diff --git "a/train.txt" "b/train.txt" new file mode 100644--- /dev/null +++ "b/train.txt" @@ -0,0 +1,214683 @@ + + +Want the Money[Bridge: PeeWee Longway] +Can't nothing beat the failure but a try +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Bitch want to fucking lay up all night +Well I'm trying to get me some money +I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Sending packs state to state whatever flavor you like +Long as you sending your money + +[Hook: PeeWee Longway] +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money + +[Verse 1: PeeWee Longway] +Run it up then I fuck on every bitch that I like +All she wanted was two hunna +Bricks in the fender, bags in the trunk of the Honda +That bitch ain't goin' chasing that money +No I'm not new to this money +I'm so consistent with thumbing +Trap that bitch spot before she get a single buck +That O.J. Mayo like I play for the Bucks +Slam dunking from the A to the Gump +Good clean came in, went and criss crossed them +Hit with the beater watch it come back +You ain't seen a nigga face in the trap in a while +Must've thought I fucked up ain't coming back +I send my shooters come in back-to-back +That's just because of my social status +Bitch mad that a nigga hit the trap all night +Ain't got the time to get the groceries baby +They pull up to the trap like vultures +Longway consistent in motion +Watching the pack just scatter like roaches +The spot on Beta XXX, beat it down, got ghost +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +[Bridge: PeeWee Longway] +Can't nothing beat the failure but a try +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Bitch want to fucking lay up all night +Well I'm trying to get me some money +I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Sending packs state to state whatever flavor you like +Long as you sending your money + +[Hook: PeeWee Longway] +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Money money money put a ring on it +I'm a rapper but you know I'm gon’ sing on it +All white everything lookin’ clean on it +Ain't Kevin Gates but I might put a band on it + +[Bridge: PeeWee Longway] +Can't nothing beat the failure but a try +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Bitch want to fucking lay up all night +Well I'm trying to get me some money +I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Sending packs state to state whatever flavor you like +Long as you sending your money +[Hook: PeeWee Longway] +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +James Bond[Hook: Lil Durk] +Pull up game strong, pop out like I'm James Bond +Bitch my name Durk but you can label me a Don +All these niggas under me boy that boy my son +Pull up to the crib and tell Doodie to grab some 1s +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it) +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it) +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant +Let's get it! + +[Verse 1: Doodie Lo] + + +[Hook: Lil Durk] +Pull up game strong, pop out like I'm James Bond +Bitch my name Durk but you can label me a Don +All these niggas under me boy that boy my son +Pull up to the crib and tell Doodie to grab some 1s +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it) +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it) +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant +Let's get it! + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +He tryin' reach for my diamonds then we gon' shoot somethin' +And I gotta turn up on the guys I gotta prove somethin' +Shoot a nigga right in his face but I can't lose nothin' +Big faces on all my diamonds I call it cool money +Talkin' 'bout yo' trap doin' 5, pussy that's shoe money +Flipped the crib I got a little city, pussy that's jewel money +100k on these niggas' head hangin' got that ruth money +Talkin' 'bout 'yo dope taste 10, pussy then move somethin' +Walk yo' ass in that bathroom and find that golden gun +And I love these strippers I'm steady throwin' a load of 1s +Bitches say I'm ugly, yea know I'm my daddy's son +If a nigga get on yo' ass then it ain't no lettin' up + +[Hook: Lil Durk] +Pull up game strong, pop out like I'm James Bond +Bitch my name Durk but you can label me a Don +All these niggas under me boy that boy my son +Pull up to the crib and tell Doodie to grab some 1s +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it) +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it) +Bitch, I'm arrogant +Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant +Let's get it!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Brother*Lyrics from Snippets + + +If you my brother and you his brother then he my brother too +If he love you and you love him back, then I love him too +I had one thot I was deep in love with, she in love with zoo +And I ain't gon' say why 'cause I fucked her and her cousin tooEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life an’it no jokeMe am the best that I can be see it hard when you try to make it when you mode from the streets see my niggas call me rolw I was playing with the heat on prole got a son lord know he got to eat it unhealthy for the fake niggas straight niggas you nigga pussy they be working with the state nigga part time hustler floor time jake nigga you think am a different race that why my team hate niggas OTF the family low k re and dairy real nigga no I time with shoot no I and me tori high lil tasty and moe I know I was part of them OFT an intil I die L,s up my parent em see mom good dad gone hard is hell were im from police get killed left and rigt blam on my bro reow police stop his phone call good hopring he know novmeber 29 born my baby ben lolo keep it real I was only 13 playing in the field got caught wit ha dirty slamer keep the heat to see a meal friend heating for a colupe bill crazy how I grow up with tell me what the point of heatingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Words from Bump J[Intro: Bump J] +Durk, keep doing what you doing for the city and the streets my nigga +300 days, 300 nights +Chief +Goooon Squad +Solid 400 +East side crazy +300 nights, 3 on the rari, 'nother 3 on the ice + +[Verse: Bump J] +Durk, keep taking off +Save room for me on the flights +It’s been the minute since these niggas heard me on the mic +Heard you cakes got all the cake, and nigga, we want a slice +Executive suites for the executives +Bullshit, the new crib look like a fortress +Bitches' gorgeous +Tell the waitress we gonna need more cres +Fresh out the feds to the Forbes List +Durk, I hope you recordin' this +Put some pressure on them niggas so they let 'em in +I’m walking out these gates to that Wraith and that F&N +Get out of that water with them sharks, you just a yellow fin +The chopper get to popping, shit like it ain't gon' never end +I ain't your friend, I ain't your man, I ain't your homie +Hit me on these songs, make you feel like you know me +When the shit's getting real, real war with the police +I don’t feel rehabilitated, I’m feeling like you owe me +But you big face hunnids, on that big face rolly +I ball hard in the streets, this rolly is like my trophyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stepped OnLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Da Fame[Intro: Lil Durk] +L, lets get it, gang +Shout out my big brother Trae Tha Truth man +Real street nigga man +Lets get it +Free the guys +You know what I'm sayin' this shit come with the fame man you goin' take losses +Ya my paps told me that +[Laughs] +Let's get it +L + +[Hook: Lil Durk] +Got the street on my conscious +I live to get money +No future +But I am a monster +I live for the drama +The street got me trama +I cannot switch up +I smile for the picture +I do it for the gram no intsa +But it come with the fame +It come with the fame (4x) +Gotta feel my pain +Come with the fame +It come with the fame (4x) +Gotta feel my pain +[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] +I'm not going crazy +I been trippin' up lately +I been loosing everything like even Mercedes +All these fuck niggas made me +Going through it I promise you niggas fugazi +But you bitches won't faze me +I'll be strapped and I hit everything but your babies +If you ever betray me +Everyday of my life I been a street nigga +When the shit get worse +You gotta get what you can get before you sit in a hearse +I'm going through hell +I feel like I been hit with a curse +Fuck niggas playin' shady so I I built converse +Time done change +Niggas goin blind to fame +Some other niggas you know try and buy your name +Shit instead of down them they tryna find your lane +I'm in the trap with the backup plan playin' with canes +Solo whip I'm on that solo tip +I keep longer clip for those who wanna trip +And me and Durk together get you niggas flippin' +Have your nigga say your name right out they grip for real +Yea +You don't wanna take it there bitch +I'm with your woman now you yelling ain't no fear bitch +I'm in her head I ain't never in her hair bitch +I miss the price cause the fame I swear bitch +[Hook: Lil Durk] +Got the street on my conscious +I live to get money +No future +But I am a monster +I live for the drama +The street got me trama +I cannot switch up +I smile for the picture +I do it for the gram no insta +But it come with the fame +It come with the fame (4x) +Gotta feel my pain +Come with the fame +It come with the fame (4x) +Gotta feel my pain + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Money over all that shit +Imma put fham over all that shit +Whip it up, pack it up, all that shit +Imma fuck the hoe once, never call that bitch +Street niggas stick to the street code +Get the money west coast to the east coast +I be doing the most +But how can I not? +I'm from the city of D. Rose +Can't do the most for my moma +Catchin' plenty bodies, no opp +Me and my bother countin' up these commas +With this canon I feel drama +And it started with niggas, ended children +Sippin' on lean, I hang with my feelings +Choppers on choppers, I post on my block +But police be killing me +I started with nothing so I can't do for free +Ain't a blood, I do still bleed +I'm from the Chi, we'll kill your chief +War with us man it ain't no peace +Niggas tweet, can't live without peace +And I love that beef, and I am the streets +[Hook: Lil Durk] +Got the street on my conscious +I live to get money +No future +But I am a monster +I live for the drama +The street got me trama +I cannot switch up +I smile for the picture +I do it for the gram no intsa +But it come with the fame +It come with the fame (4x) +Gotta feel my pain +Come with the fame +It come with the fame (4x) +Gotta feel my pain + +[Outro: Lil Durk] +Street on my conscious +Money, aye +I'm a monster, for the drama +I can't, for the picture +Drug, drug, drug, drug, drug +Let's get itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moving Slow( Hook : Lil Durk ) + +Baby Im Moving Slow + +Baby Im Moving Slow + +Baby You Want You Want It Slow + +Ima Give It To You Slow + +Now Baby Ima Lick It + +Baby Im Just Gone Kiss It + +Baby I Wanna Lick You Slow + +Baby Ima Kiss You Slow + + +( Verse 1 : Johnny MayCash ) + +Johnny May Weather We Back With Another Hit Tryna Fuck On You Bitch Tryna Pop Bottles With Hoes + +She Tryna Act M.I.A Then When She Fucking She Tryna Be On The Low + +But I See Her Bestfriend All In Her In Ear Talking Bout Girl Be Alone But I See Her Bestfriend All In Her Talking Bout Girl Be Alone +Take Dat Chanel And Take Dat Victoria Secret Off So I Can Get In You + +Im Flatted Im Flatted Off The Henny Baby + +Im Flatted Im Flatted Off This Molly Girl + +I Know You Been Wanting This For Along Time Babygirl Me Too + +We Can Do Any House Baby Bedroom Or The Kitchen + +We Gone Get To Breaking All The Dishes + +Ima Get To Breaking On Your Body Parts Over And Over Again + +Body Body Dats Yo Body Body + +Ima Show You Some When Im At Your Body Body + + + +( Hook : Lil Durk ) + + +Baby Im Moving Slow + +Baby Im Moving Slow +Baby You Want You Want It Slow + +Ima Give It To You Slow + +Now Baby Ima Lick It + +Baby Im Just Gone Kiss It + +Baby I Wanna Lick You Slow + +Baby Ima Kiss You Slow + + +( Verse 2 : South ) + +Shawty Den Say What You Use To + +Know Ima Do What I Use To + +He Just Da Streets And Abuse You + +He Just Assumes And Accuse You + +I Ain't Tryna Rush You + +We Both Got Trust Issue +You Know What We Must Do + +Yeah We Can Get Faded + +Fuck All Those Who Hated + +Obviously Cause We Dated + +Cause They Never Had It + +Girl Fuck All What Happened + +Shawty Tipsy Cause We Met At The Bar + +Now She With Me Tryna Get In My Car + +Tryna Go Home With Me Cause Ima Star + +She Turned Off Her Phone She Won't Answer Your Call + +Won't Answer At All + +She Turns On Patrone And We Geeked Off The Ball + +We Burnt Up A Joint And We Pop Out The Mall + +She Ain't Coming Home To You Untill Tomorrow + +She Say She Tryna Be The Nexican Mill + +All I Wanna Do Is Netflix And Chill + +Fuck Shawty Like Im On Ecstasy Pill + +We Both Know It's Wrong But Love How We Live + +From Your Hair To Your Toe + +Im The Better Than Flow + +In The Back Of Da Yo + +Ima Give It So Slow + +Shawty Keep This Between Us + +We Ain Gotta Rush + +Don't Mistake This For Love + +Cause All This Is Just Lust + + +( Hook : Lil Durk ) + + +Baby Im Moving Slow + +Baby Im Moving Slow + +Baby You Want You Want It Slow + +Ima Give It To You Slow + +Now Baby Ima Lick It + +Baby Im Just Gone Kiss It + +Baby I Wanna Lick You + +Baby Ima Kiss You SlowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Famous[Chorus] +A lot of niggas haters +A lot of bitches haters +Got so many haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous +See a lot of niggas how they feelings start changin' +Got a lot of haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous +Really feelin' famous +I'm really feelin' famous +Got so many haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous +Really feelin' famous +I'm really feelin' famous +Got so many haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous + +[Verse 1] +Since day 1 I been in them streets +Hopped outta school straight to these streets +Since day 1 I been in them streets +Hopped outta school straight to these streets +Gettin' with the ? before I grew teeth +Now he in the cell, he ain't about me +Since day 1 I been in them streets +Hopped outta school straight to these streets +Gettin' with the ? before I grew teeth +Now he in the cell, he ain't about me +Tell them ? rappers stay by my feet +By 21 I'm down South Beach +Tell em I Ciroq, I want that peach +Tell em that lean, I want that pink +See me in traffic, they say hold up +Hey Lil Durk, boy what's up +Bro we best warmin', group hug +Like my Trues, ? +I want head like a tutor +Imma blow loud like a tuba +Imma get right like a tuner +Niggas mad I'm too turnt up +Got yo main takin' pictures +Got the city ridin' wit us +Gettin' money is a must +Got this loud smellin' like must +Bro I drop lookin' like puss +OTF, they lookin' like us +FTO, we don't give no fuck +Now they got me feelin' famous +[Chorus] +A lot of niggas haters +A lot of bitches haters +Got so many haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous +See a lot of niggas how they feelings start changin' +Got a lot of haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous +Really feelin' famous +I'm really feelin' famous +Got so many haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous +Really feelin' famous +I'm really feelin' famous +Got so many haters +Got a nigga feelin famous + +[Verse 2] +It's crazy how this shit change +Got these ladies screamin' my name +Niggas turnin' on me like snakes +Cause they see me buildin' my fame +Bro god warned bout that life +I can't go on bout that life +I been seein' these niggas copy +Like I been livin' life twice +Imma hitta, what'd you expect +Niggas get mad cause I'm up next +Keep bad bitches, tellin' me sex +Keep bad bitches. tellin' me neck +RIP I got the gang ? +In his own lock Durk did that +In his own lock Durk did that +Started that hitta shit, I did that +Free the guys, till they get free +Cause without them it's no me +I'm a real nigga, put that on me +Keep a couple hittas to go OC +Imma keep ballin' ? overseas +Tell them niggas RIP Odee +Grow ? like a trophy +Niggas know that I'm ? +[Chorus] +A lot of niggas haters +A lot of bitches haters +Got so many haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous +See a lot of niggas how they feelings start changin' +Got a lot of haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous +Really feelin' famous +I'm really feelin' famous +Got so many haters +Got a nigga feelin' famous +Really feelin' famous +I'm really feelin' famous +Got so many haters +Got a nigga feelin' famousEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cap TalkLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Addicted*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Man, the trap be jumpin' off vertical +I just spent hundred tonight since the murderers +I done brought hundreds of guns for the burglars +They call us Chicago, they call us notorious +[?] down with my bros +I know some niggas sell dope and they snort it +I know some niggas that got no remorse +I know some niggas that died on the porch +I know some niggas that shot up a morgue +[?] a pint and I pour it +I got some diamonds baguette and I show it +I'm [?] +Get the fuck on with that lil' bitty Porsche +[?] gave me no choice +And I got cocky, they gave me a voice +I been a gangster, I jumped off thе porch + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Yeah, got Gelato in my lungs +Addicted to thеse drugs +Addicted to these drugs (Addicted to these drugs) +Got a glizzy with a drum +Addicted to these guns +Addicted to these guns (Addicted to these guns) +Got some strippers [?] +Addicted to these ones +Addicted to these ones (Addicted to these ones) +I had my lawyer pay my bond +'Cause I ain't had no warrant +'Cause I ain't had no warrant +[Verse 2: Yella Beezy] +[?] admit it +I can't lie, baby, I'm an addict +I like fast cars automatics +I like Audemars and the Pateks +You can't play with him...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Made It WSHH Premiere[Intro] + +Young Chop on the Beat +Yeah, Feel like a +Celebration +Tell him to boss shit up +Home-made +They Mad +Told them amma make it +Broke niggas ain't gonna +Make it that far + +[Hook 1] + +There Hate already made me feel +Am in already +I came from nothing, climbing +To the top I've made it already +They wanna, I already feel it +Already +Car,Cloths,Juelz,Hoes, I've +Made it already, (alreadyyy) +I've made it, I've made it +I've made it, I've made it +Am Popping Bottles +Am Faded +I've made it,I've made it +[Verse 1] + +Niggas saying I've made it +Got these Niggas hating +Money team I swear Form life +My Bank erased me +Juelada a Top +Top spot that am making +Rondo got that 30,and that +Bruner go crazy +But they ain't really worried +About us +How they got beef, and ain't heard +About us +Shennal bell match the red bottoms +The way judie get the bread out em +Strip Club Throwing Couple thousands +You can see their face when the bread piling +Shooting 50 with the swirl hiring +Broke ass nigga would be cab driving +Everyday Foreign car from different +Countries, all these Bad Bitches, getting +Different moneys +If you Niggas Hating go and get some money +If you Niggas Hating go and get some money +[Hook] + +They heard that I made it +I hate em' for hating +I changed the Mac crazy +Why the fuck you got a stainless +And I started from the bottom +Why the fuck are they hating on me +Long time ago, head home to snack +Home, No diaper to strap on +Because its hard out here rich nigga +Let you starve out here +You got to play your part out here +Can't let them play your cards out here +Because I've made it +Its a celebration +Why the fuck they hating on me +All the fancy cars, fancy cloths +Fancy hoes, I've got it +Everything I got right now as a Kid +I could not imagine +And I got to have it, My shooters +Tote tagging +And you niggas might win +But my niggas so priceless +And yall on the like shit +Red bottoms, fuck all that +Mic shit +I made us on all the right shit +Yeah am arrogant,because I've made it +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +RIP MOE[verse] +Lamron, 300 +If you ain't with lamron you ain't getting Money +Shout out to dog Pound, shout out to the set +Shout out to the ave, we out getting it in +Niggas talking crazy like, durk ain't bout nothing and +Fuck no love cause, they ain't on nothing +64th is where I stand 40 cal in my pants +Run up on one of us you gon see who gonna blam +Book said I was scared of his Lamron we ain't scared of shit +If I didn't mention yo name you wouldn't be in this shit +Young Money forget get off, I can't even forget about yall +These niggas be talking shit, at the top like Chris paul +Now brick city can suck a dick +If they dont fuck with us, niggas can suck a dick +Catch a nigga brainless slipping oh wee +Called Owee, with the uzi and shot of his koofi +Niggas talking crazy, Lil durk getting Money +Shout out to lil reese cause that nigga getting Money +Birdman what up, Lil law what up +Forty, what up, lil chops what up +Niggas talking crazy like, we ain't on nothing +We'll take yo wife and we'll kill yo husband +Birdie what it do? my brudda what it do? +You see me White and red, we red, blue +We be on, augelsten +Fuck the week we dirking, ikey you get medecine +72nd, engraved, dog Pound +Chino, bj, lil pen, whats up? +Im gonna get it like I get it like I killed it +Got my niggas Young drumming in the back finna kill it +Reese thats a freestyle, is it raw or in me? +Shoot his ass up aye drake mo milly got +Semi in the back, gutter in the front +Riding in the back with a kush kush blunt +Got, lean on my hand, kush on my hand +Chain on my neck Watch me come in +Money, Money Money I need all that +Fuck with durk, I'll shoot of ya ball cap +DP what It do? dede, tay tay +Budah, all yall, nigga, whats up +Big law, whats up, d-Town whats up +Murda, from D-Town and dispet, whats up +Popo, whats good, rude boy, whats good +LEP, whats up I fuck with chop, OTD +Can't Catch a nigga huh, man down +I Catch his ass up, rip 100 rounds +Got a 50 shot Tech, on his neck +If you fuck with Young boy I'll shoot you in ya head +Like rest in Peace moskiii, yea thats my broski +Throw them L's up for Lil Moe and go OC +I ain't talking shit cause we was cousings up in 03 +When folks Died I Went nuts like coconuts +Fuck with me I roll a blunt, yeah I Went coconuts +Ima get it, in charge, and what we do suposed to stunt +Everyobdy get it in, yall niggas can't [?] +Yall pussies, shout out to my nigga boom +We get it in, you niggas throwing down +What, I'll shoot you niggas in yo shit for throwing down up +Yeah, L's crazy +Got a 357 for fuck brick city +I say brick city can suck a dick, brick city can suck a dick +Brick city can suck a dick, brick city can suck a dick +Them niggas ain't on shit, Catch him while his dick in his head +Shoot him in his fucking head, [?] +[?] is the beat yall asking +TT on the track and you know we get it in yeah +What it do +I know we can do it cause I do it like I do it +But durk insane, dreadlocks haning +Ain't talking DD but I do the set baning but +That shit is okay, this is what it do +Shout out to dog Pound, my niggas BJ +This shit prolly good, but Ima do it bad +Yeah ima do it bad michael Jackson bad +All these niggas drilling cause, ima do it bad +BBG booney moe Tracy mo skrilla +I can't forget boo +King samsonEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hold MeLyrics from Snippet + +[Intro: Lil Durk & YNW Melly] +Oh, oh, oh +I'm on yo ass if they don't fuck with you, blatt +I can't, I can't, I can't, slatt +DJ on the beat, so it's a banger + +[Chorus: YNW Melly] +You shine, I shine, we shine (Shine, I shine, we shine) +We also work and grind (Also work and grind) +There's murder on his mind (murder on his mind) +Youngin out here slangin 9's +You shine, I shine, we shine (Shine, I shine, we shine) +We also work and grind (Also work and grind) +There's murder on his mind (Murder on his mind) +Youngin out here slangin 9's (Slangin 9's) + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +They can't, take me take me +They tryna, break me break me +(The label), rate me rate me +(That shit,) crazy crazy +(I'm sippin) codeine codeine +(I'm feelin') Lonely lonely +Hold me, hold me +Hold me, hold me, ya +Hold me, hold me, yeah +Hold me, hold me, yeah +Hold me, hold me, yeah +Hold me, hold me, yeah +Hold me, hold me, yeah +Hold me, hold me, yeah +Hold me, hold me +Hold me, hold me, yeah +[Chorus: YNW Melly] +You shine, I shine, we shine (Shine, I shine, we shine) +We also work and grind (Also work and grind) +There's murder on his mind (murder on his mind) +Youngin out here slangin 9's +You shine, I shine, we shine (Shine, I shine, we shine) +We also work and grind (Also work and grind) +There's murder on his mind (Murder on his mind) +Youngin out here slangin 9's (Slangin 9's) + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Niggas be sneaky talk throwin' subliminals +Grew up in poverty shit was so difficult +They look at you different if you was a criminal +Rich in the trenches then that shit a miracle +Killers the killers the robbers that's fearin' you +I done seen niggas go snitch on an interview +Got called for a murder now that nigga spiritual +Time went on and I ain't sit wit you +Why you tell the police what I did with you? +Why you tell my bitch what I did with you? +Knowin' damn well I'll kill for you +Gettin' rich in the trenches a miracle +Sometimes I get so heartless...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lovers & FriendsLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been released.​EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grab Them Heels[Intro:] +What’s up, honey? +Look, I got a roof for us tonight +Just go ahead and search the info for the hotel and all that +Just make sure you wear them heels that I like, right? +Get in tune, stupid! + +[Hook: John Blu] +I like it when you’re on top (on top, on top) +I like how you scream out, “don’t stop!” (don’t stop, don’t stop) +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you robbin' it, robbin' it, robbin' it +I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels +I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you robbin' it, robbin' it, robbin' it + + +[Verse 1: John Blu] +Girl, my body pouting, pick up! +They gonna take this beat, speak up! +Wear them heels and them meds +Put that trench on your back +Put that MAC on them lips +Bring them cuffs, bring that whip +Stretch him out of his bed (go girl!) +Cause I’m gonna go all in (go girl!) +Just call me Jason, cause I’m stabbing it +I’m gonna put my back in it +You gonna grab them heels while I’m on top of you +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Girl just hush your mouth +When your man not around +I don't wanna hear no sound +I'mma lay you down, undress you with my eyes +Lick all on your neck +Can’t explain your feelings, can't explain your sex! +I like when you’re on top, keep your heels on babe +I do want that top, need that feeling, babe +Every main girl need a man, to drive him crazy +So count on me, so count on me! +Red bottoms match your lipsticks +Red bone, what you mixed with? +Trying to get you to business +Just be in my business +OK, who your friends is? +All I need is a misses +All I need your sexing +Your touching, your kissing + +[Verse 3: John Blu] +Girl is on tonight +Cause I can’t see myself laying alone tonight +I got so much in mind that I want to try +You gonna be my test dummy +You gonna feel me in your stomach +Pin them legs, ain’t no running, girl! +Grab them heels, bite that lip +Girl, you’re such a perfect fit +I love the way you’re working it, uh! +I just want to make love +Hit it like we’re making love +Tonight we gonna like it when you’re on top, on top, on top +I like the way you scream out, don’t stop (don’t stop, uh) +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you’re robbing it, robbing it! +I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you’re robbing it, robbing it!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +48 versesMet a hoe at duck threw +Got money from your main hoe +Shot a 22.8 revolver for safe keeping +Done robbed another safe for safe keeping +I'm run this holidays up +Shorty down to fuck like a quite duck +Plenty charges cases pending on me +Robbing wall mart was a thing to me +Living behind them apartments showed me i had enemies +Had to give up a little bit of money because people trying to rob me +I don’t give a fuck about you +I'll turn you to a quick duck sauce too + +Play with me about my money i dare you +Rolling dice on them late nights on them corner blocks +I got so much money i can take off +Cut the prices of my birds there feathers in the coop +Trying to buy that new bend coop +Got fired from last job as a clerk +Found out my baby mama was cheating on me +Left me cold heart when i first met the dudeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m The Man[Intro: Lil Durk] +L's +I'm the man in this... +Diamonds dancin' and shit +Haha +Let's get it +Now hold yo' rollie out yeah yeah +Ohh + +[Hook: Lil Durk & AMR Freak] +I'm the man in this bitch +I ain't playin' in the bitch +Everybody gotta hate on me +I ain't friends in this bitch +Diamonds dancin' and shit +Everybody gotta hate on me +Like who woulda thought +That I'd make it out the trap +Who woulda thought? +I put my niggas on my back +Who woulda thought? +That I'd flex up and be the man +Who woulda thought? +That I'd stack 100 bands +Yeah yeah +[Verse 1: AMR Freak] +I'm the man in this bitch +100 bands off the shit +Tryna flip it make it rap and get my momma out the shit +Put my niggas on a jet with Audemars and sippin' Act +All 100s in the duffel, foreign cars on the set +Flexed up the youngest boss, Pablo Escobar with war +Drop a kilo on the court and drop a 20 at the (?) +Niggas hatin', steady fakin', but ain't never bossed up +Spent a 100 on this features nigga that's what it cost us +Started knee deep in the trenches, bossed up handlin' business +All 100s handlin' business, down back just reminiscin' +Started knee deep in the trenches, bossed up handlin' business +All 100s handlin' business, down back just reminiscin' + +[Hook: Lil Durk & AMR Freak] +I'm the man in this bitch +I ain't playin' in the bitch +Everybody gotta hate on me +I ain't friends in this bitch +Diamonds dancin' and shit +Everybody gotta hate on me +Like who woulda thought +That I'd make it out the trap +Who woulda thought? +I put my niggas on my back +Who woulda thought? +That I'd flex up and be the man +Who woulda thought? +That I'd stack 100 bands +Yeah yeah +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +I'm the man in this bitch +I ain't playin' in the bitch +We ain't friends in this bitch +Off the xans in this bitch +That's you playin' with her clit while my hands on her tits +Got the bitches off the molly with their hands on my dick +See (?) +Lil' bitch I don't wanna change clothes +(Yeah yeah yeah yeah) +They fuck with me and my bang bros +See me my niggas changed though +Bullet shots we exchange those (brrt) +I just want the money fuck the fame +I just want the money fuck the fame +I just want the money fuck a name +I just want the money fuck a name +Fuck all that other shit, fuck all that other shit +OTF it's just us at the top ain't no brother shit + +[Hook: Lil Durk & AMR Freak] +I'm the man in this bitch +I ain't playin' in the bitch +Everybody gotta hate on me +I ain't friends in this bitch +Diamonds dancin' and shit +Everybody gotta hate on me +Like who woulda thought +That I'd make it out the trap +Who woulda thought? +I put my niggas on my back +Who woulda thought? +That I'd flex up and be the man +Who woulda thought? +That I'd stack 100 bands +Yeah yeah +[Outro: AMR Freak] +Gang! +Big boss Freak man +Fuck the goofys1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ant Do Shit For Me(intro) +Yea...Woah (an't did shit for me) + +(hook) +How you want my money ant did shit for me. How you want my cars ant did shit for me. I bailed you niggas out and did shit for me. Keep callin my phone got to be kiddin me. I found your war zone did shit for me. That's won't you niggas sympathy. Did shit for me, yea. Did shit for me + +(verse 1) +Ikea with me Reedy with me. Jrock with me Ikey with me. Verney with me zoo with me. I suffer like the zoo with me. Dthang with me Chino with me. BJ with me SB with me. Can't forget about Nuskie. That's why out here imma do you. Yea. And my Album like a movie. Remember my name but you got too goofy. Yo bitch wanna do me. Is it my watch or is it my children. They im singed Def Jam no im not. Im singed to OTF they took they spot. Fuck them niggas i hope they rot. Im getting millions while yall on the block. yea. yall on the corner im on a yacht. Im in my house you on the yard. Yellin days just took a boy. How you hot but you make noise + +(verse 2) +Got LoLo with me Zayden with me. got bella with me Nuskie with me. got money with me Pluto with me. Rondo with me LA with me. Chiraq with me LA with me. New York with i got bitches. Bitches on top of these bitches. Smoking that loud dont fuck with that midget. On probation can't smoke nothing. Foul my probation a morning yea.[?]. Niggas mad I live like doctors. yea. effins confused with choppers. Like where it at and got no choppers. Effins bullets flying through the bricks. Me and my niggas sliding through the bricks. Fuck the bitch I slide on ya bitch. All white dope look like the whip. Im the shit get off my dick. OTF we been the shit. yea i got French with me coke boys. Niggas mad they make no noise. shoutout to them old boys. Q86 double 0 boys + +(verse 3) +I got Bodies with me Devincies with me. Red bottoms with me nike with me. niggas hating i got ikea with me. Nigga we dont like you niggas. Stay out my business ant got time for it. Im some shit what you lying for. And that wine more. Boy imma grind moreEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Confession*[Refrain] +Baby, grab the headboard, grabbin' on your feet +I know that your hair done, suck it with no teeth +You know it’s a murder when I go underneath +Can't go off no rumors, steady lyin' on me +See my body on your body, yes, I got it, babe +See I’m high off my Biscotti, I'm tryna get high again +See your body on my body +See I'm high off my Biscotti + +[Chorus] +These are my confessions (These are my confessions, 'fessions) +This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions) +This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions) +This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions) + +[Verse] +I'm gettin’ too big, I’m gettin' litty +I fuck a model bitch over the sink +She thought I was mad ’cause she fuckin' with Meek +I can't get mad 'cause she fuck with the streets +Pussy so good, I put on for the lease +Bitch, you my dog, I put you on a leash +Metro Boomin, make it boom on the beat +Takin’ Perkys for the flight overseas +And we vibe when we go to the A +Slutty vegan when I nut on her face +I give her money to stay out my way +She get a braids from [?] +Don't fuck with numbers +She punched the flight and got stopped at the gate +Hunnid K cash when I got to the bank +Bitch, I'm a boss at the end of the day, oh, oh +You like to squirt then I'm gettin' a towel +Your friends are loyal, they can't come around +Play, "Dangerously In Love", by Destiny's Child, yeah +She takin' good care of her nails +I don't like to eat it with hair +I told her, "Go hit it with Nair" +Her body look good to me, yeah +[?] some pairs +I'm a savage, you used to the squares +They don't compare, hop on the lear +He was goin' through clearin' +Ain't a nigga I fear, thirty/30K in my ear +Wish L'A was here, I pay for appeals +I ain't pay for veneers, I'm keepin' it real +Yeah, yeah +[Chorus] +This is my, this is my, this is my +This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions) +This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions) +This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions) + +[Refrain] +Baby, grab the headboard, grabbin' on your feet +I know that your hair done, suck it with no teeth +You know it's a murder when I go underneath +Can't go off no rumors, steady lyin' on me +See my body on your body, yes, I got it, babe +See I'm high off my Biscotti, I'm tryna get high again +See your body on my body +See I'm high off my Biscotti + +[Chorus] +These are my confessions (These are my confessions, 'fessions) +This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions) +This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions) +This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Area Codes[Intro] +(Yogi on the beat) + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Say she proud of me (Proud of me) +But she doubted me (But she doubted me) +The actuality actually is reality (Reality) +I call that hoe, like four, five bitches, savagely +She sucked my dick like four, five times, she caught some cavities +I got a bitch, she born in Atlanta +But she go to Miami when she go and get her chest done +My past relation turned me to a savage +Got a new bitch, she way above average +Pussy so good, I got a problem with lastin' +I be on food, hmm, now come and have it +Changed the "D" to a "Z", hmm, she call me zaddy +From the A to the D, Detroit they got some bad shit +Got some bitches from the Lou, them hoes they get nasty +Them hoes is too manish +I got some bitches sellin' weed up in Cali +I got some bitches in Vegas, they in the Valley +I got a bitch from DC, eat off taxin' +Got some bitches from New-York, they Dominican +I got some bitches that bartend, and I'm fillin' 'em +I'm a savage from the 'Raq, I'm not a gentleman +I got some bitches from AZ, don't fuck with Zimmermann +[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] +3-0-5 to the 3-2-2 +8-1-8, got the lightskin face +Got some 3-1-0, 7-1-8 +3-4-7, I'm in brown skin Heaven +Got some 4-0-4, 7-7-3 +3-1-3, my lil' shawty from the D, yeah +7-1-3, yeah, the 8-3-2 +My easterns shawties both got ass, one got boobs + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk] +Yeah, oh, yeah +For my Philly hoes +Yeah, oh, yeah +My Virginia hoes +Yeah, oh, yeah +Ohio +Yeah, oh, yeah +Texas + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Dallas, Houston +Where they do prostitution +I got a bih from Louisiana, work at Hooters +Cali he got a bitch from Chiraq, bring 'em two fish +Baltimore, Boston +I got a bitch from Indiana, head the sloppiest +If you catfish me, no Tilapia +If you really wanna leave, who's stoppin' you? +Got my Glockiana +I got a hitter from Pitsburgh, I call her Thotianna +[?] these bitches always give me topianna +Everytime I go to Oakland it's a [?] +I got a bitch from Canada but I'm a felon +I got a bitch from Jersey, she a scammer +I got a bitch from Kentucky, she keep my hammer +North Carolina, Arkansas, Alabama +[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] +3-0-5 to the 3-2-2 +8-1-8, got the lightskin face +Got some 3-1-0, 7-1-8 +3-4-7, I'm in brown skin Heaven +Got some 4-0-4, 7-7-3 +3-1-3, my lil' shawty from the D, yeah +7-1-3, yeah, the 8-3-2 +My easterns shawties both got ass, one got boobs + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk] +Yeah, oh, yeah +My Minesotta hoes +Yeah, oh, yeah +North Dakota hoes +Yeah, oh, yeah +Coloroda hoes +Yeah, oh, yeah +My Nevada hoes + +[Outro: Lil Durk] +Now we got Portland, Oregon +Then Idaho +San Francisco bitches, can't forget 'bout y'all +Mexico, y'all muhfuckas, South Carolina +Too many hoesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Could[Intro] +Damn to this day nigga still pray on my down fall +You can't deny good music or a real nigga +For real for real + +[Hook:] +I used to break in the crib now I got a safe in the crib +Chiraq crime rate build so it ain't safe at the crib +I just want money forever told em that’s how Imma live +Shootings and murders I seen I ain't never say I did it +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +I done seen a lot of shit +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +I done did a lot of shit + +[Verse 1:] +I done seen how you shoot niggas +Now I see right through people +Three years of my life to them people +Judge labeled me a menace +I might grind to them people +I gotta ride around with my heater +Police killing my people +Overseas cause I'm legal +I ain't taking no chances +Masks on for them cameras +On my own no advances +Broken homes for advances +As a kid growing up +I used to be poured up +I ain't never froze up +All I know is drill drill +Put him on a poster +Reward money for the killer +They ain't never found the killer +Don't nobody know nothing +I rob niggas for they tool +Brought guns up in school +Started a war got to move +Free nine boy let em loose (Ls) +[Hook:] +I used to break in the crib now I got a safe in the crib +Chiraq crime rate build so it ain't safe at the crib +I just want money forever told em that’s how Imma live +Shootings and murders I seen I ain't never say I did it +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +I done seen a lot of shit +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +I done did a lot of shit + +[Verse 2:] +Put a nigga on the news +I'm in traffic with the tool +Three cases Imma fool +Gave my life to a[?] +In the hand of a [?] +Shooters took him on a cruise +Streets see how I roll +Still trying to get Zoo +Still chasing them millions +Daddy gave me the wisdom +Twenty-three years up in prison +I swear I seen his vision +Seen my son I start tearin' +I took the game it wasn't given +Ditched school hit the hood +Streets love me I'm good +Shed tears if I could +Shed blood if I could +Shared money if I could +Shared guns if I could +Sell coke if I could +Sell dope if I could +I'd rob if I could +I'm getting money cause I could (Ls) +I used to break in the crib now I got a safe in the crib +Chiraq crime rate build so it ain't safe at the crib +I just want money forever told em that’s how Imma live +Shootings and murders I seen I ain't never say I did it +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +I done seen a lot of shit +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +As a kid growing up +I done did a lot of shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +For Free[Intro] +Let's go! + +[Hook] +Robin jeans on me +(?) wit Lee +Bad bitches wanna turn up, they dancin' all for me +Went to the act, she know it's all for me +She give me top then she do the squats 'cause everything for free +All molly sweat gang, geek the shit extra +1, 2, 3, 4 shots, now you ain't stressed +V line goin' up, told lil' girl not to stretch it +Feds see me all on kell d, I tell 'em (?) + +[Verse] +Pourin' money, I'm pourin' money +Fake nigga just showin' money +Everything I want gotta be new-new, no low-low +Call from London, my bitch from London, that's (?) cause I want the foreign +I see Ebro with 100 bandz, I'm hoping for em, I hope for em +1, 2, 3, 4, 5, I'mma hold it nigga +Runnin' wit the sack, got mo' money, got old money +1, 2, 3, 4, yea, I'mma a golden nigga +20 wit the sack, had mo' money than Oprah + +[Hook] +Robin jeans on me +(?) wit Lee +Bad bitches wanna turn up, they dancin' all for me +Went to the act, she know it's all for me +She give me top then she do the squats 'cause everything for free +All molly sweat gang, geek the shit extra +1, 2, 3, 4 shots, now you ain't stressed +V line goin' up, told lil' girl not to stretch it +Feds see me all on kell d, I tell 'em (?)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blood in the Morning*[Intro] +(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) + +[Verse 1] +The trenches got inherited, the shit can get the scariest +Eazy ain't answer his phone, I had to take my dawg to Elliot +See he was my dawg but he told, that's an embarrassment +When you cop a Rollie in the trenches, gotta cherish it +Try to play both sides, that shit the deadliest +Don't try to play me like I'm dumb with my intelligence +They ain't gon' try to show you love if you ain't relevant +I got people in my life, they got to vanishin' +Them killers gon' go off your words, you gotta establish it +I can count up a million cash, that's on my management +Only The Family, oh-oh, establishment +They gon' love you like you blood, hospitality + +[Chorus] +Hate the smell of that blood in the mornin' +It hurt my soul, I heard my homie was an informant, mm +Take it back in the apartments +How you riding 'round in that foreign, your people starvin'? +When you the only one with that cash, they say you a target +Investigations on the phone, they tried to tap me + +[Verse 2] +Don't need no snake to rap +You gotta defeat the battle +They don't want us to be together +I'm diggin' in deep with shovels +Catch body, clean the barrel +She think I'm a angel, ooh +But she sleep with a devil +Give me an E for effort +I sip lean, Prometh' +'Zine inside the nigga, yeah +They say I sing it better +I can't leave my brothers +No, we need each other +My kids, they need their parents +[Chorus] +Hate the smell of that blood in the mornin' +It hurt my soul, I heard my homie was an informant, mm +Take it back in the apartments +How you riding 'round in that foreign, your people starvin'? +When you the only one with that cash, they say you a target +Investigations on the phone, they tried to tap me +Hate the smell of that blood in the mornin' +It hurt my soul, I heard my homie was an informant, mm +Take it back in the apartments +How you riding 'round in that foreign, your people starvin'? +When you the only one with that cash, they say you a target +Investigations on the phone, they tried to tap meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Judge[Hook] +They be tryna judge me +I thought that they loved me +But they don't really know me +Please don't judge me (don't judge) +Don't judge me (don't judge) +They be tryna judge me +They don't know my story +They be wanting to hate me +Don't judge me (don't judge me) +Don't judge me (don't judge me) + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Loyalty was the key to these street niggas (let's get it!) +Chains, cars, cribs, since a kid I used to think I was Meech nigga +Starving, crib full of family I can't sleep without balling +So I watch D Rose play (often) +Aunty died from cancer so I rap to keep the laugh +I'd rather pray when I'm alone instead of giving shit to pastors +Daddy gone since I was a in pampers +He get out when I'm in pampers +Old and a dead man, hand still on the hammer +Niggas talking 'bout they my mans and we friends +Where you was you at when that man with that lanz offered me ten? +Shackled up, with the niggas that we hit with the fan +Eating shit that we gathered in blan +President still black, I hope he change shit +Niggas out here fifty, doing the same shit +When he say he got my back he ran quick +Don't judge me +I know the streets love me +(Yeah, talk to em) +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Dope dealers, cold killers, day 1 niggas told nigga +Half them killers told on em +Had my chopper and road with em +My mouth close though +I can't snitch on a nigga pillow talking to ops and hoes bitch of a nigga +Summer nights, all them drugs made me kill shit +I lost so many niggas if they die I don't feel shit +Been on IG with me man, just to feel rich +Them niggas who snaked, I kept it real with it +And they ain't loyal though +Mind of a psycho twelve posted on light poles +Soul cracked to the light though +Going crazy I might though +RIP who I cry to +Hold my head on cause I got to +Yeah, I'm loyal nigga + +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +About Her[Intro: Lil Durk] +Oh my God, what is this? +Hey, ride with me +I need a ride or die chick +I need a ride or die chick +Yeah, yeah, yeah +This that feel good music +I don't give a fuck if he your man or your side chick +He gon' ride with you, you feel me? +Hey, Let's get it + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk] +For that pussy, I'ma run up a check +No lie, I can't fuckin' forget +Please don't ask that nigga for shit +When you call, I'ma come and go get +Trust issues, if I can't trust +I can't fuck with you +Money and pussy the power +I can fuck and suck on that pussy for hours +While you cumin' and screamin' + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +It's just a think about her +I'ma forever think about her +She gon' kill it, keep it real about her +I'ma' kill it, keep it real about her +[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk & Ty Dolla $ign] +About her, about her, about her +About her, about her, about her +About her, about her (Dolla $ign) + +[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign] +Trip to the island, that's about her +Take the yacht out couple hours, that's about her (Yeah) +First class flights, that's about her ('Bout her) +If she wrong or right, I'm about her (Ooh, yeah) +And she about me (Me) +She know she got a real one +So she keep it G (yeah), one hundred (Hundred) +We get her own money, we both stuntin' (Stuntin') +We meet a pretty bitch and we both want her (Oh no) +Bae with the shit and I'm with the shit +And we be so lit (We be so lit, lit) +And before I hit I gotta lick-lick +All over the clit (All over the clit) +She my rider, I make her hit high not like Mariah (Ooh, yeah) +And I'm the only one who know that pussy fire (Fire) +Dolla $ign + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk] +For that pussy, I'ma run up a check +No lie, I can't fuckin' forget +Please don't ask that nigga for shit +When you call, I'ma come and go get +Trust issues, if I can't trust +I can't fuck with you +Money and pussy the power +I can fuck and suck on that pussy for hours +While you cumin' and screamin' +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +It's just a think about her +I'ma forever think about her +She gon' kill it, keep it real about her +I'ma' kill it, keep it real about her + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk] +About her, about her, about her +About her, about her, about her +About her, about herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Bout It[Intro: Lil Durk & Fredo Santana] +I'm a hitta by myself +I'm a hitta by myself (L's) +"Hello?" +"Man whatup bro what's good?" +"Chillin chillin man motherfucker back down in these streets man" +"Hell yeah boy you back down bro" +Motherfuckers know what it is +Niggas got me goin' crazy +In the crib off the lazy + +[Verse 1] +OTF we the team +And I'm a hitta that's the theme +Police snatch me I won't sing +Read me my rights and Imma leave +My people told me never trust none +Niggas be all in my face but I don't trust 'em + + +[Chorus] +I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it +You know I can't leave the crib without it +A lot of people say they doubt me +You best believe my niggas 'bout it +Dreaded up and they 'bout it +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it +OTF we 'bout it +Dreaded up and we 'bout it +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it +OTF we 'bout it +[Verse 2] +I got O and Moski on my mind +I lean for Tayski 'nem all the time +Free da guys like 300 times +[? 1:29] that's 300 time +Fuck the feds they gave my daddy life +For my son Imma make it right +The feds gave my daddy life +For my son Imma make it right +Ridin', 2 seaters +750 wit' two eaters +One nigga got two heaters +Ride on me and get blammed up +Soft niggas better man up +That limit squeeze don't jam up +Black mask, hand up +Move or get blammed up +Livin' up to that YOLO +Real niggas better stand up (Let's get it) +Cuff bitches no handcuffs (L's) +Niggas know that we'll band up (drillin') +Niggas better go get it (Let's get it) +Ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it +'cept I got on three chains +I got a movie clip like DGainz (L's) +[Chorus] +I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it +You know I can't leave the crib without it +A lot of people say they doubt me (bow bow bow) +You best believe my niggas 'bout it (Let's get it, L's) +Dreaded up and they 'bout it (300) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it (300) +All black and they 'bout it (let's get it) +OTF we 'bout it +Dreaded up and we 'bout it (let's get it) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it (Lil Durk) +OTF we 'bout it + +[Verse 3] +It's one of them nights (let's get it) +I gotta carry that pipe +Look both ways like dykes +I can't get caught that's life +I'm so BOS nigga +That i gotta blam on sight +So if I see you wit' that light (L's) +Just know I blam you on sight (L's) +Hoes on my dick (let's get it) +Got me on my BJ shit +40' on this replay shit +Mac'll rip up three way shit (let's get it) +Easy to say drill is hard when you ain't drillin' shit +Sippin' for no feelin' shit +Fuck you and yo feelings bitch +I'm rollin' off a hitta +Too many say they drillin' +I go hard with no liquor +Gotta shoot me for a stick up +I do too much to bitch up (let's get it) +This 40' give you nip-tuck +You better keep yo lips tucked (L's) +[Chorus] +I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it +You know I can't leave the crib without it (Let's get it) +A lot of people say they doubt me (bow bow bow) +You best believe my niggas 'bout it (300) +Dreaded up and they 'bout it (300) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it (300) +All black and they 'bout it (let's get it) +OTF we 'bout it (let's get it) +Dreaded up and we 'bout it (Let's get it) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it (Lil Durk) +OTF we 'bout itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hell Hole[Intro: Lil Durk] +I had to sleep with my pants on... +Lawyer money bring my mans home + +[Pre-Chorus: Wallway Pack] +They know we happy here +Shootout while the police outside +Yeah we Iraq in here +War, we OTF +Bitch we the mob, we from the bottom here +That hell hole, I swerve round here +Get high in the stu' with my jeans on +Nigga fiend houses, they might go in my pockets + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I used to trick all the fiend +I didn't believe anything +Stake ? the bean +It felt like I sleep with the demons +Hell hole, hell hole +Hell hole, hell hole + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +I used to sleep around dope smokers +I had to sleep with my pants on +I remember havin no troubles +Lawyer money bring my mans home +Fuck with Durkio, red rum +Niggas snake you if you let them +Lost my perc, temper tantrum +He a goofy, let foenem scam him +Send a dick pic that's random +Got 6 kids cause I'm handsome +Rockstar, no stand up +I ain't off a perc, I won't stand up +She want Desiigner drugs, Panda +Nigga better take his case, just man up +Sex me I wanna, I'm rollin' off ecstasy +Rather sip Activis, I don't fuck with Hennessy +Negative rumors be givin me energy +You not a gansta, I really see ? +Niggas be tryna sound like me, I see like 10 of me +Niggas ain't got no gang like me, they turned to enemies +Oh, we got a show I'm goin' to Italy +Know for sure that Gucci made in Italy +Oh, that .45 Glock knock out his memory +Oh, ? got my wrist on 10 degrees +[Pre-Chorus: Wallway Pack] +They know we happy here +Shootout while the police outside +Yeah we Iraq in here +War, we OTF +Bitch we the mob, we from the bottom here +That hell hole, I swerve round here +Get high in the stu' with my jeans on +Nigga fiend houses, they might go in my pockets + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I used to trick all the fiend +I didn't believe anything +Stake ? the bean +It felt like I sleep with the demons +Hell hole, hell hole +Hell hole, hell hole + +[Verse 2: Wallway Pack] +We come from poverty +Findin' the plug, I'm hittin' the lottery ? +Til law came and got me +Can't play with them, fuck around I shot you +Came out the hell hole, it's a robbery +War way OTF +? I walked there +? trappin' at 12 +Wherever I'm at turn into the trapper +Wherever I'm at they die there +12 years old ? arrest +Wanted me to buy weed ? +Lil ? have me slammin' my momma boyfriend door +Swear anywhere you go I go +Swear everywhere I go you go +And I brought you bro +Where you roll, I roll +We ain't breakin' no codes, penitentiary row god damn +I don't know when they gon' get it, I told em we on +I'm hoping he still in the pen, he ain't came home yet +? keep droppin' these bombs, they makin' bomb threats +Who run the trap, Wallway Pack +[Pre-Chorus: Wallway Pack] +They know we happy here +Shootout while the police outside +Yeah we Iraq in here +War, we OTF +Bitch we the mob, we from the bottom here +That hell hole, I swerve round here +Get high in the stu' with my jeans on +Nigga fiend houses, they might go in my pockets + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I used to trick all the fiend +I didn't believe anything +Stake ? the bean +It felt like I sleep with the demons +Hell hole, hell hole +Hell hole, hell holeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Partner[Intro] +Dy Krazy + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +I swear I got these drugs, I'm just chilled on nothin' +That drank it gave me a push, Shit ain't [?] +All fucked up, as a youngin', I had to figure it out +I fuck it up at them stores, I use a [?] +When I taste them drugs, that shit numb my tongue +I just pulled up, I got a dice, Roll on one +Nigga, ain't no rules to fighting, in a one on one +Smokin' out the pound, I just fill my lungs +My kids couldn't come around me, my house full of guns +My kids don't ask for no money, I send it every month +Three, four, five, select these hoes, I don't know which one +Three, four, five, select the fools, they be eatin' me up +I done blew a bag, all one Hunnid G's +25 bands on my 300 ring +And I used to fuck with them niggas but they don't fuck with me +Do I like being around that money? Yes in-fucking-deed +If a bitch ask for my bag, get on your fuckin' knees +I could use a [?] but for [?] +You in my hood, you knew you was out here, They blow your fees +I could use a [?] just to [?] + +[Hook: SosMula] +[?] +Three, four, five bodies, now my shooter on the run +Million dollar bail, a lil nigga, now I know he stressed +First day home from jail, I'ma rob the coke connect (Mula) +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I risk my life for my partner, my partner +Turnin' up with my partner, my partner +I can't trade on my partner, my partner +Drop a bag with my partner, my partner + +[Verse 2: SosMula] +Three, four, five bodies nigga I'ma fuck it up +Pull up on the opps, I'ma hit 'em with the double drum +Watch them niggas huddle up, scary with the bubble guts +Got my block, poppin' shit, jumpin' like it's Double Dutch +Put my hood up on my back, got my hood up and my strap +What you pussies lookin' at? + +[Hook: SosMula] +[?] +Three, four, five bodies, now my shooter on the run +Million dollar bail, a lil nigga, now I know he stressed +First day home from jail, I'ma rob the coke connect (Mula!) + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Fuckin' hoes with my partner, my partner +And we really havin' lotta, a lotta +Been my brother since a toddler, a toddler +Been my brother since a toddler, a toddlerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +2 Many Say They Drillin[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Too many say they drillin', niggas ain't even killin' +You shootin' not killin', Lil Durk start hittin' +Free Theo BD, Dayski, RIP Moe and Tayski +Fuck dissin', get with me, in traffic or period +'Fore a nigga come up missin', aye Bra Bra no he in it +He got beef put me in it, Tay Town, 300 +These shots whoever want it, you say you got it man +Your lil niggas baloney and my lil niggas hungry +FTO say that two times, I say that shit a few times +All you niggas female, the real niggas locked down +Two of my guys got shot down +"Who did it?", Can't talk now +"Who did it?", Can't talk now +"Who did it?", "Who did it?" +I can't say no names, you know the feds listenin' +It be the drillers who be locked up in the feds snitchin' +He trickin' they bitches, get loud and be slippin' +No attemption just murder, shoutout my nigga Murda, L's + +[Bridge: Lil Durk] +Shout out to Lil Reese man +Lamron + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Me and my niggas thirsty, catch em' and show em' no mercy +Hollowtips in this .30, all of our guns dirty +Anybody can get it, play with me you will get it +All of my broskis with it, push his cap back that fitted +Off the shits now I'm in it, 300 I been with it +Don't run my mouth to bitches, leave that up for the bitches +On the pot and I whip it, put it out, handle business +Handle my own business, merk him, don't leave no witness, L's +[Outro: Lil Reese] +You know how I rock Lil Durk +Let's get it broskiEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Go Hard[Chorus: Lil Durk and Ananti] +Whole team go hard +For that bag I go hard +You know we go hard +You know I gotta go hard +For that bag I go hard +Gotta go hard +[?] like I'm tryna record +Money money money I gots to go hard +Money money money man I gots to go hard +Yeah I'm going hard at the bando +I go hard +Gotta go hard +Gotta go hard +Yeah you know I gotta go hard + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +[?] +All these hoes be stupid geeked +All these niggas tupid cheeks +I go hard +Duffle bag [?] +50 [?] +DJ PJ [?], we eating [?] +People know what we 'bout +I'm wiping the streets out +She wiping the team down, going hard like Pakayo +People don't know I ain't backing down, people don't know backing down +People don't know packing down, just a boy that [?] sound +I go stupid hard, stupid crazy lazy don +Lean got me lazy don, trippie [?] +[?] +I got swag, trending now +[?] +I be swag, trend it up +[Chorus: Lil Durk and Ananti] +Whole team go hard +For that bag I go hard +You know we go hard +You know I gotta go hard +For that bag I go hard +Gotta go hard +[?] like I'm tryna record +Money money money I gots to go hard +Money money money man I gots to go hard +Yeah I'm going hard at the bando +I go hard +Gotta go hard +Gotta go hard +Yeah you know I gotta go hard + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Banana or rocket, [?] Gucci lense +Walk out with a bad bitch, she pulling out 20 bands +I tell her she the one I [?] +She say that's that bullshit +Ain't in my millions, yeah +But guaranteed I'm hood rich +I go hard like Kanye West +It's Rosé, we drink the best +[?] +[?] on my vest +Ain't no horses on my hat +[?] on my pants +I go hard, I go hard +[Chorus: Lil Durk and Ananti] +Whole team go hard +For that bag I go hard +You know we go hard +You know I gotta go hard +For that bag I go hard +Gotta go hard +[?] like I'm tryna record +Money money money I gots to go hard +Money money money man I gots to go hard +Yeah I'm going hard at the bando +I go hard +Gotta go hard +Gotta go hard +Yeah you know I gotta go hardEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Savage city[intro] +You know we about it ,water the price(yeah) +Hold the mic for a min son,i ain't done with em yet +Ball barrel, we busting them pack's slanging that crack +Going to church to repent on my sin's , it feels like satan on my back + +[hook] +Huh-huh plenty bitches, plenty bitches yeah i got plenty bitches +A dozen bitch's, syrup all in my purple cup ,syrup all in my purple cup +Stayed down know i came up , stayed down know i came upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How could youHow could you snitch on me +How could you played with me +I thought we were blood brothers +You did me so dirty, you snitch and lied on me +How can i trust you, we were at the casino +2 man got shot so we left the scene +How could you take everything i gave you and you betrayed on me +There were 2 murder scene on ave bloc , i got keep this hot +Are we not gonna eat, the d e a question me, but i'm never snitching on a soul no not me +We were running from choppers and helicopsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Deep endShe's only 17, her whole life's ahead of her + +She hates school because the people there discredit her + +Her boyfriend tries to show her that's not how it seems + +But everyday she just gets lowered with her self-esteem + +He let's her know that every night will have a brighter day +She even tried to overdose and take her life away + +She's feeling hopeless there just sitting down beside her bed +Then he takes his hand and places it beside her head + +He tries to hold her but with every touch she still resists +And then he sees the scars that bury deep within her wrists + +She's feeling numb, he tries to beg and plead and ask her, "Why?" + +She says this way she has control of the pain she feels inside + +He's asking her, "How long it's going since you've felt this? + +Way because you got me here, just feeling so damn helpless." + +She says, "It's been a while. I guess I needed better luck." +And then he screams at her and tells her, "Baby, never cut!" + +Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own +But listen, pretty lady, you don't have to be alone +So, baby, don't cut + +Baby, don't cut + +You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut + +I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end +You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend + +But baby don't cut, baby don't cut + +You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut + +The next day at school she's feeling better than the day before + +Even cracked a couple smiles as she walked the corridor + +But all that seemed to end: she dropped her books when she walked into class + +And every student in the room just seemed to point and laugh + +She couldn't take it anymore, she sent her boy a text +She said, "I love you with my body, heart and soul to death." + +He thought nothing, typed "I love you", then he sent it + +By "death" he didn't know that she had literally just meant it + +She ducked the next class, ran home into the bathroom + +Thought to herself she wouldn't break her promise that soon +One cut... two cuts... three cuts... four + +The blood just started dripping from the tub to the floor + +Her boyfriend had a feeling in his stomach that he hated + +He followed it right down to her house he never waited + +The front door was open, he heard the water running + +He stormed into the bathroom and his heart just started gunning + +Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own +But listen pretty lady you don't have to be alone + +So baby don't cut +Baby don't cut + +You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut + +I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end +You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend + +But baby don't cut, baby don't cut + +You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut + +He puts her arm around his shoulder, he's just tryna lean her back up + +Yelling out her name as he lays her beside the bathtub + +Feels his whole world just took a hit from a big avalanche + +Screaming out so heavily, "Somebody call an ambulance!" + +Feeling mad angry like somebody's led her onto this + +Her eyeballs are rolling, drifting out of consciousness + +Thinking to himself why the hell did she just stop at will + +The tears just keep on rolling as they head to the hospital + +Paramedics rush her in, the doctor calls emergency + +She's lost a lot of blood the place looks like a murder scene + +An hour later, the doc walks over with a sour face +And says, "Excuse me for the words that I'm about to say + +I'm sorry for your loss, " the boy just starts collapsing + +His own world, his own girl just took a crashing + +Saying to himself that it's his fault and that he let it up + +"Baby, I thought you made a promise you would never cut." + +Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own +But listen pretty lady you don't have to be alone + +So baby don't cut + +Baby don't cut +You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut + +I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end +You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend + +But baby don't cut + +, baby don't cut +You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cutEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gucci Scarff[Intro] +(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) + +[Chorus] +The tears run down my face (tears run down my face) +I don't like the world to see me crying +So I try to stay in my place, being a snake one of the biggest crimes (biggest) +Can you bring that Gucci scarf from out my bag to me right now so I can dry my tears +You would go up out your way to hurt me so so bad to show me that it's real +Imma take this jewelry off and get up out that foreign car to show you how I really live (jewelry oh, oh, oh) +Show you how the trenches is, show you how they really live (ooo how they really living) + +[Verse 1] +This ain't no gimmick, a ten, stay off pills cos they just put mе in my feelings (put me in my feelings) +I done seen the rеalist niggas switch up for a image +I told him don't let that money change him but he got offensive (offensive) +I'm hard body forever but in the stu i'm sentimental (let's get it) +See I might not sip lean no more but it would not change my feelings +Won't send money to the county but spend 15 on your bridges +See I don't understand they be claiming they the realist +They treat me like a opp, like I ain't did shit for my niggas +I be in the hood I clutch my pipe whenever a car stop +Walk to school I damn near get jumped by opps when the car don't start +Auto zone I mean no auto cos I carry auto parts (yeaahhh) +Way we buss down bricks inside that trap we think we martial arts +[Chorus] +The tears run down my face (tears run down my face) +I don't like the world to see me crying +So I try to stay in my place, being a snake one of the biggest crimes (biggest) +Can you bring that Gucci scarf from out my bag to me right now so I can dry my tears +You would go up out your way to hurt me so so bad to show me that it's real +Imma take this jewelry off and get up out that foreign car to show you how I really live (jewelry oh, oh, oh) +Show you how the trenches is, show you how they really live (ooo how they really living) + +[Verse 2] +I stand for all the real niggas they in the back of me +My eyes get teary about my kids but I blame allergies +When you in that trap get paid by the bag not by the salary +And I'm on point wherever I go that's just the RAQ in me +Where that cash need GPS +Can't chill round hoes need S-E-X +None them niggas don't owe me shit no homie or no brodie shit +That bitch ass, that phony shit +Face a blunt my lonely shit +You ain't my dawg imma fuck yo hoe but I never fuck my homie bitch (Fax) +If the bitch claim that she mixed then imma treat her like a mutt +Got a call that he got shot but I knew he died it was in my guts +So much doubt that's why I keep on turning up +And they a try to say my name to get some fame but they ain't turnt enooouuugh + +[Chorus] +The tears run down my face (tears run down my face) +I don't like the world to see me crying +So I try to stay in my place, being a snake one of the biggest crimes (biggest) +Can you bring that Gucci scarf from out my bag to me right now so I can dry my tears +You would go up out your way to hurt me so so bad to show me that it's real +Imma take this jewelry off and get up out that foreign car to show you how I really live (jewelry oh, oh, oh) +Show you how the trenches is, show you how they really live (ooo how they really living)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gucci Gucci (Original Version)[Intro] +(Geraldo Liive on the track) + +[Chorus] +Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci +Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie +Lambo' truck, I’m Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci +If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything + +[Verse 1] +Bucket hat inside the club that's the move, that shit (Gucci, Gucci) +I just showed ’em love, spent a dub inside of (Gucci, Gucci) +Ain't no makin' love, when I'm done I'm buyin' (Gucci, Gucci) +I just told my bitch, she want Chanel or she want (Gucci, Gucci) +My bruddas stuck in jail, I say "I'm cabbin'", she (Gucci, Gucci) +And I know her cut, [?] kill you for some (Gucci, Gucci) +I just took some drugs and I’m not high, so I’m not (Gucci, Gucci) +Fly that bitch on private, touch her private by her (Gucci, Gucci) +A scammer told me "get the cash, that rack deposit" (Gucci, Gucci) +High fashion, keep designer, why? 'cause that shit (Gucci, Gucci) +Big diamonds keep my pinky polished ’cause it's (Gucci, Gucci) +Got a bitch and I ain't fuck and I still bought +[Chorus] +Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci +Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie +Lambo' truck, I’m Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci +If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci + +[Verse 2] +Gucci gang like I'm Lil Pump +I'm ridin' 'round with some niggas who got the hood turnt +She suckin' my dick, ain't give a shit, I wish she would stunt +Designer smoker, smoke my own, I make Chanel Runtz +The Gucci pants, I get 'em tailored, make it a lil' short +Pitchin' pennies, shootin' dice, that shit a hood sport +That shit (Gucci, Gucci) +You want Celine, I give you these, nigga (Gucci) +Gucci store text my phone, they say, "You need these" (Gucci, Gucci) +I spent the night, I hit the cup, I fell asleep wearin' (Gucci, Gucci) +Bro'nem call me from the trap, they say they keep playin' (Gucci, Gucci) +When the world hear this song, they gon' keep sayin' (Gucci, Gucci) +Ain't no Zara, H&M, I told you these pants +[Chorus] +Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci +Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie +Lambo' truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci +If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything +Gucci, GucciEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Get Paid[Intro: Tags] +Another fya starta production +Shout out to OTF +DJ Sean Mac, this shit soundin' good, nigga +Haha, Lil Durk let's work +Drill city what up? +Man + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) +Money (Sean Mac, come here), money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get, Sean Mac, come here) +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) +(Man) + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +She said my ass [?] bungee jumpin' +See said she don't run from nothin' (Let's get it) +She said she Rack City chick +Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Ao!) +My [?] less than that +You a square, check a map (Ao!) +Been in this shit since '92, all I know is checker bags +OT, yeah bitch, fuck the opps (Yeah) +Call me soda, imma pop +From your bitch, I want her top (Haha) +'Til I'm dead, I won't stop +Hatin' fool can't trust a bitch (Let's get it) +He'll tell, he the cops +I get money, money-money (Ao!), money-money (I get paid) +Give her that shit, get me (Laid) +Kick your door, it's not a stain (Yeah) +Not a raise from a stain +Gucci shades +True religion, prolades (Prolades) +Coolin' through the hottest days (Days) +Beefers be with choppa blades +Ridin' pool, get choppa sprayed (Ma-man down) +[?] hand down +.30 got her hand clapped (Clap) +Get your mans Saran wrap +Now he gone, TIP (Haha) +It's a drill, no TIP +Get money 'til I R.I.P (Get it) +I can't fuck with CPD (CPD) +I'm sucka free, MTV (MTV) +[Chorus: Lil Durk & King Louie] +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid, aye) +Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) + +[Verse 2: King Louie] +New boo, bang gang (What?) +Bitch, I do my damn thang +Mixing dope with champaign +He fuck boy, so damn lame (Stupid) +.30 with the beam, aye +We folks in your bitch +She took me, that mean train (What?) +Spin the bitch with good game (Word!) +Oh, I ball like hood gang (Ballin') +Gold bottles like trophies (Aye) +This press start, need no keys (Vroom) +Better know where my [?] is (Yeah) +Load up off a four-piece (What?) +On my iPhone, nine-piece (Trillin') +Keep the bitch, she a dime piece +King Louie, I'm a god, hoe (Amen) +Stunt hard and get robbed, bro (What?) +Flow harder than Chicago (What?) +I'm [?] (Yeah) +Move, move boo, that's the motto (What?) +Machine gun, that's auto (Yeah) +V-V12, money, pronto (Aye) +Leave a nigga with a halo if he try to test like Ron (Ok) +Drillin' in with a [?] (Yeah) +Shorty drippin' like Rambo (What?) +.30 rounds, shot ammo (Woo) +I get bitches, and dope (What?) +Real shit what I stand for (Yeah) +Bitch wanna ride me like a handle (What?) +Give me head like shampoo (What?) +'Cause I get paid, asshole (Yeah) +[Chorus: Lil Durk &] +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get) +Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid) +Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get paid) + +[Outro: Lil Durk] +(I-I, I get paid) +(I-I, I get paid) +(I-I, I get paid) +(I-I, I get paid)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Intro (I’m A Hitta)[Interlude] +get into it stupid! +Lil Durk, I made a mixtape, man +go get it! +lot of these niggas had doubted me, shit, I'm on top now +[?] some try to understand +a lot of these grown niggas talkin' 'bout this and that (Aint even on shit) +last time I checked I was rapin' this shit, man +Chicago, stand the fuck up +free Bump, man +shout out to The Rude Boys +these game's what happenin' +ha, ha, ha +ha, damn +I'm in the studio on some fuckerys, man (I got this shit) +shout out Flynt, man, Louisville, what it do? (What up?) +[?], man [?], we a movement (Shout out to them guys, damn man) +shout out DTHANG though, man, [?] (Lil' boy) +nigga what it do? +shout out my son too, man (Haha) +I was gone, now I'm back +y'all gotta play all these tracks, man +shout out to the Lowends +shout out to them niggas in the hundreds +R.I.P. to them niggas too, man +shout out A$AP (Westside) +everybody wanna be-EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Remember (official verison)[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Times ain't eat right +Plumber nigga I keep pipe, street life +Gotta tote that .30 after street lights +3 Mice they ain’t Blind I know them niggas see right +All the rats, signed them papers gave my daddy 10 life +Niggas say I switched up shit +Only thing i switched up was me chasin' a bitch +Or me chasin' a M +Millions of murders +Where I'm from it's millions of murders +He a snitch he ain't straight, he in cursive +I put my city on, niggas hate, that I put my city on +I'm a boss i dont give a fuck i got my diddy on +I'ma be this way till a pussy nigga send me home +I keep that fifth (5th), like an Alcoholic +I Can’t Sit (Why ?) this Money Calling +I need jewel, drugs, cars and a crib to park it +I see a opp im sparkin' +And they know that they Dead meat +We a family not a gang, and we out here play for keeps +Baby momma trippin' thinking she gonna get fed for free +Better start working bitch, Lil Durk ain't no deadbeat, but i keep that red beam! +Jojo talkin', red out +Where he at, take him out +So many bricks in the trap, we can make a house +My niggas gon war for win , you niggas gon war for clout +Bronem lost that crowd for ten, he dont know when he's comin out +Durk album sittin' at the label when he coming out +Name popping got my shit popping I ain't droppin' out +Call Kanye West he ain't the only nigga dropping out +400K the first day, yeah they Jockin' now +[Verse 2: Durk] +I just bought more choppas dont get extra wet +OTF, Nuski gang bitch im reppin' that +Its a murder scene where im steppin' at +Shoot out from far back, bitch you catchin dat +Yeh that bitch go Boom, Boom, Boom, Boomm! +Car go Zoom, Zoom, Zoom, Zoomm! +No new niggas, ain't no room +Bitch i am a goon +(Let's get it) + +[Outro] +Remember my name +Remember my name +Remember my name +One thing i can't change +Remember my nameEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Homicide[Intro: Tags] +My nigga Pharris +Life Ain’t No Joke +Victoriouz +Keep your eyes open, nigga + +[Verse 1] +Be careful with bitches +All these bitches is diggers +They say she love you forever +Next thing be fuckin' your nigga +Need a bitch to get with it +That's why I need me a [?] +I just fuck her and pass her +I might slide her some Fendi +Shorty say she three-hunnid +And she all 'bout Debit +She said she scared of the [?] +Well shorty, that's how I'm livin' +Either fame or cars, it wouldn't make me no difference +I just caught me a bird, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Twitter +Light skin redbone +Peanut butter, no [?] +Or maybe cool as a fan, or either darker than [?] +This the life that I'm livin', I want part of it all +I'm like a star to a mall, so I Target 'em all +Dolce & Gabbana +Gucci, Louis, and Prada +True Religions, and Rockins +Ralph Lauren and Robbins +Ain't gotta stunt 'cause I got 'em +Soon as they drop it I cop it +Lead the lot with a foreign +Finna go slide on my foreign +2013, I got it +Last two years I've been trappin' +You addicted to bitches, and I'm addicted to rappin' +All white [?] leather lookin' just like a napkin +All my niggas, they drillin', they say that we be trappin' +Let's get it +[Chorus] +Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide +Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide +For 48, real life is a homicide +He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized +Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide +Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide +For 48, real life is a homicide +He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized + +[Verse 2] +I cut the lock off +Like champagne tops, I pop off +Free Reggie and free Lil Charles +K9 blitz, they some dogs +That MAC'll knock his top off +That [?] said, "Drop his top off" +Run up and you get dropped off +LL-button-up-Cool J +My diamonds red like Kool-Aid +My Rollie watch say, "Too late" +I'm mad as head like toupees +A lot of niggas fugazi +I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz, 'cept I got like four chains +[?] say no names +You talkin', you get duct tape +What's like to have that [?] +These ho's they in a dub race +Fuck me, then fuck BJ +Shout out to the DJ +In the field where we play +You pussys better behave +I'm runnin' home like relays +Let's get it +[Chorus] +Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide +Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide +For 48, real life is a homicide +He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized +Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide +Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide +For 48, real life is a homicide +He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized + +[Outro] +Free twin +Free Bruh BruhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Eater[Intro: Lil Durk] +I can turn your girl into an eater (I'm Still A Hitta, Victoriouz) +I can turn your girl into an eater (Lil Durk, Shawn Mack, Victoriouz) +Pineapple Crush by the lite-(Victoriouz) +New shit, man +Turn the streets up +My nigga Lil Durk +It's your boy Lil Durk, 20 on me, DJ Victoriouz, man +Stack or Starve, brother, the act', man +Shout out to DJ Twin +Shout out to the whole Stack or Starve family, man we out here +Stack +Stack (O.T.F.) +Stack or Starve + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I can turn your girl into an eater (Get it, Turn up) +Pineapple Crush by the liter +O.T.F., follow the leader (This how we do this shit) +Man I'm off the shit, smoking reefer +Go and tell them boys, follow the leader (Yeah) +A lot of nigga's really want to be us (Ay, watch your bitch) +Got the whole city wanting to be us +Go and tell them boys, follow the leader (DJ Victoriouz) + +[Refrain] +Nigga's mad, we up, turned your bitch to an eater (Victoriouz) +Nigga's mad, we up, turned your bitch to an eater +Nigga's mad, we up, turned your bitch to an eater +We Cole, no Keisha (We Cole), east side, raise E's up +Pussy nigga's better ease up, that mac can have them screaming, "Jesus" +Polo horses every day (Shot Town what you-), different Ralph I'm G'd up (Poppin'?) +Flash got me geeked up (Get it), ask Victoriouz, Stack or Starve +Ask Victoriouz, Stack or Starve +Ask Victoriouz, Stack or Starve (DJ Victoriouz, Stack or Starve) +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Nigga's mad, we up, turned your bitch to an eater +We Cole, no Keisha (We Cole), east side, raise E's up +Pussy nigga's better ease up , that mac can have them screaming Jesus +Polo horses every day, different Ralph I'm G'd up (Aw, man) +Flash got me geeked up, ask Victoriouz, Stack or Starve +Bitch I'm off the meter, I get money, I go hard +O.T.F. free my niggas, Tell the judge fuck a charge +Religion nigga's act true, nigga's know they live a fraud +Glock crackin', I'm out here, Ain't no nigga safe out here +Nigga's say I'm a nightmare, all black like night gear +All that real shit start here, check a bag like Nike air +Check a bag like Nike air, that real shit it start here, L's + +[Chorus] +I can turn your girl into an eater +Pineapple Crush by the liter +O.T.F., follow the leader +Man I'm off the shit, smoking reefer +Go and tell them boys, follow the leader +A lot of nigga's really want to be us +Got the whole city wanting to be us +Go and tell them boys, follow the leader + +[Verse 2] +Niggas mad, they down +Loud blunts, it's FaceTime +Bad bitches, hood bitches, O.T.F. tell 'em "Lie down" +Money come, bitch, money go +Tell the haters, "Adios" +Dese' on me, sloppy joe +I'm ready for 'em, howdy ho +Too cool, I mean extra cocky +Since I meet David, extra jockey +Block slow, I been extra clockin' +Get money, fuck the coppers +We in here, fuck the doctors +.30 on me, fuck a choppa +You was in it, I'm the topic +All you niggas under top +Tell 'em, "Might go hard" Bitch I can't go +Been drillin' shit, bitch I can't go +Orange peel, he lookin' like a mango +All aboard, you niggas like +[Chorus] +I can turn your girl into an eater +Pineapple Crush by the liter +O.T.F., follow the leader +Man I'm off the shit, smoking reefer +Go and tell them boys, follow the leader +A lot of nigga's really want to be us +Got the whole city wanting to be us +Go and tell them boys, follow the leader + +[Outro: Tags] +That's that nigga Victoriouz +Fuck nigga +That how we do that shit +100% +100% Stack or Starve approved +At Lil Durk on the score, DJ Victoriouz, Shawn Mack, niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stand Up[Chorus] +Dip Set, stand up +Leron, stand up +D Town, stand up +Avenue, stand up (Aye) +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up (Aye) +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up (Aye) +Low Life, stand up +Murder drive, stand up +Dogg Pound, stand up +Parkway, stand up (Aye) +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up (Aye, aye, aye) +Throw them fuckin' trays up + +[Verse 1] +No, this ain't a movie, but this the future presentation +Fuck the bullshit, I'm goin' in about the situation +Hit his ass up with that .9, no hesitation +Have his ass beat like a bitch on a menstruation +Aw, I don't think he realize what his ass facin' +'Til I catch late-night slippin' in that gas station +Leave your ass in that gas station +Send him to the morgue and turn his ass into a karma patient +It's a bang, bang gang +Eastside, what up +I'm young money crazy, lil' Vernon, that's my brother +Free my nigga Maino +Rest in peace Weebo +Leron, bitch, throw them L's up for Lil Moe +I don't got to shoot, my lil' niggas come and let it blow +If you lookin' for me, we be posted by the corner store +[?] city, we the best on the fuckin' [?] +I don't know what you'll do for your respect, but imma die for mine +[Chorus] +Dip Set, stand up +Leron, stand up +D Town, stand up +Avenue, stand up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Low Life, stand up +Murder drive, stand up +Dogg Pound, stand up +Parkway, stand up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up + +[Verse 2] +Hatin' is my major, that's crazy, so stop then +Navy blue, Impala, tint windows, ridin' '010 +I'm tryna rest in green, I ain't tryna rest in peace +This rappin', and this street shit +Gettin' close to me shit +Leanin' every day like I'm tryna OD, shit +Laid back, .40 on my lap, lowkey shit +Hustle on knees, Four Corners, 4C shit +Niggas talkin' to the lot, hopin' we don't see shit +[?] got called up +Charges bein' brought up +Word from his mama, tryna slam him with a [?] +You know that Tim case that he beat was bein' brought up +Charles, don't worry, we keepin' eyes on your daughters +Leave the lot, no evidence +Poppin' all revolvers +[?] we drove Chargers +Clip long as shoe strings +Clappin' shells, wafters +Aimin' at no kids, at no boys, at no toddlers +[Chorus] +Dip Set, stand up +Leron, stand up +D Town, stand up +Avenue, stand up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Low Life, stand up +Murder drive, stand up +Dogg Pound, stand up +Parkway, stand up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays up +Throw them fuckin' trays upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love The Lifestyle*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse 1: Drake] +...in the bible +Can't give it up cause you love the lifestyle + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Okay, okay, okay +Trenches rich, I got her a salon +Gucci and Pugh its deep in the budget she hitting up Virgil for Louis Vuitton...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Learned That[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Money over bitches +I learnt that from the guys +OTF, bitch, my niggas gon' ride +I keep that shit 3 hunnid, I learnt that from the guys +Forever be a hitter, I learnt that from the guys +I learnt that from the guys, I learnt that from the guys +My niggas don't rat, I learnt that from the guys +Never fuck with new niggas, learnt that from the guys +Always hold your own, I learnt that from the guys + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Lil Durk, I get money, I ain't worried 'bout no bitch +Got them hitters totin' them Glocks +24/7, bitch, we do hits +Got that call about my bro, tell 'em cops to free [?] +Got my lil' niggas on point, call D-Rosey on bullshit +Make that call to get yo' ass whacked +That them Jack Boys to come jack +Leave no cheese around for these rats +It's no trust around these camps +I say, "Call of Duty", black lives, Chiraq, we whack opps +Where I'm from it's blacked out +Got good bitches with bad scout +OTF, that's the right route +2012, it's the wipeout +Kush blunts got me hyped out +.40 on me, then it's lights out +Normal spelt backwards, bitch +OTF, free the savages, OTF, free the savages +3 hunnid on they savage shit +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Money over bitches +I learnt that from the guys +OTF, bitch, my niggas gon' ride +I keep that shit 3 hunnid, I learnt that from the guys +Forever be a hitter, I learnt that from the guys +I learnt that from the guys, I learnt that from the guys +My niggas don't rat, I learnt that from the guys +Never fuck with new niggas, learnt that from the guys +Always hold your own, I learnt that from the guys + +[Verse 2: Unknown Artist] +Yeah, I'm MOB (Yeah), Money Over Bitches (Bitches) +Bitch, I'm OTF (OTF), family over niggas (Yeah) +It's just me, my niggas, all of 'em some hitters +Get caught, we do time, we don't point no fingers +I don't fuck with drillers 'cause we body droppin' +Couple guys gone but we still ain't stoppin' +Since Ramon died I don't cap for nothin' +I just dropped a nigga and I ain't feel nothin' +L's, bitch, 300 miles and runnin' (Runnin') +Threat one of the guys, you better know I'm comin' +It's black boy but you can call me black +I keep that .30 on me, I don't need a MAC + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Money over bitches +I learnt that from the guys +OTF, bitch, my niggas gon' ride +I keep that shit 3 hunnid, I learnt that from the guys +Forever be a hitter, I learnt that from the guys +I learnt that from the guys, I learnt that from the guys +My niggas don't rat, I learnt that from the guys +Never fuck with new niggas, learnt that from the guys +Always hold your own, I learnt that from the guysEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Niggas Don’t Change[Intro: Lil Durk] +My niggas don't change (OTF) +My niggas don’t change + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I'm just playin' the game, all you niggas stains +All my niggas bang, .30, we don’t aim +Get you niggas change, tedious niggas +My niggas don't change, my niggas don't change +Fuckin' with them lames, they don't act the same +I'm the different lane, it's crackin' off my name +Money, bitch, don’t change, my niggas don’t change +I'm the different lane, my niggas don’t change + +[Verse 1: Unknown Artist] +Y'all niggas is lames +F300, bitch, 'cause my niggas never change +OTF, bitch, it's just me and Durk +Disrespect the team, I’ma put you on the shirt +Never fuck with new niggas, learnt that from the guys +.30 popper on my waist 'cause I was born to die +They just called us planes 'cause they know we fly +All my niggas ride, all y'all niggas try +OTF, bitch, to the day I die +Yeah, I smoke loud, higher than the sky +Rest in peace Mo, that's my lil' bro +Disrespect the line, yeah, it's time to go +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I'm just playin' the game, all you niggas stains +All my niggas bang, .30, we don't aim +Get you niggas change, tedious niggas +My niggas don't change, my niggas don't change +Fuckin' with them lames, they don't act the same +I'm the different lane, it's crackin' off my name +Money, bitch, don't change, my niggas don't change +I'm the different lane, my niggas don't change + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Broski told me, "Niggas change on you quick" (Let's get it) +For broski, you know I can change like a penny +They got my bro, gon' facin' him a 50 (Free the guys) +Niggas that told, know they facin' with the semi (Blam!) +My niggas don't rat, my niggas stay strapped (Hitters) +My niggas get money, tell 'em niggas, "Vam" +Where them niggas role when I was locked up in that jam +On thanksgiving in the county going ham +Real niggas tote baby, shoot like Danny Granger +Sip on purple ranchers, run up and I'ma change her +OTF, we dangerous, new niggas is strangers +He change and we change 'em +You run up and get gunned up + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I'm just playin' the game, all you niggas stains +All my niggas bang, .30, we don't aim +Get you niggas change, tedious niggas +My niggas don't change, my niggas don't change +Fuckin' with them lames, they don't act the same +I'm the different lane, it's crackin' off my name +Money, bitch, don't change, my niggas don't change +I'm the different lane, my niggas don't changeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Date Night[Intro: French Montana & Smokepurpp] +(Pooh, you a fool for this one) +Uh +Uh (Hitmaka) +(Sool, we got one, nigga) + +[Chorus: JT & Lil Durk] +I— I— I need a walk in a fame time, nigga +Pull off at the same time, nigga (Skrrt) +Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga +Ferrari my [?], nigga +Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga +He want the sex and I want the neck, I guess it's a date night, nigga (Uh) +I need a walk in a fame time, nigga +Pull off at the same time, nigga +Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga +Ferrari my [?], nigga +Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga +He want the sex and I want the neck, I guess it's a date night, nigga (Gang) + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +I know a bitch that caught two cases with me +That bitch ain't playin', no, tell 'em (That bitch ain't playin', no, tell 'em) +I fell asleep, 'bout to drink with a gun on my lap +Had to leave 'cause I told 'em I'm a felon +She say she don't suck dick too good no more +Said, "It's cool, lemme pull off my pants" (Let's get it) +And I pulled off when that bitch started beggin' +Just don't tweak when I feel like Melly +Got a lil' bitch scam for the [?] (Scam), cash credits wanna fix her nipple (Tryna fix her nipple) +She ain't scared, tryna cuff my pistol (Tryna cuff my pistol) +On the weed, she don't fuck with that crystal (Fuck with that crystal) +But them be the bitches I like (Yeah, yeah), all of my hoes mulatto (Yeah, yeah) +You know it ain't safe at night (Yeah, yeah), bitches be likin' Chicago (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Chorus: JT & French Montana & Lil Durk] +I— I— I need a walk in a fame time, nigga +Pull off at the same time, nigga (Skrrt) +Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga +Ferrari my [?], nigga +Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga +He want the sex and I want the neck, I guess it's a date night, nigga (Uh) +I need a walk in a fame time, nigga +Pull off at the same time, nigga +Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga +Ferrari my [?], nigga +Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga +He want the sex and I want the neck (Montana), I guess it's a date night, nigga (Ha) + +[Verse 2: French Montana] +Just hopped off of the jet, not the little steps +My dog call collect (Collect), eight hoes on a tech +[?], I'ma flex, twenty M the check +My dog, my partner and 'em, fly V's, we copped at them +All these keys ain't gobblin', all the heat we drive at them +AP's bought a AP's, silent go from the 80's +[?] rich, pour the AZ's, can't cough like KD +Ayy, ayy, [?] to a vet, I skip all the steps +[?] with the chef, factory Patek +Forty to Patek, dry up all the ink, moonwalk out the bank (Montana) +[Chorus: JT & Lil Durk] +I— I— I need a walk in a fame time, nigga +Pull off at the same time, nigga (Skrrt) +Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga +Ferrari my [?], nigga +Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga +He want the sex and I want the neck, I guess it's a date night, nigga (Uh) +I need a walk in a fame time, nigga +Pull off at the same time, nigga + +[Outro: JT] +I need a walk in a fame time, nigga +Pull off at the same time, niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +N/AN/AEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Project Babyy[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby] +I’m a real project baby (ah) +Man, i was f+cking with no condom +I was disrespecting my momma, i was going out with [?] +I’m a real project baby (yeah, yeah) +Street n+gga, too real with it +Certain sh+t, i gotta deal with it +Had a thirty eight with two sh+lls in it +I’m a real project baby +Sh+t, i cleaned up sh+t with no allowance +Washed up with mcdonald cups and i woke up to a syrup sandwich +I’m a real project baby +I love my gang, so f+ck another n+gga +I’m from the trenches where they fight murders with public [?] +I’m a real project baby + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Pick up a basketball or a Glock (aye, sh+t) +F+ck that sh+t, i picked up my mop +Picked it up cause’ i’m a gangster +Ain’t even know nothing about no opps +When my daddy took a l, ain’t know nothing my pops +I’m just tryna earn my stripеs +Ain’t even know nothing bout’ no slots +We turnеd to pill heads +My homie got out system early, i think he still fed +I use [?] when i’m too high, my sh+t was still red +I popped out for my graduation with a k!ll+tec +You gotta be jumped inside the gang to be a gangster +Career day ain’t bring n0body but a gangster +You turned your back on me today, i tell you, thank ya +Paramedics five minutes late, they can’t save you +Hanging with a rat for some cash, acting anxious +You sitting with him, can’t hang with me, that sh+t contagious +A lean car [?] a minimum wages +That sh+t crazy (sh+t contagious) +[Chorus: Lil Durk, Lil Baby & Both] +I’m a real project baby (ah) +Man, i was f+cking with no condom +I was disrespecting my momma, i was going out with [?] +I’m a real project baby (yeah, yeah) +Street n+gga, too real with it +Certain sh+t, i gotta deal with it +Had a thirty eight with two sh+lls in it +I’m a real project baby +Sh+t, i cleaned up sh+t with no allowance +Washed up with mcdonald cups and i woke up to a syrup sandwich +I’m a real project baby +I love my gang, so f+ck another n+gga +I’m from the trenches where they fight murders with public [?] +I’m a real project baby + +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +[?] i graduate +I rock vvs one, your sh+t saturated (uh) +No exaggeration, i get the money, i’m really the man in my city +Durk caught a case in my county, i told him to shift it +He got out before he could get it +Project baby, i’m not kodak +Handle business, n+ggas know that +I could stop you at your last picture, everything would be a throwback +Make em’ pull up where your hoe at +I sip sizzurp, ain’t no no [?] +Gotta blow em, i’ma blow it +Naked b+tches, i ignore em’ +Section eight, the top floor, biggest lil’ n+gga in georgia +B+tches want me to record them, show they friends that they in georgia +Ain’t tripping, baby cordial +Pretty women, they be gorgeous, lamborghini, i got choices +Baby really on some more sh+t +[?] racks on me now like i’m [?] but you know i’m from atlanta +Every other day a holiday, in my neighborhood, i’m the black santa +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby] +I’m a real project baby (ah) +Man, i was f+cking with no condom +I was disrespecting my momma, i was going out with [?] +I’m a real project baby (yeah, yeah) +Street n+gga, too real with it +Certain sh+t, i gotta deal with it +Had a thirty eight with two sh+lls in it +I’m a real project baby +Sh+t, i cleaned up sh+t with no allowance +Washed up with mcdonald cups and i woke up to a syrup sandwich +I’m a real project baby +I love my gang, so f+ck another n+gga +I’m from the trenches where they fight murders with public [?] +I’m a real project babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Local PoollThis lifestyle so fascinatin’ +Every day I’m buyin’ clothes just for a fashion statement +See the nigga you fuck with rap but me I actually made it +He shot the club up, 2010, he still incarcerated +Plus he cooperated +And you better get away from all them dog hoes +I be in the crib, smokin’ exotic, watchin’ Narcos +Had to send a real connect, your connect is really Carstone +Get head in the Benz truck, pull up, it’s like a car show +And when you buyin’ a lotta person watch them barcodes +I seen a nigga pull a hunnid cash from Wells Fargo +It was crushed pills in my water, gotta drink the particules +When I’m definitely off them drugs, I be antisocial too +Ask my brother how the bag Kobe he had to coach me through +I know too many niggas play with Fed made local news +Play with us, I’ma put some open wounds on top of open wounds +I was washin’ gun powders off from a local pool +Pumpin’ gas for pocket change, just to keep a bitch +My side hustle from my job, I was fightin’ piss +Fresh in my arm, keep my AP on to ice my wrist +You say you love me but press charges, that’s a dirty bitch +I broke her spine off that moon, she said that’s perky dick +You turn your head, your homie get you that’s how that money get +You ever had that feelin’ that you might OD off Percocets +I used to window shop DT, now I can purchase shit (Hmm) +I can make no niggas love me if they ain’t disbelief +You be so quick to jump at me but scared of the enemy +If you gon’ rap, just make that money, don’t try to be in the streets +Gotta order Uber Eats, we can’t go out to eat +You had that feelin’ in your stomach, you couldn’t go home to eat +He puttin’ the cover over the heater ’cause it’s too cold to sleep +When you can’t run, you gotta throw the bundle +I had the whole hood, geeked out, walk on Adrian Brundle +The whole hood’ll turn on you quick, if you just break a promise +Yeah you’s a goofy, you a lame, you green like iguanas +My chopper dance for real, for real, like NLE Choppa +You gotta watch out for them hoes, tryna pick your pockets +This weed shit got recommended +A hunnid K layin’ around, I had to invest in it +They made weed legal in Illinois, you need a car to get it +So many girls inside a Bundle niggas made it hard to hit it +Got my bitch so bougee, after me it’s gon be hard to hit it +Them lil’ boys can put in work, for all I care we got the city +And we though +My confession I got some head outside the Louis store +And I pour a four, woah, oh-oh +This money got me sayin’ “Oh, oh-oh” +I’m so lit I’m like “Oh, oh-oh” +My heart cold it’s like “Oh, oh, oh” +This money got me sayin’ “Oh, oh-oh” +I’m so lit I’m like “Oh, oh-oh” +My heart cold it’s like “Oh, oh, oh, oh +Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh”EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +2 Of Me[Verse] +Slept in the crib, in the trenches no cable (Cable) +I done pour mud had me feelin' like maple (Maple) +I done did shit for a nigga weren’t grateful (Grateful) +I done did shit for a hoe weren't able (Able) +I done seen my homie bitch cheat she unfaithful (Faithful) +Seen street niggas clean money with a label (Label) +I done seen a rich nigga ask for a favor (Favor) +I done seen a stripper hit her cable +Before I got a Rollie I done copped a Jacob +She went to All-Star Weekend no paper (Paper) +She know she good cause she fuck with a Laker (Laker) +She know she good cause she fuck with a- (Laker) +I done seen it all, I done seen a bad bitch still at the mall (Mall) +I done seen a rapper get stripped to his draws (Draws) +Suck my dick, gotta spit on my balls (Balls) +Fuck the police so we plotting no laws +I don't fuck with bitch who fuck with my dawg +Alexander McQueen let me get it in a small +Free my shortys I ain’t ducking no calls +Fuckin' with the niggas who down with the cause (Let's get it) +I was locked up, I had pull with the guards +Percocets only I ain't fuckin' with the bars +I'm from the streets, pull strings guitar +Where I'm from they don't make it this far +When you tell a grown nigga knew they hate you +I don’t say I love you cause I know I hate you +You’ll see how far my love will take you +I don't be around cause I know you fake +They gon’ support you they know you made it +Quando had told me I'm so amazing (Amazing) +I be so grateful I came from the basement (Basement) +So many doubted me I had to make it +I walked out the jewelry store with no security +My bitch she the shit she got no insecurity +She got some baguettes but she not into jewelry (Mmm, yeah) +If you don't support me, then don't say you cool with me +Don’t say you love me cause I know it's foolery +I got the tool with me (Pop, pop, pop) +[Outro] +I don't say I love you, cause I know I hate you +I don't be around cause I know you fakeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Preach (V2)[Intro] +Aye we lost so many niggas this year +(D-Diego) +Ohhhh, yeah +(Mally Mall) + +[Chorus] +I'm from the hood where the wolves at (Preach) +Roll up a Backwood and pull thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rebirth IntroRebirth IntroEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bussin*[Lyrics From Snippets] + +Fold them of the [?] of the pills they busdin +Million work for jewelry & I dare a nigga will touch me +Goofy's In the [?] better not call me they ain't fucking +Gang in this bitch we get to pushing & shoving +Goofy on the [?] they ain't nothing call them cluzing +Better talk this chain off with for the niggas you just touch it +So give me that get me that shit (Gang Gang) +Give me that Give me Give me that (Gang Gang) +Give Me that Give me Give me that (Gang Gang) +You lil basic ass, you got that shirt for a week +You lil stankin ass, you got taxes think your teen +Bitch I hate your ass, man I fuck my old hoes for I pay your ass +Bitch shake your ass +All thesе niggas in the club I be +All thesе niggas on my dick for the hoes lookin stupid +He a goofy, He a goofy, He a goofy, He a Goofy +He a shooter, He a shooter, He a shooter, He a shooter +In be staying in those [?] just for 10 days +City Girls sending bitches off to get their rent paid +Suck me up, I just took 2 pills that shit fuck me upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Polo Party[Intro] +Welcome to my Polo party +Welcome to my Polo party +Welcome to my Polo party +Let's go! + +[Verse] +Niggas know my city hot +Ralph Lauren fit me hot +Shawty wanta diddy bop +Told the bitch to give me twat +Keep my shot my nickel hot +Bands, bands, bands, bands +Got me feelin' like Big Sean +I make it rain, I go hard +Welcome to my polo party +Can they wear [?] +That's a no go shawty +Call me Polo shawty +More money more problems +Last niggas that's gossip +Real know who real is +Why these niggas fraudulent +East side, we ride +House parties [?] +2 twin Glock forties, pretend they [?] +All the [?] three high, all the [?] three high +Can't trust a bum bitch +Bum niggas see why +I can't liе, you go soft +I was cut from that [?] +Pussy nigga I'm a boss +You really win I never lost +RIP wе took a loss +Free the guys they took 'em all +Them [?] niggas beat the [?] +Got me ridin' out +Ridin' around and I'm gettin' it +Got me feelin' like I'm 2 Chainz +Cup of that Rosé got me ridin' around saying 2 names +Bad bitches on me, 'cause they like the way I do things +Money call [?] +Keep tellin' your girl yes +Three rolls in that [?] +Got the baddest bitches ready +Motivate the gang like Kelly +Austin Powers get in my belly +Tell that money get in my belly +Lean and syrup get in my belly +[?] cost of the chevy got the feds thinkin' I'm heavy +[Outro] +Welcome to my Polo party +Welcome to my Polo party +Welcome to my Polo party +Let's get itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Star Shopping[Verse] +Wait right here +I'll be back in the mornin' +I know that I'm not that important to you +But to me, girl, you're so much more than gorgeous (Yeah) +So much more than perfect (Yeah) +Right now I know that I'm not really worth it +If you give me time, I could work on it +Give me some time while I work on it +Losin' your patience, and, girl, I don't blame you +The Earth's in rotation, you're waitin' for me (Yeah) +Look at my face when I fuck on your waist +'Cause we only have one conversation a week +That's why your friends always hatin' on me +Fuck 'em though, I did this all by myself +Matter fact, I ain't never asked no one for help +And that's why I don't pick up my phone when it rings +None of my exes is over Lil Peep +Nobody flexin' as much as I be +That's why she text me and tell me she love me +She know that someday I'll be over the sea +Makin' my money and smokin' my weed +I think it's funny, she open up to me, get comfortable with me +Once I got it comin', I love her, she love me +I know that I'm nothing like someone her family want me to be +If I find a way, would you walk it with me? +Look at my face while you talkin' to me +'Cause we only have one conversation a week +Can I get one conversation at least? +Shout out to everyone makin' my beats, you helpin' me preach +This music's the only thing keepin' the peace when I'm fallin' to pieces +[Chorus] +Look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason +A reason to shine, a reason like mine and I'm fallin' to pieces +Look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason1.3KEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Save That Shit[Intro] +(Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Fuck my life, can't save that, girl +Don't tell me you could save that shit +All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit +You ain't gettin' nothin' that I'm sayin' +Don't tell me you is +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich (I can make you rich) +I can make you this, baby, I can make you that +I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back +Growing sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad +Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? + +[Refrain] +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich (I can make you rich) +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich + +[Chorus] +Fuck my life, can't save that, girl +Don't tell me you could save that shit +All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit +You ain't gettin' nothin' that I'm sayin' +Don't tell me you is +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich (Make you rich) +I can make you this, baby, I can make you that +I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back +Growing sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad +Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? +(Do I make you scared?) +[Bridge] +Down another lonely road, I go +Just another lonely road to home +I just wanna know, I just gotta know +Do you wanna glo? Baby, we could glo + +[Chorus] +Fuck my life, can't save that, girl +Don't tell me you could save that shit +All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit +You ain't gettin' nothin' that I'm sayin' +Don't tell me you is +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich (I can make you rich) +I can make you this, baby, I can make you that +I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back +Growing sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad +Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? + +[Outro] +Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? +Nothin' like them other mothafuckas' +I can make you rich (I can make you rich)249EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Benz Truck (Гелик)[Intro] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" +Always wanna fuck 'cause I just came up, yeah +(GothBoiClique) + +[Chorus] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" +Always wanna fuck 'cause I just came up +Drugs in my nose, good drugs in my cup + +[Verse] +I don't wanna wait now +But I know you gon' make me +Who you wanna hate now? +Pretty soon you gonna hate me (GothBoiClique) +Gettin' to the cake now +All the hate don't faze me +All the money that I make now +I'll never let it change me +I don't wanna wait now +But I know you gon' make me +Who you wanna hate now? +Pretty soon you gonna hate me +Gettin' to the cake now +All the hate don't faze me +All the money that I make now +I'll never let it change me +[Chorus] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" +Always wanna fuck 'cause I just came up +Drugs in my nose, good drugs in my cup + +[Outro] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick184EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​beamer boy[Intro] +Man, I don't know what the fuck goin' on lately, bro, but +Everybody actin' real different and shit +Ain't nobody, nobody was talkin' to me like a few months ago +And now everybody hittin' my phone up and shit + +[Verse] +I'm a mothafuckin' Schema' boy, I'm a dreamer boy +I love a girl that don't even fuckin' need a boy +Baby, I'm a beamer boy, I need a beamer, boy +I want a Z3, that's a two-seater, boy +Okay, I pull my cash out, shawty pass out +Take her ass out, then I spaz out +Okay, yeah, I hit that, shawty, get back +I got death notes, where my list at? +Yeah, I'm in my zone now, I put my phone down +I'm on my own now, I'm on my own now +Ya girl, she wanna go down on a real one +I hit JGRXXN, like "What's the deal bruh?" +You see me doin' shows now, I'm a pro now +I got hoes now and I got some dough now +But they don't wanna hear that, they want that real shit +They want that "drug talk," that "I can't feel shit" +I'm never comin' home now, all alone now +Can't let my bros down, can't let my bros down +I feel like I'm a no one, that's what they told me +I'ma show ya, baby, I was chosen, ayy +[Verse] +I'm a mothafuckin' Schema' boy, I'm a dreamer boy +I love a girl that don't even fuckin' need a boy +Baby, I'm a beamer boy, I need a beamer, boy +I want a Z3, that's a two-seater, boy +Okay, I pull my cash out, shawty pass out +Take her ass out, then I spaz out +Okay, yeah, I hit that, shawty, get back +I got death notes, where my list at? +Yeah, I'm in my zone now, I put my phone down +I'm on my own now, I'm on my own now +Ya girl, she wanna go down on a real one +I hit JGRXXN, like "What's the deal bruh?" +You see me doin' shows now, I'm a pro now +I got hoes now and I got some dough now +But they don't wanna hear that, they want that real shit +They want that "drug talk," that "I can't feel shit" +I'm never comin' home now, all alone now +Can't let my bros down, can't let my bros down +I feel like I'm a no one, that's what they told me +I'ma show ya, baby, I was chosen, ayy + +[Outro] +Beamer boy140EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Awful Things[Intro: Lil Peep] +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you do that +Helps me get through this without you + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you do that +Helps me get through this without you +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you move that on me +Love it when you do that on me + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +You like attention, I find it obvious +She makes it obvious for me +She feels the tension +It's just the two of us, it's just the two of us, tonight +Burn me down 'til I'm nothin' but memories +I get it, girl (I get it, girl) +I get it, girl +Burn me down 'til I'm nothin' but memories +I get it, girl (I get it, girl) +I'm not the one + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you do that +Helps me get through this without you +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you move that on me +Love it when you do that on me +[Verse 2: Lil Tracy] +Don't you turn your back on me +Let your teardrops fall on me +Speeding away, the city in the rearview +Heart racing whenever I'm near you +GothBoi jumpin' off stage +Carry me away, carry me away +Burn me down till there's nothing left +I would scream your name with my last breath +Take off your favorite dress +Lay your head on my chest +Diamonds, rubies, and gems +You can have all of them + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you do that +Helps me get through this without you +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you move that on me +Love it when you do that on me150EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​crybaby[Intro: Nedarb] +Skedda! + +[Verse] +She said I'm a crybaby, I can't be up lately +Girl, you drive me crazy, AMG Mercedes +Speedin' down the highway, lookin' at the street lights +Geekin' on a Friday, I can never sleep right +Knowin' I hurt you, I don't deserve you +I shoulda curved you, I know I'm the worst, boo +But I could be cool too, and you got them dance moves +And I got this vibe, I swear it's perfect to ride to +I wanna die too, we all wanna die too +I got this vibe, I swear she love gettin' high too +I love gettin' high too, I wanna hide you +How did I find you? I'll be inside, I'm makin' music to cry to + +[Chorus] +Oh, it's a lonely world, I know +Gon' get a lonely girl, that's fo' sho' +Oh, I'm a lonely boy, she made a lonely boy, yeah, I know +Oh, it's a lonely world, I know +Gon' get a lonely girl, that's fo' sho' +Oh, I'm a lonely boy, she made a lonely boy, yeah, I know + +[Verse] +She said I'm a crybaby, I can't be up lately +Girl, you drive me crazy, AMG Mercedes +Speedin' down the highway, lookin' at the street lights +Geekin' on a Friday, I can never sleep right +Knowin' I hurt you, I don't deserve you +I shoulda curved you, I know I'm the worst, boo +But I could be cool too, and you got them dance moves +And I got this vibe, I swear it's perfect to ride to +I wanna die too, we all wanna die too +I got this vibe, I swear she love gettin' high too +I love gettin' high too, I wanna hide you +How did I find you? I'll be inside, I'm makin' music to cry to +[Chorus] +Oh, it's a lonely world, I know +Gon' get a lonely girl, that's fo' sho' +Oh, I'm a lonely boy, she made a lonely boy, yeah, I know +Oh, it's a lonely world, I know +Gon' get a lonely girl, that's fo' sho' +Oh, I'm a lonely boy, she made a lonely boy, yeah, I know106EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​the way i see things[Verse] +I got a feelin' that I'm not gonna be here for next year +So, let's laugh a little before I'm gone +I’ve been dreamin' of this shit for a while now +Got me high now +She don't love me, but she's singin' my songs (Oh, no) +I don't feel much pain +Got a knife in my back, and a bullet in my brain +I’m clinically insane +Walkin' home alone, I see faces in the rain +Where did all the time go? +Spend it gettin' high while I hide from the 5-0 +Where did all the lines go? +Now, I'm so high, I be fuckin' with my eyes closed +She don't fuck with me no more, I'm on her mind though +Come and fuck me in the mornin' with the blinds closed +I can show you everything I learned +While you were away from me + +[Chorus] +Runnin' away from me, but I'm not givin' up on you +It's just the way I be +It's just the way I see things +Take her away from me, but I'm not givin' up on you, no +It's just the way I be +It's just the way I see things157EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​hellboy[Intro] +Can this be him? +The one I have waited centuries to see? +How strange +So far from his path that I barely see the promise of glory +Can this be him, this Hellboy? + +[Chorus] +You don't even know what I've been through (I've been through) +You don't gotta like me, ya bitch do (Ya bitch do) +Blowin' up my phone like, "I miss you." (I miss you) +You know I love you by the way that I kiss you +You don't even know what I've been through (I've been through) +You don't gotta like me, ya bitch do (Ya bitch do) +Blowin' up my phone like, "I miss you." (I miss you) +You know I love you by the way that I kiss you + +[Verse] +Leave me to bleed, I know I got you on your knees +But something keeps on tellin' me +It keeps on tellin' me +"Peep, leave it alone, I'm good on my own." +Mama miss me at home, but I'm good on my own +Baby, I'm cold, back on the road +Show after show, fuckin' ho' after ho' +I swear it gets so lonely sometimes +Please, just hold me one time +Fuck these hoes and fuck life +I've been waitin' here all damn night +Not one call or text from you (Yeah, ayy) +You're the same as my ex, fuck you (Damn, ayy) +Bitch +[Chorus] +You don't even know what I've been through (I've been through) +You don't gotta like me, ya bitch do (Ya bitch do) +Blowin' up my phone like, "I miss you." (I miss you) +You know I love you by the way that I kiss you +You don't even know what I've been through (I've been through) +You don't gotta like me, ya bitch do (Ya bitch do) +Blowin' up my phone like, "I miss you." (I miss you) +You know I love you by the way that I kiss you161EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​nuts[Verse 1: lil skil] +I can see it in your eyes, that you wanna get out +I can see it in your eyes, that you need it right now +That you need it right now +That you wanna get out +That you need it right now +That you wanna get out + +[Chorus: lil skil & Lil Peep] +Yeah, I just wanna hear the sound +Drive our Camaros out of town +Baby, we could leave right now (Woah) +Yeah, I just wanna feel alive +Baby take your time +Smokin' on this loud (Woah) + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Girl, you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch +One kiss, then we fuckin', I just can't get enough +Put it on me, that's the best part, baby, the trust +Trust me, I got nothin' for you other than love +I remember eatin' pussy on the back of the bus +I remember gettin' nookie 'til the Sun came up +All the places that you took me, no one came with us +Same hoes overlook me, now they on my, nuts62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​The Brightside[Verse] +I know that you want me, you know that I want you +The memories haunt me, I know that they haunt you too +But it's alright, you'll be fine +Baby, it's alright, you'll be fine +As long as you're mine, take a look at the time +It gets cold at night, when you're alone outside +But it's fine, I'll be fine +Pay me no mind, girl, pay me no mind + +[Pre-Chorus] +Just look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Just look at the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +I gotta look at the bright side (Look at the bright side) +I guess she wasn't the one, right, this isn't what love's like, that's for sure + +[Chorus] +Help me find a way to pass the time (To pass the time) +Everybody tellin' me life's short, but I wanna die (I wanna die) +Help me find a way to make you mine (Make you mine) +Everybody tellin' me not to, but I'm gonna try +Now I'm gettin' high again, tonight + +[Verse] +I know that you want me, you know that I want you +The memories haunt me, I know that they haunt you too +But it's alright, you'll be fine +Baby, it's alright, you'll be fine +As long as you're mine, take a look at the time +It gets cold at night, when you're alone outside +But it's fine, I'll be fine +Pay me no mind, girl, pay me no mind +[Pre-Chorus] +Just look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Just look at the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +I gotta look at the bright side (Look at the bright side) +I guess she wasn't the one, right, this isn't what love's like, that's for sure + +[Chorus] +Help me find a way to pass the time (To pass the time) +Everybody tellin' me life's short, but I wanna die (I wanna die) +Help me find a way to make you mine (Make you mine) +Everybody tellin' me not to, but I'm gonna try +Now I'm gettin' high again, tonight + +[Outro] +Just look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Just look at the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +Just look at the nightlife (Just look at the nightlife) +Watchin' the sunrise by my side +We gotta look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Rollin' under the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +I gotta look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +I guess she wasn't the one, right +This isn't what love's like +That's for sure90EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life is Beautiful[Verse 1] +I know that it hurts sometimes, but it's beautiful +Working every day, now you're bleeding through your cuticles +Passing through a portal as you're sittin' in your cubicle +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Tryin' to keep your cool at your grandfather's funeral +Finding out eventually the feeling wasn't mutual +You were not invited 'cause you're nothing like the usual +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +You wanna see your friends, but you're stuck inside a hospital +Doctor walks in and he tells you that it's terminal +Tumor in your brain and they're sayin' it's inoperable +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +They'll kill your little brother and they'll tell you he's a criminal +They'll fucking kill you too, so you better not get physical +Welcome to America, the type of shit is typical +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful + +[Verse 2] +Wake up in the morning, now you doing the impossible +Find out what's important, now you're feeling philosophical +When I die, I'll pack my bags, move somewhere more affordable +Isn't life horrible? I think that life is horrible +You think she's adorable, she thinks that you're intolerable +You think you can do it, but your chances are improbable +Once you feel unstoppable, you run into an obstacle +Isn't life comical? I think that life is comical +[Verse 3] +And if you ever need a friend then you got me +And in the end, when I die, would you watch me? +And if I try suicide, would you stop me? +Would you help me get a grip or would you drop me? +Run away, make friends with the moon +Why you trippin'? You'll be with your friends soon +There comes a time when everybody meets the same fate +I think I'ma die alone inside my room + +[Outro] +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful169EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +U SaidPart 1: Poppin' Pills Thinkin' 'Bout U + +[Intro: Lil Peep] +Yeah +Yeah, ayy +Ayy + +[Chorus] +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills, thinkin' about you (Thinkin' about you) +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills, thinkin' about you + +[Bridge] +I wish I didn't have a heart to love you +(I wish I didn't have a heart to love you) +I wish I didn't play a part to break you +(I wish I didn't play a part to break you) +I wish I didn't do a lot of the shit I do +(The shit I do) +And I wish you didn't too +[Chorus] +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills, thinkin' about you + +[Bridge] +I wish I didn't have a heart to love you +(I wish I didn't have a heart to love you) +I wish I didn't play a part to break you +(I wish I didn't play a part to break you) +I wish I didn't do a lot of the shit I do +(The shit I do) +And I wish you didn't too +Tell me that you hate me +(I just wanna hear that) + +Part 2: Sometimes Life Gets Fucked Up + +[Chorus] +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (We get fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (Fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs +[Verse] +That we used to do +I was used to you (I was used to you) +"What have you been through?" +She asked me +Every fuckin' kind of abuse +If you love me too +You would give me you (Give me you) +Lock me in your room +Don't tell me the truth +Everything you said (Everything you said) +Stays inside my head (Stays inside my head) +All the shit you said +All the blood I bled + +[Chorus] +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (We get fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (Fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs72EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gym Class[Intro] +Huh + +[Verse 1] +Whip it like a Nascar, I can see the time pass +Feel like I'm in high school, fuckin' me in gym class +Shawty, I remember that, I know you remember that +You was fuckin' with me way before I even wrote raps +Now I'm seein' cash flow, I can be an asshole, yeah, I know +But it's all good 'cause I let her spend my money, though +Playboy bunny, though, shawty look like a pornstar +I know she love me 'cause she fuck me in her sports car +I pull up on her, tell her that we finna go far +Drop top, smokin' thrax, lookin' at the stars +Gettin' high, takin' bars 'til we on Mars +I can make the ground move like I'm Avatar +Now I'm faded on my own in my bedroom +Now I'm lookin' at my phone, should I text you? +I just wanna sex you, I just wanna bless you +Baby, I'm a priest in the underworld, guess who +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new flow, too +Lookin' at my teeth like you never seen a gold tooth +Never in the streets, 'cause I never leave my home +If you wanna live a dream I ain't comin', bitch, I told you + +[Instrumental Break] +[Verse 2] +Whip it like a Nascar, I can see the time pass +Feel like I'm in high school, fuckin' me in gym class +Shawty, I remember that, I know you remember that +You was fuckin' with me way before I even wrote raps +Now I'm seein' cash flow, I can be an asshole, yeah, I know +But it's all good 'cause I let her spend my money, though +Playboy bunny, though, shawty look like a pornstar +I know she love me 'cause she fuck me in her sports car +I pull up on her, tell her that we finna go far +Drop top, smokin' thrax, lookin' at the stars +Gettin' high, takin' bars 'til we on Mars +I can make the ground move like I'm Avatar +Now I'm faded on my own in my bedroom +Now I'm lookin' at my phone, should I text you? +I just wanna sex you, I just wanna bless you +Baby, I'm a priest in the underworld, guess who +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new flow, too +Lookin' at my teeth like you never seen a gold tooth +Never in the streets, 'cause I never leave my home +If you wanna live a dream I ain't comin', bitch, I—130EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​teen romance[Chorus] +I met her by chance +I said, "I really like your pants" +I know you got a man +Gimme your hand (Fuck it) +Teen romance +Gimme this dance +Yeah, I took a Xan (Yeah) +I hope you understand (She don't) +Let me guide you +To a place where +No one hurts you +You are safe here with me (With me, with me) + +[Chorus] +I met her by chance +I said, "I really like your pants" +I know you got a man +Gimme your hand (Fuck it) +Teen romance +Gimme this dance +Yeah, I took a Xan (Yeah) +I hope you understand (She don't) +Let me guide you +To a place where +No one hurts you +You are safe here with me66EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​right here[Intro] +Love you, Chris + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Baby, how you doing? I know you're not doing the best, but I'm here, I'll always be here +Tell me if you need me and call me if you feelin alone 'cause I'm here, I'm always right here +Tell me that I'm dumb, I love to get numb, I know that I'm young, but I'm still right here +I don't give a fuck, I love who I love and girl you're that one, so I'll wait right here (GothBoiClique) +Baby, how you doing? I know you're not doing the best but I'm here, I'll always be here +Tell me if you need me and call me if you feelin alone 'cause I'm here, I'm always right here +Tell me that I'm dumb, I love to get numb, I know that I'm young but I'm still right here +I don't give a fuck, I love who I love and girl you're that one so I'll wait right here + +[Verse: Horse Head] +Baby, I'm leaving, I'm not taking anything but you +Picture us escaping, in the background of the photo +I see you, I remember the time +I remember hearts sewn together with twine +Just remember that I am still right here +And if you doubt me that's just fine, and when it comes clear +I will be waiting right here, just tell me if you need me +And I will meet you right there + +[Outro] +GothBoiClique67EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​praying to the sky[Intro] +Nah + +[Chorus] +You know it's fucked when the pain feel nice +Cheap liquor on ice (Yeah), nice +I'm tryna get you out my head tonight (Tonight) +I'm tryna get you out my fuckin' life (Fuckin' life, right) +Then we fucked, then she sucked me off twice +Then I left that bitch alone like I was right, fuckin' right (Wrong) +In your thong, smokin' strong outta bong +What the fuck, and I'm tryna make this song (Hey, uh, hey) +Young white prick, I get a kick out hittin' licks +Watch how I kick out yo bitch, just so I could cut my wrist +Bitch, I'm tatted out my shirt, so I can't work, I make it flip +Pour my 40 in the dirt, then light my dutch and take a sip +I hear voices in my head, they tellin' me to call it quits +I found some Xanax in my bed, I took that shit, went back to sleep +They gon' miss me when I'm dead, I lay my head and rest in peace +I'm prayin' to the sky, I don't even know why, ayy + +[Verse] +Oh, I don't think I can take this anymore +No, washin' the blood from my wrist on the floor +Oh, fuck, what you talkin' 'bout? My shit is dope +Play this shit when they put me in a hole +For eternity, so they can reap what they sow (Shit) +Oh, I don't think I can do nothin' but flow +No, I don't know what she be fuckin' me for +Oh, I don't know why you in love with me, ho +I keep them felonies up in my coat +Up in the zone, I'm all on my own +[Chorus] +You know it's fucked when the pain feel nice +Cheap liquor on ice (Yeah), nice +I'm tryna get you out my head tonight (Tonight) +I'm tryna get you out my fuckin' life (Fuckin' life, right) +Then we fucked, then she sucked me off twice +Then I left that bitch alone like I was right, fuckin' right (Wrong) +In your thong, smokin' strong outta bong +What the fuck, and I'm tryna make this song (Hey, uh, hey) +Young white prick, I get a kick out hittin' licks +Watch how I kick out yo bitch, just so I could cut my wrist +Bitch, I'm tatted out my shirt, so I can't work, I make it flip +Pour my 40 in the dirt, then light my dutch and take a sip +I hear voices in my head, they tellin' me to call it quits +I found some Xanax in my bed, I took that shit, went back to sleep +They gon' miss me when I'm dead, I lay my head and rest in peace +I'm prayin' to the sky, I don't even know why, ayy74EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​lil jeep[Chorus] +I remember when you used to hold my hand +Now you actin' like a ghost, girl +Live forever with a smile stuck on your face +You think he know you, but I know you the most, girl +You will never find another one just like me +Long nights, gettin' high on the coast, girl +Two weeks and I still got the same old jeans on +Never got a girl when I need one + +[Post-Chorus] +I see your face when I look out the window +I think about her every time that I sniff blow +If you love me, hit me up on the flip phone (Yeah, prr) +I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know + +[Bridge] +I don't think that my bitch know +I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know +I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know +I'm dyin', yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +I remember when you used to hold my hand +Now you actin' like a ghost, girl +Live forever with a smile stuck on your face +You think he know you, but I know you the most, girl +You will never find another one just like me +Long nights, gettin' high on the coast, girl +Two weeks and I still got the same old jeans on +Never got a girl when I need one +[Post-Chorus] +I see your face when I look out the window +I think about her every time that I sniff blow +If you love me, hit me up on the flip phone (Yeah, prr) +I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know + +[Outro] +I don't think that my bitch know +I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know +I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know +I'm dyin', yeah, ayy73EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​​​​haunt u[Intro] +Oh, I love you, my dear +But I'm goin', I'm gone + +[Verse] +My time is here and I'm makin' it clear +Oh, I love you, my dear +But I'm goin', I'm gone +I might come back when the Benz all black +Ten racks on my lap +If I don't relapse and I stay strong +I could do anything I want to +Bump Lil Peep, when I die, I'ma haunt you +I could live forever if I want to +I could stop time, but I never wanna do that again +Nothin' worse than losin' a friend +And the feelin' you get when everybody that you love ain't around +I really gotta get away from this town +I'm just waitin' for a wave and I'll drown +Satan letting me down +I just wanna help you see, you should run away from me +Baby, I'm a drug and I don't wanna hurt you +No, I'm not gonna hurt you, girl, not at all +I ain't gonna set you free, all you gonna get from me +Little bit of love and a little virtue +If I hurt you, I'll end it all92EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +16 Lines[Intro] +16 lines- +Of blow and I'm fine +You're wastin' your time, wastin' your time +Please don't cry + +[Chorus] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine + +[Verse] +I been on my own for two nights +I been in my zone, I've been high +Now she wonder why do I lie +I can't tell my wrongs from my rights +[Bridge] +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (I hate it when you fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Girl, I know you hear me) +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (Fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Hear me) + +[Chorus] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine + +[Outro] +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (I hate it when you fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Hear me)99EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​absolute in doubt[Intro: Wicca Phase Springs Eternal] +Runnin' up that hill, you pushin' me back +Wish that I can make you want it bad +I don't need it though +(I don't need it though) + +[Verse 1: Wicca Phase Springs Eternal] +Sometimes you make me wait and make it like a plan +Wish that you could help me understand +Why? 'Cause I don't know (I don't know, I don't know) +Sometimes I feel that weight, I hold that in my chest +Sometimes I hold it back, other times I'm blessed +Other times I want more, you put me in debt +I want you like Zoloft +Wanna be like so inside, wanna be like +For me want you to be more into it than this +For me I want more than you seem to wanna give +I see passion in the way you turn your back +Money and the ice, I put upon your wrist +There's a silhouette inside, a lucid dream +I project myself on you, then back to me +There's a reason that she doesn't call me back +It is the way, it is the way it really seems +There's a vision of an altar now, me and the one +Some passin' on and out +(And out, and out) +[Break: Wicca Phase Springs Eternal & Lil Peep] +It wasn't somethin' that I thought about +But, knew that you were absolute in doubt + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +It wasn’t somethin' that I thought about +But knew that you were absolute in doubt +I just really wanna talk to you again +That’s how I know that I'ma haunt you in the end +It wasn’t somethin' ‘til you brought it up +I knew that you were tryna make it out +Without a single scar, clawin' at my heart +I saw you in his car, swear I knew it from the start +Bring me down, it’s not that easy +Lay me down, just please don't leave me +I remember you were climbin' on top of me +Why you actin' like you fuckin' forgot me? +I’ve been dreamin' about a place out in Hollywood +Tell my mama that I’m movin' to Hollywood + +[Outro: Lil Peep] +Bring me down, it's not that easy +Lay me down, just please don't leave me +Bring me down, it's not that easy +Lay me down, just please don't leave me +It wasn’t somethin' that I thought about +But, knew that you were absolute in doubt +I just really wanna talk to you again +That’s how I know that I'ma haunt you in the end67EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Better Off (Dying)[Chorus] +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dying +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dyin' + +[Post-Chorus] +Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it + +[Verse] +I ain't gonna make it +But, I love it when you fake, yeah +Got her little heart in my hand +And I don't wanna break it +I ain't gonna make it +But, I love it when you fake, yeah +Got her little heart in my hand +And I don't wanna break it +[Chorus] +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dying +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dyin' + +[Outro] +Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +I ain't gonna make it +But, I love it when you fake, yeah +Got her little heart in my hand +And I don't wanna break it60EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​feelz ♡[Intro] +(Cowabunga, dude!) + +[Chorus] +I love you to the summer and back, it's not the winter +But you've frozen my heart, and got me warmin' up my liver +I would never put a knife in your back, the love I give her +Is kinda creepy, but fuck it, she orders and I deliver +I could never leave you alone, my little mama +Is mad at me at the moment, know she's such a prima-donna +Wherever you are is my home, you know I mean it +They say home is where the heart is +You're the reason mine is beatin' + +[Verse] +I will always be here for you, and when I'm dyin' +I pray to a higher power, next to you is where I'm lyin' +Would you fuck me right on the floor? I'm feelin' naughty +I wish to explore your features, secrets hidden in your body +I been feelin' like I don't have a choice, my only option +Watchin' me through the window as I whip up this concoction +Don't you ever take your life out of mine, I'll fuckin' kill you +Take you out to the bayou in the cabin with the mildew +And I'll leave you there for someone to find, my little angel +In your deepest darkest corners and I'm lovin' every angle +Baby, you got no where to hide, I'm comin' for you +Your parents could never fathom the levels to I adore you +It's like Palestine up inside my mind, a deadly war zone +Quakin' inside my boots as you waken my every hormone +I'll give you everything I've got till I'm gone, and that's a promise +Unless you didn't want it then for you I'd be dishonest +[Chorus] +I love you to the summer and back, it's not the winter +But you've frozen my heart, and got me warmin' up my liver +I would never put a knife in your back, the love I give her +Is kinda creepy, but fuck it, she orders and I deliver +I could never leave you alone, my little mama +Is mad at me at the moment, know she's such a prima-donna +Wherever you are is my home, you know I mean it +They say home is where the heart is +You're the reason mine is beatin'65EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​​girls[Intro: Lil Peep] +Girls +Girls, make me drink +Girls, make me think +Girls, like it on my dick +Now girls, girls, uh +Girl (Yeah) +Beat Fiends + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Girls +Girls, make me drink +Girls, make me think +Girls, like it on my dick +Now girls +They try to get me mad +I try to make them sad +So they fall in love with me, yeah, girls +I can read 'em like a book +Couple minutes that it took just to get her in my room +Goddamn, she said I'm the man +Girl, I'm still a kid gettin' money like your dad +Aw, girl, uh, uh +Girl, uh, uh +Girl, uh (Uh) +Yeah, ayy +Girls +Girls, make me drink +Girls, make me think +Girls, like it on my dick +Now girls +They try to get me mad +I try to make them sad +So they fall in love with me, yeah, girls +I can read 'em like a book +Couple minutes that it took just to get her in my room +Goddamn, she said I'm the man +Girl, I'm still a kid gettin' money like your dad +Aw, girl, uh, uh +Girl, uh, uh (Aw) +Gir-ir-ir-ir-ir-il, ouh, yeah +Girl +[Verse 2: Horse Head] +From the top +I'm not gonna worry about last night again +You just wanna see me fall again +That's alright, I know you'll be back again for the last time +You know my pain and you know my life +You are the dark and you are the light +I steal the look when you're not with me +I wrote the book on feeling empty +Why did I ever take a chance on you? +I made you feel empty like the drugs that you do +You told me that you love me, that's not easy to do +But girl, don't tell me that you love me if you're just gonna leave +Don't tell me that you love me, it means nothing to me +No, no + +[Outro] +Beat Fiends58EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kiss[Intro] +Spoken words were meant to last, but the picture faded fast +The words "I love you" meant so much, now not even your lips can I touch +I'll cry for another eyesore and think about our first kiss by the tree and how it meant so much to— + +[Verse 1] +Nobody knows the me that you do +Gonna take some getting used to +And I think I'm getting through to you +But, all that shit I put you through ain't right +And I know that I'm barely ever home +But I think of you on the road +You know, I think of you on blow +It's me, Lil Jeep, she don't keep not a memory of me +I'm a creep, I'm a freak +That's why nobody's friends with me +I used to wait in my room for a single sign from you +Said "I hate you" 'cause I knew that you would never love me too +[Instrumental Break] + +[Interlude] +Ya got one more chance at a night like this (Yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus] +One more chance, baby, gimme a kiss +Ya got one more chance at a night like this +You could hold my hand in the back of the whip +But saw the plug at the club, came back with a brick +One more chance, baby, gimme a kiss +Ya got one more chance at a night like this +You could hold my hand in the back of the whip +But saw the plug at the club, came back with a brick +[Verse 2] +And that's real shit (Real), we keep it real, bitch (Real) +I'm a goth boy, kinda like my whole clique +You a bad one (True), we should have fun +Let's fuck in the all-black Benz truck (Skrrr, skrr) +Six racks on (Peep), six packs gone (Sheesh) +I'm a bad boy, we ain't gonna last long (Nah) +I could make you (Damn), I could break you (Yeah) +Baby, think of all the places I can take you + +[Bridge] +What's your age, boo? I'm a jit still +I'ma die young, I'ma get killed +What's your age, boo? I'm a jit still +I'ma die young, baby, I'ma get killed, aye + +[Chorus] +One more chance, baby, gimme a kiss +Ya got one more chance at a night like this +You could hold my hand in the back of the whip +But saw the plug at the club, came back with a brick +One more chance, baby, gimme a kiss +Ya got one more chance at a night like this +You could hold my hand in the back of the whip +But saw the plug at the club, came back with a brick74EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​white tee[Intro: Lil Peep] +Yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true +Now I know it's not you, 50 on my boxers +Bitch, I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy +I'll make it look easy, believe me, we gucci (Free Gucci) +Young punk bitch fuckin' on a young bitch (Yah, yah) +Fell in love when she saw me in the club, bitch +Young punk bitch fuckin' on a drunk bitch (Yah, yah) +Shawty fell in love, now she doin' all my drugs, Yung Bruh + +[Refrain: Lil Tracy] +Standin' in the club, like, lil' mama in my eyesight (Yeah, my eyesight) +She goin' home with me tonight, we connect like WiFi (WiFi) +Yayo on the table, Gucci on my waist, too (Yayo) +Got my switchblade, tonight you'll be safe + +[Verse: Lil Tracy] +Gemstone switchblade and I will pull it out (Gemstones) +This club goin' up, baby, will you hold me down? (Will you hold me down?) +Hella ice on my wrists, he thought my wrists sprained +I'm in your driveway, baby, let's skrrt away (Skrr, skrr, skrr) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true +Now I know it's not you, 50 on my boxers +Bitch, I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy +I'll make it look easy, believe me, we gucci (Free Gucci) +Young punk bitch fuckin' on a young bitch (Yah, yah) +Fell in love when she saw me in the club, bitch +Young punk bitch fuckin' on a drunk bitch (Yah, yah) +Shawty fell in love, now she doin' all my drugs, Yung Bruh +[Refrain: Lil Tracy] +Standin' in the club, like, lil' mama in my eyesight (Yeah, my eyesight) +She goin' home with me tonight, we connect like WiFi (WiFi) +Yayo on the table, Gucci on my waist, too (Yayo) +Got my switchblade, tonight you'll be safe54EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Avoid[Verse 1: WICCA PHASE SPRINGS ETERNAL & DØVES] +You'll only see us in the back +GothBoiClique, all black +I knew love once, it's hard to forget +I thought of you and nights spent +When I'm backed against the wall +I thought of her and highly +'Cause she answered when I called +I want her to wanna hurt me +And I miss 2013 love songs +And I'm so lost, under club lights +In the all black, GothBoiClique + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +GothBoi, I'm the one you can't avoid +No choice, baby, I be makin' noise +GothBoi, I'm the one you can't avoid +No choice, no choice +Lookin' for you in the back of the club +Lookin' for her in the back of the club, fucked up +Everybody know I numb it with the drugs +Everybody know I numb it with the drugs + +[Verse 2: WICCA PHASE SPRINGS ETERNAL & DØVES] +Fucked up in the back of the club +Cast a sigil in the back of the club +I got scars on me, no love +Light a candle and I pray for Døves +And you're fadin' away, like the pill under my tongue +We seriously never even touched, it sucks +I'ma put your name in my skin, mix the ink in my blood +It's so fucked +So tell me what is love +If I ever had it, if I ever had it +Did I really want it? +And why can't I remember? +I cannot remember +I took the black two-seater when you pushed me away +Into the dark, I only want what's best for you, baby +I reach out to you, but slowly +If there's passion there, then show me +Fast, hard +It's a slow drug +And I swear that +But it's true love +These are true lines +[Verse 3: DØVES] +Saw you in the back of the club again +And we just started textin' again +And now you sendin' pictures to my phone, like I just can't resist +I'm tryin' not to let you feel missed (Tryin' so hard) +And now we're in the bar, like 6 PM +And now we took a bottle to your bed +Listenin' to Slowdive, eyes like so-so red +And I can't stop starin' at the back of your neck +And you think you can make me love again +I swear that I will never feel a thing +Hollow shell, quiet hell, but you're so into me +Screamin', "Why don't you love me back?!" +'Cause it's GothBoiClique, 'til my lungs collapse + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +GothBoi, I'm the one you can't avoid +No choice, baby, I be makin' noise +GothBoi, I'm the one you can't avoid +No choice, no choice +Lookin' for you in the back of the club +Lookin' for her in the back of the club, fucked up +Everybody know I numb it with the drugs +Everybody know I numb it with the drugs48EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Broken Smile (My All)[Intro] +I gotta go right now, that's all +Nothing to it, don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all +I gotta go right now, that's all +Nothing to it, don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all + +[Chorus] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong + +[Verse] +One more chance to give and that's all I have +All I have left in my heart +I've been through enough to know +When you're sad and we're far apart +[Bridge] +Give me some time and I'ma make you mine again (Yeah) +Give me a line so I can write you a line again (Yeah) +Give me some time and I'ma make you mine again (Yeah) +Give me a line so I can write you a line again (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong + +[Outro] +One more chance to give and that's all I have, all I have +She was the one with the broken smile +She was the one that was worth my time87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​suck my blood[Intro] +You let me down just like my drug +Ayy, call my plug (Prrt) + +[Chorus] +Lookin' at the ground while she suck my blood (Blood) +Baby, let me down just like my drug (Drug) +I can see a frown when I call my plug +I ain't off that brown but I love my mud +Lookin' at the ground while she suck my blood (Uhh) +Oh, baby, let me down just like my drug (Drug) +I can see a frown when I call my plug +I ain't off that brown but I love my mud +And she don't know shit 'bout me +And she ain't gettin' nothin' but some dick out me +She be in the club, without me +But that's okay, she always pick out me + +[Verse] +I be in The Bay, I be in LA +I be on stage, bitches kissin' on my face +What I'm tryna say +Let's take it by the day +I'm the one you want, not the one you tryna save +I got a broken heart, you were like a blade +Tearing me apart, but I kinda like the pain +She like it when it rain +She like that I'm insane +I like it that she gay +She like me for my brain +Lil Bo Peep +[Chorus] +Lookin' at the ground while she suck my blood (Uhh) +Baby, let me down just like my drug (Drug) +I can see a frown when I call my plug +I ain't off that brown but I love my mud +And she don't know shit 'bout me +And she ain't gettin' nothin', but some dick out me +She be in the club, without me +But that's okay, she always pick out me41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​nineteen[Intro] +Yeah, I don't wanna do you like that +Why you gotta do me like that? +'Cause I got face tats and my boots black +I don't wanna go to school, I'on like that +Everybody think I'm cool, I'on like that +Codeine by the pool while I write raps +Spend money like a fool, I'ma make it back + +[Chorus] +I don't wanna lose you +I don't wanna hate you +I don't wanna do you like that +Why you gotta do me like that? +'Cause I got face tats and my boots black +I don't wanna go to school, I'on like that +Everybody think I'm cool, I'on like that +Codeine by the pool while I write raps +Spend money like a fool, I'ma make it back + +[Refrain] +I'ma have a couple million when I'm 21 +Shawty told me that she thought that I was 21 +Now she want me even more 'cause I'm fuckin' young +Hatin' on me, 24, you a fuckin' bum +Bitch, I'm always off them drugs when I'm in the club +I ain’t smokin' on a dub, I got lots of bud +All these bitches fall in love, but I'm not the plug +All these bitches fall in love, I'm the only one +Say wassup +[Chorus] +I don't wanna lose you +I don't wanna hate you +I don't wanna do you like that +Why you gotta do me like that? +'Cause I got face tats and my boots black +I don't wanna go to school, I'on like that +Everybody think I'm cool, I'on like that +Codeine by the pool while I write raps +Spend money like a fool, I'ma make it back + +[Refrain] +I'ma have a couple million when I'm 21 +Shawty told me that she thought that I was 21 +Now she want me even more 'cause I'm fuckin' young +Hatin' on me, 24, you a fuckin' bum +Bitch I'm always off them drugs when I'm in the club +I ain’t smokin' on a dub, I got lots of bud +All these bitches fall in love, but I'm not the plug +All these bitches fall in love, I'm the only one +Say wassup58EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cry Alone[Intro] +Cry alone right now +I just did a line of blow right now +I don't wanna cry alone right now +Kissing on styrofoam right now + +[Chorus] +I don't wanna cry alone right now +Kissing on styrofoam right now +I don't wanna die alone right now +I just did a line of blow right now +I don't wanna cry alone right now +Kissing on styrofoam right now +I don't wanna die alone right now +I just did a line of blow right now + +[Verse 1] +I hate everybody in my hometown +I wanna burn my old high school into the ground +I hate everybody in my hometown +Tell the rich kids to look at me now + +[Chorus] +I don't wanna cry alone right now +Kissing on styrofoam right now +I don't wanna die alone right now +I just did a line of blow right now +[Verse 2] +When I fly back to my hometown +I feel like everybody hate me in my hometown +I hate everybody in my hometown +Tell the rich kids to look at me now + +[Chorus] +I don't wanna cry alone right now +Kissing on styrofoam right now +I don't wanna die alone right now +I just did a line of blow right now + +[Bridge] +When I fly back to my hometown +I feel like everybody hate me in my hometown +I hate everybody in my hometown +Tell the rich kids to look at me now +I hate everybody in my hometown +I wanna burn my old high school into the ground +I hate everybody in my hometown +Tell the rich kids to look at me now + +[Outro] +I really hate it when I cry alone out loud +I really hate it when I cry alone out loud91EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​we think too much[Intro] +Yeah, ayy +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +Nobody wants to talk to me, but everyone wants to walk with me +And I always been that kid, maybe I won't be if I live +Long enough, but I think I'ma die now, oh-oh, ayy, ayy +I just keep it to myself and I try not to cry too loud +I just wanna lay my head on your chest, so I'm close as it gets to your heart +We can fall apart, start over again +Nobody knows me, nobody knows one thing about me +Everyone doubts me +But I'ma make it all come true, and I do it for you +I know all about the pain that you go through + +[Chorus] +Nobody wants to talk to me, but everyone wants to walk with me +And I always been that kid, maybe I won't be if I live +Long enough, but I think I'ma die now, oh-oh, ayy, ayy +I just keep it to myself and I try not to cry too loud +I just wanna lay my head on your chest, so I'm close as it gets to your heart +We can fall apart, start over again +Nobody knows me, nobody knows one thing about me +Everyone doubts me +But I'ma make it all come true, and I do it for you +I know all about the pain that you go through70EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Runaway[Intro] +Go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like that they care +Away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +Go back there, yeah + +[Chorus] +Take me away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +[Verse] +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I want 'em +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl (Ghost girl) +I ain't never gonna find her (Find her) +Pain pills with my coke, girl (Coke, girl) +You know I gotta get high first (High first) +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl +I ain't never gonna find her +You were everything I know, girl +Ain't it funny how life work? +(Ain't it funny how life work?) + +[Chorus] +Take me away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +[Outro] +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I wanna +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama +(I run away from my problems) +(I run away from my problems)81EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sex with My Ex[Chorus] +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +I can feel the sudden emptiness +I'm here to grant your one last wish, so +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +Hear the sadness in your laughter +She's afraid of what comes after me, true love + +[Verse] +I don't know when I'll be back in town (Back in town) +All I know is that she'll wait around, for me +All I know is that she'll hold me down (All I know is that she'll hold me down) +My girl keeps all ten toes on the ground, for me +I can feel it, I can feel it now +I can feel you watchin' after me, holdin' my breath + +[Bridge] +Catch a feelin' +Catch a feelin' now +I still feel your skin all over me +Sex with my ex + +[Chorus] +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +I can feel the sudden emptiness +I'm here to grant your one last wish, so +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +I can feel the sudden emptiness +I'm here to grant your one last wish, so +[Verse] +I don't know when I'll be back in town (Back in town) +All I know is that she'll wait around, for me +All I know is that she'll hold me down (All I know is that she'll hold me down) +My girl keeps all ten toes on the ground, for me +I can feel it, I can feel it now +I can feel you watchin' after me, holdin' my breath + +[Bridge] +Catch a feelin' +Catch a feelin' now +I still feel your skin all over me +Sex with my ex + +[Chorus] +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +I can feel the sudden emptiness +I'm here to grant your one last wish, so +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +I can feel the sudden emptiness +I'm here to grant your one last wish, so + +[Outro] +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +I can feel the sudden emptiness +I'm here to grant your one last wish, so +(Fuck me)70EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​about u[Pre-Chorus] +Uh-uh +Ayy + +[Chorus] +Ain't nobody ever told you how I love you +Nobody ever told you how I feel about you +Okay, I admit I wanna fuck you +But it doesn't change the way I feel about you +I been by myself for a long time +I just wish that I could know if I was on your mind +Runnin' out of time +I just wish that I could know if you were by my side +On the day I die, would you even cry? +If I end my life, would you hold me tight then? + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Pre-Chorus] +Uh-uh +Ayy + +[Chorus] +Ain't nobody ever told you how I love you +Nobody ever told you how I feel about you +Okay, I admit I wanna fuck you +But it doesn't change the way I feel about you +I been by myself for a long time +I just wish that I could know if I was on your mind +Runnin' out of time +I just wish that I could know if you were by my side +On the day I die, would you even cry? +If I end my life, would you hold me tight then?72EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +OMFG[Intro] +This is a certified hood classic +Kill myself +My life is goin' nowhere +I want everyone to know that I— + +[Chorus] +I used to wanna kill myself +Came up, still wanna kill myself +My life is goin' nowhere +I want everyone to know that I don't care +I used to wanna kill myself +Came up, still wanna kill myself +My life is goin' nowhere +I want everyone to know that I don't care + +[Verse] +Baby girl, you got nothing on her +You're the only one that could ever compare +I can't hear what you're tryin' to say +Club lights shining on the side of your face +Cocaine love, it goes straight to your brain +Why the fuck is everybody the same? +Fuck my life, tell that bitch I'm insane +Lil Peep shawty, let me silence your pain +[Chorus] +I used to wanna kill myself +Came up, still wanna kill myself +My life is goin' nowhere +I want everyone to know that I don't care +I used to wanna kill myself +Came up, still wanna kill myself +My life is goin' nowhere +I want everyone to know that I don't care + +[Outro] +Baby girl, you got nothing on her +You're the only one that could ever compare +I can't hear what you're tryin' to say +Club lights shining on the side of your face68EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​big city blues[Intro] +Charlie Shuffler on the beat + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +I just wanna see you smile +I just wanna make you mine +We can spend time, smoke away the time +We can go anywhere you ever wanted +Anything you ever dreamed +I can make your dreams come true (Come true) +I'll be on my own, no crew (Crew) +Out here makin' these moves (Yeah yeah) +Singin' these big city blues (City, yeah) +I don't wanna think about you (Nah, nah) +Every time I think about you (You) +I swear I fall in love again (Damn) +I remember everything you said +Promise me it's real (Yeah) +Girl, I got a deal (Got a deal) +You could be my girl if I could be your world +Promise me it's real (Yeah) +Girl, I got a deal (Ayy) +You could be my girl if I could be your world +Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh +Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh +Cold Hart, Cold Hart +[Verse 2: Cold Hart] +And we can leave this club +And we can get fucked up +In the back of the Chevy +Girl, I felt your heart beatin' heavy for me (Woah) +And I just wanna see you shine (Shine) +Girl, you got stars for eyes (You do) +And she sweet like Texas tea +With an ass from Tennessee +And we can take the long way home +'Cause I don't wanna see you go +Sittin' drinkin' whiskey, hopin' that you'll miss me +Baby, say you do (Please say you do) +Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh +Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh +Maybe say you do + +[Outro] +Charlie Shuffler on the beat51EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moving On[Intro: Lil Tracy] +Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc + +[Chorus] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +She know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on +I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up +I keep movin' on +We keep making up, I can't make it up +Somebody wake me up, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Pulled up with my whole team +Mackned swervin' in a white Beam', yeah +GothBoiClique, tryna stay clean, yeah +GothBoiClique, we got big dreams +And my new bitch, on a movie screen +And my old bitch, she a groupie teen +Yeah, I break hearts, I'm with Cold Hart +I'm with Horse Head, whip it like a Nascar, yeah +Wicca Phase Task Force, yeah (I'm kissin' styrofoam!) +Baby, you get what you ask for +[Chorus] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +She know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on +I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up +I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up, I can't make it up +Somebody wake me up, yeah + +[Bridge] +I'm kissin' styrofoam (Yeah, yeah) +Who know what I be on (What, what?) +(I'm kissin' styrofoam) +Who know what we be on +Who know what we be on +Who know what we be on +They be like, yeah, what do they be on? (They be on) +In the back of the club, what do they be on? (They be on) +I know what I be on (What I be on) +It's that styrofoam (It's that styrofoam), it's that styrofoam +It's that styrofoam +(I'm kissin' styrofoam) +Yeah, pour up +[Verse 2] +It's the pain pills, yah +Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills +Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills +Yeah, yeah +It's the pain pills (Woo), man, it's gettin' real (Uh) +I'm kissin' styrofoam (Yeah) +Who know what I be on? (Yeah) That's what I be on (Ah) +Who's shoulder you be cryin' on? (Yeah, yeah) +Who's shoulder you be lyin' on? +(Who's shoulder you be lyin' on?) +Who's name do you be lyin' on? +(Who's name do you be lyin' on?) + +[Outro] +Yeah +Makin' up +I keep movin' on55EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​walk away as the door slams[Pre-Chorus: Lil Peep] +Club lights, we fight every night (Every night) +Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that) +Your type, jeans tight, Dirty Sprite (Dirty Sprite) +She like, "How the fuck you do that?" (How the fuck you do that?) +I can't be there all the time (All the time) +But you know I gotta prove that (Know I gotta prove that) +I can't leave here anytime soon (Nah) +I got somethin' to do, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Walk away as the door slams (Door slams) +You got blood on your poor hands (Poor hands) +I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell +Walk away as the door slams + +[Verse: Lil Tracy] +Yeah, I know you wanna FaceTime, baby, I have Samsung +When I met your mom, she told me I was handsome +You told me I'm sexy, do you still think that? +You told me you loved me, do you still think that? +3 AM, climbin' through your window +Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window +You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines +Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes +3 AM, climbin' through your window +Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window +You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines +Step inside the club, cameras flashin' in my eyes +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Peep] +Club lights, we fight every night (Every night) +Baby, I don't wanna do that (I don't wanna do that) +Your type, jeans tight, Dirty Sprite (Dirty Sprite) +She like, "How the fuck you do that?" (How the fuck you do that?) +I can't be there all the time (All the time) +But you know I gotta prove that (Know I gotta prove that) +I can't leave here anytime soon (Nah) +I got somethin' to do, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Walk away as the door slams (Door slams) +You got blood on your poor hands (Poor hands) +I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell +Walk away as the door slams50EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​worlds away[Verse] +Feels like we're a world away +But we in the same room, be my girl today at least +She don't even know my name +But she look me in the eyes like she know my pain, that's me +And she always let me be myself, she don't ever take bread +She don't need no help, that's real +While I'm busy tryna get my wealth +She ain't worry about a thing except my dick and my health, that's real + +[Chorus] +She sees the things that you don't see +She breathes the air that you don't breathe +She bleeds the blood that you don't bleed +She looks at me like she loves me +She sees the things that you don't see +She breathes the air that you don't breathe +She bleeds the blood that you don't bleed +She looks at me like she loves me + +[Verse] +Feels like we're a world away +But we in the same room, be my girl today at least +She don't even know my name +But she look me in the eyes like she know my pain, that's me +And she always let me be myself, she don't ever take bread +She don't need no help that's real +While I'm busy tryna get my wealth +She ain't worry about a thing except my dick and my health that's real +[Chorus] +She sees the things that you don't see +She breathes the air that you don't breathe +She bleeds the blood that you don't bleed +She looks at me like she loves me +She sees the things that you don't see +She breathes the air that you don't breathe +She bleeds the blood that you don't bleed +She looks at me like she loves me58EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​yesterday[Intro] +Charlie Shuffler on the beat + +[Chorus] +Change my name, shave my head +Tell my friends that I'm dead +Run away from the pain, yesterday is not today +Yesterday is not today, yesterday is not today +Yesterday is not today +Yesterday is not today is not the same + +[Verse] +Today is gonna be the day that I'm gonna come back to you +I know, I did a little blow and I never wrote back to you +My love, I wanna give it all to you +Baby, I just wanna ball with you +I couldn't see the end was comin' near the way I do +About you now + +[Chorus] +Change my name, shave my head +Tell my friends that I'm dead +Run away from the pain, yesterday is not today +Yesterday is not today, yesterday is not today +Yesterday is not today +Yesterday is not today is not the same33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​five degrees[Intro] +No-one wants to kiss a girl in black + +[Chorus] +Worry 'bout yourself, baby, I'll be good +I just wanna die in peace tonight +You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood +Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight +Everybody cold where I come from +Cut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up +Next summer, I'll be on an island, with your bitch and a bottle +And a pocket full of numbers + +[Verse] +Don't stutter, slang from the gutter +Got bang for ya butter +Got my name from my mother +No other, shinin' through the shutter +Say she over me, whatever +'Cause she underneath my cover (Ushio!) +Bet you wish you had my flow +I know I'm dope, I could ask your ho +Bet you wish you got me mad +You don't, you won't, not never +Stop blowin' up my phone +[Interlude] +Yo, run that shit back for me + +[Chorus] +Worry 'bout yourself, baby, I'll be good +I just wanna die in peace tonight +You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood +Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight (Ushio!) +Everybody cold where I come from +Cut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up +Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle +And a pocket full of numbers52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​ghost boy[Chorus] +Leave me alone, just leave me alone +I'm growin' so tired of this +How do you fight the feelin'? +How do you fight the feelin', bitch? (Bitch) +She callin' my phone, she callin' my phone +I put it on quiet quick (Quick) +I ain't never gon' answer it +I ain't never gon' pick up my phone, girl + +[Verse] +I'm all on my own, I'm all on my own +I know you ain't high as this +Puttin' my mind to shit +Give me some time, I be flyin', bitch +Breakin' my bones, you breakin' my bones +You want me to line my wrist +I ain't gon' do it for you +I'm gon' do it for me, 'cause it help me forget +I ain't gon' do it for you +I'm gon' do it for me 'cause I'm tryna get rich +I ain't gon' put on a Tommy +If I don't got Tommy to put on my bitch +I'm doin' my thing +Now, bitch, I can sing, so don't expect all my flows, I just switch +Step in this bitch, let these hoes feel my drip +If you ain't smokin' on some, I'ma dip (Skrrt) +[Chorus] +Leave me alone, just leave me alone +I'm growin' so tired of this (What) +How do you fight the feelin'? +How do you fight the feelin', bitch? (Bitch) +She callin' my phone, she callin' my phone +I put it on quiet quick +I ain't never gon' answer it +I ain't never gon' pick up my phone, girl + +[Outro] +When you are on your own +Just know that I love you +I won't pick up the phone +Just know that I need you116EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Problems[Chorus] +Spent a lot of time in the background +You know I spent a lot of time in the background +Everytime that we together, I black out +Everytime that we together, she tap out +I remember, but she part of my past now +I remember all this shit from the past now +Took a pill and we passed out +I made a deal with the devil + +[Bridge] +You know I got my problems (Problems) +Know you got yours too (Know you got yours too) +Hold on to my revolver (Revolver) +They ain't lookin' for you (They ain't lookin' for you) +Oh, girl, don't even bother (Bother) +Why she act brand new? (Why she act brand new?) +Take what the devil offers (Offers) +I got nothin' to lose (I got nothin' to lose) +(I got my problems) + +[Chorus] +Spent a lot of time in the background +You know I spent a lot of time in the background +Everytime that we together, I black out +Everytime that we together, she tap out +I remember, but she part of my past now +I remember all this shit from the past now +Took a pill and we passed out +I made a deal with the devil +[Bridge] +You know I got my problems (Problems) +Know you got yours too (Know you got yours too) +Hold on to my revolver (Revolver) +They ain't lookin' for you (They ain't lookin' for you) +Oh, girl, don't even bother (Bother) +Why she act brand new? (Why she act brand new?) +Take what the devil offers (Offers) +I got nothin' to lose (I got nothin' to lose)40EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​the song they played (when i crashed into the wall)[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I don't wanna die alone right now, but I admit I do sometimes +These drugs are callin' me, do one more line, don't fall asleep +This is the song they played when I crashed into the wall +This is the girl I told that we could have it all + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +This is the life I made and I can't go back to fall +Back to fall, back to everyone I ever knew at all +Back to small town blues, and not a clue of what's goin' on +Back to old routines, and wedding rings and livin' at the mall, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I don't wanna die alone right now, but I admit I do sometimes +These drugs are callin' me, do one more line, don't fall asleep +This is the song they played when I crashed into the wall +This is the girl I told that we could have it all + +[Verse 2: Lil Tracy] +Baby, I'm a drug, you're addicted to my love +I thought you were the one, but you were just another one +Call me Hellboy, I got fire in my blunt +Don't call me emo, don't call me punk +I'm a vampire, bitch, I'm countin' money up +I'm with Lil Peep, yeah, we hotter than the sun +You should tell your boyfriend stop tryna be like us +Tatted up my face, baby, I don't give a fuck +[Outro: Lil Peep] +I don't wanna die alone right now, but I admit I do sometimes +These drugs are callin' me, do one more line, don't fall asleep56EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​toxic city ☣[Intro] +(Yeah, keep it going, one more time) +Alright, lemme go +SESH + +[Chorus] +Life in the background, up and down the mountain +Then it's back to the flat-ground, hold me while I'm drownin' +If tonight was my last night, I would keep on countin' +'Til the reaper got ahold of me then I would take my last flight +Where ever did you go? I've been waitin' for weeks +I don't think I'm gonna make it, but don't take it from me +So it seems every time that I die, I wake up +When it's time to meet my maker, I'll be ready for him + +[Verse] +Got your glass slippers on, lookin' like you're Cinderella +Girl, what you sippin' on? Room spinnin' like propellers +Boy, what you trippin' on? How I make these pussies jealous +Watch your girl sing along, say she want an acapella +I could give you what you want 'til my body in the mud +King of the fuckin' swamp, name a drug, I got the plug +Shawty say my house is haunted, I say I don't give a fuck +Somethin's watchin' over me and see me smoke a 'milla (SESH) +Drunk kickin', dutch lickin', he said he can't fuck with me +Fuck this and fuck with me, I'ma take your luck with me +Bitch, what the fuck it do? +TeamSESH drippin' on the 1s and the 2s +Fuck your crew and fuck you too +Edge of the swamp, 'nother drug go through +[Chorus] +Life in the background, up and down the mountain +Then it's back to the flat-ground, hold me while I'm drownin' +If tonight was my last night, I would keep on countin' +'Til the reaper got ahold of me then I would take my last flight +Where ever did you go? I've been waitin' for weeks +I don't think I'm gonna make it, but don't take it from me +So it seems every time that I die, I wake up +When it's time to meet my maker, I'll be ready for him47EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​veins[Verse 1] +Layin' on my back now, lay another track down +Brought the black cats out, bad luck +If you wanna snap now, try not take a cap now +I'll bring the black cats out, now you fucked (Fuck) +Watch out for the pigs while I ride real slow +Smoking thraxx, read my tats from the backseat (Thraxx) +Why you throwin' shade like you finna phase me? +You a ho ass bitch, need a Maxi (Bitch) +Pad for your pussy blood dripping down your skinny's +I could serve you for some 20's, but my raps free +Young bitch, I got plenty, on my bottle it say Remy +On my belt that shit say Fendi and the back green (Clean) + +[Chorus] +Got me talkin' 'bout my clothes girl (Clothes girl) +When I fall, won't you pick me up (Won't you pick me up) +I'm talkin' 'bout my old girl (Old girl) +When I call, she don't pick it up (Pick it up) +My head hurt from the drugs (Drugs) +It's somethin' in the bud, man, I need a new plug (New plug) +I feel it in my veins +All my bitches dumb 'cause they give me all their brains + +[Verse 2] +Put me on the map now, I could hold a map down +See me in the background, rolling up (Yeah, yeah) +I don't gotta rap loud, bitch, I got that trap sound +Hold on to my strap with the Cobra Clutch +Watch out for the bitch in the black Range Rove' +Drivin' fast while she listenin' to Max B (What?) +Got the tats on her ass and the black ski mask in the back +If you tryna get yo' ass beat +One for the money, blow, two for the show +My flow go perfect with a sad beat (Sad beat) +Everywhere I go, all I ever see is snow +In the summertime, pussy make me happy (Make me happy) +[Outro: Lil B & Lil Peep] +That's that real music, man +Come back home, motherfuckers see how real it is, man +He said like, "Damn man" like, you know +'Cause, the world is so big, you feel me? And you like +I wanna spread so much love, you know? +It's like, man, I got a lot of love to spread +And, I just want the world +Got me talkin' 'bout my clothes girl (Yeah) +You feel me, I want the world to hear it, you know? +So it's like, I'm cryin' for everybody, man +Won't you pick me up (Yeah) +And for real love man, 'cause that's where the music comes from man +I'm talkin' 'bout my old girl (Yeah) +It's just 100 percent love man, you know? +When I call she don't pick it up (Yeah) +This is... this where we at, man, this is the home, man +My head hurt from the drugs +This is where motherfuckers started somethin' +It's somethin' in the bud man, I need a new plug (Yeah) +You know, nothing's promised, man +I feel it in my veins +So we just doin' what we do, man +Shouts out to Based fam, you know everybody that believe in me +Everybody that's holdin' it down, you know, uh50EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​high school[Intro] +Haardtek + +[Chorus] +Have you ever seen a man this rich, this broke? +This lost in the smoke? Please pray for me +I can never hide, my ghost come everywhere I go +Tell Heaven, "don't wait for me" +Satan waitin' at the gate for me +I heard this bitch bump Lil Peep faithfully +That's why these pussies got hate for me +'Cause they was busy chasin' bitches, I was chasin' dreams +Throw me off the edge, I'll fall +Lookin' up at 'em like I never even knew 'em at all +I remember walkin' around in the hall +And then the bell rang and I took something then I couldn't recall +Makin' you cry the way that she did, I can't forgive myself for +And if you want me to, I'll kill myself, but I'm already in hell for it + +[Bridge] +You used to love me then, I know it's not the same +But this is not the end 'cause everything gon' change +When I get that Benz, I'ma pull up in the rain and I'm gon' say +You wouldn't wait (Skrrt) + +[Chorus] +Have you ever seen a man this rich, this broke? +This lost in the smoke? Please pray for me +I can never hide, my ghost come everywhere I go +Tell Heaven, "don't wait for me" +Satan waitin' at the gate for me +I heard this bitch bump Lil Peep faithfully +That's why these pussies got hate for me +'Cause they was busy chasin' bitches, I was chasin' dreams +Throw me off the edge, I'll fall +Lookin' up at 'em like I never even knew 'em at all +I remember walkin' around in the hall +And then the bell rang and I took something then I couldn't recall +Makin' you cry the way that she did, I can't forgive myself for +And if you want me to, I'll kill myself, but I'm already in Hell for it44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​fucked up[Intro] +Fucked up, yeah +Girl, you got me fucked up, yeah + +[Verse] +I ain't gonna lie, I'ma keep it real +I don't wanna tell you how I feel +I just wanna get you to my room +We can do whatever that we wanted to do +Rip my shirt, kiss my neck +Throw me on the floor girl, make me sweat +Scratch my back, make me bleed +I could be whatever that you want me to be +I could do whatever that you wanted from me +Want a little blow, I can get it for free +Want a little dough, you can get it for free +Haven't been home in a minute, I've been fucked up + +[Chorus] +I've been all the way fucked up +Girl, you got me fucked up +One chance and I fucked it up +I was fucked up +Baby, I've been fucked up +Girl, you got me fucked up +One chance and I fucked it up +I was fucked up +Baby, I've been fucked up +[Verse] +I ain't gonna lie, I'ma keep it real +I don't wanna tell you how I feel +I just wanna get you to my room +We can do whatever that we wanted to do +Rip my shirt, kiss my neck +Throw me on the floor girl, make me sweat +Scratch my back, make me bleed +I could be whatever that you want me to be +I could do whatever that you wanted from me +Want a little blow, I can get it for free +Want a little dough, you can get it for free +Haven't been home in a minute, I've been fucked up + +[Chorus] +I've been all the way fucked up +Girl, you got me fucked up +One chance and I fucked it up +I was fucked up +Baby, I've been fucked up +Girl, you got me fucked up +One chance and I fucked it up +I was fucked up +Baby, I've been fucked up31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​ghost girl[Chorus] +Juggin' on a Friday, but saw you on the freeway (Skrrt) +How could I forget that face, I don't even know your name +I'm in love with a ghost girl, all alone in a lonely world +I just really wanna find her, I'ma do another line first + +[Verse] +Lyin' on the asphalt, Lil Peep, blacked out +Fuckin' with the CokeWave, let my man Max out +I be on some real shit, get it from my OG +I don't wanna hear shit, shawty, what you told me? +I don't give a fuck, bitch, I be on my lonely +Lookin' for the right girl, why you all up on me? +Love me for a night, girl, hate me in the mornin' +Yeah, I know you're tight girl, so I make her blow me +Lil Peep + +[Bridge] +Look me in my eyes, girl (Look me in my eyes, girl) +Tell me if you think that it's a lie, girl (Lie, girl) +Gettin' tired of your girl (Gettin' tired of your girl) +I know I need my own girl, my girl (My girl) +Look me in my eyes, girl (Look me in my eyes, girl) +Tell me if you think that it's a lie, girl (Lie, girl) +Gettin' tired of your girl (Gettin' tired of your girl) +I know I need my own girl +[Chorus] +Juggin' on a Friday, but saw you on the freeway (Skrrt) +How could I forget that face, I don't even know your name +I'm in love with a ghost girl, all alone in a lonely world +I just really wanna find her, I'ma do another line first53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​love letter[Intro] +Charlie Shuffler +Ayy, yeah +GothBoiClique + +[Chorus] +Hold on, baby, could you wait here? +Promise I'll be right back +I'ma catch a flight back +Tell me, would you stay here? +I don't wanna hurt you +Girl, you know I'm right +Getting money, yeah, you like that + +[Refrain] +I wrote a letter for you, but you didn't write back +I wrote a letter for you, but you didn't write back +Calm down, I don't wanna fight like that +Girl, calm down, I don't wanna fight like that +I wrote a letter for you, but you didn't write back +I wrote a song for you, but you didn't like that +I wrote a letter for you, but you didn't write back +I wrote a song for you, probably didn't listen at all + +[Verse] +I wanna take my life just to give it to you +I wanna take my life just to give it to you +I wanna make things right (Make things right) +I wanna make things right (I wanna make things right) +I wanna take my life just to give it to you +I wanna make things right, girl, I do it for you +Take my life +I wanna make things right +GothBoiClique +[Chorus] +Hold on, baby, could you wait here? +Promise I'll be right back +I'ma catch a flight back +Tell me, would you stay here? +I don't wanna hurt you +Girl, you know I'm right +Getting money, yeah, you like that + +[Refrain] +I wrote a letter for you, but you didn't write back +I wrote a letter for you, but you didn't write back +Calm down, I don't wanna fight like that +Girl, calm down, I don't wanna fight like that +I wrote a letter for you, but you didn't write back +I wrote a song for you, but you didn't like that +I wrote a letter for you, but you didn't write back +I wrote a song for you, probably didn't listen at all + +[Outro] +Charlie Shuffler29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​another song[Intro: MTV interview with Kurt Cobain, 1993] +I mean it been going on and building up for so many years that I was.. ya'know... suicidal, I mean I just didn't wanna live; so I just thought, "If I'm gonna die, if I'm gonna kill myself, I should take some drugs" ya'know... huh. + +[Verse] +I remember when you used to hold me close and say you love me (Say you love me) +Now you actin' like a ghost and that's okay, I know I'm ugly (I know I'm ugly) +Now I'm swervin' in the ghost and I'm okay, I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' money) +Now I'm switchin' up the coast, get out my way I stop for nothin' (I stop for... Skrrt) +Give me some time and give me your patience (Patience) +Came in the game last month, fuck the game, I'm done (Game, I'm done) +Give me a sign and I'm gonna take it (Ahh) +Whatever way I want, bitch, I get paid up front (Clout, clout) +I'm gettin' mine, so fuck all your placements (Fuck) +Baby face, I'm young, fuck the place I'm from (Place I'm from) +Don't hit my line and say somethin' basic (Skrrt..rrrt) +If it ain't about the money, please don't waste no time (Waste no time) +Lookin' off the edge, and I'm picturin' the fall 'cause +I don't want to break my legs and have to carry on (Hey) +If I carry on, I'm gon' need some marijuana +Put it in my bong, then I make another song + +[Outro: MTV interview with Kurt Cobain, 1993] +May as well become a junkie because I felt like a junkie everyday, ya'know? Waking up starving, just forcing myself to eat, ya'know, barfing it back up... it's like... I'm in pain all the time.35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Respect Freestyle[Verse 1] +Cry me a river, I'ma buy you a belt +But the pain's still the same and this guap don't help +(And this guap don't help... at all) +Drop a molly in my Sprite, leave that right on the shelf +Where the white? Where the white? Only time that she yell, only time that she yell +(Only time that she yell) +That ain't right + +[Pre-Chorus] +Ripped jeans, big screens, bad bitch and she 18 +She could be my lady, you could be my lady +Hate me, everybody hate me +Every day I wake up, everything achin' + +[Chorus] +You ain't got no loyalty, then I got no respect +You ain't got no loyalty, then I got no respect +I got no respect, I got no respect +You ain't got no loyalty, then I got no respect + +[Verse 2] +Everybody know I'm next, got these bitches sendin' texts +Bitches sendin' texts 'cause they know that I'm up next, yeah +I'm on a jet, yeah, on a jet +I'm takin' bets, I'm takin' bets +What did you expect? What did you expect? +What did you expect? What did you expect? +What did you expect? What did you expect? +What did you expect, baby? +What did you expect for me to do for you? (for you) +What do you think I have to offer you? +It's cold outside tonight and I +And I don't got a roof over my head +It's cold outside tonight (it's cold outside) +I remember when we shared that same apartment +I loved it, and I... and I, and I +And now I'm holdin' grudges (holdin' grudges, yeah) +But fuck it, I don't care no more +I don't care, I don't care at all +Not enough +Not enough at all +[Pre-Chorus] +Ripped jeans, big screens, bad bitch and she 18 +She could be my lady, you could be my lady +Hate me, everybody hate me +Every day I wake up, everything achin' +You ain't got no loyalty, then I got no respect +You ain't got no loyalty, then I got no respect +I got no respect, I got no respect +Everybody know I'm next, got these bitches sendin' texts + +[Chorus] +I got no respect, I got no respect +I got no respect, baby, I got no respect for you +I got no respect, yeah +What did you expect? Yeah, yeah +What did you expect? +Everybody hate me, everything achin' +Everything achin' +I got no respect, I got no respect35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +4 Gold Chains[Intro] +Yeah-eah-eah-eah +She's tryna find the words, I'm tryna find this girl +But it's so dark, under club lights +I don't pick it up much, I don't feel right + +[Verse 1] +She's tryna find the words, I'm tryna find this girl +But it's so dark, and I was under club lights +Call me on my iPhone, I don't pick it up much +I've been losin' friends, I don't feel right + +[Chorus] +Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (Two to my brothers) +Fame bring pain, but the pain make money (Pain make money) +Keep it one hunnit, baby girl, what's your number? (Girl, what's your number?) +Girls numb the pain and the drugs get me numb-er +Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (Two to my brothers) +Fame bring pain, but the pain make money (Pain make money) +Keep it one hunnit, baby girl, what's your number? (Girl, what's your number?) +Girls numb the pain and the drugs get me numb-er (Drugs get me numb-er) + +[Verse 2] +Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (Two to my brothers) +Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (Two to my brothers) +I need four whips, so I can give 'em to my brothers, yeah (Give 'em to my brothers) +I need four cribs, so I can give 'em to my mother, yeah (Give 'em to my mother, yeah) +My mother, that's for my mother, yeah... +[Chorus] +Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers + +[Instrumental Outro]55EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Leanin’[Chorus] +Catch a feelin' for me +Catch a feelin' for me +Catch a feelin' for my lifestyle (Feelin' for my lifestyle) +Poppin' pills for free +Poppin' pills for free +Pop that pussy for me right now (Right now) +Leanin' back in my seat +Leanin' back in my seat +Got me thinkin' bout my life now (Life now) +I wish that I could see you right now (Right now) +Bury me with all the lights out + +[Verse] +Woke up surprised +Am I really alive? +I was trying to die last night, survived suicide last night +Woke up surprised +Am I really alive? +I was tryin' to die last night, survived suicide last night + +[Chorus] +Catch a feelin' for me +Catch a feelin' for me +Catch a feelin' for my lifestyle (Feelin' for my lifestyle) +Poppin' pills for free +Poppin' pills for free +Pop that pussy for me right now (Right now) +Leanin' back in my seat +Leanin' back in my seat +Got me thinkin' bout my life now (Life now) +I wish that I could see you right now (Right now) +Bury me with all the lights out +[Verse] +Woke up surprised +Am I really alive? +I was trying to die last night, survived suicide last night +Woke up surprised +Am I really alive? +I was trying to die last night, survived suicide last night + +[Bridge] +Everything you say about me +All I ever think about +Every time I hear your name it +Makes me wanna fuckin' shout +Everything you say about me +All I ever think about +Every time I hear your name it +Makes me wanna fuckin' shout +I can't feel the tension, we know +We can't feel the tension, I know +You can't feel the tension, let's just +Run away forever, let's just + +[Chorus] +Catch a feeling for me +Catch a feeling for me +Catch a feeling for my lifestyle (Feelin' for my lifestyle) +Poppin' pills for free (Poppin' pills for free) +Pop that pussy for me right now (Right now)53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​drive by[Intro: Lil Peep] +Yo, throw me the keys, bruh + +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Xavier Wulf] +Motorola phone, I ain't goin' home +I won't go to work, mama hate me and I know it though (And I know it though) +I'm a bad kid with a bad ho +With a fast whip, hit the gas, I'm an asshole +Drive by at 125 (125) +Drive by at 125 (125) +Fly by at 125 (125) +I'ma die, I ain't even 25 (Ayy) +Drive by at 125 (125) +Drive by at 125 (125) +Fly by at 125 (125) +I'ma die, I ain't even 25 (Ayy, yeah) + +[Verse: Xavier Wulf] +Slide by doing 225 (225) +I smoke like I don't play because I gotta stay high (Stay high) +I smoke 200 blunts just to get me through the night (Get me through the night) +And then I text her back and told her, "We ain’t gotta fight" (We ain’t gotta fight) +I pulled up with my niggas and you know we keep it tight (Tight) +We pulled up to the party, we ain't even tryna fight (We ain't even tryna fight) +I'm feeling good, I'm feeling better than aight (Aight) +I smoke 100 blunts and then I ride into the night, yeah (Night) +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Motorola phone, I ain't goin' home +I won't go to work, mama hate me and I know it though (And I know it though) +I'm a bad kid with a bad ho +With a fast whip, hit the gas, I'm an asshole +Drive by at 125 (125) +Drive by at 125 (125) +Fly by at 125 (125) +I'ma die, I ain't even 25 (Ayy) +Drive by at 125 (125) +Drive by at 125 (125) +Fly by at 125 (125) +I'ma die, I ain't even 2535EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​skyscrapers (love now, cry later)[Producer Tag] +J-J-Jayyeah + +[Chorus] +Hotel rooms and skyscrapers +I got a new pair of shoes to impress her +She fell in love with the devil, the worst +Love now, cry later, it hurts +Hotel rooms and skyscrapers +I got a new pair of shoes to impress her +She fell in love with the devil, the worst +Love now, cry later, it hurts + +[Bridge] +Love now, cry later, cry later +But, I always take the chance +But, I always take the chance +If I could save her +If I could save her +She said she got other plans, damn + +[Chorus] +Hotel rooms and skyscrapers +I got a new pair of shoes to impress her +She fell in love with the devil, the worst +Love now, cry later, it hurts +Hotel rooms and skyscrapers +I got a new pair of shoes to impress her +She fell in love with the devil, the worst +Love now, cry later, it hurts24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Belgium[Intro] +I'm a punk star + +[Chorus] +You don't mind and I don't mind at all (At all) +You act kind, I don't act kind at all +I ask myself, "Why am I talkin' like this?" +Ask yourself, "Do you deserve this treatment?" + +[Post-Chorus] +I was out in Belgium on tour +That's the day that I convinced myself that I was truly yours +I know that you hear me +I know that you hear me + +[Verse 1] +I know that you're here, girl +I'm at the door +I know that you're here, girl +Answer the door + +[Chorus] +You don't mind and I don't mind at all, at all +You act kind, I don't act kind at all +I, I ask myself, "Why am I talkin' like this?" +Ask yourself, "Do you deserve this treatment?" +[Verse 2] +No one deserves this treatment +No one deserves this treatment +Ooh, you don't deserve this treatment +(You don't deserve this) + +[Verse 3] +I know that you hear me (I know that you hear me) +I know that you hear me (I know that you hear me) +I know that you hear me, yeah +Yeah + +[Post-Chorus] +I was out in Belgium on tour +That's the day that I convinced myself that I was truly yours +I know that you hear me +I know that you hear me, yeah + +[Chorus] +You don't mind and I don't mind at all +You act kind, I don't act kind at all (At all) +I ask myself, "Why am I talkin' like this?" +Ask yourself, "Do you deserve this treatment?" + +[Post-Chorus 2] +Do you deserve this treatment? +Do you deserve this treatment? +Deserve this treatment +(I know that you hear me) +[Verse 4] +I was on my own for the past two months +I haven't seen a friend's face, in too long +On my own +That's when I noticed all, all that shit (All that shit) +All that shit that fucked me up (That fucked me up, yeah) + +[Outro] +You act kind, I don't act kind at all, at all37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​life ✞[Intro] +SESH + +[Verse 1] +I know that it hurts sometimes, but it's beautiful +Workin' every day, now you bleedin' through your cuticles +Passin' through a portal as you're sittin' in your cubicle +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Tryna keep it cool at your grandfather's funeral +Findin' out eventually the feelin' wasn't mutual +You were not invited 'cause you're nothin' like the usual +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +You wanna see your friends, but you're stuck inside a hospital +Doctor walks in and he tells you that it's terminal +Tumor in your brain and they say that it's inoperable +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +They'll kill your little brother and they'll tell you he's a criminal +They'll fuckin' kill you too, so you better not get physical +Welcome to America, that type of shit is typical +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful + +[Verse 2] +Wake up in the mornin', now you doin' the impossible +Find out what's important, now you feelin' philosophical +When I die I'll pack my bags, move somewhere more affordable +Isn't life horrible? I think that life is horrible +You think she's adorable, she thinks that you're intolerable +You think you can do it, but your chances are improbable +Once you feel unstoppable, you run into an obstacle +Isn't life comical? I think that life is comical +[Verse 3] +And if you ever need a friend then you got me +And in the end, when I die, would you watch me? +And if I tried suicide, would you stop me? +Would you help me get a grip or would you drop me? +Runaway, make friends with the moon +Why you trippin'? You'll be with your friends soon +There comes a time when everybody meets the same fate +I think I'ma die alone inside my room32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​sex [last nite][Intro] +I can feel your eyesight on my skin, red nightlights +Walls close in, walls close in + +[Chorus] +I can feel your eyesight on my skin, red nightlights +Walls close in like last night +I'm all in like last night +I can feel your eyesight on my skin, red nightlights (Whether I'm the one it doesn't matter to you, something about it’s changed, girl, what happened to you?) +Walls close in like last night (Whether I'm the one it doesn't matter to you) +I'm all in like last night (Something seems strange, girl what happened to you?) + +[Verse] +She wanna kill me (She wanna kill me) +She wanna kill me watch me bleed +I know you feel me (I know you feel me) +Baby feel me, plant my seed +In your head, when I'm dead +They will not forget 'bout me +In your bed, in my head +Living more or less my dream +They will not forget 'bout me +I got all these hoes on me +But I only want my ex +So I drown my pain in sex +[Chorus] +I can feel your eyesight on my skin, red nightlights +Walls close in like last night +I'm all in like last night +I can feel your eyesight on my skin, red nightlights (Whether I'm the one it doesn't matter to you, something about it’s changed, girl, what happened to you?) +Walls close in like last night (Whether I'm the one it doesn't matter to you) +I'm all in like last night (Something seems strange, girl what happened to you?)33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​nothing to u[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Ahhhh +You know who the fuck is doin' that +I used to dream of you, nah +I used to lose my sleep from you +And now I see right through +And everybody wanna fuck with me +But I'on fuck with you + +[Verse] +I used to dream of you, nah +I used to lose my sleep from you (From you) +And now I see right through +And everybody wanna fuck with me +But I'on fuck with you (Nah) +I used to scream at you, nah (At you) +I used to turn my cheek at you (At you) +But now I need you too (You too) +And everybody give a fuck 'bout me +And I ain't nothin' to you +I'm just lookin' at my life while it go down the drain +I got pain in my brain, but I don't never complain +I'm insane, I'm deranged, I see your face in the rain +This ain't no race for the fame, but at this pace I'ma make it +Face it, you basic, Lil Peep your replacement +I'm takin' your spot +I'll give it back when I'm rakin' the guap +Maybe not +I keep on checkin' my statement +I'm checkin' for payments +While you checkin' ya plays, bitch (Plays, bitch) +[Chorus] +I been doin' my own thing lately (Lately) +I been holdin' my own thing for safety (For safety) +I don't pick up the phone until they pay me (Till they pay me) +They askin' me how it feel, I say it's crazy (I say it's crazy) +I been doin' my own thing lately (Lately) +I been holdin' my own thing for safety (For safety) +I don't pick up the phone till they pay me (Till they pay me) +They askin' me how it feel, I say it's crazy (It's crazy) + +[Outro] +It's crazy, It's crazy +It's fucking crazy +It's crazy, crazy +It's crazy, It's crazy +It's fucking crazy34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Live Forever[Intro] +Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream +Havin' visions of everybody who knew me +See my face on the motherfuckin' big screen +Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD + +[Chorus] +Knock, knock, bitch, I'm kickin' in the front door +Live forever, get them motherfuckin' blunts rolled +Now I pull up and I get it how I want, ho +Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, ho +I got problems with your motherfuckin' god +I been workin' like I never had a job + +[Pre-Chorus] +Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream +Havin' visions of everybody who knew me +See my face on the motherfuckin' big screen +Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD + +[Bridge] +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy + +[Chorus] +Knock, knock, bitch, I'm kickin' in the front door +Live forever, get them motherfuckin' blunts rolled +Now I pull up and I get it how I want, ho +Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, ho +I got problems with your motherfuckin' god +I been workin' like I never had a job +[Pre-Chorus] +Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream +Havin' visions of everybody who knew me +See my face on the motherfuckin' big screen +Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD + +[Chorus] +Knock, knock, bitch, I'm kickin' in the front door +Live forever, get them motherfuckin' blunts rolled +Now I pull up and I get it how I want, ho +Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, ho +I got problems with your motherfuckin' god +I been workin' like I never had a job + +[Outro] +Every time I hit the dope I have a new dream +Havin' visions of everybody who knew me +See my face on the motherfuckin' big screen +Live forever, bitch, I'm smokin' on that HD40EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Benz Truck, Pt. 2[Intro] +GothBoiClique +MoneyPosse +Good luck, mothafucka +From another bitch +Ooh, Big-Big Head on the beat +Double up my cup and shit + +[Chorus] +Baby call me up, tryna fuck +'Cause she know, I'm finna get the Benz truck +Good luck, mothafucka +I was in the cut, gettin' sucked from another bitch +Pop another bean, had to double up my cup and shit +Call me up, tryna fuck +'Cause she know that I've been gettin' to the bucks +Good luck, mothafucka +Back of the club, fucked up on some other shit +All I ever wanted was a Benz and a bad bitch + +[Verse] +All I ever wanted was a friend +All I ever wanted was a brand new Benz truck +Now I wonder where my friends gon' end up +Money don't help with the pain, where the drugs at? +Make a few racks, call the plug back +She like, "Baby, where you goin'? When you comin' back?" +I'ma be away for a month +When I get back we can fuck +I'ma be away for a lifetime +Everything I say at the right time +Givin' girls cocaine, white wine +Everyone afraid of my lifestyle +[Chorus] +Baby call me up, tryna fuck +'Cause she know, I'm finna get the Benz truck +Good luck, mothafucka +I was in the cut, gettin' sucked from another bitch +Pop another bean, had to double up my cup and shit +Call me up, tryna fuck +'Cause she know that I've been gettin' to the bucks +Good luck, mothafucka +Back of the club, fucked up on some other shit +All I ever wanted was a Benz and a bad bitch40EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +IDGAF[Chorus] +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I been on my own, baby I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck about anything + +[Verse] +Ride till the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop + +[Bridge] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me till my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me till my heart stop (Till my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me till my heart stop +[Chorus] +Call me on my phone I don't pick it up +I been on my own, baby I been fuckin' up +I don't even know if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck about anything + +[Verse] +Ride till the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop + +[Outro] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me till my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me till my heart stop (Till my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me till my heart stop (Fuck me till my heart stop)42EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hate Me[Intro] +But I know I wanna take you, leave you alone, ayy +Hmmm, hello? + +[Verse 1] +I don't really know where I'm tryna go but I know I wanna take you, yeah +When I'm on the road and I leave you alone I just pray I don't break you, yeah +I was on the phone waitin' in the other room not trying to wake you, yeah +When I'm on my own I'll be sipping Patròn +And I'll be trying to blame you, yeah + +[Chorus] +Now you calling me crazy, girl I know (Girl I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) +Now you calling me crazy, girl I know (Girl I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) + +[Verse 2] +I would give it all back for you right now, I can never forget you +Run away from me, try to run away but I ain't gonna let you +And I can hear my heartbeat sounding like the bass drum +I said baby don't stall with the fucking and the make-ups, nah +I'ma take the long way home +Got a couple hundred missed calls in my phone + +[Chorus] +Now you calling me crazy, girl I know (Girl I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) +Now you calling me crazy, girl I know (Girl I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) +[Verse 3] +But when you tell me that you love me +I put trust in you don't judge me +I'm just going through some shit right now +And I don't wanna let you down +I don't wanna let you down +No, I just wanna leave this town +Sometimes I feel like everyone hates me + +[Outro] +Now you calling me crazy, girl I know (Girl I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) +Now you calling me crazy, girl I know (Girl I know) +When you tell me you hate me (I know that you don't)31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +When I Lie[Intro: Lil Peep & Lil Tracy] +But all they do is try +Woke up on a lonely day +She can’t help but wonder why, yeah +Punk star + +[Chorus] +Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try (All they do is try) +Woke up on a lonely day, she can’t help but wonder why? (But wonder why) +I saw it on her face, she wanna make those fuckers cry (Those fuckers cry) +She ends up in a better place and time when she get high +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +I’m not evil by design, but I feel dead at times (Dead at times) +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +Stick that needle in my eye + +[Verse] +She won’t come with me (Come with me) +She ain’t gonna run with me (Run with me) +Now I’m breaking down again (Now I'm breaking down again) +Blue skies start turning grey, when I tell her that I’m fine (Her that I'm fine) +Ash on the windowpane, can I kiss you on your spine? (Kiss you on your spine) +I watched her walk away, but don’t tell me she ain’t mine (Tell me she ain't mine) +She’s got this little blade and she cuts me when I lie (Cuts me when I lie) +When I lie +Cuts me when I lie +When I lie, yeah +[Chorus] +Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try (All they do is try) +Woke up on a lonely day, she can’t help but wonder why? (But wonder why) +I saw it on her face, she wanna make those fuckers cry (Those fuckers cry) +She ends up in a better place and time when she get high +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +I’m not evil by design, but I feel dead at times (Dead at times) +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +Stick that needle in my eye + +[Outro] +When I lie +Cuts me when I lie +When I lie +Cuts me when I lie +When I lie +Cuts me when I lie +When I lie, yeah28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​driveway[Pre-Chorus] +Leave it in the driveway, bitch, I'm done +Makin' me cry and pull out my gun +I'm gonna shoot this if you run +Blow my brains out just for fun +I can't sleep and I can't eat +The same old shoes still on my feet +The same old grass still on my lawn +But it died since you've been gone + +[Chorus] +Hold on to me +I got one more question +Hold on for me +Did you learn your lesson? + +[Verse] +Lil Bo Peep in the same old jeans +I'm in the same white tee that I wore last week +If she don't love me for my money then she love me for me +Baby, I've been gettin' money so it's easy to see +Every time I spend a hundred she get somethin' for free +All my friends think I'm buggin', she ain't fuckin' with me +Got me thinkin' like it's nothin', she ain't fuckin' with me +But she got me goin' crazy when she fuckin' on me, yeah +[Chorus] +Hold on to me +I got one more question +Hold on for me +Did you learn your lesson? + +[Pre-Chorus] +Leave it in the driveway, bitch, I'm done +Makin' me cry and pull out my gun +I'm gonna shoot this if you run +Blow my brains out just for fun +I can't sleep and I can't eat +The same old shoes still on my feet +The same old grass still on my lawn +But it died since you've been gone + +[Chorus] +Hold on to me +I got one more question +Hold on for me +Did you learn your lesson?28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​​red drop shawty[Intro] +Ch-Charlie Shuffler + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I got drugs in my coat, I put love in my coke +Everywhere I go, hoes wanna give me throat +I got mud, I got blow, I get lonely on my own +'Til my plug hit my phone and yo' bitch give me dome +Back to the drugs, pop a pill, fall in love +With a stripper in the club, I got demons in my mud +Red drop cups, baby, I don't give a fuck +Red drop cups, baby, I don't give a fuck +Coke in her nose and my dick all in her butt +Red drop shawty, baby, I don't give a fuck +Red drop cups, baby, I don't give a fuck +Red drop cups, baby, I don't give a fuck, hell nah + +[Verse: KirbLaGoop] +Two blue pills and they both 30 millis +I be flippin' in the city if I got Bobby and Whitney +I got 2 for the 20, bet they know I get it in +I be flippin' on the 10 with my kin, fuck a friend +7.5. rollin' live 'cause they know that's Westside +In the north 'cross the track, where I ride, where I die +That's why I got it tatted on me, you can see it in my back +Yeah, 100 'til the death and you can hear it in my breath +I'll never ever bend and I'll never ever fold +Stay true, I was told, put a hunna on the stove +I'ma never switch up and I never ever change +My whole life I've been strugglin', I'll forever be the same +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I got drugs in my coat, I put love in my coke +Everywhere I go, hoes wanna give me throat +I got mud, I got blow, I get lonely on my own +'Til my plug hit my phone and yo' bitch give me dome +Back to the drugs, pop a pill, fall in love +With a stripper in the club, I got demons in my mud +Red drop cups, baby, I don't give a fuck +Red drop cups, baby, I don't give a fuck +Coke in her nose and my dick all in her butt +Red drop shawty, baby, I don't give a fuck +Red drop cups, baby, I don't give a fuck +Red drop cups, baby, I don't give a fuck, hell nah + +[Outro] +Ch-Charlie Shuffler28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Downtown[Pre-Chorus] +Everybody wanna ride around town with me +Making money, ridin' 'round downtown with me +Everybody wanna ride around town with me +Making money, ridin' 'round downtown with Peep + +[Chorus] +I be in the backseat, smoking on thrax +"Can I have some cash please?" You don't gotta ask +You don't gotta ask me, she don't gotta ask +Still yelling "free Max B", "free Gucci" +Fuck me in the backseat, baby make it last +I remember last week came too fast +Lil Peep nasty, scratches on the back +But I got racks and she loving on my tats +Making money back + +[Pre-Chorus] +Everybody wanna ride around town with me +Making money, ridin' 'round downtown with me +Everybody wanna ride around town with me +Making money, ridin' 'round downtown with Peep + +[Chorus] +I be in the backseat, smoking on thrax +"Can I have some cash please?" You don't gotta ask +You don't gotta ask me, she don't gotta ask +Still yelling "free Max B", "free Gucci" +Fuck me in the backseat, baby make it last +I remember last week came too fast +Lil Peep nasty, scratches on the back +But I got racks and she loving on my tats +Making money back28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​gucci mane[Intro] +Charlie Shuffler +Cocaine in your bitch brain +Gettin' high since Friday +When my bitch say +No pain when my mind fade +Cold chain +Switchin' lanes, bumpin' Gucci Mane + +[Chorus] +Cocaine in your bitch brain +I make it rain when my bitch say +No pain when my mind fade (When my mind fade) +I've been high since last Friday (Friday) +Dope veins, wear the cold chain +Switchin' lanes, bumpin' Gucci Mane +I don't listen what my friends say +I can't cry, but I'm a Crybaby (I'm a Crybaby) +I can't lie, I might die, baby (Might die, baby) +But as long as I'm alive, we gon' shine, baby (We gon' shine, baby) +Look me in my eyes, baby (In my eyes, baby) +I've been high since last Friday (Friday) + +[Bridge] +I can't drive, but let's ride, baby (Let's ride, baby) +And as long as I'm alive, I'ma die, baby (I'ma die, baby) +Time flies on the highway (Highway) +I've been high since last Friday +[Chorus] +Cocaine in your bitch brain +I make it rain when my bitch say +No pain when my mind fade (When my mind fade) +I've been high since last Friday (Friday) +Dope veins, wear the cold chain +Switchin' lanes, bumpin' Gucci Mane +I don't listen what my friends say +I can't cry, but I'm a Crybaby (I'm a Crybaby) +I can't lie, I might die, baby (Might die, baby) +But as long as I'm alive, we gon' shine, baby (We gon' shine, baby) +Look me in my eyes, baby (In my eyes, baby) +I've been high since last Friday (Friday) + +[Outro] +Charlie Shuffler35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​kisses in the wind[Intro: Lil Tracy & Lil Peep] +Yeah +Hold on a second I'll be right back +GothBoiClique +BeatFiends +Yeah, I'm sipping wine +Hey, pass me the wine bruh +GBC +GothBoiClique +Still out here blowing kisses in the wind, you feel me? (feel me, feel me, feel me) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Blowing kisses in the wind, I'ma show her how I swim +When the lights get dim and the time right +We just met on meeting ends, I could fuck my bitch's friends +I'ma fuck that bitch to death, yeah, her pussy tight (GothBoiClique) +Blowing kisses in the wind, I'ma show her how I swim +When the lights get dim and the time right +We just met on meeting ends, I could fuck my bitch's friends +I'ma fuck that bitch to death, yeah, her pussy tight + +[Verse: Lil Tracy] +I can see the future, I see paparazzi +Bad bitch riding on me, rolling off the molly +That's your girl? Wait, hold up, she ain't let me know it +Instagram, she posting photos just hoping I notice +Step in the club, they tryna get cameras in focus +I'm a vampire, I do not like the light on me +Fuck a friend, fuck a homie, I'm all by my lonely +Kush smoking, wine pouring, at four in the morning +Peep and Tracy, two Mercedes, we race to the castle +No new friends, I feel like Drake, baby, I'm such a asshole +Break the cocaine off the brick and put it in her asshole (Gothboiclique) +Vampire in the moonlight, counting up the pesos +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Blowing kisses in the wind, I'ma show her how I swim +When the lights get dim and the time right +We just met on meeting ends, I could fuck my bitch's friends +I'ma fuck that bitch to death, yeah, her pussy tight +Blowing kisses in the wind, I'ma show her how I swim +When the lights get dim and the time right +We just met on meeting ends, I could fuck my bitch's friends +I'ma fuck that bitch to death, yeah, her pussy tight35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​nose ring[Chorus] +We had all of it planned out +Baby girl, what the fuck is the plan now? (What's the plan now?) +We had all of it planned out +Baby girl, who the fuck is your man now? +We had all of it planned out +Baby girl, what the fuck is the plan now? (What's the plan now?) +We had all of it planned out +Baby girl, who the fuck is your man now? + +[Verse] +Hellboy, baby, I stand out (Stand out) +Go to hell, boy, bitch, I got bands now (Bands now) +I'm about to throw it all away, just to see you today +I tat your name on my face +Love me, baby, it's okay +You don't love me, you in love with the gold chain (Gold chain) +Fuck me, baby, it's okay +All I do is young bitches and cocaine (Cocaine) +Shined up, baby, it is no shame +Watch your bitch throw it back while you're throwin' shade (Throwin' shade) +Lined up, lookin' like Cobain +Drugs drippin' off of my nose ring (Nose ring) +Lil Peep, bitch, I'm a no-name (No-name) +But it's a lot of shit that I don't say (Don't say) +Like I been on my hustle the whole way (Whole way) +I ain't never quittin', there's no way (No way) +I know you see me makin' my own lane (Own lane) +Hellboy killin' the whole game +[Chorus] +We had all of it planned out +Baby girl, what the fuck is the plan now? (What's the plan now?) +We had all of it planned out +Baby girl, who the fuck is your man now? +We had all of it planned out +Baby girl, what the fuck is the plan now? (What's the plan now?) +We had all of it planned out +Baby girl, who the fuck is your man now?41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fingers[Verse] +Everyone hates me, but nobody knows me +Where did the time go, could somebody show me? +Get in the ride slow, you know where I'm going +Back of the club, girl, your feelings are showing +How can I not stare, the way that you're glowing? +I am a nightmare, you don't wanna know me +Running my fingers through your hair +Makes me remember everything, why don't you hate me? + +[Chorus] +I'll be the first there +And I'll be the last there +I'm not gonna last here +I'm not gonna last long +I will be right here +I'll buy you a flight here +I'll give you a night here +We gotta move on + +[Verse] +Everyone hates me, but nobody knows me +Where did the time go, could somebody show me? +Get in the ride slow, you know where I'm going +Back of the club, girl, your feelings are showing +How can I not stare, the way that you're glowing? +I am a nightmare, you don't wanna know me +Running my fingers through your hair +Makes me remember everything, why don't you hate me? +Why don't you hate me? +[Outro] +I'll be the first there +And I'll be the last there +I'm not gonna last here +I'm not gonna last long +I'll be the first there +And I'll be the last there +I'm not gonna last here +I'm not gonna last long38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​its me[Verse: Lil Peep] +When I'm comin' down, the light's real bright +And the noise rings in my head +Did I let you down again? (Did I let you down again?) +If I leave here now, it won't feel right +With somebody else in my bed +And I'm breakin' down again (Breakin' down again) +But if I need to go just to show you +I don't fuckin' care if you don't give a shit 'bout me +At all, you little bitch, that's cool with me +So act like you don't know +That I don't fuckin' stare at anybody else +The way I do, when it's only me and you + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +You notice me +You notice me +You notice me +You notice me +You know it's me +You know it's me +You know it's me +You know it's me +It's me + +[Outro: Lacey Sturm] +My arms are searchin' for you +My arms are outstretched towards you +I feel you on my finger tips +My tongue dances behind my lips, for you38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +White Girl[Intro] +Now you want me, took a lot to make you want me now +Now you want me, took a lot to make you want me now +Now you want me, took a lot to make you want me now +Now you want me now (Ayy) + +[Bridge] +She don't love me, she just love how I feel +I'ma fuck her till I know that she real +I don't love her but I love how I feel +When I fuck her and she make me a meal (For real) + +[Verse] +Told her: "Baby, I'm the type to get faded" +And I know that she like that I'm famous (You love it) +I ain't trying to make this shit complicated (Nah) +We only came because we both getting naked + +[Chorus] +White girl on me, I got cocaine +Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break +Same clique with me at the night show +I was in the back then, now I got a light show +White girl on me, I got cocaine +Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break +Same clique with me at the night show +I was in the back then, now I got a light show +[Bridge] +She don't love me, she just love how I feel +I'ma fuck her till I know that she real +I don't love her but I love how I feel +When I fuck her and she make me a meal (For real) + +[Verse] +Told her: "Baby, I'm the type to get faded" +And I know that she like that I'm famous (You love it) +I ain't trying to make this shit complicated (Nah) +We only came because we both getting naked + +[Bridge] +Told her: "Baby, I'm the type to get faded" +And I know that she like that I'm famous +I don't love her but I love how I feel +When I fuck her and she make me a meal + +[Chorus] +White girl on me, I got cocaine +Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break +Same clique with me at the night show +I was in the back then, now I got a light show +White girl on me, I got cocaine +Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break +Same clique with me at the night show +I was in the back then, now I got a light show32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​give u the moon[Intro: Sample from It's a Wonderful Life] +What is it you want, Mary? +What do you want? +You, you want the Moon? +Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down +Hey. That’s a pretty good idea +I’ll give you the Moon, Mary +I'll take it + +[Chorus] +Baby, I could give you the Moon +You know he can't do what I do, yeah, It's true +Girl, I think I'm dyin' real soon +We could die in my room, me and you +Baby, I could give you the Moon +You know he can't do what I do, yeah, It's true +Girl, I think I'm dyin' real soon +We could die in my room, me and you + +[Verse] +I'ma keep you in mind +While I drive right by +Say goodbye to the nice guy +I'm wastin' my time +Givin' you rhymes +You gotta give me a dime +Before I do that again +And I ain't trippin', I'm high +In the trunk of the Benz +Is where my women reside +Where my women will die +I ain't got no friends +And I don't listen to y'all +I'm equipped for the fall +And the winter and all +When the summer come +I'ma have enough to get the fuck out +I could buy a truck and +Drive that motherfuckin' truck out (Skrr) +Tryna buy luck +If you don't die that means you lucked out +I ain't tryna fuck +I see the Moon and bug the fuck out +[Outro: Sample from It's a Wonderful Life] +Mary, I know what I’m going to do tomorrow and the next day and the next year and the year after that +I’m shaking the dust of this crummy little town off my feet and I’m going to see the world +Italy, Greece, the Parthenon, the Coliseum. Then I’m coming back here and I’ll go to college and see what they know and then I’m going to build things +I’m going to build air fields. I’m going to build skyscrapers a hundred stories high +I’m going to build bridges a mile long. Well, are you going to throw a rock? +Hey, that’s pretty good. What’d you wish, Mary?18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​your eyes[Intro] +Lately I've been flexin' hard on my ex +Baby, I've been leanin' hard on this tech +I can see the scars on your neck +I can see the stars in your— + +[Chorus] +Lately I've been flexin' hard on my ex +Baby, I've been leanin' hard on this Tech +I can see the scars on your neck +And I can see the stars in your eyes +Right now, you're the only thing on my mind +Got me rollin', sippin', smokin' dope, just to get me high +Baby, I've been tryin' hard to get by +Babygirl tryin' hard just to get fly for me + +[Verse] +She would die for me, ride for me +Spend a night with me, don't fight with me +She in the Beamer with me, two-seater with me +Say she love me 'cause I know that's what she needed from me (Yeah) +My bitch bleeding for me, she never cheated on me +She wanna fuck with me forever when she fuckin' on me +Come and fuck with me, baby, I ain't fuckin' for free +Come and fuck with me, baby, come and fuck with the G + +[Chorus] +Lately I've been flexin' hard on my ex +Baby, I've been leanin' hard on this Tech (This Tech) +I can see the scars on your neck +And I can see the stars in your eyes +Right now you're the only thing on my mind +Got me rollin', sippin', smokin' dope, just to get me high +Baby, I've been tryin' hard to get by +Babygirl tryin' hard just to get fly20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Keep My Coo[Intro] +B-B-Big Los on the track, boy + +[Chorus] +I could keep my cool under pressure (Under pressure) +Clouds of that loud like the weather +Show-show-showtime, bitch, Kiki Shepard (Kiki Shepard) +If I didn't like you then, then I ain't gon' like you never (Like you never) +I could keep my cool under pressure (Under pressure) +You-you could keep your cool, but it take you twice the effort (Twice the effort) +She cannot keep your cool, and you let her (And you let her) +I could keep my cool while I’m eating lemon pepper (Lemon pepper) + +[Post-Chorus] +I could, I could, I could, uh, uh + +[Verse 1] +I could keep my cool under pressure like a fool (Like a fool) +Eatin' lemon pepper with a leopard, playin' pool +Damn, my man a Cheetah, no, my man a cougar +I don't put tobacco in my motherfuckin' hookah +Just straight sativa, motherfuck a Dutch +Motherfuck a twenty gram doobie with a crutch +When it come to that stuff, I cannot get enough +So I’m strictly smokin' wax, 'cause that kush gettin' tax, damn +Catch me smokin' dabs with your dad, why you mad, bitch? +Sad boys, money gang, I need me a sad bitch +My life ain't lavish, I ain't never had shit +I'm quick to take that dollar from your wallet if you have it +I be playin' Madden, smokin' weed and rappin' +Ain't no haters 'round him, on my throne laughin' +Lil Peep spazzin', skeetin' on your mattress +Creepin' through the night time, blood on my classics +[Chorus] +I could keep my cool under pressure (Under pressure) +Clouds of that loud like the weather +Show-show-showtime, bitch, Kiki Shepard (Kiki Shepard) +If I didn't like you then, then I ain't gon' like you never (Like you never) +I could keep my cool under pressure (Under pressure) +You could keep your cool, but it take you twice the effort (Twice the effort) +She can't keep your cool, and you let her (And you let her) +I could keep my cool while I’m eating lemon pepper (Lemon pepper) + +[Post-Chorus] +I could, I could, I could, I could + +[Verse 2] +She said, "Why you got so many tattoos?" +So when your daddy see me out, he know I'm bad news +She said, "Why you always wear them black boots?" +'Cause the blood don't show, ho +I cannot, and I will not ever be stuck +It's just a short amount of time before your somethin' is nothin' +You've gotta do what you can do, for the public +Gon' have to end the discussion, I hear the police comin' +I could smell them from a block away, aroma like bacon +They'd be jealous of the dirty money people be makin' +So then they point their finger blamin' but the judge is mistaken +Was that money for the takin'? 'Cause I witnessed them take it +But you ain't got no damn wallet, just a pocket of dust +And the lawyer they provided you will quickly choke up +And what you gon' do then? Spend your life in the pen'? +Because the cops are corrupt, are you gon' call up your man? (Damn) +[Chorus] +I could keep my cool under pressure (Under pressure) +Clouds of that loud like the weather +Show-show-showtime, bitch, Kiki Shepard (Kiki Shepard) +I ain't gon' like you never, I said +I could keep my cool under pressure (Under pressure) +You could keep your cool, but it take you twice the effort (Twice the effort) +She can't keep your cool, and you let her (Let her) +I could keep my cool while I’m eating lemon pepper + +[Outro] +Lemon Pepper +Twice the effort, under pressure +Twice the effort, under pressure62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​falling 4 me[Chorus] +Hold me, I can't breathe +I don't wanna die, I don't wanna OD +Cup full of lean, pure codeine +Ten lines deep, now I can't see +I don't wanna be this way for good +I don't wanna live the way I should +Born in the 'burbs, but I'm big in the hood +Tell me that I can't, but I know that I could + +[Post-Chorus] +I can hear you callin' to me (Yeah) +I can see you're fallin' for me (Yeah) + +[Bridge] +I can hear you callin' to me (Yeah) +I can see you're fallin' for me (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Hold me, I can't breathe +I don't wanna die, I don't wanna OD +Cup full of lean, pure codeine +Ten lines deep, now I can't see +I don't wanna be this way for good +I don't wanna live the way I should +Born in the 'burbs, but I'm big in the hood +Tell me that I can't, but I know that I could22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​angeldust[Verse] +I'ma take my time when I'm in it +(I'ma take my time when I'm in it) +I'ma make my mind up by tonight +(I'ma make my mind up by tonight) +No, I can't die when I'm singin' +(No, I really can't die when I'm singin') +I could live forever, way past the mic +(I could live forever, way past the mic) + +[Chorus] +These eyes have seen the strangest things +Passin' by, no one noticed my angel wings +Gettin' high 'cause my life don't mean shit to me +Ask me why I might sing you a symphony +These eyes have seen the strangest things +Passin' by, no one noticed my angel wings +Gettin' high 'cause my life don't mean shit to me +Ask me why I might sing you a symphony +[Outro: Sample from The Omen] +Look at me Damien +It's all for you33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Honestly[Chorus] +Do you remember when we were both sixteen? +You had that shallow heart and I had those big dreams +And I'd do anything that you would ask from me +I would blow my brains out just for you +And honestly, to tell you the truth +I'd still blow my brains out just for you + +[Verse] +Do you remember when you didn't care 'bout me? +Now I'm your everything and I've got you on your knees +I got this little problem, I might make you bleed +"So what's the problem?" she said, "Baby, make me scream!" +I would blow my brains out just for you +And honestly, to tell you the truth +I'd still blow my brains out just for you + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Chorus] +Do you remember when we were both sixteen? +You had that shallow heart and I had those big dreams +And I'd do anything that you would ask from me +I would blow my brains out just for you +And honestly, to tell you the truth +I'd still blow my brains out just for you28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Told Ya Freestyle[Verse] +Oh yeah, I told ya +I do it for my soldier +I can show ya, some dough ya +But then you lose your focus when I told ya, it's over +She call my Motorola like a ho, ya, I told ya +These bitches wanna fuck in they Corolla, Corona +I'm sippin' and I'm smokin, I'm a stoner, I told ya +I need a couple pounds of marijuana, for the roll up +You know us boys, we smokin' on the Cobra's, I told ya +You know us boys, we smokin' on the Boners, no homo +I'm ballin' like a broker, but I'm broker, I told ya +I'm feelin' like the Joker, get your throat cut, I told ya +I'm shootin' bitches with my super soaker, I told ya +I'm swervin' up the curb in that Rover, I told ya +Your flow so absurd, bitch, I know it, I told ya +One verse, goes for a bird, bitch, I blow it, I told ya +I'm geeked up like a nerd, writin' these poems, I told ya +I'm geeked up like a nerd writin' these— + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Verse] +Oh yeah, I told ya +I do it for my soldier +I can show ya, some dough ya +But then you lose your focus when I told ya, it's over +She call my Motorola like a ho, ya, I told ya +These bitches wanna fuck in they Corolla, Corona +I'm sippin' and I'm smokin, I'm a stoner, I told ya +I need a couple pounds of marijuana, for the roll up +You know us boys, we smokin' on the Cobra's, I told ya +You know us boys, we smokin' on the Boners, no homo +I'm ballin' like a broker, but I'm broker, I told ya +I'm feelin' like the Joker, get your throat cut, I told ya +I'm shootin' bitches with my super soaker, I told ya +I'm swervin' up the curb in that Rover, I told ya +Your flow so absurd, bitch, I know it, I told ya +One verse, goes for a bird, bitch, I blow it, I told ya +I'm geeked up like a nerd, writin' these poems, I told ya +I'm geeked up like a nerd writin' these—16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​the last thing i wanna do[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +GothBoiClique +Yeah, oh, oh +Yeah, yeah +Lil Peep, Hellboy, GBC + +[Chorus] +I know it's cold outside +But the last thing I wanna do is let you in +Baby, you know I'm right (Know I'm right) +We really fucked up this time (Fucked up this time) +All of the nights I spent without you +Thinkin' about how you're with him +Baby, you know I'm right (Know I'm right) +We really fucked up this time (Fucked up this time) + +[Bridge] +I'm too young to understand (I'm too young to understand) +I'm too young to understand, that's what you said to me (That's what you said to me) +Blood drips down, falls from my hand (Blood drips down, falls from my hand) +Blood drips down, falls from my hand, you never bled for me + +[Chorus] +I know it's cold outside +But the last thing I wanna do is let you in +Baby you know I'm right (Know I'm right) +We really fucked up this time (Fucked up this time) +All of the nights I spent without you +Thinkin' about how you're with him +Baby, you know I'm right (Know I'm right) +We really fucked up this time (Fucked up this time) +[Outro] +I know it's cold outside +But the last thing I wanna do is let you in +Baby, you know I'm right +We really fucked up this time +All of the nights I spent without you +Thinkin' about how you're with him +Baby, you know I'm right +We really fucked up this time34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​​interlude[Verse] +Two racks on my new shoes +Why the fuck I do that? +Tell me, why the fuck do I do that? +Two racks on some Gucci shoes +Why the fuck do I do that? +Tell 'em why the fuck I do that +Who's that with you in the room? +Why the fuck do you do that? +Tell me, why the fuck do you do that? +Girl, you know that I'ma die real soon +Why the fuck do you do that? +Tell me, why the fuck do you do that? + +[Chorus] +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +She just want me for the coke drip, damn +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +She just want me for the coke drip +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +Gimme a break, gimme a break +[Bridge] +Gimme a break from all this bullshit +Gimme a break from all this bullshit + +[Verse] +Two racks on my new shoes +Why the fuck I do that? +Tell me, why the fuck do I do that? +Two racks on some Gucci shoes +Why the fuck do I do that? +Tell 'em why the fuck I do that +Who's that with you in the room? +Why the fuck do you do that? +Tell me, why the fuck do you do that? +Girl, you know that I'ma die real soon +Why the fuck do you do that? +Tell me, why the fuck do you do that? + +[Outro] +Fuck...31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tears[Intro] +You were nothing more to me +Than when you loved me in my dreams +Still dreamin' about you +You know I'm crazy about you +You know I'm crazy about you +Yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +I remember the first time +Baby, this is the last time +You were nothing more to me +Than when you loved me in my dreams +Still dreamin' about you +You know I'm crazy about you +There is nothing more to me than you +I died that day you left my room in tears + +[Verse] +This is the last time +Me and you are a past time +Both wish this didn't have to end like... +This is the last time +Me and you are a past time +And I know that you and I both +Wish this didn't have to end like this +But, it's that time +Put the kid on the map time +I just finished the last line +Can't believe it's the last night, the last fight with you +[Chorus] +I remember the first time +Baby, this is the last time +You were nothing more to me +Then when you loved me in my dreams +Still dreamin' about you +You know I'm crazy about you +There is nothing more to me than you +I died that day you left my room in tears21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stop the Car[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I told her stop the car +I gotta say something +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again +I told her stop the car +I gotta say something +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +And if I don't break your heart +And if you don't break my heart +I can feel the passion from the start +Girl, it's your life, baby, I just wanna play a part +Real GothBois like it in the dark, real GothBois like it in the dark +I can feel the passion from the start +Ever since I met her I don't wanna be apart from her +And if I don't break your heart +And if you don't break my heart +I can feel the passion from the start +Girl, it's your life, baby, I just wanna play a part +Real GothBois like it in the dark, real GothBois like it in the dark +I can feel the passion from the start +Ever since I met her I don't wanna be apart from her +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I told her stop the car +I gotta say something +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again +I told her stop the car +I gotta say something +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again + +[Verse 2: Horse Head] +So I stopped the car, I don't need nobody +Just the cracks of my heart, I've been feelin' lonely +Silver chains in my heart, I've been caught up +Just take me away I give it all up +So I left the scene, heart beatin' so loud +Why you runnin' away? I need you right now +Silver chains in my heart, like I was so down, like I was so down +Like I was so down +So I stopped the car, I don't need nobody +Just the cracks of my heart, I've been feelin' lonely +Silver chains in my heart, I've been caught up +Just take me away I give it all up +So I left the scene, heart beatin' so loud +Why you running away? I need you right now +Silver chains in my heart, like I was so down, like I was so down +Like I was so down +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I told her stop the car +I gotta say something +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again +I told her stop the car +I gotta say something +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again...16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Liar[Intro] +I've been through a lot boy (Punk star) +I've been through a lot boy +I ain't gonna stop boy +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat +I ain't gonna stop boy, yeah +Always runnin' from the cops, boy +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) +Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy) +We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy) +You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?) +Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) +Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy) +We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy) +Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi) + +[Verse] +Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets) +Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me) +Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her) +You couldn't even buy her the purse (Nah) +Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?) +I just want some money for my mother (Damn) +This ain't a competition (Nah) +Please listen (Yeah) +Hold up, listen to me, right? +I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen) +But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches) +'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas) +And they are not like you at all +And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it +I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah +That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah) +Yeah, yeah, damn +[Chorus] +Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) +Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy) +We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy) +You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?) +Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) +Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy) +We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy) +Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi) + +[Outro] +You ain't on the block, boy +Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah +You hot, boy? +That ain't smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy +And for what? +You're diggin' ya own grave +You're diggin' ya own grave, yeah27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tonight[Intro] +The dreams +I remember my dreams +ColdWorldGang + +[Verse] +If I had one night, I would spend it with you (Spend it with you) +I need help, real soon I'ma die in my room (Die in my room) +You wanna come fly too, gettin' high as the moon (As the moon) +I might spread my wings tonight (Spread my wings tonight) +I’m gon' pack my things tonight +Phone's gon' ring tonight +Hear the angels sing tonight (Hear the angels sing tonight) +No matter what you bring tonight +I'm gon' win the fight +Peep gon' make it right (Peep gon' make it right) +Passin' time, gettin' high in the candle light +Gettin' mine, I be flyin', you can stand aside +But a heart wanna die, I never live my life +You can see it in my eyes, that I can't decide +Fucked up, but my heart still beats for you +Broken heart, can't breathe in the weight of the room +Now I'm faced with the test of forgettin' you +Got the whole club packed, try gettin' through10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​drugz[Intro] +Yeah, I do them drugs +I don't give a fuck what you think +I got blood, I got mud +I got bud, I got drank +Only do it for the pain, it be fuckin' up my brain +I don't really give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, mane, ayy (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I do them drugs +I don't give a fuck what you think +I got blood, I got mud +I got bud, I got drank +Only do it for the pain, it be fuckin' up my brain +I don't really give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, mane, ayy + +[Verse] +I fly by in a hoop, don't shoot +My group don't do that goop like I do +I tell 'em, "That's cool", I got no rules, they makin' moves like I do +I don't eat food, but I take blues and I make news like five do +Get in my room, lil' bitch, I'm rude but they can't do what I do + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I do them drugs +I don't give a fuck what you think +I got blood, I got mud +I got bud, I got drank +Only do it for the pain, it be fuckin' up my brain +I don't really give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, mane, ayy17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​the pull off[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Ice cold glass of dope (Ice cold glass of dope) +Fuck around and crash the boat (Fuck around and crash the boat) +I feel like I'm past it ho (I feel like I'm past it ho) +I just want the ass and go (I just want the ass and go) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Gimme that body, I'ma put it on mine +I got a 12 gauge shotty with my name on the side +When I pull up to the party all these bitches gon' run +I been going so retarded that I might lose my mind + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Schemaposse in this ho and you can tell by the vibe +You don't want to find out that we got nothing to hide +I'm a mosh pit God, I got black on my eyes +Break a bad bitch spine cause my... +I'ma pull up on you tonight +I'ma let you know how I feel (How I feel) +Maybe we can have one last fight (Last fight) +I ain't trippin' I'm just keepin' it real +I'ma pull off in that Lamborghini Murcielago +I wasn't lying when I said +"They can't go to the place that I go" + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +She said, "Am I going to hell?" +One look in my eyes she could tell +She said, "Am I going to hell?" +One look in my eyes she could tell +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Gimme that body, I'ma put it on mine +I got a 12 gauge shotty with my name on the side +When I pull up to the party all these bitches gon' run +I been going so retarded that I might lose my mind + +[Beat Switch] + +[Verse 3: Ghostemane] +Cut 'em up thin, cut 'em up thick +Pullin' up to the dope, that 9TD +Blood on my sink, blood on my feet +Throw my body bag to the bottom of the trash heap +I'm a creep, so they don't believe me +Only thing I really wanna be is 6 feet deep +When I wake in the AM +All I can feel is a satire of the desire to breathe + +[Verse 4: Ghostemane] +They told me the sign of the sparkle +A part of me accepted the sign of the night +I bought you the biggest bottle of Bacardi +And laced it up with cyanide +Fucking with nothing but mosh pits and rolling dope +Watch out while everyone dies +Schema the posse, a posse of demons +You'll see when you look in my eyes7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +AQUAFINA[Intro] +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Molly in my Aquafina (Water) +Red bottoms, she a diva (Diva, diva) +But the legs on that bitch evil (Evil) +Look at them legs on that bitch, evil +Molly in my Aquafina (In my Aquafina, yeah) +Bitch, I look like Wiz Khalifa +Off the meds, I see dead people (I see dead people, I see dead people) +Xans got me seein' dead people (Dead people) + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Over top, bitch, I read people (Bitch, I read people) +Getting top, I get head, people (I get head, people) +Who would've thought I got some money (I got some money) +Look what I bought, bih, my money jumpin' (My money jumpin') +Boyfriend got twenty dollars (Twenty dollars, boyfriend) +Yeah, I used to have twenty dollars (Twenty dollars, twenty dollars) +Now I got twenty problems (Twenty problems) +Now I'm 20, fuckin' twenty models (Twenty models) +Twenty models, I mean twenty bottles +Twenty bottles, I mean twenty models (Twenty models) +Twenty bottles, of them red bottoms (Red bottoms) +Twenty bottles, of the Henny bottles (Of the Henny bottles) +[Chorus: Lil Peep and Rich The Kid] +Molly in my Aquafina (Water) +Red bottoms, she a diva (Diva, diva) +But the legs on that bitch evil (Evil) +Look at them legs on that bitch, evil +Molly in my Aquafina (In my Aquafina, yeah) +Bitch, I look like Wiz Khalifa +Off the meds, I see dead people (I see dead people, yeah) +Xans got me seein' dead people (What's happenin'?, dead people) + +[Verse 2: Rich The Kid] +What? +Blue hunnids, chasin' dead people (Hunnids) +Yeah (Yeah), old hunnids, I mean Ben Franklins (Ben Franks) +She get a bag and she perfect (She perfect) +I'ma take her back, ain't worth it (Bitch) +Still on a Xan', 'bout to fall asleep (Xan') +Baby mama, she keep callin' me (Brr) +I keep 'em way out that trap house (Trap house) +Diamonds boxin', gettin' knocked out (Yeah) +Fuck her hard, knock her socks off (Socks off) +New foreign wanna pop out (Skrrt) +Water, splash, Aquafina (Woo) +Way too much cheese, like Mama Mia (Cheese) +Shittin' on niggas like diarrhea (Yeah) +I don't want the pussy, could never eat her (Woo) +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Molly in my Aquafina (Water) +Red bottoms, she a diva (Diva, diva) +But the legs on that bitch evil (Evil) +Look at them legs on that bitch, evil +Molly in my Aquafina (In my Aquafina, yeah) +Bitch, I look like Wiz Khalifa +Off the meds, I see dead people (I see dead people, I see dead people) +Xans got me seein' dead people (Dead people)25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fangirl[Intro: Lil Tracy & BetterOffDead] +Bitch I feel like Fish Narc +BetterOffDead Nigga + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Callin', shawty callin’, why you call girl? +She can't understand me, she a fan girl (Nah) +Big bands, gettin' big bands, but it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?) +Tracy keep a full clip (Krah) +Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I’m made to (Like I'm made to) +Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you) +Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (Nah) +GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta' will mop you (Pff) + +[Verse: Gab3 & Lil Peep] +Now I'm feeling like a boss when I walk through +Yeah, I'm hangin’ out with Goth, and the thot too +Now you’re someone I do not wanna talk to (I don't wanna talk to) +No, I could never love a bop, that is not true +I got diamonds on my ring, and my Glock too +Yeah, my diamonds go insane on my watch too +She was doing cocaine in the bathroom +Now she doing more K in the back room +He don’t mob with the gang, though +Yeah, I'm ridin' with the bankroll +Rolling with the TEC like I'm Draco +I’m with the Jack pourin' lean in my Faygo (Faygo) +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Callin', shawty callin', why you call girl? +She can't understand me, she a fan girl (Nah) +Big bands, gettin' big bands, but it come with a whole lotta bullshit (What?) +Tracy keep a full clip (Krah) +Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (Like I'm made to) +Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (Like I hate you) +Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (Nah) +GothBoi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta' will mop you (Pff)26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​pick me up[Intro: Lil Peep] +Pick me up, pick me up and drive around +Pick me up, pick me up, and leave this town +Pistol on my side when she not around +Bitch I, bitch I wanna die when you throw it down + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Pick me up, pick me up and drive around +Pick me up, pick me up, and leave this town +Pistol on my side when she not around +Bitch I, bitch I wanna die when you throw it down + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +She said she ain't never comin' back +She ain't never comin' back +I ain't never comin' back bitch +Now they wanna put me on a track +Can't put me on a track +Can I put you on my tracklist? +I'd rather watch you bleed to death +(I'd rather watch you bleed to death) +Than, see you leave just like the rest +(See you leave just like the rest) +Damn + +[Interlude: Jeffrey Dahmer] +It made me feel like they were a permanent part of me, besides the mere curiosity of what it would be... +[Verse 2: Yung Goth] +Lately, I've been dyin' lately +I've been dyin' lately, I've been dyin' lately +Lately, lately, lately, I've been dyin' lately +I've been dyin' lately, I've been dyin' lately +Lately, lately, I've been dyin' lately +Gettin' high lately, gettin' high lately +Lately, baby, please don’t worry, baby +Always tryna blame me, you ain't tryna save me +Save me, lately, gettin' high, tasty +Now I'm on that lame shit, I've been dyin' lately +Lately, baby + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Pick me up, pick me up and drive around +Pick me up, pick me up, and leave this town +Pistol on my side when she's not around +Bitch I, bitch I wanna die when you throw it down + +[Outro: Lil Peep] +She said she ain't never comin' back +She ain't never comin' back +I ain't never comin' back bitch17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hair Dye (Dead)[Chorus] +She makes the boys stare at her legs +It's not that I don't care, I swear you're all in my head +Playing with your hair, laying in my bed +I got some drugs on the nightstand, I feel dead + +[Post-Chorus] +I know you're praying for me +I hope you wait for me, too +I know you're praying for me +I hope you wait for me + +[Verse] +Baby, it's no fair, girl, I'm a mess +If you drive by, won't you stop there and give me a kiss +I remember your blonde hair +I remember your black hair +I remember your red hair from last fall +I can’t forget about anything at all + +[Chorus] +She makes the boys stare at her legs +It's not that I don't care, I swear you're all in my head +Playing with your hair, laying in my bed +I got some drugs on the nightstand, I feel dead +[Post-Chorus] +I know you're praying for me +I hope you wait for me, too +I know you're praying for me +I hope you wait for me18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +HomecomingPart One + +[Verse: LiL PEEP & Killstation] +One more night alone (One more night alone) +Heaven, I'm coming home (Heaven, I'm coming home) +One more night on the road (One more night on the road) +But I'll be gone before I get back home (I'll be gone before I get back home) +One more night alone (One more night alone) +Heaven, I'm coming home (Heaven, I'm coming home) +One more night on the road (One more night on the road) +Know she love it when I come back home (When I come back home) +One more night alone (One more night alone) +Heaven, I'm coming home (Heaven, I'm coming home) +One more night on the road (One more night on the road) +But I'll be gone before I get back home (I'll be gone before I get back home) +One more night alone (One more night alone) +Heaven, I'm coming home (Heaven, I'm coming home) +One more night on the road (One more night on the road) +Know she love it when I come back home (she love it when I come back home) +She love it when I come back home +Part Two + +[Verse 1: JGRXXN] +Five to your motherfucking face +JGRXXN don't give a damn +Who got niggas on the way +Bring the mask out +For the cash out mane +You know I'm on the scene +Wit the wit the Ghostemane +[Verse 2: Ghostemane] +I am so sick of talking, I'd rather be showin ya +To the bottom of the ocean and tie you up in a sunken boat +And now I am a schema, I scheme with Peep in the Beamer +Then crash it into a tree with you in the trunk then I flee the scene + +[Verse 3: Kold-Blooded] +So watch da Hidden Characters +Tearing through any barrier +You can feel the aura +Engulfing your whole exterior +Inferior, period +Tell me, Why you so serious? +When Kold Akuma unleashes +Clear out the whole damn area +Once the Posse strikes fear in ya +Never will you hear from them +Try and deny it +Defiance +Only option reasonable +Leavin' em all bleeding +All-season +Deed is always feasible +Contagious diseases +You been infected by da SchemaBoys +Part Three + +[Verse 1: OmenXIII] +You a fuck boy swerve, bitch I'm finna murder +Leave your name in the dirt and your ashes in the urn +OmenXIII leave you hurt, black-painted nails, with a all black shirt +You think you up next, I don't rest, I'm the best, no contest bitch better wait your turn + +[Verse 2: Brennan Savage] +Pull up with my brothers you know that's a fact +Man we don't know how to act +All in this bitch and we making a pact +Eliminate anyone else walking up in our path +Talking that shit behind all of our backs +Sipping 'tusson and calling it an act +I'm the man in the mirror looking back +Wasn't no one now I'm on the track + +[Chorus: Ghostemane & Brennan Savage] +I don't wanna count sheep no more +I don't wanna lose sleep no more +Only thing that I need is a little bit of cognac +I don't wanna hate no more +I don't wanna count sheep no more +I don't wanna lose sleep no more +Only thing that I need is a little bit of cognac +I don't wanna hate no more +[Outro: Killstation] +One more night alone (One more night alone) +Heaven, I'm coming home (Heaven, I'm coming home) +One more night alone (One more night alone) +Heaven, I'm coming home (Heaven, I'm coming home)22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​shame on u[Intro] +Hold my breath +Let the tide do all the rest (Ahh) +What if life comes after death? (Ahh) +Grab my knife, find out myself (Ahh, ahh) +Haardtek + +[Verse] +Cut my ties and hold my breath (Breath) +Let the tide do all the rest (Rest) +What if life comes after death? (What) +Grab my knife, find out myself (-Self) +All the nights I spent on you (On you) +All the lights inside my room (My room) +Saw the fights that we saw through (Sought through) +Fool me twice, put the blame on you, yeah +(Cut my ties and hold my breath) +(Let the tide do all the rest) +(What if life comes after death?) +Grab my knife, find out myself +All the nights I spent on you +All the lights inside my room +Saw the fights that we sought through +Fool me twice, that's shame on you + +[Outro] +Where did you go this time? (This time) +What if I lose my mind? (My mind) +What if I make you cry? (Cry) +What if I die? +What if I end my fuckin' life?19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +PRINCESS[Intro] +How could I forget about you? +How could I forget about you? +How could I forget about you? +(Send me one text, so I can get some rest) +Yah +Forget about you? +I don't know what I'd do without you +Lonely sunsets without my princess +(Ripped jeans, big screens, bad bitch and she 18) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +(She could be my lady, yeah) + +[Chorus] +How could I forget about you? (What?) +I don't know what I'd do without you (GBC) +Lonely sunsets without my princess +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess (Without my princess) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest (I can get some) +How could I forget about you? +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess (Without my princess) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +[Bridge] +Send me one text, send me one text (One text) +Send me one text, send me one text (One text) +One text (One text) +One text (One text) + +[Verse] +How could I forget about you? (How?) +Never doubt me, I'll never doubt you (Never doubt you) +I don't go out without you (Without you) +I don't wanna leave the house without you +I don't do shit without you (I don't do shit) +And you know I ain't shit without you +Lonely sunsets, lonely sunrise (Yeah) +Wishin' I was lookin' in your eyes + +[Chorus] +How could I forget about you? +I don't know what I'd do without you +Lonely sunsets without my princess (Without my princess) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess (Without my princess) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess (Without my princess) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +[Outro] +You can get undressed, bitch20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Text Me[Intro: Lil Peep] +Sheesh, la, la, la +She said, "Why you never text me? +Ever since you left me" +She said, "How could you forget me?" +She said, "Why you never text me?" + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +She said, "Why you never text me? (Text me) +Ever since you left me" (Ever since you left me) +She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?) +She said, "Why you never text me?" Ah (Why you never text me?) +Baby, come and bless me (Baby, come and bless me) +My baby think I'm sexy (Baby think I’m sexy) +She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me? Yeah) +She said, "Why you never text me?", ah (Why you never text me?) + +[Verse: Young Era] +She said, "Why you never text?" (She said, "Why you never text?") +You used to go around and flex me (Used to go around and flex) +Come around and stress me (Come around and stress me) +That shit don't impress me (Oh) +I'm the only one that knows you’re a freak +See, I know you better than you think +Always hit my line, like, "We should link," oh, I +Don't go around and checkin' on me +Go, baby, they've got nothing on me +I told you you'd be coming back +Now you want me back, but baby, I don't fuck with that +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Young Era] +She said, "Why you never text me? (Text me) +Ever since you left me" (Ever since you left me, Yeah, but baby, I don't fuck with that) +She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me?) +She said, "Why you never text me?" (Why you never text me? Yeah, but baby, I don't fuck with that), ah +Now you come and bless me (Come and bless me) +My baby think I’m sexy (Baby think I’m sexy, Yeah, but baby, I don't fuck with that) +She said, "How could you forget me?" (How could you forget me? Yeah) +She said, "Why you never text me?" (Why you never text me?), ah + +[Outro: Lil Peep] +She said, "Why you never text me? +Ever since you left me" (La, la) +She said, "Why you never text me? +Ever since you left me" +Sheesh +How could you forget m- ah, run it back27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​vibe[Verse] +I been spendin' time, time after time +Tryna get my mind right but I just find I been lyin' +Lyin' to myself, I don't need your help +I been just fine on my own, baby, I could handle mine +I could multiply, I could satisfy +Anybody tryna see me shine, man, that's just the way I grind +I been on my grind, you been on my line +That's the reason why I been workin' hard, you could stand aside + +[Chorus] +I could never die, I got too much pride +That's why she always cryin' to me, I'll live forever through my vibe +I can never die, I got too much pride +That's why she always cryin' to me, I'll live forever through my vibe + +[Outro] +That's why she always cryin' to me, I'll live forever through my vibe +That's why she always cryin' to me, I'll live forever through my vibe16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +M.O.S. [battery full][Chorus] +Big things comin', Schema Boys thuggin' +It's the posse, bitch, we runnin' shit and no, it ain't nothin' +Maxed out, shawty, now my battery full +I got plenty more to go, find me back at the show +I got plenty more to roll, I ain't done with you, ho +I'ma slit your fuckin' throat, I ain't done with you, bro +Now I'm in my fuckin' mode, bitch, leave me alone +Bet the boys got my back, I ain't schemin' alone + +[Bridge] +I can't feel my own fuckin' face, help +I can't feel my own fuckin' face +I can't feel my own fuckin' face, help +I can't feel my own fuckin' face +I can't feel my own fuckin' face, help +I can't feel my own fuckin' face +I can't feel my own fuckin' face, help +I can't feel my own fuckin' face + +[Chorus] +Big things comin', Schema Boys thuggin' +It's the posse, bitch, we runnin' shit and no, it ain't nothin' +Maxed out, shawty, now my battery full +I got plenty more to go, find me back at the show +I got plenty more to roll, I ain't done with you, ho +I'ma slit your fuckin' throat, I ain't done with you, bro +Now I'm in my fuckin' mode, bitch, leave me alone +Bet the boys got my back, I ain't schemin' alone13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​move on, be strong[Intro] +Real Trap Shit + +[Chorus] +Move on, I'm gone, baby, I'm not comin' back, nah +Be strong, you're wrong, girl, I'm not comin' back +I'd kill for you, I'd die for you, but I'm not coming back +Blood spilled for you, I get high for you, and your new man's fuckin' wack (I'm not comin' back) + +[Riff] +I'm not comin' back +Move on +Be strong +Be strong +I'm not comin' back + +[Interlude] +(I... I...I love you) + +[Chorus] +Move on, I'm gone baby, I'm not comin' back, nah +Be strong, you're wrong, girl, I'm not comin' back +I'd kill for you, I'd die for you, but I'm not coming back +Blood spilled for you, I get high for you, and your new man's fuckin' wack (I'm not comin' back)25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​come around[Verse] +I can't feel that much sometimes +These drugs gon' kill me, yeah +Disappear into my mind where I can't feel a thing +When the sky falls down, and no one here can think that clearly +I'll be by your side, let's get high, just one last time +I don't wanna stop now, I don't wanna stop now +But, I gotta leave it alone +Is it 'cause I'm hot now? It's prolly 'cause I'm hot now +Bitch, you better leave me alone +First, I cut you off, then I cut you down +Shit go off, when I come around +I don't never come around +Bitch, I'm gettin' hunnids now +I don't wanna stop now, I don't wanna stop now +But, I gotta leave it alone +Is it 'cause I'm hot now? It's prolly 'cause I'm hot now +Bitch, you better leave me alone +First, I cut you off, then I cut you down +Shit go off, when I come around +Shit go off, when I come around +Shit go off, when I come around +Shit go off, when I come around15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cut Myself[Verse] +Watch the time go by (Damn) +All I wanna do is get high (Word) +Smoke blunts in my ride +Turn the music up, I like the vibes +I'm fine, you should worry about yourself every once in a while +Cracking a smile while I cut myself (While I cut myself) +Sometimes it feels like nothing help +And that prescription take the pain away (Away) +I'm taking acid if it rain today +Watch the clouds while I waste away +Dripping out the sink +No one ever knows what I'm sipping out my drink (Out my drink)22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​hate my life[Verse: Lil Peep] +All alone, I had no one on my own +Now I'm on my phone, smoking dope +And I hate my fucking life, ayy, ayy +All alone, I had no one on my own +Now I'm on my phone, smoking dope +And I hate my fucking life26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +2008[Verse] +Ice in your veins, blood in your brain +I feel your pain, I think we're goin' insane +I saw you today and I thought I should say +That I still love you like I did back in 2008 +Okay +Girl, I got whatever you want right here +I ain't never lettin' you leave, my dear +I'ma tie you up, and I'ma lock you away +You don't ever listen to the shit that I say +I'ma make you listen to me +I'ma make you listen to me +Smokin' on some loud +Out the motherfuckin' pound +I'ma give ya bitch an ounce for free20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​wanna be[Intro] +Damn son, where'd you find this? + +[Verse] +Screaming "Oh my my" +That head so fye +Make a grown man cry +If I take my time +And replace my crimes +With a face recognized +We can do anything +Worth remembering +One day I'll be sober too +One day I'll be over you +Screaming "Oh my my" +That head so fye +Make a grown man cry +If I take my time +And replace my crimes +While I make my rhymes +I can do anything +I can be anything +Anything I wanna be +I can never be a wannabe + +[Outro] +Fuck the cops, man they on to me +Baby you were just a pawn to me +Fuck the cops, man they on to me26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +A Plan to Kill Myself[Chorus] +I had a plan to kill +Myself and you for real +With my gun, I'll take your life +I'm no fun without my knife + +[Verse] +If I want to I will cut you, I will make you feel my pain +If I need to I will bleed you, I will make you go insane +When the time comes I will sacrifice my love in the moonlight +Whenever I cum I feel half as nice as I did when it's you, right13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​flannel[Verse] +I'll be good, I don't care +My whole life sucks anyway +I could feel it in the air today +I'll be fine on my own +I got nowhere left to go +You got no one left to turn to now +Will you cry when you die +And there's no one by your side +And your bedroom walls are burnin' down? +Or will you take your stand tonight? +Get your ass away from that light? +One more try you'll be just fine +Do what's right, baby, drop that knife +I don't wanna watch you bleed +I don't wanna watch you leave (Baby, I'll leave too) +I could never live my dream +I would never live my dream (Baby, I need you)15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’ve Been Waiting (Original Version)[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep] +I've been waiting, long for you +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong +When I’ve been waitin' (I've been waitin’) +Long for you, long for you (Long for you, oh) +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong (Now the time is right) +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong (Now the time is right, yeah) + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Peep] +Break my heart, but don't tell me I'm not doin' fine +'Cause I'm doin' fine +Let me go, I'm spendin’ time +Not doin’ fine, but I'm doin’ fine + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +I wanna drink my wine, I wanna pass that by +I wanna make her cry, she wanna make me die +Apple pie, six cigarettes +And I'll catch the vibe that we can't forget + +[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep & Both] +I've been waiting (I’ve been waiting) +Long for you, waiting long for you (Long for you) +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong (Now the time is right, you wanna do me so) +Now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong +When I've been waitin' (I've been waitin') +Long for you (Long for you, oh) +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong (Now the time is right) +Now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong (Now the time is right, yeah) +[Verse 1: iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep] +I coulda told ya (I coulda told ya) +Way back then (Way back then) +That I had plans for us to be more than friends, uh (More than friends, yeah) +Chasing you around (Chasing you 'round) +The world ('Round the world) (World, yeah) +Tryna show you the one, my girl (My girl) +But +Now you getting colder since I'm getting a little closer (Little closer) +We ain't doing nothing but getting little older (Little older) +I wanna get a hug but you shoved me away (Away) +So I'm staying here in USA (Woah) + +[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep & Both] +I've been waiting (I've been waiting) +Long for you (Long for you, yeah) +But now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong (Now the time is right, you wanna do me so) +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong +When I've been waitin' +Long for you (Long for you) +Now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong +Now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Peep] +Break my heart but don't tell me I'm not doin' fine +'Cause I'm doin' fine +Let me go, I'm spendin' time +Not doin' fine but I'm doin' fine +[Verse 2: iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep] +You coulda told me (You coulda told me) +Way last winter (Way last winter) +That, that I was sticking you in the hand (You in the hand) +Like a splinter (Like a splinter, uh, uh) +You're not passin' my way (Passin' my way) +You're waving goodbye (Waving goodbye) +I'm just trying to be your only guy (Your only guy) +So + +[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep] +I'll be waiting (I'll be waiting) +Long for you (Long for you) +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong (And now the time is right, you wanna do me so) +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong +When I've been waitin' (I've been waitin') +Long for you, uh (Long for you, oh) +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong (Now the time is right, now the time is right) +Now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong + +[Outro: iLoveMakonnen] +I'll be waiting (I'll be waiting) +Long for you, ooh (Long for you) +And now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong +Now the time is right, you wanna do me so wrong12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Peep DiscographyNavigationReleased ✧Projects ✧May 16, 2015 • feelz ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Garden ↗ +September 18, 2015 • LIL PEEP; PART ONE ↗ +October 17, 2015 • in the bedroom, i confess ↗ +October 31, 2015 • Mall Musicc ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Romeo's Regrets ↗ +December 1, 2015 • LIVE FOREVER ↗ +December 19, 2015 (Re-release January 18, 2020) • VERTIGO ↗ +January 16, 2016 (Re-release January 29, 2021) • california girls ↗ +March 3, 2016 • ☆DEADBROKE☆ ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Changes ↗ +June 10, 2016 (Re-release June 10, 2020) • crybaby ↗ +June 19, 2016 • teen romance ↗ +July 4, 2016 (Re-release July 2, 2021) • castles ↗ +September 25, 2016 (Re-release September 25, 2020) • HELLBOY ↗ +February 6, 2017 (Re-release July 2, 2021) • CÅSTLES II ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Come Over When You’re Sober, Pt. 1 ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Come Over When You’re Sober, Pt. 2 ↗ +October 31, 2019 • GOTH ANGEL SINNER EP ↗ +November 15, 2019 • EVERYBODY’S EVERYTHING ↗2014 ✧May 24, 2014 • The Goat ↗ +September 2014 • ​Longitude (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +November 18, 2014 • Keep My Coo ↗2015 ✧May 12, 2015 • give u the moon ↗ +May 16, 2015 • ​toxic city ☣ (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 16, 2015 • ​feelz ♡ (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 16, 2015 • ​life ✞ ↗ +May 30, 2015 • ​nuthing to lose ↗ +June 7, 2015 • Never Alone ↗ +August 9, 2015 • veins ↗ +August 10, 2015 ​• praying to the sky ↗ +August 17, 2015 • Star shopping ↗ +August 24, 2015 • the way i see things ↗ +August 25, 2015 • 420 ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Piss ↗ +August 25, 2015 • SagginMyPants ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Crystals ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Body ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Garden ↗ +September 5, 2015 • high school ↗ +September 8, 2015 • Waste of time ↗ +September 8, 2015 • Family ↗ +September 18, 2015 • ​another song ↗ +September 18, 2015 •​ five degrees ↗ +September 18, 2015 • nothing to u ↗ +September 18, 2015 • ​its me ↗ +September 18, 2015 • ghost boy ↗ +September 18, 2015 • shame on u ↗ +September 25, 2015 • Doubled Up ↗ +October 7, 2015 • Goth Queen ↗ +October 10, 2015 • October ↗ +October 14, 2015 • A Plan to Kill Myself ↗ +October 16, 2015 • Boba On The Rocks ↗ +October 16, 2015 • wanna be ↗ +October 17, 2015 • On the Floor ↗ +October 17, 2015 • Ride ↗ +October 17, 2015 • Blacked Out ↗ +October 17, 2015 • Swamp Theme ↗ +October 17, 2015 • We’ll Be Fine ↗ +October 18, 2015 • Fishscale ↗ +October 27, 2015 • 40 MISSED CALLS ↗ +October 28, 2015 • ​halloween ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Thinking Bout You ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Bacc At It ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Dead Money ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Hot Topic ↗ +November 1, 2015 • I Could ↗ +November 1, 2015 • With U ’til the End ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Fucc Out My Face ↗ +November 1, 2015 • In Dis Empty Club ↗ +November 1, 2015 • The Day I Finally Do It ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Turnin Up in the Back ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Cop Me An O ↗ +November 1, 2015 • 300 Feet Below ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Raveyard Shift ↗ +November 1, 2015 • She Said ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Yung Dumb Goth ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Hate My Fucc’n Life ↗ +November 9, 2015 • UNBREAKABLE ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Repair ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Poison ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Watch ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Shelter ↗ +November 17, 2015 • Bitch I’ma Kill You ↗ +November 27, 2015 • Lil Yung ↗ +December 2, 2015 • ​angeldust ↗ +December 2, 2015 • mirror, mirror ↗ +December 2, 2015 • pick me up ↗ +December 2, 2015 • nuts ↗ +December 2, 2015 • ​​​​haunt u ↗ +December 2, 2015 • vibe ↗ +December 2, 2015 • Live Forever ↗ +December 2, 2015 • flannel ↗ +December 2, 2015 • 2008 ↗ +December 3, 2015 • Dreams ↗ +December 5, 2015 • ​come around ↗ +December 6, 2015 • Apparition Love ↗ +December 11, 2015 • ​lil kennedy ↗ +December 15, 2015 • Dyspnea ↗ +December 19, 2015 • drugz ↗ +December 19, 2015 • M.O.S. [battery full] ↗ +December 19, 2015 • shiver ↗ +December 22, 2015 • Words You Hear On a Sinking Ship ↗ +December 23, 2015 • WATER DAMAGE ↗ +December 24, 2015 • MO MURDA ↗ +December 30, 2015 • Black Fingernails ↗2016 ✧January 12, 2016 • Another Cup ↗ +January 13, 2016 • BACKSTAGE SHAWTY (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +January 15, 2016 • ​let me bleed ↗ +January 22, 2016 • Beamer Boy ↗ +January 22, 2016 • pray i die ↗ +January 25, 2016 • Running out of Time (R.O.O.T.) ↗ +January 26, 2016 • The Pull Off ↗ +January 27, 2016 • Niagara (Waterfall) ↗ +January 30, 2016 • Little Hell ↗ +February 2, 2016 • beat it ↗ +February 6, 2016 • Sleepy Hollow ↗ +February 8, 2016 • DEATHWISH ↗ +February 15, 2016 • Rain ↗ +February 23, 2016 • ​california world ↗ +February 28, 2016 • P2M ↗ +February 29, 2016 • Told Ya Freestyle ↗ +March 3, 2016 • WALK ↗ +March 3, 2016 • Rockstar ↗ +March 3, 2016 • SIXTEEN SWISHERS ↗ +March 3, 2016 • Switch Up ↗ +March 4, 2016 • Emo Nite ↗ +March 8, 2016 • lil poop ↗ +March 11, 2016 • cocaine shawty (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +March 12, 2016 • ​lets get it ↗ +March 12, 2016 • Ashamed of Myself ↗ +March 15, 2016 • Ignorant ↗ +March 16, 2016 • Pussy ↗ +March 19, 2016 • Crying Diamonds ↗ +March 26, 2016 • Every Weekend ↗ +March 31, 2016 • ​your eyes ↗ +April 1, 2016 • Homecoming ↗ +April 1, 2016 • Gym Class ↗ +April 12, 2016 • On The Run ↗ +April 15, 2016 • Flexin ↗ +April 15, 2016 • ​nineteen ↗ +May 2, 2016 • ​ghost girl ↗ +May 17, 2016 • ​white tee ↗ +May 25, 2016 • ​driveway ↗ +November 15, 2019 • Liar (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 31, 2016 • P.S. Fuck You Cunt (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Light Show ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Lose My Mind ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Lie To Me ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Let It Flow ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Glassy ↗ +June 1, 2016 • Dying ↗ +June 10, 2016 • crybaby ↗ +June 10, 2016 • lil jeep ↗ +June 10, 2016 • yesterday ↗ +June 10, 2016 • absolute in doubt ↗ +June 10, 2016 • big city blues ↗ +June 10, 2016 • ​skyscrapers (love now, cry later) ↗ +June 10, 2016 • falling 4 me ↗ +June 13, 2016 • Blueberry Lemonade ↗ +June 16, 2016 • The Kronik ↗ +June 19, 2016 • regrets ↗ +June 19, 2016 • teen romance ↗ +June 19, 2016 • suck my blood ↗ +July 1, 2016 • Tears ↗ +July 4, 2016 • ​pain ↗ +July 4, 2016 • castles ↗ +July 4, 2016 • white wine ↗ +July 22, 2016 • ​sex [last nite] ↗ +August 7, 2016 • This Feeling ↗ +August 30, 2016 • Gods ↗ +August 31, 2016 • ​Down for you ↗ +September 1, 2016 • Coke ↗ +September 5, 2016 • ​move on, be strong ↗ +September 18, 2016 • Hair Dye (Dead) ↗ +September 19, 2016 • NEWWORLDORDER ↗ +September 26, 2016 • hellboy ↗ +September 26, 2016 • drive by ↗ +September 26, 2016 • OMFG ↗ +September 26, 2016 • ​the song they played (when i crashed into the wall) ↗ +September 26, 2016 • fucked up ↗ +September 26, 2016 • cobain ↗ +September 26, 2016 • ​gucci mane ↗ +September 26, 2016 • interlude ↗ +September 26, 2016 • worlds away ↗ +September 26, 2016 • red drop shawty ↗ +September 26, 2016 • Girls ↗ +September 26, 2016 • nose ring ↗ +September 26, 2016 • we think too much ↗ +September 26, 2016 • the last thing i wanna do ↗ +September 26, 2016 • walk away as the door slams ↗ +September 26, 2016 • No Love ↗ +September 28, 2016 • Bullet ↗ +October 11, 2016 • Fuck Fame ↗ +October 12, 2016 • Missed Calls ↗ +October 12, 2016 • Kiss me ↗ +October 16, 2016 • Prada ↗ +October 24, 2016 • Doubt Me ↗ +October 27, 2016 • Oh Its Lit ↗ +November 2, 2016 • about u ↗ +November 3, 2016 • Kiss ↗ +November 8, 2016 • love letter ↗ +November 9, 2016 • ​backseat ↗ +November 15, 2016 • right here ↗ +November 16, 2016 • giving girls cocaine ↗ +December 10, 2016 • Smokepurpp on a Bean ↗ +December 14, 2016 • Honestly ↗ +December 17, 2016 • i crash, u crash ↗ +December 19, 2016 • Fantasy ↗ +December 24, 2016 • BURNT DIARY ↗ +December 26, 2016 �� Not the One ↗ +December 28, 2016 • kisses in the wind ↗ +December 30, 2016 • Drip (Remix) ↗2017 ✧January 1, 2017 • Stop the Car ↗ +January 28, 2017 • ​Last Fall ↗ +January 30, 2017 • Crying ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Never Eat, Never Sleep ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Dying Out West ↗ +February 6, 2017 • ​witchblades ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Past the Castle Walls ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Your Favorite Dress ↗ +February 9, 2017 • Hollywood Dreaming ↗ +February 9, 2017 • ​Getting Money Still Sad Too ↗ +February 15, 2017 • 4AM IN LA ↗ +February 18, 2017 • Freebee’z ↗ +February 23, 2017 • Oh ↗ +March 2, 2017 • Same Shit ↗ +March 6, 2017 • Man Down ↗ +March 12, 2017 • Unify ↗ +March 22, 2017 • Suicide ↗ +March 27, 2017 • Overdose ↗ +April 1, 2017 • In Dis Bih (Bih) ↗ +April 10, 2017• Us ↗ +April 14, 2017 • Sodium ↗ +May 18, 2017 • Going Through My Cellphone ↗ +May 29, 2017 • Mud on My Gucci ↗ +June 2, 2017 • No Respect Freestyle ↗ +June 8, 2017 • Benz Truck (Гелик) ↗ +June 14, 2017 • 16 Lines ↗ +June 14, 2017 • White Girl ↗ +June 17, 2017 • Pictures 2 ↗ +June 24, 2017 • ​u don’t know me ↗ +June 28, 2017 • Cocaina Pearls ↗ +July 27, 2017 • ​​The Brightside ↗ +August 2, 2017 • Black Jeep ↗ +August 7, 2017 • Broken Smile ↗ +August 12, 2017 • Moving On ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Save That Shit ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Awful Things ↗ +August 15, 2017 • U Said ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Better Off (Dying) ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Problems ↗ +August 26, 2017 • ​Nightslayer ↗ +September 1, 2017 • Supernova/Reflection ↗ +September 20, 2017 • When I Lie ↗ +September 22, 2017 • Belgium ↗ +September 25, 2017 • Benz Truck, Pt. 2 ↗ +September 26, 2017 • Time Bomb ↗ +October 6, 2017 • Visine ↗ +October 12, 2017 • Avoid ↗ +October 13, 2017 • Poor Thing ↗ +October 25, 2017 • Heaven Sent ↗ +November 5, 2017 • Downtown ↗ +November 10, 2017 • ZZZ ↗ +November 16, 2017 • I Can’t Feel My Face ↗ +November 16, 2017 • Get Fucked Up ↗ +November 16, 2017 • Neverland ↗ +November 16, 2017 • Nobody ↗ +November 24, 2017 • Tearing ↗2018 ✧January 12, 2018 • Spotlight ↗ +January 15, 2018 • Got Em Like ↗ +January 27, 2018 • Dreams & Nightmares ↗ +May 14, 2018 • ​4 Gold Chains ↗ +June 28, 2018 • Leanin’ ↗ +July 31, 2018 • Black Clothes ↗ +September 19, 2018 • Falling Down ↗ +September 27, 2018 • Sunlight on Your Skin ↗ +October 18, 2018 • Cry Alone ↗ +November 1, 2018 • Runaway ↗ +November 7, 2018 • Life is Beautiful ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Hate Me ↗ +November 9, 2018 • IDGAF ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Sex with My Ex ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Broken Smile (My All) ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Fingers ↗2019 ✧January 31, 2019 • I’ve Been Waiting ↗ +February 11, 2019 • I’ve Been Waiting (Original Version) ↗ +November 15, 2019 • PRINCESS ↗ +November 15, 2019 • Text Me ↗ +November 15, 2019 • RATCHETS ↗ +November 15, 2019 • AQUAFINA ↗ +November 15, 2019 • walk away as the door slams (acoustic) ↗ +November 15, 2019 • Fangirl ↗ +November 15, 2019 • LA to London ↗2020 ✧July 27, 2020 • Me and You ↗ +October 28, 2020 • Cocaina Pearls Remix ↗2021 ✧April 9th, 2021 • Spine ↗ +April 12, 2021 • Burial Grounds ↗Unreleased ✧Projects ✧2015/2016 • Peep & Craig Xen Mixtape ↗ +2016 • JGRXXN, Ghostemane, Craig Xen & Lil Peep EP ↗ +2016 • Peep Hart EP ↗ +2016 • Lil Peep & Smokepurpp Mixtape ↗ +2016 • Hate Me - EP ↗ +2017 • Lil Peep & Harry Fraud ↗ +2017 • Lil Peep & Ricky Hil EP ↗ +2017 • WYTE CHYNA ↗ +August 2017 • Lil Peep & Milkavelli Mixtape ↗ +August 2017 • Diamonds ↗2014 ✧[?] • downdowndown ↗2015 ✧End My Life ↗ +Buzzin' ↗ +High School w/ SOWHATIMDEAD ↗ +The Neighbours ↗ +Unreleased track w/ Supa SortaHuman ↗ +Unreleased track w/ SPVZZMVTiK2016 ✧Drugs on Me (Glorified) ↗ +Fall Asleep ↗ +Looking For You ↗ +Lick ↗ +Lil Angel ↗ +On the Highway ↗ +Trapped In My Mind ↗ +Unreleased track with CHETTA ↗ +Unreleased track prod. Craig Xen ↗ +Unreleased track with Nine Callisto2017 ✧Ballin’ ↗ +Bye Bye Baby ↗ +Black Clothes ↗ +Choose ↗ +Cruise With You ↗ +Cut Myself ↗ +Death Wish ↗ +Diamond (Piano Freestyle) ↗ +Don’t Lose Focus ↗ +Don’t Panic ↗ +Everybody Hates Me ↗ +Favorite Drug ↗ +Just In Case ↗ +Hot On The Block (Coke Nails) ↗ +Hypnotized ↗ +I Sell Cocaine ↗ +I Was There ↗ +IDGAF ↗ +In The Car ↗ +Junkie ↗ +Kiss Me ↗ +Let U Down ↗ +Lost In The Mail ↗ +My Bad ↗ +My Turn ↗ +Nasty Names ↗ +November ↗ +One More Chance ↗ +Paid to Party ↗ +Piece Of Shit ↗ +Prove My Love ↗ +Race Car ↗ +Really Loving U ↗ +Rent ↗ +Selfish ↗ +Sidelines ↗ +Smokin’ ↗ +Spine ↗ +Suck The Tip ↗ +Sunlight on Your Skin (Original) ↗ +That Juice ↗ +Thug it Out ↗ +Toys ↗ +Twisted ↗ +Unknown song with Riff Raff prod. Diplo ↗ +Wait In Line ↗ +What’s New ↗Unknown date ✧Unknown song w/ wifigawd ↗ +Unknown song on a WILLIE G beat "Bleach" ↗ +Unknown song w/ Lil B +Unknown song w/ RiFF RAF ↗ +Unreleased song w/ Celes Karter +Unreleased song w/ JiLLA_JUNT1995 +Unknown song w/ Supa SortaHuman ↗ +Unreleased song prod. BigHeadDemos ✧Projects ✧2017 • Come Over When Your Sober ↗2017 ✧4 Gold Chains ↗ +16 Lines ↗ +Awful Things ↗ +Better off (dying) ↗ +Cry Alone ↗ +Hot On The Block ↗ +My Turn ↗ +Spotlight ↗ +Leanin’ ↗ +Problems ↗ +Runaway ↗ +Save That Shit ↗ +Sex With My Ex ↗ +Spine +Spotlight ↗ +Sunlight On Your Skin ↗ +The Brightside ↗ +U Said ↗ +White Girl ↗ +ZZZ ↗Alternative Versions✧Alternative Projects ✧2018 • Come Over When You’re Sober, Pt. 2 (Label Concept) ↗2018 ✧2018 • Runaway ↗ +2018 • When I Lie (Travis Scott Remix) ↗ +2018 • Fingers (Charli XCX Remix) ↗ +2018 • Cry Alone (Post Malone Remix) ↗ +2018 • 16 Lines (Juicy J Remix) ↗2019 ✧2019 • Belgium ↗ +2019 • Moving On ↗ +2019 • When I Lie ↗2020 ✧2020 • Words You Hear On a Sinking Ship ↗ +2020 • DEATHWISH ↗ +2020 • Now That I Found You ↗ +2020 • In The Car ↗10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Panic[Verse 1] +I don't know where I'm headed +But I know I won't regret it +And I know you won't forget it, girl +Please don't panic, baby +Please don't panic, baby +I'm the only one to get it +But I'm only ever-present +When I almost need a medic +Now I got her stressin', baby +Please don't panic, girl +Please don't panic, baby + +[Chorus] +She calls on me +Why can't she see? +You're the one she needs +But all she wants is me +She calls on me +Why can't she see? +You're the one she needs +It gets hard for me to breathe + +[Verse 2] +I don't know where I'm headed +But I know I won't regret it +And I know you won't forget it, girl +Please don't panic, baby +Please don't panic, baby +I'm the only one to get it +But I'm only ever-present +When I almost need a medic +Now I got her stressin', baby +Please don't panic, girl +Please don't panic, baby +[Chorus] +She calls on me +Why can't she see? +You're the one she needs +But all she wants is me +She calls on me +Why can't she see? +You're the one she needs +It gets hard for me to breathe + +[Verse 3] +You don't wanna see me act this way +You don't wanna look me in my face +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don't believe the shit I say +Baby, I'm the reason for your pain +I don't wanna hurt you, I'll just stay +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don't believe the shit I say +You don't wanna see me act this way +You don't wanna look me in my face +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don't believe the shit I say +Baby, I'm the reason for your pain +I don't wanna hurt you, I'll just stay +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don't believe the shit I say37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​walk away as the door slams (acoustic)[Pre-Chorus: Lil Peep] +Club lights, we fight every night +Baby, I don't wanna do that +Your type, jeans tight, dirty Sprite +She like, "How the fuck you do that?" +I can’t be there all the time +But you know I gotta prove that +I can't leave here anytime soon (Nah) +I got somethin' to do, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Walk away as the door slams +You got blood on your poor hands +I just wanted to help, now I’m goin' to hell +Walk away as the door slams +Walk away as the door slams +You got blood on your poor hands +I just wanted to help, now I'm goin' to hell +Walk away as the door slams + +[Verse: Lil Tracy] +I know you wanna FaceTime, baby, I have Samsung +When I met your mom, she told me I was handsome +You told me I'm sexy, do you still think that? +You told me you loved me, do you still think that? +3 AM, climbin' through your window +Ounce of the kush, blowin' smoke out your window +You're a thousand miles away, I snort a thousand lines +Step inside the club, cameras flashin’ in my eyes +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Walk away as the door slams +You got blood on your poor hands +I just wanted to help, now I’m goin' to hell +Walk away as the door slams +Walk away as the door slams +You got blood on your poor hands +I just wanted to help, now I’m goin' to hell +Walk away as the door slams13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​shiver[Chorus] +Lookin' for a reason to live, I can't find shit (Ayy) +So, I'm squeezin' the trigger, I let my mind split +Up into bits and pieces for dinner +You eatin' brains, bitch +I know she cum when she shiver + +[Verse] +Don't give a fuck about you +Say they hate me +I don't give a fuck about who, ayy +I pull up in a coupe +Lookin' like soup +Real hot, jaw drop like the roof +I remember livin' life like you +Smokin' on boof +Lil' broke boy with a gold tooth +I could never live my life like you +Young, brand new +Lil Peep came through with the juice + +[Chorus] +Lookin' for a reason to live, I can't find shit (Ayy) +So, I'm squeezin' the trigger, I let my mind split +Up into bits and pieces for dinner +You eatin' brains, bitch +I know she cum when she shiver +[Verse] +Don't give a fuck about you +Say they hate me +I don't give a fuck about who, ayy +I pull up in a coupe +Lookin' like soup +Real hot, jaw drop like the roof +I remember livin' life like you +Smokin' on boof +Lil' broke boy with a gold tooth +I could never live my life like you +Young, brand new +Lil Peep came through with the juice15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​regrets[Chorus: Lil Peep & Horse Head & Both] +I've been poppin' pills, I've been tryna forget 'bout you +Honestly, I got regrets 'bout you (I got regrets 'bout you) +Baby, it's over now, you're gonna cry all night +I'm gonna smile at you when I see you and pretend that I'm alright +I'm never sober now, I'm gettin' high all night +I'm 'bout to put this in my system to erase you from my mind + +[Verse: Horse Head] +Yeah +I was in lust with you +Thought that I loved you, but I got the two confused +I don't wanna fall asleep with you in my head +And I know that +You regret some things you said +But honestly, I have regrets about you + +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Horse Head & Both] +I've been poppin' pills, I've been tryna forget 'bout you (Tryna forget 'bout you) +Honestly, I got regrets 'bout you (I got regrets 'bout you) +Baby, it's over now, you're gonna cry all night +I'm gonna smile at you when I see you and pretend that I'm alright15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dreams[Intro] +SESH + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +I'll be right here, when you step out the car +I see you from afar, but I know who you are +I know exactly who you are, what you're lookin' for +I know exactly where it starts, I'm not lookin' forward to the end +Because we're not gonna last +Because we took it too fast +And that's a good way to crash and burn +What I learned, I don't like takin' my turn +If she mine, she gon' be mine until we ash in an urn +Let me burn, let me swerve, let me pull up on the curb +Now I'm lookin' so absurd, but I’m all that they heard +At the party, pull a 'Rari up and I exit the scene +Light a hundred fuckin' dutches and then I follow my dreams +Girl, you're fuckin' with Lil Peep, I’m the king of the teens +I just dropped a couple singles and took over the scene +Got the internet buzzin', 20 thousand a week +Now I practice gettin' pussy, practice all that I preach +Peep + +[Verse 2: Gizmo] +SESH +I'll be right there when you need me close +I'll always be around when you need me the most +But I know, that you've been tryna get away from me +But you just don't know what to say to me +I just gotta do what I think I'm meant to +Everything I said is true in that text I sent you +So if you ain't gon' be my boo, then just do you +I'm smokin' blunts, like they cigarettes +I still ain't shit, I ain't gotten any bigger yet +But that factor ain't somethin' that really matters to me +Ain't nothin' to think about when I'm chillin', smokin' my weed +I burn it down, and then proceed to seek out all my hopes and dreams +The future holds itself so it ain't really what it seems +If I can't get to where I want, I'll be pissed +I'll tie my neck up in a noose, kick the chair and slit my wrists4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Little Hell[Intro: Juno & Mac MacGuff: Juno Movie (2007)] +"You're looking a little morose sunny, what's hitting you?" +"Just like losing my faith with humanity.." +"Can you narrow it down for me?" +"I just, wonder, if like.. two people can stay together for good?" +"You mean like couples?" +"Yaknow.. like, people in love.." +"Are you having boys trouble? 'cause I gotta be honest, I don't really much approve of you dating in your condition.. that's kinda messed up.." +"No dad, it's not" +"I mean that's pretty skanky.. isn't that what you girls call it skanky? skeevy?" +"Please stop" +"Tore up from the floor up?" +"That's just not what it's about... I just need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever" +"Well, it's not easy, that's for sure." + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +We could run away +Leave this little town +If you had to wait, would you stick around? +We are not the same, if you couldn't tell +It's just another day in this little town, leave this little town +We could run away +Leave this little town +If you had to wait, would you stick around? +We are not the same, if you couldn't tell +It's just another day in this little town, leave this little town +[Outro]8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Switch Up[Intro] +Uhh, ay, ay +(Brr, brr) +Uhh + +[Verse] +I had everybody hatin' on me on last year +Baby, that was last year +Now I'm blowin' past, yeah +Whole squad with me smokin' on that Gas, yeah +Pass that over here, bitch, I'm tryna disappear (Poof) +I'm a ghost in my city, in your city I'm the most loved +All the young bitches fuckin' with me (Damn) + +[Chorus] +I could never switch up on my brothers (Nah) +I put that on my mother +I could never switch up on my brothers (Nah, nah) +I put that on my mother (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I could never switch up on my brothers +I put that on my mother +I could never switch up on my brothers (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I put that on my mother, know I love her18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Same Shit[Intro] +Lederrick +Ooh, Bighead on the beat + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +On the same shit, I ain't with the same bitch +Beef with my old bitch, pain in my brain, bitch +Lame bitch, tryna hit my phone bitch, no, bitch +I don't want no old bitch, thinkin' 'bout my old bitch +Coke shit, I've been on my coke shit +I've been on my own shit, actin' like you know shit +I ain't with the bullshit +I just want a new Benz, I just want a new Benz + +[Verse 1: Pollàri] +And I know that they hate me +I'm shinin' on them daily, these bitches tryna rape me +And I know that they hate me +I'm shinin' on them daily, these bitches tryna take me +Came in blessin', now they mad though +I be spendin' all these racks, though +No, you cannot get no bag, ho +No, you cannot get no bag, ho +They believe it, my niggas, they some heathens +And my side bitch from Sweden +I do it every evenin' +I got your bitch fiendin' +She cryin' and she screamin' +Lil Llàri really beamin' +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +On the same shit, I ain't with the same bitch +Beef with my old bitch, pain in my brain, bitch +Lame bitch, tryna hit my phone bitch, no, bitch +I don't want no old bitch, thinkin' 'bout my old bitch +Coke shit, I've been on my coke shit +I've been on my own shit, actin' like you know shit +I ain't with the bullshit +I just want a new Benz, I just want a new Benz + +[Verse 2: Lil Tracy] +I want a new Benz, a new Benz +Pull up to the club, shawty wanna hug +I do my own stunts, flexin', I ain't even buff +Damn, damn, damn, you blowin' up her Instagram +Damn, damn, damn, I just fucked that bitch again +Finna pull up in a Benzo +My mouth full of Gemstones +She put you in that friend zone +I give her dick like dildo +Feel like Drake, no new friends, boy, don't shake my hand +My bitch don't twerk but all of my diamonds they dance, yuh + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +On the same shit, I ain't with the same bitch +Beef with my old bitch, pain in my brain, bitch +Lame bitch, tryna hit my phone bitch, no, bitch +I don't want no old bitch, thinkin' 'bout my old bitch +Coke shit, I've been on my coke shit +I've been on my own shit, actin' like you know shit +I ain't with the bullshit +I just want a new Benz, I just want a new Benz5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rockstarz[Intro: Fish Narc, Lil Tracy & BetterOffDead] +The sun is out so put your screen down +I'm in your phones like the NSA +You're a rip-off +I'm a Punkstar (Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc) +BetterOffDead Nigga + + +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Gab3] +Old ass clothes, sold out shows +Bad little hoes and I fuck 'em like a pro (Fuck 'em like a pro) +I don't got a car, mind on Mars (Mind on Mars) +I'ma spit bars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a rockstar) +Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite (Hi-Tech Sprite) +Girls all night, I'ma end my life (End my life) +Fuck your cars, mind on Mars (Mind on Mars) +Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a real rockstar) + +[Verse: Gab3] +She was geeking, on the molly +Yeah, I'm flexing on everybody +She was tweaking at the party +Now I'm leaving, and you're sorry +Yeah, I'm rolling around in the Mazi +Smoking backwoods, I'm with a barbie +Yeah, I'm hoping that you really want to love me +Now I'm joking, I know you could never love me +Hopping out the car, and I'm in my Abercrombie +I got ten grand all in my Vetement jeans +Yeah, I got a bust down and it's all free +Yeah, I know she a bust down, but she won't leave +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Gab3] +Old ass clothes, sold out shows +Bad little hoes and I fuck 'em like a pro (Fuck 'em like a pro) +I don't got a car, mind on Mars (Mind on Mars) +I'ma spit bars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a rockstar) +Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite (Hi-Tech Sprite) +Girls all night, I'ma end my life (End my life) +Fuck your cars, mind on Mars (Mind on Mars) +Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a real rockstar) + +[Outro: Fish Narc] +Rock stars, punk stars +Equal flourish +Dirty laundry on the floor +Two guitars in my bed +Sleep with me each night and my best friend +But take heed, take warning as not to copy +'Cause you'll find the results sound weak +Goodnight10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LA to London[Intro: Lil Peep, Lil Tracy, BetterOffDead] +Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc +BetterOffDead, nigga +I try to keep my head up, girls in the — + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Los Angeles (Los Angeles) +I try to keep my head up (Head up) +Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip) +I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up) +Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucka) +I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up) +I left a bitch (I left a bitch) +That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up) + +[Refrain: Lil Peep] +All black for you (All black for you) +In the back for you (In the back for you) +Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you) +Love in Los Angeles + +[Verse 1: Gab3] +I got Gucci, I got Prada, got Louis on my bomber +She was tryna call me, I don't wanna call her +She was tryna call me, I don't wanna phone her +Runnin' up a check, yeah, like I was a runner +Now I'm rollin' blunts, yeah, yeah, sold out +Now I'm goin' up, yeah, yeah, no doubt +That I'm the one, yeah, yeah, roll loud +Now I'm in the truck, yeah, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Los Angeles (Los Angeles) +I try to keep my head up (Head up) +Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip) +I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up) +Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucka) +I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up) +I left a bitch (I left a bitch) +That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up) + +[Refrain: Lil Peep] +All black for you (All black for you) +In the back for you (In the back for you) +Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you) +Love in Los Angeles (Los Angeles) + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep & Gab3] +Ooh, girl, why you frontin'? (Girl, why you frontin'?) +Now we movin' out to London (Movin' out to London) +Stay far from the fuck shit (Stay far from the fuck shit) +Catch flights like it's nothin', yeah + +[Verse 3: Gab3] +Always countin' up the hundreds (Always countin' up the hundreds) +That's just how we come in (That's just how I come in) +I was faded at the function (At the function) +Now we goin' out to London (Goin' out to London) +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Los Angeles (Los Angeles) +I try to keep my head up (Head up) +Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip) +I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up) +Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucka) +I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up) +I left a bitch (I left a bitch) +That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up) + +[Refrain: Lil Peep] +All black for you (All black for you) +In the back for you (In the back for you) +Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you) +Love in Los Angeles (Los Angeles) + +[Outro: Gab3] +Now we goin' out to London +GothBoiClique10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​cocaine shawty[Intro: Lil Peep & Yunggoth✰] +Cocaine shawty, lookin' at me naughty +Met her at the party, now she all up on me +If you lookin' for me, posted with my .40 +Cocaine shawty, touchin' on your body +(I'll do anything for some blow right now) +I only pull one-seated +Try to make me settle, boy, I call her on the weekend +Yeah, ouh, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy + +[Chorus: Yunggoth✰] +Bentley dranks, quarter pound, I need it for the weekend, yeah +Live my life alone, that's why I only pull one-seated, ayy +Try to make me settle, boy, I call her on the weekend, yah +Danger when I want to, boy, you know it's Puerto Rican, ayy +Rifle on my Louboutin, what she call my shooter song +Xannie, ain't no foolin', boy, damn foreign shootin' star +Live and love, I die alone, pretty bitches in my phone +Skinny bitches in my home, cocaine shawty, give me dome +Cocaine shorty, wipe your nose, cocaine shawty, die alone +Cocaine shawty, cry alone, cocaine shawty, cry alone +Cocaine shawty, wipe your nose, cocaine shawty, die alone +Cocaine shawty, cry alone, cocaine shawty, yeah, yeah + +[Verse: Lil Peep] +Cocaine shawty, lookin' at me naughty (Yeah) +Met her at the party (Yeah), now she all up on me (Damn) +If you lookin' for me (Yeah), posted with my .40 (.40) +Cocaine shawty (Yeah), touchin' on your body (Shh) +Pull up in a 'Rari (Skrt), tell my ex, "I'm sorry" (Sor') +She cannot afford me (Nah), shoutout to my mommy (Mom) +Pull up with the Tommy (Tom'), my bitch in Abercrombie ('cromb) +Leanin' out the bottle (Lean), I feel like a zombie (Damn) +Cocaine shawty (Sha'), lookin' at me naughty (Nau') +Met her at the party (Par'), now she all up on me (Yeah) +If you lookin' for me (For), posted with my .40 (40) +Cocaine shawty (Shawty), touchin' on your body (Shh) +Pull up in a 'Rari (Yeah), tell my ex, "I'm sorry" (Yeah) +She cannot afford me (Nah), shoutout to my mommy (Mom) +Pull up with the Tommy (Tom'), my bitch in Abercrombie ('cromb) +Leanin' out the bottle (Damn), I feel like a zombie +[Chorus: Yunggoth✰] +Bentley dranks, quarter pound, I need it for the weekend, yeah +Live my life alone, that's why I only pull one-seated, ayy +Try to make me settle, boy, I call her on the weekend, yah +Danger when I want to, boy, you know it's Puerto Rican, ayy +Rifle on my Louboutin, what she call my shooter song +Xannie, ain't no foolin', boy, damn foreign shootin' star +Live and love, I die alone, pretty bitches in my phone +Skinny bitches in my home, cocaine shawty, give me dome +Cocaine shorty, wipe your nose, cocaine shawty, die alone (I don't fuck with her) +Cocaine shawty, cry alone, cocaine shawty, cry alone +Cocaine shawty, wipe..., ayy, cocaine shawty, wipe..., yeah +Cocaine shawty, cry alone, cocaine shawty, yeah, yeah16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Feel Like I’m Still Alive (Voice Memo)This is from a recording found on Peep's computer. + +It's my time, baby, and I gotta go now +I ain't lying, bae, they want me for them shows now +Why you crying, babe? Why you crying? +I feel like I never die +I feel like I'm still alive19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +IDGAF (Remix)[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I been on my own, baby I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck about anything + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Ride 'til the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop +Yeah, yeah +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop ('Til my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me 'til my heart stop +[Verse 2: Juice WRLD] +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +I just made her jaw drop from a backshot +Leave me when the time's right +Cocaine make her white lie +Lately I've been in my feelings listening to “white wine“ +Sad souls with some cash flow +Never gave a fuck about the past (Oh) +Never gave a fuck about her past hoes, I'm past those + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Ride 'til the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop +Yeah, yeah +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop ('Til my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me 'til my heart stop (Yeah, ayy)9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mud on My Gucci[Intro: Lil Peep] +Yeah +Yeah +Yo what's up, Yung Bruh? +What's up bro? +You all good? + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Doing drugs on the highway +Feeling like it's friday +I think it's a sunday +She hit me on my MySpace +Shawty drive a Hyundai +I pull up in an i8 +Now she wanna fuck, wait +What the fuck did I say +Bitch I'm coming up, stand back, don't communicate +I don't need your hoes or your flows you could duplicate +Pussy I'ma lubricate +I'ma eat your pussy bitch +When I'm ridin' through your state +Everybody look at this + +[Chorus: Lil Peep & OGB] +I could make a movie, ayy +I could make a movie bitch +She say she a groupie, ayy +She say she a groupie bitch +She think that I'm stupid, ayy +'Cause I'm going stupid bitch +It's mud on my Gucci (Mud, mud) +I got mud on my Gucci kicks +I could make a movie, ayy (Oh, what?) +I could make a movie bitch (Lil' bitch) +She say she a groupie, ayy (Oh, what?) +She say she a groupie bitch (Lil' bitch) +She think that I'm stupid, ayy (Oh, what?) +'Cause I'm going stupid bitch (I do, I do) +It's mud on my Gucci (I got) +I got mud on my Gucci kicks (Mud, mud) +[Verse 2: OGB] +Mud all on my Gucci slaps +Both fucking on bitch outside +I treat that pussy like it's mines +Hitting licks not wasting time +All these females waste my time +Too much freak shit while I grind +Yeah, you fine but cost me diamonds +[?] can't pay no mind +Only focused on getting mine +You don't like me, okay, that's fine +Hoes don't like to watch me shine +[?] my spine +Pocket rocket, pocket watchin', ah +Say you love me, I know that's a lie +I know that's a lie +Peep, scoob me in that cocaine, ah, ayy +Inside pussy pink, cocaine on the seat +My lines got her on her knees +She knows she's fucking with sir G's +I know, you know you can't fuck with me +Grab my tree and leaves +No meals +All I roll is OG weed +Now you notice me, don't trust so I stay lowkey +Don't know love, if you hate on me +No worries tho, I'm outer space smoking better weed +With a badder chick that can roll my weed +Gold so heavy [?] +And she knows when it's time to leave +I'ma make a movie bitch +Shawty just a groupie bitch +You know I go stupid bitch +Moshpit, mud all on my kicks +All black on my GothBoiClique +All black Benz to match the fit +Skrrt off in the whip +Skrrt off in the whip +I'ma make a movie bitch +Shawty just a groupie bitch +You know I go stupid bitch +Moshpit, mud all on my kicks +All black on my GothBoiClique +All black Benz to match the fit +Skrrt off in the whip +Skrrt off in the whip8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Prada[Chorus 1] +One last night (One last night, yeah) +One more chance (One more chance, yeah) +One more, kiss (Kiss) +One last dance (One last dance) +I pray I don't miss (I pray I don't miss) +But I don't got a chance (I don't got a chance) +Got me in, bliss (Got me in bliss) +Got me in a trance +God damn + +[Chorus 2] +I've been working every damn day +Getting to this money +Who I do it for my brothers +Yeah I do it for my mama now +I ain't with the drama but I'll hit you with the llama +Yeah I put that on my mama +Blood drippin' from my Prada +I've been working every damn day +Getting to this money +Who I do it for my brothers +Yeah I do it for my mama now +I ain't with the drama but I'll hit you with the llama +Yeah I put that on my mama +Blood drippin' from my Prada +[Chorus 1] +One last night (One last night, yeah) +One more chance (One more chance, yeah) +One more, kiss (Kiss) +One last dance (One last dance) +I pray I don't miss (I pray I don't miss) +But I don't got a chance (I don't got a chance) +Got me in, bliss (Got me in bliss) +Got me in a trance +God damn + +[Chorus 2] +I've been working every damn day +Getting to this money +Who I do it for my brothers +Yeah I do it for my mama now +I ain't with the drama but I'll hit you with the llama +Yeah I put that on my mama +Blood drippin' from my Prada +I've been working every damn day +Getting to this money +Who I do it for my brothers +Yeah I do it for my mama now +I ain't with the drama but I'll hit you with the llama +Yeah I put that on my mama +Blood drippin' from my Prada11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​mirror, mirror[Verse] +I could take it all and all and all +Mirror on the wall, mirror on the wall +I could make her fall and fall and fall +Spirits in the hall, mirror on the wall +Money gettin' tall and tall and tall +I know I'mma ball, mirror on the wall +I could make it all and all and all +I ain't pickin' up a call, mirror on the wall + +[Outro] +I could take it all and all and all +Mirror on the wall, mirror on the wall +I could make her fall and fall and fall +Spirits in the hall, mirror on the wall20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +When I Lie (Remix)[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try (All they do is try) +Woke up on a lonely day, she can't help but wonder why (But wonder why) +I saw it on her face, she wanna make those fuckers cry (Make those fuckers cry) +She ends up in a better place and time when she get high + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +Stick that needle in my eye +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times + +[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] +Pour that drip up in my Faygo +In my city I got say-so +I was just talking to Fredo +Then I woke up, he was gone +All my friends are really dead +Still hear their voices in my head +These days, it's hard to sleep alone +I beg my baby please don't go +Please don't go +I can handle my rivals, but can't fight these demons alone +Please don't go +All these fakes, all these snakes in the grass, gotta keep it cut low +Keep the circle small, stand tall through it all +Praying I don't fall, know they'd rather see me long gone +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind +I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind +I'm not evil by design, but I feel dead at times + +[Outro: Lil Peep] +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind +Stick that needle in my eye +When I lie +Cuts me when I lie +When I lie12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Black Clothes[Intro] +Sonny Digital +Ayy + +[Hook: Lil Peep] +I'm with Lil Tracy and we posted on the couch +We gon' hit the mall, take them goth hoes out +GothBoiClique make a goth ho shout +With the GothBoiClique every time I leave the house +I'm with Cold Hart and we rolling at the show +My teeth pink, Cold Hart chain gold +Black clothes, club lights, I don't even know +How I'm getting home, I'm just mobbin' with my bros + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +I was in the background, you was in the front +I was in the back of the club turnt up +Mackned strapped up, he don't give a fuck +Funny how my ex girls wanna make up +Lil Peep getting bucks, big bucks, big bucks +Wrists still cut from my last break up +Bitch still stuck on the goth boy love +Telling me it's nothing like a goth boy love + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I'm with Lil Tracy and we posted on the couch +We gon' hit the mall, take them goth hoes out +GothBoiClique make a goth ho shout +With the GothBoiClique every time I leave the house +I'm with Cold Hart and we rolling at the show +My teeth pink, Cold Hart chain gold +Black clothes, club lights, I don't even know +How I'm getting home, I'm just mobbin' with my bros +[Verse 2: Cold Hart] +You were in the background, I was in the front +Me and Lil Jeep pull up, Chevy truck (Got) +Got her in all black with some fishnets on +GothBoiClique can't leave you alone +Sitting in my room playing Russian roulette +Finger on the trigger while she giving me neck +Baby, yeah I told you not to fall in love +'Cause baby there ain't nothing like goth boy love +Bitch + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I'm with Lil Tracy and we posted on the couch +We gon' hit the mall, take them goth hoes out +GothBoiClique make a goth ho shout +With the GothBoiClique every time I leave the house +I'm with Cold Hart and we rolling at the show +My teeth pink, Cold Hart chain gold +Black clothes, club lights I don't even know +How I'm getting home, I'm just mobbin' with my bros18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Goth Love[Chorus] +And I'll be with you 'till the end, girl +No matter what we're goin' through +You know you my best friend, girl +I don't wanna lose you +But, I gotta go now +And I'll be with you in the Benz, girl +Like I was with you in the coupe +You know you my best friend, girl +I don't wanna lose you +But, I gotta go now + +[Verse] +Bust it, bust it +So I just popped another Xan now (xan now) +Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it +I don't know what the fuck to do (what to do) +Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it +I can't believe I'm not your man now (not your man now) +Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it +I just wanna hold you, but I can't find you (can't find you) +Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it +And I been lookin' for a while now (for a while now) +Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it +I think I might be lookin' through (lookin' through) +Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it +A telescope into the sky, how haven't I found anyone +Who love me like you do7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Suck The Tip[Intro] +(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat) + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Fuck that bitch, send that bitch to the hospital +Left your wife on the couch like a vegetable +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +She said, "I can't do it, impossible" +Dance to a pussy, I'm the man, you an officer +Bitch, you ain't confident but baby, I will suck your tits +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck on tip + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, drugs if you wanna sip + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +I eat pussy like some pepperoni Domino's +I eat booty at my grandpa funeral +Fuckin' bitches high on coke +I fuck fat hoes, I fuck short hoes, I'ma take that ho + +[Verse 3: Lil Tracy] +Pussy wet like a lake (Wet, wet, wet) +Change them sheets everyday (Sheets everyday) +Bust a nut on her lips (Bust a nut on her lips) +Suck on some water, baby girl and then we can kiss (Then we can kiss) +The xan got me tired (Yeah) +Suck on my dick, I can't hold your hair, told her to tie it (To tie it) +Step on the stage and they riot (Riot) +Nigga, I'm fly like a pilot (Pilot) +She a lil' freak and I like it (I like it) +Eat on that pussy, I bite it (I bite it) +Snorting the coke the whole night (Night) +Eatin' food the whole night (Yeah) +Might eat the booty like rice (Like rice) +Pussy leaking like a pipe (Pipe) +Beat it up just like a fight (Fight) +Pussy is loose, it used to be tight (Tight)11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In The CarLyrics from Snippets + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Got me fucked up in the car +Makes it easier to deal +I can't stand to see you bleed +When the reason for it's me + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Peep] +You're not who you say you are (You're not who you say you are) +Liar, what you claim to be? (Liar, why you claim to be?) +Leave the club and hold my hand (Leave the club and hold my hand) +We'll die off what we claim to need (We'll die off what we claim to need) + +[Verse: Lil Tracy] +[?] +Call me "black Peep", I've been dying out west + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Got me fucked up in the car +Makes it easier to deal +I can't stand to see you bleed +When the reason for it's me + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Peep] +You're not who you say you are (You're not who you say you are) +Liar, what you claim to be? (Liar, why you claim to be?) +Leave the club and hold my hand (Leave the club and hold my hand) +We'll die off what we claim to need (We'll die off what we claim to need)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Neverland[Chorus] +Meet me at the mall +We could blow a bag +I'm about to ball +On my ex like I'm mad +Meet me at the mall +She ain't comin' back +I'ma spend it all +Then I pull off in the jag +Meet me at the mall +We could blow a bag +I'm about to ball +On my ex poppin' tags +Meet me at the mall +She ain't comin' back +I'ma spend it all +I know I can make it back + +[Bridge] +She don't ever wanna grow up +I don't ever wanna grow up, now +Gettin' money like a grown up +Everybody said I glo'd up now +She don't ever wanna grow up +I don't ever wanna grow up, now +Gettin' money like a grown up +Everybody said I glo'd up now +[Chorus] +Meet me at the mall +We could blow a bag +I'm about to ball +On my ex like I'm mad +Meet me at the mall +She ain't comin' back +I'ma spend it all +And I pull off in the jag +Meet me at the mall +We could blow a bag +I'm about to ball +On my ex poppin' tags +Meet me at the mall +She ain't comin' back +I'ma spend it all +I know I can make it back21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fishscale[Verse 1: Yunggoth✰] +Catch me in the stairway, ayy, ayy +Catch me in the, yeah, catch me in the, ayy +Catch me in the stairway, ayy, ayy +Wiped off all this fishscale, ayy, ayy +Catch me, you're a freezer mane, ayy, ayy +And you're crazy callin' us freaks, ayy, ayy +Messed up, like you're fading, ayy, ayy +Geekin' off the best dope, ayy, ayy +I'm just sittin' in the hallway +I'm just sittin' in the hallway +I'm just sittin' in the hallway +I'm just sittin' in the hallway + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Girl, wipe off all that fishscale +When they get me, won't you pay my bail +Bitch, I get it in the fuckin' mail +Like my bitches thick, but I'm so frail +If I counted all the blunts I smoked +If I counted all the hearts I broke +If you've doubted I'ma make you choke +On your words for free +I don't come with a fee, not me, not me +Catch me in the stairway +I'm on that, "I don't fuckin' care" wave +It's like three up in my time zone +It's like three up in my styrofoam12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Longitude[Intro: Andy Kaufman's Grandmother] +I think you straighten up a little bit +I think you should, I think you know +You should, you should look at yourself in the mirror sometimes +And say: "Look, what am I doing? Why, why am I this way?" + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +You ain't going nowhere, with that attitude +I can't find anyone that's like me at this latitude +Ain't going nowhere, when I'm mad at you +I can't find anyone that's like me on this avenue +Going nowhere, with that attitude +I can't find anyone that's like me at this latitude +Going nowhere, when I'm mad at you +I can't find anyone that's like me on this ave-nue + +[Verse: Lil Peep] +Ayy, just walk with me this time, she said +Don't talk to me this time +Fuck me right here, baby, fuck it +One more night here, baby, then I'm gone +Everything you ever wanted from me +I could give it to you right now, ayy +Watch my hands move, baby it's me (it's me) +I'm about to knock your lights out, yeah +Bitch, it's cold in my own city +You were down with me, used to want the whole scene, hey +I admit I never hated it +We were just some stupid fucking kids, hated everything +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Going nowhere, with that attitude +I can't find anyone that's like me at this latitude +I can't go nowhere, when I'm mad at you +I can't find anyone that's like me at this avenue +Ain't going nowhere, with that attitude +I can't find anyone that's like me at this latitude +I can't go nowhere, when I'm mad at you +I can't find anyone that's like me on this ave-nue, hey32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Yung[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Waitin' for my death, while I count to ten +Shawty layin' on my chest in the back of the Benz +I can see you fakin', why you playin' pretend? +I don't even know you, but you act like we're friends? +She ain’t gonna meet another one like me +Puts you to the ground when you kept walkin' +Yeah, it say "Gucci" on my plain white tee +That's a grown man flex, stop playin' with me + +[Verse 2: YungJZAisDead] +Baby, I was blazin' in my plain white tee +You can steal my pictures of me and your broken dreams +I waited for your touch, you never waited for me +See me in the dark waitin' patiently for you, tonight +I'm beggin' for your touch, I'm beggin' for your touch tonight +I'm beggin' for your touch, I'm beggin' for your touch14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Turn[Intro] +I'm fine + +[Verse] +Everything hurts +Everything just gets worse +All this ice on me burns (Everything hurts) +Now they nice to me, when they weren't (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +I've been flexin' it's my turn +Now I feel like it's my turn +Now I'm makin' it turn +I've been flexin' like it's my turn (Ayy) +I've been flexin' it's my turn (Bitch) +Now I feel like it's my turn (Bitch) +Now I'm makin' heads turn +Now they nice to me, when they weren't (Ayy) +I've been flexin' it's my turn +I've been flexin' it's my turn +I keep flexin' it's my turn +I've been flexin' like it's my turn (Ayy)10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All For Me (Fall Asleep)[Intro: Lil Peep] +Ooh, hey, ooh +I don't wanna fall asleep +I don't know, but she next to me tonight +She don't wanna fall for me + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I don't wanna fall asleep (Fall asleep) +I don't know, but she next to me tonight +She don't wanna fall for me (Fall for me) +I don't know, but she all for me tonight +I don't wanna fall asleep (Fall asleep) +I don't know, but she next to me tonight +She don't wanna fall for me (Fall for me) +I don't know, but she all for me tonight + +[Verse 1: Fat Nick] +I'm droppin' lean in my liters (Ayy) +Glowest as can be, you can't beat us (Ayy) +Uzi stay tucked, no [?] (Haha) +My wrists stay cut working on Sears (Ayy) +What you 'bout? Want my clout +Twitter thuggin', runnin' mouth (Mhm) +Margiela on all of my toes +VVS came on all fours (Haha) +Juugin' these bricks out the roof (Skrrt) +Whip on the stove, got me cooking the ho's +Whip in the foreign, we lurkin', ayy +.38 bustin', get out of my way +Bitch suck my dick, she don't kiss on my face +Yeah, yeah, [?] even no faith +Poppin' these Perkys, she want me (Ayy) +We're going to spend it, so cocky (Ayy) +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I don't wanna fall asleep (Fall asleep) +I don't know, but she next to me tonight +She don't wanna fall for me (Fall for me) +I don't know, but she all for me tonight +I don't wanna fall asleep (Fall asleep) +I don't know, but she next to me tonight +She don't wanna fall for me (Fall for me) +I don't know, but she all for me tonight + +[Verse 2: Germ] +Bitch, watch me run it up, pockets flooded out +My thotty love it when I strap on the kitty bag +Shit, now kill it, kittens, pistol whippin' boy +I guess the money, diamonds dancing, her pussy wet +Ran off in the vet, with a hundred packs of Xans +Pockets swole from the shows and the ego boostin' by your ho +You know how it go (You know how it go)10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crying Diamonds[Chorus] +She cryin' diamonds (Get me high, get me high, get me high) +I'm cryin' diamonds (Let me die, let me die, let me die) +Bitch, I'm shinin' (I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine) +Bitch, I'm dyin' (Hit my line, hit my line, hit my line) +She cryin' diamonds (Get me high, get me high, get me high) +I'm cryin' diamonds (Let me die, let me die, let me die) +Bitch, I'm shinin' (I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine) +Bitch, I'm dyin' (Hit my line, hit my line, hit my line) +I'm dyin' (Hate my life) + +[Verse] +Shawty, I've been off off the shit, ayy +Tripping beans with shawty, I'm a real piece of shit, right +Fell in love with lean, now I need it by the brick, mate +Fell in love with me, now she always suckin' dick, right +I just told my bitch "I'm gettin' money" (Gettin' money) +Now she actin' funny, she ain't gettin' none from me +I just told my bitch, "I'm gettin' money" (Gettin' money) +Now she actin' funny, she ain't gettin' none from me (Nah) + +[Chorus] +She cryin' diamonds (Get me high, get me high, get me high) +I'm cryin' diamonds (Let me die, let me die, let me die) +Bitch, I'm shinin' (I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine) +Bitch, I'm dyin' (Hit my line, hit my line, hit my line) +[Outro] +Get me high, get me high, get me high +Let me die, let me die, let me die +I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Buzzin’[Chorus: Lil Peep & BEXEY] +It's like every girl I love, yeah, she just wanna see me die +It's like every girl I trust, wanna put daggers in my spine +Oh, don't get too close, girl +You should know when to leave me alone, girl +It's like every girl I love, yeah, she just wanna see me die +It's like every girl I trust, wanna put daggers in my spine +Oh, don't get too close, girl +You should know when to leave me alone, girl + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Pockets full of nothing, money in my bag +She told me I'm a druggie so I left and now she sad +Baby, that make you the junkie, you addicted to my lovin' +Even though I know you only love me 'cause I'm buzzin' +What's your motherfucking problem? I think you need some help +I give you help, that's what I offer, but you left me on the shelf +I'm not a trophy, I got bitches on my belt +I put stitches on the pain, if you listen to me well +Pockets full of nothing, money in my bag +She told me I'm a druggie so I left and now she sad +Baby, that make you the junkie, you addicted to my lovin' +Even though I know you only love me 'cause I'm buzzin' + +[Chorus: Lil Peep & BEXEY] +It's like every girl I love, yeah, she just wanna see me die +It's like every girl I trust, wanna put daggers in my spine +Oh, don't get too close, girl +You should know when to leave me alone, girl +It's like every girl I love, yeah, she just wanna see me die +It's like every girl I trust, wanna put daggers in my spine +Oh, don't get too close, girl +You should know when to leave me alone, girl +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Pockets full of nothing, money in my bag +She told me I'm a druggie so I left and now she sad +Baby, that make you the junkie +You addicted to my lovin' +Even though I know you only love me 'cause I'm buzzin' +What's your motherfucking problem? +I think you need some help +I give you help, that's what I offer, but you left me on the shelf +I'm not a trophy, I got bitches on my belt +I put stitches on the pain, if you listen to me well +Pockets full of nothing, money in my bag +She told me I'm a druggie so I left and now she sad +Baby, that make you the junkie +You addicted to my lovin' +Even though I know you only love me 'cause I'm buzzin'3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Flexin[Verse] +I'm still flexin' +Shout out to Texas +Shout out to Brooklyn +Shout out to my ex-bitch +I'm still geekin' +I'm still tweakin' +Every fucking weekend +I be in the deep end +I cannot function +Still in the function +I'm still stuntin' +I just want the hundreds +Goddamn youngin' +I been gettin' money +I ain't with the bullshit +Try and take it from me + +[Verse] +I'm still flexin' +Shout out to Texas +Shout out to Brooklyn +Shout out to my ex-bitch +I'm still geekin' +I'm still tweakin' +Every fucking weekend +I be in the deep end +I cannot function +Still in the function +I'm still stuntin' +I just want the hundreds +Goddamn youngin' +I been gettin' money +I ain't with the bullshit +Try and take it from me +[Verse] +I'm still flexin' +Shout out to Texas +Shout out to Brooklyn +Shout out to my ex-bitch +I'm still geekin' +I'm still tweakin' +Every fucking weekend +I be in the deep end +I cannot function +Still in the function +I'm still stuntin' +I just want the hundreds +Goddamn youngin' +I been gettin' money +I ain't with the bullshit +Try and take it from me + +[Verse] +I'm still flexin' +Shout out to Texas +Shout out to Brooklyn +Shout out to my ex-bitch +I'm still geekin' +I'm still tweakin' +Every fucking weekend +I be in the deep end +I cannot function +Still in the function +I'm still stuntin' +I just want the hundreds +Goddamn youngin' +I been gettin' money +I ain't with the bullshit +Try and take it from me4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Poppin’ Pills Thinkin’ ’Bout U[Chorus] +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills, thinkin' about you (Thinkin' about you) +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills, thinkin' about you + +[Bridge] +I wish I didn't have a heart to love you +(I wish I didn't have a heart to love you) +I wish I didn't play a part to break you +(I wish I didn't play a part to break you) +I wish I didn't do a lot of the shit I do +(The shit I do) +And I wish you didn't too + +[Verse] +Tell me that you hate me +I just wanna hear that +Baby you could blame me +But you love me and we could never lose that + +[Chorus] +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills, thinkin' about you (Thinkin' about you) +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills, thinkin' about you +[Outro] +Poppin' pills thinking about you +Poppin' pills thinking about you +Poppin' pills, poppin' pills +Pill to pill, pill to pill +Gothboiclique2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Looking for YouLyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +Make a couple lines +'Cause you're making me high now + +[Chorus] +I could live life all on my own +Girl, I'm only nineteen, but I'm already grown +All the shit I say to you, I already told +To my last girl, baby, but you're already grown + +[Verse] +When I know that I'm not +Lookin' in the mirror, like I'm all that I got +You got me lookin' in the mirror, like you're all that I got +(I wanna hate you) Even though that ain't true +(I wish that I could take you) I'ma still stay faithful +I'ma take a photograph, rip it in half if I took it with you +Now I'm looking back at the past, I was trippin' when I tripped over you +She said, "What you wanna ask me?" (Ayy) +I don't listen to you +I see you looking when you pass me (Ayy) +I wasn't looking for you (Yeah) +I got a bottle in my hand +Bad bitch- +[Chorus] +I could live life all on my own +Girl, I'm only nineteen, but I'm already grown +All the shit I say to you, I already told +To my last girl, baby, but you're already grown21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pussy[Intro: Lil Peep] +Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt +Yeah +Skrrt, skrrt +Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy +Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy +Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I love pussy (I love pussy) +I need pussy (I need pussy) +I need money +So I can get some pussy (Get some pussy) +I love pussy (I love pussy) +I want pussy (I want pussy) +She want my dick (She want my dick) +I want her pussy (I want her pussy) +You a pussy (You a pussy) +Gettin' pussy (Gettin' pussy) +Eatin' cookies (Eatin' cookies) +With your bitch (With your bitch) +You a rookie (You a rookie) +I'm a legend (Livin' legend) +If you got pussy +Send a message +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +I'll be lookin' (I'll be lookin') +For some pussy (For that pussy) +I can't find it, nah, I just found it, yeah +Pussy wet, yeah, like a fountain, yeah +She the best, she bring me ounces (Uh huh) +I've been countin', I need an accountant (Yeah, uh huh) +Your city borin' 'less I come through tourin' +(Ayy, through tourin') +All the shit you say is so unimportant (Ayy) +Lil Peep shawty comin' up like it's nothin' (Ayy) + +[Interlude: Lil Peep] +Okay, okay +Okay, okay, okay, okay +Ayy, ayy +Yeah, ayy + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Yunggoth with me, sippin' lean, smokin' weed +Takin' beans, we some fiends for the pussy (For the pussy) +I just copped some True Religion jeans for the free +I'ma put 'em on your bitch when she suck me (Slurp) + +[Verse 2: Yunggoth] +I'm in her pussy, ayy, yeah +I be pushin', ayy, yeah +Fuckin' lookin', ayy, yeah +Shawty tooken, ayy, yeah +I was just choosin', ayy, yeah +You a loser, ayy, yeah +Uh, ah, you a goofy, ayy, yeah +With my shooters, snipe you +Pull up in a body bag +We done blew out the racks +I just wanna pop tags +Way she coolin', pussy trap +I be pullin' in your trap +Up at the store with no Benjis +Doin' my baby mama bad, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I love pussy (I love pussy) +I need pussy (I need pussy) +I need money +So I can get some pussy (Get some pussy) +I love pussy (I love pussy) +I want pussy (I want pussy) +She want my dick (She want my dick) +I want her pussy (I want her pussy) +You a pussy (You a pussy) +Gettin' pussy (Gettin' pussy) +Eatin' cookies (Eatin' cookies) +With your bitch (With your bitch) +You a rookie (You a rookie) +I'm a legend (Livin' legend) +If you got pussy +Send a message +I'll be.... +I love pussy (I love pussy) +I need pussy (I need pussy) +I need money +So I can get some pussy (Get some pussy) +I love pussy (I love pussy) +I want pussy (I want pussy) +She want my dick (She want my dick) +I want her pussy (I want her pussy) +You a pussy (You a pussy) +Gettin' pussy (Gettin' pussy) +Eatin' cookies (Eatin' cookies) +With your bitch (With your bitch) +You a rookie (You a rookie) +I'm a legend (Livin' legend) +If you got pussy +Send a message +I'll be...6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Just In CaseLyrics from Snippets + +[Verse 1] +As I walk around these places +I get used to same old faces +... +I try to live life so painless + +[Chorus] +Sing it with me, sing it with me +Everybody sing it with me +Grab my gun and bring it with me +Just in case I wanna die +Put it on me, put it on me +Love it when you put it on me +Look at how she put it on me +That shit made me wanna cry +That shit made me wanna cry + +[Verse 2] +[?] + +[Chorus] +Sing it with me, sing it with me +Everybody sing it with me +Grab my gun and bring it with me +Just in case I wanna die +Put it on me, put it on me +Love it when you put it on me +Look at how she put it on mе +That shit made me wanna cry +That shit made mе wanna cry6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Goat[Intro] +Yo, I think I'm insane like nobody else +When I was in pain, ain’t nobody helped +She left me to bleed, I was all by myself +She made me a promise she never would tell + +[Verse 1] +I-I-I told her I needed her +I said I believe in her +Sh-Sh-She told me she never will +I hung up and I popped a pill +I ain't gon' hate you, my mama will +I-I-I ain’t gon' hurt you, my partner will +Remember you rode it like Chevrolet? +I know that my dick game is Bonneville +I know that I fuck you like no one can +I just saw your name in my phone again +I prolly am never gon' know yo man +Just call when you're over him +You-You-You prolly gon' never call +You-You-You prolly won't hear my song +You hate me, you never wrong +I just wish we could get along +Got me hatin' myself again (Huh?) +So eager to help a friend (Huh?) +That never would help me back (Nah) +I got coke on my shelf again +I just wanna make it right (Yeah) +But-But I can't miss my flight (Yeah) +Cop-Coppin’ the newest shit (Huh?) +Blinded by all the hype (Huh?) +Your outfit won’t change your life (Yeah) +This-This music might change my life (Yeah) +I'm fighting my demons now +Percocet every night +Walking ’round Hollywood +Take over, I prolly could +I'm smoking another ounce (Smoke) +'Cause Spitta and Roddy would (Smoke) +Back on my grimy shit +I'm swimming inside your bitch (Uh) +My motto is M.O.B. (Whoo) +That-That mean I was lying, bitch +[Chorus] +Put it all on my back +Put it all on my back +Free the world from its stress +Now it’s all on my back +I got, I got weights on my shoulders and my bones finna snap +Save a hunnit thousand lives with a hunnit thousand racks +Put it all on my back +Put it all on my back +Free the world from its stress +Now it's all on my back +I got, I got weights on my shoulders and my bones finna snap +Save a hunnit thousand lives with a hunnit thousand racks, bitch + +[Verse 2] +She told me it's real, I told her she fake +I know all the shit she won't say to my face +You wanna talk about me? Let's see how that works +You're fuckin' her now, I was fucking her first +You're staring at me, that's visible thirst +I'm onto you now, my penis is cursed +Ain't talkin' 'bout herpes, worse +How do these white bitches know how to twerk? +I ain't complaining, money is raining +All of my karma came in the payment +Fuck is you saying? My life is the best +God put me on earth to take all your stress +It's all on my back, I'm stronger than most +I'on smoke crack, I got coke on my coat +Smoke on a boat +Look at the ocean like damn it, one day they gon' call me the GOAT (Goose) +Smoke on a boat +Look at the ocean like damn it, one day they gon' call me the GOAT (Goose)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Can’t Touch Me (Junkie)[Intro] +She a groupie, that bitch a junkie +Pussy gooey, smelling funky +Who gon' fuck me? Who gon' fuck me? Who gon' fuck me? +She a groupie, that bitch a junkie +Pussy gooey, smelling funky +Who gon' fuck me? Who gon' fuck me? Who gon' fuck me? +Yeah + +[Verse] +She a groupie, that bitch a junkie +Pussy gooey, smelling funky +Who gon' fuck me? Who gon' fuck me? Who gon' fuck me? +Yeah, who gon' fuck me? +She a groupie, that bitch a junkie +Pussy gooey, yeah, smelling funky +Who gon' fuck me? Who gon' fuck me? Who gon' fuck me? +Yeah, who gon' fuck me? + +[Pre-Chorus] +You can't touch me, but you could fuck me +I'm off of molly, I'm feeling comfy +You can't touch me, but you could fuck me +I'm off of molly, yeah, I'm feeling comfy +I'm off of molly, I'm feeling comfy +I'm off of molly, I'm feeling comfy +Off of molly, feeling comfy +Off of molly, feeling comfy, yeah +[Chorus] +Who gon' fuck me? You can't touch me +Who gon' fuck me? You can't touch me +Who gon' fuck me? You can't touch me +But you could fuck me, yeah +But you could fuck me +Who gon' fuck me? You can't touch me +Who gon' fuck me? You can't touch me +Who gon' fuck me? You can't touch me + +[Outro] +She a groupie, pussy poopie +Get the fuck up out the crib with that pussy (The fuck out!) +Get the fuck up out the crib, she a goofy (Goofy) +Pussy gooey, smelling funky (Yeah) +You a junkie, you a junkie, bitch +You a junkie +You a junkie, you a junkie, bitch +You a junkie +Yeah ayy!11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +DownDownDownLyrics From Snippets + +[Verse: Lil Peep] +[?] Steppin' on cracks +You ain't shit but bad luck, take a left +Never mind, man, come with me for a sac (For a sac) +We can have sex, chill out, smoke a sack +Try to understand that yo new man wack, he a sad +Make you drip drip down from a bat (From a bat) +She could take dick like she fat (Like she fat) +You've been riding 'round on flats (On flats) +I can tell by the way you write yo raps (Write yo raps) +Snakes don't come around, facts (Real facts) +They attract to the lies and the racks (Racks) +If you keep it real, I keep it real back (Back) +I keep it real, so she on my lap (Who) +Drinking that yack, smoking a sack (A sack) +I put yo town in the map, gimme some that (Gimme that bitch)16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Selfish[Intro: lil skil] +[?] + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +If you wanna stop now (If you wanna stop now) +Tell me the truth, please break this down +Is it the small town? (Is it the small town?) +Is it the way that I laid you down? + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I'm gonna stop now (I'm gonna stop now) +And you can call me anything but selfish +Everything I do is pointless +I'm just going through a bad year by myself +Somebody call me (Somebody call me) +Somebody tell me I'll be fine +I just wish you'd tell me lies +The truth just stays inside +Somebody call me (Somebody call me) +Somebody tell me I'll be fine +I just wish you'd tell me lies +Is there's something on your mind? +I know there is + +[Bridge: lil skil] +Yeah, I can see it in your eyes +Baby, you will be fine +And everything and I... (Yeah) +[Verse: lil skil] +I can see it in your eyes +All I want is you to stay fine +Now let go, now let go +You took but I could never lie +I just wanna have the time (With you) +All I do is shows live (With you) +I don't wanna die, fall, fall + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +If you wanna stop now +Tell me truth, please break this down +Is it the small town? +Is it the way that I laid you down? + +[Outro: Lil Peep & lil skil] +I'm gonna stop now (I'm gonna stop now) +And you can call me anything but selfish +Everything I do is pointless +I'm just going through a bad year by myself31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​goth queen[Verse: Lil Peep] +You don't know me at all +I ain't pickin' up when I get your call +I just flipped a quarter pound and blew it at the mall +I ain't worried 'bout what the fuck you gotta say at all +Keep it to yourself, drugs on the shelf +If it wasn't for my plug, then I wouldn't have this belt +Yeah, I need some help, yeah, I'm goin' to hell +All my exes dead in the basement, you can smell + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I just need a goth queen tonight +I just wanna fuck you in the candlelight +I ain't rockin' Trues, like my jeans real tight +Like my pussy and my food teriyaki white rice, lil' bitch +I just need a goth queen tonight +I just wanna fuck you in the candlelight +I ain't rockin' Trues, like my jeans real tight +Like my pussy and my food teriyaki white rice, lil' bitch5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Doubt Me[Intro: Lil Peep] +Yeah-ah-ah +How you feeling about me +GBC, Healthyboyz, Moneyposse +Back of the club, bad bitches around me +Yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Eddy Baker] +I don't give a fuck how you feeling about me (Little bitch) +Back of the club, bad bitches around me (Alright) +Back in the day why everyone doubt me (Yeah) +Look at my outfit, somebody count me (Cash) +Choke on my dick if you're trying to shade me (Bitch) +I don't give a fuck if you're trying to play me (Alright) +I don't give a fuck if you're trying to save me (Yeah) +Yeah I got bitches, not one of them date me (Alright) + +[Verse: Eddy Baker with Lil Peep] +Know I pulled up with a box of blunts (Alright) +Range Rover filled with sluts (Skuu) +Shoebox filled with blunts (Cash) +Rollin' up that stinky skunk (Stinky skunk) +Light it up, they know what's up +Getting money with my bros (Alright) +Bad bitches they show us love +Hit the crib and let us fuck +Came in sober, leaving drunk +Young nigga, I'm having fun (Alright) +Lean in my Hawaiian Punch +Drank too much, I'm throwing up (Yeah) +All my shows be going up +That's why your girl be choosin' us (Yeah, yeah) +Coolest and the smoothest one +My life like Ferris Bueller's was +Posted in the Breakfast Club +Just like Vander smoking drugs (Alright) +Where's my molly we're gon' try and see if she fuck with a thug (Little bitch) +Healthyboyz cartel, got narcotics if you need a buzz +Blowin' all my money on designer 'cause I'm young and dumb +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Eddy Baker] +I don't give a fuck how you feeling about me (Little bitch) +Back of the club, bad bitches around me (Alright) +Back in the day why everyone doubt me (Yeah) +Look at my outfit, somebody count me (Cash) +Choke on my dick if you're trying to shade me (Bitch) +I don't give a fuck if you're trying to play me (Alright) +I don't give a fuck if you're trying to save me (Yeah) +Yeah I got bitches, not one of them date me (Little bitch)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sometimes Life Gets Fucked Up[Chorus] +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (We get fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (Fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs + +[Verse] +That we used to do +I was used to you (I was used to you) +"What have you been through?" +She asked me +Every fuckin' kind of abuse +If you love me too +You would give me you (Give me you) +Lock me in your room +Don't tell me the truth +Everything you said (Everything you said) +Stays inside my head (Stays inside my head) +All the shit you said +All the blood I bled + +[Chorus] +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (We get fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (Fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Broken Smile[Chorus: Lil Peep] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong + +[Verse 1: PatrickxBlue] +VVS cuts on my wrist, I'm suicidal +Dancing all alone, I feel like Billy Idol +Looking in the mirror and I see my only rival +Only see my future at the end of this rifle +She was all I had 'til my shit went viral +Now these thoughts spinning in my head just like a vinyl +But now let's play back +Time to put my Mama in that Maybach +Almost started trapping but I had to take a safe track +Fucking with my boys we gon' have to push your faith back +Told me that you love me +Oh how sweet of you to say that +Fucked up one too many times +I'm man enough to say that +Told you that I love you +But baby I take that back +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong + +[Verse 2: Christian Rose] +Ok until now before the girl with the +Broken smile, ask her if she wants +To stay around 'cause she will be loved +Poppin' pills so I can't feel it, can you feel me now? +Watching you just from a distance try and kill me now +I've been dealing with some issues tryna figure out +Is it worth it to keep going I need answers now +Ion love you too much, I love you 3 much +I'm poppin 4 pills I'm dying for real, I hope you save me +If you jump in we'll never make it to safety, I think it was +That broken smile that saved me + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drugs on Me (Pain Glorified)*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +[?] +Pain glorified +Drugs on me, when I ride by +Feds on my line, I could do or die +Pain glorified5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Choose[Chorus] +You choose, and I choose, we both choose +We fuck, we bust nuts, it ain't new +You do what I do, it ain't you +Good luck, I don’t give a fuck, do you? +Dutch Master, smoke like a vacuum +Did half the coke in the bathroom +Came back with the attitude, ah +Came back in a new mood, yeah + +[Verse 1] +You told me you love me, you're lying +I swear that I ain't even trying +Whatever I'm selling, she buyin' +I keep it quiet, she can't keep it quiet +I fuck her on nothin' but good weed +She don't behave how she should be +I fuck her on nothin' but good weed +I take a pill then she see a new me + +[Chorus] +You choose, and I choose, we both choose +We fuck, we bust nuts, it ain't new +You do what I do, it ain't you +Good luck, I don’t give a fuck, do you +Dutch Master, smoke like a vacuum +Did half the coke in the bathroom +Came back with the attitude, ah +Came back in a new mood, yeah +[Verse 2] +Choose her, ayy, chooser, yeah +Roll up for me, ayy, two cups, yeah +Show love, yeah, it's no love, nah +She don't fuck with me, yeah, but I fuck, damn +Ride around with her 'cause she hold my work +Ride around with her 'cause she keep it in her purse +Ride around with her 'cause I like when she squirt +Ride around with her 'cause she do a lot of dirt + +[Chorus] +You choose, and I choose, we both choose +We fuck, we bust nuts, it ain't new +You do what I do, it ain't you +Good luck, I don’t give a fuck, do you? +Dutch Master, smoke like a vacuum +Did half the coke in the bathroom +Came back with the attitude, ah +Came back in a new mood, yeah + +[Outro] +You choose, and I choose, we both choose +We fuck, we bust nuts, it ain't you +You do what I do, it ain't true +Good luck, I don’t give a fuck, do you? +Dutch Master, smoke like a vacuum +Did half the coke in the bathroom +Came back with the attitude, ah +Came back in a new mood, yeah7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On the Highway*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse 1: OMENXIII] +-tracks in these fuckin' slacks +Painted black nails, with this fucking gas +Nobody give a fuck 'bout what you doin' + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +All of the time when (All of the time when) +It's all on my mind to take it + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I was poppin' pills on the highway +If I'm gonna do it, then I'm doin' it my way +Jay told me I'm a threat +Bitch, I'm up next...7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil AngelLyrics From Snippets + +[Intro: Lil Peep] +This one is for the ones we love, yeah +Lil angel, lil angel + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +California helped me write this song (Okay) +Don't nobody wanna wait that long (No way) +We just wanna find the ones we love (That's right) +Lil angel coming down from above (Okay) +Lil angel coming down for the drugs + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +[?] +I got problems with the women I know +Lil Peep, I fell in love with the ho +I'm in a beamer, smoking dope with the blow +Cold Hart back to give you some more + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +California helped me write this song (Okay) +Don't nobody wanna wait that long (No way) +We just wanna find the ones we love (That's right) +Lil angel coming down from above (Okay) +Lil angel coming down for the drugs +...12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +$$ (Timmy Boots)[Open verse] + +[Verse 1] +I know you're done, and that's okay +I wouldn't want you waiting for me anyway +But if I could ask just one last thing from you (Yeah‚ yeah‚ yeah) +Tell all my friends that it wasn't them +It really wasn't anybody in the end +This was on me +I'm taking the blame from you (From you) + +[Chorus] +I love you‚ I really wanna fuck you +Meet me in the W, we wildin' out the sun roof +Fuck is up with you? +Shawty, the fuck is up with you? (Fuck is up with you?) +We sippin' dope juice‚ snow up on my Timmy boots (On my Timmy boots) +Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back‚ bitch (Bitch) +I never ever thought that this shit wouldn't last, bitch (Last, bitch) +Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bitch (Bitch) +I just wanna fuck you from the back, bitch (Bitch)31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yayo[Intro] +BetterOffDead, nigga +Ooh-ooh (CaptainCrunch presents) +Ooh-ooh +Ooh-ooh + +[Chorus] +And my baby love cocaine (And my baby love cocaine) +She even do it on a weekday (She even do it on a weekday) +Baby, I'll drink champagne (I'll drink champagne) +I know my baby love cocaine (I know my baby love cocaine) +You don't even know my damn name (You don't even know my damn name) +You don't even know my first name (You don't even know my first name) +You gon' fuck me on the airplane (You gon' fuck me on the airplane) +We be fuckin' on cocaine (We be fuckin' on cocaine) +I know my baby love cocaine + +[Verse] +I know what she love (What?), my baby love the drugs (Yeah) +My baby don't love me, my baby love the drugs (Yeah) +My baby love the plug, my baby love the mud +My baby love the pills, my baby love the bud +My baby love cocaine, she keep it in her bum (Keep it in her bum) +My baby is so gay, my bitches let her fuck (My bitches let her fuck) +I gave her my switchblade, she put it on her tongue (Put it on her tongue) +She love staying up late, she love it when she numb (I love it when she numb) +Yeah, she love it when she numb (Yeah) +She love staying up late, she love it when she numb (Yeah) +I gave her my switchblade, she put it on her tongue +My baby is so gay, my bitches let her fuck +[Chorus] +And my baby love cocaine (And my baby love cocaine) +She even do it on a weekday (She even do it on a weekday) +Baby, I'll drink champagne (I'll drink champagne) +I know my baby love cocaine (I know my baby love cocaine) +You don't even know my damn name (You don't even know my damn name) +You don't even know my first name (You don't even know my first name) +You gon' fuck me on the airplane (You gon' fuck me on the airplane) +We be fuckin' on cocaine (We be fuckin' on cocaine) +I know my baby love cocaine (My baby love) + +[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​lil poop freestyle[Intro] +TRASHCAT +Prrr +Oh shit +Prrr, prrr + +[Verse] +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ayy) +Dippin' the blunt in the goop (Ayy) +I'm saving up for the coupe (Ah) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ayy) +I'm pulling up with the group (Damn) +I make that boy take a poop (Ayy) +I swear, I'm telling the truth +When I say I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Damm) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ayy) +Dippin' the blunt in the goop (Ayy) +I'm saving up for the coupe (Ayy) +I'm shitting on y'all lil poop (Yeah) +I'm pulling up with the group (Damn) +I make that boy take a poop (Pfft) +I swear I'm telling the truth +When I say I'm shitting on y'all lil poop (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ah) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ah) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Pfft) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ah) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ayy) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ah) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Pfft) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Flush) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ayy) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ah) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ayy) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Wipe) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ayy) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ayy) +I'm shitting on y'all, lil poop (Ayy) +I dip the blood in the goop (Ayy) +[Outro] +Prr, prr, prr, prr, ah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +U Said (Demo)[Part 1: Poppin' Pills Thinkin' 'Bout U] + +[Intro: Lil Peep] +Yeah +Yeah, ayy +Ayy + +[Chorus] +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills thinkin' about you (Thinkin' about you) +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills thinkin' about you + +[Bridge] +I wish I didn't have a heart to love you +(I wish I didn't have a heart to love you) +I wish I didn't play a part to break you +(I wish I didn't play a part to break you) +I wish I didn't do a lot of the shit I do +(The shit I do) +And I wish you didn't too +[Verse 1] +Tell me that you hate me +(Tell me that you hate me) +I just wanna hear that +(I just wanna hear that) +Baby, you can blame me +But you love me and we can never lose that + +[Chorus] +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills thinkin' about you (Thinkin' about you) +Runnin' away from you takes time and pain +And I don't even want to +So, I'm gettin' high all week without you +Poppin' pills thinkin' about you + +[Outro] +Poppin' pills thinkin' about you (About you) +Poppin' pills thinkin' about you (Thinkin' about you) +Poppin' pills, poppin' pills +Pill, pill, pill, pill + +[Part 2: Sometimes Life Gets Fucked Up] +[Intro] +GothBoiClique +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (We get fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (Fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs + +[Verse 2] +That we used to do +I was used to you (I was used to you) +"What have you been through?" +She asked me +Every fuckin' kind of abuse +If you love me too +You would give me you (You would give me you) +Lock me in your room +Don't tell me the truth +Everything you said (Everything you said) +Stays inside my head (Stays inside my head) +All the shit you said +All the blood I bled +[Chorus] +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (We get fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugs +Sometimes life gets fucked up (Fucked up) +That's why we get fucked up (Fucked up) +I can still feel your touch +I still do those same drugsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +16 Lines (Original Version)[Intro] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Wastin' your time, wastin' your time +Please don't cry + +[Chorus] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine + +[Verse] +I been on my own for two nights +I been in my zone, I've been high +Now she wonder why do I lie +I can't tell my wrongs from my rights +[Outro] +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (I hate it when you fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Girl, I know you hear me) +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (Fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Hear me)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Piece Of Shit[Intro] +12Hunna on a beat +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat + +[Verse] +I used to cut my wrist, now diamonds cuff my wrist (Yeah) +I'm a piece of shit, I don't even need a bitch (Nah) +I'm not afraid to die, I made my mama cry (Mama) +Ain't live a lie, this ain't no fuckin' lie (No lie) +Molly on my lip, bitch get off my dick (Molly) +I'm a piece of shit, I don't even need a bitch (Nah) +I'm not afraid to die, I made my mama cry (I made my mama cry) +Ain't live a lie, this ain't no fuckin' lie (I made my, I made my mama cry) + +[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +16 Lines (Juice WRLD Remix)[Intro: Lil Peep, Juice WRLD] +16 lines- +Of blow and I'm fine +You’re wastin' your time, wastin' your time +Please don’t cry +Yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don’t cry, you’re wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine + +[Verse: Lil Peep] +I been on my own for two nights +I been in my zone, I’ve been high +Now she wonder why do I lie +I can't tell my wrongs from my rights +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (I hate it when you fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Girl, I know you hear me) +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (Fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Hear me) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don’t cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine + +[Verse 2: Juice WRLD] +I can't stop myself from going down this road +I need a jacket, ain't know it was this cold +A musical misery +Fucking me up mentally, is that where I'm meant to be? +Cross my heart and hope to die been praying for a flatline +All these fuckin' posers, imitators on my timeline +Laying in my coffin I need overdose to fuck time +Percocet withdrawals make me realize what it feel like (Pain) +[Chorus: Lil Peep, Juice WRLD] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine (Yeah) +Break my bones, but act as my spine (Yuh) +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? (Damn) +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time (Yeah) +16 lines will make me feel fine (Yeah) +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine + + +[Outro: Lil Peep, Juice WRLD] +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (I hate it when you fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Hear me, Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Everybody Hates Me*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse: Lil Peep] +You wouldn't even fuck me (What?) +I feel like everybody hates me (Yeah) +I'm alone and I'm bleedin' (And I'm bleedin') +I know you see me (Know you see me)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Every Weekend[Intro: Slug Christ] +Every weekend, every fucking weekend +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Every weekend, every fucking weekend +Yah, yah, yaaah + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Yah, I'm geeking off them bars +Oh my god, oh my god, I might withdraw, oh my god +Oh my god, what is god? Fuck god, I am god +Let me rock, let me rock, oh my god, I'm geeking off them bars +Oh my god, oh my god, I might withdraw, oh my god +Oh my god, what is god? Fuck god +Let me rock, let me rock, let me rock, oh my god +Oh my god, I might withdraw, yeah I'm geeking off them bars +Oh my god + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +I've been geeking every fucking weekend +I've been tweaking while my blood seeping +Deeper and deeper, now my bitch leaking +She got demons, I got lots of demons +(demons) Oh my god +I've been geeking every fucking weekend +I've been tweaking while my blood seeping +Deeper and deeper, now my bitch leaking +She got demons, I got lots of demons +[Verse: Slug Christ] +I've been OD'ing every fucking weekend, damn +I've been OD'ing every fucking weekend +I've been doing Xanny bars and heroin every day +I've been fucking hoes in and out the state +They gon' fuck me, love me, swallowing the semen +I've been dreaming, I've been dreaming, I've been dreaming +Slug Christ slugging, fuck the police +Slug Christ drugging, all my girls be worried +Fuck a bitch, don't need it +In love with dope, I need it +I don't fuck with existence so I think that I'ma leave this shit behind +But just for tonight +Unless I do too much and die tonight +Fuckboy gonna say I glorify (stupid) +Use me as example but this ain't no life +You wanna live, I'm fucking lit +Slugga always been day one with the shits +Shout out all my Awful brothers, sisters, damn +Miss y'all, man, I love y'all, we gon' be rich, fuck the world +Fuck the world +Pressed as fuck but at least I'm racked up + +[Bridge: Slug Christ] +Every weekend, every fucking weekend +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Geek geeking all night, no sleeping +Skeet skeeting on that bitch, taste my semen, yeah +Started bleeding out my nose, now she screaming +I'm about to overdose, still fiending + +[Outro: Slug Christ] +I've been OD'ing every fucking weekend +Yung Lil Slugga, Yung Lil Peepee +I like to chill alone but I complain 'bout being lonely +I'ma fucking idiot, yo hating ass ain't gotta tell me +Stupid bitch, leave that shit alone, I already know I'ma piece of shit3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Spotlight (Original)[Verse 1] +Lovin' you is like a fairytale +I  just can't pick up the phone again +This  time, I'll be on my own, my friend +One more time, I'm all alone again + +[Pre-Chorus] +Sex with you is like I'm dreamin', and +I  just wanna hear you scream again +Now  you're gone, I can't believe it +Time I spent with you deceivin' me +I  don't care if you believe in me +I still wonder why you're leavin' me +I don't care if you believe me +I still wonder why you tease me + +[Chorus] +And  if I'm takin' this the wrong way +I hope you know that you can tell me whatever you're thinkin' +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +I hope you know I'm faded, all of this liquor I'm drinkin' +And if I'm takin' this the wrong way (Wrong way) +I hope you know that you can tell me whatever you're thinkin' +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +[Verse 2] +When the moon hit your skin, I could see you and him +Not you and me, but it's just you and me +When the sun shines above, you wake up with the one you love +Not you and me, but it's just you and me +(All alone again) + +[Pre-Chorus] +Sex with you is like I'm dreamin', and +I just wanna hear you scream again +Now you're gone, I can't believe it +Time I spent with you deceivin' me +I don't care if you believe in me +I still wonder why you're leavin' me +I don't care if you believe me +I still wonder why you tease me + +[Chorus] +And if I'm takin' this the wrong way +I hope you know that you can tell me whatever you're thinkin' +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +I hope you know I'm faded, all of this liquor I'm drinkin' +And if I'm taking this the wrong way (Wrong way) +I hope you know that you can tell me whatever you're thinkin' +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +[Outro] +When the moon hit your skin, I could see you and him +Not you and me, yeah +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +When the sun shines above, you wake up with the one you love +Not you and me, yeah +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +It's when you put me in the spotlight (Spotlight) +(Spotlight, spotlight)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​lets get it[Chorus: Lil Peep & ITSOKTOCRY] +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Lets get it) +I'm with it, you with it, let's get it (Lets get it) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's fuck) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (suck) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +I'm with it, you with it, let's get it (lets get it) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (lets get it) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's fuck) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Suck) +I'm with it, she with it, let's get it (Ay) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (That's real) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (lets get it) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's do it) +I'm with it, she with it, let's get it (Yeah, alright) + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Let's get it +Ay +Let's get it +Ay + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it +I fucked that bitch in the city +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it on (yeah) +Triple sixes is in my styrofoam +Goth bitches wanna give me throat (suck) +Rich bitches wanna take me home (yeah) +I'm just posted at the corner store (store) +Copping a soda for codeine pour +I'm with yunggoth✰, ITSOKTOCRY (cry) +We eatin' pussy like apple pie +I'm gon' be with 'em until I die (word) +Lil Peep, I never am satisfied (nah) +I keep on tellin' them I'm the one (yeah) +Shining on pussies like I'm the sun +I ain't afraid of no fucking gun (nah) +Mama afraid that I'm doin' drugs (true) +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Schemaposse bitch, don't come around it +Till you're fucking with it, you feel me + +[Verse 2: ITSOKTOCRY] +I'm still loud as fuck +I get the sip, then I go +I'm pourin' it, ayy bitch I'm pourin' a four +Stayed out of school +Fuck with the babys, I bust in your door +I get and get it, shawty missin' +Shawty a cannibal, she swallow children +She with it, I'm with it, you with it, let's get it +Bands with the lean that's my only prescription + +[Chorus: Lil Peep & ITSOKTOCRY] +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +I'm with it, you with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's fuck) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (You suck) +You with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Yea) +I'm with it, you with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's fuck) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Suck) +I'm with it, she with it, let's get it (Ay) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (That's real) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +She with it, I'm with it, let's get it (Let's do it) +I'm with it, she with it, let's get it (Yeah, alright)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Spine (Original Version)[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I can get you high, but I can't read your mind +I hate when you lie to me, still you keep me alive +Hands run down your spine, I wish you were mine +What's the perfect lie? +Words cannot describe this + +[Verse: Gab3] +Why would you cry? I don't know +I been getting high, now I'm ready to show +I been getting high, now I'm ready to go +Yeah I'm getting too high, I'm not too numb +Now don't stop, yeah I'm going to drop +Going too crazy isn't throwing the guap +Blowin' Mercedes and going to god +Going insane because I'm rollin' the rod +Now I don't wanna be the one to say it loud +Lately I been too fucked up +I've been getting faded in the club +I wanna be the one that you trust + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I can get you high, but I can't read your mind +I hate when you lie to me, still you keep me alive +Hands run down your spine, I wish you were mine +What's the perfect lie? +Words cannot describe this2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +16 Lines (Juicy J Remix)[Intro: Lil Peep] +16 lines- +Of blow and I'm fine +You’re wastin' your time, wastin' your time +Please don’t cry + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don’t cry, you’re wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +I been on my own for two nights +I been in my zone, I’ve been high +Now she wonder why do I lie +I can't tell my wrongs from my rights +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (I hate it when you fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Girl, I know you hear me) +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (Fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Hear me) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Juicy J] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don’t cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die (Yeah, Juicy J there's peace) +And if I tried to call, would you cry? (Yeah, yeah, let's get it) + +[Verse 2: Juicy J] +Peep game, same thing happened to the OG +Once upon the time bitches act like they know me +03- +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine + +[Outro: Lil Peep] +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (I hate it when you fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Hear me)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sex With My Ex (Remix)Lyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been released2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Vegetables[Intro: Lil Peep] +(Yeah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +If you wanna play fucking games I'm not the one to entertain you +But if you wanna love me I will fucking be right here to embrace you +Pack up your bags, we're moving today +Go tell your dad you're running away +When I get mad, you take it away +When I'm with you, I can live with the pain +Faces inside of the rain +Telling me I've gone insane +I can't remember my name +Do you feel the same? Only you with me + +[Open Verse: Shane] + +[Verse 3: Lil Peep] +Don't tell me you love me, don't tell me you love me if you not gon' tell me your secrets +This shit that you're making me do to myself, babygirl, you just wouldn't believe +I cannot hear what you sayin' +Losing myself while the music is playing +Voices inside of my brain +Do you feel the same? Only you with me (Ayy)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cry Alone (Original Version)[Intro] +GothBoiClique +Die alone right now +I just did a line of blow right now +I don't wanna cry alone right now +Kissing on styrofoam right now +Why I gotta cry alone out loud +I really hate it when I'm crying alone out loud +When I fly back to my hometown +I feel like everybody- +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +I don't wanna die alone right now +I just did a line of blow right now +I don't wanna cry alone right now +Kissing on styrofoam right now +I don't wanna die alone right now +I just did a line of blow right now +I don't wanna cry alone right now +Kissing on styrofoam right now + +[Verse] +Why I gotta cry alone out loud +I really hate it when I'm crying alone out loud +When I fly back to my hometown +I feel like everybody hate me in my hometown +I hate everybody in my hometown +Tell the rich kids to look at me now +I hate everybody in my hometown +I wanna burn my old high school into the ground +I hate everybody in my hometown +Tell the rich kids to look at me now +I hate everybody in my hometown +I wanna burn my old high school into the ground +[Chorus] +I don't wanna die alone right now +I just did a line of blow right now +I don't wanna cry alone right now +Kissing on styrofoam right now +GothBoiCliqueEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thug It Out[Intro] +Taz countin' all this fuckin' money + +[Chorus: Baby E] +I done seen it all, had to thug it out +Had my back against the wall, had to thug it out +I was runnin' from the law, had to thug it out +Had to get it out the mud, I been thuggin' out +Thug it, thug it, thug it out, yeah +Thug it, thug it, thug it out, yeah +Thug it, thug it, thug it out, yeah +I done seen it all, had to thug it out + +[Verse: Lil Peep] +I done seen it all, had to thug it out +I'ma fuck her raw, baby, I'ma thug it out +Take her to the mall, now she buggin' out +I just wanna ball but she want my clout +She gon' shut me down, I think I love her now +I gotta think straight though, I gotta thug it out +Bitch, I'm buzzin' now, I got no time for lovin' now +She know I'm out of town, I know it, she gon' hold me down +Ten on the ground, I love you but I'm leaving now +She know I'm out of town, I know it, she gon' hold me down +Ten toes on the ground, I love you but I'm leaving now +She know I'm out of town, she know I'm out of town +[Chorus: Baby E] +I done seen it all, had to thug it out +Had my back against the wall, had to thug it out +I was runnin' from the law, had to thug it out +Had to gеt it out the mud, I been thuggin' out +Thug it, thug it, thug it out, yeah +Thug it, thug it, thug it out, yeah +Thug it, thug it, thug it out, yеah +I done seen it all, had to thug it out5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Paid to Party[Intro: Baby E and Lil Peep] +Yeah, I sing about it, ayy, ah-yeah +I got 6 of everything, man, ya dig +It's Baby E and the chick, man +Baby E, Lil Peep + +[Chorus: Baby E & Lil Peep] +I've been in the kitchen all week, all week (All week) +I got 6 prescriptions on me, right here (On me, yeah) +Got my bitches, I don't want it, my own 3, plus +They ain't want it, I don't offer it, don't sleep (Wooh) +Say, I get paid to party, I get paid to party (I get paid to party) (You know how we do it) +I get paid to party, I get paid to party (I get paid to party) +I get paid to party, I get paid to party (You know how we do it) +I get paid to party, I get paid to party (You know how we do it) + +[Bridge: LIl Peep] +Yeah, sing about girls, I get pussy +I get paid to party, girls lookin' + +[Verse: LIl Peep] +Molly on me, poppin' Xanny for free +Rust on my piece, pussy press on my jeans, yeah +You know that I came for your ass +Boy, you're funny, girl, your boyfriend wack +Baby, I get money out the ass +Tunechi said it first, I said it last +I fuck shorty first, you fuck her last +Foolin' over shorty, then I pass +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Yeah, sing about girls, I get pussy +I get paid to party, girls lookin' +Molly on me, poppin' Xanny for free +Rust on my piece, pussy press on my jeans, ye-ye-yeah + +[Chorus: Baby E] +I've been in the kitchen all week, all week +I got 6 prescriptions on me, right here +Got my bitches, (Yeah) I don't want it, my own 3, plus +They don't want it, I don't offer it, don't sleep (Wooh) +Say, I get paid to party, I get paid to party (You know how we do it) +I get paid to party, I get paid to party (You know how we do it) +I get paid to party, I get paid to party (You know how we do it) +I get paid to party, I get paid to party (You know how we do it) + +[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Panic (Original Version)[Verse 1] +I don't know where I'm headed +But I know I won't regret it +And I know you won't forget it, girl +Please don't panic, baby +Please don't panic, baby +I'm the only one to get it +But I'm only ever-present +When I almost need a medic +Now I got her stressin', baby +Please don't panic, girl +Please don't panic, baby + +[Chorus] +She calls on me +Why can't she see? +You're the one she needs +But all she wants is me +She calls on me +Why can't she see? +You're the one she needs +It gets hard for me to breathe + +[Verse 2] +I don't know where I'm headed +But I know I won't regret it +And I know you won't forget it, girl +Please don't panic, baby +Please don't panic, baby +I'm the only one to get it +But I'm only ever-present +When I almost need a medic +Now I got her stressin', baby +Please don't panic, girl +Please don't panic, baby +[Chorus] +She calls on me +Why can't she see? +You're the one she needs +But all she wants is me +She calls on me +Why can't she see? +You're the one she needs +It gets hard for me to breathe + +[Verse 3] +You don't wanna see me act this way +You don't wanna look me in my face +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don't believe the shit I say +Baby, I'm the reason for your pain +I don't wanna hurt you, I'll just stay +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don't believe the shit I say +You don't wanna see me act this way +You don't wanna look me in my face +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don't believe the shit I say +Baby, I'm the reason for your pain +I don't wanna hurt you, I'll just stay +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don't believe the shit I say1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hate Me (Original Version)[Intro] +But I know I wanna take you, leave you alone, ayy +Hmmm, hello? + +[Verse 1] +I don't really know where I'm tryna go, but I know I wanna take you, yeah +When I'm on the road and I leave you alone, I just pray I don't break you, yeah +I was on the phone, waitin' in the other room, not trying to wake you, yeah +When I'm on my own I'll be sipping Patròn +And I'll be trying to blame you, yeah + +[Chorus] +Now you calling me crazy, girl, I know (Girl, I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) +Now you calling me crazy, girl, I know (Girl, I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) + +[Verse 2] +I would give it all back for you right now, I can never forget you +Run away from me, try to run away, but I ain't gonna let you +And I can hear my heartbeat sounding like the bass drum +I said baby, don't stall with the fucking and the make-ups, nah +I'ma take the long way home +Got a couple hundred missed calls in my phone + +[Chorus] +Now you calling me crazy, girl, I know (Girl, I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) +Now you calling me crazy, girl, I know (Girl, I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) +[Verse 3] +But when you tell me that you love me +I put trust in you, don't judge me +I'm just going through some shit right now +And I don't wanna let you down +I don't wanna let you down +No, I just wanna leave this town +Sometimes I feel like everyone hates me + +[Outro] +Now you calling me crazy, girl, I know (Girl, I know) +When you tell me you hate me, I know that you don't (I know that you don't) +Now you calling me crazy, girl, I know (Girl, I know) +When you tell me you hate me (I know that you don't)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Panic (Alternative Version)[Refrain] +I'on know where I'm headed +But I know I won't regret it +And I know you won't forget it, girl +Please don't panic, baby +Please don't panic, baby +I'm the only one to get it +But I'm only ever-present +When I almost need a medic +Now I gotta stress it, baby +Please don't panic, girl +Please don't panic, baby + +[Chorus] +She calls on me +Why can't she see it? +You're the one she needs +But all she wants is me +She calls on me +Why can't she see it? +You're the one she needs +It gets hard for mе to breathe + +[Refrain] +I'on know wherе I'm headed +But I know I won't regret it +And I know you won't forget it, girl +Please don't panic, baby +Please don't panic, baby +I'm the only one to get it +But I'm only ever-present +When I almost need a medic +Now I gotta stress it, baby +Please don't panic, girl +Please don't panic, baby +[Chorus] +She calls on me +Why can't she see it? +You're the one she needs +But all she wants is me +She calls on me +Why can't she see it? +You're the one she needs +It gets hard for me to breathe + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Verse] +You don’t wanna see me act this way +You don’t wanna look me in my face +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don’t believe the shit I say +Baby, I’m the reason for your pain +I don’t wanna hurt you, I'll just stay +Girl, I think about you all damn day +But I know you don’t believe the shit I say + +[Refrain] +I'on know where I'm headed +But I know I won't regret it +And I know you won't forget it, girl +Please don't panic, baby +Please don't panic, baby +I'm the only one to get it +But I'm only ever-present +When I almost need a medic +Now I gotta stress it, baby +Please don't panic, girl +Please don't panic, baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Neighbours[Intro: Jimmy V] +Jimmy V + +[Verse 1: Jimmy V & Lil Peep] +Riding  in silence, V for violence +Smoking  on quiet‚ smoking like a violet +You smoking on a diet‚ I smoke‚ I get the highs +You smoking on a diet, while I get the high +Get  higher, and higher‚ and tower above the clouds +You  thought I was a spire, but I'm just a spider +And her pussy is so fire +I'm  hittin' and quittin', she callin' me sir +I'm hittin' and quittin'‚ she callin' me sir +She callin' me sir, so cool +You know what bird, I'm so cool +You  know what bird, you know +What I'm cooking just so sit and watch +Watch me stir, you watch me stir +Then I finna hit up the burbs and sitting on bricks +Watching slow mixing take your turn, not hittin' the curb +While I'm slumped is what you heard, but I just sit and slurp +And you know just-j-j-just, just watch-n-n-hing you +You know you prolly learn +Never had no exes, just just bitches deep to exit +And right before I exit, she on her knees I let her bless it +DM in a second (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I don't even read the message (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Watch the time go by (Damn) +All I wanna do is get high +Smoke blunts in my ride +Turn the music up, I like the vibes +I'm fine, you should worry about yourself every once in awhile +Cracking a smile while I cut myself (While I cut myself) +Sometimes it feels like nothing help +And that prescription take the pain away (Away) +I'm taking acid if it rain today +Watch the clouds while I waste away +Dripping out the sink +No one ever knows what I'm sipping out my drink (Out my drink)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Too Juiced (Suck The Tip) (Demo)[Intro] +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Fuck that bitch, send that bitch to the hospital +Left your wife on the couch like a vegetable +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +She said, "I can't do it, impossible" +Dance to a pussy, I'm the man, you an officer +Bitch, you ain't confident but baby, I will suck your tits +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck my tip + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, drugs if you wanna sip + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +I eat pussy like some pepperoni Domino's +I eat booty at my grandpa funeral +Fuckin' bitches high on coke +I fuck fat hoes, I fuck short hoes, I'ma take that ho + +[Verse 3: Lil Tracy] +Yeah, Pussy wet like a lake (Pussy wet like a lake) +Change them sheets everyday (Sheets everyday) +Bust a nut on her lips (Bust a nut on her lips) +Suck on some water, baby girl and then we can kiss (Then we can kiss) +The xan got me tired (Yeah) +Suck on my dick, I can't hold your hair, told her to tie it (To tie it) +Step on the stage and they riot (Riot) +Nigga, I'm fly like a pilot (Fly like a pilot) +She a lil' freak and I like it +Eat on that pussy, I bite it +Snorting the coke the whole night +Eatin' food the whole night +Might eat the booty like rice +Pussy leaking like a pipe +Beat it up like a fight +Pussy is loose, it used to be tight +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Fuck that bitch, send that bitch to the hospital +Left your wife on the couch like a vegetable +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +She said, "I can't do it, impossible" +Dance to a pussy, I'm the man, you an officer +Bitch, you ain't confident but baby, I will suck your tits +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck my tip + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, still gotta suck the tip +Cocaine nostril, but you gotta suck the tip +Drugs if you wanna sip, drugs if you wanna sip + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +I eat pussy like some pepperoni Domino's +I eat booty at my grandpa funeral +Fuckin' bitches high on coke +I fuck fat hoes, I fuck short hoes, I'ma take that hoEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Benz Truck (Original Version)[Intro] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" +Always wanna fuck 'cause I just came up, yeah +(GothBoiClique) + +[Chorus] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" +Always wanna fuck 'cause I just came up +Drugs in my nose, good drugs in my cup + +[Verse] +I don't wanna wait now +But I know you gon' make me +Who you wanna hate now? +Pretty soon you gonna hate me (GothBoiClique) +Gettin' to the cake now +All the hate don't faze me +All the money that I make now +I'll never let it change me +I don't wanna wait now +But I know you gon' make me +Who you wanna hate now? +Pretty soon you gonna hate me +Gettin' to the cake now +All the hate don't faze me +All the money that I make now +I'll never let it change me +[Chorus] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" +Always wanna fuck 'cause I just came up +Drugs in my nose, good drugs in my cup + +[Outro] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dickEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +2 Much[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I told her stop the car +I gotta say somethin' +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again +I told her stop the car +I gotta say somethin' +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +And if I don't break your heart +And if you don't break my heart +I can feel the passion from the start +Girl, its your life, baby, I just wanna play a part +Real Gothbois like it in the dark, real Gothbois like it in the dark +I can feel the passion from the start +Ever since I met her I don't wanna be apart from her +And if I don't break your heart +And if you don't break my heart +I can feel the passion from the start +Girl, its your life, baby, I just wanna play a part +Real Gothbois like it in the dark, real Gothbois like it in the dark +I can feel the passion from the start +Ever since I met her I don't wanna be apart from her +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I told her stop the car +I gotta say somethin' +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again +I told her stop the car +I gotta say somethin' +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again + +[Verse 2: Horse Head] +So I stopped the car, I don't need nobody +Just the cracks of my heart, I've been feelin' lonely +Silver chains in my heart, I've been caught up +Just take me away I give it all up +So I left the scene, heart beatin' so loud +Why you runnin' away? I need you right now +Silver chains in my heart, like I was so down, like I was so down +Like I was so down +So I stopped the car, I don't need nobody +Just the cracks of my heart, I've been feelin' lonely +Silver chains in my heart, I've been caught up +Just take me away I give it all up +So I left the scene, heart beatin' so loud +Why you running away? I need you right now +Silver chains in my heart, like I was so down, like I was so down +Like I was so down +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I told her stop the car +I gotta say somethin' +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up again +I told her stop the car +I gotta say somethin' +I've been thinkin' about you every single day for the past few months +Did I say too much, did I ask too much? +Got me all fucked up againEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Awful Things (Original Version)[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you do that +Helps me get through this without you +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you move that on me +Love it when you do that on me + +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +You like attention, I find it obvious +She makes it obvious for me +She feels the tension +It's just the two of us, it's just the two of us, tonight +Burn me down 'til I'm nothin' but memories +I get it, girl (I get it, girl) +I get it, girl +Burn me down 'til I'm nothin' but memories +I get it, girl (I get it, girl) +I'm not the one + +[Interlude: Lil Peep] +*inaudible* + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you do that +Helps me get through this without you +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you move that on me +Love it when you do that on me +[Verse 2: Tracy] +Don't you turn your back on me +Let your teardrops fall on me +Speeding away, the city in the rearview +Heart racing whenever I'm near you +GothBoi jumpin' off stage +Carry me away, carry me away +Burn me down 'til there's nothing left +I would scream your name with my last breath +Take off your favorite dress +Lay your head on my chest +Diamonds, rubies, and gems +You can have all of them + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you do that +Helps me get through this without you +Bother me, tell me awful things +You know I love it when you move that on me +Love it when you do that on meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hot On The Block (Coke Nails) (Demo)[Intro: Lil Peep] +To the block with me, baby + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Rock with me, baby +Got ya breakin' down the rock with me, baby +Ro-Rock with me—rock with me +Rock with me, baby +I might take you to the block with me, baby +Block-Block with me—block with me +Rock with me, baby +Got ya breakin��� down the rock with me, baby +Ro-Rock with me—rock with me +Rock with me, baby +I might take you to the block with me, baby +Rock, rock with me, baby, rock + +[Verse 1: Bexey] +Come and rock with me, baby +Side by side, cruisin' up in the night with me, baby +It's mine, the mind, you’ve been up inside of it lately (Okay) +Slide in Mercedes (Okay) +We be riding, vibin', but you be drivin' me crazy (Crazy) +Rollin' downtown to this shit +Shades sit low like the whip +Windows down, but they tinted +I want you to see where your bitch is +Speakers loud, creeping through your town, know you see me now +Leave the ground, fly off to LA with Peep, we shut it down +She throw it back just because of my name, it's crazy (Because of my name) +Feel like a kid but I'm dressed like a prince, lil baby (Okay) +With Smokeasac up in the rain and we're getting faded +A rare occasion if you see us next to strangers +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Rock with me, baby +Got ya breakin' down the rock with me, baby +Ro-Rock with me—rock with me +Rock with me, baby +I might take you to the block with me, baby +Block-Block with me—block with me +Rock with me, baby +Got ya breakin’ down the rock with me, baby +Ro-Rock with me—rock with me +Rock with me, baby +I might take you to the block with me, baby +Rock, rock with me, baby, rock + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Coke nails, she got coke nails, and I can’t tell +If she want me or my friend, fuck it, oh well +Now she suckin' me, GB company +Fuck with me, she fuckin’ me +In that DoubleTree, fuck it, oh well +OxyContin, Xanax bars, Lortabs, and Percocet +I got all of that, I feel like Lil' Wyte, no respect +Give me neck, smokin' cigarettes, free Biggavel +I just pulled up in that "Vroom-Vroom," kiss and tell (Skrrt!) +That's a all black Lambo’ (Bitch) +I ain't talkin' shit 'less I'm comin' like I'm Rambo (Bitch) +Fucking on yo' bitch, then I'm switchin' through the channels (Bitch) +Fucking on yo' bitch, then I'm switchin' through the channels (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!) +In a all black Lambo +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Rock with me, baby +Got ya breakin' down the rock with me, baby +Ro-Rock with me—rock with me +Rock with me, baby +I might take you to the block with me, baby +Block-Block with me—block with me +Rock with me, baby +Got ya breakin' down the rock with me, baby +Ro-Rock with me—rock with me +Rock with me, baby +I might take you to the block with me, baby +Rock, rock with me, baby, rockEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Leanin’ (Original Version)[Chorus] +Catch a feelin' for me (Catch a feelin' for me) +Catch a feelin' for my lifestyle (Feelin' for my lifestyle) +Poppin' pills for free (Poppin' pills for free) +Pop that pussy for me right now (Right now) +Leanin' back in my seat +Leanin' back in my seat +Got me thinkin' bout my life now (Life now) +I wish that I could see you right now (Right now) +Bury me with all the lights out +GOTHBOICLIQUE + +[Verse] +Woke up surprised +Am I really alive? +I was trying to die last night, survived suicide last night +Woke up surprised +Am I really alive? +I was trying to die last night, survived suicide last night + +[Bridge] +Everything you say about me +All I ever think about +Every time I hear your name it +Makes me wanna fuckin' shout +Everything you say about me +All I ever think about +Every time I hear your name it +Makes me wanna fuckin' shout +I can't feel the tension, we know +We can't feel the tension, I know +You can't feel the tension, let's just +Run away forever, let's just +[Verse] +I can't feel the tension, we know +We can't feel the tension, I know +You can't feel the tension, let's just +Run away forever, let's just + +[Outro] +Catch a feeling for me +Catch a feeling for me +Catch a feeling for my lifestyle +Life now +Right now1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Save That Shit (Original Version)[Chorus] +Fuck my life, can't save that, girl +Don't tell me you could save that shit +All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit +You ain't gettin' nothin' that I'm sayin' +Don't tell me you is +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich (I can make you rich) +I can make you this, baby, I can make you that +I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back +Growing sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad +Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? + +[Refrain] +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich (I can make you rich) +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich (I can make you rich) + +[Chorus] +Fuck my life, can't save that, girl +Don't tell me you could save that shit +All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit +You ain't gettin' nothin' that I'm sayin' +Don't tell me you is +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich (Make you rich) +I can make you this, baby, I can make you that +I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back +Growing sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad +Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? (Do I make you scared?) +[?] +Down another lonely road, I go +Just another lonely road to home +I just wanna know, I just gotta know +Do you wanna glo? Baby, we could glo +Down another lonely road, I go +Just another lonely road to home +I just wanna know, I just gotta know +Do you wanna glo? + +[Chorus] +Fuck my life, can't save that, girl +Don't tell me you could save that shit +All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit +You ain't gettin' nothin' that I'm sayin' +Don't tell me you is +Nothin' like them other motherfuckers +I can make you rich (Make you rich) +I can make you this, baby, I can make you that +I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back +Growing sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad +Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? (Do I make you scared?)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Lap Top (Blood Leaking)[Chorus] +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I been on my own, baby I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck about anything + +[Verse] +Ride till the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop + +[Bridge] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me till my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me till my heart stop (Till my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me till my heart stop +[Chorus] +Call me on my phone I don't pick it up +I been on my own, baby I been fuckin' up +I don't even know if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck about anything + +[Verse] +Ride till the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop + +[Outro] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me till my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me till my heart stop (Till my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me till my heart stop (Fuck me till my heart stop)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sex with My Ex (Original Version)[Chorus] +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +I can feel the sudden emptiness +I'm here to grant your one last wish, so +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +Hear the sadness in your laughter +She's afraid of what comes after me, true love + +[Verse] +I don't know when I'll be back in town +All I know is that she'll wait around, for me +All I know is that she'll hold me down (All I know is that she'll hold me down) +My girl keeps all ten toes on the ground, for me +I can feel it, I can feel it now +I can feel you watchin' after me, holdin' my breath + +[Bridge] +Catch a feelin' +Catch a feelin' now +I still feel your skin all over me +Sex with my ex + +[Outro] +Fuck me like we're lyin' on our deathbed +I can feel the sudden emptiness +I'm here to grant your one last wish, soEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Better Off (Dying) (Original Version)[Chorus] +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine  lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You  don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dying +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine  lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You  don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dyin' + +[Post-Chorus] +Baby,  I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +Baby,  I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it + +[Verse] +I ain't gonna make it +But, I love it when you fake, yeah +Got her little heart in my hand +And I don't wanna break it +I ain't gonna make it +But, I love it when you fake, yeah +Got her little heart in my hand +And I don't wanna break it +[Chorus] +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dying +Chains on shining, you can see me riding +Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' +You don't wanna find out, better off lying +You don't wanna cry now, better off dyin' + +[Post-Chorus] +Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in +Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it +We ain't gonna make it + +[Verse] +I ain't gonna make it +But, I love it when you fake, yeah +Got her little heart in my hand +And I don't wanna break itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​high school (Remix)[Intro] +Haardtek + +[Verse: SOWHATIMDEAD] +These hoes eyeballing me, they say I’m rare and I’m handsome +I fucked a couple bitches and a pair in my mansion +I’m goth and I’m pale as fuck, they call me Marilyn Manson +They all want me to themselves, they can’t take me for ransom +I freed a couple months and tried to scare with these anthems +I cut too many off, I got my share with these randoms +I cut my phone off quick, don’t try to blare up my Samsung +I ate those bars so quick, could never flare up no tantrum + +[Bridge: SOWHATIMDEAD] +I feel your ghost in the wall +And it was way after dark +But don’t gеt scared, cause I’m by your side +I’m thе one that put you in the ground +Cover your grave in a place, can’t be found +Gotta make sure no one makes a sound (Skrrt) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Have you ever seen a man this rich, this broke? +This lost in the smoke? Please pray for me +I can never hide, my ghost come everywhere I go +Tell heaven "don't wait for me" +Satan waitin' at the gate for me +I heard this bitch bump Lil Peep faithfully +That's why these pussies got hate for me +'Cause they was busy chasin' bitches, I was chasin' dreams +Throw me off the edge, I'll fall +Lookin' up at 'em like I never even knew 'em at all +I remember walkin' around in the hall +And then the bell rang and I took something then I couldn't recall +Makin' you cry the way that she did, I can't forgive myself for +And if you want me to, I'll kill myself, but I'm already in hell for it +[Outro: Lil Peep] +You used to love me then, I know it's not the same +But this is not the end 'cause everything gon' change +When I get that Benz, I'ma pull up in the rain and I'm gon' say +You wouldn't wait (Skrrt)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Miss You (Blink 182 Cover)[Interlude] +I miss you, I miss you +I miss you, I miss you + +[Verse 2] +Where are you? +And I'm so sorry +I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight +I need somebody and always +This sick, strange darkness +Comes creeping on so haunting every time +And as I stare I counted +The webs from all the spiders +Catching things and eating their insides +Like indecision to call you +And hear your voice of treason +Will you come home and stop this pain tonight? +Stop this pain tonight + +[Chorus] +Don't waste your time on me you're already +The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) +Don't waste your time on me you're already +The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) + +[Chorus] +Don't waste your time on me you're already +The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) +Don't waste your time on me you're already +The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) +Don't waste your time on me you're already +The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) +Don't waste your time on me you're already +The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) +[Outro] +I miss you, I miss you +I miss you, I miss you +I miss you, I miss you +I miss you, I miss youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Runaway (Original Version)[Intro] +(Go back there) +(Everybody so fake) +(Everybody act like they care) +Away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +Go back there, yeah + +[Chorus] +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care + +[Verse] +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I wanna +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl +I ain't never gonna find her +Pain pills with my coke, girl +You know I gotta get high first +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl +I ain't never gonna find her +You were everything I know, girl +Ain't it funny how life work? +[Chorus] +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care + +[Outro] +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I wanna +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In The Car (Alternative Version)[Pre-Chorus] +You're not who you say you are (You're not who you say you are) +Liar, why you claim to be? (Liar, why you claim to be?) +Leave the club and hold my hand (Leave the club and hold my hand) +We'll die off what we claim to need (We'll die off what we claim to need) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Got me fucked up in the car +Makes it easier to deal +I can't stand to see you bleed +When the reason for it's me + +[Pre-Chorus] +You're not who you say you are (You're not who you say you are) +Liar, why you claim to be? (Liar, why you claim to be?) +Leave the club and hold my hand (Leave the club and hold my hand) +We'll die off what we claim to need (We'll die off what we claim to need) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Got me fucked up in the car +Makes it easier to deal +I can't stand to see you bleed +When the reason for it's me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In The Car (Original Version)[Pre-Chorus] +You're not who you say you are (You're not who you say you are) +Liar, what you claim to be? (Liar, why you claim to be?) +Leave the club and hold my hand (Leave the club and hold my hand) +We'll die off what we claim to need (We'll die off what we claim to need) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Got me fucked up in the car +Makes it easier to deal +I can't stand to see you bleed +When the reason for it's me + +[Pre-Chorus] +You're not who you say you are (You're not who you say you are) +Liar, what you claim to be? (Liar, why you claim to be?) +Leave the club and hold my hand (Leave the club and hold my hand) +We'll die off what we claim to need (We'll die off what we claim to need) + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Got me fucked up in the car +Makes it easier to deal +I can't stand to see you bleed +When the reason for it's me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +One Last Time[Intro] +So much has changed back home +Since you left without packing all your things +I always drive past your house +Hoping you'll be sitting on your porch +I still smell the smoke on your clothes +And I can still hear those second-hand stories fall off your tongue + +[Hook] +Not tonight +I don’t wanna talk at all +Baby it was just not right +And this town was way too small +Maybe we can work it out one day +But imma need a whole year on my own +But I don't wanna stop there +Let me say for this one last time +Let me take you home + +[Break] +If I didn't hurt you +I would keep you +I can’t believe that I'm never gonna see you +If I didn't hurt you +I would keep you +I can’t believe that I'm never gonna see you +If I didn't hurt you +I would keep you +I can’t beliеve that I'm never gonna see you +If I didn't hurt you +I would keep you +I can’t bеlieve that I'm never gonna see you +[Hook] +Not tonight +I don't wanna talk at all +Baby it was just not right +And this town was way too small +Maybe we can work it out one day +But imma need a whole year on my own +But I don't wanna stop there +Let me say for this one last time +Let me take you home3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dammit (Blink 182 cover)[Verse 1] +It's alright to tell me +What you think about me +I won't try to argue +Or hold it against you +I know that you're leaving +You must have your reasons +The season is calling +Your pictures are falling down + +[Verse 2] +The steps that I retrace +The sad look on your face +The timing and structure +Did you hear he fucked her? +A day late, a buck short +I'm writing the report +On losing and failing +When I move I'm flailing now + +[Chorus 1] +And it's happened once again +I'll turn to a friend +Someone that understands +Sees through the master plan +But everybody's gone +And I've been here for too long +To face this on my own +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up +[Verse 3] +And maybe I'll see you +At a movie sneak preview +You'll show up and walk by +On the arm of that guy +And I'll smile and you'll wave +We'll pretend it's okay +The charade, it won't last +When he's gone, I won't come back + +[Chorus 2] +And it'll happened once again +You'll turn to a friend +Someone that understands +And sees through the master plan +But everybody's gone +And you've been there for too long +To face this on your own +Well, I guess this is growing up + +[Instrumental Bridge] + +[Outro] +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up +Well, I guess this is growing up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +White Girl (Original Version)[Intro] +Now you want me, took a lot to make you want me now +Now you want me, took a lot to make you want me now +Now you want me, took a lot to make you want me now +Now you want me now (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +White girl on me, I got cocaine +Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break +Same clique with me at the night show +I was in the back then, now I got a light show +White girl on me, I got cocaine +Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break +Same clique with me at the night show +I was in the back then, now I got a light show + +[Bridge] +She don't love me, she just love how I feel +I'ma fuck her till I know that she real +I don't love her but I love how I feel +When I fuck her and she make me a meal (For real) + +[Verse] +Told her: "Baby, I'm the type to get faded" +And I know that she like that I'm famous (You love it) +I ain't trying to make this shit complicated (Nah) +We only came because we both getting naked +[Bridge] +Told her: "Baby, I'm the type to get faded" +And I know that she like that I'm famous +I don't love her but I love how I feel +When I fuck her and she make me a meal + +[Chorus] +White girl on me, I got cocaine +Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break +Same clique with me at the night show +I was in the back then, now I got a light show +White girl on me, I got cocaine +Do it in the bathroom, I can feel my bones break +Same clique with me at the night show +I was in the back then, now I got a light show + +[Outro] +Now you like me, took a lot to make you like me now +Now you like me nowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fingers (Original Version)[Intro] +Clique +GothBoi...Clique +Clique +GothBoi + +[Verse] +Everyone hates me, but nobody knows me +Where did the time go, could somebody show me? +Get in the ride slow, you know where I'm going +Back of the club, girl, your feelings are showing +How can I not stare, the way that you're glowing? +I am a nightmare, you don't wanna know me +Running my fingers through your hair +Makes me remember everything, why don't you hate me? + +[Chorus] +I'll be the first there +And I'll be the last there +I'm not gonna last here +I'm not gonna last long +I will be right here +I'll buy you a flight here +I'll give you a night here +We gotta move on +[Verse] +Everyone hates me, but nobody knows me +Where did the time go, could somebody show me? +Get in the ride slow, you know where I'm going +Back of the club, girl, your feelings are showing +How can I not stare, the way that you're glowing? +I am a nightmare, you don't wanna know me +Running my fingers through your hair +Makes me remember everything, why don't you hate me? + +[Outro] +GothBoiClique1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Problems (Original Version)[Chorus] +Spent a lot of time in the background +You know I spent a lot of time in the background +Everytime that we together, I black out +Everytime that we together, she tap out +I remember, but she part of my past now +I remember all this shit from the past now +Took a pill and we passed out +I made a deal with the devil + +[Verse] +You know I got my problems (problems) +Know you got yours too (know you got yours too) +Hold on to my revolver (revolver) +They ain't lookin' for you (they ain't lookin' for you) +Oh, girl, don't even bother (bother) +Why she act brand new? (why she act brand new?) +Take what the devil offers (offers) +I got nothin' to lose (I got nothin' to lose) + +[Bridge] +You know I got my problems (problems) +Hold on to my revolver (revolver) +Oh, girl, don't even bother (bother) +Take what the devil offers (offers) +[Chorus] +Spent a lot of time in the background +You know I spent a lot of time in the background +Everytime that we together, I black out +Everytime that we together, she tap out +I remember, but she part of my past now +I remember all this shit from the past now +Took a pill and we passed out +I made a deal with the devilEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +IDGAF (Studio Session Remix)[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I been on my own, baby I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck about anything + +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Ride 'til the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop ('Til my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me 'til my heart stop +[Verse 2: Juice WRLD] +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +I just made her jaw drop from a backshot +Leave mе when the time's right +Cocainе make her white lie +Lately I've been in my feelings listening to white wine +Sad souls with some cash flow +Never gave a fuck about the past (Oh) +Never gave a fuck about her past hoes, I'm past those +Damn +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +Smoking till my eyes roll back, yeah I'm fucked up +They think that they know us, they don't know us +So what 50K a show I'm finna show up +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +I just made her jaw drop from a backshot +Sleeping on her timeline, sippin' too much +Hella downfalls, hella downfalls (yeah) +Consumed in the plug, (yeah) +She made me fall in love (yeah) +Not no ordinary drug, you can live on through me +Keep going strong through me +Music of misery, fucking me up mentally +Is that where I'm meant to be? +I've been feeling no love, I need more love +More drugs, need a new plug +I can't stop myself from going down this road +I need a jacket, I ain't know it was this cold (was this cold) +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Ride 'til the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop + +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop ('Til my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me 'til my heart stop (Yeah, ayy)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lie*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +You ain't gotta lie baby, you don’t wanna die baby +You know I'll be high baby, tryna stay alive +You ain't gotta try baby, you ain’t gotta lie baby +You know I'm a crybaby, tatted on my eye +You ain't gotta lie baby, you don't wanna die baby +You know I'll be high baby, tryna stay alive +You don't gotta try baby, you don't gotta lie baby +You know I'm a crybaby, tatted on my eye + +[Verse] +Feels like I’ll be on my own forever +Please girl, I’m just tryna keep it together +... + +[Chorus] +You ain't gotta lie baby, you don’t wanna die baby +You know I'll be high baby, tryna stay alive +You ain't gotta try baby, you ain't gotta lie baby +You know I’m a crybaby, tatted on my eye +You ain't gotta lie baby, you don't wanna die baby +You know I'll be high baby, tryna stay alive +You don't gotta try baby, you don't gotta lie baby +You know I'm a crybaby, tatted on my eyeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Brightside (Original Version)[Verse] +I know that you want me, you know that I want you +The memories haunt me, I know that they haunt you too +But it's alright, you'll be fine +Baby, it's alright, you'll be fine +As long as you're mine, take a look at the time +It gets cold at night, when you're alone outside +But it's fine, I'll be fine +Pay me no mind, girl, pay me no mind + +[Pre-Chorus] +Just look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Just look at the club lights (Just look at the club lights) +Just look at the nightlife (Just look at the nightlife) +Watchin' the sunrise by my side +We gotta look at the bright side (Look at the bright side) +We rollin' under the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +I gotta look at the bright side (Look at the bright side) +I guess she wasn't the one, right +This isn't what love's like +That's for sure + +[Chorus] +Help me find a way to pass the time (To pass the time) +Everybody tellin' me life's short, but I wanna die (I wanna die) +Help me find a way to make you mine (Make you mine) +Everybody tellin' me not to, but I'm gonna try +Now I'm gettin' high again, tonight +[Verse] +I know that you want me, you know that I want you +The memories haunt me, I know that they haunt you too +But it's alright, you'll be fine +Baby, it's alright, you'll be fine +As long as you're mine, take a look at the time +It gets cold at night, when you're alone outside +But it's fine, I'll be fine +Pay me no mind, girl, pay me no mind + +[Pre-Chorus] +Just look at the bright side (Just look at the bright side) +Just look at the club lights (Just look at the club lights) +Just look at the nightlife (Just look at the nightlife) +Watchin' the sunrise by my side +We gotta look at the bright side (Look at the bright side) +We rollin' under the club lights (Rollin' under the club lights) +I gotta look at the bright side (Look at the bright side) +I guess she wasn't the one, right +This isn't what love's like + +[Chorus] +Help me find a way to pass the time (To pass the time) +Everybody tellin' me life's short, but I wanna die (I wanna die) +Help me find a way to make you mine (Make you mine) +Everybody tellin' me not to, but I'm gonna try +Now I'm gettin' high again, tonightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Unreleased*Lyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hey wtf?![Intro] +How did you know? +Where do I go now, from here +Follow the road + +[Chorus] +-Walk back +I'm getting nearer to the all-black +The grim reaper said to call him Jack +I never knew that it would be like that +It's all clearer when you walk back +I'm getting nearer to the all-black +The grim reaper said to call him Jack +I never knew that it would be like that +It's all clearer- + +[Verse] +How did you know? +Where do I go now, from here +Follow the road +You're on your own now my dear +When I make it to the other side +Of the universe where angels cry +I'ma find you there, I'ma end your life +On sight, make it right +You were my sacrificeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My All (Demo)[Verse] +I gotta go right now, that's all +Nothing to it, don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all +I gotta go right now, that's all +Nothing to it, don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Verse] +I gotta go right now, that's all +Nothing to it, don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all +I gotta go right now, that's all +Nothing to it, don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Outro] +I gotta go right now, that's all +Nothing to it, don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my allEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Love In The Canyon[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +I end your life with the edge of my knife +White mask, flickin' my ash, no cash +Same day I cop it I crash +Pick apart my brain, bitch, I'm insane +Right hook like bane, fuck batman +Lil Peep, bitch, I'm tryna raise the crime rate +Two 12s in the trunk let it vibrate (vib-vibrate) +Aw that's really raw, that's really raw +Young 16 killers, bitch my friends are my dealers +Aw, aw, aw, aw that's really raw, that's really raw +Dry blood on my knife when I enter the fight, motherfucker + +[Hook: Lil Peep] +I'm showin' no love, no hope, no chain on my neck +No respect, boy yo bitch got no complaints +I'm showin' no love, no hope, no chain on my neck +No respect, boy yo bitch got no complaints + +[Verse 2: Craig Xen] +Niggas fake, talking shit that they ain't never fucking did +Making plays, I'm in motion 'cause I speak of what I live +Young Xen, silver tongue, just be dashing through a bitch +Niggas with me, no contesting me, feel my energy +Came in max, won't be stopped, give a fuck 'bout what you got +And the physical, 'cause in the spiritual I'm on top +Never be, my credentials infinite, limitless +Craig Xen, swinging blades up and down in the abyss +As I rise, I'ma spit the flame, go against the grain +It's a shame, yo bitch love my name, I ain't seen her face +You a lame, we don't think the same, bitch I run the stain +Run the game, bitch I run the game, you just tryna play +Let it drop, bass knocking, make this motherfucker red +Fuck a opp, they know Craig came to make a bloodshed +Make it squirt, make it drip, send it off up in this bitch +Schema Posse, leave a snitching bitch nigga's lips stick +I'm the product of my pain, if you feel me then repeat +Now it's 7, came up 8, I can never take defeat +I'm the product of my pain, if you feel me then repeat +Now it's 7, came up 8, I can never take defeat +[Outro] +Never take defeat +I'ma motherfucking beast, I'ma motherfucking beast +Now it's 7, came up 8, I can never take defeat +I'ma motherfucking beast, I'ma motherfucking beast nigga +God damn, fucking beast, young blade, Craig XenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Turn (Demo)[Verse] +Everything hurts +Everything just gets worse +All this ice on me burns (Everything hurts) +Now they nice to me, when they weren't (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +I've been flexin' it's my turn +Now I feel like it's my turn +Now I'm makin' it turn +I've been flexin' like it's my turn (Ayy) +I've been flexin' it's my turn (Bitch) +Now I feel like it's my turn (Bitch) +Now I'm makin' heads turn +Now they nice to me, when they weren't (Ayy) +I've been flexin' it's my turn +I've been flexin' it's my turn +I keep flexin' it's my turn +I've been flexin' like it's my turn (Ayy)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +2012 FreestyleLyrics from Snippet + +[Verse 1: Unknown] +I'm smelling hella funky dough + +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +I did lie with these niggas, But I’m killing the rest +I'd probably snap on a nigga, Like it's Mitchell & Ness + +[Outro: Group] +Ohhhhh!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Runaway (Demo)[Verse] +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I want 'em +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama + +[Bridge] +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl (Ghost girl) +I ain't never gonna find her (Find her) +Pain pills with my coke, girl (Coke, girl) +You know I gotta get high first (High first) + +[Chorus] +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me, away from hеre +Everybody so fake +Evеrybody so fake, I swear +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +[Verse] +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair + +[Verse] +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I want 'em +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama + +[Bridge] +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl (Ghost girl) +I ain't never gonna find her (Find her) +Pain pills with my coke, girl (Coke, girl) +You know I gotta get high first (High first) + +[Chorus] +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +(Like they care, like they care, like they care) +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +[Outro] +I was dying and nobody was there +(Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair) +I was dying and nobody was there +(Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair) +I was dying and nobody was there +(Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair) +I was dying and nobody was thereEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Longitude (Latitude)[Intro: Andy Kaufman's Grandmother] +I think you straighten up a little bit +I think you should, I think you know +You should, you should look at yourself in the mirror sometimes +And say: "Look, what am I doing? Why, why am I this way?" + +[Chorus] +Ain't going nowhere, with that attitude +I can't find anyone that's like me at this latitude +Ain't going nowhere, when I'm mad at you +I can't find anyone that's like me on this avenue +Going nowhere, with that attitude +I can't find anyone that's like me at this latitude +Going nowhere, when I'm mad at you +I can't find anyone that's like me on this avenue + +[Verse] +Ayy, just walk with me this time, she said +Don't talk to me this time +Fuck me right here baby, fuck it +One more night here, baby, then I'm gone +Everything you ever wanted from me +I could give it to you right now, yeah +Watch my hands move away the (haha) +I'm about to knock your life out, yeah +Bitch is cold in my own city +You were down with me, used to want the whole scene +I admit I never hated it +We were just some stupid fucking kids, hated everything +[Chorus] +Going nowhere, with that attitude +I can't find anyone that's like me at this latitude +Can't go nowhere, when I'm mad at you +I can't find anyone that's like me at this avenue +Ain't going nowhere, with that attitude +I can't find anyone that's like me at this latitude +Can't go nowhere, when I'm mad at you +I can't find anyone that's like me on this avenueEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +When I Lie (Alternative Version)[Chorus] +Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try (All they do is try) +Woke up on a lonely day, she can’t help but wonder why? (But wonder why) +I saw it on her face, she wanna make those fuckers cry (Those fuckers cry) +She ends up in a better place and time when she get high + +[Post-Chorus 1] +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +Stick that needle in my eye +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +I’m not evil by design, but I feel dead at times (Dead at times) +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +I’m not evil by design, but I feel dead at times + +[Verse] +She won’t come with me (Come with me) +She ain’t gonna run with me (Run with me) +Now I’m breaking down again (Now I'm breaking down again) +Blue skies start turning grey, when I tell her that I’m fine (Her that I'm fine) +Ash on the windowpane, can I kiss you on your spine? (Kiss you on your spine) +I watched her walk away, but don’t tell me she ain’t mine (Tell me she ain't mine) +She’s got this little blade and she cuts me when I lie (Cuts me when I lie) +When I lie +Cuts me when I lie +When I lie +[Chorus] +Many men have tried to save her but all they do is try (All they do is try) +Woke up on a lonely day, she can’t help but wonder why? (But wonder why) +I saw it on her face, she wanna make those fuckers cry (Those fuckers cry) +She ends up in a better place and time when she get high + +[Post-Chorus 2] +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +I’m not evil by design, but I feel dead at times (Dead at times) +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +I’m not evil by design, but I feel dead at times +Stick that needle in my eye, just lost my peace of mind (Peace of mind) +Stick that needle in my eye + +[Outro] +When I lie +Cuts me when I lie +When I lieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Selfish (Alternative Version)[Intro] +Somebody tell me I'll be fine +Somebody tell me I'll be fine + +[Pre-Chorus] +If you wanna stop now (If you wanna stop now) +Tell me truth, please break this down (This down) +Is it the small town? (Is it the small town?) +Is it the way that I laid you down? (Laid you down?) + +[Chorus] +I'm gonna stop now (I'm gonna stop now) +And you can call me anything but selfish (But selfish) +Everything I do is pointless +I'm just going through a bad year by myself + +[Bridge] +Somebody call me (Somebody call me) +Somebody tell me I'll be fine +I just wish you'd tell me lies +The truth just stays inside (Inside) +Somebody call me (Somеbody call me) +Somebody tell mе I'll be fine +I just wish you'd tell me lies +Is there's something on your mind? +I know there is +[Pre-Chorus] +If you wanna stop now (If you wanna stop now) +Tell me truth, please break this down (This down) +Is it the small town? (Is it the small town?) +Is it the way that I laid you down? (Laid you down?) + +[Chorus] +I'm gonna stop now (I'm gonna stop now) +And you can call me anything but selfish (But selfish) +Everything I do is pointless +I'm just going through a bad year by myself + +[Outro] +Somebody call me (Year by myself) +(Somebody tell me I'll be fine, somebody tell me I'll be fine) +Tell me the truth...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Benz Truck (Orchestra Version)Lyrics From Snippet + +[Chorus] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck"EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Belgium (Alternative Version)[Chorus] +You don't mind and I don't mind at all (At all) +You act kind, I don't act kind at all +I ask myself, "Why am I talkin' like this?" +Ask yourself, "Do you deserve this treatment?" + +[Post-Chorus] +I was out in Belgium on tour +That's the day that I convinced myself that I was truly yours +I know that you hear me +I know that you hear me + +[Verse 1] +I know that you're here, girl +I'm at the door +I know that you're here, girl +Answer the door + +[Chorus] +You don't mind and I don't mind at all, at all +You act kind, I don't act kind at all +I, I ask myself, "Why am I talkin' like this?" +Ask yourself, "Do you deserve this treatment?" + +[Verse 2] +No one deserves this treatment +No one deservеs this treatment +Ooh, you don't desеrve this treatment +(You don't deserve this) +[Post-Chorus] +I was out in Belgium on tour +That's the day that I convinced myself that I was truly yours +I know that you hear me +I know that you hear me, yeah + +[Chorus] +You don't mind and I don't mind at all +You act kind, I don't act kind at all +I ask myself, "Why am I talkin' like this?" +Ask yourself, "Do you deserve this treatment?" + +[Post-Chorus 2] +Do you deserve this treatment? +Do you deserve this treatment? +Deserve this treatment +(I know that you hear me) + +[Verse 4] +I was on my own for the past two months +I haven't seen a friend's face, in too long +On my own +That's when I noticed all, all that shit (All that shit) +All that shit that fucked me up (That fucked me up, yeah) + +[Outro] +You act kind, I don't act kind at all, at allEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Unknown* w/TrapzillasLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life Is Beautiful (ALT)[Verse 1] +I know that it hurts sometimes, but it's beautiful +Working every day, now you're bleeding through your cuticles +Passing through a portal as you're sittin' in your cubicle +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Tryin' to keep your cool at your grandfather's funeral +Finding out eventually the feeling wasn't mutual +You were not invited 'cause you're nothing like the usual +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +You wanna see your friends, but you're stuck inside a hospital +Doctor walks in and he tells you that it's terminal +Tumor in your brain and they're sayin' it's inoperable +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +They'll kill your little brother and they'll tell you he's a criminal +They'll fucking kill you too, so you better not get physical +Welcome to America, the type of shit is typical +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful + +[Verse 2] +Wake up in the morning, now you doing the impossible +Find out what's important, now you're feeling philosophical +When I die, I'll pack my bags, move somewhere more affordable +Isn't life horrible? I think that life is horrible +You think she's adorable, she thinks that you're intolerable +You think you can do it, but your chances are improbable +Once you feel unstoppable, you run into an obstacle +Isn't life comical? I think that life is comical +[Verse 3] +And if you ever need a friend then you got me +And in the end, when I die, would you watch me? +And if I try suicide, would you stop me? +Would you help me get a grip or would you drop me? +Run away, make friends with the moon +Why you trippin'? You'll be with your friends soon +There comes a time when everybody meets the same fate +I think I'ma die alone inside my room + +[Outro] +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautifulEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moving On (Alternative Version)[Chorus] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +She know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on +I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up +I keep movin' on +We keep making up, I can't make it up +Somebody wake me up, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Pulled up with my whole team +Mackned swervin' in a white Beam', yeah +GothBoiClique, tryna stay clean, yeah +GothBoiClique, we got big dreams +And my new bitch, on a movie screen +And my old bitch, she a groupie teen +Yeah, I break hearts, I'm with Cold Hart +I'm with Horse Head, whip it like a Nascar, yeah +Wicca Phase Task Force, yеah +Baby, you get what you ask for +[Chorus] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +Shе know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on + +[Bridge] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +She know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on +I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up +I keep movin' on +We keep making up, I can't make it up +Somebody wake me up + +[Verse 2] +It's the pain pills +Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills +Man, it's gettin' real, it's the pain pills +[Chorus] +I'm kissin' styrofoam +Who know what I be on? That's what I be on +She know what I be on +Who know what I be on? +That's what I be on, baby, move along +I keep movin' on +I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up, I keep movin' on +We keep makin' up +I keep movin' on +We keep making up, I can't make it up +Somebody wake me up, yeah +(Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Broken Smile (Original Version)[Chorus] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong + +[Verse] +One more chance to give and that's all I have +All I have left in my heart +I've been through enough to know +When you're sad and we're far apart + +[Bridge] +Give me some time and I'ma make you mine again (Yeah) +Give me a line so I can write you a line again (Yeah) +Give me some time and I'ma make you mine again (Yeah) +Give me a line so I can write you a line again (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrongEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Guilty[Intro: iLoveMakonnen] +Is it them or me, tell me what's it gon' be +Is it them or me, tell me what's it gon' be +Is it them or me, is it him or her +Tell me where you gon' be +MONEYPOSSE + +[Verse 1: iLoveMakonnen] +Your guiltiness is weighing heavy +'Cause second best for your love, no, I can't be +I'm not impressed, so you can stop it +I wanna be the best for you and me +So, can you put me online? + +[Hook: Lil Peep] +If we give it up now (You'll see, you were everything to me) +If I give it up now (Thеy'll say, you lost everything today) +If we don't livе it up now (No pain, you were always in my way) +So I give it up now (Let's pray, that we see another day) + +[Verse 2: iLoveMakonnen & Lil Peep] +Can you put me online? +I been waiting a long time, (Yeah) won't you talk to me, honey? (Talk to me, honey) +Connect me to your site, I'll be on you all night (Yeah) +Won't you tell me what's new? (Tell me what's new) +Can you put me online? +I been waiting a long time, won't you talk to me, honey? (Talk to me, honey) +Connect me to your site, I'll be on you all night (All night) +Can you tell me what's new? (Tell me what's new) +Your guiltiness is weighing heavy, though (Guiltiness, weighing heavy) +Second best for your love, no,(No) I can't be (I can't be) +I'm not impressed, so you can stop it (Not impressed, you can stop it) +I try to give the best for you and me +Can you put me online? (Can you put me online?) +I been waiting a long time, (Long time) won't you talk to me, honey? (Talk to me, honey) +Connect me to your site, I'll be on you all night (All night) +Can you tell me what's new? +[Hook: Lil Peep] +If we give it up now (You'll see, you were everything to me) +If I give it up now (They'll say, you lost everything today) +If we don't live it up now (No pain, you were always in my way) +So I give it up now (Let's pray, that we see another day) + +[Verse 3: iLoveMakonnen] +Tell me where you gon' be +Guiltiness is weighing heavy +Second best for your love, no, I can't be +I'm not impressed, so you can stop it +I'll give the best for you and me +Can you put me online? +Waiting a long time +Won't you true talk to me honey +Connect me to your site +I'll be on you all night +Can you tell me what's new?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sir Duke Cover (Voice Memo)[Verse] +We given equal opportunity +For all to sing, dance, and clap their hands, nah +But just because a record has a tune +Don't make it in the groove +And you can tell right away what not to say +When the people start to move +Damn, StevieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Broken Smile (Alternative Version)[Chorus] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong + +[Verse] +One more chance to give and that's all I have +All I have left in my heart +I've been through enough to know +Whеn you're sad and we're far apart + +[Bridge] +Givе me some time and I'ma make you mine again (Yeah) +Give me a line so I can write you a line again (Yeah) +Give me some time and I'ma make you mine again (Yeah) +Give me a line so I can write you a line again (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +[Verse] +One more chance to give and that's all I have, all I have + +[Chorus] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrongEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LIL PEEP - LIL JEEP ترجمه فارسی[Chorus] +I remember when you used to hold my hand +یادم میاد وقتی قبلا دستمو میگرفتی +Now you actin' like a ghost, girl +الان مثل یه روح رفتار میکنی دختر +Live forever with a smile stuck on your face +آرزو میکنم همیشه با یک لبخند روی صورتت زندگی کنی +You think he know you, but I know you the most, girl +تو فکر میکنی اون پسر تورو میشناسه اما دختر ، من تو رو بیشتر میشناسم +You will never find another one just like me +تو هیچوقت کس دیگه ای رو مثل من پیدا نمیکنی +Long nights gettin' high on the coast, girl +شب های طولانی رو ساحل نعشه کردیم دختر +Two weeks and I still got the same old jeans on +دوهفتست و من هنوز همون شلوار جین قدیمی رو پوشیدم (منظور پیپ اینه دیگه هیچ شوق و ذوقی ندارم که چه لباسی بپوشم، در کل منظورش اینه افسردس) +Never got a girl when I need one +هیچوقت وقتی یه یکی نیاز داشتم با دختری نرفتم (باهاش دوست نشدم) + +[Post-Chorus] +I see your face when I look out the window +وقتی به پنجره نگاه میکنم صورتت رو میبینم +I think about her every time that I sniff blow +بهش فکر میکنم هربار که کوکایین میزنم +If you love me, hit me up on the flip phone +اگه عاشقمی، منو با یه تلفن تاشو با خبر کن +I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know +من دارم میمیرم، فکر نمیکنم که جنده یه من بدونه (دوست دخترم) +[Bridge] +I don't think that my bitch know +فکر نمیکنم که جنده ی من بدونه +I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know +من دارم میمیرم فکر نمیکنم که جنده ی من بدونه +I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know +من دارم میمیرم فکر نمیکنم که جنده ی من بدونه +I'm dyin', yeah, yeah +من دارم میمیرم آره آرهEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​regrets (Demo)[Chorus: Lil Peep & Horse Head & Both] +I've been poppin' pills, I've been tryna forget 'bout you (Tryna forget 'bout you) +Honestly, I got regrets 'bout you (I got regrets 'bout you) +Baby, it's over now, you're gonna cry all night +I'm gonna smile at you when I see you and pretend that I'm alright +I'm never sober now, I'm gettin' high all night +I'm 'bout to put this in my system to erase you from my mind + +[Verse: Horse Head] +Yeah +I was in lust with you +Thought that I loved you, but I got the two confused +I don't wanna fall asleep with you in my head +And I know that +You regret some things you said +And honestly, I have regrets about you + +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Horse Head & Both] +I've been poppin' pills, I've been tryna forget 'bout you (Tryna forget 'bout you) +And honestly, I got regrets 'bout you (I got regrets 'bout you) +Baby, it's over now, you're gonna cry all night +I'm gonna smile at you when I see you and pretend that I'm alrightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Broken Smile [ALT][Chorus] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong + +[Verse] +One more chance to give and that's all I have +All I have left in my heart +I've been through enough to know +When you're sad and we're far apart + +[Bridge] +Give me some time and I'ma make you mine again (Yeah) +Give me a line so I can write you a line again (Yeah) +Give me some time and I'ma make you mine again (Yeah) +Give me a line so I can write you a line again (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +She was the one with the broken smile +Now that it's done, she was the one +She was the one that was worth my time +Now that she gone, I know that I'm wrong +[Outro] +One more chance to give and that's all I have, all I have +She was the one with the broken smile +She was the one that was worth my timeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Runaway (Alternative Version)[Chorus] +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair + +[Verse] +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I want 'em +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl +I ain't never gonna find her +Pain pills with my coke, girl +You know I gotta get high first + +[Chorus] +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +[Chorus] +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair + +[Verse] +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I want 'em +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl +I ain't never gonna find her +Pain pills with my coke, girl +You know I gotta get high first + +[Chorus] +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me, away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My All [ALT][verse] +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all + +[Instrumental break] + +[verse] +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all + +[instrumental break] + +[outro[ +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my allEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crybaby (Traduccion Al Español)[Intro: Nedarb] +Skedda! + +[Verso] +Ella dijo que soy un llorón, no puedo estar despierto últimamente +Chica, me traes loco, AMG Mercedes +Acelerando en la carretera, mirando a las luces de la calle +Drogándome un viernes, nunca puedo dormir bien +Sabiendo que te lastimo, no te merezco +Debería haberte detenido, sé que soy el peor, boo +Pero también podría ser genial, y tú tienes esos movimientos de baile +Y yo tengo esta vibra, prometo que es perfecta para salir +También quiero morir, todos también queremos morir +Tengo esta vibra, juro que ella también ama drogarse +También amo drogarme, quiero ocultarte +¿Cómo te encontre? Estaré dentro, estoy haciendo música para llorar + +[Coro] +Oh, es un mundo solitario, lo sé +Conseguiré a una chica solitaria, eso es seguro +Oh, soy un chico solitario, ella hizo a un chico solitario, si, lo sé + +[Verso] +Ella dijo que soy un llorón, no puedo estar despierto últimamente +Chica, me traes loco, AMG Mercedes +Acelerando en la carretera, mirando a las luces de la calle +Drogándome un viernes, nunca puedo dormir bien +Sabiendo que te lastimo, no te merezco +Debería haberte detenido, sé que soy el peor, boo +Pero también podría ser genial, y tú tienes esos movimientos de baile +Y yo tengo esta vibra, prometo que es perfecta para salir +También quiero morir, todos también queremos morir +Tengo esta vibra, juro que ella también ama drogarse +También amo drogarme, quiero ocultarte +¿Cómo te encontre? Estaré dentro, estoy haciendo música para llorar +[Coro] +Oh, es un mundo solitario, lo sé +Conseguiré a una chica solitaria, eso es seguro +Oh, soy un chico solitario, ella hizo a un chico solitario, si, lo séEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Know You See Me (Everybody Hates Me)[Verse: Lil Peep} +Where do you fuck with? (What?) +I feel like everybody hates me (Yeah) +I'm alone and I'm bleedin' (And I'm bleedin') +I know you see me (Know you see me)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +PRINCESS (Demo)[Intro] +How could I forget about you? +How could I forget about you? +How could I forget about you? +(Send me one text, so I can get some rest) +Yah +Forget about you? +I don't know what I'd do without you +Lonely sunsets without my princess +(Ripped jeans, big screens, bad bitch and she 18) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +(She could be my lady, yeah) + +[Chorus] +How could I forget about you? (What?) +I don't know what I'd do without you (GBC) +Lonely sunsets without my princess +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princеss (Without my princess) +Send me onе text, so I can get some rest (I can get some) +How could I forget about you? +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess (Without my princess) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +[Bridge] +Send me one text, send me one text (One text) +Send me one text, send me one text (One text) +One text (One text) +One text (One text) + +[Verse] +How could I forget about you? (How?) +Never doubt me, I'll never doubt you (Never doubt you) +I don't go out without you (Without you) +I don't wanna leave the house without you +I don't do shit without you (I don't do shit) +And you know I ain't shit without you +Lonely sunsets, lonely sunrise (Yeah) +Wishin' I was lookin' in your eyes + +[Chorus] +How could I forget about you? +I don't know what I'd do without you +Lonely sunsets without my princess (Without my princess) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess (Without my princess) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess (Without my princess) +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +How could I forget about you? (Forget about you) +I don't know what I'd do without you (Do without you) +Lonely sunsets without my princess +Send me one text, so I can get some rest +[Outro] +You can get undressed, bitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Liar (Demo)[Intro] +I've been through a lot boy (Punk star) +I've been through a lot boy +I ain't gonna stop boy +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat +I ain't gonna stop boy, yeah +Always runnin' from the cops, boy +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) +Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy) +We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy) +You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?) +Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) +Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy) +We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy) +Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi) + +[Verse] +Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets) +Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me) +Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her) +You couldn't even buy her the purse (Nah) +Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?) +I just want some money for my mother (Damn) +This ain't a competition (Nah) +Please listen (Yeah) +Hold up, listen to me, right? +I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen) +But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches) +'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas) +And they are not like you at all +And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it +I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah +That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah) +Yeah, yeah, damn +[Chorus] +Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) +Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy) +We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy) +You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?) +Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy) +Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy) +We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy) +Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi) + +[Outro] +You ain't on the block, boy +Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah +You hot, boy? +That ain't smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy +And for what? +You're diggin' ya own grave +You're diggin' ya own grave, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Jeep (Traduccion Al Español)[Estribillo] +Recuerdo cuando solías tomarme la mano +Ahora actúas como un fantasma, chica +Vives siempre con una sonrisa en tu cara +Crees que el te conoce, pero yo te conozco mejor, chica +Nunca encontraras a otro como yo +Noches largas, drogándonos en la playa, chica +Pasaron dos semanas y sigo teniendo los mismos jeans +Nunca tengo una chica cuando necesito una + +[Coro] +Veo tu cara cuando miro hacia la ventana +Pienso en ella cada vez que esnifo cocaína +Si me amas, llámame +Me estoy muriendo, creo que mi puta no lo sabe + +[Post coro] +Creo que mi puta no lo sabе +Me estoy muriendo, crеo que mi puta no lo sabe +Me estoy muriendo, creo que mi puta no lo sabe +Me estoy muriendo, si, si + +[Estribillo] +Recuerdo cuando solías tomarme la mano +Ahora actúas como un fantasma, chica +Vives siempre con una sonrisa en tu cara +Crees que el te conoce, pero yo te conozco mejor, chica +Nunca encontraras a otro como yo +Noches largas, drogándonos en la playa, chica +Pasaron dos semanas y sigo teniendo los mismos jeans +Nunca tengo una chica cuando necesito una +[Coro] +Veo tu cara cuando miro hacia la ventana +Pienso en ella cada vez que esnifo cocaína +Si me amas, llámame +Me estoy muriendo, creo que mi puta no lo sabe + +[Post coro] +Creo que mi puta no lo sabe +Me estoy muriendo, creo que mi puta no lo sabe +Me estoy muriendo, creo que mi puta no lo sabe +Me estoy muriendo, si, siEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Yung (Traduccion Al Español)Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Esperando a mi muerte, mientras cuento hasta 10 +Una chica acostada en mi pecho en la parte trasera del Benz +Puedo verte fingir ¿por qué estas jugando a fingir? +Ni si quiera te conozco, ¿por qué actúas como si fuéramos amigos +Ella no va a conocer a otro igual a mi +Tu vagina en el suelo mientras caminaba +Si, dice "Gucci" en mi camiseta blanca +Soy un chico grande presumiendo, deja de jugar conmigo +[Verse 2: YungJZAisDead] +Bebé, estaba fumando marihuana con mi playera blanca +Puedes robar mis fotos y tus sueños rotos +Espere tu llamada, nunca espеraste por mi +Mírame en la oscuridad еsperando pacientemente por ti, esta noche +Estoy suplicando para que me llames, Estoy suplicando para que me llames +Estoy suplicando para que me llames, Estoy suplicando para que me llamesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Honestly (Traduccion Al Español)[Chorus] +¿Recuerdas cuando ambos teníamos dieciséis ? +Tenias un corazón superficial y yo grandes sueños +Y haría cualquier cosa que me pidieras +Volaría mis sesos, solo por ti +Y honestamente te digo la verdad +Todavía me volaría los sesos solo por ti +[Verse] +¿Recuerdas cuando no te preocupabas por mi? +Ahora soy todo lo que tienes y te tengo de rodillas +Tengo este pequeño problema, podria hacerte sangrar +¿Asi que cual es el problema? bеbé, hazme gemir +[Chorus 2] +Volaría mis sesos sol, por ti +Y honеstamente te digo la verdad +Todavía me volaría los sesos solo por ti +¿Recuerdas cuando ambos teníamos dieciséis ? +Tenias un corazón superficial y yo grandes sueños +Y haría cualquier cosa que me pidieras +[Outro] +Volaría mis sesos, solo por ti +Y honestamente te digo la verdad +Todavía me volaría los sesos solo por tiEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Love Me[Pre-Chorus: Future] +I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Mike WiLL Made-It) +I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) +I don't know what I would do without y'all +I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) + +[Chorus: Drake & Future] +Yeah, long as my bitches love me (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) +I can give a fuck 'bout no hater +Long as my bitches love me (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) +Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga +Long as these bitches love me + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, pussy-ass nigga, stop hatin' +Lil Tunechi got that fire +And these hoes love me like Satan, man +Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied +And all she eat is dick +She's on a strict diet, that's my baby +With no makeup, she a ten +And she the best with that head +Even better than Karrine +She don't want money +She want the time that we could spend +She said, "'Cause I really need somebody +So tell me you're that somebody" +Girl, I fuck who I want, and fuck who I don't +Got that A1 credit, that's that filet mignon +She said, "I never want to make you mad +I just want to make you proud" +I said, "Baby, just make me cum +Then don't make a sound" +Slick Tunechi +[Pre-Chorus: Future & Lil Wayne] +I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah) +I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) +I don't know what I would do without y'all +I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) + +[Chorus: Drake, Future, & Lil Wayne] +Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) +I can give a fuck 'bout no hater +Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) +Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga +Long as these bitches love me + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh, real nigga, fuck these haters +These hoes got pussies like craters +Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man +Pussy, money, weed, codeine +She said my dick feel like morphine +I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas +She wake up, eat this dick +Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96 +I feel her heartbeat, I chest-to-chest with this bitch +Now turn around, face down; I'm arrestin' this bitch +Yeah, all my bitches love me, and I love all my bitches +But it's like as soon as I cum, I come to my senses +And I would say these hoes' names +But then I would be snitchin' +And these haters try to knock me +But they can't knock me off the hinges +Lil Tunechi +[Pre-Chorus: Future & Lil Wayne] +I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah) +I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) +I don't know what I would do without y'all (I don't know what I would do without y'all) +I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) (I'ma ball) + +[Chorus: Drake, Future, & Lil Wayne] +Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) +I can give a fuck 'bout no hater +Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) +Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches +And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture +Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin' +I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches +And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture +Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin' +Bitch + +[Pre-Chorus: Future, Lil Wayne, & Both] +I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Tunech) +I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) +I don't know what I would do without y'all (I don't know what I would do without y'all) +I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) (I'ma ball) +[Chorus: Drake, Future, & Lil Wayne] +Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) +I can give a fuck 'bout no hater +Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) +Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga (Yeah) +Long as these bitches love me235EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Believe Me[Produced by Boi-1da and Vinylz] + +[Chorus: Drake] +I'm the only one that get the job done +I don't know a nigga that could cover for me +Yeah, got some game from my dad +He said she might say she love me +She don't love me like she say she love me +Believe me, believe me +I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets +I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat +I'm the one they come to see because they all +Believe me + +[Verse 1: Drake] +Yeah, rip, rip rip +It's been me and Young Tune off the rip +That's the man that put me in this shit +If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick +Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique +I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip +God damn, do y'all really know who y'all fuckin' with? +Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin' +Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer +On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss +Yeah, Stunna and Mack know +When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back +And I was snappin' off on every single track though +Collect call from the boss like where we at though +I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga" +He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga +And I'll been rockin' with the team 'til Carter IX +And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga +Yeah +[Chorus: Drake] +I'm the only one that get the job done +I don't know a nigga that could cover for me +Yeah, got some game from my dad +He said she might say she love me +She don't love me like she say she love me +Believe me, believe me +I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets +I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat +I'm the one they come to see because they all +Believe me + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Lord knows I'll murk one of these niggas, yeah +His and hers Ferraris, nigga +One for me, one for my daughter, nigga +Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga +I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga +Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga +Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga +Out of duct tape so when he prayin' I ignore the nigga +All I gotta say is "sayonara, nigga" +Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga +Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga +We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later +Diamonds in my Rollie face cannot be exfoliated +They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated +Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin' +Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with +Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant +I must be doin' somethin' +[Chorus: Drake] +I'm the only one that get the job done +I don't know a nigga that could cover for me +Yeah, got some game from my dad +He said she might say she love me +She don't love me like she say she love me +Believe me, believe me +I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets +I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat +I'm the one they come to see because they all +Believe me + +[Verse 3: Drake] +Had to get it poppin' off the rip +Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick +Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick +If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip +I had to get it poppin' off the rip +I'm the one they tell yah been reppin' in the 6 +Come into the city and yah niggas get to trippin' +We'll take yah to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff +Well damn, just be happy for the man +Nirvana, Coldplay, nigga got bands +Ink from the money, got it all over my hands +Goin' out to Houston, spendin' all of my advance +V Live just took me for a cheque +"Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt" +Yes, right now you are lookin' at the best +Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Mothafuck the rest +When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps +I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect +It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat +One finger, slidin' 'cross my neck +Niggas know what that mean like they deaf +Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day +On the job and the bitch overslept +Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king +Need a horn and a drumroll +They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga +I don't step on one rose +I'm the only one that get the job done +I don't know a nigga that can cover for me +Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach +She look like she got a bun in the oven from me +Preheat, believe me +All you gotta do is pay me every week +I had these bitches havin' babies every week +I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets +Gone + +[Outro: Drake] +Rip rip, nigga1.6KEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mona Lisa[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] +I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee +Hope it ain't too many feelings involved + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles +Gettin' drunk with these bitches, and when they leave they get followed +Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her +Then she let us in, we take all of your shit, and when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas with riches +I tell her, "Get him," she say, "I got you," I say, "No, bitch, I said get him" +And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties +Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs, it's a stick-up, she scream like a victim +Now you feelin' so silly, I smoke color purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (Ooh) +Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh) +You can get snaked, you can get faked out by the bitch that you feelin' +'Cause you thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee +And you tellin' your business, she tell me your business, you tell that bitch what you feelin' +All of the beans you be spillin', to you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin's +She know where you hide it tell me where it's hidden, she know when you're gone, tell me when to visit +We break in your home and take the specifics, and meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him +So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains, we find out addresses, and we don't leave messes +You'll only know that it's gone when you checkin', then your first thought is to start second guessin' +She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothin', keep restin'," she say, "What's missin'?" "How you know somethin' missin'?" +He scratch his head, she say, "Get back in bed," and she gave him some head +Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say, "Ooh" +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles +Gettin' drunk with these bitches, then when they leave they get followed +I be with bitches that know the bitches that's with the niggas we followin' +Get them on the line, stay two cars behind and tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious!" +Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care +She handle the business and don't ever tell, she bite the bullet and cough up the shells +She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place," and if he say yeah, then we meet him there +She feed him lies with his silverware, she don't want love, she just want her share + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is +So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears, and then she tell me and I be all ears +And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him, and then I call Liz, and she say he comin' over +I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you," she gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier" +We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up, walk up to the door and right before he knock +She open the door naked, she left it unlocked, they started French kissin' so he didn't see moi +And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch, music up loud with his head in the clouds +Turn that shit down, and I scared the piss out of him, piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown +"Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around, I ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down +You know what it is, put your fuckin' hands up, Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down" +And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her, she a good actress, and you a dead actor +You'll be dead after we get what we're after, if Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh +I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga, but think for me, nigga +Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga, I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga +She pour you a drink, that drank on me, nigga, she slip somethin' in it, now faint for me, nigga +Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture, Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas +Pussy got you out of character, nigga, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga +Take everythin' that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion, we have your attention +And now you're lookin' down a barrel though, nigga, now she lookin' for her pantyhose, nigga +We just lookin' for the casserole, nigga, but she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga (Mona) +[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Lil Wayne] +Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall +Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball +Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh, probably on a Internet blog +In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow +(Mona Lisa) Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls +And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it, make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God +Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him +Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi? Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat +Woke up in the mornin' to The Great Gatsby, then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie +I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughin', I'ma call up again like I did last week +Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy, Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley +Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy, bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me +Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'bout a motherfuckin' double standard, actin' +Fuckin' on another nigga, that's a negative alone, but you sucked his dick? That's just nasty +Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No) You fuckin' with Wayne's? (No!) +Bitch, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick) (… lick me like a lollipop) +He on your fuckin' ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos +Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews, I don't know what the fuck lately got into you +Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder, forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? +The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma, daycare after school and she never did charge you +You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up, you know what? I give up, let me go get my gun +I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin', goddammit, you know that the damage is done +Bitch, I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress, I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess +So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussy, I'm killin' myself +[Outro: Lil Wayne and Kendrick Lamar] +She say, "Ooh, Daddy, ooh," Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa +Ooh, fake smile (Ooh), Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa +She say, "Ooh," no emotion (Ooh), Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa +Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah183EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +6 Foot 7 Foot[Chorus: Harry Belafonte] +Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch +Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer +Swagger down pat; call my shit Patricia +Young Money militia and I am the commissioner +You no wan' start Weezy ‘cause the 'F' is for finisher +So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma? +Two bitches at the same time; synchronized swimmers +Got the girl twisted ‘cause she open when you twist her +Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her +Life is the bitch, and death is her sister +Sleep is the cousin—what a fuckin' family picture +You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature +It's all in the family, but I am of no relation +No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration +Black and white diamonds; fuck segregation +Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut +Young Money runnin' shit, and you niggas just runner-ups +I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit +Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish + +[Chorus: Harry Belafonte] +Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch +Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +(I'm goin' back in…) +Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded +I think you stand under me if you don't understand me +Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy +But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy +Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest +I beat the beat up; call it self-defense +Swear, man, I be seein' through these niggas like sequins +Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end +Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant +Married to the money, fuck the world; that's adultery +You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk +Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt +Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on deadbolt +Mind so sharp I fuck around and cut my head off +Real nigga all day and tomorrow +But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke +Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya +Try me and run into a wall; outfielder +You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights +The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe +Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do +If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon +Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall +I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all +And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on +But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on +Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it +Young Money, Cash Money +Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya" +Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna +People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda +Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her +You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant +I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate +Yeah, with a swag you would kill for +Money too strong; pockets on bodybuilder +Jumped in a wishin' well, now wish me well +Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell +[Verse 3: Cory Gunz] +Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean +Don't wanna see what that drama mean +Get some Dramamine +Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen +Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend +I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see +Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you nigga's the son of me +Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha +Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda +Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba +And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya +I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', now I pack like a mover +Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter +Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler +Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler +Wayne, these niggas out they mind +I done told these fuck niggas so many times +That I keep them bucks steady on my mind +Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause +To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love +Keep throwin' my sign in the middle +Hit 'em up, piece on my side +‘Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch +I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad +Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside +I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna171EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mirror[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Uh, with everything happening today +You don't know whether you're coming or going, but +You think that you're on your way +Life lined up on the mirror, don't blow it + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Woah, look at me when I'm talking to you +You looking at me but I'm looking through you +I see the blood in your eyes +I see the love in disguise +I see the pain hidden in your pride +I see you're not satisfied +And I don't see nobody else +I see myself, I'm looking at the + +[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne] +Mirror on the wall (Woah) +Here we are again (Yeah) +Through my rise and fall (Uh) +You've been my only friend (Yeah) +You told me that they can +Understand the man I am +So why are we here +Talking to each other again? +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh, I see the truth in your lies +I see nobody by your side +But I'm with you when you're all alone +And you correct me when I'm looking wrong +I see the guilt beneath the shame +I see your soul through your window pane +I see the scars that remain +I see Wayne, I'm lookin' at the.. + +[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne] +Mirror on the wall +Here we are again (Yeah) +Through my rise and fall (Uh-huh) +You've been my only friend (My only friend) +You told me that they can't +Understand the man I am (They can't understand) +So why are we here (Misunderstood) +Talking to each other again? (Woah) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Looking at me now I can see my past +Damn, I look just like my fucking dad +Light it up, that's smoke and mirrors +I even look good in a broken mirror +I see my mama smile, that's a blessing +I see the change, I see the message +And no message coulda been any clearer +So I'm starting with the man in the... +[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne] +Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that) +Here we are again +Through my rise and fall (Uh) +You've been my only friend (Take 'em to Mars, man) +You told me that they can +Understand the man I am +So why are we +Talking to each other again? (Uh) +Mirror on the wall (Woah) +Here we are again (Yeah) +Through my rise and fall +You've been my only friend (Any questions?) +You told me that they can (I come to you) +Understand the man I am (You always have the answer) +So why are we here +Talking to each other again? + +[Outro: Bruno Mars & Lil Wayne] +Mirror on the wall +Hey B.P, looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time +So why are we +Talking to each other again?121EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rich As Fuck[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible +But I swear with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with Five-O +Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo +Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tightrope +And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold +Nigga, you get beat the crap out, but that's just how the dice roll +These hoes want that hose-pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe +She get on that dick and stay on, all night, like porch lights +Let's do it, fuck talking, we out here, we ballin' +And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40 +We fucked up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-fucks +Bitch niggas go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's fucked up +But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever +These bitches think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers +I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, fuck Gucci +She blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches +And that's 2 Chainz + +[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Both] +Look at you (Aw), now look at us +All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) +All my niggas live rich as fuck (Yeah) +All—All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) +Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us) +All my niggas look rich as fuck (Bitch) +All my—All my niggas live rich as fuck (You hoe-ass—) +All my—All—All my ni— +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin +I turnt a penny to a motherfuckin Janet Jackson +Tell the bitches that be hatin' I ain't got no worries +I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance, ho +What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer +All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter +Yeah, murder, one-eighty-seven +I be killing them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven +And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine +Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams +Got a white girl with big titties, flat-ass, TV screen +I keep a bad bitch, call me the B.B. King +And you know I got that mouth out her +Then put that bitch out like a house fire +I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers +I eat that cat just like a lion +And I can't trust none of these niggas +Can't trust none of these hoes +And I see your girl when I want +I got that ho TiVo'd, ugh +Got a red-ass bitch with a red-ass pussy +Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass pussy +Since y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact +To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin' +All I know is I love my bitch +And pussy feel just like Heaven on earth +Six feet deep, dick shovelin' the dirt +RIP: Rest In Pussy +Light that shit, then pass that shit, we gon' get so smoked out +And then I went, got locked up, every night, I dreamt I broke out +One time for them pussy niggas, that's that shit I don't like +We eatin' over here nigga, fuck around and have a food fight +And that's 2 Chainz +[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Both] +Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah) +All my niggas look rich as fuck (What?) +All my niggas live rich as fuck (What?) +All-all my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) +Look at you, now look at us (Get the fuck out y'all bitches, straight up) +All my niggas look rich as fuck (Any bitch who don't wanna give me no pussy) +All my-all my niggas live rich as fuck (Fuck you in your asshole, bitch) +All my-all-all my niggas look rich as fuck + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +And your nigga a hoe101EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +A Milli[Intro] +Bangladesh +Young Money! +You dig? +Mack, I'm going in + +[Verse 1] +A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire +Tougher than Nigerian hair +My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair +I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed +Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind +‘Cause I don't write shit, ‘cause I ain't got time +‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar +And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper +Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper +Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin' +Tell the coppers: "Ha-ha-ha-ha +You can't catch him, you can't stop him" +I go by them goon rules: if you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em +You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em +You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em +You pop 'em ‘cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher + +[Chorus] +Motherfucker, I'm ill +[Verse 2] +A million here, a million there +Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere +Like smoking the thinnest air +I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me +Like, "Look at that bastard Weezy!" +He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem +Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? +Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin' +On some faggot bullshit: call 'em Dennis Rodman +Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick! +Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch +Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch +She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch +Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask +For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch! +And it ain't trickin' if you got it +But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit +Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick +And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick +Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick — I'm it + +[Chorus] +Motherfucker, I'm ill + +[Verse 3] +See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac +André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? +Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne? +My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man +Who that one that do that, boy? +You knew that true that, swallow +And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels +I don't owe you like two vowels +But I would like for you to pay me by the hour +And I'd rather be pushin' flowers +Than to be in the pen sharin' showers +Tony told us this world was ours +And the Bible told us every girl was sour +Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower +Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower +Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey +Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me +Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me" +Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin' +I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it +Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me +Don't you compare me, ‘cause there ain't nobody near me +They don't see me but they hear me +They don't feel me but they fear me +I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat130EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She Will[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Young Money! +Yeah +Four +Ahem! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga!" +I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her +Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less +I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet +Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness +So on my Libra scale I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness +What goes around comes around like a hula hoop +Karma is a bitch? Well, just make sure that bitch is beautiful +Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet +I tried to pay attention but attention paid me +Haters can't see me: nose-bleed seats +And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap +I rock to the beat of my drum set +I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet +But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit +Now jump up on that dick and do a full split! + +[Hook: Drake] +Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga +And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real." +And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second." +I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel +I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here +Baby, you know the deal +And she bad, so maybe she won't, ugh +But shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, yeah +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, she will, she will, ugh +Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now +She will, she will, she will (Ugh) +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Yeah + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for me!" +Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me +And you could take it to the bank and deposit that +Put your two cents in and get a dollar back +Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack +I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back +I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine +Eat her 'til she cry—call that "wine 'n' dine" +Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses +They say, "Choose wisely," that's why I was chosen +Rockin' like asphalt, it's the cash fault +Looked in the face of Death and took its mask off +Now, I like my house big and my grass soft +I like my girl face south and her ass north +But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit +Now hop up on that dick and do a full split! + +[Hook: Drake] +Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga +And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real." +And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second." +I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel +I wish we could take off +And go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal +‘Cause she bad so maybe she won't +Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will +Do it for the realest niggas +In the fuckin' game right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas +In the fuckin' game right now, she will +Maybe for the money and the power +And the fame right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas +In the fuckin' game right now, she will +[Outro: Drake] +Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga +And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real." +And I say I ain't doubt you for a second +I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I'm get to it) +I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal +(Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising) +'cause she bad, so maybe she won't +Uh, but shit then again maybe she will +Carter 4 Tunechi +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, she will, she will +Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now +She will, she will, she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, she will, she will +I think I love her102EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Cry[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +C5 + +[Chorus: XXXTENTACION] +Don't cry, don’t go +Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Why y’all staring into the clouds +Am I rising or they comin' down? +I see death around the corner +And the U-turn sign's lookin' like a smile +What do I do now? Who gon' find me, how? +Nowhere to turn but around and round +Just another nigga that done lost his head +No, a fucking king that forgot his crown +I am not number one, it's true +I'm number 9-27-82 +Color blind even if I may be blue +A lot on my plate, ain't my favorite food +But I’m hungry, so hungry +Need my family tree next to a money tree +With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden +With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me +I sip from the Fountain of Youth +So if I die young, blame the juice +Bury me in New Orleans +Tombstone reads: "Don’t cry, stay tuned." +Bring me back to life +Got to lose a life just to have a life +But if heaven's as good as advertised +I want a triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife +Rest in paradise +[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne] +Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry), don’t go (Why, oh why?) +Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa! +Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry) +Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why, oh why?) +Won't lie (Don't cry, don't cry) +I fuckin' love you, whoa! (Don't cry, don't cry) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Talent is God-given, be grateful +Fame is not a given, be humble +And conceit is self-driven, drive carefully +Stay in your own lane, seat buckled +And sometimes when there is no music +We toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bum +That woman carried the future +And Tunechi was born like, "dun-dun-dun-dun-dun" +Don't call it a comeback +It was dark, now the sun back +Hit me hard, but I punched back +The wheels fell off, I rode the hubcap +Is it suicide or it's do or die? +It's newer days and it's bluer skies +I told myself, "It's just you and I" +Then the breeze came and it blew my mind +Lord knows who I'm there for +I give my last breath of air for +Mama tell me to be careful +Voice in my head give me an earful +But I got mind control over my control +I lost control but knew I'd find control +I let God control what I cannot control +Can't control the tears, let 'em drop and roll +[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne] +Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry) +Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why?) +Won't lie (Don't cry), I fuckin' love you, whoa! +(Triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife, rest in paradise) +Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry) +Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why?) +Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa! (Don't cry) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Don't cry, stay tuned +And triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife +Rest in paradise136EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blunt Blowin’[Intro] +Yeah, I put my shades on + +[Verse 1] +I live it up like these are my last days +If time is money, I'm an hour past paid +Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass +Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag +Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting +I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect +Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters +But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper +So love or hate me, I stay hate-free +They say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake me +I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers +All hail Weezy, call it bad weather +I stick to the script, I memorize the lines +Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times +You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds +And they say never say never, but fuck it, nevermind +I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong +Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah + +[Chorus] +And I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' +I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga +With my money growing, no matter where you going +You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga +I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' +I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga +With my money growing, no matter where you going +You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga +[Verse 2] +Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches +All about my riches, my name should be Richard +Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors +Life is a choice, and death is a decision +Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch +I still got the vision like a line between two dots +Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter +And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em +I'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die young +Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one +Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb +Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum +Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets +Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping +Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting +Eastside, MOB Piru Damu + +[Hook] +I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' +I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga +With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin' +You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga + +[Verse 3] +Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher +See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher +I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker +And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her +You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids +But I don't wanna know, cause shit I like surprises +Why that, why this, why you on that why shit? +Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM +Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim +Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin +Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras +Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker +[Hook] +I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin' +I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga +With my money growing, no matter where you going +You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga + +[Outro] +I've been gone too long +True or false, right or wrong +Hello Weezy, welcome home +It's Young Mula, baby72EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Right Above It[Produced by Kane Beatz] + +[Intro] +Kane is in the building +[Verse 1: Drake] +Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole +I'm with Marley G's bro +Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows +And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know +This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh +My real friends never hearing from me +Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me +That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused +I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews +We walk the same path, but got on different shoes +Live in the same building, but we got different views +I got a couple cars, I never get to use +Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos +And these days all the girls are down to roll +I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole +Plus I be sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow +Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Now tell me how you love it +You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it +We on, it's Young Money motherfucker +If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker +Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch +And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig +I got my gun in my boo purse +And I don't bust back, because I shoot first +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Meet me on the fresh train, yes I'm in the building +You just on the list of guest names +And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games +Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change +And I smoke 'til I got chest pains +And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James +Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne +I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane +Skinny pants and some Vans +Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen +As the world spinning, dance in my hands +Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand +Uh, wake up and smell the pussy +You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me +I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me +Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Now tell me how you love it +You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it +We on, it's Young Money motherfucker +If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker +Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch +And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig +I got my gun in my boo purse +And I don't bust back, because I shoot first +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +How do you say what's never said? +Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red +Limping off tour, cause I made more on my second leg +Muthafuckin' Birdman Jr., 11th Grade +Ball on automatic start +I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw +Wildcat offense, check the paw prints +We in the building, you niggas in apartments +Uh, now come on be my blood donor +Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her +Do it big and let the small fall under that +Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at +Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack +And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack +Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that +Nigga, nothing short of that +President Carter, Young Money Democrat + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Now tell me how you love it +You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it +We on, it's Young Money motherfucker +If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker +Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch +And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig +I got my gun in my boo purse +And I don't bust back, because I shoot first66EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Uproar[Intro: Swizz Beatz & Lil Wayne] +(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy +Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy) +I see, thank you man, thank you +Y'all know his name +Ayo, Mack, let the beat drop +Ladies and gentlemen, C5, Wayne time +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone +Let me see your shoulders work +I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but, uh +If you ain't got a lighter, what the fuck you smoking for? +We hot! (Haaa) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +What the fuck, though? Where the love go? +Five, four, three, two, I let one go +Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro +Aimin' at your head like a buffalo +You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat +You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes +Then the sun die, the night is young though +The diamonds still shine in the rough, ho +What the fuck though? Where the love go? +Five, four, three, two, where the ones go? +It's a shit show, put you front row +Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show +Money over bitches, and above hoes +That is still my favorite love quote +Put the gun inside, what the fuck for? +I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore +What the fuck, yo? Where the love go? +Trade the ski mask for the muzzle +It's a blood bath, where the suds go? +It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go +If she's iffy, there the drugs go +If she sip lean, double-cup toast +I got a duffle full of hundos +There the love go, where's the uproar? +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +What the fuck though? Where the love go? +Five, four, three, two, I let one go +Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro +Aimin' at your head like a buffalo +What the fuck though? Where the love go? +Five, four, three, two, I let one go +Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro +Aimin' at your head like a buffalo + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro +I come out the scuffle without a scuff, woah +Puff, puff, bro; I don't huff though +Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke +At your front door with a gun stowed +"Knock, knock. Who's there?" is how it won't go +This the jungle, so have the utmost +For the nutzos, and we nuts, so +What the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro +We grow up fast, we roll up slow +We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope +Dreadlock hang down like you dun know +Put the green in the bag like a lawnmower +Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow +Extra clip in the stash like a console +Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald +What the fuck, bro? Where the love go? +Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross +Just look up, bro, there the Scuds go +I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? +Hmm, to the unknown +Only way he comin' back is through his unborns +If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord +It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar? +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +What the fuck though? Where the love go? +Five, four, three, two, I let one go +Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro +Aimin' at your head like a buffalo +What the fuck though? Where the love go? +Five, four, three, two, I let one go +Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro +Aimin' at your head like a buffalo36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Worries[Chorus: Detail] +You can look me in my face +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +See the sh-rooms keep me up +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) +Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries +You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there +See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried +Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' me I feel buried +And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant +Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private +Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers +Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear’ll have to bear with us +And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep +All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up shit’s creek +You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas +It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years +All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it +B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart +On my private jet and my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga +I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers +You don't get dissed, you get disfigured +She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry +I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries +Tunechi +[Chorus: Detail] +You can look me in my face +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +See the sh-rooms keep me up +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) +Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries +You see pussy right there, redbone mangos right there +See them sh-roomies right there, we ain't got no worries + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +We ain't got no worries +She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries +She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?" +She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you tryna be funny!" +Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong +I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar +That camel toe, that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose +These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show +I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho +You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat +Bitch, it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries +I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story +YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, I'M UP, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABY! +[Chorus: Detail] +You can look me in my face +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +See the sh-rooms keep me up +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +(I ain't got no worries) +You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) +Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries +You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there +See them sh-roomies right there50EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drop the World[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes +Hate in my heart, love in my mind +I seen nights full of pain, days are the same +You keep the sunshine, save me the rain +I search but never find, hurt but never cry +I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind +And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond +The top gets higher the more that I climb +The spot gets smaller and I get bigger +Tryna get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga +But soon for a nigga it be on, ma'fucker +‘Cause all this bullshit just made me strong, ma'fucker + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head +Yeah +Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head +Yeah +And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker +Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker +I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh +I know what they don't wanna tell you +Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof +I, I walk up in the world and cut the lights off +And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off +Huh, my word is my pride +But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise +Served to survive, murdered and bribed +And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem Eminem] +So I could pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head +Haha, yeah +Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head +Yeah +And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker +Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker +I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone +I'm gone + +[Bridge: Eminem] +It hurts, but I never show, this pain you'll never know +If only you could see just how lonely and how cold +And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall +When push come to shove I just stand up and scream: "Fuck 'em all!" + +[Verse 3: Eminem] +Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in, this roof is cavin' in +Oops, time to raise it then, your days are numbered like pages in +My book of rhymes; got 'em cookin', boy, this crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook +And scared to look in my eyes, I stole that fuckin' clock: I took the time and I +Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt-fucked this game up +Better be careful when you bring my name up, fuck this fame, that ain't what +I came to claim, but the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it +But I swear, one way or another, I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe it +I swear to God, won't spare the rod, I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod +Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody +Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie, permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye +This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die! +My head is swole, my confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal +I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk, you're trapped in my medicine ball +I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dog +I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'— +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem Eminem] +Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head +Yeah +Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head +Yeah +And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker +Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker +I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone +I'm gone111EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +John[Intro: Sample] +"Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky +Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy" + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +.44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet +I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch" +I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck +I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple-threat +When I was in jail, she let me call her collect +But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death +Top down, it's upset +Been fucking the world, and nigga, I ain't cum yet +You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck +The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet +The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch +I pay these niggas with a reality check +Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best +This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress +The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest +And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh + +[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne] +I'm not a star, somebody lied +I got a chopper in the car +I got a chopper in the car +I got a chopper in the car +Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st +Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts +If I die today, remember me like John Lennon +Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh +[Verse 2: Rick Ross] +Big black nigga in a icy watch +Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop +Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box +Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish +I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss) +In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha) +Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down +Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time +Drop palmolive in a nigga dope +Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah) +Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes +Well connected, got killers off in Chicago + +[Chorus: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne] +I'm not a star, somebody lied +I got a chopper in the car +I got a chopper in the car +I got a chopper in the car +Yeah, oad up the choppers like it's December 31st +Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts +If I die today, remember me like John Lennon +Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Talk stupid, get ya head popped +I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx +Big B's, Red Sox +I get money to kill time, dead clocks +You fucking with a nigga who won't give a fuck +Empty the clip then roll the window up +Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon +I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum +200 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece +That banana clip, let Chiquita speak +Dark shades, Eazy E +Five letters, YMCMB +Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga +I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga +You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving +If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh +[Verse 4: Rick Ross + Lil Wayne + Rick Ross & Lil Wayne] +I'm not a star, somebody lied +I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah) +Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together +YMCMB, double M, we rich forever +The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang" +Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah) +Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch +My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks +Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah) +Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes +Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus +Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y’all +Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah) +If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up (NIgga) +It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah) +I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I'm not a star, somebody lied +I got a chopper in the car +Yeah62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How to Love[Intro] +Cut the music up +A little louder + +[Chorus] +You had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out +How to love, how to love +You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever +Now you in a corner trying put it together +How to love, how to love +For a second you were here, now you over there +It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body +Like you never had a love, never had a love + +[Verse 1] +When you was just a youngin, your looks were so precious +But now you're grown up, so fly it's like a blessing +But you can’t have a man look at you for five seconds +Without you being insecure +You never credit yourself, so when you got older +It seems like you came back ten times over +Now you’re sitting here in this damn corner +Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder + +[Chorus] +See you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out +How to love, how to love +You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever +Now you in a corner tryning put it together +How to love, how to love +For a second you were here, now you over there +It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body +Like you never had a love, never had a love +[Verse 2] +You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions +The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions +But it wasn’t your fault, wasn't in your intentions +To be the one here talking to me, be the one listening +But I admire your poppin' bottles and dippin' +Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping +Baby, so don’t be mad, nobody else trippin' +You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook + +[Chorus] +You had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out +How to love, how to love +You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever +Now you in this corner tryna put it together +How to love, how to love +For a second you were here, now you over there +It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body +Like you never had a love, never had a love + +[Bridge] +See I just want you to know that you deserve the best +You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful +Yeah, and I want you to know +You’re far from the usual, far from the usual +[Chorus] +You see you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out +How to love, how to love +See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever +Now you in this corner trying put it together +How to love, how to love +See you had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out +How to love, how to love +You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever +Now you in this corner trying put it together +How to love, how to love94EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lollipop (Remix)[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Haha +Uh-huh +No homo (Young Mula, baby!) +I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper +Remix, baby! + +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton +She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top +That hit the spot +'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop? +Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze +Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese" +Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay" +I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait +This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt +But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else +I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself +I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt +Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt +Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt +Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help +We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh! +You know what it is when we out of town +We balling too serious, and you out of bounds +So come here, baby girl +You're now fucking with the best in the world +[Break: Kanye West & Static Major] +Lollipop +The best in the world +Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop +World, world +She— She lick me like a lollipop + +[Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] +Shawty want a thug, thug, thug +Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club) +Shawty wanna hump (Shawty wanna) +You know I like to touch (Shawty wanna) +Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) +Shawty want a thug (I like that) +Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) +Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) +You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper +And she gonna lick the rapper +And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor +I Anita-bake her; now, she caught up in that "Rapture" +I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard" +I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker +Greedy mother-fudge cake; now, tell me how that fudge tastes +I do it for Bloods' sake—soo-woo! +Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate +Your girl want to participate +She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain +And then, my diamonds are in the choir because they sing from off my chain +And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang +Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison +If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment +Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment +Take my lollipop and enjoy it—remix! +[Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] +Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) +Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club, yeah!) +Shawty wanna hump (Yeah! Shawty wanna) +You know I like to touch (Yeah! Shawty wanna) +Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) +Shawty want a thug (I like that) +Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) +Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) +You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie +In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building +I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit +'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit +I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go +And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo +I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck +​iPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex +Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex +'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text +Haha! So wrap it up! +Bu-Bu-But he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper + +[Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne] +Shawty want a thug +Bottles in the club, club, club +Shawty wanna hump +You know I like to touch +Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Re-Re-Re-Remix, baby!) +[Outro: Static Major] +Lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) +She— She lick me like a lollipop (L-Lollipop) +Sh-Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) +She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mr. Carter[Produced by Infamous and Drew Correa] + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yo, yo Drew and Inf +This-this, this right here is crazy +Yo I, I feel big, you know what I mean? +Like, not, not big in the sense of, weight +You know what I mean? Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that +Like colossal +Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs) +I heard you were lookin' for me + +[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello) +Tell me, where have you been? (Haha, you know, hehe) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why (I know, haha) +Hey, Mr. Carter (Hey, hello) +Tell me, where have you been? (Shit, you know) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why (Hahahah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, to you forever, from me to you +I heard somebody say "Church!" I'ma need a suit +I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof +Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice +I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof +Didn't wear a bulletproof so I got shot and you can see the proof +Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth +Wonder if Stevie do? +But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you +Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O, and even U +Man, I got summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter than the sun +Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung +Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all +And I will never, I will never, I will never fall +I'm being hated by the seasons +So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason +[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] +Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world and I'm back again! +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) +Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world now I'm back again! +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch +While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit +I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick +Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!?" +Cause Wayne win, and they lose +I call 'em April babies, cause they fools +And when they snooze, we up! +Feet up, like a paraplegia +Or paraplegic? I parallel park +In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk +Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove +Now all my Bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-doe" +I know my role and I play it well +And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale +I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there +Long hair, don't even care +[Chorus: Sha-ron Prescott & JAY-Z] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world now I'm back again +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin') +Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world now I'm back again +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', chyeah) + +[Verse 3: JAY-Z] +I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear +Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir +Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder +Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother? +Show no mercy in Murcielagos +I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered +Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs +The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses +Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow +Even if you box well, can't stop the blows +Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room +The dope boy I just came off the spoon +Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- +Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe +I see Euros, that's right: plural +I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go +(Hey Mr. Carter) Young! +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite of soft +Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage +Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro +I know, I ride slow, and when I pass +They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past +And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z +Don't forget Weezy, Baby! + +[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott, Lil Wayne & Choir] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) +Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why (Haha) +Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) +Tell me, where have you been? (Hova!) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy) +They've been wondering why (Baby!) +Hey, Mr. Carter (Hahaha) +Tell me, where have you been? (I been hustlin') +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Hustlin' hard) +They've been wondering why (Chyeah!) +Hey, Mr. Carter +Tell me, where have you been? +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth +It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt +And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt +Fine, we'll lose two lives; yours and mine +Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve +At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve +Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve63EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dedicate[Intro: Lil Wayne + sample] +"If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be" +"You tatted your face—" +Bugatti, new boo +"You screamed, 'Suu whoop'—" +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +"You bought a Bugatti—", so you can flex +"And most of the bad bitches your ex" +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, new subject, new paper, new class, new school +New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs, much later, too soon, too bad, too cool +Too hot, too lit, too high to move, two eyes to view but too blind to bloom +Who lied to you? Two middle fingers that's up high to whom it may consume +Kaboom, goddamn, who knew that I am the guru with voodoo that sued you to high hell +With shooters that shoot through the iron, man, and see through the con man and now he a dyin' man +I turned a goddamn into a God's Plan go over the diagram and get to the job, man +Watch for the spy cam, sit back and watch, and do not watch your watch hand, give me some time, man +I am the bomb, man, I am gon' swim 'til I come out on dry land or on the fryin' pan +No, we did not land on Plymouth Rock, but it landed on our land, now I'm just buyin' land +Back to the block where they got more rock fans than a fuckin' rock band under a rock, man +We need Barack, man, I do what I can to keep it solid as a-- you know what I'm sayin' +With some rock playin' + +[Chorus: Sample + Lil Wayne] +"You tatted your face and changed the culture" (You changed) +"You screamed, 'Suu whoop,' and them gangsters loved you" (Yeah, yeah) +"You bought a Bugatti so you could flex" (So you can flex) +"And most of the bad bitches your ex" +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I started this shit, you just part of this shit, I'm the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn't skip +Take the heart of yo' bitch, 'cause like Bart, you a simp, and your water don't drip so your garden ain't shit +You just countin' the money, I'm drownin' in money, like, "Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?" +I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit, for the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit +Go retarded as shit, you go sweet, tangy, I go tart on this shit, I'ma barf on this shit +I'm a martian and shit, you an orphan, lil' bitch, if I taught you some shit, that's like Harvard, lil' bitch +You ain't talkin' 'bout shit but you softer than shit, walk it like you talk it, now you walkin' in shit +I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit, in the spotlight too long, should be darker than this +This is Tha Carter, lil' bitch + +[Chorus: Sample + Lil Wayne] +"You tatted your face and changed the culture" (You changed) +"You screamed, 'Suu whoop,' and them gangsters loved you" (Yeah, yeah) +"You bought a Bugatti so you could flex" (So you can flex) +"And most of the bad bitches your ex" + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I started this shit, they borrowed this shit, I thought of this shit, they thought it was it +I'm doggin' this shit, they bark and they sit, put a fork in that shit, which drawer to look in? +I brought in this shit, the starters get benched, the orders get sent, then targets get hit +Billion dollar smile, I sell myself short if I grin, I'm bargainin' then +Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit in the foreign car that I could talk to and shit +With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit 'bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne + sample] +Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo +All of that shit, just Tha Carter, lil' bitch +You changed, suu whoop (You tatted your face) +Bugatti, new boo ("You screamed, 'Suu whoop'—") +Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo +Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo +Tunechi +("If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be") +[Outro: Sample] +"They might think they've got a pretty good jump shot, or a pretty good flow. But our kids can't all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne."32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lollipop[Produced by Jim Jonsin & Deezle] + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Oww! Hahahaha +Uh-huh +No homo (Young Mula, baby) +I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper" +(Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) +So I let her lick the rapper (Hahaha!) + +[Refrain: Static Major] +She-She-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah) +She— She licked me like a lollipop, l-lollipop (Yeah) +Sh-Sh-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah) +She— She licked me like a lollipop, lollipop +[Chorus: Static Major] +Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Bottles in the club (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Shawty wanna hump (Yeah) +You know I like to touch (Yeah) +Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (She lick me like a lollipop) +Shawty wanna thug, thug, thug (I like that) +Bottles in the club, club, club (I like that, hahaha) +Shawty wanna hump +You know I like to touch +Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (C'mon, yeah!) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine (Yeah) +She even wear her hair down her back like mine (Yeah) +I make her feel right when it's wrong, like lying (Yeah) +Man, she ain't never had a love like mine (Yeah) +But man, I ain't never seen a ass like hers (Go!) +That pussy in my mouth, had me lost for words (Go!) +So I told her back it up like, "urp— urp—" (Yeah) +And I made that ass jump like, "jermp— jermp—" (Hahaha! Yeah!) +And that's when she... + +[Refrain: Static Major & Lil Wayne] +She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that) +She— She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that) +She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, I like that) +She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lil' mama!) +[Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] +Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) +Bottles in the club +Shawty wanna hump +You know I like to touch (Yeah) +Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah, shawty wanna) +Shawty want a thug (I like that) +Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) +Shawty wanna hump (I like that) +You know I like to touch (I like that! Haha!) +Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah) +[Post-Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne] +Okay (Yeah), after you back it up, don't stop (Drop it!) +Drop it, shawty (Yeah) drop it like it's hot +Ooh, drop— dr-dr-dr— drop it like it's hot (Yeah) +Do-Do-Do— Do it, shawty, don't stop (Yeah) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit (Yeah) +Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't this (Yeah) +Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit (Yeah) +But, shawty, I'ma hit it, hit it, like I can't miss +And he can't do this (Ugh), and he don't do that (Ugh) +Shawty need a refund (Yeah), need to bring that nigga back (Ugh) +Just like a refund (Ugh), I make her bring that ass back (Ugh, ugh) +And she bring that ass back, because I like that (Ugh, ugh) + +[Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne] +Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah I like that) +Bottles in the club (Yeah, I like that) +Shawty wanna hump (Yeah, I like that) +You know I like to touch (Yeah) +Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah) + +[Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne & Both] +Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop +I said, shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop +Shawty wanna lick me... Like a lollipop +(So I let her lick the rapper) She— She lick me like a lollipop +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug) +Bottles in the club (Bottles in the club) +Shawty wan' hump (Shawty wan' hump) +You know I like to touch +Your lovely lady lumps (Hahaha) +Stat! + +[Bridge: Static Major & Lil Wayne] +Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!) +Call— Ca-Call me, s— so I can get it juicy for you (Go!) +Call— Ca-Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!) +Call— Call me, s-s-so I can get it juicy for you +Call— Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (I said, hmm, mmm) +Call— Ca-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you (Hmm, mmm) +Call me, so— so I can make it juicy for you (Mmm, mmm) +Call— Call me, so-so-so I can get it juicy for you (Mm-hm) + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Static Major; Lil Wayne] +Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (I like that) +Bottles in the club, club, club (Yeah, I like that) +Shawty wanna hump +You know I like to touch +Your lovely lady lumps +I say, shawty want a thug +Bottles in the club +Shawty wanna hump +You know I like to touch (Yeah) +Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I get her on top (Yeah), she drop it like it's hot (Yeah) +And when I'm at the bottom, she Hillary Rodham (Ha) +The middle of the bed (Yeah), giving, gettin' head (Yuh) +Givin', gettin' head (Huh), givin', gettin' head (Haha) +I said hmm, mmm (I like that) +Said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that) +I said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that) +Mm-hm + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Say, call me, so I can come and do it for you +Call me, so I can come and prove it for you +Call me, so I can make it juicy for you +Call me, so I can get it juicy for you + +[Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] +Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop (Haha!) +She— She lick me like a lollipop, l-lollipop +I said he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper +She-She-She lick me like a lollipop +(What you do?) So I let her lick the rapper +She— She lick me like a lollipop52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Homies Still[Intro] +Pump that bass + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Man, fuck y'all with a sick dick, semi automatic, no click click +We don't feel you, like an elephant getting fucked with a tick dick +Little nigga with a thick bitch, and before I fuck this bitch +I gotta put that patch over my third eye: Slick Rick +Trukfit, T-shirt, talk second, skeet first +Boy, your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first +She give me brain: research, and I prefer reefer +But if you want some coke, that's cool, 'cause my homies still + +[Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean, & Both] +(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still +(Pump that bass) Haha, my homies still +(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still +Don’t make my goons go stupid +Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (boy) +Don’t make my goons go stupid +Go stupid, (go dumb) go stupid, yeah +(Whoa, boy) + +[Verse 2: Big Sean] +Okay, my girls and cars both skrt off (skrt) +I like a pussy so wet that I can surf off (whoa) +In a hotspot 'cause a nigga never chillin' (chillin') +I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches +Boy, I overgrind (whoa), overshine (whoa) +Ain't another nigga over Sean (boy, boy) +I'm getting paid, it's Oprah time (boy, boy) +I’m rollin' pine, I’m so divine +I’m west side, west side, dark glasses on like I'm goin' blind +Looking like Eazy E, it’s just me and Lil Weezy Wee +Get off my dick! +[Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean, & Both] +(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (whoa) +(Pump that bass) Haha, my homies still (boy, boy, boy) +(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (whoah, oh God) +Don’t make my goons go stupid +Go stupid, go stupid (boy, boy), yeah +Don’t make my goons go stupid +Go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah +(Whoa, whoa, oh God) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Big Sean] +Look, I’m east side, them haters 90 going west (boy, boy, boy) +My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf (huh?) +Weezy F, I'm east side, them haters 90 going west +My niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass) +Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, I don’t love them hoes +Got so much coke, you gon' need another nose +Man, I just play my hand, but I am not the dealer +You see I got them tear drops, I cry your ass a river +I got that Trukfit T-shirt, listening to "Rebirth" +I skate until my feet hurt, Hot Boy, free Turk +Pussy for dessert, put your ass beneath Earth +And I don’t sell drugs, but if you need work +My homies still + +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Big Sean] +(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still +Haha, my homies still +Yeah, my homies still +Whoa, okay +[Verse 4: Big Sean & Lil Wayne] +Boy, this here’s what I do do (do do) +Got your sister dancing, not the kind that's in a tutu (no) +Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that voodoo (go) +She said can’t nobody do it better, I tell her, "True, true," yeah, bitch, true, true +My, my, my bro-bro say these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit) +I got the girl you came with and the girl she came with +She leaking and drippin’, whoa, there I might just come slip in (whoa, whoa, whoa) +And your misses gonna go missin’ if she addicted to what my dick did +Boy, I get it! (I get it) +Lil bitch! + +[Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Both] +My homies still +Haha, my homies still (Finally Famous in this) +Yeah my homies still (G.O.O.D.) +Little nigga make my goons go stupid +Go stupid (go stupid), go stupid (go stupid) (boy, boy) +Don’t make my goons go stupid +Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (go dumb) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Big Sean] +Look, I’m eastside them haters 90 going West (whoa) +My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf +Weezy F, I'm eastside my nigga Sean from the West +And niggas pumping so much bass (pump that bass) +Yeah, uh-huh +Young Mula +Truk yo girl +(Pump that bass)17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +God Bless Amerika[Verse 1] +Uh, my mind's filled with mine fields +The ashes fall, the wine spills +The world stops, drops and rolls +It's Judgment Day or a fire drill +Yeah, I pour out my heart, have a drink +They say the drunk never lie, they ain't never lyin', yeahh +My country 'tis of thee +Sweet land of kill em all and let 'em die + +[Chorus] +God bless Amerika +This ole' godless Amerika +I heard tomorrow ain't promised today +The end of time is like a hour away + +[Verse 2] +Damn, military minded, lost and can't find it +The stars on the flag are never shining +Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today +Will I die or go to jail today? +'Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword +Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad +Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket +I'm wired out the socket, but still shocking +Everybody wanna tell me what I need +You can play a role in my life but not the lead +If there's food for thought then I'm guilty of greed +Mama said take what you want – I took heed, yeahh +Now let it breathe, yeah +[Verse 3] +Back to life, back to reality +Been eating my girl and she's so sweet, got cavities +Granted we do it for vanity not humanity +But what's appealing to me is under banana trees, love +I go so hard, I tried to pay homage but I was overcharged +Ain't that a bitch? I'm just a nut tryna bust a nut, in a nut shell +Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail +Same shit, different air freshener +I don't play, boy, I ain't Hugh Hefner +Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind +Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind +I be in the cloud, cloud number 9 +And I just fucked the clock and let it come to time +It's a cold world, I put on a mink +There's a chain of command, I'm the missing link + +[Chorus] +God bless Amerika +This ole' godless Amerika +I heard tomorrow ain't promised today +And I'm smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet + +[Outro] +Here we live by the sword and die by the sword +Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad +Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket +I'm wired out the socket, but still shockin' +Everybody wanna tell me what I need +You can play a role in my life but not the lead +I saw a butterfly in hell today +Will I die or go to jail today?61EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let It Fly[Chorus: Travis Scott] +(Fly) Let it fly +Let it fly like the birds in the sky +Hotter than the weather in July +I done did so much I can't decide +Word, word to my guys +She just get so wet, I slip and slide +Had to get it back to give 'em five +I, I, I... + +[Verse 1: Travis Scott] +Yeah, it's Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers) +Word to Moneybagg, I keep it comin' in (Woo, woo) +By the way we work, you think I had a twin (Twin) +I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbin' in (Naw) +You can't phase me, slidin' from a dangerous life (It's lit) +Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights +See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights +The way it go down we takin' fours and keepin' doors tight, yeah (Yeah, yeah) +We at the top, end of discussion (Discussion) +They mixin' alcohol and that 'tussin (Ooh) +The demon in their eyes and they clutchin' (Scared) +I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) +I kept the towel, not throwin' in, I'm ridin' 'round in my ends +I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me 'round when I'm bent +I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent +She wanna hit that shit again, nah (Brr-brr) +(Brr-brr) That's the phone call, when my blood ring +It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (Thugs) +[Chorus: Travis Scott] +Let it fly (Brr, fly) +Let it fly like the birds in the sky (Brr-brr) +Hotter than the weather in July (Brr-brr) +I done did so much I can't decide (It's lit) +Word, word to my guys (Yeah) +She just get so wet, I slip and slide (Splash) +Had to get it back to give 'em five +I, I, I... + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott] +It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived +It's C5, been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time +Please advise, it is advised to be advised, and we advise +You not fuck with me and mine, and keep in mind that we don't mind +Losin' our minds, free your mind, read your mind, read your mind +Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like, "Never mind" +What's on your mind? Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind +Control your mind, mind freak, no sober mind, I'm so behind +But front line, you crossed the line, and you better know your lines +And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothin' line +Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line +Them hoes be lyin', it's a thin line, and I know you know the line +Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines +Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line +Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines +Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more next in line +Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest +Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin' with +The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, I'm too equipped +Talkin' 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events +Tryin' not to get pinched, smokin' on a stupid stench +Lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure where my pupils went +Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy, that's my hooligan (It's lit) +Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott] +C5, best rapper alive +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Let it fly31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Can’t Be Broken[Chorus: Thomas Troelsen] +You cannot break down what can't be broken +Out of all the rankless, I was chosen +When all of the lights, they get low +And all of the curtains, they close +You cannot break down what can't be broken + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +They can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakable +They scared to face the truth because they hate the view +They taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' loose +Should I throw up the deuce or should I wave the deuce? +In 1982, my momma taped me to a space shuttle +Say, now I'm raising you and ain't no baby food +Unless you go and take the neighbors' food +And be afraid of who, I made the loot +When money went from army green to navy blue +I said salute, bulletproof, I gave 'em proof +Sometimes feel like my head a screw, twisted like tornadoes too +Man, I'ma need some Krazy Glue +Her walls is what I'm breaking through +Her nails, she gone break a few +You can never break me down, and I can't hit the brakes for you +(errr!) + +[Chorus: Thomas Troelsen] +You cannot break down what can't be broken +Out of all the rankless, I was chosen (Yeah) +When all of the lights, they get low (Low) +And all of the curtains, they close (They close) +You cannot break down (You can't) what can't be broken +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code +We bros (Can't be broken) +We bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes +G-code (Can't be broken) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I ain't finna break or fix the brakes +You emulate, I'm laughing in your face +Now fix your face, I can't disintegrate, 'cause I facilitate a mil' a day +For like a million days +At least the bills are paid, the children safe +Want to get away? No, I'm here to stay +I'm really great, but don't discriminate +'Cause I done seen a mirror break behind a pretty face +You stickin' out your chest, your titties fake +Don't make me pick your fate +I'm pickin' out a mate, she get replaced +The heart was built to break +I'm smoking icky, watching Ricki Lake +I got a lawyer that turn any case into a pillow case +My killers straight, let's do some Q&A +You saw the news today +Got news to break and rules to break +It hurt to say, they want to get Lil Tune to break +It's worth the wait, commercial break +[Chorus: Thomas Troelsen] +You cannot break down what can't be broken (G-code) +Out of all the rankless, I was chosen +When all of the lights, they get low +And all of the curtains, they close +You cannot break down what can't be broken (Uhh) + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code +We bros (Can't be broken) +We bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes, G-code +(Can't be broken)23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Glory[Produced by Avenue Beatz, Infamous and Onhel] + +[Intro] +(Glory) + +[Verse 1] +Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on +I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone +Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong +The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong +I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want +I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't +Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka +That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa +AK-47 my business partner, business is swell +French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell +I push his ass in a wishin' well, then wish him well +Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail +From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell +I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale +These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little gals +Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails + +[Interlude] +Uh, glory, hallelujah +Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure +I know how to hack a jeweler ward and not computers +I meditate like a Buddhist, holy ramen noodles +And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters +You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, "cock-a-doodle" +I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo +I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (Glory) +Glory +[Verse 2] +I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo +I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new +I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU +Make everybody that knew you boo-hoo, I got them spooked too +I drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther +I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I'll sock it to her +My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas +I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas +Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on +My weed louder than underarms and car alarms +Cheers, I said, "Surprise," but couldn't party long +I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board +But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war +These niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark +I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark +I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh? + +[Interlude] +Uh, glory, hallelujah +Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi +Unload the Glock profusely when sortin' out confusion +Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart +I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins +Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence +Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it +It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin' +Lord, oh, Lord +[Verse 3] +Am I talkin' crazy? Too much coffee maybe +I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated +The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest +My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it +She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe +We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady +I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti +I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy +Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental +Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials +That's private, tell the pilot, "Be quiet, we need our privacy" +Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably +Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies +No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus +No stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory +It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory + +[Interlude] +Uh, glory, hallelujah +Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser +My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users +You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus +My tires Lucas, my driver's cruisin', my partner's ruthless +My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies +I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human +You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi +You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em +[Outro] +Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em) +(Glory) +I got 'em +(I got 'em) +I got 'em359EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grindin’[Intro] +Grindin’, grindin’ +Grindin’, grindin’ +Grindin’, grindin’ +Grindin’, grindin’ + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’ I promise +I fuck her until I get tired, retire and then come out retirement +My girl like it rough she said “find me a diamond” +Her body be grindin’ +Lord we be on every kind of narcotic +That make us believe, when we lyin’, we honest, I love you +Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers +Too much dirty money when the colors +Are washing the whites in the dryer my nigga +It ain’t rocket science just rockets +I sleep in pussy not pajamas, grindin' +I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus +Whew, I ain’t crazy, I’m krazy and all of my niggas chaotic +Dressed in all black like they gothic +Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay +Knock, knock, knock, anyone home? +Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie +I need a bitch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for niggas that’s grindin’ +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit +Grindin’ for all my shit +Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit +I put time into all this shit +Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit +I’m grindin’ for all my shit +Perfect timing with all my shit +I’m grindin’ for all my shit + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +The feds be spying on all of us nigga +These hoes be lying to all of us nigga +I got news for the monogamous niggas +Yo' bitch fucking anonymous niggas +I done seen it all my nigga +'Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggas +'Cause what’s the hottest shit on these corners? +That’s me and all my niggas +Grind for all this shit, I ain’t ever fall for that bitch +'Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird +Is like a medicine ball to that bitch +We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch +And you know what's stashed in that bitch +These niggas walk around with they chests out +Like Janet Jackson and shit +I’m sweatin’ grindin’ this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch +Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven +Ain’t got time to bond with no bitch +Heard Jay Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit? +The weed sticky, grind that shit +Where I got it from? Nevermind that shit +Nigga, I'm grindin' +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit +Grindin’ for all my shit +Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit +I put time into all this shit +Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit +I’m grindin’ for all my shit +Perfect timing with all my shit +I’m grindin’ for all my shit + +[Verse 3: Drake & Lil Wayne] +Yeah +I got a new vision for all my shit (for all my) +I don’t know what to call that shit (don’t know what to call it) +I know, I’m selling all of my cars +I’m selling all of my watches +I’m selling diamonds and all of that shit +Realized I don’t need that shit (don’t need it) +I’m a different breed with this shit (yeah) +I’m tryna turn M’s to B’s in this bitch (yeah) +And I ain’t ever pay to be with no bitch (woo!) +I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed +Fifty mill' in one room (huh?) +You, you could ask anyone out here who running the game? +And they’ll tell you the truth, man, they tell you (and they tell you) +Oh look, they fuck with me now (hey) +I think they’re hearin' me now (yeah) +Someone said, "Nigga, they takin' you seriously now" +I’m like, "I think they just might be scared of me now" (might be scared of me now) +But it’s all good, niggas wrong every day (every day), niggas wrong every day (true) +Gone, goin' to LA where I’m tryna get high and do a song every day +Safe, we ain’t ever have to play it safe (nope) +I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe +Then peek inside the safe and see I’m runnin' out of space +Mothafucka, that’s grindin' +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit +Grindin’ for all my shit +Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit +I put time into all this shit +Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit +I’m grindin’ for all my shit +Perfect timing with all my shit +I’m grindin’ for all my shit + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +(Grindin’, grindin’) Perfect timing +(Grindin’, grindin’) +(Grindin’, grindin’) +I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe +Then peek inside the safe and say I’m running out of space +Believe that + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Scoob, find another oo-wop +Tell them niggas cool out +'Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out +Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out +Moms pick the suit out +Top floor, window he get threw out +Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out +Flying out the crew out, they flew out +Invite 'em to my new house, my new house +I’m fucking every night up in my new house +'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin’ +I’m fucking every night up in my new house +'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin’ +I’m fucking every night up in my new house +'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I’m grindin’ + +[Outro] +Twap, twap! +Twap, twap! +In the new house, we got the twap208EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +It’s Good[Intro: John Miles] +You who are rich and whose troubles are few +May come around to see my point of view +What price the crown of a king on his throne +When you’re chained in the dark all alone? + +[Verse 1: Jadakiss] +I’m real as they come, I follow the rules +I’m still in the hood but I probably should move +Made enough money, I don’t fuck around +I just felt they needed me so I stuck around +Feds got my man, shit is real son +'Cause my godson just became my real son +Think life is a game but all you get is a turn +You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn +Kush in the air, I’m pushin' the gears +Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear +If it ain't right, I don’t sign the deal +Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill +Gasoline, propane +Ain't no salary cap in the dope game +Ain't no collective bargainin' on cocaine +So in other words, nigga, do your thing + +[Verse 2: Drake] +Mind in one place, heart in another +Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you niggas +Who don't have your heart in your rap shit +And got too fuckin' comfy +'Cause we still fuckin' hungry, Young Money, got the munchies +Faded, fuckin' faded, aw yeah I'm fuckin' faded +They tellin’ lies about me, aw yeah, I must've made it +Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol +But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole +Three visits later, I went and did it major +So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator +Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out +And then November came, they let my nigga out +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Uh, stop playin', I ain't with that bullshit +Niggas act like bitches, Sheneneh, oh my goodness +This is Wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists +Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish you would bitch +Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder +Two Glock .40′s, nigga you got 80 problems +Swimmin’ in the money, I'ma need some fuckin' goggles +It's better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em +I just came home, shit done got real, ho +Lil' Weezyana, the boot nigga, steel toe +I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal ho +I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal +Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money +Kidnap your bitch, get that "how-much-you-love-your-lady" money +I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga +I’ll take you out, that’s a date nigga +I'm a grown-ass Blood, stop playin' with me +Play asshole and get an ass whippin’ +I think you pussy cat, ha, Hello Kitty +I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin +I lay 'em down, Tempurpedic +This shits a game of chess, you niggas think it's cleavage +Its Young Money, yeah, tis the season +I give you the business, bitch this a business meetin' +My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy +Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija +Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot +Potato on the barrel, pop-pop-potato salad16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How to Hate[Produced by Andrew Lloyd and Young Fyre] + +[Verse 1: T-Pain] +She owes me everything and she knows it +I've seen all the scenes in this movie, and she blows it at the end +She keeps talking to me, cause she knows that I'm a friend +But I can't keep hearing it over and over again +I was the one that you came to +When you broke up with your boyfriend, man, fuck him +Girl I was the one, that told you fuck them other niggas +And you still went and fucked them other niggas +Most people learn from the bad things +I hope that you learn and don't crash and burn in the fast lane +But if you read this letter then you caught me +This should explain all the ways that you taught me + +[Hook: T-Pain] +How to hate a bitch that owe you everything +At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things +So don't you call me talking bout them other fools +I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool +If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen +I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +And I don't love them hoes +But don't fuck up with Wayne cause when it "Waynes" it pours +No really, I'm on my "fuck that bitch" shit +You used to be the shit, but now you ain't shit, bitch +I had a red bone, but she be tripping though +All that bullshit is for the birds, she was pigeon toed +She used to always say, fuck my niggas +And when I went to jail, she fucked my niggas +Well, I guess I'm single for the night +And you can sit right on my middle finger for the night +And if I sound mad, then you caught me +But this shit explains that you're the one that taught me +[Hook: T-Pain] +How to hate a bitch that owe you everything +At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things +So don't you call me talking bout them other fools +I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool +If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen +I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Coconut Ciroc +Forgive and forget, bitch I already forgot +I'm over the bitch, and she over the top +They say love is the key, somebody changed the lock +Well, and I wish I never met ya +And I heard you're doing you, and you heard I'm doing better +And all I had to do was put two and two together +But that just makes four, but not forever, damn +So much for being the perfect couple +I put in overtime, I was working doubles +I wish you the best, good luck boo +Weezy F, for "Fuck you" + +[Bridge: T-Pain] +No ain't nothing going on +Girl I'm moving on, just take your ass home +Get away from here girl, I'm so glad you're gone +This is the last song I'm writing for you +Now I see how you can be +I don't want you 'round me all you do is down me girl +How many years I tried to get ya +Don't even text my phone when it hit ya, cause girl done taught me +[Hook: T-Pain] +How to hate a bitch that owe you everything +At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things +So don't you call me talking bout them other fools +I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool +If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen +I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Good (Dedication 5)[Intro: The Weeknd] +Everything I said I'd do, I did +I'm good, I'm good +Everything I said I'd do, I did + +[Verse 1: The Weeknd] +But baby lets face it, I'm not into dating +I haven't been patient +Ever since I been famous my time has been racing +My motives are basic, this life I've been chasing +These hearts I've been breaking +And these girls I been tasting don't never get naked +They like it in a head lock fuck 'em from behind +Fuck 'em with their clothes on, put it to the side +Feelings to the side like a don do +Get 'em wet, let it slide like a sunroof +Got goals, got dreams, got a hotel-crib +Got niggas that'll die for the prince +Got my city on lock, XO 'til the death +Left town in a coach came back in a jet + +[Bridge: The Weeknd] +I'm good, I'm not living like I did before +I'm good, I'm good, I said I'm good +Everything I said I'd do, I did +I'm good, said I'm good +Oh, I been good +I've been out there puttin' down that work +I'm good, said I'm good, I said I'm good +Everything I said I'd do, I did +I'm good, motherfucker I'm good +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +This is dedicated to everybody who forgot +Forgetful motherfuckers +Remember, don't you remember? +I been good, we good54EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +President Carter[Produced by Angel "Onhel" Aponte and Infamous] +[Intro] +God bless america... +- Carter, are you prepared to take the constitutional oath? +- I am... +- Will you place your left hand on the Bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me, I... + +[Chorus] +President Carter, Pre-President Carter +President Carter, Pre-President Carter +President Carter, Pre-President Carter +President Carter, Pre-President Carter + +[Verse 1] +Sitting on the world, I got life in my hand +So these days I try to think twice when I can +Money on my mind as God as my witness +Love don't live here and it don't even visit +I do this for my Uptown politicians +Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in +Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama missin' +Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama miss 'em +Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms +Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms +Uh, detrimental on any instrumental +I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentals +I'm beneficial, I've been official +I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu +I like my short cake shorter +Ain't no motherfucker harder than +[Chorus] +President Carter, Pre-President Carter +President Carter, Pre-President Carter +President Carter, Pre-President Carter +President Carter, Pre-President Carter + +[Verse 2] +Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances +Your family tree, I will break branches +Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin +Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes +The future is born, put the past in the casket +If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard +Uh, appetite for disaster +I want a full plate then another plate after +Uh, yesterday just died +Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives +When shit get deep I'm never afraid to dive +Let the money pile up until I'm buried alive +Ask who the fuck want it, I bring it to your doorbell +Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale +Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office +I changed the stars on the flag into crosses + +[Interlude] +Amen, so now instead of pledge, we pray, yeah +[Chorus] +President Carter, Pre-President Carter +President Carter, Pre-President Carter +President Carter, Pre-President Carter +President Carter, Pre-President Carter + +[Verse 3] +Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga +I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga +Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga +Reality’s a bitch and I'mma dance with her +140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground +Bitch I'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge +I tried to fuck the world and couldn't even get aroused +I ain't looking for the beef but I ain't seen it in a while +Uh, and we all want world peace +Murder show, I give your ass good seats +Shit, I'm much more than a good speech + +[Outro] +Gorillas in suits +The holy war, the spiritual troops +Fighting over the mythical truth +Drowning in the political soup +They shoot missiles and nukes +Taking out such a pivotal group +The body count is the physical proof +And they thought drugs were killing the youth, [chuckles] +Thank you, thank you all, I am President Carter54EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +CoCo[Intro] +(Juice808) +Look what you made me do +Me! That's who + +[Pre-Chorus] +I'm sorry for the wait, I'm sorry for the wait (Tell 'em, tell 'em!) +Tha Carter gon' be late so I cooked up a tape (Tell 'em!) +The garden's full of snakes so I had to escape +Lil homie gon' be straight, lil homie gon' be straight! +Woo! OW! + +[Chorus 1] +And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +Yeah, and I'm sorry for the wait, too +I told myself to save yourself +'Cause I can't save you (I can't save you) +I send my goons to kill somebody +I need head proof (I need head proof) +Fuck it (fuck it!) This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +I ain't trippin', I got Barbie, I got Drake too (I ain't trippin'!) +I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof (Mula!) +Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table +Boop! + +[Verse 1] +Who kept this shit together? Nigga, me, that's who (nigga, me!) +Who was there when niggas left us? Nigga, me, that's who +Cash Money is an army, I'm a one man army (yeah) +And if them niggas comin' for me, I'm goin' out like Tony +(Bap-bap-bap-bap) +Now I don't want no problems +I just want my money (want my money) +Ain't gotta hold no conversation +Nor my luggage (nor my luggage) +Tell whoever's countin' that I'm on a hundred +Woo, Birdman Junior – more like Ugly Duckling +[Bridge] +Takin' over, now I'm takin' over, yeah (now I'm takin' over) +Think it over? Bitch, I'm thinkin' forward, ta +I'm sippin' lean out a glass, nigga +All I got is Young Money – no more Cash, nigga, ayy! + +[Hook 2] +And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +No more am I my brother's keeper – Cain and Abel +Young Money sharp, I'm still eatin' +I just chipped my tooth (Mula!) +Tell them niggas – no love lost, 'cause I ain't got shit to lose +I told myself to save yourself +'Cause I can't save you (I can't save you) +I send my goons to kill somebody +I need head proof (I need head proof) +I found the needle in the haystack, put the thread through +I tried to stitch the wound back up, but I just bled through + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, it's compensation over conversation (no more conversation) +Lord, I must got blurry vision, a nigga's got two faces (amen) +Lord, this game is a vampire (woo!) +Blood, you gotta protect your neck +It'll suck you dry like raisins, Lord +But fuck that, nigga, got it drawn out +Fuck that nigga, I'ma ball out +The day you met me is the day Hell froze +On the day I left is when it thawed out (ayy!) +I'm still in the buildin' +I just had to knock a couple walls down, had to kick y'all out (ayy) +Life is a movie, but sometimes a nigga get too tired of watchin' +And walk out +[Bridge] +Takin' over, Lord I'm takin' over +Dropped the Sorry 4 The Wait until the wait is over +Sippin' lean out a flask, nigga +And all I do is smoke, fuck, and thrash, nigga, ayy! + +[Hook 3] +And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 (sorry for the wait) +Fuck these haters, throw your board up if you skate too +I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof +Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table +Tunechi – niggas don't appreciate you (don't appreciate you) +You've been down since day one +It meant nothin' on day two (damn) +Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow, and to say, too +But I graduated from that bullshit, now I hate school + +[Outro] +And now I'm takin' over, now I'm takin' over (takin' over) +The old me dead and gone, that's who I'm prayin' over +Might have to go back to slangin' yola 'til the wait is over +If so, then I got bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda...220EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Family Feud[Intro: Drake] +Yeah, Dedication 6, of course +Shout out Guru for sendin' me the beat, too +Young Angel, Young Lion +More Life, no dyin' +Yeah, alright, I got it, yeah + +[Verse 1: Drake] +Super Bowl goals, I'm at the crib with Puff +He got Kaepernick on the phone, he in a whole different mode +Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov +Just to show 'em how I treat the city like my humble abode +Ayy, tell me if TD Bank is approvin' loans +I'm thinkin' of payin' Wayne what Universal owes +My nigga spent a lifetime goin' platinum and gold +He should own half of the label, shit outta control +Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone +I need some ownership if we pressin' go +'Cause business is boomin' on behalf of me +I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve +We gon' have to break the billi' curse +I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse +Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge +Fuck is the point in all the beefin' when we really blood? +Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga +Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude niggas +I make the crib, expandin' pools and expandin' rooms +Addin' Hammam Spas with tannin' booths, nigga +That's truth, no boost, nigga +But this isn't all about callin' truce +I'm still dishin' out verbal abuse +That shit could get re-introduced +If somebody got somethin' they urgin' to prove, nigga +Inspirin' to the youth +New Years Eve, lookin' like a royal flush +Wait, we all in the same suit +I'm Hall of Fame in the booth, nigga +My karma makin' the news, nigga +This pudding taste like the proof, nigga +If I ever see Trump, he better salute niggas +Much as we do, nigga, for real +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Six shit + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I could care less 'bout your squad, I don't connect when I'm flyin' +I'm on a jet and it's mine, I just hope the weather is fine +I took the jet to Dubai, I took the jet to Milan +I took the jet way to Africa, shout out my nigga Akon +Your bitch sweatin' my squad, please get the sweat out her eye +I put the dick in her spine, I fucked the bitch in her prime +Don't get my credit declined, give all the credit to Moms +I flipped the bird at the Bird – hey, what's for dinner? Popeyes +These chickens got bird flu, and they chirp, chirp too +Always sung, never flew, these boys Hot Girls too +If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch +Build a treehouse and knock the bird nest out that bitch +Stuck my neck out and shit, then got the heck out that shit +And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit +Tunechi F 'round this bitch +The best thing left 'round this bitch +All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef 'round this bitch +You call her Stephanie, I call her Steph 'round this bitch +Now back to whippin' the baby on some step mama shit +I come direct with my shit, I come correct with my shit +A blank check on your face, put some respek on my shit +Branches startin' to shake, here comes the leaves, get the rake +I want my piece of the cake, it should be sweeter than cake +Here come the leaves, get the rake, and we ain't leavin' the rake +We made the cleanest escape, although I bleeped in your face +You playin' wit the right one today +Your flag is a white one today +You wearin' em tight ones today +Check me or write one today +You playin' with fire today +The Angel and Lion are greats +Oh my God, lightning strikin' twice in this place +Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place? +All this motherfuckin' beef, I need some rice on this plate +Talked to your wifey today, she feelin' triflin' she say +Talked to the sniper, he say he aimin' at diapers today +Pick you off like pickin' peppers, Peter Piper today +So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice 1 would say +It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today +I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place +You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face +Oh my God, it feel like I done life in this place +But swear to God, I got money doin' life in my safe +Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ +I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face +This for Cita and Nae, this for my people and bae +I got three sons of a gun, them niggas keep me on safe +Hol' up, I am the black god to the church +I am the fat boy to dessert +I am the landlord to the first, got two bangers +One of them go "bada boom," one of them go "bada bing" +I taught these hoes how to love, I taught these boys how to lean +I'm high in the sky and I twinkle +The eyes don't lie 'til you blink 'em +Keep the iron for the wrinkles +The mansion came with the sprinklers +I want Arabian wealth +You snakes come make me a belt +Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playin' yourselves, damn +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +That's some six shit +Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want Arabian wealth +You snakes come make me a belt +It's every man for themselves, it's every baby for sale +And you know life is a movie, you niggas ratin' yourself +I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourself +That's some six shit26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wowzers[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Soulja Boy on the beat +Ayy! + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Lay on the bed, open that twat +I French kiss that pussy, like muah +Sit on my face, M-U-A-H +Before I eat that pussy, I say my grace +Girl I'm nastier than him, I don't know why you still with him +Beat that pussy, go to sleep, she got that Tylenol P.M +Fuck that bitch until she tired, 'til she tired like a rim +Give her head like a brim, it tastes good, M-M-M +Pussy monster in her closet, full of surprises +I give full body massages, I hope that pussy smell like a violet +I hope that pussy warmer than luke and sweet as Godiva +Suck this dick and swallow that nut and call it Penis colada +Lift up that mini-skirt, that's my dinner desert +She fell in love with the Martian, I said you too down to Earth +Man, these hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change +This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +Down here waiting for her to come like payday +Hoping this juice is sweeter than baked cake +She say it's for Tunechi, she lie with a straight face +But I'm trying to eat healthier, so I ate a veggie +Sucked on that pussy, I feel better already +She say "Tunechi go slower" and Tunechi went faster +My tongue is a motor, my dick is a NASCAR +Whipped cream on that pussy, dickhead like a bullet +If her hair real I'mma pull it, hope that ass feel like a cushion +I give her wood when he wouldn't? I hope that pussy tastes like pudding +And I get that ho the boot, hold up, let me put my foot in (Tunechi) +Got a sweet tooth, candy yam pussy +I'mma leave that ass smoking like a Amsterdam tourist man +These hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change +This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range + +[Hook:] +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! +[Verse 3: Trina] +Lay on that bed, open your mouth +This pussy so clean like soap in your mouth +I do my lil' dance, he scoping me out +If that dick like a tree watch me build a treehouse +Ok, the baddest bitch in this bitch, got the fattest clique in this bitch +You might drown, you better start doggy paddling in this bitch +I'm Trin, B nigga? Queen nigga, sleep in this pussy, dream nigga +I stay on that dick like a fucking balance beam nigga +Hair pull, neck grab, don't fuck with hoes that backstab +Don't fuck with niggas that ain't got shit, if I fucked a nigga then that's my dick +My mouth a jacuzzi, my pussy a safe place +Fuck me 'til daybreak, then you can go skate, Trina14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Single[Verse 1] +Camo shorts and Bubba Kush +We can talk she'd rather fuss +This and that 'bout such and such +Damn, where is the fucking trust +I'm tired of the hoop and hollering +I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins +Then take a female to the Island +Then take her clothes off and do the honors +Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches +Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business +Shit she probably out here fucking niggas +I'm fucking her friends +Now her friends ain't even fucking with her +Damn, she text me all day and night +So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right +I text her back, and tell her it's life +Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I'm single +Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino +I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me +And I'm single, yeah, I'm single +And I'm single, tonight I'm single +And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight +[Verse 2] +Dreads braided to the back +I'm chilling but my swag on full attack +And my girl acting like a brat +So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back +She hate it when I do that shit +And when I get home she go through my shit +She call numbers back to see who that is +Man I hate it when she do that shit +Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers +Now make me take this Polo off +Girl you can get broken off +Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off +Swimming trunks and bathing suits +Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth +Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight +Man somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I'm single +Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino +I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me +And I'm single, yeah, I'm single +And I'm single, tonight I'm single +And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight +[Verse 3] +Now she got on her fuck 'em dress +And I got on my double-breast +And he been fussing all day with her +And I make her feel special like a place kicker +She wanna be Weezy F Baby-sitter +Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her +I say hold up +She say she just playing +Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand +Hot sex and cold wine +She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line +I cut my phones off, both lines +It's about to get nasty, pork rinds +She came hard, both times +We both say we single, and we both lying +We both wrong, but it feel right +Put your hands up if you single for the night + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I'm single +Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino +I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me +And I'm single, yeah, I'm single +And I'm single, tonight I'm single +And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight +[Outro] +If you're single, put your hands up +If you're single, put your hands up +If you're single, put your- +If you're single tonight +If you're single, put your hands up +If you're single, put your hands up +If you're single +If you're single tonight28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let It All Work Out[Intro: Sampha & Lil Wayne] +Let it all work out, let it all work out +Let it all work out, let it all work out +Let it all work out, let it all work out +Let it all work out, let it all work out +Work out, yeah +I'm in this bitch +Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch +But now I’m in this bitch +Yeah, I'm in this bitch + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi, you a genius +Looked in the mirror said +"Don't let the money come between us" +I’m loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience +But fuck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers +I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers +Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color +And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder +The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble +Real shit, nigga, my candle still lit +Had to swallow my pride, though, swear it tastes like spearmint +Big up to my nigga with a strap on 'em +I never turn my back on ’em +’Cause nigga act like they cool with ya +But a lot of these niggas be transformers +A lot of these players be bench-warmers +The game ain't easy, but it’s fair, nigga +I'mma sit in this throne so long +'Til it's a fucking rocking chair, nigga +Bad bitch play with my hair, nigga +Said, "Relax, Tune, baby don’t stress out" +But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though +She said, "Let that shit work itself out" +"Let that shit work itself out" +[Interlude 1: Lil Wayne & Sampha] +C5 +Yeah, back in this bitch +Tune you left this bitch +Like you knew this bitch was gon' let your ass back in this bitch +Let it all work out, let it all work out +But ain't nobody else like you in this bitch +Let it all work out, let it all work out +Let it all work out +Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Cita, you a psychic +'Cause you said there be days like this +They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices +Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers +Real shit, pussy niggas on that guilt trip +It'll be on in a heartbeat +You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip +I fear God, never fear men +Give back, never give in +Beat odds, never beat women +Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it +Reach highs, never reach limits +Need minds, I don't need plenty +This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz +When I seen Chilli at the Floyd fight +I almost asked her to creep with me +But I was young, and I held my tongue +But with that tongue, I just keep spitting +So it all worked out +[Interlude 2: Lil Wayne & Sampha] +And now I'm in this bitch +And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long" +I never change, you know I been this bitch +And then she said, "Let it all work out" +"Let it all work out, let it all work out" (Yeah) +"Let it all work out, let it all work out" + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi, you a monster +Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya +I'm lookin' for that big, old smile, full of diamonds +Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin' +It read, "I'm sorry for even apologizing" +I tried, compromising and went kamikaze +I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it +I cry, put it to my head and thought about it +Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie +Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pondered +Too much was on my conscience to be smart about it +Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding +I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me +It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying +God came to my side and we talked about it +He sold me another life and he made a prophet +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Sampha & Jacida Carter] +Yeah, and he said +"Let it all work out" (Yeah) +"Let it all work out" +(I'm still in this bitch) +"Let it all work out" +(Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch) +"Let it all work out" +Let it all work out (Phew) +"Let it all work out" +(But he said, "Remember this:") +"Let it all work out" +"Let it all work out" +("Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch") +"Let it all work out" (Yeah) +"Let it all work out" +("And don't forget what I did this, bitch") +"Let it all work out" +("Can't even remember when I didn't, bitch") +"Let it all—" +"Let it all work out" (Yeah) +"Let it all work out" +("Now I'm out this bitch") +"Let it all work out" +("I'm out this bitch") +"Let it all—" +("And it all worked out") +Love you, Dwayne22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pussy Money Weed[Intro] +Oh yes I love her like... + +[Verse 1] +Oh yes I love her, like Egyptian +Want a description? +Her body's sickenin' +I can be her prescription +I can be her physician +Sexual healing +I can be her religion +And now she's kneeling +Praying to the ceiling +I bless her +As if she sneezed +Must be the weather +I dress her +I am her sleeves +I am her feathers +She's fly, flyer than you +Flyer than me +I love her, she loves me too +I love her three – +Times more than her mom +Time will tell that I'm the nigga that +She should +We should +Be wherever she wanna be +On a late night, midday, A,M +Just say when +And I know I be with cavemen +But nevermind them +She's Poison and I am Michael Bivins +See I know that y'all don't hear me +But she does +We does +What grown folk do +When they had too much to drink, and I think +We done had to much to drink, and +[Chorus] +Oh yes I love her like; Pussy, Money, Weed +Pussy, Money, Weed; Pussy, Money, Weed + +[Verse 2] +Oh yes, I love her like I oughta +I see you at the altar +Mrs. Carter +I see you with my daughter +Or son +More than one +Maybe Five, like the Jacksons +Or John Paxson +Just don't let 'em fuck up the mansion +And daddy will be home +Later on +Smellin' like the cologne +That I put on +This morn' +And I hope +That you smell like woman's soap +And shampoo, and lotion, and perfume, and candles +And I'ma run through that pussy like a vandal +Yes, I'm nasty as a Scorpio, but I'm a lucky Libra +Got her wet like she's sweatin' out a fever +Wow +Leave her +To me and she'll be smiling +Every single time you see her +From ear-to-ear +I want to be beside her when she sleep as she lay +Or we can stay awake and watch the next day +Clothes are overrated +Panties are debated +Einstein; her head is the greatest +[Chorus] +Oh yes I love her like; Pussy, Money, Weed +Pussy, Money, Weed; Pussy, Money, Weed + +[Verse 3] +Oh yes I love her like her dad told her +No man +Would ever love her +Oh, and +I better be the only man +Stickin' it +Lickin' it like an envelope +Mailin' it, sealin' it, read it +I have written down Victoria's Secret +Don't tell nobody +Don't share your body with nobody +Not even a finger +I will cut it off and let him keep it +That ass for Weezy, baby +And at my station +We have sex orientation +When I hit it she squint like them Orient Asians +I do me +I say, "Hey Ms. Chun Li, I like to see your booty +Roll, like sushi" +I'm tryna dip my celery up in her bleu cheese +"Ahs", "Ooh-wees" +"Voilas", "Tah-das" +"Mhmms", "Uhh-huhs" +"Oh-yeahs", never "Oh-nos" +Until I have to go +And then it's: "Never! Oh, no" +I tell her, "Don't cry +I be back like the electric bill" +And when she's butt-naked, she's dressed to kill37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dark Side of the Moon[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +As I wipe the stars off the windows on my space ship +Call out the spirits in my basement +Crawl out the center of the snake pit +And fall into the middle of her greatness +Fireballs reflect off the frames of the pictures +She's not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers +But take her for a walk on the moon she wear her slippers +The end of the world is coming soon, I’ma miss it +The sky is falling down, I am falling for her quicker +We hide amongst the clouds, then we pardon the enigma +High above the ground but I'm under her charisma +Her sound is in surround when I'm in her solar system +The quiet calms my quasars, the eclipse is eclipsin’ +My astronaut helmet kinda shifted, full of lipstick +Planet of the aches, and she is my prescription +We out of this world, baby, we have been evicted +[Chorus: Lil Wayne / Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj] +Intergalactical love +The sky is falling, intergalactical, intergalactical love +And I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you +On the dark side of the moon +Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you +On the dark side of the moon +And if you happen to get there before me +Leave a message in the dust just for me +If I don't see it I'll be waiting for you +On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] +Open up the curtains +Window-watchin', people killin', robbin’ +The sky is fallin’, fallin' down +I turn into news, and this is the apocalypse +People livin’ on their rocket ships +My mama always told me that there would be no stoppin' this +Fireball reflections on the friends and the pictures in my room +Of I and you +Tell me, will I see you soon? +Meet you on the moon? + +[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & (Lil Wayne) / Both] +Intergalactic love +The sky is falling, falling down +I'll be waiting for you, for you, for you +On the dark side of the moon +I'll be waiting, I’ll be waiting for you +On the dark side of the moon +And if you happen to get there before me +Leave a message in the dust just for me +If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you +On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you +On the dark side of the moon +And if you happen to get there before me +Leave a message in the dust just for me +If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you +On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Intergalactical love +The sky is falling, intergalactic, intergalactical love +And I'll be waiting for you (for you, for you) +On the dark side of the moon +Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you +On the dark side of the moon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Typa Way[Intro: Lil Wayne] +My niggas been stuntin' since way back when +CNN, I got news for you haters +I'm a nasty ass nigga, ask your bitch, I ain't lying +69, that's a favor for a favor + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Them hoes bitin' they lip, cause when I say shit like that she feel some type of way +I hit it from the front, from the side, from the back, I hit it all type of ways +She throw it at me like I'm just one strike away +Sometimes life is hard to swallow, but she like to taste +Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding my lawyer fight the case +I got them flowers in me, I feel like a vase +Monsters in my closet no more closet space +Niggas want to be this fly, too many flights to take + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Enough with the small talk, my girl pussy is a water-park +Every little thing I do turn her on; that's autostart +I kiss every single body part, her body is a work of art +I'm way too high, her skirt too short, I think I love her, it was just a thought +I pop up in that coupe 'bout to go back to the future +And she said, "Tune, not in my mouth," damn you should've said it sooner +I be shittin' on these niggas, like I'm sippin' Metamucil +And we smokin' on that gas, pass it like "excuse you" +And it's 6-6-2's Piru all day, my nigga +Before these niggas play with us, they'll play dead, my nigga +And if you lookin' for me, I'll be on these bitches' mind +These niggas chicken and I've never seen a chicken fly +My bitch been fussin' at me about nothin' +Ain't no tellin' what she'd do if I replace her +Like bae, I'm straight, there's plenty fish and I'm bait +We can't even have a decent conversation +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I pop the seal on my sip and she be like, "See, you gon' drink your life away" +Bitch it's my life, my life, my life shout out Mary J +And tell them boys that beef tastes like a slice of cake +And old folks get shot too, they write down license plates +I hope that ho don't call sayin' her cycle late +All this fucking gotta stop, but I need tighter brakes +And don't run from this dick girl, I don't like to chase +I wax that ass, she make that Mr. Miyagi face +And she ain't all that pretty, but I like her shape +They say numbers don't lie, she shaped like a 8 +She say she ain't no dyke, but she gon' dyke today +It's curtains for these niggas I feel like some drapes. +We turnt up niggas, burnt up, stop the microwave +This shit might cost us our life, but that's the price we pay +I'm hotter than the peppers Peter Piper ate +This that Dedication 5, whattup 5? + +[Verse 3: T.I.] +Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man! +Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it +Anything we'll do for the paper +And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't +Got nothin' but a tool for a hater (Spent 100K on my wrist nigga!) +This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!) +Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!) +The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way (They can't afford this nigga!) +The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!) +This type of way, know you feel some type of way (Hustle Gang my nigga!) +That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin' that's all I can say (G.D.O.D!) +My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'mma drive today (Hustle Gang my nigga!) +We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way +I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day +When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay +You know me dog, so watch what you say (You better watch your mouth!) +We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today (I swear you can!) +I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner (My Glock, partner!) +Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner (Get shot partner!) +I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas +Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch me nigga! (Won't touch me niggas!) +Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft? Well then why don’t you try me +If you really gon' be dramatic, we gon' to need some music, they queuein' the violin +I'm talking slow singing, flower bringing +Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door +This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way (I know it do!) +Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way (I take your ho!) +The car I’m driving make you feel some type of way (They can’t afford this nigga!) +The cash I get it make you feel some type of way (Bankrolls-R-Us!)44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Feel Like Dying[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne] +Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) +Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Heheh, C3, hello) +Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, hello) +Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Get lifted) +Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, I get lifted) +Yeah, yeah, so get lifted, yeah +Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, haha) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Karma] +I am sittin' on the clouds +I got smoke coming from my seat +I can play basketball with the moon +I got the whole world at my feet +Playin' touch football on Marijuana Street +Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats +Get high, so high +That I feel like lying +Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me +'Cause (I feel like dying) hahaha + +[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne] +Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah) +Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Only once the drugs are done (Haha, yeah) +Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Hahahaha) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Karma] +Swimmin' laps around a bottle of Louis the XIII +Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of codeine +I'm at the top of the top, but, still I climb +And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine +Pop, pop +I feel like flying +Then I feel like frying +Then (I feel like dying) + +[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne] +Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) +Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Psst!) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Karma] +I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars +I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars +I have just boarded a plane without a pilot +And violets are blue, roses are red +Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead +Wish I could give you this feeling +I feel like buying +And if my dealer don't have no more +Then (I feel like dying) yeah +[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne] +Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) +Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Turn On the Lights[Verse 1] +Remix +We fall asleep naked, we wake up naked +You know what that means, pussy for breakfast +And I know how she likes it, I'm a psychic +I eat it then I go back to sleep, that's that "itis" +And she be by herself she a loner +Trukfit, I'm the owner +I make her moan, call her Mona +I'd have a threesome if they cloned her +And me I'm purple kush forever +I'm purple drank forever +That dick make her feel retarded +She say I make her feel special +When I ain't thinking 'bout them other hoes +Ever since you put that pussy on me +I told her put that pussy on me right +And I'mma change your life +And don't sit on top of this dick if you're scared of heights + +[Hook V.1] +And shawty be like +This pussy for you +I ask her is it true? And she say like a horseshoe +She got that nigga name covered that's a war wound +She lay me on my back and ride this dick like "vroom" +Then I turn on the lights, yeah +And look in her eyes +Girl that pussy too tight +You need a pussy massage +She got a body like a mermaid +She a plus, first aid +They ask me what’s her race and I say first place +Tunechi +Tell her I skate +And shawty down to earth but bitch I need my space +And she gon' ride this dick, I had a long day +She say cum anywhere you want, I give her Santa Clause face +We gon' turn up tonight +[Verse 2] +That pussy feel new +But we been fucking way before I went to Rikers Island +And now she got a man I think he gayer than a stylist +I wish we were both single like a couple dollars +And when we get together she be on that Miley Cyrus +So we eat each other up, like some Somalians +She know I got a girl but she keep this shit a thousand +Whenever we together she don't ever ask about her + +[Hook V.2] +She just be like +This pussy for you +I say come and eat this bone and stop eating dog food +And she got that nigga name covered that's a war wound +And she lay me on my back and then she blow me like boom +Then I turn on the lights, yeah +Then look in her eyes +Girl that pussy too tight, you need a pussy massage +She got a body like a mermaid, she a plus, first aid +I put her in her place and that's first place +Tunechi +Tell her I skate +I ain't got no worries, no Frank Ocean I'm straight +Tunechi, tell 'em I'm straight +Tunechi +Haaa12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Song[Produced by Cam, Nate Fox, and Peter Cottontale] + +[Intro: DJ Drama] +Shout to Chi-Town! +Dedication 5! +Since '05! +Know that! +[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] +You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass with your fine ass +You fine as two grapes gettin' stomped out by a giant cask +You the best dressed with your breasts showing +Like a salad, no dressing, take you to your favorite restaurant +Ask for the bread, then fuck in the restroom +They don't ask for a pass when your ass waltz in my dress room +You the best bride and I'm the best groom +Wedding presents got my best man at the Best Buy +Buyin' the Best of Fresh Prince for the bedroom +And I'ma buy a summer house, with a rec room +And a car with no backseat and some leg room +And some strawberries and some chocolate +And a fridge and some broccoli +'Cause I know you like vegetables even though I don't +I won't say I won't eat it if you chef it +Fuck it, I'll hire Geoffrey to get a beverage if you should ever get parched +You feel like Ruby Dee to me, great and powerful Ossie +Who's behind the man behind the curtain? Foxy, coffee +Brown as the bosom I flew in on +Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on +Lips full like the light on the dash was flickin', oh wait, it wasn't +Oh, and I forgot, I'll take a microwave or oven +So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin +Maybe bake a dozen +My homeboy like your sister, maybe they can bake some cousins +Ooh, isn't that sweet? +You feel like Kool-Aid in a wine glass +[Hook: Chance the Rapper] +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Give you the world if it was for me +My diamond grill make it hard to see, I'm lying through my teeth +And now I'm flying on my PJ, looking at the clouds +Thinking about yo ass and how it look like a big smile +I get mental flashbacks of your ass crack, lemme get back on track +You say I act like I don't miss you, that's because I don't act +But anyway, we can role-play or get straight to it +Sorry, my mind in the gutter—better yet, sewer +And when you say I love you, I stutter, "I-I love you too" +It's Wayne's world, she say, "What is this world coming to?" +And she know me and whoever together, she hope we comin' loose +She told me that if she ain't the one, she gon' throw up the deuce +I laughed at her, we took a bath together and splashed each other +Then she got serious and said, "Tune I gotta ask you something +Do you really love me?" I tried to change the subject +So I said some crazy shit to her like +"What if you and I were just letters? +That'd be unfortunate, we'd have to rob a fortune teller +But I swear, I think I love you, fingers crossed in my pocket +Okay, that's a dead subject, you bring it up, that's a zombie +You remind me of... my memory ain't what it used to be" +She said she ain't trippin', I know, because I move my feet +And when she figure out that she been swindled +I'll be cleaning that love bird shit off of my window +I-I love you too... +[Hook: Chance the Rapper] +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you +This is not a love song, this is a you song +I just happen to love you + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I mean how many times +How many times I gotta +How many times I gotta say it for it to count? +Are you counting? +I loved the pictures +I needed that, I swear I did +I was just thinking about you when you sent them too +You don't believe me? I know +D5, what up 5? +I-I love you too...I do59EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mercy[Intro: Nicki Minaj] +Ooh, God bless, no man cyahn curse +So on to soundboydem +Pussy'ole gyaldem +I [?] dem a-come for the crown +Nah +Kyuh! + +[Hook: Sample, DJ Drama & Nicki Minaj] +O-O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty +I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to jerk me +Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty +I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna to jerk me (A Dedication!) +Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money) +Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) +I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl +She tryna jerk me (Young Money) +Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Young Money) +Your chick, she so thirsty (Young Money) +I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Young Money) with your girl +She tryna jerk me (Young Money) + +[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] +Drop it to the floor, make that dick shake +My homegirls slurp it like a milkshake +All you niggas want some Nic' cake +If you eat ass, I got a thick plate +Wee-zay, Wee-zay, don't we do this very easy? +I came from Trinidad on a temporary vis-ayy +Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches +I fuck a bitch over like I'm sexing bitches +Tic-tac-toe, then I put the X on bitches +Point game, I score, who's next, you bitches? +'Cause all you niggas fake and all you niggas broke +So all you niggas—fuck you; all you niggas choke +'Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes +So all you niggas toast 'cause all y'all deep throat, word +F—Fuck your Lambo, f—fuck your Murc' +I got more money i—in in my fucking purse +C—Court side, you in the C Section +I'm with them Bloods, you— you with the C Section +In Malibu I'm by the sea section +And all these bitches is my sons, yeah, C-section +I'm a Republican voting for Mitt Romney +You lazy bitches is fucking up the econ'my +Out in Miami, I be chilling with a zombie +Diablo, Alejandro, dímelo, Gandhi +[Hook] +Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve) +I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) with your girl, she tryna jerk me +Okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve), your chick she so thirsty (Swerve) +I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl (Swerve), she tryna jerk me (Swerve) + +[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean] +Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) +And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) +It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve) +And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) +It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve) +Which is the champion sound (Swerve) +Believe, believe (Swerve) +Believe, believe (Swerve) + +[Bridge: Fuzzy Jones] +Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' +And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall +And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums +Cuh when time it comes to my sound +Which is the champion sound +The bugle has blown fi many times +And it still have one more time left +Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ugh! I'm the shit—turn your nose up +I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus +I do some bad bitches on my private jet +If them bitches ain't fucking, give them parachutes +Walked up to a redbone like I'm the shit +Told her, "Give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch" +Yeah, skate rebel, gun at my waist level +Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O +I don't do pussy niggas but get the most pussy, nigga +I'm popping Percs, I'm sipping lean, smoking pot like cooking dinner +My homie T roll up my blunt, skinnier than Rex Ryan +I'm counting money, I'm smoking plants, call that shit "math and science" +Now suck dick, Trukfit, snapback on your dog ass +These niggas broke like Mr. Glass, they don't want none, Sister Act +It's Young Money, you bitch, you; my weed louder than pimp suits +Your bitch swallow my pimp juice, her pussy wetter than swim suits +Swish! Michael... Phelps, nigga, in your ho +Coupe the color of YooHoo; rude boy—free Buju +Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas? I been balling since '98 +Fuck y'all I'd rather skate, shoot you up in your database +I fell in love with drop-tops, I fell in love with shotguns +Our guns bigger than cop guns; y'all ain't spitting, dry tongue +I like wet pussy, she like hard dick, hard head make her soft fast +Tatted up from head to toe, guess you can call me a mark-man +Wayne soaring, all my whores is whoring +All you rappers is boring, Trukfit hat and some Jordans, ugh! +[Hook] +Lamborghini Murci' (Syrup), your chick she so thirsty (Syrup) +I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Syrup) girl, she tryna jerk me (Haha, yeah) +Okay, Lamborghini Murci' (Tunechi, bitch), your chick she so thirsty +I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl (Dedication 4), she tryna jerk me (Ho) + +[Outro: Fuzzy Jones & Lil Wayne] +Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Syrup) +And a gnashin' of teeth (Syrup) +It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Fuck them hoes, nigga) +And a gnashin' of teeth (Pause) +It is a—when it comes to my sound (Syrup) +Which is the champion sound (Yeah, syrup) +Believe, believe (Lean, we the shit) +Believe, believe (Lean, syrup) +Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' +And a gnashin' of teeth +It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Millzy, baby) +And a gnashin' of teeth +It is a—when it comes to my sound +Which is the champion sound (Shout-out my niggas on the island) +Believe, believe +Believe, believe (One)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trigger Finger[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I ain't lookin' back, nigga +I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas +Hammer in my drawers but I nail your bitch +Blunts like fingers, I'm 'bout to make a fist +Everybody die, gon' bury me alive +Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside +Glock clip full like the moon in the sky +I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire +Life ain't shit but bitches and money +I pass that weed, like I studied +Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix +Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic +You tied to the track of my train of thoughts +And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks +And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei +And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape +Tools on deck, tattoos on necks +Life is a bitch, I'll make her your ex +Better turn to God 'fore I turn to Godzilla +How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea +Motherfucker it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong +Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone +I'll have a broke motherfucker run in your home +For a crumb and a bone +And put — +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +One in ya dome +One in ya dome, one in ya dome +One in ya dome, one in ya dome +One in ya dome, one in ya dome +One in ya dome, one in ya dome +Empty stomach, full clip +I'm gon' get it, gon' get it +Empty stomach, full clip +I'm gon' get it, gon' get it +My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' +My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' +My trigger finger itching, nigga + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I don't like to dream about gettin' paid +You ain't gon hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play +Ain't nothin' sweet but the codeine, nigga +Eyes hella red like chlorine in 'em +I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money +Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan +Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step +Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights make a left +The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves +I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words +If she don't suck dick I don't give her that dick +Got the world in my hands, I'mma dribble that bitch +Money is the issue, full court pressure +I like my blunt Nutty Professor +I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver +Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival +I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends +But never too rich for new money +These niggas buying Haterade by the twelve pack +Like two stomachs +I'm laced up like two shoes, Miss Goody +Keep that ratchet, nigga +Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch it, nigga +Blow your fuckin' brains out in traffic, nigga +Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick, nigga +One bitch in the whip, one on the phone +The one on the phone is in front of your home +She 'bout to run in your home and put — +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +One in ya dome, one in ya dome +One in ya dome, one in ya dome +One in ya dome, one in ya dome +One in ya dome, one in ya dome +Empty stomach, full clip +I'm gon' get it, gon' get it +Empty stomach, full clip +I'm gon' get it, gon' get it +My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' +My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin' +My trigger finger itchin' +Nigga + +[Verse 3: Soulja Boy] +Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm fresh to death +Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill they self +Make your death wish, 'cause I'm too fresh +'Cause I'm fresh to death, 'cause I'm fresh to death +You go broke tryna get fresh like this +Rest in peace to the game 'cause I killed it +I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death +What you talkin', I came out a coffin +Yeah + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +I just can't see myself +Living in a house of mirrors +I bought me a double-R +'Cause I went from rags to riches +And these niggas nag like bitches +Actin' like little fags like Richard +And all of my bitches be bad as vision +You got a problem +I can fix it like a mathematician +I am-munition +Call me ammo for short +Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts +Your girl is a freak, your man is a narc +With your son in your arms +I'll put — +One in your dome +Tunechi21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nightmares of the Bottom[Verse 1] +Sleeping at the top, nightmares of the bottom +Everybody wanna be fly until you swat ‘em +But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin' roses +We in the same picture but we all got different poses +Now I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it +I try to slow down, and I get rear-ended +Pause, like a red light, I’m dead right +Highway to Heaven, God, do you see my headlights? +They say you don’t know what you’re doing 'til you stop doing it +Well, call me clueless 'cause I do this +Attention all shooters: I’m a shooting star +Life is a course, and I'ma shoot for par +Searching for today, instead I found tomorrow +And I put that shit right back, man, I’ll see what I find tomorrow +Young Money, CMR, Blood like a scar +Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain't for "Flaw" + +[Interlude] +Uh, uh +Yep, yep +Yep, yep + +[Verse 2] +It's like I have it all, but I don't have to worry +Married to the money, a true love story +Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury +Nothing standing in my way like nothing's my security +Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me +If I knew I was going to jail, I would have fucked my attorney +If you sleeping on me, nigga, then I hope you toss and turnin' +I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask your bitch, she will confirm it, yeah +Now what we doin' with it? +Keep opening your grill, I'm barbecuin' with it +I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwin' with it +Some say this game is a joke, well I hope they get it +Okay, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point +Yeah, the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice +I'm a gangsta by choice, I hope my sons choose wiser +And don't call me "Sir," call me "Survivor" +[Interlude] +Uh, yeah +Uh, haha +And they go "yep, yep" +Yep, yep + +[Verse 3] +Uh, call me "Killer" 'cause I make a killin' +I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon +That's them twin Glocks, you can call them siblings +And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin' +I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails +These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell +But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell +I let them be, 'cause you know how the sting’ll feel +Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail +And I fuck up any track: train derail +Know how to roll, never need training wheels +And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills +Uh, all or nothing or nothing else +I bleed reality, I should cut myself +Just had a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth +And the "F" is for "Fuck yourself" + +[Outro] +Uhh, yeah +And I ain’t doing nothing but getting my share, breathin' this air +And Mack moms told me she gon' keep me in her prayers +So I’m feeling alright, I’m tryna stay aware +And if you wanna trip, then I'ma meet you there +To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair +Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer +I’m trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear +Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain’t for "Fear," uh37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Open Letter[Intro] +Ah-em + +[Verse 1] +Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit +Sometimes a nigga feel like shit +Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit +So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it +I just hope I die for a reason +They probably won't miss me ’til they need me +Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord +I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit +Way too concerned to be conceited +I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord +Die tryna reach 'em +They care more about how much I leave than +Where I leave it +I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids +To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord +Just got off the phone with my son +Told him, "You're a son of a gun" +Just got off the phone with my daughter +Told her, "I won’t hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord +A few bitches left me, that only got a new bitch elected +My old bitch was too disrespectful +And only get my new bitch respected +That’s power, yes, it's now or next +Can’t lie though, I tried though +I'll die tryin', that's a common death +We was such a team, we was chasin’ our dreams +Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath +Now they try to tell me I need rest +And I'll find love again, I ain't find it yet +Oh, but I guess it is what it is as it appears, oh shit +The object in the mirror is more near than it appears, oh shit +And sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird +He done died so many times but still here, why am I here? +[Chorus] +Dear Life +What is my meaning? My reason? + +[Verse 2] +Naked bitches really love ones +Sometimes our loved ones don't love us +I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love +Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber +I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy" +Even though I make it look easy +But understand looks are deceiving +Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance +'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it +Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it +Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it +Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin' +Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me +Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin' +I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die +I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion +I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string, I can't describe it +Feel like a anchor tied to my finger +Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink +I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas +There's strength in numbers but it's honor over strength +I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga +So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink +It's way too real, the shit I'm talkin' way, way too real +I hope it gave you chills +The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill +You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real +Gettin' high after I paid the bill, lower than a Navy SEAL +Show up with them Navy guns, I hope somebody prayin' for 'em +Price tags no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em +Ice bath when my face numb, no expression +What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit? +Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive +Be self-fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive +Don't get too high to look over blessings +Never come in second, make the most of your seconds +They so precious" +'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it +If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling +I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic +Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache +Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better +I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter +[Chorus] +Dear Life +What is my meaning? My reason? +That's the question I ask the reader, God bless the reader +Dear Life, what is my meaning? My reason? +That's the question + +[Outro: Jacida Carter] +You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby, I say, "Y'all young. You know y'all young." But I said, "Be the best father you can be," you know. And truly, he is that.17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Back to You[Chorus] +Now, I know the only compass that I need +Is the one that leads back to you +Now, I know the only compass that I need +Is the one that leads back to you + +[Verse 1] +She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs +She ride me like a drive-by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi +But that's neither here nor there, she been contemplatin' short hair +She said she tryna be different but she just like the rest of these bitches +But that's neither here nor there, and my dick is her chair +It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software +Got so many hoes I'm hoeing, but she the only one worth knowing +And yeah, I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in +I ain't tripping, but she be tripping +They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffing +Look, girl, just gimme that brain, and I'll return the favor +Them hoes say I'm a dog, but how come I don't chase 'em? +I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up +I just wanted some time, she say, "Okay I'm your honor" +But she been wanting to break up since Dolce and Gabbana +All that ass I just be like, "Come sit your groceries on my counter" +I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana +I dying to meet her girl, but she want me to meet her momma +Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9 +The weed is funky, but I'm smelling fine, Tunechi! +[Chorus: Jamie Lidell sample] +Now, I know the only compass that I need +I'm putting my hat back on +Is the one that leads back to you +Now, I know the only compass that I need +Is the one that leads back to you + +[Verse 2] +I got that shit in my system +Somebody gonna be my victim +Eh, so where you at with it? +'Cause I can't do it by myself, I need a ass-sistant +I got that good-good, that get right +That early morning, that midnight +I beat it up like a fist fight, one, two, three, four, five, 6-9 +That dick all in your windpipe, some of her friends I dislike +Some of your friends, they alright, sometimes I think y'all all dykes +But fuck all that, I'm on one, don't wanna be with the wrong one +That cold head, that warm tongue, my third leg run marathons +I feel you like I'm blind, girl, can't you see? It's meant to be +So come to me, then come for me, my game cold, one degree +I'm rolling with two bad bitches 'cause misery loves company +One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee +I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps +No red lights, no stop signs, just get to Lil Tunechi +[Chorus: Jamie Lidell sample] +"Now, I know the only compass that I need" +I'm putting my glasses back on +"Is the one that leads back to you +Now, I know the only compass that I need +Is the one that leads back to you" + +[Bridge] +Should I call somebody else? +'Cause, girl, it's almost twelve and this dick won't suck itself +Girl, you know it need some help, it'd make a nigga's day +If you said you on your way, eh, eh +Should I call somebody else? +Cuz girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself +Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day +I just hope you know the way +And she said + +[Chorus: Jamie Lidell sample] +"Now, I know the only compass that I need" +I'm putting you back on +"Is the one that leads back to you +Now, I know the only compass that I need +Is the one that leads back to you" + +[Outro] +You need to get to me baby +But you already got to me18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mrs. Officer[Intro: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)] +Ayy +Ayy (yeah) +Hey (yeah) +Ayy, ayy, ayy +(Valentino) Woo woo woo! (yeah, yeah) yeah yeah yeah +(Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (yeah) yeah yeah yeah +(Yeah) Woo woo woo! Yeah yeah yeah +(Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (Bobby Valentino) + +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)] +When I get up all in ya (yeah) +We can hear the angels calling us (chyeah) +We can see the sunrise before us (yeah) +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +(Deezle on the beat) I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (haha) +I make ya say + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & (Bobby Valentino)] +Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop +I got stopped by a lady cop, haha +She got me thinking I can date a cop, haha +Cause her uniform fit her so tight +She read me my rights +She put me in her car, she cut off all the lights +She said I have the right, to remain silent +Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren +Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah +And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss +And she know I get high, a-bove the law +And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets +And all she want me to do is fuck the police +Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) +Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino & (Lil Wayne)] +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels calling us (yeah) +We can see the sunrise before us (umm) +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hey) I'll make ya say + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & (Bobby Valentino)] +Haha, and after we got done +I said "Lady, what's your number?" She said "911" +Hah, emergency only +Head doctor perform surgery on me +Yeah, and now I'm healed +I make her wear nothing but handcuffs and heels +Then I beat it like a cop +Rodney King, baby, yeah I beat it like a cop +Hahah! Beat it like a cop +Rodney King baby said "Beat it like a cop" +But I ain't tryna be violent +But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless +Mrs. Officer +I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter, huh? +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Like a cop car +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino] +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels calling us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say + +[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd & (Bobby Valentino)] +Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer +Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya +I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster +I'm wanted by every lady cop all over +That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya +Hands so big, you thought I told, "Pull it over" +She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover +Then she pulled me closer, do me in back of the car +Put me in handcuffs, start ripping my pants off +All you heard over the dispatcher is... +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) +(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh wee) + +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino] +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels calling us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +I make it say +[Bridge: Bobby Valentino] +Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key +Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift +Cause it's on tonight +Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head +And I can't wait to get it on +I wanna do it all night long, Mrs. Officer + +[Chorus: Bobby Valentino] +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels calling us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang +I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Megaman[Verse 1] +Faded off the kush, I'm gone +Only two years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home +Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo +We jack-son and then light up the L, Samuel +Tunechi in this bitch, nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas +Rats gon' rat, and snakes gon' hiss, nigga +Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies +Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me +Tunechi, you a murderer, boy, you just be killing shit +Yeah, you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist +Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep, man +Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan +How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King +I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery +Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly +Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary +Whoa, nigga, die slow, nigga +For dear life you're holding on, En Vogue, nigga +Unload, nigga, reload, nigga +Tools on deck, Home Depot, nigga +Well, if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger +Yeah, and all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner +Everyday, I go so hard and work my ass off +I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball +It's Carter IV +[Interlude] +Yeah! +Ugh! +I'm going back in, man +Yeah + +[Verse 2] +We get fuck y'all money, how you wanna play it? +That AK sleep on the side of my bed +That's one eye closed, one eye open +Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen +I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with +It's a crazy world, and life is shorter than Bushwick +Young Money, man, we got this shit by a land slide +Boy, I send them Bloods at your ass like a tampon +Uptown shit, wet the whole party +Weezy gon' ball, bal' like Steve Harvey +The heater I'ma tuck her, Tuck-er like De-lores +That's my word, word like the-saurus +I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard +Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord +Fear nobody, but God almighty +Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis +I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class +I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash +I don't talk it, I live it, I paint a picture vivid +And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet +I go so hard, go so mean, I'm so New Orleans +Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me +Forget the bullshit and remember me23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +3 Peat[Intro] +Yessir! +They can't stop me +Even if they stopped me... +Hahahah, yeah + +[Refrain] +I'm on it, ooh, I'm on it +I'm so on it, and however you want it +You can get it tonight ho, and all night ho +I get the beat from (Maestro), fuckin' right, ho! + +[Verse] +I might go crazy on these niggas, I don't give a motherfuck +Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up +What! What! I don't give a motherfuck +Get your baby kidnapped and your baby-mother fucked +It's Tha Carter 3, bitch, better put your supper up +Hollygrove, I throw it up like I'm trying to lose my gut +Fuck is up? Beat him up like a million uppercuts +Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it, shit +Get on my level? You can't get on my level +You gon' need a space shuttle or a ladder that's forever +However, I'm better, if not now, then never +Don't you ever fix your lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick +Bitch, swallow my words, taste my thoughts +And if it's too nasty, spit it back at me +Two more inches, I'd have been in that casket +According to the doctor, I could've died in traffic +Bounce right back on them bitches, like Magic +Abracadabra, I'm up, like Viagra +I just do this shit for my clique, like Adam Sandler +I control hip-hop, and I'ma keep it on my channel +Watch me! Bitch, watch me! +Bitch, watch me! But they cannot-see me, like Hitler +It's the New Orleans nightmare +Money so old, it's growing white hair +Young Money, baby! Yeah, we right here +I'ma make sure we ball 'til we fall like tears +And mama, don't cry, your son can handle his +I got her out the hood and put her in the hills, yeah +When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days +And sure enough, I got Miss Cita in a better place +When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days +And sure enough, we did exactly what I said +I tell my girl, "When you fuck me, better fuck me good +'Cause if another girl could, she gon' fuck me good" +No sitting at the table if you bringing nothing to it +And I get straight to it like it's nothing to it +Yeah, I got game like Stuart +Scott, fresh out the ESPN shop +And when SportsCenter poppin', everything stoppin' +But you can't fool me, I know what you watchin' +[Refrain] +Me! You watch me! +You watch me! 'Cause I be +Weezy, must-see TV, C3 +Nigga, that's me, and I'm me +I'm me, times three +So retreat, or suffer defeat +I'm back, 3-Peat! +C3!36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gunwalk[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +(Yeah ho!) I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law +(Yeah ho!) See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +(Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +(Yeah ho!) Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law +(Yeah ho!) See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +(Yeah ho!) I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +(Yeah ho!) And there's no talking back when my gun talk + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk +Yeah, see me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, fuck that nigga, ho-ass nigga +Leave that nigga with a toe tag, nigga +Barrel so long you can pole dance, nigga +Run up in ya house, where the dope at, nigga? +Murder she wrote on a notepad, nigga +Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga +Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga +I walk around with this shotgun +And this bitch bigger than me, nigga +Don't open up your fuckin' mouth +'Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth, nigga +Shoot 'em up then leave, nigga, I smell Summer's Eve, nigga +We shoot first, it's better to give than receive, nigga +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +Yeah, I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +And there's no talkin' back, when my gun talk + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Keep that ho shit over there (Yeah ho!) +And we don't shoot in the air +I can't fuck with these niggas, man, these niggas gummy bears +Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that motherfucker's hair +It's like, man, you can't trust nobody +I don't even have a trust fund +Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga +Don't duck, nigga, 'cause I duck hunt +Bitch, rock with me, that Glock with me +That chopper with me, obviously +I'mma empty this motherfucker +That's fifty shots, approximately +Now fuck with me, get fucked over +Emergency room, rushed over +Hollow tips, in the clip +My gun loaded, yours sober +I pull your card like a lawn mower +Fall back or I'm goin' forward +I see you got your gun drawn +I'll send you back to the drawin' board +Lil Tunechi +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +You don't talk back, when I cock back +That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk +Yeah! + +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +Walking 'round this motherfucker limpin' +'Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scottie Pippen's +On the molly and I'm twisted, throw your body with the fishes +Double back around that corner and embodyin' the witness +Uh, real niggas don't talk much, do drive-by's and walk-up's +Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star-struck +I don't fuck with lame niggas, I got good aim, nigga +Pop a pill, pop you, my nickname is Pain Killer +I'm still that same nigga; Eastside, I rep that +Pussy niggas better get right, or where I see you, you get left at +Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk +Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk +Gudda + +[Bridge: Juicy J & Lil Wayne] +I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +And it's no talkin' back when it go off +You speechless, you speechless +I'm strapped up, nigga, fuck a gun law +You speechless, you speechless +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +You speechless, you speechless +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +You speechless, you speechless - when I cock back +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ride for My Niggas (Sky is the Limit)[Intro] +Ahem +Weezy F +Young Money, Cash Money +This is Da Drought 3, ladies and gentlemen +And you know me +Let's go + +[Hook] +You know I ride for my motherfucking niggas +Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger +They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living +I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing + +[Verse 1] +My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet +I let my bitch bag it; if she steal it, I'ma kill her +I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos +And fuck your hospital — Young Money, we the illest +And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest +My flow is nasty, like C-Y-philis +Self-made G, and them bitches know the business +Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist +And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins +Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention +You looking for divine and a lil' intervention +And them birds don't fly without my permission +I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes +Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons +See, my world is different, like Dwayne Wayne +And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing +[Hook] +And you know that I’ma ride with my motherfucking niggas +Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger +Don’t worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it +And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit +The sky is the limit +The sky is the limit +And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit +‘Cause the sky is the limit +The sky is the limit +And if you look high, you'll see that I’m gon' be in it +The sky is the limit (Errrrrrrr!) + +[Verse 2] +Buck-ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it +Switching lanes faster than she switch subjects +Tell a bitch, "Don't talk to me +And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free" +And I hate when a nigga say, "Talk is cheap" +'Cause I'm the type that let money talk for me, yeah +My flow is art — unique, yeah +My flow can part a sea +The only thing on a mind of a shark is "Eat" +By any means, and you just sardines +I got the 40-cal. tucked in my P-R-Ps +What do you expect? I'm from New Orleans +The majority of my city is riders +They tried to make a brand-new map without us +But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars +And no matter how you change it, it'll still be ours +[Hook] +And I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas +Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger +Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it +And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit +The sky is the limit +The sky is the limit +And I'ma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit +Because the sky is the limit +Yeah, the sky is the limit +And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it +'Cause the sky is the limit + +[Verse 3] +And you don't want to fuck with a soldier +Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder +Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting +On the living room sofa — that's fucked up, haha +And you don't want to fuck with a soldier +Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder +Mail it to your Moms with a dozen of roses +Haha, now that's fucked up +And I'm a G +And you ain't got to know the alphabets to see +I know my whole city is depending on me +And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets +[Hook] +So you know that I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas +Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger +Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it +And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit +The sky is the limit +Don't worry about mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it +And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit +Because the sky is the limit +Yeah, the sky is the limit +And if you look high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it +'Cause the sky is the limit +They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living +I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing +'Cause the sky is the limit +Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit +Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit +The sky is the limit +If you don't remember nothing, man, the sky is the limit34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Green Ranger[Intro: DJ Drama] +You know I've been talkin shit for a generation now +'Bout that time for me to kick my feet up +Y'know? Move on to other endeavors +Who's ready to take the torch? +Somebody? Anybody? +Haven't I taught you everything? + +[Verse 1: J. Cole] +When this shit dropped, I was like 16 +Tryna get some head from a mixed thing, big dreams +Say goodbye to ripped jeans, nigga got a job +Had my little wad, worst fear was getting robbed +For my last 50 dollars that I had left over +Five dollars and they pop a nigga in his left shoulder +Minimum wage, $5.15 +13s on the whip, kept my shit clean, uh +Actually that was my mama shit +But I’m drivin' 'round town on my Obama shit +Middle-class my ass, just to get a tank of gas +Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit +But yeah, I’m headed for a scholarship +Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip +That's why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me +A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely +Uh, I know the game, I’m an expert +Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work? +Nigga I'm gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone +And I ain't fuck yet 'cause her mama always home +God damn, L-Lord have mercy +Please God, don’t let this little broad have herpes +My nigga say she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee +Gold medals if we gave hoes medals +No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos +Spiderman sheets, got her singing falsetto +Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those +White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos +But we was only kiddos +Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of Skittle +Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle +Tryna get to Diddy cause I murder instrumentals +This that good old fashioned Mark Jackson +Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz-in' +Ya borin’, I don’t play nigga, I’m Mark Madsen +That's why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian +I’m not askin', my nigga I don’t need favors +I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger +My team major, we party like teenagers +I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger +I fucking ran outta breath, heh +Team major, we party like teenagers +I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger +Cole +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +I don't even like this beat but fuck it +I'ma only spit a few bars 'cause I don't like this beat, let's go + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh, bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes +She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods +They say I’m old school, but I dropped out +Drop ya body off, at a cop's house +They throwin' up them bricks, you better box out +My niggas got enough white to build Barack house +I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein +.44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans +I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans +New pussy, new money, New Orleans +50 up in that uzi, G-G-G-G-Unit +I murk you with that bitch, scratch the serial number, re-use it, uh +I’m from the N-O, stretch niggas out like limo’s +Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that's pimples, uh +I’m bout to go banana puddin’, hehe +You a dyke 'cause your man a pussy +Hit you from the blindside, no Sandra Bullock +Never bite the hand that feeds you +Always watch the hand that’s cookin' +Tunechi +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Hahaha, yeah man, D4 ho +Shout out Cole, you already know what it is +Cole World, Wayne’s World +We in this bitch ho +Special delivery at your front door +Hahahahahahaha, redbone biatch!11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bank Account[Intro] +On God, Dedication 6 +On God, Dedication 6 +On God, yeah + +[Chorus] +25 million on a nice big ol' mansion +And, bitch, I still haven't invited your family +When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys +I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket +25 million on a mansion, so precious +Bitch, be careful when you're bringin' your besties +Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes +That exorcist told me my wifey possessive +Adderall just so we can go restless +We fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast +No confessions, no questions, we both professionals +Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian + +[Verse] +You bought a car for the bitch +I buy the narcs for the bitch +You buy apartments and shit +It's nice, I just walked in this bitch +You buy the art for the bitch +Y'all argue too often and shit +You always startin' some shit +That should come off of the bench +Shout out my homies I miss +Nino and Tony and Mitch +This ain't no cordial shit +She wan' come snort all this shit +She wan' go hard with a bitch +She know what happens today +She know we always forget +And she just posted the shit +And he just saw his lil bitch +Tell him I want him to trip +Tell him my guns gettin' skinny +Tell him they're starvin' for this +Give me the check, give me the throne +My hair is a minute too long +My bitch look like Vivica-Berry +Your bitch look like Rosetta Stone +I made my bitch go get a clone +Fuck 'em together and then on they own +When they catch feelings, I’m gone +I'm whippin' the Winnie the Coupe +I'm drivin' and sippin' the soup +The shit made me drift in the coupe +As long as I get to the stu' +Ruler clip, Rick the Ruler slick +Pull up on your bitch, you just called your bitch +Got that "Who is this?" She don't know you exist +She on her Mula shit, that's that truer shit +Make you eat your words, make you chew your shit +Then we knockin' out every tooth you pick +Nigga, fuck you, and fuck who you with +Yeah my bitch broke, but her booty fixed +Wait, I just popped a Perc, another for dessert +I washed it down with syrup +I just left planet Earth, ran into Captain Kirk +I pop a Perc, I'm trippy, call me Perc Nowitzki +Just call her Lewinsky; blurry, blurry vision +Blrrp— "Hello, who is this?" I just hit the line +I got a bitch in mind, I call her anytime +She taller, but it's fine, together we 6-9 +I hit her other line, he like, "What other line?" +She like, "Never mind," and she can tell a lie +And I can tell she's lyin', that's no lie +That's my awesome lil bitch +Got me a saucy lil bitch +Got me a bossy lil bitch +Left her for a bossier bitch +It cost me a arm and a dick +I got me a naughtier bitch +She suck on the balls and the stick +I'm about to play golf with the bitch +I'm way on Mars with the bitch +She fuckin' with Martians and shit +You shoppin' at Marshall's and shit +And yeah, your bitch gettin' trippy with me +Want a quickie with me +Say she wish that I had Nicki with me +Say she'd lick her with me +Wish you wish I had my nigga with me +Bitch, you washy-wishy, y'all can't trick me +She said "God, forgive me" +I say "Nah, I'm busy" +[Bridge] +I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts +Plus a main account, with insane amounts +That's somethin' to think about +Plus the drank in route, now I'm hangin' out +With 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 bitches ready to drink me down +Ready to drink me down, ready to drain me out +Plus my main in town, and she came around +Said they ain't her style + +[Chorus] +25 million on a nice big ol' mansion +And bitch, I still haven't invited your family +When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys +I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket +25 million on a mansion, so precious +Bitch, be careful when you're bringin' your besties +Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes +That exorcist told me my wifey possessive +Adderall just so we can go restless +We fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast +No confessions, no questions, we both professionals +Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrians +(Err!) + +[Outro] +Six shit, on God +Dedication 6 on God +Dedication 6 on God +That's some sick shit +Oh Lord +Dedication 6 oh Lord +Dedication 6 oh Lord +Yes Lord +Dedication 6 yes Lord +Dedication 6 yes Lord21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +5 Star[Intro: Nicki Minaj] +Tunechi +Barbie +Young Money + +[Chorus 1: Nicki Minaj] +I been smokin' gas, killin' bitches +Man, I feel just like a gang-star +Cover up my face like a ninja +In this Alexander Wang scarf +I'ma drop a bag, they gon' pull up +And then they gon' let them things off +I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle +But my niggas let it bang off + +[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] +Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give +All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me live? +Me and Weezy in LIV +When my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car +All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar +You was tryin' too hard +I'm out here livin' though, I am out here livin' though +Me and Tunechi winnin' though +Slimes out here twinnin' though +I am on my pivot though, I am just so pivotal +Bands, I go get it though, Weezy on his pedestal +A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit +All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to hang shit +These bitches pussy though +Pushed them out my pussy though +Niggas want my cookie though +'Cause it taste like cookie dough +Smoke, I got a free pack; flow sick, get a Z-pak +Niggas don't mean my race when they say "She blacked" +I am the Queen (Facts), I'm everything she lacks +Bitch get on your kneecap, I don't mean C. Kaep' +I'll get you checked, pussy; I'll get you a free pap +You bitches don't ball out, you get your QB sacked +I'm OBJ, hoes; break records like ankles +I've been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles +Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone +I'm gone +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion +Got 'em feelin' like they five star, yeah +Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient +Man, I feel just like a doctor, yeah +Pop some X with my exotic dancer +She start cryin' and said her job hard, yeah +Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes +Now she screamin' Rest In Peace to Honda + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM +Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass +Make her do the jumpman, ayy +I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to smother her ass +A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan +Now she butter pecan +Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa, an Eggo in the toaster +A cradle in the chocha, the yayo doing yoga +And I wake up, smell the Folgers, I don't know how I woke up +'Cause I was in a coma, but now I'm in the moment +Wearing high socks on the front porch +Two cups with the mud flowin' +The plug ain't charge me nothin' for it +I cried tears of fuckin' joy +LVs on my luggage, boy +Don't ask me where I'm fuckin' goin' +I pull up with my skaters +Make 'em beat you with their fuckin' boards +Sharp shooters like pool sharks +Shoot you down in the Walmart +Shoot you down in the parkin' lot +Shoot you down in the food court +Hit your crib in the Steamboat +Then disappear on the speedboat +Act a jackass like Steve-O +Then disappear like Neo +Leave a red flag on your screen door +Leave a red flag around your queen's throat +Leave a blood stain on your mink floor +Like a red stain on clean snow +That money gang, 500 gang on that money train +And we walkin' around with bloody fangs +Playin' hunger games; mmm-yummy, man +And we storm the block, lightning and thunder came +When my youngest came, that's your mother's name +Hit the address, knockin' down picture frames and other things +Throwin' up Eastside like stomach pains +Sugarcane get took to Spain, a kilo fell and it shook the plane +A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn't complain +I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came +And the Nina came, and her sister came +And what's her name, it’ll go Buka Bang +You don't even know where to put the blame, that's cold +[Chorus 2: Lil Wayne] +I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion +Got 'em feelin' like they five star +Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient +Man, I feel just like a doctor +Pop some X with my exotic dancer +She start cryin' and said her job hard +Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes +Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Honda + +[Outro] +Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes +Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Mazda +Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes +Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Smart Car +Switch her, put her in Mercedes +Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Kia +Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes +Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Uber +That's some sick shit18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shoes[Verse] +OK, No Ceilings, motherfucker, good morning +Dick in your mouth while you're yawning, I'm going in +Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me? +I bring it to your front door like you ordered me +Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich +On my Papa Bear shit, need hot porridge +Got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom +A big-head nigga couldn’t even imagine +The shit I do, most doers never done +I'ma fuck this beat, you bitch, ooh, you better cum +Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit +I still b—beat your ass like a fucking drumstick +Weezy Fucking Baby, baby, make the ladies come quick +The money can’t fit in my pockets, but I bet that gun fit +And I’m so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers +And these rappers ain't shit, I like my fast food faster +Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this ho +And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho +What's the word around this ho? You get served around this ho +Yeah, you get served like a fucking hors d'œuvre around this ho +I don’t splurge around no ho, no, I don’t shine in front of no bitch +'Cause after she get off my dick, I be like "Find the front door, bitch" +I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by +I done fucked your bitch a hundred times +What the fuck your bitch got on her mind? My fucking dick +I call her "dickhead," spicy like a Big Red +Strike you like a Bic head—your flow sick? My shit dead +Sillier than V.I.C. said, Soulja Boy and Arab +You should see my eleven-year-old daughter do they dance +I call it the Nae-Nae dance, proud to be Nae-Nae’s dad +Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland +We are not the same, I am a Martian, this is Space Jam +No Ceilings, R.I.P., amen +Motherfucking caveman, beating on my chest +Young Money, Cash Money, and I'm eating all the rest +Nigga, no offense, sorry if you're offended +Riding high like I'm on 54 inches +Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches +Ch—Chill like— Ch—Chill like an Eskimo +L—Let's get more— Let's get more bitches +And I be like, "Let's get more bitches" +Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches +Stop letting the messy hoes mess with your business +Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney +Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh +Smoking on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh +I—I—I do me; no, I do three +At a T... I-M-E +Why, when we say we Young Mula +The bitches leave y'all and relay-run to us +And payday comes sooner than later 'round here +And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here +Hey, you better stop the hate around there +Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there, yeah +You see it in my face, I don’t care +Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there +I'm the best thing yet, I know I got that thing wet +Everybody wan' be fly but don’t know where their wings at +Huh, had to pause for a minute +Now, I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women +On a scale of one to ten'n, my girl be a twenty +My girl so bad, make a nigga think he sinning +My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me +Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me +Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies +All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E +Mic check, two-three; I'm different like blue pee +And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be +Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding +And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid +You think I'm stunting, but no, I'm just surviving +And I been here, but my soul is just arriving +Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin +No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing +Medication free, and for meditation, we +Smoke some better tastin' weed that you’ll ever taste or see +S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than +Riding through the desert on a camel back, I done been +Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lying +I can do whatever if I'm planning that +So I got my guns, let's dance, like FannyPack +And we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back +Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at? +Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back +All up in another nigga woman, I be ramming that +Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate +Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it +And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these evangelists +I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though +I act so New Orl-e-ans, yes, I go pistachios +That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me +And the bitches is so at me, and you know what they throw at me +Hahaha! +[Outro] +No—No Ceilings37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +HollyWeezy[Intro] +Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood +Uhh + +[Chorus] +Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood +Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood + +[Verse 1] +Find out where your parents stay +Tell my goons to go straight to your momma room +What's in your pockets? What's in your pocketbook? +We think the Bible's a comic book +Bitch this Hollygrove, too far from Hollywood +Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood +I got cocaine that's so good, need a name? Call it "Milk" +Because milk does the body good +I got this heat on my waist +So somebody better monitor the thermometer +I just eat pussy and pussy-ass niggas all day +And I ain't even kinda full + +[Chorus] +Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood +Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood +[Verse 2] +Woo! I went from Bourbon to Beverly Hills +Show me your tits +I'll show you my weapon and grill and heaven is real +I get an actress into my bedroom +She lay down and say "Let's make a film" +I be like "Action," I hold her head down by her neck +This how breathtaking feel +Family first, you'll get your family killed, that's if you squeal +Pop-pop, close range, hold that gun +Like the photographer hold the camera still +Bad bitch riding my dick +She swerve 'cause another bitch grabbing the wheel +I ask 'em to chill, they both look at me, say "Shut up" +I say "My lips are sealed..." +Oooh! I come from Hollygrove, I done went Hollywood +I was a match made in Heaven +When Hell was a pile of wood +I run through Hell with gasoline drawers on +Stop, tell the Devil that God is good +Entrepreneur in a Bentley droptop Azure +Vagina connoisseur out the hood +I come from Hollygrove, every day Halloween +We shoot your block up and just say we shot a scene +This is a robbery, I let the chopper squeeze +Turn you to cottage cheese +Been on my beast since I was wearing Wallabees +Where paparazzi? I need my privacy +Fuck your photography, I react violently +Make sure your camera get my good side of me, Lord! +I come from Hollygrove +Hollywood should make a movie 'bout Hollygrove +Woo! Whoever play me +Should get a Oscar and a Golden Globe +This ain’t no movie, this is real shit +I don’t need a script 'cause I know my role +My Hollywood bitch just overdosed +All she could snort, more coke than Pinocchio +I come from the streets +But got "superstar" written all over my face +That’s why these hoes in my face +I come from Hollygrove +I moved to Hollywood just to Californicate +Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop +I ain't finished shooting, tell 'em don’t check the gate +[Chorus] +Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood +Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood +Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood +Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood +Fall asleep to the gunshots +Wake up and smell the embalming fluid +I come from Hollygrove, my bitch from Hollywood +When I fuck her she say “Hallelujah!” +Hollygrove too far from Hollywood +Ohh, but I done went Hollywood + +[Verse 3] +Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood +Hollygrove ain't far from H-Town +We used to drive back and forth with the work praying +"Lord please don’t let this car break down" +Hahahaha +H-Town! Lord, I done went from Hollygrove to H-Town +Hollygrove to Houston +Got a bad 5th Ward bitch that be boostin' +Sometimes she doze off, that’s the lean, I excuse it +She said “If it ain’t ch-chopped and screwed, it ain’t music" +She say I never take her out, we went to eat at Houston's +Sometimes I doze off, that’s the lean, I'm just snoozin' +I still got Actavis, nigga, that's exclusive +Kill you for a pint, that’s a PT Cruiser +I see way too many hoes in my future +I'm gon' nail all them hoes, I'm Freddy Krueger +Grew up on Bun B, Pimp C was my tutor +Pimp Squad for life, had to do this for Houston +Hollygrove ain’t far from H-town +We used to drive back and forth with the work +Praying the car don’t break down +Ohhh, Hollygrove ain’t far from H-town +We used to drive back and forth +With, codeine, cocaine, the pills, and pounds +Yeah, and we got back home safe and sound +If you got pulled over you don’t give police no names +Or get killed and never found +Word, but I kept some money to bail out +Momma used to say if I ever get caught +They gon' put me under the jailhouse +Damn, I'm too Hollygrove to go Hollywood +One to the chest with this chopper +Leave you with just arms and a head like a octopus +I got this chopper protecting my livelihood +I'm so good, I'm so straight, I’m secure +[Chorus] +Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove +Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood + +[Outro] +Cut14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cashed Out[Verse 1] +Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas +My blunt bigger than these lil niggas +Keep stuntin' with your bitch ass +You'll get jacked and Jilled, nigga +Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas? +I'm smoking that Bill Bixby nigga +I'm spendin money, spendin money +Ben Franklin dizzy nigga! +Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy +She say "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" cause yo ass be drizzlin' +That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon +And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin +That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin +There's only one me, ain't no equivalent +She give me brain, brain like trivia +I got a black bitch and a red bitch +I call them hoes Aunt Vivian +Chopper knock your face off +Black shades, Ray Charles +I be killing them hoes +I got your ho up in my graveyard +I ain't working with a full deck +But I pull out that Ace card +She grab that dick with 2 hands +Like she about to pray for it +Clips hanging, no curfew +Fuck you and who birthed you +I'm shining like church shoes +Birdman Jr.: y'all birdfood +I'm bout it.. I said I'm about to cum +She opened her mouth: water fountain +When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean +Bitch, I'm drowsy +Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about +I got bars, nigga and it's happy hour! +["Hook"] +Ridin' round with them choppas, not them ninas +Ridin' with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly - ha! +Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate +Man these niggas can't see me like a diary + +[Verse 2] +Smoke that weed, let's get irie +Nina shut up, that bitch got a silence +Top of the gun there is a scope +I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it! +TRUKFIT my bitch up, Tunechi leave big nuts +I'm getting my dick sucked +I blow weed like it's dust! +Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds +Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider +Told her drive it like it got 8 legs +I'm a made nigga: Makaveli +That Mack-11: necessary +I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry +No pussy no rats, no Tom and Jerry +They say your friends are your enemies? +Well, my friends are imaginary +I'm the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January +My ride cold and my bitch hot +I'm tired as hell but my dick not +I don't gas no bitch, no pit-stop +Smoke Barney and Baby Bop! +Y'all niggas act like lady cops +My niggas smoke like coffee shops +That's syrup gang, wafflehouse +Gunfight, I'll knock you out +My bitch titties is poppin out +We poppin up and we get it poppin +Mask on, gloves on +Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out +Like Nicki's ass +Smoking on that sticky bag +Weezy F: I'm big and bad +Small feet, but I kick your ass +I'm the trigger man, and that shooting star +Eat that pussy like caviar +She treat that dick just like a straw +How you like them apples, Microsoft? +Now wipe it off.. +I do Liv on Sundays: church! +Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs +Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J? +I got the ball, playing keepaway +Kidnap your ass, kill your ass +Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg! +It's Hollygrove to my deathbed +Just make sure my pillow's fluffed +Hit a nigga with a million shots +What you call that? A million bucks +Good weed, we pass around +Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth +It's Young Money, Cash Money +Til the motherfuckin day I'm Cashin Out! +Tunechi! +["Hook"] +Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas +Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener +And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver +@LilTunechi, follow the leader Bitch!7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Surf Swag[Intro] +KE on the Track +No Ceilings +Ah... +O—OK + +[Verse] +I got this chrome on this Bugatti, I'm strong in this Bugatti +Two V8s, ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti +Bitch, I’m bad, I'm worse, I'll pass the purp +Don't fuck with me 'cause right now, I'm higher than Captain Kirk +I swear, I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse +And if you throw it in a bag I bet I'll snatch her purse +OK, I spaz, I curse; you last, I'm first +I'm on your ass, like dirt; behind that cash, get murked +I'm talking big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga +What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss, nigga +Shoot the witness, nigga +Hold court in the streets and convict this nigga +Ol' dickless nigga +Man, I'm running with the blocka, Young Money, motherfucker +You think we gon' do our thing? Well, ain't it sunny in the summer? +And we coming for the commas, and whoever among us +And you know I'ma bust my ass until my crew very humongous +I said, T.I., hold your head, and Mack, hold your head +Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds +And to my Bloods, code red, man, you know how we play it +And if it costs to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay +I—I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit +Take the brain off the whip; now, it don't make no sense +Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promised tomorrow +Now, women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra +Fuq' roll them killer plants, the Little Shop of Horror +And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara +Man, I'm too much for these niggas and three much for these hoes +The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed +I love my baby mamas, they get my highest honor +Gotta take care of them kids, man, I know you heard Obama +And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard +I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard +Quarterback, shotgun, you don’t get any sack yards +Bitch, I ball hard, breaking all the backboards +Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I will crack yours +And even at the White House, we pull up at the back doors +Walk around like I'm 30 feet tall +Tiger Woods, all these hoes tryna birdie these balls +In the Porsche 911, like emergency calls +Man, I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawls +Young Money in the building, I'm putting up new walls +Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws +My flow is like rubbing two logs +Young Mula, we the new shit, new drawers, ugh +Now, get off my dick, I ain't fucking with you +Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol +Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston +Redbone do me good, then her friend assist her +I mean, a bitch she never met, her best friend, or sister +I leave the pussy micro-soft like Windows Vista +Young Tunechi, pop that coochie for a goon, ho +Bullet in you boys' memory, now you act like you don't know +Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store +Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck with Hollygrove +Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago +But Heaven or Hell, I'm hoping that they be where I'ma go +Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show +Still "long hair, don't care" like a Navajo +I'm the hardest shit, go in your ass and search +I smash this verse, and I swag and surf +[Outro] +No Ceilings! +Hahahaha!37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +U.O.E.N.O.[Verse One] +Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9 +Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein +Yeah, I'm yawnin', I'm so tired of ballin' +Yeah, only selling work to them workaholics +Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don't fuck with new niggas +I blues your bitch ass, hope somebody give you rhythm +I got animal all in my floor, take your shoes off at the door +Niggas feed these bitches lies, nigga don't food poison my ho +I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store +My niggas like Kanye with that good, my niggas like Lou Rawls with that blow +Niggas be sayin' they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke +I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke +I saw your bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go +Boy, I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't even know +Niggas be trippin' over these hoes, I done came too far to get close +I've been outchea gettin' bread and I don't need you all in my loaf +If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat +Niggas be lukewarm at the most and when I'm through ballin' I coach +Shout out to my nigga Mack gettin' his boo on in that Ghost +I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it'd be on a tombstone if I wrote, Tunechi + +[Hook] +My kids already rich and they don't even know +These nigga's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored +My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke +Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga +[Verse Two] +Uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries +I found a way like it was hiding from me +Yeah, my weed good, my sex better +Bitch, don't text me no long letters +I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob +Most of these ho's ain't got no job +And these niggas goin' buy em' everything +You goin' fuck around, and get the ho robbed +I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut +Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug +And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums +I woke up this morning, dick rock hard, dick harder than a armadillo +MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my niggas +Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions +If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot, let me write this bitch a parking ticket +Ain't got time for love life, all I know is get paid +I'm high like Bonjour, twisted like french braids +I got my own shoes, SLIME, T, I feel like MJ +I'm working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead + +[Hook] +Uh, I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know +I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her, yeah +Don't fuck with these fuck niggas, you already know us +I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise +Yeah +[Verse Three] +Pass that weed to the next nigga, blunt longer than a tongue twista +Hoes want this scud missile, I'mma ball, like Crystal +Lil Tunchi Li, young sex pistol, new money, no wrinkles +I'm hard headed, Ocho, Dedication Cinco, uh + +[Outro] +What up 5? +Rocko fuck with me! Yeah! +Future fuck with me! Yeah! +T, I feel like MJ +I'm working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead +5!31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trippy[Intro: Juicy J] +We trippy man + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, blue skies, blue skies +I see you with my red eyes +Bust your fucking grape, nigga +Turn your shit to red wine +Don't fuck up my high, nigga +I'm too gone, bye nigga +She get dick, weed, and ignored +Thats a D.W.I., nigga +My skin crawlin', my walls talkin' +The pictures in here lookin' at me +The ground movin', I'm seeing shit +I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic +I'm smoking on that strong +Got me coughin' like I'm getting buried +I've been fucking Mary Jane +I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary +I'm stoned, Mick Jagger +I can run around Saturn +Eyes rolling back +And keep blinking like hazards +I said king me, king me +With my mushroom crown on +I graduated to better drugs +My cap and gown on +Don't knock me off my high horse +What I do is my choice +I'm high as the scoreboard +Bitch, look up at my points +I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth +I got high and fell asleep loaded +I woke up and got high again +OK, I'm reloaded +[Chorus: Juicy J] +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Shoutout to my weed man +Shoutout to my lean man +Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something +I'm a gasoline can +I'm high nigga, don't blow it +I trust it far as I could throw it +I don't know if I'm coming or going +T, make my blunt a Samoan +And I see lights flashing, life passing +Take a bitch home, fuck like rabbits +Styrofoam cups and wine glasses +Shot glasses +Hot flashes +My tongue's numb, I can't talk +No balance, my spine hurts +My mind surf, my eye jerks +I try different drugs, I'm diverse +Goodbye Earth, farewell +High as Heaven, eyes low as Hell +Keep scratching, keep biting my nails +Keep lighting a L, I'm a kite in the air +I like weed brownies and cookies +I'm straight but seeing crooked +I got my trippy kit +I hope I trip and fall in some pussy +Tunechi +[Chorus: Juicy J] +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea + +[Verse 3: Juicy J] +Musty herb in a Ziploc +Twistin' up top notch +Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat +Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke +This that Cali Kush, I motivate not gloat +All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke +Tryna get some Becky in the backseat of the Ghost +Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag +Wake up every morning and I take a drag +Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then I laugh +In your baby mama ear, and I'm gonna smash +They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga +Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes, nigga +[Chorus: Juicy J] +Weed, pills and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Krazy[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tell me something I don't know +I'm flexing on 'em like torsos +These niggas slipping like bar soap +These niggas listening, use Morse code +Boy, nigga sipping like parched throat +Ahe-he-hem, excuse me? +These niggas talking that beef shit +We'll check into it like the room's cheap +And all we sell is the greatest feeling on Earth +They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork +Ain't got nothing left to prove, unless I got to prove it in court +Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse, yes, Lord +My nigga order like twenty bricks +I sent five bricks with four chicks +Riding with these guns, that's carpooling +Bought extra clips when I dove in +Miss Snow White, we snowed in +Nigga, miss me with that ho shit +Kill all rats, I toast to that +And watch everybody I toast wit +Kill everybody you close with +Just don’t stick your nose in my bullshit +Cause I close it like a clothespin +The people that I rolls with +Will leave holes in what you drove in +If anyone in that car live +You tell that nigga I owe him, yeah +I got my mind right, my money right +My head on my shoulder +And my eyesight a little blurry, but +It's staying on my quota +And we find out Mom's address +And your head get mailed over +Nigga, you make that bed, you lay in that bed +Or get that bitch made over +Tunechi +[Hook] +You so crazy +Tunechi, you so crazy +Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know +I know, I know, I know, I know +I know, I know, I know, I know +They say "Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi +Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, you so crazy" +Bitch + +[Verse 2] +Tell me something I don’t know +I’ll tell you something I do know +Like money, drugs, bitches, guns +Niggas call me "Mucho" +Got witches all in my broom closet +Got little killers in JuCo +We’ll find out your business hours +And pop up like new toast +Like, danger taste like glucose +My shadow don’t get too close +To that new nigga with my old hoes: kudos +For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno +Getting swole like Popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno +I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points +AK to your face; knock half off, like coupons +Too cool for school, but I sold cool points to schoolboys +Tell the cops, We don’t name drop, that's like droppin newborns +Nigga you crazy +[Interlude] +You so crazy, Tunechi +These hoes made me + +[Verse 3] +Nigga tell me somethin I don't know +Like where the fuck did my heart go? +And show me somethin I haven’t seen +And give me what helped Martin sleep +On the same night he had a dream +And take me to where I’ve never been +But not to where I never be in +I ain’t never scared, but I’m scared of me +Me vs. Me, I need a referee +Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy +Fuck deputy, big letter B +Need equity, need credit cleaned +To trafficking from peddling like everything +From amphetamines to medicine +These niggas sweeter than nectarine and Grenadine, ha! + +[Hook] +You so crazy +Tunechi - you so crazy. Bitch +I know, I know, I know, I know +I know, I know, I know, I know +I know, I know, I know, I know +They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi +You so cray, bitch +[Verse 4] +Tell me somethin I don’t know +Like what happened to hard coke? +You can call me Eddie cause I stay ready +My family call me Eduardo +I’m music to these bitches ears +I hit that ass like the wrong note +My bitch bad, with corn rows +With boots on in farm clothes +You can find me prancin in the finest mansion +With the finest dancer with a height advantage +She want cocaine, pills, and weed, liquor and dick +She gotta micro manage +I'm just eatin rappers +They go nice in salads +With some diced up carrots +I just like a challenge +Psychopathic, so psychopathic +Nigga give me credit, or my balance +Lil Tunechi + +[Outro] +Stand up niggas +(And I bump my head when I stand up)166EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Burn[Verse 1] +Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove +I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose +Red bone naked, in the bed flexin' +I say bitch I ain't impressed you must've got the wrong impression +I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF +Man, we living in hell like a deep breath +Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses +If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her +Money on the table, guns on the table +Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo +And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho +Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello +Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax +Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks +We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax +I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh +Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral +Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion +Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up +Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's +Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups +Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts +Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes +I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe +Bitch, what they gonna say? +Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break +Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake +I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake +[Hook] +And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn +Yeah I let that kush burn +Smoking gasoline bitch +The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher +Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire + +[Verse 2] +Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch +I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch +Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin' +Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan +Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school +And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room +Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you +Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia +Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip +Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons +Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech +I be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese +I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police +Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee +Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach +That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech +Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell +My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield +We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell +We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal +I'm stuntin', getting new money +Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em +I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne +In the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM +Lil' bitch +Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit +Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick +Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit +Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit + +[Hook] +And let that kush burn let that kush +Yeah I let that kush burn +Smoking gasoline bitch +The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher +Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Abortion[Intro] +I, I see you with your palms in your pants +But me, me, oh me, I got the world in my hands +I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker +I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker, yeah! + +[Chorus] +I, I see you with your palms in your pants +But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands +I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I'm a critical thinker (yeah) +I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker + +[Post-Chorus] +I know your name, yeah +Your name is unimportant, yeah (haha!) +We in the belly of the beast, yeah +And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn + +[Verse 1] +Uhh, I woke up this morning, dick rock hard +Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award +You can save your bullshit on your memory card +If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed +Jumped on the celly, called Makaveli +He say he was gravy, I say I was jelly +Looked in the mirror, said "You's an ill nigga" +Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga +Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars +In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers +I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked +I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets +Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude +The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes +Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to +But I just built a house on I Don't Give a Fuck Avenue +[Chorus] +I, I see you with your palms in your pants (haha!) +But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands +I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I'm a critical thinker (yeah) +I'm a hell of a smoker (yeah) and a bit of a drinker (hey!) + +[Post-Chorus] +I know your name, yeah +Your name is unimportant, yeah +We in the belly of the beast, yeah +And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn + +[Verse 2] +Uhh, down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed +Life is a gamble, better check the point spread +And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head +I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds +Uh, smoking on that hallelujah, thank you Jesus +Help me focus on the future and not the previous +Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason +Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon +Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees +Underground shit, I see myself as a seed +Living in the glass, and everybody's looking +But how can you get the picture if you don't know who took it? +This current affairs, but who the hell cares? +Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs +On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few spares +I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared +[Post-Chorus] +Yeah I know your name (hey!) yeah +Your name is unimportant, yeah (listen mayne) +We in the belly of the beast, yeah +And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn + +[Bridge] +And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air +Life is a rollercoaster, but still unfair +A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes +But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there + +[Chorus] +And I, see you with your palms in your pants +But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands +I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker +I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker +I know your name... +As it is, shawty17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What About Me[Intro: Lil Wayne] +If you saw me, would you understand +That I can't stand you with another man? +I see you happy where your life is at +I see you smile, I can't live with that + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +'Cause what about me? Yeah +I stayed up all night for you +Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah +I shut down my life for you +Now you run around with him, and him, and him +How you do that? +How you act like I never held you every night? +And now you never call back, please +Girl, girl, what about me? + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Oh, tell me do you ever think about it? +Those lonely nights when you 'bout lost it (Oh) +The only time that you would call +Was just to tell me it's my fault (Oh) +I let you cry, I let you worry +I let you yell, I let you hurt me (Oh) +I gave you everything you needed +Now you gone, gone, gone +Tell me, how you do that to me? Yeah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Girl, what about me? Yeah +I stayed up all night for you (Yeah) +Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) +I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life) +Now you run around with him, and him, and him +How you do that? (Oh) +How you act like I never held you every night? +Now you never call back, please (Please) +Girl, girl, what about me? + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Oh, girl, girl, girl, what about me? Me? + +[Verse 2: Sosamann] +Do you think about me? +When I'm flying OT, I be up in them streets +You tellin' me that you gon' leave +Hittin' my phone with the beep (Boom!) +Knock it out, baby, creep +Oh, 'cause I just wanna see you smile +Did none of them tears ain't for you, baby +And they ain't matchin' yo style +I'm kickin' it flav with yo sauce +I'm counting them lovers +I'm thinking bout you, and all of the things that we used to do +And all of this you went through +Girl, I don't want you with no other dude, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Sosamann] +Girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) (Oh) +I stayed up all night for you (I stayed up all night) (Oh) +Girl, girl, what about me? (What about me, girl? Yeah, what about me, girl?) +I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life) +Now you run around with him, and him, and him +How you do that? (How, girl?) +How you act like I never held you every night? +And now you never call back, please (Please) +Girl, girl, what about me? Me? (Yeah, what about me?) +Oh-ho-oh20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big Bad Wolf[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] +I'ma just leave this right here +The greatest mixtape series of all time +Uh-uh-uh-mmmm +Care to debate me? +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sick shit +I thought so + +[Verse] +Keep that shit on Twitter, y'all ain't lit, y'all litter +Keep that shit in your shitter, or eat that shit, don't spit up, rrr! +Keep my bad bitch did up, keep my main bitch put up +Watchin' me do push-ups +She was playin' with herself and I looked up, damn +Your thot need to get her look up, ugh +You're plottin' on me, my foot up, ugh +Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion, ugh +That ain't sauce, that's pudding, ugh +Tunechi 'cross her bosom, damn +Shooting up the jurors, damn +Don't name my pistol, I named the trigger +"Benjamin Button," push him, bam! +Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie +Y'all just wussy, I got some bullies +Gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see +Better play hooky, I got some hookers hookin' up with politicans +And some athletes, and some college niggas +Send your missus on all kind of missions +I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits +But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky +Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick and +When the shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky +I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Mickey +I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly-wiggly +Fuck my bitches' friends, and they friendly-friendly +While your bitch is giving me her twenty-twenty +Like she tired of Mickey-D's, Wendy's, Denny's +Like she tired of Macy's, J.C. Penney's +I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it +If we winning, win it +I know dreamchasers that ain't never dreamt it +So I had to tint it and I had to rim it +And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny +It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang +Red rags to riches, need happy endings +Then it's back to business, and we laugh at sentencing +Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses +Hungry artist or a starving artist +In the kitchen, restaurant, and cafeterias +Don't make a difference if you taste the difference +Better pay the difference to the racketeerers +Now your good luck looking like you cracking mirrors +Now the artificial become sacrificial +That's a body count, where the mathematician? +Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples? +With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle +With a throat deep enough to land a missile +If your nigga miss you and he have opinions +Tell him two cents is only half a nickel +Now we at his villa aiming at his pillows +Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles +And the cash, it triple; flip, kick, jiujitsu +Throwing pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit +Neither of her friends do, I think that's official +Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than The Simpsons +And her man a simper, so I had to pimp her +And she had potential but he lacked credentials +So give me a sec, I'll go at your neck +And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you, rrr! +Yeah, cannibalism, going animalistic in a land of civilians +These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons +Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia +When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia +Sound familiar? My plug Sicilian +He the one who told me that sometimes +You gotta leave your la familia behind the millions +Rhyme or reason, I'm the reason +Got their eyes wide, but too blind to see it +With friends like those +It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em +Hallelujah, power intruders +Bitch walking 'round my house like Hooters +Towel user, power user +Molly mixed with white girl, Molly/Susan +Niggas talking out their bowel movers +Turn their homies into flower choosers +Turn your kids into father choosers +Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar +I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter +Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo you +Tell a doc that's tryna save your life +And running wires through you, he could die next to ya, rrr! +I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter +Let her partner shoot it +We put out the movie, win awards +She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty +Niggas prostituting +These rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit, not even 'bout pollution +Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in +Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it +En route to Houston with the contribution +Full of Monster juices, Mazda too slow +Macho, Cujo, macho mucho +Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow, rrr! +I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo +Just follow the coupe, ho, and I know that you know +I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl +I'm out of my loophole, you out of the loop though +Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode +The power to do so, my pockets is sumo +Getting the mula by the minuto +Mafia Nouveau, I am the uno +Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo +Fuck with me, I go Lollapaloo-zo +Pull up, trigger finger, holler, and pull-o +Pow-pow-pow, sound like a symphony +Or opera, two-door, hitting some new notes +And I am the maestro, and you just a typo +Private flight, don't fly in too low +I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow +I got me a new ho, and now it's a duo +One went to college and one went to JuCo +I had to ask 'em, "What's four plus two, though?" Rrr! +[Outro] +My ultimate basketball dream team +The starting five would most likely be umm +Of course I'ma have to start with Kobe Bryant, umm +This gone take a minute, umm, Chris Paul +Uhh, Shaquille O'Neal, LeBron James +And umm, oh you know I'm gon say Steph Curry, hehe, Steph Curry +You already know that's my starting five, I got money on them +Holla at ya boy20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Something You Forgot[Hook] +I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you +I'm pretending, and that's all I can do +That's all I can do mama +The love I'm sending +An't making it through to your heart +I hope you hear me + +[Verse 1] +Pain! Since I've lost you, I'm lost too +Nigga feelin' like he at the bottom like a horseshoe +Sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through +God knows that I'd do anything for a part two, or to +Be prayin' for the day you come back to me +Sayin' that you forgive me, give me another chance +I'm needin' it like a kidney, I don't wanna advance +Give me back her hands, give me back her touch +I don't ask for much, but I fucked up +I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up +But everybody fuck up, now this other nigga lucked up +Tell him me and my clique don't give a fuck +'Cause, um, we from New Orleans, she was from Georgia +She was my down chick, I was her soldier +I was her gangsta, she was my shoulder +You were the pistol to my holster... BANG! +[Hook] +You've been hiding, never letting it show +Always trying, to keep it under control +I see you hidin' it, mama +You got it down, and you're well on your way to the top +Keep doin' your thing +But there is something that you forgot + +[Verse 2] +You forgot about the house, you forgot about the ring +I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing +I remember the love, right after the fights +You can't tell me you don't remember those nights +And if I would cry, then you would cry twice +To me, you are the brightest star under sunlight +See, take away my title, take away my stripes +You give me back my girl, and you give me back my life +Give me back my girl, and you give me back my life +See, this is just a nightmare, so I blink twice +Open up my eyes hopin' she be in my sight +I remember the time, I wish I could bring it back +What she mean to me is what I mean to rap +[Hook] +You've been hiding (Y'know) +Never letting it show +Always trying (I see you hidin', it mama) +To keep it under control (But I know you know) +You got it down (I know you do) +And you're well on your way to the top +But I wish you and yours nothin' but happiness, shawty +[Verse 3] +But I hope you haven't forgot about me— +Up in the living room, watchin' SportsCenter +You were cookin' dinner, I was such a sinner +But the Lord is a forgiver; you know, they say if you pray +Then you can get your blessings ordered and delivered +And your boyfriend is not like me +Ma, you even went and got a teardrop like me +I remember we would sit at home all day +You called me "butter," I called you "babe" +My momma asked about you, my partners did too +I know your daughter will be so amazing like you +And I know you probably wish you never met me +And I just wish you never forget me, and let me say: +Please don't worry 'bout the women I have been with +No engagement can amount to your friendship +And I hope that nigga know he got a queen +And all I can do is dream, damn! + +[Hook] +I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you +I'm pretending, and that's all I can do +The love I'm sending +Ain't making it through to your heart16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Lie Remix[Intro] +Ear Drummers +Mike WiLL Made-It + +[Verse 1] +I am sippin' on that lean, don't bring me no bottles, ho +I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove +Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama +Bad bitch at home sleep, I go home and sleep behind her, uh +Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man +I'm sittin' on these motherfuckin' millions like a beanbag +Fuck you, don't judge me, drug me then love me +Eat me some pussy when I got the munchies +I'm tripping, tell Pippen to beam me up, Scotty +Got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet +That's no lie, I'm so hot, you pussy ass niggas Massengill +I got them yellow Xanax, I slipped on a banana peel +Trukfit T-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup +Pass that weed around like some fuckin' hors d'oeuvres +Man I'm shit faced and your bitch facin', she high too, fuckin' right +My number one F-A-N, you know what that mean, Fuck All Night, uh + +[Break] +Yeah, I'ma let that breathe +Let that breathe +[Verse 2] +Uh, nigga I fucked that bitch that's with ya +And she send me naked pictures +If I was you I wouldn't kiss her, you know why? +You know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word +You ain't never jocked no nigga, you ain't never sweat no nigga +Yeah, you don't want none of these niggas +Bitch, I ain't one of these niggas, ho +I be doin' my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring +We get home and she go straight for that head, gun range +Fuck your feelings I'm feelin' me, you want real? That's real as me +Mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say "Dick for free" +All my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die +I look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that motherfucker dry + +[Outro] +Yes Lord +Yeah and she say, "Yes Lord" +Yeah, Dedication 4, ho +Scoob in this bitch with me?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Up Up and Away[Intro] +Up up and away +Up up and away +Up, up up and away +Up, yeah + +[Verse 1] +I'm about to go, up up and away +Dick in your mouth, fuck what you say +You sweet as pie, a muffin or cake +Dick in her mouth, I'm fuckin' her face +Live for the night, sleep in the day +Get high as fuck, sleep it away +I am a dog, you sheep in the gate +Pussy, mmm, how sweet is the taste +Gun to your head, what you keep in the safe? +Weezy, bitch, I'm deeper than space +Floating away like a leaf on the lake +I'm gone, like delete and erase +Talk that shit, I walk that shit +Pills, weed, all that shit +If the bitch is bad, I'mma call that bitch +Get pussy, ass, all that shit +Umh, what they talking about? +I go hard, they soft as a couch +I'm running 'em in and walking 'em out +Cars so cold I parked in the house +Flows so raw, this beat is pregnant +Flow so tight, it's yeast infected +Kill 'em all when they least expect it +Money tall, Lisa Leslie +YMCMB connection +Rappers is what I eat for breakfast +Woman up in my sheets is sexy +If she ain't fucking, she can exit +Gun tucked in the waist, I'll bust in ya face +I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away +[Hook] +Up up and away, up up and away +Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days +Up up and away, up up and away +Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days + +[Interlude] +Weezy (Yeah) Where ya going? (Up) +You're going a little bit too far + +[Verse 2] +Ain't this a bitch +I just saw my bitch kiss a bitch +You're lucky I don't kill your ass +But you can still get pistol whipped +Sharper than a pencil tip +Bitch don't even fix your lip +40 cal' with the extended clip +Ain't gon' be no incident +Skinny jeans, red Vans +Skully on, money long +Her mouth is like my house +So I guess you can say I'm coming home +You're wyling out then we're riding out +Now your hiding out, honeycomb +I'm laughing to the bank +Like I just broke my fucking funny bone +What's really good five? +I'm over here smoking that really good fire +Eyes so low I look blind +But the stove on my waist cook fine +I be with niggas that took lives +And niggas that'll take it outside +And niggas that'll take it to your crib +Take the baby out the crib and rape the housewives +I'm gon' get so wasted +They gon' have to carry me out this bitch +I took over this rap shit +These rappers are just my hostages +Let's cut to the chase, my bitch no habla ingles +But I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away +[Hook] +Up up and away, up up and away +Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days +Up up and away, up up and away +Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days + +[Interlude] +Weezy (Yeah) Where you going? (Ha) +You're going a little bit too far (Up up and away) +Up up and away (Up up and away) +Up up and away (Up up and away) +Up up and away + +[Verse 3] +Fuck with a nigga, if you fuck with a nigga +Fuck with me, good luck to the nigga +Straps on deck, so fuck that nigga +Leave you looking like lightning struck that nigga +Racks on deck, I'm rich as shit +I'm calling my bitch the shit +Walking around on my fuck it shit +I done did everything on my bucket list +Fuck that shit, I'm Superbad +I don't give a Hoover damn +Man, I son all these niggas +They should have a stupid tan +Ha, President Carter, vote for Lil Wayne +Sit your five dollar ass down 'fore I make change +I'm pumping your brakes, I'm jumping the gates +And I ain't got nothing to say, but up up and away +[Interlude] +Weezy, where you going? +You're going a little bit too far +(Up up and away) + +[Outro] +Up up and away (Up up and away) +Up up and away (Up up and away) +Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days +Come here, I might need you +You're gonna have to tickle me or something +I need to smoke a cigarette17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +XO Tour Life[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah... Sick shit +I been walkin' on this water, bone dry, hard times +R.I.P. baby, my phone died, but don't cry +Heaven's gates was closed, I went to Hell, there was a long line +Two hoes in the bed, it's hard to wake up on the wrong side + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Few bumps in the road, a little bump and grind I don't mind +Please know, for your fuckin' piggy bank you could get hog tied +Two Ninas on me, you fuck with me, them girls goin' wild +Guilty conscience pimpin', make my ho sit through the whole trial +I been walkin' on this fuckin' water for a long time +Molly water got me transformin' like I'm Voltron +Smokin' so much weed, I might just fuck around and hug a tree +A tree without a bird 'cause I deserve every fuckin' leaf + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +1, 2, 3; triple-OG +At the T-O-P smokin' P-O-T +From a D-O-G to the G-O-D +Got OCD and not your CD +Hit her with the D-O-P-E D +That's Dope Dick Tunechi, DDT +You could D-I-E for a F-E-E +I'll D-I-E for my S-E-T +I told my son that "Whatever the sun touch is yours, little nigga" +I told my daughter, "Don't give up your love to a poor little nigga" +I told my bitch if she cheat then she making a poor decision +I told that bitch if she leave then she leavin' the solar system +But hoes don't listen +But I'm on the road to riches, and she can't ignore the engine +I bought myself a medallion that cost an Azure, my nigga +I don't know, guess I was bored, my nigga +Tell foreign hoes "I'm El Señor", my nigga +To the Moon like Warren, nigga +He ain't the plug unless he foreign, nigga +It ain't a car unless it's foreign, nigga +And a R plus another R, my nigga +But I used to want a Ford Explorer, nigga +Had to move the trap house to Florida, nigga +Had to move The Carter by the water, nigga +But I'm still too scared to get in the water, nigga +'Bout to throw another pool party, nigga +I told a op that wherever this gun point is holes, lil nigga +Stayin' on my feet, no tappin' on my toes, like Moses, nigga +I told the cops that my car is too fast to pull over, nigga +Cool as fuck, keepin' my cool before my composure, nigga +That's poker, nigga +Playin' the cards I was dealt, and that shit almost broke a nigga +But I could be broker, nigga +But I’m watching Oprah, nigga +In my white house layin' on my sofa, keepin' it soulful, nigga +I'm a young mogul, nigga +I'm a young Hova, nigga +My office is oval, nigga +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I step out that bitch like, "What's happenin'?" +Me and that little bitch I was nappin' in +Time to run with no rubber, I'm gamblin' +Just call me the rapper, I'm Chancin' it +Got a sassy bitch, told her "I'm daddy, bitch" +Do it look like I'm playin'? Kaepernick +Niggas don't know a star from an asterisk +This that new coffin, new casket shit +My killers killin' on purpose by accident +And you passed that shit like a laxative +Ain't where or why you trap, it's who you trappin' with +For me it's about who I travel with +Never about the bitch that I be snappin' on +It's the one that the picture just snapped me with +That's 'cause I'm the shit, and all of my shit be maggot less +E + +[Verse 4: Baby E] +Yeah, uh-huh, said, yeah +This that Baby E and Wayne shit +We just landed in a spaceship +So now ain't nobody safe, bitch +It's Dedication number 6, bitch +Got a hundred in the safe, bitch +I been fuckin' on a gay bitch +Fuck your set and what you claim, bitch +It's Young Mula to the grave, bitch +I'm still finessin', and I'm still progressin' +This is tick, tick-tick, I'ma blow up any second, yeah +We the bestest, ain't no fuckin' question +It's six, six-six, 'til it's Dedication 7 +Fully loaded, money is the motive +All my bros is Gs, take a guess at what the code is +Pour a four in, fuck it pour some more in +Rest In Peace Lil Peep, we already miss you homie +[Outro: Baby E] +I don't really care if you cry +On the real, you should've never lied +Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes +She said "I am not afraid to die" +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Curtains[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I ain't nervous +I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah, nah +And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas +And that pussy shit they doin' +I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish +My nigga Drake he Jewish +I swear to god I ain't nervous, nah, hahah +Okay I swear to God I ain't nervous +I swear to God I ain't nervous +I say, I swear to God I ain't nervous +I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my serpent +Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain +I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin +Just want some mouth and lip service +And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet +That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a +I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid +For them dead presidents, we will start digging graves +I swear my momma trust my work +So I give these hoes that work +They say the best things in life are free +That's why it cost for you to get murked +And my pants sagging like fuck it - I'm still on my business +Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions +Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green +Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds +Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart +I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh +I said I swear to God I ain't nervous +I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous +And that pussy don't get purchased, ho +Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain +I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working +I like em long haired and curvy +And if niggas think it's a game +I'll leave they brains on their jerseys + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +She say she love me, that's the molly talking +She about to blow me, like a signing bonus +She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch +I'm the original gangster, he the remix +Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma? +I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor +And her birthday suit is her pajamas +She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner +I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner +I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him +I get Adam like Yolonda +Young Money Cash Money, Obama +It's fuck the world, no condom +If he twisted, I'll unwind him +And this pistol came with a silence +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +But I swear to God he heard it, yeah +And I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah +I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh +Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban +Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain +I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working +Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service +She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby + +[Verse 3: Boo] +On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving, game tight like virgins +I got a bad bitch, she Persian, call her AK when she's squirting +You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit +As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit +Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies +Ain't got no worries like Tunechi +All my chicks be bougie +Wanna hold hands then watch movies +I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it +Ain't no talking- lets get to it +Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing +Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh +I swear to God I ain't nervous +No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous +I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent +Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain +You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person +She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive +I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains +Ya13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +London Roads[Intro] +Weed and syrup, yeah +(We got London on da Track) + +[Verse 1] +All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes +I like mouth in my lap and pussy on my nose +And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove +You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road +Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine +And I swear every day, I'm on my Ariana grind-de +I got that yay, I got that la-di-da-di-da +And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan +Lord, I'm a free man like I come from Amistad +No, I come from Hollygrove, turnin' Os to octagons +I get money while I'm 'sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven +I dream I saw Lil Beezy and smoked a 'gar with Wessy +All my niggas, rest in peace, and my enemy, rest pleasant +So when my niggas creep, they catch him when he least expect 'em +Mama told me "If you run these streets, run these streets correctly" +Well, feet don't fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me +Lord knows I wear new clothes to the mall +Two hoes on my arm +Fur boots when it's warm +Church shoes to play ball +I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog +Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me +All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes +Boy, that vest won't save you, neither will heroes +Lord, they better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost +Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO +Lord, all I know is strippers, all they know is poles +All they sell is pussy 'cause they been sold they soul +Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zeros +Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold +Lord, all I know is paper, big fat money rolls +Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors +I was runnin' outta patience 'til I heard "All aboard" +They mad 'cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors +Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway +I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake +Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5K +I be spendin' 25K every 5 days +I sent my girl on a spa day +'Cause Hood just came with them chickens +I don't want you in the house, bae +Plus we need the kitchen +Lord, trap house in abundance +We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me +[Interlude] +(We got London on da Track) + +[Verse 2] +Hol' up, had to switch the flow up +Had to pour up, roll some more up +Watch me go up, my doors go up +When I show up, why you show up? +Pick my bro up, pick a O up +Hit the store up, get a soda +Get us four cups, split a four up +Then we slow up, yeah, you know us +Then we toast cups and we post up +Don't approach us, we got toasters +That's my slime, like we ghostbust +And we both bust, give no fucks +Take no stuff and take your stuff +Then ho hunt for some chocha +I know a ho who'll rock the boat +But I row her, I'm Noah, Lord +I remember when I was no one, Lord +When I couldn't find jack in no one's cards +Ms. Cita, I remember goin' in your gun drawer +Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimeters +Oh Lord, I remember dyin' on her room floor +And wakin' up in some police's arms, he died recent +So I hope Heaven made more room for him, and I hope he see me +'Cause if he didn't save that lil boy, there'd be no Weezy +Oh Lord56EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hustler Musik[Intro] +Hit me +Right in the sternum this time, T-Baby +Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know +Damn +Shit, this that hustler music +Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music +So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn + +[Verse 1] +Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one +I'ma paint the city red with this one +I'm ahead with this one +See, you fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas +No assistance just that persistence with that commitment if +I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight +I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne +And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song +See, I be ridin', just ridin' alone +With my daddy on my mind like, "You gotta be kidding" +How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing? +Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king +Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me +That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin' +So I be who I be, that's me +That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin' +[Chorus] +Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here +Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' +So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? +I'm takin' these chances +My head to the sky, my feet on the ground +My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move +Then I won't budge, won't budge +No, I won't budge, no, Lord + +[Verse 2] +Money is the motivation, facing the avenue +Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun +Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Brr), damn (Brr) +Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off +You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (Ah-ah) +Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (For sure, nigga, get you, you heard?) +Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked in +I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in +Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof +Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth +I'm like, "What it do? What it do?" +There's a full court pressure, I'm just goin' for the two +If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second +Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothin' +I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothin' +I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah +[Chorus] +Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here +Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' +So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? +I'm takin' these chances +My head to the sky, my feet on the ground +My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move +Then I won't budge, won't budge +No, I won't budge, no, Lord + +[Verse 3] +I ain't never killed nobody, I promise +And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track +And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat +That boy'll lay flat, so flat +That act is what I perform amongst you haters +Got nina in my palm and I'm masturbating +Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you sayin'? +Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in +Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba +Streets reply I look right in a four-seater +You know I be out here right in a four-seater +Top floor of the Four Seasons +Four of them whores +And they all know how to cook it up +And look I got some +And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up +See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up +We ain't on this grind for nothin', now get your hustle up +[Chorus] +Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here +Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' +So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? +I'm takin' these chances +My head to the sky, my feet on the ground +My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move +Then I won't budge, won't budge +No, I won't budge, no, Lord +Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here +Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin' +So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? +I'm takin' these chances +My head to the sky, my feet on the ground +My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move +Then I won't budge, won't budge +No, I won't budge, no, Lord + +[Outro] +Man, man, this be that hustler music +Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music, y'all +So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all +I'm asking y'all, please, please +Young Weezy got that hustler music +Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music +Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it y'all, yeah, yeah, woo +It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man +It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy +It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy +It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it +I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it go +I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it is +Better guard your kids, guard your face +Better guard your body, we warned the place +We here +Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moment[Intro] +Turn the music on +They say baby how you do it +Never question greatness, never question greatness +Tell 'em never question greatness +I just do it +I'm so high I feel weightless +All my shooters are courageous, and + +[Hook] +Ain't a moment 'til I make it +It ain't a moment 'til I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +Don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' +They got niggas catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks +And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it +(Shoot it if I wave it) +Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah + +[Verse 1] +Know you see me in that Rolls Royce, glass house, that nigga, hands down +No givin' up, no layin' down, all red, ant pile +My oldest son just turned five, I said "Lil nigga, you a man now" +Ride around with that strap out cause my Rolls Royce, glass house +I just got a text that said "Baby I just cashed out" +Whack weed get ashed out, put Persian rugs in the crack house +All y'all that lashed out, I'll come see what that's 'bout +But you don't need to call the fireman, to put a mothafuckin' match out +I can't remember my last drought, all my niggas' smashmouth +Got pure coke, brand new birds, we get 'em as soon as they hatch, slime +And you know the driveway too big when you ain't gotta back out +Paper chase like cat mouse, my nigga it +[Hook] +Ain't a moment 'till I make it +It ain't a moment 'till I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +Don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' +They got niggas catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks +And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it +Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah + +[Verse 2] +Know you see me cause my roof all in my trunk +Know he dead when the horn honk +Niggas say they kings, they lyin', boy you talkin' to a card shark +I already made my mark, please don't think I just pop corks +Got these voices in my head screamin', can't believe they're not hoarse +Bitch I've been a beast since cartoon sheets +It's real on the field, I need new cleats, outgrew these +Catch you while you sleep, turn your sheets to maroon sheets +Them choppers turn your homeboys into amputees +And that's not a good look, momma was a chef, but daddy cooked the work +Said "I know it stank but it's good" +Look, we treat them triggers like repeat buttons +Leave it all out there, or leave nothin' +Like the world a crystal ball, I keep rubbin' it +[Hook] +Ain't a moment 'till I make it +It ain't a moment 'till I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +I don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' +They got people catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks +And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it +Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah + +[Verse 3] +Can't nobody save yah +New Orleans pride and savior +Nigga this that Carter 5 +I feel like, feel like I'm on my final caper +Uh, and I'm about to smoke one, pass out, OG kush, hashed out +She only want alcohol and trees, fuck that, you gotta branch out +I camp out by a rat house, wait 'till he turn the lamp out +Still drownin' in the fuckin' money, y'all niggas look like y'all swam out +In this bitch, gats out in this bitch +She say she can come and help my fat wallet get fit +I told her that's not in this script, I don't see that in the script +I'm smokin', gettin' head, lookin' down tryna read lips +[Hook] +Ain't a moment 'till I make it +It ain't a moment 'till I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +Don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' +Niggas I had you catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks +And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it +(Shoot it if I wave it) +I tell myself + +Ain't a moment 'till I make it +It ain't a moment 'till I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +Don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'154EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So Special[Intro: John Legend] +Oohh, ooh +So special, you're so special +So special, you're so special +Oohh, ooh +So special, you're so special +So special, you're so special + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, boy shorts, wife beater +Now let me see it, I'm a sightseer +She was sleeping on me, but she's a light sleeper +I make her cum first, then I follow the leader +I talk shit, I hope it matters +We climax, without the ladder +Can't desert the future, no Nevada +Her body is a weapon, ratatat her +I spent the night in heaven, I slept with an angel +And when we finish, I swear that pussy said thank you +I said, "You're Very Welcome" I'm so well mannered +And I go down south, Louisiana + +[Chorus: John Legend] +Baby won't you spend the night +Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side +(So special, so special,so special, so special) +And if you promise me tonight, Yeah +Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl +(So special, so special,so special, so special) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Then we take a shower together, and wash each others back +And if she kick it off, I'ma run it back +And then she say my name, like I forgot it +She crazy about that dick, Lorena Bobbitt +Love be the pilot, but it's kamikaze +Yeah, body language, girl let's talk about it +Freedom of speech, Weezy a beast +Open her up like a book, read it and weep + +[Chorus: John Legend] +Baby won't you spend the night, uh +Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side +(So special, so special,so special, so special) +And if you promise me tonight, Yeah +Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl +(So special, so special,so special, so special) +So special + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, thinking bout you girl got my mind on E +You know them other niggas ain't me +Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya +Just sit on my grill, that's that tailgate for ya +I, put it together, common denominator +I tear it up like loose leaf paper +I got drinks on chill, my bedroom huge +I knock her lights out, I blow her fuse +See we don't even fuck no more, we make love +And now shes on the tip of my tongue, my taste buds +Cause she my honey bee, yeah, buzz buzz +And now I'm itching and scratching, that's that love bug +[Chorus: John Legend] +Baby won't you spend the night +Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side +(So special, so special,so special, so special) +And if you promise me tonight, Yeah +Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl +(So special, so special,so special, so special) + +(Girl I got that 12 play for ya) +(So special girl, so special to me)13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Famous[Chorus: Reginae Carter] +Welcome to your name in lights +All the lighters in the sky (Yeah) +You must be famous +This is how you live your life, different city every night (Yeah) +You must be famous, famous + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'ma be on the TV, mama, Pac voice +People point at me, say, "Oh my God" +They got a point +Tried to blow my nose and blew my mind +It's mind-blowing +And gold diggers dig until they find oil +And I'm sittin' here reading what was written 'bout what I do, what I didn't +I ruined relationships before my image, but +All I ever wanted was everybody's attention +'Cause most people are nobody 'til somebody kill 'em +Probably thought that my career be short and sweet +Wishin' I was in your shoes, I'd take them off and find a beach +And superstars don't sparkle, we high-beam +And you can't spell fame, without me +And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet +Like, "Thank God, fuck fame, and thank me" +'Cause superstars don't sparkle, superstars beam +I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream +I'ma be on the TV, mama +[Chorus: Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne] +Welcome to your name in lights (Woo!) +All the lighters in the sky (I must be famous) +You must be famous (Yeah, oh my God I must be famous) +This is how you live your life (Yeah) +Different city every night (I must be famous) +You must be famous, famous + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Rich and famous, it's better to be rich and famous +Message to my lawyer: "Don't let me make these bitches famous" +You know entertainers, sex, drugs and entertainment get so instantaneous +Simultaneous, miscellaneous, party long and hard +And pray death is quick and painless +Livin' in the spotlight, twist the light bulb when it's blinking +I'm never alone +I got my demons and my angels +Can't talk to myself, 'cause mama said don't talk to strangers +Relatives; ain't seen 'em since the grass been greener +And some people say I changed but they can't hear me jingle +I want Tina and Nancy, I get Nancy and Tina +Never question myself, unless I ask, "Am I dreamin'?" +The fan mail and subpoenas, jail cells to arenas +Car wash to the cleaners, Walmart to Neiman's +They told me time would tell +I told time to kiss my ass +And I heard, "Can you look this way? Can you look this way?" +Flash! I must be famous +[Chorus: Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne] +Welcome to your name in lights (Yeah!) +All the lighters in the sky (You must be famous) +You must be famous (I'ma be on the TV, mama!) +This is how you live your life (Yeah, yeah) +Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous) +You must be famous, famous + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +You probably thought that my career, be short and sweet +You wish that I was in your shoes, I'd take them off 'cause life's a beach +And superstars don't sparkle, we shine deep +And you can't spell fame, without me +And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet +Like, "Thank God, fuck fame, and thank me" +'Cause superstars don't twinkle, superstars gleam +I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream +I'ma be on the TV, mama + +[Chorus: Reginae Carter & Lil Wayne] +Welcome to your name in lights +All the lighters in the sky (Oh my God, I must be famous) +You must be famous (Oh my God, I must be famous) +This is how you live your life +Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous) +You must be famous, famous +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I'ma be on the TV, mama +Kiss my motherfuckin' ass13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Used 2[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes +I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi +I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin high +I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times +She used to make me dick rise, now she make me ribeyes +She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try +She used to make me love her, now she make me realize +It's money over bitches 'till the day I dizz-ie +Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side +I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Find out where he reside and find out where he hide +Run up in that bitch like, "Hey," pop-pop-pop, peace sign +Percocet, promethazine, you can call me P-Rod +Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile +You goin' at my slime then you're going at me, slime +Your blood all over the scene, it look like red cheap wine +I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time +Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes +Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes +And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5 +I remember you, I was never into you +I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you +And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you +They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose +Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth +Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out +Oh my God I'm flipping out, flipping out then dipping out +I tried to turn the fuckin' page, oh my God, I ripped it out +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes +I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi +Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side +I feel like Ivan Drago, lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies +If he dies, he dies +If he dies, he dies +If he dies, he dies +Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth +But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas +I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas +With my bros will smoke you niggas, like we grow you niggas +Kill your ho too nigga, and your go-to niggas +I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off +Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll +You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off +My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy +If there was beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on +Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all +And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking +Nigga spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee +Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant +I throw on the ski mask, that's a private party +Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbant +Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes +I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi +Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side +I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies +If he dies, he dies +If he dies, he dies +If he dies, he dies +Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth +But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? +I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes +Used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi +Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side +I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies +If he dies, he dies +If he dies, he dies +If he dies, he dies +Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth +But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Mulah, baby +And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5 + +[Skit: Jacida Carter] +I still don't know today +Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident +I still... I just don't.... I.... I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him after all these years +Was that a accident or did he... or was he playing with the gun +So I never really found out about what... +You know what happ-... what really happened with him and that shooting6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rollin[Intro] +G5 sitting on the runway +Big-ass chopper, call that bitch "Beyoncé" +This for my dogs locked down all day +Money, power, respect: three the hard way +I put some real niggas on their feet, boy +So they'll kill anyone for me, boy +Yeah, YMCMB, boy +Young Tunechi, fresh to death, Rest In Peace, boy + +[Verse] +My gat bang, your hat hang, I ride off with Mack Maine +I drink Patron straight, you niggas keep that champagne +My Pa is the Birdman, I'm rich as a white man +I come to your show and kill you and your hypeman +We rollin', let's roll out, my bitches don't hold out +They got Marley G, I gotta bond my lil bro out +Let my dreads grow out, my bitch got a blow out +Mi casa, su casa: my house is a ho house +Only fuck with real niggas, Polo, fuck that Hilfiger +Yeah I'm on a pill, nigga, feed you to my lil niggas +Shout out to my big homies, Fee-Fee and T-Streets +Scope on that AK, make me take a sneak peek +T, roll another one, razor blade under tongue +You ain't never seen this watch, nigga, this a one of one +You niggas is Honey Bun, your girlfriend a ton of fun +Chopper with a drum, motherfucker, give the drummer some +Blunt fat like my blunt a thumb, suck a nigga dick or somethin' +Pop that pussy for me, then wild out and give my niggas some +I'ma do my thing, I put that on Nicki Minaj +I need a bad redbone to come give my dick a massage +I'm talking big money, I'm talking heavyweight +I cut down on the syrup, now I'm in better shape +I'm from New Orleans, nigga, where you ain't never safe +You fuck with me, I drop you off in front of Heaven gates +Okay, jump off a building, jump out a window +Smoke like a junkie and fuck like a nympho +Drink like a goldfish, that's right, you know this +Hold up; Click-clack! Okay, I'm reloaded +Fuck with Lil Tunechi, I'm good, I'm Gucci +Wild as Ryu, I hit you with that "Hadouken" +My money too long, nigga, my weed too strong, nigga +Fuck everybody, I'm in my own zone, nigga +[Outro] +And every time you see me I'm wet, and I'm rolling +Tunechi, Rest In Peace, fresh to death and I'm rolling +'Bout to fuck a bitch I just met 'cause she rolling +Nigga, we rolling, nigga, I'm rolling +Gotta keep a towel, I'ma sweat 'cause I'm rolling +Goin' at a bitch nigga's neck 'cause I'm rolling +Damn, ma, I ain't come yet 'cause I'm rolling +Bitch, I'm rolling + +[Outro] +Young Mula, baby +Sorry for the wait26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +YM Wasted[Intro] +Ha... +Take it, FATBOI +No Ceilings +Ugh + +[Verse] +Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it +President, got 'em in the White House naked +Looked at the clock and it say, "Right now" +Get a pound, break it down, blow it like trial +Panatela Dutchie, wine in my tall glass +Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass +Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back +Bugatti, matte black—"Where they do that at?" +South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To' +My life is a video and the women want they cameo +I just want them pantyhose, and I’m higher than Ger-an-imo +And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical +Now, pop that pussy like a four-four +I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low blow +It’s Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest +We done put them other niggas on a hiatus +Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data +'Cause I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter +I make my girl cum first; then, I arrive later +I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha! +G—Getting money like, "Hell yeah" +This shit so good, it don’t even smell bad +And you can tell Dad that I’m a motherfucker +You niggas bet' not slip—Ice Road Truckers +Light-pole barrel, chopper stupid-long +New Orleans nigga, I get super-dome +Loyal to the game, the game been good to me +Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, ha! +We on, nigga; let—let them hoes know +Young Money lay 'em down like old folks +You coming with it? We coming for it +Plenty to go around—now, watch the money orbit +Real shit, people; now, just absorb it +I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring +And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it +And I don’t like to brag, so my bitches brag for me +Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming +She give me hot head, I call it "global warming" +If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now +I—I—I am more animal than the zoo allow +Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while +You niggas Little League, call 'em Curaçao +Energizer money: it keep going +I’m laid up, I’m free-throwing +Who rebounding? Who gives a shit? +Fuck that, I got 27 years of this +Hit or miss, I hit your missus +You are local news; I’m 60 Minutes +I—I hit the target, I hit the witness +I work out in my office—guess I’m fit for business +Too many visions, completed missions +Still icing out crosses—keep it Christian +We consistent, the streets commend it +Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "Forensics" +From start to finish, Usain Wayne +OK, you doing your thing? Well, things change +You plain-Jane, I’m diverse +I save the world second, and I get high first +I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet +Bitch, I bring the noise where the lions sleep +Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy +I’m always good, like Grandma cookies +Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer +It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer +She going down like the hands on my time-ticker +I’m always strapped—Vietnam, nigga +We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose +We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose +Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows +Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes +Young Money, baby, and the building grows +As we look up—where did the ceilings go? +[Outro] +Hahaha +No Ceilings28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Me[Intro] +The hottest under the sun (who dat?) +Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man +And you already know that, pimpin' +Cash Money Records, where dreams come true +Fuck up my dream, somebody gon' die tonight +And you already know that, pimpin' +Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang + +[Verse 1] +Un-fucking-believable! Lil Wayne's the president +Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate +I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been +I'm married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline +It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him +The ground shall break when they bury him—bury him? +I know one day they got to bury him +Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the Devil in +People, it's just me and my guitar +Yeah, bitch, I'm heavy metallin' +You can get the fuckin' Led Zeppelin +Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen +And we hold court and take your life for a settlement +Yes, I am the best—and no, I ain't positive, I'm definite +I know the game like I'm reffin' it +This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the New Testament +And I'm the God, and this is what I bless 'em with +[Chorus] +Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me +Baby, I'm me, so who you? +You're not me, you're not me +And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care +I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire +I know that ain't fair, but I don't care +I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire +Yeah, Junior + +[Verse 2] +It's Cash Money over everythang +It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein +I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud +What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd +And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug +Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug +And dear Mr. Ronald Williams +To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim +Cash Money million-heir to the throne +Goin' at their heads, like hair in a comb +Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm +Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb +Young Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses +And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness +And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished +So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen +[Chorus] +Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me +Baby, I'm me, so who you? +You're not me, you're not me +And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care +I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire +I know that ain't fair, but I don't care +I'm still a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch + +[Verse 3] +Last year they had the Grammy's and left me in Miami +Sleepin' on a nigga like I'm rappin' in my jammies +I'm rappin' when you sleep +I was rappin' when you were in jammies +Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny +I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne +I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain +Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain +Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint—let's go! +Niggas don't wanna see me ‘cause I'm better in bold +The only time I will depend is when I'm 70 years old +That's when I can't hold my shit within, so I shit on myself +‘Cause I'm so sick and tired of shittin' on everybody else +I try to tell you like I'm sayin' somethin' +I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff +And now nothin' gonna stop me, so just envy it +Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit, ha ha +[Chorus] +Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, bitch I'm me +Baby, I'm me, so who you? +Fuck you , you're not me +And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care +I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire +I know that ain't fair, but I don't care +I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch! +[Outro] +The hottest under the sun (who dat?) +Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man +And you already know that, pimpin' +Cash Money Records, where dreams come true +(Who dat?) Somebody gon die tonight +And you already know that, pimpin' +Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Marvin’s Room[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Dana texted me and said she wanted to see me +Then sent a picture of her in the mirror +No clothes on, of course and she want that dope dick +Hello, world, I'm the dope dealer +I love it when she talk crazy +That dick make her walk crazy +That last time was awesome +All the lines, we crossed them +I ain't a killer but don't push me +I OJ Simpsoned that pussy +Yeah, that's the shit +Pussy taste so good, make you smack your lips +I don't know about you, but I'm a beast with mine +She said she waiting for the Carter 69 +I told her "Sorry 4 The Wait" +I value her time like an Audemars-Piguet +And we gonna stay current like the water in the lake +Yeah, we gon' fuck around like we fucking in a circle +Pardon the slur, that's the purple +It feels so real like it's virtual +Any kind of position, she's versatile +And she take it every way except personal +Yeah that's my bitch +Pussy wetter than a wishing well, I wish +I was in it right now instead of making this song +Hut one, hut two, I run it in the end zone +Don't trip when I say I can't see ya +And she say she working on her career +Smoke got our eyes looking like we from Korea +We floating but I'mma rock the boat like Aaliyah +RIP, shorty got me +Shorty knows I fucks with her, hardbody +Shorty fine by me, Spend some time by me +It's a jungle out there, come and climb my tree +I know what's on your mind, fine +We can do whatever that is +She tell me that it's mine, I said, "Fine" +Shit, I was taught to live and let live +So live it up baby, giddy-up baby +It's your world, ain't trying to interrupt +But maybe we moving too fast +But fuck it, let's crash +One day we gonna have to leave our love in the past +But for now I feel lovely, I feel great +I slide in: safe +Yeah, yeah, all that good shit +No, I ain't a player, I just play it by the bullshit +And I know what I'm doing, she loves how I do it +She throw that ass back and she never over-do it +She call me "baby" and I call her "bae" +Sorry for the wait, Carter 4 on the way! +August 29th...22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +B.B. King Freestyle[Verse 1: Drake] +Ayy, the blues is now kickin', and dinner is three Michelin +I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin' +Know that I need discipline +I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin' +Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es +But we are not equivalent, dawg +I been an only child, don't need siblings +And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay +Man, if you saw what I flew here, you'd be like, "He's sickenin'" +If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it +Classics, I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin' +Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish the way that it stays doublin' +I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments +Whatеver they're doin' with my cash is vеry troublin' +Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin' +Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin' +When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus-in' it +So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it +Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it +Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it +Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it +Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up +I'ma make you bounce out this ho like Big Freedia +Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two-liter +First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater +Before that, I got the bedroom hot with a space heater +On top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's real +But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours +Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure +I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her +Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her +That's the only way I know how to express love +My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove +All them jokes about Aubrey, they got me messed up, for real +I come with a lot of complications inside me +It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me +Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me +Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me +Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy +Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Mhm, yeah, mhm +Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy +Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me +Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin' +Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets +The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics +The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana +Tommy gun on the counter, I call it Mr. Thomas +That'll keep niggas honest +I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages +Decimal point money, these numbers too steep for commas +I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond 'em +Got a two-seater problem +Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out 'em +Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind 'em +I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers +I keep it too G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers +Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose +She especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose, perfect +I'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical person +Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses +All I gotta be is all that I can possibly +She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me +I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies +You fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry +'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your lima bean at your mama feet +I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes +They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall +I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours +I'ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda Accords +Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls +Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms +Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth +Holla at your boy4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bill Gates[Verse 1] +Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of Vans +If them niggas keep tripping they can share an ambulance +Throw up blood with my hands +My gang popping niggas +Smoke that Kiesha, not that Reggie +For you name dropping niggas +All day I do it, I do it like Tony +Got a sign on my dick that say "Bad Bitches Only" +I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt +Man I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked +Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pew +Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too +Yeah all my niggas nuts and I'm a loose screw +Bitch I get big bucks, pockets on Bruce Bruce +Yeah I talk that shit, bitch I got bread, bitch I got toast +Welcome to The Murder Show — I am the motherfucking host +They call me Weezy F. Baby, yes I do the fucking most +I'm at their throats until they choke +The God has spoke +I need a smoke break +(Smoke break…) + +[Hook 1] +Now let it breathe, Tune +It go; all these bitches, and niggas still hating +I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating +Got a list full of problems +I'll tend to them later +Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man +All these bitches and niggas still hating +Yeah I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating +Got a list full of problems +I'll tend to them later +Yeah, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her, man +[Verse 2] +It go; dark-ass shades, I can't see them haters +Now eat these fucking bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter +Dress like a skater, ride on you like Shaun White +I'm high all day, you can call that shit a long flight +Every night's a long night, every day's a holiday +I don't fuck with squares, now do that mean I'm out of shape? +Yes I talk shit, got to defecate to conversate +Weezy fuck the world, yep I fuck it 'til it ovulate +Get her to the crib, get in that pussy and just dominate +Weezy F. Baby and the 'F' is for fornicate +Polo Ralph Lauren, bitch, that's what my pajamas say +Big tall glass of some shit you can't pronounciate +Boogers in the bezel of my watch with the vomit face +And still I do not give you motherfuckers the time of day +Pistol in your mouth, I can not make out what you trying to say +And if they want a war +Then tell them motherfuckers "Bombs away" + +[Hook 2] +Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating +Man, I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating +Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later +And life is a bitch, but I appreciate her +Man, all these bitches, and niggas still hating +And I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gateing +Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later +Man, life is a bitch, but I appreciate her +[Outro] +Let it breathe tune +Just let it breathe tune, yeah +Young, Young Mula, baby +Young Mula, baby +Young, Young Mula, baby +Just let it breathe tune22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sure Thing[Intro] +Ugh! +Twist made me do this +Paw-Paw in here with me, T in here with me +Ugh + +[Verse] +Kush in the Swisher, money over bitches +Never kill a woman, unless she a witness +All about my business, survival of the fittest +She let me hide my weed in her titties +Bitch, I got the cash, in a rubberband +I got the Glock, already cocked, boom! +Fucking with a nigga, meet my motherfucking goons +Sorry 4 the Wait, Carter IV coming soon +Light it up, cause I’ma smoker +She tried to deepthroat, I fucked around and choked her +It’s Young Money, motherfucker, game over +Shots leave your body, looking like you doing yoga +And Lord knows I'm a sinner, pain pills for dinner +Bitch, I'm getting money like I got a money printer +Got a chopper and a trimmer, shooting like Jimmer +You coming in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer +I ain't worrying bout y’all, sitting on my Hog +While Miss Anita Baker sing "You Bringing Me Joy" +I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys +And we all yelled, “Fuck you, bitch!” and kept going +I'm on, and that’s right, baby +I ain't going out this bitch without a fight, baby +One request: please don’t bite, baby +I got some bomb-ass pussy from a white lady +I ain't lying, I’ma shine like a nickel or a diamond +I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind +Girl, stop talking that shit +Go'n suck a nigga dick for a new outfit, hahaha +And even if the sky come falling +Bitch, I’ma still be high +I got faith in my weed man +My lil niggas got yay' by the bean bag +Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass +And that red bandana is the team flag +Yeah, all up in your fucking face +Tez pushed the album back; sorry for the wait +[Outro] +Yeah +Yeah +Yeah +Uh-huh19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Beat the Shit[Hook] +Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone +And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga +Man, it stink in this bitch +It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit +So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga +I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +We shit out that pussy-ass nigga +Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga + +[Verse 1: Gunplay] +BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! +I’m a knuckle-throwin' knucklehead, what that motherfucker said? +Bring that ruckus up in here, throwin' bottles, chuckin' chairs +Got the pretty models duckin', breakin' heels and chippin' nails +Turn around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo +Climbin' up a Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new +Spilling Gin and jungle juice, and I got that lumber too +And I brought a fuckin' zoo, tear this shit up and chuck a deuce +This triple C, they Triple L, lames love to lose +A hundred million in my horoscope, 'bout to show you a horror show +Boot you fuckin' head off your collar bone +Them niggas 'cidal bums flinchin' at the sight of arms +Pussy niggas ain't eatin', but we fry the farm +Beat a nigga down 'til he left without a vital sign +[Hook] +Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone +And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga +Man, it stink in this bitch +It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit +So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga +I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +We shit out that pussy-ass nigga +Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I run off in your fuckin' shit, damn, now I got shit stains +All these fuckin' tattoos, and I ain't got one bitch name +Got a pocket full of ass-whoopings, I'm givin' 'em out like nicknames +What's up with your fist game? You'll catch a hook, fish hang +Watch me cock the Nina, call that rough sex +Knock your head off, you just a rough neck +And if I'm shootin' at ya, nigga, all net +Ain't no world peace, just Ron Artest +Dick-in-a-booty-ass nigga +Die-quick-in-a-movie-ass nigga +Extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie-ass nigga +Get beat like a drum, music class, nigga, BRRRRR +Life is a gamble, dyin' is your best bet +Got a scope on the pistol, give your ass fresh breath +Give my fist a kiss, nigga +[Hook] +Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone +And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga +Man, it stink in this bitch +It must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit +So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga +I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +We shit out that pussy-ass nigga +Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +What's really good, nigga? I'm feelin' good, nigga +Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes +A pussy-ass nigga always kill a good nigga +I'm high as Heaven, I'll pop the reverend and stop the wedding +Got more money than memories in the bank, don't forget it +Clean em up my team is up, I'm high as Scotty, beam me up +They say we all gotta pay the price, fuck it, man, ring me up +Fuckin' right I skate, ho, pussy is my scapegoat +And all these pussy-ass niggas that's hatin', kiss my ass, besos +I'm a genius, take notes, I'll split your egg to the egg yolk +I'll be dead before I be dead broke +Still burn money, my bread toast +Fuck it, if you got it, spend it, nigga +But just keep your two pennies, nigga +Start shit and I'll end it, nigga +Don't open your mouth, I'm a dentist, nigga +Lil' Tunechi... give my fist a kiss, nigga... (SO!) +[Hook] +So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga +I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga +We shit out that pussy-ass nigga +Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga + +[Outro] +Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone +I'll bring it to your chest, make you king me like Kong, my nigga +What you drink in this bitch? +I'll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, nigga28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +D’usse[Produced by DJ Nasty & Lee Majors] + +[Intro] +This motherfucking D’usse got me sweating and shit... +Word to God +Hov, fuck with ya boy +C5 + +[Verse 1] +Okay nigga, I got 'em, point 'em out and I got 'em +Let 'em get a lil buzz, then we robbing for pollen +We ain't killing no minors, you niggas still in the minors +And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup +I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas +Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga +I been did my time, I'm getting better with time +But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard +I been balling since cornrows, still ducking the narcos +My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal +Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed +I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah +Blessings on top of sins, resting with topless twins +Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens +In the restaurant, I’m with Slim, wrestling with lobster limbs +Talking about some M's, it's sounding like gospel hymns +Yes, lord +[Interlude] +We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro +Tina turn up in this bitch +We got Lauren in this bitch +Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky +Steph in this bitch +Yah dig? +What’s up Brandon!? +Lego! + +[Verse 2] +Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin +Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage +The world is mine, I am selfish +I am a shark, fuck them shellfish +Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis +Nigga, please +Pops treated mom like Billie Jean +Like hot sauce, I put it on everything +I'ma give that fucking woman everything, everything +Here we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio +She say "Tune, do me slow" +How many fish did Hootie blow? +I don't know, fuck who knows? +I got a redbone with two golds +And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson +That bitch gonna need a new nose +I ain't got time for you hoes +Shit I only have two goals +And that is "Get Money, Get Money" +Now I'm riding 'round the city with the top off the Maybach +Looking for a motherfucking spot we can skate at +Elvis left the building and I take these hoes to Graceland +And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams +I ain't stunting these niggas +Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chung to these niggas +Wayne-chung bitch! +More than one bitch +This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch +From New Orleans, niggas dying over dumb shit +You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip +Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon +Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? +I might get money, fuck bitches +Kill niggas and smoke weed +I'm married to this real shit +And I'm a wife beater, no sleeves +Do it for my hood +That 44 ain't no good +You better bring that chopper +Cause we gonna have them choppers +Yeah I do it for my hood +That 45 ain't no good +You better bring the chopper +Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga +We gonna have them choppers +We gonna have them choppers +You better bring the chopper +Cause we gonna have them choppers, yeah +We gonna have them choppers +We gonna have them choppers +You better bring the chopper +Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga +Mula! +[Outro] +My nigga Hood in this bitch +Still on that D'usse +Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother +He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse +Threw up on the owner +Owner talkin' about he wanted his money back +He wanted half of the money back +Twist took all the money and left +That's some Young Money shit +Soo Woo to the B gang +Rest in peace Cedar Frogg243EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Romance[Intro/Outro] +I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance +I fucked you on your job, and that's romance, that's romance, that's romance +And I don't give a fuck, but I got to, I got to yeah yeah +They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut +And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance +We fuck and crash that's romance, that's romance, that's romance +Ok + +[Verse 1] +Fuck my hand, suck my thumb +Be a lady and buy me lunch +Send me cards, make me read +But don't send me no flowers unless it's weed +Cause I'm that nigga, she say Im that nigga +She ain't got a man but act like I'm that nigga +She check my phone, what's that 'bout? +Any other ho I would've cursed her ass out +But that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance +She kiss my ankle when I twisted my ankle +She even did anal when she don't do anal +My bitch, I'm thankful, let's hold hands (Can we?) +Let's slow dance (shall we?) +And we gon be like 1, 2, 1, 2 +She said Im the one, girl you the one too +I stand up in that pussy like a sunroof +Yeah +[Hook] +I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance +I fucked you on your job, and that's romance, that's romance, that's romance +And I don't give a fuck, but I got to, I got to yeah yeah +They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut + +[Verse 2] +Ok, now give me coochie at my mama's crib +On Thanksgiving everybody's listening +All your home girl's bad and they're our guest +Let'em all in and I'll play chef +That's romance cause we so real +She said she cannot take the pain, if it ain't a pill +She said fuck these hoes, they just mad +We fucked a ho together, that's romance +If you got cups then I got dranks +I take my rubber off and put that money in the bank +I ain't your friend, fuck that shit +Tryna find another me girl good luck with that shit +Cause + +[Hook] +I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance +I fucked you on the table, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance +And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah +They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut +[Intro/Outro]11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sh!t[Intro] +I'm so sorry, so sorry... woo +This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +And I'm so sorry + +[Hook] +Uh +Sorry for the wait, nigga +Glock 40 for them fake niggas +Throw a party every day, nigga +That's an ordinary day, nigga +Bad bitch in mi casa +No mi casa su casa +My choppa go Doom-dada +Dayahyahyahda! + +[Verse] +Tunechi, bitch +On my Future shit +I'm too legit +I sleep on a crucifix +I wake up cranky and turn into a lunatic +Then shoot my bitch +Behind orange juice and grits +Uzi clip +I need another Uzi clip +I shoot to kill +These pussy niggas shooting bricks +I'm too for real +Your head just a souvenir +She wanna get it off her chest +But her boobs too big +I'm bumping Carter 5 +On a iPod +My bitch mad as hell cause it ain't out yet +She said "Soon as these niggas hear your new shit +They gon' have to give they styles back" +I said "You too cray" +She said "You too humble" +I said "You too, bae" +She said "You too sweet" +Then I ask her do she go both ways +She say "They do say love is a two-way street" +I say "Oooh" +Talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me +Treat that girl like cuisine +She gon' wanna shoot scenes +Put my dick in museum +I'm gon' die on my feet +Never knees in the dirt +Never dirt on my knees +I'm just serving these fiends +Sell birds to the bees +I sell birds to the trees +"Tune, I heard you don't sleep" +I'm allergic to dreams +I don't twerk, but I tweak +For that purple, that pink +Yeah you see what I'm saying +Like you heard what you see +I'm a verbal disease +I'm allergic to me +Been a turd on these streets +Since my curtains was sheets +Chef on these beats +I'm just stirring the grease +That bitch you in love with +She working for me +I personally +Get you murdered this week +Like that blunt between my two fingers +I'm at peace +Word +I smirk when I squeeze +Trigger smart, street smart +I'm a nerd, I'm a geek +I'm absurd, I'm unique +Did my time at Cash Money +Time served and released +But this agent ain't free +Word +That's the word on these streets +But that shit is old news +That shit's so yesterweek +I'm just focused +Focused on my expertise +They like "Tunechi, you good?" +I'm like "Bob, yessiree!" +Now don't, I mean don't +Don't question me +Let me breathe +Dog, big dog +I cock back and shoot at ya fleas +Money long – Tree trunk +Now stand under me +Catch these leaves +I guarantee no guarantees +But repeat what you heard +You a dead parakeet +It's Tunechi, bitch +Your bitch Tunechi's bitch +I fuck her on my balcony +We watch the moon eclipse +We do unusual shit +She gonna need lube for this +'Cause I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus +We at the top of the world +She like the view and shit +From up here everybody look the puniest +The coke got her all exuberant +She doing lines like a movie script +But these are true events +Lord +I'll kill a nigga right now +I'll put a nigga lights out +Then put his body in a ice box +With holes in his body like socks +These niggas softer than +These niggas softer than nylon +So keep my name out your mouth +I hope it taste like cayenne +Looking up at the skyline +I'm thinking to my fuckin' self +"You only live twice, slime" +And motherfuck you if you fight crime +I'm from a place with a high crime rate, like Iran +We put your ass on Nightline +I'm on the grass like a python +These niggas looking at me +These niggas looking at me sideways +That's because they on the sideline +But they never tried mine +Spittin' like I'm sippin' cyanide +While my bitch sip a Mai Tai +But she wine fine +And I'm so sorry +She say "Don't be sorry" +Woo +Then she say "Don't apologize for shit +'Cause you the shit +And we know Tha Carter 5 the shit" +Woah +Woo +[Hook] +But this is that Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga +Glock 40 for them fake niggas +Throw a party every day, nigga +That's an ordinary day, nigga +Bad bitch in mi casa +No mi casa su casa +My choppa go Doom-dada +Dayahyahyahda! +Ayy + +[Outro] +And I'm so sorry for the wait too +I'm so sorry, so sorry; woo +This-this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +And I'm so sorry, so sorry157EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +DontGetIt[Intro: Nina Simone] +Baby, you understand me now +If, sometimes, you see that I'm mad +Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? +When everything goes wrong, you see some bad + +[Chorus: Nina Simone] +But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good +Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, what’s understood ain’t got to be explained +But you don't understand me, so let me explain +Heh, stood in the heat, the flame +The snow, "Please, slow down, hurricane" +The wind blow, my dreads swang +"He had hair like wool, like Wayne" +Huh, dropping ashes in the Bible +I shake 'em out, and they fall on the rifle +Scary, Hail Mary, no tale-fairy +All real, very extraordinary +Perry Mason, facing the barrel if he tattle +My God is my judge; no gown, no gavel +A hound, a rebel, down to battle +Now or never, or whenever, and the F for... +"Fucking fantastic"—fuck if you agree +I'm bright, but I don't give a fuck if you see me +[Chorus: Nina Simone] +But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good +Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +What's understood ain't got to be explained +So for those who understand, meet Dwayne +For eight and a half months, I gave Miss Cita pain +Now it's Young Money, baby—keep the change +My mama say, "Fuck 'em!" And we the same +So hello, motherfucker, you got some sheets to change +And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday? +You know, church fit, then outfit +Bright pink and green chest look house-lit +Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this—what you 'bout, bitch? +Excuse my French emotion and my passion +But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion +What are you asking? If I don't have the answer +It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula +But I know you don't understand +'Cause you thought Lil Wayne was Weezy, but Weezy is Wayne + +[Chorus: Nina Simone] +But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good +Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood +[Spoken: Lil Wayne] + +I'm watchin' TV the other day, right? Got this white guy on there talking 'bout Black guys. Talking about how young Black guys are targeted. Targeted by who? America. +You see, one in every one hundred Americans are locked up. One in every nine Black Americans are locked up. And see, what the white guy was trying to stress was that the money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail, a young motherfucker to jail, would be less to send his or her young ass to college. +See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that our jails are populated with drug dealers. You know, crack cocaine? Yeah, stuff like that. Meaning, due to the laws we have on crack cocaine and regular cocaine, the police are... only... I don't want to say only right, but, shit... only logic by riding around in the hood all day, and not in the suburbs, because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood. And um, you know, the other thing is mostly found—you know where I'm going... But why bring a motherfucker to jail if it's not gonna stand up in court? Because this drug ain't that drug. You know; Level 3, Level 4 drugs, shit like that. + +Mhm... I guess it's all a misunderstanding. And um, I sit back and think, well shit, us young motherfuckers, you know, that one in every nine: We probably only selling the crack cocaine just because we in the hood, and it's not like your suburbs. We don't have the things that you have. Why? I really don't want to know the answer. But, I guess we just misunderstood, huh? Yeah. + +You know, we don't have room in the jail now for the real motherfuckers, the real criminals, you know: sex offenders, rapists, serial killers, shit like that. Oh, don't get scared, don't get scared. I know you saw one of them sex offender papers! Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mhm. Yeah, that nigga live right down the street from you. Sex offender, on the Level 3 drug. Convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out. + +And what you got, you got daughters, son, what you got? Yeah, well you know what? (coughing) Don't stop the track. That's the good weed. + +You know what? I have a fucking daughter. You understand me? And why the fuck would you bring my neighbor to jail just because the reason why he live next door to me ain't the reason why I live next door to him? Meaning, he didn't rap his way to my fuckin' neighborhood. He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood. You move him out, bring him to jail for life, and then, you move in a sex offender. Hahaha. Then give me a paper. Haha. Is that a misunderstanding? 'Cause I don't understand it. + +Another thing. Let me take my glasses off, 'cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this. Uhh... Mr. Al Sharpton: here's why I don't respect you, and nobody like you. +Mhm, see, you're the type that gets off on gettin' on other people, haha. That's not good, no homo, and rather un-human, I should say. I mean, given the fact that humanity, well, good humanity, rather, to me, is helping one another, no matter your color or race. But this guy, and people like him, they'd rather speculate before they informate, if that's a word, haha. You know, "'spec before check," anyway. Meanin', I'd much rather you talk to me first and see if you can learn an opinion before you make one. Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton, haha. + +Hold on, I ain't finished wit' you man. Gotta pluck the ashes, mhm, hold on, um... + +Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you: You don't know me. So, if you're not gonna try to, then what you say or think about me, or whatever I do, is totally Casper the Friendly Ghost to me. And, it doesn't make you a good person to criticize before you improvise. Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither, but the characteristics fall heavily into bad's way, haha! + +But, since I am human, I am good and bad as well. But I try my hardest to stay good. And some of the things I do and say may be bad, or just not too good. But I do try. So with that said, I don't fault you. I mean, you're only human. Good or bad. but I also don't respect you, and I don't care if that's good or bad, haha. +You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson. You are nobody, to me. You're just another Don King... with a perm. Just a little more political. And that just means you're a little un-human than us humans. And now, let me be human, by saying fuck Al Sharpton, and anyone like him. + +Fuck if you understand me. I love being misunderstood. Haha, why? 'Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood. Bring the hook in! + +[Chorus: Nina Simone] +But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good +Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +IANAHB[Produced by Elew] + +[Intro/Piano Solo] +*lighter flick* +Yeah +Yeah + +[Verse] +I'm in the crib butt-naked, bitch +She say my dick could be the next Black president +Americans hate that I'm American +Medicine, I treat it like peppermints +Ugh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy +Shoot you in your fucking mouth and make you talk to me +Yeah, sometimes, I need someone to talk to +'Cause I am not a human being—part two! +Getting paid show money for walkthroughs +Letting all these hoes ride my dick: carpool +My bars passed the bar exam, no law school +Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds +Ugh, what your man doing? +I pop his motherfucking top like a canned good +And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed +And last night, I took a transformer +And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron +But my girl was sleeping with Decepticons +Money talks, man, and mine talk lecture-long +P-U-S-S-Y: my second home +I be grinding on them hoes like a half-pipe +She say, "Tunechi, you the shit; you need your ass wiped" +I say, "Before you gas me up, check the gas price" +Then I make her take this dick like advice, hahaha +She seesaw it, she suck it and enjoy it +I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids +Jose Canseco, make no mistake +Like a white boy wearing black paint, you're a fake-ass nigga +Brake pads, nigga, wait +You ain't in my weight class, nigga +Looking for the motherfucking man in the mirror +Running this shit like a faucet: Farrah +Barra-cuda, who the fuck you-uh? +I can make your bitch root for me like I grew her +Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure +90 billion bitches on my stick like a skewer, that's swag +I'm a true Blood, bitch, no fangs +Been went pro, now I'm going pro-pane +Tell a bitch, "Get off me!" Bitch, get off me! +I got her over here blowing me like coffee +Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated +And I get head while it's decapitated, haha +Think it's a game? Nigga, come play +I'm with my killer Bs, fuck bug spray +Yeah, Young Money so gangsta +I personally know strangers, it's so strange +But this girl named Dana like to go anal +Shoot him in his head—what's that? A no-brainer +Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm +I wear my heart on my sleeve, so don't be breaking my arm +I'd rather wring your fucking neck before I ring the alarm +I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me along with him +I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair +Fuck with me, your ass is grass—get a lawn chair +I was fucking before my dick started growing hair +Bitches sweating me like John Mayer or warm air +Man... Nuts and bananas +You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners? +If you fake, put a egg in your shoe and scramble +No rubber, I just fucked this piano, nigga! +[Outro: Lil Wayne / Piano Outro] +Lew! +Do you! +Whoa! +Turn it up! +Mm! +Yeah! +Hello World! +As I always say... +I... +Am not... +A human being +224EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Comfortable[Produced by Kanye West] + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah + +[Chorus: Babyface & Lil Wayne] +I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying) (Woo) +I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying) +It's all good when we making love +All I ask is don't take our love (That's all I ask, baby) +For granted, 'cause, granted +My love for you is real (Ohh) (Yeah) +And if you don't love me +Somebody else will (Somebody else) +Baby girl don't you, ever, get too, comfortable (Yeah) +(Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, to the left, to the left +If you wanna leave, be my guest, you can step +Feeling irreplaceable, listening to Beyoncé +Well, okay, I put you out on your b-day +Hey, now if you rocking with Weezy +Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe +I got game like EA +But I wanna let you play +And don't I treat you like soufflé? +Don't I look at you like I see a new day? +And don't I do what I do say? +I'm through talking so I'ma let you 'Face +And let 'Ye do 'Ye +[Chorus: Babyface, Lil Wayne, & Both] +I'm not saying this to shake you up (saying) +I'm just saying this to wake you up (saying) (Yeah) +It's all good when we making love +All I ask is don't take our love +For granted, 'cause, granted (Yeah) +My love for you is real (Ohh) +And if you don't love me +Somebody else will (Tryna tell her) +Baby girl, don't you ever get too comfortable +Yeah +(Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, let me catch my breath +Talking 'bout leaving and you ain't gone yet +And if you leave, leave correct +And I'mma send a jet to pick up the next +And if you leave, you leaving the best +So you will have to settle for less +And I am no Elliott Ness +I don't handcuff, I don't arrest +I do confess to the murder scene +'Cause under them sheets, I am a mess +Yes, baby, you're blessed +Now just don't jump your nest, come on, yeah +[Chorus: Babyface, Lil Wayne, & Both] +I'm not saying this to shake you up (Saying) (Haha) +I'm just saying this to wake you up (Saying) +It's all good when we making love (We good) +All I ask is don't take our love +For granted, 'cause, granted +My love for you is real (Ohh) +And if you don't love me +Somebody else will +Baby girl don't you, ever, get too, comfortable +(Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, it's no sweat, no sweat +I would never 1-2-3-4-get about you +Your love, your sex +You know I work you out like Bowflex +Haha, all jokes, no stress +Love, live life, proceed, progress +Make sure the neighbors get no rest +We can get together, never disconnect +Yeah, your back, your neck +Funny how that song haven't got old yet— +To us, so let's project +You stay in, never incorrect—'Face! +[Chorus: Babyface, Lil Wayne, & Both] +I'm not saying this to shake you up (Saying) (Yeah) +I'm just saying this to wake you up (Saying) (I got one) +It's all good when we making love +All I ask is don't take our love (Yeah) +For granted, 'cause, granted (Hahaha) +My love for you is real (Ohh) +And if you don't love me +Somebody else will (Irreplaceable, huh?) +Baby girl, don't you (Yeah) +Ever (Ha) get too comfortable +Don't get too comfortable, ayy +(Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +Word to God, my mama gon' like this one +Yeah +Yo, I think everybody gonna like this one +Yeah, I got one +Thank you, Mr. West +Carter... +Trey +I'm out16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sorry 4 the Wait[Intro] +Sorry for the wait, man +Album coming August 29th now +Time to let me do this thing + +[Verse] +Ain’t nobody fucking with me +First-degree murder, you can get your degree, motherfucker +And you ain’t gotta wonder about me, Wonder Woman +Tune gon' ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan +Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gonna hate +Pound of the kush, call that bitch "pound cake" +I hit it from the back and make that bitch about-face +And then I gotta split, sorry, baby, sour grapes +She whine, "Baby, don't leave" +I duck that bullshit, bob and weave +Everybody trippin', but I ain’t never trippin' +Leave your ass flatter than my new television +I'm talking 'bout money and the power, power and the money +This shit is magic: Stan Van Gundy +I'ma run this shit 'til I'm the last man runnin +Mack, light that shit, then pass that to me +Young Money, motherfucker, yeah, we that shit +Yeah, Weezy go hard like Cialis +Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho +She pop X, I smoke O’s—tic-tac-toe +And I stink 'cause I got a lot of shit on my mind +They say numbers don't lie—is that a 6 or a 9? +I stand in front of the cloc'k cause I'm ahead of the time +Knock your pussy ass off and send your head to your mom +I ain’t playing with niggas, no, sir, not me +And they can’t blindfold what my third eye see +Yeah, I was locked up, but like a bird, I'm free +And the coupe transform, no Tyrese +Hello, goodbye, where are you, Wayne? +I’m somewhere in between joy and pain +And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds +Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground +Now, ain’t that about a bitch? It ain’t never 'bout a bitch +I'll take your bitch and make her everybody bitch +Backed up by a bunch of G-ass niggas +And I just bought your girlfriend some kneepads, nigga +Eagle Street, where the real niggas hung +I'ma rep that shit 'til kingdom come +Yeah, $hort bring the drank, I bring the blunts +Fucking with me, it's blood, brains or guts, ha! +Fuck y'all, for real, though +Sleep with the hammer under the pillow +Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows +Soon as I’m done, peel off like velcro +Gone, baby, I'm stoned +Smoking on the strong, got a huge-ass bong +Swag off the hook, you can’t use that phone +Stopped at the light and put my roof back on +One time for the G’s +The niggas got it locked, the niggas with the keys +The niggas on the block, the niggas on they P’s and Q’s +Put your bitch-ass on the evening news +Jumping in the game, better read the rules +High as a bitch, yeah, that's me on the moon +Fuck with me, die soon, not late +And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait—Tunechi!20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Days and Days[Intro: Lydia Pense & Lil Wayne] +You leave your home for days and days +Yeah (Hey) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Lydia Pense] +Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither (But hey) +You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers (But hey) +Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers (But hey) +Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeño (Hey) +I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket (But hey) +Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip (But hey) +You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter (But hey) +I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble +And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat +She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat +I go tapeworm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho +Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow +I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin' +So big-headed, my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin' +My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains +Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes +Lil Tunechi (Hey) + +[Verse 2: 2 Chainz & Lydia Pense] +(But hey) Yeah, 2 Chainz (But hey) +I might book me for a show (But hey) +Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough (But hey) +That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures (But hey) +I like math, all I did was add bitches (Hey) +Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours (But hey) +It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle (Hey) +You dog her out, I tell her, hop in (Hey) +2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin +Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN +And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again +Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me (With me) +Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it (Damn) +Everything authentic (Tru), plus I named my pistols +Last name "Fuck," first name "I Don't Give A" (Bah) +Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver +So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure, yeah +[Refrain: Lydia Pense & Lil Wayne] +You leave your home for days and days +Alright, uh (Hey) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Lydia Pense] +All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks (But he—) +I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink (Hey) +I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat (But hey) +And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat (But hey) +I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious (But—) +I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss, I'ma need some more S's +Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch +That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch +I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch +Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick +'Cause I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered +These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples +I pop a nigga like a 'sicle, drop a nigga like a missle +Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fit you +Tunechi + +[Outro: Lydia Pense] +You leave your home for days and days7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Vizine[Chorus] +Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me? +Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? +But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? +Why can't I trust what I see? (MonstaBeatz) + +[Verse 1] +My-my scene just a crime scene +Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah +My team, we divide teams +Talkin' dirty money? Check the hygienes +All the dirty money get dry cleaned +Talkin' dirty money, Sam Rothstein +Had my goons kidnap your offsprings +While I was working on my golf swing +Ooh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares +It's a cold world, I got an ice grill +No one man should have all that power +If he can't afford to pay the light bill +I got a forcefield over my heartbeat +The window seal with no door key +I'm poppin' pills to feel more me +Cut off the wings now I'm soaring +And I never feel like poor me +I'd rather feel like the old me +I was born with wheels and I roll deep +I could make the devil get cold feet +Don't light the clove unless it's four leaf +Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef +On my face, I tatted me a fleur-de-lis +Should I get it covered with a coca leaf? +I could tell you better than you showed me +I could show you better than you told me +I'm an OG up in OT +And it's no sleep 'til it's roast beef +I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep +Better go figure, better go deep +Pass no judgement, pass your weed +I'm the GOAT nigga, no goatee +[Chorus] +Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me? +Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? +But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? +Why can't I trust what I see? + +[Verse 2] +Mmm, sippin' on purple like it's herbal +Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle +On turbo, you don't wan' disturb him +Momma put too much sugar in my Gerber +Damn, I done dropped too many ashes on my turban +I done seen so many titties on Bourbon +Live a different kind of lifestyle +Different color diamonds, got a nigga lookin' like sherbert +Stepped to the plate, knocked it out the park +Eat a nigga face like a tiger shark +Dressed in all red like Olajuwon +My niggas hit your safe like the Holocaust +My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Moss'd +My nigga treat the K just like a loft +Got a lawyer and an agent but I'm the boss +And my heart always racin' but never lost +Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support +Now I'm lookin' at the Robb Report +Went and looking at the final score +Bedroom got revolvin' doors +Bitches in and out smilin' more +Than children smilin' at a carnival +Ain't got nothing in common but the common cold +Big Bs nigga, honor roll +Hold up, I think I found the flow +Started from the bottom bitch +Never been monogamous, never been monotonous +Never been anonymous, money is eunonymus +Always had accomplices, always had conglomerates +Always let the chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip +You runnin' out of time so you better know what time it is +You runnin' out of tears and you runnin' out of volunteers +Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo +Cocaine price low, call that a low blow +Tunechi like Pablo, kis in the rowboat +Tunechi in the yacht though, still don't showboat +Sippin' on the slowpoke, movin' like a tugboat +Smokin' like a steamboat, fuckin' on a love boat +Better read the ransom note before you read the love note +Don't know if it's sore throat, deep throat or cut throat +[Chorus] +Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me? +Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising? +But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach? +Why can't I trust what I see? + +[Outro] +Oh why am I so kamikaze +Why can't I stay in my seat? I'm so hyphy +Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies? +Why do I love what I see? +Why me? Oh why, oh why, oh why me? +R.I.P +If you can't live in peace, then you can die in peace +As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt[Lead-In: DJ Drama] +I mean it’s simple +Can’t fuck wit us + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I got money on yo head, I don’t do my dirty work +I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work +I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me and I don’t like to curse in church +And my girl’ pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s +I mean that, believe that + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Don’t be short with that work nigga +We find out where yo ho work nigga +We follow your moms from church nigga +You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher +Get 'em Tune, I don’t really fuck around with certain niggas +Fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas +These niggas hustling backwards +Check your rear-view mirror and your side mirrors +OG Kush keep my mind clearer +That choppa get yo mind right +I got two choppers, that’s chopsticks +Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice +Been so long since I seen my eyes white +You know I smoke like dry ice +Better stay in your lane or get sideswiped +It’s going down, let me straighten up and fly right +Still can’t turn a ho into a housewife +Man, it’s like some things will never change +You ain’t got a shot in a gun range +These chumps ain’t even got chump change +Uh, yeah, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m Gotti +Check yourself before I sign it +Yeah, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon +Yeah, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot +Uh, my new car is so robotic +My new bitch is so provided, money talks, yours like no comment +Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace +Desert Eagle like the Mojave, I get my work from Rico Suave +Uh, it’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand +If you ever see me broke, write on my cast +Boy, my weed so good, I cry when it’s gone +Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone +Yeah, I’m bout to buy a machine gun +We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps +I’m sittin on some train tracks, hopin' that bitch speed up +I’m strong-arming these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yeah +I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes +Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized +Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines, I’m Tunechi Lee immortal +My name ringing, my name ringing, hello may I take your order? +I say, Testarossa over testimony +Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me +Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga +Ain’t nothing free round here but Willy, nigga +AK-47, call it Mr. Biggs +All my niggas bloods, fuck your syringe +Chop his head off, put it in the fridge +Try not to mistake that shit for dinner, Dedication +[Verse 2 : T.I.] +Hey let me introduce you niggas to America's Most +Every nigga round with me carry a tote +Sadity bitches, like a nigga Tune on the low +They just be like 10 and be doing the most +Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat +I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat +What you niggas make a year, I could do with the blow +You keep on playin with me, bet I’ll put a few in you, ho +The fate of a fuck nigga, we soon to see +These niggas sweet as perfume to me +I mean, really, like cartoon to me +Ain’t nobody fuckin with Tune and me +Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we trust +Young Money, Cash Money, they down with us +I got a bitch who want you bitch, you finna give the ho up +And don’t buck, shawty listen, you don’t really know us +We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin' for dead +I get caught with a banger, I’ma lay in the feds +In gen. pop., nigga, every day in the feds +I was chillin on the yard, really going hard +And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads +King, pussy nigga, but I'm really like a god +A-Town nigga, Bankhead, I’m about it +Everybody know to fuck with me cuz I got it18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Perfect Strangers[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Mmm... + +[Chorus] +I don't know who you are anymore +Talkin' to the man in her mirror +That been fuckin' with these bitches +And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers +Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit +But, you don't even call anymore +And you don't even care, so who am I to love anyone? +I know it's fucked up +Different city, switchin' women +Puttin' cups up, gettin' fucked up + +[Post-Chorus] +And, we don't even talk anymore +Ain't got no time to spare +So who are we to trust anyone? +And that's what's fucked up +We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other +And that's so fucked up + +[Verse 1] +Damn, love don't live here +Love, I don't live here +She say, "Why you leave your shit here?" +I'm tryna be sincere +When we both know it ain't right +She hate that we can get loose +But I can never hang tight +But, we don't even make love anymore +Actin' like our phone got our attention +Though we watchin' television, and it's painless +We act like we strangers +I just don't know who we are anymore, damn +I'm not supposed to be here +'Cause love don't live here +But I'm here, and she here +She tell me stay all night +She just want a refill +And then she want to start fights +'Bout "What about how she feel?" +She tell me I'm a cheap thrill +I know she don't mean that +She think I feed her lies +But I don't get no feedback +As she watch me pack +"Baby where my keys at?" +Kiss her on the forehead and tell her that I'll be back +Her teeth smacked +[Chorus] +I don't know who you are anymore +Talkin' to the man in her mirror +That been fuckin' with these bitches +And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers +Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit +But you don't even call anymore +And you don't even care +So who am I to love anyone? +I know it's fucked up +Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up +Gettin' fucked up + +[Post-Chorus] +And, we don't even talk anymore +Ain't got no time to spare +So who are we to trust anyone? +And that's what's fucked up +We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other +And that's so fucked up + +[Verse 2] +I was talkin' to myself the other day +My homies call me cray, my mama tell me, "Pray" +She say, "I need a day", I said, "I need a bae" +She said, "Believe in faith +Ma, they love me either way" +Hold up, wait +Let me set my alarm +You say "Don't sweat your alarm" +And now the pressure is on +So now there's sweat in my palm +But her reception ain't warm +So my deception performs +And then that silence is awkward +Like am I deaf or alone? +I got a jet in the morn' +And she upset and I'm calm +And when a woman is scorned +Is when your welcome is worn +And now her temperature's showin' +And I just weather her storm +And she expect me to stay +I be like, "Let go my arm!" +She said... +[Chorus] +I don't know who you are anymore​ +Talking to the man in her mirror +I've been fuckin' with these bitches +And it's dangerous, sleepin' with these strangers +Every night a different woman, doin' the same shit +And she say, you don't even call anymore +And you don't even care +So who am I to love anyone? +I know it's fucked up +Different city, switchin' women, puttin' cups up +Gettin' fucked up + +[Post-Chorus] +She say, we don't even talk anymore +Ain't got no time to spare +So who are we to trust anyone? +And that's what's fucked up +We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other +And that's what's fucked up + +[Outro] +She say we don't make love anymore +Actin' like our phone got our attention +Though we watchin' television, now it's painless +We actin' like strangers +Like we don't know who we are anymore +Perfect strangers11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let the Beat Build[Produced by Deezle & Kanye West] + +[Intro] +Yeah, I see you big bro +I'mma kill these niggas man, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Straight off the block with it (Block with it) +Eagle Street to be specific (Be specific) +I'm peeping at you people different +I pay my dues, you keep the difference (Keep the difference) +I can see the end in the beginning +So I'm not racing, I'm just sprinting +'Cause I don't wanna finish (Wanna finish) +They diminish, I replenish +Scientific, I'm out this world, ho +I wear bright red, like a girl toe +No homo, fingernails dirty +I've been counting dirty money since twelve thirty (Twelve thirty) +AM, weigh them, if they short, take them +Right back and spray him, amen +Yeah, I just do my Wayne +And every time I do it, I do my thing, yeah +Believe that, like a true story +Rims big, make the car look like it's two stories +If I hop out, that'd be suicide +No back seats, call that paralyze +I don't have a spine, I don't fantasize +I mastermind, then go after mine +You see I handle mine, I dismantle mine +I tote a tool box, bitch, it's hammer time +So excuse me as I nail 'em to something +I'm just repel 'em, I'mma kill 'em +Someone tell 'em, I'mma kill 'em +I'm gon' fill 'em up, his momma can't tell 'em +And the doctors can't heal 'em +I'mma kill 'em and yeah we sell 'em +I know you smell 'em +And if you want it, you could just yell it +And it be in the morning, at your 'telly +Whole ki go for twenty, half a ki go for eleven +After me there will be nothing +I Am Legend, and I Will Smith +Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch +[Chorus] +That's how you let the beat build, bitch +Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch +Let the beat build, bitch +And the beat goes +Boom B-Boom B-Boom +Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes +Boom B-Boom B-Boom, now say + +[Verse 2] +Heh, c’mon +Just a snare and a 808 +Weezy Baby on the mic, D.O.A +OK, I'd like to thank Kanye +And my nigga Deezle +From giving me this Diesel +Like an F-350 +Tank never empty +Damn everybody in the bank act friendly +Used to think my shit didn't stink, boy was I wrong +Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone +I'mma take it one-two-way back +Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap +Or the wave pool +At Blue Bayou +And I waved, fool +As I blew by you +Hello, hi you +I can buy you +But I wouldn't try you +Feed you to Piru +I know what I'm doing +I show and prove +And show improvement +And I know just to go into it +Could never amount to going through it +Whatever or how you wanna do it +We can do it like we late +Ay, wait +Deezle, let me just get the 808 +As I hit the kill switch +Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch +[Chorus] +That's how you let the beat build, bitch +That's how you let the beat build, bitch +That's how you let the beat build, bitch +And the beat goes +Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes +Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes +Boom B-Boom Boom, now everybody say, yeah + +[Bridge] +That I am the best rapper alive +I am the best rapper alive +And I will eat you alive +Think I'm lyin'? + +[Verse 3] +Damn +I'mma get in a nigga chest like a bunch of phlegm +Like a fucking ram +On the hunt for the lamb +I'mma dump 'em, man +In a dumpster can +You ain't a soldier, ask Uncle Sam +Hair nappy like Pam +Nigga fuck your plan +Fuck your man +You ain't a pimp unless you get the same bitch +To fuck your man +And fuck your clan +And all my bitches know that's my plan +Oh god damn +There's my sam–ple +Play it like that's my band +Gotta get it cleared +Suck my dick with red lipstick and don't let it smear +And I got a lot of tattoos, and I meant every tear +And I'm still on that street shit +Back to the beat bitch +[Chorus] +That's how you let the beat build, bitch +Now what's how you let the beat build, bitch +Let the beat build, they say +And the beat goes +Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes +Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes +Boom B-Boom Boom, now everybody say, yeah +And the beat goes +Boom B-Boom B-Boom, it goes +Boom B-Boom Boom, the beat goes +Boom B-Boom B-Boom, they say34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +With You[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Shawty badder than a three-year-old +Keep playing and I'ma eat her like a pita roll +I'm just saying, with my love I could feed her soul +Two-day getaway and we don't need our clothes +We at the pool and she looking like a center fold +Two tattoos but she say she getting plenty mo +She got Indian in her family, Seminole +Me and shawty go together like chemicals +And she get mad when I call other women hoes +You send her rose, I pick some flowers and send her those +Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode +Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe +I whisper in her ear then lick round her lobe +And when she check her watch, it’s never time to go +And with her brain she should make the honor roll +And when I came she caught me like a common cold + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Damn you the shit +And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit +And I don't really know how to handle this shit +But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit + +[Chorus: Drake] +With you baby +With you baby +With you baby +With you baby +With you and only you +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I say damn I must be left +'Cause you the best I ever seen, right +Shawty put me on, you got me going like some green lights +See you with your girls, they probably telling you that he ain't right +Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice +Let's get together over night +Shawty I'm a pro and you are looking like the prototype +Ms. Cita, I took your advice +Sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice +I'm cruising on the road of life but I need a passenger +Appetite for loving, ma I'm hungry like a scavenger +I be on that lavender +I be in the bath with her +Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Damn you the shit +And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit +And I don't really know how to handle this shit +But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit + +[Chorus: Drake] +With you baby +With you baby +With you baby +With you baby +With you and only you +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Now she don't know about me but I'ma put her on it +And she ain't sure about me but can't go without me +We probably ain't supposed to be together +But I wonder if our love affair could last forever +And shawty I'm with you +Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget you +Then I told her to her face +If everyone was like you, the world would be a better place + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Damn you the shit +And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit +And I don't really know how to handle this shit +But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit + +[Chorus: Drake] +With you baby +With you baby +With you baby +With you baby +With you and only you + +[Bridge: Drake] +Damn you the shit +And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit +And I don't really know how to handle this shit +But tonight +[Chorus: Drake] +With you baby +With you baby +With you baby +With you baby +With you and only you15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Go DJ[Intro: Mannie Fresh] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Grown-ups, in between, children and babies +Right about now is your boy, ya heard? +Back again, DJ Mannie Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh +Yeah, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh +Fre-re-re-re-Fresh, Fre-re-re-re-Fresh + +[Hook: Mannie Fresh] +Go DJ, that's my DJ +Go DJ, that's my DJ +Go DJ, that's my DJ +Go DJ, yeah, well Weezy Wee + +[Interlude: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] +Step up to the mic, dude, do what you do, ya heard? +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Ladies and gentlemen +What you have here is brought to you courtesy of +The young man Young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh +So what I want y'all out there to do for me is +Say this + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that's my DJ +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Murder 101, the hottest nigga under the sun +I come from under the Tommy busting a Tommy +You come from under ya garments, ya chest and ya arm hit +Pow! One to the head, now you know he dead +Now, you know I play it like a pro in the game +Naw, better yet, a veteran, a hall of fame +I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names +Ayy, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang +Put some water on the track, Fresh, for all this flame +Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard your brain +'Cause the flow is spazmatic, what they call insane +That ain't even my motherfuckin' aim, I gets dough, boy +And you already know that pimpin' +18, how I'm living? Youngin, show that Bentley +Stunna my Pa, so you know that's in me +Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me, oh! +(Let me hit the blunt first) + +[Hook] +Go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +(This is Tha Carter, oh) +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +So "Go DJ," 'cause that my, 'cause that my +(These niggas is hilarious) +Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +(This is Tha Carter, blap) +Go DJ, 'cause that my DJ +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +(Put your binoculars on, try to see me) +'Cause that my, uh, that my +Let's go +[Verse 2] +And I move like the coupe through traffic +Rush hour, GT Bent', roof is absent +Your bitch present with the music blastin' +And she keep askin', "How it shoot if it's plastic?" +I tell her, "You'll see if your boy run up" +She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up, uh, fo' sho' +Ay, Big Mike, they better step they's authority up +Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns +You niggas never harmin' Young +Fly Wizzy, my opponent's done, I'm done talkin' (shut up) +And I ain't just begun +I been runnin' my city like Diddy, you chump +I fly by you in a foreign whip +On the throttle, with a model-bony bitch, pair of phony tits +Her hair is long as shit, to her thong and shit +Well, here we go, so hold on to this + +[Interlude] +Now let's go +Hold on, let me hit the blunt again +So, go +Y'all say it with me this time +This is the, this is the, this is the +This is the, this is the, this is the +This is Tha Carter, oh +[Hook] +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (That my DJ, Mannie Fresh) +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ (Uh, that my DJ) +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +(These niggas so mad at me right now, Fresh) +Say go DJ, 'cause that my, 'cause that my, 'cause that my +(Guess what though, guess what?) + +[Verse 3] +Birdman, put them niggas in the trash can +Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trash man +I'm steady lighting up the hash, and, riding in my Jag +You will need a gas mask, man +You snakes, stop hiding in the grass +Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the blade's in your ass +You homo niggas getting AIDS in the ass +While the homie here tryna get paid in advance +I'm staying on my grizzy, I'm a bona fide hustler +Play me or play with me, then I'm gonna find your mother +Niggas wanna eat, 'cause they ain't ate nothin' +But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard +So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone +Leaving out, leaving behind just residue and bones +In your residence with Rugers to your dome +Like, "Where the fuck you holding the coke?" +Holding your throat, choke + +[Interlude] +So, go +So, go +This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this +Y’all say it with me +This is Tha Carter, oh + +[Hook] +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +(And that my DJ) +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +(Mannie, Mannie Fresh, yes, that’s my DJ) +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +(And this Tha Carter) +Say "Go DJ," 'cause that my DJ +(Call me if you’re fuckin’ with me) +Go DJ33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mess[Chorus] +Because my days is a mess +My nights is a mess, my life is a mess +My life is a mess of happiness +Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love +Fuck it, my bae is a mess +My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess +I guess, my bae is obsessed +My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless +But you gon' have to excuse my mess + +[Verse 1] +She gon' have to excuse my ex +I'ma have to excuse her pets +She gon' have to be juicy wet if she gon' ride on this Tune Express +I'ma have to excuse her text +She gon' have to exclude the rest +She gon' have to tell dudes to step +Nigga, to the left, nigga, to the left +Messy, messy on some Percocets +Smoking purple veggie, that's my herbal essence +With a curvy, sexy woman hurting extra 'cause I'm working extra +I just heard her lecture, but I swerved the questions +And reserved a section with a bunch of bitches that prefer the pleasure +It's quarter-to-seven +They just heard the shower water runnin' in the morning +Dirty Devil, I'm a mess +[Refrain] +But I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go +Now she feel like she on death row +She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost +And I can hear her teardrops echo +Her teardrops turn into XO +Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe + +[Chorus] +'Cause my days is a mess +My nights is a mess, my life is a mess +My life is a mess +My life is a mess of happiness +Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love +But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess +My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess +I guess, my bae is obsessed +My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless +But you gon' have to excuse my mess + +[Verse 2] +Yes, no pressure, it’s a jungle out here +Fell in love with a stripper, Lord, I know she got bills +But I'ma make it rain until she see a flood of ideas +Got me all up in my feelings without knowing what I feel +I'm a mess +And now she over talking about staying over +And she ask could she call her clan over? +I say that's the shit and now we asshole-ing +Now fast forward 'til the morning time +Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, makeup, and lashes +Out of place mattress, shit happens 'cause my days is a mess +[Refrain] +I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go +Now she feel like she on death row +She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost +And I can hear her teardrops echo +Her teardrops turn into Petrol +Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe + +[Chorus] +'Cause my days is a mess +My nights is a mess, my life is a mess +My life is a mess +My life is a mess of happiness +Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love +But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess +My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess +I guess, my bae is obsessed +My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless +But you gon' have to excuse my mess + +[Outro] +Yes, fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones +Fuck it more ones, fuck it, more ones +I'm​ making a mess with all of these ones +Fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones +My life is a mess of happiness +Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love +But fuck it, more ones14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fireman[Intro] +(Weezy Baby) +Shh, the fireman comin' +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-oh) +Yeah (Uh-oh, hey, I'm back), yeah +Yeah (That's right), yup (Birdman), yup +(They gon' have to call the law), uh-huh (I'm burnin', shawty) +I'm back (I tried told 'em) +What you, oh, what you gon' do now? (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) +I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) +I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) +You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) +You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) + +[Verse 1] +Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man (Uh-uh) +He-Man, ski mask, spendin' next week's cash, he fast (Oh) +And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that +I'm passin' 'em out now (Yeah), and you can't have that (Yeah) +And my chain, Toucan Sam that +Tropical colors, you can't match that (Oh, no) +Gotta be abstract (Oh, no) +You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (What?) +Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (Boy) +I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (Hey) +My girls can't wear that, why? That's where my stash at (Uh-uh-uh) +I put my MAC down (Yeah), that's where you lack at (Yeah) +She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'ma wax that (Got 'em) +I rekindled the flame (Got 'em), she remember the name (Got 'em) +It's Weezy Baby, January, December, the same (Who?) +Mama, give me that brain (Yeah), mama, give me that good (Yeah) +'Cause I'm the fireman (Oh), you hear the fire truck +[Chorus] +I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) +I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) +I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) +You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) +You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) + +[Verse 2] +Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior (Yeah) +Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (Yeah) +Raw Tune, not a cartoon (Ayy) +No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (Sexy) +I'm hot, but the car cool +She wet, that's a car-pool +Been in that water since a youngin, you just shark food (Yum, yum) +Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school (Hah) +Yeah, the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse (Woah) +Don't snooze (No) +Been handlin' the game so long, my thumbs bruised +Your new girlfriend is old news +You ain't got enough green and she so blue, yeah (Aww) +Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Yes) +Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby +Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (Yes) +Now, watch me melt, don't burn yourself, 'cause +[Chorus] +I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) +I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) +I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) +You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) +You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) + +[Verse 3] +Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (Well) +So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie +Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (Yeah) +My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right) +Half of the game too lazy (Yeah) +Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep +I'm 'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em (Woah) +Yeah, it's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (Hot) +Come on mama, let the Carter make you (Yeah) +Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry grape you (Yeah) +They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature (Yeah) +Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton (Come on) +Y'all in the race and me, I'm at the finish line (Uh-huh) +Been runnin' for too long, it's time to give me mine (Uh-huh) +Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it's I (Who?) +Weezy, allergic to wintertime, hot + +[Chorus] +I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) +I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) +I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) +You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) +You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) +[Outro] +Yeah, I-I-I-I-I got 'em +I-I-I-I-I got 'em +Ayy, ayy, B, I got 'em +Ayy, ayy, D, I got 'em +Yeah, ayy, Slim, I got 'em +Yeah, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I +I, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I-I-I +I'ma put you out38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dr. Carter[Intro: Lil Wayne & Nurse] +Where's my coffee? +Good morning, Dr. Carter (Hey sweetie) +Looks like it's gonna be a long day +Ahh, another one huh? What we got +Your first patient (Yeah) +Is suffering from a lack of concepts (Uh-huh) +Originality (Ugghh) +His flow is weak (Another one) +And he has no style (Ughhh) +What you got for him? (Tssss, okay) + +[Verse 1] +Let me put my gloves on, and my scrubs on +Dr. Carter to the rescue +Excuse me if I'm late, but like a thief it takes +Time to be this great, uhh, so just wait +Your style is a disgrace, your rhymes are fifth place +And I'm just grace, one, uno, ace +And I'm trying make your heart beat like bass +Hmm-mm, but you're sweet like cake +And I come to fix wherever your shell break +Where is your originality? You are so fake +So picture me like a gallery, capture what I say +All I need is one mic, all I need is one take +Like, hey! Brighter than a sun ray +Got a pistol on a playground, watch the gun-play +Like, no kidding, no kids in the way +But the kids do watch, gotta watch what we say +Gotta work everyday, gotta not be cliché +Gotta stand out like Andre 3K +Gotta kick it, kick it like a sensei +You gotta have faith, you gottta, gotta +Wait, wait, I think I, I think I lost him +(Flatline) +(Dial 118 please) +[Interlude: Lil Wayne & Nurse] +Good afternoon, Dr. Carter (Nurse) +I don't know about this one. His confidence is down, vocab and metaphors needs work, and he lacks respect for the game +(Uhhhh, let me see) +You think you can save him? + +[Verse 2] +Okay, respect is in the heart, so that's where I'mma start +And a lot of heart patients don't make it +But, hey kid, plural, I graduated +'Cause you can get through anything if Magic made it +And that was called recycling, r-e-reciting something +'Cause you just like it, so you say it just like it +Some say it's biting but I say it's enlightening +Besides, Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest +And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest +And Dr. Jeezy can fix you back up the nicest +Arthritis in my hand from writing +But I'm a doctor, they don't understand my writing +So I stopped writing, now I'm like lightning +And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titan +Fast and exciting, my passion is frightening +Now let me put some more vocab in your IV +Here, take this Vicodin, like it and love it +And confidence has no budget +So pay me no mind, I don't walk it like I talk it 'cause I run it +I don't do it 'cause I done it, and I'm in the emergency un-it +God dunnit I've lost another one +(Flatline) +[Interlude: Lil Wayne & Nurse] +Good evening, Dr. Carter. It's been a long day. But this one looks much better than the others. His respect is back up, concepts sound good, his style is showing strong signs of improvement. All he needs now is his swagger +Okay, let me take my gloves off then +[Verse 3] +Swagger tighter than a yeast infection +Fly, go hard, like geese, erection +Fashion patrol, police detection +Eyes stay tight like Chinese Connection +I stay tight like pussy at night +Baby, don't get me wrong, I could do that pussy right +But I'm too wrong to write, too fresh to fight +Too paid to freestyle, too paid to freestyle +Had to say it twice, swagger so nice +And don't ask me shit unless it concern a price +And I don't rap fast, I rap slow +'Cause I mean every letter in the words +In the sentence of my quotes +Swagger just flows sweeter than honey oats +That swagger, I got it, I wear it like a coat +Wait, as I put the light down his throat +I can only see flow, his blood starting to flow +His lungs starting to grow, this one's starting to show +Strong signs of life, where's the stitches? Here's the knife +Smack his face, his eyes open, I reply "What a night" +"Welcome back, Hip-Hop — I saved your life" +[Outro: Nurse] +He looks good, his vitals are up +He's looking good, he's looking good +I think we got one, Dr. Carter, I think we got one +Yep, yep, we got one, we saved him he's good +He's good, we got one, he's good +(Heartbeat) +He's good, we got him +We saved him, he's a go +He's good34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yeezy Sneakers[Intro] +Dedication 6 +See, normally this where I'd say +"And like that, we gone" +Ahh, ah, this that 6 shit +Ah, Dedication 6 +But really, we just halfway +Dedication 6, ah, ahh +This that 6 shit, ah, Dedication 6 +This just part one! +Yah, yah-ahh (Gangsta Griz-ills!) + +[Hook] +You ain't gotta lie to me +But you might have to lie for me +You might have to trap for me +You know I got mouths to feed +You know they got bitches that'd die to be +The bitch that'll die for me +Strap doves to her body and fly to me +But you get too high to me (Y'all ready?) + +[Post-Hook 1] +And you don't even believe in Yeezus +Why you wearin' Yeezy sneakers? +She ain't never swallowed semen +I don't even believe her speeches +You can't even keep a secret +Why you wear Victoria Secret +You don't even believe in peace +I'm fuckin' you with both my fingers +[Verse] +Baby I'm out your league, bitch +You know there's no more me's, bitch +You need to show more cleavage +V-neck polo tees, bitch +You need to patch your weave, bitch +You need to pack your things, bitch +You on some "I had a dream" shit +It's back to reality, bitch +She don't even roll the weed +All she do is roll her eyes +All she know is social media +We don't even socialize +I feel like North Korea +Even though we oceanside +All I say is "Mama-mia" +She don't even know her moms +All she say is "This your pussy" +She say that to most of the guys +She don't even know it's dry +I can't even open fire +She don't even close her eyes +She don't even close the blinds +She spit all over the D +I'm sticky like porcupines +She don't even compromise +I still make her cum three times +I still make her snort some lines +And make her look so surprised +I still her make her recognize +Make her exercise to a sexier size +Then I tell her how to tell better lies +Now her extra guys think she never lie +We got a better bond, we have a better time +She got a wetter pond +I cum ahead of time, and a second time +And in record time +I'm a New Orleans nigga, I make a second line +I'm a Megatron +I got her legs up like the Omega sign +And I know she rolling 'cause I checked her tires +Then I checked her eyes, she a little rough around the edges, fine +Like Checkers fries +And the X was mine +She requested five +So I gave her two and told her stretch the high +We had sex 'til nine, ate breakfast tired +Fell asleep eye to eye, thigh on thigh +Then she woke up high, like "Oh my God" and tried to rectify +But if you naked, why? +If you mesmerized be mesmerized +If you scared of love, I'm death-defyin' +Got to make your mind, I'ma make the guap +Got to take your time, I'ma take the shot +I'ma wake the block, I'ma break the lock +Then rape your thot, then shake the spot +I'ma shake your hand when I see you out +I'ma shake my head when you turn around +Cops shake they head when they see your house +We shot it up, but look like we burned it down +Hor-Horror scene, bitch +Everyday Halloween, bitch +Kidnap, hide and seek, bitch +I'm a legend like Socrates, bitch +I aim at your collard green, bitch +Bada-boom, bada-bing, bitch +I'm looking for a solid, clean bitch +I tell her "Look, honestly, bitch" +[Hook] +You ain't gotta lie to me +But you might have to lie for me +You might have to trap for me +You know I got mouths to feed +You know they got bitches that'll die to be +The bitch that'd die for me +Stickin' to a nigga like Siamese +And you just on the side of me + +[Post-Hook 2] +And you don't even like Adidas +Why you wearin' Yeezy sneakers? +She ain't never had a threesome +I dont' even believe her speeches +She don't even believe in freedom +But all she giving me is freebies +You don't even believe in peace +I'm fuckin' her with both my fingers + +[Outro] +6 shit +To be continued +D6!8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lay It Down[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Cut the music up + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +YMCMB, bitches call me "Tunechi Li" +I be with niggas that shoot police +I keep that iron, you can get creased +And if she say she didn't fuck—bitch, you're lying through your teeth +They say, "It cost to be the boss" +The ones in jail wish they were free +Niggas call me "Hi-C" because I'm high, as you can see +Niggas say they paid they dues; well, I'm checking your receipt +Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat +Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, "Who but me?" +Got your bitch bent over, nigga—hands to her feet +Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef +'Cause all my niggas well rounded +Don't fuck with none of these square niggas +Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas +I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California +I hit it sideways: caddy-corner +Then she catch that nut like pneumonia—Lil Tunechi! + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Lay it down, ho (Haha), lay it down, bitch +Lay it down, ho, lay it down +Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down +Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down +Put the money on the couch, nigga +Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga +Put the money on the couch nigga +Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga (Yeah) +[Verse 2: Cory Gunz] +Start it up: vroom, vroom +Uppercut a bitch out the bus: boom, boom +Unless I get the brain: pum-pum +She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train: zoom-zoom +Tryna get paid too soon, one deep +One sweep away in a room-room +We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches +I don't know what the fuck they doing, Tune +My syrup purple, my turf Earth, my birth circle, I'll dirt surf you +I squirt-murk you, my verse hurtful +My shooters still got curb curfews +Y'all bout as hot as Von Dutch, y'all not gone harm much +Hijack y'all some prom bus; ain't no retreat but my arms up +No graffiti, my bombs up +It's Young Money in this shit until a nigga dead and gone +If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on? +I'm betting the wedding's off when e'erything wetted on +Point 'em out, Truk your life, fuck your style +Fuck with me, you a bucket foul +Niggas'll buck your smile for a dunking pile +You better duck it, pal + +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj] +Lay it down ho (Yeah), lay it down bitch (And I smoke) +Lay it down ho, lay it down (Lil Tunechi) +Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down +Lay it down, lay it down... (Hahaha, mhm) +[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] +Shawty, what's your name? Is you trickin'? Is you paying? +Is you sniffin' on that 'caine? What the fuck, is you saying? +If you getting it, then you getting it +It's my money, I ain't splitting it +I ain't tripping it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it (Tipping it) +Came out the bank—Bye, teller!" Give a bum money—"Hi, fella!" +Bad lil' ho, high-yellow, brand new Rolie, Sky Dweller +Just left from Dubai, flew private-eye +I made a million dollars, swear to God, that ain't no lie +I said, them niggas was popping, fake niggas be watching +My black glove be dripping wet, but I got my Cochran +Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine +The Maybach ain't poppin, if it ain't got no par-tah-tion +Oops, I mean "partition"; it's all a part of my vision +I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition +I said, "Oops, I mean 'partition,; it's all a part of my vision +I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition," hehehe + +[Outro: Nicki Minaj, w/ Lil Wayne] +Fuck wrong with you bitches? +I don’t give a fuck +You don’t hear me, you don’t see me—bitch, you gon' feel me, ho +Young Money, Young, Young Money nigga +Young, Young—lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down +Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, aah!12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Outro[Produced by Willy Will] + +[Verse 1: Bun B] +Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" +Big Bun Beeda but you already knew that +Live from the state where they chop it and screw that +You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) +Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man +Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand +Get out my mix, man, just gon' get you stuck +Deeper in the quicksand with no easy fix, man (damn) +No tricks, man, those is for kids +Kush in my cigar and hoes in the crib +Drank and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge +You fuckin' with P.A. so you know what it is +I'm sittin on the fours that clack +Comin' down candy in the golden 'Lac +We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs +Said we do it for the Pimp so no holding back, let's go! + +[Verse 2: Nas] +Look who crept in, crept-crept in +Look-look who crept in, look-look who +L-l-l-look who crept in with automatic weapons +Reppin' QB 'til the death of him +That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants +Like Kanye West and Em +Track record, goes back to the Essence +Smack adolescents who ask who the best is +I'm nasty like gas from a fat man's intestines +I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast +Gut 'em like a gastric bypass +But ya Nas advocates actors seem +To get typecast in the same role +Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow +Cocaine white Range Rov' +Tats on my body like an art exhibit +I did real good for a project nigga +Was once a Bacardi sipper +Now it's Chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers +Guns in compartments hidden +I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga +Blessings, bowed down, respected +Chowed down, now my food's digested +Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs +That'll bust louder than the noise that I just spit +Let's get one thing straight +That my crown ain't for testing, testing +Chop heads off like King Henry the Eighth +Guillotine to your neck, bitch +I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb +Been in this shit since '91 +Niggas can't fuck with the style I use +Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum +Calm now, was a wildin' dude +Studied Taoism and made power moves +Watched Wild Planet, seen lions devour food +You can say that's how I move +A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas +But yo, my nigga Wayne +Let them niggas hate, 'cause like my nigga Drake say +"We ain't got time to respond to niggas" +[Verse 3: Shyne] +I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street +Poverty and desperation made me everything I be +I'm a shotta when I pop up with them poppers, burn ya block up +Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham +Word to Poppa, Blood, Bl-Blood gang, five +It’s that Blood gang five but green is the bottom line +I run this town, I ain't gon' lie, they run they mouth, they ain't gon' fire +They actin' like they ain’t gon' die, until I let them 'llamas fly +Flatbush to Bed Do-or-Die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi +Poverty and heroine, it’s no place for a juvenile +Put greed in our heart, it’s the green that we want +Cash Money is the company, and Weezy the boss! + +[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] +They say I’m underrated, but un-compete-with-able +Hm... Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable +Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable! +And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible! +They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end +That’s when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth +Got 'em sayin' "There he goes again!" +See now, they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything +Now let me dominate it, nigga run +And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on everything +And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun +I gotta make it what they want and wake ‘em when I come +And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to another place +Ain’t no fakin’, ain’t no kind of mistaking +How I be breakin' up everything +And be creating a s-s-s-situation when I'm done (Damn!) +You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich +And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch! +Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick +What the fuck you niggas still hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch? +Okay, now enough of that, see now I’m out the door +Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother classic with "Tha Carter IV"17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Demon[Verse 1] +Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate +She's sleepin' very gently so now they're startin' to enter it +And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany +Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy +Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally +And love die physically, my love cry miserably +Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me +She fucked thy niggas, see now they both iggin' me +But demons got dignity, demons got memories +I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin' +'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin' + +[Bridge] +A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands +She agree to my demands too +Brought the demon out her ass too +I'm a demon, I demand you + +[Chorus] +A demon with demands, a demon with demands +I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand +Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon, I demand you +You brought the demon out the man, ooh +Brought the demon out the man, ooh +The demon out the man, you +Brought the demon out the man, ooh +[Refrain] +You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants +Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass +Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, "Can we dance?" +Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past + +[Bridge 2] +A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands +A demon, with demands, a demon, with demands + +[Chorus 2] +A demon with demands, a demon with demands +I'm a demon with demands, I got demons on demand +Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a demon by demand too +Yeah, brought the demon out the man, ooh +She agree to my demands too +You done brought the demon out the man, ooh +Brought the demon out her ass too + +[Verse 2] +Sleepin' with the enemy, my demons are too intimate +She's sleepin' very gently, so now they're startin' to enter it +And now they're startin' to mentor me, geekin’ like Brittany +Tweakin' my energy, eat and die sympathy +Scream and cry infamy, come alive mentally +And love die physically, my love cry miserably +Hugs gettin' looser, her tongue tied kissin' me +She fucked thy niggas see now they both iggin' me +But demons got dignity, demons got memories +I had a lil' revenge in me, so now I'm at sentencin' +'Bout to stop gigglin' and dinner start sizzlin' +[Bridge 3] +A demon, with demands +A demon, with demands + +[Refrain] +You done pulled the demon out the man, pulled the demon out the pants +Put the demon in your mouth then pulled it clean up out your ass +Took her demon by the hands, asked the demon, "Can we dance?" +Found a halo in her trash but she don't talk about her past + +[Outro] +Brought the demon out her ass too +You done brought the demon out the man, ooh +Demonic, demonic +Demonic, demonic +Demonic, demonic +Demonic, demonic, demonic +Demon with demands, demon with demands +Demon with demands, demon with demands10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hot Nigga[Intro] +I'm sorry for the wait, nigga +I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chafe, nigga +Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a breadwinner +(Jahlil Beats, holla at me) + +[Verse] +Uh, I'm sorry for the wait, nigga (sorry!) +I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga (bop!) +I put up some ornaments today nigga (why?) +Cause 'round here, every day a holiday, nigga +This that Sorry 4 the Wait 2 (Sorry 4 the Wait 2!) +That AK shoot like K Du (bop!) +Had to tell myself, "Tune, just stay tuned" (ay) +Swear I got the hardest floor, my shit break brooms (ooh!) +Uh, I been hot since 1998, nigga (ay) +That's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, nigga (ay!) +Hope you know the Feds got Instagram +They liking every photo that you take, nigga! +I was totin' a gun before a switchblade (yeah) +Cut your head off and put it on display (bitch) +Boy, we find out where you live and then we invade (bitch) +Boy, we do not kill no kids, but your bitch dead (bitch!) +Ooh, shawty like the way that you floss out (ay) +Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out (ugh!) +I'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth +I told a nigga count on me and niggas lost count +This world is only preparation for the next (alright) +Money bags under my eyes, money over rest +Tryna get a hundred M's out the alphabets (uh) +Open up my mouth to smile, ooh, treasure chest (ooh!) +Ooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on him (Steve J!) +I just bought a new .44 and I'm a proud owner (bop, bop, bop!) +Belfast and Monroe, that was our corner (that's true!) +Fuckin' fast in your ho, ooh, cowabunga +Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar (Xan bar) +My bougie bitch pussy taste like caviar (caviar) +Once I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmark (ay) +I don't know how you like your steak, but I'm in rare form (get 'em!) +Fuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for 'em (get 'em!) +Mama jumped out a plane, I was air-borne (see ya) +Gold watches, gold chains; watch for Leprechauns (what?) +Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar +Kill him when he least expect it, at a restaurant (blaow!) +Throw him with the rest of 'em, in a reservoir (run it) +I'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoire +Excuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoir! (ayy!) +Woo, my Nina Ross got a bad mouth (yeah) +Yea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cow (yeah) +Give a fuck 'bout a police with his badge out (fuck 'em!) +If you ain't got a warrant, get up out my damn house! +This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 (2!) +This a all white affair, I brought the yay through (come on) +She said, "Tunechi, skate through, and I'ma skate you" +I'm aimin' at your grapefruit, bop, grape juice! (ah!) +Woo, tell them bitches free dick and blow +Give me head, can't kiss no more (nope!) +I got: free jewelry, car keys, and more +And I just started robbin' like a week ago! +Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no more (no!) +Two hundred thousand for a show, you gotta speak to Po (Po!) +Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit (Young Money shit) +No Cash Money, just Young Money shit (woo!) +Woo, got me on my Young Money shit, yeah +[Outro] +Yeah, hahaha +My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me +Mula!42EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mama Mia[Verse 1] +What's good, brother? +Beat 'round the bush and I'ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you +You niggas talkin' too much shit +I'm about to find a good plumber +Y'all lil' niggas is some foot soldiers, I'm a foot fungus +You dead, brother +I ain't a killer, but don't push me, like a red button +The gun headbutt you like "Bang, bang, bang, bang" +'Til your heart stop drummin' +I shoot you while the sun don't shine, this a hot summer +But fall dawg, I knock a wall off with this sawed-off +This bitch sound like a hard cough +I'm a wizard with this mothafucka like I went to Hogwarts +Cut the hog head and the tail off +I'm the nigga bitches put a spell on +And once it wear off, then, bitch, don't touch me like a airball +Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8'9" +But I'm still starvin' like a skinny model in LA slime, that plate mine +Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime +I don't FaceTime with my new thang +New Tang clan, like Raekwon, I'm stupid, nigga +Dumb, deaf, brazy, cray-cray, blind +But I still see in the dark, nigga +Dark nigga, Akon +I'm on my shit like maggots +And they then they grow and they fly +Got real bitches with fake asses +With real views and fake eyes +It's stupid, I'm stupid +I'm out of my Kufi, narcotic abuser +No needles, 'cause my pockets balloonin' +Your partners is poodles +Your bears is cubs, your crocodile's toothless +Titty-fuck your baby mama +She breastfeed your child while I do it, I'm stupid +[Bridge] +Your crocodile's toothless +Titty-fuck your baby mama +She breastfeed your child while I do it, I looped it +(Mama Mia) + +[Verse 2] +I'm out of my Tunechi, I'm mindin' my Tunechi +I'm shinin' my Uzi +They find 'em, I lose 'em, I'm hidin' out +Hopin' I don't smell like all these fuckin' vaginas I'm douchin' +Droppin' these jewels, it's precious like I'm droppin' my jewelry +I'm out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that's not an exclusive +Designers, excuse me, massagers masseuse me +Oops, I mean masseuses massage me, I'm gruesome, I'm grimey +Turn you and lil' mami, to tuna salami +You pukin', she vomit, that's beautiful science +That's Tune in a Masi', that's who in a Hyundai +You stupid or drowsy? I pew in the 'Gatti +Pew, pew and I got 'em, pew, pew and I got 'em +Lil' Tunechi a shotta +Come through with my shottas, catch you and your thotta +Turn a nigga noodle to nada +Find it amusin', it's like it's a movie +This life is a movie, you died in the movie, I write and produce it +I cried as I view it, I'm lyin', I'm goofin', I'm tyin' my nooses +Lightin' my fluids, ignitin' influence, wait +Retire like Ewings, I'm high like I flew in +And my wife lookin' Jewish, wait +My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban +My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait +She European and she from Aruba, she from the States +Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we overate +We throw them B's up high as the moon, suwu in space +I come from Mars, but I act like I'm from the Planet of the Apes +Mansion with a gate with some nice landscapes, the Atlantic across the way +Don't ask me what I make, I'ma be answerin' all day +Got a hammock, I'ma lay with a naked bitch with just a bandana on her face +And I just psstt, took off, errr- and landed on her face +I cannonballed her face +Fuck her to some Diana Ross and faint +Damn, I lost the faith +Don't judge me, I took the stand and fought the case +You can't avoid the Drac' +Drip Bayless, I'm feelin' Shannon Sharpe today +Big rocks in my mouth, can't remember how many asteroids I ate +Your pastor called today, I told him that your casket on the way +Now pass the phone to bae +I'm bringin' a pole, you dancin' on his grave +He faker than the lashes on his babe, I'm like lashes on a slave +I'm ashin' on his head +He ain't got no credit and his Apple Card is dead +What's in your wallet? +[Outro] +(Mama Mia) +Funeral10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Type[Hook] +'Cause I ain't got no type, no +But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite +Counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? +I like my Swisher Sweet fat as fuck with cellulite +Yeah, my bitch got a wife +Yeah, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite +And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line +They pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied + +[Verse] +Yeah, bad bitch on my team, mmm +Bad bitch on my team, just like Katniss Everdeen +Got lipstick everywhere +I got her shaking on this dick-dick-dick-dick-dick-dick like a electric chair, lawd +I got liquor, I got cigarettes +And these pussy ass niggas just got PMS +I don't think you should see him, nor live off per diem +She just took off her clothes and said you ain't lyin' +She pretty like the bride of Frankenstein +She kill it like she married to the mob +I can't let one of these hoes lock me down mama +She said don't worry son I'll help you make bond +'Cause these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades +Don't let it blow up in your face now +Had to buy my dick a barricade +And a mothafuckin' K9 +Diamonds in my teeth, I'm eating carrot cake +So hard for me to put on a fake smile +I had to buy my dick a barricade +And a mothafuckin' K9 +I got cocaine, I got cigarettes +I don't do neither, it's at my bitch request +She like bad boys, I'm her crook in the neck +Her suicide note say she love me to death +Ooh, for her Lewinsky is so critical +And I didn't mean to get political +I watch her, let her figure slither +But I don't look into her snake eyes +[Hook 2] +I ain't got no type, no +But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite +I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? +I like my Swisher Sweet fat as fuck with cellulite +My bitch got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite +And these niggas talking crazy, but they don't get out of line +They pockets saying vacant, and my shit say occupied +But when I met codeine, there was love at first Sprite +I been counting dirty money all night, where the wipes? +I like my Swisher Sweet, fat as fuck, with cellulite +My bitch got a wife, got me walking 'round feeling like Dolemite +And these niggas talking crazy but they don't get out of line +I'm sorry for the wait til I drop that Carter 5 + +[Outro] +'Cause these hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades +Don't let it blow up in your face now +Had to buy my dick a barricade +And a mothafuckin' K943EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Interlude[Produced by Willy Will] + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Carter IV, it's on +Yeah, it sound like that Lil', man, they be like "Wayne +That nigga right over there, that nigga's from another planet" +Cut the weed, pop-pop +Insanity shit, niggas from this planet can't see +U-u-u-u-uhh + +[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] +Hot's what it is, watch what the kid drops +I'ma get the prop if you're not with the biz +Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib +So hatin' motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs +Off of the thizz, but I'm boss +It don't matter what the cost +When I live right across from the Wiz +Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mid +Leavin' nothin' but mothers stuck and plus a coffin to give +What is happening is a merger, different levels of murder +Lil Weezy cookin' and I'm a server +Further, that's what I'ma get doing this +Remember when eating Gerber +Mama said to kill 'em all and I heard her +Thank you Baby for what became Lil Wayne +He's gettin' all the people knowin' that Strange in the game +I been really able to hang in the fame +But when he shouted my name, it's been a change in my lane +I'm a Klusterfuk and lovin' nothin' but to get your brain +And I be stuck in lust and quick to a bust a nut +And take a nigga's dame with no shame +Really be bussin' up, they thinkin' they thuggin' tough +But never do knuckle up, you in the gang, you bang +You drug and touchin' every thang, you lame +Sucka, you cannot sustain the reign +Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this +Ballin' nigga, Strange Music, crew threw swishes +I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is +Well, you listenin' to Tecca Nina, Soo Woo bidness +[Verse 2: André 3000] +Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black +I tell a nigga, "All those flows are borrowed" +It’s the pharaoh, Three Stacks +I woke up in Cairo, lookin’ at stars +So bright in the sky, I thought they were marbles +No car doors, whatcha call those? +A whole carload, of raw hoes +In a Jeep Defender +Please remember, don’t feed the Simba +Three’s assembled like nobody +He's a symbol of what's safari +Pulled her ponytail to my body +She’s the only girl that was smart e-nough +To call me 'Mr. Benjamin' in the middle of a wild party +Skin was cinnamon; I pound it harder +How come the only girls that are thought of +Are the light ones? Well tonight then +We gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones +It’s important that you are more than +Welcome to Tha Carter IV and +Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head +And I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead, out19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gonorrhea[Intro] +Sound like my mic is right + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I am not a human +Shout to all my moon men +Yeah they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in +It's a crazy world, so I stay in mine +And niggas don’t cross the line +Niggas stay in line +Like welfare +I'm Saint Elsewhere +Hotter than the Devil? Nigga, hell yeah +Rock-a-bye baby +Homicide baby +That's more tear drops, call me cry baby +What you talking 'bout? Tell it to my 9 +Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms +I’m a young God +Swagger unflawed +Bitch, I'm in the building, you in the front yard +Life's a bitch, naw, better yet a dumb broad +And I bet I can fuck the world and make it cum hard +Yeah, you boys is washed up +And I’m shitting on 'em like two girls and one cup, yuck +Weezy Baby AKA Bring The Money Home +Pull out a AK and pop you in your funny bone +Laugh now, die later motherfucker +You's a bitch like Zeta Phi Beta motherfucker +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I call it how I see ya +I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya +Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea +Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea +Yeah, I call it how I see ya +I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya +Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea +Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Man I’m so tired of balling, I sleep a lot now +I’ll let my goons rush ya, like Moscow +Gun at your eyebrow: Pow-Pow +Man I ball hard, even with five fouls +Yeah, we in this bitch, like tampons +Dump you in the woods, now get your camp on +Choke-hold around this shit 'cause I’m so hands-on +I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on +Back against the wall, and my two feet is what I stand on +Diva in the room, she blowing me just like a band horn +Got her on her knees, the same knees that she be praying on +Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital "You can join" +Yeah, what y’all wanna do? I’m all ears +Smoking on that headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce +I’m just so ahead of my time like dog years +Bal' like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Drake] +Yeah, I call it how I see ya +I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya +Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea +Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea (ha-ha) +Yeah, I call it how I see ya +I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya +Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea (Uh, yeah) +Pussy ass nigga, I don’t want your gonorrhea + +[Verse 3: Drake] +I am spending much more than I’m making +On these cars and these vacations, is that too much information? +I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing +With a windshield full of tickets cause I live right by the station +I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me +Yes, I’m with Young Money, tell that magazine stop asking me +I be with the dread with the tattoos on his head +And a flag the color red like a fucking low battery +(Okay) Nigga peep the shit I’m wyling on +I be with your baby mama, you be with your child at home +Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of styrofoam +Big cheese big bread call that shit a calzone +(Okay) I will break your fucking collar bone +Us against the world, better pick which fucking side you on +Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady putting mileage on +And we about to kill 'em, C4, Mr. Carter's home +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I call it how I see ya +I wish I never met ya, I wouldn’t wanna be ya +We some asshole niggas, call us diarrhea +The money keep growing, yep, it's growing like a Chia +Yeah, I call it how I see it +Y’all some pussy ass niggas: we should call ya gonorrhea +You keep talking that shit, I’ma see ya +Kill your senorita and and your fucking Mama Mia13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dope Niggaz[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, I thank the Lord I'm not a broke nigga, I’m dope, nigga +Change my name, I ain't like average Joe, nigga +Up above wit' my above average ho, nigga +Tight frame with a tight cameltoe, nigga +I got killers on the front line, you on the sideline +Follow the guidelines or you be in the skyline +Killas on the inside, and on your blindside +Shoot you right between your motherfuckin’ eyebrows +Ooh, kill 'em - It's that "Carter V", let me get 'em +I'm feeling like John Gotti Lennon +And you gon' respect my mind and my sign and my emblem +You got money on your mind and we aimin' at your temple +Check me out or just be quiet in the library, nigga +Or the flowers on your grave gon' be dyin’ every winter +And as long as I’m alive I'm a financial wizard +Long as I can make a dollar out a dime and a nickle +Thank the Lord I’m not a broke nigga + +[Chorus: Snoop Dogg] +I get money, I'm a hustler +So if you buyin' what I'm sellin’, you a customer +See I can get it to you anywhere, anything +But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang +I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up +I locked down this end and got it twisted up +See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs +They say, "You are what you smoke" +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I grew up around dope niggas +Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas +I grew up around dope niggas + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I grew up around dope niggas and cold killers +And most niggas was both, nigga, two sport niggas +I was no different from those niggas, but I was chose, nigga +See those niggas somewhere with me in these hoes, nigga +Momma was a go-getter, a coach, nigga +Taught me everything I know, nigga, a soul sister +Taught me how to be a goal tender, support system +For that bitch, you played her role with ya and those children +I ain't lyin', slime, all my niggas balling, it's a fuckin' team sport +I could change the world, but I done lost the remote +All my niggas balling, that's how it's supposed to be, ho +I could change the world, I'd rather change to beast mode +Coke sniffers and dope stickers +And most niggas was both, nigga, explode, nigga +Pop a motherfuckin' cork, nigga, to those niggas +'Cause life's too fuckin' short, nigga, get old, nigga +I ain't lyin', got a gold mirror just to see my goals clearer +Be a role player, role model, while you roll with 'em +They say you don't need to be with us, stay on the road, nigga +That way I wouldn't come to the end of the road with 'em +Man, all my niggas targets, that's includin' me, ho +I could change the world, I'd rather change the people +And definitions 'cause we're defined by our legal roles +All your haters fuelin', my needle broke +Lord, I ain't a broke nigga +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga +I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga + +[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Lil Wayne] +I get money, I'm a hustler +So if you buyin' what I'm sellin', you a customer +See I can get it to you anywhere, anything +But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang +I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga +I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up +I locked down this end and got it twisted up +See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs +They say, "You are what you smoke" + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I grew up around dope niggas +Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas +I grew up around dope niggas +I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Playing with Fire[Intro] +StreetRunner +[Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne] +So you've got so many diamonds +You wear all the finest clothes +And your grill is shining +As you're driving down the streets of gold +But you can't blame me +If I set this stage on fire +Ha! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Momma always told me I was crazy +And my hoes say I'm amazing, but I don't listen to a lady +But the bitch say I'm hot, and I say "No bitch, I'm blazing" +Like, what the fuck you expect? I'm a motherfucking Cajun +I feel caged in my mind, it's like my flow doing time +I goes crazy inside, but when it comes out—it's fine +Like wine; wait, watch... +See? I get better with time like a watch +Osh B'Gosh, Posh Spice husband +Couldn't kick it like I kick it, bitch! I Kix it +No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it +Wherever she asks me, after she licks it +"That's too explicit"; well, why you listening? +*Sniff* I smell smoke, and something's sizzling +That's her pussy +So, hey, pussy; play with pussy or play pussy +[Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne] +But you can't blame me +If I set this stage on fire +Hahahaha! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +They say, "You're nobody 'til somebody kills you +Well, where I'm from, you're nobody 'til you kill somebody +And you know what they say; when you great +It's not "murder," it's "assassinate" +So assassinate me, bitch +'Cause I'm doing the same shit Martin Luther King did +Checking in the same hotel, in the same suite, bitch +Same balcony, like, "Assassinate me, bitch!" +It's Lil Tunechi +I don't rap, I film movies +With my rap, you could call me +"Mr. Director's Chair," yeah, and that's a wrap +Cut! On to the next... +Not the next scene, bitch, the next check +Some say the X makes the sex 'spec- +So play with the pussy or play pussy + +[Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne] +So you've got so many diamonds +Hey, pussy, lay pussy +You wear all the finest clothes +Do what I... say, pussy, and I say, I say +And your grill is shining +Lay pussy, lay pussy, lay, pussy, haha +As you're driving down the streets of gold +Hey, pussy, haha! +But you can't blame me +Hey pussy, don't play pussy +If I set this stage on fire! +Get 'em! +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle +Braveheart, bitch, like the times are medieval +Married to the game, divorced the cathedral +Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people +Forced into evil, it's all in your head +It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel +You follow and I lead you, straight to the needles +The bottles, the battles, the beetles'll eat you +Momma named Cita—I love you, Cita +'Member when your pussy second husband tried to beat ya? +'Member when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver? +He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck neither +He could see the devil, see the devil in my features +He could smell the ether, you can see Cita +You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features +And she don't play neither + +[Chorus: Betty Wright] +But you can't blame me +If I set this stage on fire! + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +C3, 3Peat24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Racks[Verse] +I can't fuck with ho niggas, I can't trust these hoes neither +Wake up early in the mornin', eat that pussy like cold pizza +Hatin' ass niggas be baller blocking, actin' like some goalkeepers +There's a reason for everything, but my niggas kill for no reason +Camo shorts with a ho-beater, all-black hoodie, I'm Grim Reaper +Look like it's time for spring cleaning +Brand-new spanking streetsweeper +Been in the game, I'm knee deeper +I like good head, I like good reefer +All my niggas strapped and ready to set it off, Queen Latifah +Got a chopper with a drum, split Swishers with my thumb +Get money like Donald Trump, double-barrel on that pump +This kush I got ain't no chump, get stupid and get stomped +Two guns, I call 'em Kriss Kross, Kriss Kross'll make you jump +Gotta do what a nigga gotta do +Got goons, I ain't even gotta shoot +Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool, I like my bitches in twos +Gotta go, I stick it and move, G-code, I stick to the rules +Last night I got so high I swear to God I went to the moon +I'm on that shit you can't get nowhere +You pussy boy, don't go there +If I don't do nothing I'mma ball, no hair +Smoking on that "Oh yeah," my niggas tote that hardware +What you 'bout, whoadie? My niggas 'bout that warfare +Real nigga since day one 'cause I ain't promised day two +Throw that pussy at me, bitch, I think I'm Babe Ruth +Droptop Maybach on the way, yeah, that's that new Landaulet +She let me into her jungle, I'm gonna hit her with that rattlesnake +Guns clap like patty-cake, Blood gang red bandana face +Make them pussies pop they self, you can call that "masturbate" +I don't front, don't fabricate, I get high, I gravitate +Weezy F. Baby, bitch, the "F" is for Fascinate +Louisiana, I'm from that swamp, I'ma pull this bitch out and dump +Better run like Forrest Gump, fuck you and where you from +Three, Two, I am the One, job well done +I ball 24/7, 3-6-5, twelve months +What's up Redbone? What's up Caramel? +Come to Wayne's World, it's a fairy tale +Yeah I'm high, bitch; bitch, I parasail +Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait +[Outro] +Thank you28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Do It[Intro: Big Sean] +Phew, phew, yeah +If  you weigh me down then I gotta remove you +If  you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don) +Look, look, look, funeral + +[Chorus: Big Sean] +I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) +They  say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh) +You  in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh) +Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh) +This  a win-win, swear I'm so choosy +Money spread on me like Boosie +Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' +All  these burners here hot, but we coolin' +I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid +My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" +I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em +I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em +I was dead broke, sleep on the futon +Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em +Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run +If I take your shit, can't give you no refund +Ten mil' for a deal I agree on +I put on for Atlanta like Deion +Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em +From the apartments to an arena +Where that lil' boy been? I ain't seen him +Look at God's child drivin' the Demon +Fuck what you heard +[Chorus: Big Sean, Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Lil Wayne] +I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) +They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh, yeah) +You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah) +Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah) +This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy +Money spread on me like Boosie +Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit) +Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish) +Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis) +Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt +Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah) +I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah) +I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah) +Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah) +No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah) +Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah) +I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah) +Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent +I smoke the best exclusive +I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded) +Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in +You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it) +I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it +Told myself to continue my duties +I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002 +Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin' +Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it +Just like I play for Emilio Pucci +I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki +I need a favorite woman like The Fugees +It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges +My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid +No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me +Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt +[Chorus: Big Sean, Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Lil Wayne] +I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it) +They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (I knew it) +You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh) +Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah) +This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah, yeah) +Money spread on me like Boosie +Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah) + +[Outro: Lil Baby, Lil Wayne, & Big Sean] +I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin') +All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin') +I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid +My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" (Yeah) +I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it +My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" +Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah) +Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah) +If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you +If you in my way, then I gotta go through you +Funeral9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tie My Hands[Produced by Robin Thicke] + +[Intro: Robin Thicke] +We are at war with the universe +The sky is falling and the only thing that can save us now +Is sensitivity and compassion +Da da da, da-da-da, da da da +Da da da, da-da-da, da da da, ooohh +But I know one thing's for sure +I'm gonna get my kicks before it all burns down + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, some say tragedy's hard to get over +But sometimes that tragedy means it's over +Soldier, from the academy league of rollers +I deny being down though they seem to hold us +My shoulders are strong, I prove 'em wrong +I ain't doing nothing but moving on, let the truth be known +But they talked that freedom at us +And didn't even leave a ladder, damn + +[Verse 2: Robin Thicke] +I work at the corner store +We all got problems, problems +No one's gonna fly down low +No one's gonna save us now +How you feel you're not alone +We're all just jealous, jealous +We don't reach the sky no more +We just can't overcome, no +[Chorus: Robin Thicke] +You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? +What have I done so bad? What is my destiny? +You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see? +What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be? + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I, knock on the door, hope isn't home +Fate's not around, the luck's all gone +Don't ask me what's wrong, ask me what's right +And I'mma tell you what's life, and did you know +I lost everything? But I ain't the only one +First came the hurricane, then the morning sun +Excuse me if I'm on one +And don't trip if I light one, I walk a tight one +They tryna tell me keep my eyes open +My whole city underwater, some people still floating +And they wonder why black people still voting +Cause your president still choking +Take away the football team, the basketball team +And all we got is me to represent New Orleans, shit +No governor, no help from the mayor +Just a steady beating heart and a wish and a prayer +Let's pray + +[Verse 4: Robin Thicke] +These friends they come and go +But I got family, family +These kids so fast they grow +They learn so quickly now +That there's nowhere to go +That there's no future, future +Don't make this here so low +And we can't overcome, no +[Chorus: Robin Thicke] +You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? +What have I done so bad? What is my destiny? +You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see? +What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be? + +[Verse 5: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, and if you come from under that water then there's fresh air +Just breathe, baby, God's got a blessing to spare +Yes, I know the process is so much stress +But it's the progress that feels the best +Cause I came from the projects straight to success, and you're next +So try, they can't steal your pride, it's inside +Then find it and keep on grinding +Cause in every dark cloud, there's a silver lining, I know + +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +See right now we just riding on love +A shot in the dark +We ain't tryin to do nothing but hit the heart +We need love +That's all y'all, that's all + +[Chorus: Robin Thicke] +You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? +What have I done so bad? What is my destiny? +You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see? +What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be? +You tie my hands, what am I gonna be? +What have I done so bad? What is my destiny? +You tie my hands, what am I suppose to see? +What have I done so bad? What am I gonna be? +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, born right here in the USA +But due to tragedy looked on by the whole world as a refugee +So accept my emotion +Do not take it as an offensive gesture +It's just the epitome of my soul and I must be me +We got spirit y'all, we got spirit +We got soul y'all, we got soul +They don't want us to see, but we already know25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Got Money[Intro: Lil Wayne & T-Pain] +Pl-Pl-Play-N—Play-N—Play-N-Skillz! +Yeah, yeah! +I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo! Uh-huh!) +Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah!) +You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah!) +Yeah +Haha, yeah (Uh-huh!) +Young (ay-hey) +Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby! + +[Chorus: T-Pain] +If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) +Take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it, like (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way +If you getting mugged from everybody you see +Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Now, I was bouncing through the club +She love the way I Diddy-bop +I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop +Now, I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked +Say, I ain't never been a chicken, but my semi cocked +Now, where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out +And we so 'bout it-'bout it, now what are you about? +DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop +"Young Money, Lil Wayne," then the music drop +I make it snow, I make it flurry +I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry +Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes +A.K.A Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes—Young Money! +[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both] +If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) +Then take it out your pocket and show it; then, throw it like (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!) that-a-way (Fly! Yeah) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way +If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah) +Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly! Come on) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly! Come on) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Streets!) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +It go one for the money, two for the show +Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris) +Like some clap-on lights in this bitch +I'ma be clapping all night in this bitch (Uh-huh) +Lights off (Uh-huh), mask on (Uh-huh) +Creep silent (Uh-huh), she smiling (Ugh) +He mugging—who cares? +'Cause my goons are right here +Like it's nothing to a big dog +And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains +I'm in so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne!" +She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne + +[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both] +If you got money (Yeah, and I'ma let her) and you know it (Yeah) +Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly! Uh-huh) +This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh), that-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh) +This-a-way (Fly! Uh-huh) that-a-way (Yeah) +If you getting mugged from everybody you see (Yeah, ugh) +Then hang over the wall of the VIP, like— +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Okay, it's young Wayne on them hoes +A.K.A Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes, like ayy! +And everybody say: +"Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day?" +Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella +'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayy! +Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick +But you know it ain't trickin' if you got it +You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick +And I'll cool your ass down if you think you hot shit +So Rolex-watch this: I do it, four-five-six +My click-clack goes the black four-fifth +And just like it, I'll blow that shit +'Cause, bitch, I'm the bomb, like "Tick, tick," biatch! + +[Chorus: T-Pain] +If you got money (Yeah) and you know it (Yeah) +Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way +If you getting mugged from everybody you see +Then hang over the wall of the VIP like +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way (Fly!) +This-a-way (Fly!), that-a-way +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, it's young Wayne on them hoes +AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes +Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes +Make a stripper fall in love: T-Pain on them hoes, uh-huh + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Um... Young Mula, baby15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Levels[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Man all you pussy niggas drive me crazy +Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated +All you haters hold hands and jump off a building +I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia +Backpack full of artillery, one me, no equivalent +These niggas acting like lil bitches +I don’t understand this shit like you scribbled it +Took her clothes, step back and exhibit it +Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket +The end of the road is at walking distance +Have to get that blood off my hands, left the faucet drippin +In yo face like a airbag in a car collision +My weed man so consistent +I’m stayin rich, tryin not to make poor decisions +Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system +Nigga if you clumsy you gon slip and fall a victim to me +Your bitch is sendin' naked pictures to me +Then she shoot over to my house, I scoot over in a bed +I shoot off in her mouth then she bit the bullet uh +Skatin on em like I’m Lil Wayne +And the weed so strong I can feel veins +Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed +The drugs got me so numb I can’t feel ashamed +And my girl at home with the mood swings +Girl I gotta make a few runs like Usain +Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change +Hungry niggas going at yo neck for that food chain +Pop some pills that make me sleepy +Hoes creep me in they Teepee +I hope that pussy taste like kiwi +Hope it’s nicer than Tahiti, hopin I could get a freebie +Leavin a nigga body floatin with a mouth full of seaweed +What's in my Louis backpack, that’s E.T +Snitches give me the heebeegeebees +I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is Houdini? +I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo back +I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees +Money over queens, fuck you blow me +I sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please +I don’t really do shit but sit back and call the shots +She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks +Red beam on yo head, that’s a cherry on top +You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that’ll die uh +I danced with the devil in my dreams +When I wake up I still hear the same song +Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out +Flood warning nigga, I’m about to brainstorm, lil nigga +I’ll take yo main ho, make her call her homegirl +Make em share the same dick +It’s that motherfuckin Dedication 5 +I just hope I’ll be alive to see a Dedication 6 +Lil Tunechi +[Verse 2: Vado] +Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit +Been doing MIA since Levels was the shit +And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit +I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit +All I need is a shovel and a ditch +You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is +Run in his home and show me where the kids +Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge +That’s me, him nigga +Black piece AP, gold trim nigga +Black jeans, grey tee, old Tim’s nigga +Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga +Keep quiet, beef we deep fry it +I’m in the streets like Rodney King’s riots +Mommy opposed their lead tight +On that old bullshit, Pete Myers +They scream and seize fire +My audible like Godfather meets Wire +A felon in the whip +Rollin 3 6’s, devil on trips +Shots whistled like a kettle when it’s lit +I’m tryin to go ballistic, shadow in the ship +Call the Barney Rubble in the whip +Made her kick rocks, blow haze from ziplocks uh13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money On My Mind[Intro] +Yeah +Money on my mind, money on my mind (Yeah) +Money on my mind, money—money on my mind (Yeah) +Money on my mind, money on my mind (That's right) +Money—money on my mind +So money is all I think of (That's right) +Money on my mind, money on my mind (Bitch) +Money on my mind, m—m—m—money on my mind (You know) +M—m—m—money on my mind (Bitch) +Money—money on my mind (Bitch) +Money—money on my mind +So money is all I think of (Ayy) +Yeah + +[Verse 1] +Stepping out the motherfuckin' car, they in awe (Yeah) +I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish +Holler at your motherfuckin' boy, JR (Brr) +Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah) +Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit +Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick +I know +But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp +Then like ranch, I dip (Gone) +And the hustle is all muscle, just strength +When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two) +I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah) +Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist +Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha) +I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp (Yeah) +Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market +If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talkin' +[Chorus] +Yeah +Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches (Yeah) +Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah +Get money, fuck bitches +Fuck bitches, get money +Fuck bitches, get money + +[Verse 2] +Yeah +Nigga get it in a slumber if you know how (Uh) +In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow +What you know 'bout that? Baby, it's your time +Coke transactions on the phone, we call it blowjobs (Yeah) +Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops +Had to ditch my old bitch, gettin' sloppy with the pots (Bitch) +Hoppin' off the boat, meetin' papi at the docks (What up?) +He tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid (Yeah) +Money over bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave +Developed at a young age (What?), go after what pays (Yeah) +These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays (Bitch) +I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn) +I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way (Yeah) +That cake, like it's, it's my birthday +New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me? +Where money's more important than a person, nigga +[Chorus] +Yeah +Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches +Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah +Get money, fuck bitches +Fuck bitches, get money +Fuck bitches, get money + +[Verse 3] +Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar (Okay) +I'm digging in the game, tryna get some money out her (Okay) +I'm so vain, it's a problem (Yeah) +There ain't a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh) +I'm just bein' modest (Yeah) +Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch) +She still down and she don't get none of the profit (Yeah) +Wheel 'round the city, let the tints hide me +That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it (Yeah) +Forever symbolizin' the grind, it don't walk to you +I make it run like horses do (Uh) +Giddy up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (Yeah) +I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby (Yeah) +I love it, I fuckin' love it +I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Hah) +Ridin' to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothin' +Pistol on my lap on the way to the money +[Chorus] +Yeah +Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches +Get money, get money, get money, yeah +Get money, fuck bitches +Fuck bitches, get money +Fuck bitches, get money24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trap House[Verse] +Ooh! Yeah +Lil Tunechi got it jumpin' like Jordan +These pussy ass niggas can't guard me +These rookie ass niggas still crawlin' +These lookin' ass niggas eyeballin' +These hookin' ass bitches eyeballin' +But I got a bad bitch at home cooking dinner +Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starvin' +These crooked ass cops still winnin' +Black man family still mournin' +Black President ain't do nothin' +We need a real nigga up in that office +Got the White House jumpin' like Jordan +Got the crack house jumpin' like Jordan +I want my new house bigger than Jordan's +With a backyard bigger than a forest +Like "ooh" bedroom jumpin' like Jordan +Hoes at the door and they arguin' +This dick a superstar, they want stardom +My life like Bailey and Barnum's +These bitches ain't got no manners +These niggas ain't got no standards +My bitch ain't got no love handles +Boy, I'm clippin' that toe on that camel +I got bitches that'll kill for me – Charles Manson +Suck this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow +Ooh, chopper sittin' on my lap like the mall Santa +Nigga, shoot you all in your gall bladder +Your pallbearers need pallbearers +I'm mixing weed like gumbo +I knock your head off – Fumble +Homeboys be cutthroat +That shit got me with a lump throat +But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley +Young Money was my best investment +Going harder than my predecessor +I don't break records, I sets the records +Lil Tunechi coming back like Kobe +Niggas stab me in the back, I owe 'em +Got a house in the hills +Now a nigga gotta deal +With mountain lions and coyotes +Semi, I keep that semi +And friendly, I can't be friendly +Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles +You look like Wendy's +House in the hills jumpin' like Jordan +I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties +I got a bitch over there, and a bitch over there +A young nigga starting to feel cornered +My LA house jumpin' like Jordan +My Miami house jumpin' like Jordan +Can't forget about my house in New Orleans +So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry +I want my new bitch titties enormous +With a backyard and a pretty garden +With a pussy more pink than a orchid +Young nigga gonna treat it like a florist +I got my side bitch feeling important +I got my main bitch feeling immortal +I got my ex bitch feeling insulted +Cause wifey get money like Kimora +I got a fine bitch feeling exhausted +Cause I'mma put this dick on her 'til tomorrow +I'mma pull up on a bitch in a Gallardo +Then I'mma take the top off like a barber +I go down and kiss her Pearl Harbor +She's so down with this New World Order +Fuck the shit out her in a sauna +Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton +Got a goon named Fernando +At the front door your condo +Knock-knock, who's there? +He don't care, he's psycho +Bad bitch with a nice throat +She ice cold and she like hoes +Ooh, she just my type +These other hoes just typos +Young nigga coming back like Jordan +So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry +Yeah, a nigga had to go back to the stash +But a nigga 'stache like James Harden +Young nigga drank lean like water +Young nigga smoke weed like Marley +Young nigga on the Moon like Warren +Young nigga on this shit like Charmin +Ooh, my bitch got a rack, Dolly Parton +Fuck her all night long to some Marvin +Fall asleep in the pussy, good lordy +Woke up in a new Bugatti, good mornin' +Young nigga got guns, good luck +Nina Ross say "Me so horny" +Lil Tunechi, at the top it's so lonely +Got fat pockets, never bony +I'm with a model bitch, she so bony +I done shook shit up, it's so foamy +I just cooked this up, it's still hot +You could still smell the kitchen on me +Nigga I'll have your homies +Singing "Damn I miss my homie" +I got a mountain of weed +I got a mountain of cash +I got mountains like Wyoming +I got a bad bitch and she foreign +She always mad with me, I'm sorry +She say "Damn why you can’t call me?" +"Cause they be taxin' for that roaming" +She a tan bitch, she orange +I can’t stand a snitchin' informant +Niggas cooked crack on a Foreman +While y'all boys was still sparrin', uhh +This that Sorry For The Wait 2 +Tell the dead homies you pray to +You on your way too +That the truth is hard to swallow +You got fake juice +Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh +Got the gas out shootin' like Jordan +I'll put your homeboy face on a T-shirt +And put your own face on a milk carton +Busy, I’ve been so busy +Ain’t even got time for quickies +That’s why my bitch been so bitchy +I’m out here tryin' to get me +I’m coming back out jumpin' like Jordan +I’m so sorry for the wait, I’m tardy +I wrote a letter to my competition +It started off with: Dearly Departed +Hippie, I be so trippy +Give her pussy a hicky +I hope she ain’t strictly dickly +So we can menage to Nicki, ooh41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shoot Me Down[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Open up your hearts, people +Page one, chapter one, verse motherfucking one +Yeah, uh-huh +I'm drinking hot tea, bitch +Feel me + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, now if you let me, you won't regret me +Shit, if you let me, you won't forget me +Remember? And if you don't then ponder +Hold up, bow! bow! there's a reminder +I ain't kinda hot, I'm sauna +I sweat money, and the bank is my shower +Haha, and that pistol is my towel +Haha, so stop sweating me, coward +And I would die for ours +Ride for hours, supply the flowers +This is history in the making +Now shut the fuck up and let me make it + +[Chorus: D. Smith & Lil Wayne] +Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying +I'm flying, I'm higher +Please don't shoot me down +'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher +I swear this tea is at a real good temperature right now +So am I, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I spit Alcatraz bars, I know +And D-boys is the only Alphabet Boys I know +Got a .380 on my waist and Rambo back home +No more bandana 'round my dome, bandana in my right pocket +Bitch, I'm grown, fuck what you on +Now, watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne +And if I jump, I'ma fly and look into the eagle's eye +And see, I am nothing like you, why? +Bitch, see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me +And if you shootin' for the stars, then just shoot me +But your bullets don't reach Mars +Paws, claws, because I'm a beast, I'm a dog +I'll get you, my picture should be in the dictionary +Next to the definition of "Definition" +Because repetition is the father of learnin' +And son, I know your barrel burnin', but— + +[Chorus: D. Smith] +Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying +I'm flying, I'm higher +Please don't shoot me down +'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher +Ayy, I'ma talk to my daddy + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Papa, I did it to 'em! I'm a bastard! +And I'ma do it again, like "nigga" backwards +These niggas backwards, but they behind us +Now, watch me get high, like, time's up +Nah, D., bring the drums back +And watch me hit 'em where they lungs at, like that +I get respect 'cause if I don't, I'ma take it +I see your boys hating, and I see your girls naked +Drum, sound like a naked gun, switch clips with my thumb +Then, I pop another clip in and aim at his vision +'Cause Wayne is his vision, 'cause Wayne is the mission +I'm aiming at a mirror +[Chorus: D. Smith & Lil Wayne] +Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying +I'm flying, I'm higher +And I've done it before +Please don't make me do it no more +Please don't shoot me down +'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher +Watch me soar +Where the fuck is my guitar? Now roar +Ohhhhhhhhhh +Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying +I'm flying, I'm higher20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Problems[Intro] +Zaytoven + +[Chorus] +If lovin' me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' +I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken +I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later +I’m never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix + +[Verse 1] +Off button, pause button, stop button, lock button +Belly button, big ol' titties, she pop buttons, head buttin' +Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button +Percocets, that's my buttons, hit the pop button +Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan +Smokin' science lab +I should have a tattoo that say, "I am nothin' like my dad" +Jesus Christ, amen +My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans +I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span +She see empty hands like, "Oooh, Lordy," smellin' like Cool Water +Just got them new Cartier, the Rollie was too salty +That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +My little bitch body a trophy +Naked pics, five in the morning, sunglasses, smilin’ emoji +Pull up on the opps, surprise party +Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley +That is your homie, he died for ya +Check your home screen, that's God callin’ (Hello?) +We makin' an impact, my nigga +We not just black, nigga, we rich and black, nigga +And all them bitches they been after niggas +They run away then they come limpin' back, nigga +Amen, feeling like Our Father +Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? +That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +My lil' bitch body'll solve it +And when you say, "Timber," please, will you whisper? +My nigga, I'm quietly fallin', shhhhh +[Chorus] +If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' +I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken +I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later +I'm never home, every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix + +[Bridge] +Hello? Hello? Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga +That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie + +[Chorus] +If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' +I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong, I was only mistaken +I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later +I'm never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix + +[Verse 2] +Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony +I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach +I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave +The fork in the road, grab the fork and eat +Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese +But you doin' nothing, well they say, "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" +Psychopath +Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab +I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" +Jesus Christ, Amen! +My hand in the psychic' hand +She see righteous plans, I see power plans +She take my hands put 'em in her pants +Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands +Feeling like Our Father +Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? +That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +[Refrain] +You got penny pinch nigga problems, lil whoadie +On the bench nigga problems, lil whoadie +I got a bitch nigga problem, lil whoadie +More bitches more problems, lil whoadie +That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +What is this nigga problem, lil whoadie? +I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Yea + +[Chorus] +If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' +I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken +I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later +I'm never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fingers Hurting[Hook] +She live in Fort Lauderdale +And I'm closer to South Beach +I told her to come over +She said "OK, don't fall asleep" +She say she can be my housewife +And keep my house clean +I say "Shut the fuck up +Put this dick back in your mouth please" +I don’t see nothing wrong with +Some mouth and lip service +Tunechi in this bitch +I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch +I didn't answer my phone +I said I couldn't get service +My new Nina just told me +That she sick of being a virgin + +[Verse 1] +Bagging up the work +For a hour, fingers hurtin' +Let my bitches help +Before they leave I check their purses +Sorry for the wait +The confusion, the disturbance +Got me movin' weight +Prostitution, and these verses +Whippin' in the kitchen +In the trap house with my shirt off +I'ma get these millions +And I put that on my first born +Got that old Juvie bumpin' +Talkin' bout the third ward +The D.A. was a dick +And the Judge was a jerkoff +Got a bad bitch +Body curvy like a curveball +Let her drink too much +Now her pussy taste like Smirnoff +Sleepin' on chinchilla +Boy I'm cozy like a furball +Fuck the other side +Nigga we could have a turf war +Sorry for the wait +Had to drop this part two and shit +Just to let you know +That a nigga still doin' it +Workin' like a slave +On my Roots Part Two shit +Got to let 'em know +That Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch +Bop-bop-bop! +Fuck with me wrong get that hammer +Thank God I'm home from the slammer +Was gone for that hammer +Stompin' the yard like a gamma +Niggas was goin' bananas +I'm calm like a camel +I'm smokin' that strong like a Camel +I bet my life when we gamble +Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos +I'm in that Lam Diablo +Pew, like ammo +I'm gone +Two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone +Rich forever – Jerry Jones +I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny goin' +Like the House of Deréon +This plane that I'm on +Is private, my very own +So no checkin' my carry-ons +She sent a picture naked, I said "It's on" +[Hook] +But she live in Fort Lauderdale +And I'm closer to South Beach +I told her to come over +She said "OK, don't fall asleep" +She say she can be my housewife +And keep my house clean +I say shut the fuck up +Put this dick back in your mouth please +I don’t see nothing wrong with +Some mouth and lip service +Tunechi motherfucker +Tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch +I didn't answer my phone +Said I couldn't get service +My new Nina just told me +That she sick of being a virgin + +[Verse 2] +Now I don't get excited +Nigga, I just get exotic +I don't get invited +To these bitches pity parties +I don't do narcotic +Even though a nigga got it +Countin' all this money +I feel like I got arthritis +Baggin' up the work +For a hour, fingers hurtin' +Let my bitches help +Before they leave I check their purses +Sorry for the wait +The confusion, the disturbance +Boy we movin' weight +Prostitution, and these verses +Whippin' in the kitchen +In the trap house with my shirt off +I'm gon' get these millions +And I put that on my first born +Got that old Juvie bumpin' +Talking 'bout the third ward +The DA was a dick +And the Judge was a jerk off +[Outro] +We yellin' +Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop +Yeah, you hear us yellin' +Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop +Blood gang, nigga +And it's that Sorry 4 the Wait 2, woo +And I'm so sorry for the wait too, yea +Sorry for the wait +Had to drop that part two and shit +Just to let you know +That a nigga still doin' it +Workin' like a slave +Talking Roots part two and shit +Sorry for the wait +Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch85EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +U Guessed It[Intro] +Yeah +My lil brother Capo in this bitch with me +He's on that moonrock +Shit be gettin' all in your mouth – pause +Nigga! +I'm sorry for the fucking wait +Was busy +Racing Ferraris with lil Reginae +That's gangsta +You know I always come in second place +You hatin' +It's written all over your fuckin' – + +[Hook] +Bitch, you jealous +Woo +And I was right, yeah, haha +Bitch, you jealous +Stuntin' on niggas +Stunt, stunt – The shit niggas don't like +Tell a fuck nigga – "Bitch, you jealous" +I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, apologetic +Bitch you jealous +Now give us our cash and our credit +[Interlude] +Pop! Hah +Sorry for the – + +[Verse] +Riding 'round like Pablo +Still talking that blanco +My Nina sing soprano +So we gon' leave on a high note +Come out my shell like Rafael +And crack yours like a taco +Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne +Make him change his name to John Doe +It's me and my lil brother Capo +Lil Marly G and my bottom bitch +If I'm falling, it's bottomless +If I'm tripping, it's a power trip +Her pearl tongue like the pearly gates +And with that said, I climb the fence +My other bitches gotta ride the bench +And with that said... bitch you jealous +I'm fly like my dreadlocks propellers +I think I should headline Coachella +My woman a Queen like Coretta +And nigga you sleep with the Devil +I couldn't be Junior forever +I don't mean to ruffle your feathers +But I had to spread my wings +Ain't trying to get lemon-peppered +Got too many pistols, too many issues +Too many mistakes, too many miscues +Only made me better, it turned me into +The man I am today, I'm new and I'm improved +I got my shit right, it's just you and a tissue +Suit yourself because this suit is a rental +Now the snow is just coming in +Like I broke a window to an igloo +Slow a bitch down like "Un momento" +I'd rather get screwed than scrutinized +I'd rather get used by a cutie pie +If she ain't fucking it's Uber time +I'd rather be advised than supervised +You do the math, we do the numbers +We pour champagne and expensive wine +In water guns and shoot each other +I get high, meditate like a monk +Preposterous when I get drunk +And my goons is wilder than Gronk +My do's is as bad as my don'ts +Met a kinda-cute bitch with a donk +As long as the bitch got a donk +And I smell like; pussy, money, and weed +She say "Ooh, I like your cologne" +The last niggas tested us flunk +So please study hard, study long +Kill your wife, then take the bitch phone +And text you to please hurry home +And the rain drops turn into blood +Look like you just come in from a storm +And if all pussies come with walls +I hope you run into your own +Nigga +I come with that heroin flow +I come with that never before +My CMB days are dead +I ain't worried 'bout ghost +I married the MOB, we divorced +Hoo, and all that shit dead without me of course +It's nothing; a zombie, a corpse +You burnt yourself and was supposed to pass me the torch +Fuck it, I'll see you in Forbes, nigga +I'm sorry for the fucking wait +Was busy, searching my calendar for better days +I found 'em, you either turn the page or tear the page +Y. M., Young Money; never age +[Hook] +Bitch, you jealous, woo +And I was right, yeah +Tell a fuck nigga "Bitch, you jealous" +Stuntin' on niggas +Stunt, stunt; the shit niggas don't like, yeah +Bitch you jealous +I'm sorry for the wait, apologetic, hey +Bitch you jealous +Now give us our cash and our credit, hey + +[Outro] +Pop! +Wait38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dreams And Nightmares[Intro] +Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah +That noise in the background, that's my skateboard +That nigga Mack crazy +Yeah, uh + +[Verse 1] +I put my shooters on they feet +I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep +The money turned my niggas into monsters +The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord +The money turned my face into a stocking +Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy +Don't make me turn the kid to a foster +My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord +Body parts in the duffel +The bullets turn your body to a puzzle +The money turn my bitch into a monster +She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord +The money turn my niggas into killas +The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla +The money turnt the bitches into hoes +The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord +I put my shooters on they feet +Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat +Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze +She from the hood but look like she from overseas +I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya +I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya" +She say, "Fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya +Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious" +I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun +Boy, we could sell white, in Africa +It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit +And now I'm drooling on my chain +"What happened to Wayne?" +[Verse 2] +I'm like, hold up, wait a second, y'all thought I was second? +Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti +We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit +Watch me pull up with no roof +Tthat's cause I walk the dog and pet it +I'm like, hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? +Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't +Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business +Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like a smart phone with the digits +Bitch! +Riding 'round with the volume down +With the windows up and the choppers down +Soon as we get to your block +It's the motherfuckin' other way around +My bitch say I'm too wild +She don't even know why she stay around +I get home and I dick her down +Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows +If these bullets was paintballs +I could fuck around and I could paint a house +You could tell I'm pimpin' +Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out +I bring wine to Amy house +We smoke it out and we drank it out +And talk about these pussy niggas +Tthat ain't about what Wayne about +I'm hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind +I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime +Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes +We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines +Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry +My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside" +I'm a taxpayer, I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well +Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail +Fed up with the fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package +My white girls say "Yeah, nigga!" My white homies act blackish +Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL +Should've been in N.W.A., fuck the police, Five-0 and 12 +One time for your mind, bitch, never say "Nevermind," bitch +You a penny short of a dime, bitch, no nonsense +Had a nine since I was nine, bitch +Yeah, born to murder +Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle +Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me? +They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon +Like, oh, Lord, Humphrey Bogart +It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar +For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard +AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch +[Outro] +Sorry 4 The Wait, woo31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Smoked[Hook] +09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke +And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm rollin', all my niggas rollin' +Keep that fucking red bandana: Hulk Hogan +I'm cuttin' up like scissors, coming down hard like blizzards +I'm gettin head while givin' head, that's a head-on collision +I'm on a pain pill, I keep this shit trill +These niggas ain't for real, like a fire drill +Yo ho on my back like a fuckin' fifth wheel +That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gils +I put all my niggas on, but some of those niggas gone +Them niggas callin' my phone, leave me alone +I'm lightin' up that strong, then pass it to my bro +Numbers don't lie: except 5-0 +Different colored TruckFit shirts, you niggas put on yo skirts +If I die off these percs, put a bad bitch in my hearse +My hoes lift up they shirts, I'm high as Captain Kirk +If we run out of work, we Rob, like Bert +Yeeeeaaaaaaaah Niggaaaa! + +[Hook] +09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke +And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke +And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +[Verse 2:Lil Mouse] +Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him +If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them +My niggas rollin 4-seata; that bitch going, she a eater +She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater +Hit squad move burbons, young nigga on freeband +.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man +That Glock 40 I’m thumpin man; I'm rolling with my hitters +I'll send my hitters out to go get you +Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands +Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance +Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands +Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance +Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self +Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help +I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self +Pistol to his melon; (and what else?) it ain't gone be nothing left + +[Hook] +09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke +And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke +And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Running round with my gangstas, running up on these yellow hoes +Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors +It's pussy, money, and kush, skateboards and shroom +These niggas think they the shit, these niggas perfume +Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove +I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed +We don't cut the coke, that's Diet Coke +These niggas broke, I'm paid in full +Blood gang, Red Bull +My tongue like a surfboard, and her pussy like a wave pool +Tunechi + +[Hook] +09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke +And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke +And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked +Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fly Away[Intro: DJ Drama] +Ahem +I'd like for you to take this time +And remember where you was +The first time you heard Dedication +If I asked you how many times you've listened to D2 +Could you tell me? +Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a Black president +D4 and 5, we got back to business +Y'all done copied the rhymes +Y'all done stole the artwork +Tried to emulate my shit-talkin' +Weezy and Dram' — we are the Mixtape Blueprint +Hahaha! You welcome +A Dedication + +[Verse 1: Wayne] +I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that's DNA +Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' next to me and bae +Eazy like NWA, they make me feel A-OK +Feeling like Tony, "Grr-rr-reat!"; feeling all on me, TSA +She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all over her T&A +She snort all this KKK, and this broad need AAA +Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA +Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA +I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that's my DNA +You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H +I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies straight +I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got gates +I got moonrock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced +I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's +Don't watch movies, don't go to plays +I watch cuties, porn, and play +I got Uzis on the way +I don't be choosey, I don't be safe +I don't get woozy, I get the waist +My bitch ballin' like Zhané, Erykah Badu with the fade +Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to save +I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her waist +I been dreamin' I caught a body — +That's some sweet dreams, who want a taste? +Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA +That's the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ +Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate +She's gon' take it to the face, like "thin line between love and hate" +I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call that my DNA +All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J +I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A +I got Bloods everywhere you lay but ain't no blood in my filet +Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA +OMW to your trap, (Blap!), now I'll be On My Way +I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say +I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space +Sippin' slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace +Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace +I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey +Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away +Six shit, (blrrrp) +[Break: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] +Dedicated +To the culture that Tunechi birthed +To the sons and daughters of Weezy +Y'all niggas still watching a master at work +I already got... +D6 + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I already got the Ganja +I already got the Fanta +All black like Uganda +Hair back like E. Honda, wait +Hardhat like a condom +Your skull crack, then we crowned you +Shark bite to a flounder +Bar fight to a bouncer, wait +All Franks like Sinatra +Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him +Everybody rakin' cash like it's autumn +Y'all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit +All y'all take a seat on this toilet +Y'all ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and +Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a Harley +Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic +Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin +Thought about your coffin and started barfin' +Thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin' +Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful +Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo +Walkin' 'round like the campus of Harvard +Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter +Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target +Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets +Waitin' on departure, waitin' on a sculpture +Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge +And make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie +My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage +And her pussy better smell like a orchid +Wetter than a wishin' well, need a quarter +Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller +Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water +Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder +Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet +With a yellowbone car +Smoke green, that's Marley +Purple and the orange, you seen, that's horror +No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh +All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors +Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest +Kis and quarters layin' around my headquarters +Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report her +World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover +I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller +System so solar, got white like Crayola +Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers +You never been in jail, I never been in a Corolla +Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan +This is that six shit, the sickness is showin' +The sickness is spreadin', the disease is growin' +The bitches is hoein', the witnesses knowin' +The dollars are torn, they're fishin' for coins +I continue goin', I get to the boar and +I rip off his horns, six in the mornin' +Then I just yawn and forget to mourn and +Give to the star, it's 6, the reward14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Heart Races On[Chorus: Jake Troth] +When this world comes crashing +And time flies right past us +Love only lasts if my heart races on +So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster +‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on +I'm racing on, yeah, on +I'm racing on, yeah +My heart races on + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, I'm priceless +Remember me like they remember the Titans +Reality bit me, and continue to bite me +Got no degree, but where I'm from that’s the original climate +Where you can’t tell a fiend a crack rock isn’t a diamond +Hold on +Lord, if my Bugatti come to a dead-end +I've already been everywhere except Heaven +And tomorrow’s not promised +When I'm gone but not forgotten +I hope my homies calming down my mama, Lord +I guess I'll see you on that other side +Where the flowers never die the angels never lie +Yeah, the revolution will be televised +I just hope my contribution will be memorized +Lord, mama hate I got my daddy’s eyes +Never looked into my daddy’s eyes +He ain't have the time +Fuck him +The revolution will be televised +I just hope my contribution will be memorized +[Chorus: Jake Troth & Lil Wayne] +When this world comes crashing +And time flies right past us (Hold on) +Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on) +So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on) +‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on +I'm racing on, yeah (I'm gone) +On (I'm gone) +I'm racing on, yeah (I'm gone) +My heart races on + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh, Tunechi, you an angel +Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one +Fuck it, I'm making money before making changes +I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it, then exchanged it +Fuck it, I'm working, bitch, I know you see me working +Searching for better days before a better person +I'm perfect +Just ask my bitch and she’ll say that so urgent +I purchase +My children gifts and I just keep the curses +Yeah +My heart right, and my head ain't +'Cause I'm never in my right mind +But I'm Einstein when I do think +And I grew wings +If you catch a feather, just keep it +And I’ll be racing on; no shortcuts, no cheating +[Chorus: Jake Troth & Lil Wayne] +When this world comes crashing +And time flies right past us (Hold on) +Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on) +So I step on the gas (Errrr) +Burning faster and faster (Hold on) +‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on +(My heart right and my head ain't) +I'm racing on, yeah (I'm gone) +On (I'm gone) +I'm racing on, yeah +(There’s nothing left but to fly high +If you catch a feather just keep it) +My heart races on + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +This morning I woke up on my good side +Life is just a race against time so have a good time +Heart racing, thoughts racing +Competition, goodbye +I turn around and run backwards +To see what second place look like +Oh Lord, what are we running from? +The police, 'cause they already killed enough of us +Stay out them streets 'cause they don’t fuck with us +They hunting us +We in a race against racists, that’s a color run +I keep my feet above the ground +We gon' run the town +Heart racing on, beat-beat-beating, knock and pound +Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile +I see no finish line, on your mark, set, pow44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hittas[Sample: Lil Wayne & David Letterman] +Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? +I don't know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She was crazy, stupid thick + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Mack in here +Pooh in here +Scoob in here with me +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up +Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? +Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up +Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come +Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up +I’ma cut this music down, tell 'em put they APs up +Tell 'em throw they pride out, roll the windows back up +Money in the air, who said white men can't jump? +Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump +Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up +AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up +I could let it blast, but I much rather have one +Tell 'em bring my car around, tell 'em bitches lap up +Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up +Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus +I’m stickin' to this shit, you would’ve been have hopped yo' ass up +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie) +I got, yeah I got plenty woadie +I got hittas woadie (Hittas woadie) +I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (Plenty woadie) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie +And they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune +Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy +Nigga, I'm a ass with that semi; call me semicolon +Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie +They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snorin' +I'm sippin' lean out a glass, make me feel important +I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden, yeah + +[Interlude: Katie Couric] +Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I got hittas, woadie +I got, yeah, I got plenty, woadie (Plenty woadie) +I got hittas, woadie (Hittas woadie) +I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Drake] +I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted +I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (In hieroglyphics) +Weezy, where you been? The people miss you +Crickets +I got hittas and they not kidders, that's my niggas +You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters +They get hit up, I'm placin' figures on your niggas +Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' niggas, don't make a difference +I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals​, they armed and brutal +Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle, we draw conclusions +I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon' need Google +I got paper, on top of paper, we gon' need rulers +I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals +Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry +Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas +Don't confuse 'em, we only hittas, y'all only humans +Don't get hit up, woadie (Hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie) +'Cause I got hittas woadie +[Outro: Jacida Carter] +He's a very smart child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin'. He's done been here before8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Awkward[Hook] +See we ain't got much in common, so we don't do that much talking +Sometimes it feels so awkward +She watch me take a shower, I asked her why she didn't join me +She said because you didn't ask me; I said, "Damn, I didn't think I had to" +Then she take off my towel, and I-I take off her blouse +I tell her that that pussy for me, just in case she thought it was ours +And she say cool + +And if you like it I love it +If she like it I love it + +[Verse 1] +See we ain't got much in common, so we don't do that much talking +Cause every time she try to tell me something, she open up her mouth, I stick my tongue in +She got a piercing in her vagina, a skirt with nothing under +And she say when she don't see me, she feels like Stevie Wonder + +[Pre-Hook] +That's when I said, "Work, work, work +If you want that purse, skirt, shirt" +And she made me cum 100 times +She made me cum 100 times +Man, she got that work, work, work +I say you my bitch now, I'm calling you first +And then made her cum a 100 times +She kinda green but I'm color blind +[Hook] +See we ain't got much in common, so we don't do that much talking +Sometimes it feels so awkward +She watch me take a shower, I asked her why she didn't join me +She said because you didn't ask me; I said, "Damn, I didn't think I had to" +Then she take off my towel, and I-I take off her blouse +I tell her that that pussy for me, just in case she thought it was ours +And she say cool + +[Bridge] +Uh, I like that shit +And she bite that lip when she like that dick +Ooh, I like that shit +And she bite that lip don't fight that dick girl, girl +Fucking with you, well, I'ma need another shower +I'ma need another shower +Can you help me take another shower? +Then we gonna make each other shout + +[Verse 2] +There's steam in the air, fog everywhere +She can get her hair wet cause it's her real hair +I be like, "Hell Yeah" +And she be like, "Fucking right" +Now she got one leg in the air, I'm pulling on her hair +And she say I can pull it, cause it's her real hair +She be like, "Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah" cause I fuck her right +[Pre-Hook] +That's when I said, "Work, work, work +If you want that purse, skirt, shirt" +And she made me cum 100 times +She made me cum 100 times +Man, she got that work, work, work +I say you my bitch now, I'm calling you first +And then made her cum a 100 times +She kinda green but I'm color blind +[Outro] +Then I said, "See we ain't got much in common +So we don't do that much talking +Sometimes it feels so awkward"8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Slaves[Verse 1] +I got old money, take a bath in hundreds +My way or the highway and I see traffic comin' +It's Tunechi in this ho, watch them hoes go crazy +Pass that weed around, like that shit contagious +And I got news for all these snitches, tell them feds stop bitchin' +If pussy lips could talk, I'd go down there like it's whisperin' +You know life is so uncertain and death is so unwanted +My navigation system say, "It's death around the corner" +I got a condo for a stash house, a condo for a stash house +Get that boy a mirror, so he can watch his damn mouth +See I get it from Sosa, he got it from Frank +And Sosa alright, but I'm tryin' to meet Frank +He said business is well, he ain't got no complaints +You'll be Batman and I'll be robbin' the bank +I know I ain't gon' fall, even though I'm power trippin' +Glass house nigga, you see how I'm livin' +I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new age +Ain't no such thing as too paid + +[Reprise] +Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho +Shake that ass ho + +[Verse 2] +When we throw a pool party, we put sharks in the pool +I got Bloods in the cut, so don't throw salt in the wound +AK wet niggas up, I don't throw water balloons +Better call the platoon +If it's fuck it then fuck it, now you speakin' my language +Put your dead body under them white sheets with no blankets +I'm so rich I go pour +Champagne and don't drink it +Ice on my neck like I fainted +These are the thoughts of the brainless +No new friends, we don't talk to strangers +Man I'm so serious with this pimp shit +Full clip in my Mac 10 +Ain't no exit out the game, nigga cut off your blinkers +And if she married I fuck her, if she lonely I fuck her +If she crazy I love her, y'all just don't understand her +She say you got it made, I say no I got a butler +They tell me to turn up, but I'm the knob on the oven +I got a knife in my pocket if there's a fork in the road +I'm the man of steel, but I won't say what I stole +Bring that coke to the stove, and whip it like a new slave +Whip it like a new slave +[Reprise] + +[Outro] +D5 +Whattup five +Take that coke to the stove +And whip it like a new slave, whip it like a new slave +Like it's freezing and you naked shake that ass ho14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grove St. Party[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Woo! +Hahahaha + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I got a whole lotta money, pop that pussy for me +My homie got that yopper, he a-bang it at a copper +Ayy, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party +Stove on my waist, cook your ass up, gourmet +All-black four-four, do you want foreplay? +I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay +No champagne, but you know my flag rosé +Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose +No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it +I'm higher than a bitch, feel like I climbed a fucking mountain +Illest nigga you know, my accountant still counting +Shot hit him a minute ago, but his body still bouncing +Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead +Gotta kill the witnesses 'cause Birdman car red +Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street creature +Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher +I live in Miami, nigga, I'll South Beach you +Robin Leach—uh, that's how we ballin' +You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter +Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena +Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming +Boy, we get it popping, we ain't saving hoes, we swapping +Yeah, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party +Big-head Desert Eagle, call it Sade +I just get that money, Stunna taught me that +That Xan took me under, Patrón brought me back +I'm leaning on these motherfuckers like I caught a flat +And that Glock snap back like an old Starter hat, haha! +What the lick read? I'm in the big league +I'm a breath of fresh air—let the bitch breathe +I'm tryna chillax, but I had to do it, Dev +I'm at the funeral, like, "I had to do it, Rev.!" +Mack, you my big brother, I'll split a wig for you +Put that on Mary P., until they bury me +Moment of clarity—yeah, that's my diamond game +I keep a fine bitch 'cause I like the finer things +Haha! Fuck with me, slime +No brain on the whip, I got nothing in mind, hehe +Carter 4, they ain't fucking with mine +I drop that Sorry 4 the Wait to make up for the time, yeah! +[Verse 2: Lil B] +Yeah I do my thang, bitch what's up? (Swag) +Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers (Woo, woo, woo, with the ballers) +Iced-out chain, bitch, I'm rich off that same shit (Oh, that same shit) +Sixty-five hoes on my dick, bitch, it's Christmas +Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch, I'll grave em (Swag) +Pretty boy shit, Based God finna hang 'em +Armed like a cradle, and you niggas can't stop me (Can't stop me) +Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky (Mack Maine) +Bitch it's still Westside (Swag), shouts out to Weezy +Young BasedGod with that 55 heater +187 bitch (Ayy), I pull a 2-11 bitch +With that tiny shirt, man (Yeah) +And that (Yeah) tiny pants, man (Swag) +I'm on that BasedWorld, and I fuck with Cash Money +Niggas don't understand, man, they gang like a chain (Swag, swag) +Man, that "Woo woo swag," bitch, brr-rang-dang-dang-dang +Man, bruh, off top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter (Swag) +Man, my life just a painting. and I paint you a picture, man +Think about it: a young paid-ass nigga +This that stuntin' music (Stuntin' music); bitch, I just do's it (I just do's it) +It's Lil B (Yeah, yeah) and I'll motherfucking bruise 'em, we run it! (Swag!) + +[Outro: Lil B] +Man, shouts out to Maine and Wayne, man (Woo!) +Shouts out to New Orleans! Westside +I can't believe it's niggas getting money down here who fuck with me! Swag! +Weezy, I see you! What it do! +That motherfucking partying +Bitches, man, what it do? +Hahahahaha +Yeah! +Ayyyyy15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuckin’ Problem[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I love all my bitches, that's my fuckin' problem +A two dollar bill is still a couple dollars +And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin' problem +I'mma milk all of 'em cause they fuckin' cowards +I love red bitches, there's just something 'bout 'em +But I'm gettin' better pussy from a brown one +Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater +I'm the shit, where the fly swatter + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I know you dykin' who you eatin' on +Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on +Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone +If your friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em to each his own, yessir +I do my drugs then I sleep 'em off +Like it just be callin' me, I need to turn my ringer off +Ain't a fuckin' singalong unless you brought the weed along +That kush, okay I got it, that kush +Cop pounds and put my people on +We can take the stairs up to the stars that's where we belong +Fuck that shit you talk, I beat that pussy like production +Or like Rocky, beat the Russian, or like Jordan, beat the buzzer +Nigga, gimme what you've got, take that money like an usher +One man band, all you hear is repercussion +Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction +She looked me in my eyes and said +Man, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I said shorty, you a beast +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I love bad bitches, okay, what's the problem +If she thinks she gonna come up then I'mma fuckin' drown her +I'm wilder than public schools and public housing +Can't afford failure, I'm just browsing +I was 15 with $100,000 +And if you talk trash I'mma fuckin' possum +And nigga, if your bitch got eye problem +You know what it is, armed robbery +Tunechi + +[Verse 2: Euro] +I heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young" +I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' one +I be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunk +Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts +Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that +Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match +And niggas schemin' on what I had, but +We gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose) +And all these new bitches old news +Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise" +And every dream girl that I fucked came true +Now every night feels like deja vu +And the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on you +I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes" +And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue +Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof +That sick shit, I'm ill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem +I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems +And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem +Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem +Out the city, but you can't take the city out 'em +I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em? +Long story short, money always colorblind +She blew the team for some Red Bottoms +(Euro) +[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] +I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem +Had a few ugly bitches but I had to hide em +Can't live with em, Can't live without em +Can't trust them hoes poking holes up in condoms +Put a S on her breast, she a supermodel +If you swallow these kids, does that make you childish +Now she say I got a fuckin problem +Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her +Her hair blown out like the 80s +I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum should pay me +I ain't looking for a lady, call Will Smith to get you hitched +I ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trick +That can ride it like that, suck it like this +Hit it from the back in the back of the whip +I'm a mac, I'm a pimp girl +You don't need make up, put this mac on your lips +She drive a X5, beefin' with her ex man +Baby Ima dog and a DMX fan +Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again +Popped a lil x then i tried explain +I keep it too real to ever be a lame +Too many girls in this world, you all be lame +She all on my dick cause I got street fame +Told that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my name +Kidd Kidd, a nut from the 9 +Tell em don't worry bout me I'm just fine +Girl if you comin' with me then let's ride +I know you want money so don't waste my time +Uh, wear that ass out fuck her till we pass out +Fuck a hotel, we goin' to my mans house +Scratch that your baby mama was an Amtrak +We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass that +Yeah, to my niggas, she fuck my niggas +Bought some bitches, and she was wit' it +With you she wasn't, but she did it +She let you lick it, but never stick it +You be trippin, you say you fallin +Nigga you slippin, stupid ass nigga tryna' fall in love +If i fall it's gon be from too many drugs +You asking questions, bout what she was +With the rider game, she told you in the club10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Kill[Hook] +And if I fuck her, she gon' get attached +Who invited all these fuck-niggas? +Man, shit ain't ever smell this good +Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us? +Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober +Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober +Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over +I'm so tired of these niggas, wake me up when it's all over + +[Verse 1] +Bitch, come kill my time, but bitch don't steal my shine +I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin' +I got some killer's on my side, some kill up in my swisher +All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition +Oh my god it feel like Coogi weather +I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy Stella +Tell them hoes I got that Victoria Secret weapon +I hope you live a double life cause you gon' need an extra +Me and my niggas we got bad bitches up in the pool +Bad bitches up in the pool +She gon' learn tonight, call that shit night school +And life is a bitch on her cycle, delightful +Got ho's on that powder, like light blue +Nice move, now king me nigga +Badass bitch, you seen me with her, we on that +GT Vodka, straight out the bottle, genie nigga +The difference between me and these niggas, is +I go hard and they go wrong +She say, "Hit it from the back," I'm tryin' to leave that crack alone baby +[Hook 2] +And if she love me, I'mma love her back +Who indictin' all the tough niggas? +We smoke that skunk that's always smellin' good +But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us? +Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober +Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober +Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over +I'm so tired of these nigga's, wake me up when it's all over + +[Verse 2] +Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's and skateboards +Let 'em know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it +Real nigga to the bone, bristle +Cocaine, like co cripple +Heard niggas been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip 'em +I'm smokin' on that Hulk Hogan +I call shots, you call forward +I pimp my ride, my car's ho-in' +And all my bars be barcoded +These YMCMB stars glowin' +Hate a ho-nigga, like anchovies +My young bitch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bitch I ain't posing +That pussy feel like a pot of gold +The money old and the night is young +All them niggas keep talkin' shit +I make you eat your words and bite your tongue +And when the guns ring I'm the ring leader +Got those ho's on pins and needles +I'm so high I left Earth +And ran into Venus and Serena +Get head like a mind reader +You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner +Don't worry about me, nigga I'm one- +Hundred like a high fever +Got pounds takin' up closet space +Guns all in my bitch crib +Since all you nigga's fly now, bugs all on my windshield +[Hook 3] +And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back +She alright, I think I fuck with her +Man, I wish a motherfucker would +I feel like a hockey puck nigga +Way too cold to die young, way too young to die sober +Way too cold to die young, give these niggas the cold shoulder +Sleepin' with a bad bitch, another bitch when I roll over +We fuck until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over + +[Outro] +D5 +What up 5? (Kendrick) +What up 5?12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grateful[Intro: Lil Wayne] +New chapter, move on, look back for what? + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ain't afraid to die, I done done it already +All that money on your mind I done spun it already +I was hustlin' already, I was fuckin' already, yeah +Pussy, money, weed was the subject already +See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it +For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics +See its TTG, trained to go, time to grind, no more CMB +Excuse my French, but you know where you can mwah, yeah +Excuse my Spanish, but its no más +I been working hard for no prize +But I'm still grateful though I show pride +And you don't see Stunna right next to me +And I won't see Stunna write checks to me +They can't put no more Weezy Baby out +That's that Cash Money vasectomy +I still got love for my enemy +Cause I know its tough to be interesting +I know its tough to be anything, but be grateful + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah +TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah +I ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah +I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it, yeah +And you don't see Stunna right next to me +And I won't see Stunna write checks to me +You don't see Stunna right next to me +And I won't see Stunna write checks to me +And I still got love for my enemy +Cause I know it's tough to be interesting +I know its tough to be anything but a hater +Fuck later, I want mine now +Fuck later, you done fucked up now, see you later +You fucked up now, oh baby +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +You are witnessing, the bomeback +Yeah, put your money where your fucking mouth at, yeah +I pull up on em bumping Keith Sweat +Them niggas never see me sweat +And tell the press I'm not depressed, I just had to press reset +I just had to get me set, and I'm not playin' skip recess +I'm a different Weezy, and I'm drippin' Fiji +In a Lamborghini with the seats wet +Hardest lesson is regret +Snorting powder on the P jet +Ask the pilot are we there yet +He said we on the ground, and we ain't leave yet +Had to step back and take a deep breath +It's hard as heck to show 'em respect +I love 'em to death but they ain't dead yet +Don't know how long I'm able to repeat that +Me I'm just tryin' to see the bread stretch +These niggas tryna see dread stress +Me, I'm just tryin' to see the dead rest +And I can't rest if I ain't pray yet + +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Father forgive them for their wrongdoings +For they do not know what they are doing, Amen +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Ain't afraid to die, I done it already, yeah +TTG, trained to go, time to get it +Bitch I ain't afraid to die, I done done it already +TTG, trained to go, time to get it +You don't see Stunna right next to me +And I won't see Stunna write checks to me +You don't see Stunna right next to me +And I won't see Stunna write checks to me +And I still got love for my enemy +Cause I know its tough to be interesting +Cause I know its tough to be anything, but be grateful + +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +Can't lie we blessed, safe deposit box where I hide the check +Wear a hockey jersey just to hide the vest +I talked to God he deny the stress +I make women cry when they next to me +They say they blessed to be next to me +Give my kids my heart, put my mind in my music +And I let them hoes get the rest of me +Can't let this cold world get the best of me +Got the recipe for my destiny +Yeah I want them mills like Stephanie +Want the blue face hundreds preferably +This is the bounce back this is God's work +This is hard work, this is our work +This is all night graveyard work +Man this beat is godly +So I'm takin' off like a screechin' Harley +Watch the women wave cause I'm freakin' gnarly +Percs and purp got me sleepin' calmly +So I wake up and I chase the check +'Cause we ain't promised life, but we promised death +But we gon win, and I promise that +Young Money Records, you should honor that +And my vicious city got respect for me +Got killas to get at yo neck for me +You get the best of me, until the death of me +And the second me gon be the better me +Be grateful +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Ain't afraid to die, I done it already +All that money on your mind I done done it already +I was hustlin' already, I was fuckin' already +Pussy money weed was the subject already +See I'm TTG, trained to go, time to get it +For my woes, for my city, for my hoes, for my critics +See its TTG, time to grind, no more CMB +Excuse my French, but you know where you can mwah, yeah +Excuse my Spanish but its no más +I been working hard for no prize +I'm still grateful though I show pride +You don't see Stunna right next to me +And I won't see Stunna write checks to me +I still got love for my enemy, cause I know its interesting +I know its tough to be anything but be grateful +Fuck later, I want mine now +Fuck later, fuck them now see you later +Fuck them, oh baby32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Took His Time[Chorus] +Momma said God took his time when he made me +I put my pride to the side, off safety +I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef +'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat +Momma said God took his time when he made me +I put my pride to the side, off safety +I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef +'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat +Momma said God took his time when he made me (Yeah) +God took his time when he made me +I put my pride to the side, off safety +And look alive, look alive + +[Verse 1] +Smoke one, ready to po' one, tote one, scared of no one +You never know when your close ones is a pussy 'til your nose run +Bickin' back bein' bool, trigger happiest goons +Bigger mansion and pool, I need a map for this room +Don't need a casket to view 'em, you can leave the rats in the sewers +I'm speedin' past in the newest soft top like the Jewish +Thrasher Sweatshirt, Vans on, all the bitches hands on +Fucked your bitch for a Sams card, a SIM card and an Android +Shots all in the airway, bullets make 'em do ballet +Pullin' triggers like hairspray, shoot 'em in the head, bad hair day +In broad day like "let's play," lil' kids playin' jump rope +Leave his body on the front porch, it's a cold world but the sun show +Where the paper and the drugs though, at your neighbor with the snub-nose +I be seen with the unseen, you be seen with the unknowns +All your bitches in the done zone, all my bitches in the fun zone +Swallowin' all my unborns, say it taste like a love song +In the cut like a cutworm, keep it cool, keep the cup warm +Rum-bum-bum-bum-bum, if they come for 'em, I tell 'em +[Chorus] +God took his time when he made me +Got my pride to the side, off safety +On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef +'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat +Momma said God took his time when he made me +Pride to the side, off safety +On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef +'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat +Momma said God took his time when he made me +God took his time when he made me + +[Verse 2] +Sorry, boys, bar is closin', where we goin' for breakfast? +Put pressure on the precious, and put extra on the extras +Extra ready for my presents, extra sexy but she selfish +Just want me to see selfies of the pelvis, overwhelmin' +Talkin' money over salmon in Italian in Australia +Fuck it even have some salad, I'm just valuin' the value +Wake up and smell the azaleas sang her prayers like Mahalia +I just don't know what to tell ya, but, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah +Devil lies jumpin' at ya, comin' from what's comin' at ya +I come from where they come at ya, in a way you can't come back from +I attack from every crack, while you been chillin', I been active +I been still inside the action, you been actin' I been buildin' +You been blabbin', you been bickerin' +I been blackin' I been sippin' like the Dracula +I been feelin' like Galactus +Got a million in the mattress, a gazillion in the pantry +If you don't know that I'm the answer, you should kill who you been askin' +[Chorus] +Momma said God took his time when he made me +I put my pride to the side, off safety +I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef +'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat +Momma said God took his time when he made me +Pride to the side, off safety +On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef +'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat +Momma said God took his time when he made me +God took his time when he made me +Pride to the side, off safety +Look alive, look alive + +[Outro] +Look alive, look alive, yeah +Look alive, look alive +Momma said God took his time when he made me +Look alive, look alive +Carter Five, Carter Five, yeah +Carter Five, Carter Five +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Don’t LikeGirls that don't do girls, that's that shit I don't like +Dick in her mouth, bitch eatin' her out, that's that shit my girl like +I'm layin' back with my feet up, bad bitch: D cups +All I had was one molly, she took half: prenup +I just licked my thumb and thumbed through that pussy like a catalog +All my niggas wanna fuck, and she gon let us like a salad bar +Yeah that's right, real shit, murderer, I kill kill +Cash Money, cash cow that never cry over spilled milk +I'm way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight +That machine gun go "brrrrr" like I got that bitch on vibrate +Niggas think they hot, I cut off the hand they fan with +Call me DMX, cause I keep me a bad bitch +T called some of them hoes up, Marley G roll up +I'm gettin' bread like cold cuts, she suck dick till her nose run, yeah + +A rich nigga that that shit they don't like +All you niggas pussies, none of you pussies tight +Gettin' head while I drive make me run lights +These hoes wanna ride my dick you gotta hitchhike +No lie, I'm fuckin' bitches and gettin' paid +She suck my dick for 60 seconds and swallow all my Minute Maid +No lie, I'm gettin' paid and fuckin' bitches +The Feds on me, gotta switch plates +In the streets we call that washin' dishes +Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on the nine-milly +T-roll my blunt long as a lifespan then I kill it +Eatin' pussy, tongue kissin' and all that +She ridin' a nigga so fast, my dick feel like it's been carjacked +Two guns drawn, art class, what that is that's y'all ass +Mo' money, mo' money, we gettin' mow like tall grass +We are not one and the same +Blood is the gang, it run in my veins +I bagged your bitch then fuck her +Now come get your bitch from baggage claim, nigga! +Dr. Carter, fuck her harder +All my homies bald, nigga +And guess what? I'm the barber +I'm too high; if I come down my fat pocket's my shock absorber +Like Hank Gathers I'mma die a baller, you flamin' faggots put him out with water +Ugh! See that's that shit I don't like +Knock off your whole left side, now you all right +Yeah white diamonds, Vanilla Ice +My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice +Dedication 4, ho +(My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice) +CB fuck with me!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So Dedicated[Intro] +Alright, let’s put it in perspective +See 1, 1 makes you realize +2, that’s when the game became ours +See 3, that’s when we showed you the future +This here, it’s for the sport +Some of you niggas mad the sport normally happens to be skateboarding +But that gives us 4 wheels to roll over you niggas +D4, and dedication! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +She’s so sophisticated +She'll catch a nigga nut and then refrigerate it +I wear a rubber and we fuck 'til we dehydrated +I pull it out bust on her face and call her cry baby +I kiss her neck, I kiss her stomach, then I kiss that pussy +And then I eat it from the back, but I don’t do crack +And then I get this monster hard and ask her where to put it +She tell me, Tunechi, hit it raw, I tell her bitch you crazy +Don’t want no HIV, don’t need that Honeymoon In Vegas +It’s YMCMB the fucking alpha and omega +The presidential double R, call that Ronald Reagan +I fuck your bitch, we come together call that congregating +I be balling on these niggas, Sports Illustrated +Tough in the streets, but you in the court with a statement +Ain’t that a bitch and I kill everybody but the babies +Give that bitch nigga the blues 'til he fucking navy +Yeah, man I be riding round with that yopper +I pop a nigga like [clap noise] +All you hoes get topless, suck this dick 'til it’s spotless +Too many hoes: I got options +I ain’t never tripping, you could have the bitch +And I’ma send her back with her pussy lips, looking just like camel lips +You fucking with some real nigga, blow your fucking head off +They say life is a bitch, I hope that bitch a redbone +All I know is get money, bitch ain’t getting shit from me +Fuck a six pack, six bullets give you six stomachs +Tell her how that pussy tastes, she been eating pineapples +Throw her back like a quarterback, hit that ass like a linebacker +Put that pussy on me, we caught up in the moment +AK with a hair trigger, nigga don’t make me comb it +This like a full time job not to kill niggas +Some of my homeboys' job is to kill niggas +Yeah, cause I’m still on probation +Write your name on a bullet that’s a Dedication, 4 +[Outro: Birdman] +Y'all ready? +Yeah, welcome to Dedication 4 +I be Stunna Man +Priceless lifestyle, high life +YMCMB business +Truk your girl, nigga +22 years full time grind +Mula, best ever, one hunnit6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kobe Bryant[Intro: Kobe Bryant] +I want to be the best +I want to be the best, simple and plain +That's why I play the game +And to be the best you have to win +And that's what drives me + +[Intro: Stephen A. Smith] +He's the best player in the game +It's just that simple +There's nothing that Kobe Bryant can't do +He will defend your best player +He will shoot from the perimeter +He will get all in yo' mug +He will do whatever it takes +He is the most complete basketball player +In the game today - bar none +He has an assassin's mentality +I said this week, I said this when the trade went down +And I will repeat it again +Who's starving more for an NBA World Championship +More than Kobe Bryant +There is no one +This guy is highly motivated +What separates Kobe from the pack +More than Kobe Bryant, there is no one +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Kobe doin' work +2-4 on my shirt +He the greatest on the court +And I'm the greatest on the verse +Going for the fourth ring like it was his first +Gotta get the gleam +Do it for Kareem +Two-four so nice, my flow so mean +Catch me at the game sitting next to Goldstein +Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings +Kobe in the game dunkin' on the whole +Black Mamba, attack, conquer +Basketball beast, rap monster +Crossover good, or turnaround jumper +Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers +You know where it's goin', it's goin' down yo +This is the Lakeshow, but don't drown though +I call him King Bryant, now let the crown show + +[Interlude: LeBron James] +I'm definitely, I'm just lost for words +I mean, he's amazing + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Pass me the damn ball +I don't need a pick at all +And don't worry 'bout my shot +Cause I'ma get that off +Yea, I drops 40 on your double team +Then I drop 81 on another team +Yeah, you better guard me with caution +And watch I work 'em like a auction +No such thing as exhaustion +No time for resting +Cause I don't take breaks +I just break records +And I prefer the ball with three seconds +And I bet we gon' win it all in three seconds +Ya dig +That is a guarantee +Apparently +And please tell your defense +Don't ever man to man with me +Double team, triple team +Your defenders sick of me +But, I never let 'em get to me +Literally +Step back and give 'em a three +Ain't no defending me +[Interlude: Reporter & LeBron James] +One guy certainly envious of the way Bryant's playing lately, LeBron James +I've been quoted saying that +He's definitely the best player in our league +Um, to me, in my eyes +The best scorer in our league +And there's not another guy in our league +That can accomplish some of the things +That he's doing + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Never take a day off +Catch you at the top of the key +And get a J off +Baseline face time +Tongue out like two-three +Even two-three gotta love how I do me +Practice while you sleep +Practice in my sleep +Straight outta high school +Tha brackets ain't for me +I will be jumpin' over you +Like I got a mattress at my feet +And all is Phil Jackson say is you +Better be passin' it to me +I put the master in the piece +Attack you like a beast +And I am starvin' for victory +And that means I'mma eat +And when they ask you who's the best +Then the answer should be me +[Interlude 3: Elie Seckbach/Mikael Pietrus] +Seckbach: Who's the best player in the NBA +Mikael: Um, I'll say Kobe Bryant +Seckback: Really? Why +Mikael: Because you never know what you're gonna get! + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Call me Mr. Clutch or Mr. Automatic +I can post 'em up, or Lamar go get the alley +I'm going for the ring +I'm going for the ring +I went to Beijing +And came back with the bling +Who they want +They want Kobe +And what he want +He want the trophy +The victory +And the glory +No Shaq +No Robert Horry +Now break 'em off, Kobe break 'em off, yeah +You better be where that Laker don't, yeah +Just give him the ball and he take it off, yeah +Or he properly dishing it to Gasol, yeah +Or give it to D-Fish on the wing, yeah +Or just let lil' Ariza do his thing, yeah +Cause I'm great, and so is my team, yeah +[I thought you want to be the greatest] +Uh, do it for Magic +It's your time baby +I see nothin' wrong with doin' it four times baby +I'm the best yes +And he the best yeah +Don't worry LeBron - get 'em next year +Now what's defense +To an assassin +Killer instinct +Murder the basket +Then steal the ball back +Hold it for ransom +It's more than a game +This is a passion +Been a all-star, been a champion +Free throw line, you hear 'em chanting +MVP, MVP +Kobe Bryant aka MV-me +In knee deep, smash any D +Whoever he is he can't guard me +He can't guard me + +[Outro: Elie Seckbach] +"So, there you have it. The overwhelming answer was ... Kobe Bryant"15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bugatti (Freestyle)Microphone check, I still don't hear my... +Oh yeah I do, yeah I do +Who the fuck is Stevie J? + +[Hook 1: Lil Wayne] +Don't be lookin' for no donations +You get dick, then reservations +I get pussy then hibernation +I start humpin' soon as I wake up +I woke up in some new punani +He woke up bleedin' like "who shot me?" +I kept shootin'; Boo said "you got 'em" +Now, all we gotta do is get rid of the body +But anyway I woke up in some new punani + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I was drunk as a bitch, drunk as a bitch +But not drunk as that bitch +I got in that shit acted donkey in it +Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk key can fit +Then she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shit +Monkey see monkey do, banana clips +Shoot at them niggas, no camera glitch +Wax that ass, no candle stick +And I run with some killers I eat with the mob +Got some shit built up I keep it inside +Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high +Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes +The TEC on my thigh and my aim so good +I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye +Hold up, all bullshit aside +A nigga almost died but I'm outchea +Fuck around with a real nigga get murked +I been paid my dues will I get reimbursed? +Love it when she make faces +Pussy feel like vacation +Eat it like I'm dyin' of starvation +I'm at the finish line, her heart racin' +Give her to Fuke if she Caucasian +My niggas wild as Jumanji +You can call me an S.O.B +Cause its skateboards over bugattis +I used to be at them Heat games +With better seats than Pat Riley +Don't stop, pop that don't stop +Pop that Ollie, Tunechi +[Verse 2: Boo] +Sippin' on dumb, puffin' a J +Met her tonight, fuck her today +You tuck her away, I'm fuckin' her face +Wine head, she's guzzling grapes +Back shots, I'm holding her waist +Freaky, I always freak... +You know Tune my bro, but he ain't tryna meet ya +Just bring your friend, both of us'll eat her +Hater niggas be hungry +Got a hundred shots to feed 'em +Her panties are down, her legs is up +We finally fucked, she starved for months +Don't give a fuck, still I'll hit +Never no feelings, no love for these hoes +No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls +No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls +Royce - trick! +Now they mad, I told they was +Bitches'll be lying, I did the same +Far from a square, don't mistake me for lame +She's suckin' me off, I'm pokin' her brain +She tell me keep goin', I'm doin' my thing +That pussy so wet, I'm calling it rain +I'm giving her hundreds, she's keeping my change +I keep it a hundred, you do the same +Most women front, but who do you blame? +I gave you dick, you gave me pussy +It's safe to say it's an even exchange... +Bitch! +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne] +Don't be givin' out information +You know niggas still on probation +I get higher than expectations +You know this is the Dedication +I'm on that kush she on that molly +I turn that pussy to Dasani +Shout out my nigga Luca Brasi +I don't know this ho +So I must dash, no disguises +Tunechi, I had to Dedication 5 it6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pussy Monster[Intro] +David Banner on the beat, bitch +I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a sweet tooth +I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth +Now can I eat goo, now can I eat you? Mmm + +[Verse 1] +I gotta taste for you, now what you wanna do? +Girl, you cold, let me suck out your flu +Girl, you cold, girl, you cool +You heard of Salt N' Pepa? Well girl, you food +Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew +And I just stood over ma stew and just blew +And when there's no more of you, in the soup +I remove ma spoon and drink your juice +If you want to do me, do what cha wanna do +And if her job is to blow, you can bet she blew +Mic check 1, 2, how about 1, 2 +P-L-A-Y because I don't have a clue +But when I find out, I'm a show and tell you +When I lift my top lip, I could still smell you +When I swallow ma spit, I could still taste you +Put that pussy in ma face every time I face you +It goes P-U-S-S-Y +Because it's the reason I am alive +Momma, I need it to stay alive +It's like I gotta eat it just to survive +[Chorus] +Hi, I'm the +Pussy monster, the pussy monster +The pussy monster, the pussy monster +And you gotta feed me +Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy +Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy +I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta +I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth +I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth +Now can I eat you? Now can I eat you? + +[Verse 2] +Now let me get back to her +She call me Dracula, and I'll vacuum her +Catfish, catfish, dat cat, tuna +I'll smack it up flip it like a spatula +Lil' Chris said 'Run It' and I tackled ya +Baby, can I be the worm in ya apple butt? +Now go and back it up, and if you back it up +I'll suck the front of dat pussy from da back of ya +And I'm a urban legend like a black Acura +My taste buds set on a black actress +(Actress) I told her act-shun +(Action) Da camaras is lookin' +And I hope she make me eat ma word cause my words is +Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm the +Pussy monster, the pussy monster +The pussy monster, the pussy monster +And you gotta feed me +Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy +Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy +I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta +I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth +I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth +Now can I eat you? Can I eat you? + +[Verse 3] +I got pussy comin' to me, pussy comin' to me, pussy +Now show me dat pussy Imma show you where to put it +And I could make it rain, I'm the hurricane, son +Say I could make it rain, wit my hurricane tongue +Like lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, la, lala, lala, lalala, la +Imagine if I did dat with your pearl on ma tongue, ha +I could make dat pussy talk to me, I could make that thing jump +Off of you and walk to me +Now walk it out, girl, now walk it out, girl +P-U-S-S-Y +Because it's da reason I am alive +And I'm a need it to stay alive +It's like I gotta eat it just to survive, ha +[Chorus] +Hi, I'm the +Pussy monster, the pussy monster +The pussy monster, the pussy monster +And you gotta feed me +Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy +Pussy, pussy pussy, pussy pussy +I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta +I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth +I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth +Now can I eat you? Can I eat you?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Funeral[Intro] +Welcome to the funeral, yeah +Closed casket as usual +Yeah, welcome to the funeral +The choir's singin' musicals +Kumbaya, it's beautiful +I bust in with that Uzi, though +And they look like they saw Lucifer +Rrr +Welcome to the funeral +We not welcome, we intruded, though +You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke +(Phew) +That's just unexcusable +Welcome to the funeral, where we from, we ruin them +We been to quite a few of 'em +The reverend talk, we booin' him +We throw up the Piru at him + +[Verse] +Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual +Soul snatching, that's usual +Amen, hallelujah though +Whole family delusional +Niggas cryin' like two-year-olds +Bullet holes come through the doors +I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose +Damn, welcome to your funeral +Everybody knew you, bro +Ain't nobody shootin', though +Gotta die to see who you know +Damn, welcome to the funeral +Where we from, we ruin them +The preacher preach, we shootin' him +Now we need one for you and him +That's why they should cremate ya +Hope when you die they commemorate you +Life is a movie and it's in theaters +Some of y'alls already went to cable +Get shot from afar, you can get a facial +Black gun, chrome gun, interracial +Weed so strong, need ventilation +Funeral home need renovation +I got your mom's teary-eyed, that's precipitation +Nigga, when you died, did your bitch a favor +Nigga, we gon' mob like the Genoveses +Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em +Drive-bys in a Winnebago +Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle +Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes +From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo +That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57 +Catch up, nigga, you behind, where I left you +I hate your bitch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins +Uncles, aunts, and your nephew (Pfft) +Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket +Look his pretty kid in the face, poor bastard +Tears runnin' down his bitch face, romantic +Two straps on me like the old Bo Jacksons (Bah) +In his face, closed casket +Send him on the highway to heaven, no traffic +My lil' nigga just caught a body, he ecstatic +He cried tears of joy, then he got 'em tatted +Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual +Whole family delusional +Amen, hallelujah though +Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful +I bust in with the Uzi though +They look like they saw Lucifer +Yeah, welcome to the funeral +Everybody knew you, bro +Ain't nobody shootin' though +That's just unexcusable +Damn, welcome to the funeral +Where we from, we ruin 'em +I've been to quite a few of them +My nigga, got immune to them +Damn, shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket +Huh, huh, bop +Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards, goddamn +Drive-bys in a Winnebago +Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle +Sit tomatoes on your head then split tomatoes +From a hundred feet away, now it's a halo +[Outro] +In other words, the nigga dead15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Alphabet[Intro] +Two + +[Verse 1] +A for Angelina, tongue like anaconda +Lips like Angelina, ooh +B is for Bianca, she was a ballerina +Now she just a stripper, making singles to my singles +Ooh, C is for Chiquita, put banana on Chiquita +Introduced me to Diana, fucked Diana with Chiquita +So, D is for Diana, Diana like it deeper +So I get in her stomach like Mylanta at my leisure + +[Hook] +And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +Yeah, these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +Oh, these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +I swear to drunk I'm not God, yeah +Drops microphone, ooh +But I swear to drunk I'm not God, no + +[Verse 2] +And the E is for Ebony, that pussy heavenly +Lord knows I be swimming in that thing like an aquarium +The F is for Felicia, freaky-ass Felicia +Ooh, I treat that pussy like a sleeping bag, Felicia +The G is for Gina +Her pussy so convenient, I mean it, ooh +She treat my dick like jalapeño +And my cum like Aquafina, she need it +The H for Holly, just like Hollygrove +And the I is for Ivanka, don't let Donald know +And the J is for Joanne, I just call her Jo +What goes around comes around, K for Karma, so +[Hook] +These are my alphabet bitches, alphabet bitches +These are my bitches, my alphabet +These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +I swear to drunk I'm not God, hey +Drops microphone +I swear to drunk I'm not god, yeah + +[Verse 3] +The L is for Lisa, she like my libido +We do the La Bamba, I'm so multilingual +The M is for Melanie, she like my melodies +Don't like my baby mamas, she be so negative +The N is for Natasha, that my little mama +She holler at me when she want that Oscar Mayer +She got a man, she tell me please do not remind her +He not romantic, I'm a scene from Casablanca +Ooh, she swallow the whole enchilada +Ooh, she get off her knees and say "De nada" +Ooh, she ask me "What's the reason for the chopper?" +Girl, it's a jungle out there, ask Mufasa +O is for Olivia +And the P is for Patricia +And the Q is for the Queen +The R is for Raven and the S for Sharlene +[Hook] +These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches, bitches, bitches +And these are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +I swear to drunk I'm not God, no +Drops microphone +But I swear to drunk I'm not God + +[Verse 4] +The T for Tatiana, she can put her legs behind her +She can bend all the way over, I just thank the Lord for that yoga +And the U is for Uma, the position assumer +She so flexible, we try angles like Bermuda +And the V is for Vanessa, voluptuous Vanessa +The W's for Winter, I'm under the weather +And the X is for my exes, fuck 'em altogether +The Y is for Yolanda, the Z is for Zelda + +[Hook] +And these are my alphabet bitches +These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +These are my bitches, my alphabet bitches +I swear to drunk I'm not God, yeah +Drops microphone, I swear to God I'm not God, oh +Drops microphone, I'd rather park and not drive, yeah +Drops Styrofoam, I can't talk, I might cry, yeah +[Outro] +I say, I be on some G shit, I be on some G shit +Check that other nigga for that Louis shopping spree shit +Not me, bitch, no, you won't rob me bitch, no +I said, I be on some G shit, I be on some B shit +When it comes to bitches I be on some A-to-Z shit +I'm me, bitch; this shit like ABC, 123, bitch +To me, bitch; I'm the alpha, the alpha D-O-G, bitch +S-R-Y for the W-A-I-T, bitch36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Same Damn Tune[Intro] +Tunechi, Drama, same time +Can only be Dedication + +[Verse 1] +Turn the music up in my headphones +Uh, I'm wildin' out on my skateboard, she ridin' dick like race cars +My blunt longer than spacebars, I'm gettin' higher than quasars +I beg your pardon, I egg your noggin, got Nin up in my glove compartment +I'm so short, yellow bus retarded, my flow hard, these niggas carpet +I'm Tunechi, I do me, smoke doobies, tote uzis +I make that bitch cum 'til she come to a conclusion +I'm ill as an illusion, I got B's like a student +Bitch I am not a human and this dick is therapeutic +She say, "Tunechi give that dick to me, smoother than a symphony" +Two bad bitches at the same time, symmetry +Murder you no sympathy, got medal like olympians +Tee put the weed in the blunt like a parentheses +Fuck y'all niggas I'm gettin' me, is you kiddin' me? +That big booty, them pretty feet +Them swishas' sweets with that purp +Church - with the priest +That red-boned get licked to sleep, she'll wake up and get dicked to sleep +Pickled meat, freaky deak, I test these niggas with a cheat-sheet +Her clit look like a jelly bean, I'm on that promethazine +Blow your ass to smithereens, kush strong like Mr. Clean +I'm a king I have a dream, money flippin' trampoline +Money flippin' balance beam, fresher than the prince, the king, and the queen +That's your bitch if my celly ring and I kiss her belly ring +Put that dick up in her spleen, I shine like afro sheen +And I eat pussy, she suck dick at the same damn time +That's a 69, then pass her to my slime +I'm skatin' and rappin' at the same damn time +I said I might retire, but y'all know I be high +I did that time, I paid that fine +Fuck around and go to jail for the same damn crime +For the same damn crime? Na, murder this time +Potato on the end of the barrel, french fries +I'm rich bitch, Trukfit in Macy's! +And you pussy niggas hatin' like a racist +Totally dude, I'm white boy wasted +She can't wait to take her drawers off like braces +Yeah, Scooby got another one, smokin' on that bubble gum +Two dutch bitches, double dutch, I'm the shit, bubble guts +Nigga get your duffles up, don't know if it's love or lust +Tell that ho to suck it up, she got lips like rubber ducks +That pussy whack, I'm one and done, trouble some I'm troublesome +Got two bitches off twitter, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum +Single ladies, double cups, I'm tighter than a cummerbund +Smokin' on that strong, my blunt a fucking muscle punk +Tunechi +[Outro] +And I'm gone +Hahaha, yeah, Dedication 4 ho +Future fuck with me!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Goulish (Pusha T Diss)[Intro] +And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds + +[Verse] +Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love him +His head up his ass, I'mma have to head-butt him +Gut him, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach +It's me, LT, like when you heat butter +Old pussy in a can, red is the flag +Fuck with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands +There'd be blood everywhere, I got Bloods everywhere +I'm a alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel Air +That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless +Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features +Hammer on my side like I work in construction +Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions +Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse +Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps +South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid +You could find me on Collins like Bootsy +I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that Truk Fit +Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one-six +All I ever see is Ben Franklin face +I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase +You fuckin' with some niggas that'll murk y'all +Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin' Nerf ball +Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy? +He was talkin' shit, we put a clap into that boy +Tunechi!10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mahogany[Intro] +Check + +[Verse 1] +Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy +Gas to the floor, I'm pressin' fast forward, I race a NASCAR +Transport just what you asked for +Don't ask me what I asked for if you can't answer +Now who them Xans for? +I'll pop DANs for muscle relaxation, I'm a patient +Pick up the pace when I feel too adjacent to who I'm racing +Yeah, I'm spacin', I'm spacin' out +Oh, you faded? I'm faded out +Oh, you made it? I made it out +But you shady like 8 Mile +8 Ball from Orange Mound, letdown, I lay her down +Like an eagle, she spread it out, ate it out, yeah, I ate it out +I'm a Libra, I weigh it out +Hope the reaper don't take me out +I'm too eager to wait it out +Stuck the heater in Satan's mouth +Pray polices don't raid the house +Pay my taxes and baby moms +Ain't no cappin', don't play around +Hate me back then, they hate me now +In my lap is your face, I got napkins to waste +I got mansions with gates, feel like I'm NASA with space +Don't feel like answerin' my phone, I feel like thrashin' today +I put my ratchet on safe, and I feel actually safe +Catchin' spasms and aches, from all the hands I done shaked +And all the cash I done counted and all the blunts I done rolled up +I stunt when I rolled up +With a bad bitch sittin' in the front with her nose up +You know what's in my soda +And your trap house closin', your glass house broken +And my madhouse open and my lighthouse glowin' +[Chorus] +Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy +Mahogany dashboard, do the dash, boy +Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy +Brains all over my mahogany dashboard + +[Verse 2] +Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy +I think in my backyard, I need an airport +Mahogany sand, boy, I start a sand storm +Mahogany skin, touch me, I cut your hands off +Mahogany door handle to match the floor panel +Mahogany sand, mahogany Dior sandals +Mahogany dash, slime, I do the dash, slime +Sit the coke on the glass, slime, she snort a flat line +Good times, no hard times, uh-oh, it's that time +We at war, I check my Chopard for the exact time +Bang, bang, brrat time, I'm reppin' Fab Five +Flag high, red, red, red, bloody vampire +Plug was a fucking Arabi, it's no cap, slime +Judge gave me time, I did that time like nap time +Mahogany skateboard, I parked the Wraith for it +I kick, push straight forward, I hear Lupe flowin' +Under the skully, these bright mahogany dreads showin' +Let's get in bed and break these mahogany headboards +Oh, woah, mahogany, yeah, woah +[Chorus] +Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy +Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy +Mahogany dashboard, I do the dash, boy +Uh, yeah, I do the dash, boy +Mahogany handle on the gun in my hand, boy +Brains all over my mahogany dashboard + +[Outro] +Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys +Louis, Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys +Soon as we land, on mahogany sand +Maho-mahogany sand +Louis mahogany bags for the bag boys +Soon as we land, on mahogany sand +I ain't arguin', I'm sayin' +Ooh, mahogany15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ice Cream[Intro] +B-T-P, yah +Is the AutoTune on? +Hmhmm, good +Mm + +[Verse] +Young Money, syrup in the big shot +Time to do the thing, that's word to your wristwatch +Shoot the Glock 'til it burn, 'til my wrist lock +Rims hella big, tires skinny like Chris Rock +H—Hold the gun sideways like O-Dog +Shoot a nigga in his face, knock his nose off +Make the girls say my name like a roll call +Painkillers got a nigga 'bout to doze off +Big shit, nigga, talk big shit, nigga +Big bread, bread like a picnic, nigga +Shake the whole game like the Hit-Stick, nigga +Money spread like germs, get sick, nigga +Yeah, and fuck them other niggas +1-900, who want it? I deliver +Concrete shoes won't help in the river +I don't care if you was Michael Phelps, my nigga +I'm higher than the motherfucking Alps, my nigga +I'm flyer than a motherfucking stealth, my nigga +Y—Young Money shit, top shelf, my nigga +We the motherfuckers, like MILF, my nigga +Ahem, flow like syringes +Yeah, I'm in my mode, got a code like Da Vinci's +I was in the trenches, now I'm in the Trump +And everybody watch your back when you're in the front +You ain't never safe, stop playing with a gangsta +Brang it to his face, and he ran like a flanker +Bend the girl over, put her hands on her ankles +I'm all over this "Ice Cream" beat like sprinkles +"Why, thank you!"—if you's a hater +I'm eating, you's a waiter +Pistol on my hip, "Tomb Raider" +Holler at your guala, zoom, later +Young Tune, nigga, typhoon, nigga +And if you think it's sweet, buy a room, nigga +Damu, nigga, I'm on my gang shit +She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge +Lighting up a motherfucking blunt +Stupid-fruity swag like a motherfucking Runt +And I be with my dog like a motherfucker hunt +And every day of the week is the first of the month +Audemars Piguet with the diamonds in the face +Can't tell the time 'cause the diamonds in the face +We can get it popping like a semi-automatic +And if you got beef, I put the biscuit on the patty +Rockstar tatted, big-money addict +Running this shit, now I'm feeling ath-lat-ic +I—I'm on a boat, bitch, getting seasick +Stop playing, I'm fresher than a Degree stick +Street shit—well, of course +I smoke mad weed, I'm on my high horse +Please, don't shoot me down, I land feet flat +Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back +Haha! I need a massage +And when it come to hoes, man, I got a collage +Finger on the button, nigga, just stuntin' +If you ain't the bank teller, don't tell me nothing +Kush so strong, you can smell me coming +Bitch, I go hard like the boy from "300" +You think y'all kick it, well, boy, we punting +Young Money, baby, we the shit, weak stomachs +No Ceilings, motherfucker28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cannon[Produced by DJ Don Cannon] + +[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Yeah +AMG's the gang! +Dedication 2 +Drama +Pay attention! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby +Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the (My nigga Don Cannon!) +Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope (Oh!) +I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons +One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy +That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me +Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming +Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach +Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit, I vomit—got it? +One egg short of the omelet +Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg +And tell him, 'Catch up,' like mayonnaise"; um— +I'm the sickest nigga doing it—bet that, baby +These other niggas dope; I'm wet crack, baby, yes! +Get back, get back, boy, this a setback +Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap +Them boys pussy, born without a backbone +And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones +Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on +I aim at the moon, and get my howl on +Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush +And when it come to that paper, I stack books ha +You heard what I said +I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head +Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee +Shout out my nigga Fee +See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key +You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see +It's about money, it's bigger than me +I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me" (Gangsta!) +Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman +Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you +Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) +Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) +Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) +Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you +Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) +Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) +Nigga, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) + +[Verse 2: Freeway] +From Philly to where I'm landing, I'm a (Cannon!) +And I'm on that Philly fighting shit, and I come fully equipped +You try me, get bodied, keep Nina and shotty in the whip +If a nigga try to stick me, I'ma blam him +Sing along now—"Di-di-dadi," I'm Free, got the burners +Got the green, he got the tan, got the whole enchilada +Owe me dough, I'm inside of your house, tie up your brother (Woo) +Make the prick call up your mother (Ugh), she might know where to find you, I am— +On top of my job, the heavyweight champ with the flow +It's flow like the ocean, open water, you're drowning, I will (Damn) +Four-pound him and seek him, heat him, then leave him stinking (Yuh) +Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him, I will— (Yeah) +Roll over your squad like I'm "One-Punch" Carr +You chumps, you best call General Motors, I will— (Ugh) +Take control of your soldiers, you won't miss 'em +'Til I toss em in the wok like chicken, General Tso, uh-oh! +[Verse 3: Willie the Kid] +I make it hard for rap niggas, I'm peer pressure (Yes) +Matter of fact I'm motivation to rap better (Yes) +I show niggas how to act, how to dress better +I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bad catchers (Woo) +I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule +The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool +The motherfucking (Cannon!) +Other words, I'm the real, for real +We can go check for check or bill for bill +We can go chick for chick or skill for skill +The deal is sealed (Yes) +Niggas ain't real as Will, 'cause I'm a (Cannon!) +And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale +And I got the 50-cal' mag, its a handheld (Cannon!) +I'm telling you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas (Oh) +My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas (Oh, oh) +I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over +Blowing 'ghan by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga + +[Verse 4: Detroit Red] +Yeah (Cannon!) +Detroit Red getting change like them white folks (Ha) +Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle (Ha) +Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle (Ha) +You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon! Ha) +Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas +I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass (What else?) +I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task +She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than a (Cannon!)" +My attire makes the ladies say, "Your man is too fly" (What else?) +Imported oils from Iran and Dubai (What else?) +Get caught slipping with your mans, and you die +Where I'm from, niggas be quick to squeeze the (Cannon! Ha) +Detroit Red always got some shit for your ears +Show me love, but keep it moving, man, 'cause if you get near (Ha) +I'll say, "Get off my dick" and tell your bitch to come here +'Cause you sweating me and my DJ, Don (Cannon!) +[Verse 5: Juice] +Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing +Yeah, I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon! Ha) +I got niggas who don't like rap loving our shit +We got niggas who was stuck on Pac bumping our shit +These niggas can't see me like I ain't been around lately +A good batter; when they at the mound, it's gravy +Niggas salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella +Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana +Yeah, Vic found that lick; now, we ain't smoking no more regular +Keep your mid-grade, I don't think you know no better +They loved "In Da Trunk"; now, they wanna hear more shit +I play it modest, like, "Nigga, that's some of our old shit" +Got niggas I ain't never met wanting to fight me +Got hoes that's in love, asking, "Why you don't like me?" +Bitch, I'm married to the game, and I love my wifey +Stepping over competition, man, I love these Nikes (Yeah) +I'm hot, they fanning +Niggas try to copy my style like the (Cannon! Ha) +Don't try to compare—I'm in a league of my own +If I ain't listed at the top, nigga, the stats is wrong +All the data is off, your info ain't valid +Artist of the century, the competition ain't balanced +True, like Master P and his two brothers +Don't call it incest, but Juice the motherfucker, like— geah! + +[Outro: DJ Drama] +This what I'ma do! +From here on out, you can call me Mr. Game Seven! +Oh, yeah! +That was just preseason! +You thought we was playing for real?18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let’s Do It[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Ooh, L-Don +Fuck that [?] +[?] in this bitch with me +Fuq', hit the weed +You got all that shit, E-I? +Ugh, ugh + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +I got Young Money up, and now, I got my feet up +Tune in this bitch, tell my niggas throw them Bs up +Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want +Real niggas fuck with me, and I don't give a fuck who don't +Lock the CEO up, and I'm the CEO, fuck +Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush +Drink 'til I throw up; nigga, roll more blunts +Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once +Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that shit "the stop button" +Call me Dr. Carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga" +AKA "No trial, nigga," AK, click-clack, pow, nigga +Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, nigga +Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, pack a Uzi +Hundred clips, nigga? That's a movie, aim at your toupée +You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée +I'm sharp as Blu-Ray, I fuck her today +Then she gotta skate—Young Lupe +I hit the beat hard—Bobby Boucher +I keep them tools on me, get the screwface +Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet +L.V.'s, nigga, on every suitcase +Y.M., nigga, it's a new day +We the champions, nigga, hoo-ray +Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff' +Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough +Bullet come too fast to adjust +I don't give a fuck about my roof that much +So I put it in the trunk, and then, the coupe sped up +Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up +I'm Weezy F. and the "F" is for "Flame" +Eat these rappers, chef of the game +Shit on the track, shit on the train +Murder the beat—the beat was slain +Rest in peace, that's a shame, he kill anybody song +Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome +No homo, you rocking wrong; rest in peace, my styrofoam +Now, they wanna know what I be on +Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone +Bi—Big money, my pockets long, New Orleans, I got my home +And they got my back—pause; no homo, no maricón +Smoking on that private-grown, it put me where I belong +All about my cheese: cheddar, mozzarella, provolone +Fuck her for an hour-long, let her take a shower, gone +Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wan'-be-bothered zone +Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie, get on your duty +Two women give me head, call that "Two-face" +Bitch, I'm too great +Take your food tray, I was born on doomsday +Ugh! Ain—Ain't no nigga like me +"What's up?" to my gang, big B's like a Breitling +Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick like she cycling +Then, she can't walk, run, or jump, like white men +Ugh! F—Fuck you niggas wanna do? +No Ceilings, let the bullets rain on you +Weezy F, the "F" is for "Fuck what you’re going through" +Make your people mourn you +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Haha! OK, let's do it13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +He’s Dead[Intro: Sample] +Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir +He's dead chap, that man's dead back there +It was worse than dead, his brain is gone + +(Kane is in the building, nigga) + +[Hook] +I never see your crazy face +Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that +I never see your crazy face (Mula) +Smiling, laughing, screaming my name like that +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming my name + +[Post-Hook] +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead + +[Verse 1] +Dead man walkin', through a dead plant garden +Red ants army, Caveman Spartan +Die, come back to life, shaved and corporate +I paved and carved it, made man forfeit +Laid and chalked him, I slaved then bossed it +I don't need flowers around my grave, I need maids and doormen +We not one and the same; +Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain +Ask how I'm livin'? I can't complain +Like, it's hot in hell, but it never rain +Shit never sweet, him never changed +I'll always be the MF'er Wayne +I been lost conscious, I never regain +Bitches wanna sleep with my remains, lawd +[Bridge 1] +Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie +I just double parked the hearse by a fire hydrant +They throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen +Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy +Gone but not forgotten, no + +[Hook] +I never see your crazy face +(You don't see me, nigga) +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +(You don't see me, nigga, no) +I never see your crazy face +(You can't see me, nigga) +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +(You can't see me, nigga, no) +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name +(You can't see me, nigga, no) +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name +(I'm the muthafuckin' ghost) + +[Post-Hook] +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +He's dead, he's dead, he's dead +[Verse 2] +Dead man walkin', the weed I'm sparkin' +Stank like corpses, got a young nigga coughin' +I was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin +Bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick 'til they cough +How long will they mourn me? +I had a Rolls Royce Ghost +Now I'm feelin' like that motherfucka comin' back to haunt me +We are not one and the same; +I fumble my brain, I'm nothin' but strange +I punctured my veins, I'm loving the pain +I'm ugly and vain, now go get that shovel and dump it on Wayne +Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame +I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked +So fuck every key on your key chain, boy + +[Bridge 2] +Them Xans got me walkin' 'round like a zombie +I don't know if I'm comin' or goin', Lord, I'm undecided +Throw flowers on my body, allergic to pollen +Rest In Peace to the Cash Money Weezy, gone but not forgotten +[Hook] +(No) I never see your crazy face (Ohhh) +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +(You don't see me, nigga, no) +I never see your crazy face (You can't see me, nigga) +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +(You can't see me, nigga, no, no) +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name +(You can't see me, nigga, no, no) +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name +(I'm the muthafuckin' ghost) +I never see your crazy face +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +I never see your crazy face +Smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +I see, smiling, laughing, screaming, my name like that +[Outro: Sample] +Dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, sir +He's dead chap, that man's dead back there +It's worse than dead, his brain is gone43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Me and My Drank[Intro: Short Dawg] +Yeah, I'm in the lab, no pad, no pen +Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Up in the studio, me and my drank +Deezle on the beat and let me do my thang +Thinkin' 'bout a certain, certain somebody +That perfect somebody, sexy purple body +She got service road curves, and highway eyes +The road to her soul, just follow the road signs +And holla if you hear me, I love it when she's near me +I hate when she's away, and Satan'll see the day +That Hell freeze over before I let her go +And let one of you bitch niggas get her, no, no, no +You don't know how to treat her +You don't know that I need her, hey +Do you know that I need ya? +'Cause baby, right now +It feel like the whole world is against me +Ever since the death of Pimp C +But me, I'm up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me and my drank +I'm up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me and my drank +And you sit on 24's, I sip on 24's +You sit on 24's, I sip on 24's +Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's +Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's +I'm riding out, leaning, never nodding out +My girl tripping, damn I gotta hear my momma mouth +My homeboys say I should slow down a little +But that shit I'm on make me slow down a lot +You bottle pop, I buy a bottled pop +Drop some syrup in it, get out my Waffle House +I live in Wayne's World, represent our South +And this how we do it, do it in our South +One more ounce'd make me feel so great +Wait, now I can't feel my face +Up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me and my drank +Up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me and my drank +Will somebody please, please double cup me? +And everybody please, please don't judge me +Will somebody please, please double cup me? +And everybody please, please don't judge me +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me-me and my drank +Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank (Yeah) me-me-me and my drank + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Now for all y'all who ain't heard of him +Mr. M-O-E, the Barre Baby +Was a Southside living legend +Of 3rd Ward, bone hard, street veteran +And it all started in '93 +High school, he was a fool, he was only 18 +With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar +Rollin' in foreign cars through the streets of 3rd Ward +It was all momma leave 'em with, a trace of Mo-E +And promethazine, now he the codeine fiend +And his team was the coldest, every day they rolled thick +Niggas and hoes on dick cause that's that Screwed Up Clique +The Barre Baby, the Barre Baby +Barre Baby, yeah +I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C +Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C +I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C +Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C +And fuck what they say +Mr. DJ Screw, I'ma do this for you +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Short Dawg] +Up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me-me and my drank +Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank (Yeah, yeah) +Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank +I usually don't do this but, uh... + +[Verse 3: Short Dawg] +Yeah, T you gotta feel me +Sippin' on some drank the color purple like Celie +Really, they say I should chill before it kills me +But so will a car crash or a nine milli (That's true) +And I ain't even mention cigarettes or airplanes +So grab a Sprite, here's a pint we can share, Wayne +Yeah mayne, tastes so sweet +And I ain't gonna have a seat cause I don't wanna fall asleep +So just pour it in my drink and I'ma sip until I lean hard +Drank got me moving slower than a retard +So press record, and hear these hot raps (You know I got 'em) +I'm in the booth, cup on me like a jock-strap (I ain't lying) +And I will not nap until the bottle's empty +Then I pour a little more for Pat, Screw and Pimp C (Rest in peace) +And I would stop but believe that I can't +So 'til Short is gone, it's just me and my drank, my drank + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me-me and my drank +Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank +Up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me-me and my drank +Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank +Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Short Dawg] +Me and my drank +Up in the studio, someone pour another four +Oh, oh, yeah +I told the bitch one more ounce will make me feel so great +Wait, now I can't feel my face +Will somebody please, please double cup me? +And tell the world please, please don't judge me +Will somebody please, please double cup me? +And everybody please, please don't judge me +You sit on 24's, we sip on 24's +You sit on 24's, we, we, we +Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's +Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's +Yeah, I'm in the lab, no pad, no pen +Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Started[Verse 1] +Y'all don't want no problems up in here +These niggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird nigga? +Go in niggas' pockets while we here +What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga +Y'all don't want no problems up in here +Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill niggas +Brains came out his fucking ear +I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here +Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt +I might pass the motherfucker but most likely I'mma flunk +Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own +She say "You gon' miss me nigga." I say "Bitch the thrill is gone" +I ain't drove it look better in the driveway +Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids +Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games +Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame +You could get a Dom P bottle to your face +Niggas just construction workers, trynna build a case +Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait +Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate +Motherfucker I'm like +Y'all don't want no problems up in here +I fuck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her fuckin' tears +Lord, I hope she swallow more than tears +Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered +Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask +Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed +Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven +You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin' +Ain't nothing like some pussy when you going through something +Just called a bad bitch, I said I'm going through something +Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200 +Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions +Mother fucker I'm like +Y'all don't want no problems up in here +Rather be judged by my jewelry, not a jury of my peers +And I got some kush to hide in her brassiere +And we only selling what the boat bring here nigga +Y'all don't want no problems up in here +Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer +And I'm probably with the model of the year +I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here +Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous +Young Money motherfucking Entertainment +And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here +Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers +Smoke like I fucking disappeared +I check your pussy ass, and wait for it to clear nigga +Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, nigga +Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga! +Tunechi! +[Outro] +Yeah, D5 +Whatup Five? +Worry bout me, give a fuck about you +Just as a reminder to myself +Bust every single nut in her motherfucking mouth +I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Itchin[Verse 1] +She say my dickhead need a crown on it +She say my cum tastes like holy water +She say she get hiccups just thinkin' of me +I said, "Next time, bring your drinkin' buddy" +I told her, this that Dedication 5 +And anything else is a consolation prize +I said, "I'm cumming," she say, "Take your time" + +[Hook] +Yeah, I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none +I asked her, "Who this pussy for?" She said "Ransom" +And when she says "I Love You", I say, "Shut up, take this dick" +She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist +And then he calls with all that bitchin' +"Who is this?" She busy, call her later + +[Verse 2] +Now we switchin' positions, we in here getting creative +I put Champagne on her titties, then sip it out her navel, boy +I live in pussy, let me speak to my neighbors, I say +Clean the puke off of the toilet bowl +Treat the pussy like revolving doors +Ran outta rubbers at the corner store +She in my ear, like "What you want them for?" +Well, give me brains since you a smart-aleck +Fuck her all night and don't smell it +Open her mind like a watermelon, haha, you jealous +[Hook] +I told her take her drawers off and she says I ain't wearin' none +I asked her who this pussy for, she said ransom +And when she says "I Love You", I say, "Shut up, take this dick" +She treat me like a God and tell her man she atheist +He on that phone with all that bitchin' +"Who is this?" She busy, call her later +Now we kissin', we twisted, my dick in a tornado +She say, "Hit it," I hit it, I hit it raw like yayo, I admit it + +[Bridge] +(That fuckin' corner store man) +Uh, we makin' love like money +Yeah, yeah, like money +Like money +Told her this that Dedication 5 +Dedication 5 +I killed that pussy, it came back to life + +[Hook] +I told her take her drawers off and she said "Why you playin' dumb?" +I asked her "Who this pussy for?" She didn't answer +And she say "Ooh, I love you," I said "Shut up, take this dick" +Would tell her say my name, but I gave her an alias + +[Verse 3] +And oh my god she swallowed triplets, she gripped with +The hand that rocks the cradle, I'm so lifted, what is this? This here a Dedication +It was scripted, predicted, and shout out to my skaters +Boy, I live in pussy, let me speak to my neighbors, I say +[Outro] +D5 +What up 5? +I told her this that Dedication 5 +We makin' love like money13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dick Pleaser[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Marley, I be you! +Shout-out Too Short +I'm going in +The Aphilliates, nigga! Holla at your boy + +[Verse 1 (false starts): Lil Wayne] +I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser +But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa +Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico +How she don't suck dick but expect for me to eat her? +I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser +I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser +But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa +Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico +How she don't suck dick, but expect for me to eat her? +That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her +But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter +She look good in boy shorts and a beater +But this other girl, Quita, way sexier than Nita +I ain't lying—she the... hottest bitch, heater +But I'm a fucking freezer, yeah, I'ma fucking leave her +Yeah, I'm a fucking eagle, flyer and deeper +Smoke like a Cohiba, your ho give me cerebral +Now, get low and touch your toes for my people +And if you ain't fucking them, you ain't fucking me either +You think your man hot? Well, fuck it, me: ether +Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA +Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smoking that wreath-a +Keep a lot of bitches like Queen Latifah +I am Southern-land, not Kiefer +Y-M-E for "Young Money Entertainment," ha +Run, dummy, finna bang it +You want beef? Then my money will arrange it +I am not fucking finna aim it +But that Nina Ross shout for me when I'm angry +Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch +Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I +All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y +That's what I rely on, I'm gone +"He high"—yep, I'm three-high +I'm just schoolin' these fucks like DeVry +College institution, finals and confusion +Stop with your excuses; hip-hop, I am seducin' +Beat you like producers, eat you like produce +Man, I'll fuck your girl 'til her pussy got no juice +Now, she can't produce, so you won't be needing that, baby +'Cause all you really need is Weezy F. Baby +[Interlude: DJ Drama] +All right, let me vent for a minute. See, the problem I got with the game is: There are no gatekeepers in hip hop. Who's letting these wack niggas in? I mean, can someone please put a combination lock on the door? And stop giving out the code? Goddamn! Hey, Millz, show 'em how it's done! + +[Verse 2: Jae Millz] +I knew this freak named Tammy from around the way +She used to go to Catholic school back in the day +Now, she stripping in Sue's for a stack a day +But she bring it all to Daddy, so that's okay +I got a bitch named Lola, true dick-smoker +Part-time broker; late nights, she work at Strokers +Her cousin named Mocha got a insane spine +But it's crazy 'cause I fucked 'em both at the same time +I even got a bitch in the Bay named Jessica +I swear, she might give the best mouth in America +Vanessa got a attitude, but her ass meaner +She remind me of this ho I used to fuck named Sabrina +Ugly lil' thing from the home of the Ravens +I only kept her 'round 'cause the ass was amazing +Tiffany and Emily, my bona fide sluts +When I cum, they touch tongues and share that nut +Got a white chick down in Florida named Sasha +On my mama, her head golden like an Oscar +And I met her through Tasha +At the condo, she let me fuck her on the washer +September nigga, so you know he nasty +And if she nasty, we do the nasty +Now, I tell a bitch like this +You gotta take ten dicks before you meet the president +Young Money! (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!) +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Okay, I know this one honey +I call her "Track Star" 'cause when we fuck, she run from me +And I'm hella fly, and her dude dumb-bummy +And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me +My weed real plummy and real gummy +And my flow is harder than an anvil, honey +Shoot these niggas with the handheld, honey +I paper-chase, fuck standstill money +Niggas kill with me and kill for me +Best believe we riding if the fan belt running +Leave a motherfucker just laying there, bloody +I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain—damn, that's muddy! +She just wanna be my cuddy buddy +And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty +What it dizz-oo? Is you or is you ain't my baby? +Baby?11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Open Safe[Intro] +Turn the music up +(Mustard on the beat, ho) + +[Verse 1] +Tattoos on my face, nigga (Mm) +Grill shinin' in your face, nigga (Yeah) +Blowin' smoke in your face, nigga (Mm) +Hoes smilin' in my face, nigga +Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga (Hello) +She out of line, she out of place, nigga (Hello) +Everybody know my face, nigga +All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga +Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter +Snoop Dogg, murder was the case, nigga +Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga + +[Chorus 1] +Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga +Yeah, if it's beef, we over-ate, nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, it's no debate, nigga +Yeah, there go the bass, nigga +You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga +Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga +I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her +New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga +Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga +I hope this bitch don't think that I'mma have faith in her (No-no) +Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her +[Verse 2] +When the dick was halfway in her +Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga +Guess what? I'm comin' back with that gauge, nigga +Leather face, but I’m feeling like suede nigga +Got you dizzy, turning over in your grave, nigga +I could shoot this bitch and still drive straight, nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, I'm irate, nigga +5'5" stuntin' like I'm 5'8", nigga (What?) +Bumbu out the glass, no chase, nigga (Bumbu) +Only smoke on gas, no brakes, nigga +No brakes, road rage, my new money gonna die of old age +When they shoot, we don't race, we gon' need our own space +Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade +I be comin' home late, bad bitch, long face +She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way +'96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes +And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes +You could dump a dead body, man, I think I know a place +She gon' suck the prototype then swallow all the proteges, nigga + +[Chorus 2] +Lookin' like a open safe, nigga +We in this bitch, lookin' like Miss Oprah's safe, nigga (We're safe) +My homie caught a whole case (Whole case) +Celebratin' like he got a cold case, nigga (Oh!) +Whew, wait, nigga +Had to take a smoke break, nigga +A smoke break, nigga +[Verse 3] +I stick her hands in the fan blades, nigga +That's when she told me where her man stayed, nigga +I ran up in that bitch on a rampage, nigga +In the morning, brains in the pancakes, nigga +My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her +Your bitch ashy and she keep a ashtray with her +Had to do it one time for my skate niggas +Skate up on you, blam-blam, skate away, nigga +Kick push, that means grind and get paid, nigga +These pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid, nigga +So walk it like you talk it, sashay, nigga +Skate up on you, blam-blam +Okay nigga, I just left José nigga, I just left José, nigga +Federales on my ass, fuckin' had a boat chase, nigga +They didn't see no face, nigga +Your bitch spent the whole day with us +If she open her fuckin' mouth, knock all the white out, no racism +That's cold, homies, pump that bass, nigga +And sometimes we close the safe, nigga +But there ain't no code to break, niggas +I capitalize off my own mistakes, you lowercase, nigga +Your bitch cut her legs when they was on my shoulder blades, nigga +Don't hate (Don't hate) call an ace, an ace, nigga +Got Mack with me up in this bitch and a MAC just in case, nigga +I'm a Scarface, nigga, fuck your human race, nigga +I'm on base, nigga, yeah Lil Tunechi safe, nigga +[Chorus 3] +Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga +We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga +Ya, uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga +We in this bih lookin' like an open safe, nigga +Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga +She outta line, she out of place, nigga +I hope that they gon' think that I'ma have faith in her (No-no) +Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +For Nothing[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] +Gangster, gangster +DatPiff dot com, world premiere +Okay +Yeah +I'm reloaded (gangster grizzils) +Trill outchea +So after D6, I text Weezy +It's rough +I say, now it's time for a vacation +Guess the iPhone autocorrected +And he thought I said "now it's time for a Dedication." +Now you want it? 'Cause we gon' bring it y'all +So now y'all got a twenty pack +What's your address? +You're welcome +And not your email address neither +D6: Reloaded +Front door, leggo +A Dedication! + +[Verse] +Looking in the mirror, all I see is money +Bop-bop, but if I was blind, all I hear is runnin' +Plug went to jail Saturday, 'posed to meet him Sunday +He said his bitch flushed the work, time to do some plumbin' +Gotta love the way we comin' though, we keep it comin' +Wolves never cry wolf and you could feed us onions +Pledge allegiance to the region that's beneath and under +The southside from your blind side, Stevie Wonder +Hunger Games, ain't no games when we speakin' hunger +We greedy fuckers, eat your supper, pick our teeth, and mug you +The pockets bustin' out the muscle, bitch, I'm bleedin' blubber +And I been drunk and I can't trust you 'cause I'm seein' double +And I been ballin' like the Rucker, nigga, triple-double +And now it's war, and they want peace, but it won't fix the puzzle +You drop the ball, if you a beast you won't be quick to fumble +If I'm too deep then get a bigger shovel, dig a tunnel +If you a beast then that bitch can't get a nickel from you +I'm the only one that speak when we in the huddle +Make a pussy nigga leak, then jump in the puddle +We comin' deep to your street, 'bout to rent a shuttle +Every day of the week, if I hit the streets, I gotta hit a hustle +Every day of the week I gotta get loaded-loaded, skip the bufferin' +I got it made, and with that said, I gotta tip the butler +I like my bitches mustard, business hushed, and Bentleys custom +Bitches sufferin' 'cause the system fucked 'em, now they fuckin' +They can't hide their battle scars but they can hide their stomachs +Niggas like Niagara Falls how their mouths are runnin' +But we making caviar out of flounders, guppies +Stand tall, but I'm a munchkin to my pile of money +Got down and dug it, found a nugget, made a mountain of it +Don't need a crown, gown, or nothing; I'm the king of subject +Chocolate, brown, cream, and fudgie, and I'm peanut buttery +Fuck the fuckery, I go skullduggery, it get ugly +Niggas thuggin', we got babies smugglin' in their Huggies +Niggas jugglin' different kind of drugs, Feds strugglin' +Sippin' Actavis, activist like Fred Douglass +Goodnight, sleep tight, watch the bed buggies +She give me ass, she give me head, I call it head-buttin' +Walk in a room full of buttons, press the red button +Blow this bitch to shreds, get my skateboard and shred somethin' +Lead pumpin', you dead, pumpkin +Go 'head, dump 'em, redrum 'em +Goin' hard in the paint, Andre Drummond +Headhuntin', Good Will Huntin', still stuntin' +All or nothin', Warren G to Warren Buffett +Stormin', floodin', lightnin', thunderin' +Carter comin', like karma comin' +My bitch pussy's the warmest oven +Need morning lovin' +She foreign, Donald might bomb her country +Thick as fuck, no panties when she got on her onesie +Whoa +Time to get this paper though +You ape or ho? +Bitches in line to get this snake fo' sho' +We take the dough if they don't pay the dough +And that's fo' sho' +We make 'em vegetables, and we don't even like vegetables +These niggas extra broke, we break a nigga down to decimals +We up in México to see the plug, and not electrical +High cholesterol, you niggas salty, I'm the pepper though +Your bitch ain't half a ho, she wanna be in my next episode +I'm a steppin' stone +And that .380, that's my chaperone +It blow like saxophone +And when the smoke clear I'ma stand alone +I'm from the terrordome +Yeah, that's New Orleans, home of methadone +Cops on megaphones +It's so much bad luck, ain't no leprechauns +I been called a stone, pocket full of stones +On the corner moving stones, Papa was a rolling stone +I'm so stoned, in this bitch, waitin' on Babylon +Bible on the dresser, next to the gun and Tylenol, silence off +Spike a bitch drink, like volleyball +Olive Oyl skinny bitches can't get in the ride at all +Not at all +I'm involved in a real private war, time to brawl +Niggas don't want Lil Tune to take these diamonds off +I'ma talk crazy to a deaf nigga, these niggas blind +I'ma still throw up my set, nigga, steel toe in your chest, nigga +"Hell no" to a yes-nigga, "Fuckin' right" to a bad bitch +She can fuck around and get her ass licked +Still can't get her ass kissed +Black fist, middle finger to taxes, the police and their actions +I'm still pickin' out mansions +Still dickin' down such-and-such, still fuckin' with so-and-so +Still fuckin' my bitch's friends, never fuck my woadie ho +Still talkin' about Hollygrove, still talkin' about coke and dope +On the set in that OVO, on the jet in that OVO +I don't threaten, I go for broke, wanna step and go toe to toe? +No bullshit at this rodeo, and all my clips Pinocchio +Tunechi, bitch, for nothing, drops mic +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Well, I can't technically 'cause it's connected +But, but, you get the expression, Mula +Welcome, thank you for joining +Dedication 6, this some sick shit +Umm, first of all, I wanna thank Drama for doing this shit again, and always doing this shit for his dawg. My nigga, one time. Thank everybody involved, everybody involved. My team, my team is my fam. Everybody who put they fingerprints on this shit, 'preciate everybody +So the definition of Dedication has changed for me since the first one, since the second one, since the third one, whatever. It's because, umm, whenever I put it out, umm, it's life. And since I don't write none of my shit, I'm coming from the head. And what happens is, when you rap so long or when you do it so long, all the things in your head, you done used up. So what happens is you gotta start using something else and coming from somewhere else, and that somewhere else is ten times out of ten your heart. And, umm, that's what this Dedication 6 project is +But, uh, yeah, the definition is always different because I'm always going through something at that time of my life, you know what I mean. I prolly was fucking your bitch on Dedication 4, and the whole fucking shit was dedicated to her, you know what I mean. I dunno. Whichever one that wasn't, that didn't do as well as all of the rest of them, that was definitely the one that was dedicated to her4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Ain’t Got Nuthin[Intro: Fabolous] +Yes! +What it look like, Alc'? +I'm tryna show these niggas, man +It's that Street Fam, man, we rep that (Hahahaha!) +Loso! Street fi-di-di-di-dam (Yes!) + +[Verse 1: Fabolous] +Yo, I'm with 101 niggas, we Dalmatian-doggy-deep (Yes) +And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon) +Kermit, you better think before you ribbit +Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it +I pop up like Xzibit (Yeah), but given I'm at your crib, it's (Yeah) +Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (Nah) +Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp +Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (Hahahaha) +It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (What you think?) +'Cause your boy just stay above the game +They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame +But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim, ha +Go 'head, nigga, say another name +Take this family for a joke (Ayy), play them Wayan-brother games +And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be scheming with this Keenan (That's right) +Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in (Oh) +My Little Man is on you, Marlon and Shawn you (Yeah) +Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna +Forty-cal fettuccine, trey-pound pasta +You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga +You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (Yes!) +I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (Yes!) +The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired +So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] +Ugh, I get money like a muh'fucka +Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see +I got everything, you got nothing +But you ain't got nothing on me +Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka (Mr. HD) +Yeah, money you ain't never see (High definition) +Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (That's how I'm coming at you niggas, you dig? Santana! Ayy!) +But you ain't got nothing on me (Hahaha!) + +[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] +I'm on the grind 'til the police come (Yeah) +With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb (Ha), or +I let that semi twirl you (Get 'em); now you can follow the drip +'Cause one shot out of the clip'll Jheri-curl you (Ooh) +Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants +Or get opened up like presents—please! +My young boys wildin' for respect +Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck, say cheese" (Ha) +My dough's a bit longer (Yup), my flow is just slaughter (Yup) +My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water (Damn) +So tell me, boys, tell me, boys, who you think you messing with? (Who?) +I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (Ill!) +Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all all herbs (Yup!) +I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all hors d'oeuvres +(Listen...) I'm a shark, y'all just koi fish +(What else?) Octopus (What else?) Oysters (Haha!) +Chump! I got my eye on your wifey now (Yeah!) +I have her lick me up (Up!) and then wipe me down (Down!) +She told me you's a nag, you's a bug (Damn!) +She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (Damn!) +She told me you'd be beastin', you'd be checkin' for the burns +So I gave her knee pads for the rug (Haha!) +It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle +You surfboard dudes get wiped out—totally +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, ohh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka +Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see +I got everything, you got nothing +But you ain't got nothing on me +Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka +Yeah, money you will never see +Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (Uh-huh, uh-huh) +But you ain't got nothing on me (Uh-huh, check me out) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Get you—three, four—get you +Like the number after one, I'ma get me, too +It's Weezy F.-U; now, you gotta have a baby +My money don't folds nor bends—Mercedes +Maybach, grey-black +And I got a four-four and a 'K, like eight stacks +Fuck your city and your town, I state facts— Take that! +No, better yet, like Diddy: "Take that" +Wait—rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax +Got paper like a fax machine, asi-neen +Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don, and after mine +There will be nine, damn I mean, there will be none +I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt +You've ever seen, or heard, Carter, Harvard, y'all scared +Not me, not I, call me "Young Popeye" +Tell Bluto I'm a Nuno, I bring RAL to your fun'ral +Damn, I mean "funer-al," "funer-uhl" +You say "tomato," I say "to-mah-to" +You say "get 'em," I say "got 'em"—yeah, I got 'em! +Man, you better keep paying me 'cause you don't want my problems +I be wildin' like Capital One—what is in your wallet? +You fly, but what is it to pilot? +Weezy—I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom +Huh, damn, I mean, "foot up in your ass" +I kick that shit, now go'n' put it in the trash +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Deezle! Ugh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka +Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see +I got everything, you got nothing +But you ain't got nothing on me +Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka +Yeah, money you will never see +Yeah, ugh, ugh +And you ain't got nothing on me +Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a muh'fucka +Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see +I got everything, you got nothing +But you ain't got nothing on me +Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka +Yeah, big money, nigga +Big money, nigga, big money, nigga +Yeah, and you ain't got nothing on me14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Like the View[Chorus] +I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal +Good wasn't home so I settled for better +I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot +So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got +Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!" +I'm so high I can't see you from here +Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me +Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy +Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em +The weed too loud, turn up the volume +Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow +That's why I go hard, ho + +[Verse 1] +God bless the world, and most people in it +It's anybody's game, but nobody's winning +Mona Lisa smile, that bitch barely grinning +Take you off the face of the Earth like a blemish +We went from Boyz to Menace, Menace II Society +Now we get higher, call that shit karate +Blame it on the money, the money is the bad guy +Smoke so much good, I don't even have a bad side +Yeah, I got a pussy hangover +Bitches eat me up like my name is Russell Stover +Murder the perception, make 'em get it right +If I'm flirting with perfection, I'm fucking her tonight +I'm a Southerner's delight, Louisiana pride +The belly of the beast, it ate me alive +Tell them bitches they'll never take me alive +And today I took a walk outside and... +[Chorus] +I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal +Good wasn't home so I settled for better +I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot +So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got +Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!" +I'm so high I can't see you from here +Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me +Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy +Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em +The weed too loud, turn up the volume +Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow +That's why I go hard, ho + +[Verse 2] +Uh, and we all kiss our mamas +Cause promises are broken but tomorrow isn't promised +Think I'm gettin' sick, I'm feelin' illegal +And not having money is the root of all evil +Life is a midget, so try to live it up +It's Dr. Carter, bitch, I got this shit nipped and tucked +If these walls could talk, they probably won't shut up +I need some wallpaper before they start to fuss +Yeah, pick up the phone and call your bluff +Human growth hormone, now my pockets all buff +I don't think about the future, it comes soon enough +Motherfucker, I don't shoot ya; bitch, I shoot ya up +I ain't like these niggas, I don't like these niggas +I just roll another joint, like Spike Lee, nigga +And I woke up this morning, got the coal out my eyes +And then I took a walk outside and... +[Chorus] +I stepped on a flower, foot on a petal +Good wasn't home so I settled for better +I'm on my way to get it, but get it got shot +So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got +Now I'm like "Hey, I like the view from here!" +I'm so high I can't see you from here +Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me +Man, these bitches just looking for a daddy +Pussy and problems, can't live without 'em +The weed too loud, turn up the volume +Richer than a bitch, but I can't buy tomorrow +That's why I go hard, ho11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Love You Dwayne[Spoken Word: Jacida Carter] +Dwayne, mama proud of you +You done came so far +I can't wait for your album to come out +A lot of people ask me when it's coming out +They can't wait for your album to come out +I'm just proud of you +You's my rock, you've always been my rock +Mama love you, I love you +You take care of me and then some +And your brother, we don’t wanted for nothing +I thank the Lord every day for keeping us on this earth +And in good health +I just pray things go well with you in life +But I thank the Lord, because I know you have been through a lot that I don't even know about +Mama love you +I love you Dwayne, with all my heart +You is my life +I live for you +You make sure mama's tooken care of +I don't care if you don't have it, you gon' make sure I get it anyway +Even though you don't have it to give +And my son though, Semaj, ain't wanted for nothing +Anything Semaj call you for, you gon' make sure he get it +Your children ain't wanted for nothin', you is a man, a truly man +Mama love you, I can't wait 'til your album come out +Because everybody asking about it and I know it's gon' be a beautiful album +Love you, Dwayne15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro (C4)[Produced by Willy Will] + +[Verse] +Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes +And them niggas pussies, camel toes +I got some money on me, and the weed nice +My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light +Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote +Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio +Still running shit, I’m on my cardio +Boy I’m going in, like my water broke +Suicide note, suicide doors +I put in overtime, like a tied score +Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours +And the weed loud, like a lion's roar +Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever +Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller +No music on, rock it acapella +And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never +Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit +A nigga counting money, you niggas counterfeit +Real nigga nigga, proud of what I am +Young Money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam +Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune +I left the bullshit in the waiting room +Straight to the money, no short cuts +Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus +We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups +And bitch I be so high, I get starstruck +Millz in this bitch, he said fuck them hoes +And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes +And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable +I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga Dusty Rhodes +I’m from eagle street, I go Hercules +I get on the beat, murder 1st degree +YMCMB, we don’t give a fuck +You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked +This the best worst feeling +And nigga if I die I die a death worth living +This that text book G shit +I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick +Yeah, knock me I knock ya face off +Life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones +Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone +C4, Mr. Carter’s home!8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Psycho[Chorus] +Psycho, you got me psycho +Baby, commit me +I'm not backing down + +[Verse 1] +I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin' +I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' +I thought I was whippin' 'til that pussy whipped me +I fell asleep in it like Whitney +I go hard for my baby +Psycho ward for my baby +Swipe that card for my baby +Bodyguard for my baby +Bobby Brown for my baby +Lock it down for my baby +I knock that pussy out and then I growl for my baby +Even psychos need love too +I save all her text messages +I smell her panties while she in the bathroom +And taste whatever she left in them +I take pictures of her when she not lookin' +Study 'em microscopically +Marry me and then bury me +And then bury her on top of me, I'm +[Chorus] +Psycho (You got me) +You got me psycho (You got me psycho) +Baby, commit me (Baby, commit me) +I'm not backing down +(I'm not backing down) + +[Verse 2] +Girl, I'm so crazy for you +I left my old lady for you +Now she done went crazy +You know she be hatin' on you +Say she gon' be waitin' for me +Well, she gon' be waitin' +'Cause she know I'm crazy 'bout you +You got me all psychotic +Girl, I'm your patient +I'm just tryna kick it wit' ya +And I don't even know karate +But I know cr-azy +Crazy 'bout her attitude +Crazy 'bout her shampoo +Jealous of her shadow dude +I'm crazy +Crazy 'bout her vaginal and every other avenue +Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy +Should've said I never do +If she says pleasurable +Then it's my pleasure, boo +You ain't gotta never move +Lookin' all edible +And I'm ready when you're ready to +You already knew +Girl, you already know +I ain't never lettin' go +I ain't never lettin' go +Addicted to your love, a motherfucker need a Betty Ford +You gon' have to cut me off with a sword +And if you ever leave me, I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note +While I'm hangin' from the second floor +And when you don't come home +Then it's vroom-vroom, boom-boom +Nigga ridin' 'round checkin' doors, oh Lord +[Chorus] +Psycho (You got me psych) +You got me psycho (You got me, you got me psycho) +Baby, commit me +I'm not backing down + +[Bridge] +I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin' +I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' + +[Outro] +Psycho, you got me psycho (You got me psycho) +Baby, commit me +I'm not backing down +I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Amazing Amy[Intro: Lil Wayne & Quavo] +Whoa, I'm in love with that ho bro +(Uh, Migo!) +We got London on da Track + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Quavo] +She crazy as fuck (Crazy) but she sexy (bad) as fuck (She bad) +And she just hit me up, she text me "let's fuck" (Smash) +I'm just waking up but fuck it I'm up (I'm up) +Ooh! I'm on my way (where?) +Get out my way (Move), bump-bump-bump-bump (Move) +I'm Norman Bates and this bitch ain't normal, our kids gon be nuts (Not the babies!) +But when I had the yay +And the police would come she wouldn't give me up (Nah) +She knew what not to say +And when they would leave, she gave me heads up +Lord I feel like Plies (I'm feeling like), that's my lil' baby (Baby) +But that bitch so crazy (Crazy) +That bitch gon kill me, and then she'll be famous, that'll be crazy +Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy +But that's my bitch though, I must be crazier, she must be schizo +Fuck it, I love her, fuck it, I love her, don't fuck with my lover +Boy I'll put you under +Her last nigga shunned her, she ride me like Honda +Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, that bitch so crazy +That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous +That's what's amazing (Damn) +But I'm in love with that ho though +Even though she loco +That pussy got me bozo +I'm in love with that ho bro +Amazing Amy, amazing Amy, my bitch so crazy +That bitch gon' kill me, then she'll be famous +That's so amazing +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She's so amazing +Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby +That bitch gon kill me, that'll be crazy +But that's what's amazing, that's my lil' baby +That bitch so crazy, amazing Amy +(Just wait on it, just wait on it) +And this that Sorry 4 The Wait, Amy +(Just wait on it, just wait on it, just wait on it) +And I'm so sorry for the wait, Amy... + +[Verse 2: Quavo] +Quavo! +She told me wait on it +I told her you gon have to put a date on it (Go) +You already let Tunechi skate on it +My hook in the water, lil' mama, she bait on it +Damn, I mean she bite on it (Grrr) +Kawasaki she can ride on it (Ride) +She too good for me like some vitamins +She swallowed the dick like a Heineken (Nasty) +I love her she came with a frying pan +Her mama black, her daddy from Japan +So amazing she deserve a Birkin bag +She so crazy she gonna take all of my cash +She in love with my money and I am so crazy +I'm gonna keep spending blue hunnids and for the jabronis +Waiting for Migos and Wayne to fall off +Nigga you can wait on it +[Verse 3: Offset] +Offset! +Choppa like Tony watch how I do my opponent +Wait on my moment I beat it I own it +Keep that thang on me you won't catch me lonely +She wanna suck and fuck and put it on me +She plotting on me trynna get some money (Cash) +Had to cut her cause the millions coming (Cut, yeah) +Run off with the work, started trappin dummies +Caucasian, Black and Asian you amazing +We poppin' them seals we not in the Navy +We won't take a deal cause we got the paper (Nah) +That people hate it, we still nominated +Young Rich Niggas yeah we graduated +I got bitches in the kitchen cookin' Sarah Palin +Smoking up the gas bag you can smell the fragrance (Gas) +Got me buying handbags, man this bitch is crazy (Uh, crazy) + +[Verse 4: Takeoff] +Takeoff! Takeoff! +Amazing Amy +Amy wanna have my baby +(Nah) she been patiently waiting +Waitin' for me to get famous (Waitin' for) +Want me to buy her Mercedes +I thumb through the check then I looked at her crazy +I'm focused on the M&M's +You want Benjamin Franklins you gotta have patience +I pull up in the coupe and its disabled +I'm drinking on maple these bitches watching me on cable (Actavis) +Nigga's trynna copy but they can't be the creator +I'm a legend, feel like Will Smith, can you be my Jada? +And I'm in the Oakland, Audi looking like a Raider +When the Migos in your city we pack out your stadium +In the kitchen with the Dominican's I'm creating em' +Trappin and dabbin', pull up at your bando with Wayne & them! +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She's so amazing +Lord I feel like Plies, that's my lil' baby +That bitch gon kill me, that'll be crazy +But that's what's amazing, that's my lil' baby +That bitch so crazy, amazing Amy +(Just wait on it, just wait on it) +And this that Sorry 4 The Wait, Amy +(Just wait on it, just wait on it, just wait on it) +And I'm so sorry for the wait, Amy... + +[Outro: Quavo] +Amazing, amazing, ohh kill me! Crazy! +Amazing Amy! Oh! Oh!41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Phone Home[Intro: Dre] +This is, this is, this is, this is +We are not the same, I am a Martian +We are not the same, I am a Martian +Greetings from Planet Weezy +We will begin transmission in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 + +[Chorus: Dre] +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +And if you feel like you're the best +Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +We are not the same, I am a Martian +And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas +Lock, load, ready to aim at any target +I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target +Hip hop is my supermarket +Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists +I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it +And I'll be back in the morning +[Chorus: Dre] +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +And if you feel like you're the best +Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +We are not the same, I am a alien +Like Gonzales, young college +Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston +I'm used to promethazine in two cups, I'm screwed up +And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up +Flow so sick make you wanna throw your food up +Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup +Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut +I get bread like cold cuts, you know what? +Your girl go down fast, come up slow, but I never slow up +Weezy! + +[Chorus: Dre] +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +And if you feel like you're the best +Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +They don't make 'em like me no more +Matter of fact, they never made it like me before +I'm rare, like Mr. Clean with hair +No brake lights on my car rear +I never had life and I never had fear +I rap like I done died and gone to heaven, I swear +And yeah, I'm a bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar +And they can't get on my system 'cause my system is the solar +I am so far from the othars, I meant others +I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover + +[Chorus: Dre] +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +And if you feel like you're the best +Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Selsun Blue[Hook] +Get rid of the residue +Get rid of all the white, like Selsun Blue +This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +I'm so sorry, I feel terrible +Yeah, I know I keep on telling you +Leggo + +[Verse 1] +It's all about the Young fuckin' Money +It's a war in these streets, I need a Humvee +That AK-47, that's my trusty +Got some tricks up my sleeves, I need some cufflinks +Oh Lord, these niggas soft, these niggas fluffy +Another one bites the dust 'til his gums bleed +Oh Lord, Public Enemy, Chuck D +Me with no money's like a bunny with no front teeth +Fuck me? It's fuck you if it's fuck me +I hit the kush, blow it out like a bum knee +Where the haters? Point 'em out and ask 'em what's beef +Stack of hundred dollar bills in a scrunchie +Oh Lord, kamikaze, kidnappin' killers +Screaming "Fuck the other side!" +She ride the dick, the dick gon' kill her, vehicular homicide +Oh Lord, I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga +I'm sorry for them other guys +Lay a nigga down, Nina sang his ass a lullaby +Wave your white flag all you want, bitch, I'm colorblind +Bad bitch with me got thunder thighs and her mother's eyes +Li-li-li-lick my lollipop like it got gum inside +Miami in the winter, Cali in the summertime +My bitch is independent, she don't ask me for a dime +Love it when we makin' love, hate it when it's fuckin' time +Disrespect the caterpillar, rave about the butterfly +Bullet ain't got no name, nigga, but you could get it customized +Run up in your house, undisguised, why you look surprised? +Motherfuckers better fuckin' hide, I feel like Mr. Hyde +Athletes still gettin' jacked like they missin' tires +Oh Lord, one of the wildest B's in my hive +I'll sting a bitch and die anytime +Hate it when the fuckin' police shut the session down +We just talkin', we just skatin', we just messin' round +Tell them niggas that be hatin' we ain't messin' round +They just barkin', they just fakin', they gon' settle down +We got bitches, we got beer, we got Bobby Brown +Skatin' underneath the bridge, dead body found +Do a trick over the body, hope he smilin' down +Do a trick off of some stairs, land on solid ground +Grizzly Gang in this bitch, check the grip tape +Nigga came on your bitch, ooh milkshake +Chop a cocaine brick like a sensei +Break the great white down to a fish plate +Woo! Pockets on inflate +Got the Yay locked down like Kim K +I been sippin' codeine since 10K +I be cussin' while I'm bustin', "Die motherfuckers" +Oh Lord +[Hook] +Get rid of the residue +Get rid of all the white, like Selsun Blue +It's that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +I'm so sorry, I feel terrible +Yeah, I know I keep on telling you7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Two Shots[Produced by Diplo & DJA] + +[Chorus] +Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever +It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together +I could probably do better, but probably's like never +I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser + +[Verse 1] +Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher +It's all there papa, you ain't even got to measure +Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous +Well what goes around comes around, propellers +Money Over Bitches, M.O.B, goodfellas +Cut our ears off, ain't shit you could tell us +Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin' love letter +If I ain't a trendin' topic, I'm a fuckin' trend-setter, I'm on + +[Chorus] +Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever +Man, it's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together +I could probably do better, but probably's like never +I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser + +[Verse 2] +If you're scared, go to church, Mason Betha +Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasin' a leopard +The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been +But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican +I ain't on that bullshit, shorty fine as fuck though +Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain't cut-throat +Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow +Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke +Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain +Pay me no mind but I don't have change +I cock back and aim at your membrane +Broad day, no mask, close range +[Bridge] +You can get two shots from wherever, two shots from whoever +It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together +I should probably do better but probably, whatever + +[Verse 3] +Your bullshit is stinkin' up the place +Me no tek bad up, me a done de place +Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base +I make her cum so many times, call her "nutcase" +It's Young Money baby, take your clothes off +Give me them three holes, bowlin' ball +Two shots of whatever +Keep them bitches cummin' and she gon' do whatever + +[Chorus] +Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever +It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together +I could probably do better, but probably's like never +I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser + +[Outro] +Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gucci Gucci[Hook/Intro: Lil Wayne & Sample] +One big room full of bad bitches +One big room full of bad bitches +One big room full of bad bitches +One big room full of bad bitches +Sorry for the wait! +One big room full of bad bitches (Yeah!) +One big room full of bad bitches +Tez pushed the album back, man! +One big room full of bad bitches +One big room full of bad bitches (Sorry!) +Ugh! + +[Verse 1] +Fuq' got the weed, Marl' got the gun +They say numbers don't lie; bitch, I'm not the one +Hammers in your face, this is not a dream +And you're getting every page of this magazine +Bumping UGK, talking about a murder +We roll a Dr. J and then we light that Julius Erving +I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out +Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out +Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya +My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga! +Glock 4-tini, nina colada +Suck, swallow; semen, saliva +I am going at your collar; fuck you hoe niggas +Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure +Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a fucking dope dealer +You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson, Thriller +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample] +I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches, yeah! +One big room, full of bad bitches (Ugh! Ugh!) +One big room, full of bad bitches (Yeah!) +One big room, full of bad bitches (Ugh, ugh, it go...) +Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya +My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga +Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya +One big room, full of bad... + +[Verse 2] +Back where I started on my set, in black +All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque +We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats +And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats +'Til the wheels fall off; I can fix a flat +If you're scared, go to church and get a scripture tat +Guns the size of children; now, don't be childish +Be with wild-ass niggas, and I am the wildest +I'm a motherfucker; call me Weezy, baby +And on the end of the barrel, I got a sweet potato +My life is a movie, I got a leading lady +My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady +I got the world in my hands, skateboard and my Vans +And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran +I know what I can do, so, bitch, I do what I can +Dropped that Sorry 4 the Wait, man, I'm just saying +[Hook/Outro: Lil Wayne & Sample] +I-I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches, yeah! +One big room, full of bad bitches (Haha!) +One big room, full of bad bitches (Ugh!) +One big room, full of bad bitches (Haha! Ayo, I- I- Yo!) +One big room, full of bad bitches +Ayo, Kreayshawn, you can get it! (I'm sorry for the wait!) +One big room, full of bad bitches +Yo, yo! Kreayshawn, you can get it! (BP, I see you!) +One big room, full of bad bitches (Fükey, baby!) +Straight up! You can get it! +One big room, full of bad bitches (Mike Banger!) +Drop the Golden Gate Bridge! (Uh-huh!) +One big room, full of bad bitches +Scoo-Scoo, what's good? +One big room, full of bad bitches +Drop the Golden Gate Briiiidge! +One big room, full of bad bitches +Hood, I see you! (I'm gone) +AHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm sorry for the wait!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Without You[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Tell 'em + +[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)] +I done spent so many of my days without you (Yeah) +I done lost all my love and found my way without you +I done gave up my soul, and gave up my pride +And taped up my heart, and wiped off my eyes +Without you, without you, yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +How you doin'? +Me, I'm a mess +I feel powerless +Hands around this bottleneck, mmh +You got a new one +I'm not impressed +And if he trying to flex +You can give him my address, yeah +I be trying to rest +But Lord, the Devil busy +And when I do, I dream of you +And then the Devil pinch me +Do you ever miss me? +Do you ever wish we +Get it right and the rest is history? +I wish I could go back in time +And fix my lack of time +'Cause back then I had to grind +But see, you thought I’d rather grind +You thought I had the time +Thought I was lying half the time +And now I fantasize and agonize +To pass the time +Lord +[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)] +I done spent so many of my days without you (Uh) +I done lost all my love and found my way without you (Yeah) +I done gave up my soul (Yeah) +And gave up my pride (Yeah) +And taped up my heart (Yeah) +And wiped off my eyes +Without you (Without you) +Without you (Without you) +Yeah + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +How you doin'? +I can tell +You look like yourself +And I look like I'm by myself, fuck +But I'm getting through it +I might as well +'Cause I know time will tell +But it be moving like a snail, yeah +You got a new one +I wish you well +Then I bite my nails +I'm scared I might hear wedding bells, uh +I guess I blew it +It never fails +You was tired of waiting to exhale +I wish I could go back in time +And fix my frame of mind +Back when everything was fine +And we would never think of dying +And I was yours and you was mine +And we combine and intertwine +And now we in decline +Finish line +End of time, Lord +Woo +[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)] +I done spent so many +(I done spent so many, way too many) +Of my days without you +(Of my days without you) +I done lost all my love +(Lost all my love) +And found my way without you (Lord) +I done gave up my soul (Yeah) +And gave up my pride (Yeah) +Taped up my heart (Yeah) +And wiped off my eyes +Without you (Without you) +Without you (Without you) +Yeah + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Now you've been gone too long +True or false, right or wrong? +I'm left to live life alone +I'ma need more Styrofoams +If you find your way home +You know that porch light is on +I lay in bed wishing your side was warm +We wish we could go back in time +And push it in reverse +Cause this shit ain't for us +Baby, this shit for the birds +But I know what I'll do +I'll move on, I got to +And this is to you, for you +About you, without you, girl +[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly & (Lil Wayne)] +(I done spent so many, way too many +Of my days without you +I done lost all my love, Lord) +I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride +And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes +Without you, without you + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +How you doing? I can tell, yeah +How you doing? I can tell +You look like yourself +I'm by myself29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Living Right[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] +Livin' + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Nigga, that's me in that nice-ass house +Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass +Walkin' 'round saying, "You got a nice-ass house" +My phone keep ringin' though, my bad +I think my girl got me on spy cam now +My homies call cocaine "white trash" +Charge you double just to take my trash out +I cannot fuck wit' you, bitch, 'cause you gon' get a nigga busted +Worryin' 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustlin' +Put the dick up in your mouth while it's runnin' +Bitch, don't ask no questions +Soon as I heard this, a young nigga killed it +'Cause I go too hard, I eat beats, mmm, scrumptious, delicious +Shoot you in your kidneys +I hope you see blood when you pissin' +We run up in your house on Christmas +And don't ask no questions +Just shoot whoever's present +While they open their presents +Oh please, Lord, forgive me +I just talked to my Reverend +Asked him if I'm the Devil +He said, "That's these bitches" +See, I'm from New Orleans, that bitch is infested +Shootouts like the Westerns +Kill you and your bestie +Pay niggas to do it correctly +Two Ninas, they lesbians +I gotta shoot you with both or else one'd get jealous +I make money, not exceptions +Take pills like breath mints +She just get dick and refreshments +Free all my dogs in corrections +We all we got, don't need extras +We don't expect shit +We don't get mad over pussy +I'm probably lyin' in some pussy +While fools out here dyin' over pussy +And that's what I don't understand +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +'Cause a young nigga livin' right +A young nigga livin' right (Livin') +Yeah, a young nigga livin' right +A young nigga livin' right, mmm (You see me) +Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right +But now a young nigga livin' right, yeah (Livin') +Bitches see me and start gettin' right +Because they know a nigga livin' right (You see me) + +[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] +Standin' on the top, I got a +Lot of observations +Young nigga, lot of options +You, you +Runnin' through a check +Buyin' all the champagne, blowin' up the net +And settin' all the trends, showin' niggas what's next +I was drinkin' coffee, smokin' weed on the jet +Probably wit' your wifey in the back for pillow talk +But we ain’t talkin', gettin' top while ain't no top +Swear to God, I had a chopper +Now the gun biz are the friends hoppin' out a helicopter +I be rollin' up the doctor's wishes +Countin' up the money, kickin' out the bitches +'Cause they all up on you, but be gone when it get real +Bitches ain't shit but a brick through your windshield +Shows in the evening, business meetings in the morning +(Ho) +Goons on deck, don't make a nigga sick 'em on ya +(Go, go, go) +Niggas talkin' shit, gon' make a nigga get pneumonia +Wrist so cold, think it's sick and got Ebola +Crib so big, got a bitch in every corner +Joint smoke good 'cause I showed her how to roll it +In the morning, I got meetings with my lawyer +Arguments I'll never be a part of +Love pussy and some good conversation +And that money, we'll never see a shortage +Nigga run up on me, he gon' be a goner +Bruce Wayne whip, I got a new favorite bitch +I got a joint I just rolled that got a Liu Kang kick +I gotta do it big, that's just how I do things +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Uh, 'cause a young nigga livin' right +A young nigga livin' right (Young nigga) +A young nigga livin' right +A young nigga livin' right, yeah (You see me) +Don't get me wrong, I had to get it right +But now a young nigga livin' right, yeah (Livin') +Bitches see me and start gettin' right +Because they know a nigga livin' right, uh (You see me) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out +Lifespan, motherfuckin' lifespan +That shit all depend on how tonight pan out +Ooh, I swear these hoes ain't right man +I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now +Red bandana in my right pocket +So if I pull the trigger, I can wipe that down +I just put my gun up in her Coach bag +I won't hesitate to pull it right back out +Life coach? I don't need no life coach +To coach me through my motherfuckin' ups and downs +Tell a bitch don't ask no questions +My money so old, I tell my new money "Respect your elders" +I'm startin' to get jealous of my own reflection +The young nigga sexy, a young nigga healthy +A young nigga flexin', I'm countin' my blessings +"Achoo," "God bless me," "Thank you," "You're welcome" +I talked to my Reverend, asked him if there’s a Heaven +A Heaven for a G, because me and my Gangstas +Done done it all, but never tell +He say "We already in Hell," I say "Ain't that a bitch?" +'Cause I work too hard, but still thankful as if this shit came as a gift +I just pray for my niggas that's out here still slangin' that shit +Keep my distance, I can't take that risk +I hope they understand +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +'Cause a young nigga livin' right +A young nigga livin' right (Livin') +Yeah, a young nigga livin' right +A young nigga livin' right, mmm (You see me) +Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right +But now a young nigga livin' right, yeah (Livin') +Bitches see me and start gettin' right +Because they know a nigga livin' right, yeah (You see me)41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yes[Verse 1: Pharrell] +You can catch me riding down on the fucking Verrazano +Ass out just like Diallo Diablo +Hi-ho silver, call that motherfucker Tonto +Leave a smoke trail back in Jersey in my condo +You can run up like you're Rambo +But you better hit me nigga if you know what I know +Cause I got some supersize guys that'll hit you with a combo +Pronto, you won't see the morning like Alonzo + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Camo shorts no socks with the red Bapes +Walk in to my closet fuck around and get a headache +Fuck you so good shawty you gonna need a bed break +Red viper slither through the street like a red snake +Red diamonds in my chain looking like a red snake +Fuck with me wrong man, you gonna need some yellow tape +"All them awards, Wayne, do you need a medal case?" + +[Refrain: Pharrell] +You got that mean mug grill, that red in your eyes +That ace of spades baby talking big-boy size +Get a stack in each hand and hold it like you're fresh +They say man it's like that +Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes +Your money and your girls, chilling in the VIP +Stop for a second and gyrate them hips +Get a stack in each hand and hold it like your fresh +If they say man it's like that +Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Yes I make money, I'm a paper machine +And you can catch me in the newest, not the latest machine +"Now, Weezy, why you drive so fast?" Because I'm chasing a dream +And when I catch that motherfucker, I'm a rape it and leave +Yea, Its Young Tunechi, now give me some pussy +I ain't gotta paper chase 'cause my paper come to me +I know money look good +Bitch I know that why you looking huh +Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo +Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows +Young Money, bitch, but for short it's YM, ho +Love that shit so much I went and iced out the symbol +All my niggas scaring you, all your nigga's scarier +Scarier than a cat in a cage with a terrier +Pet cemetery, Wayne, are you the veterinarian? + +[Refrain: Pharrell] +You got that mean mug grill, that red in your eyes +That ace of spades baby talking big-boy size +Get a stack in each hand and hold it like you're fresh +They say man it's like that +Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes +Your money and your girls, chilling in the VIP +Stop for a second and gyrate them hips +Get a stack in each hand and hold it like your fresh +If they say man it's like that +Say yes nigga, yes nigga, yes +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Yes I do it big, call me Lil Astronomical +Weezy F baby and the 'F' is for phenomenal +Type of nigga go and get his hood 'cross his abdominal +You could check my watch, I been rich a long time ago +I'm so tired of balling, man, I sleep all night +Bed sheets so nice, bed bugs don't bite +I ask her do she wanna fuck, before I ask twice, she say +Yes I am a beast, I swear I needs to be tranquilized +Yes I am a giant, next to me you are just ankle high +Yes I eat that pussy, oh, how do I love that panty pie +Keep my hair shampooed and yes, I keep my hands sanitized +New Orleans baller, ask ESPN +Just kicking it with the Bruce Lee-esbian +"Do you really think you're better than the rest?" +Haha, bitch, I'm the best7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Am Not a Human Being[Intro] +I-I-I, am-am not a human being! + +[Verse 1] +Uhh, pussy for lunch +Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha +Yeah, kush in the blunts +I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk +I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan +I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland +Together we stand, and fall on y'all +Balling with my Bloods, call it B-ball +These dames ain't shit, Young Money is +I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers +Come through, coupe same color as veneers +And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers +Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz +And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin' grid +Shit, fuck with me and get hid +I finger-fuck the Nina, make that bitch have kids +Just do it? My nigga, I just did +Ain't a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig +You dig? This here, this big biz +And I scream, "Fuck it!" Whoever it is + +[Hook] +I am the rhyming oasis +I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it +I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing +I thank God that I am not basic +Oww! I-I am not basic +I-I-I, am-am not a human being! +[Verse 2] +Uhh, rockstar baby +Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby +Rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy +That's that mob shit, nigga, Martin Scorsese +Heater close range, cause people are strange +But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained +You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane +I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain +Uhh, swag on infinity +I'm killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy +Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories +Father forgive me for my brash delivery +I-I-I would try you, I wouldn't lie dude +I must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued +Young Money, baby, we the shit, like fly food +Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes +I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2" +I scream "Motherfuck you and whoever designed you!" +And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to +And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you + +[Hook] +I am the rhyming oasis +I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it +I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing +I thank God that I am not basic +I am not basic +I-I am not basic +I thank God that I am not basic +I-I-I, am-am not a human being! +[Verse 3] +Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world +Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl +Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl +Strong-arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls +Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock +And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop +I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop +I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop +Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock +And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots +Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops +You better run motherfucker, cause we not +You better run 'til your feet stop +You ain't even a fucking alphabet in my teapot +Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top +And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop + +[Hook] +I am the rhyming oasis +I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it +I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing +I thank God that I am not basic +I-I-I-I, I, I am not +I-I-I, am-am not a human being10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Try Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat +Now who wanna play fetch? +When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless +Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet +Mack the thinker, I'm the Blood - Method Man, Redman +A scared man a dead man, can I get a amen +You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet +Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the headrest +Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless +Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for +If I see 'em in the streets I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival +I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs +I'm so fly I shop at Skymall +Mama never bought me knockoffs +Lord I need some wood to knock on +Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn +I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on +And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on +Point guard with the bullets; you say Rájon, I say Rajon +Yeah, hold up; we them boys, we them wild boys +I hold a pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points +Menace to society, menace to myself though +Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow +And you don't want no problem, I'm a problem +My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot +Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems +Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom +On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack +You gotta shoot the rat when it get too big for the mousetrap +Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I'll "Pow" back +Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat +Bitch I'm Tommy Gun Tunechi +Favorite color ruby +Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses +Triple A dick, that's Amazin' And Amusin' +I'm sedated and secluded +I'm the greatest and improvin' +But my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong +Well if I die then I guess she dead right +Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga +I'll catch your pussy ass at a red light +And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka +I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran +We kidnap mamas and toddlers +We don't give a fuck if they ass adopted +Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace +Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they smilin' +And Weezy still hot as tamales +My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless +I'm so sorry for the wait +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard +I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole Dej Loaf +My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some yaka mein +She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets +My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team +It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey +We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep +Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step +Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip +And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip +The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow +My weed funky like armpits and assholes +Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow +And make sure them kids get everything they ask for +My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac +And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac +It's like she's two different persons; she be chillin', she be cursin' +Cry a river, squirt a ocean +Fuck fast, in slow motion +Man I know Soulja proud of me (ya heard me?) +Man, I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?) +Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late +And I ain't apologetic, but, sorry for the wait +Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late +And I usually ain't apologetic, but +Sorry 4 The Wait +Gone25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Run This Town[Intro] +Yeah +Millzy, I see you +T told me, "Do this shit" +So I'ma do this shit +No Ceilings! +Yeah, haha +Hahaha +I'ma run this town tonight +All right, now +Ugh + +[Verse] +Nigga, we are so ready for the war +C-A-R-T-E-R, put the beat in ER +I'm colder than "B-R," add another three Rs +Watch me like DVD/VCR +Pump to your chest, I ain't talking CPR +Riding this track like a motherfucking streetcar +New Orleans coroner—his name is Frank Minyard +Fuck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard +Man, I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod +Man, I act a ass, treat the beat like a hem'rrhoid +Man, I go to work on the beat, call it "employed" +Man, I kicks it, bitch, get your shinguard! Ugh +Young Money run this—towns, countries +I still eat rappers—mmm, scrumptious +My goons tote thumpers, they pump 'em like krumpers +Anybody beat, I'm gon' go Archie Bunkers +Tunechi be the wildest, let's run the metropolis +I pop like lollys, you drop like eyelids +The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing +And they say money talks, you can hear my shit holl'ing +You softer than ny-lin; oops, I meant "nylon" +Perfection is the goal, and I’m headed to the pylon +Crown fit me good, I ain’t even got to try on +The pistol mean business—that bitch should have a tie on +T done told me, "Do this shit," so I had to do this shit +I get superhero money, call a nigga "super-rich" +Keep it "super" for a while, let me get on my "super-" shit +Super-ill, super-sick—dog, I go super-Vick +Ran into a superwoman, turned her to a super-bitch +Hit her with that super-dick, she be coming super-quick +Super-Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streets, 'Nelly, Super Nick' +Super-Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that's the super-clique +Now, I’m off that "super" shit, fuck that shit, I super-quit +Running circles 'round the game, like a hula hoop and shit +You gon' have to loop this shit, there won’t be a duplicate +And my blunts be super-thick, I'm higher than a Supra kick +I—I—I’m the bomb, baby, watch me nuke this shit +When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this shit +My apologies, diabolically +I’m the prodigy—do you roger me? +I look in the flames and see a hotter me +But how come I’m still colder than common-ly? +Yeah, we run this town, like a lot of feet +Young Mula, baby; I'm proud of me21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pull Up[Intro: Lil Wayne] +That's how I raised 'em, Lord +Them niggas crazy + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +D-boy, D-boy, D-boy +My pockets look Keloid +My dead Presidents reborn +When I'm naked, I got three arms +Got a big house with a green lawn +Got a cigar full of neon +Like my ho cold and my tea warm +Close his casket, he look deformed +I got bitches on my dick + +[Verse 2: Euro] +I got Jays at my door +I got shooters on my team +I got Feds down my throat +Counting money, dirty and clean +Smoking nothing but Irene +Got a bitch with good hygiene +I'm sick with it, no vaccine + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I got coke under my nails +I got niggas taking them Ls +Nigga, we don't need no scale +I'm sick with it, no get well +Trigga man, trigga man, trigga man, please don't shoot +'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it like T-R-U +Young nigga ridin' in a V-1-2 +Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu +Like jiu-jitsu, split a brick in two +[Verse 4: Euro] +You do you, I'ma do what it do +Niggas dropping dimes and their 2 cents too +Bout it, bout it, bout it like hoody-hoo +Started from the bottom and I grew into +Everything I'm driving is new, improved +When she fucking with me, it's a new experience +Fucking with you it's a new excuse + +[Verse 5: Lil Wayne] +Nigga, who is you? +I looked in the mirror, say "Ooh, it's you" +All my goons be too enthused +So don't open your mouth like you're chewing glue +Light blue Michael Jordans, my shoe get checks like "Swoosh" +Hear you niggas talking about what you gon' do or might do +I invite you, I entice you, but I advise you not to +God bless you like "Achoo" +Police find you in the bayou +With your friends by you and your shit knocked loose +Nigga, that's what you'll get like Ken and Ryu +I been Piru, I'm in my mood +So you know what you can do? + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Fuck nigga, pull up +I'll be waiting, yeah +Fuck nigga, good luck, yeah +I'll be waiting, yeah +Fuck nigga, pull up +[Verse 6: Lil Wayne] +Fuck nigga pull up, fuck nigga pull up +I'll be waiting with my muhfuckin' foot up +I ain't even stood up, fuck nigga, good luck +Fuck nigga, put up or muhfuckin' shush up +Fuck nigga, pull up, my young niggas stood up +Like, fuck nigga, what up? Fuck nigga shook up +I been out here since P had the hook up +So if you wanna meet, nigga, I'm a butcher +If you wanna beef, nigga, I'm a butcher +My niggas wanna eat? Nigga, I'mma cook ya +If you with your bitch, and your bitch want me +Nigga, I'ma pull her like a trigger, she the bullet +We the illest, we the coolest (We the illest, we the coolest) +We the illest, we the coolest (We the illest, we the coolest) +The sickest and the smoothest, the gifted and the goofiest +Read a scripture out your movie, get a picture, I'm a-zoomin +I'ma hit 'em, I'ma lose 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma bruise 'em +I'm a sinner, I'm a suitor, not to mention I'm a mover +I come at you when I'm movin', the bitch I'm with bad +I'ma pinch her on her booty, that bitch is Lil Tunechi's +Aw yeah, aw yeah, fuckin' right + +[Verse 7: Euro, Lil Wayne & Both] +Always had my gun in fights +Always had the upper hand +You the always-call-your-brother type (Ooh) +Hard head all my fuckin' life (Yeah) +Whole world in my fuckin' hand (Yeah) +Damn, my girl just pulled up +With "Pull Up to My Bumper" playin' +But fuck it man, like what you sayin'? +Look, I'm not sayin', but I'm just sayin' +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Fuck nigga, pull up +I'll be waitin' +Lord knows, I'll be waitin' for you +Me and my young niggas +That's how I raised 'em + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Fuck nigga, pull up, my young niggas stood up +Like, fuck nigga, what up? Blooka-blooka-blookah +I say, fuck nigga, pull up, I'm waitin' with my foot up +Fuck nigga, good luck (Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt) + +[Verse 8: Lil Wayne & Euro] +I say, fuck nigga, pull up, fuck around and never pull off +They see the guns we pull out, say "Never mind" and pull off +They see the guns we pull out, say "Never mind" and keep goin' +I put the gun in his mouth and say "Be quiet and breathe soft" +Shifty eyes, I see four, flip them pies like D. Dawes +These bitches tired, they sleepwalk +Brilliant mind, I'm street smart, in deep thought +And we are what she want +And she want and he don't +But keep on and we gon' see (Yeah) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Fuck nigga, pull up +Yeah, fuck nigga, pull up, woo +I'll be waiting, haha +Why you waiting? +Fuck nigga, pull up, fuck nigga, pull up +Fuck nigga, pull up +Yeah, I'll be waiting for you +Uh, me and my young niggas, yeah +That's how I raised 'em Lord +Them lil niggas crazy +They just waiting for me to tell 'em to go crazy, boy +What am I waiting for?34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Street Chains[Verse 1] +Straight from the East side +Blood gang, we heavy +Fuck nigga, dare me +I turn into Freddy +My fingers machetes +Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis +We trap out the 'telly when we outta town +Uzi on deck +Phone ringin' off the hook, bitch, that's the plug +Ocean view bedroom, baby +See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub +Hold up, I ain't playin' +Niggas say they rich, I say "And?" +Same old song, I ain't dance +Heater on my waist, hotter than a frying pan +If you don't see what I'm sayin' +I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam +I ain't playin' +Guns in my hands, I ain't prayin' +Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced +I’m at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grand +I'm advanced like Japan +Got more sand than Sudan, Lord + +[Bridge] +And life ain't nothin' but a long day +And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way away +You know that haters come in all sizes, all shapes, 'kay +That's why I had to get a little more trunk space +Got insurance on the trap house, Allstate +Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate +Got the trap house pumpin' like a 808 +Boom, like a 808 +[Verse 2] +I could fly around that bitch, need a tarmac +I just landed in Cuba, need a straw hat +I gotta get the raw back, I need a format +I put the shit on horseback and start my own ranch +From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack +I'll turn your head to an open hot sauce pack +I tell the bitch some true lies and some false facts +Boy, I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack +Ooh, 187, 211 +Hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky +Stunt my ass off, chain heavy +Your bitch get passed on, chain letter +Train smoker, smoke plain, never +Had a date with the Devil +Then I changed schedules +I'm a trained killer +Like a paid killer +Better yet, Saddam Hussein nephew +Nigga, no love +That's from the bottom of my heart +I pull up and paint your whole fucking block red +Then get out of my car and admire my art +Then smile at my thoughts +My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a hawk +She see why I'm a boss +I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti +While it was parked +Now I don't wan' talk, bitch, I don't wan' talk +Lean in my punch, I decided to spar +Anybody want war? +I'm excited to start +Get indicted tomorrow +I be out by the morn +Before I even yawn +Stay in ya lane, I remind these lil' boys +This is victory lane, now do I need a horn? +The struggle is real, and the Bible too long +I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won'ts +Lord, please +Kilos, OZ's +'Cause my bitch high class, she like Pinot and cheese +I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees +I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree +I can hijack a Brinks, so my sweet soda pink +I'm a freak show to freaks +I'm spitting these bars, hope my bar tab is cheap +I'm a hard man to reach +I'm newborn and deceased +I'm too hard for this beat +I'm the heart and the beat +The Chong and the Cheech +My blunt long as a speech +Roach look like a leech +I'm too long for the brief +I'm too wrong for the priest +With this chrome on your teeth +That get blown out your cheek +Like my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea +She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet +I'm the head nigga, like Prodigy +And bitch, I'ma shine, like Connery +Yeah +[Outro] +And life ain't nothin' but a long day +Tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away50EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +BM J.R.[Spoken Word: Birdman] +Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about +I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin', lookin' like +They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh fuck +You know what we gon' do huh, what we been doin' ha nigga +We gon' load up get a lot mo get a lot mo and say fuck em nigga +Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes +Loadin' up on mo' bitches +Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga +I ain't never gettin' full +I'm full blooded with this grind +Yeah they don't understand lil nigga + +[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +Murder capital only key to survive is kill +If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real +And niggas know I go hard to the fullest +Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets +Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully +In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy +Ha, we hit 'em up while they lookin' +And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him +Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head got 'em +Knock his top to his bottom jack +Yeah, you see we grind from the bottom +Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map +Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at +You gotta wear ya extra condom and a extra gat +Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man +And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man +I backwards hand your man on command +In front of niggas he cool with them boys on fan +I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates +Ducking the animal keeper runnin' with my primates +You ain't did it till you done it like in five states +Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight +And in the drought I go on a diet and stretch more +Lose all that weight leave a nigga with stretch marks +You don't even come up to a nigga chest pa' sub par +What the fuck they play it in the club for +Real shit I'm ducking bombs from a drug war +No religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord +Father forgive 'em for they know not who they pushin' Lord +Father forgive me if I have to send em to you Lord +I'm just tryin' dodge the shots they send to the God +They ridin' up highway to heaven boulevard +Damn, them niggas pussy and jive +Not even in a eye exam, they ain't lookin' for I +The A and the K will make your face crook to the side +Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from the side +Cause when you wildin' you ain't lookin' you just lookin' high +And when we hungry you look like pie +Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue, apple custard +Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit busta +What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother +Real shit, nigga, same father, different mother +I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill +You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other +Than people you feel I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills +My speeches can kill, rest in peace +[Spoken Word: Birdman] +Yeah, you underdig, shawty? It's all about one thing nigga +If you bout money, nigga, come fuck with us +If you ain't bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga +And whatever you bout, we bout it +However you wanna get, we can give it to ya, nigga +All runners, bitch, you underdig? Put your prints in, nigga +Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +You sleep in the field for trying the dude +I'll bust ya head to the meat turn ya mind to food +Food for thought, think I ain't lyin' to you +I lie his body in grease, set fire to em +I tie his body in sheets put the tires to em +Make em feel the Escalade put his feet in the blades +Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze +And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the streets wit blay What! +My nigga hungry he'll eat the plate +And if I ask the homeboy'll eat ya face, yea! +And though he got me, you can ask I'm like a pool table +I keep the eight, my side pocket side ways +When I pop it leave a nigga sideways for five days +Birdman talk to em + +[Spoken Word: Birdman] +Yeah nigga, I tell em, I'll tell em again shawty +If it ain't bout no money, get and fall the fuck from 'round me nigga +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Check my swag, I travel like sound dawg +You play hard and I’m gravel like ground dawg +I'm underground, call me groundhog +Lay down laws, call the ground law +Don't confuse me wit' the law, naw +But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R +I ain't trippin' nigga, I play the corner like Ripken nigga +With the forty Cal Ripken nigga, rip a nigga +Flip your vehicle, split your windshield +Whack ya baby momma but I'll let the kid live +And people say that I am a kid still +Cause the lil nigga still ride on big wheels +You feeling animal then come on and get killed +The Sig peel bandanas like bananas +Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana +In my Cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah +Man a train couldn't stop ya man +I man up and you not a man, I stand up say I got my land +I'm the man of my land call it Lil-Weezy-ana +That's the new plan + +[Spoken Word: Birdman] +Yeah nigga, you bout some money get at me nigga +That's the only way +Dumb shit we bout that get at me you undadig +Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tha Mobb[Intro] +Yeah +Hardbody, hardbody +Carter, Carter, Carter +Yeah +Let's go + +[Verse] +Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side +They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide +Word to my mama, I'm gon' continue bombin' +Told her gettin' out the game is like coming out of a coma +I'm trying, but I'm normal, when this rap shit get boring +All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) +And the beat keep crying, and I'ma keep beating her (Yeah) +Fee, I'm fucking her, I'm deep in her, sleep in her (Yeah) +And what happens when the reaper come? (Huh?) +I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up (Yeah) +I made enough, I ain't make shit (Nah) +So while I'm here, I'ma take that and take this (Nigga) +Breakfast, yes +Let's eat, wipe your mouth when you finished (Yeah) +Then hunt for the lunch and dinner +No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on) +Fuck with them, they rushing in like Seminoles (Oh), Indians (Oh) +No bow and arrows, Harold (No) +Just Ninas, Gina (Damn) +Just choppers, Robert (Damn) +Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot? (Huh?) +I lock and seal it (Yeah), I'm the best, I can feel it (Yeah) +I'm in the lead, I could pop a wheelie (Got 'em) +Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (Go) +I'm here, motherfucker, make room, boom +Young Tune, the big kahuna (Yeah) +It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (Yeah) +Better now than sooner (Yeah), Junior +Flying 'round your city, tryna take a number two on ya (Hah) +I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave (Uh-uh) +Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave (You know) +Can't get rid of me (Uh-uh), not little me (No) +Man, I got 'em, I'ma get 'em, B (I got 'em, B) +I'm hungry like I didn't eat (Yeah) +I want it like I didn't see a mil' before seventeen (Boy) +What the fuck you niggas telling me? (Huh?) +You pups can't keep up with the pedigree (Get back) +Catch me where the weather be (Hah) +Somewhere in the seventies (Yeah), call myself settling +Palm trees, promethazine, but what's new? (Tell 'em) +Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop (Yeah) +Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (Fuck 'em) +So, how you wan' do it? Baby, we can get it +All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it +Money or murder, you my nigga (Yeah), my jelly preserver +I'ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah +Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it, 'cause (Yeah) +Every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah +Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah +The niggas abolished, the bitches astonished, and (Yeah) +Then they pay homage, when did they find it? But +Now that they know, it's a must I remind 'em, so +They don't forget it, I underline it, and +I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin', youngin +I been through all that, I done done what you sayin' +I put it down when the others was playin' (Yeah) +When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders +Stole food from the bears, and brought it back to the lions (Yeah) +Hold court with the apes, I'm a gorilla, but lighter (Yeah) +Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah +Start 'em, ignite 'em (Yeah), I walk through fire +Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo, yeah +Alter a nigga, nina talk to a nigga (Yeah) +Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a nigga (Damn) +I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga +Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (Nothin') +Fork in the road, I'm always going right +Nowadays, knowing life, ain't no more road lights (Woah) +We can't see, but we gon' make it to the finish line +It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (Hut) +Touchdown, check the scoreboard, give me mines (Yeah) +Semi nine fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah) +Damn, then one more to the face (Bah) +Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (Yeah) +I'm made, straight mafia shit +Front line, top rank, ready to die for my shit (Yeah) +And the obvious shit? +If I talk about my rivalry, they probably get rich +So fuck 'em, I'ma let 'em sit (Yeah) +And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here (Right here), I'm chestin' up +I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm steppin' up (Woah) +See, you fucking up the money, baby +And that ain't good business +You starting to look like a witness (Fuck 'em) +And this is for the gangsters and the bitches (Yeah) +The hustlers and the hoes (Yeah) +Crossover? Whatever, mainstream? No +'Cause Wayne thinks silent (Ah), Wayne'll never fold (Uh-uh) +You heard it right here if the game was ever told (Nigga) +Lift up your toes and look under a rug +Trust me, that's history under all that dust +So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?) +Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I'm still upfront (Yeah) +Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt +Let's eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut +But, you know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch +That's real shit if you ever seen such, church +[Outro] +Tha Mobb +Nigga28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drunk In Love[Produced by Beyoncé & Detail] + +[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne] +I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking +You woke up and said "Go baby" +She said "Fuck me hard, don't take it easy on me +Don't do me no favors" +No neighbors +Pussy like water, got no smell ain't got no flavor +She treat the tip of my dick like a waitress +She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater + +[Verse 1: Christina Milian] +We've been drinkin' and they've been talkin' +But we ain't worried, we just look the other way +It's time to roll up and get it started +It's bout that time I've been feenin' all day +I want you right now +Right in the skate park, riding on your skateboard +You, right now +We drunk in love +I wanna do it all night, we won't stop +Got me feeling like Aaliyah when you make my boat rock +Baby be my leader, tell me how you want it papi +How you want it papi? How you want it? +[Hook: Christina Milian] +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Hol' up, throw that, throw that pussy girl +Throw that, throw that pussy +Got you walkin' crooked, lookin' drunk as Uncle Woody +Hol' up, I don't even drink, I just be on that drank +I just be on that dank and wide awake like I ain't +So I'ma wear that ass out all night +You get hard dick all day, pussy always tight +And warmer than The North Face +Ooh talkin' crazy, dick gon' have you walkin' crazy +Round this bitch lookin' handicapped +At least you'll get good parking spaces +Look at things on the bright side +Hit that ass from the right side +I'ma fuck the shit out ya, no more Mr. nice guy +Ooh girl, you gon' get this dick, we don't do romance +She ride the dick so fast, like look ma, no hands +Oh, I'ma pull her hair, I don't care if it ain't her hair +I'ma paint her pussy lips white, white like Dave Chappelle +You gon' suck your finger, after you play with yourself +I'm like fuck all that singing you about to yell +[Hook: Christina Milian] +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot + +[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne] +I woke up in that pussy and starting stroking +You woke up and said "Go baby" +She said fuck me rough, don't take it easy on me +Don't do me no favors +No neighbors +Fuck you so hard you turn around like goodness gracious +You ask for this and you know I accommodate ya +She doing tricks on my dick cause I'm a skater +[Verse 3: Christina Milian] +And that purp mixed with that Sprite +My body high and we gettin' right with that swisha' hit that light +Boy no speakin', we freakin' +Play around with my boy toy +He slidin' through that half pipe while I'm ridin' on that skate board +Skate board, skate board +Ridin' on that, grindin' grindin' on that +(Hol' up) +He surfin' all that, he surfin' all that hood hood +I'm ridin' on that, twerkin' on that good good + +[Hook: Christina Milian] +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +We gon' be fuckin' all night +We ain't makin' love +We ain't makin' love +So you gon' watch me what, what, what, drop it like it's hot +I'mma what, what, what, drop it like it's hot + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +And this that sorry +This that, you won't be sorry +No you won't be sorry +Thank you for your patience +This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +You won't be sorry, no you won't be sorry +But this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +And I thank you for your patience, yeah30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Best Rapper Alive[Intro] +Fuck with me +Thank you +Yeah (Come on), yeah, yeah (Come on) +You know me, man, yeah (Come on), yeah (Come on) +Alright, hahaha +Oh, Fee, I got 'em, boy +Weezy Baby (C2, yeah) +Weezy Baby (Three) +You can't see me +But I see you (Yeah) +And I see you (Yeah) +Lord +I, I, I got 'em + +[Verse 1] +Bring the crowd in, I'm loud in living color +It is Weezy Fuckin' Baby, got these rappers in my stomach +Yummy, I'm taking it, I ain't askin' them for nothing +If you sell a million records, we could battle for your money +I'd rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday +Watch a football game and bet it all on one play +Still stuntin', baby, yes, I'm still flossin' +Latest car on the market with the top peeled off it +Big wheels make it look a little bulky +You look a little salty, have yourself a chilled coffee +Chill out, the guns is still out +Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out +I'm busy, I got paper to reel in +God, I hope they snappin' at the end of my rod +I hope I'm fishin' in the right pond +And I hope you catchin' on to every line, who am I? +[Chorus] +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) +Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight +And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?) +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) +Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight +And you should be afraid, be very afraid (Yeah), yeah + +[Verse 2] +The heart of New Orleans, thumpin' and beatin' +Livin' and breathin', stealin' and feedin' +Peelin' and leavin', killin' and grievin' +Dearly departed, erased, deleted +No 'prints, no plates, no face, no trace +Out of sight, out of mind, no court, no case +Sell his chain, celebrate, block party, second line +Zulu Ball, Essence Fest, Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras +Shotty bounce, body rock, now he dropped, now he got +Family try tell the feds, tell the cops +Smell a rat comin' back to the house, to the spot +Tap-tap, knock-knock, who is that? Chk-pow +Triggaman, hoodie man, tell the kids Boogieman +Pistol Pete, Ammo Mammal, gunman, blum-blam (Haha) +Damn, Sammy, you done fucked up +Pussy-ass niggas, put your nuts up, just call me +[Chorus] +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) +Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight +And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?) +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) +Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight +And you should be afraid, be very afraid, yeah + +[Verse 3] +Fuck up with all these rookie MCs? +Whew, smell like a bunch of pussy to me +Fuck 'em, fuck 'em good, fuck 'em long +Fuck 'em hard, fuck who? Fuck 'em all +Yeah, like that, just like that, right back +I'm on that money train and that MAC'll knock 'em off track +The quarterback, well-protected from the Warren Sapp +The young heart attack, I spit that cardiac +You can't see me, baby boy, you got that cataracts +I'm right here, straight out the hood just like an alley cat +Since everyone's a king, well, where the fuck your palace at? +Me? I got callous on my hands, I can handle that +It's no problem, baby, I so got 'em +It's just a victory lap, baby, I'm just joggin' +Yeah, and I ain't even out of breath +The motherfuckin' best yet, sorry for cussin' (Who?) +[Chorus] +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) +Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight +And they gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Who?) +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh, yep) +The best rapper alive (Huh, yep), the best rapper alive (Huh) +Swagger right, check (Uh), game tight +And you should be afraid, be very afraid, yeah25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dope New Gospel[Intro] +Man in the mirror, my hero +He helped me center my ego +When I think I'm bad like Michael +He bring me back down to Tito +Man in the mirror,, my hero +He helped me see like a eagle +He helped me hear enemies cry wolf +Then he see me take off my sheep clothes + +[Verse 1] +Hasta la vista, adios +Beat the odds like mosquitoes +Keep in mind I'm a negro +So my open mind got a screen door +Bitches wan' come play the lead role +And end up with nothin' but B-roll +Sit on the dick in a C-4 +Then I come back with a cheat code +Pill bottle only half full +But fuck it, my nigga, I'm past good +Sexy bitch rubbin' my tats good +But before she do, bitch, wash yo' hands good +I'm flexin' muscles that you can't pull +You can't make a fist 'cause I'm a handful +I never really knew my dad good +But still grew up to be the big bad wolf +You always see me with the white cup +Some people say that is a bad look +But take a good look at what you are lookin' at +You never know when it's your last look +It's written all over my face +It's tattooed, it can't be erased +One of a kind, I can't be replaced +In case that mirror breaks +[Chorus: Nivea] +Well it's been way too long +And I wonder what it's been like +Tryna get back right with ya +'Cause I've been on my own +Or at least that's what it feels like +Wanna get back right with ya +It's been way too long +And I wonder what it's been like + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Man in the mirror, my hero +He helped me center my evil +I see the fire in his eyes +But he keep my blood temperature zero +Man in the mirror, my 'migo +Crème de la crème de la Créole +Couple a cracks in the mirror +Even through the cracks, I see no cracks in me though + +[Verse 2] +Daytime start to turn black +Everything stop like start to twirl +Thank God Weezy back +Order is restored, all is right with the world +Last time become lost time +No free time, 'til I bought time +No tea time, no off time +No me time, on y'all time +Blessings shower from the north side +From the brightest flower out the darkest skies +Love is blind but we caught eyes +It's a bumpy road but a joyride +Still can't ignore my rappetite +Like a hungry shark in a koi pond +Still the motherfuckin' best rapper, a-live +Nigga, y'all died +[Chorus: Nivea] +Well it's been way too long +And I wonder what it's been like +Tryna get back right with ya +'Cause I've been on my own +Or at least that's what it feels like +Wanna get back right with ya +It's been way too long +And I wonder what it's been like +'Cause I've been on my own +Or at least that's what it feels like +Wanna get back right with ya +Yeah It's been way too long +And I wonder what it's been like + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Man in the mirror, my hero +He got me center my ego +When I think I'm bad like Michael +He bring me back down to Tito +It's written all over my face +Tattoos that can't be erased +One of a kind, I can't be replaced +In case that mirror breaks2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Still Got That Rock[Verse] +Nigga I be hard on a ho 'cause a bitch ain't shit +And every ho I done fucked done sucked my dick +I had to pour out some drank for niggas I miss +I hope my weed ain't too loud to hear the snakes hiss +It's Dedication 5, medication high +I gotta clean up after these niggas 'cause they be wasting time +And boy, my hoes don't get in line because they stay in line +I'm shining on these hoes so hard they getting tan lines +It's Tunechi, I go hard, I put in work +Twin Glocks, the gift and the curse +Dirty money, no footprints in dirt +We geeked up, the revenge of the nerds +I swear, play with these niggas, that's that shit I don't do +As long as money talks, I got someone to talk to +Watch my dogs treat the beef like dog food +I got the power, but a short fuse, let's go +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the Feds +You know snitches get stitches, nigga, needle and thread +You better walk it like you talk it or we cut off your legs +Pretty please don't kill my vibe, I ain't too proud to beg +Alright, fucking right, shoot you up at the light +Straight take all your possessions, call that shit Poltergeist +And my homie, he a sniper, we call him Wesley Snipes +I call my bitch Plane Jane 'cause she catch nut like a flight +I'm on a mission to get movie money, stick to the script +Your bitch leaking information, I just follow the drip +Soon as I get that coupe, I'mma go get the rims +Toss the keys to my homie, tell that nigga it's his +I feel like He-Man when I'm in your ho +And tell that bitch give me my space, like a telescope +In her throat like Ricola, my system solar +I'm too young to die sober, your man a cobra +Watch that nigga, let's go +Boy, my bitches got bitches badder than your bitches +But I can't trust none of them bitches though, like magicians +Straight blowing money fast, I'mma get a ticket +Soon as I get off paper, I'mma smack a nigga +No broken mirrors, I can't see myself broke +Right back pocket, flag redder than a velvet rope +Never say never, she might do her friend, you never know +Shorty make that dick stand up like it's telling jokes +I swear to God, I put in work +I'm on them shrooms, my goons on alert +I spit these bars, this a uni-verse +You better duck, like Dooney and Bourke +I'm telling ya, shout out Turk +It's Hot Boys, bitch, the block is hot +If I ain't have the keys to success I would have picked the lock +Diarrhea, shit don't stop, until my fucking casket drop +Still got that crack, maybe one day I'mma pass the rock +[Outro] +Tunechi +Dedication 5 +What up Five30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pure Colombia[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I can't trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em, +They tell me "Go to Hell," Okay I know the owner +Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein' +All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin +Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes +Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cuz she was startin' to get suspicious +Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga +You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga +Trigger happy nigga, I just can’t stop smiling +Thank God I’m fly, I had to thank my pilot +You think you’re calling shots, you got the wrong numberI love Benjamin Franklin more than his own mother +Throw that pussy, throw that pussy +And I don’t want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy- +Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers +My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups +Rest In Peace to my last victim +We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement +5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers +AK’s with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas +Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah +It’s that pure Colombia +’Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb +It’s loaded, so I just let her jump the gun +It’s that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it! +Tunechi +[Bridge] +Yeah, free Scooter, I'm outchea +Let's get it + +[Verse 2] +I done lost a couple hoes but I'm still a pimp +This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim +Park my cars in front my house like I ain't got no garage +Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I'm throwing knives +Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him Macintosh +I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box +These niggas sending threats, I'mma start sending hits +Bring me his head, so I can make sure its him +It's lonely at the top, it's lonely at the top +I think I'm 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop +Ain't nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop +Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop +Like ugh, this that pure Columbia +It's just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia +Most likely I done fucked that bitch that's laying under ya +She said she trying to see me, bitch that's Stevie Wonderful +You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list +YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes +I'm a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this? +Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing +Ahhhhh +We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work +Kill everybody ya'll gone need a limousine hearse +You see I'm armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt! +D5, what up five? +Yeah15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sweet Dreams[Verse 1: Beyoncé] +Every night I rush to my bed +With hopes that maybe I’ll get a chance +To see you when I close my eyes +I’m going outta my head +Lost in a fairytale +Can you hold my hands and be my guide? +Clouds filled with stars, cover your skies +And I hope it rains, you’re the perfect lullaby +What kinda dream is this? + +[Chorus: Beyoncé] +You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare +Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you +Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare +Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true +My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where +Baby long as you’re here +I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my +You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare +Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you + +[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] +Yo, yo, Young Money right here +Bike here, throw it up, no high chair +Cold like a white bear +Freddy Krueger I'm a rap bitch nightmare +And I’m rich, I could buy you +Kill bitches, leave their body in the Bayou +More brain than a IQ +More head than a dread, my youte +And my bank account ain’t hardly empty +That’s why I come through in a Barbie Bentley +So please mamacita, please no envy +When you come around it reads no entry +Who’s next to go? +My flows so flexible +Get gas, then get at me, Texaco +Shoot yourself in the leg, Plaxico +White jag with the twisted lip +I ain't Mike Jack but "This is it!" +B-b-b-boo I'm everywhere +You're like balloon boy, mama, you was never there! +I am the Kung Fu Panda +Fuck all your blogs, fuck all your propaganda +Good for the goose, then its good for the gander +Nicki ain't a rapper, Nicki is a brander +Please, you can never compare to me +All these bitches is scared of me +I am who they couldn’t even dare to be +So that's all folks, badabadee +I go hard, pause +Hospital flow, get more gauze +I'm a bad bitch on all fours +The President be like, "It's all yours!" +Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats +Go together like Ricky and his eye patch +Go together like a team in the gym +Kareem and the ring, the queen and the king +[Bridge: Beyoncé & Lil Wayne] +Tattoo your name across my heart +So it will remain +Not even death could make us part (No Ceilings!) +What kind of dream is this? +You could be a sweet-- + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Uh, kush it out, red bone, pussy, mouth +Eat you up, spit you out, fuck your girl in your house +I’m terrible, be careful, you might want say a prayer or two +So cold, I need theraflu, I'm so high, I need parachutes +I'm error proof, I'm never spooked, got my coupe, heaven blue +And my flag red as hell, think you're sweet as devils food +I never lose, my weapons use +Fuck with me wrong, shit get ugly, Devin Dude +And she’s the queen, two’s a couple, three’s a scene +Weezy that nigga that you see in your dreams, get the pussy wet, Abita Springs +Hah, I'm Easter clean, shout to my home girl, Mika Means +Anything we want we redeem, you niggas gassed up, ‘93 Supreme +Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch, more than an artist, bitch +She talk a whole lot of shit and walk around like she President Carter's bitch +She be on her Barbie shit, and me? I'm on Tha Carter VI +And I can turn crumbs to bricks, and I can turn nuns to tricks +Hah, Young Mula baby, f-fuck your feelings +And this is No Ceilings, yeah +[Chorus: Beyoncé] +You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare +Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you +Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare +Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true +My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where +Baby long as you’re here +I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my +You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare +Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Name Is[Chorus] +My name is, my name is +My name is, Weezy Baby, and I'm high +Like maintenance, I'm smokin' +I'm drankin', leanin' daily, like, hi +My name is, you know what my name is +Bitch, I'm famous, like Tom Brady +And hi, your name is? Not important +Who cares? Not Weezy Baby, uh + +[Verse 1] +Wake up, I see bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch +Makeup on my pillows make me mad, bitch +Without no makeup, I see that bitch as just average +Uber, Uber, Uber, Uber, Taxi +Looking at my Rollie, I got boogers on my Rollie +'Bout to hook up with my whoadies +Got the hook up on that codeine +Got the sugar for your nose ring +Got the blooka, I'm reloading +And according to my darling this dick feels so damn rewarding +I'm reporting out of shorty, she so naughty, me so horny +Kilo on me like I'm Tony, break it down to Rice-A-Roni +Take her out, look like she lonely, I'm gon' candlelight the moment +I'ma vandalize the pussy, she told him "My phone was roaming" +She be moaning 'til the morning, I be goin' in +I be on it, I be in it, I'm like Foreman on the grill +And I got doormen at the entrance +They got pistols in they trenches +They got rituals, religion +And I'm like, bitch, you know I'm sipping +'Til I die +[Chorus] +My name is, Lil Wayne, bitch +Weezy, F. Baby, ha +Her name went, from whatever-it-was +To "Lil Wayne's bitch", now that's crazy +And I, I camed in, regained strength +Rebanged it, rotation +Her guy, he's nameless, he ain't shit +Always on the same shit, poor baby + +[Verse 2] +I pour up so much they call me Pour Baby +Kush man, I need a sack like Charles Haley +Sipping to the Big Moe, I'm the Barr Baby +Sip got me moving slow but my thoughts racing, err! +My long days give me short patience +My heart vacant, awards taken +What in tarnation? No information, no statements +Young mula, old mula, mula all ages +Ha-Hallelujah, I'm the Hollygrove 2Pac +Roc-A-Fella, new rock, hundred K in a shoebox +AK and a new Glock go wap-ba-ba-loo-bop +Pray the vest you got save you like a coupon +Hustle 'til my dreadlock is grey as some Poupon +Every day is my birthday, I'm a newborn +Stay on my toes, ask a shoe horn, I ain't got no roof on +Gettin' my No Ceilings 2 on +[Chorus] +And hi, I'm brainless, I'm stainless +Entertainment, his lady +And, um, if she ain't thick, then she ain't it +I can't fuck wit' a slim lady +I tried, but Superhead keep complaining +Bitch ancient, bitch shady and she tired +Okay then, I'm skatin' +Doing tricks, call me 'trick Swayze + +[Verse 3] +Okay, In other news and other niggas' hoes +Your wife taste like Honey Nut Cheerios +I'm in the mirror, like "Ooh, baby" +Who needs a miracle when I got you, baby? +Pimping in my last life, I'm the shit you ass-wipe +Beat the pussy, cat fight, my teeth look like a flashlight +Weed is like a airline, 'cause easily I'm that high +Fistful of money, mix some green in with your black eye +Greedy like a fat guy, I'll eat a nigga franchise +I beat him by a landslide, a leader like a rabbi +I'm leading by halftime, he bleeding, I'm a vampire +His body in the trunk with his feet all on my Alpines +We the niggas, that's right, we all that and fries +Y'all on standby, my broads got cat eyes +Traphouse land lines, boom like land mines +All my bitches allies with Tune on their backsides +[Chorus] +So hi, my name is, on her anus +On her cranium, bitch cravin' +And I'm fly, and I'm wavy +And her name is Bust It Baby +And hi, my name is in your mouth, it must be tasty +Gone!32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gotti[Intro: Styles P & Jadakiss] +Hahaha (Hahaha) +C5, D-Block, L-O-X +You know? +Yeah, yeah +[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P] +Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this +Nah, two thirds of the world's most loyalest +I'ma shoot em, I'ma pay the bail, I'm sure of this +I'ma kill em, I'ma get the witness, teach 'em more of this +We never sing, not even on a song, where the chorus is +Dig the hole, get the wood box, bring the florist in +Tell the pastor, tell the family, we was just warnin' them +38's, 45's, all type of Tauruses +About to hit the bong, pour the Holy water in +Celebrating', for participatin', in the slaughterin' +Eatin' steaks at the same spot, they killed Paulie in +Frank White's three in the quarter, tapin' your daughter in +Columbia with the connect, puttin' the order in +Nigga act, we gon' clap, like we the audience +Make sure you wipe down the strap, get rid of all the prints +Do your homework on, whoever you go to war against + +[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] +I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends +And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy +And if I need somethin' call Baby, I need something call Baby +And the streets was callin' me, but a nigga had call waitin' +And yeah we all went through our phases, we all went through our savings +Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shavin' +And sometimes we had to be vegetables +That mean we had to stay patient, 'cause they say you are what you eat +I took the star out of starvation, bitch +I come from a Third World, started rappin' in the fourth grade +Started trappin' in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade +Dropped out, a nigga gettin' paid, this when Birdman had a fade +This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made +This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks +You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get a new cup +But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hemmed up +And all them niggas that's bitin' got they fins cut +[Bridge: Lil' Wayne] +I know real niggas gon' fuck with this +Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" +I know real niggas gon' fuck with this +Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" +[Hook: Lil' Wayne] +And we gon' be around 'til yo motherfuckin' body rot +And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got +And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got +And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got + +[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] +Uh +But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up +And the early birds in the wormhole would get so fat that they'd get stuck +We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch +This when niggas called Diddy Puff, lettin' Biggie bump +While I'm sittin' up in that big body, I can show you a dead body +Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters +Wrap the birds in red tape, call them bitches Red Robins +Pops had kilos, I needed one ki I would've made copies +Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners +I smoke 'bout a pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers +Got my self a brand new triple beam, just to weigh options +I stumbled upon a gold mine, I thank God that it ain't copper +Some niggas were late bloomers, but, boy, look how they've blossomed +Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire +I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes +And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances +Look, you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy +And get through customs, 'cause last time we just took em +I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin' +And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga layin' behind them bushes +[Bridge: Lil' Wayne] +I know real niggas gon' fuck with this +Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" +I know real niggas gon' fuck with this +Like, "That's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" +[Hook: Lil' Wayne] +And we gon' be around 'til yo motherfuckin' body rot +And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got +And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got +And if the Feds bring us in, we get the same time Gotti got + +[Outro: Lil' Wayne] +C570EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bloody Mary[Intro] +(I'ma be alright because Dizzy here wildin') + +[Verse 1: Juelz Santana] +Okay, time to make my mark, I gave 'em a head start (Yeah) +Now I'm on my Nicki shit, I don't need no frauds (Nah) +Time to raise the bar, rappin' like I passed the bar (Yeah) +You would think I ride bikes, boy, the way I handle bars (Yeah) +Real niggas in charge (Yeah), we back for what's ours (Ours) +Poppin' all these blues, I might turn into an Avatar +They ain't wanna see me back, he's back +Human crack in the flesh, sorry, I had to relapse (Sorry) +These niggas weak, whack, I twist 'em like weed wraps +Still on my Nino Brown, still getting G money on G-packs (Woo) +No Stunna Man, bustin' like Duh Duh Man, it's evident +These hoes love me, they say my dick is they medicine +Cosby, spikin' gelatin, still pushin' and pedalin' +Settling never, I'm like DiCaprio in The Revenant +Still whippin' and stretchin' it, two pots, ambidextrous +I'm a beast, a dog, I see that money, I'm fetchin' it +Your ho throwin' it at me, I'm catchin' it +Don't check me, go check your bitch +You don't want to get me out of my element +From a tenant in the tenements to owning my residence (One) +Phone still clicking, I feel like the receptionist +Out of this world, yes, he is, extraterrestrian (Woo) +My life's a fucking movie, boy, don't get yourself edited (Out) +I'm like Steph at the free throw, that piece blow, I never miss +Taught your girl how to whip the girl, now she a lesbian (Yeah) +You can level up, still won't be on my level then, it's level ten +These niggas hot, I must be kettlin' +They don't want the steam, but I know you want the tea +That's your bitch? Why she only fuck with me? 'Cause I'm ballin', MSG (Ballin') +Roof missin' on this whip and I need two kitchens (Two) +Your bitch say I'm number two, yeah, too different (True) +Weakest get bagged, start singing, yeah, loose lippin' (Loose) +Tell the DA I ain't never been no stool pigeon (Never) +Won't catch me in no club unless my tool get in (Ever) +Be smart, 'cause Bounce, he a fool with it +It's on, say it's on, I'm 7-Eleven with it +That's twenty-four seven with it, wherever, whatever with it, yeah (Wherever) +Your mama gon' need a church with a reverend in it +Just pray it's a heaven in it, and hope that they let you in it, yeah +Boy, I expose the truth in lies (Yup) +Cross me and get crucified, no shootin' five +War's on, that bazooka rise, get neutralized +Shoot five times five, watch you divide +In a sheet like the sheik ridin' through Dubai (Yup) +Game back in a chokehold, the noose was tied (Ayy) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Suicide, it's a suicide +Tell 'em seek and you will find 'cause I'ma lose my mind +Kick a nigga ass, then give him my shoes to shine +It's do or die, I come from where we used to crime +The Uzi 9 more important than school supplies, the pools is dry +My niggas and the food is fried, the news is lies +The pigeons is too spooked to fly, the rules denied +All the toughest goons is mine, that's Tunechi's slimes +They kill you and go do the time, we unified +Young Money revolutionized the new design +We had to leave the flukes behind and supersize +The numbers through the roof and sky +Don't look too surprised, look through the lines +We makin' moves and strides, grooves and vibes +I'm too alive, these hoes need to be supervised +They put on a cute disguise, you grooms is blind +She get dick and an Uber ride, number two with fries, I'm pimpin' +Now, who am I? I'm who and why +I'm rude and kind, my cars are computerized +I'm cruisin' by, smokin' blunts Ruben size +You fools can try, these tools getting utilized, you euthanized +Brrt, skrrt, shoot, then drive +Now, who survived? We comin' back to rewind +I'm usually high, sippin' on the Houston wine +Feel humanized, I want my throne to recline +Jackie red, Julie blonde, they Cuban fine +I bruise they spine, I leave and they snooze 'til nine +Superglued to the grind, my crew my tribe +These bitches try to divide, we too divine +Got the drugs to provide the coolest highs +The greenest green and the white with the bluest eyes +The syrup and the juice collide, the two combine like suits and ties +Magic, poof, goodbye +[Outro: Juelz Santana] +Smoke good weed +It's bloody mary if you fuck with me +Yeah, them boys back around +Bitch, we ride, then fire +It's do or die +Smoke good weed +It's bloody mary if you fuck with me +Yeah, them boys back around +Bitch, we ride, then fire +It's do or die +Smoke good weed11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wayne on Me[Hook] +I'm calling you daddy, daddy +Can you be my daddy, daddy? +I need a daddy, daddy +Would you be my daddy, daddy? (No ceilings) + +Come and make it Wayne down on me + +[Verse 1] +Wide receiver Weezy, throw the pussy at me +The pussy lips smiling, I make the pussy happy +Take them panties off, the pussy lookin' at me +I'm the pussy monster, now get the pussy ready +I like to kiss. She like to kiss +I deep stroke and make her bite her fist +The lights is on, the night is grown +We get it poppin' cause we know we can't when wifey home +California kush - strong as a Titan - is what I'm lightin' on +We get high as fuck then we "Just Do It" put your Nikes on +Tattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos on my face +And if there's something she'd like to say +I let her say it on my microphone +She love my style...but that's expected +She coming back to you? The chances anorexic +I knew she had it in her, so I got it out her +She give me neck around the clock: I call it "round the Carter" +She rub my back, she say I'm tight +She cook, fuck and clean +And still make her flight! +First-class pussy, crystal glass pussy +I get it wetter than bass pussy +[Verse 2] +I likes it thick and red +Ralph Lauren spread +Lady in the streets, porn star in bed +She like to fuckfight, so we spar in bed +She got that pink pussy, I beat it orange/red +I fuck American pie and I get foreign head +She sit down and ride like I'm a thoroughbred +She kiss mine, and I kiss hers back +If she's a bad bitch +She deserve that +She send me pictures to my iPhone +Then I gotta clear em cause my girl be checking my phone +I'm in the Bentley with the mind blown +When I'm in that pussy, honey, I'm home + +[Bridge] +You dun been good, but you can do better +I dun been wet, but I can get wetter +Come and make it Wayne down on me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pick Up Your Heart[Intro] +She on her back screaming she love me, yeah +And I'm in her pussy thinking 'bout money, mmm +I done forgot what all my old hoes look like +But they see me with my new bitch, make 'em miss the good life +I moved to Cali, had to leave the beach alone +And you could call me what you want +Just don't call me on speaker phone +And the good die young +And the great live forever +Go see your memory bank teller +'Cause you done forgot who put this shit together +Wait, bitch + +[Verse 1] +I hop in my Phantom and drive 'til my phone start roamin', yeah +Lord, I don't wan' talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah +Please pardon my restroom, but Tunechi got the longest shit list, uh +My pockets are pregnant, they up early with morning sickness +I swear, ooh, I been through so much +But that's life, I get high, it don't phase me, no +They ask, how do you sleep at night? +I reply, like a baby, bitch +I been out here doing me by myself, nigga, no special features +It's all about the Benjamins, no disrespect to Aretha +[Chorus] +But I gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby +That paper, baby, that paper, baby +'Cause this game fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody +Gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby, that paper, babe +Yeah, 'cause these streets fuck everybody, these streets fuck everybody +Gotta get my paper, babe, my paper, babe, my paper, babe +Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody +Gotta get my paper, baby, my paper, baby, my paper, baby +Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody +And I don't wanna do it no more, no +Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no +Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no +Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no +But I gotta get my paper, babe, uh + +[Verse 2] +Perfect attendance on the block, I'm boomin', yeah +When it's cold, when it's rainy +When it's muggy, when it's hot, when it's humid, oh +I walk into the corner store feeling like a king +World on my back, shit feel like a mink +Mad at some motherfucker dropped my pill down the sink +Hold up, wait +I got Xanax, I got Percocet, yeah +She give me pussy and her income tax, yeah +I send my goons to rob the dope man, lawd +They bring it back, now I'm the dope man +Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase, yeah +Molly in the Kool-Aid, we put molly in the Kool-Aid, uh +I'm still watching bootlegs 'cause I can't go to the movies +'Cause I'm bigger than the actors in the movies +Me and your bitch made a movie, yeah +Ooh, I'm on a new wave +I been wilding in these streets, mama +But still remember everything you said to me +Don't believe these hoes, they be lying through they teeth, mama +Toothache +[Chorus] +Oh Lord, I gotta get that paper +'Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody +And I don't wanna do it no more, no +Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no +Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no +Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no + +[Verse 3] +Wait, bitch +I hop in the Bentley and drive 'til my phone start roamin' +Lord, I don't wan' talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah +I used to be fun-loving, now I'm a gun-loving killer +But these niggas made me like this +Now they all afraid of they own invention +I walk with a limp +'Cause this AR will not allow me to walk straight +I've come to a stage in my life +And I just can't let my life boo me off stage, no +Tuxedo on and a cumberbund +Fingers crossed behind my back +On the corner, watching my money come + +[Chorus] +'Cause I gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby +That paper, baby, that paper, babe +'Cause these streets fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody +Gotta get my paper, baby, my paper, baby, my paper, babe +Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody +And I don't wanna do it no more, no +Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no +Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no +Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more +[Outro] +I wear black 'cause I can't find nothing else to wear +I wear dreadlocks 'cause I can't do nothing else to my hair +I kiss you 'cause it just happen +I do what I do 'cause it gotta be done +But I guess I oughta start taking credit for something, right +(Mula) +Yesterday, I met a woman on the stairs that wasn't there +She wasn't there again today +I really hope she go away +(These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody +And I don't wanna do it no more) +'Cause you know, sometimes "at last" doesn't happen at first (Yeah) +I'm the pimp and the problem (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +She said, "You don't think of me when I know you think too much" +Hmm (I don't wanna do it no more) +(These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody) +(And I don't wanna do it no more) +She said "I think you think I think you think of us," hmm +(I'ma get this paper, baby, I'ma get this paper, baby) +She said she wanted sprinkles, I said sprinkles are for winners +Free Weezy +Mula21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dear Anne[Chorus] +Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide +Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? +Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide +Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? + +[Verse 1] +Dear Anne, my number one fan +I write with the light from the lamp on my night stand +With my pen in my right hand and that's also my mic hand +Codeine in a Sprite can, ink on the white pad +And I'm thinking of life, Anne, and wrong and right, Anne +And sometimes I'm right and sometimes I might +Cannot find the light still my rhymes are bright +So I continue my plan and I'm sure like white sand +That they'll be price paying before my flight land +But still, I want to see more than my sight can +Adore so I can't ignore what I want anymore +So I just go you can call me the goer +And oh, yeah, I got a girl, she act like I owe her +And uhm, sometimes it seems like I just don't know her +And yeah, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore +But I really hope I'm not starting to bore, page one + +[Chorus] +Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide +Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? +Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide +Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? +[Verse 2] +Dear Anne, my number one fan +I write you this letter, I hope everything's grand +I hope everyone's good, I hope everybody's praying +I hope, hold up baby, let me switch hands +See, lately I've been dealing with a lot of shit, Anne +It's burning me and I can't get out of this pan +And everytime I look there's a problem with this man +But I ain't tryna expose, I'm just tryna expand +But your support held me up like kickstands +And I'm also being more careful in how I pick friends +Anne, I'm trying to stay up out them chicks' pants... but I just can't +But on another note, this ain't just another note +This is more than a rap, this is more of an oath +And I know you're wondering what this letter is for +And I'm just hoping that you read this far, page two + +[Chorus] +Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide +Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? +Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide +Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? + +[Verse 3] +Dear Anne, my number one fan +By now, you probably think that I'm portraying who I'm saying +And sometimes I wish I wasn't him but I am +And it's people like you that make me proud of what I am +Hey, you are the shit, damn, pardon the gram' +But it's like you make me feel like I'm a part of the fam +And shit, when my life is like some sort of exam +It's a jungle out there, lions, horses and rams +Shit, as I sit and wait for the war to begin +I just think of you then I'm rewarded again, Anne +With you is where my artistry can, Anne +So with you is where a part of me stands, Anne +I hope I see you in the stands, Anne +Because you know I understand, Anne +And I'm sorry about Stan +So I wrote this to say that I'm your number one fan +[Chorus] +Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide +Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life? +Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide +Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Haters[Intro: Skooly] +London on da Track, bitch! + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +We catch a body and we laugh about it +I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it +Grinding, it's agonizing but it's gratifying +Skinny tires on a salad diet +Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like "Fuck everybody!" +Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies +Yeah, I fuck so long, it feel like exercising +I'll test a lion before testifying +All I got is hitters in my squad +I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job +I could get you killed, it just take a head nod +I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline +Zero fucks given +I make her come to the condo butt naked 'cause, bitch, ain't no stealin' +She still come visit, she don't wan' leave +She compared it to me leaving a witness +I said, "I get it," I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches +And this AK is not for decoration +Fuckboys give me the heebie-jeebies +I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages +Hey, if she can suck a dick and snort a Quaalude +Then, ooh, baby, you got my full attention +Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage +Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it +I don't fuck around with them fuck-arounds +Uh, I might fuck around and catch a body +Yeah, I got some niggas that'll hunt you down +Yeah, and catch you slipping like you playing hockey +Woo! We catch a body and we laugh about it +Yeah, I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it +Uh, money and drugs, I'm talkin' math and science +Ooh, skinny tires, on a salad diet +Chopper leave you with a half a body +Make sure he dead, before we leave, my nigga, grab his wallet +Ooh, I got the hook up on them rocket launchers +I told Obama, "Fuck with me, you know I got it" +Slime, you need to fuck with me, you know I got it +I know somebody that know somebody +Look, traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying +It's agonizing but it's gratifying +Squad! I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job +I could get you killed, it just take a head nod +Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline +Hold up, you ain't got no hitters in your squad +I could get you killed, that's my real day job +I'm a crime of passion, I'm a fucking hate crime +Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 Mile +I'm the motherfucking man, Scarface, Facemob +Pockets looking like The Blob, chips like Cape Cod +Bust your motherfucking egg 'til I see egg nog +My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob +Hold up, who know how to read gang signs? +Cause we gon' throw 'em up and we gon' give 'em hang time +I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time +That's that James Brown, and that's that James Bond, ooh +We catch a body and we laugh about it +It's catastrophic but we glamorize it +It's agonizing but it's gratifying +Skinny tires on a salad diet, ooh! +Chopper leave you with a half a body +No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded +Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me +Triple A: Astronomic And Atomic +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi +And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait +And I'm so sorry for the wait, yeah37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Start This Shit Off Right[Chorus: Mack Maine] +We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) +We got bad-ass bitches in the house tonight +We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) +We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight +We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) +We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight +We gon' start this shit off right (Off right) +We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight + +[Post-Chorus: Mack Maine] +We got some bad-ass bitches, bad-ass bitches +Bitches outside, them some sad-ass bitches, leggo +(Leggo, leggo, leggo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +We got some bad-ass bitches, bad-ass bitches +Bitches outside, them some sad ass-bitches, leggo +(Leggo, yeah, leggo, yeah, yeah, yeah, Ashanti) + +[Bridge: Ashanti] +Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh +Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh +Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh +Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I fucked around and made a buncha fuck around money +Now I feel like found money +I'm fuckin' awesome, 'til awesome have a child for me +Got homies who ain't comin' home 'til the cows comin' +Niggas with power, they tryna press our power buttons +Now baby, make that ass clap like it's proud of me +She said, "I will," like ill with an apostrophe +Its Lil Tunechi, word around on the streets +That everythin' is workin' out like obliques, they wanna see it obese +You drive me crazy you gon' crash the 'vert +Get out my business why you act like a clerk +I got a white girl she call me names like bastard and jerk +That's when I send her ass back to the 'burbs +Fucked her right good night, die wit' em open +I'm wit' a big booty bitch dressed inappropriate +Cocaine, bakin' soda, and some hot water +Kept the fiends comin' back to me, not karma +Smiled at my first kilo like a proud father +Smiled at my first judge like I'll be out tomorrow +Keep the Glock on 'em +All eyes on me, I had a Pac moment +This a Mannie Fresh beat and I go Pac on it +My homeboys proud of me like Barack homies +Your homeboys tired of me, I hope they die yawnin' +Leave ya house haunted +I ain't kiddin', I ain't playin', fuck up your house party +Lil Tunechi +[Bridge: Ashanti & Lil Wayne] +So DJ, won’t you play some more songs? +‘Cause we ain’t got nowhere to go home +Yeah, we ain’t got nowhere to go wrong +Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh +So DJ, won’t you play some more songs? +‘Cause we ain’t got nowhere to go but home +Yeah, we ain’t got nowhere to go but wrong +Whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh (Got you, Ashanti, uh) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Ashanti] +Just a watch and a mink coat, yeah +Wherever I spit at, a tree grow +I’m a blood with some C-notes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +And I’m gettin' more checks than a peep hole (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Yo, I done been through hell and back on a steamboat +Met the devil, came back feelin' frío +Gang bangin’, tatted up like Latinos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +And since I’m on my Spanish shit, it’s Carter Cinco +Mami is bionic and bisexual, bilingual +Mami is a goddess, but she gotta let her wings show +Mami tryna fuck me with her team, that’s a team sport +All these bad bitches in this bitch, but I ain’t seen yours +Muscle car look like I just got out the bing, whoa +Drop the top, smell like I just opened a weed store +A nice beat mixed with Tunechi like a cream float (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +With Mannie Fresh the O.G., now it's a G.O. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +(Luh-uh-uh) Woo! Yeah, got the squad in this bitch in case it pop off +(Lu-uh) Fresh, can you please tell these niggas I’ve been rich since the Hot Boys? +(Luh-uh-uh) Bad-ass dog by the screen door +(Lu-uh) Oof, your girl walkin’ ‘round my house wearin' nothin' but my watch and my mink coat +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Ah, yeah, now everybody throw a five, throw a five, Carter Cinco +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) And since I’m on my Spanish shit, them other boys finito +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Lil Wayne & Mack Maine, Ashanti] +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) +We gon' start this shit off right +We got bad-ass bitches in the house tonight +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) +We gon' start this shit off right (Yeah) +We got some bad-ass bitches in the house tonight + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Lil Wayne & Mack Maine, Ashanti] +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) +We got some bad-ass bitches, some bad-ass bitches +Bitches outside, them some sad ass bitches, leggo +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) +(Yeah, yeah, leggo, yeah, yeah) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, we got some bad-ass bitches, some bad-ass bitches +In the restroom, in the mirror takin' pictures, alright, yeah +That's alright, yeah, that’s alright, yeah, that’s alright, yeah +We got some bad-ass bitches, some bad-ass bitches +Couple niggas trippin’, mean muggin’, makin’ fists-es, alright +That’s alright, but we don’t fight, no +Welcome4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Georgia... Bush / Weezy’z Ambitionz[Part 1: Georgia... Bush, produced by Vudu Spellz] + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America +Y'all might know him as George Bush +But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans...we call him this: + +Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit +Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue +So called beef with you-know-who +Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops +Look at the bullshit we been through +Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs +Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush +Then they telling y'all lies on the news +The white people smiling like everything cool +But I know people that died in that pool +I know people that died in them schools +Now what is the survivor to do? +Got to no trailer, you gotta move +Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia) +They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see +But they don't let you know what's really going on +Make it look like a lotta stealing going on +Boy them cops is killas in my home +Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street +I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat +Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush +So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady? +Why wasn't they able to control this? +I know some folk that live by the levee +That keep on telling me they heard explosions +Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy +1965: I ain't too young to know this +That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and +Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you +Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried +There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! +We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and +Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you +Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried +There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Now, I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map +New Orleans baby, now the White House hating +Trying to wash us away like we not on the map +Wait, have you heard the latest +They saying that you gotta have paper if you tryna come back +Niggas thinking it's a wrap +See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia) +Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses +The mayor say don't worry bout it +And the children have been scorned, no one's here to care 'bout 'em +And fat shout, to all the rappers that helped out +Yeah we like to thank all of y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush +When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is +A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him +And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs +R.I.P. Tig' cause he died in the storm +Fuck President (Georgia) Bush +See us in ya city man, give us a pound +Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down +I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tches +I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yeah! +[Hook] +We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and +Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you +Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried +There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! +We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and +Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you +Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried +There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! + +[Part 2: Weezy's Ambitionz, produced by Daz Dillinger] + +[Interlude: DJ Drama] +Oh yeah +You thought we was done? Nah + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick +Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, get a fix +Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich +Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes) +Yep, I'm a motherfuckin' trip +I'm a trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit +900 to a grand, get you 28 grams +If you talking bout bricks, I'm the interstate, man +And the women say "damn", them niggas don't say a damn thing +Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring +Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine +And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom" +Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me +50 thousand for the cross, tryna keep the reaper off me +I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking +Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeah +Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip +And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly +Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties +Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target +Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded +We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain +Purple weed, purple drink, Purple Heart sergeant +I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing +And I don't even write, pause +Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin +Lil Wayne dot com bitch, log in +Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in +All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet +They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin' +Mike Jordan, pardon my swag +But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family +We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami +I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me +Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me +Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya +I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of Miss Cita +Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason, she the reason +Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva, not even +There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her +Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming +Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina +Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer +Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner +I'm fly in the sky like that motherfuckin' ribbon +Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin' +Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do +Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks +And bring me that Patron, I don't play +No ice I like my drink straight, not gay +And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid +I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed +I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs +Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days +Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow +Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old +And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove +Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed +Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes +Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes +Price rising for a show and the flow +So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough +Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve +If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +La La[Intro] +David-David-David-David-David Banner +La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la +La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la +La La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la, la +La, la-la la la, la-la-la, la + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty +Floatin' up the aisle like the bride and her daddy +Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict +Man, I swear I'm on top like the attic +Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy +And we stay clean, but we get dirty like Harry +Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals and canaries +Fuck me, I'm all about "oui" like Paris— +Hilton, presidential suite already +I'm richer than Nicole, and I'm a lion like her daddy +I am hotter than the Sun-day after Sat'day +I swear, I'm a savage like Lil Webbie and Randy +Oscar De La Hoya, box ya like a casket +Or Diego Corrales, nigga, keep jabbin' +See, my style, it varies, like drugs in a alley +My leather so soft, my paint prettier than Halle +Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody +But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently +A parent, yeah, my daughter be the twinkle of my eye +You hurt her, you kill me, and nigga, I ain't 'bout to die +See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky +I swear, I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly +Four tears in my face, and you ain't never heard me cry +I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride +Oww! +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet +Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet (Ahhh, haaaa) + +[Verse 2: Brisco] +My paint Bubblicious, the motor so vicious +The rims the same color as the wrapper of a Kisses (Hershey's) +I'm hyphy, somethin' like a piston +And when I'm in Detroit, I be ballin' like a Piston +Oh, and did I mention? I'm fly like a pigeon +Higher than gas prices, you Las Vegas trickin' +I'm nine under par in a Bentley golf cart +The Polo be cream, but the Prada's caviar +Weezy, I'm sick from all this tourin' +He told me, "Sip this, and call me in the morning" +Yeah, and I vowed to never trust another woman +In my life—then, I got horny + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet +Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet +[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] +See I ain't goin' nowhere, bitch, you know a nigga been home, honey +Money fuckin' retarded, call it "Down Syndrome money" +My cake sick, shit, been diagnosed, "sickle cell bread" +My revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed +Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock +These bitches call me "Bling King," I shit when the bomb drop +And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas, flawless and D-Class +Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean glass +They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready +And zoomin' with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry +My money help me do things that you niggas can't believe +Like purchase purses, places, all them things that you can't conceive +Like interactin' with women the caliber of Janet +I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (Whoa!) +I hope you niggas know just what it is +While I'm countin' my paper, niggas know I'm handlin' my biz +(Okay) + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Nigga I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet +Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Started out hustlin' (Ended up ballin') +Nigga, I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Knuck If You Buck[Verse 1 - Mack Maine] +Young Maine for President +I'll probably paint the White House black if it was my residence +Bush back in office, some niggas feel that's irrelevant +Cause they still pedalin' this medicine, but anyway, anyday +I can zurk off quick and make my semi spray +Send some of my men away just to blow your men away +Stephon Marbury type bullets, they like the penetrate +Young Money, we outta school, but we got chemistry +Young Spitta, Young Maine, Young Cop, Young Mobb, Tez Poe +We don't pass the rock nigga, we ball hog +Mad slow in the Escalade nigga, y'all all fall +Jack your fresh ass Caddy and steal your white walls +Nigga, we don't like y'all +Hell yeah, we will fight y'all +We ain't on no Tyson shit +We ain't tryna' bite y'all +Knuckin' if you buckin', probably bustin' at your cousin +How youngins' that spout something +Y'all niggas ain't 'bout nothin' + +[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] +Nigga we bussin', and bussin', to the bang of buss +No, we don't run for the Olympics, but the flame with us +I got that tussin', that scummy, and that angel dust +So pick your high, I will supply and correct changes, what's up +We bring the bussin', we bussin' like this thang for us +You niggas is sleeveless man, you can't hang with us +I got a bitch who speak Spanglish +She keep her bangles danglin' +And the cocaine is right up in her anus +Old Wayne is right up in the spot where he supposed to +Be, got Hova at the game and now he coachin' +Me, but I've been the champion, happy as I ever been +Lampin' in the Hamptons like, what the fuck is a hammock +The chef up in the kitchen like, what the fuck is a sammich +I'm like, we gotta find middle ground, we need balance +Challenge me, that be to my advantage +I'm outstanding, like standing outside up in the twister and walking not damaged +Standing outside up in the blizzard and walking hot handed +Serving nicklebags in Iraq, bet I will not panic +Swerve the nickel black, if I wreck, bet I will not panic +Cop another one the next day and drive it crazier +The seats will be lazier, shit'll be gravier +Nina Sarafeena my girl, so then I baby her +Wavin' at her at 2 crazy, Fugazis, I'm too brazen, 3 brazees deep +We got .380s and P80 +9s, 9s, M-10ss and M1s and 12 gauges +Shell cases, money put up for jail cases, bail make it +My momma say, tuck your chain son, they'll take it +I hit her with one of them stale faces, like +I'll be damned momma, they know who I am momma +I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man momma +Fuck with your boy, man Hollygrove the hood, nigga +Throw it in your face 'til you get that understood +[Verse 3 - Curren$y] +Niggas know I'm heavy with the coke, with the coke +In the Impala SS and sittin' heavy on the spokes +Never am I broke man, I'm playin with some change +I get a nigga soaked like he playing in the rain +And everywhere I go, a ho starin' at my chain +I'm the most valuable player in the game +All these haters wanna ride me +Cause I got more kicks than niggas with black belts in karate +Keep a redbone with a real nice body +Just copped a 'Lac and a yellow Maserati +Niggas ain't fuckin with the dawg +When Young Money shoppin', we don't leave nothing in the mall +These niggas ain't as rich as us +Man your rims too small, get your motherfucking inches up +Cause I copped me a Benz today +Just to go on 106 & Park and hand the keys over to Free and AJ +Yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Upgrade[Intro] +Yessir +Three +Ha, I love this shit +So let me talk my shit, uh-huh +(Coughing) +Okay, I'm good +Yeah + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on +Riding drop-top in the winter with the heat on +Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm +Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on +Bitch, holler! It is Lil Weezy +They cannot see me, they are like Stevie +I am bearing a ton like Levy +I circle your house like BB +Colder than the heebie-jeebies, never give freebies +Seventy-five thousand for these fees, shit +I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans +Big stacks, my pockets on Creatine +Young Money, DipSet, nigga, we a team +If you don't like it, nigga, fuck you, no Vaseline +Errr! I peel off in the Lamborghin' +Like a tangerine +Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine +Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin' +—a Jolie, Holy God flow +I go where no other guy go +Fuck you, ho, I'm so 5-0— +4, I hope every snitch die slow +Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know +She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho +Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy +And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man +And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer +We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader +He are: Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw +And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj +And me, I'm still spittin' like a retard +And these niggas soft, they should be rapping in leotards +Nigga, we in charge, Baby put me in charge +And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge +You dig? Just holler back, I see you, Sarge +I'm so motherfucking high, I can eat a star +Yeah, let me upgrade you +You may not be a model, but I can front-page you +You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior +Let me just taste you, we can fuck later +Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer +Top peeled back like the skin of a potato +Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker +Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre +Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater +Leave you with some bulletholes the size of craters +You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest +Battle anybody, nigga, fuck whoe'er your favorite +It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery +Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery +I don't really want to, but these niggas making me +Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves +That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team +But I'm a champion—where's the fucking Rocky theme? +Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed +I'm a monster, every day is Halloween +A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed +And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas +And if you hating, baby, you can get a side of deez +Deez nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Haha +Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze +Big balls, and they jangle like a lot of keys +Even deaf bitches say "Hi" to me +She tell a blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see" +Young Carter, darling +Understand: I am Michael Jordan balling, yes +I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie +I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami +[Outro] +Let me upgrade you +Ha, let me upgrade you +Upgrade you, ah +Ahhhh.... +Weezy!11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Finessin[Intro: Baby E.] +Yeah +It's Baby E. on the track +Yeah + +[Verse 1: Baby E.] +Said +Trappin' getting old, so I been moving weight +Pigeons in the trunk, I'm on the Interstate +Made myself a plug, get it a hundred ways +And I still got the Act' you know I love the taste +Spending dirty money at the Gucci store +Fuckin' with the models, eating sushi rolls +She think I'm a rapper, get that groupie love +Baby mama mad, she see me movin' up +On to bigger better things +Bigger television screens +That I never get to see +'Cause I'm so heavy in the streets +I just blew a hundred thou' +So I'm goin' outta town +And I'ma try to make it back all right back + +[Chorus: Baby E. & Lil Wayne] +Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +Finessin', yeah, finessin', I be finessin' +Finessin', yeah, finessin', I be finessin' +Finessin', finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners on +Tie you up and make you call your baby mama's phone +Tell that bitch to bring that bag, oh lord we need that bag +Xannies in a plastic bag, call that a sleeping bag +On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel free at last +Percocets, Molly, and Syrup, I got PMS +Chillin' with your bitch watchin' First 48 +And I still got that Act', you know I love the taste +And I let her hit the J +And I let her call me bae +And I let her call you back +Just to get that out the way +Then she hang up in your face +And I get it on her face +Then I teach her how to skate +Then I skate +I'm straight + +[Chorus: Baby E. & Lil Wayne] +Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +Tunechi +Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +Mula +Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +Yeah +Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +Remix, baby +[Bridge: Baby E. & Lil Wayne] +I'm up right now, yeah +Mula +I'm up right now, yeah +Tunechi, Baby E. on the track, yeah +I'm up right now, yeah +And me I'm on +I'm up right now, yeah +Me I'm on, I'm just on my finesse shit +I'm up right now, yeah +I'm just on my finesse shit, finesse shit +I'm up right now, yeah +Hit the streets in my best shit, my fresh shit +I'm up right now, yeah +Kill this beat, I molest it, impressed it +I'm up right now, yeah +Oh my God I'm finessin' + +[Chorus: Baby E. & Lil Wayne] +Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +Ballin' in this bitch, I put my partners on +Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +Muddy in this bitch, I'm talkin' styrofoam +Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +Poppin' all these pills, I put my doctor on +Finessin', finessin', I be finessin' +All my girl got is some heels and a lil towel on9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +D.O.A.[Intro: Jay-Z] +La-da-da-da +Hey, hey, hey +Goodbye +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, Fiji water, grandaddy purp +Excuse me, I let the semi-automatic burp +Blood gang, motherfucker, call me "Red Alert" +Young Carter kill in order, who get it first? +Stuff that girl with dick 'til her head burst +Young Weezle, flow needles, I could thread shirts +Boy, you ain’t did shit, I done said worse +Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst +Ugh, Fiji water, OG kush +Yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks +Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks +I'm in the way, you can’t pass, like Aaron Brooks +President, ride the car slow +I let my driver drive, I'm on Par 4 +Spit hanging from my mouth, retard flow +And I say what I won like an award show +I'm on some shit ain’t even came out the ass yet +Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet +Young or old, there ain’t no comparing me +I just cleared that up, moment of clarity, ugh! +[Break: Jay-Z] +La-da-da-da +Hey, hey, hey +Goodbye + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, I'm about to go almonds +Young head-buster, get your helmets +You niggas real soft—what is that, velvet? +I get big chips, you get Alvins +Ugh, I'm about to go walnuts +We get seven-digit money, you could call us +Hit 'em with the chopper, watch 'em ball up +Paint your face red, you all dolled up +Yeah, Young Nino, nigga +Do it for my team, Tim Tebow, nigga +I'm killing this shit, Grim Reap' flow, nigga +Getting swallowed by the Maybach, deepthroat, nigga! +Ugh, I'm about to go Planters +I’m still in my prime, Deion Sanders +We all gamblers, I will not lose +Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels +Give me mine or I'ma take mine +Smoking purple, I heard it through the grapevine +Weezy Baby, AKA Your Highness +I just killed this shit, moment of silence, ugh! +[Break: Jay-Z & Lil Wayne] +La-da-da-da +Hey, hey, hey +Goodbye +Haha +But I ain't finished +Uh-uh +No Ceilings, motherfucker! Yeah + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, I'm in the zone like a fastball +And I fuck the game up like a bad call +Let the money stack, don’t let the cash fall +Bars all day, no last call +Ugh, I'm in the Red Zone, nigga +Wake up in the morning with your head gone, nigga +Birdman Junior, wings spread on niggas +Leave the beef in the streets and bring the bread home, nigga +Yeah, tell the doctor, "Step aside, please" +Dr. Carter, gasoline in your IVs +Strong dry weed, make my eyes bleed +Strong-arm rap, I rock a iron sleeve +Ugh, I'm in the zone like the secondary +No lie, bitch, I’m flyer than a pet canary +I’m a dog on the beat, fuck the vet-inary +Two women praise me like Mary Mary +Ugh, I'm in the zone like college ball +Spit fire like I’m sipping on a Molotov +Loose bowels, this shit so easy +I might send this to the Mixtape Weezy (Ugh!) +[Outro: Jay-Z & Lil Wayne] +Hahahaha +La-da-da-da +No Ceilings +Hey, hey, hey +Yeah +Goodbye +Haha!20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Back 2 Back[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Dope man +Dope man, coke man +Yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I play the Porsche, 918 +I mean the Spyder, you do not know what I mean +I got a driver for my drop top limousine +Go ask your bitch, I bet she know 'bout Mr. G +Yeah, he like to talk +She like to talk +So when he drop her off +They have a heart to heart +Guess he got all the answers +And I got all the verses +My Benzo got no ceilings +But the windows came with curtains +So me and G swervin' +Me and G swerve +I keep the double-R, me and Steve Kerr +Popping these Percs like I'm on injury reserve +And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur +Amen, Amen +No baking soda, my nigga, we play it raw +We put some holes in them niggas, we playin' golf +Want you to know it's me nigga, my mask off +Cut out your tongue, put that bitch in a glass jar +Then drop it off to your kid's classroom +Dirt bags, we belong on a vacuum +A pad room, I fuck in my bathroom +Long hallways, my room is the last room +Long hard days, my schedule don't have room +You home all day, you stuck on your MacBook +I'm gone all day, I'm chasing that checkbook +I'm stoned all day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'ussé +And back in the day we was on section eight +Now we in our own section, motherfucker like "Ayy" +All you niggas know what time it is like Flav +Public Enemy Number One like Flav +Fifteen with a mouth full of golds like Flav +Fifteen with a house full of hoes like Hef +Gave G the day off 'cause the car park itself +Shots take off like a stealth +And they landing in your scalp +Letting human heads replace the Grammies on the shelf +Put a bitch head right below the belt 'til she belch +And she won't get a dollar; zero, zilch +Cup muddy-muddy, muddy-muddy-muddy +Tunechi pass the blunt, I'm gon' need time to study +They don't know who got the gun +But they know who got the money +We don't wanna know what's up +We wanna know who got the money +What these niggas wanna do? +What these bitches want from me? +Bitches claiming I'm a dog +But these bitches want puppies +These bitches bring luggage +My bitches bring others +My bitches bring rubbers +Your bitches burn rubbers +Your bitches burn supper +I'm still major and I made you niggas +You getting bodied by a skater nigga +I'm not the type of nigga that be Skypin' bitches +Shout out to all my bitches one nightin' niggas +Woah, make sure you hit 'em with the Slut Walk +Yeah, then text that man to fuck off +And I pour up another one, another one +The cream soda tasting like bubble gum +Woah, straight swerving on these niggas +From Collins, to Highland, to Bourbon on these niggas +Them other niggas just wasn't deserving of me, niggas +So I'm swerving on them niggas +No more Family Matters, no more Urkel on them niggas +I'm feeling like a born again virgin on them niggas +I'm running to the bank, quick as Herchel on them niggas +What's in your wallet? +I done went commercial on them niggas +On purpose on them niggas +All black hoodie, all black gat to match +Yeah, put it to your hat, and Blat! +When we see you, boy, them shots be coming back to back +Long hair, don't care, nigga; Cactus Jack +No Ceilings23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fly In[Intro] +So they ask me +"Young boy +What you gon' do the second time around? +How you gon' come back?" +I tried told 'em +"I come back like 32 +I jump back like 33" +Ugh, hit me +That's nothing +This is Tha Carter II, people +This is Tha Carter II, people +Hey + +[Verse] +They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter +Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father +Spilled the heart of a mildew hater +I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias +I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious +Going against me is atheist +I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust +I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor +I ain't snitching, your honor +Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power +Vacate when that kitchen get hotter +I just sit on the counter +Open the cabinet, close the cupboard +Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles +I remember being young, tryna hustle my dope +Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap +Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke +You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no +Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue +I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry +Usually I'm a hooligan for the money +Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh +Make harm and I bomb you in public +Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing +Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing +I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch +You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts +Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want +I'm so 504, you got to kill me here +If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here +Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here +Lot of niggas ran from me, but I still be here +No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental +Crack the Phil', crack the roof, and roll up the windows +And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home +That's why I holler Hollygrove on each and every song +You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark +Just a bite like an old shark +And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna +He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho +And the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince +I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since, like that20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Miss My Dawgs[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +This is the Carter muthafucka, yea +And in my building I must keep it real + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +And man I miss the times +We would shine, you would keep on your side +You would teach me how to ride +And you would teach me how to pride +Then we get on the line and go over our lines +We were in the same position +And that's when you changed position, shit +I never changed and I miss ya, and it's strange +But I never forget ya +Though that ain't you with them bitches homie +And I know that ain't you wit that dissin on me, that's why I +Never replied and never will, just let em live phony +If ya ever died, I swear to God, I got yo kids homie +What's mine is theirs, I gotta give homie, and yea +We still a army in this bitch homie +Yeah Cash Money still the shit homie, shit, homie! +What's really real is you feelin me nigga +That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word to giggity nigga +And I ain't got time to speak the history +I miss you and I know you missin me, Gizzle, but +[Hook: Reel] +Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin +Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin +[Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin +Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again] +Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin +Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin +Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin +Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +And I remember when you came to the clique +I had already made my name in the clique +But you got famous and shit +I got my soulja rag and dangled my shit +I was honored just to hang wit you, shit +And I banged to the boogie-bang-bang with ya clique +And I ain't even from the 3, my hood was angry at me, shit +But I rose to my feet, played the post with the heat +At them shows while you performed and posed +I was waitin for a nigga to jump, see I was patient +But was ready to dump, cuz you my brother, chump +Real Gs never buckle up +But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real +And that's real and I would never turn my back +Or turn ya down, even if you turned around, muthafucka +But history is history +I miss you and I know you missin me, Juvie, but +[Hook: Reel] +Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin +Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin +Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin +Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again +Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin +Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin +Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin +Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +You was my nigga, my nerve, my joy, my hurt +My main muthafuckin man Turk (oh!) +My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father +I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved +We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept +We lived, we died, I stayed, you LEFT! +Remember how we played to the left? +And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self +'Member B and Slim would leave and the keys over? +Tell us not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia +While I watched you reunite wit yo souljas +And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the Stunna +Yeah, those were the times my brother +Now I recognize real and I eye my brother +Yeah, nigga, Semaj my brother, the Sqad's my brother +The niggas you left behind is my brothers! +[Hook: Reel] +Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin +Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin +Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin +Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again +Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin +Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin +Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin +Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Eureka[Intro: HoodyBaby and Lil Wayne] +And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah +And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah +6 shit + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Dropped out of school, I fucked the teacher +Spent a mil' on misdemeanor +Miss my brodies, miss Aaliyah +Spendin' money like amnesia +Spent some money on sativa +Got that strip club diabetes +Make it rain cats and dogs +All night long, I need PETA +White girl, black diva +I'm in here fuckin' on a zebra +I beat it up like John Cena +Talkin' crazy, bilingual +Put some diamonds in my teefus +Got me lookin' like a genius +Leave you bloody like a fetus +Cut your tongue off, leave you speechless +Put some money on subpoenas +Could've gave that to Miss Cita +Nigga stunner, he a skeezer +From the heart and out the speakers +I was young, I heard the preacher +I grew up and met the reaper +That codeine my anesthesia +Tried to kick but this ain't FIFA +She snort one line, want a sequel +She snort two and want a threesome +She snort three lines, yell "Adidas" +When I bust I yell "Eureka" +When I bust I yell "Eureka" +When she bust she yell for Jesus +Drop her off at the cathedral +She come back with a bunch of singles +Phones are tapped, we switch the lingo +Hustle where the grass is greener +Clean the blood off the walls +Then break out the Stanley Steamer +It's a drought on cocaina +I know routes through Pasedena +I got two keys of that Bieber +Call 'em Justin and Justina +Sippin' on that Angelina +I'm low profile in a Bimmer +Where it's sour, could be sweeter +I got sugar, I got creamer +More extremer, more obscener +Doin' numbers, yellin' "Bingo" +Coca leaf so come and get some +White power from a negro +Spent some money on my legal +And that money was illegal +That's my bloody, that's my migo +Reppin' cinco like he Tito +I'm gettin' high under gazebo +With a bride and no tuxedo +I'm a bitch magnet, Magneto +Hit that pussy like the R.I.C.O +Young money with no wrinkles +Hot tubbin' with the chicas +Run around naked like they streakers +Run around this bitch like Ezekiel +Good Quality coke, that's GQ +Boy this base don't need no EQ +She snort one line, want a sequel +When I bust I yell "Eureka", hey +[Verse 2: HoodyBaby] +Took her out the game, sent her to the bleachers +Kick her out in style, Balenciaga sneakers +Broke up with my bitch, I feel like shit, my dog +She kept talkin' fifty-fifty, had to split, my dog +She kept on fallin' in and out of love, I tripped her dog +Told me eat or get ate, so I sipped her dog +I'ma go platinum, she single +She blow up my phone, but the bitch got no ringer +Bought her a ring but I left with a finger +Stack up my cake and I bust down some zingers +Hello, ho, you gots to go, ho +I'm on the road, ho, high profile, movin' work on the low +Smokin' OG, girl you gotta go +Know you ain't on, girl you gotta know +Got that backward, girl, you kinda slow +The snakeskin I know you see on, this a no + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah +And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah +And when we fuck it's for no reason, yeah +Record that shit and watch the reruns, yeah +And when I bust I yell "Eureka", yeah +That's some sick shit, yeah +That's some sick shit, yeah +That's some six shit7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hot Revolver (Album Version)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +She's askin' "do you have the time +To listen to me whine?" +She's askin', "who's on the other line?" +You diss me everytime +I tell her, baby I'm a star, shit, I'm above the stars +And now, I done got so high, I done forgotten who you are + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +I tell her +I'm in love with you +But I can't be with you +Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight +Right up out of town + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Hop back in my spaceship +Girl, I gotta drop your ass off +Cause I just come to take it +Then you know I gotta take off +But I'mma be here next week +So call your company and take off +Cause she say "Wayne you ain't shit +You got me all impatient" +Cry me a river +I can hear my conscience while I sail off +[Hook: Dre] +Boy you got a problem +And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself +You're like a hot revolver +But you ain't killin' no one but yourself +And soon she's gonna find someone to love +And you gon find yourself, so all alone + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +One minute she love me, the next minute she hate me +That's two minutes of my time she done wasted +She say she pray she have Weezy F's baby +And I be having seizures, but she say she can't shake me +And my homies say she's cuter than my other bitches +And every time I'm in that pussy it feel custom-fitted +I swear I like her more than she think I do +Girl, when I think of you +My dick just start to jumpin' like a fucking kangaroo +I suck and fuck and finger you +But you want me to cling to you +And I ain't asking you to change +Cause I know I can't jingle you +I got my ways... +And you have your days... +And we gave it our best shot +But I just got grazed +I'm sorry +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gossip[Intro] +I hate gossip +And I don't walk around looking for it, you know? +But, yesterday it seemed to just +Wander around 'til it found me +You know like, the gossip found me +Then why don't try provin' it? +How? You don't know how to prove it? +Well, what you just do is, stop +(Streetrunner) + +[Verse 1] +Stop hatin' on a nigga +That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga +And you can get tipped like you're waitin' on a nigga +Put a body bag and a apron on a nigga +I give my all behind the mic +But you can never see if you sit behind the light +And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight +But I'mma wear that championship belt so tight +And if I'm wrong, there is no right +And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White +I'm tryna be polite +But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin' po-lice +And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice +These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite +But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight +So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna +[Refrain] +Think it over +Ooooh, think it over +Think it over, baby baby (Get 'em) + +[Verse 2] +Stop! Analyzing, criticizing +You should realize what I am and start epitomizing +Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion +I'm confident, like fuck 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it +My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying +It rains a lot in my city because my city's crying +Because my city's dying +Still I emerge from all of that, I am a living pion–eer, near Zion +Fear God, not them, steer my robin coupe +Through the streets of the Boot, and soo-woo! +And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath +Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at? +I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that +I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, now where New Orleans at? +I feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass +So in your possession, I-I-I must ask + +[Refrain] +Hey, haven't I been good to you? +(Think it over) Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you? +[Verse 3] +Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean +Cast away stones, I won't even blink +A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think +Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink +Don't believe in me, don't believe me +I graduated from hungry and made it to greedy +My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it +But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti +You niggas want beef, I want a steak, and, uh, we be +Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be +Hardbody nigga just takin' it easy +All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z +Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers? +Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherfuckin' cameras +Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props +And make it out to "Mr. Hip-Hop" + +[Outro] +I'm not dead, I'm alive23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +La La La[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Uh-huh +That's right, Carter 3, come on +Yea, yeah +Walk with me, come go with me +Yeah +It's Lil' Weezy, baby, hahaha + +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample] +And I'm just lightin' up my... +La, la la la la la la (Yeah) +La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) +La, la la la la la la (One-seven) +La-la-la, la (Cash Money, Young Money) +Tell the story + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Born in New Orleans, raised in New Orleans +I will forever remain faithful, New Orleans +I thank you New Orleans, thank you Hollygrove +That's been my hood since a snotty-nose +I come through the hood, suicidal doors +I used to come through the hood on the handlebars +Gat in my draws, money in my pocket, crack in my jaws +I hope it don't dissolve +And you know I'm ducking Five-O and my moms +Young'un quick to go off like car alarms +Now, the young'un keep his mind on the Parmesan +Them other niggas ain't eating, like a Ramadan +Spit the shit that make you feel it in your chromosomes +Got some money, put my whole damn corner on +Young Carter, part three, I'm the cornerstone +Eagle Street, keep it going 'til homies home +And I'm just lightin' up my... +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample] +La, la la la la la la (Yeah) +La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) +La, la la la la la la (Yeah) +La-la-la, la (C'mon, I'm just lighting up my...) +La, la la la la la la (Yeah) +La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) +La, la la la la la la (Can I kick it?) +La-la-la, la + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Can I kick my story to y'all? +My glory in God, my faith in my flow +I pray that I go where no other rapper has +And when you're rappin' as +Vivid as I, your limit is the sky, so I +Study B.I., I bang 2Pac +I hum Aaliyah, and Soulja Slim was a leader +Who am I not to follow greatness? +I give these MCs hell like they all atheists +Tell them hatin' niggas, "One!" like they in The Matrix +And tell the cops I can buy my own bracelets +I'ma keep the paper running like a pair of ASICS +Used to sport the Gucci Bucks, nigga, no laces +Striped Polo, five-pocket Girbaud +Mama got her tubes tied and rocking dolo +I used to have the starter jacket with the logo +And the hat—me, myself, I had the N-O: that's the Saints, nigga +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample] +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la (And I'm just lighting up my...) +La, la la la la la la (You know) +La-la-la, la (You know) +La, la la la la la la (Weezy, baby, yeah) +La-la-la, la + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +It's Lil Wayne, I'ma shine in the rain +Now, nothing gets cleared without me signing my name +I'm just headlining the game +Won't quit until I'm A-Rod in the game +They riding the bench, they not in the game +I misplaced the key to the lock and chain +My spot remain, like a bleach stain, or cranberry +It's Murder She Wrote like Angela Lansbury +I remember being small, man +New toys when my mom would win the card game +Got my gifts before Christmas—didn't have to wait for them +I had a ten-speeder, scooter, and a skateboard, haha! +Then we moved to the suburbs +Me and lil' Toya Johnson was lovebirds, aww, man! +And I swear, I feel born again +I'm in the building like the audience, just lightin' up my... +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample] +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la +La, la la la la la la +La-la-la, la + +[Outro: Sample] +Do, do-do, do-do-do +Do-ah, do-ah-ooh +Do, do-do, do-do-do +Do-ah, do-ah-ooh +Do, do-do, do-do-do +Do-ah, do-ah-ooh +Do, do-do, do-do-do +Do-ah, do-ah-ooh10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Amen (D4)[Verse 1: Lil Wanye] +Gangsta Grillz ya bastards! +There's a couple married bitches in the building: fucked them! +I get that mouth I get that pussy:...The End +I see you niggas got no life.. Sixth Sense +She said she wanna fuck my brains out +But she gon have to suck this dick first! +Preach! Fucking right I'm geeked +She sat on my dick, she sat on my face +I told that bitch she got good seats +Man, these niggas softer than fleece +Shoot these niggas in they obliques +You talkin' shit, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep +Bitch you know the motto! +It's Young Money over hoes +Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinnochio +Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me +She say my vert-dick is hung like a jury +I'm on the track: DOA +Some of these niggas be DEA +Money tall: NBA +Broke niggas: SMH +Hit it like Canseco +While she say "you No way Jose!" +I got an O of that white +What you call that? OKKK! +Every night I go hard +She blow me like Boston George +She like it in her ass, mouth and pussy: 3 car garage! +These niggas is false alarms +They don't mean no fuckin harm +Hey baby let's make a porn! +Ba-bum! Devil horns +You know that I ain't got no ceilings! +The money changed me, I'm making chameleons +Only God can judge me, can't appeal it +In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit +Amen! Tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing +I've got a street sweeper.. do you need your street cleaned? +Young Money bitch! We colder than a ski team +Red beam, if you scared, muthafucka go to church! +Preach! Security breach +I'm on that grass harder than cleats +I'm on that gas, and y'all on E +Nigga my cash out of your reach +I run shit like the reverend +She get on her knees and pray to this dick +Then swallow all of them blessings +Church! +[Verse 2: Boo] +Just a way of life +Bought my mama a crib +Bought my daddy a car +Let them both meet Tune +Now they think I'm a star +Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing +Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing +I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking +Plus these bitches be stalking trying look for a fortune +In the Chi we say church when the pussy gets purchase +Got a bitch so bad she make a player get nervous +Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as fuck +I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up +Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing +And I only give head if baby girl swallow children +Boo ain't got a ghost and bitches still be catch the holy ghost +She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose +Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat +Only ride foreign +We don't do 100 spokes +When broke niggas talk that's 100 jokes +Ha Laughing at you fuck boys +Skate gear I'm a truck boy +On my truck right I don't give a fuck boy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cross Me[Verse 1: Future] +That girl got you too too excited +That money had you too too excited +Them cars had you way out your character +That jewelry got you way out your character +Them girls got you way out your character +This fame got you way out of character +This flow got you way out of character +I showed you love now you way out of character + +[Hook: Future] +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I should've known you would cross me +Because I'm on and I'm saucy +And now I'm gone and you salty +Steam coming from your head like a coffee +My reality is better than your dreams nigga +My ho pussy hole is wetter than your dreams nigga +My ho legs spread wider than your wings nigga +Put your head in a microwave, DING! nigga +You out of character, slime, you out of character +And me I'm out of patience, sick and tired like Malaria +These hoes like mosquitoes +These niggas trying to be hoes +What happened to that boy and I ain't Pusha T though +Supa where the cup at +I'm working on my comeback +The girl I'm with got much class +But she got a dumb ass +I keep a money bag, a drug bag, and a gun bag +These niggas ain't even shining, making the sun mad +Rappers in my lunch bag +Me and Future have a food fight +Bedroom full of new dykes +Old green and new white +That's old money, that's new coke +That's Young Money, that's 24/7, 3-6-5 +That's Cash Money; I'm like "Who ho" Who ho, who ho!? +[Hook: Future (Lil Wayne)] +I should've known you would cross me (Yea who ho?) +I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em kudos) +I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios) +I should've known you would cross me (I'm on my patio) +I should've known you would cross me +(Thinking about Hollygrove) +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me (I tell 'em adios) +I should've known you would cross me (Yeah) +I was looking in your eyes you ain't built like that +(You ain't built like that) +You ain't built like that (I should've know) +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me + +[Verse 3: Yo Gotti] +They say I ain't a rapper I'm a trapper +I be with the robbers and the killers and the kidnappers +I'll fuck your bitch in your crib, watch the kids after +Still fuck a bitch, fuck the ring, motherfuck a pastor +I don't, I should've known she ain't really love me +I should've know she just want to fuck me +I fucked up, don't judge me +I got this money and I ain't turning down +This money'll turn your life up but bring your family down +Some of the closest niggas to me, they don't come around +Cause some of the closest niggas to me, I'll gun 'em down +For real +I should've known you'd cross me +I'm from the hood, that's where they taught me +Go hard until they off me +[Hook: Future] +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I should've known you would cross me +I got some niggas that was there +That ain't no longer there +I don't care +I don't cry about it +And I barely get sleep anyway +I should've known you would cross me9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hello[Intro: Lil Wayne & Shane Heyl] +Cut the fuckin’ music up +YMCMB, GTWYC +Yeah +It’s about that time! How about you man? +Uh, yeah +Goat Mouf Gumbo +Uh +Brain stretched out +Yeah, bitch +Shake Junt, Shake Junt +Yeah, Chicken bone Nowison +Nowison +Death wish, bitch + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, California house in the hills, big windows, no blinds +Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time over here +Money over fear, her lipstick smeared, her pussy lip pierced +Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his, see ya later alligator +Crying crocodile tears, don't worry I'll be back +If her pussy like crack, she got a nice rack and that apple bottom +Bite that Apple like Mac, that's that computer love +I kill that pussy but I don't go to the funeral +Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform +So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn +Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH +Phone in her back pocket made her booty call +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & (Shayne Heyl)] +I said hello, hello, she said "oh shit!" +I ain't mean to call you, anyway, what you doing +I said nothing, she said I know what you should be doing +And could be doing, open up your legs, walk me through it +Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please, I fell on my head +And she fell on her knees, what you know about that (Uhh) +I be on my head and she be on her knees +What you know about that? Bitch, bitch! Ugh! +Skate, smoke, fuck, yeah + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, California house in the hills, big windows, no blinds +Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time over here +Money over fear, her lipstick smeared, her pussy lip pierced +Daddy gotta go after Daddy get his, see ya later alligator +Crying crocodile tears, don't worry I'll be back +If her pussy like crack, she got a nice rack and that apple bottom +Bite that Apple like Mac, that's that computer love +I kill that pussy but I don't go to the funeral +Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform +So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn +Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH +Phone in her back pocket made her booty call + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & (Shayne Heyl)] +I said hello, hello, she said "oh shit!" +I ain't mean to call you, anyway, what you doing +I said nothing, she said I know what you should be doing +And could be doing, open up your legs, walk me through it +Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please, I fell on my head +And she fell on her knees, what you know about that (Uhh) +I be on my head and she be on her knees +What you know about that? Bitch, bitch! Ugh! +Skate, smoke, fuck, yeah +[Verse 3: Shane Heyl] +Hello, hello, hello, hello +Hello, hello, hello, hello +Goat Mouf Gumbo's Here to save ya +"S" on my chest, like a Super-Man vest +Shake Junt!, I'mma say it again, Shake Junt! +Buck up my friends +Wondering, dreaming, constantly thinking +Tik-tok, Skello, Tik-tok Skello! Time's wasting +Had a chance, now look at the mess +Evil thoughts they run in my head +Get there, while you can, I say get there while you can +No you can't, yes I can +Pushin' fast at 50 milli got me screamin' faster! +Green and yellow do it again +Let it go, Back it up, boom! Boom! Titties & Milk! +Squirt, Squirt, till it don't, miss miss +Don't forget, miss miss, don't forget miss miss +Don't forget, miss miss, Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison +Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison +Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison +Is anybody out there!?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Don’t Sleep[Intro: Lil Wayne] +(Think we found a loophole) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Funeral (Yeah, yeah) +Oh, oh + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I don't sleep (I don't sleep) +Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep) +Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep) +Speedballin' off the cocaine and codeine (I don't sleep) +Chinchilla carpet got her walkin' on her knees (On her knees) + +[Post-Chorus] +I don't sleep and I'm still livin' out my dreams (I don't sleep) +Kill you in your sleep and now you can't get out your dreams (Fuck your dreams) +Notorious B.I.G. said it was all a dream (All a dream) +I'm reppin' M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo) +In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo) +Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah) +Been chasin' these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah) +They better not close their eyes, 'cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink) +And if you sleepin' on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace) +'Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat) +And I ain't sleepin' 'til they bring me to the priest (To the priest) +Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, I just popped a ten, I'm in my man cave +Lookin' for some hoes in my DMs, man, I miss Backpage +Your lil' ho do spin class at the gym, that bitch in bad shape +My lil' ho said she gon' spend a band, I like it ratchet (Yeah) +Did some cocaine with these bitches, like it fancy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Snort the cocaine off their titties in my mansion (Yeah, yeah) +I'm gettin' naked with these bitches (Yeah) +I'm on Addy and Cialis, breakin' records in these bitches +Wait, I think (Think) this ho need Jesus, I need water +She say, "These (These) them double D's that float in water" +I'm too numb, I bit my jaw and I can't feel it (I can't feel it) +I'm so numb I hit it raw and I can't feel it + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm on the ceilin', I don't sleep (I don't sleep) +Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep) +Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep) +Speedballin' off the cocaine and codeine (I don't sleep) +Chinchilla carpet got her walkin' on her knees (On her knees) + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Takeoff] +Threw a million in a week and I ain't freak (I ain't freak) +I ain't fret, I ain't sweat, I ain't keep (No) +She said, Tunechi, "What you think about me," lemme think (Woah) +She said, "Why you never answer?" Told her, "I was sleep" (Takeoff) +[Verse 2: Takeoff] +Told her I was sleep (Sleep) +Really, I was with my other bitch from Italy (I lied) +Text message from my Memphis bitch, she get 'em ten a key (Ten) +That stick shoot thirty minutes and it don't need anti-freeze +I believe niggas tryna get the goals that I achieve (Goals) +Me without the paper just like Tune without the lean (What?) +Or Phil without the rings, (Or what?) Snoop without the weed (Or what?) +A-I without the sleeve, (Or what?) IG without the memes (Nah) +I'm up, Adderral, these niggas, they drinkin' on Tylenol ('Nol) +I give her the X, she give me the neck, and no, we don't talk at all (At all) +Jaws, I'm breakin' 'em in, she gettin' the balls and all (Ball) +I cannot sleep and I cannot eat if it ain't codeine involved (Drank) + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I don't sleep (I don't sleep) +Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet (I don't sleep) +Fuck a Xanny, give me Adderall and weed (I don't sleep) +Speedballin' off the yayo and codeine (I don't sleep) +Me and Takeoff 'bout to take off, 'bout to flee (Yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +I don't sleep and I'm still livin' out my dreams (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Kill you in your sleep and now you can't get out your dreams (Yeah, yeah, fuck your dreams) +Notorious B.I.G. said it was all a dream (All a dream) +I'm reppin' M-O-B, the mob, I got ties (Woo, woo) +In the back of my head, under my locks, I got eyes (Woo) +Presidents so dead up in my pockets, I got flies (Yeah) +Been chasin' these presidents so long they must be tired (Yeah) +They better not close their eyes, 'cause Tunechi never blink (Never blink) +And if you sleepin' on Lil Tunechi, rest in peace (Rest in peace) +'Cause all a nigga do is win like I cheat (Like I cheat) +And I ain't sleepin' 'til they bring me to the priest (To the priest) +Fuck a bed, fuck a spread, fuck a sheet8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Everyday We Sick[Verse] +Everything was meant, everything was meant +I took a L, what comes after L? My nigga — Ms +That AK with the twins, that's Mary Kate and sis +My shooters, they don't miss; fade away, then swish +Dedication 6, and every day we sick +Treatin' medication scrips like some Revelation scripts +I thought yesterday we quit +But you know, every day we spent +Then we celebrate the win like we'll never play again +Lord I just talked to my hitman, he say that he made a list +Nigga always breakin' in, and he never leave a print +And I never shaved a brick, OK, now I'm talkin' shit +Where that bakin' soda mix? Raise my Arm & Hammer fist +And my yellowbone, she thick, and her belly don't exist +And she never saw the gym, she stay healthy 'cause she strip +Doin' very late events, and I never paid a cent +Pussy never leave a scent, Toni Braxton, breathe again +Every day, all week, we lit, you know every day we sip +And we having steak and shrimp with some naked waitresses +Told that bitch to bring a friend, you know that we make 'em kiss +She know if it's goin' down, I keep a elevator lit +Now where the elevator music? Yeah, they better play the hits +I can serenade a bitch, you interrogate a bitch +If we interrogate that bitch, we be like "Where that safe at, bitch?" +Put that barrel to her tits, and if she hesitate, that's it +I need that combination bitch, 'cause I ain't got no patience bitch +I hate to do it, but the line between love and hate is thin +You know every day we win, you know second place ain't shit +You know that we take the kids, just like Freddy, Jason, IT +You know that we spray and dip, one-eight-seven, eighty-six +While you eatin' bacon grits again while police takin' tips +You know every day we drip, drippin' wet Mercedes-Benz +Drippin' wet and glazy clit, you know every day she drenched +This that Dedication 6, you know every day we sick +Give me wet, a life, a gift, catch a body like the Lyft +This that Dedication 6, if she starstruck, make a wish +I tell her pussy "Take your lick", I'm big-headed, make it fit +You know every day we sick +[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] +That's some sick shit, yeah +Shoutout Young Money! +You know every day we sick +That's some sick shit, oh +My nigga Mack Maine +And that's that Dedication 6 +You know every day we sick +And you are just a patient, bitch +It's that Dedication 6 +You know every day we sick +And that's some sick shit, yeah +Yeah, yeah yeah yeah +That's some sick shit, yeah +Yeah yeah, yeah yeah +That's some sick shit, yeah +Yeah yeah, yeah yeah +You know every day we sick5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Piano Trap[Part I] + +[Intro] +I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah) +I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud + +[Verse] +Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now +All I can see is the purplest clouds +Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now +I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown +Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now +I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns +They 'bout to give me a personal foul +I'ma thank God for my existence +I'ma thank God for my charisma +I'ma thank God that I'm in the business +And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system +I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in +I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it +I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics +I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic +All of my jewelry is fuckin' ridiculous +I cannot really be seriously serious +All of my goons take everything serious +Run in the building and kill your superiors +Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates +Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium +I see y'all ass all in my peripheral +Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian +She workin' that ass continuous +I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous +I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions +Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem +I got a monogamous smile +I do not know how I do how +I give all to my daughters, no doubt +It's been all about now until now +I've been keepin' it quiet but loud +I've been keepin' it private but proud +I've been treatin' the fire like flowers +I've been keepin' it silent but "Pow" +And she 'bout to twerk on the ground +Oh my God, she gettin' personal now +Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse +Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child (Yeah) +She 'bout to twerk on the ground +Oh my God, she gettin' personal now +Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd +Oh my God, she 'bout to surf in the crowd +Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now +Call up my phone and my service was down +Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while +Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now +Call up my phone and my service was down +Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while +I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown +Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now +I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns +They 'bout to give me a personal foul, damn +[Part II] + +[Intro] +Ayy, tell you what you should do, son + +[Verse] +Uh, let's get personal, Percocet got me vertical +Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu +We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you +You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32 +It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout +I'm on Cloud 9 and, nigga, you just on iCloud +I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out +You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch +Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch +Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit +Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage +Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th +Y'all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight +Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice +Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise +Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life' +Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right +Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe +Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga +I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga +Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now +All I could see is the purplest clouds +Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now +I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown +Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now +I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns +They 'bout to give me a personal foul5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Feel Good[Intro] +Tunechi +Baby +(Hey!) + +[Verse 1] +Uh, Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard +And my girlfriend think she too much +All she do is get pretty, I get shitfaced +Don't we make a cute couple? +To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks +I got a posse full of hitters +And a pocket full of "In God We Trust" +It's been so long since I said "It cost too much" +I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle +And withdrawal sucks +And dead presidents act immortal +But I know you see money's not a problem +Bal' like a butch bitch +Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill +Money in a shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes? +Baby, I'm my own boss, "Dwayne, you gon' get you fired!" + +[Hook] +But I feel good, woo +I knew that I would, yeah +I feel good, yeah +I'm smoking that good, yeah +I feel good, yeah +My girl got that good, yeah +Girl your pussy so good +And these hoes is no good +But I got you, yeah +Girl your pussy so good (so good) +And these hoes is no good (no good) +But I got you, yeah +I got you, wooo +[Verse 2] +Woo, Tunechi, baby, yeah +They say "Boy put some money aside" +Don't tell me what to do with mine +All my kids already rich, and they kids, and they kids... +They think money grow on trees +And as tall as they grew, I climbed +Knock-knock "Who's there?" Hah! +I told the bitch "It's just money" +The road can get a lil bumpy +So, on the low, I got that blow +And ya nose gon' feel like a trumpet +I'm goin home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa +She get hard dick and McDonald's +Cause she so tired of them Whoppers +I fuck her good, so proper, she say my name in Opera +I turn into a Piranha, then eat it like Tilapia +She know I'm going through a lot +So she say my name in Gospel +No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper + +[Hook] +And I feel good, yeah +I knew that I would, yeah +And I'm still hood, yeah +Shoutout to my hood +I was sick of stuntin' but I feel cured +Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah +And these hoes is no good, no good +But I got a few, yeah +These hoes is no good (no good) +These hoes is no good (no good) +But, fuck it, I got you, ah +Fuck 'em I got you, ah +[Outro] +And I feel good +Tunechi, baby (Hey!) +I feel good, yeah +Woo! Like diamonds on wood +Woo, mmm, ow! yeah +I feel good, yeah +My girl got that good, yeah +Girl, your pussy so good +And these hoes is no good +But I got you, yeah +(Woaw!)19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dreams[Chorus] +I had a dream I was broke +No diamonds and no gold +Most saddest story ever told, oh +And I had a dream, I was a fool +No mansion or no pool +I woke up and I screamed +Thank God it was just a dream +Huh, huh, yeah, ooh + +[Verse 1] +I live the American dream, huh +Foreign everything, huh +I turn my scariest dreams, uh, into fairy wings +I don't want beef, I just want green, that's vegetarian dreams +Dream, dream, yeah +I'm havin' that dream where I'm fallin', yeah +I land in the purplest water, yeah +I'll probably surface tomorrow, yeah +Dream of a world with new order, yeah +It spin like the perfect revolver, yeah +I dreamt I died and went to Heaven and came back +'Cause I got work in the mornin', yeah +Yeah, yeah, sleep tight, yeah, I daydream all night +Keep my head up right, don't let the fed bugs bite +One night I fell asleep in some good pussy and I woke up like "Oh shit" +Had a dream that I was broke, I ain't sleep with that same ho since +[Chorus] +I had a dream I was broke +No diamonds and no gold (Yeah) +Most saddest story ever told, woah +And I had a dream, I was a fool (Yeah, yeah) +No mansion or no pool (No) +I woke up and I screamed +Thank God it was just a dream + +[Verse 2] +We in another dimension (Yeah) +She say I'm the man of her dreams (Yeah) +So after I fuck her, I pinch her (Yeah) +She had the wettest of dreams (Yeah) +She gon' wake up in a swimsuit (Yeah) +They tryna sell me some dreams +Way too fuckin' expensive (Yeah) +I been sippin' all this lean, that's why my eyes are dreamy (Dreamy) +In my dream and I wake up, see all these fuckin' Weezys (Damn) +Mister Sandman, all your sand about to turn to cement (Damn) +California weed got me California dreamin' (Yeah) +I'm your worst nightmare + +[Bridge] +I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Waking up on the islands, OD's and violence (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) +Roses with no thorns +[Chorus] +I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was broke +No diamonds and no gold (No diamonds) +Most saddest story ever told, oh (Woah) +And I had a dream, (I had a dream) I was a fool +No mansion or no pool (No, oh) +I woke up and I screamed +Thank God it was just a dream + +[Post-Chorus] +Thank God it was just a dream +Thank God it was just a dream, yeah +Thank God it was just a dream +Thank God it was just a dream +Woke up and I screamed +Thank God it was just a dream + +[Bridge] +I just wanna spend it all before I go to sleep +Broke my heart and give it to you wrapped in 'chilla mink +Woke up on islands, OD's and violence +Roses with no thorns (Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah) + +[Outro] +I just woke up with some new tattoos (Yeah, yeah) +I just woke up next to "Who is you and you and you?" +Got the groupie blue, woopty woo, hooty hoo +Make their dreams come true and then I put 'em back on snooze +Had a dream, I was a fool +No mansion or no pool (Yeah, yeah) +I woke up and I screamed...6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Freezer[Intro: Gudda Gudda] +Gudda! +D6 +Yeah + +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +I'mma cash out on the AP, new freezer +The coupe sit nice on some new feet, new sneakers +I took your bitch out to Pappadeaux's +She tried to order a sloppy joe +I told her give me some sloppy toppy +Then let her know she a sloppy ho +Tune pick me up in this brand new Bugatti +Two million cash, this is not a Ferrari +260 the dash, I smoke anybody +150K cash, it fit in my pocket +This is that D6, shout out to Drizzy in the 6 +Mafia like it's the Three 6 +Choppers make niggas do B-flips +Put the heat to your moon like an eclipse +Burn niggas like a freak bitch +Flip and turn you like a key switch +'Cause you bit the hand that I feed with +Yeah, only time will tell, nigga +I sat back and tried to tell niggas +If you try to test me, watch you fail, nigga +D-triple-6, I'm raisin' hell, nigga +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Death wish, death wish, death wish +I come to fulfill your death wish +First I must refill my beverage +That's promethazine, sold separate +That's from Texas, she's from who knows +I got new doors I ain't step in +I got new hoes I ain't hit yet +I ain't hit yet? Time is precious +I got pre-rolls I ain't lit yet +I got pre-thoughts I ain't think yet +I got money I ain't see yet +And they wan' know why I ain't blink yet +I got big bags in my book bag +Make me walk around like Hunchback +Diamonds so bright on my one hand +Gave all five fingers a sun-tan +Haters upset, that's a fun fact +I got pussy in my lunch bag +I got soap and I got towels +Bullet showers lead to bloodbaths +I got hoodies that say 'Young Money' +I got bitches that steal them from me +They go home and then they send pictures +To my phone with nothing under it +What am I to do? I'm lovin' it +I run a bad-ass bitches company +That's my company, my bitches humble me +I saw your bitches, that was comedy +I got the romedy, oops I meant remedy +I got the chemistry, and the amenities +Up in my bedroom, holding assembly +They leave feelin' good; physically, mentally +Meditate, meditate; think about yesterday +Fuck what that nigga say, think about yesterday +I can't do everyday, I could do very late +Just hit me up and now go check my resume +Get out that Chevrolet, jump in this better Wraith +I know you see the doors open like Heaven Gates +She think I'm Heaven sent, and I would not forgive every sin +But I forget everything +Thanks to the medicine, thanks to the purple stuff +I'm finna pour it up, I'm finna stir it up +If I had a heart it'd be a purple one +Pockets too fat, I'm pulling my girdle up +Shots of Bumbu, I'm finna serve 'em up +I got them comfy and kind and courteous +I put the old bodies in the new freezer +Brrrr, I never heard of her, six shit8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Post Bail Ballin[Verse 1] +Uh, hundred thousand on a small ass chain +Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne +Half a million for a watch with no diamonds +Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change +Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the backyard +Elevator in the house, never got stuck +I just looked in the mirror, got star struck +I just looked at your bitch and got eye-fucked +Who the fuck wanna race? Put your money up +All you see is license plates far in front of ya +I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life +She licked her lips twice and told me that I'm yummier +Glass house on the block, five floors in it +Got a picture on the wall that cost more than it +You observing it, I'm absorbing it +Judge mad 'cause a nigga make more than him +Ignoring him, I know you can't ignore the rims +I'm going in 'til I'm pouring in more than M's +I'm courtin' swimsuit models that don't know who I am +And foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films +My warrant's clear as day like Doris is +When I ain't trippin' then my lawyers is +So what the charges is? +Put it on my tab, baller shit +I'm from the cell to the mall with this +[Chorus] +Now tell them motherfuckers I'm +I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm +I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm + +[Post-Chorus] +Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley +And I'ma honk the horn, ridin' past the penitentiary +And I'ma drive slow, ridin' past the elementary +Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em "Don't even mention" + +[Verse 2] +Uh, one time +For the hustlers and the young moms +My presidential said it's crunch time +Looking in my son's eyes +Only time I see a upside +I tell him he gon' be a tough guy +Never be a punchline +Tell him never wait in one line +Tell him not even a lunch line +Pray more than sometimes +When the cops come, you tongue-tied +Take dirt, make a mud pie +Lookin' out the window +In the coupe with a bimbo +Talking 'bout who she resemble +Bitch, you in a Enzo +Stop being so simple +Now fuck me like we in a limo +I ain't got time to kill, I got voids to fill +I got ocean views, I got water bills +I got cards to deal, I got hearts to steal +I got larger wheels on my automobile +I lost appeal +The bullshit cost me a mill +It brought me to tears +I came home and bought me a crib +I walk through that bitch +Strapped when it's dark in that bitch +And through hell and high water, I just walk on a bridge +I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge +I started to swig +But end up drinking all of that shit +'Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit +I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out the pen +[Chorus] +My nigga, I'm, I'm post-bail ballin, post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm +I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm +I'm post-bail ballin' +Farewell warden, I'm post-bail ballin' +Go tell the warden I'm +Post-bail ballin' +Inmate Carter +Post-bail ballin' + +[Post-Chorus] +Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley +And I'ma honk the horn ridin' past the penitentiary +And I'ma drive slow ridin' past the elementary +Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em "Don't even mention" +Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Dawg[Chorus: HoodyBaby] +That's my dawg for sure +That's my dawg +We pullin' up in the Rolls +Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) +To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes +To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes + +[Verse 1: HoodyBaby] +HoodyBaby really, really rich +HoodyBaby pull up with the clique (hello) +Hoody crippin' rollin' with the six +Now I'm in a 'Rari bumpin' Nip +Black and yellow bitches on my stick +Black and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz +Hustle in Atlanta like I'm TIP +(Brrrrr, hello?) +College bitch, tweakin' for my dick +Hit her college park like I'm Tit +I want turkey pasta with the shrimp +That ain't have shit to do with this +30 bitches tellin' me I'm the shit +Juice man, screamin' 32 +Juice man, screamin' 32 +O.J. know my number's 36 +Diamonds crip walkin' on my chest +Sent a package right to Bouldercrest +I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians +Yeah we politic, but fuck a politician +You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new edition +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Run off with your bitch, she change her number +Run into another bitch and fumble +Money talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel +Too much shit on my mind, I need a plumber +Made love to a whore and changed my number +Pull up on a boat like I'm Columbus +Tongue all in her throat, all in her tunnel +Pussy monster, I'ma need a muzzle +Wake up Sunday night and go to LIV +A bitch back at the crib tryna live +A pool in the back, I let her swim +I give her phone back and let her film +Free will like the goodwill +She real thick, waist real lil +Weed real bright, it look teal +Coke real white, it look clear +0 to 100 to a mill +From nothin' to somethin' to a big deal +Got to keep it trill in the field +I ain't Cash Money no more +And I put some carats on my bitch's wrist +Put some carats on my bitch's fist +Put some carats in my bitch's ears +I came fast money, let's go +And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it real +I just met some strippers on the strip +Flew 'em to Miami, take a trip +Flew 'em back to Vegas with some gifts +That's just how it is, is, is +Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich +I feel like satan, nigga lit +Dedication 6-6-6 +G-Wagon on six wheels +They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas feel +Coke in the car, I'm in a snowmobile +I'm sippin' that Evander Holyseal +This is that codeine overkill +My mud colder than Soldier Field +In love, but all these hoes is weird +These hair triggers, I might grow a beard +Brazy, yeah, but you know the drill +I'm way up there, you right over here +Have you ever seen the light hit my grill? +I stand there and smile in the mirror +Snap my fingers, dollars appear +Out of nowhere and I don't do L's +And I married the mob when I was like twelve +Turned out well, like Tom and Giselle +Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin' checks +I don't text 'cause that is finger sex +Then I'm turnin' off my ringer next +Airplane mode, no I'ma need a jet +I'm dope, babe, I need a needle set +Chains rock it, can't see the neck +Pockets crowded like the Beatles set +I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that +Whip milky, I'ma sip filthy +I sip this shit just like it's healthy +Who spilt it, wait my bitch guilty? +Uber, Uber; she'll be missed dearly +Sincerely, yeah it's yours truly +Call me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi +Rockin' Louis while the pot brewin' +With a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey +Told the straight hoes I'm taken +Told the gay hoes I'm vacant +Took some diamonds out her old bracelet +Put 'em on the quotes in my statements +I'm a born slanger, a born slanger +One more time, I'm a born slanger +Draco like a volcano +You can fuck around and get your star spangled +Barbaric, yeah your bitch starin' +I look very good, good very +It ain't all about the werewolf +It's all about what the wolf wearin' +You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb +We everywhere like the Marriott +Shots sprayed like Malaria +Hit your head like a Triceratops +For my dawg, I'll kill you and your ho +Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the road +Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show +But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these hoes1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Back from the 80's[Verse] +I keep the blammer in the drawer with the pajamas +I keep the ammo in the bananas +I keep the standards high as the Canyon +I treat the Grammy's like some medallions +I treat the randoms like some companions +I treat the weed like some azaleas +I got more value than I got failure +I got more flings than I got flair +I don't dream if I do not have nothing to wear +You see what I mean, and that's why you stare +I know you believe, I know you beware +I know she a fiend, and this an affair +If momma a queen, and poppa a bear +You run out of steam, you run out of stairs +I run in Supreme and get something rare +She run to the team, and now she a player +We live on the edge, we die in the air +We sick in the head, but pockets is well +We tiptoe on eggs, we out of our shell +Our vision is red, the eyes are as well +We can't pay attention, we got to pay bills +It doesn't make sense if it's not making mills +We do not take pictures, we're not taking L's +If y'all love to listen, then I hate to tell +If y'all scared to visit, then I take it there +If heaven is real, then y'all fake as hell +Cut off your heels and bounce on your tail +I'm on a mission, survival is real +Man, fuck how I fix it, admire the repairs +I'm talking six but my mind is on twelve +Poppin' prescriptions on top of the hill +Even the devil advised me to chill +I told that nigga, stay out of my hair +She just want to fuck in the throne +Shit get too deep and they dug up your bones +I'm sippin' that Sleep and I'm smoking that Gone +When you reach your peak, we gon' cut off your arms +She sniffin' that King and she mix it with Kong +Her clit got a ring, and my dick got a horn +This is what I call a risk and reward +We cutting it close, give the ninja the sword +Fuck what they think, man these niggas don't know us +This shit is sick and it get in your pores +And then you a corpse, and then it's the morgue +Me, I'ma hustle until it's the Forbes +I swore, it was no more than a chore +The house by the water, condo by the shore +I'm sure, I'm all about that manure +Cooler than leather and hot as velour +I'm not the one, when it is war +I'm on the front until combat is done +And I got your tongue, stomp on it once +Then smile at your young, they see I'm having fun +Shit don't get brazy 'til I say go brazy +Run up on your haven and pop at your nasal +Your baby gon' take me straight down to the basement +Gun to the head, she get down to the basics +No dramatization, we popping these gauges +Even the neighbors gon' feel the vibrations +Behind desperation, it's just in our nature +So cold-hearted, perspiration turn to glaciers +Ovations, better be loud and bodacious +And then I'ma take me a bow and be gracious +Wipe the gun off with my towel +Throw it in the crowd and then take a pow at the spacious +I'm out of my mazes, I'm out of my cages +I'm out of the labels, I'm kind of escapist +I profit, I praise it, I spend it, I save it +I buy me a nation, you renting on Avis +I'm in it, I sit it, I did it, you said it +You killing, you playing, I'm friendly, I'm faded +I get way too high to get through the hiatus +You look in my eyes and my pupils dilated +I'm true to my ratings, I'm glued to my statements +I just want to dive in the pool of my payments +I'm in and outrageous, I'm rippin' out pages +You runnin' your mouth, seein' how quick you can chase it +And then you rephrase it, we stick to invasions +The stick is malicious, equipped with a laser +The temperature blazin', the tension is raisin' +You smell the dead once, gotta live with the fragrance +Sickness is real, the meds is too tasty +Death is related, happy we made it +Keeping it dirty like Sanford and Grady +The Young Mula Baby, I'm back from the 80s +Dedication, sick, shit +[Outro] +My favorite movie quote is "You got 14 bricks in that bag right there?" That's my favorite movie quote. That was Cam talking to, uh you know Mitch and all them, that was uh, damn I always forget the name of the movie and it's my fucking favorite quote but it ain't my favorite movie, but like that's my favorite movie quote. My favorite movie, if you wanted to know, if I ever said it, I never said it, it's Sixth Sense, so don't ask me why, I see dead people, you know what I mean, so I got the fuck away from them dead bitches4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +10,000 Bars[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Go +Weezy Wee, bitch +S-Q-A-D Siddeven, holla at us, underground +Muhfucka, what you know bout Weezy huh? Holla at me dawg +I got it, it's right here, listen + +[Verse 1] +Holla +I'm off the rocks squat the box don't rock the spot +The Sqad pop 'em I'ma fuck with the hottest +Diamonds droppin’ temperature, bitch I'm one of the finest +And to be honest, I got all these hoes stocked up like sinus, now who you fuckin'? +Ice shining colorful, like a sack of fruit or something +With no heart for bitches like ??? or something +I be the true to nothing thorough nigga, young, raw, and famous +Get money 'til I'm dead or 'til the day of my arraigning +Spittin' game through the platinum smile +You can see the fuck I be saying from half a mile +How I hop out of the colossal Tahoe filled up with models +Poppin' bottles with pussy poppers that gobble until they swallow +See I'm a pimp Playboy when it come to these hoes +Cause all I give is cum to these hoes and run from these hoes +I comfortably roll in the latest sleepy eye Mercedes +Heat up for the haters speed up for the ladies +Miss, so watch your back, and watch your mouth cat +Weezy shit, this our click +You 'bout that? I send my Sqad to where your house at +All of a sudden niggas gs, why the fuck is you trippin'? +I cock and shoot up one of your knees, why the fuck is you trippin'? +You listening? I'm official pimpin' +Be lowkey dippin', Range Ro' be twistin' on blades +I'm O. J. Simpson, pretty limpin' +Big fucking cannon, holding me back +With some shit from off the Discovery Channel on my back +My niggas drowned in smoke, underground, pound daily +My hoes like Nelly cause they go "Down, down baby" +I used to dog chickens, cluck 'em, fuck 'em, and duck 'em +But now I'm more mature, I fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and fuck 'em +Stuck inside of the game for damn near two decades +And I'ma make you see the insides like a x-ray +Aww fuck... +Huh? Drunk off Cris', mami on e +Weezy on e, mami cummin' on me +The diamond long links sparkle, tough in the light +You do a lil' something tonight, I buy you something with ice +And I ain't stunting a price, shawty I can afford it +I been had dough before I was recorded +Started to order you a Mercedes C 240 +But I thought it would be more nice for you in a Ferrari, peep me +[Interlude] +It's whatever, holla +I ain't stopping, I ain't stopping +Check it, check it + +[Verse 2] +Muhfucka bet' not fuck with this nigga +I'm itching, clutching the trigger +Muhfucka you can end up in a river, shit +I'm like a tornado I’m twisted off of shit +And my pistols off my hip but I give a shit about who I hit, fuck +I'm fucked up, I'll fuck you up for fucking up +Guns up like "What's up?", get your fucking guts cut +Tough luck bruh +Wonder why your bitch act stuck up? +Cause the slut got Weezy nuts stuck up in her fucking butt +Yung mack flip crack quicker than acrobats, get at me man +Look call me Wayne a. k. a. Big Daddy Kane +Nigga can't tell me nothing 'bout the game +Been in that deep shit, every year I'm M. V. P +It's just in me +Rims on the 'Lac like 22 inches +Play with me, I open up your back like 22 inches +Guerrilla pimpin' +And it really isn't wise for niggas to start poppin' +At any given time them niggas could start droppin', peep it +I'm off the strip muhfucka what you want? +This a freestyle coming from off the top out the trunk +Niggas be like Mase and go to Church +But I go to the trunk and then I go to your shirt +Holla at me, I'm the don bitch +Look we can get it on bitch +Gotta get another rap to flow on bitch... +Hold up, aight, aight, aight +Listen, playa, all I do is get bread, I'ma head to them cowards +And if they ever try me, I'll bring y'all the head of them cowards +This big spending, see the heads on them dollars +It's big pimpin', you see your bitch lipstick red on my boxers +Choppers pop at any time for any given reason +Leave 'em not breathing under cement for one disagreement +Freedom, we ride on them bitches, rollin' through sittin' high on them inches +My mission's to make sure Squad get expensive +And if anyone of you niggas better get defensive, your care will get intensive +Shot put humps on top of your head like Bart Simpson +I spark instant, now who want it? I'll light your set +Cause I'm all about money cocksucker, my life a check +I'm spectacular, I let the Tec tackle ya +I spit 16 after ya like I rap with y +Put your chest in the back of ya +You would think a truck hit 'em, it's Weezy, don't fuck with him +Better lock me up or get me to the graveyard quick +Come and get me I spray, spark, spit, it's straight war bitch +Niggas is hoes, like they take long dick +I wave chrome shit at home, shit, make domes split +And may I say these fake niggas on some Ray Charles shit, blind to the fact +9 to ya cap, blat, put your mind in your lap +I ride with the gat for hard times, crimes, and rats +It’s rhymes of the crack, my Sqad, I'll die for that +I climb in the 'Lac, drunk off 190 ? +Don't try me cat, I take this shit beyond the rap +And this Ecstasy is why my eyes are black +Don't like baby moms but the X make her thighs look fat +But fuck the bullshit I grind for scratch, I scrape and scruff, bake and cut +You hatin' us? We tape you up +I spin ya corner make you duck from blazin’ bucks +Bandanas, braids, and cuts, I'm gangsta'd up +Muhfucka +[Interlude] +Oh, oh shit, oh shit +What they want? +I dont think they want Weezy. Do you think they want Weezy? +Check it, check it + +[Verse 3] +Lil' nigga pass slow in a S 430, ya ho be like "That's so purty" +Fuck with me I'll show your chest no mercy +Sqad get so dirty, but still we do it clean +Bring action to these fake ass niggas like movie scenes +I pop so much X man I feel like Wolverine +Wake up in the morning, lips burning, can't move my spleen +See this lil' dude is mean, strapped up with tools and things +I'll get you different drugs mixed up like Smoothie King +The heavy platinum jewelry bling over the white tee +Watch your wifey, she's mostly likely to blow me pipey +I'm so exciting +Money, murder, steal, kill, rape +You should do like the Internet and start to Bill Gates +This whole world gon' end up with some bad fucking tumors, listening to these Cash Money rumors +I'll blast, bust, and shoot you, hit your block without the mask, fucking screw you +Treat you like a bitch, bitch look at me while I do you + + +[Interlude] +Ok, ok, homie, ok +Peep it out, Squiddad +Let me catch my breath, let the Danger track roll +And let me holla at you, now let me holla at you, check it out +S-Q-A-D + +[Verse 4] +Don't fool with any niggas like me +We pull triggers like weeds +Swigger off the Piña Colada +Dreams of having cream and the power +You need a problem? I'm the meanest to start with +And got grams the size of the head of Gina on Martin +For any discomfort the Ninas is sparking +Be in your apartment, many assault men and semi-revolvers +Keep it clean, I'm a young Sqad street teen, only into green +If you intervene I'll leave your ass colder than Winter +And y'all just look like bitches +You get fucked then I nut up +And just like bitches, I leave you face down and butt up +Nigga what up? I just bought a record to say fuck Hip-Hop +I spit it for them niggas who grip Glocks +Dip cops, flip rocks, and when the bricks drop +We fix blocks, suddenly watch the income +Fuck with me, watch the outcome +Niggas don't wanna hear the Glock rung + +[Interlude] +That's that real shit, that's- +K, ok, ok +Yea, holla at me, holla at me +This for all these niggas, you know me +Listen, let me tell you who the Sqiddad 7 is, bring it +It's Weezy Wee, Lil' Jay, Lil' Tez, Lil' Fee Fee, Lil' Yo, Lil' Sammie, T-Redd +Holla at us, holla at us, holla at us +Can't forget Bidd-Ugg-G, don't forget it +Check it, check it + +[Verse 5] +Playboy I pimp huge +See the whip cruise on big shoes +Slide out the shit, cool, frostbit jewels like igloos +See Weezy gets loot, that be why your bitch choose +But dude, I ain't got nothing for her but some dick juice +I stick tools in the pocket of the S. Q. leather +They gon' have to rescue this fella if he stress my pleasure +I tells you once, I'm the don, you can trust my word +I say with a Herpes dick, nigga fuck the world +I be with niggas that could get me years +I be with hoes and bitches that favor Britney Spears +Listen here, you see the Sqad Minked up, Platinum S. Q. linked up +With a freak that drink nut ‘til my dick shrink up +You think it's soft? Let the thing bust 'til I'm seeing pink guts +Niggas watch them pigs come, they trying to sink us +You know who I be, Weezy Wee muhfucka +I ain't gon' stop the flow until the end +K we got a new game, I'm running, punting, I ain't passing the ball +You other niggas just be crashing the boards +With a team full of great players, but I'm a veteran, all-star +And let's be real man, I'm better than all y'all +I'm the truth, I'm the reason, I'm the meaning, I'm the shit +I'm the alleged convict in any Sqad incident +Last name Carter like Vince and shit +But I don't slam balls and goals, my life's money, cars, and hoes +Cadillac white walls and 'Bauds, pimpin' partna +Plus I can get more work out than a fitness doctor +Let's get this partna, I'm the young don these niggas honor +And those of you who ain't cheap can't buy a vowel +It's cause the child's mom will eat me up like Jeffery Dahmer +Libel to find my condom inside of dry vagina +I'm kinda calm, drama goes with my persona +A minor with intentions to harm ya, holla + +[Interlude] +Ok, ok +Switch it up right here, switch it up, switch it up +Listen, listen, take this money, make this money, get this money +Puff holla at me + +[Verse 6] +Homeboy it's Sqad shit +It's gon' be Sqad shit, swallow it +He who disrespect, hollows follow him +Flash the pistol, watch 'em stop and pose like they modeling +Blast 'em, watch em stop, drop, and roll like they firemen +Seriously man, I got enough money to buy ya men +Turn 'em against you and make 'em kill ya mom and them, don't fuck with me +Buck 50 on the dash of the box but that's only approximately cause it really do like two ?, blue fire +Wrist looking like blue fire +Piña Colada got me spiked like barb wire, Weezy Wee, Sqad rider +Holla at me, you know you know me +Got out the streets and start hustlin', there's still some fiends who owe me +Blow me some dro, nah I ain't smoking I stopped that +My niggas still get puffed out, I catch the contact +I'm kinda fucked up, fuck with me and I ain't gonna leave you kinda fucked up +I leave you fucked up, believe this stuff bruh, it's Sqad shit, bitch + +[Interlude] +Oh shit, I ain't finished +Oh shit, I ain't finished +I ain't finished Duke +Check it, listen + +[Verse 7] +I come up from a shit deep town, where you hear sounds like "Click", "Squeak", "Pow" +Get down or you dying, niggas tote iron +Got that coke flying like birds, not the ones with feathers, I'm talkin' weight like birds +And you might get served if it’s proper enough +Or find your nerves on the curb if you a cop or something +A baller blocker or something, I'll send your noggin a hundred +Have the whole block sprinting, dashing, jogging, and running +Type of life I live, Gotti would love it +Sqad property buddy, some young niggas with a mafia budget +Can't nobody put nobody above it +And if they do, they find they body with your body above it +Fuck it, let's take it public, nah leave it the gutter +Fuck it, let's go and dump 'em, nah leave 'em in the gutter +Hustler, keep it thuggin', why the fuck you niggas buggin'? +The hot 9 slug it, dug inside of your fucking jucket (jacket) +Call me Weezy you bitch + +[Interlude] +Ok, ok +The d. j. just informed me that I got 20 more minutes to rap +How the fuck I'ma do that? +Holla at me, if you feel me holla at me +Sqad, I gotta talk to make some of the raps look more long, you know, holla at me +I'm a real nigga, you know, you know me +D. J. Riddaj Smoove +'Bout to blow your head smoove off, cool off, dude you soft +You know me, let's go +Is y'all ready? Check it out, check it out + +[Verse 8] +Listen, I keep the pistol hidden in the big pockets, hear shit cockin' +Better get flocking or get gotten +Dawg I speak with the gun, nigga's holla in the street like "What's up?" +I tell 'em "Chika buck buck chika, get the fuck" +The droughts come bring the pots out, let's do what we do +You fuck with me I send more shots out than D. J. Clue +Now who seeing me? Not a person +Got a personal grudge with these commercial thugs +No studio with me, true +I shine hard and I be flossin' very sweet +But I'm like Iverson dawg, I be ballin' but very street +Keep my name out your yapper, or you gon' have to try to keep my flame out your cappa +I ride around with like two bodies framed on the clapper +The tool cocked for he, do pop for beef, move out for chiefs +Supply two blocks a piece two blocks a piece +My crew watch for cheese and I do stock my cheese + +[Interlude] +Dude, dude, who you know fucking with me man? +Check it, check it + + +[Verse 9] +What up world? This here your people Weezy, holla at the don +Real nigga dude, I promise that to God +When I swallow half the Dom I go loco, stressed, hoping I'm not cursed +Walk around with TECs poking out my shirt +Niggas show off for them hoes, try play hard, with they chest poking out they shirt +Try me and I send shots, leave they chest poking out they shirt +Yes, expect the worst when you fuck with the Squad right +Pull you out your car at a stoplight +Catch you in the waist, make you my height +This shit's not nice, I'll have you chopped twice for a hot price +Or I can take off my ice and hit your block and stop life +Can you see that? +Properly under my seat is where the heat at +Directly in your head is where the bullets meet at +I be that cat who make sure my Sqad ball gracious, 'til the Lord take us +We gon' all get paper, just stay faithful +Cross the gate bitch and we rape you +Ain't nothing sugar nigga we all salt +Fuck y'all and that's y'all fault + +[Interlude] +Holla at us +Man this Sqad shit is real, real biddig +Ooo shit +I ain’t - oh, oh, oh +Check it, check it, check it +Follow me +Listen + +[Verse 10] +Homie I speak for the streets, scream for the ghetto, and holla for my folk +Die for my Sqad, kill for my dough +My attitude is fuck bitches, fuck haters, fuck cops +My real father is a ho, my attitude is fuck pops +I'm living it up in a nice home, riding in trucks, tough drops +And I'm a young nigga, I don't even know how to do the bus stop +But I got my money right +When I hit the club, make it a sunny night +See the fake flossers, bum ballers, is a funny sight +Watching dudes front for these hoes in they Chevy right? +Pull up next to 'em in a 500 bumpin' Betty Wright +Keep my shit spaghetti tight +Playboy put the hood on that +We buy sports cars and put the fuckin' hood on that +My bank got too hot to sit on so I stood on that +Any place, you be careful cause I could own that +Moët and E, I'm good on that +Your bitch looking at me, I should bone that +Y'all niggas know where the fucking don at, holla + +[Interlude] +Holla at me, Weezy Wee, holla at me, Weezy Wee +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Check it, check it, check it + +[Verse 11] +S-Q-A-D S-H-I-T, that's what I represent 'til I die +Muhfucka bust one in your eye +Flip pies, I used to do that shit in like '95 +But I'ma switch it up to '99, 2000, 2001 +I ride cars that's 2000 and fun +You know the motherfucking whip be cruising on shit, 22's +And hoes be losing they mind, boy + +[Interlude] +It's about to come, it's about to come +What y'all want? What y'all want? +Check it, check it +Fee Fee Favorite + +[Verse 12] +Flippin' in a whippa +Peel the top back like a zipper +Skippin' on them chrome dip slippers +Rippin' on the lips of a stripper +If that's your bitch mister don't kiss her +If so you might as well kiss a pistol +Cause all I do is shoot off in her whistler +She finna get my name on her shitter +And I ain't even hit her +My nigga Fat did her, and slid her to the rest of the Squidda +Forget her, another bitch just paged in +Weezy blazing, come through in something amazing +I ball so good I need a sports agent +Look at me and squint your eyes like Asains, what's wrong? +My jewelry's like a white boy, always stoned +I got a big home but I'm always gone +That's why your bath towels is always gone +Hoes I meet nowadays panties always gone +And baby after I fuck I'm always gone + +[Interlude] +I mean I got a wife at home, you know me, holla, ha, holla +Bitch I can't love you +Holla, hahaha +Listen + +[Verse 13] +Homie I go hard, push a whip with no hair on its head +So all I'm feeling is air on my head +With some ho that you might know, she sucking all the air out my head +Meet you close to knock you square out your head +Sip the Cris’ to clear out my head and try to get my loot up +In Cuba with a translator ?? coke newer +Plus the prices is cooler +I come back through the hood with that dirty +And tell 'em I'm like Tiger Woods, all I got is birdies +Got bitches in they 30s calling Weezy poppa +But Weezy not daddy bitch, cause Weezy in and out ya +Weezy never spouse ya, Weezy give shit about ya +And Weezy don't Master Suite, Weezy living room couch ya +How about you be a good bitch, and take these pies I just cooked up +And tape 'em to the pelvis, arm or your thighs +I gets high 'til I can't focus +But a main focus to remain focused, they ain't focused, muhfucka + +[Interlude] +Holla, shit, holla, oh shit, oh shit +Boy, boy, boy +Ok + +[Verse 14] +I spit it for them niggas who run the corner, palm the revolver with honor +Any beefs involving homie, your momma +Homie we swarm out the Eddie Bauer, thoughts to devour +Spark and shower, we get more stupid than Austin Powers +Smell the aroma of marijuana, Coronas when upon us +We do just what the neighborhood have shown us +We murder opponents and don't think about it, forget about it +Niggas won't do shit about it +Wave the pistol, get the bitch up out 'em +I'm off the hinges, chicks on my dick, proper than Cindy Crawford +Any problems I pop the chopper and knock the appendix out him +Hit the block with bricks of powder +What you know 'bout doing that? +And splitting a key with flour, making it two in fact +Dawg I'm all street, if you want Hip-Hop, here's what I give you instead +I'll make you hip out when them fuckin' bullets dig in your leg +Positive niggas talking spooky, y'all ain't scaring nobody +Y'all love Mos Def, I love fucking John Gotti, holla + +[Interlude] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Aight +Listen + +[Verse 15] +I wish that there was no taxes, no cases, no police, and no racists +No rapists, wish they had a 700 Mercedes +Wish my Sqad live happy +I wish my kids grow stronger than me +I wish my momma live longer than me +I wish the cops stay off the corner this week +I wish the gutta, ghetto neighborhood hunger would cease +I wish them niggas who ain't got shit would stop hating on niggas who got shit +And you know I wish for Pun, Biggie, and Pac shit +I wish that I could get high but when I'm high I wish I wouldn't get high +Sometimes I wish I wasn't alive +I wish for Heaven gates to enter +Wish for Lakers' tickets at the Staples Center +My seats, floor me +Wish Chris Childs wouldn't of hit Kobe +When I see Lauren, I wish I knew why my heart burns +Wish 22 inch rims wouldn't rub on sharp turns +I wish these hoes stop lying +I wish these niggas stop lying +Wish dope heads stop using, as if they not dying + +[Interlude] +Fuck it. That's just some shit I wish for, fuck it +Aight. That what you want? +Aight, listen, listen + +[Verse 16] +I wish I ain't have to go on tour to sell records +I wish I ain't have to sell records +Fuck, I wish I ain't have a jail record +Wish every bitch gave head +I wish I could've saved Dad +I wish I make money 'til I'm a dead man +I wish my chain wasn't heavy around my neck +Wish hoes wouldn't suck dick and try to kiss down my neck +Wish I ain't have to get locked up for slapping her to the ground for that +Bitch I wish you wouldn't wanna be down for that +I wish there wasn’t no droughts +I wish there wasn’t no fucking coke ?? +I wish Shyne, Suge, and fuckin’ – oh shit + +[Interlude] +Don’t stop it though +Shit, boy +Fuckin’ D. J. Raj Smoove haha +Listen + +[Verse 17] +Nigga respect Weezy +I leave everyone of you bustas to suffer +Fuck with me I’ll touch any fucker you got love for +The Sqad’s a motha – shut your dicksuckers +Kick up the ruckus, find your mother stuffed in nature + +[Interlude] +Oh I can’t do that one +Ok, ok +What you know about Weezy dawg? +What the fuck y’all know about Weezy? +Holla at me, holla at me, holla at me +Let’s switch it up +Holla at me, Weezy is the muhfuckin’ don +Don’t get it tangled or twisted +Your head will get splitted +Tell the whole world that I did it +You bullshitted +We don’t front; is Sqad shit exactly what you want? +We bring it to your head and your - +Boy, boy, check it + +[Verse 18] +Nigga we peel guns, and homie we fear none +Intentions to kill some, from bitches to children +For real we will come inside of your buildings +With Glocks and M-1s, and pop and then some +Let them 4s blaze +My niggas blows haze +Guzzled Belvedere ever since we heard Jay +Be dying the worst way +Who want it? Your bitch, you +Sqad is the official shit +Pistols spit behind little shit +I get a bad bitch who lick +And keep her posted up on the low +She never cook pork but only cook coke +Die for respect and hope, look beyond I’m a celebrity +Hold minds for ransom, head sold separately +I’m a ape dawg +Trapped in the jungle, can’t escape dawg +But I bet you be the last man standing like a 8-ball +And I ain’t worrying ‘bout ballin’ no more, I’m past that stage +18 years old, I got cash that age + +[Interlude] +Who fuckin’ with me? +I’m 18 years old and I got cash that age, muhfucka +Shit, ok, ok, listen +This how we gon’ do it +S-Q-A-D-S-H-I-T +Ok, yeah, yeah, hahaha +I like that, I like that +Lay low muhfucka + +[Verse 19] +I can’t live forever +And so forever I’ll forever be thuggin’ +And if there’s ever any trouble then the metals be bustin’ +I swear to God, let ‘em be fuckin’ with me and see something +My Sqad ride, I bet we be up on the street to heat somethin’ +We peace nothing cousin, this here is war and we battle +Big guns with deep barrels, bullets leap and leap at you nigga +Bricks go for 10 gs on street value +Patience is fragile, niggas be glad to come smash you +The S Class is casual for the summer +Let me re-deal, I bring out the 64 on three wheels + +[Interlude] +Holla at me dawg, holla at me, holla at me +Nigga we gon’ be here for a long time +‘Cause we done been here for a long time +Now who want it – some problems? +Uhh, uhh, oh shit +I ain’t finished +Check it, check it +I’ma free’ ‘til the bars’ gone, free’ ‘til the bars’ gone +Holla at me + +[Verse 20] +Ready for the track to switch up +Bitch play with me I’ll smack your bitch up +Bitch suck my dick up +‘Til she get the hiccups +*Hiccups*, excuse you ho +Now I got to lose you ho +You know how Sqad dos you ho +Move you through the shit smooth and slow +Now you gotta do the whole clique +You know how to fuckin’ go, suck the whole dick +Catch the whole nut until you never don’t spit +This some freestyle shit until the track gone +Bitch I’ll fuck you ‘til your back gone +I shoot the gun ‘til the Mac gone +Rap on + +[Interlude] +Oh, I’ma rap on +Oh, I’ma rap on +Oh, we gon’ take it back to the streets with this one + +[Verse 21] +17th Ward nigga +My balls thicker, scars and hard liquor +Revolve quicker if I’m involved in war nigga +Fuck the laws and fuck peace +We all live raw +And we duck them boys and run streets +This shit won’t cease +You got a problem when you fuckin’ with Weezy the don nukka +‘Cause this shit that I palm in my arm is going blucka +And I’m young but a wise nigga +But in the meanwhile I’m wild going at it +Fuck it, tryna join my daddy +Automatic weapons, pow +You can call the paramedics now +And if any test the child he stepping on deadly grounds +I’m repping Hollygrove to my fucking grave woa’ +And chase dough, slave hoes, and keep my head low +We can’t let the feds know nothing +We keep it quiet as kept +If someone frontin’ you find him dest + +[Interlude] +I’m sorry +What the fuck is “find him dest”? +I meant, “If someone frontin’ you find his death” +Death +7, S. Q +Holla at us, check it + +[Verse 22] +Pistols burning +Pop the barrel, turning +It got the faggots squirming +We closing any open shop we ain’t concerned in +Coke the size of Sherman Klump we flipped and doubled +And dropped the whip on dubs and dipped in Bubble +Get a bad bitch to hustle and move product +And split them niggas quick as fuck if them dudes try her +Not behind the ho, but only behind the dough +And behind the dough I kill whoever stand behind the door +You ain’t tryna go that route with the Sqad, it’s rough, I promise +We kidnap your mommas and sit our johnsons on her tonsils +We reside inside the S. Q. bombers +And we leave families emotional like Carl Thomas +So stay from ‘round us +And to be honest, ain’t nothing for me to do away with you +I be the same nigga that blow a Tre with you +Then let a K hit you +Fuck you nigga, I ain’t got no love for none of y’all +Make you my underdog, put you under dawg + +[Interlude] +Under dawg, holla +This shit we doing is under dawg +Man, listen + +[Verse 23] +Bitch I’m explosive +All this niggas know this +Weezy, I’m your woadie +Holla, guns is toted +Never fucking loaded +But I keep more E +You know how I do it bitch, I do it for me +I do it for the streets, I do it for my peeps +I do it for Sqad +I do it ‘cause I ride +I do it ‘til I die +I never gets high +I’m always on my toes +I never fuck bitches, I never fuck hoes +But I only gets my dick sucked +That’s because I got a real bitch that’s on my siddide +Down with the Squiddad + +[Interlude] +Oh, oh that my nigga Six Shot +Yeah, bout to run it +Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh +Check it, check it +Listen + +[Verse 24] +I do just what I motherfuckin’ want +I never live with regrets +I speak from the shit that bleed on the left side of my chest +Take heed to the shit that gleam on the left side of my waist +Or take three to the left side of your face +A multiplatinum artist still riding with TECs and 3-8s +A hustler, you can see the crack residue left on them plates +They fucking with me, I’m predicting death on them snakes +I ride in a frenzy +Ride in a Benzy +Fuck it, tryna fire my enemies +Fire a sack, recline back, and feel me +I spit that filthy shit +That gutta, guilty until proven guilty shit, get back at me +Let’s just spit rapidly at chests, you better fucking halt +Or the Glocks with the thunderbolts make you do somersaults + +[Interlude] +Holla at me mothafucke, holla at me +Holla at me muhfucka, holla at me +Holla at me muhfucka, holla at me +That’s my nigga, yeah +Listen, listen + +[Verse 25] +This is for the Sqad I sip Moët with +This is for the Sqad that I pop X with +This is for the Sqad I be in the house of blues with +This is for my Sqad that I usually fools with +This is for Lil’ Jay, this is for Lil’ Yo +This is for Lil’ T-Redd, this is for Fee-Fee though +This is for my nigga Sam, all call him Supa +This is for my nigga Tez, stupid ass nigga + +[Interlude] +Haha holla, holla +I was feeling that one, that was real nice +Was real nice +Ok, ok +Listen + +[Verse 26] +We carry automatic machine objects in jean pockets +And clocks with beams cocked and fuck with me - seeing doctors +The Sqad be in monster trucks with screens and bobbers +Passing green and brown chocolate like John Stockton +Who stopping these lil’ niggas? Nobody, it’s impossible +Find me in a Benz – aqua blue +Rims colossal dude +And right under the seat’s a Glock or two +Don’t make me pop at you +And got two Hawaiian tropical bitches that will swallow you +People ask me “Weezy, why you do it so big?” +I pop my collar, drop the roof off the 6, then shoot up the bridge +Listen, I’ve had loot since a kid +I ain’t just start having dough +As a matter of fact, I started having dough +I’ma be fancy, send some warnings at folks +Be very cautious or them Glock 4s get pointed at throats +I bet he choke + +[Interlude] +What you don’t know? +It’s Weezy the Squiddon squiddy +Get with it +Holla at us +Oh shit, holla at me +Ya, ya, ya +What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy? +What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy? +Fat, I got us +Is you ready? +What these niggas know about that nigga Weezy? +Not a muhfuckin’ thing +They don’t know that I got a muhfucking thing right up inside my pants and I’m ready to make a bitch dance +Holla at me listen + +[Verse 27] +Nigga fuck with me, get washed away +Glocks and revolvers spray +Cats get they corners blazed +Blast with enormous Ks +Understand Weezy be the don and ain’t no fading him +Play with him, shots turn him dome into a stadium +Beef with me and my gun immediately bust repeatedly +Unleash this pop one in your bitch Victoria Secre- +‘Atures creepin’ without the lights on +Doo rag, G Nikes on +Hope the choir sing your ass a nice song +Niggas ain’t tryna collide with the Squiddad +It is not wise +I’m robbing your block with Glock 9s +Pull out, cock, pop moms +Drop bombs +You niggas ????????? +Sqad bitch, ain’t no replacing me +Come to take shit +We be on some money make shit +Simply basic, you hate I put more designs in your head than Anthony Mason +Have you parents in the front emergency room pacing +Crying an waiting for the doctor to come out and say +“Miss your motherfuckin’ son didn’t make it”, holla +*Moans* all y’all better know no disrespecting Weez’ +Come to your fucking street and kill families +Holla at this muhfuckin’ nigga +You know me +And ask your bitch, she blow me +You know I’m in love with Kobe +And Hovi + +[Interlude] +Ok, ok +What they want? +Check it, check it + +[Verse 28] +Nigga it’s pistol play regardless of the matter +I’m a heartless lil’ bastard +Since Rabbit died my life’s been darkened and shattered +Fuck all of you faggots +Regulator, warrior, bandit, gun busta +Spit the cannon make you fall to the canvas muhfucka +It’s Lil’ Weezy in the flesh nigga, Hollygrove candidate +Running with The Sqad scavengers, we on some family shit +Niggas ain’t understanding it but they will in a minute +Or my K peel in a minute, make your head drill to your tennis +I’ma stay trill for the spinach +Tremendous when I’m on that green shit +Menace when I’m on that green shit for that green shit +I’ma a soldier, some Army, Navy, Marine shit +My appearance is ? shit, but I got Korean chips +Fuck with me I blast you idiots +Let the Mac and Semis spit like Pakistinians muhfucka + +[Interlude] +Muhfucka, ok, it’s real time +It’s real time +I know what song next +I fuckin’ know what song next +Check it, check it +"Nigga I crash parties crash-" +Oh I ain’t know that was next +I ain’t know that was next +I really didn’t know that was next +Sorry. I’ma freestyle to it + +[Verse 29] +Ok ain’t no nigga like this nigga Weezy +Ain’t no clique like the Sqiddy Sqeezy +You know how we do it, we dos it easy but we gets loot +And if a muhfucka fuck with us we shoot +We do the things, we do it big, we ride big +And if a muhfucka fuck with us he die quick +I make your momma and your child spit up blood +I make shit come up to your thighs +This the Squad +I don’t fuck with niggas +I only fuck with six niggas +I only fuck with rich niggas +I only fuck with C. M. B. dawg +And they only fuck with Weezy Wee dawg +I’ma freestlyle ‘til the beat’s gone +I’ma freestyle ‘til the cheese gone +I’ma do this shit ‘til I’m gone +And I’ma rhyme on, muhfucka +Here’s my dick, you can climb on + +[Interlude] +Fuck, holla at me, holla at me +Full of that Mo’ +Now I’m full of that dro +Yeah, yeah; what’s next Smoove? +Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit, oh, oh, oh, shit, shit +Check me, check me +Listen + +[Verse 30] +I’m a outlaw +I’m quick on the draw +I’m from the motherfucking graveland 17th Ward +I go hard, these niggas can’t play with me +I got a whole bunch of guns, you can’t spray with me +I spit this shit like a K spit rapidly +I make your fucking family live unhappily +Who the fuck wan’ fuck with Weezy? +They know what I’m fucking ‘bout +They know I run up in they house, gun up in they mouth +I keep it ‘bout it, ‘bout it, not like No Limit +But this fucking shit I roll with ain’t got no gimmicks +This Sqad shit ‘til the motherfucking end you bitch +And I’ll kill your motherfucking best friend you bitch +I put the - +Oh shit, I ain’t ‘bout to finish spittin’ +I ain’t ‘bout to finish ripping it up +I’m about to giving it up to my nigga motherfu - +Oh, oh, we living it up +We doing it real fucking big +We will kill fucking kids +If you ever fuck around with these mill’ fucking ‘ions + +[Interlude] +You get it? Mill’ fuckin’ ‘ions +Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh +What they know about me? Listen +Got some shit coming +Y’all niggas, if you listening to this, sit down and prepare +‘Cause here it come, ok +Let’s do it +Oh shit, oh shit +What you know about that nigga Lil’ Weezy? +Oh shit, oh shit +What you know about me? +Listen + +[Verse 31] +Nigga I crash parties, crash shorties, crash Bacardis, crash Ferraris +Crash authorities, crash sororities, crash quarter kis +Infected with a raw disease, call it H. I. V +That stands for Hoes, Incoming Violence +That’s what I die with +I pop shit, don’t fuck with Sqad shit +We on some mob shit +Some lil’ niggas who seem harmless, but nah bitch +Glocks spit behind anything +Bitch lick anything +‘Cause I got plenty change like Bill Gates’ piggy bank +Got a young pretty thing sitting beside me in the whip +With Limo tints to hide me in the whip +Told mami you can keep your clothes on, I wan’ see where your head at +In other words I don’t wanna fuck, I wan’ see where your head at +You can catch me laid back in the cut with ounces and bundles +Bouncing from hustles, doubt me I’ll fuck you, fuck it +Lounging in bubble +Rocky watch resemble mountains or something +Fronting get your body found behind some mountains or sum’n +Aye, when you fuckin’ with me you fuckin’ with cheese +You fuckin’ with Streets, you fuckin’ with heat +You fuckin’ with Sqad, you fuckin’ for free +You touching your knees +And if you hate, you’ll be lucky to breathe +Now how you like lookin’? +When the double gauge is ???? you get your fuckin’ life token +Despite the business, fuck rap +Picture block on a motorcycle wheeling +But the Glock ain’t right for kidneys +I don’t like you bitches, I hate you hoes +Date you hoes, bust nuts in your facials hoes +Then replace you hoes, that’s the type of shit that makes you hoes +All the women in this nation hoes +Hot since my creation woa’ +Who the fuck want him? +Bitch niggas with no nuts on ‘em +I got pistols with blood on ‘em +Whips with dubs on ‘em +Niggas with chips and drugs on ‘em +Got bitches with hips and tits on ‘em +Lips with dicks on ‘em +Chicks with bricks on ‘em +Chicks with chicks on ‘em +I’m big shit homie, wide body chrome 6 +Get dome while driving home, shit, shit, shit +This shit, Weezy Sqad shit, shit +Some chicks can make a hit the way they tongue twist, shit +Pimp shit, no spit shit, raw shit +A bunch of Lil’ Waynes in your fucking jaw shit + +[Interlude] +Holla at me, I’m still not done +Holla at me, check it, I’m still not done +Nigga holla at me, holla at me +Listen, listen, listen + +[Verse 32] +Don’t get it twisted ‘cause I’m younger than most +I come with the toast +Get it hot like summer was close +I’m hanging out the Hummer with Sos’ +Exploding missile Glock ringing at the front of your door like Jehovah Witness’ +Sober? Forget it +This C. M. B. thing, I’m over committed +The youngest soldier come with it +Cock back, guns put holes in your fitted +Nigga I told you to quit it +I load it with 50 +I blow ‘til it’s empty +The dro and Henny got me lokin’ and limpin’ +Ropin’ up when I drink ‘til I’m over the limit +Hoppin’ out the Rover with Semis +Wildin’ out, go straight to your momma’s house +With a rag on my face with more 9s than dialing out +Now who hating? +Niggas cheapskating, underestimating +The heat take him, put him under extra pavement +Some one week in Jamaica, come back with a accent like - + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Whoo, whoo, fuck it +That’s 10000 bars for y’all bitches +Holla at me +Weezy Wee, Raj Smoove +And that’s the end of that story +One +Shit +Man, man53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boyz 2 Menace[Intro: Gudda Gudda] +Take that shit off at the front +Gudda! Lord +Uh-oh + +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda & (Lil Wayne)] +Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep +No one's defiant as me +I know my worth, so when you pay me +Just know that I am not cheap (I am not cheap) +On the road to riches +Tappin' my horn, so watch for the beep (watch for the beep) +Rippin' this shit to pieces +No, I will not look out for the beat +Started out on the block +Got on my feet and rose to the top +I'm the cleanup man with the mop +50 shots disfigured his top, yes (disfigured) +I come from the city of God (God) +I walk around in the city like God (God) +Made it out and still come back +Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds? +On this mic I am a wizard, but this is not Oz +Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall +I'm sicker than y'all +Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper +I'm buyin' some acres, no time for a neighbor +I'm from New Orleans, yes, I am a gator +I’ll do you a favor, and not do you a favor +'Cause if I do you a favor +And you don't come back with that paper +I'ma have to lay hands on you +Like I'm givin' you prayer +Eastside, we ain't playin' it fair +You ever heard of the tortoise and hare? +I'm switchin' the gear +Started off in the back, bitch +But now I'm winnin', it's clear +Nigga, I'm here +Gudda! +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +For real +(Blows smoke) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I got my married hoes on single drugs +Got my fattest hoes gettin' finger fucked +And my trashiest hoes is clean as fuck +And my nastiest hoes is neat as fuck +Take your shoes off before you walk inside +Take your shoes off before you cross the line +I snoozed off on Father Time +Got my goons to go kidnap Daughter Time +Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it +Got one gun that shoot for seven minutes +I'm done shitting, niggas never spit it +I'm high class, niggas' elementary +Repetition, that's the definition +I'm a Hot Boy under air conditionin' +Shoot the gun with the left arm limpin' +George Jefferson in all seven minutes +Got a hot girl off television +With a very sticky unhairy kitty +In the right position, screamin' "You're consistent" +I sit there and listen like we talkin' business +I don't need her out here filmin' niggas +I'd really rather have her steal from niggas +I really travel like a pilgrim, nigga +Kush loud as Fred screamin' "Wilma!", nigga +I've been takin' time out to count the bands +Break a promise in the promised land +Going zagga zow off of zagga xans +From the middleman to the Macho Man +I've been talkin' shit up in Diddy house +Went to Disneyland, talked to Mickey Mouse +Then I figured out how to figure out +What I was figurin' out, you figure it out +Got a trigger man with an extra hand +My bitches sleep by my bitch's house +So every party is a slumber party +Sky is the limit, head in the clouds +While you runnin' round, I'ma run it up +You dumb it down, I ain't dumb enough +I hit the courtroom and stunk it up +High comin' down, plug comin' up +You gon' hold me down, you gon' hold me up +You don't know me, but you know what's up +And the coke was cut with some extra coke +Showed her more than love, she just shoulder-shrugged +She don't know it's love, it's not important love +As long as we can keep extortin' the plug +Just let him bleed and ignore the blood +Just let him be and ignore the buzz +Pour it up, catch a sugar rush +Chopper full of rust, but it still bust +Bust good as fuck, every bullet struck +Like a hundred holes, got a hole-in-one +Safe full as fuck, money full of dust +And I'm pulling up in that "What the fuck?" +That's a muscle car, got me lookin' buff +If you look enough, you a mussel, punk +That's a Bugatti on steroids +Bugatti on Chevron +All-white like an Altoid +All these rings on, call me Bellboy +From the Teflon to the Kevlar +Don't mean shit when your head off +Make the top dog jump dead off +Then we keep his head for a memoir +I sped off with the head off +Goin' big Bruno on Mars +Sippin' Lone Star, turn a pornstar +To a known star with a phone call +[Bridge] +Hold up; murky, murky water, yeah +Purple, purple rivers, yeah +Floatin' purple ribbons, yeah +I'm cursed, but still religious, damn +I've been poppin' 10s, yeah +'Cause my bitch pop all the 20s, damn +Why you hatin' on the skinnys, damn +I met Satan, he was chillin', hold up + +[Outro] +Murky, murky water +Purple, purple rivers +Floatin' purple ribbons +I'm cursed but still religious +Damn +Take your clothes off bitch +Call your road dog, bitch +I feel like O-Dog, bitch +Boyz 2 Menace8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Preach[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +With my first hundred Gs bought my mom a house +Bitch, don’t try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth +Watch these snitches, man, these rats think they Mighty Mouse +In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount +Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping +Car parked by itself, robot stunting +And it’s voice activated, I just tell it something +I ain’t even gotta press a button +Viper with the rally stripes, I don’t eat no Rally’s +I don’t eat my words, nigga, I don’t eat no salad +I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my palate +Never seen my car before, it’s like a unicorn in traffic +Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare, go Hamlet +You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic +Please don’t worry, Nancy, all my weed is organic +If my children end up smoking +I'll whip they ass if they don’t pass it +Hold up, I just got a package +I let my bitch test it, with flying colors, passed it +Burning money fast like fire on the plastic +You dead man walking throw some tires on your casket +They say niggas in wheelchairs is half dead as it is +I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier +Boy, I think your whole clique’s Summer’s Eve, Massengill +Monastat 7, Vagisil +And my name don’t need no adjectives +And my flow don’t need no ad-libs +The boot, the battlefield +Flag red, like I’m Russian, call me Vladimir +Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears +These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles +My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills, for reals +I’m sorry if you hate you, and I’m sorry for the wait, too +[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] +Boom – It’s my shot like Biloxi +Even my shadow don’t trust me +Big dog in this shit, like a Husky +285, 20 pounds of musty +Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear +He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there +In a two-seater, pull up popping 2Pac +Didn’t have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock +Eat so much Benihana's I need nunchucks +You just a old nigga always saying, "Big bruh" +You a bad bitch always saying, "Big Daddy" +You a real nigga talking ‘bout you want a selfie +Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in +And my role model was a kingpin +I say, "Let’s work," he say, "Let’s work" +Let your next work be your best work + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +And it’s that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +And I’m so sorry for the wait, too +From New Orleans to the A, TRU +You test my homies, we ace you +Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits +I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view +She took some shots til she shot down a grey goose +Ooh, this that Sorry 4 The Wait Deuce28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Good (IANAHB2)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm so fucking awesome - my marbles, I lost 'em +I'm taking everything - everything but precaution +Your bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin +Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous +I've been on my feet since the day I started walking +Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin +Sell coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction +Bullets got a nigga running fast enough to race horses +Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em +Kill your ass and leave you behind like an orphan +I swear it happens all the time, very often +Still getting baseball money; Barry Larkin +Around here we play for keeps, yeah, we eating, but we starving +I get me a little money, try to spread it margarine +I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered +Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer, I'm good + +[Verse 2: Meek Mill] +I say I go into my beastmode - rapping niggas, I eat those +I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend them knees like a freethrow +I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes +In my bedroom I make a movie, it's starring me with that Lee Rose +Cause I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet +Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit +Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind +I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on their nine +Look at that bad bitch right there, see that body on that dime +I ain't swimming in no ho, you know I'm probably on that grind +All these niggas hating on me, me, but I ain't on that time, time +Cause I be in the back, nigga, and I ain't talking about swine +I'm talking 62 West, they say a nigga too fresh +You a rat, your homie singing y'all should do a duet +Shawty told me she loving my swag, I make that pussy too wet +You niggas banned, and my hoes and I'm like why they'd do that? Go +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Uhm, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters +They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense +Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing +Bitch, deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer Bobby Johnson +I'll olly over that bitch head, it's Hollygrove til I'm fucking dead +I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with me I'll treat you like butterbread +But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't shit, bitch, go to Mars +Leave a nigga dead in the gutter +I'll just beat him with a bloody ass bowlingball +I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it +Two xanax', I'm fantasizing about fat bitches' panty sizes +Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it +Stop acting like a little bitch nigga, most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas +I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger +My hair long, my dick bigger +My hair long, my dick bigger +My hair long, my dick bigger +My money longer, my weed stronger +I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee +I pull that freedom of my waist, now watch me let freedom ring, ding10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thinking Bout You[Intro] +Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on the set +With the fully-automatic Tec +Thinking 'bout you girl +I was working my juug girl +But I was still thinking 'bout you + +[Verse 1] +Uhh, bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay +Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today +I say bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay +Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today +But I got one I really fuck with +She makes my heart skip a beat +She dropped her drum stick +Sometimes we fuck forever, sometimes I cum quick +I eat that pussy 'cause it's sweet, as sweet as one-six +Sixteen bullets in a clip, but more than one clip +Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced +I got strawberry cocaine as sweet as Fun Dip +You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch +I love my young bitch +'Cause she don't give me drama +You don't want no drama +My goons waitin' for you, to snap +Like some photo bombers +Yeah we leave a nigga flat +We leave 'em horizontal +And then my lawyer tell your honor +On that morning, I was – +[Chorus] +Chilling on the set +With the fully automatic Tec +Thinking 'bout you girl +I was working my juug girl +But I was still thinking 'bout you girl +Yeah, I was chilling on the set +With the fully automatic Tec +Thinking 'bout you girl +I was working my juug girl +But I was still thinking 'bout you + +[Bridge] +It go U-N-L-V +It go, it go U-N-L-V +It go U-N-L-V, U-N-L-V +Uptown Nigga Living Violent +Do I smell beef? + +[Verse 2] +I was chilling on the corner about to get fucked up +My nigga T got a 40, and he brought two cups +That nigga Mack was chillin', Po was home talkin' on the phone +Lord, it's been such a good-year we need some Armor All +That nigga Hoody on the set, he got his hoodie on +Euro the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms +Wayne Chong, chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam +Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long +Lord, I know I do my thing, can’t let my thing do me +Lord, I know I ain’t a Saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis +Lord, just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees +Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me +Fuck your degree, this murder in the first degree +I got that Tec under my arm like Right Guard, Sure, Degree +Lord, sometimes I just be so gone I be like "Earth to me?" +I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I served a fiend +While I was +[Chorus] +Chilling on the set +With a fully automatic Tec +I was thinking 'bout you girl +I was working my juug girl +But I was still thinking 'bout you girl +Yeah I was chilling on the set +With a fully automatic Tec +Thinking 'bout you girl +I was working my juug girl +But I was still thinking 'bout you, girl + +[Outro] +Yeah +Thinking 'bout you girl +Working my juug girl +Still thinking 'bout you girl +Chilling on the set +With the fully automatic Tec +Thinking 'bout you girl +Working my juug girl +I was still thinking 'bout you19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Takin’ Over (Remix)[Intro] +Yessir! +It's me +The rapper eater, haha! +Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! +No homo +Ahaha +Yeah! + +[Verse] +One time for me, one time for the DJ +He be Khaled, I be Lil Weezy— +Baby, if you ask me, if you're nasty +Creative, gifted bastard, spit sporadic +I'm so diplomatic, democratic +Touch it, bring it, push it—systematic +Damn right, I kissed my daddy +I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is +And I'm his kid—I stunt with my daddy +Call Miss Lee, she with my daddy +So diss me and don't diss my daddy +'Cause who was there when no one wasn't? Just my daddy +Who was there when I needed money? Just my daddy +So who be there when I see the money? Just my daddy +Who said that I'd be the one? Just my daddy +Hello, hip-hop; I'm home—it's your daddy +When I say "deez," I don't mean the Caddy +I mean "deez nuts," Akons and Khaled +Rick Ross, Tip, Stunna and Fat Joe +And I ca-ca-can't forget Brisco +And yeah, I done squashed the bullshit with Zoe +It's a bakery here, just tryin' to get dough +Shout to my dreads, my Haitians and chicos +You looking for me, ho? I'm in the 3-0— +5, I'm the best rapper alive +Homeboy got a mind that a map wouldn't find +Homeboy got a nine that a cop wouldn't find +But I could get to it even if I was blind +Like a scary movie, they screaming when I rhyme +I'm a king—you can ask Stephen if I'm lying +I'm a Prince, too demanding like my mom +Too bold, too cold like wet salam— +Mi, me, it's all about me +If the girl got a voice, then she talk about me, me! +He say, she say, I say me +We'll be in the M-I-A-mi +With me, and T, and Big Ronnie +And the homie Streets prob'ly somewhere on the beach +And Tez and E prob'ly somewhere in the Jeep +And Marl' in the Phantom with Mr. G +And me! Me! It's all about me! +Play with me and it's all-out beef +Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet! +Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets! +Yikes! Yeeks! Great Scott— +Storch, can I borrow your yacht? +Watch me and my clique go all-out +Like the ball in the stands, we balls out, ugh! +Boy, I don't know what y'all 'bout +But I just spit like a dog mouth +Pink ice, just looking like a hog mouth +Vroom! I had to bring the hog out +Light them trees, bring a log out +Every day Christmas, I'm eggnogged out +And hip-hop is my new-bought house +My flow just grew legs and walked out—bye12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +White Girl[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +Please have my money on time +Please have my money on time, boy +'Cause my niggas run in salons +Just to shoot up baby moms, boy +Trap house jump out the gym +Trap house jump like LeBron, yeah +It's twenty-two five for the B +Eleven five for the Solange, yeah +Call a sixteen Montana, a eight a Steve Young +And a four a Brett Favre +My plug name is Hector +But back in his country, they call him Héctòr +She strip every day but Sunday +'Cause she still make time for the Lord +Got a red dot on top of your head +Like I got your ass on record +"Tune, don't be so cruel" +"Tune, don't be so rude" +Nah, fuck that +Fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes +Hey, by the gavel or the gun, nigga +I be creepin' like the shadow and the sun, nigga +Be more careful how you pick and choose your words, boy +'Cause I'll have you playin' scrabble with your tongue, nigga +Ooh, I'm Mick Jagger as a young nigga +Woo, pourin' Pink Panther in the punch, nigga +Think faster than these dumb niggas +We serial killers, you can get your Captain Crunch, nigga +Hey, it's Lil Wayne, nigga +I been the shit since Lil Zane, nigga, uh +Tell the cops I ain't no name giver +Icicles on my fingers from cocaine blizzards +Ayy, it's Lil Wayne, nigga, uh +I'm in the building, 'bout to hang pictures +Woo, I'm the ruler, it's a game of inches +Tryna make a mill' and make a meal in the same kitchen +Hey +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Please have my money on time +Please have my money on time, boy +'Cause all of my niggas ex-cons +And we'll go right back like that's fine, boy +Please have my money on time +Please have my money on time, look +It's twenty-two five for the B +Eleven five for the Solange, yeah +Please back it up one more time, girl +You act shady and I'ma put this dick +Where the sun don't shine, girl + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Jeezy & Both] +Girl (Girl), I got that white girl (Woo), girl (Girl, yeah) +Girl (Woo), I got that white (Girl) girl (Yeah) +I got that white (Wassup?) +That blonde hair, blue eyes (Yeah; eyes) +I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy (Hurry up and buy, nigga) +Hurry up and buy (Ah) + +[Verse 2: Jeezy] +Woo, cocaine Mulsanne (Skrrt) +Blowin' Backwoods while I switch lanes (Ayy) +Four clips, two thangs +Pardon me, I'm bout to switch chains (Wassup?) +Bag full of rocks, I'm a rockstar (Rockstar) +Bought my first block, I'm a block-star (Woo) +I done owned everything on the road, nigga (Road, nigga) +Only thing I ain't drove is a cop car (Ah) +Mr. All Black, yeah, he's back (Back) +And you know the flow hard, nigga, cooked crack (Woo) +You mean the flow hard like cooked crack? (Crack) +Damn right, 'cause I used to cook crack (Yeah) +Hey, fourty-six for the twenty-eight (Eight) +Fourteen for the eighteen ('Teen) +See them hitters in that black van (Woo) +Gold chains and a chopper like the A-Team +Nowadays, everybody got a plug, nigga (Plug, nigga) +You know hoes say Julio (Julio) +Only bird that your flippin', nigga +Is the ones in the studio (Haha) +Designated driver, nigga (Woo) +Damn right, boy, them units got a chauffeur (Chauffeur) +I can't sleep without it, nigga (Hey) +Damn right, got a chopper by the sofa (Hey) +Look at me whippin', I'm confident, cocky (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) +If this was a category, I would be Rocky +Say you lookin' for that comeback, look no further (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Shit comin' back tan, that's that coco butter (Haha) +Them tens, them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds +Lost a bag on the road, I was sick to my stomach (Damn) +That Britney, that Iggy Azalea, I tell ya +Intercepting the pack, hey, so I'll never mail ya (Hey) +I'm gone +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne with Jeezy] +Please have my money on time +Please have my money on time, boy +'Cause all of my niggas ex-cons +And we'll go right back like that's fine, boy +Please have my money on time +Please have my money on time, look +It's twenty-two five for the B +Eleven five for the Solange, yeah +Please back it up one more time, girl +You act shady and I'ma put this dick +Where the Sun don't shine, girl + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Girl, I got that white girl, girl +Girl, I got that white girl +I got that white +That blonde hair, blue eyes +I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy +Hurry up and buy26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wish You Would (Dedication 4)[Verse 1] +I'm looking up at heaven, hoping my niggas made it +While I'm tryna get them demons, out of my demonstration +I'm like fucking right I'm flexing on these pancake ass niggas +These niggas must be nuts, I castrate these niggas (pause) +Then she stuck out her tongue +Well since you act like a dog I'mma fuck you like one +I got this Tec in my draws, and I murder for fun +Man all these niggas the same, it's like we watching re-runs +And I am salt in the wound, I am soap in ya eye +These bitches thinkin' they fly, I tell em' roaches can fly +Even at my low bitch I'm high, I'm tryna stay focused I'm fine +But if I crack one of these niggas like a glow stick he shine +But it's Trukfit: skate or die, them bitches wasting my time +And when they ask me where I'm from I say the Great State of Mind +OK that loud got me stanky, that lean got me cranky +They tell me think it over over and I end up over-thinking, agh! + +[Bridge] +Cause I don't know how fake feel nigga +Cause all my life I've been a real nigga +Yeah all my life I've been a real nigga +Kidnap yo wife, fuck her and still kill her +Yeah and I don't wanna take pills nigga +But it's either that or take chances nigga +Run up on you, click-clack: pay yo taxes nigga +We bout that action, these niggas action figures +[Verse 2] +Uhh, Young Money on another level +I like her pussy tighter than my fucking schedule +Man I love hitting yo bitch, like a Lucky Seven +I'm running this shit, you niggas running errands +Money ain't shit to me +I smoke all these niggas, call it Niggatine +Yellowbone pussy, uh lemon squeeze +I ain't too proud to beg, so nigga please +Fake ass, bitch ass +You faker than yo bitch ass +Weed good, bitch bad +Fat mouth, slim chance +I see you niggas hatin', with ya hatin' ass +I'm just lightin' up, like laser tag +Chopper clips is too long, send you back to where you came from +Yeah, pussy niggas get banged up, I wish you would give a name up +I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga +They find yo motherfucking body in the woods nigga +We on that good nigga, we ain't no G.O.O.D niggas +You niggas stand under me, understood nigga? +D41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Admit It[Chorus: SNL] +I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap +With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back +Got something for them niggas that react +I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Woah +She say, "I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute +I saw some pictures of you boo'd up, it looks like you're starting to like 'em skinny" +I say "Girl, you a trip," she say "I might be a trip, but I ain't trippin'" +She say "Watch these hoes, 'cause they leeches like Robin" I say, "No, Robin Givens" +She was sittin' on my lap and you know a nigga strapped, I know she feel it +It's crazy out here, I'm just protecting myself, you know I'm winnin' +She say "I get it, and if anything was to happen to you, I'd be livid" +"You ain't gotta worry 'bout that, I'll kill a pussy nigga, put his head on exhibit" +Come up missing, think they caught a big fish 'til his body come up drippin' +I treat her legs like like a grand opening, smiling while I cut the ribbon +I took a pill, she took a pill, we was chilling, 20 minutes, now we feel it +She say "I know you probably hear this shit a lot, but you the shit in my opinion" +I said, "It never gets old, thought I'd never say never, but I did it +She say "Who you kidding, boy? You like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties" +I admit it, big booty, big titties; I admit it + +[Chorusk: SNL] +I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap +With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back +Got something for them niggas that react +I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +I like my girls BBW +The type that wanna suck you dry +Then eat some lunch with you +She 'bout that foolishness, 'bout that trouble, too +Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable + +[Bridge: SNL & Lil Wayne] +Okay, I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute +Saw a flick of you boo'd up, boy, you never liked em skinny +You tell me I'm a trip, well, I might be a trip, but I ain't trippin' +I'm just sayin' +Boy, this here will keep you warm at night +Feed you good before you catch a flight +Stop actin' like you ain't got no type +Who you kiddin'? +I admit it, I admit it + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +But I got these guns on me right now +I got these drugs on me right now +I got the Feds on me right now +I got two buyers, want it right now +She took her clothes off and I stopped +Looked at my watch, like "Fuck it, why not?" +Guess I could fuck her once then I'm out +Fucked so many times a nigga lost count, Lord +She say, "I know you thought that you was about to get a quick fix, hit it, quit it +But you know you ain't been with a good, thick bitch in a minute" +I say, "You ain’t never lying; thought I’d never say never, but I did it" +She said "Speaking of a line, are you finished? All we need is a witness" +"Girl you trippin', young nigga still livin'" +She said, "Who you kidding, boy? you like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties" +I admit it, I like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties; I admit it +[Chorus: SNL] +I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap +With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back +Got something for them niggas that react +I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back + +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +I like my girls BBW +The type that wanna suck you dry +Then eat some lunch with you +She 'bout that foolishness, 'bout that trouble, too +Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Magic (Dedication 4)[Verse 1: Flow] +Ah.. Pop another percocet +My flow is retarded, I think I got a birth defect +Highway to heaven Bow! Where the fuck the chauffeur at? +These niggas softer than the pillows on my sofa set +I'm fighting myself cause I don't see no competition +I don't write, I draw that pistol make your face a composition +So please walk away before we stomp your ass +Everyday is halloween and you can get your pumpkin smashed +The ones you think your friends is really your haters +So just do me a favor.. and don't do me no favor +All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple +I put this together, I could've been a construction worker +Niggas looking funny, well I'm just getting blunted +And everybody's wondering if I'm really with Young Money +Well is a pig's pussy pork? Do bears be shittin' +In the woods and wipe they ass with a rabbit when they finish? +Turn my swagger super mean but my bitches bad too +And my flag bright red but Lortab blue, Oop! +Isn't it ironic I tell Tunechi pass the chronic +Purple syrup, yellow Fanta, you can call it Magic Johnson + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Gone off the shrooms, I'm stoned like tomb +Bitch, I do what I do like the groom +Looking death in the eyes, kissing fear on the lips +I'm so faded my nigga I'm 'bout to disappear in this bitch +Like poof, there go my roof +Pow, there go my hammer +Come around here stuntin', get jacked like O'Lantern +Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches +If the best things in life are free then why the fuck we pay attention? +Uh, pockets on nine-months, I go dumber than a dunce +Too many pills, too many blunts +Two bitches named such-and-such +It's Young Money we out chea, we turnt up 'bout that life +My pockets fat like Jack Black - If I go broke, I'mma jack whites +My bitch bad as fuck nigga, my goons 'bout that trigger play +Murk one of these soft niggas, now I'm in court for a pillow case +This is the magic show but Tune ain't no trick ho +Fuck niggas no Chris Stokes, it's me, Flow, D4 +Fishtailing out the parking lot like salmon +She swallowed all my kids, bitch we could of had a family +The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish +Smoke fire, spit fire +Puff the magic dragon +Tunechi! +D4 ho +Future fuck with me!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Banned[Intro] +Ugh +Arms + +[Verse] +Ayo, it’s Weezy Motherfucking, easy with the hating +Bitch, I’m in the building, you just decorating +I’m just detonatin', then I get blatant +More dangerous than Internet dating +Scoob got the cameras on, so I gotta show off +I'll put your sister on, I'll knock your bro off +Weezy spit snowballs, catch it in your face bitch +Good-Game Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith +Cook 'caine game flow, dope in the vein flow +I only be smoking the purple out the rainbow +Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o +And if you stay with him, then y’all in the same boat +Deep-Water Carter, fishing for a dollar +You can join the salad, I’m splitting your tom-a-ta +Ball 'cause I gotta, you’ll love me in the morning +I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming +She love to rock my mic, she say there's nothing like performing +Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman +Forewarning: Young Money’s armed +And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn +Yeah! Take that to the bank with you +I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures +Smoke weed, talk shit like Lane Kiffin +Whole country in recession, but Wayne different +Huh, and I’m a Maybach rider +Haven’t drove it one time, I got a cool, Black driver +Can't walk around with guns, I got a dude that got 'em +Don’t worry if I'm shooting 'long as you don't get shot (Arms) +And I'm a beast, I'm a pit bull +I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled +I—I'm a beast, I'm a big bull +I got my money right, I got my clip full +Yeah, it’s, like, seven in the morning, nigga +I’m up for whoever the opponent, nigga +Stop the track—let me relish in the moment, nigga +Now, bring that motherfucker back, 'cause I’m zoning, nigga +I go hard like Rafael Nadal +And if the bitches worth having, then I bet we have 'em all +And man, I'm so high, it's like an everlasting fall +And I’m charging these hoes like women basketball +Ugh! I bet that chopper get his mind right +Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite +Superhero car, like I crime-fight +I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice +Ugh, T-Streets still roll with me +Still sticking to the script, like Nicole Kidman +Need the man hit? We are those hitmen +He stopped running; the bullet holes didn’t +Ugh, basically, I’m still a monster +'Til the fat lady sing—I come to kill a opera +Y'all too plain, I'm a helicopter +My words keep going, like a teleprompter +I’m a asshole—wipe me down, bitch +I get big checks—Niketown, bitch +Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit +And the flag red, like clown lips (Arms) +Ugh, T, I can't stop goin' +Drop my best shit, like the Cowboys dropped Owens +I’m the best to ever do it, motherfucker, I know it +No Ceilings, Goddammit, now the fucking sky showing, ugh! +[Outro] +Hahahahaha!16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hands Up[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Let's get fucked up +On the road to riches +You're just a speed bump +Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up +We smoke a tree down til it's just a tree stump +That Eastside nigga, bang on you bitches +I'm going at your neck, strangle you bitches +Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches +And I stay burned out like a bad transmission +I'm on, like the lights I light up +The kush, knock out, Tyson fight +I'm talking about ass and titties, Sex and the City +Weezy F Baby and the 'F' is for "forget it" +I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine +Up in some fine dime, then she give me Einstein +Young Money motherfucker, yeah we picked a fine time +I'm a 17 nigga. Bitch, I don't mind dying, man +I just ended up on every bitch's sex list +Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin' deathwish +Thugga in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas +Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga +Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga +Let Nina bust in your face like a porn star nigga +Yeah I keep a Brian Pumper, no homo +The shit I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo +Man, I told Mack I was gonna do it +Above the law, but under the influence +Man, I was on the skateboard, kick push swagger +Got my girl to the room, got behind her like a shadow +I had her ass up in the air +I swear I got, I swear I got the largest clip in the world +Right here in my gat +And I wish a nigga play +I'mma bust a nigga ass +Hate Young Money? Then fuck you in the ass +187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gonna ball +Til we fall and this fuck all y'all +Gonna ball til we fall and this fuck all y'all +We straight, sorry for the wait4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blackin’ Out[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Six shit +Ayy, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah +Six, nigga, Dedication 6, nigga +Six, nigga, six, nigga, Dedication 6, nigga +Six, nigga, sick nigga, sick, six shit, nigga + +[Verse 1: Euro & Lil Wayne] +I hear y'all new shit and I cringe (I cringe) +Your girlfriend likes me and my friends (My friends) +If we hit it, that oui is not French (Not French) +I'm anti-social, pardon my tints (My tints) +We left E11even, at 11 AM (Yeah) +Raw papers full of peace, cups full of mayhem (Yeah) +We all wavy, I'm just sort of on a different wavelength (Yeah) +See, they more like superstars, I'm more like Super Saiyans (Woo) +Being the greatest ever is my destiny still (Okay) +Since a child, I focused on my Kelly, Bey, and Michelle (Okay) +Sitting back, getting head from a mademoiselle (Okay) +Tryin' to put every ghetto kid with a dream in my will (Amen) +Dedicated to you for the sixth time +Killed it on the fifth one, now they say I'm big-time +While them niggas skipped lunch, I learned how to skip lines +I learned how to kick, punch, power through to get mines +Used to fuck with Sega (Yuh), my uncle had a pager (Chirp!) +I knew this drug kingpin that tried to run for Mayor (Skrrt!) +Posted on the back blocks, talkin' player-player +If she bad then I upgrade her, get her unlimited data (Blrrp!) +They tryin' to build a wall, man, my dogs gon' hate that shit +And build underground railroads so the Maybachs fit, yeah +We in the game, but we don't play that shit +Cover your soul before they take that shit—Young! +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Right nigga, wrong nigga, dope nigga, ill nigga +Rich nigga, Polo nigga, house bigger, bills bigger +Sick nigga, Hill nigga, lit nigga, chill nigga +Racks nigga, real bigger, Shaq-bigger, lil nigga +Facts nigga, trill nigga, tax nigga, still, nigga +Coke-on-coke, nigga—slopes, niggas, hills, nigga +Joke, nigga? Nope, nigga, clip bigger, quick trigger +Thick strippers, I ain't into stick figures, mixed signals +O.J. with the brick, nigga runnin' through the white +Nigga, O.J. on my wrist, nigga, that's Sunny Delight +Nigga, diamonds in my teeth, shining like some pearly whites +Nigga straight from New Orleans, like a plate of dirty rice +Nigga bought a lot of art, and I brought a lot to snort, hey +Beat around the bush right after we beat the court case +Talking 'bout a war, that's a convo at the bar, wait +Drugs in the Broncos, start the motherfuckin' horse race +I take off from Earth and take your bitch up into MySpace +I tell her, keep her mouth shut; if not, I got some Scotch tape +Got to keep the lock safe, referring to the Safelock +The shelves fall, the ground shake, it make you do the James Brown +I still wear the same crown, light-skin or light-brown +I still dick her right down, hit her with the pipe bomb +Some niggas like to fight crime, some niggas like to fight fair +Some niggas got the right time; you ask him, he say, "Time'll tell" +Some niggas think they're icons, some bitches think that I care +Some niggas got a iPhone, some niggas had a SkyTel +Some niggas really pythons, I'm watching out for myself +Tattoos, black skin, red eyes, blonde hair +Lyin' there, lookin' like "Aww, yeah", lawn chair +Jumped right off the Con-Air and landed on a timeshare +I wear Versace eyewear, feelin' like top shelf +Cool as two Ls and Rock Bells, hot as Scottsdale +Bombshell, ugh +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Blackin' out, blackin' out +We on the drugs, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out +All the guns, black it out, black it out, black-black-black it out +On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, yo +Bow! Yeah, blackin' out, blackin' out +We on the drugs, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out, blackin' out +All the guns, black it out, black it out, black-black-black it out +On the run, actin' out, actin' out, actin' out, yuh +That's some sick shit13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Jumpman[Intro] +T! +Where Hoody at? +No Ceilings + +[Verse 1] +Woo, one xan, one xan, one xan, lord, I'm tryna cut back +Hold up, hold up, where my cup at? My bitch got that comeback +Woo, real one from the jump, man, I'm killing the Jumpman +I ain't got no ceilings, no need to look up, man (uh-uh) +AK, AK, AK, street-sweeper, no dustpan (bap-bap) +Been a stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam (bap-bap) +Stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam +On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man +Yeah, this one for the duff-bag +Yeah, this for where I'm from at +Yeah, my goons break in your house like BruhMan +Yeah; click-clack +Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam +Shh... silence on the gun, I go Silence of the Lamb +Ooh I'm up man, up man, them Viagras got me up, man +And we pull up, man up and dump and dump and dump then scrrram +Screech! The harder I fall, the farther I reach +The water might fall, but life is a beach +When my number’s called, I get out my seat +When my niggas ball, I give em my speech +You might hit a wall, or end up like me +You might have to crawl, but get up like me +And you bite before bark, never I before we +And you pray before eating and you lay with your heat +And you stay with your heat and you lay on your mink +Bitches lay at your feet and you play with your kids +You don’t play with these niggas, don’t play on these streets +I don’t play on these beats, I don’t play bout my money +You heard what I say, no replay, no repeat +Don’t be playing with me, don’t be playing with we +I don’t play with no Wii, I’m OK, I’m OG +I’m O.J. on these beats, I OD on these beats +I'm M-O-B-B-B-B on these streets +Say what you say, you don’t be on these streets +Cause if we see you, it’s on S-I-G-H-T +Belie'e that, Tunechi +[Verse 2] +One xan, one xan, one xan, all I need is one xan +Knock me out like punch bag, got me slump like humpback (gone) +Muddy-muddy-muddy, I just drunk a mud bath +Muddy-muddy-muddy, I need me some mud flaps (sippin) +Real one from the jump, man, real one from the jump, man (real one) +On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man (ayy) +Money long, I got that money tall like Kazam (Shaq) +I just popped a combo, ain’t talkin' McDonald’s (medicine) +I just popped a bottle, ain’t talkin' no liquor (medicine) +I’m talking Actavis, I’m talking to the sippers (pour up) +I’m talkin to a stripper, she gon let me pimp her +You talkin to the police, so that’s who you tippin'? +Ohhh, that’s a no-no, that’s a no-no, ohhh +Had coke since Polo and Girbauds (yeah!) +Had coke since Arsenio +White girl, Marilyn Monroes, Demi Moore +I’m in LA with my skinny hoes +But their faces look like centerfolds +I've been taking all these chemicals, damn +Now they faces aren’t identical, damn +Watch these niggas turning into hoes, bop-bop +Watch me turn a nigga into smoke, bop-bop +Watch me turn a million into four, voilà +Watch me turn Miami to N.O., uh-huh +Watch me turn the sand to some snow, uh-huh +In a Phantom with Chinchilla floors, drop-top +Hit Atlanta like Gorilla Zoe +Holla at my baby mamas, I love them the most +Shout out Lauren on the West, she playin' her role (Boogie!) +Literally, on the set, she playin' a role (Boogie!) +Niggas really rep the set, we stay in our mode (turned up) +Spiritually I’m just blessed, I pray for my hoes (amen) +Tunechi hoppin off the jet, G open my door (thank you) +Spittin since Das EFX, my flow in control (skibbidy) +Pimpin since Das EFX, my ho in control (pimpin) +And I just popped a combo, ain’t talkin McDonald’s +Niggas hear that click-clack, ooh-ooh +I know I'mma get my shit back, ooh-ooh +We aiming this thing at your body +We aiming this thing at your nose +Hollow tip bullets, blue tip bullets +Well, you’re gonna get shot with them both21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shit Stains[Intro] +David Banner +David Banner +David— David— David— David Banner +Tunechih, ugh + +[Verse 1] +Walked in the bank like my shit don't stink (Ugh) +Bitch I'm from New Orleans, everybody ain't saints (Ugh) +Pockets never empty, Weezy F., full tank (Yeah) +Try to check me and I'ma leave that check blank (One) +Tongue-kiss that pussy, make that woman have convulsions +I'm in this bitch throwin' up Blood, like a ulcer (Suu whoop) +Real nigga like a motherfuckin' slave (Yeah) +I R-I-P these niggas, like a page +Umm, hello, how you doin', sir? +Dr. Carter, M.D., that's mur-der (Whoa) +Bitches ain't shit (Nope), and niggas ain't neither +Bad bitches, I get at you like "sinus" (God bless you) +These niggas is fake like a bosom (Yup) +And everybody's on edge 'til you push 'em +Haha, but the pleasure's all mine +'Cause on my watch, I'm the greatest of all time +Tunechi! + +[Chorus] +And I don't know how fake feel, nigga +'Cause all my life, I been a real nigga +All my life, I been a real nigga +Don't fuck up my night, I'm like: +"What's poppin'? What's your friend name? +What y'all drinkin' on? Come get a oil change" +I brung my AK, I'm on my "A" game +Bitch, I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains, ho! (Haha!) +[Verse 2] +I'm a asshole (Yup), but I don't give a shit (Nope) +Like a hard dick, I'm in this bitch (Ugh) +I'm sharp, I'm cold: icepick (Ugh) +Top off the Maybach: nice tits (Whoa) +I'm from Hollygrove (Yeah), I used to hang with 'El ('El) +I make them bitches (*gasp*), they waitin' to exhale (Yeah) +I'm on some gangsta shit (Yeah), knock your head off (Yeah) +Bark up my tree, that's a dead dog (Ugh) +Where them hoes at? ("Right there") +Tell 'em I say, "What's up?" (What's up?) +I like a shaved pussy, no razor bumps (Okay) +I got that paper, bitch—come get a paper cut +Don't gamble in that pussy—not even lady Luck's (Amen) +I make 'em straighten up and fly right (Ugh) +When life hands you lemons, find the limelight (Haha) +Yeah, and the pleasure's all mine +'Cause on my watch, I'm the greatest of all time +Tunechi! + +[Chorus] +And I don't know how fake feel, nigga (Nigga) +'Cause all my life, I been a real nigga (Real nigga) +Yeah, all my life, I been a real nigga +Don't fuck up my night, I'm like: +"What's poppin'? What's your friend name?" (Ugh) +"What y'all drinkin' on?" (Ugh) "Come get a oil change" +I brung my AK (Bow!), I'm on my "A" game +Bitch I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains, ho! +[Break] +Ah-ah-ahem! + +[Verse 3] +Ugh, I like my alcohol straight, bitch +I can't stop stuntin', I need my brakes fixed +Yeah, I'm on that shit like a fucking maggot +On the road to riches; you niggas stuck in traffic +Stomp a nigga out, keep the party going +Kick them hoes out if them hoes annoying +But if they friends bad, then them hoes could join +I'm 'bout to shoot a porn; I'm castin': broken arm +Got money on my mind, pussy on my agenda +I beat that pink pussy magenta, fuck bein' gentle +Man, I'm hard; these niggas is simple, gun to your temple +I smoke 'til I look Oriental, high as a window +And I broke these niggas like pencils +Unaccidental—bitch, I meant to +Dick in her dimples; lick it, I tremble +I swear, this shit is mental, fuck it, my rent due +I school your ass and suspend you, you bitch, you! +It's Tunechi! + +[Chorus] +And I don't know how fake feel, nigga +'Cause all my life I been a real nigga (Real nigga) +Yeah, all my life I've been a real nigga (Real nigga) +Don't fuck up my night, I'm like: +"What's poppin'?" (What's poppin'?) +"What's your friend name?" (What's happenin'?) +"What y'all drinkin' on?" (What's poppin'?) +"Come get a oil change" (What's happenin'?) +I brung my AK (Bah!) I'm on my "A" game (Bah!) +Bitch, I'm a a-hole (Bah!), leavin' shit stains (Bah!), ho! +[Outro] +Bah! +Haha! +Young Mula, baby!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Hills[Verse 1] +Your man on the low talkin' to po-po +I just poured a 4, I'm moving slow-mo +You just tryna get me out my Polo +The sex look even better on the Go-Pro +I already know you go commando +You ridin' me, my Magnum is your saddle +Find out I was cummin' and you swallow +And let me stick my thumb up in your asshole + +[Hook] +We still get them chickens for the low low +Pistols got us slippin' like we old folks +I know all my bitches is some homos +All my young niggas got them old souls +We some young niggas with some old money +You that one nigga, let me hold somethin' +And we got that white girl if your nose runnin' +In the middle of the summer sellin' snow bunnies +[Verse 2] +I already know you go commando +Me and all my goons up in the bando +I just popped two pills before I saw you +You gon' have to drive my fuckin' Lambo +Xannies always send me off to dreamland +Head startin' to feelin' like a bean bag +I'm goin' through some bullshit at the moment +But all them mothafuckas know I'll be back +[Hook 2] +Pray so much a nigga need some kneepads +Sip so much a nigga need to relax +How the fuck they expect me to relax? +I got crocodile tears under this ski mask +I get so lit, I done forgot what I came to forget +I am a dog, not ashamed to admit +I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip +I'm finna eat me a mushroom and trip +I'm finna pop with the AK and dip +I am just not feeling Nae Nae and Whip +I'm finna pop me a pain pill and sip + +[Bridge] +And the pills have eyes, the pills have eyes +And they peek-a-boo at us +They seein' through, through us +It's like pills have eyes, the pills have lives +And they livin' through, through us +Livin' through + +[Hook] +I was poured up and poppin' Xans last night +I just pulled up to blow some bands, fast life +I'm so fucked up and now you fuck with me +When you feel me +When I'm cupped up, that's the real me +When I'm cupped up, that's the real me, yeah +She wasn't fuckin' with your ass last night +I was all up in that bitch ass last night +I did my thing and now she fuck with me +And she feel me +When I'm turnt up, that's the real me +When I'm turnt up, that's the real me, yeah +[Outro] +Me and all my goons in the bando +Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O +Just got new cocaine before I saw you +You gon' have to take a fuckin' sample +Listenin' to some old school Jay and Jaz-O +And we still get the cocaine from Fernando +Prescriptions got me feelin' beaucoup shallow +I ain't got no ceilings in my castle +No Ceilings!9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Can’t Feel My Face[Intro] +Yeah +Uh-huh +The fuck was I thinking? +Drought 3, bitch +Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt +What you know 'bout it? +You dig? +Weezy's the name, money's the game +Already + +[Verse 1] +Hardbody, motherfucker, got the heart of a killer +Young God in the building, 'bout to start a religion +'Bout to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles +Bring 'em straight to your block and go to war with you bitches +If you hit the head, then the rest fall in position +Shoot a nigga on his porch, and make him fall in his kitchen +Copped a big-boy Porsche with all the specifics +And I keep that torch, baby—call me "Olympics" +Red, white, blue pill, flip my skills like gymnasts +And never give a bitch money, blood, or kidneys +When the gun goes "Pow," I be at the finish +With my medal 'round my neck, autograph on my tennis +The land of the murder, dope, crack, and syringes +Pull up on you in the coupe—how fat is your engine? +Never talk to those that sat on the benches +Boy, I was in the game on fourth-and-inches +These niggas want the business, I'ma give these boys the business +See you fucking with the boy that tote toys before Christmas +Got all these hoes tripping, got all these hoes stripping +And we ain't P$C, but them bitches know we tipping +I just bought a pint and ain't none of y'all sippin' +Make my friends buy they own—fuck, I'm tired of bein' friendly +Ain't gotta lie just to try to be wit me +Bitches up in Heaven waiting that done died to be with me +I'm crazy for being Wayne, or is Wayne just crazy? +I been around, I'm still around, like them Geico cavemen +Hairpin trigger—no, I won't shave it +I spot hip-hop in the ocean, I'm gon' save it +The South is so dirty, bitch, you can't bathe it +Hollygrove, dog, and I feel like matin' +Baby girl, your pussy lookin' so vacant +And it's "Fuck you" and "Fuck Georgia Bush," not Macon +Fuck "waist-deep," I'm in over my head +But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan +Your girl wants me to come 'round her like Reagan +Your boyfriend is softer than the carton the eggs in +I don't fear nothing but God and weddings +At the top of my paper, like I'm starting a heading +My homie, Santana—yeah, that's my ace +But you may know us as "I Can't Feel My Face" +[Interlude] +Yeah +Weezy, bitch! +Don't give a fuck about you at all! +I'm paid +Been that way for a long time +Looks like I'ma die like that +'Cause if I ain't, I'ma just die +Haha + +[Verse 2] +Yeah! See, they don't know where I came from +But they know where I'm goin' +And I'ma tell you just how the top feels when I'm on +In the game I'm no cheetah, I'm a tiger, I'm a cougar +I'm a panther, I'm a Bengal: Ochocinco +I'm illy, shirt softer than Gillie +In a pair of Gucci flops, feeling freer than Willie +When them niggas left I, it got a little bit chilly +But I just let it burn like the end of the Philly—Weezy!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Live Life[Intro: DJ Drama] +DJ Drama for life +A Tribe Called Weezy +DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm a live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck +Live my life, have my fun, smoke like I don't give a fuck +Live my life, have my fun, fuck that shit, you only get one +Fuck that shit, I gotta sip some +I gotta bitch leaving, I gotta bitch coming (Aye) +I'm getting more pop on my skateboard +Niggas don't want me to pop like a bungee cord +I got my redbone head gone +That Bugatti go skirt like the legs showing +You think you street? I'm a jaywalker +I'm a basket case, where the fucking lawyer? +Yeah, Tunechi Li in this motherfucker +Niggas fuck with me in this motherfucker +I'ma smoke 'em until I get lung trouble +And these... niggas saying they the truth +But your pants on fire +Like I was born in the pool +I came up from the bottom +I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck +Keep a brand new bitch, bout to get her ribbon cut +Rich, but I ain't rich enough +Your bitch is down, you bitchin up +Rolls Royce, topless, it's about to get titty fucked +[Verse 2: Euro] +Okay, live my life, have no fun, 'less you give my niggas some +Live my life, what the fuck, can't recall me giving one +Live my life, have my fun, fuck like I don't give a fuck +And question, who the realest niggas? +Okay, that's a given one +Well welcome to the murder show +Show starts when the curtains close +Pass the scalpel to me, on my open-hearted surgeon flow +Why are all these coppers trippin? +Bitches down there, searching clothes +Yeah, I'm drinking stupid +What the fuck you think I'm swerving for? +Look, I be with that nigga from New Orleans +Who be asking if you heard me, even though he wasn't talking +Seen a straight chick do some dyke shit and didn't pause +And she was probably brokenhearted +I'm so gone, I probably caused it +I'm just saying +They ain't fucking with me +Bet they talking bout murdering me +But, look, Tune, I just don't see the killer in these niggas +2Pac's hologram was realer than these niggas + +[Verse 3: T@] +I'm a get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck +Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck +Get this money, live my life and ball like I don't give a fuck +Rudy Gays up on the coupe, and Black Mambas on the Truck +I'm a dream chaser for stacking cheddar +I'm in my Olympic Dream Team's Retros Number 7s +What you know about getting money? +Hop out the coupe, I got your bitch in there, I leave the engine running +I hit the block, talk shit, roll a few stogies +Pop a bar, kill a lil' time on my Rollie +David Copperfield, I make a hundred disappear +Like I know magic, but ball like Jordan +Nigga hating on my new deal, James Harden +I guess cause I'm the shit, and you lil' niggas fartin' +With the weed, I did coke numbers, real talk +A buck fifty every three months, real talk +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +W-T-F, what the fuck nigga? +Tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga +Now who the fuck is with the fuck nigga? +It's just us, it's just us nigga +We the fuss nigga +That's a plus nigga +And we don't fuck with snitches trying to bust niggas +So tell them fuck niggas get the fuck nigga +I'm a live my life, have my fun, skate like I don't give a fuck +Live my life, have my fun, act like I don't give a fuck +Get this money, live my life, and ball like I don't give a fuck +Smoke weed with the windows up +High as fuck, but inching up +Pussy niggas tensing up +Are these niggas men or what? +I got your bitch antennas up +Money talks, your minutes up +You can judge us, but don't sentence us +Blow me like the wind would gust +We trukfit and we supered up +W-T-F, who to fuck? + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +And this, bitch I'm rolling with is cute +And her ass on fire +And the whole time, I ain't feel a tooth +Then I ate that pussy 'til I lost a diamond and I'm gone...14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Harden[Intro] +No cap + +[Chorus] +She love me or leave me +I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason +She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me +I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin' +Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya + +[Verse 1] +I know I ain't perfect +Got shit I need to work on, a nigga been workin' +I know you uncertain +You ride for me and I drive you crazy and I know I've been swervin' +I know you've been nervous, I know I've been reckless +And now you all heartless, and now it's all worthless +I don't deserve ya, you don't deserve this +I turned a blessing into a burden +I'm really sorry, I know it don't fix it +A nigga been wishin' that I could reverse it +I know it don't help it, I know I look selfish +And looks are deceiving, but you lookin' further +And you lookin' past me, I'm just a has-been +How did this happen? What is the current? Where's your endurance? +You actin' like you've never been in love, like you just a tourist +Shit was the purest 'til you got curious +You know that love don't come with insurance +I blame the jurists who put me on trial +They was sick of your smile, now we just cured 'em +That got me furious, people that knew of us +Tell me they sorry, I said that make two of us +Wonder what ruined 'em +Wonder how beautiful you look at your wedding when I'm at my funeral, goddamn +[Interlude] +(Love me or leave me) +Love me or leave me +(Let me go my own way) + +[Chorus] +She love me or leave me +I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason +She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me +I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin' +Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya +So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya, you blocked my number +I feel like James Harden, you blocked my jumper, goddamn + +[Verse 2] +Who you lovin', who you wanna be fuckin'? +Since it ain't me, just tell lil' homie he lucky, I'm lonely for nothing +I'm starin' at the phone and the button to call 'em to come in +I'm starin' at the walls, I been punchin' these walls, did me nothin' +I'm thinkin' 'bout the ball I've been fumblin' when stars were abundant +Then shit happened, and all of the sudden the toilet start flushing +Try to avoid the confrontin', enjoy the consumption +With outside noise and seduction, it's harder to function +Look up at the angels, they hoverin', they show me the light +They told me that I know that I'm wrong, but I don't know what's right, goddamn +[Pre-Chorus] +(Love me), you must hate me (Or leave me) +Love me or leave me +(Let me go my own way) + +[Chorus] +She love me or leave me +I gave her a reason, she don't want a reason +She don't wanna see me, she don't wan' believe me +I tell her that's cold, I'm already freezin', my heart ain't even beatin' +Just talked to the reaper, he put me on speaker, he told me to keep ya +So I tried to call, but I couldn't reach ya, you blocked my number +I feel like James Harden, you blocked my jumper, goddamn, Funeral4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Prom Queen[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I loved her fancy underwear, I sit behind her every year +Waiting for the chance to get to tell her +I'm the one she should be with +She's popular wit all the guys, so innocent in my eyes +I can see her in my life, she woulda had the world if she were mine +But see, she had other plans, I couldn't understand +Her and her stupid friends, Varsity's biggest fans +Never forget the day she laughed and walked away +And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart +Fucked around and turned me down +'Cause she didn't think I could play the part +But now the prom queen, the prom queen +Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door +See you never know how +How everything can turn around + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +They loved her fancy underwear, every boyfriend, every year +She tried to keep them entertained +When they can hardly remember her name +She did everything she could just to make them laugh and treat her good +She finds herself alone, askin' herself, where did she go wrong +She didn't realize she chased the type of guys +That don't believe in ties, tryin' to apologize +Never forget the day she left and walked away +And I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all +[Chorus] +She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart +Fucked around and turned me down +'Cause she didn't think I could play the part +But now the prom queen, the prom queen +Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door +See you never know how +How everything can turn around + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +Yeah +Oh +Uh +Uh + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Shanell] +She had it all figured out when she left me with a broken heart +Fucked around and turned me down +'Cause she didn't think I could play the part +But now the prom queen, the prom queen +Is cryin', sittin' outside of my door +See you never know how +How everything can turn around13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Knockout[Intro] +J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Hey, Barbie, are-are-are are you into black men? +Hey-hey-hey, hey, Barbie! +Hey, I could be your black Ken (Wow!) +Cause once you go black, you never go back +She wear her hair black, with curls in the back +Then she threw that ass back back back +Then I fell to the mat +And after that, everything went black + +[Hook: Nicki Minaj] +Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee +Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) +Get the telephone please, it's an emergency +Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Hey, Barbie, can I call you Barbara +Hey, Barbie, yeah can I call you tomorrow and today +Cause once you go black, you never go back +And when she go to Wayne, everybody else is whack +Then she threw that ass back back back, then I fell to the mat +And after that, everything went black +[Hook: Nicki Minaj] +Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee +Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) +Get the telephone please, it's an emergency +Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) + +[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] +Awww, fuck it! Give me that damn bucket +When when I throw this pussy you better not start duckin' +Oh, yo, hit-hit 'em with the blow +Look-look out in the crowd and everybody's yellin' no +Grab him by his locks and give us a good box +Then hit him below the belt I wanna give him good top +Top-top, give him good top +Hit him below the belt I want to give him good top +One-two-three they yellin' one-two-three +I done hit 'em with that motherfuckin' crunk two-piece +Tell 'em, tell 'em to mop out, too late to copout +Give 'em more head than toupees, that's the knockout + +[Hook: Nicki Minaj] +Baby, one-two-three, tell 'em get the referee +Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) +Get the telephone please, it's an emergency +Cause he can (he can) get the knockout (get the knockout) +[Breakdown/Outro: Lil Wayne] +So just knock me out +So just knock me out +Damn, just knock me out +So just knock me out, just knock me out +Just knock me out +Just knock me out +Just knock me out12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Brake Up[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Bangladesh +No Ceilings, motherfucker +Hahaha, yeah +Uh-huh, all right +Uh-huh, all right, ugh + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me +Brain-dead flow: vegetable, zucchini +I live on the beach; she walk around in her bikini +Girls are like school, and I cut ‘em like seniors +I’m here to distinguish the bears from the penguins +Life is just a gap—get some money in between it +Glocks like police, pumps like Finas +This beat getting totaled: Pam, Keisha, Kima +S—Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl +Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural +Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party +Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party +H—Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit +Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick +Big-bad-flow Weezy, fuck the polices +Church, like a choir and a couple of old priestses +Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors +I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours, haha +Vince Young, suicide doors, haha +Life’s a bitch; now, die for her +[Verse 2: Short Dawg] +I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like (Why's that?) +My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write +(Oh, you ain't know?) +The way I’m eating, niggas wish they had my appetite (Ugh) +Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like Applewhite (Haha) +I pour four; then, I hit the exit door ('Bout to...) +Take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor (Gimme that) +Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (Smell it?) +Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (Haha) +I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (See me?) +Young Elvis Freshley, yes, he flyer than a stork (Damn) +Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (Ugh), kicks neat (Fresh) +Got your son looking up to me like I’m six feet (Haha) +Your daughter need someone to save her (What?), not me (Nah) +I’m knocking hoes down like Laila (Who?) Ali (Yeah) +Try he, and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney (Uh-huh) +Then, I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (Goddamn!) +Yeah, it’s No Ceilings, like a coliseum (No Ceilings) +Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (That's nasty) +The way I'm leaning, I'ma nod if I stand still (Hold up) +Flow harder than an anvil, Short + +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +OK, it's Gudda, ho! All about my bills like Buffalo +Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho (Ha) +Purple got me moving slow, like I’m in a snail race +Pop, pop, pop, three shots to the head, then I pick up my shell case +Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a Young Money goon +Your girl like a motion picture, she gon’ be coming soon +I do her something rude, I pop her like balloons +I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune (Ha) +Couple screws loose, you don't want to play with him +This is No Ceilings, bitch, roofless like a stadium +We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in +You want us in your club? Well, nigga, pay us then +All-grey BM, I’m getting it for my baby M +She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in +Don’t play no games, ho, you know my name, ho +G—G-U-D-D-A, propane flow10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Off Day[Intro: Lil Wayne] +She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Oh, I don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face +'Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday +I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late +I brought a bad bitch too, she got a beef cake +And she go each way, she need a teammate +I got a bad bitch at home makin' me plates +She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe +I got a big booty bitch with a petite waist +I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped +Then she ride that dick, oh, freeway +And now them titties sittin' nice, yeah, I wanna bite yeah +I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah +That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand +Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans +I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back +Hold up, uhh + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Now we suckin', and fuckin', and suckin', and fuckin' +And suckin' and fuckin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin' +She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like bubble +We tonguin', we fuckin', we tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin' +[Verse 1: Flow, Lil Wayne & Both] +I got a bitch named Vanessa (Ooh) +She like how I finesse her (Yeah) +I'm comfortable by her +I put my pistol on her dresser +Had a threesome with her sister (Oh) +They thought I was scared to ask them (Oh) +Bust a nut then hit the bathroom (Oh) +Grab the towel and clean my mess up (Oh) +I be swaggin' on these hoes (Ooh) +I ain't laughin' with these hoes (Woo) +I would crack your fuckin' skull before I crack a fuckin' joke +Got some OG straight from Cali (Oh) +And some backwoods from the store (Oh) +Got a message from Lil Tune +And he sent pictures of your hoe +Man, we got groupies in the hallway +Set that dick all on her forehead +Bet there's roaches in my ash tray +Bitches buggin', get the OFF! spray +Girl, I fuck with you the long way (Bah) +Give me blow jobs on your off day (Wah) +Give me blow jobs on your off day (Wow) +Give me blow jobs on your off day, uh + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Oh, I don't give a fuck about all of these hoes in my face +My bitch in the club going up, on a weekday +I see the bitch you came with, I made a stink face +She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate +I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight +She ate the dick like Minnie Mouse eat cheese cake +She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae +I said, oh you got that torch, still I take precaution +I told her I ain't none of the suckers she been involved with +I fuck her till she's exhausted, pussy tastin' like frosting +Then she get on her knees like she b-b-beggin' my pardon +That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand +Pop that pussy like a price tag 'til I white flag, alright +[Bridge: Flow, Lil Wayne & Both] +I like smokin' with my bitches, so I pass the blunt to Brittany (Ooh) +Bitches think that I'm a Hot Boy, I got dope dick, bitch, I'm B.G +Gettin' BJ's from your BM while the DJ play my CD +Got a bitch up in the bed gon' make it squirt and touch the TV +Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your bitch +She ain't wanna suck my dick, she say she gave it up for lent +That's why I fuck with her the long way, ate that pussy on the first date +Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day, oh + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Ooh, ooh, and now we suckin', and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin' +And suckin' and fuckin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin' +Oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love it like bubble +We tonguin' and fuckin' and oh I... + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Oh, I don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face +Cause I'm in this bitch goin' up, on a weekday +I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late +I brought a bad bitch too, she got a beef cake +And she go each way, she need a teammate +I got a bad bitch at home that never debate +Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate +I got a big booty bitch that keep her peak shape +I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped +And then she surf that dick like a heatwave +And now them titties sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah +I could fuck you right, yeah, all night, yeah +That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand +And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans +I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +And now we suckin', and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin' +And suckin', and fuckin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin', I'm cummin' +Oh, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like bubble +We tonguin', we fuckin', we tonguin' we fuckin', I'm cummin' + +[Outro: Lil Wayne (with Flow)] +Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD +Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day +Oh yeah, she don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae40EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Too Young[Intro] +No Ceilings + +[Chorus 1] +I walk in, I walk in, I walk in with goons +I'm parkin' Ferrari, I started like "vroom" +I'm staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm actin' a fool +Pour up, yeah +I'm sipped out, I'm knocked out in my house all day +I pull up, I pull up, I pull up, like "ayy" +I pull up, I pull up and I fade away +That's NBA, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Uh, I used to have braids but I still got the hoes, yeah +I loosen my brakes and I still got control, err +I remember the day that I got the Azure, mm +Back when them hoes was wearing Juicy Couture, yeah +Back when niggas was still wearing Velour, eh +When shit got out of hand, my hands was full, I'm +Going through some shit, yeah, but you know I ain't broke up +Just talked to Ms. Cita, she told me, "Stay focused" +I said, "Alrighty then," gotta make up my mind again +Fuck the bullshit, the fake and the counterfeit +Gotta shake it like Iverson, gotta take out my pocket lint +And make something out of it, like a scientist +Be creative and confident; no vacation, just power trips +Limo tint, limo tint 5 percent, Louie V moccasins +Treat her cat like a lioness, I’m on my Mufasa shit +Yeah, I'm saucy like pasta, bitch, I'm talking all kinda shit +Yeah, and I got that Flakka dick, them bitches be out of it +And I be OT with my bro T and Lil Hoody and Skateboard E +And that's my niggas, we fly niggas +With shotguns under both wings +We going up, pouring up +These niggas be ho-ing up +Ain't no peace, we chop off both fingers +I got that dope dick, your bitch is a dope fiend +I got the tattoos, all I need is the nose ring +Pour party at my place, more codeine than chlorine +Spraying at your head like some fucking Afro Sheen +[Chorus 2] +And I'm a Martian, I'm marching on the stars and moon +I come through in something without a roof +Staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm reppin' Suwu +Yeah, Blood Gang +Look, I hop out, they watch how I hop out the Wraith +I spend it, I spend it, make it back next day +I pull up, I pull up, and I fade away +That's NBA, yeah + +[Post-Chorus] +I’m my mama’s son +And when I started thuggin', I was young +When I started cussin', I was one +Mama put that soap on my tongue + +[Outro] +And when I started hustlin', I was twelve +And then I started pumpin' like the Shell +And when I started fuckin', I was young +And when I started cuppin', I was sprung +And then I started druggin', it was fun +Fuckin' with that honey, I got stung +And when I go out clubbin', I be numb +Started out from nothin', just some crumbs +Started up from nothin', just some crumbs +And now I got a bakery, yum, yum +And now I see the fakery, now I see the snakery +All I got is two words: blum, blum +No Ceilings27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Live from 504[Intro] +Dro, fuck with me! (C Gutta!) Yeah + +[Verse] +Live from the 504 +It's Mr. Crazy Flow, jumping like a bungee, no rope +Even in the dungeon, I glow; even if it ain't sunny, I glow +If it ain't about money, I go... nowhere—I'm nailed to the floor +Money controls where I go, it is the sail to my boat +And it's going down, it's going down, like there's a whale in the boat +See, you can smell that I smoke, and yep, I sip that lean +You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed +I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big +So I don't have time to deal with Willie the Squid +L—L—Lilypad niggas, l—l—look at the monster +Y—Y—You don't want to crash, like "La-La-La Bamba" +See it's me, Ronnie, and Terry, and my new drop is berry +Watermelon-plum: just call it "fruit punch" +I'm an old rapper getting new bucks +And all you new rappers, you just new lunch (New lunch) +Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes +A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness +I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death +I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec" +In the middle of the war—where my enemy at? +I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back +'Cause e'ery time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack +The instruments are crying out, "Where the sympathy at?" +Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back +Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that +I walked right in hip-hop, like, "Where my dinner be at?" +I ate that, and I was like, "Where my dinner be at?" +I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back +Got two bitches in my pants—quiet? Neither them that +A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that +Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that +And to the kids, drugs kill—I'm acknowledging that +But when I'm on a drug, I don't have a problem with that +And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch +And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch—pow!30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thought It Was a Drought[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] +Shout to Mack Maine! +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Hood boss, what's up? +6, 6, 6 (Gangsta Grizz-ills!) + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Big body on brabus, that's all I know +Big shotties in the closet, that's all I wore +Screaming "money over power," quote, un-quote +And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (Hold up) + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops +I'm smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (Hold up) +I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (Yeah) +Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count (Get 'em) + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Skating and mating, I'm spinning like Daytons +I'm winning like Peyton, I'm Christian like Laettner +I'm putting some straightener into all of these Satans +I'm wilder than Nathan, Goliath on David +I'm quietly waiting, I'm trying to be patient +But they want me to wait for Simon to say it +But I am too faded, so talk to my agent +Or they talk about you to your congregation +Man, no conversation or negotiation +No affiliation by association +I need confirmation for my compensation +Or we make a corpse out of your corporation +I need my donation, take drugs in rotation +That AK gon' sound like a standing ovation +They landing your facial, bandanna, rosacea +I'm all about numbers, comparisons, ratios +Collateral, collateral +Xanax and Adderall got me unparalleled +Me and your bitch compatible +Go together like a parachute and a "geronimo" +This dick is mechanical +But he get too casual up in the vaginal +I pop a Viag-a-ra, she hop like a kangaroo +Suck like a snaggle-tooth +I ain't got time for no rumors +When I am not human, or you men, I'm booming +I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie +I'm platinum versus aluminum, I'm shrooming +I visualize what I'm assuming, my vision is gloomy +But fuck it, I zoom in and now I see movement +And I'd like to thank all the niggas that schooled me +But I still might shoot up my class reunion +I'm sipping that Houston like it's communion +Smoking some weed, bright as a petunia +I'm walking around Miss America +Like I'm the King, King of Zamunda +Been hanging around with my shooters +When you was still hanging out with Mr. Cooper +Which one of you niggas want beef? +I'm putting your name all inside the chalupa +Money since the Mayans, thuggin' since the riots +Six, exemplifyin', higher than Orion +Lion off the diet, eat the whole safari +Pop a cork or body, keep it soft and sour +Watch the market tower +Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice and count 'em +Competition, clown 'em, opposition chowder +Watch the bitches shower, optimistic mama +Common sense ain't common, top position scholar +So far from the bottom, they can't hear me holler +All I say is our, all I say is our, our father +My lil' bae a model, pussy taste like cobbler +Make me "As-salamu alaykum" about her +What more can I say about her? Pray about it +I just race the 'Rari, left it way behind me, taste the mileage +Loud-ass blatant diamonds, I think they the loudest +Waking zombies +Break a face or promise, give me steak lasagna, hate your honor +Still my mama's baby; and my baby mamas, they some riders +Can't deflate them tires, I'm still chasing commas +Nigga I made Big Tymers +And I'm still taking time to make it timeless +Dedication problems +Sick shit, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah... +[Skit: Lil Wayne] +The nicest thing a fan can say to me when they approach me on the street is any fucking thing true, anything real. You know what I mean, that's the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliché, cliché I can still tell when that cliché was straight from your heart and that's all you could think about, all you could think to say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if it's that, like I said just when it's real. You know why? 'Cause sometimes people can say things that's so real to them that they don't even know that, you know what I mean, some of the things they are saying isn't fact, you know what I mean, official. But you know, things like so what I mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, uh, they might... shout out the valet from today, umm well yesterday, shout out the valet from yesterday, before you opened the door of my car, you're looking in my eyes, you're a young cat too, you look me in the eyes and you say ahh, and he couldn't, his English wasn't all that, he said: I like the new album, I really like the new project, and I said to him I was like thank you man, he meant that, 'cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know what I mean, so I was like damn you know when I got in the car I was like damn it's not a project. You know what I mean I don't even consider that, it's damn sure not an album just a mixtape, you know what I mean, but to him that was real, that shit was real, could be a project not an album, so shout out to homie. I slid him a nice little tip you know what I mean4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kush[Hook] +Yeah, and we smoke that kush +Yeah, that kush +Yeah, and we ball like swoosh +Yeah, like swoosh +Yeah, and we smoke that kush +Yeah, that kush +Yeah, and we ball like swoosh +Yeah, like swoosh +Yeah, now how ya like me now + +[Verse 1] +Got the hog on two-six +Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks +I don't know what you on, but I'm on some new shit +While your bitch is on my dick like a glue stick +I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed +The tooth fairy would retire if I lose it +Straight out the clip, that's how I spit, like an Uzi +You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music +I'm running this, and I can jump the hurdles +I'm feeling like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles +Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles +I'm like a turtle when I sip the purple + +[Hook] +And I smoke that kush +Yeah, that kush +And I ball like swoosh +Yeah, like swoosh +And we smoke that kush +Yeah, that kush +And we ball like swoosh +Yeah, like swoosh +So how ya like me now +[Verse 2] +Buck-sixty on the dash, I'mma do two +Captain Crunch, these niggas is Froot Loops +That's why your girl wanna fuck me and my group too +And I'mma make her back it up like 'droop shoop' +I'm the Birdman Junior, I gotta do coupes +I hop up out that motherfucker, holler "Soowoo" +Hollygrove 17, I'm from the Zoo Crew +You would think every animal in the zoo loose +(Fuck with me) I'm on that screw juice +But I keep my shit together, not a screw loose +Yeah, word to my Gucc' boots +I'm higher than a new suit + +[Hook] +'Cause we smoke that kush +Yeah, that kush +Yeah, and we ball like swoosh +Yeah, like swoosh +Yeah, and we smoke that kush +Yeah, that kush +Uh-huh, and we ball like swoosh +Yeah, like swoosh +Now how ya like me now + +[Verse 3] +Buck-forty on a ring that I don't really wear +But I bet it light up the night like the city fair +The shit ain't fair +I didn't have to go there +But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear +I'm so aware +I'm so prepared +I'm so fly I will take off into the open air +Liftoff +Cristal +Please +Crackers with cheese +Nigga please +We on J-E-Ts +Like Curtis Martin in white and green +I'm... lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing +No reggie man +[Hook] +You know I smoke that kush +And I ball like swoosh +You know I smoke that kush +And I ball like swoosh +Now how you like me now?14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Way I’m Ballin’[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I got shotguns under my staircase +Rob yo ho ass bare face +Been had this bitch on lock, I’m bout to get this bitch a cellmate +All my life I been this cold +All my nights I spend with hoes +I keep change on me now +‘Cus this shit’s startin to take a toll +I just flew 2 hoes in, oh how time flies, clip its wings +Make you spit that safe combination, out like Listerine +And even though I’m not an artist this is where I draw the line +We don’t feel none of you niggas +Y'all some fuckin porcupines +I still got residue all on my dinner plates +Real niggas in my inner circle +None of my checks come late, I ain’t having that, I give em curfews +Dressed up like a old lady, uzi under my church dress +Surprise yo ass like a baby… taking his first steps +I’m too good for just any bad bitch +Smoke like I’ve been kissing dragons +That milk carton show her missing panties +That pussy felt like a hidden valley +Thank God that I’m so gifted +I wouldn’t return a single gift +But all good things must come to an end +Like this blunt burning my fingertips +Lil' Tune +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +This ain’t what you want +Put that gun to yo ho head +Make her tell me what you don’t +Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones +Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw! +Neil Armstrong aw! Neil Armstrong +Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong! +Got some moon rocks in my pockets, that’s a pocket full of stones +Fuck with me cuz I fuck around and got that shit from Neil Armstrong aw! + +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Striper pole on the yacht +Striper pole in my spot +I got yo girl in my condo +Bitch I’m ballin like Rondo +Flexin ranches up in Texas +I know it’s a blessing but I don’t know what’s a recession +If we talkin mew mew’s, Jimmy Choos and Giuseppe she got it +I star 6-7, my flights I fly private +I’m a walkin hedge fund +I copped a 62 for leg room +This bitch text saying her lights off +I bought her a new crib, it’s a tax write-off + +[Hook: Future] +It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas +It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas +Foreva +It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas +Hold it +It’s like the way I’m ballin on these niggas +Step up in this kitchen +Just step back take a look at me +Listen , that Ferrari unreleased +Stop being so defensive, I’m making real decisions +That’s the reason why we winning +We flying, we finished +[Verse 3: Birdman] +Rich Gang, we drop feathers to vall +Rich Gang ball 'till you fall +We hit the block dippin cuz the block hot +Record sales, ship it from the Hard Knox +Live it like we live it twice +Ballin with them bright lights +Bad bitches stand tall +Bad bitches want em all +Hella choppas on the surface +Mansion on the beach, nigga that’s the purpose +Blow it cuz the swag is perfect +First class flights, nigga we done murked em + +[Hook: Future]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Magnolia (Freestyle)[Intro] +Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? + +[Verse 1] +Ugh, in New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock +She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I *blatttt!* +Yeah, tell that thot her number blocked +Yeah, Stunna number blocked +This New Orleans milly rock, let 'em milly rock +Me and woe don't really rock, evidently not, brrrr +Yuh, tell 'em it's the ROC +In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks +I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox +I did a show with Ja +Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here? +Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot +Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock +They threw me in the box, eight months tops +Starin' at the clock, commissary stopped +Man, when Carter 5 drop, a nigga jaw gon' drop +The bitches' drawers gon' drop and then the calls gon' drop +Hello? I ball too hard, they flop, woah +And all of these bitches got ass, how did they get it so fast? +They ain't have that in the past, I still smash +In L.A., they gettin' shots, bitch I know the docs +M.I.A, we on a yacht, your bitch know where we dock +[Chorus] +Hol' up, I ain't from the 'Nolia, but Tunechi still a soldier +And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah + +[Verse 2] +And I fuck these hoes +If I don't doze +Off on that drank +If I do, bitch, you to blame, coochie lame +Weed, stank, it better be the only thing +Big bank, take lil' bank, you know the game +All these bitches want Young Carter, Young Carter +The fireman and firestarter, need water +Woo, all of your bitches, they poo +All of my bitches, they're new +They got more bitches than you, all of these hoes in cahoots +But my bitch keep me in the loop +She blow me like hot Campbell's soup +My woadies come out like a troop, innocent bystander, oops +Enjoying my financial fruits, I'm in a pineapple coupe +Passin' you up like juke, turnin' heads like a screw +Give that ho a tip, enough to buy a whip +Give that ho some sip, she fall asleep, I dip +I'm rich, bitch, Money, Mitch +What's in that, bag? +14 bricks (You got 14 bricks in that bag?) +Used to, used to drive a Masi' +Used to be locked up, with the dude that stalked Ashanti +Used to be in Hollygrove with goons that caught them bodies +Tunechi got so many hoes, they call me John Thotty +Tell your bitch I'm Mr. Biggs, my nigga, Ron Isley +I'm kamikaze-in' you niggas, Ronda Rousey +It's New Orleans, Milly Rock, Trukfit to the socks +OVO Jordans, the ones that haven't dropped, uh +Waitin' for Carter 5 to drop, uh +It's the, it's the Roc, uh +Tell them bitches it's the Roc, yeah, yeah +I'm throwin' up the Roc, yeah +[Chorus] +I ain't from Magnolia, but Tunechi still a soldier +And rest in peace to Soulja, 'cause he was real Magnolia, yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Beat Without Bass[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I got my capital S-W-agger up +You dig? +Young Money Cash Money DipSet Byrdgang +We a team baby (Freekey!) +Welcome to DipSet, baby + +[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +Okay, my leather so soft but don't think I ain't hard +Bitch say Weezy make it rain, I say bitch I ain't God +But I am God's son, but you know I ain't Nas +See, he got a positive aim, and I aim nines +Man, little Weezy got a style that even I can't find +Man, some shit just be so hard, I be like that line ain't mine +And if that is under a gram, then that line ain't mine +And if you niggas talking war, well bitch, it's combat time +Hey, I take three l's to the head: Love, Live, Life, and I'm dead +Young Money, Dipset, that's what this is +And if I ain't good looking, you can bet my bitch is +I done made it off Apple Street like it was 2300 Jackson Street +Young Money, can't join 'em nor beat 'em +Where the fuck is Robin Leach when you need him? +A rich nigga can't even buy freedom +That's why I give my white bitches everything but freedom +I do my white bitches anything but beat 'em +And if they like rat poison, then I'mma feed 'em +I'm sophisticated, fresh from Antarctica my wrist just made it +I'm rich bitch, I ain't broke no more +But I will still chop you up and feed your ass to the poor +I'm 'bout my cream like a s'more +You old ass rappers better stay on tour +You're like 44, I got a 44, I'm 24 +I could murk you and come home when I'm 44 +[Chorus] +What's a beat without bass +Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face +Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s +When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass +What's a beat without bass +Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face +Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s +When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass + +[Verse 2: Jha Jha] +Dade county get it girl +5 ridas wit a girl +U don?t want no problems don?t u kno we ridin wit it girl +Dudes love me say I got a hell of a swag +See me hoppin out them coups benz bentleys and jags +With balenciaga bags in some lil skimpy shit +Got a lil bitty ass so they focus on my tits +Its the jewels that I wear and the gleam on my wrist +And she rock her real hair run yo fingers through this shit +I am somethin like the shit and yo nigga I will pimp +U ain't got my money honey hit em with a hollow tip +See Freekey is crazy insane and hazy +And that?s my big brotha so do not try to play me +Its gon be somethin shawty +The set is in the buildin throw yo b's up shawty +Patrone is in my system and dat switched up shawty +The zone is where I?m gettin when Im geeked up homie +Yeaaa +[Chorus] +What's a beat without bass +Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face +Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s +When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass +What's a beat without bass +Chain hangin to the dick nigga all them diamonds in her face +Homie get in dip's face so I'mma show u 38s +When we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass + +[Verse 3: Freekey Zekey] +This Is How We Ride +So High Drunk Drive +Bet The Pistol Grip Get Em Gangstas Ballas +We Them Chedda Makin Villians +Shorty Get Me Right +Got A Big Mossberg And Dat Fire From Them Shells Make U Stop Drop And Pop It +Cock That Hammer Send A Rocket +Blow A Socket I Won't Stop It +Go Go Rocket Hit Ya Body +[?] To His Pocket +So Its Profit Of This Poppin +Cause Yo Mouth To Take The Profit +[?] +Get The Shells And Nuthin Less Between +Dont Even Call Em Burnas We Call Em Shucky Duckys +We Grizzlies We Teletubbies +Get Busy Wit Heavy Money +U Said He Probly All Funky +U Probly Some Type Of Junky +I Probly Sold U The Monkey +Listen Fall Back Bitch U Don't Wanna Get Stripped +U Don't Wanna See He Dip Strip F**k Yo Bitch +U Don't Wanna See Yo Jaw Crack +Barrell From The Smith That Pain'll Probly Make Yo Body Twitch Shit +The World'll Hear U Say Ayyy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pour Up[Hook] +Chinese AK just do what I say and nobody die +I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot +I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot +Me and my niggas, we go up a lot +We so up, you not +D'usse, D'usse, when I get home I'mma throw up these shots +When I got home I was so drunk I knocked +So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked +Went in the kitchen and grabbed me a pop +Got my codeine and I poured up a lot +I pour up a lot + +[Verse 1] +I pour up a lot +I got more than a doc, my soda gonna pop +Strong as boulders and rocks +My shoulders gon' drop, you know I know I'm so high +I could have swore I saw Pac +Could have swore I saw Spock +My motor don't stop +I stay on my feet, no hole in my socks +You know I'm on deck, when there's snow, I'm on top +I'm stored up on stock +I'm way up, but I'm sure you're not shocked +Cause you know how I rock +And you know that it's cocked +The .44 with the dot +I'm a pro with the Glock, don't you go to the cops +Or your throat gon' get chopped +Then your folks gon' get got then your ho gon' get shot +Kiss that ho if she hot +Hitting notes on my cock like Do Re Mi Fa +And all you lookin' ass niggas look at me now +I'm sure you gon' watch, you boring, I'm not +I'm scoring a lot, ignoring the thots +I'm pouring a lot, taste like euphoria, uh +Russian AK, do what I say and nobody die +I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot +I pour up a lot +I sew up the block, make you go off the block +I'm getting twisted with 2 bad bitches in my bedroom +Leave them hoes in a knot +Stomach in knots, thought I need some drank +I'm stuck in my bed and the dopeman said all he got is red +If I don't do red, Lord, I don't do red +I don't do yellow, no, I don't do that +I don't do Qualitest, I don't do Hi-Tech +I need that Act +I don't do yellow cause it make me scratch +As soon as I seen niggas sippin' green +I was like, "where they do that" +Bring that shit back, let me bring this shit back +[Hook] +Chinese AK do what I say and nobody die +My soda so dirty, I can't even lie +When I need peace of mind I just pour up a lot +I pour up a lot +Me and my niggas, we go up a lot +We so up, you not +D'usse, D'usse, when I get home, I'ma throw up these shots +When I got home I was so drunk I knocked +So drunk I knocked and the door was unlocked +Went to the kitchen and grabbed me a pop +Didn't even measure, just poured up a lot +I pour up a lot + +[Verse 2] +I run in your building and hold up the spot +Give me what you got, the keys and the gwuap +Make everyone get on their knees and then count +My bitch talking 'bout kicking me out +Cause every time she want the soda we out +Bitch, I don't want no lip, I just want some mouth +I just want a sip, I don't wanna drown +I just want the lean, I don't wanna bounce +I just wanna chill, I don't want a crowd +I just want my check, I don't want a trial +I just want some neck, I don't want no mouth +She just wanna love, I just want lounge +I just smoke loud, she just drink brown +I just drink purple, she just smoke hookah +Quit cigarettes, concerned ‘bout her future +I pour up a lot, past, present, future +Syrup and sprite, turn that shit fuschia +Hawaiian Punch, Alo-hallelujah +We got that white girl workin' like Hooters +My shooters don't listen +I tell 'em you cool, but still they don't listen +I cut on the news, and they say you missin' +And I can't stop grinnin' like, "nigga, we did it" +And they show police fishin' +And searching under bridges when they say no witness +I start hopping around like Jiminy Cricket +And I can't stop sippin' +And she can't stop stripping +Cause she got an infant and her man in prison +Lord, she can't stop ventin' +And I can't stop drifting, she worry a lot +And I pour me a lot +I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot +Don't know how to stop, I don't know how to stop so +I pour up a lot, pour up a lot +I pour up so much I don't know it's a lot +I pour more than a lot, I go over the top +[Outro] +(Oohh boy) +Yeah, again and again, etcetera +I pour, I pour up in +Cream soda, Sprite, Seven-Up +Fuck it, here we go again +Medicine, medicine, yeah +I need that, I need script +I don't need no discount, I leave you a tip +They said that Actavis dead, that's bullshit +Well if so then I must be the exorcist +I don't know what you heard but you heard wrong +I got a swamp up in my Styrofoam +It can be room temperature or lukewarm +All I need is ice to make the perfect storm +I pour up a lot17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tunechi’s Back[Intro] +Man, fuck these niggas + +[Hook] +"Tunechi's back, Tunechi’s back" +That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi’s back +All eyes on me; nigga, picture I’m rolling +Strapped up with that Mac, masked up like a goalie +Man, my bitch on that coke, she snorted four and a baby +Now, the bitch owe me; she sell that pussy and pay me +They saying "Tunechi’s back! Tunechi’s back!" +And I brought them twins with me, nigga, Click and Clack +Let's go + +[Verse] +Out on bail, work on the scale +Put some change on your head, boy, you on sale +Yeah I'll see you in hell, pop-pop, get well +Make breakfast +'Cause I got you walking on egg shells +Xan with that lean +I ain't a begging motherfucker, but, nigga, please! +And I aim this motherfucker at your memories +And all my niggas Bloods, but we make you niggas bleed +Yeah, Bloody Mary +I’m the one with the money, so I ain't the one with the gun +All I do is give the word to the one with the gun +I’m triple OG, Fuque splitting a Sweet +Fuck bitches, get money—mission complete +Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em +These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em +Yeah, I got a virgin, I call her Madonna +But I ain't trippin', her head is a monster +Yeah, we do this for real +Swear to God, I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill +Young wild motherfucker, pop you and a pill +Boy, instead of writing raps, you should be writing your will +You a dead man +I get to poppin’ this bitch, watch where your head land +I ain't right, I swear to God, I need my head scanned +Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a headstand +I’m a dog, ho +Camo cargos, semi-auto +My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode, yeah! +Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac +Sorry for the wait, 'til my album drop24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ball Hard[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman +Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German +David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman +Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German +David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman +Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Taught my bitches how to whip it, now they whippin', fast learners +Chicken heads, whippin' chickens, I feel like a black colonel +Louis Vuitton, ballin' like Mr. Kareem Abdul-Jabaar +Saint Laurent, I been had the green light, I blew the horn +C'mon c'mon, fuck we waitin' on, my nigga? Move along +Grass is greener on the other side, I never do the lawn +Deepest water, Cita Carter made me feel like Peter Parker +Be a Dora, double R her, treat her like a Ford Explorer +See no evil, neither horror, my bitch eyes chinky, Kamora +Run a mile like Jackie Joyner, bitch should go read a thesaurus +Pretty Tony, Pretty Ricky, Ricky Martin, Martin Lawrence +Lawrence Taylor, Taylor Swift, tailor-made, made in China +Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga +Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman +Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German +Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga +Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm +Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah +Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball +David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman +Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German +[Verse 2: Lil Twist] +It's MULA baby, know you heard me, got the game, I'm talkin' early +Twizzy baby, got these bitches swallowin' babies, talkin' nurseries +Pocket pull up, Black Eyed Peas, the P from Perc has got me flirty +Model bitches tryna hurt me, broken mirrors, pull a Fergie +Oh my God, it's cocaina, Kim and Gina had to team up +Tried to run 'way from this dick and got subpoenaed, had to clean up +Got two strikes out in L.A., I get one more, then new Adidas +Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers +Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers +Trappin' off a walkie-talkie, ten-four, over, yeah, I read you +That my woadie, that my 'migo, gettin' loaded off sativa +Move the rock like Russell Westbrook, triple-double the whole season, woah + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman +Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German +Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga +Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm +David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman +Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German +Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah +Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball +David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman +Tina Turner, buy it furnished, eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German +Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga +Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tha Block is Hot[Intro: Lil' Wayne] +Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man +Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand +We be steamin', blazin', nines, pumps and K's and +Hollygrove 17th the hood where I was raised in (what, what, what) +Niggas bustin' heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what) +Rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and +Hood fulla real niggas, twenty-four seven hustlers +(Ughhh) Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers +Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward +No respect for no slut, and no money without power +We keepin' niggas hotter, ughhh, nasty and sour +Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and "blocka" at every hour +Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain +Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh) +From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains +Broadcastin' live from Tha Block, it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?) + +[Chorus: Juvenile, (B.G.) & Lil' Wayne] +Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga) +Nigga, you let them K's go? (Well bust somethin, nigga) +Are you duckin' that law? (You better run from 'em, nigga) +Are you playin' with that raw? (Well won't you front somethin', nigga) +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha +[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] +See where I'm from we keep our guns out +Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks so we be thugged out +It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out +And they got quarters, halfs and birds in that one house (I got it, I got it) +It's all good in the hood hustlin' like it's legal +Soon as you get it, hot (skrrt!) there go them people +Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto' +End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch +This everyday, at the spot where niggas murder off top, boy +It's the spot where they got fire girls and hot boys +We don't know what be goin' 'cause we so blunted from trees +And we'll be round ya all day 'til we "400 Degreez" +And you see when it get dark, nobody be on the porch +They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin' out off that raw +Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure (*beep beep*) your door is locked +'Cause this ain't nothin' proper, 'cause Tha Block issss hot + +[Chorus: Juvenile, (B.G.) & Lil' Wayne] +Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga) +Nigga, you let them K's go? (Well bust somethin, nigga) +Are you duckin' that law? (You better run from 'em, nigga) +Are you playin' with that raw? (Well won't you front somethin', nigga) +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha +[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] +See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like +We done shot out all the street lights, so you can't see who we be like +And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence +Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents +And ever since the coke drought, niggas been on a trip y'all +So you better watch what y'all playin' with cause a nigga will try to flip y'all +They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug +Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug +It's street smarts, plenty niggas that keep sparks +When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts +Darling we sharks, you could come try to cheap talk +We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn +Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man +Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam +Tie em up, put em in the vans then put a gat in his jaws +(*kiss*) One move blow his cactuses off + +[Chorus: Juvenile, (B.G.) & Lil' Wayne] +Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga) +Nigga, you let them K's go? (Well bust somethin, nigga) +Are you duckin' that law? (You better run from 'em, nigga) +Are you playin' with that raw? (Well won't you front somethin', nigga) +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha +Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha +[Outro: Lil' Wayne] +WHOOT! Some people call me 'cause Tha Block is hot +Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot +Nigga ch-shhhhh, cook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot +Say look daddy, just hook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot +Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me 'cause Tha Block is hot +Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns 'cause Tha Block is hot +Nigga ch-shhhhh, cook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot +Say look daddy, just hook it up, 'cause Tha Block is hot +Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn +My block on fire, nigga, what about yours? +Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn +My block on fire, nigga, what about yours? +Tha Block is hot, ha ha ha ha10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Brand New[Intro] +Yeah, uh-huh +Come on, yep +Mmmhmm, bells +Yeah, hmhmhmm +Let's go + +[Hook] +Riding 'round the city +With some brand new heat +Brand new car +Brand new feet +Brand new seats +Brand new smell +Put out the roach +Light a brand new L +Fuck you bitch +I'm actin' brand new +Fuck you bitch +My shirt brand new +Fuck you bitch +My shoes brand new +Fuck you bitch +I'm actin' brand new +Yeah +[Verse 1] +I'm cold like a midnight +In Aspen +I am the President +And the assassin +Cameras on +Big lights, "Action" +Welcome to the show +I am the main attraction +Money in the mattress +Money in the attic +Money on my mind +Money is my habit +Stay on the grind +Until money's automatic +Bitch, I love money +I'm a fucking fanatic +Always strapped, gripped-tight, graspin' +Say what? Who, me? (Click-clack) Blast 'em +Chrome 24's, tires thin like napkins +Got to ride big 'cause I am like a captain +You know I'm a boss; chillin', relaxin' +Probably in my office, doing my taxes +You little niggas so not in my bracket +And I don't even have time to practice +[Hook] +Riding 'round the city +With some brand new heat +Brand new car +Brand new feet +Brand new seats +Brand new smell +Put out the roach +Light a brand new L +Fuck you bitch +I'm actin' brand new (brand new) +Fuck you bitch +My shirt brand new (brand new) +Fuck you bitch +My shoes brand new (them too) +Fuck you bitch +I'm actin' brand new (yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Ice +Ridiculous price +Your camera has never saw a picture this nice +Hm, I'm fishin', and the bitches will bite +It's probably 'cause my game is Fixodent tight +Right +I'm fucking every bad bitch twice +And if she doesn't wear panties then I fuck her on sight +I'm nasty like spice +I know what she likes +I can make a black woman +Scream like she white +I can make a white woman +Scream like Mike +But before she starts singin' +She got to check my mic +Niggas just hatin' +And I done lost sight +It's like I don't see 'em +I only see the light +Talking that shit +But you boys just hype +I hope you bring a gun to the fight +A'ight? +Louis V tennis shoes +Big brown stripe +You think you fresh? +Shit, nigga – I'm ripe +[Hook] +Riding 'round the city +With some brand new heat +Brand new car +Brand new feet +Brand new seats +Brand new smell +Put out the roach +Light a brand new L +Fuck you bitch +I'm actin' brand new (brand new) +Fuck you bitch +My shirt brand new (brand new) +Fuck you bitch +My shoes brand new (them too) +Fuck you bitch +I'm actin' brand new (yeah) + +[Verse 3] +OK +Brand new coupe +Driving crazy than a mother +Sittin' low in the seats +With the burner sittin' under +Got my tank top, top down +It probably ain't summer +But I ride like that 'cause I'm hotter than the others +Damn, there's no keeping up with the brother man +I could spell my name in burnt rubber +I'm gone! Leave me alone +Now the dog is at supper +You could wash my plate and put it back in the cupboard +Ahem, I'm so far ahead of them suckers +I'mma have to start rappin' in numbers +I promise, the flows don't stop +They come rapid like thunder +I bet you hide under your covers + +[Hook] +Riding 'round the city +With some brand new heat +Brand new car +Brand new feet +Brand new seats +Brand new smell +Put out the roach +Light a brand new L +Fuck you bitch +I'm actin' brand new (brand new) +Fuck you bitch +My shirt brand new (brand new) +Fuck you bitch +My shoes brand new (them too) +Fuck you bitch +I'm actin' brand new (yeah)47EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Carter II[Intro] +So you made it this far +We upstairs +I let you up here +You special +Marley, don't shoot 'em +You know what this is +It's still Tha Carter II, people +It's still Tha Carter II, people +Yeah, you're still in Tha Carter II, people +Hey, yeah + +[Verse] +All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise +A fistful of dollars, a list full of problems +I address 'em like P.O. boxes +Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit +We so out of it, zero tolerance +Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it +I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit +Wet your ass up head to feet 'til your socks drip +Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass +No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass +I hear 'em, but they talking under masks +Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass +That's Cash Money, honeypie +We ain't running, we don't hide +Screamin', "Fuck the other side" +Don't get caught on it +This the deadliest grinds, I put your heart on it +And walk on it +The chalk's only for the art, homie +How they trace ya after I erase ya? +Look around +We at war and you still in preparation +I'm ridin' for them reparations, no patience +Slow paper is better than no paper +Fast money don't last too long, you got to pace it +You gotta know that paper +If you got it from a caper, gotta blow that paper +Gotta know that +Photophobia, no Kodak moments +Feds walls with my pictures on 'em, naw +I ain't even in the school yearbook +I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah +Career crook, get your career took +I'm back like a brassiere hook +Bitch, cheer +Camouflage gear, the hunter's here +Better play it by ear +You ain't nothing but a deer +Around here, and this here is Tha Carter +Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama +And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter +But get your boy some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada +I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em +On they head at the bottom +You ain't got to shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em +And I ain't got to get 'em 'cause I already got 'em +Get 'em17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cream[Hook: Method Man] +Cash rules everything around me +C.R.E.A.M get the money +Dollar, dollar bill y'all + +[Verse 1: Euro] +I've been having these nightmares of losing time, with no reward +Momma would call the Lord, before she call the law +Then I went and found time in a Audemars +Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more +They say beef is a poor man's sport +Behind the money, get that rhyme report, fuck it + +[Hook: Method Man] +Cash rules everything around me +C.R.E.A.M get the money +Dollar, dollar bill y'all + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh, I don't cut the work, droptop on 20's +Soon as I learned how to talk I talked business +Nigga's ain't safe, all 9 innings +And to you it's just change, I want every JC Penney +And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented +Lift a mini skirt, get behind her like Benny +Goin' at your neck, get the rope, tie a noose +This a gut check, now who do I write it to? +I'm dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee +Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery +I'm a God, mercy me, I'm higher than Mercury +Smokin' on that strong, full of that Hercules +Bartender, hurry up, hurry up with my drink +Niggas pullin capers like they come with a string +I'm standing over the stove with my gun in the sink +Cause I don't know what niggas thinkin, but I know how they think +Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw +I'm in that pussy, she in awe +And this here is my homeboy, Quick Draw McGraw +I'm even on both sides of the seesaw +You can get your head cut off with a saw, yeehaw +Kill you and your right-hand man, southpaw +Money over bitches, and above the law +Money over bitches, and above the law, money +[Hook: Method Man] +Cash rules everything around me +C.R.E.A.M get the money +Dollar, dollar bill y'all + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Uh, pocket full of money, with a posse full of hitters +Black and white Porsches, like a Nazi with a nigga +Money make the world, 360 +We throw them dollars up, them bitches better be Frisbees +Pounds in the freezer, 50 rounds in the sweeper +Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin' up +And if the bitch stealing, I know where her Mama live +I love this shit so much, I got on a tux +Man, it's been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubba +Some niggas fade away, some niggas hit the jumper +Kidnap your niece, don't cry, call your uncle +We don't wanna hurt ya, baby, we just want your uncle +25 lighters on the dresser, yessir +I ain't hearin' that bullshit, I'm deafer than Leppard +Somewhere out wherever, they find your body severed +You know they findin' niggas guilty like they finding treasure +But get your money on occasions, I get too wasted +It's an occasion +I heard a nurse say, "Thank you for being so patient" +I know my nigga's got me, we good forever +Get the cheese nigga, please, avoid the shredder +Turning good to better, gotta pull it together +I wish that blood on the floor, was rose petals +Real gangstas die of old age +And old money, get paid, my nigga, Tunechi +[Hook: Method Man] +Cash rules everything around me +C.R.E.A.M get the money +Dollar, dollar bill y'all10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Novacane[Intro] +Raindrops from the clouds +Sun lights up the sky +Hummingbirds do fly + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ooh girl, I love you so +Good lord almighty, I’m in love with a whitey +I call her Aphrodite, I call her when I need her +And she give me good love til my nose start bleeding +Life is just like moving mountains +When I can’t cope, I’m hittin’ that slope +That great white hope, and it ain't no pressure +I can’t feel nothing, but I never felt better +Hmm, but you were just no good for me +Killin’ me softly, that girl is poison +Huh, I had to let you go, take things slow +Just so you know + +[Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] +I’ll do it all again if I had the chance +Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) +Like novacane (like novacane) +I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong +Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) +Like novacane (like novacane) +Like novacane +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +You used to make me feel so good +Like I was on top of the World +Sorry I gotta stay away from ya +But that's what the doctor prefered +My Friends told me leave you alone +And I just told 'em leave me alone +It's sad our thing had to end +The relationship was short and sweet, Nia Long +And I see her in the streets +But I can't bring her home +Man, I was on her line all day, no phone +Hah. No Arm & Hammer in my Tony Montana +And truth is... + +[Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] +I’ll do it all again if I had the chance +Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) +Like novacane (like novacane) +I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong +Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) +Like novacane (like novacane) +Like novacane + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Sweet sugar hill, yeah I used to climb her +I never imagined she'd turn out to be but a cheap thrill +That sweet turned to sour, she gave me power +The world was ours +I used to feel invincible on that flour +But I had to change, Yeah, I had to change +So I left it for a bitch named Mary Jane +Now everything's cool, everything's fine +Girl, I'm moving on, I left you behind +Every now and then you pop up on my mind +I might fuck you one last time, cause +[Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] +I’ll do it all again if I had the chance +Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) +Like novacane (like novacane) +I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong +Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) +Like novacane (like novacane) +Like novacane + +[Outro] +Raindrops from the clouds +Sun lights up the sky +Hummingbirds do fly5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Start a Fire[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it +They just don't get it +Temperature's risin', her body yearnin', yeah, we on that R. Kelly +And then she tell me + +[Chorus: Christina Milian & Lil Wayne] +Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter +Baby, I'll be your gasoline (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire, watch the entire +World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire (Yeah, Mickey and Mallory) +Let's start a fire (Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde, Thelma and Lil Weezy) +Let's start a fire +Let's start a fire-ire-ire + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm like goodness gracious, great wall of China +All we do is fuck all day, all mañana +It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her +Make her perspire, sweat, blood, and crying +Goodness gracious, great God almighty +She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney +We break all of monotony, baby, we high commodity +And they just don't get it +[Chorus: Christina Milian & Lil Wayne] +Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter +Baby, I'll be your gasoline (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire, watch the entire +World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire (Me and you) +Let's start a fire (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire +Let's start a fire-ire-ire + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne & Christina Milian] +Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it +They just don't get it +Temperature's risin', her body yearnin', yeah, we on that R. Kelly +And then she tell me (Let's start a fire) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire +She ridin' me like a street car named Desire +Stop, drop, roll, and shake what her mama gave her +Clap that ass like the choir +Oh, I ran into my old thing +I say, "Bitch, you broke my heart, but that's just growin' pains" +But trust me, she ain't nothing but an old flame +And I threw water on that old flame, no more flames +I'm so glad I'm out the dope game +'Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane +Now that pussy is my domain +And I know they just don't get it, they just don't get it, yeah +[Chorus: Christina Milian & Lil Wayne] +Let's start a fire, you'll be my lighter +Baby, I'll be your gasoline +Let's start a fire, watch the entire +World, as it opens up in flames (And they just don't get it) +Let's start a fire (Fuck 'em, fuck it, they just don't get it, see we already, we already lit it) +Let's start a fire (And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah, it's me and you) +Let's start a fire (Just don't get it, we already, we already did it) +Let's start a fire-ire-ire (And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Christina Milian] +Let's start a fire +Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it +They just don't get it +Baby, I'll be your gasoline +Fuck it, 'cause Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl +And they just don't get it +Let's start a fire, watch the entire +World, as it opens up in flames +Fuck em', 'cause Mama, I'm in love with a hot girl +And they just don't get it +Young Mula baby52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Throw It In[Hook: The-Dream & Lil Wayne] +She all on me 'cause all I do is +Ride around in Bentley coupes +Got no needs, she got me +Buying her them Fendi shoes +All we do is shop until we drop +All—All—All—All—All— +All we do is shop until we drop +Right there in the floor +She all on me 'cause all I do is +Ride around in Bentley coupes +Got no needs, she got me (Yeah!) +Buying her them Fendi shoes +All we do is shop until we drop (No Ceilings, baby!) +All—All—All—All—All— +All we do is shop until we drop +Right there in the floor + +[Verse 1] +Okay, swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordans +I bought her cell phone and I don’t even much call it +New imports make her feel important +No bullshit, nigga, no Ben Gordon +Get her information, take her on vacation +Give her dope dick; now, she under the sedation +Wake her in the morning, breakfast where she slept at +Tell her, "Go shopping"; I can't wait 'til she get back +Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweatpants +She wear that on my jet, I fuck her after jet lag +I take her to the vet 'cause she a bad bitch +You can't be broke and happy, so, me—I'm mad rich +I'm talking Young Money shit, she love the way I think +L’Oreal all over my bathroom sink +Betsey Johnson all over my bedroom counter +My pockets too deep, I fuck around and drown her, Weez'! +[Hook: The-Dream & Lil Wayne] +She all on me 'cause all I do is +Ride around in Bentley coupes +Got no needs, she got me +Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings) +All we do is shop until we drop +All—All—All—All—All— (Yeah) +All we do is shop until we drop +Right there in the floor (I got you, baby) +She all on me 'cause all I do is +Ride around in Bentley coupes (Hahaha) +Got no needs, she got me +Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings) +All we do is shop until we drop +All—All—All—All—All— +All we do is shop until we drop +Right there— + +[Verse 2] +Okay, fucking on Versace, napping on satin +I love to hit it backwards: call it Pig Latin +I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChatting +Niggas swag-jacking, but I got my patent'd +Fr—Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan +I speak a little French, and hers is no better then mine +I pass her the blunt; she probably hit it one time +Catch us at the game, sitting on the baseline +We can call a timeout, take a lil' time out +Pockets too deep, shawty, you gon' have to climb out +Faviana prom dress with your spine out +And I live on the beach—you can get that panty line out +She wants to own me, and I ain't tryna fight it +She said it's her dick, she got it copyrighted +And I don't pay for pussy, because her pussy priceless +I go fishing in it, and I ain’t a Pisces +Ugh, Gucci only to the grocery store +Stop playing, bitch, we balling like Okafor +Ha! And now, we headed to the dealer +I'm gon' cop my baby something with no ceilings, ahh! +[Hook: The-Dream & Lil Wayne] +She all on me 'cause all I do is +Ride around in Bentley coupes +Got no needs, she got me +Buying her them Fendi shoes (You dig?) +All we do is shop until we drop +All—All—All—All—All— (Hahaha) +All we do is shop until we drop +Right there in the floor (No Ceilings) +She all on me 'cause all I do is +Ride around in Bentley coupes +Got no needs, she got me +Buying her them Fendi shoes (Young Money) +All we do is shop until we drop +All—All—All—All—All— (Young Money) +All we do is shop until we drop +Right there on the floor (Gone!)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +30 Minutes to New Orleans[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ok, Gucci backpack, fresh black Adidas +I'm rollin' on a pill, rollin' up some reefers +Declining all the Keishas, replying to the Kims +Still knockin' boots like hammers on tims +I'm a mothafucker baby, Weezy F. Baby +Yeah I get it wet and I keep it wet baby +I can make a dyke say she leaving that lady +I can make a lady say she leaving that pussy ass nigga +That gave her that baby, now she with +Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby +Hahaha, Weezy F. Baby, hahaha, yeah +Whatcha gon', whatcha gon', whatcha gon' do? +When Nina Ross come and put the pussy on you +You probably still a virgin, I'mma bust your little cherry +And I'mma come through in something so cherry +And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, bumpin' Makaveli +Showed your girlfriend my house she think I live in Italy +Just bought a jet I'm 'bout to take that bitch to L.A +Bitch I never met I'm 'bout to meet that bitch in L.A +Ooh, I'm feeling myself +I'm so fly shawty think I really fly stealth +I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths +And I'm feeling my belt, and I'm feeling my sneaks +'Cause I don't see them on anybody +Got the semi by me for anybody +Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown +Yeah, I'm from uptown, Eastside, I'm lighting up two blunts at one time +And I thank God I can say fuck one time +I'm sipping on two cups at one time +And I thank God I can say fuck one time +Fuck one time, fuck one time, fuck one time, thank God +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Louis V. bag, all black hammer +Louis V. shoes with the Louis bandanna +On the Louis phone case with the sidekick case +Might put L.V. on the side of my bitch face +Man I'm a dog, I go so hard +Man I'm a dog, 'bout to come in your yard +'Bout to, 'bout to cum in your lady +Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F +Baby, hahaha +Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F +Baby, hahaha +And Young Mulah, baby +Can't forget that +How would you do that? +I beat that track 'til that bitch blue 'n black +It's Weezy F. the monster, even F your mama +Even X your mama, leave you next to mama +You are so pussy gonorrhea's your aroma +Blind gynecologist could see that your vagina +Who? Me? Me? Turn beef to balanya +And your girl ride me like a Honda +Better yet she ride me like Travis Pastrana +Fuck the X Games, it's ecstacy games +Show me a mirror cause I'm so glad to meet Wayne +And I'm feeling myself +So fly shawty think I really fly stealths +But I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths +But I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks cause +I ain't never seen them on anybody +Got the semi by me for anybody +Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown +Eastside!7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get ’Em[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +You are watching a master at work +Yeah! +Haha! Drama, I'm back +This what y'all was waiting on? +Dedication , bah +I put a couple pounds on since the last go-around +Yeah, I ain't gon' even wait on 'em, I'ma get 'em now +We been eating around these parts! +Get 'em! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) + +[False Starts: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping (Ill!) +(G— G— G-Get 'em!) +My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping +If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something (Gangsta!) +(G— G-Get— G-Get 'em!) Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +My block pumping, and I'm tryna keep that ho pumping +If niggas snitching, then I let them niggas hold something +If nigga owe something, need a doctor's note from him +Or his throat from him; these lil niggas? (Pay attention!) +Thinking they fresh—get whipped out your clothes, young'un' +I got it all, but I'll beat you like you stole something (Oh!) +My bitch trippin', say I treat her like my old woman +I tell a bitch I'm probably better off with no woman +Yeah, I get that brand-new money +I'm the boss, bitch—I'm touching every dollar that's coming +Stop playing, I know what I'm doing, let me get 'em +I hope his kids not with him +Y'all motherfuckers know me, I'm a rider in the side of the south +Got the money in the mattress and the guns in the couch +What up? Putting out cockroaches in the ashtray +It's payday 'til my last day, yeah +Walking that line with a lot on my mind +I get that money, never dropping a dime +I don't hate—never, not on my time +I'll put that little red dot on your mind +Talking that crime, but a lot of 'em lying, I'm— +Caught on the grind, never get off my grind, I'm a— +Pimp to these hoes, not a pimp in my mind, nah +And everybody know I'm sharp when I ride +Hop out that new Ferrari with that little horse on the side, yeah +Zoom-zoom, bitch, ride a nigga broom, witch +Half a ki', wet, stinking up your whole room, bitch +Now, break out the perfume, bitch +And niggas come from off that beach, I'm in that water like a cruise ship +Straight up, tell ‘em, I do’s this +One pistol, two clips; I aim at lips +Wayne that shit, shit on y'all +Given to you from the God: I am the God +[Break: DJ Drama, Lil Wayne, & DJ drops] +Gangsta Gri-Zillz! +A dedication! +Yeah +My nigga, Philant, rest in peace! +Yeah, yeah +Weezy Baby, the God +That's right +Hehehe +Fee, I had to! +Gangsta Gri-zillz! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Yeah, money on my mind, money-money on my mental +Super-super soaker, wet a nigga like a swimsuit +I think they sipping on that "I Can Fuck With Him" juice +Test me if you wanna, bad man, I knock a limb loose +I ain't never scared, I'm protected everywhere +And if a nigga disrespect me, then he shall be buried there +That's my word, got a urge to hit a nigga and swerve +And them birds in the tree get shot down to my feet +It's me, motherfucker, what's better to see? +And when you greedy like me, ain't nothing better than beef +See, I would meet each one of you niggas in the street +Then eat, and pick you little bitches out my teeth +Shout-out to the green and red stitches in my tee, nigga +With no Gucci, I'm a double-G, nigga +My brothers, you have sinned +And the God, I am, amen34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bing James[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane +Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane +Yellow pill, purple drank + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Gang gang +Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (Uh) +Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (Uh) +Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames (Uh) +Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Bing James) +Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Bling James) +Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Cheese) +Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed +Yeah, big game + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay, red team, (Yeah) lit up like a light beam +Sippin' ice cream, (Yeah) drippin' like some Visine +Sittin' Spike Lee, (Yeah) I've been doin' the right thing +Take my dirty money, (Yeah) and teach it about hygienes +That banana blip, (Blip) aim it at a rapper lip +'Cause he captain cap, (Cap) we call him Colin Kaepernick +This ain't no rappin' shit, (Oh no) we wrap your ass and wrap it quick +I don't be actin' lit, I'm on too much Actavis +I'm reppin' Blood gang +Put some Molly on her motherfuckin' tongue ring (Yeah) +Birkin bag for her baby, that was chump change (Yeah) +Red carpet on the concrete, that's a bloodstain (Yeah) +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Jay Rock] +Yeah, drove off screamin', "Gang gang" (Huh) +Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane (Huh, huh) +Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang (Huh, huh, huh) +Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames (Huh, huh, huh) +Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Huh, huh) +Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed (Yeah, yeah, Bing) +Yeah, big game (East side) + +[Verse 2: Jay Rock, Lil Wayne, Jay Rock & Lil Wayne] +Motion picture shit, (Woo) at you with my .40 Glock +When I'm on my savage shit, bodies on that blacktop (Yeah) +Weapons in the stash box, (Yeah) keep a couple lamb chops (Yeah) +All we serve is hearses, you don't get no ambulance ride +All we know is big B's, yeah, you know, that's gang, gang +This ain't what you want, you don't wanna lose your brain, brain +Focused on this bag now, yeah we from the projects (Yeah) +We got that PTSD like some Vietnam vets +Miss me with that bullshit, I'm just tryna make a play +White Lamborghini truck, bitches call it yola-yay +Sharp as razor blades, Smith N' Wesson in my breakaway +Peep the different shit from behind these Aviator shades + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Gang gang (Yeah) +Rose gold Richard Mille, plain Jane (Yeah) +Two twin Blickers, yeah, ying-yang (Yeah) +Strong strong weed, nigga, Ving Rhames (Strong, strong) +Big crown on, nigga, Bing James (Gone) +Bust down glowin', nigga, Bling James (Woo) +Bust down froze, nigga, freeze frame +Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane +Drove off screamin', "Gang, gang" +Rose gold Richard Mille, nigga, plain Jane +Two twin Blickers, lil' nigga, ying-yang +Strong strong weed, lil' nigga, Ving Rhames +Big crown on, lil' nigga, Bing James (Bing James) +Bust down glowin' lil' nigga, Bling James (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Bling James) +Bust down froze, take a picture, freeze frame (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Niggas on they death bed, they need they sheets changed (Sheets changed) +Yeah, big game (Big game) +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane +Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane +Yellow pill, purple drank, I'm Laker geeked, mane +Freeze frame (Mula, brazy)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Outta My Head[Intro: XXXTENTACION] +The brains will start to abandon the religions +And believe in themselves +And the new world order will start +Drop that motherfucker + +[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION] +Narcissistic, insufficient, deadweight, I've been searchin' (Ayy) +Lack of coexistin', just don't seem to work with other bitches (No) +That's when black and white, when dark at night, that's when I do my searchin' (Ayy) +And the Anti-Christ is in my mind, the evolutions lurkin' (Yeah) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I got voices in my head, wild horses in my head +Runnin' around, horse playin' +Breakin' pots up in my head, waking corpses in my head +And they was better off dead +Runnin' faucets in my head, stompin', marchin' in my head +Sun is scorchin' in my head +Archie Bunker's in my head, talkin' bunkers in my head +Willy Wonka's in my head +All this junk is in my head, then it sunk into my head +Little monkeys in my head +Goin' bananas in my head, shootin' cannons in my head +Hittin' targets in my head +Playin' pianos in my head, keyboards, organs in my head +Smash guitars in my head +Fast cars in my head, with loud ass horns in my head +Horns stickin' out head +[Chorus: Lil Wayne with XXXTENTACION] +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (Yeah, yeah) +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +All these voices in my head +They're committin' arson in my head +Real wars up in my head, crash courses in my head +Fightin' forces in my head, white noises soundin' red +All these voices in my head, all these thoughts up in my head +Like a spark plug in my head, like a torch up in my head +Ain't no shotguns in my head, all these sharks up in my head +All these sharks need to be fed (Yeah, yeah) + +[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION, Lil Wayne, XXXTENTACION & Lil Wayne] +I behead a motherfucker for his contacts (Behead a mothafucka) +Take the body where the others can't see (Can't see) +Seen the devil in my eyes without no contacts +My eyes are blacker than the bottom of the sea, yeah, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, XXXTENTACION, Lil Wayne & XXXTENTACION] +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (The brains will start to abandon the religions) +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (And believe in themselves) +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (And the new world order will start) +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head (Yeah, yeah) +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head +I can't, I can't get the fuck out my head10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hot Boy[Intro: Lil Wayne, Stevie J, & Cassius Jay] +Fuck wrong with you? +That boy Cassius +Keep it going, haha +Oh, oh +Stevie J! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Stevie J] +Come through lookin' like the old me (Woo!) +White T-shirt and Girbaud jeans (Woo!) +Smokin' OG, I'm a OG (Woo!) +Sippin' Codeine, I'm a whole fiend +Been a Hot Boy since 14 +Gotta get my money up by all means +Used to sell rock by the Walgreens (Who the fuck is Stevie J?) +I was 14, having orgies +Stunt real hard, real-real-real hard +On a broke ass nigga, then steal his broad +She ask me what the tear drops on my face +I told that bitch, "These tears of joy" +I got a big ass house, got cameras everywhere +Big ass closet, I don't know what I'ma wear +Even if I change, the game don't change +A pimp gon' be pimp and a ho gon' be herself +Squad, these niggas might get rowdy +Cocaine cowboy nigga like howdy +Codeine drought, tell them boys I got it +Nitpicky bitch, do the Josephine Johnny +Hot Boy Tunechi, all the hot girls love me +My clique brazy, everybody clutchin' +Everybody cuffin', everybody muddy +Stunna not around, but everybody stuntin' (Here we go!) +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Stevie J] +Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Juvie +That's still my big brother, always told me I was the best in music +Yeah, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Lil Weezy +I'm still the best rapper, I ain't hungry, nigga, I'm greedy, yeah +Ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, free B. Gizzle +That's still my big brother, been gettin' locked up since we was little, damn +Ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Young Turk (Stevie J!) +That been my brother since day one, like January the first, Lord (Who the fuck is Stevie J?) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Stevie J] +Oh yeah, you know, you know me, them niggas owe me +Like Scarface, that's okay +I'm going OJ, OJ, go DJ +I want my bands nigga, like Coldplay and Green Day (Hollup) +I'm talkin' crazy, I'm hot, sss, bitch I'm blazin' +I'm wavy, the Hot Boys, I was the baby +Your favorite, when they vacated, I debated +I delayed it, now, nigga, we made it +Yeah, I been paid since them days +I invest, I stock trade +From Eagle Street to Wall Street +To ya'll street in that drop head +In that hot summer, on that hot leather +With them tiny wheels and them shiny things +Bad bitch that's into trying things (Stevie J!) +I'm too hot, call me Johnny Blaze +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Stevie J] +Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Juvie +That's still my big bro, always told me I was the best in music +Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Lil Weezy +I'm still the best rapper and I ain't hungry, I'm greedy +Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, free B. Gizzle +That's still my big brother, been gettin' locked up since we was little, Lord +I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Young Turk (Stevie J!) +That been my brother since day one, like January the first (Who the fuck is Stevie J?) + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Stevie J] +And my hot girl and your hot girl was sittin' by the Bayou (That's right) +And my hot girl told your hot girl, "I got a hot boy that's on fire" +She talkin' 'bout that Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Tunechi +500 degrees, nigga, 500 degrees +Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, nigga, Lil Weezy +From a hot boy to a fireman, I think I hear someone screaming, hold up + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I pull up +Mula baby, yeah +Hold up, yeah, hold up + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Stevie J] +Bitch, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, gangsta (Woo!) +That's my OG, always taught me how to use my thinker +Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Elvis (Stevie J!) +That nigga nickname "Hot," what the fuck that tell you? +Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Ceedo +Uptown OG, been gettin' money way before me +Lord, I'm ballin' like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, free that Hot Boy Tanto +That's my OG, taught me how to get this guapo, gone28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Nice[Intro] +No ceilings + +[Verse] +Wait a minute +Wait a minute, where you going? +Ain't my business where you going +I just want some before you go and +Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something? +Why you in your purse when I'm tryin' to tell you something? +Why you on your phone after 2 in the morning? +Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning girl? +I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby +Cuz I ain't got time for your main tricks +Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah +And if the side bitch start acting crazy +I'mma run to the next side bitch +And tell the last bitch "Come chase me, baby" +Yeah, feel like it's over, you know it's over with +You get my feelings and time and shit +I'm in my feelings cause it's over +And you know right is right, so come over tonight +Don't want fuss and fight, let's get right +Right now a nigga feeling so nice +And I feel like I owe you something +Let me show you something girl +And it's gon' be nice +Right now a nigga feeling so nice +Feel like I owe you something +Let me show you something girl +I'm nice, T I'm nice +E I'm nice, Hood I'm nice, Steve I'm nice +Hold up, I think these pills give me extra emotions +Hold up, I think they kicking in, I'm going through the motions +Yeah-yeah-yeah-yea +I feel like celebrating, what you doing, I'm bout to come over +Your homegirl there, I really feel like I can take both of 'em +Oh my +Can I ask why +You give me that eye +Every time we Facetime? +That's cause you know I +I'mma come back, reply +With "Don't you move a muscle, I'm bout to come by" +Every time, like we on rewind +Back it up, rewind +Like (Missy Elliot Reference) +We fuck on Versace +You watch me +Cause I got the mirror on top me +And I be just going in like Rocky +That dick got you snoring, I record you, send you a copy +You be so embarrassed, you say don't mock me +And I be like that's our secret that I keep +And I feel like pouring some lean in this styr-e +Said I feel like pouring some lean in this styr-e +Hold up +You know I'm the nicest, this dick need a license +But why did you leave me, I swear it's a crisis +If you ever need me, I come quick as lightning +Don't give him no pussy if he cum quick as lightning +Just saw your sis and I got so excited +She tell me you just celebrated sobriety +But you didn't invite me +That's that bullshit, I need a lighter +You should be nicer +I swear I'm wit my side bitch baby (hold up) +Cuz I ain't got time for your main tricks +Yeah-yeah-yeah (hold up) +But that's OK cause I'm nice +Hey Manny, I'm nice +No ceilings11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What’s Next[Intro] +Yeah yeah yeah yeah +Mmm-mh + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I been smokin' on the gas, hocus pocus on the gas +I been snorklin' in the cash, going Krogers with the bags +I done went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass +Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math +I been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked +I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked +You know my lean nice and cold, like some dead folks +You know my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh +I got them pills, we call 'em illies +I got the wet, I'm water whippin' +I rob his ass like Robin Givens +I get them Ms a mile a minute +Don't pay your bill, I'm power trippin' +BET, that's how I'm livin' +I got three hoes followin' me +Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the chimney +Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah +Ain't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah +She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah +I make her count out loud, I listen hard +I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels +They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers +They been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands +Money and the power, they be in here watchin' Power +All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri +Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson +Brrrt! Pull up like a taxi, stereo on maxi +Nigga, bury your own casket +Nigga, say hello to Rabbit +My lil homies bang, my lil homies, they deranged +They don't want the fame, kill your ass then fly to Spain +Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring +Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing +Yeah, starin' at the world through an automatic +Sweet mother of pearl, sweet Jesus of Nazareth +Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow, baby +I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby +Look, I cannot sit down without gettin' down +What's new in town? Let's do it now +A couple marbles ain't been found +A couple screws been screwed around +My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound +The system of a down, and it's been up and down +A psycho, all I'm missin' is the gown +Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown, twistin' up a pound +High as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds, y'all so underground +I break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows +Come to hunt you down +All up in your section +Use protection when you fuck around +Possession of deception, imperfection, no affection +No correct your transgression, turn depression to aggression +Got an obsession for expression +With no pressure, no discretion, and the F is for the +"Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em." +[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz] +Your bitch open so we run in it, any club, got my gun in it +I ain't even got to touch you dudes, I'll get you killed young nigga +Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap, brand new AK, all black +Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped +Your bars sweet, candy, Kit-Kat +Hope you pussy niggas get mad +Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft +Off-White, Gucci, mix match +All my diamonds drip, shit splash +Black BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W +She told me Dollaz I'm over you +These bitches way too emotional, uh +So much perkys, I'm barely sober +Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar +Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em +Never be committed, I told her +Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas +I know I'm stuck with you niggas +Grew up with you niggas +We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas +Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robbie +Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies +Chris Paul, we load the rocket +Eight ball, corner pocket +Ah man, nigga stop it, you know it's Dollaz +When it comes to rap, no problems +Haha, hold up, talk to 'em +I'm the hottest out in my city, Bad Boy too, ask Diddy +Hundred foot yacht, jet skiin', bitches kissin' bitches, lesbian +Niggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em +Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan +If so, come, no semen +(Yeah, you get it?) +Future put me on, he from Atlanta +Niggas in my city crabs in a barrel +Made it out without y'all help +I can say I did it myself +Tunechi told me leave this beat blessed +I killed this shit, no stress +First 48, this stretch +Someone tell me what's next?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ain’t Worried[Verse 1: Euro] +I'm that Dominican nigga, your bitch be talkin' 'bout +I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now +I got a whole collection of my ho collection +Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection +I said, "Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas" +Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon' respect my niggas +Either that or get a whack or get a bat to the back of the neck my nigga +Yeah that shorty with y'all with y'all, cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas +Got a big dream, from a small town +Got a small circle, you never get around +Old hoes thinkin' I'mma put 'em on now +Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put 'em all down +Always been broke, who's rich now? +I ain't never had change, why switch now? +Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit +Til y'all heard me spit, now everything loud +Got a mojo, with a flow-flow +Got a whole load, don't know if it's a promo +Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no +Coolin' in the cut with a bud sipping romo +No love for the po-po's +Gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole +Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle +Cause I sell flows and he sell dope, nigga work +[Break: Mack Maine] +Yeah, Euro +What up this Mack the fortune teller +The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus +Negrodamus my nigga +Predicting futures +You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you + +[Verse 2: Jae Millz] +Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K no nina +Word to Martin I'm cold with this homie buck shots +Like Pam make a nigga say, "Damn Gina" +Millzy! Money don't mean nothing, my youngin' +I'll kill you for some sneakers +This Dedication 5, no vacations slime +We in the endzone and they in bleachers +Cheerleaders, we ain't worried 'bout nothin', nothin' +Nigga act dumb, push the button, fuck 'em +Get 'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA +Little nigga no discussion +Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane +All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane +Big guns that go over the shoulder dog +My team strapped, no overalls +So please don't make me do it, got soldiers and shooters +These bullets will swallow like shots of Kahlua +When we light up the weed then we fly like a rumor +Then hop on the plane and fly over you losers +Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer +I'm not from this era that beef on computers +Look boy if it's war, then all we comin' after you +Special I'm smashin ya, somethin' like Gallagher +Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger +Hittin' your girl then I'm passing her +Jae Millz ain't worried 'bout nothin' +Young Money ain't worried 'bout nothin' +D5! +[Outro: Jae Millz] +We ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Young Money) +Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Jae Millz) +Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (not a thing) +Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (D5)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pray to the Lord[Hook] +Before I sleep +I pray to the Lord my soul to keep +And if I should die before I wake +I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake +Before I sleep +I pray to the Lord my soul to keep +And if I should die before I wake +I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I wrote my will just the other week +It was funny, it was only one sheet +And I know there's only one me +But I hope I am everything my son be +I'm trying to live right, stay on the drum beat +But I'm in the fast lane, in the front seat +I wonder will I lose control of the Maserati? +And hit some tree, just being young me +Is there a heaven for G's and soldiers? +I can't go to hell, cause I'd take over +I feel it approaching but I ain't scared +I made that bed and I should rest in peace + +[Hook] +Before I sleep +I pray to the Lord my soul to keep +And if I should die before I wake +I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake +Before I sleep +I pray to the Lord my soul to keep +And if I should die before I wake +I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake +[Verse 2] +Yeah, and every time I see the sunshine +I drop down and give thanks at least one time +I'm feeling like I'm living on the front line +I'm feeling like every second is crunch time +I've had breakfast, will I make it to lunch time? +And I ain't joking so don't be looking for punchlines +Will I be the next victim of a gun crime? +I don't know the answer, that's why I brung mine +Riding by myself late at night +Pistol on my lap at every single red light +I made my bed right, so when I do I should sleep tight +In peace I rest + +[Hook] +Before I sleep +I pray to the Lord my soul to keep +And if I should die before I wake +I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake +Before I sleep +I pray to the Lord my soul to keep +And if I should die before I wake +I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake + +[Verse 3] +Bury me a gangsta cause that's what I live +Don't cry for me I gave the best I could give +I can only do me, so that's what I did +And I cherish every breath of my kid +And I don't wanna go before she grow, that ain't cool +But in this game of life, I don't make the rules +Shit, so that's why I get twisted +So I can't feel it when it hits me +And my moms don't need that on her +But I see death around the corner +And if he, so happens to make his way around the block +You gotta answer the door when he knock, believe that +[Hook] +Before I sleep +I pray to the Lord my soul to keep +And if I should die before I wake +I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake +Before I sleep +I pray to the Lord my soul to keep +And if I should die before I wake +I pray to the Lord my soul to take for goodness sake3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Not Me[Chorus] +Now who gon' pop me? +Who gon' pop me? +Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" +Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see +Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me +Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy" +Bunch of lookin' ass bitches tryna watch me +No Itachi +Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi +Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Yeah) +Yes, I'm stuntin' on these niggas, let the opps see (Yeah) +Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Put some money on my head, but your shooter missed +But you know karma is a bitch just like you a bitch +Walked in the pet store said, "Get me a cobra" +Gotta keep your friends close, enemies closer +You know wifey from Australia, she said, "Cheers, mate" +Then we toast and see how you niggas' tears taste +Mix the soda and codeine, that's a mixtape +And if you hatin', come and say it to my dick face +But who the fuck want war? No one so far +Two cups, no straw, bustdown Chopard +Smoke medicinal 'cause I'm sick +I'm 5'5", them Balencis make me 5'6" +It's my shit, nigga, smell that +I'm in the Koenigsegg, nigga, spell that +Where they sell that? +I'm goin' turbo, yeah +Stompin' on a nigga turf 'til I get turf toe, yeah +Heard you got your own wave, no surfboard, damn +Told her, "Give me dirty head, no shampoo" +I like my blunt Remy thick, no capoose +Talkin' shit and it taste like apples +Fuck rappers +[Chorus] +Now who gon' pop me? +Who gon' pop me? (Huh) +Who gon' pop me? (Huh) +Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" +Bunch of lookin' ass niggas tryna spot me +Who gon' pop me? (Huh) +Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E +Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi +I say, "Aquí" + +[Verse 2] +Okay, who gon' pop me? (Huh? Huh?) +You not poppin' (Huh?) +My drip droppin', nigga, you gon' mop it +Get your popcorn, nigga, I've been poppin' since Pop Warner +Nigga, I pop up and Pop-Tart a nigga, what's poppin'? (What's poppin'?) +Yeah, Uzi on my seat (Huh?) +Money on my mind, so I usually overthink +Yeah, I'm runnin' out of time, so I bought another Rollie +Once upon a time, that's the moral of the story +You're a Cookie Monster (Yeah), lookin' at a goblin (Yeah) +Got a pussy popper (Yeah), I call her Mary Poppins (Ooh) +I got a few choppers (Yeah), I like to have my options +If you a goon, nigga, I'm a balloon, nigga +[Chorus] +Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Huh?) +Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see (Huh?) +Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me (Yeah) +Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy" (Woo) +Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like Papi (Woo) +I say, "Grazie" (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi (Yeah) +Now who gon' pop me? +Who gon' pop me? (Huh?) +Who gon' pop me? (Huh?) +Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" +Bunch of lookin' ass niggas tryna spot me +Who gon' pop me? (Uh) +Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) +Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E +Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi +I say, "Aquí" + +[Outro] +Ain't gon' roll up, I'ma pop up (Uh) +And get you popped up (Uh) +Ain't no tellin' where your body might pop up +Ain't gon' pull up, I'ma pop up +And get you popped up +But ain't no tellin' where your body might pop up +Who the fuck want war? (Who the fuck want war?) +Who the fuck want war? (Who the fuck want war?)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Before Tune Gets Back[Intro: Lil Chuckee] +Man...Mike, cut something on! +Man, they don't never let me get on nothin' dog +Man cut-man cut-man cut something on, man! +Man, hurry up though, before Tune get back, come on! +Yeah, D5 motherfucker! +It's Tunechi Jr. bitch! +Pops, lemme go ahead and get 'em one time, ya heard me? +Hol' up! + +[Verse: Lil Chuckee] +Turn my motherfuckin' mic on +And I ain't leavin' 'til the motherfuckin' lights on +This ain't a dick, this a motherfuckin' python +And if it's war call me, fuck Tyrone +You know what? It's time for y'all niggas to sit +Big ass house, no room for bullshit +Such and such told me, "Chuck, you ain't rich!" +Well tell such and such they can suck my dick +Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it +I made you go crazy for no fuckin' reason +I beat you pussy niggas up 'til you start bleedin' +Menstrual cycle, fuck it, go ahead bleach 'em +Diarrhea, I'm running this shit, I'm just gettin' my laps on +All my niggas strapped up and y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons +Bitch we breed this 5-stars, bitch we bleed these 5-stars +YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars! +She ain't got too comfortable, I done made her stupid ass walk home +I kill the beat the barrel on the yopper round as a motherfuckin' Super Dome +You know I'm a fuckin' beast, yeah I'm a fuckin' creep +You could get these 30 clips if you wanna make a scene +Tune let me off the leash, now I run the fucking streets +Two fingers in her pussy, then I tell her pussy, "Peace!" +It's Chuckee, she say, "Yo' name Chuckee?" +I said, "No, my name's Suck Me!" +Introduce you to T if your stupid ass lucky +Fuke roll 'em fat, kinda got my nose stuffy +All my niggas on gas, Quik Trip +And all my niggas gon' blast this shit +See, all y'all niggas doin' bad and shit +So really I'mma act a fuckin' ass this year +Trukfit on my neck, that Truk mean I'll truck your ass +She got junk up in her trunk, I guess it's time to take out the trash +And you thought this shit was over +Got paper like a fuckin' school folder +If her grass ain't cut, get the lawnmower +Tony, tell them bitches it's Libra gang +Vocal lessons, let the nina sing +Before I leave up out this bitch, they gon' know my fuckin' name +Birdman Jr. Junior! Fuck a dog, bitch I got a puma +Man these niggas' pussies stink, no wonder why I was smellin' tuna +Lame ass boys don't want no trouble, pussy niggas just a bunch of suckers +Smashing all they moms, you could call me a motherfucker +Man I'm about to act an ass and this shit here? Just a little tease +Pull big willie out my pants and all them girls say, "Hercules!" +Bitch I'm livin' B.I.G., my gun is little cease +If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just skeet right on her weave +Okay that gold pack in my pocket; I'm like a rag up in a socket? +And when I cock that nina nine, you better not cock block me +YM be the shit, I say, "Damn everybody else" +I be kicking girls out the condo, I got a black belt +Big bro said, "It's your time nigga" +You heard what the fuck the man said +Boy I body these verses, that's why they cost a arm and a leg +Left that coochie smokin', she gon' fail her drug test +My chain on freeze, call my shit under arrest +I'm gone! +[Outro] +Mike turn the mic off dog! +Fuck, I'm just playing around dog +Man cut the beat off before Tune get back!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trust Nobody[Chorus: Adam Levine] +I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends +I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end +I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else +And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me" +I've been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me +That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me +I've been lookin' at the cross and it just look like a "T" +Two fingers, I keep 'em crossed, I can't be lookin' for peace +I've been lookin' at the stars and they don't glisten for me +I've been lookin' in the mirror, he don't listen to me, sheesh + +[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +If I die before I wake (Yeah) +Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) +I lost count of my mistakes (Shit) +At least I learned along the way + +[Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +And I don't trust nobody (Nobody), not my lovers, not my friends (Nobody) +I don't make no promises (No promises), 'cause I know just how they'll end +And I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else (Nobody else) +And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me +You gon' find a bunch of motherfuckers lookin' like me +I ain't ever lookin' back because the light always green +Safe to say I lost my way, but I never lost the lead +Safe to say I lost the brakes, but I never lost the speed +Wakey-wake, I lost some sleep, but I never lost the dream +If you out there at the crossroads lookin' for me +You gon' find me with my eyes closed lookin' for grief + +[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +If I die before I wake (Yeah) +Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) +I lost count of my mistakes +At least I learned along the way + +[Chorus: Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends +I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end +I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else +And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself, yeah + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me," fuck4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Devastation[Hook: Gudda Gudda] +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +I’m a east side nigga + +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +I got the 2-2-3 cocked, I point it at yo melon +Loose lips sink ships so ain’t no motherfucking telling +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +Gas up the minivan, put the pumps in the trunk +Now I be sippin on something, they got me tilt to the side +All black ski mask, red chinese eyes +Now I’ve been hungry for years, I’mma take yo plate +I’ma eat yo steak dead in yo face +I woke up on a mission, I got 2 women I ride with +One named Nina and that yapper my side bitch +We size niggas up so wisely choose who you side with +Got something on my side that pack a kick – that’s my sidekick +I’m about that paper, roll the dice and get paid +And they can’t bite the hand I’m feeding with, I’m holding grenades +So I’mma talk my shit, I’mma live my life +I’mma nail yo girl, shit I did that twice +Gudda! + +[Hook: Gudda Gudda] +I’m a east side nigga +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Money don’t make itself +These niggas gon make me kill em +I should probably see a shrink but I’m afraid he’ll make me little +I’ve been a beast since I could remember +I got too many hoes, that’s my dilemma +Chop yo fuckin head off and put it on the front of my car like the emblem +Get em, I got Mike Banger on the beat, I got this banger on display +I just test-drove a new Lamborghini and got a A +Got a billion bitches, I’m lookin for the one that got away +And since all these niggas watching, ask them for the time of day +Fuck yall niggas I’m skating +Got yo ho at the skate park waiting +That dick keep her coming back, motherfucking reincarnation +I don’t want that pussy if it's spatious +Just give me fellatio +My bitch named Gigi give me head, I be like goodness gracious, fuck +Hi, my name is Tune, it’s nice to eat ya +I still keep that gun like a secret +Another one bites the dust, would you like to eat it? +Boy I have the people looking for you like a reason uh +You don't want to hit my blunt cause I been eating pussy all day +This gun got a hair trigger, I pull this bitch til it’s bald head +Ye ain’t got no bars nigga +Recharge, you going dead +Can’t kill me, I was born dead +Crowned of thorns head +Devil horns red, have my barn head +I’m a serial killer, yo lucky charm dead +And that trash bag, they find you arm leg leg leg arm head +Oh what a tangled web we weave I feel like daddy long legs +Hop out that Ferrari Spider for my boys at Rikers and all my lifers +My bitch say my dick is great +But I make her say it like Tony the Tiger +I own a rifle and I’m on the edge +I bop bop and I’m ridin off +I’m devastation, I’m Freddy Jason, Dedication 5, 5 stars +Tunechi7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Murda[Intro: Junior Reid] +Starting, why? +Why? +Why? +Yeah + +[Chorus: Junior Reid] +First degree murder +Beg them nuh push it further +This a nuh beef, we make burger +The youths, dem strapped with dem burner + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, real niggas say soowoo +And such and such killed such and such +The streets talk and bullshit walks on crutches, but +It's strut to strut +Niggas panic +Button pressing +The end is coming +Count your blessings +We living in the day and time +Where the ten commandments +Are now suggestions +How depressing +How infested +Click-clack, pow, intestines +Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies +I found the crevice +AK bullets move mountains +Break them bitches down to pebbles +That tough talk is like music to my ears +So keep it a capella +Based on a true story +We not worried, y'all too worried +I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous +Dread head from New Orleans +Where the youth, them got two choices +Shoot, or get shot, or a nigga choose for you +We murdered them +[Chorus: Junior Reid] +First degree murder +Beg dem nuh push it further +This a nuh beef, we make burger +The youths, dem strapped with dem burner +First degree murder +Beg dem nuh push it further +This a nuh beef, we make burger +'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner + +[Verse 2: Cory Gunz] +Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas +I ain't talking lacing no marijuana +Soon as I hatched, I reigned like a quail +And gave two fucks, I ain't a koala +My uncle gangsta, but I make him nervous +All he see in my face is murder +Waste a burner is my waste a furnace +I pace and turn and she'll face the thermos +First birthday wish was getting caked up +Shoot a nigga, wake up on the wake-up +Lay down in a model bitch A-cup +Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob +Play tough, tape off of this tape-up +Race off like some motherfuckin' makeup +Take off, looking for something to take up +Get the paper or you goin' in the paper? +Not horoscopes, but in the horror scope +Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope +They gave my nigga thirty for a jar of dope +But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap +Blowing so much, you sneezing dick +Believe in me, I don't believe in shit +Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip +It's Young Money 'til I'm in the freezer stiff, bitch +[Chorus: Junior Reid] +First degree murder +Beg them nuh push it further +This a nuh beef, we make burger +The youths, dem strapped with dem burner +First degree murder +Beg dem nuh push it further +This a nuh beef, we make burger +'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner + +[Verse 3: N.O. Capo] +It's all about the money, nigga, fuck the fame +Where we come from, shots ring, nigga, broad day +Lil' woadie said he had a chance, he'd do this shit again +Poppin' pills for the pain, but still won't feel a thing +It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game +Cartier frames got 'em looking at me strange +Why pre mostly heard and I'm rarely sane +Low-key can still get a brick off my name +Now I'ma tell you this here for my youngin 'nem +The same ones I hung the corners with, do numbers with +If it ever was a problem, watch 'em pull up quick +Caught an L sticking to the script, you know I switched +We now switch + +[Chorus: Junior Reid] +First degree murder +Beg dem nuh push it further +This a nuh beef, we make burger +The youths, dem strapped with dem burner +First degree murder +Beg dem nuh push it further +This a nuh beef, we make burger +'Cause the youths, dem strapped with dem burner +[Outro: Junior Reid] +Starting, why? +Why? +Why? +Yeah15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stuntin’[Intro: Drake] +(Dramatic, nigga!) +Well, alright, here I go + +[Verse 1: Drake] +I'm a rapper-turned-singer, and you can tell that he smoke +But I don't need my vocal cords, all I hit is C-notes +N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm pre-voked +I'm about to change the fucking game, pass the remote +Money is everything, and it's every other thing +I'm part of the choir, that's the motto that my brother sing +Cash is the right now, women are postgame +MoneyOverBitches dot com, check the domain +It's coming too soon, album on the way +People ask me if I pray, I say, "Yeah, once in a blue moon" +Oops, I mean a red moon, I did it again, Tune +Let me leave a space in for your Blood affiliation, I state +Heavy metaphors, flow so overweight +I could rap around these other young'un's like a cobra snake +Frostbite Drizzy, nigga, nobody as cold as Drake +Keep your ass in-line, don't be tryna roller skate +Fuck all the discrete shit, I get on some deep shit +I am 21, tell me, who do I compete with? +I'm on my elite shit, you could tell I'm real +'Cause I'm gettin' hood love and I ain't even talkin' street shit +Young Angel, Young Lion, I'm done tryin' +I'm just doin', who's drinkin'? 'Cause I'm buyin' +It's on me, everything is on me +And my girl is still down like she's fuckin' Jon B +And when I go dumb, I tend to do dumb shit +I just listened back and now I'm sounding like a trumpet +This for all the strippers 'cause I know that they gone bump it +Tell 'em, "Back it up and dump it, back it, back it up and dump it" +Ain't no pistols here, your money will disappear +My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year +Tax brackets and back-and-forth faxes +My money coming full circle, get up on my axis +Nebby, I'ma kill 'em, only 'cause I promised +They think I'm bein' cocky, but I'm only bein' honest +I'm swallowin' the Goose, got a model gettin' loose +And I never party 'less I got some bottles in the booth +I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this +I'm just havin' patience, 'cause I want it to make sense +White cup, orange pop, Tennessee State shit +Drop a four in it and appreciate the greatness, Drizzy +[Interlude: DJ Drama] +(Gangsta!) I just want y'all to remember +That this is the first mixtape you bumped +While you had a Black president + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, p-p-pass the dro +I am such a beast and you can ask them hoes +And they might even say you should leave me alone +And homie's scared, 'Cause his bitch like me +Stuntin' is a habit, get it from my daddy +Just like Shaggy, I tote that boom-bastic +I'm a rude bastard, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all +I ain't talkin' marbles, you can pluck my balls +And yes, I'm fallin', but up, I fall +And if your bitch in heat, she could fuck my dog +I went from penny pinchin' to private planes +Never sat on any benches, I got in games +Starter, Carter, ball harder +Ten girls, penthouse suite, y'all order +Whatever y'all please: wine, crackers, and cheese +They take off their clothes and put on my tees +The supplement I've taken got me feelin' mighty +My gun and money don't split, call that shit Siamese +Yes, my watch make the frickin' time freeze +Your girl bless me, she suck my dick and I sneeze +Cheap-ass apartment, just the kitchen I need +And 18 G's is why the chicken crossed the street +Whatcha know 'bout it? My niggas so about it +If you kill everybody, they can't go to court about it +Weezy, I ignore the liars, baby, I ignite the fire +I am like a Michael Myers, leave your body in the dryer +Got the shotty on the side of me, my bad boys follow me +I'm a bad boy, obviously, pop one at your Ivy League +I don't have a rivalry, if so, you'll have a cah-sualty +Oops, I meant "a casualty," oops, I meant catastrophe" +Oops, I meant, actually, you niggas is just ass to me +And big, wet pussy is more like what I'm rather-ing +Welcome to the gathering, welcome to the burying +Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery +You got short salary, and I got long money +I got Cash Money, I got Young Money, bitch (Gangsta!) +[Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] +See, I told y'all it'd be well worth the wait, right? +Dedication 3! +Chris, fuck with me! +C'mon, it's Mr. Thanksgiving you're talking about +Thing's for sure5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Back On My Grizzy[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Chop, chop chop +Yeah +Chop, chop chop +Drought 3 +Chop, chop chop +Hahaha! +Chop, chop chop +Yeah +Scott Storch + +[Verse 1 (false start): Lil Wayne] +Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? +Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back +Bi—Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? +Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it back, bi—bi—bi—bi— + +[Break: Lil Wayne] +Chop, chop chop +Hahaha! +Chop, chop chop +You ready now? Cut me up, Drew +Chop, chop chop +Cut the music up, baby +Chop, chop chop +Yeah, I'm going in, haha! +Scott Storch +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at? +If you fuck with Young Money, Young Money, where you at? +Like the Energizer Bunny with a battery pack +Boy, that chopper keep drumming, like brr-at-da-dat-dat +Or "Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum," and I'm so young +But I'm a giant, like, "Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum" +Just bought a new crib inside Sodom +Got some money put away in case the hurricane come +I'm a fucking shame, huh? Yeah, I know, yeah, I know +I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes +I go out my way just to get my 'dro and my dough +'Cause I love it more than I love my hoes, yes I doh's +I got gasoline coming out my pores, I'm a torch +I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch, and a Porsche +I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch +Rifles by the forts, and we shoot up courts +The judge just a bitch, the jury suck dick +I'm a Eastside Blood, and I don't smoke that Crip +I smoke that kush, first name "Bubba" +First name "Young," last name "Stunna" +Carter in the office, take notes when I'm talking +Smooth as a cruise boat, floats when I'm walking +I boast 'cause I'm balling, I'm 'posed to be balling +When I'm on the phone with bitches, man, the money keep calling! +You ain't satisfied 'til your son'll be calling +Telling you where to leave the money in the morning +OK, you want a zombie movie instead +That's when you walk in your house, and everybody dead +Yeah, I could take a shit where I stand—where I stand! +And watch you pussies piss in your pants +You ain't a man, you're a ho, I could kill him with the flow, yeah +And then play the guitar at the fucking funeral +Big guns so they drinking big shots +And my gang go Saddam Hussein and missile-launch +The Korean call me "Wayne Chang"—now listen, ma +I don't know karate, but after the brain, I'll kick you out +You niggas suck like Tony Romo, no homo +And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo, yeah! +I'm the man in this bitch +They say money talks; well, I'm the ventriloquist +And if I ever jump, I'll probably land in your bitch +Boy, that ho colder than my hand and my wrist +Boy, I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint +And when I'm done, this track will need a couple bandages +I be with savages, and I'm above average +I'm a crazy-ass star like a fucking asteri'k +You niggas can't see me, I'm on my Casper shit +Running so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch +The club like a grocery, I just bag a bitch +And you know I'm gon' score like Deion after picks +I'm rollin' on a pill, she get that morning-after dick +And when my roll came down, guess what I did after it? +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I pop-popped, and took some Patrón shots +I pop-popped, and took some Grey Goose shots +I pop-popped +Yeah +Young Money, bitch, and if you niggas wanna do it +We chop-chop, and leave your back on the block +We pop cops, and ain't no rats on my block, I got shop +I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay' +Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Hahaha! +Young Money, bitch +Drought 3, in your neck, pussy +Haha! Like a Adam's apple, nigga +Weezy Baby, the God, amen—gone!12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Green and Yellow[Intro] +I got Nosk in here with me +This ain't a diss song +But uh + +[Hook] +Yeah huh-huh, you know what it is +I'm a Cheesehead, y'all niggas Cheez-Whiz +Pittsburgh Steelers, that's nothing +That Superbowl ring, that's stunting +Up in your town when you see me you know everything +Green and yellow green and yellow +Green and yellow green and yellow +I put it down, representing for my team +I'm in +Green and yellow green and yellow +Green and yellow green and yellow + +[Verse 1] +Money green, yellow broad +Aaron Rodgers: MVP award +This is Green Bay, bitch we go hard +This is Packer country, where's your Green card? +Terrible towels, that shit is bo-ring +We got the ball, you know we scoring +Yeah, and that's how we rocking, heavy metal +I'm up in this bitch with more Bloods than a blood vessel +Pitt going down, say hello to the devil +Just beat the Bears, now we got the Steelers on the schedule +Yeah, no love for them, breaking hearts +We gonna toast these niggas...Pop-tarts +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Got a call from my homie, this just in +The Packers in the Superbowl, and they better win +They call him Big Ben, but he weak though +We in Dallas but we Lambeau Leap, ho +Long hair don't care: Clay Matthews +We shitting on these fools, no bathroom +Got a pocket full of big faces +Throw it up, touchdown on Ike Taylor + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Huh...big Gs on the helmet +Steel Curtain, what is that, velvet? +If we win, I'm-a throw a Superbowl party +And blow a cigar like Vince Lombardi +I'm in Wisconsin, smoking Amsterdam +Yeah, I'm from New Orleans but I've been a Packers fan +We knocked the Eagles and the Falcons and the Bears off +Now we about to cut Troy Polamalu hair off + +[Hook] +[Outro] +Uh, go pack go +Uh, go pack go +Uh, we yelling go pack go + +I gotta say this ain't a diss song +I do love my team +Yeah, that's the team with the big 'G's on the helmet +You know what it is +Oh yeah... Young Mula Baby5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Put Some Keys On That[Intro] +Weed and syrup is the combination +And the inspiration is you pussy-ass niggas +I just realized y'all can't fuck with me +And you never will, bitch-ass niggas +Weezy F. Baby, believe that +Haha, yeah + +[Verse] +I got them 24-inches, sitting on them Joe Buddens +And the trunk straight jumping, bitch, I can't hear nothing +Or I might do the Spurs, sitting on them Tim Duncans +And in that Lamborghini, I do donuts like Dunkins +How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck him? +But I just feed 'em drugs and just watch 'em fuck each other +My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was another +It make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle +I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle +Peyton Manning flow: I just go, no huddle +Baby girl getting straight dick, no cuddle +You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle— +I'ma put some D's on that bitch +And these hoes starting to get like fleas on my shit +Have you seen her? Who? Nina, she's on my hip +Yellow-white diamonds, call it "cheese on them grits" +You niggas ain't balling +Real talk, you niggas can't guard me +Two niggas can't guard me, you looking at Jordan +From the side, like Spike at the Garden +I got the hardest bars, call me the warden +Yeah, excuse me, pardon +I break a bitch down like Tonya Harding +Bitch, I'm col', not dude off Martin +Pockets just fat like the Klumps and Norbit +Bitch, I'm fly like a magic carpet +And bitch, I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit +See, I'ma take it and go bring it back to New Orleans +And bitch, I'ma shine in the land of darkness +In which I'ma grind 'til my stacks is tall as a wall is +And I'm high, don't wan' know how deep the fall is +No, I can't come down +And every time I send my girl out of town— +I put some keys on that bitch +I'm a certified gangsta +Haters make me nauseous, the money make me anxious +Listen how my words are poetic like Langston +Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston +But I come from Hollygrove, seventeen, danger zone +So many C-notes, I can sing a song +T-top coupe, looking like a thong +Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong +I don't wan' be right if gettin' high is wrong +My eyes so low, I look like I'm from Hong Kong +Boy, I got more green than the Bishop Don Juan +OK, I'm not a rookie, I'm a pro... -methazine fiend +Make the homies say, "Ho!" and make all the girlies scream +I am a vegetarian, man, I only eat beats +Wear a lot of carats, and I smoke the best greens +No beef in my grocery bag +Just some Swishers and a whole bunch of cans of whoop-ass, ha +I'm strapped, like a bookbag +So anyone of y'all can come on and get a foot tag +D.O.A, ride all night +Sleep, no way—sleep when I lay +Six feet deep, and until that day +I'ma be living like it is that day +Yeah, I keep holding on +I said, "Bitch, I been hot; bitch, the stove been on" +If you don't like it, I roll over and roll along +Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on +Yeah, some cool shorts and my Kobes on +Looking slicker than the lane that you bowling on +If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told you wrong +Bitch, I'm bubbling like soda foam in a Styrofoam... cup +You know what's in my styrofoam? "What?" +S-Y-R-up! +That's my car, yup—Vrooommmmm! Errr! +I'm gone28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Groupie Gang[Intro: DJ Drama] +Y'all know what this is +Tunechi Gang +Pump, what's up? + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Lean made me swerve in the cruising lane (swerve) +Your money funny like Pootie Tang +Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve) +New password, new username (yahh) +My new teams loves having newer things (yahh) +One phone call and my jeweler came +I bought you and you and you and you and you a chain (brrp) +Daddy got bust at the gun range (tah!) +My drugs cost more than your mortgage (mortgage) +The hoes gon' throw 'em out regardless (regardless) +I'ma throw the hoes another party +Nigga, I ain't got hoes, I got an audience, damn +Every week fashion week, runway (runway) +Fly the bitch overseas, one way (one way) +The bitch come around here and go both ways +Made her eat so much pussy, need a lunch break, damn +She don't even hable inglés (inglés) +Got the booty with the thighs and a shrunk waist (damn) +And right between her thighs is an entreé (damn) +And she know I'ma need more than one plate, yeah +And I look up in the sky through my sun shades (yeah) +Lookin' in the eyes of a sun ray +I ask it "Can I shine," it say "All day" +Made the sign of cross over the heart ray, amen +Boom-bang, red beam, blue flame (blue flame) +Tunechi got clique like Hussein (Hussein) +Stick that kick like Liu Kang +My bitch got tits and two chains +Damn, I'm tied to the track of a money train (money train) +You blind to the fact, that's a fucking shame (fucking shame) +I still countin' bread with the butter stains (ooh!) +Got the world on my back, you got puppet strings, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang +Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came +My clique love sipping Houston drank +Yeah, that's purple, magenta, and fuchsia, man (yah) +My bitch love watching Boomerang (yah) +My kids love watching Stranger Things +It's guerilla warfare, y'all orangutans (ooh) +She gon' hit the cocaine like a hurricane (yah) +It gon' make her do a whole lot of other things (yah) +It gon' make her takeoff then jump off of the plane +Make her race racecars in the lovin' lane, pyong! +Make her drop the top in the summer rain +Make her pussy come again, tell these pussies "Come again" +Fuck her hard fuck her soft, she want love and pain +She gon' have to walk it off or do the running man (pyong!) +Nigga, fuck the game, fuck the game, fuck the game +What they think it's wonderland? Think it's fun and games (nah) +These funny ass niggas think they Martin Payne +Try to walk it like you talk it, never walk again (ayy!) +Hundred thousand flat in a rubber band +But I could get you whacked for some pocket change (brrp) +And my niggas snap like the paparazzi gang (brrat) +And you know they say a picture say a thousand things (brrp) +She wanna be with me and feel alive again +She wanna join a gang but she gotta train +I never knew her name, still forgot her name +Thots shall never ever thot again +I flew her to Columbia, her body changed (pssh!) +She came back home with the model frame +Now all the hoes wanna know her doctor name +All these hoes looking for a power change, brrt +Damn, who that is? Him? Not again (not again) +He don't get the picture 'til it's out the frame (out the frame) +Nigga washed up like a box of Gain (box of Gain) +He don't get the scripture 'til the choir sang +Amen, Tunechi mane, Tunechi mane, mula gang (mula gang) +Live life, Superman running through the veins +Street smart, nigga, I could be a tutor mane +My shooters aim at your motherfucking pupil, mane, bang +Don't talk stupid, it's your block, we gon' be loopin', mane (skrt!) +My gang stay away from the trooper gang +Spit flame like my name King Koopa, mane +But if the pussy sweet, you can call me Sugar Shane, yayy! +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang +Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Your bitch out of my groupie gang +Can't blame her, I give you to blame +Eat xan bars like Nutrigain +Coochi better smell like sushi mane +Another pain pill, that'll sooth the pain +Tunechi mane, Tunchi mane, mula gang +Groupie gang, groupie gang +Groupie gang, groupie gang +Your bitch out of my groupie gang +Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came +My bitch love to do hookah mane +My black barbies got booty fame (damn) +My white barbies got Hooters fame (damn) +I'm a eye doctor that you should blame (yeah) +When she tell you she don't wanna see you again (yuh) +The lean made me swerve in the crusing lane (swerve) +Your money funny like Pootie Tang (ha) +Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing (swerve) +New password, new username, ayy + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Thots shall never ever thot again +Thots shall never ever thot again +Thots shall never ever thot again +Thots shall never ever thot again2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Ceilings (Pop That)[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +I say pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +You gotta pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that +No ceilings + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay: pockets on He-Man, I get it if I demand +Man, I do it big, to me you niggas wee, man +'Bout to go Pecans, I beat it like three hands +Weezy in the building, you other niggas freelance +I dont give a fizzuck, I done got my shit up +I gotta do a bid; that's push-ups, sit-ups +Fuck with Young Money, bitch nigga get hit up +N-Nigga, "fuck" can't even fuck with us +I'm a Eastside nigga, yeah, Eastside, nigga +Where the muthafucking beef gets deep-fried, nigga +Nigga couldn't see me with three eyes, nigga +You’s a bitch: no U-N-I-T-Y, nigga +On the mic I’m like Pac, I'm like B-I, nigga +Whoever don’t agree come and see my nigga +I'll be waiting in my mansion, seaside nigga +Young muthafucking M-O-N-E-Y, nigga +[Bridge] +Hurt no, hurt no +I dont wanna hurt no, hurt no +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight +I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +Everyday pushing me, pushing me + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +I say pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +You gotta pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that +No ceilings + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Okay: Cool & Dre, this is No Ceilings +I do this all day; I got bars, no railings +Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing +Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon +Young Weezy F, the 'F' is not for failing +Swagger just dumb, call it Sarah Palin +If you niggas fly, then I must be parasailing +We-We are not the same, I'm a mutherfucking alien +[Verse 3: Birdman] +Back on my saddle with my tool in my hand +Uptown real nigga, bitch, landed in the sand +Back home, nigga, did it for the land +For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand +High life, give a fuck about your stripes, homie +Killer kill, killer spend your bin daily, homie +Turn left get your switch turned off, nigga +Turn right and get your shit took off, nigga +Fuck Grey Goose, cause we higher than we ever been +More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds +Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor +High floor situation from the bottom floor +Born in the middle, shining like a diamond +Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll, nigga +On 24s, fucking all these hoes, nigga +High life: getting money then we go, nigga + +[Outro] +Hurt no, hurt no +I dont wanna hurt no, hurt no +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight +I dont wanna hurt nobody tonight +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +Everyday pushing me, pushing me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Popular[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Yeah! +She got that good good +She Michael Jackson bad +I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass +She got that good good +She Michael Jackson bad +I'm-I'm attracted to her + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh! +She a monster, I’m her sponsor +She run through my head, Chris Johnson +I’ma tackle her, get in back of her +Bust that open suck that pussy like the Dracula +What your man doing? Tell him fall back +Throw that pussy at me, baseball bat +I kiss her where she point +I make her lose her voice +I see her when I want, call that viewers choice +Number one lover, she want none other +Don't need another one when we got one another +I take her out and then I take her down +I beat it up twelve rounds + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +She-she got that good good +She got that got that good +She got, she got that got that +She got that good good +She Michael Jackson bad +I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass +[Hook: Lil Twist] +Okay, I’m watching you baby +And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby +On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby +Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby Okay, I’m watching you baby +And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby +On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby +Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh! +She a monster, but im a beast though +Take her clothes off, with my teeth though +I beat slow or I can hit it fast +I do it how she ask, and I cum last +I bust her ass, we tear it down +Then I gotta split like James Brown +Its all love, I come back around +And if she back it up, then-then I back it down +Tell me something is you ready for me baby +Take this beast up out my pants and let you pet it for me baby +My dick on professor Klump jump on this Eddie for me baby +And when you fuck with me they give you credit for it baby yeah + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +She-she got that good good +She got that got that good +She got, she got that got that +She got that good good +She Michael Jackson bad +I'm attracted to her wit her attractive ass +[Hook: Lil Twist] +Okay, I’m watching you baby +And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby +On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby +Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby Okay, I’m watching you baby +And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby +On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby +Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Uh! +She got that good good she Michael Jackson bad +I’m attracted to her for her atractive ass +So pack your bags, I fly you in +Soon as she land, we get it in +She love to put her legs around my neck +I promise if I fuck her harder she gon' choke me to death ha +And its always wet, don't know if she the best I ever had +But she's the best I had yet + +[Hook: Lil Twist] +Okay, I’m watching you baby (uh) +And thinking about all of the things that I can do baby +On top of the world when I'm on top of you baby +Spend the night with me and get popular baby, po-popular baby (yeah) +[Outro Lil Twist & Lil Wayne] +Hey and you get popular baby (Lil Twist) +And like a cradle I'll be rockin' you baby (yeah) +I feel good when I'm on top of you baby +So I'mma stay on top of you baby, hey + +You`ll be popular baby +I'll be rockin you baby +I'm on top of you baby +And I'mma stay on top of you baby hahaha + +Young Mula baby5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Young[Intro] +Gangsta— +Gangsta— +Gangsta Grizzils + +[Verse] +Well, tonight I found my price to the spender +And she cried about our life to the listener +And she asked me for advice, so I pimped her +Turn that chicken head to a chicken tender +In a Wraith, in a Wraith, out of state license plates +I got yay an AK and a temper +In a Wraith, in a Wraith +Don't know how I'm drivin' straight +I sipped a lake of that grape, thirst quencher, oh +Girl, fuck with him and get your money +You fuck with me, you missin' money, then you miss your molly +I get the money, spend the money, then I miss the money +But it come right back, right back, right back +That's that Frisbee money +That's Santa climbin' down the chimney, money with the duffy +It come back, run around the gang, yeah that's some dizzy money +The Humpty Dumpty, she get on that dick, she's very comfy +I put a Rolie on her wrist, she used to wear a scrunchy +Party times, Tunechi wise +Wifey's size, truly lies +Booty, thighs, bougie pride +Gucci slides, moody, tired +Woozy, high, movie night +Jacuzzi time, ooo-ee, ahh +Dinner, prime; sushi, wine +And for dessert I have the cutie-pie +Lied about the price to the spender +And I lied about my height on Tinder +And if I hit it one time I won't remember +But can't forget it if she bring another member +Double date, double date +In a Wraith, in a Wraith +Bitch, I'm eatin' full plate like November +In a Wraith, in a Wraith +In a different mind state +Let her sniff some snowflakes and call her Winter (yah) +Fuck with him and get the money +Then come fuck with me and split the money +I'll fuck her when she with her buddy +She guzzle dick and kiss her buddy +She said I love you when he send some money +I said I love you give your pimp some money +And she don't ask how much she just come dump it +And I don't ask how high I just start jumpin' +You ain't know I kiss below the button, what +Girl close your eyes and let me show you somethin', what +And if you ride me like the road is bumpin', what +I leave my key in and the motor runnin', what +Oh my god I hope they kissin' cousins +If they not it's gon' be consequences, repercussions +Woah, I just count a hundred thousand hundreds +And I told my babe ride the wave, Cowabunga +Lied about her night to her nigga +Her vagina 'bout to cry me a river +If she ask me for advice and I igged her +But she know it wasn't me, it was the sizzurp +Gotta wait, gotta wait +'Til I wake, 'til I wake +I wake up and tell bae how much I missed her +She looks straight in my face then start pointin' to the space +Where she want it on her face, she's particular +[Outro] +Y-O-U-N-G with money, yeah +We Y-O-U-N-G with money +Y-O-U-N-G with money +Y-O-U-N-G with money +Ayo, Stunna nigga need his money +You heard somethin' Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da, ooh +Y-O-U-N-G with money +I hear us comin', six shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s All I Have[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Nigga ain't let me catch my breath +Nah, you heard me? + +[Verse 1: Tyga] +Ahhh! Peek-a-boo, bitch! (Yeah) Swag scare your kids (Huh?) +My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit (Really) +Gorillas in the mist, pro-Black: pump they fist +I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips (Blah) +Silence lambs, bitch (Yes), run through your land tripping (Hahaha) +Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can you? (No) +If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas (Ha) +This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house slippers (Ah) +I like my bitches simple: lay back, relax your mental (Bitch) +Shit, you know what I do; now, tell me what you tryna get into +The man car's rented (Right), the man car killing (Yes) +Gossiping? Man, fuck the car! Look at the man in it, ha! +Ha! Boys-to-man business (Yes), we don't hire bitches (No) +Just fire bitches: Young Money fire-spitters (Ahhh) +Them red ants is with us (Haha), and they ain't ate they dinner (No) +Begin the feast; feet lying, fatality finish +I'm killin these records, they put me in Guinness +I really don't give a f-fuck if you witness +You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it +I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage +I cuss a lot 'cause, bitch, I'm serious, Young No-Beard +Get soup, like gumbo with shrimp +Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch +[Break: Lil Wayne] +Now, my dog, T, was just rocking, you heard me? +Hit the weed, T! You heard me? + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ugh! now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat +But I weather the storm, I'm a lightning streak, ugh +Weezy F. Baby, I do it big—weigh me +Them crazy freaky bitches tryna Cirque du Soleil me +Got some new bitches, Trel got em' laughin' +The one that gave me head could suck the nail out a casket +Shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet +Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon +Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant +I keep a house full, nigga—call me Bob Saget +Spending time backwards, hotter than a cactus +And we ain't in the building—we the fucking contractors +Y—YM, motherfucker, why hate it? +Young Money down your throat, you gotta stay hydrated +Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady +Open up your mouth, and catch a bomb, baby, haha! +Good morning, dude, Eagle-Street-Corner Tune +Long dough, no shortbread, no Lorna Doone +I'm warnin' you: We on the move +Bunch of female dogs and garden tools +That's bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow +Hi—Hip-hop was washed up +So I brought some change to finish my load +I load millions and more millions +Money to the ceilings? Nigga, No Ceilings! I'm out! +[Verse 3: Shanell] +Step up in this bitch, five o'clock in the morning +The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning +I'ma get that worm now; tell 'em it's my turn now +Y'all niggas need a lesson, on some ethic—you gon' learn now +I do this for the love of it; saliva, 'cause I love to spit +And I juke it; for my future records y'all gon' love to spin +Fucking with my bred'ren, 10 years strong +And he put them dreads in: Silver, John Long +But he's more like platinum; hold up, here's a napkin +Pick your jaw up off the floor, and tuck your tongue right back in +Tell me, where is Mack Maine? + +[Outro: Shanell] +That's all I have!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What’s Wrong with Them[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Life on the rocks +Too hard to swallow +So we get high till it feel like the sky low +Ya’ll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo +Money is the song +Pockets on high note +Do Re Mi Fa So +I rock like a fossil +Big boss shit, Paul Castellano +Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo +That's that nine nigga ughh, Rondo +Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world +To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl +The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl + +[Refrain: Nicki Minaj] +This is times up +Put your signs up +They done picked my dude +Out the line up +Baby what the fuck is wrong with them +What the fuck is wrong with them +You see many you call +Very few are chosen +Looking at the wall +You can feel them close in +Baby what the fuck is wrong with them +What the fuck is wrong with them +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Mind over matter, money over all +The world is on my shoulders +Should I dust my shoulders off? +Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls +Fuck the bullshit but just don’t fuck it raw +Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I’m going +And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin +Sanity kills so I live the crazy life +I wonder if they'll pay attention if I change the price +Life is my wife, till death do us part +Man I’m fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart +Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art + +[Refrain] + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat +Y’all ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat +Disrespectful on the beat, Borat +Fuck the system and the pussy wasn’t all that +Yeah, now time’s getting shorter +Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now +Don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border +So much money piled up, I’m a motherfucking hoarder +[Refrain]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m That Nigga[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga +I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga +Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas +Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl, fuck these niggas +I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love +I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love +You love to hate, you love to hate +You love to hate, hey, hey + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds +I'm waitin', count it for me, I got all day, nigga, I ain't rushin' +Overpaid, fuck a budget (Yeah) +I'm overdue, I ain't budgin' (Yeah) +I want my bread, fuck the muffins (Yeah) +Without my cream I'm sour onion (Yeah) +I pour codeine in a LeBron Sprite (A LeBron Sprite) +Pop a Percocet, I feel like Iron Mike (I feel like) +Strip club, I make 30K, skydive +I get head on a high-rise, my life awesome +I thank God mama didn't have an abortion (Yeah) +So every time I get paid she get a portion (She get a) +I made a fortune (I made a) +I'm havin' foursomes (I'm havin') +Don’t have to force 'em (No) +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +'Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga +I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga +Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas +Fuck these niggas, on second thought, baby, don't fuck these niggas +I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love +I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love +You love to hate, you love to hate +You love to hate, hey, hey +[Verse 2: HoodyBaby] +Goin' berserk, I been whippin' the work +Grimy as fuck, I sell a brick in the church +Now baby, pass me my Hammer, go bail my bro out the slammer +Soon as I pour up this Fanta, I'm kickin' ass in Atlanta +I'm in L.A. with some women, I'm in Miami with hoes +Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose +My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4 +They got coke on the table, they got dope on the floor +You're really reading me wrong, phone roamin' in Rome +It's like I set it in stone, we blowin' blunts of the strong +My safe like steak, I'm tryin' to filet mignon +What's left to say, I say we kill 'em and gone + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +'Cause I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga +I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, that nigga nigga +Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas +Fuck these niggas, on second thought, baby, don't fuck these niggas +I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love +I'm that nigga you love, I'm that nigga you love +You love to hate, you love to hate +You love to hate, hey, hey +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Crazy 'bout my money (Crazy) +Psycho 'bout my money (Psycho) +Spiteful 'bout my money +Bow, snipe about my money +Yeah, kill you behind my money +I really need a lot of money (Yep) +My bitch like nice things +And my children grew out them Huggies, yeah +I pour codeine in a Jones soda (Jones soda) +Pop a Percocet, I feel like Balboa (Balboa) +Roger that, 10-4, psh, man over (Over) +These sluts just want my nuts, I feel like granola +Oh, I pass time like a Backwood (Backwood) +I gets high off that good, but I land good (Land good) +I'm flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good (Yeah) +These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, the nigga nigga +I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga +Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, I ain't these niggas +Fuck these niggas, these niggas niggas, girl, fuck these niggas +I'm the nigga you love, I'm the nigga you love +I'm the nigga you love, I'm the nigga you love +You love to hate, you love to hate +You love to hate, hey, hey +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga +Because I'm the nigga, the nigga +Because I'm the nigga, girl, fuck these, girl, fuck these niggas +On second thought, baby, don't fuck these niggas +Pullin' triggers, my home up diggers, don't try me, nigga +Pullin' triggers, my come up figures, don't try me, nigga +I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, I'm not them niggas +I'm that nigga, that nigga nigga, now I'm that nigga, yeah18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Darlin BabyCan I dig it +When you baby me +Oooh oooh, oooh +My darl +Oooh +My darling baby +You're in + +[Lil Wayne] +Uh, more beautiful than the world +Word, matter of fact beautiful ain't the word +Unexplainable is the beauty of her +And I will be the race car hitting her curves +Errrrr +I drive her crazy, stupid retarded +Yeah and then I park it +She got a smile on her that put a smile on me +She cater to me she get all destiny child on me +She ride for me even though I got miles on me +She gon ride till the day they put flowers on me +Thats my darling +And I love it, yeh +Thats my, yeh +So sweet she bad for me +But she so good I'll take the cavity +Falling for her like how safe is gravity +I'll make your girl about face and marry me +Hahahaha, yeh +I do, do you +[Drake] +But ahhh, the things I'm willing to do to her +I wish I could have a threesome with two of her +I would sing a love song if I knew the words +But I'll be damned if another nigga do it first +Cos you the one, damn I think I see the sun +I guess that mean you gotta run +Well holla at me when you done + +[Hook] +Can I dig it +When you baby +Woop woop woop +My darling baby + +[Drake] +Uhh +She nothing like every other dime +I think about her and couple things come to mind +Thoughts like if she end up my baby mother fine +Cos we only use a rubber like every other time +Oooh, I bet she so embarrassed +I had to take her ass to Paris +Give her the moments that she cherish +You know +[Lil Wayne] +Yep +She got it coming to her like an heiress +And anything she want I Will like Farris +Oops I meant ferris and in the coupe I tint very light +So them hating bitches can see me and you at every light +Oooh, and I hope its one of them long lights +I mean I hope its one of them long nights +No wrong turns, ain't no such things as a wrong right + +[Drake] +Uh yeah +You make me feel so good +And every time we cut I swear it heals so good +Its been over a year that shit is still so good +No adjusting for you, you know just what to do and all +Yea, oh and I love it +See I'm trying to make it public +I think the glass slipper does fit + +[Lil Wayne] +And yesterday I told her she a muthafucker +And how her new haircut is so becoming of her +Oh thats your girl, well I'mma make a women of her +Never do to another what we do one another +Now thats a numbers for ya, and i'll give up my summers for ya +Yeah I'll spend my winters and my springs on it +And put a ring on it, eyy +[Hook] + +[Drake] +Uhh, just say yes not no +The club is overrated baby lets not go +Lets stay home and burn a couple calories +Fuck the house up and make the maid earn a salary +Yeah I cook you dinner if you cook me breakfast +They say that nobodies perfect but you look perfected +I really love to be the one you took a step with +So trust me when I tell you it'd be worth the effort + +[Lil Wayne] +Shes unbelievable like a purple leopard +Just give me the formula watch me work the method +Hehe, Weezy F, I prefer the best shit +And babe you the fucking best +You deserve a trophy +You could be my four leaf clover +Her clothes aren't tight nigga their cosy +And when she turn around they say Whoa like Joey +Thats my baby +And I love it +Yeah, Young Money2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life of Mr. Carter[Refrain] +What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson +You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons +Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices," woah + +[Verse 1] +What's harder, love or Mr. Carter? +Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal +Shit, who's wrong? Who's right? Just ask my lawyer +Right or wrong, I'm still gon' take his advice, he take my orders +I'll be a-okay instead of alright, or kinda-sorta +And before I ever take that for granted, I take the charges +See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber +If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us +Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus +I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cater-cornered +And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard +But I'm nauseous from my ups-and-downs and back-and-forwards +Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on you +So I smile for the cameras and hide from the reporters +Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my motor +Shoulder shruggin' in this bitch 'cause the world is on my shoulders, shit +What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water +Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures +Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion? Woah +What's harder, death or Mr. Carter? +Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder? +I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter? +Knock on wood, but with the wood comes termites and turmoil" +What's easier, to change diapers or back to normal? +Times are changing like Father Time just lost his father +What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow? +Or to break hearts or get your heart broke? I don't know +[Refrain] +I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter? +School or Mr. Carter? The news or Mr. Carter? +Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter? +Judge or Mr. Carter? Court and order, yeah" + +[Verse 2] +What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor +I pile up the dope and roll it tight like UnderArmour +Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas +I got homies from the old school, and we been lost our diplomas +Got some hoes from California, think they shit smell like begonias +Got a bone to pick? I pick it 'til you're boneless +Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment, how you want it? +When in Hell, I'm a Roman; head on fire, I'm a comet +Heat up out my abdomen, and you know me +Man, I'm all about my business, business handle business for me +I know you know life's a bitch, turned her to a business woman, mind your business +I'm sayin', "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter? +Should I call you Mystery? Because I'm right here to solve you +And if you start to smell fear or fright, I sprayed it on you" +I made it, and when I made it, you hate it, I made it, on you +You know the streets talk, my nigga, don't make 'em argue +Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you +I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy you, they enjoy you +[Outro] +I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?"14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Seat Down Low[Intro] +Yeah +It's me and T, man +T.I. +Dot-com, bitch! Hahaha! +T.I.P., fuck with your boy +Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen +T.I.—and he is the king, bitch +Don't get that shit twisted +And me? I am the best rapper alive—ladies and gentlemen, hello! +This is Da Drought 3 +And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but, uh... +I guess I'll go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats, man +Listen + +[Verse] +I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked +Riding with a bad ho with her girlfriend in the back +I like to get real high, and I never look back +And you don't wanna try, man—don't I look strapped? +I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fucking with it +Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted +And a collar Polo and a pair of Bally Bucks +Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us +Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR, I trust +Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw, I bust +And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus +What happens on my bus stays on my bus +And that white widow weed out the jar is a must +If you give me a cigar, then a cigar, I'll bust +Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff +Look ma, I'm tryna make a porno, starring us +Well, not just us—a couple foreign sluts +Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darling +I be with Jim Jones, and we be balling—balling? +Yeah, baby, we balling, like Rawlings and Spalding +Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am— +Leaning like a three-legged lion, climbing— +Right to the top of the motherfucking mountain, counting +I'm gonna need me and a accountant to count it +Mannie got this fucking beat pounding—it's pounding +But it was just lost until I found it—I found it +Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it +Put this bitch to sleep—fucking right—I nightgowned it +Niggas talkin cheap; tell them niggas, "Pipe down, bitch!" +Bloods in the building, and now, everybody soundless +Beating up this track like a motherfucking round-fist +Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma spit, like a long kiss +I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this— +Planet, I know; see, I live by my only +Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni? +Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey +Candy on candy, nigga, gripping the grain +See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain +I am so, so New Orleans +Like 18-25-TULANE! +[Outro] +Hahaha.... See, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin bout +And if you don't, fuck you +Hahaha +I say what I want +And I don't want nothing +'Cause I got everything, bitch4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Weezy’s Ambitions[Intro] +Money, money, money +Get a dolla and a dick +Weezy baby dat crack +Mother fucker get a fix +Got money out the ass +No homo +But im rich +Boutta … + +Money, money, money +Get a dollar and a dick +Weezy baby dat crack +Mother fucker get a fix +Got money out the ass +No homo +But im rich +Boutta … + +[Verse] +Money money money get a dollar and a dick +Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix +Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich +Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES +Yep, I'm a muthafucking trip +I'mma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit +900 to a grand get chu 28 grams +If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man +And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing +Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring +Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine +And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM +Young Tunechi that's what my people call me +Fifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off me +I drink alotta syrup Bitches say im sleep walkin +Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea +Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip +And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly +Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties +Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target +Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded +We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain +Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant +I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing +And I don't ever write, pause +Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin +Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in +Put a pillow under ya knees +And keep ya jaws in +All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet +They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling +Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy +But my father rich as fuck All my brothers left the family +We said fuck it, Bought 2 houses in miami +I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me +Any rapper wanna get at me +Tell ya label contact me +Hundred for a feature +Wanna battle ill beat cha +I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita +Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason +Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even +There's a 305 diamond I wanted ever since I seen her +Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming +Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina +Nada, Sim seemer, Ten keys in the Beamer +Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner +I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon +Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living +Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do +Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks +And bring me that Patrone, I don't play +No ice I like my drink straight, not gay +And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid +I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed +I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs +Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days +Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov +Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old +And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove +Sorry mommy I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed +Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes +Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes +Price sizing for a show and the flow +So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe +Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve +If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gettin Some Head[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I was gettin' some head +Gettin', gettin' some head +I was gettin' some head +Gettin', gettin' some head +I was gettin' some head head +Gettin', gettin' some head +I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop +I was gettin' some head +Gettin', gettin' some head +I was gettin' some head +Gettin', gettin' some head +I was gettin' some head head +Gettin', gettin' some head +I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ridin' with a bitch I call hot mouth Shelly +She pop them ecstasies and get that cottonmouth heavy +I give her a bottle of water bitch break out sweatin' +And then she get straight to that head like a fuckin' excedrin +I'm a fly ass nigga take a look at me bitch +Now ho go and tell the cops I gotta crook in my dick +Straight gut a bitch open like a hook in a fish +I got a lady from Paris that french kiss my shit +Yea why you think I gotta tint my whips +'Cause I be gettin' some head, right in my shit +You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch +And if you kiss that woman, than you suck my dick +These hoes is nasty, y'all niggas is trippin' +I got a bitch with her mouth like that boy Ken Griffey +When I'm out in the streets better believe I'm pimpin' +And if you ever saw me with one of them video vixens +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I was gettin' some head +Gettin', gettin' some head +I was gettin' some head +Gettin', gettin' some head +I was gettin' some head head +Gettin', gettin' some head +I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop +Super head what's good? Super head what's good? Super head what's good? + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +You know me I smoke a blunt while I'm gettin' brain +Stick my finger in her butt while I'm gettin' brain +Yeah I'm nasty bitch! What? Lil Wayne! +I liked them Mac'd up lips and two tongue rings +I gotta say it I'm the President I run things +All these hoes tryna save a nigga cum stains +Real talk I get head I get head on the airplane +Bitch be climbin' all over that little chair thang +I pull her hair back +She holla yeah back +I like a bitch wit some lips like a bear trap +And I don't mind goin' down I take care of that +I have homie at home like where she at? +She wit me in my bad ass ride +Givin' me a blow job like a 9-5 +She said she eat her vegetables so she stay alive +So she slobbed on my knob +Like corn on the cob +[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams] +I mean I make her fiend for that dick +They be pumping the P, P be pumping 'em +Look at they ass they gotta tell me just go +You ain't fucking with me when it come to these hoes +Bust fast across they chin +What I'm saying to them man I don't pretend +Push one button, and the chrome [?] ducking +Keep it going like the grill on the [?] +She's a freak she want D's and some [?] +Show her keys and the skirt'll go and shirt'll go +She say I hurt her tho, in the cervical +She being murdered tho, give her vertical +Baller G ain't no apology +Wanna have a couple words better call a G +Man I seen your sports car but it's smaller B +The Enzo's outside for you all to see +Look at my chains, look at my rings +Rocks and watches, bracelet plain +Keepin' it going, with a brick a day +Can't compare so you just complain +Mad as a bitch, grabbing ya bitch +Get OJ start stabbing ya bitch +I'm Macy here's a cab for ya bitch +Call me on my niggas shit beg and laugh at ya bitch +A.C., gotta stay cool mane +Never let 'em see you sweat that's the rule mane +Hit her till we through mane +Send her back to you mane +That's what we do mane +Bubble gum chew mane +Other than that catch me getting some bread +If you see my billboards I be getting some head +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I was gettin' some +Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) +I was gettin' some (Ayy) +Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) +I was gettin' some head (Ayy) +Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) +I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop +I was gettin' some +Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) +I was gettin' some (Ayy) +Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) +I was gettin' some head (Ayy) +Gettin', gettin' some (Ayy) +I was wit the kinda girl that make ya toes pop +I was-2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Wayne’s TattoosA body map of Lil Wayne's tattoos, starting from the top-right, working down to bottom-left +Right Face: +I Am Music +Orléans +Teardrops +5Boro Pigeon +Deathwish Skateboards Logo +Left Face: +Misunderstood +Lucky Me +Teardrop +3 Dots +TUNE +999 + +Eyes: +Fear God +Forehead: +Cross +C +Baked +Lips: +Smiley Face +Neck: +Weezy +Blessed +Baby +Lucky me +Sikk Fukk +Soo Woo +Chest: +CashMoney +Bang Bang +M.O.B. (Cause they breed envy) +Life's a gamble +DAMU +5 stars +Sikk Fuck +Angel Wings +Stomach +17 +Apple Eagle +BM JR +R.I.P. TB +Red Skull +Back: +Give me the patience that I need to keep my peace of mind... +New Orleans Bloods +Map Of Louisiana +Skull +Right Arm: +BABY +9-27-82 +Power +In Memory of Rabbit: It's Up to Me +504 +Left Arm: +Rolls Royce +SLIM +Thugged +ESPN +Right Hand: +Trigger +HOT +Concrete +SQAD +A Gun +Shake Junt +Skateboard +Left Hand: +The World +BOY +Street +Shit +Trina +Right Leg: +Young Money +"Lucky Me" verse +Left Leg: +Belfast10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Bitch[Intro] +No Ceilings +All my niggas clutchin' +All my niggas two-cuppin' +All my niggas rap and trap +They all got two phone numbers +Real one since day one +And all my niggas could vouch for me +None of my niggas lack in math +And all my niggas countin' money +Yeah + +[Verse] +Pull up, banger on me +Bad bitch fainted on me +That purple drank stankin' on me +Don't wake me up, just put a blanket on me +Thank ya, homie, but I ain't ya homie +Diamonds blingin' like they blinkin' on me +All about the Ben Franklins, homie +Bitch can't even get an Abe Lincoln from me +Thinkin' normally, I ain't thinkin' normally +From New Orleans, guns bang in harmony +These little niggas is retarded +Puttin' testimony over sanctimony +All these niggas tryna sink the homie +Bitches tryna put the gangster on me +Feds tryna put sanctions on me +The doctor tryna do maintenance on me +Guess that's why I take meds on 'em +Pop and sip and go to bed on 'em +New Ferrari, no head on it +Nice new carpet, you bled on it +These new artists no competition +Top of the charts no top of the menu +That ain't art, nigga drop the pencil +She drop the drawers, I never drop the pistol +But I drop the clip +And pull out a new clip +I'm not 'bout that lip +Bop-bop, nobody exempt +And you see the flaaag, as red as a bitch +You see the swaaag, I'm wavy and lit +My pops had them bricks, yeah, brick wall +My slime got them sticks, bop +And I can do tricks, yeah, skateboard +And my lil boo mixed, yeah +Just met her dad +Gave her momma a kiss +When she turned her back +I holla'd at sis +Yeah +Watch out lil bro +I fly G4 +My slimes say I'm brazy, I used to talk to a globe +I tell it it's mine, I tell it "One day you be mine" +I tell the front page "You be mine" +I was locked up upstate for that iron +You know I'm comin' straight off the top +She knew I cum on her halter top +Cause she know I don't want no five children +I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot +Bitch, is you dykin' or not? +These niggas is wifin' the thots +I still got some white in my sock +As white as my sock +The white in her snot, uh +I know it could be anybody +So I prepare for everybody +We wavin' that thing at your body +We cravin' to catch us a body! Bop +Look at the watch on my friend +Say hello to my lil friend +My chopper due any day now +Bop-bop; that bitch just had twins +Lord, you run your mouth like a marathon +I just run out of them styrofoams +The Cialis give me testosterone +Now she got her legs on my collarbone +All on my neck like a herringbone +I had to sit down with Bizzy Bone +I had to sit down with Tity Boi +And told him just how I'mma kill his song +It's not a remix +It's just me, on my comeback and shit +I just unwrapped a brick +Put it on the scale, it come back thirty-six +It come back thirty-six +Then that's when we whip, we mastered the wrist +Then that's when it flip +Then after it flip, that's when it flip +You know what it's like when the feeling gone +I know what that's like when the ceiling gone +I know what that's like when the ceiling gone +I know what that's like when the ceiling gone +Watch out lil bitch +My partner got hitched +No influence +On me, it had no influence +I don't know my daaad, but my momma is rich +You see the red flaaag, but my partner a Crip +Damn! Watch out lil ho +Ooh, Pew, I fly G4 +Ooh, you got jet laaag stuck at the airport +Damn, I'm in LA stuntin' on Melrose +Yeah, stuntin' on them hoes in them Yeezy's +Them Jeremy Scott's and Shelltoes +Okay! +I think I'mma need a check for shouting out Adidas like that +For real +No Ceilings30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let ’Em All In[Intro: DJ Drama] +I realize you niggas is like the objects in the rearview mirror— +You really appear much closer than you are +Got a long way to go, young boy + +[Verse 1: Euro + DJ Drama] +Uh +Uh +Check +(Catch up, niggas!) +Let 'em all in, bet 'em all in +Put me in the jungle, I get us all minks +Don't play with my wave +Know what? Let 'em all sink +I don't need therapy, I got so big +Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink +I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone +Homie gotta sit for a while back home +Hotline bling if you get his phone +Gotta own up or you get disowned +Eyes dried up, I don't really cry much +And the gold chain match everything I touch +Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign +Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout what? Borin' +Bane from it, I came from it +I'm raised by it, I'm stained from it +Shot for the stars from the darkness +I aim from it, now change comin' +Who'd have thought a nigga shake somethin'? +All these records, I'ma break somethin' +Playin' my shit around the graveyard +Y'all fuck around and wake somethin' +Mean mug like I hate somethin' +Hit the stu' and I ate somethin' +Great rapper or a great hustler— +Promise you I die a great somethin' +[Verse 2: Cory Gunz] +And I am beginnin' and endin' +A nigga run in kickin' and flippin' +A nigga worth spendin' +A nigga with the semi admittin' +Glock is definitive on 'em, iron Emmys +Got an eye on 'em +Still on these niggas more than any one of you +We knuck if we buck, if you my brother we up +If not, I don't give a motherly fuck +Only in us we trust, you fuss we hush +They rush we bust, adjust, and dust and flushed 'em +If you don't know what my salary is +You 'bout to know what a fatality is +What the reality is +If I don't know what my calories is +Then nine times out of ten +You won't never know where your cavity is +Hit a forty, know it had to be his +A dude foul with a smile +They would never know how mad that he is +They don't ever know what pattern he is +He gotta be from Earth 2, or somewhere from out on Saturn he is +Now I'm goin' where no gravity is, some other galaxy shit +But we'd rather talk about the MAC and the bricks +We takin' on all names, it ain't no more games +I'm a stand up nigga, Cory Kaepernick bitch +I don't know what to call you +Niggas claimin' they loyal to the soil +But boy I'm loyal to the oil that boil +To court with the all you +You cannot avoid it when I'm gonna destroy you +Work from the ceiling to make sure that I fall you +I'm dedicated to this rhyme shit +S double, the militia gang, they don't ever try them bitch +I got a nine and click, a high been brick +A bottom bitch, I buy them thick +Drivin' stick, life's a bitch, and I give dick +I ride the five, my partner crip +Shout out the East, we parkin' shit +I just revive, I don't remix +I don't remind, until C5 we got D6, nigga +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +The best things in life are free, not cheap, free C5 +Message, no reply +Rest In Peace, no peace sign +I keep an eye on these guys +My third eye give her sweet eyes +The bird eye's view keep spy +But I can get your wings deep fried +Try, try again, keep tryin' +All the traffic hours, you a taxi driver, we some maximizers +Ever heard of San Francisco 49'ers, we some masterminders +Made it to the top just to get sniped from the floor at the very bottom +Ain't that a bitch, man tell me about it +But I ain't trippin', unless the trip is private +I sip in silence +I tried to make it beautiful, and this shit came out perfect +Let the guns speak for they self, I ain't never been a loud person +Walkin' 'round the house in the turban +These niggas washed up with no detergent +Take your heart and I am not a surgeon +Pullin' triggers like shower curtains +Ain't got no soul because my baby sucked it out of me +Me and my whoas in Las Vegas playing the thot machines +Stick to my goals, expectations like a soccer team +Waiting to exhale only to let out some steam +Girl let's make a movie, what's a movie without a shower scene? +Treat my semi like an Emmy, need some nominees +Taught me how to count before they taught me how to read +I knew all my OG's before my ABC's +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Damn +That's some sick shit + +[Produced by Reazy Renegade]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Where Ya At[Intro] +No Ceilings + +[Verse 1] +Hey now, you're an all-star +But the bitches you be with, they are sub-par +But the bitches you be with, they be cock-blockin' +Hope you put the kids to sleep, baby cock-blockin' +You could really get this meat, get this hot sausage +And I'm way too rich to beef, I just buy a body +And I really kick my feet up, and that's not karate +Yeah, I really kick my feet up, let a thot massage 'em, yeah + +[Hook] +Where ya ass was at when I was with the Hot Boys? +Probably watchin' Baller Blockin', eatin' popcorn, yeah +Where ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy +I was probably at the fight bringin' out Floyd + +[Verse 2] +Said she love me 'cause I'm laid back, she outgoin' +Opposites attract, pockets fat, like Samoan +I just told my goons I got it, I just waved 'em off +I just told Tunechi, "I got it" and he said, "Of course" +Lose my mind, the only time I'd ever take a loss +I work too hard for taking off, rrt, I'm taking off +Really 'bout to see a billion, I'm in arm's reach +Sleep on a hammock in the middle of two palm trees +My neighbors can't sleep, all they hearin' is them cars screech +My bitch can't sleep, all she hearin' is them car keys +I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired to talk, please +I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning +Yeah +[Hook] +Where ya ass was at when I was fifteen in a Porsche? +Where ya ass be at when we be poppin' all these corks? +Where ya ass be at? Know you're prolly with them dorks +I'm prolly with some bitches that be poppin' pills and snort + +[Verse 3] +Diamonds in my mouth, no Swarovski +I'm hittin' notes with the pistol, ooh, I'm off-key +And the money coming godspeed +I'm movin' slow, Lisa Turtle, Lark Voorhies +Found the treasure chest, inside was a heartbeat +And Katrina had us hustlin' out a RV +We had to stash and still balled, Steve Harvey +We had to stash and still balled, Steve Harvey +And we set a nigga up like eHarmony +And your bitch plain, nigga, and your car cheap +And we leave your brain right there on your broad cheek +And we leave some stains right there on your offspring +And the purple rain right here in the soft drink +Yeah, the purple rain right here in the soft drink +And to fight the pain, nigga, like a horse tranq +And we don't complain, nigga, and we don't blink + +[Bridge] +And he dumb as hell, and I swear his ass don't think +I think he run with 12 and I think his whole squad linked +I be so underwhelmed, 'cause I swear his whole style weak +I'm moving slow as hell but the money coming godspeed +I'm moving slow as hell but the money coming godspeed +[Verse 4] +I just told a pussy nigga, "Call your henchmen, nigga" +I just stole on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga +Fiend searching in a haystack for syringes, nigga +Dopeman, got 'em flipping like some ninjas, nigga +Got 'em tweaking, got 'em lurking, got 'em cringing, nigga +Ooh, that's them symptoms, nigga, I can't prevent 'em, nigga +Split a nigga head in two, that's split decision, nigga +Been to Hell and back, came back in mint condition, nigga +Feel like Heaven when them racks return to spender, nigga +Feel like Heaven's only lacking your attendance, nigga +Feel like stunting, drop the tops and not them windows, nigga +Toss out your demo, I ain't even like your intro, nigga +I just went Kimbo with this tempo, un momento, nigga +You know my MO, nigga, pit that A-M-M-O, nigga +Blat + +[Outro] +I ask my ceilings, "Where ya ass was at?" +To all my Ceilings fans, I'm back +They pushed the album back, fuck25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Prostitute[Lil' Wayne Talking] +Young Moolah, baby (Yeah) +(Young money, alright, yeah) +Young Moolah baby (Young money) +(Alright, alright, alright) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Well if you don't then I'll explain +You can be my Mrs. Wayne +We can do the damn thing +You see I had to tell my nigga Lil' Boo I met a girl like you +Cause I ain't never met another girl like you +But I know what to do wit a girl like you +Three letters: "I do" +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Well if you don't then I'll explain, I'll give up the game +At the top of the arena there's my jersey wit my name +What's happening baby, what's happening baby +You know you need to roll wit a champion baby +Any time I see ya I get asthma baby +Like th th that's my baby + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) +[Boo talking over beat] +Like fo real though baby girl you ain't gotta keep no secrets it's just me and you +You gotta keep it real +Your pussy like a drug to me +You got me fiending +If I could sing, if I could sing +Damn baby if only I could sing +Help me out lil' bra + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +I love it baby (yeah) +I love it baby +Don't you know I love it baby (I really did) +I love it baby +Like Young Jeezy I love it baby (yeah) +I love it baby (I know you do too) +I love it baby (Well I bet you will) +I love it baby (yeah) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +See they can say what they want girl +But they'd never change my views +Cause they will never know you the way that I know you +You see I'm tryna spend the rest of my whole life with you girl +And if we gotta be alone so be it baby +And if ya friends can't understand you, you don't need them baby + +(Yeah, Yeah, yeah alright, yeah, see everything's alright, see everything's alright, ya dig) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it wouldn't make a difference +If that was way before me and you girl +See you don't ever have to worry about me +As long as you keep it real +Whatever is on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay true to me and never lie to me +And don't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl you know what I mean (yeah) + +(Well if she don't know, she know by now) + +Alright, alright, alright +Say roll out baby +Young money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dough Is What I Got[Intro] +This is a public service announcement +Lil Wayne, Weezy F. Baby, is the best rapper alive +Hit me +Haha +Good morning, New York +Good afternoon, New Orleans +Good night, America +Hahahaha +Yeah + +[Hook] +Dough is what I got, lil mama +Dough is what I got, pretty lady +Dough is what I got, shawty +Dough is what I got, baby +C'mon, I'm paid, I'm paid +I'm paid, I'm paid + +[Verse 1] +Hey! Give a woman none—uh-uh! +I already gave my brother some +It's my sister turn +Ain't it funny how the fish do bird? +But your boy just relax like a fresh, new perm +As the world, in the barrel of the pistol, turn +And we get it how we live, never live and learn +Gotta talk about the flow 'cause you is concerned +Only down-South rapper could've been in The Firm +Or The Commission or Wu-Tang, nigga +Tryna tell you I can kick it like Liu Kang, nigga +Got that Sub-Zero flow, how you want me, ma? +Make her "Get over here!" like Scorpion, and +When it comes down to this recording +I must be LeBron James if he's Jordan +No—I won rings with my performance +I'm more Kobe Bryant of an artist +Same coach, same game, been starting +Same Triangle Offense +I come through the lane like a Dodge, and +Referee niggas is lame, they call charging +I have no brain, I'm retarded +We are not the same, I'm a Martian +You can be my Jane, I'm your Tarzan +I'm from the jungle where the snakes is all poison +I am magnificent like Marcus +You might wanna fall back like August +Or "late September," whatever you call it +I hit niggas in the head like Vonage +I am talking to no particular audience +But understand: I'm the guardian +And understand: There won't be no guarding him +You will just get played like an accordion +I don't give a damn if she's bossy +I keep pussy running like a faucet +She better catch like she Steve Largent +Because I'm "What's up!?" like Martin +[Interlude] +Hahaha +Woo! +Yeah! See— +I know y'all talking about me +And y—you don't like what you hear sometimes +But um... um, since I'm so bright +I'ma put the spotlight on you, baby + +[Hook] +Show me what you 'bout, lil daddy +I know you need to stop, stop hatin' +I know what you not, whoadie +And that is Weezy Baby +Blunts up, now, blaze (Hey), blaze (Hey) +Blaze (Hey), blaze (Hey) + +[Verse 2] +I'm working—Yeah! +Tell the world, "Take six" +Young Dictionary, make words make sense +Then, I make cents make dollars +Make the skinny girl holler, make the fat girl hungry +Make the ugly girls want me, put the pretty girls on me +Make the shy girls horny, make the fly girls corny +And only for me +Because of who I A-M, holla back in the morning +Hey! Now holla back if you own shit +The CEO of the moment +Bullshit: I don't condone it +Aww, baby, just hop on it +[Interlude] +Hahaha +Yeah, ha +You like that +I know! +Marley, what up? Hey! Hey! Hey! + +[Hook] +Show me what you got, lil mama +Show me what you got, pretty lady +Show me what you got, shawty +Show me what you got, baby +You rappers ain't safe, safe +Safe, safe, ahh! +Haha26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love Me or Hate Me[Verse 1] +Thank you +I've been through it all +The fails, the falls +I'm like Niagara +But I got right back up, like Viagra +I am agri-culture +Swagger so mean it might insult ya +Hah, I'm like an ultra-vulture +I fuck around and catapault ya +Torture +Thought ya parents taught ya? +You guys is chocha +I'm gone, buenos noches +Flow scorcher +And I don't even write +No author +So harder +So smarter +All about a dollar +Like four quarters +Oh Father +Will tonight be my last? +And if so +Make sure my kids see my cash +And I know +I'm solid like an elbow cast +And my future will be better than my past +Weezy! +[Hook] +You can love me or hate me +I swear it won't make me or break me +I'm going wherever the money take me +Until they funeral and wake me +And don't wake me +'Cause I'm sleeping +I'm dreaming +I know that there's a better way +'Cause I've seen it, Lord +But this faster money is so convenient +And I need it +Say I need it + +[Verse 2] +C-A-R, T-E-R +I spit movies like a VCR +I spit rounds like the Tiki bar +And if I got beef I'm the meat cleav-er +And I are +The illest nigga Martin Luther King died for +And I ride for +Hollygrove, One-Seven, Eagle Street +And I'm higher than an eagle's feet +But I believe in me +Apple is the cross street +I am just an offspring +Born in the ghetto +That's why I can't let go +One call I'll have my dogs on ya like an echo +Baby, I am the real deal, no pickle +Uh, spit sickle-cell psycho +I go +Off, like a motherfucking rifle +And I'm from +The underground baby, like a pipe hole +And I will stand tall like light poles +Until the light blows +[Hook] +And you can love me or hate me +Baby, I swear it won't make me or break me +And I be going wherever the money take me +Until they funeral and wake me +And don't wake me +'Cause I'm sleeping +And I'm dreaming +See I'm just hustling +Living what I believe in, dog +And it's a problem when our homies not eating +And I'm greedy +I'm greedy + +[Verse 3] +Share my blood +Feed my family +My flow will have to plead insanity +So sick I need Gray's Anatomy +Acid, like a bust open battery +I'm cool like L.A. nights +I'm tight like ballet tights +Ay, Juelz +I swear the other day I pissed Cristal +These bitches tryna kick it like Juntao +I gotta watch my head in the battle +I'm just trying to stay ahead of my shadow +And I'm floating like a boat and a paddle +Alligators and rattlesnakes +But I promise I will take a nigga off, like a Saturday +Got money to validate +I'm icy like carrot cake +Different colored diamonds make me look like a salad plate +I'm straight out the alleyway +It's the nigga ya daddy hate +Weezy F. Baby—great! +[Hook] +I know they love me then hate me +But I'm a G – +It won't make me or break me +And you can find me wherever the money place me +Yeah, until you're riding to the late me +And don't wake me +'Cause I'm sleeping +And I'm dreaming +And me and my Lord got an agreement, y'all +And so I thank him every day for my achievements +And I'm Weezy +I'm Weezy13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Go Brazy[Intro: DJ Drama] +Ride with mula, yeah thats the mob +Come check with Dram, and do ya job + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm not worthy of your controversy +I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergic +Colder than a hockey jersey, dirty like Kentucky Derby +I was lying on a gurney, I don't wanna die early +I was screaming "Fuck the world," you was singin' "Like a Virgin" +Never be concerned or worried, 2 girls, like Laverne and Shirley +Wake up in the morning early, tell 'em that I love 'em dearly +They say "Oh my God, have mercy," shinin' like I got on Jergens +You can hear my diamonds screaming like they just met God in person +Oh my God the squad alerted, I confirm it +They hop up like Kermit, come to bless you like a sermon +My house lit like Pee-Wee Herman's and you know I bought it furnished +I'm determined like attorneys, y'all lil boys ain't got attorneys +I just hope she not a burden, I just hope she got a purpose +That first week was power surgin', oh my God, the socket workin +I been listening to the money, it been telling me it's coming +Sound like music to my ears, like a symphony of hundreds +Mama told me I'd be special, Grandma told me I'd be something +I made sure they wasn't guessin', made the most out they assumptions +Being everything but simple, stretch a dollar like a limo +Got a grill in one dimple, got my deal without a demo, Tunechi +[Hook: DJ Drama] +Ride with Mula, yeah that's the mob +Come check with Dram, and do ya job +Thanksgiving is the name, IceBox did the chain +Rolex for the watch, motherfucker, Plain Jane + +[Verse 2: Jay Jones] +I got issues, I got problems, we got missiles in the chopper +Got a hoe from the Bahamas, let me swordfight with her tonsils +Brought the hoe up in the condo, had a party with Fernando +I got condoms in the dresser, Percocets all on the mantle +All they handle, name a bitch that I ain't fuck and I'ma bag her +Keep it real, if I ain't fuck then my bros Tune and Mack done had her +Got a bitch cook like a chef, I had a hoe from out the Memph +She like to suck dick wit no hands, she say she do shit with no help +Control myself, I been working overtime, I owe myself +I like my bitches thick and quick to go and lick below the belt +I brought a Ghost to Hollygrove, flew your ho out to my shows +What happen on these tour buses? Like Vegas, nobody knows +Got a plug on line one, had to put momma on hold +Talking numbers tryna see how I’m gonna get Mama that Ghost +Talking big money for sure, I don’t trick money to hoes +I’mma keep running 'til I’m getting three hundred a show +Yeah bitch, ride with the Mob, slob on my knob +Get some bitches back to work and do the dishes, that’s yo' job +I’ve been sipping, if they say I ain’t that nigga then they lying +I put coca on the table, made her read between the lines +I sit back waiting my time, now I’m flexin’, now I’m winnin’ +I’m at Saks or I’m at Lenox, credit card ain’t got no limit +Got a Mac with a extension, want see murder? Be a witness +Y’all lil boys just mind yo business 'fore y’all swimmin with the fishes +Wait, yeah, I got the wave, I got the juice, I got the sauce, yeah ho +Smoking the green, really it’s verbal, so I’ll be calling it hard +Woah, South Beach with a bad bitch, I was just in the trenches +I was just in a Honda, now I’m skrrting in a Bentley, Jones +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Why don’t I use social media? Hold on. That’s why! I’m way too high for that shit, man. I will be pressin' all kinds of wrong shit. I can’t follow ten- two fuckin' directions [?]. Everytime I try to fuckin' order something, uh, you know what I mean, if it got two extra fuckin' screens that you gotta go through, I’m straight. You know what I mean, it’s just too much. Probably gotta be the same button to pressed to accept the shit, or deny the shit. I wouldn’t know +That’s why I don’t fuck with social media. There ain’t no other reason you know what I mean? People probably think I got like a real strong reason. Like, you know what I mean, no, ‘cause, nah man, I just don’t know how, and I be way too twisted. Like, way too twisted to be fucking with that +I don’t really text, none of that, like it’s just tough +It’s just, like, I’m not tech-savvy at all, I’m just sorry +But if you come sit down with me and smoke one with me, I mean you’re gonna have an awesome time. It’s just what it is. I’m very social5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get High Rule the World[Intro] +Yeah +Drought 3 +Hear my chains? Haha +That mean I'm balling, bitch! +Haha +If you didn't know +If you wasn't informed, or something like that +This is Da Drought 3 +And um... Check this out + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, imagine waking up out your sleep to them pistols blasting +And if the witness is dead, there's no trial +If you didn't know then, ho, well, you know now +And I don't mean basketball when I say, "I don't know y'all" +Money, money, money, money boost my morale +Play with my money, money, money: O.K. Corral +I like a bitch with a apple-bottom like Vokal +The top is at my fingertips like I ain't got no nails +I got blood brothers, bitch; I ain't got no pals +I make a girl get low, like I ain't got no L's +I'm a paper-chasing dog, check my toenails +And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal +More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre +I been shot two times; just wipe that off +But I thank You for putting me right back, Lord +And to You, Father, I would give my life back for it +That knife, that sword; that gun, that war +Make your so-called "soldiers" just run like Gore +Yeah—Frank, that is, from San Francis' +And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees +Ten addresses, and I dresses +Like I thinks I'm the motherfucking best there is +And I'm about to bubble, and she catch that fizz +And I'm straight from Claiborne, nigga; just ask Liz +Check your neck—there ain't a crook like this +From the city where the judge throw the book at kids +Burner in school, in my bookbag, hid +Talk stupid at lunch, and we having your ribs +If you are not home, then we having your kids +And if you can't come up with half, I'll send you half of your kid +Back to the balling, extravagant crib +I'm on the toilet watching Martin, just laughing and shit +Don't know why I get high, but I get high +I get high, like, every single day +You do shit that them other women can't +Mary Jane, what is it you done to me? Yeah +I pop a beat and start rolling +And then, I smoke it like a muh'fucking stogie +Peep how I wrote it: +I was rappin to the "ding-ding-ding-ding..." Fuck it +[Hook] +Get high, screw the world +And that's that, hahaha +I need all my funds, yeah +All my money, baby, haha +Black diamonds and pearls +Believe that, hm +I made "Bling Bling," and my chest look like a mural +I'm nuts—just call me "Squirrel" + +[Bridge] +My fetish is the girls +But the women—not the girls +Act your age, not your shoe size +Maybe we can do the twirl +I'll be the Prince of her pearl-tongue +Earring in her pearl-tongue +If she come, let her girl come +Give her a pill, give her girl one + +[Verse 2] +"Party time, excellent"—yup, Wayne's World +Campbell's Soup on the wrist, just call me "Earl" +Lil' Marl, don't shoot 'em, you heard? +I get high, my words slur, I start callin 'em "Merl'" +"Hey, Merl', light that 'firre'" +And I know this old, but I'm really "Hot in Herre" +I went with the Phantom, my niggas copping the Spurs +My hand's in the pot—I'd rather eat and stir +[Hook] +It's I against the world +And I'm strapped! Yeah +I bring all my guns +Shoot mothers, fathers, babies—damn! +Black handguns to serve +We could see, but we are so blind to the signs +They trying to lose the world + +[Bridge] +And we will walk right up with our guns, yup +Hand in hand, yeah +We'll march right after the drum +But I don't mean no band + +[Outro] +Nigga, Drought 3!5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hotline Bling[Intro] +I used to +I used to +Used to + +[Chorus 1] +I used to call you from the jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +I used to call her from a jail phone +Every day like she's my plug +I used to call you from the jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +Call her from the jail phone +Every day like she's my plug +And she know when that hotline bling, yeah +To look down at her diamond ring, yeah +I said she know when that hotline bling, yeah +It's time to drop everything + +[Verse 1] +But ever since you got them titties you +Talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots +Taking all these snapshots, different backdrops +Dancing, posting pics after you cash out +Ever since you got them titties you +Been ignoring my calls and my iMessage +Saying you feel like one of my side bitches +So I pop a molly and I cry with you +[Chorus 2] +I used to call you from a jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +Would call you from a jail phone, hey +Every day like she's my plug +I used to call you from the jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +Call her from a jail phone +Every day like she's my plug +And she know when that hotline bling, huh +Just look at that diamond ring, yeah +She know when that hotline bling, yeah +It's time to drop everything + +[Verse 2] +But ever since I left the prison you do you +You never ever try to lock me down +Remember when you used to always hold me down +You used to promise me that you'd be holding out +You used to send me naked pictures too-ooh-ooh-ooh +Now you saying you gettin' older now +Young nigga like me used to show you out +You hangin' in circles you wouldn't go around +Sneaky hoes record me on their cell phone, damn +So everyone can see my love +I used to be your ringtone +I had you listen as the screen lights up +[Bridge] +Every time that hotline bling +You just need some time to think, yeah +Don't care what your friends think +Them bitches want that diamond ring +But ever since you met them bitches +You knew you, you're a new you +Forgot to tell you I fucked them bitches 'fore I knew you +I guess they forgot too + +[Verse 3] +You shouldn't call me from your girl's phone +Cause she ain't gonna delete my number +Press me when she know that you're gone +That bitch is gonna hit me right up +And do I still have my own private ring? +Oh, now you keep your shit on silent ring +Damn, why you think I let you keep your diamond ring? +To remind you of when I was king + +[Outro] +I used to call you from the jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +Used to call her from a jail phone +Phone sex 'til it beeps, time’s up +Girl, talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots +Taking beaucoup snapshots, different backdrops +I still fuck that pussy 'til you blackout +Take your tap out, no ceilings12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bastard (Satan’s Kid)[Intro] +Oh +This is + +[Chorus] +Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib +Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live +Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end +Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics +Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the fuck this baby is?" +Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid" +Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid +I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid) + +[Refrain] +Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn +I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn +Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn +I made the world turn, that's a turn on +I'm on every song that I turn on +I got it turnt up, got it turnt on +I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off +Weed loud as every siren they turn on +Bust down so bright, it's burning +These diamonds so white, they German +Your diamonds ain't right, they turning +Cocaine white as my attorney +All types of guns, no type of permits +All types of coffins, all types of gurneys +From my driveway to my front door +It has been quite a journey +[Interlude] +It has been quite a journey +From my driveway to my front door +It has been quite a journey + +[Chorus] +Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib +Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live + +[Verse] +Walking on water, this a new world order +These niggas out of order like a fish out of water (Huh?) +I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera +Yeah, I'ma keep shootin' 'til the bitch stop recordin' +Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguin' +A real sharp sharpshooter, I don't miss my target +And I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie +Long walk-in closet, I hope you feel like walkin' +Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn +I know the paper burn for the long term +I know my big concern when I toss and turn +I know my big concern 'bout the long term +I know the paper burn like the fire burn +I know it don't burn unless I confirm +I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch your heart burn +Crossin' me is like watching a cross burn +Swag go head to shoe (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm fresh as a designer, yeah +Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah +Killers come behind ya, can you say, "Murder for hire?" +Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah +[Chorus] +Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib +Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live +Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end +Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics +Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the fuck this baby is?" +Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid" +Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid +I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid) + +[Refrain] +Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn +I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn +Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn +I made the world turn, that's a turn on +I'm on every song that I turn on +I got it turnt up, got it turnt on +I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off +Weed loud as every siren they turn on +Bust down so bright, it's burning +These diamonds so white, they German +Your diamonds ain't right, they turning +Cocaine white as my attorney +All types of guns, no type of permits (Yeah) +All types of coffins, all types of gurneys (Yeah, yeah) +From my driveway to my front door (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +It has been quite a journey +[Outro] +It has been quite a journey +From my driveway to my front door +It has been quite a journey, nigga6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Destroyed[Euro & Lil Wayne] +I think I’m seeing things +When I don’t see a thing +I woke up and realized +All the nightmares that dreaming brings +Let my people go +I know y’all hear 'em screaming things +Now load up choppers +Point it at the coppers +Let-let freedom ring + +I like the sweeter things +So what bitch, no needle strings +I wake up, stretch my feet and wings +My life has no deleted scenes +I pop-pop-pop and leave the scene +Leave the scene Noxzema clean +Sippin on that lean cuisine +Incredible Hulk on creatine +My nigga + +Fuck the world +And may I mention, fuck the world again +But I wanna go around the world +Tune, you down to go around the world again? +I am +And you can trust in a nigga like fam +I’m hitting these licks with my niggas like stamps +Giving these hoes headaches like rams +Yes ma’am +And I + +I just might call your girl a friend +But fuck her like she my girlfriend +Talk to her like she my girl +Like, oops you look like my girl’s twin +I sin, I'm bad, I meant "My bad" +I’m lost in future, present, past +All those drinks I had +I speed, I'm fast, I blink, I crash +They say it’s my time +I’m racing time, I think I’m last +And if Tune mentions lean again +Then I might drink his stash +The underdogs understand what I lay over tracks +New school, but all I listen to is older raps +Bitch I still +I still been drinking on the low +I never think because I know +And pimpin haven't died and money getting old +And now the wrinkles starting to show +My rims twinkle like a toe +I’m tippy toeing wit' your ho +One thing led to another, and then the pencil broke +I got that; handgun on the table, shotgun in the closet +Police in disguises, I don’t like surprises +I don’t like tomatoes, I don’t like tamales +Shoutout to my plugs, I pray the rats don’t chew the wires +Straight ballin, you niggas just bald spots +When they tried to read my palms the pages were torn out +And you pussy niggas get hauled off +No cough drops +I’m tryna make the same cash off rap they made off pop +I’m off topic +I killed more than I did with a gun with a skill +I’m no role model +I’m rollin' with models, rollin' off pills +I’m rollin' over +Whoever's not rollin' with us, then road kill +Tryna get Uncle Phil cake +In case I die tryin' I wrote Wills +I’m chillin', for the moment +'Til I can’t figure out the code +To get the motherfucking safe open +Who the fuck left the cage open +Stage of rage +I’m liable to blow your fucking face open + +Every bone you could break, broken +If I go broke, every home I could break in, broke in +Pussy look like a steak smokin' +Niggas slippin' like the lake frozen +And I hate rodents +And I stay chokin' +Off the straight potent +'Til it make no sense +Niggas talking shit +Nigga I can get you wacked +Nigga you can picture that +'Til you break your lens +Nigga take your ends +Nigga fuck your ho +While you cutting your grass +Nigga cut your throat +Taking out your trash +Pull up on you slow +Going nowhere fast +When you got nowhere to go +Nigga hung 'em by a rope +Dump 'em by the boats +Fuck 'em, adios +Fuck 'em, I don't care +Got a bad bitch naked +And she just asked +“What you gonna do to me that I ain't done to myself?” +I say “Ooh talk dirty, but don’t talk long" +You leave Wayne’s world it’s a long walk home +My pockets on that growth hormone +I call them shots, can I get a dialtone +Yeah +Mula, can I get a million +'Til the heads or tails +'Til I get a full coin +Full fledge, full house +When your friend gon' join? +Got a friend in the cut with a gun by the groin + +And what are friends for +I’m still the boss, don’t get sent for +Roger that, 10-4 +Nigga send me, point 'em out +Where he at, I got 'em +We don't wanna see you back in court + +The weed so loud bitches get ignored +Cause I ain't got time to go back and forth +I told that bitch don't question me +Bitch, if you do you asking for it +I’m spaced out like asteroids + +Feeling like A-rod after ‘roids +I'm from Prov city +And I’m from New Orleans +The part that’s destroyed20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shine[Intro: Lil' Wayne] +What, wha, wha, wha, wha +What, wha, wha, wha, wha +Cash Money Millionaires +Bout to take it there + +[Verse 1: Juvenile] +Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz +Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims +Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce +That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice +On my way to pick up Joyce, she be making me moist +Giving me head while she humming, she can play with her voice +And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass +She could ride a dick too, make me cum fast +I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches +Where them hoes headed at? I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) +I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke +You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke +I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper +Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada +All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper +You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya + +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit +[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] +Baby named me, Fire Wayne, Ice and Change +You can catch me in an aqua range, squatting things +With them twenty-two inch chopper blades +Diamond face, diamond brace +More colors than the game Simon Says +Go, 'hind me +And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a lez" +And she ain't like too much of dick +But give the bombest head, and so I took it anyway +But bitch I got a Phantom, don't need your pussy anyway +OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin' +All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian +Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin' +I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin' +See I'm a keep it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me? +Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday +Wait, I don't think they heard me +I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday + +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit +[Verse 3: B.G.] +I'mma Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line +Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine +Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog +Come through on dub-deuces, they jock me dog +Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog +Catch 'em solo, they geezy, don't shock me dog +Well get the fuck, slide on out the way +And let B.G. ease down the shinin' linen +Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up +Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up +You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us +Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up +With television, Dreamcast, DVDs +Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties +I'm a Cash Money Hot, Big Tymer nigga +That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga +(Ewww!) + +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit +[Verse 4: Turk] +I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it +Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be resting +I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk +Bling blinging everyday, plus I got work (bling) +Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven +Steady stacking my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven +Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it +Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies +Love to floss, no secret stunners +Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us +Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice +Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothing nice" +They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys +You motherfucking right, you think this not girl? +Better think twice, get it right dog +Know you recognize, we got it on lock fall + +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skritin' on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm coming home +(Shine) - Pop X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is the shit + +[Outro: Mannie Fresh] +Uhh, uhh, uhh +Huh uh (oh shit) +2001 - my life is the shit, know why? +(Lemme see that) +(Im gon' shiiiiii-neee) +I'm representing, I'mma spit it (bling) +As long as they make that shit - I'mma break that shit +Ya heard me? It's like that; believe that +This year; fuck it - I said it before and I meant it +I'm buying me a city +New Mannie, Louisiana - ya bitch yooou!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Throwed Off[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +Yeah, okay, I walk up in the club, Louies with the cherry bottoms +Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body +You know what I do, I get straight to the mula +Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller +I’m reppin’ Young Mula, Gudda times two, I +Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box +Now I got two large accounts +Where money stacks in large amounts +What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout? +'Cause we ain’t tryin' to talk it out +Pistol hangin’ out my jeans, it ain’t a thing, let's spark it out +Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I’m out +Yeah, you know what I’m sippin’, purple got me trippin’ +Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard +I’m on South Beach chillin’ and I’m tryin’ to fuck every hottie +Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody +You know the team, it’s Young Money over everybody +In the rap game, so it’s, "Fuck everybody" + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Married to the MOB, bury you alive +My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God +And I came in this bitch with my niggas +Kidnap the baby and the fuckin’ babysitter, yeah +I be doing me, don’t give a fuck 'bout what you doing +Blood gang, bitch, big Bs, Boston Bruins +I could do this shit eyes-closed, nothin’ to it +Bullets fuck your body up, they ain’t even tryna view it +I go tough, I go stupid +Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with +Fuck you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks +Fuckin’ right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies +Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces +We don’t know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless +Flag red like bruises, shoot at ya head with them Uzis +I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user, ya dig? +I load up the Sig, point it at ya wig +Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge +We don’t give a fuck and we ain’t never did +Shit, three words you never hear? "Let him live" +I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off +I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off +Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape +Public apology, Sorry 4 the Wait +Yeah9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +This Is the Carter[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] +Okay, um, finally perfect, you know? (This, this, this, this, this) +Y'all already know what it is, and if you don't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (This, this, this, this, this) +Then the great Mannie Fresh will enlighten you + +[Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] +Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) +Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) +This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!) +Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Rumlow, all I can see is the floor, come on!) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Well I got it, don't worry, I got it, I got it, aye) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Who am I? Young Wizzle, for shizzle +Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals +Uh, my charm Starburst, my watch Skittles +I'm hot sizzle, "what up, hot bizzle?" +Holla at a player, I'm sorta like BD +Y'all can't stop my dribble, or block the lay-ups +Soft top the coupe, mami pop her, too +Don't chase the feeling, baby girl, let it come to you +Remove the ceiling on the girl, now she comfortable +I'm a world-class G, mami, fuck with dude +I got La-Z-Boy bank: that's comfort loot +I'm a offensive coordinator: run and shoot +You watch your grill, what you ought to do +'Fore your ribs get barbecued +And my ribs is showing I say I'm starving, dude +This, this, this, this, this is the Carter, dude +What up, Reel? Come on +[Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] +Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) +Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) +This is the Carter (Yeah!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah!) +Because this is the Carter (Yeah!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (Come on) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Lean, I'm flyer than a motherfucking pelican right now) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Don't get this shit twisted, motherfucker) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'm the Birdman, Birdman Jr., bitch +I be high in the sky, shit on you and your bitch +I be flyer than your guy, you need to lose the prick +Now if you follow everything, just grab a wing and we could shh +All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all +Young Mar, picture the broad lick +All the way down to the balls, then she wipe it off +If getting money is wrong, I ain't right at all +I Young Money a car, I just write it off +I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own clique +I would say "fuck you," but go and get your own dick +Get your game up, boy, hustle harder +This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this +Get your game up, boy, hustle harder +This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yeah! + +[Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] +Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) +Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) +This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!) +Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So chingy) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Colder than the motherfucking North Pole, nigga) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (And I'm slicker than the shit I told your bitch last night) +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +And y'all better blame Baby +'Cause he's the motherfucker that made me, and I'm crazy? +And y'all ask why I never left the Navy +'Cause he's the motherfucker that pay me, is you crazy? +Young, Young, Young Wizzle, baby +Give you your issue, Nina wanna kiss you +No, no, no, me no want no bullshit +So, so stop baller-blocking 'cause a nigga hood rich +And I floss every day because I could, bitch +So holla at your boy 'cause I'm still on some hood shit +Like, like, like, what's really good with your mom or your little boy? +And your sister looking good, shit, shit +I'm still Apple Eagle Weezle +1-7 Hollygrove, never, ever leave you +I got y'all waiting on my sequel +This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, people + +[Hook: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] +Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (Come on!) +Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) +This is the Carter (Yes, it is!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (That's what you better do!) +Because this is the Carter (That's what it is!), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So chingy) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter ('Bout to head all the way to the ground, motherfucker, fuck you!) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (I can't see shit but the shoes on my feet, Baby, run it over) +Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and players (That's private) +Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers (Come on!) +This is the Carter (Yeah!), so hold onto your teenage daughter (Yeah!) +Because this is the Carter (Don't get it twisted), a lot more rich and a whole lot smarter (So ching) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Nigga, my diamonds got diamonds, I ain't bullshitting, what's good?) +Wayne in your brain, Young Carter (Squad! My hoes got hoes, for real) +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +You're murkin' 'em! Uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah +Murkin' 'em, uh, uh, Mannie Fresh, yeah +Murderin' 'em, yeah, yeah, Mannie Fresh, yeah +Murkin' 'em, yeah, yeah +This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this +This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m A Go Getta[Intro] +Michael Phelps, this for you, baby! + +[Verse 1] +I'm goin' for the gold, my heart is in control +My mind is on succeed and I am in the lead +Don't buy into the schemes, the science or strategy +Just giant N-U-Ts brings triumph and belief +I'm a lion or a dean, inspired by the green +Never tired or fatigued, never defiant to my team +Never lying on the thing until I'm lying on the thing +Hooked to wires and things; I'ma die as a king +If I don't do it now, I'ma try it again +And when I do accomplish it, I'ma try it again +I'm a riot, insane; I'm a lion, my mane +Hangs down to my strings and they're tied to the game +I stay dry when it rain, I'm tired of the fame +Got everything to gain and I'm proud of the pain +The pride and the plain, the wise and the strange +Denied by the sane; besides, we're the same +Who's guiding the train? Who's flyin' the plane? +Who's driving the lane? Who dies when it bang? +Who fires when it bang? Who lies in the aim? +Two lives in the drain; who cries when they sang? +You hide but you can't; you high but you ain't +I advise you to think; you'll find what you can't +Revive what you taint, survive what you paint +Super-size what you shrank: the fries and the drank +Admired as a saint, defined by my rank +Combined with my strength, my time and my length +I'ma iron out the kinks; yes, I'm on the brink +And in the eye of my wink, I'ma retire in the bank +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +And I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta + +[Verse 2] +Victory consistantly +Train all year to be the enemy's misery +No stress visibly, neither does it enter me +I think positively; you can't harm me mentally +Not physically, not spiritually; you'll never get rid of me +I am the epitome of "this is what you did to me" +Nothin's what you did for me, nothin's what you give to me +I take whatever I'm visualizing, now break all of the limiting +Now shake all of the gimicking, the fakery, the trickery +"Nurse, how sick is he?" "Worse, I am sickening!" +I'll be at the finish line first, "how quick is he?" +I'ma make sure they mention me for the next century +I ain't with the bickering, I am full of dignity +I am full of energy, pull out the inner me +Or bull after dinner meat, I stood in the winter heat +It could be the end of me, but good be defending me +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +And I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta + +[Verse 3] +I'm allergic to cheatin' +I hate failure and I'm in love with achievement +Above and beneath it, a hug when I greet it +My eyes on the prize and I love when I seek it +Done with the speakin', begun with the preachin' +Now pray, until I am one with the deacon +Now play, until I have won whatever we win +I play, until I have won, and then I re-win + +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +And I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Main Things[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] +You see? +The goal is just to raise the babies right +Wayne babies, that is +You guys are maturing so much! +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +It's crazy how you look like your dad +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Tunechi, I must say, job well done +Yeah +And I just told my main thing "Since you my main thing +You can turn yo' phone off and let your name ring" +6 shit +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeahI just told my main thing "Since you my main thing" +DJ Drama +Bitch I won the race + +[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne] +All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted +Wake up to her every morning, last night we can't recall it +Every day she catchin' feelings, every night I throw a party +She done died and went to heaven, I forgot to close the coffin +I'm just lookin' for lil sexy to direct me from the horror +They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promisin' she loyal +So I promise to be faithful +Yeah, Lil Weezy; "F" for "Faithful, Funky, Freaky, Freshly Flavored +Flawless, Fleek, Finesse, Finagle" +[Hook 1: Lil Wayne] +I just tell my main ting "Since you my main ting +You can turn your phone off and let your name ring +We can take them clothes off and let that thang breathe +Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean" + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16 +Cried my whole heart out, she cried with me +She like to put the top down and tell me "Let 'em see" +She like to leave the doors up, they look like referees +She like to throw it back until she got back pains +She got her own little special contact name +She take it in the ass, ain't worryin' 'bout the crack game +Me, her, plus another bitch, she don't care if the math change +Yeah, I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16 +Got her reppin' suwoo, she reppin' big Bs +And she ain't worryin' 'bout fuckin' on a private plane +And she don't do the phone thing, she do the finer things +It's all about deserving things and not designer things +She all about her certain ring and not all kind of rings +All about the sure things and not the shiny things +Man, she so tired of swervin' niggas, need a tire change + +[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne] +All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted +Wake up to her every morning, last night we can't recall it +She lay down and close her eyes, fall asleep open hearted +She done died and went to heaven, I forgot to close the coffin +I'm just lookin' for lil' sexy to direct me from the sorrow +They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promise to be loyal +So I promise to be faithful, but I'm prolly not gon' chase you +Sit down on my dinner table, eat that pussy like it's catered +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne] +I just tell my main ting "Since you my main ting +You can turn your phone off and let your name ring +You can scratch yo' goals off and you can thank me +Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean" +I just told my main thing "Since you my main thing +Let them have the fame thing 'cause it's the same thing +You can take them clothes off and let that thang breathe +Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean" + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16 +Yeah she reppin' two countries, yeah she mixed breed +Got her smokin' rapper weed, tryna spit Vs +She been goin' 30 minutes, she just switched knees +Uh, pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary +Pimpin' ain't dead, check the cemetery +If I tell you that I love you, I ain't lying girl +So worry 'bout yourself and not the other bitch I'm tellin' + +[Bridge 3: Lil Wayne] +All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted +Wake up to her every morning, last night was all recorded +Every day she catchin' feelings, every night I throw a party +That's that "Fire and Desire", I forgot to throw her water +I'm just lookin' for lil' sexy to direct me from the horror +They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promise that she loyal +So I promise to be faithful +Yeah, Lil Weezy; F for faithful, funky, freaky, freshly flavored +Flawless, fleek, finesse, finagle and fatal2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +A Milli (Mixtape Version)[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Bangladesh +Young Money! +You dig? +Mack, I'm going in + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire +Tougher than Nigerian hair +My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair +I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed +Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind +'Cause I don't write shit ;cause I ain't got time +'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar +And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper +Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper +Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy popping +Tell the coppers, "Hahahaha +You can't catch him, you can't stop him" +I go by them goon rules +If you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em +You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em +You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em +You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher + +[Break: Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz] +Yeah, motherfucker I'm ill +Yeah, Wayne, I'm going in +[Verse 2: Cory Gunz] +I'm illy in here with them Young Money millionaires +Think you really pop a wheelie in air? +Mac Milli, the Vanilli's in here +I'm a rascal, don't get whopped +I get brats who don't give top +I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on +And I break on anything a nigga take on +Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long +Throw a nigga like I'm Akon, cause I'm acorns +Where the base gone? get the base blown +Let the Pistons on that chopper +Come on, cops, I'm kamikaze, drop a rock with them Obamas +Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme +Silly anytime fine, chilly, gitty on the grind +Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line +Plenty's in me, any guineas with 'em +Bigger than a mini, and remind I'm +Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep +Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a jeep +She caught by Weezy F +We be the best, truly to death, prove me the rest +Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me, I left +Haha! + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire +What, 'chyall really want it? Nah, y'all don't really wanna do it +If hip hop is dead, I am the embalming fluid +And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin' to it +Notice I say 'it', cause to me, it ain't shit +Get, it? +Call me whatcha like, trick, call me on my Sidekick +Never answer when it's private, man, I hate a shy chick +Don't you hate a shy chick? I had a plate of shy chick +And she ain't shy no mo', she changed her name to "My chick" +Yeah, boy, that's my girl +And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world +Totally, dude +You should see their faces when they see that this robot can move +[Break: Lil Wayne] +And it say... +Hahaha, yeah +And it go... +That's right + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +A millionaire, I'm a +Young Money, Cash Money, fast money +Slow money, mo' money, never no money +What is that, who is that? I never heard of it +I will take your picture and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it +Some should take this beat and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it +Because I killed it, now, don't tell no one you heard of me +It's like the beat was screamin', "Murder me!" +And I'm a murderer, so I murdered it +And you niggas is what I'm eating, I'll make sure of it +And he who don't believe me, I'll make dessert of him +Sherbet him, I mean, shame on him, or her; Carter, father of +This rap thing, this is my race +Go on, take a lap, man, Weezy Baby's nursery +Now, gon' take a nap, man, it's naptime +I'll holla back at you at snacktime + +[Break: Lil Wayne] +Weezy... +F... +Yeah, OK +[Verse 5: Lil Wayne] +They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac +André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at, who dat? +Who dat said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne +My name ain't Bic, but I keep dat flame, man +Who dat wanna do dat, boy? You knew dat, you dat swallow +And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels +I don't O-U like two vowels +But I would like for you to pay me by the hour +Haha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers +Than to be in the pen sharing showers +See, Tony told us this world was ours +And the Bible told us every girl was sour +Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower +Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower +Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry +Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me +Man, life just ain't life without me +Hip-hop just ain't hip-hop without me + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Young Moola, baby +C35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +S.A.S.A.R.A.F.[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Bitch better have my money +Don't test me, motherfucker I study +And wifey keep tellin' me the pills gon' kill me +Fuckin' up my sperm count and she want children +Back on my bullshit, I'm back on my bullshit +I'm a dead man walkin', follow my footprints +If you scared go to church, I shoot at the pulpit +My girl pussy sweeter than a whatchamacallit +I ain't worried bout 'em, I say "Hi hater" +I throw you off the top of a skyscraper +5Boro, we go Bozo +And I'd rather be po' before a Popo +Don't come down here if you ain't from down here +Fuck around and get stuck like gum down here +And that vest won't help cause I'm aimin' at your scalp +And all my underwear say Ralph + +[Chorus] +And all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck +Skate and smoke and rap +But all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck +Skate and smoke and rap +Now let me see ya kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip +I got your bitch dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I got a call and nigga it's my sweetie +Five bowls in her mouth spell Weezy +Yeah, monkey on the dick +And I ain't no magician so I never love a trick +Man light up that Swisher, punch him in the kisser +Kidnap his mom, and fuck her like Stifflers +Tatted everywhere man these hoes love a nigga +Glock with the magazine do you want the cover nigga huh? +Um, I'm in that Trukfit +I'm in that pussy and I beat it like a drumstick +Talk stupid and I'll put you on a milk carton +Boy I just shoot you in the back, handicapped parkin' +Yeah, my gun "pow" like Gasol +If you don't want beef milk the cow cowboy +Yeah, and tell them snitches I'm rat poison, pussy motherfucker + +[Chorus] +And all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck +Skate and smoke and rap +But all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck +Skate and smoke and rap +Now let me see ya kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip, kickflip +I got your bitch dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Told Y’all[Intro: DJ K-Swift & Lil Wayne] +Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all (Hahahahaha!) +I told y’all, I tote a tool +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Young Money!) +I told y’all, I tote a tool +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Young Money!) +I told y’all, I tote a tool +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— +T—Told y’all, I tote a tool (Young Mula, baby) +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— +I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh) +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh) +I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh) +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh) +I told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh, I usually don't do this!) +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Uh-huh) +T—Told y’all, I tote a tool (Uh-huh) +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— +But we gon' keep the party going! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I—I—I—I—I—I wake a nigga up in his bed when he sleep +Tie the nigga up from his head to his feet +Then I light the nigga up from his head to his feet +Put his body in the water and his head on the beach +Light another blunt 'cause it save me the grief +I don't give a fuck, I was made for the beef +I don't give a fuck, I'm straight from the streets +But I'm crooked as a bitch, bitch, wave to the thief +Lie to the bad guy, "Hi" to the good dope +Ride with the bad guy, try and you get smoked +Lie and you get smoked, lie for a nigga, though +Try for a nigga, though, die for a nigga, though +Why would a nigga go to New Orleans? +This is Katrinaland +The President flew over, and he ain't even land +We ain't even mad, we ain't even playing +It's duct-tape season in my region +And you ain't leaving until we eating +And I want my piece and I want my peeps to get their piece +And they want their peeps to get their piece +And until then, tell you peeps, "No peace" +I'm a beast and I feast every beat I seek +And I freak every mix CD I leak +I need to be at the T-O-P O-F H-I-P-H-O-P +And I'm I-N D-A C-U-T W-I-T-H them Uzis +Who, me? Yes, me, call me Weezy West, B +'Cause I'm wilder than the motherfucking Wild West be +I'm so ready—are you ready for me? +I'm Young Money, Young Mula, baby +Break in a nigga car at the light +Put the gun to his head, make him park on the right, and +Then I tell him, "Don't talk," make him get out and walk +And then, I tell my goons, "Get right in" +When you fucking with a nigga like me +No homo, but you're fucking with a rider +But they no heard me, when I tried to... +[Hook: DJ K-Swift & Lil Wayne] +Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— +Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— +Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— +Told y'all, I tote a tool +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Ugh!) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Fuck another motherfucker and them other motherfuckers +'Cause can't no motherfucker fuck with a nigga +If you fuck with Lil' Tune +I’ma let my goons just follow your ass like Twitter, nigga +We can do what you want, I don't care +Anyhow, anywhere, anytime, I swear +At sun-up on a nigga, I will run up on a nigga +Put the gun up on a nigga; now, I'm one-up on a nigga +Yeah, I will run the clock behind the guap +And if my leg broke, I will hop; bitch, I will hustle 'til I drop +Bitch, I will throw you from the top of the world +I got myself a Boston girl +She my gypsy, I'm her genie, ride my magic carpet, girl +Flow so sick, you cough and hurl, I'm so twisted, I walk in swirls +I'm so lifted, I walk on clouds +Please, please, please, don't shoot me down +Fucking right, I put it down, buy it white, then cook it brown +This is how "great-looking" sound; K.Y. bring the hook around +[Hook: DJ K-Swift & Lil Wayne] +Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— +Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— +Told y'all, I—, told y'all, I— +Told y'all, I tote a tool +Bullet in the Glock and blow that— (Ugh!) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & DJ-K-Swift] +Hollygrove U.S.A., parlez-vous Français? +Hot as picante, I am a zombie +What more can I say? 'Cause after all, I... +Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all +I told y'all, I tote it +Put the bullet in the Glock and blow that bitch +If you know like I know, you'd put money way before that bitch +Everyone got they hand out +So I drop my drawers, let them hold that dick +I’ma roll that stick, and I’ma roll it thick +And I know I'm colder when it's cold as brick +And I ain't that old, I'm just twenty-six +All in your mouth like I'm a dentist, bitch +Fuck you and your interests, bitch +We on some shoot-the-interest shit +Better find the exit boy, my Nina is so sexy boy +And she feeling desperate boy, don’t make her molest you, boy +Pressure, pressure, boy; what would make you test the boy? +I'm great with no effort, boy, your face will get severed, boy +I'm breaking your level, boy, I'm taking your medal, boy +Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for forever, boy!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s My Nigga[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Young +Young +Young, Young, Young +Young +Young, Young Mula, baby! +Hey! +Hey! +For the grown and sexy, say yeah +Yeah +Hahaha! + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Shawty let your hair down, I'ma let the top down +We can ride around town, turn this bitch to our town +We can do it real big, bigger than you've ever done it +Everything you ever wanted, I can spend whatever on it +Baby, I'm a d-boy, you see my duffle bag +I don't see her panty line where her stomach at +She don't wear drawers, she like her pussy bald +And she don't like pets, but she cool with my dog +And she cook a nigga steak, she fix a nigga plate +She rub a nigga back like I'm in the NBA +And she know I'm in the game, but she know I don't play +She know just what to do to make me say I'm gon' stay +[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne] +But she know I gotta work, and she know I got work +She pack my socks, boxers, and t-shirt +She know I gotta work, and she know I got work +She pack my socks, boxers, and t-shirt + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Thats my motherfucking nigga (Hey!) +Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!) +That's my nigga (Hey!) +Girl, you my nigga +You my motherfucking dog (You my dog) +Girl, you my dog (You my dog) +You are my cutie, my beauty +And I am a motherfucking beast (I'm a beast) +Yes, I'm a beast (Yes, I'm a beast) +Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast) +Yes, I'm a beast +Now, girl, go'n do it for the boy (Do it!) +Do, do it for the boy (Do it!) +Just do it for the boy +Do, do it for the boy + +[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] +Baby, you a beast; baby, you a dog +So if I call you my bitch, please don't take it wrong +And man, I miss my dawgs, so you know I ain't takin' long +I love it when you scream that, "I can't take it, it's too long" +See, my baby hold me down, she never hold me down +Yeah that's my Bonnie, better hold that nigga down +"Babe, shoot that nigga up," then we go home and fuck +That's my dog, she like it rough, that's my dog, ruff-ruff +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +And she know I gotta work and she know I got work +But she buy my drink, my pills, and my purp +And she know I gotta work, she know i got work +And she buy my drinks, my pills, and my purp + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +That's my motherfucking nigga (Hey!) +Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!) +That's my nigga (Hey!) +Girl, you my nigga, you my motherfucking dog (You my dog) +Girl, you my dog (You my dog) +You are my cutie, my beauty +And I am a motherfucking beast +Yes, I'm a beast +Yes, I'm a beast +Yes, I'm a beast +Now, girl, go'n do it for the boy +Do, do it for the boy +Just do it for the boy +Do, do it for the boy (Hahaha) + +[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne] +It go "long hair, don't care" +I put it there, right there, sweat there, tight there +I kiss there, bite there, oh yeah, Ike, yeah +I go there, I don't care, we can do whatever you like +[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] +I know you like that, you love that +From the front door on the living room floor from the back +And she... love to throw that ass back +She get on top and roll, she make my eyes roll back like +Baby, the way you ride me, I'll ride for you +Give me more brain than a zombie, I'll die for you +Then I die, then come back alive for you +I'll survive for you, I'm down for you +You my dog + +[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne] +Long hair, don't care +I put it there, right there, shit, yeah, fuck, yeah +Spit, yeah, suck there, it's there, what's there? +Cum there, cum where? +And you can cum wherever you like, haha +Haha +And you can cum wherever you like +Wherever you like, hehehe + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Shawty let ya hair down, I'ma let the top down +We can ride around town, turn this bitch to our town +We can do it real big, ... than you've ever done it +I can spend whatever on it! +Baby, I'm a d-boy, you see my duffle bag +I see no panty line where her stomach at +'Cause she don't wear drawers, she like her pussy bald +But she don't like pets, but she cool with my dog +And she cook a nigga steak, she fix a nigga plate +She rub a nigga back like I'm in the NBA +And she know I'm down to game, but she know I don't play +She know just what to do to make me say I'm gon' stay + +[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne] +But she know I gotta work, she know I got work +But she buy my socks, boxers, and t-shirt +Said she know I gotta work, she know I got work +She buy my drink, my pills, and my purp + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +That's my motherfucking nigga (Hey!) +Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!) +That's my nigga (Ayy) +Girl, you my nigga, you my motherfucking dog +Girl, you my dog +You are my cutie, my beauty (My dog) +And I am a motherfuckin' beast (I'm a beast) +Yes, I'm a beast (Beast) +Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast) +Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast) +Now, girl, go'n do it for the boy +Do, do it for the boy (Yeah) +Just do it for the boy (Do it for the boy!) +Do, do it for the boy (Hey!) +That's my motherfucking nigga (Hey!) +Yeah, that's my nigga (Hey!) +That's my nigga (Hahaha, ayy) +Yeah, you my nigga, you my motherfucking dog (You my dog) +Girl, you my dog (You my dog) +You are my cutie, my beauty +And I am a motherfucking beast (I'm a beast) +Yes, I'm a beast (Yes I'm a beast) +Yes, I'm a beast (I'm a beast) +Yes, I'm a beast +Now girl, gon' do it for the boy (Do it, do it) +Do, do it for the boy (Do it, do it) +Just do it for the boy (Do it, do it) +Do, do it for the boy + +[Break: Lil Wayne] +Ayyyyy, yeah +You my nigga +Young Mula, baby! +Girl, you my dog (Hahaha) +Girl, you my dog (Young, Young, Young, Young, Young) +And I'm like, man, I miss my dog (Young) +Man, I miss my dog (Young) +Man, I miss my dog (Young, Young, Young, Young) +Man, I miss my motherfucking nigga (Keke, where you at?) +You my nigga +'Cause you my nigga (Keke, where you at?) +Girl, you my nigga (Ayy!) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +You my motherfucking dog +Girl, you my dog +You are my cutie, my beauty +And I am a motherfucking beast +Yes, I'm a beast +Yes, I'm a beast +Now, girl go'n do it for the boy, just do it for the boy +Just do it for the boy, do, do it, do, do it +Just do it for the boy, girl, do it for the boy +Just do it + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +A bitch is a female dog, and they say a dog is a man's best friend +HOLLA! +Haha!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SUWU[Intro: Lil Wayne (DJ Drama)] +Yeah, I really don't wear shades when I do my verses +But uh, sometimes I don't want to see my words +This for you, Six shit +Yeah, hello? +(Free 6LACK) +Brrr, Hello? +Fuck it, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah... +(Mafia Family, that is) +Dedication 6 +(Free C5!) + +[Verse 1] +Roses are red, our eyes are too, yeah +The pillows, the bed, the light bulbs too, Suwu +The scarf on my head and her drawers too +None of this shit she heard before +My lies all new, true +I cross my heart, I won't cross you, damn +Ride me so good I need horse shoes, ohh +Eat that shit out like some soul food, yeah +Cut the shit down, you'll hear old Tune, brrp +She come to my house and I got drugs layin' 'round +So easy to pick up, and they so hard to put down +Gift and a curse +And she don't mind fuckin' with girls +As long as Tiffany's first +Hello, fuck it +[Hook] +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She get a little brazy, but she still wavy (Suwu) +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She get a little faded, but she still savin' (Fuck you) + +[Verse 2] +Roses are red, our eyeballs too +We go from the sofa, to floor, to the bed, these nice walls too +Roses are red, our skin tone too, yeah +Let's go off to space, the way stars do, (Pewm) +We gone, it's all in our heads, and our hearts too, (Vroom) +I'm gone, she waitin' in bed for that part two, (Skrt) +I'm back, and we argue all mornin', fuck all noon, (Err-Ehh) +That's what the bed and the walls do +Hel-Hello? She come to my house and I got guns layin' 'round +But, she treat each one of them like it's her own child +Gift and the curse +And she don't mind fuckin' with girls as long as Tiffany's first +Hello, fuck it (Suwu) +Roses are red and my stones too +The roses are dead and my phone too +Damn, I'm changin' her life, her ringtone too +Cut that shit down, you'll hear old Tune + +[Hook] +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She-she get a little brazy, but your bitch basic +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She said, "Fuck that nigga, Baby, I'm your real baby." +(Fuck it) +That's my little baby, that's my little baby +She get a little faded, but she steal safely3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Alphabet Bitches[Intro] +Santana I see you, haha +Citas's son! +Mama please don't be mad at me for this one +But I gotta tell my story... +I had to do it +Check, my name is Weezy baby +Please say the baby +If you're not, don't say it at all +This is my story + +[Verse 1] +Well, the A is for Ashley, she always ask for me +To take it out her pussy, put it right in her ass +And the B is for Brittany, she right in the class +She be hating on Ashley, 'cause she tight in the ass +The C is for Christina want me to big screen her +The way she dick Kiss should be a misdemeanor +So if you seen her, I been searchin but can't find her +Ever since I been with Diamond with Diamonds in her vagiña +And the E is for ever-elegant Erika +Sweet red bitch, we used to call her Miss America +I ain't gon' lie, now, Erika is a dog +And to them Magnolia niggas, she done fucked 'em all, Slim! +Speaking of Slim, the F is for Fat +A real skinny ho so you know why they call her that +And the G for Gabrielle, you can call her Gabby +But all my homeboys seem to call her "Nasty," man! +[Hook] +These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches +These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches +These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches +These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!) +I get bitches (say what), I get bitches (say who) +I get bitches (say huh), I get bitches +You got (oh), you got (oh) +You got (oh), you got-oh! + +[Verse 2] +H is for my H-town homegirl Heather +Head, haze, purple, pussy, pills, forever +My mami's dedicated, aww, yeah +She neva tell me n"o," the most she say is "Not here" +And then, uh, I is for Isis, mami a Pisces +She fuck rappers for free, but hit them actors with prices +They always pay 'cause her body the nicest +But I hit that everyday, back when I had the wife-ahhhhh +J for Joanessa, kinda sexy with light eyes +She didn't make the band but she still doing quite fine +The K for Kia, I hate that bitch +Because she super fucking fine but she can't take that dick +And then the L is for LaKia, that's Kia's twin +Night and day, every time we fuck, I fall right in +And the M is for Maria, María, Mariá +She hangs out with NeCole whose fucking Olivia, well! +[Hook] +These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!) +These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!) +These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!) +These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!) +I get bitches (say what), I get bitches (say who) +I get bitches (say huh), I get bitches +You got (oh), you got (oh) +You got (oh), you got, oh! + +[Verse 3] +P for Paulina she go all night +If I don't fuck her once a week, she pro'ly go on strike +And the Q is for Queen 'cause she is my Queen +No, she can't ride it like Renata, but her body is mean +And the S is for Shayna, a sucker in bed +She take advantage of the fact that I'm a sucker for head +And the T is for Tara, too much mascara +Tone down on the blush, like you tryna scare us +U for Ursula, she with Vicky +They both come over and work out with me +The W for Wanda, she kinda remind ya +Of that game Street Fighter, hands like E. Honda +The Y for Yvette, she get wetter than most +She always tryna get high, but I just let her get low +And last, but not least, the Z goes to Zara +She get high off zinfandel and masturbate to The Carter +Yeah! +[Hook] +These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!) +These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches (Geah!) +These are my bitches, my Alpha Bitches (Geah!) +These are my bitches, my Alphabet Bitches +I get bitches (say what), I get bitches (say who) +I get bitches (say hanh), I get bitches (OH!) +You got (oh), you got (oh), you got (oh), you got oh! Ah!6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Scottie[Intro] +Cool N Dre, this is + +[Refrain] +It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), uh +You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah +The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin') +'Cause only in still water we can see our faces (See our faces) +Real shit, I told my nigga + +[Verse 1] +"Boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin' +Nigga, them dog-ass hoes be creepin'" +I got a few Ms put up for safe keepin' +Long hair, don't care like I was raised in a teepee +Nigga, gun hurt, Nina said she 'bout to go streakin' +Niggas 'bout to go to missin', niggas 'bout to go to deacons +Niggas 'bout to get high as airmen from Tuskegee +Niggas blind to the fact 'cause they don't wan' see me +Niggas don't want talk, niggas don't want reason +Niggas don't want peace, niggas don't know the meanin' +Nigga said, "You're a bitch, nigga," bitch European +Nigga, we Herculean, nigga, skate, surf, or skiin' +Nigga really overseeing, y'all niggas sight seein' +Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteein' +New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee +And when he died, niggas shouted out, "Tha-thank you, Jesus" +Cruising down the street and I ain't Caribbean +Ain't terrified and I ain't never been +Sippin' H-Town, lookin' like Jeremy Lin +I'm movin' slower than a fuckin' Maryland terrapin +I ain't got time, patience very thin +I will fuck a nigga bride on the day she marry him +I'm a bad Samaritan, I'm a black American +Got white like a fuckin' Aryan, and +[Chorus] +I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it +I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen +I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper, nigga +Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas +I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no + +[Verse 2] +Now beam me up Scotty +You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub +With "Stop snitchin'" written on a note by her body +I picked up your ho and she wore something tiny +I wore something simple, she like that about me +My dope from the '90s, my dope ain't consignment +My coke ain't that diet, I hope you a client +These hoes be relying, these niggas be lying +These niggas who snitchin' we throw to the lions +Ain't no testifyin', you know desert's quiet +So scream until you give your throat laryngitis, we so terrorizin' +You cuddle too much, you choose hoes to confide in +I know where you hide and that ho verified it +I told my homie, "I know where to find him" +He said, "You late, we already got him +And by the way, it was an honor" +That made my day, made me so proud +I bought my bitch some shit from her favorite designer +And a Chihuahua +What's the occasion? Don't worry about it +I don't fuck with snakes except Kobe, the Mamba +Might cut off my hair 'cause these hoes is Delilah's +Let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals +Call me the greatest or call me retired +It's up in the air like carbon monoxide +Bitch, we in the buildin', we started from outside +My dick is my third eye and she call it cockeyed +My bath tub lift up, my walls do a 360 +She get so wet, it can be sea sickening +Niggas expect some sort of leniency +I'm in high def, but why are you screening me? +I'm Weezy F you, with a sick dick +Hop on my skateboard, do a quick trick +Playin' my role, even with a thick script +Waitin' on a revolution, hope I get a big tip +Smoking on Cee-Lo Green, lighting up a big gift +Every bud get nipped, life is so vibrant and the suns just trip +Anything can happen, put the whats with the ifs +But what's with the ifs? +Just pass that weed like flyin' colors +Light green, teal, turquoise, purple +When I'm in a room, if these walls could talk +I'm sure they'd prefer to be non-verbal +Papa was a rolling stone, worthless +Mama said I wasn't on purpose +That's why I got a ice box where +My heart used to be in this cold world +I'm a monster, a cold blooded monster +I'm colder than fuckin' Moscow, kilos, ounces, GRAMMYs, Oscars +Knock you off your fuckin' high horse +Like a cold-blooded jouster, fightin' for my life +Praying to the ringside announcer +[Refrain] +It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), yeah +You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah +The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin') +'Cause only in still water's when we see our faces (See our faces) +Real shit, tell 'em + +[Chorus] +I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it +I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen +I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need that chopper with me +Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas +I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no +I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no +I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper with me +Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas +I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no +Now beam me up Scotty (Now beam me up Scotty)12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stop Playin With Me[Intro] +(Chill Stump on the beat) + +[Verse 1] +Ooh, I got a plus sized model +But she my lil' mama +I make her bust it open for me like a piñata +And as the world turned, she was my spin doctor +'Cause when I was down, you all got lost on me like Bin Laden +I know that times changed, I don't think I've changed +I changed my mind a bunch of times, but that's just mind games +Baby, stop playin' with me +Do I look like I'm playin' with you? +I was runnin' from myself, and that's just who I ran into +Closed my eyes last night and had a dream I was dyin' +When I woke up, I was surprised, and I hate surprises +I hate to love, they love to hate, but when it's all synchronizin' +It feel just like the flames have died up in this cold state of mind +Promethazine tranquilizers as I say my goodbyes +Paid them no mind, and as I wait for my receipt +I just got my face tatted and it felt orgasming +I got on a straightjacket, then it must be fashion week +I just look like this, ho, don't be comparin' me +Shit is so embarrassing, low-key flattering +They'd rather battle royale, way before they battle me +Long live my skateboard and rest in peace to Adam Z +Motherfucker, stop playin' with me +[Chorus] +Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me +Stop playin' with me, bitch, it's been a long time +For a long time +Time sure flies but it's on a long flight +No I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time +You think it's play time? Well bitch, it's game time +And you gon' stop playin' with me +Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me + +[Verse 2] +Ooh, I've been feelin' like a killer since the diapers +I've been feelin' like a hitter since the minors +Sticky icky like a itsy bitsy spider +They say to be or not to be, bitch, I'm indecisive +I'm in the buildin' like the interior designer +You in your feelings like a bitch when she get her cycle +Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch? I'm yellin', "Please don't wife her" +Dwayne Carter, niggas wanna be the DC sniper +Well, fuck it, I'm thuggin' on the low, I'm ballin' on the high +I'm fuckin' on the floor, she can crawl but can't hide +I'm Bloodin' with my bros, goin' hard with my slimes +It ain't nothin' to a GOAT but the roar of a lion +Jungle book, ho, it's another book show +No car keys needed, button push, go +We gon' ghost ride in the whip, then she believe in ghosts +I'ma snowplow on that bitch until she freezin' cold +She gon' slope style on the dick until she eat the snow +Put my foot down in this bitch, these niggas twinkle toes +Nigga, sit down, you a bitch, I heard your seat unfold +Way up in the nosebleeds, hold your head back, squeeze your nose +[Outro] +Nigga, stop playin' with me +Stop playing with me +It's been a long time, a long time +Long, long time since she loved me long time +Told her stop playin' with me +Stop playin' with me +No, I don't need air time 'cause I got hang time +You think it's play time? Well then it's game time +You gon' stop playin' with me +Stop playin' with me, bitch, stop playin' with me +Stop playin' with me, bitch +Yes, I've been on time, for a long time +And time sure flies, but it's on a long flight +And you gon' stop playin' with me, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Black Republicans[Intro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] +*Pfff...* +Now, this is what they've been waiting for +Yeah, yessir +Ya dig? +Ya dig? +Santana! +Weezy F! +Ayy! +Haha! +Ayy, Wayne +What up, man? +What you been working on, nigga? +Oh, you know +I got Curren$y new album +And quietly working on my album, ya dig? +Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too, nigga +That's what it is! +But dig this +Hmm? +They wanna know what we been working on together +Yeah, yeah +That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit," they know that there +Yeah, you know +They know what it is +So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide +That's what they thinking! +Guess what?We already did +Already +Go! +[Verse 1: Juelz Santana] +I'm feeling like a Black Republican, naw, I can't call it +More like a Black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office (Get out) +Young Barack-a Obama, I'm all for it +The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you +I protect my land like a farmer +Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yup), huh +Or should I say fat like the Parkers +Tote big guns like I'm still playing Contra (Ha) +Y'all washed up like money that's laundered (Yeah) +Y'all funny, I'm bonkers +Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness +Rock star, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Ha) +And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass +I shall shine forever, never tarnish (Never) +Money buried behind my house like a garden (What?) +All green, my bank account's like a forest +I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started (Yeah) +And Weezy is my accomplice (Ya dig?) +A black activist like Sonny Carson +Stripes of a sergeant, salute me +And chicks, I get 'em high, higher than turbulences +White Phantom, lookin' so Fergalicious (Haha) +I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims +It's get rich, go to jail, or be a murder victim +Ayy! Now all y'all listen +If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I feel like a Black Republican, tote the MAC in the public +AndAct so southern n' die for my brethren +Money, money-money, like Money Mackin' Publishing +One life to live, never ask for a mulligan +Streets cold but the heat make me feel covenant +Been had cake, you late like Ed Sullivan +Fly like an eagle, but no, I'm not Donovan +Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem +And my mind is on another continent +I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit +I don't parking-lot pimp, I just politick +But I get all in her mouth like Polident +New Orleans representer to the inner +Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer +The sun don't shine, and the guns don't sleep +Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] +Ya dig? +Ayy! +And we wanna let the world know +This is not a diss song either, people +Uh-uh, uh-uh +We don't diss them, we dismiss them +Ya dig? Haha +Recognize or step aside +Yeah! +Ya dig? +Hahaha +We let the music talk +Drought 3! Hahaha +And by the way +What? +It's Santana +It's Weezy! +I'm back +Yeah +You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards cause you can't face yourself +Assholes +DipSet for life +Cash Money +Cash Money, what up! +Young Money, Skull Gang +Mill!13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hold Up[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Leggo, Ok +Bitch I’m me, American Gangster +Weezy F. Baby, born in a manger +Trouble is my friend, I ain’t foreign to danger +Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels +Shoot you in your halo, shoot you like Halo +New Orleans a-hole; frio, fuego +All about my bread like bagels, they know +I’m raw like Quaaludes +Bal' like gay hoes +Weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes +Spit like nines, four-fifths, and three-eight-0s +Niggas want problems, well I am problematic +It’s back to picking cotton, cause you niggas cotton candy +I’m a Eastside Damu +Deep water Shamu +Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo +Kush in the bamboo +Pussy in the bedroom +Pass that bitch down like an heirloom +Tunechi + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Hold up, hold up +Wait a minute +Hold up, hold up +Man, we hustle 'til night fall +Party 'til sunlight +Guns in the boxers +Don’t make this a gun fight +Fuck them other niggas +I fuck them niggas bitches +Benadryl shit +Trigger finger itching +And we hustle 'til night fall +Party 'til sunlight +Guns in the boxers +Don’t make this a gun fight +Fuck them other niggas +I fuck them niggas bitches +Benadryl shit +Trigger finger itching +Hold up +Hold up +Wait a minute +Hold up +Hold up +[Verse 2: T-Streets] +Maan, bitch I’m Streets, I rep that East +Gimme the beef, I’ll put the beef in the grease +Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets +I fucked that bitch: mission complete +Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation +I’m a real nigga, don’t fuck with imitations +Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations +I don’t play games, niggas simulation +Which one of y’all niggas say you bout it +It’s a fucked up world T-Streets take you out it +That’s word to the Glock +Glock in the sock +Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock +Hol' up + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Married to the money, you welcome to the reception +And she came with problems; fuck it, that’s my stepsons +Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come +And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs, uh +Based on a true story +I got a million flows, they ain’t even two stories +Sleeping on the edge, I hope I don’t toss and turn +Shoot down the early bird, and that’s how I get the worm +Yeah, Real Nigga University Alumni +Just checked my watch, and that bitch said sometimes +She say when I’m in her, it feel like I’m soul-searching +And they say money talks, well it’s my spokesperson, uh +Grab a star from the sunroof +I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true +Yeah, Young Money and the power +Send my B's at you, like a motherfucking flower +Hold Up +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Hold up +Hold up +Wait a minute +Hold up +Hold up +Man, we hustle 'til night fall +Party 'til sunlight +Guns in the boxers +Don’t make this a gun fight +Fuck them other niggas +I fuck them niggas bitches +Benadryl shit +Trigger finger itching +And we hustle 'til night fall +Party 'til sunlight +Guns in the boxers +Don’t make this a gun fight +Fuck them other niggas +I fuck them niggas bitches +Benadryl shit +Trigger finger itching +Hold up +Hold up +Wait a minute +Hold up +Hold up2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sick[Intro: DJ Drama] +A YMGM Collaboration +Young Money, Generation M +Get with it! + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Squad poppin' like the Pentagon +Squad poppin' like the renaissance +Squad poppin' like the Thriller song +And you pussy ass niggas thrill is gone +My squad lit like a strobe light +Squad lit on a slow night +Squad ain't got no type +Cinderella, Pocahontas, Snow White +My squad poppin', my bitch shoppin' +My niggas thuggin', my bitch robbin' +I'm inside cuddlin' with the chopper +Workin' on the stove, like a novel +Diggin' in my pockets, tryna find the bottom +Codeine got the drink all soggy +And your queen got my dick hard body +There's a stick up in my drawers, armed robbery +My squad poppin' like the white house +Squad never need time out +Squad way up on the ninth cloud +Way up here we got iCloud +My squad lit like a strobe light +Every night, any night, all night +6 hoes and they all dykes +And all they need is one mic +My new attic full of dead bodies +Old attic full of dead bodies +Bedroom full of red bodies +I got your main bitch headlinin' +She cry to me, said "You're no fair" +Cried to me, said "You're low fare" +Dry pussy with no hair +So we showered together and the soap fell +Then I ask her how the dope feel +I don't care how the ho feel +I kick her ass out the dope house +And she can ask her ass how the door feel +Squad pop like the Pentagon +Thot talk like Jenny Jones +Smokin' loud like an intercom +I'ma keep it summer all winter long +Squad lit like the sunlight +You gon' have to squint or use one eye +No Mike Tyson, this a gun fight +Had to hide my guns 'cause they gun-shy +Squad pop like the Pentagon +Had to put a few killers on +If you don't want no static +You gon' have to put some antennas on +Wait, drop-top with the titties on +Bitch bounce like a tennis ball +Pussies hatin' like menopause +Its a jungle out there, Senegal +Wait, drop-top with the tinteds on +It get ugly when I'm pretty stoned +Fat pockets with the skinnies on +I'm dead right, but I'm livin' wrong +No red lights, my limits gone +My meds right, I'm Trippy Jones +My wave right like Billabong +My diamonds dance like Diddy Combs +Her headlights, I turn 'em on +She wanna go to Mars, that journey long +I'm gon' fuck her hard 'til her sternum gone +My diamonds sing, she learn the songs +I woke up, like this ho +I'm burnin' pot like Crisco +She a Crip ho but she a nympho +And we color blind, and you know love is blind +In each other's eyes, we butterflies +Rock and roll like Hummer tires +I don't even got to be her number 1 +I'm her number 6 and she my number 9 +Get it? +All these drugs scientific +All these boys science fiction +Softer than a flying ribbon +Walkin' all 9 innings +Talkin' shit while I'm shittin' +Defecation expensive +Destination exquisite +Dedication 6th senses +I'm the shit up in the restroom +Guess who up in my guest room +Smack her ass, leave a flesh wound +Weezy F. Baby, test tube +The Martian get high as Neptunes +I fuck your bitch, how is that news? +And you ain't shit to a raccoon +I go ape-shit on these baboons +The diamonds still doin' dance moves +The money still makin' fast moves +6 feet or 3 pair of shoes +You still underground where the grass grew +Headshot, that's a hairdo +Blood drop like shampoo +Young Vidal Sassoon +Oh well, no Shamu +She clap her ass and the lamp blew +We catch your ass gettin' fast food +It happen fast, then we vamoose +Rat-a-tat-ta-ta-tat, poof +I go Apple Jack to the Froot Loop +I got milk, sauce, and the Ragu +From the body on the side walk +I chucked to the chalk in this kids classroom +Six shit +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Craziest shit Drake ever bought me as a gift was um probably some, some jewelry or something like Drake buy real extravagant gifts like so, I don't, you know, forgive me for saying I don't remember but it's like the gift be so extravagant meaning like I probably use it every day so when you use something everyday you totally forget who got that shit for you,I 'm sorry you just do. and so he get you those type of gifts when I say extravagant I mean like uh the house I probably live in was probably bought by Drake you know what I mean shit like that3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck tha World[Intro] +Look, look, look + +[Verse 1] +A young nigga screamin fuck the world and let 'em die +Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smokin ride +Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet +And got my eyes fire red and Glock on my seat +I'm tryna' stay under intoxication +Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation +I'm drinkin liquor like it's water, gettin pissy drunk +And stayin away from them lil' broads they tryna get me stomped keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my waistline +Duckin the law, cause I ain't tryna' do no Fed time +Sometimes I just wish I could be away +But I gotta take care of Ginae and keep Ms. Cita straight +So I just maintain the struggle and I keep tryin +But how can I when my closest people keep dyin' +I ain't lyin that the law tryna' bust my clique +But I scream fuck the world man, I'm too young for this + +[Chorus] +Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world +I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl +And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real +And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills +Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world +I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl +And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real +And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills +[Verse 2] +Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad +The Feds said they heard that I know where them birds at +And my old lady say she saw me with anotha brizzah +And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill 'em +And teachers keep tellin' my momma that I'm gettin' worse +And now she trippin talkin 'bout I need to be in church +And my lil' girl whole family tryna lie in court +Tryna' put me, a child, on child support +And whole family deny me of what I do cause I'm a 'thug and stuff' +Plus, my niggas keep fallin to them drugs and stuff +That dope got these niggas meltin' away +Man they got clowns right around me, killin' they self everyday +We keep fightin' but they so strong +I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on +Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust +And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck +We don't give a fuck + +[Chorus] +Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world +I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl +And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real +And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills +Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world +I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl +And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real +And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills +[Verse 3] +I mean the world just ain't gon' never change +So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang +Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas +Like everybody against me cause I'm a young thug +Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit? +But I'mma keep you alive, nigga, I'm Lil Rabbit +That's why this lil' nigga be buggin like it's no tomorrow +I only can depend on macita and C-M-R +I try my best to make it through the night and live today +But I'm upset so I'm steady wipin' tears away +And police got me under surveillance when and wherever +Wrecking they brains, tryna' figure where I'm gettin that cheddar +I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone +I can handle all'a my business, this lil' man grown +But I try to forget about it and just stand strong +But if everythang was cool I wouldn't write this damn song +Fuck the world + +[Chorus] +Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world +I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl +And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real +And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills +Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world +I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl +And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real +And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills +Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world +I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl +And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real +And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills +Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man fuck the world5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck Up Some Commas (Remix)[Hook: Future] +Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah +Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah +Forty thou to a hunned thou +A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou +Three hunned thou, five hunned thou +A million, let's have a money shower +Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah +Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah +Forty thou to a hunned thou +A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou +Three hunned thou, five hunned thou +A million, let's have a money shower + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Fuck up some commas, Tunechi +Let's fuck up the future, Future +My homie just robbed an Uber +I get a discount on cruises +Ain't no more Cash Money, just money +A nigga pull up if it's somethin' +They don't call me Jr no more +They call me the number 1 stunna +Give no fuck shit, we don't give no fucks +Put on my tux, here comes the bride in her all white cups +Hundred million to a fuckin' billion +All these broke niggas unfamiliar +My bitch bad, I say, “Mama Mia" +Pants sag like the young Aaliyah, Lil Tunechi +[Hook: Future] +Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah +Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah +Forty thou to a hunned thou +A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou +Three hunned thou, five hunned thou +A million, let's have a money shower +Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah +Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah +Forty thou to a hunned thou +A hunned thou 'nother hunned thou +Three hunned thou, five hunned thou +A million, let's have a money shower9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hit Em Up[Intro] +Yeah +I tried talk to 'em + +[Verse 1] +Quit talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah +Any motormouth could get hung high +We don't fuck with niggas like fungi, we don't even hear ya +Hollerin' bullshit, nigga, cut the diarrhea (Get 'em) +Pistol lie inside of the armrest (Yeah), um, yes +Lay a nigga down in his own mess (Yeah), don't mess +Player fuck around with the homeless (Yeah), charmless +You can leave out here armless, no homies (Go) +Honest, you niggas is harmless +I'm calm as a don is supposed to (Be), Cosa Nostra +Don't ever approach him (Nah), don't get close to him (Uh-uh) +Shootouts ain't nothin' but rock and roll to him (Damn) +Leave your blood on the dash', call it rosewood (Ugh) +'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook +It ain't nothing and don't make it if you no good +I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to + +[Chorus] +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm +But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms +And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose +He had too much talk and not enough proof +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em (Yo) +[Verse 2] +Take them shoes off your teeth, stop runnin' your mouth +No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth (Huh) +I'll come to your house, me and my goons +Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon (Yeah) +Throwing up fingers, saying, "My side rule" (Yeah) +If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove (Get 'em), yeah +That Maybach coupe a cockeyed fool +And I'm in it like Bennett, ho, aren't I cool? +But if the thermostat switch and that needle move (Uh-oh) +Then the attitude switch and that heat'll move +I got that Chiquita banana clip for the tool +Meet a disaster, pity the fool +Eat a catastrophe, swallow the truth +Belch reality, how does it taste? +Powder your face, you a bitch, nigga +All pussy, stop comin' out your lips, nigga +I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to + +[Chorus] +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm +But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms +And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose +He had too much talk and not enough proof +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +[Verse 3] +Real talk, boy, chill with the talk, boy (Yeah) +That Tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart, boy (Blatt) +Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart, boy +You start with the wrong boy, it end with a song, boy (Oh) +With your friends to carry you along +To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone (Yeah) +Fuck the discussion, I ain't into it, boy +I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy (Bah) +Big Uzi, just shoot a boy (Brr) +I'm inside looking out, you just an intruder, boy (Get 'em) +You need sutures on your smoochers, boy, but +I tried talk to 'em, but then a nigga had to + +[Chorus] +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm +But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms +And man, I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a nigga get loose +He had too much talk and not enough proof +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em +Hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up +I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up +I tried talk to 'em, I tried talk to 'em26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Blooded[Intro] +Pi' 'til I die +Just because! +Pi' 'til I die +Piru +B's up +Bitch, I'm me + +[Hook] +Young Money is the label, let us in the door +Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows +Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! + +[Verse 1] +Once again, it's on—yeah, I'm back in the booth +Stand at the top like a tack in the roof +Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit +Still on my toes, not a crack in my shoe +Rappers talking 'bout me, but I don't give a hoot +These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth +Talk tough 'til I knock off your kuf' +And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof +They hating on me, I'm just tryna be Weezy +Just like Young Jeezy in a lima-bean 'Ghini +Smoked out my mind, baby, now I'm seeing 3D +Dopeboy fresh from my fitted to my DC's +All red, so these hoes know who we be's (B's up) +We be's Bloods—we B's +Popeye flow, y'all niggas Sweet Peas +Getting high on a yacht—call it "seaweed" +[Hook] +Young Money is the label, let us in the door +Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows +Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! + +[Verse 2] +I advance my flow, and they must like that +They like it so much, they say they write that +Barking at the dog, but I don't bite back +I ain't CPR, I ain't bringing they life back +Black CBR, bad bitch on the bike back +Skittles on my wrist, yeah, nigga, the bright pack +I'ma shine, I live where the light at (You dig?) +Air Force fly, call me a Nike check +Brand-new coupe same color as the sky +The dash say 2, y'all know I'm gon' try +Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm gon' lie +They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm gon' fry +Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries +So I'ma just walk all over them guys +Niggas throwing darts, never hit the bullseye +Young Money, bitch, New Orleans, East Side +[Hook] +Young Money is the label, let us in the door +Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Neck music) +I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows +Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! + +[Verse 3] +Been around the world, rep the same thing +Been around the world, it's the same gang +B's up, B's up, flame gang +Blaat, b-blaat, blaaa-blaaat, bang-bang +I told my homie Streets, "You can't sleep on life" +So he popped a X pill and didn't sleep all night +I ain't worrying 'bout you, I'm just trying do me +Last album did two, I'm just trying do three +I am what every pair of eyes ought to see +Bitches wish they could just call and order me +My Momma used to tell me "Get a nine-to-five" +Cash Money made her say, "Never mind, I'm fine" (B's up!) + +[Hook] +Young Money is the label, let us in the door +We coming in this bitch, all red to the floor +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Just because!) +I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows +Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! +[Outro] +Piru, to Damu +Soo-woo12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Something Different[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +DJ Khaled! + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry +'Cause you just a joke now, that's brazy +I took a nap and you took your things +And I heard the doorknob, that's brazy +I told you don't trip, got your number blocked +And I done went ghost town, that's brazy +Where all the bitches is at that say +That they don't be doing all this and all that? + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +She tired of sleeping with bums +I can't even blame her for wantin' to eat cat +I been waking up in her ribs +Sometimes she tell me that loosen her back, damn +Please don't sing that nigga's song +If you do then we can't even kiss after that, yeah +Anytime I pull out that gat on them boys +They must think I'm finna relapse, damn, ayy +.40 cal sit on my lap, wait, don't try to give me no dap +Keep some distance between us, we COVID-19ers +We ain't with that sociable crap, wait +I seen some strippers get jacked, and ain't enough making it clap +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I know that you're with your friends going brazy, down bad +'Cause they keep asking where I'm at, damn babe +Sometimes they ask and sometimes you lie +But I bet they know now, they ain't brazy +Sometimes it's facts and sometimes it's lies +But they tell you scroll down, they shady +But I ain't gon trip 'cause your number blocked +And that shit is old now, and please say the "Baby," wait +Where all these bitches be at +Since you let them ruin all this and all that? + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Fuck it, now my new thing postin' stories about where we went +I know you be spying all in my comments +Moved out Miami and forgot bout the Lambi' +Neighbors just called me, I said "You can have it" +Cut that girl off but I don't do no braggin' +It wasn't me man, it must've been Shaggy +She left me for dead but wanna jump in my casket +She runnin' red, I'm gone in a napkin +My heart is still beatin' and a nigga still need it +I'm back in love, look like I'm fallin' so deep +And she pillow talk with herself, bitch you just dreamin' +And shawty just text me some shit, I ain't read it +And then I delete it +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I know that she at his crib going crazy, down bad +'Cause what we had didn't last, damn baby +Sometimes I laugh so hard that I cry +'Cause you just a joke now, I'm brazy +I took a nap and you took your things +And I heard the doorknob, you brazy +But I ain't gon trip, 'cause your number blocked +And that shit is old now, and please say the "Baby," yeah + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I know that you at the crib going crazy, down bad +Looking at the ceiling fans, No Ceilings, baby, 3 + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +That's right, No Ceilings 3 +One time for Belaire and Bumbu, let's go2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cry Out[Intro] +Yea... Yea +Yes +Ima call this here... real rap +Cause this rap is real... ya know? +I hope you ain't too tired to cry +And I hope you know you ain't never too live to die +Listen + +[Verse] +I grew up where them people called them people on us +Think we slangin, but we just got beepers on us +Grindin' all day like we got sleep insomnia +Livin' like the videos write a treatment on us +Stuck in the hood like they put cement on us +Ghetto birds still shittin on us, government still quittin' on us +Lost a few homies and the grief still sittin on us +So we got the names writtin on us +White folks still spittin' on us +And them bitch ass police canines, teeth still grittin' on us +But we smoke, ashes still gettin' on us +Older bitches still hittin' on us +I remember well, Beezy roll the L +Beezy ain't here... where's Beezy at?... Beezy got killed +And that was my nigga, I go way back wit my nigga +But I know thats how it happened my nigga +Shit is much deeper than this rappin my nigga +But now they all rappin, my niggas, so now I must make it happen +So I'mma play the captain, sail boat flappin my nigga +No fingas I'm snappin', happy for my nigga Lil' Tiggas +Cause even though we couldn't, The Lord saved him +Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated +Found his body like a month later, Rest in Peace boy +He was a East boy, and so was Wesy West +He was a good nigga, so I know he blessed +And his daughter is a princess +This shit is harder than a bench press +But I'mma keep goin, and I swear I got a lump in my throat +But I'mma keep on pumpin the flow +So if I cry dont stop the beat +I feel like my heart just stopped the beat +My nigga Lil' Derrick is quick to cop a key +Either that or load the gat and go pop a G +And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine +I pray his family and his mama fine +So much shit just sit on this mind of mine +I think about it all the time +I drink about it all the time +I smoke back to back +Cause if my thoughts got to me I'd be in this rap +Or I'd be in the can, thank God I had dreams of being the man +Yea +And fuck a man with a badge +Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge +The five o killed naughty good boy dead +Man you woulda thought they killed corn bread +Shot 'em up face down on the lawn +Not to mention with his handcuffs on +Not to mention they had plain clothes on +And the complaint goes on +But don't nobody do nothin' bout it +The jailhouse and the morgue is too fuckin' crowded +And haters at an all time high +Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin iPod +Shit and they tried to burn my phantom up +But I got my gun license, I got my hammers up +I'm ready to shoot like a camera +Stay still mothafucka I'mma have to write my will this summer +Cause if they don't kill me, I'mma kill this summer +Yea +And you can put that on my late father +Or my late grandmother, Ms. Mercedes Carter +Or my grandfather Larry Bosock +The old man hustle 'till his heart stopped +And all I know 'bout my real pops is that he had money +No bank account, that brown paper bag money +Yea he might hit me off wit a little brag money +But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me +But look how I turned out I hope he glad for me +But thats why when I see him I acts mad funny - +Cause he's a joke to me +Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me +It's just me and my mama how it's suppose to be +And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me +And I know she gets all hope for me +And I don't ever want to see her mope for me +Hopefully, but truthfully there is a day that's due for me +But we gone pray it's as far as the future sees +You are listenin' to the future Wee-zy F. Baby +Amen7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Clap For Em[Verse 1] +Shake that ass like a salt shaker +Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker +Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker +Girl, take that cash from them ball players +Yeah, let me see you make that pussy open-close +For some Gucci open-toes and some OVOs +I hit it like a bullet hole, leave that pussy swole +You lookin' like a pot of gold on that silver pole +Clap, encore, pussy lips drum roll +Make the pearl tongue go rrrrrrrrrr +Round of applause, make a round of applause +Bounce for your boy, up and down, bungee cord +One cheek at a time, girl, you asinine +Left, right, right, left, girl, I can't decide +Uh, bae just got off work, lemme pop a Perc' +Garbage bag full of ones, don't know what she worth +I'ma fuck her 'til she squirt, then she go to church +Clap it like a choir + +[Chorus] +Oh, yes, hoes +Make that ass clap like a round of applause +Make that ass clap like a round of applause +Make that ass clap like a round of applause +Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Take, take that cash, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +[Bridge] +Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker +She just got a fake ass, it be soft later +Don't take that trash from them heart-breakers +Take, take that cash (Jahlil beats, holla at me!) + +[Chorus] +Hold up, shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Yeah, yeah, yeah (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Okay (Make that ass...) + +[Verse 2] +Wobble-di-wobble, lil' mama ass is colossal +Give me head like a bobblehead, bobble-di-bobble +And she gobble and gargle and swallow until I'm hollow +She gon' do it for the culture, then go viral and viral (Woo) +Viral and viral, ooh, viral and viral +Pull that grande out my pants and grind it like Ariana +Grind it like Ariana, grind it like marijuana +I make her holla like a virgin Madonna, go soprano +Call me Kurt Cocaine, wilin' like I'm Nirvana +I eat it like a piranha, she got a tongue like iguana +She wear her hair like E. Honda, a birthday suit for pajamas +I'm only here 'til mañana, she say no habla España +I say for sh-sure, make that shit go pa-pa-pa-pa like my pistol +Bitch, go sicko on my pickle, my lollipop, my popsicle +This YM, ho, and it been, ho, I been poppin' since my demo +Shout out Pluto +This that N.O., make that ass clap like some cymbals, ow +Rrrrrrrrr +[Chorus] +Oh, yes, hoes +Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +She just got a fake ass, it be soft later (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Shake, shake that ass like a salt shaker (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +She just got a fake ass, it be soft later (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Shake, shake that ass, hold up (Make that ass clap like a round of applause) +Shake, shake that ass (Make that ass clap like a round of applause)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bring It Back[Intro: Mannie Fresh] +Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs, people without jobs +Middle class, upper class, high class, all that +Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people, and twerkers +I presents to you +Fre— Fre— Fre— Fre— Fresh (DJ Mannie) +Fre— Fre— Fresh (Mannie) +Fre— Fre— Fresh (DJ Mannie) +Fre— Fre— (Young ladies) + +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] +Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump +Put your back in, back out and do the hump +Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump +Put your back in, back out and do the hump (Well) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] +I'm fly as a son of gun, son of a stunna, yeah +High as a 757 going to Heaven, who? +Weezy F., ya reverend, preach about me +I'm the god, 1-7, Apple and E +I'm the Cash Money Makaveli, y'all ain't ready +Quick, fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty +'82, I was born ready, I'm too ready +Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers, I'm too heavy +Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti +Seats Ragu, twenty the shoe +Boo, me and you got plenty to do +I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you +And I sleep with the sharks, shawty, on that water-water +In the Bimmer 840, mama, shake something for me +And it don't make sense if it don't make that money +I'ma take that money, I'm straight Cash Money (Young ladies) +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump +Put your back in, back out and do the hump +Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump +Put your back in, back out and do the hump + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] +I take off my brim +Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim, yeah +Fronting 'round here'll get your back chopped off +We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all +I say, black white walls with the back swiped off, ayy +Y'all lil' bustas just a tax write-off +I'm a stand up guy, not the type that fall +We don't breed them kind, but they bleed just fine, yeah +Weezy the Don, homie, read between the lines +If ya can't, boy, read my nine +I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time +Either I'm the illest cat doing it or these cats is losing it +I'd be easy, fall back and be cool with it +Pallbearer is moving his dead flow, I'm through with it +I'm the shh— nah, nah, I'm sewer-rich +Weezy F. Baby, I do's this (Young ladies) +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump +Put your back in, back out and do the hump +Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump +Put your back in, back out and do the hump + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] +A old school gangsta mack like the '80s +I look like Cita and act like Baby, yeah +You play with me, I react like the navy +Or better yet the army, you gon' need them for me, yeah +And your head is a bleeping target +You don't want me to see you with my peeping Tommys +Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans +Sleeping with women that sleep with the Hornets, yeah +A country boy in something foreign +'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in +You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles +Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples, yeah +Wizzle Fizzle, original Hot Bizzle +Still Lil Wayne, but the dividend's not little, yeah +Don't be surprised how the crown fit him +Uh, get down, uh, get down for the young footprints (Young ladies) +[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump +Put your back in, back out and do the hump +Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump +Put your back in, back out and do the hump + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) +A-wodie, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +The best rapper alive since the best rapper retired +The best rapper alive since the best rapper retired5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Receipt[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +(Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon + +[Verse 1] +Young bull +I know you love me like you never loved +You know you couldn't find a better thug +And, uh +You been peepin' me since I was younger +So young that you even called me your little brother +But I'm all grown up now, I got my own money +I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman +And guess what? My daughter want another +Sister or brother, and you lookin' like a mother +I took you from a clubber to a lover +And you took another bitch husband, the other bitch wasn't +Doin' shit for him +She say she did too much, I say she did nothing +She need to quit frontin' +I haven't hid nothin' and you love everything +Can't hide your feelings, won't let my pride conceal it +You got Wayne, I charge it to the game +And baby, you can keep the change, but +[Chorus] +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away + +[Verse 2] +Destiny Child CD, song number three +She cater to me 'til we fall asleep +Then we wake up and we pick up where we started +Then she make a nigga breakfast, Sprite, orange juice, and water +And she on stage waitin' for me after my show +So no time for groupies, straight to the top floor, yeah +Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel +Then after an hour, she gon' need another shower +When I'm at home in my coupe or in the office +Or the streets of the Boot, I'm thinking 'bout you +And most of the girls that come by are cute +And they try to holler, but they all on mute +And my old girls turn they face up at me, yeah +They throw they purses and they makeup at me +'Cause you got Wayne, I charge it to the game +And baby, you can keep the change, but +[Chorus] +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away + +[Verse 3] +Come home, smell the food on the stove +She done cleaned the whole house, washed the dishes and the clothes +And when we out, we do it just how we supposed +Look good for the public, leave the drama in the Rolls +Royce, choice of car that we move in +She get high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it, yeah +You hear them hallways, we always doin' it +Work her, every time feel like the first one +Perfect when a nigga stressin' at work +She take away all of the pain, make it lesser than dirt +That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game +And baby, you can keep the change, but + +[Outro] +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +(Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) +I got you +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt), yeah +It's kinda hard saying this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take her away11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wild Dogs[Chorus] +Bitch, I'm... +Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever +Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and... +Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever +I feel just like Russell Westbrook +Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever +I feel just like Russell Westbrook +Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf +Got Siri fuckin' Alexa +Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla +I'ma bust down the Perpetual +Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina +With diamonds that's covered like eczema +Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em +Don't fuck with the rest of 'em +Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em +We treat 'em like veterinarians +Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla +I'ma bust down the Perpetual +Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina +With diamonds that's covered like eczema +Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em +We treat 'em like veterinarians +Me and my dawgs, we come to your area +We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff) +[Verse 1] +Fresh out the pad, boy, bitch, I'm a hot boy +Red ass dot, boy, duh-duh-duh-dot boy +Shoot every spot, boy, back, chest, top, boy +Shoot out like cowboys, Dak Prescott, boy +Percs get popped, boy, yes I'm a hostage +Xanny get popped too, that's for my conscience +Addy get popped too, now I'm a zombie +Muscle relaxant, that's for my posture +I'ma do acid, now I'm obnoxious +Sip cotton candy, pop Oxycontin +Hold you for ransom, now you the hostage +Call up your family, give 'em the options +Tell 'em to cash it, put 'em in boxes +Do not deal with 12 'cause you dealin' with monsters +If everything fail, then we killin' your mama +We all go to Hell but right now we on fire +I'm talkin' that shit, yeah +And I'm walkin' that shit like a dog in this bitch +That's your dawg, he a bitch, yeah +He was barkin' and shit, now he eatin' his words +Tell him gargle and spit, don't be startin' no shit +When you start up in this, put your heart in my fist +Squeeze your heat 'til it squish, then I wash and not rinse +Give your daughter a kiss, then we slaughter that bitch +[Chorus] +Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever +Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and... +Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever +I feel just like Russell Westbrook +Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever +I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook +Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf +Got Siri fuckin' Alexa +Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla +I, I'ma bust down the Perpetual +Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina +With diamonds that's covered like eczema +Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em +Me and my dawgs don't... +Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em +We treat 'em like veterinarians +Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla +I'ma bust down the Perpetual +Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina +With diamonds that's covered like eczema +Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em +We treat 'em like veterinarians +Me and my dawgs, we come to your area +We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff) +[Verse 2] +Woah +All my dawgs gon' slide, yeah +Bust up in your home, yeah +Home sweet homicide, yeah +All my dawgs is wild niggas, saw your dawg goodbye, yeah +Pet Sematary, I got all your dawgs inside, yeah +Yeah, y'all done lost your mind, yeah +And all my stars aligned, yeah +So all my dawgs gon' shine, yeah +All my dawgs is slimes, yeah +It's war like Vietnam, yeah +Throw that dog a bone, wait... +That might be a bomb, damn + +[Chorus] +Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever +Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'ma ball and... +Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever +I feel just like Russell Westbrook +Bitch, I'ma ball and dunk on whoever +I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook +Bitch, I'm a dog, I turn to a werewolf +Got Siri fuckin' Alexa +Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla +I, I'ma bust down the Perpetual +Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina +With diamonds that's covered like eczema +Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em +Me and my dawgs don't... +Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em +We treat 'em like veterinarians +Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla +I'ma bust down the Perpetual +Look at it too hard, it's gon' bust your retina +With diamonds that's covered like eczema +Me and my dawgs don't fuck with the rest of 'em +We treat 'em like veterinarians +Me and my dawgs, we come to your area +We gon' go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shooter[Intro: Lil Wayne & Robin Thicke] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha +Weezy Baby, y'all (Yeah) +Don't get shot +Rapid fire, what you know 'bout it? +I brought my homie along for the ride +He strapped, he came ready to come out the barrel +Rob + +[Verse 1: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne] +I heard some shouts, like, "Down on the floor" (Baow) +Then even louder, "We got shooters" (Yeah), shooters (Yeah-yeah, yeah) +I turned around, I was starin' at chrome (Hello) +Shotgun watches door, got security good (Check) +Jumped right over counter, pointed gun at, wink +He tell her, "I'm your shooter, shooter, shooter" (Let's go) + +[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne] +My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah) +They want me with my hands up (I think they), no (Think they want me) +Shooter (Surrender to 'em, but no, no, no, I can't do it) +My hands up, my hands up (Yeah) +They want me with my hands up (Come on, they want me to), no (Surrender) +Shooter (But no, I can't do it, get 'em, yeah) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +So many doubt 'cause I come from the South +But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out, bang +Die, bitch nigga, die, I hope you bleed a lake +I'ma play X-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake +I'm just tryna be the great, tryna get a piece of cake +Take it off of your plate, eat it right in your face (Hah) +They got a whole lot to say, but I don't listen +Call me Automatic Weezy, bitch, I keep spittin', pow +[Bridge: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne] +With all these bitches and all these bitches (Yeah) +But ain't no loaners around (What you say?) +They thinkin' 'bout shooters, they, shooters, they (Okay) +Guns, girls (Okay), ladies, get the guns (Okay), get the +Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shooters (Okay, come on) + +[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne] +My hands up +They want me with my hands up, no (I think they want me to surrender) +Shooter (Clap, y'all, no, no, but I'm not) +I just cry, "Mama, I tink dat," hey +"Me tink they want me to surrender" +Shooter (No, no, bang) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +And to the radio stations, I'm tired of bein' patient +Stop being rapper racists, region haters +Spectators, dictators, behind door dick takers, it's outrageous +You don't know how sick you make us +I wanna throw it up like chips in Vegas +But this is Southern, face it +If we too simple, then y'all don't get the basics + +[Bridge: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne] +Lady walks into a shotgun surprise (Yeah) +Dropped to her knees, saw her life 'fore her eyes (Okay) +He said, "Bitch is gonna get it, everybody gon' regret it" (Okay, why?) +"I'm your shooter" (Brrt) +[Chorus: Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne] +My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah) +They want me with my hands up, no (Yeah, hah) +Shooter (I tried tell you what I am, baby) +My hands up (Yeah), my hands up (Yeah) +They want me with my hands up, no (Sorry, but me can't surrender, me won't surrender) +Shooter (Me no pretender, no) + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Socks soakin' wet, I been running, y'all, I reload +Every hundred yards, I'm comin' forward +You better know me +Lil Wayne, just call me Lord, hard +Take pain like Tylenols, raw +Way past par, far +I'm some shit you never saw +I take you to the shootout, baby, win, lose, or draw, yeah +And then they ask who, when, where, how, and +My reply was simply, "Pow," c'mon + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Mama, I tink dat, hey +Me tink dey want me to surrender +No, no, I'm sayin' +Mama, I tink dat, hey +Me tink dey want me to surrender, no +No, no, me won't surrender, no +No, I promise no surrender +I got my burner +And I'm the shooter7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +V8[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Ayo, check this out, it's DJ Khaled +And this is No Ceilings 3 +They try to put a ceilin' on our greatness +So we took the fucking ceilin' off +We took the fucking ceilin' off +It's Little Wayne, and this is... Another one + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, uh + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +First she straight, now the bitch bi-curious +Booty out the A, but face from Honduras +Pull up to them gates, say I'm livin' luxurious +I fuck her, then I tell her get lost like a tourist +I went to the Middle East, came back with a Lamb' +Back with some money, came back with some grams +Fly your bitch to the beach, she come back with a tan +Comе back with no money, come back with some sand +Dog, I bе at home all day poppin' illys +See how long it take to count a million +Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill ya +Hoppin' out a G-Wagon, gotta be a six wheeler +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Young Tune nigga put a deal in yo' base +She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8 +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, uh +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Young Tune, nigga, I'll wipe yo' bitch +Best rapper alive, I write yo' shit +All that cappin', I'll wipe yo' lips +Lil' pussy-ass nigga shoot you right in yo' clit, yeah +I'ma turn up a little more this time +People used to say "That boy, he before his time" +I already know what you did last summer +I was standin' out the sun and lettin' my woah and them shine +Paul Smith robe on the floor but it's fine +Two tone AP on, I'm bust +Rose gold Hublot lookin' like rust +All black Hublot lookin' like us +Clear white diamonds, lookin' like pus +Watch face look like a motherfucking pizza +And I got all diamonds all in the crust +Thinkin' I might, no nigga, I must +Keep a Hot Boy with me, I got love for BG +The feds tryna lock me up like the BG +I told my old lady if they do, she could leave +She said "Bae, shut the fuck up, you sound brazy +That shit gon' work out like it's personal training" +I say "Amen", oh, and she say "Fuck yeah" +Weighing my options, I broke out the scale +Weighing my options, I feel like a whale +My pockets on blubber, the socket unplugger +Bah-bah-bah-bah, he not gon' recover +Dead bodies on top of each other +Look like they six-nining each other +At first, I was playin', now this shit got serious +Shots hit that man in the middle of his ears +Five hundred grand, to make an appearance +I need that a week in advance for clearance +I just got mad at one of my shooters +'Cause I told his ass that we don't shoot no children +That shit is bad and it fuck up my spirit +That nigga laugh, I say, "Bruh you a terrorist" +Extended barrel, the one with the holes +Don't fuck with me, I am not one of your bros +Quadruple my money, don't count what I grow +It's gotta be the trucker but I hop in a Rolls +Young Money, nigga, that's my DNA +I look like a lion and act like an ape +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get ate +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we ate +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Young tune niggas put a deal on yo' base +She gon' swallow that shit like a protein shake +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8 +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, V8, No Ceilings + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Young Money, OVO +Light yo' spliff up +Fucking big head spliff +Huh, Lil Wayne and Drake +Pon yo' head, let's go2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Stop, Won’t Stop[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Six-Figure... +Good morning, New York +Good afternoon, New Orleans +Goodnight, America +This is Young Money... Nicki Minaj + +[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, & Both] +They don't make us to break us, no, I'm with the bakers (Haha) +I'm gettin bread with dread up in Jamaica (Yeah) +It's them young stunnas, Nick and Lil Weezy (Weez) +Nic, I'm the chick that go getta like Jeezy (Go-getter) +Fall back, 'cause I do this here (Yeah) +Step your bars up, or you're through this year (Ha) +Yup, it's only right that the whole block stare (Woo) +Hopped out the air in the blue-and-white layer (Yeah) +I'm here, I'm with Long-Hair-Don't-Care (Mm) +Steady staring at my ear, 'cause my ear on glare +Now, it's not hard to find me (Yeah), top behind me (Yeah) +You be Harry Potter, and I'll be Hermione +I be early (Haha), I'm the girl they... (Ugh) +Call "the One" like on my first birthday +I'm in that Range Rov' (Yeah), rocking that Kangol (What it do) +That pussy real good, it tastes like mango (Hahaha) + +[Hook: Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Both, & Nicki Minaj & Birdman sample] +Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we +We get down, and we, we get down, and we... (Yeah) +Boys, they, boys, they love me +Chromed-out eleven-hundred (Yeah! Hahaha) +Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we (Ya dig?) +We get down, and we, we get down, and we... (Uh-huh) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +(Go!) So I guess it's my turn (Yeah) +And I'ma go at niggas' heads like sideburns (Get 'em) +Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn (Errr!) +Big light-green buds, is what I burn (/fff/) +Nicki, since I've been rapping, this what I've learned (Yes) +All these other niggas pussy like dry sperm (Fuck 'em) +And I knock this shit out like Tom Hearns (Boom) +If it ain't about money, me no concerned (Uh-uh) +A paper chaser 'til my thigh burn (Come on) +And never give a bitch what I've earned (Ehn-ehn!) +Haha, fuck I look like? (Ha) +I'm lookin for a bitch that can fuck right, cook right (Go) +And if not, then, left foot, right +Foot, get to steppin, yeah, bitch, walk light (Ha) +And my hoes talk like +"Hsshswash," and I just say "Right," hahahaha +We don't fuss fight +She is just... just... just right + +[Hook: Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Both, & Nicki Minaj & Birdman sample] +Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we (Ya dig!) +We get down, and we, we get down, and we... +Boys, they, boys, they love me +Chromed-out eleven-hundred (Go) +Can't stop, won't stop repping Young Money, and we +We get down, and we, we get down, and we... +I'm on tour 'til my money's like the bus' height +Ice looking bright, see me coming like bus lights, Weez! +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Ahahaha +Nicki Minaj +Young Money +Fuck with me, Fendi! +Yeah +We gon' get some money +Don't matter what they do +We gon' get some money2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Weezy Baby[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +My girl get in at 1:15 a.m. (Yeah) +The guitar's cryin' right now +Just a couple things that's goin' on in my life, you know? +Yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Brim leanin' (Yeah), cup tilted (Yeah) +Blunt flickin' (Yeah), get money, fuck bitches (Hah) +Young Weezy (Woah), young pimpin' (Ow), she love it (Yeah) +I keep goin', she keep cummin', what you know 'bout it? (Nothin') +So 'bout it (Yeah), like Master P (Who?) +But no coward (Uh-uh) +No, I am no Howard the Duck, duck (Baow) +Lead showers (Yeah), black flowers (Yeah) +Black dresses (Yeah), two hours (Yeah) +Closed casket, uh (Aw) +My dough tactics is so crafty (Yes) +No laughter (Uh) +I do that after I get the dough, bastards (Stupid) +I get the dough faster (Yes), what if I flowed faster? (Damn) +Like, oh, Nancy, the four's plastic, automatic, I'm (Ow) +More drastic, you're no-names compared to me (Yeah) +Who are you? Where are ya? +I can't see you, you're air to me (Nothin') +You're not there to me (Nothin') +I ain't fuckin' with you bitch niggas (Hah) +I'm fucking your sis, nigga, it's Weezy (Yeah) +[Chorus: Nikki & Lil Wayne] +If you gon' call him Weezy (Yeah, yeah, y-yeah, that's, that's me) +Then you must say the Baby (Bitch, please say the baby) +If you don't say the Baby (And if you don't say the baby) +Then just don't say it at all (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch, yeah) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I'm slick as an old mack, I'm (Yeah) +Sick as a Prozac (Yeah), and Tha Carter I was the (Hah) +Dick for you hoes' trap, and (Ah) this is Tha Carter II and (Yeah) +This is the bozack, ah (Ow), diggin' you hoes back (Bitch) +Quick if I blow back, I (Yeah), got it, gone, Rabbit (Oh) +Fast, my daddy Rabbit's at home, what up, pa? (What up?) +What up, Pac? (What up?), what up, Pun? (What up?) +What up, Big? (What up?), what up, Soulja? (What up?) +As the streets get colder, I get chillier (Yeah) +What up, Left Eye? (What up?), what up, Aaliyah? (What up?) +Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (Yeah) +I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up (Mwah) +Sweet succotash (Yeah), gee, golly, what the fuck? (Ow) +Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from? (Huh?) +I chew 'em up like bubble gum, yum, yum +Young Weezy so troublesome, what-what? (Ow) + +[Chorus: Nikki & Lil Wayne] +If you gon' call him Weezy (That's, baby, that's me) +Then you must say the Baby (I said do me a favor, please say the Baby) +If you don't say the Baby (But if you don't say the baby) +Then just don't say it at all (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch) +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I ain't talkin' fast, you just listenin' too slow (Yeah) +I'm gettin' them Benjamins, can serve like the Wimbledon (Yeah) +If I'm in any predicament, nervous? Never that +Got a gat to knock whoever back, back, very flat +Chest caved in, mess on the pavement +Splat, cherry wax, rrah, bury that (Hah) +Rats, scary cat (Hah), rrat, carry that (Hah) +Hollygrove triggerman, guns in a knapsack, yeah +Area code five-zero-four (Yeah) +I am Nino fuckin' Brown and this is Tha Carter, ho (Woah) +This is a quarter, stick this in ya garter, ho +Leave out the back and go straight to the corner store (Hah) +Return with the cake, come with all my dough (Yeah) +If not, they find you in a lake in the morning, ho (Oh) +Weezy Baby, please say the Baby (Hey, hey) +If not, don't you motherfuckin' say it at all, oh (Bitch) + +[Chorus: Nikki & Lil Wayne] +If you gon' call him Weezy (Baby, that's me) +Then you must say the Baby (Say the Baby) +If you don't say the Baby (If you don't say the baby) +Then just don't say it at all (Shut the, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +It's real pimpin', uh +It's real pimpin' goin' on like bitch +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +You could be my bitch +Uh, uh-uh-uh +It's real pimpin', real nigga, ow12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Abracadabra[Verse 1: Jay Jones] +Mula! Yeah, look +I'ma tell you all this last time, don't get involved +Bullets start ripping through the walls +Hit ya baby mama and the house door +We making house calls, I'm an outlaw, in the south ward +Knock your ass out if you talk stupid +Got a big dick so I walk stupid +She got that hit-it-quick-in-the-car booty +Hold on, bad hoes need to get a raise, lame niggas tryna get away +But all ya diamonds need to get appraised, you in the way +Too many nights I was out lurking, mind in a daze, nowadays +I'm on Ocean Drive with a bad bitch lyin' in the shades +Sipping Minute Maid, gotta penetrate, let me demonstrate +Got the Jones soda with the drink in it +Got a backwood with the dank in it +Party ain't popping if we ain't in it +Go Blake Griffin, might flex on 'em +That's too much sauce, I bet them hoes know who I are +They treat a nigga like a superstar and that's what I am +I got your bitch but that's my bitch +So that's our bitch and that's all cool +When you trip out, wan' dip out, she just call me and I fall through +And that's bad news, hold these nuts, cashews +Vroom, I flew past you, new whips here, what the bags do +Past cool, young Jones +[Verse 2: Euro] +My enemies should get a good breakfast and a cup of coffee +I know refugees that don't rush things, they kill 'em softly +My closet still got Nike boxes and a couple corpses +Look, even though I'll never sell my soul, I got a couple offers +Don't think about it, I smoke about it, I drink about it +They wrap the body, then rap about it +Sink the body, then sing about it, zip the body, then sip about it +Fuck the world, I'ma still get some cool things up out it +If a CEO wanna dance all in my videos, I need a big deposit +Swerve, swerve, I'm back on 'em +My bad, I'm turning my back on 'em +I fuck, then see if Tune, Jay Jones, Hoody, or Mack want 'em +Real shit, I've seen good girls go to airports with that pack on 'em +Trill shit, I've seen bad bitches with good genes but I slack on 'em +I ain't focused there, Gotham City, got Batmans and Jokers there +I'm in the club but I'm in the cut +They got cameras here like Oprah's here +Since a kid, I heard gunshots, mothers cry, all the shit soldiers hear +So I had to "abracadabra," "voila," just to make hope appear +Young! + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Abracadabra, abracadabra! +We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened +Copperfield, I just popped a seal +You don't believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real +Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila! +Told momma, nana, I'm doing my count +Don't ruin my count, bust two and I'm out +Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila! +Mama, nana, I'm doing my count +Don't ruin my count, bust two, and I'm out, voila! +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Magic dust, yeah that's a rush +Got her cracking up, crying all at once, man, that was fun +I'm spazzing up, I'm gassing up that Cali stuff, that massacre +I'm magical with chemicals and smashing stuff, Metallica +Satanical like Skeletor, you greener than a salad bar +I leave from here to Africa to read some Maya Angelou +Impractical, you acting all DiCaprio; we trap and go for casserole +We back and forth in traffic with that Macklemore +That magic snow, it's always cold and my freak on that molly water +I met this bitch on Collins but she out the hood, her mama cook +I'm on the way, I'm on a stage, the Magic show, I feel like Dave +I walk on water, float in air, I'm over there, I'm in your face +I pop up out of nowhere, bop-bop at your doorbell +Disappear in thin air, all we leave is smoke there +Smoking roadkill, she on coke here +Stash is sticking to her nosehair +I'm a magician in the motel, moving tricks for wholesale +Hold on, abracadabra, the data don't matter +We rata-ta-ta-ta over the chatter, we got mo ammo than grammar +Hammers and hammers, pull up in Lambos +Shoot up the cameras, die in pajamas +Find you with Sam and your wife and your mamas +All in your family, I'm balling like Magic, voila! + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Abracadabra, abracadabra! +We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened +Copperfield, I just popped a seal +You don't believe in magic, but you know that I'm for real +Voila! Voila! Ta-da! Ta-da! Voila! Voila! Mula! Voila! +Momma, nana, I'm doing my count +Don't ruin my count, bust two and I'm out +Voila! Abracadabra, abracadabra! +We rata-ta-ta-ta, then disappeared, right after it happened +Copperfield, I just popped a seal +You don't believe in magic, but you know I'm too real +Voila! Voila! OVO shorts, high socks +Music is art, Basquiat, niggas is squares, hopscotch +Time out, na-na, I got sauce, you dried out +I'm big boss, you big mouth, magic show, don't miss out, voila! +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +What haven't I done yet? +I haven't Bungee jumped, err, haven't been to Mount Everest, err, take that back, I've probably have been to Mount Everest. Probably flown over it, probably rolled past it and it just was twisted, you nah mean? That's real shit, real shit, real shit. Holla at my friends, they will let you know slime has sat down and probably ate with the president, and whatever president it was at the time, totally don't remember, you nah mean? But I do remember, Obama saying my name in a speech, shoutout Obama. But still, what haven't I done yet....release Carter 53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Feds Watching[Intro: Pharrell & 2 Chainz] +Oh, oh, oh-oh +Ayy, like that? +Tomorrow, tomorrow +Tomorrow, tomorrow +Yeah! We gon'— +Talking right now +Keep watching! +Talking right now +Ain't no such thing as tomorrow +The way we living today +[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] +Dreads hang on designer everything +Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang +Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane +Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I done seen +It look clean when you pour it, I remix it make it dirty +If she got good head and text me, I text back and tell her "hurry" +This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club +Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt +OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up +Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one +Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously +You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy +And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team +Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster +And she brainwash ya, head doctor +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Pharrell] +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +Drop topping, head bopping +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +Drop topping, head bopping + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Bullet ain't got no name, her pussy ain't got no smell +Got this bitch on lock, these niggas ain't got no bail +These snitches ain't got no pride, these hoes ain't got no manners +These tricks ain't got no magic, ain't that a bitch?. +But me, I make shit taste like sugar cane +'Bout to go to bed with what's her name? +Yeah, pussy never felt so good +And you know we don't smoke that bullshit +Give that shit back to that bull, uh +I'm so sick of balling, I'm so sick of balling +Ride me like a horse, Bitches call me Charlie. +Swear to god, I never met a nigga with enough money +I'm riding around in that new thing with no roof like a hush puppy. +Shhh, I look down at the stars +I could pull a few strings, make it sound like guitars +Told that bitch she my boo, now the round of applause +Shit, I'ma be dressed to kill, now the dead watching +Tunechi! +[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Pharrell] +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +Drop topping, head bopping +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +Drop topping, head bopping + +[Verse 3: T.I] +I Strivers Row my Denim, bankrolls all in 'em +I'm maximum, you minimal +Make dough, you better get you some +Them corners, we be bent in 'em +Better ask 'bout us, we been a fool +Shot of weed with the one with the pounds of the weed +And the quarter keys of middle school +Beeper, sneakers, tennis shoe, that’s all we was hustling for +When I pull this strap, you don't do what I say +Nigga that's what I would bust it for +I don't take your shit, ain't nothing, bruh +What's all the discussion for? +I'm the motherfucking king and I'm doing my thing +Ain't my fault you can't fuck with us +You know a counterfeit case make years in prison +Got back out, got back to getting busy +Keep playing 'round with it, on the real you can get it +Let a goon get a quarter mil', that'll kill it +Couple racks on that Versace suit +Just in case they watching fool +Sophisticated, my surveillance pics just like a photoshoot +Givenchy, Balenciaga, YSL and Prada +Tom Ford, LonBon, you name it, I got it +So I be fresh as fuck, going hard when the feds watching +Literally 'cause I'm menaging when the feds watching, ha! +[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Pharrell] +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +Drop topping, head bopping +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching +Drop topping, head bopping2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tyler Herro[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +You're not gonna believe this +They still tryna put a ceiling on our greatness +So we took the fuckin' ceiling off +What you think they can stop this? +No Ceilings 3, B-Side +They don't want us to give you No Ceilings 3 +So we give you No Ceilings 3, B-Side +You can't put a ceiling on our greatness +So we took the fuckin' ceiling off +Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled +No Ceilings 3, B-Side +Another one, 'pon your head + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Five white girls but they not Spice Girls +Just some hot girls who like to snort white girl +I'm in a all black coupe likе Dark Knight, girl +These herе Jimmy Choos, not Off-Whites, girl +Five AKs and they pop, NSYNC +Got five lil' baes and they pop and drink +If it's not bright pink then it's not my drink +These bright white links make your eyesight weak +Runnin' through a bag like YouTube money +New Orleans nigga, got beaucoup money +I voodoo somethin', I wish you would do somethin' +Milkin' this shit like the Yoo-Hoo bunny +Got the private plane lit and the Bluetooth runnin' +Tunechi gon' spit like a new tooth comin' +Everybody 5 like the FUBU company +Whole bunch of zeros like a new bag of Funyuns +Tunechi got shottas like Buju Banton +Bullets that'll shoot through mountains +Talkin' that shit and I Doo Doo Brown 'em +I punish these boys, I ground 'em +Yeah, and these funny ass boys, I clowned 'em +I'm laughin' so hard, laugh louder +Yeah, Young Money so raw, no condom +No teeth, just jaws, just tonsils +Fuck everything that they say about me +I done fucked every bad bitch that stay on South Beach +Money talk, mine just gave a nice speech +Just laid a bitch down like Laila Ali +Sittin' in the throne, tryna stay in my seat +It cost to be the boss, bitch payin' my fee +Only smoke blunts, give the J to wifey +Every now and then, I might hit the J like Kyrie +The ones that hate me the most look just like me +You tatted up and say that they GOATs, just like me +If I inspired you, that's so inspirin' +That Nina work for me, that ho can get fired +Golf Wang Converse, I'm Lil Tyler +Might skate in 'em, might not even rock 'em +Bad bitch, nice top, nice bottom +Fuck her with my chains on, she melt the ice out 'em +Superstar shit, smellin' like roses +Superstar dick, spread it like COVID +Flag red as fuck but I'm golden +Casket lit, was up and I closed it +Opp dead, this Hell and I'm Satan +Thousand bullet shells, yeah I'm blatant +No Ceilings, she's stargazin' +Dead presidents, reincarnated +Tyler Herro, workin' on my jumper +I need a shero, fuckin' Wonder Woman +No Ceilings, third times a charm +Nigga, I don't fuck with you like Big Sean +[Verse 2: Big Sean] +Fuck what's on your tomb, it's carved in stone +Just like statues of me when I'm gone +Artists, yeah, artillery get drawn +Boy I goes in like outside was a storm +Upgraded, this ain't even my final form +Can't say you ain't been warned, you ain't on what I've been on +I live and breathe and die by this lifestyle shit +It just don't sit on my charm +Take my kindness for weakness then you not strong +Whole city remind me when I'm gone +When I was down bad, I didn't complain +I was at the bottom right where I belong +If you don't climb to the top, you're not as strong +Weezy, that's my twin but we both one of one +I can teach you how to get it one on one +When you ball like this, ho it's not a game +But I'm goin' insane all '21 +Bitch think we dated off a one-and-done +And the human race, if it's not a race +It's a quest, a journey, but I'm fuckin' facin' +All the problems that I keep on runnin' from +Got a hitlist, checklist, to-do list, guest list +Super bad bitch list, I don't need a wish list +I'm already gifted, I'm done giving forgiveness +The ones that hate me the most ain't nothin' like me +I could never hate nobody I ain't met or seen +Bluegrass girl, ever since I cut her down +She been havin' wetter dreams, drop the mic, let her sing +I've been ready for the war and whatever that'll bring +From where niggas don't engage and they still let it ring (Brr) +Got back up with me and we movin' in sync +Got killer instincts but I spit that vaccine +I'm only hittin' raw if I hit a couple times +Already with the rubber and the shit didn't stink +Had a chain, gave my brothers, we forever in a link +Gonna roll on the world, let's travel +Well you gotta pay a toll, hmm-hmm, yeah, whatever that means +Weezy said, "Kill 'em man, fuck all that booty shit" +I’m on that brutal shit +When I say next year is our year, ho, watch what we do to it +Ten plus in and I can't let go +Just like my girl doin' stupid shit +This a lot of y'all that owe me a check, respect and publishing +Yeah, a whole slew and shit +I'm in euphoria with a young thing and she poppin' like Rue and shit +Me and Weezy beat the beat like we Ken and Ryu and shit +I used to hesitate, took my heart +Told my head, "Lil bitch quit playin' and do this shit" +When you on like this +Every bad bitch come around with ass and titties +Need that double R when you go rags to riches +Need some R&R but now we back to bid'ness, lil' bitch +Yeah, lil' fuckin' bitch +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +No Ceilings 3, B-Side +Another one4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Earthquake/Shine[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne] +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze) +I (Yeah, fly guy) +I'm way more fly than you (That's right) +I'll take your dime from you (That's right) +Now she wanna spend (What?) +All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby) +Let me be the one that you throw it to +(Throw it back ma +Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) +Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you +(Yea so how 'bout you huh? +Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again +That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10 +Now she wanna get inside of me 66 +She see my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan +She say she love her man, she misses him +But nobody do it better than her distance dick, me +I'm her long distance pimp +When I land my bitches want for me on the strip, yup +And I don't lie I confess +I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress +Gotta dress to impress though +Gotta stay clean, plus mami in a Lex 4 +She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death +It's the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours +When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores +(Chorus) +[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne] +I (Yeah, yeah) +I'm way more fly than you (That's right) +I'll take your dime from you (That's right) +Now she wanna spend all night with me +(She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby) +Let me be the one that you throw it to +(Throw it back ma +Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) +Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you +(So how 'bout you? +Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ay, now why you wanna go and do that? +I can see through that +Tattoo right there like I can't view that +Girl, what that say? Wait, who that? +Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no +Cause I'm way more fly, yeah +Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope +And not a day go by us +We don't get higher than the telephone wires +Cut your telephone off, we ridin' +Where phones don't roam, they don't even come on +You're far from home so leave it alone +You creeping with the king of the throne +You sleeping in a tee and a thong +With your hair in a pony +I ain't got no blinds we can stare at the morning, yeah +But I can't be there all morning +I'm a pimp baby, yeah I'm going, going, going, gone +[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne] +I (Yeah) +I'm way more fly than you (That's right) +I'll take your dime from you (That's right) +Now she wanna spend all night with me +(She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby) +Let me be the one that you throw it to +(Throw it back ma +Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) +Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you +(So how 'bout you? +Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Uh, uh, I'm sorry, I was grooving +Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music +But let's get back to what we was doing +Laid back in that 'Lac on Pat Ewing's +That's 33 [?] tires, he fire +These trees ain't papaya, mind ya +Gotta keep heat on your side, [?] +So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one +Wait, naw hun, cause you ain't exempt +If your ass ever trip I'll give you a clip, yeah +But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip +And you walk kinda mean, how you strut with a dip +And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips +But I can't fall for you cause I stick to the script, yeah +I said I stick to my grip +I stick to my money, that's life to me +Sorry honey Jazze +[Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Wayne] +I (Yeah) +I'm way more fly than you (That's right) +I'll take your dime from you (That's right) +Now she wanna spend all night with me +(She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby) +Let me be the one that you throw it to +(Throw it back ma +Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma) +Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you +(So how 'bout you? +Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?) + +So how 'bout you, yeah +So how 'bout you +See what I'm talking 'bout sweet heart? +You ain't even gotta have John Madden +You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale +You ain't gotta Lee Corso +You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott +You ain't gotta have Linda Cohn +Know what I'm talking 'bout? +You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN +You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to speak sports, baby +Cause I got game, sweetheart +Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey +What you want me to put on the back? +"Daddy's little girl", that's right +Know what I'm talking 'bout? +I can't give you the game, but I can show the game +And you can see what you see and peek how you peek +And get what you get +Know what I'm talking 'bout? +Weezy5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Walk In[Intro] +Yeah yeah yeah +It's the Carter motherfucker, I came back around +It's the Carter motherfucker, I came back around +It's the Carter motherfucker +Let me show you my building man, it's the Carter +I'ma show y'all the ins the outs, the ups the down, know what I'm talking 'bout +This is me, fourth solo album baby, I came back around +By myself this time, back off the wall +Guns up in the air in the middle of the street like bang, bang, bang bang, welcome + +[Verse] +Welcome, this is the Carter y'all welcome +Hard as Malcolm, dark as The Falcon, Lord help him +But y'all felt him, and that make you a part of me and pardon me +If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughta be +Doing, recording me, I'm just acting accordingly, I give orders +To the commander in chief, just the commander in me +Handling streets in the Mandarin V +I hear you haters slandering me, I just hand 'em to P +Any drama, I pace it like Indiana +I take your grandma pacemaker and just hand her the piece +Not two fingers I simultaneously pop two bangers +You do not want angus, USDA prime beef, you're dead meat +I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up +I'm already hot when another one starting to heat up +Got Mannie hot with me cuz I always beat his beat up +Y'all cats wit y'all feet up starting to look like V'd up +I'm G'd up on the re-up up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up +In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin about no speakers +What's leaking up out of your speakers is the speech of Weezy F. Baby +No more no less Baby, so forth and so on, (let's go) +Front door, living room young nigga switching weed +What you need? Get you crack, get you weed +Make your way to the back, look ahead and see +White bitch in the bathroom giving head for speed +But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it +Then he tried to ruin it, but I built this building from the ruts +I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker +And the feds know just what's in this motherfucker +Made niggas so they can't bust in this motherfucker +So with that, let's keep it movin' +Onto the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin' +Uh huh, look at how my bitches do it +Bucky buck naked, look at all my bitches booties +They handle all my pharmaceutics +I got it from Promethazine to Metamucil +I'm crucial, don't mean to spook you +But, this is New Orleans, so my queens do voodoo, ya know? +So the things just move through +I feel your pain, I got things to soothe you +There's fields of 'caine, so Wayne and neutral +Don't hate the game hate the institution +There's fields of 'caine, so Wayne and neutral +Don't hate the game hate the institution, fucker +[Outro] +I came back around, it's the Carter +Show you the rest of the house later +We gonna go upstairs, ya know +You know what this is right +The Carter, the Carter, the Carter7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What About Me (Remix)[Intro: Lil Wayne] +If you saw me, would you understand +That I can't stand you with another man? +I see you happy where your life is at +I see you smile, I can't live with that + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +'Cause what about me? Yeah +I stayed up all night for you +Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah +I shut down my life for you +Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him +How you do that? +How you act like I never held you every night? +And now you never call back, please +Girl, girl, what about me? + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Oh, tell me, do you ever think about it? +Those lonely nights when you 'bout lost it (Oh) +The only time that you would call +Was just to tell me it's my fault (Oh) +I let you cry, I let you worry +I let you yell, I let you hurt me (Oh) +I gave you everything you need +And now you gone, gone, gone +Tell me, how you do that to me? Yeah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Girl, what about me? Yeah +I stayed up all night for you (Yeah) +Girl, girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) +I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life) +Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him +How you do that? (Oh) +How you act like I never held you every night? +Now you never call back, please (Please) +Girl, girl, what about me? + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Oh, girl, girl, girl, what about me? Me? + +[Verse 2: Post Malone] +I ain't never been the one to let it go (Let it go) +Never thought I'd see you leave me in the cold +Every time that you got mad +You would leave and come right back +Always bringing up the past +Guess you couldn't handle that +Where you at when you're not with me? +You ignoring my calls +Look how quick you forgot 'bout me +I'm waiting (I'm waiting, I'm waiting) +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Post Malone] +Girl, what about me? Yeah (Girl, what about me?) (Oh) +I stayed up all night for you (I stayed up all night) (Oh) +Girl, girl, what about me? (What about me, girl? Yeah, what about me, girl?) +I shut down my life for you (I shut down my life) +Now you runnin' 'round with him, and him, and him +How you do that? (How, girl?) +How you act like I never held you every night? +And now you never call back, please (Please) +Girl, girl, what about me? Me? (Yeah, what about me?) +Oh-ho-oh2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dedication 2[Lil Wayne] +{whispers} Dedication 2... + +[DJ Drama] +Alright I think you ready this time +Y'all know what I come here for +Call me the iPod King +Call me Mr. Thanksgiving +Call me whatever the fuck you want + +[Nancy Sinatra] +Bang bang, I shot you down +Bang bang, you hit the ground +Bang bang, that awful sound +Bang bang... I used to shoot you down + +[Lil Wayne] +Hah, Dedication 2, that's right, you already... +Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem? +Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' +Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin +AK on the backseat, baby it's so-{*record rewinds*} + +Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem? +Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin +Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin +AK on the backseat, baby it's so vivrant +Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can't dodge it +You not gettin' wet in the rain is not logic +She won't give that pussy to Wayne, I'm so obliged just +Live and direct from inside of ya bitch body +And, hi there ho what do ya know I'm ridin' +In the same streets my pops died in, I got 'em and +I get that money tell my momma I'm grindin' +And I'll be coming home with our future in my pocket +Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward +Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted +Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power +Gettin' out twenty American pies an hour +Goddamn, excuse ma'am but I'm the man +And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin'! +Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color +And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters +Yeah, they knew better I'm two letters +I'm like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah I'm low-key +Cause niggas and bitches is police +I roll leaf, patching up the game's slow leak +I'm Weezy baby! +Lemme catch my breath... {breathing} +Ok... +Pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy.. + +Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas +Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas +Them broads laugh at ya, them niggas won't kill ya +And them niggas that's with ya, could die right with ya +I'll be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister +I say I might miss ya, but lil' FeFe gon' hit ya +And lil' Currensy'll split ya, Mack Maine'll straight flip ya +Let Taz Po ship ya, then we'll all forget ya +I'm sittin' in the kitchen like "How can we all get richer?" +Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture +Then I tell lil' Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher +God damn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss ya +I'm the best just listen, I ain't what the game been missin' +Ask my nigga Juelz, I been here since twelve +Ten shells, let 'em save themselves +Fuck them niggas and they pals, pal, pow!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Don’t Like the Look of It[Intro] +I don't like the look of it + +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +Okay, I'm sippin on the syrup, got a nigga movin slow +I'm all about the money, what the fuck you think I do it for? +Bitch don't act like you don't know, I'm killin all these rap niggas +Custom made caskets for yo' motherfuckin funeral +Keep the women with me, shit I gotta keep like two or more +Party everyday, like we won the fuckin Super Bowl +Chillin wit my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy +White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy +When I'm walkin by, the women sayin, "Who is that nigga?" +I replied, "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda, that nigga!" +I was raised in the home of the cap splitters +Whip on 24's, watch it crawl like a caterpillar +I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal +And you's a motherfuckin duck, Daffy-dil +I'm from the school of hard knocks, where we scrap and kill +Pick the knife or gun or you can get the package deal +I'm hot, nigga, burnin everything around me +I was lost for a minute, took a while but I found me (Gudda) +The streets say I'm king but the game'll never crown me (Gudda) +Realest nigga doin it just ask them niggas 'round me (Gudda) +So you cain't size me up or try to clown a— +Shark in the water, jump in and I'ma drown you +New Orleans nigga, gun out, I'ma down you +Put niggas to sleep like a muh'fuckin' downer (Gudda) +I'm a Great White, you's a flounder +Fish and a bitch, I tuna eveything around you +UHaul Gudda, movin everything around you (Yeah) +It's Young Money, bitch! At the top is where they found us, nigga +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, goons on deck, Marley don't shoot 'em +Silence on the gun, watch a nigga mute 'em +The coach in the booth, call me Jon Gruden +School these niggas, they all my students +All jokes aside, I ain't playin with ya +The weed broke down, like a transmission +Tha chopper spin him 'round, like a ballerina +Bitch I'm still spittin like I ate a jalape-na +I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina +My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena +Stunt so hard, it's all y'all fault +And when it come to beef, give me A1 Sauce +I ain't worryin 'bout shit, everything paid out +You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade house +With a high yellow thick bitch wit her legs out +Cash Money president, but we in a red house +Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin day +I blow your candles out, now nigga cut the cake +I gotta eat, bitch! Like a runaway +Y'all niggas ain't eatin, stomach ache +Okay, all these bitches, and niggas still hatin +I used to be ballin, but now I'm Bill Gatein +Fuckin with my iPhone, bumpin' Illmatic +I'm on the road to riches, there's just a lil' traffic +Hair still platted, thuggin is a habit +Keep my guitar, hip hop Lenny Kravitz +Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits +Dope dick Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, uh4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Reason[Intro: Lil Wayne] +If young Freeway don't trust you, I'm gon' murk ya + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I told my homie I'll be back, I got some hoes that tryna see me +I'll be double cupping, letting bitches double team me +All this fuckin' smoke around a nigga like a genie +Lord, these hoes be schemin', just to get some Neimans +Just to get some Niemans, so I be playing defense +Nowadays these hoes want you to fuck 'em and feed them +Now we at the drive thru, I'm forever Piru +I'm forever connected like AOL and Yahoo, okay +I just be fightin' my demons +I just be righteous or evil +I don't be Skypin' or streamin' +I just be high for no reason +I just be Tunechi or Weezy +I just eat cuchi, I'm greedy +Give me the Uzi, I'll squeeze it +Last night was a movie, I seen it +And I just be high for no reason +I just be high for no reason +And I just be high for four seasons +'Round here you can die for no reason +These bitches on diets and vegans +She getting it tight for next season +And me, I'm just high for no reason +And you, you could die for no reason +[Verse 2: King Los] +I know some niggas pull triggas +That don't value life but put prices on people +My homie name Vic +Because he a stealer but used to be nice with them eagles +I know what she do for that Niemans +Yeah, she move that cuchi for profit +That pussy a Uzi she pop it +I'm in this bitch with Lil Tunechi, what's poppin'? +You could die on my block, nigga, that shit is trill +That clip open up, you get fucked, call it Netflix and chill +He see what his girl do that, that chump might just panic +A crew full of sea men had sunk the Titanic +She suck and fuck or die +Fuck you fuckers, suckers, knuckle up a riot +Homie like Donkey Kong, bundle up them pies +Whipping out them barrels, pistol white as pearl +My bitch so perfect, I nut in that pussy, she piss it out in pearls +No sheets on my bed, just a lot of girls +And I just be fly for no reason +Yeah I just be fly for no reason +They kill my pop at sixteen +Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason +I used to steal out of Niemans +Now I'm so rich this shit feel like I'm dreamin' +Gotta hit mute on the phone when I talk to you +‘Cause I still got your bitch screamin' +She play with that pussy +FaceTime a nigga with Jodeci on ‘cause she fiendin' +That pussy get killed for no reason +You pussies can die for no reason +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +You pussies can die for no reason +I just get high for no reason +The world be tryna get over +I just get high to get even, yeah +Yellin', that shit was ill, that shit was trill +Had to tell my bitch stop stealing and stashing my pills +That bitch a addict for real +That bitch a addict for real +That bitch is nasty for real, she naked in heels +Fuck Tom, Dick, and Harry and Bill +Sonya, Sarah and Jill, I carry the steel +In anyone area still +‘Cause shit could get scary for real, I'm aware and I'm skilled +I had to bury some mills somewhere in a field +Please don't ask me where, my lips sealed +Very concealed, I got whatever you feel +I got blow like Derek Foreal +I got that white like Jaleel +I'm 'bout that life and that's real +I'm 'bout that life and that's real +I say that twice ‘cause that's real +Sometimes it's like I just feel like ain't nothing easy +I'ma get high for that reason +And you could still die for no reason, die for no reason +I just be fightin' my demons +I just be lightin' my cheeba +I just be Tunechi or Weezy +I'm so excited to be him +We kill you on sight just for breathin' +'Round here you can die for your Visa +'Round here you can die for a pizza +'Round here we don't die for no divas +And I just be high for no reason +I just be high for no reason +They kill my pop at fourteen +Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason +'Round here you can die with your homie +'Round here you can die by your lonely +We come on your side for no reason +Shoot it up and then smile when we leavin' +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +You could still die for no reason +I be getting high for no reason +The world it be tryna get over +I be getting high to get even +I ain't got no ceilings +I ain't got no feelings +And you all in your feelings +I'm like, "Fuck your feelings" +You know I ain't got no ceilings8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Days Off[Intro] +Face ass + +[Verse] +Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam, yeah +Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my, yeah +Sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam +Doin' all this dirt and never plantin' seeds +Fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one +Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one +Fuckin' all these hoes and wifin' all of 'em +They say Tunechi hit the coke and I say aw, fuck it +Then I pull the molly out and look what I got +Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops +Then she stick her tongue out like some high tops +Eyes bloodshot red like she cyclops +Flag bloodshot red, when we mob out +Shoot you right up in your head between your eye brows +And then my young niggas break in your trap house +Trigger finger ichin' like it's in an ant pile +I'm just sippin' on this lean, I'm off my balance beam +Standin' and speakin' could be so challenging +Got these niggas in save mode +They know I'm in ape mode +They don't come up to my cage close +Whats the code to that safe though? +Get the chips and dip like queso +Body niggas then lay low +Don't come out til that case closed +Snortin' lines til her face froze +Sittin' on top of yayo +Sittin' on bread like mayo +Like butter on top of beagle +Like tomatoes or egg yo +Hustle like I'm dead broke +Bullshit got my head hurt +Tec-9 in my pants leg +I'm limpin' harder than Fred Durst +I just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl +I know that I probably be goin' over your head girl +I'mma make it storm on your head girl +Goin' hard, gettin' laid all day +Been goin' hard all day +Wish a nigga would fuck with me +Then I blow the candles out on my cake +I blow your head off, no call or no stray +No barkin' dogs or stray +I just ordered all the D'usse +Blow a hundred G's without panicking +My homie trafficking, he just savaging +I'm really playin' with money, you just tampering +You playin' with your life, why you gambling? +I'm fuckin' on your wife while you scrambling +I say who this pussy for, she say your majesty +I pull out a bag of white and she hit that and sneeze +She gone cut that nigga off, he an amputee +Now she really bout that life +She the one for me +And every time we see them lights +She hold that gun for me +And every time a package come she sample some for me +She ain't no actress but I got her actin' up for me +And all my niggas in cake mode +All my niggas in Tec mode +Red beam on your face, you look like Rudolph with the red nose +Tunechi rockin' red though +Slit my wrists and I bled gold +Quick to finnessee a bitch +My gift of gab came with a red bow +When I +Just wanna tie you to the bed and give you head girl +And I, I know I'm probably going over your head girl +And fuck your nigga +He ain't doin' shit, I done said worse +Dirty south, that red dirt +Drive down with that work boy +You ain't leavin' here til I weigh it first +Choppa make your head burst +Oh, lil mama with the head work +She suck my dick till my leg jerk +She swallow that shit, then burp +Swallow that shit, then burp +I fucked her best friend first +Her boyfriend be gettin' on her last nerve +Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear +Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear +All my niggas need cash first +Fresh pair of Vans and a plaid shirt +Skateboard, snowboard, and surf +Lord I'm' on my wave all day +Squad boys all day +Wish a nigga would fuck with us +We'll blow the smile off of his face +Gettin' paid all day +Jose chop you up +Put your body parts in the freezer, we got supper for months +Yeah, and I'm just fuckin' all these hoes and never wifin' one +I'm just Fuckin' all these hoes I bet your wife is one +Tell your ho, I said last night was fun5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Light Up (Remix)[Lil Wayne] +Hate is temporary, love is necessary +I went from eating pussy to eating commissary +Damn, I am the sickest, I need therapy +You can buy the answers but you can’t afford to question me +First off I don’t need you second guessing me +Jail is like third base: I’m coming home eventually +Still got shooters like hot tubs +Man I'm anemic: still got bloods +I’m in my cell reading fan mail +Wish I was in Amsterdam sipping Amstel +Thinking bout all of that pussy I can’t smell +Man they did me wrong; I feel like Nelson Mandel’ +I shine too hard my lamp fell +My name still ringing: Alexander Graham Bell +I know you met damn, cause you know damn well +That I still got you open, open like a clam shell +Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit +My conversation stinks cause I talk shit +Stay in your lane you’re on that double-park shit +We eating at the top, get a spoon and a forklift +I got rap wrapped up like a gift +I’d be sober if if was a fifth +I’m feeling like Elvis – jailhouse rock +I’m not 2Pac, I’m the New Pac +Behind bars but the bars don’t stop recording over the phone +I hope the call don’t drop +Drizzy got the ball and I know the ball won’t drop +And I pray none of my kids never wanna be cops +Young Money get ‘em, Young Money got ‘em +The boss got his feet up, vacation on an island +Yeah and tell your girls send the kite up +And even if you don’t smoke motherfucker you gon’ have to light up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On Fire[Hook] +Mama bad, mama mean +Gasoline, she’s on fire +Put her out, as a matter of fact +Take her out, cause she’s on fire +Got on my knees and asked my Lord +To keep me clear from the Devil cause my girl +She, she’s on fire, yeah +But everything is so cool, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Now gimme them back shots, I want them back shots +I said shorty let me play up in that matchbox +And she’s on fire, yeah +Sh-shorty let a nigga rub his dick against her matchbox +And she's on fire, she’s steamin' +She’s screamin', she, she’s creamin' +She’s fiendin', I redeem it +I get between it, like I mean it + +[Bridge] +Now hit me +And now she's on fire +I left her steamin', yeah +But everything is so cool +[Verse 2] +Uhh, she hot as hell, let's call her Helen +Uhh, fireman to her rescue like 9-11 +Uhh, fuckin' right I make her hot +She got the Devil in her, I do whatever with her +Hell's angel, I pluck her feathers nigga +I am the firespitter, I start a fire with her +Okay her flames high, but I am higher nigga +So I invite her up, and then I light her up, uhh + +[Hook] +Mama bad, mama mean +Kerosene, she’s on fire +Put her out, as a matter of fact +Take her out, she’s on fire +Got on my knees and asked my Lord +To keep me clear from the Devil cause my girl +She's on fire, yeah +But everything is so cool, yeah + +[Outro] +Now hit me, haha, woo! +She's on fire, yeah +I left her stingin' +Yeah, and now she's on fire +Haha (but it's cool) +Mama bad, mama mean +Gasoline, she’s on fire +Put her out, as a matter of fact +T-t-take her out, cause she’s on fire +She, she’s steamin' +She’s screamin', she creamin' +She’s fiendin', I redeem it +I get between it, like I mean it +Hehe, then I leave her stingin' +Now she's on fire, stingin'! +But everything is so cool6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Feel Me[Intro] +So, Lil Wayne, what's your motivation? +Is that really a question? (Yeah, shawty) +Do you really have that written down in your notepad? (You already) +You should be ashamed of yourself (C2) +You smell me, girl, I smell like money (Why not? What's better?) +See, that's what they don't understand (Not a goddamn thing) +To me, it was always get money or die (Yeah) +I come up under Birdman, the Number One Stunna, you know what I mean? +I'm Stunna Jr. (Yeah), and that's all I know, that's all I ever knew +Get money or get nothing, you know what I'm saying? (I feel) +And I feel that way (I feel it), for real + +[Verse 1] +So hard I go, I keep pushing (Yeah) +The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (Yeah) +I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie +Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hooky (Yeah) +Dwayne Carter absent, keep lookin' (Bitch) +I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the block (Yeah) +Ice so bright like heaven on the watch (Yeah) +Yeah, nigga, I done dropped one-eleven on the watch (Uh) +So watch and see what I do (Yeah, yeah) +Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezin', hachoo +They got the shivers, man, I got the fever +I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina +Weezy F Baby, now the F is for FEMA +Sick nigga, bitch, I spit that leukemia (Bitch) +Yeah, no cure, no help +So me, so good, so hard, so felt +Feel me +[Interlude] +And that's just my point right there +That's what I'm always trying to stress, know what I'm saying? +If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me, then you ain't real +In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know? +So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period? +I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause that's who I speak for +And myself, you know what I mean? My family, that's who I represent +My homies (Yeah), my girl, my life, you know? + +[Verse 2] +C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my shit (Yeah) +You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch (Yeah) +You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch (Yeah) +You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit +Like motherfuck them niggas, what they wan' do? I'm ready +Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo (Yeah, yeah) +Fuckin' with the boy, baby, that's a gamble (Yeah) +If he won in Vegas, leave him on the crap table (Come on) +I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable (Yeah) +Like nobody make a sound, where the paper? Where the paper? +Gotta get it, gotta have it (Yeah), once I got it, I'ma spend it (Yeah) +Then it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it (Yeah) +The re-ups be like birthday parties (Huh?) +No room to park the cars in the garages (Huh?) +So outside the cribs, all you see is 'Erraris +If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign +Feel me +[Interlude] +And see, that's where everybody gettin' me wrong at, you know what I mean? +I got that heat rock, for real +Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music? +That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me, you know what I mean? +They ain't spitting like me +They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds +I got the flu over here, man (Yeah), for real +I need relief +Y'all help me, for real (Yeah) +I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all, for real + +[Verse 3] +And based on the bank, I'm doin' much better than a lot of these niggas +I'm tired of these niggas +Yawnin' when I see 'em, make me stretch and pull the burner (Yeah) +I'm cockin' back and passin' +They catch 'em in they sternum +Ooh-ooh, that gon' probably burn ya (Yeah) +That gon' probably learn ya (Yeah) +To never, ever, ever (What?) +Ever, ever, ever come around here no more +Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch +I'm the god, I should ride with the Pope +But the boy so hood, I just ride with my ho (Yeah) +Yeah, and tell her 'bout Hollygrove +Tell her 'bout my last show, tell her 'bout my last ho +You know, just born to mack +Call me Deion Sanders, bring the corner back, yeah +I'm in my prime, niggas falling back (Okay) +That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack +Feel me +[Outro] +And that's just what it is, nigga (Yeah) +If you don't like my shit, then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up +That's how I was taught, that's how I was brought up, and that's how I'ma go down, man, for real +Cash Money Young Money in your motherfuckin' throat, bitch +Swallow slow +Weezy F Baby, this interview is over +Go to the next song, bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Live From the Gutter[Verse 1: HoodyBaby] +You at home broke as fuck doing the milly rock +I'm in Hollywood with millions, check my Diddy bop +Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup +Pushing work, man, we got the whole city hot +Raised up on Jeezy, Jay'd up on Yeezys +Young Money millionaires, me, T and Weezy +Sixteen in the peezy +Another sixteen, that's a PT +36 that's a keyzee +Push button start, bitches thought I lost my keys, please +Trappin' out my haunted house of ghosts, there's some scares there +And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah +Finessing all these niggas, I need air fare +All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very +I might call them Michael Jordans, I need every pair +Tell your homie hit my line, I got fishscale + +[Verse 2: T@] +Certified hustler, yeah, real street nigga +It took me 31 years to make my first million +But I ain't trippin', this the beginnin' +Lost deposits at Chase, no time for chasing women +All black Porsche slammed on them red mags +I peel her top back and watch the haters get mad +They need to stop it, niggas don't like when you +Balling on them bitches, they just mad ‘cause they ain't got shit +And niggas with the gossip, ol' Dr. Phil ass nigga +You might as well go 'head on and start a talk show +Me and Hoody making big moves off in this Tahoe +Your bitch travel hundred feet, work off in that rental +Backstabber smile in my face, showing the dentals +But you know me, I chunk the deuces at them bitches +Never stop the chat, I keep it moving on them bitches +In and out of town and yeah I do it for my city +East side New Orleans is where a nigga get it +So have your money right or else I ain't fucking with ya +And I ain't posing twice so I hope you got the picture +Ya dig? +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Reporting live from the mother ship +And I ain't talking nothin' but Young Money shit +Yeah, I ain't talking no more Cash Money shit +Yeah, I ain't talking no more, now I'm coming, bitch +Distorting guys with the cutter +I'll rob a motherfucker talking all that big money shit +Got me hustling like I never had shit +I'm restarting from the bottom, now ain't that a bitch +But watch me turn this pit into a Brad Pitt +Yeah, watch me turn this world into a hand print +The money made me hungry like I'm fastin' +I see the stars lining up, I feel like NASA +I seen my homies give up on me like a marriage +I went back and counted up and no more stunting like my daddy, ah +Then my bitches hit me up and said she love me like a daddy, ah +Cuban bitch walking 'round my house like she live there +Wake up in her mouth, she dribble like Sebastian Telfair +I see y'all ain't playin' fair, I see you, you layin' there +You see bitches everywhere, you might see them in Vanity Fair +My homie got that Danity Kane +Them shots like planes they landing here +Oh yeah, and we got them bitches on that wifi +It's a bird, it's a plane, them bitches sky high +Back up off me motherfucker, whoa yeah yeah +Me, T and Hoody feel like Dame, Hov and Ty-Ty +Me, Mack and Po feel like Lyor, Hov and Tata +My bitch don't own panty hoes nor a bra top +Roll up the windows in the Rolls, nigga hotbox +Cut on some Drizzy in this bitch, we don't cha cha +Whole time I was ready, ain't no cat and mouse in my fetti +Ain't no Thomas, ain't no Jerry +Ain't it really ain't no thang, you niggas really don't gang bang +I'm with that mob smoking gas, ain't no limit on my tank +Up, up, up and away, cup, cup, cuppin' all day +We sipping that oil, we sipping that oil, more oil than Oil of Olay +You killas don't play, kill 'em on sight in the middle of the day +Shoot a nigga right in the middle of his face +Bullet be biting like a venomous snake +Pussy be tighter than traffic, LA +We got that white, we traffic all day +I went from Kool Aid and PBJ +Now it's champagne and caviar steak +But still reporting live from the gutter, bitch +Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step +Yeah, now before I fade away I gotta stutter step +Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step +I hustle like it's nothin', left my woman in her underwear +My youngin don't wear underwear, I love my - +Yeah I love my baby mothers, yeah, little hoody ain't no huggy bear +I represent that grizzly bear, my neck look like a city fair +Page out the Jungle Book, amazed is how your woman looks +When she see me and all my niggas coming +Afraid is how your gunners look, we take a finger, tongue or foot +And mail it to your people, we mean business, get that understood +Big ol' bag of fuckin' good, a little bad, a ton of good +I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay +I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secured okay +No ceilings3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Diamonds Dancing[Verse 1] +Smoking on strong, money long, we don't reason +Probably with my niggas, but my bitch Polynesian +Met this bad little broad, she was curvy +Sipped out in the middle of the day, I started early +Balling in the middle of a drought, we ain't worried +Middle finger up to the judge and I'm smirking +Bring your squad cause you know my gang with me +Drop the top on the car, let the tits breathe +Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds snatching +Michael Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Manson +Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas cashing +We fight time and time and time and time and time and time +Again + +[Hook] +I told my plug "You know what I need +From you when I get on +Yeah, uh +Two bricks, a triple beam and a foam +So I can make a storm like I usually do" + +[Verse 2] +Banging with my friends, nigga that's Soo-woo +Calicoe spit like a Uzi do +You'll be so hard to identify when you're +Hit up from your arms to your corns and still bleeding +All my niggas children of the corn like Stephen +King - I met this broad she was curvy +Bitch started twerking when them whips start urr-ing +Getting money since 'Got Money' +And if you real you could vouch for me +I still need my Block Is Hot money +I ain't fucking with these pussies like they got something +Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping +[Hook] +I told my plug "You know what I need +From you when I get on +Yeah +Two bricks, a triple beam and a foam +So I can make a storm like I usually do" + +[Verse 3] +Bad bitch on my arm that's my new lil boo +Pussy be so warm and it's Juicy Fruit +Trampoline on this dick, I got her twat jumping +Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping +Vaseline on a brick in case the cops coming +Trafficking with the work in her bra for me +Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me +Wearing lingerie and heels round the house for me +All these bitches try'na chill then thaw out for me +Trampoline with the work, I got the block jumping +Got the block + +[Outro] +We sipping that dirty +We sipping that dirty +We sipping that dirty +We sipping that dirty, you know +Yeah +This Gat pointed at your nose, nigga +That vest can’t save your soul, no +We sipping that dirty, yeah +We doing them dirty +Haven't even heard from you +You left the kids by they self +They haven't even heard from you +We put your wig on the shelf +We unstable, yeah +We unstable, yeah +Your mama be afraid of us +They haven't even heard from you, now they gotta search for you +We unstable, yeah +It ain't looking too good for you, too good for you +You're ungrateful, yeah +That's why I switched label, yeah +I gotta live for myself, yeah +I gotta give to myself, yeah +Look at all the shit I gave you +Look what I did for myself +I never hid from myself, no +I ain't got no ceilings, yeah +I ain't got no feelings for them niggas, no +I don't want no dealings with them niggas, no +Ungrateful3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life Is Good[Part I] + +[Verse] +Working while they sleeping as usual +Percocets, I eat them like chewables +These niggas think they passed up, they think too much +If these niggas get too gassed up, I bring a few pumps +Yeah, Hershey chocolate candy skin, she ate all my nuts +Yeah, wifey caught me slipping once, okay, more than once +Yeah, we don't hit your block up, we blow that bitch up +Cappin', talkin' big shit until that shit don't flush +Yeah, they say my days are numbered, but I keep taking drugs +Baby, I know you see these X pills, pleasе take one +I'm a skater but I hеard your man a cheapskate, huh +Heard he rattin', now they moving his release date, huh, snitch +I just turned my main to my spouse +Could've bought her ass the tote purse or pouch, bought a house +Now baby got an ego twice the size of the crib +Now she see what I'm saying, she got eyes in her ears +Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid +I might have to do a bid if she left me, I forgive +Twerkin', got a fatty in this bitch, doing butt flips +Way she roll her hips make her body look like Sunchips +Working out my demons, that's beautiful +And bae off of that riesling, she super loose +I'm smokin', she say pass it, she doing too much +Haven't done my taxes, fuckin' with Trump +She brought her skirt without the panties with the slit going up +Nigga caught you looking at it, it's okay, don't touch +Uh, someone bought the block up in Bel-Air, it was us +Check the clock and hit the shot, I swear this shit too clutch +[Part II] + +[Chorus] +Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring +'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm +Chicken pox on my trigger finger +How my trigger finger still itch, pewm + +[Verse] +Copped three watches at the same time +Nigga, we are not on the same time +Shoulder strap on the strap, hangtime +Got the 40 on me like St. Ides +Granny, she was standing right there +Mercedes car, they call her Mrs. Mercy +Ever since the day I got her name tatted on my face, I been picture perfect +Taliban, nigga, ISIS, hand to hand, switching prices +Been dapper dan since the diaper, a gat, a bag, and a Bible +Young Obama go dumb, Osama +Hit him with the llama, he do the la bamba +Trade the private jet for an Air Force bomber +We could go to war like it's the Bahamas +Lied to my hoes, never tell my mama +Never tell my woes, lie to your honor +Money long though, nigga, anaconda +Let me add a comma +I'm way too high for niggas at the bottom +You a ladder climber +I'm the best rapper, nigga, that's the obvious +Got punchlines for you shadowboxers +You a kitty cat, I'm catastrophic +Rex 'bout to turn up, call up Roger +New fettuccine, new lasagna +Diamonds blinging so new they blind you +Diamonds sing like Ja Rule and Mya, No Ceilings +[Chorus] +Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring +'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm +Chicken pox on my trigger finger +How my trigger finger still itch, pewm +Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring +'Til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pewm +Chicken pox on my trigger finger +How my trigger finger still itch, pewm3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Swizzy (Remix)[Intro] +This the remix, baby! +Yeah! +You already know what it is +'Cause if you don't you just don't know nothin +Shit, period! Stupid + +[Verse] +You know me, I just be chilling in the Phantom, listening to opera +Gun is my bodyguard, call it "Kevin Costner" +Prolly won't stop if I get to poppin them shots +You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots +Ha... +Fuck around, see a flock of red dots +Smoke good, eat good +Only fuck a bitch if her throat good, feet good +Just bought a Fleetwood +And I'ma put some D's on that bitch +Looking like I got a diamond disease on my wrist +Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks +I'm a dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my dick +Young Money, Cash Money +And we gon' get the money, even if it kills y'all +And I'ma ride 'til the motherfucking wheels off +George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on +I'm cold! Yeah, I get my Buffalo Bill on +Beating up your block—yeah, I get my Emmett Till on +In the New Edition—yeah, I get my Johnny Gill on +Keep a shotgun—yeah, I get my Jayson Will on +Fuck it, Swizz, I'm still going +Black entertainment—yeah, I get my Steven Hill on +Only to talk models—yeah, I get my Seal on +Make that chick rock, get my Amil on +Two girls, let 'em get they pill on +Let 'em get they feel on, I get my tip drill on +Hey, now why you that ice grill on? +I leave you lookin like you got a barbecue grill on +Yeah, we got money to the ceil-on +Real nigga, I get my "Keep It Real" on +And they be lying on wax, like a earphone +Weezy Baby: the best from here on +Swizz, I'm in gear, homes +They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam +No homo, let 'em get they queer on +No commercial, I just take the Lear home +My girl, she get her Pam Grier on +She don't touch me, I got cashmere on +I ball, and you just Erick Dampier, dawg +I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on +Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster +And we're gone! +[Outro] +I'm stuffed1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Workin’ Em[Hook: Fee Banks (Lil Wayne)] +That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me +That's why your bitch want a real nigga like me +She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me +She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me +I be pimpin them hoes, I be pimpin them hoes +I be pimpin them hoes, pimp-pimpin them hoes +(I be workin them bitches, I be workin them bitches +I be workin them bitches work workin them bitches) + +[Verse 1: Wayne] +Weezy F. Baby, the mothafuckin Carter +Bitches on my stick but my name ain't Harry Potter +In fact I'm very hotter, your girl say the same +And since we like to travel, she let us run a train +And my defense put me in the Hall of Fame +I make her turn over every time we play the game +"My boy Wayne", ask them niggas how I came +In a Ferrari, Jaguar switchin both lanes +Living room in the kitchen on a plane +I get from A to B so comfortably, I +Do my thing, y'all niggas so plain +I'm so fly, call me Soul Plane + +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Wayne] +To him, I'm a killer, to her, I'm a lover +I always wear a mask, and I always wear a rubber +Yeah, I'm from the hood, but my crib in the suburbs +They love a nigga VIBE, so thats why I got the cover +My nigga Mack Maine is like a brother from another +We from the same hood, we will kill a motherfucker +We eat you niggas lunch, and to bitches I'm supper +She ask me to go down, I'm like, "As long as I fuck her" +I wear I lot of diamonds, see baby I'm a stunna +So ride a nigga dick, for a baby-bear Hummer +And homie, you can have her, cause I don't really want her +You put the dick in her, I put that dick on her + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +I'm hotter than fire, she wetter than a bitch +These niggas really pussy, and I'm harder than my dick +I show too much love for you to be a hater +I ain't home every day, but I'm gettin' my paper +I know what's going on cause I'm the creator +And since I'm so early, I holla at 'em later +I sound like sex comin' through the fader +Bitch, I'm the president, not the mayor +[Hook] + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +That was a Fee and Weezy Baby collabo4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Promise[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Damn, she bad +Damn, she thick +And I may not know her perfect +But damn, she it +And she thick, and she right +Damn, she nice +You can be my judge, baby, yeah, I'll do life, give me life +And I know that you be dancing till your toes hurt +But I can make your toes curl, I can make your soul jerk +We can soul-search +And I also got that street credit, I got more work— +Than any dude you knew +Girl, I am a Blood, soo-woo, ahaha! +I hear you want somebody you can call "boo" +I will change my name to "Boo," and fuck around and call you +Now, what you wanna do? Haha +Because whatever that may be, baby, I wan' do that, too +And ooh, I could GPS you—ooh, what you going through? +Like a pair of wet-and-sticky Vickies, girl, I'm on you +Okay, ma, the mood is so right +Light two and take flight +My big bro T.I. is the king, I am your prince, your knight, right +You don't need a Superman +You just need a man like Weezy (Baby!) +Haha! And I can make you feel the same way +We can postpone and stay home like a rain-day +"She'll have the salad, just put her on Wayne's plate" +What you know 'bout having syrup poured on that pancake? +Nasty as I wanna be, or nasty as you like me to— +Be; I hope you like me too +But now, you know I like you, too +Three A.M. room service, serve ya +You can be my dessert, be my caramel sherbet +Call your mama, we can make a baby +And the way you work that mic in the video is so (Crazy!) +And that chair or stool move was cool +You make me wanna "ooh!" +But I'ma be cool, I need a moment +I think you are the finest human on earth +We can get together, I can help you with that homework +Take your ass to school, too, boo +Teach you all the rules you never knew +We need a moment +I could be your future, I could be your teacher +Be your professor, write down this lecture +You want some extra credit? Let me check your homework +I could be your tutor and help you with exams +No failing, or it's summertime for you, haha +You got them "Goodies," and I got a sweet tooth +Now, can y'all blame me? +Shit, Hov got Bey +And I just want Ci +See, I just wan' see if you're taller than me +No, really, I want see if you're my "Mrs. Carter"-to-be, haha +Yeah, I know, this is pretty awkward for me +But I just act like you are talking to me when you say... +[Interlude: Ciara] +(Oh!) I mean everything that I say +From the bottom of my heart +I would never, never ever hurt you + +[Lil Wayne] +(I open my heart) Believe that, and I agree that +Open up your heart to me and you won't get the key back +Ms. Ciara, you are colder then blue +And baby, I ain't talking to nobody else but (You) + +[Refrain: Ciara] +(There's nothing I won't do) +There's nothing I won't do, baby +(To spend my life with you) +To spend my life with you +(I'll give my all to you) +I promise I will never lie to you, boy + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, Weezy F +Who better? Who else? But me? Haha +Hey, sweetheart, I don't care what nobody say +Real niggas gon' respect it, you dig? +Ayy, darling, you are all that! +Whatever that is +I'd sure like to know +Let me cut that out man, ayy, straight up +I just did this, mama, 'cause you— you deserve it +Young Carter +I'm out!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SportsCenter[Verse] +Cover my tracks like butter, so where the bread be? +I see beef as dead meat +"Who that, the president?" "Yeah, me" No one scare me +And you ain't gotta double dare me, hear me? +Loud and clearly, rats aren't near me +Wiretap niggas get blood in they earpiece +I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace +Pure beast, fear-free, dear grief +Catch up, bitch, I'm in gear three +Zoom gone, see ya! Peace... drop one finger +(Gangsta!) Fuck 'em and whoever made 'em! +I will hurt whoever love 'em, cause I hate 'em +Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated +Got her to the pad, I don't know how a nigga made it +She gave me relations, so now, we related +The morning comes; the picture, faded +I waited on my turn to burn, can I get a light? +Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike +Can I get a mic or a mic and a half +That the Source owe me? Shout out to the editing staff, yeah +I'm all grown, so much better with math +I need a spread in the Forbes takin' a Benjamin bath, yeah +I'm servin' this track like, Steffi Graf, yeah +Roger Federer; there's no competitors +Niggas know my rhetoric; bitches know my preference +Young God, baby: all them other niggas reverends +Sittin' in my big house surrounded by my weaponries +I keep them away like I got leprosy +Chopper right next to me, loaded up with pepper seeds +Got an extra clip, but that's only for my especiallies, yeah +(Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you +Just respect a nigga game, what kinda referee is you? +Swallow your whistle, make a nigga ride with the pistol +Cause the fakest niggas ride with the pistol +Even if I die old, I'mma die with the pistol +And if you stand over my body, I'll probably kill ya, yeah +Now I feel it, Weezy the realest +I wear a lot of Bathing Ape 'cause I be with gorillas, yeah +He what they talkin' bout: topic of the conversation +Product of determination, yeah +Stop playin, you are not up in my situation +I get money like a Caucasian +The car red, so the car Cajun, stop hatin' +Y'all ballers, I'm a sports agent +Wait a minute, lemme translate it: +It's Weezy Not-The-Father Motherfuckin' Baby12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Line Em Up[Intro] +M-M-M-Murda +(Hey) + +[Refrain] +I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh +All this cocaine got me actin' white +You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend +You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend + +[Verse 1] +She say I got a vanilla aftertaste +Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave +Harrell Park, it ain't nothin' like South Park +Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart, damn +Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze (Smoke) +Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es +Uzis, .223's, TEC's, semi-automatic, reflex +Bullet ain't got no name, but these no-names ain't got no respect +Put some respect on my name, don't know where I got that from +Mad scientist in this bitch, don't even know what I'm mad for, woo +'Cause it's hard to ignore the bullshit when it can't flush, woo +Tryna dodge and duck, but you can't duck, nigga, blaow + +[Chorus] +Stunt, stunt, real deal +Had the MAC-11, real, real +Had to send your ass the real deal +Had to send your ass the real deal +Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up +You niggas quack me up, bah, Daffy, Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah) +Stunt, stunt, real deal +Had the MAC-11, real, real +Had to send your ass the real deal +Had to send your ass the real deal +Had to line 'em up, I'ma nine 'em up +These niggas quack me up, brrah, better Donald Duck +[Verse 2] +Gas 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up, yeah +Pack 'em up, I'ma pile 'em up, yeah +Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah +Line 'em up, I'm anonymous +Leave out this bitch, comin' back with the dawgs +I'm comin' back with the dawgs +Go at my neck, I'm comin' back at your skull (Gone) +I'm comin' back with her drawers +Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah +I put the stash in the wall +Thirty round dick, I'm jackin' it off, yeah +'Til ain't no more jacks in the cards +Aces and kings, blackest of hearts, yeah +I played the hands I was taught +Family man, your family involved, damn +Family tree, branches gon' fall +Actin' an ass, no actin' at all, no +All of the cameras is off +You fucked up the deal, look back at the mall, huh +We dunk on 'em, back in the form + +[Refrain] +I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh +All this cocaine got me actin' white +Ask Jada Pinkett, I'm a legend +You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend +[Chorus] +Stunt, stunt, real deal +Had the MAC-11, real, real +Had to send your ass the real deal +Had to send your ass the real deal +Had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up +These niggas quack me up (Quack me up), better Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah) + +[Outro] +Line 'em up, sign 'em up +I'ma grind 'em up, I'ma fire 'em up +Smoke, smoke (Gas 'em up), smoke, smoke (Pile 'em up) +Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke +Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow +Smokin' Donald Duck +I see you backin' up +You better Donald Duck +You niggas crack me up +You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow +Line 'em up, grrt +You better Donald Duck, yeah +Gas 'em up, and I'ma fire 'em up, yeah +Pack 'em up, and I'ma pile 'em up, smoke +Funeral5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thinkin About YouCome on, come on, come on, come +Shout for the 17, shout for the Hollygrove +Shout for the 17 +I'mma take it uptown, uptown +You dig +You understand me + +[Verse 1] +Woke one morning +Tears in my eyes +And you had left me without a kiss or a note +Or goodbye +Now I got to learn to live alone +But my heart can't take it +I guess that's why I wait by the phone +For a call, a call from you +Sayin' she needs me back +Just as much as I need you +But I guess for the time, you need to stay away +Let me tell you baby, now I'm thinkin' of you every day + +[Hook] +I'm thinkin' about you +I'm thinkin' about you + +[Break] +Oops upside your head +I said oops upside your head +I said feet, don't fail me now +White man came down to my city +On the corner +And asked me what do I do +I said, do what I wanna +Said, do what I wanna +[Verse 2] +I keep thinkin' 'bout the good times we had +And how we let jealousy +Turn all we had good into bad +Now I realize +If you just try it again +Love will play out +You'll be my girl +I'll be your only man +   3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hasta La Vista[Intro: Lil' Wayne & Lil Juice] +Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up +I tell you I love you +I tell you I need you +I say I won't leave you +(Uh) + +[Verse 1] +I like when I'm faded, I'm so innovative +Eatin' pussy at my dinner table, I been gettin' it catered +Get the yayo, got me spendin' pesos, Benjamin tornado +Count my blessings, this is what we pray for, everyone ain't able +Drop her heart, just like a hot potato, I'm a sado +She think she lit, I am fuego, keep that BS in her a-hole +'Cause I say so, and my bando, we just lay low +Rub my back, ask how my day go +I say I been on my J-O, she say, "Bae no" +Say no mo', cause she go low, bless my woe-woe +I say "uh-oh," she start slow-mo +Once that coco start her mojo +She gon' go-go +She gon' deep throat 'til it's sore throat +She go deep sleep, I go NoDoz +Said "I love you," watch my nose grow +Once that dope go, she go bozo +Girl, I'm gone +[Chorus] +Hasta la vista, baby +Hasta la vista, baby +Hasta la vista, baby +Hasta la vista, baby (Yuh) + +I tell you I love you, baby +I tell you I need you, baby +I say I won't leave you, baby (I say I won't leave you) +Then I get amnesia, baby (Gone) + +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) + +I tell you I love you (I tell you I love you) +I tell you I need you (I tell you I need you) +I say I won't leave you (I say I won't leave you) +And I get amnesia (And I get amnesia) + +I'm smokin' Keisha, baby (Keisha) +I'm high as Felicia, baby (Felicia) +I'ma find me a vegan baby (Gone) +'Cause I'm tired of this beefin', baby (Yuh) +I tell you I love you, baby (I love you) +I tell you I need you, baby (I need you) +I say I won't leave you, baby (Won't leave you) +I like when I'm faded (Gone) + +[Verse 2] +So outta here, keep that shit over there +Where do we go from here +Come to the end of the road +Can't get the road repaired +I am on Mars with a bitch in her underwear +She take 'em off and then come back to Earth +In a hundred years, you niggas Gummy Bears +Rest in peace Rabbit +I got the Lamborghini doors up like some bunny ears (Ahh) +Bitch, best not jump in here +Bitch, best not run in here talkin' crazy +Get her walkin' papers +See these married niggas makin' it hard for players +But, see, the hardest players is too hard to play +I give her dick and a couple ultimatums +A cup of Bumbu and a cup of coffee later +She do all the drugs, she do all the favors +So we fuck now and we argue later +Dick runnin' like an alternator +I don't separate 'em, I just alternate 'em +I got all the flavors, sit back enjoy the fruit of our labors +You gon' tan that applebottom, it's gon' be orange later +So I fucked the girl, wrote my number down +On the morning paper, set it on the table +Told her, "I'll be back" - Schwarzenegger +Lil' mama, I'm gone (Gone) +[Chorus] +Hasta la vista, baby (Yah) +Hasta la vista, baby (Yah) +Hasta la vista, baby (Hasta la vista) +Hasta la vista, baby (Yah) +I tell you I love you, baby (I tell you I love you) +I tell you I need you, baby (I tell you I need you) +I say I won't leave you, baby (I say I won't leave you) +I'm not gonna need you, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +I tell you I love you (I tell you I love you) +I tell you I need you (I tell you I need you - Hey!) +I say I won't leave you (I say I won't leave you) +I'm not gonna need you (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +I tell you I love you (I tell you I love you) +I tell you I need you (I tell you I need you) +I say I won't leave you (I say I won't leave you) +I'm not gonna need you (I'm not gonna need you)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gumbo[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, Jamie Foxx & Lil Jon] +Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? +We been out here +Gangsta, Gangsta Gri-zillz! +6 shit +Quality street music! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Never 'bout a bitch, it's 'bout a check, my nigga +Never 'bout the bitch, about to check my nigga, that's my nigga! +Make me do construction in your section, nigga +Rari' doin' donuts, that's my breakfast, nigga +Okay, you got soldiers, I got veterans, nigga +And I got that white like One Direction nigga, Kesha, nigga +Only God can judge you, I must sentence you to death, my nigga +Yeah, and you are not a topic in my section, nigga +Math teacher taught me how to count my fucking blessings, nigga +Got married to the fucking mob when I met it, nigga +Everybody cried at my motherfucking wedding, nigga +Everybody 5 in my motherfucking section, nigga +Hoodybaby 6, so numbers lying in my sections, nigga +Still got them Bloods, like a vessel nigga, that's right, nigga +Tell a blind nigga, "Watch your step, my nigga" +Left-right, nigga, whoa, I let my niggas glow +My niggas don't speak, "Bap, bap, bap", quote, un-quote +Never had cold feet, stepping out moving snow +Cut the heads off the sheep and sit 'em all around the GOAT +O-M-W, BMW, N-E-W +I got that R-A-W, for the L-O-W +That's non-refundable, that's L-A-W +And we hate deductibles, like police hate untouchables +They see me in a car then they F-O-L-L-O-W +I drive S-L-O-W, with that B-L-O-W +I like it very colorful when it come to my jungle juice +I'm out here yelling "Fuck a truce!" +If he gon' act like Mother Goose, whoa +It's never 'bout the kids, about the pets, my nigga, no +It's right between the ears, above the neck, my nigga, whoa +It's very quiet, when you hear the weapons, nigga, shh +They verify you by your dental records, nigga +6 shit +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +Fuck the city up, and I got the glizzy tucked (Baow!) +Dick hanging from the mop, look like a billy club +Fliest niggas from the city, bitch, that's really us (geah!) +You pussies talking, boo! boo! boo!, now you really fucked +Ridin' in the range with Maine, we switch lanes (Maine!) +With my bottom bitch, walked the beach in Biscayne (Rrah!) +Real P shit, that's that M.O.B. shit +Look at me now, these pussies said I wasn't gon' be shit (Ah!) +Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover, he might shoot you +Red rag hangin' out my right pocket, but I'll blues you (Doot!) +When them roosters touch down +We make them bitches cock-a-doodle (Woo-woo!) +Take a shot at me over a beat, bitch, I'ma shoot you +Got a bitch named Vicky, she pretty, she keep me stiffy +Glock .40 in her purse, don't tempt me, her finger itchy (Ayy) +She ride so I keep her with me, she shy, but not with that glizzy +She high from hittin' the blizzy, eyes red like Trippie (Trippie!) +Hoody rollin' up, that boy smoke like a hippie (Hippie!) +Fill my double cup up with mud, that's right, I'm sipping +Yeah, retarded with it, I just might be the hardest with it +And you a rat, you be politickin' with the Sarge, Lieutenant +Fuck all you bitches! Gudda! + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Six shit +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Walk It Off[Intro] +The streets gonna always be fucked up now +Now put Lil' Mack on the map if he walk it off +Now put Lil' Spitta on the map if he walk it off +Now put Lil' Poo on the map if he walk it off +Say put Lil' Fee on the map if he walk it off +Say put E.I. on the map if he walk it off +Kay put Lil' Drew on the map if he walk it off +Say put Lil' Marc on the map if he walk it off +I'ma.....I'ma + +[Hook] +I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt +Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front +Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you +You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue +With the white interior on a set of 22's + +[Verse 1] +I'mma jalapeno boy, hot as Cayenne pepper +I'm from New Orleans City, but I’ll take her to wherever +I'm tougher than leather, I'm smoother than Suede +Always never broke, ‘cause I'm usually paid +Got the Rover with the cage kinda brown, off-beige +Everybody look at me, like I'm riding on stage +Gotta woman named Sage, she twice my age +Every time she hit me up she send a picture, with a page +I ain't tryin’ to fall in love, I ain't tryin’ get engaged +You can meet me at the alter when a nigga really dead +Every time I'm tryin’ to leave she beggin’ me to stay +And I politely fade away like my name was M.J +And she wrote me a note, guess what that note says? +Well, I hope you still like me but I go both ways +And then I say Oh, then I say Okay +Stabbed them up and got the fuck like my name was O.J +If you lookin’ for some money bitch my name is no way +Not tomorrow not today, not yes-terday +I'm Mr. President as they say +And that Phantom fits me like it’s tailor-made +I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away +I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades +If you lookin’ for some money, bitch my name is no way +Not tomorrow not today, not yes-terday +[Hook] +I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt +Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front +Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you +You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue +With the white interior on a set of 22's + +[Verse 2] +Last week I met a bitch, but I forgot her name +Short sweet, red cute, ole vibrant thang +She got a earring in her pussy, ‘n’ everywhere else +She said she jog everyday so she can cum on herself +Then she tell me my love is the best she's felt +And she sucked my dick like it’s about to melt +She drink Vitamin Water, say it’s good for her health +She can wrap my whole dick around her waist like a belt +Then there’s another bitch, her name was Ayesha +She ride that dick good and make a mean cheese pizza +One time it was so good, I told her to order one mo' +She said it’s not Domino's -- its DiGiorno's +There’s another bitch I met her at the Gong Show +Got her to the crib and turned it straight into a thong show +She do my dishes, wash my clothes and fix my corn rows +She do my dishes, wash my clothes and fix my corn rows +I can't forget about my bitch named Meaty-boo +She’s a young project bitch, I used to bring that hoe to school +So I brung her to the school we standing on the yard +The bitch asked me if I was from the 17th ward +Niggas came out the cut and started muggin’ me up +I grabbed the clip out my pocket and made them cowards duck +And I told my old lady "I’ll be back, you see" +And hit me up on my cell phone if niggas lookin’ for me, cause +[Hook] +I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt +Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front +Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you +You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue +With the white interior on a set of 22's + +[Verse 3] +Now chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up +Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck +Chicks gotta ride, twerk, jerk, giddy up +Jump, bounce on the dick and get the fuck, get the fuck +My name is Lil Weezy, they say I'm off the heezy +And I tell the dog ho, don't-dont you be greedy +My name is Lil Weezy, they say I'm off the heezy +And I tell the dog ho, don't-don’t you be greedy +Don’t don't you be greedy, don’t don't you be greedy +Bitch, don't you be greedy, don’t don't you be greedy +‘Cuz its Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on them dog hoes +Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on the dog hoes +Dem hoes, they mad +Dem hoes, they mad +Now put Lil’ Wayne on the map cause he walk it off (ha ha ha ha) +Bitch +[Hook] +I'ma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to stunt +Bitch I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin to front +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't tryin' to front +Ho I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you +I'mma good lookin' rapper I ain't lyin' to you +You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue +With the white interior on a set of 22's + +[Outro] +Dedication 2 +Straight from the Carter 2 +So much money off the Carter 2 +So much money off the Carter 1 +So much money ‘cause I'm Birdman son +Don't hate, don't hate, don't hate +I'mma good lookin’ rapper I ain't tryin’ to stunt8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Know You Know[Intro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz] +Lil' mama not no thief, she not no thief +Steal a show, she still a ho, yeah +She steal a show, she still a ho +Yeah, hah +Tony + +[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] +Check the vernacular +It ain't no room, so she lapping up (Lap) +Shawty a Blood and I'm Dracula (Drac') +In a Tom Ford and I'm blacking up (Black) +In a Maybach and I'm backing up (Back) +Either protect or attackin' us (Uh) +I just might buy her a Acura (Uh) +Tell her to drive it to Africa (Damn) +This how a rich nigga take the trash out, but I'm not a janitor (Nah) +I'm an ex-drug dealer (Yeah) +Get a rush when the egg sizzle +Pocket full of dead people +She mine, I don't share people +If the feds watch me, they can see how many times I done fed people (Tell 'em) +I hit, but I can't date you, baby +You on the side like a baked potato +You look crazy, I don't wanna change you +If you a car, I would candy paint you +That's a bar, that's an indicator +Deep breath, hyperventilation +Shorty gon' share that throat (Throat) +She got the best, let's vote (Vote), yeah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And nigga, if you know your ho, that ho a ho +You know that ho gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure +She up next and she finna blow, still the same ho +Kissing on you with the same throat +If you know you know, that ho a ho +That ho is still gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure +She up next and she finna blow, she still the same ho +Kissing on you with the same throat + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Shorty not a thief, but she steal a show, but she still a ho +I'ma need a million dollar bitch and a million more +She know I'm a million dollar nigga with a million hoes +Chillin' way up in my condominium on the millionth floor +She said that these niggas broke, they make her sick, she healing slow +She said she sick and tired of being sick and tired like Mystikal +I got cash from years ago, I ball 'til my Achilles tore +You say you stackin' money to the roof, lil' boy, your ceilings low +She been catching feelings though +She been all in my business like Siri though +I don't believe in no miracles +She swallow my bacterials +I fucked your ho, conduct your ho +If you don't believe it, there's video +That ain't your ho, that was your ho +She just a ho, she been a ho +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And nigga, if you know your ho, that ho a ho +You know that ho gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure +She up next and she finna blow, still the same ho +Kissing on you with the same throat +If you know you know, that ho a ho +That ho is still gon' ho for sure, for sure, for sure +She up next and she finna blow, she still the same ho +Kissing on you with the same throat + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz] +Lil' mama not no thief (She ain't no thief), not no thief +Steal a show, but she still a ho (Yeah), yeah +She steal a show, but she still a ho (Yeah) +I just might buy her a Acura (Uh) +Tell her to drive it to Africa (What?)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Millyrokk[Intro: Lil Wayne] +No ceilings +No ceilings +No ceilings +My ceiling drop, my ceiling drop + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ayy, my milly rock, my milly pop (Bop!) +Them niggas ain't hot, they petty wap +Sippin' Barney, smokin' Baby Bop +She's performing on the table top +Steph Curry, boy, I'll take the shot (Bop-bop) +Then I'll pull off and wave goodbye +I'm ready for the war, I'm not afraid to die +My niggas wild like Omega Psi +My bitches screamin' "Ooh-la-la" +I tell my demons "Kumbaya" +Them sticks go "Boo-ya-ka" +Make a nigga say "Uhh na-na-na-na-na" +I got money on my mental +Got them niggas in my rear view +I'm a dog, I'm a dog +Rottweilin' on these Shih tzu's +Drop dollars on your temple +Pop collars like a pistol +Drive back and forth for codeine +Put some mileage on the rental +Money talks like Jimmy Kimmel +Jimmy Fallon and Jay Leno +I'm straight N.O., the U-N-O +Fast life, so uptempo +Ooh-wee, Presidential +In the Backwood, eating Mentos +Smoke that loud like crescendos +Rep the Mob like De Niro +Fucking like a nympho +Save her info like a hero +Write your name on a bullet +She wrote my name on her dildo +Smoking on that kill though +Got me happier than Gilmo' +I'm in chill mode, I'm in pill mode +I just fucked your fucking ear hole +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +No ceilings, woah +No ceilings +Yeah, two +Yeah, two +Holler at them bitches, Lucci Lou + +[Verse 2: Lucci Lou] +Give a fuck about you haters +More concerned with stacking paper +Smoking bog and sipping Lakers +Watch your girl 'cause I can take her +Drop the top, no ceilings +As I'm plottin' on millions +With my niggas in this bitch +They like "Fuck it Lucci, get 'em" +I'm from that East side of New Orleans +Polo T's and Jordans +Where niggas dream to push foreigns +And all the hoes want ballers +I got the cheapest price on pearly white +If you need it, nigga, just call us +Long as you talking them dollars +I got it, nigga, just holler +Still no job – bitch, I ain't hurtin' +Put a ho on the stroll and told her "Get to workin'" +She dropped a Xanny in his drink, the Rolly in her purse +Then brought it back to Daddy, man I swear this pimpin' work +I pop the clutch and hit the gas, I love the way it skrrt +She popped a bean and poppin' ass, can't keep it in her skirt +I beat it up, she eat it up, no feelings +It's Lucci Lou and Tunechi, nigga, no ceilings +[Verse 3: Turk] +No ceilings, bih, like an astronaut +Turk and Wayne back at it, nigga, we ain't gon' stop +Thuggin' nigga, it's thug life, 2Pac +My youngin with me, they stay strapped with two Glocks +I'm Molly turnt, but so uptown, throwing threes up like slime +Pussy nigga keep hating on me, keep hating, I ain't got time +Too busy chasing this paper, got money on my mind +Fuck you and your favors, know you seen my grind +I kicked the habit, never thought I could +That shit had me since fourteen +I was shooting up, nigga, on tour, fucking up my dreams +Fucking off my green, fucking off with these hoes +Could've died over a million times, I swear only God knows +Now I'm back nigga, like a hungry dog at the doorstep, let's eat +Tell you pussy niggas that slept on me +"Hope you bitches die in your sleep" +Free my brother BG +I'ma scream the shit til he hit the streets +Til my brother Ralo RIP, I got that nigga +That's YNT + +[Outro: Turk] +No ceilings, yeah, nigga, nigga +No ceilings, yeah, fuck with me it be a killin' +Yeah, Young Turk, nigga +I'm Mister YNT, nigga13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Oh No[Intro] +(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) +Haha, cut the music up please +(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) +Hahaha, yeah + +[Verse] +I play the bullshit from the backseat, champ +Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back +Feet back, stay from where the fake be at +Niggas snitch for the shine, where the patience at? +Nigga make his own brother face his back +Give love, then take it back +Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back +Cops killing for crack, you know the story, snakes eat rats +Face the facts, you can't change him +Can't shoot it if you can't aim it +Can't miss him, if he kill you, then you can't blame him +That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade 'em +Get too deep up in that water and they can't save you +Me, I come out of that water like I was just bathin' +And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah +I'm from the hood, so I rep 'em where I can't take em +"Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement +So nigga, get that look off your face +And recognize you got a crook in the place +They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y, I'm so high +I skeet-skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine +Street-sweeper in the back of the hatch, make me pop the latch +Leave you bloody with the cops to match +Bullet holes in your speakers from the chopper blast +Like, haha, ah +That's bullet holes in your sneakers, got you hoppin' back +It all stop when they hit you in your top and back +No cockin' back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this +The clips hang down to the dick +That's an automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy +Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me +When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leakin' +Mortimer is no longer leapin', he's sleepin' +While you pussy niggas is sleepin', I'm thinkin' +Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winkin' +Bob Marley got me stinkin' +Stackin' figures, I'm standing firm, life's a Slinky +Pipes is filled with crack cocaine +And the dope go inside of the veins +From where I came +Though I bear a name only one can live with +Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot, forget it +I'm sicker with it, pick a city, buy a condo +Find a fine ho, let some time go, chill +What you know about a bongo having her mind go +Over a convo about dough? Nothing +Man, the four-wheelers look so good on the sand +Tee or tank top, pocket fan +No pocketknife, no handgun in sight +Just that rat-tat, tat, tat-tat-t-tat-tat, boom +Haha, tonight, I might just boost my feature price +'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright +And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight +I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house +She told me to shoot you right after I knock you out +And he ain't gettin' up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot +Hold up, the beat might drop +[Outro] +(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) +(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big Wings[Intro] +(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) + +[Verse 1] +Fuck with me wrong and get hit up +We hit every block and we hit all your men up +She do every squat and she do every sit up +She dance everyday and she pick every bit up +I work everyday and I sip when I get up +You heard what I say, yeah I sip when I get up +And work everyday, I'm a hell of a nigga +Smokin' that loud, it just yell at a nigga +Confidence high, I'm a arrogant nigga +These bitches do not want a regular nigga +My slime got them bricks doing estimates, nigga +That's numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga +That's numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga +None of you squares wanna battle lil nigga +Cause shots come from nowhere like, Bop! +Abracadabra, nigga +Hold up + +[Verse 2] +I fuck a clit up on everything +I put some sip up in everything +You hit your bitch up, she never came +She was with me up in Neverland +I hit your clique up and everything +I take two clips up in everything +I'm coming, I'm shooting up everything +I just bought my woman some Vera Wang +I just bought myself Alexander Wang +I just bought myself some new Louis frames +I got 'em prescribed cause I'm blind as fuck +Or is it that I just don't wanna see you again? +Got 'em prescribed +I got a prescription +I got a prescription +I got a prescription... +I fuck a clit up on everything +Tie my bitch up to the bed frame +22.5 for the Venus +11 flat for the Serena +Drink codeine like it's Aquafina +My bitch jalapena +I come from Mars, I come from Ms. Cita +Fresh out the womb I knew I was a leader +Who keeping score 'cause I beat 'em +[Hook 1] +And I got some really big wings +Flying over New Orleans +I pull some really big strings +My wingspan like Yao Ming +My eyes tight like Yao Ming +I smoke some really big greens +I sip the whole sixteen +I saw a mill' at fifteen +And still got really big dreams +Your bitch a really big fiend +Your bitch a really big fan +But I ain't got no ceilings +I ain't got no ceilings +I ain't got no ceilings +I ain't got no ceilings + +[Verse 3] +Man, what a high +Born to be alive +I'm sippin' lean +And TMZ said I died (damn) +I run with bitch-slappers +Your hate don't impact us +Our bitches' dick-grabbers +Your bitches' pic-snappers +You just a camera rapper +But we don't point cameras at you +We point them hammers at you +More bullets than hammer dancers +We take the pineapple +And we fill it with purple, we never settle +We take the Mac-11 +We point that bitch straight at your cerebellum +Bah! +Yeah, and this world is mines +Yeah, I'm gettin' mines +Yeah, I'm sippin' lines +Sippin', oh we talkin' lean? +Oh, we talkin' lean?! +Oh, you pourin' up? +Finna fall asleep?! +[Verse 4] +Look at the smile on me +Spent a couple hundred thou' on it +And the game been drove me crazy +Over hundred thousand miles on me +Damn, said she gonna lie for me +I said you just lied to me +She tell me that's my pussy +I say bitch you just lied to me +That's why I fuck 'em all +Still love 'em all +With a rubber off +Cause they husbands' dogs +And to top it off +All the tops is off +And it's winter season +But the seats is heated + +[Hook 2] +And I got some really big wings +I got a really big regime +Been part of some really big schemes +I just popped a really big bean +I just popped a really big bean +I rock some really big bling +I sleep on a really big king +With a really thick queen +I sleep with a really thick queen +On a really big king +She belt out really big screams +She say I got a really big ting +She say I'm doing really big things +I should be doing really big scenes +On a really big screen +You see, I got really big dreams +And what a grind... +I fuck a clit up on everything +I put some sip up in everything +I put some sip up in everything +I put some sip up in everything +No Ceilings25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Freaky Side[Intro: DJ Drama] +Dedicated! +Free my nigga Meek Mill! +D6! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey +All this snow up in my house these bitches call me Coldplay +Walk inside the strip club give the baddest one a big hug +She know daddy been a real one aimin' at a nigga ear drums +I don't have to beat to my own +Don't have to keep my eyes on your rhinestones +Take yo' watch and kill you if the time wrong, so pop off +We gon' kill a watch dog 'til the top dog knock a opp off +Set his ass on fire I smell popcorn + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey +All this white up in my house these bitches call me Colgate +Walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey +All this snow up in my house these bitches call me cold case +Wait I fuck yo' ho +Hol' on hol' up wait no they don't go they fucked the GOAT +(Brr) hello hello hello hello I fucked yo' bae +Just like Jodeci she tryna stay I said okay +Okay okay okay okay +I been a real nigga since a mini lil' nigga +Pullin' choppers like a dentist lil' nigga +In my skinnies lil' nigga, lookin' skinny lil' nigga +Fuck a limit lil' nigga like the Millers lil' nigga +Doin' business lil' nigga, risky business lil' nigga +Own plane wit my own flight attendants lil' nigga +Life is splendid lil' nigga, fuck yo' hoe, now yo' hoe on blow +I swear I make her snort more blow than Pinocchio, okay! +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I walk inside the strip club buy what I want then I go hey +It's all these hoes and only me you bitches gotta rotate +Walk inside the plug house buy what I want then I dip, hey +All this coco in my bando bitches call me milkshake +Wait I fuck yo' hoe, now yo' hoe won't go +Hol' up wait I fuck yo' hoe, now you yo-ho bro +Hol' up wait I fuck yo' hoe, now that hoe on dope +I know you know I know you know +I know I know I know I know you know my niggas shooters +Don't fuck wit' computers, ugliness is cuter +And all this shit from Cuba, throwin' parties in the sewer +Actavis and Buddah, the dancers doin' maneuvers +Come shake hands wit' Freddy Kreuger + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Woah I walk up in the strip club buy what I want then I go hey +I give all my hoes the green light them hoes call me no brakes +Walk up in a night club pick who I want then I go hey +All these dick riders in here I don't have time for road rage +Walk up in the strip club buy who I want then I go hey +Bitches know I keep that 'cane on me they call me old head +Walk up in the strip club buy who I want then I go hey +I live in Miami but the bitches call me Snowflake +Hol' up wait a second, you know what I make a second, nigga +All my pockets pregnant, nigga, all yo' pockets naked +Got the sauce I got the method +And of course I gotta spread it on that presidential kush +I'm in here coughin' at election +Hol' up presidential rollie, Clinton, Obama, Reagan +It's all about a check, just in case you checkin' +Got a suitcase full of weapons just in case you trippin' +Niggas out here building cases well I like to plead guilty +Like yo' wifey knees filthy and she likes my seeds milky +I'm a king but can't deal me underpaid but overwhelming, wait +Lit, and my homies they some livewires, quick to do a drive by +Wherever you got Wi-Fi, lit, like a powerline +Get right in a line of fire +Cocaine on the table make her get down to the bottom line +Men lie, women lie, people live and lie +Some people cross the line knowing it's the finish line +Some even walk the line knowing it's the thinnest line +Puttin' they life on the line then they just forget they lines +Some people get in line, some try to skip the line +Me I'm in the lunch line, starving like it's dinner time +Before the begin of time, I been in a different time +She pay yo ass little mind, you pay that hoe rent on time +Damn, slime it's Carter 5 time, give me high five, my fire high +I'm waving bye bye, to the fireflies +I got guys on your guys guys, and your guys guys +R.I.P. to Soulja Slim, soldiers die tryin', damn +Purple heart, purple drank, better yet ultraviolet +Couple bitches one Tunechi I let 'em argue 'bout it, damn +I ran out coke last week and now it's time to re-up +All these keys in this Prius now this bitch a Kia +Pray for Cita, the kids and the work +Pray that none of my niggas get murked +Pray that enemy bitch ain't a nurse +Pray that one day I get reimbursed +Pray that one day I get reimbursed +Pray that one day I get what I'm worth +Niggas wanna taste victory first, gotta work to have it for dessert +Bust a nigga head in the mall, shoot a nigga head 'til it's off +Throw a nigga head to the dogs, can't we all just get along? +A hearts for wings to fly, I bought them dreams alive +I pulled my team aside to get they finger size +You shoulda seen they eyes, I got them rings to shine +You bet that we would die, the whole casino tried +Oh but when we arrived, the whole arena cried +I swallow my pride and drive you crazy yeah I drink and drive +Pile of coke on the table break it down and put it in single files +It's Weezy F. Baby and she know that F is for her freaky side +6 shit +Yeah yeah yeah yeah +Yeah yeah yeah yeah +Yeah yeah yeah yeah +That's some 6 shi' +[Skit: Lil Wayne] +Umm to help these multiple generations that look at me as the reason they started rapping or the reason why they rap and into music is ... uh ... it's unexplainable. There isn't a word for it. You can't describe the feeling. Um if there, you know what I mean, there's words that's probably close to it, and when I say close I mean light years away from it, words like amazing, awesome, that's probably the closest, and like I said, that's light years away from the feeling, you know what I mean. I can't explain it, it's crazy just to turn on the television, just to see my own children walk inside and be like, you know what I mean, singing something you know like what is you talking about right now, what are you singing, what are you listening to on that iPad, what are you watching? And they be like "such and such" and I be like, you know, what is that, and they be like, you know what I mean, "he loves you Daddy, he loves you Daddy, he always shouting you out Daddy, he always..." and that's when they put me on, you know what I mean. I just sounded so old just now told you how my kids be, man Drama if you keep that shit, dawg you bad, that should let you know that you're older than me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sights and Silencers[Intro: The-Dream] +Ear Drummers +Think that's it, ayy +I think that's it +You see the light +Mike Will Made-It +You see the light +Yeah +That's it + +[Chorus: The-Dream] +Beautiful soul +I'm surprised there's a body that could hold you +Lotus +I'm tryna talk her down, I need to focus +I'm flawless +You knew it in your heart, you are controlless +Just focus +On me + +[Post-Chorus: The-Dream] +This love is dangerous +It should be locked away +Sights and silencers +You are the end of days +This kind of love is gon' tear up the world +This kind of love is gon' tear up the world +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Beautiful lover (Yeah) +I'm surprised there's a God that can judge you, yeah (I'm surprised there's a God that can judge, yeah) +Pink lotus (Yeah) +I've been tryna pluck you better than the roses, yeah (Than the roses, yeah) +Girl, I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded) +You know it in your heart, we are explosive (We are explosive) +She said, "Baby, just unload it" (Yeah) +On me, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & The-Dream] +This love is dangerous (This love is dangerous), yeah, yeah, yeah +It should be locked away (It should be locked away, should be locked away, should be locked away), yeah, yeah +Sights and silencers (Sights and silencers), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +You are the end of days +And this kind of love is gon' tear up the world, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, tear up the world, oh) +Tear up the world (Oh), yeah, this kind of love (Oh, oh) +Tear up the world + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, this kind of love is gon' tear up the world (Oh) +Tear up the world +This kind of love3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grown Man[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +What's up, baby? +I ain't tryna do nothing but get my grown man on +I ain't tryna hurt you +Only if you want me to +Haha +Yeah, something like that + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, what's happenin', baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans +Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team +Hop in this machine, vanish from the scene +Goddamnit, I'm so mannish, handle it like a standard +So put your panties and your pants by the trash can +Romance on the floor plans, yeah +We hold hands while we rollin' +Just tryna keep up with the program +Just tryna sneak up on ya like, "How you doin', ma'am?" +I'm a old soul and a young man, we got to it and +We didn't stop 'til the birds hit the block +And she ain't never had it like that, haha + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Curren$y] +Girl, you are so fine +I wish that I could get you over here, girl +Tonight, so I +Could get my grown man on with you +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +[Verse 2: Curren$y] +Now I don't really hit the club, but tonight I'll make an exception +For some reason, I can't seem to keep my eyes out your direction +I'm lookin' at you so hard, I could probably catch a charge +Feelin' the way you walk, when you move, your booty applauds +Damn, I gotta keep my composure +Gotta attack my mission, handle business like a soldier +Young man, Young Money, but the money long +Curren$y the Hot Spitta so grown (So grown) +And your perception of me is so wrong +Don't worry 'bout what you heard 'bout me and them other birds +Might have done a little dirt and left a few of 'em hurt +But whatever has occurred, they all got what they deserved, huh +And you don't rock like them, I can see it in your eyes +If you ain't good for me, then you wearin' a disguise +'Cause tonight, you lookin' like Miss Right +And I swore to be a player for life, but I'll change for you + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Curren$y] +Girl, you are so fine +I wish that I could get you over here, girl +Tonight, so I +Could get my grown man on with you +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, you ain't a woman, you a baby girl living in a ladies' world +And I'm a grown man, the women understand +See, what I go through is what I owe you +So you should throw that ass back to me right now, yeah +Fly boy, baby, sit back, relax, and +Cruise with a nigga, destination satisfaction +Now whose is it, baby? She say, "Weezy Fuckin' Baby" +I say, "Yes in-fuckin'-deed," she say, "Don't you ever leave" +I say, I say, "But I got money on my mind" +Then I tell her never mind and we do it one more time, yeah +For a large amount of time +Long and won't stop 'til daytime come home, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Curren$y] +Girl, you are so fine +I wish that I could get you over here, girl +Tonight, so I +Could get my grown man on with you +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man +You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Damn, look, haha +That, oh, that right there? +That's the sunset, girl +Get your visor +Where's those Chanel shades I get you? +You always losin' things +And I'm always buyin' new things, haha +I come a long way, huh? Remember, remember that block? +Look at you, you think you all grown, haha +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +You ain't a woman, you a baby girl living in a ladies' world +And I'm a grown man, the women understand +See, what I go through is what I owe you +And you should throw that ass back to me right now2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fly Out[Intro] +We here +I said we here +The back of Tha Carter, yeah +The back of Tha Carter +Two, uh +Yeah +This here is +The end of Tha Carter Two, people +Hey, yeah + +[Verse] +I got the game on ball and chain +I threw the key in the drain, I'm like a key in a drought +I spent a G on these frames, but my vision is priceless +Seeing through you niggas like a fuckin' psychic +Hearing through the grapevine, niggas wanna hate mine +Say my name and die in the daytime +You catch my drift, man, you better be Peyton +Boy, the heat's on, they makin' peace bonds +I'm in this bitch throwin' up the "17th" sign +Straight frowns, no daps, strapped three times +That Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta +Ready for whatever, tell them pussy niggas, "Come together" +Heavy better, nigga, super-soaker wet a nigga +Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a petal, nigga +I'm just a little nigga tryin' to be a civil nigga +Thirty years old, shit, that'll be a given, nigga +Quit it, Wayne, your Mom is listenin' +But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the pots is pissed in +Them niggas trippin' until the shots whistlin' +Hear them bullets hissin' like a cobra at attention +I got a bitch and quit callin' women bitches +As long as she don't worry 'bout the coke in the kitchen +No preventin' the grind, I gotta get it +I'm admitted to the game, true player, no quittin' +There you go shittin' on the way a nigga thinkin' +Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin +And since the future ain't promised to no one +I live every day like this is the sure one +Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean +Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come +And it feels so fuckin' good +Throw my dope like a rope, let 'em tug and pull +No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches +Running 'cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune +Come and get it, automatics in motion +We bangin' for the bread, nigga, even the molded +I got my loaf, I got my toast +Chaperone of the South, I got my coast +Yeah, and until I die +I'm the, the-the, the-the, the Best Rapper Alive17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Off Off Off[Intro] +Light the torch +It's lit, we lit +Ain't that what the young kids say these days? +(Lebron) + +[Verse] +The Kia got State Farm insurance +That three point from J.R's the purest +We got that play hard endurance +We here to stay, y'all the tourists +The king on his throne, now it's on +Kyrie just destroying the zone +The isolation, double team +He driving and dish it, all his dishes be clean +Tatted up like J.R Smith +What was that sound? That was swish +Shoutout to Shumpert and Trist +They got the rebounds and defense +Stop all that crying about Delly game +You know Lebron want hella rings +You know lil Kev got hella range +I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids +Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way +It's lead by Lebron and he's sunk like an earthquake +As soon as he dunking we all feel the world shake +Like arrivederci, all hail the king +The city on his shoulder like barbell on strings +But ain't no place like home +That rope ain't too long and they gon' pull it off +The king want his crown back, he never took it off +Tunechi +[Outro] +I know I'm being cavalier +Yeah, I know I'm being cavalier +But you know what you could do? +Pass me that freaking ball +Watch me go off, off, off +Watch me go off, off, off +Pass me the ball, watch me go off +Pass me the ball, watch me go off +Pass me the ball, watch me go off +Watch me go off, pass me the, off, off, off +Now can you dab for the Cav? +The left, dab for the Cav +To the right dab for the Cav +Watch me go off +Watch me go off, off, off +(Lebron James) +Pass me the freaking ball +Watch me go off, off, off +Watch me go off +Watch me go off +Mula babe +(Lebron James) +Pass me the ball, watch me go off +Pass me the ball, watch me go off +Pass me the ball, watch me go off +Watch me go off, watch me go off, off, off +Now can you dab for the Cav? +How many of you dab for the Cav? +Turn up that dab for the Cav (to the left) +To the right, dab for the Cav +Pass me the ball, watch me go off, off, off +Pass me the ball, watch me go off +Watch me go off, watch me go off, off, off +Mula baby +Shoutout my little brother J.R, yeah +Channing Frye, shoutout Mo Will +Mozgov I see you +T. Lue, I got a funny story man when I see you +Remind me to tell you +I'm gone, Mula baby +Ben B's on the beat11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Inkredible[Verse 1: Thugga] +I pop some Percocets +Then I pop some Xanax +Sitting back strapped, cocked +Plotting on your man next +Jack a nigga for his work +Then stretch it like some Spandex +He hesitate, I spray and leave him +Like a Tampex - oops, I meant a Tampax +Bitch, I keep that anthrax +I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs +Shoot off your Sedan Lac +Nigga, I demand stacks +I ain't playing black +Bitch, I be spraying Macks +All type of guns with accessories +I'm like Cosby for the bills +I need mills like Stephanie +Pussy niggas can't stand next to me +I've got dope and ecstasy +Keep em floating like both of the levees breached +Eighties baby but my soul from the seventies +Worldwide game like a traveled the seven seas +Niggas ain't OG, scary lil bitch, please +Put your pussy in the pan, Friskies +[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy] +I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet +Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can't say shit +I'm just here to separate +The real from the fake shit +I told you, I was coming in +I'm sorry for the wait +I gotta get this money man +It's right here in my face +I got the Devil on my back +I don't wanna be up in that place +My grandmom tell me to be safe +I just keep running in these streets +I can't stop fucking with these hoes +When I say I'm just doing me +Bitch, I'm a Ninth Ward nigga +Mason street, D & G +That Florida right by the D +Need to free my nigga B +I ain't the type of person to be +Running from no beef, those fucking guns +Are gonna be bursting, knock somebody +Off their feet +So watch your fucking mouth +Before you end up on that floor and stop +Acting like you're hard cause +You know you've been a ho +I told you out the gate I'm not the fake +I gotta say, please excuse +Almost forgot man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way +[Verse 3: Flow] +Money over bitches, bitch I'm coming for the check +Vampire living, bitch I'm coming for your neck +Raw, I'm sharp, my swagger like an X +I'm a motherfucking monster, I rap like I'm possessed +Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper +The game is a bitch, hold that down and rape her +Yes I am a Blood but I be riding with my skaters +We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator +I'm an Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woop'n +They went brazy when they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi +Bitch, get some ice and pour my Sprite +And light my bong and my doobies +Fuck your producer, I'm the one who be +Producing my music +I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot +Cock the semi +Drop you like an Otterbox +They sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket +Kill a nigga, have him thinking that he planking + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on +Them goons at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong +Didn't I change the game and put my motherfucking team on +Now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone +Fuck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes +We hold court with them heaters, pop case open/closed +Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole +And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos +I get loaded til I motherfucking overload +Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes +Ask them bitches, I told em hoes +They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale, Calogero +Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket +Pull them hammers out and run them nigga's like stockings +Got some niggas from my city +Thugga, Dizzy, Flow +Sorry for the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In This House[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] +Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes +We act like this a studio, this really just a trap +Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl +Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap +A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (Racks) +20k for a coat that I ain't even wore +This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store +She think she trickin' me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole (The money) +Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top) +Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask) +Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks +And all my shooters shootin; .223's 'bout me, Wop + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Nigga with a AK-47 +Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven +Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty +But all the ho shit still so smelly +Belch wrong, get your throat slashed +Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? +Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag +Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga + +[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne] +(Whores in this house, there's some whores in this house) +(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house) +Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Nigga with a AK-47 +Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven +Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty +But all the ho shit still so smelly +Belch wrong, get your throat slashed +Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? +Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag +Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga + +[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne] +Boy, you been a ho +I remember, ho +You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe +Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door +He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Boy you been a ho since Arsenio +Fuck your bitch, put her in the figure four +Scope on the gun, better visual +Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe +I don't give a fuck, never gave fucks +'Cause I always knew that a better day come +Haven't been asleep, seven day run +Never knew how a Chevrolet run +Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre +I am the new NWA +Nigga with a AK-47 +Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven +Take lives like students took lessons +Jail time, felt like it took seconds +I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller +All these ho niggas must be Hochella +[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne] +(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house) +(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house) +Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven +You a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Nigga with a AK-47 +Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven +Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty +But all the ho shit still so smelly +Nigga with a AK-47 +Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven +Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty +But all the ho shit still so smelly +Belch wrong, get your throat slashed +Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? +Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag +Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +No bullshit, my nigga +I'm pushin' my triggers +They lookin' for niggas in bushes, my nigga +In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers +The skies was gray and the bullets was silver +Young Money on front of my hoodie, my nigga +You front on your money, you couldn’t, my nigga +We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner +The lesbians say you a pussy-ass nigga, ol' ho-ass nigga +I put some pressure on your ho +Make her tell me what she know +Stop confessin' to that ho +Stop confidin' in that ho +Stop providin' for that ho +You gon' die for that ho +Suicide for that ho +[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne] +Boy, you been a ho +I remember, ho +You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe +Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door +He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Nigga with a AK-47 +Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven +Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty +But all the ho shit still so smelly +Belch wrong, get your throat slashed +Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? +Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag +Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Frank Ski] +Boy, you been a ho +I remember, ho +You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe +Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door +He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes +(There's some whores in this house)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lamar[Chorus 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, I spit that R.O.C., nothing but crack, bitch +Get my cleats 'cause I'm running this rap shit +Y'all know me, this ain't nothing but practice +I'm running the streets and I'm running this rap shit +I got bars, OD, I been running this rap shit +I run this bitch like I'm Lamar Jackson, uh + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Takeover, the breaks over +Hit yo' brakes 'cause the race over, I'm the case closer +Bust yo' whole fucking face open, that's a makeover +Lean make every soda grape soda, purple taste golden +Make me have my skaters skate over to your place soldier +You a play soldier, you a snakе, you a fake cobra +You ain't safe, have thе safe open, I need payola +On yo' knees, nigga where the keys? I'm like Beethoven +It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, a pen to a test +I bring the night to his sunlight and zen to her stress +I bring the gun to a fist fight, the dick to her breast +She want the cum on her tongue like it's mint to her breath +This is grown man BI, R.I.P B.I +Nigga, you might be a CI, talkin' to the FBI +Big beast to the east-side, now she's on my G5 +Fuck on her to some C5, cut on Funeral and she die +Your reach ain't long enough, yo' peeps ain't strong enough +Yo' beach ain't warm enough +You ain't been in the throne +'Cause the seat ain't warm enough +And nigga, I'm the only one +I got the crown on, I'm the goat and you the pony, son +Don't let me do it to him Dunie 'cause I overdo it +The choppa was too big for me, had to grow into it +His stylist split his wig for me if I told her do it +We hit his crib and broke into it, if it's smoke, we blew it +We don't believe you, you need more people +Ain't shit sweet, boy, you need more Equal +You ain't runnin' shit boy feed your Ezekiel +All my niggas rich boy, clean no illegal +Don't let em gas you, like Tunechi reading Thrasher +He won't thrash you 'cause I'll be glad to split your apple, I had to +Stab you, chop you up in the bathroom so casual +Then drop you off in front of a chapel with candles +Detach you, body from soul +Anita Baker body and soul, come out of my soul +I made a way to the rockiest roads and highway patrol +Full speed ahead clean the bread from the sloppiest joes +I got it in the hot and the cold, the mud in the rain +I stomach the pain, got more bloods than the blood in my veins +I'm huntin' the game, you guys ain't fuckin with Wayne +Ask your vibe 'cause she fuckin' Lil Wayne, yeah +[Chorus 2: Lil Wayne] +Nigga, y'all know me, this ain't nothin' but practice +OG, I been sonnin' these bastards +Double R, no key, got a button for that shit +And if y'all don't see, then I'm comin' with graphics +Nigga, war no peace, and I'm comin' with caskets +Screamin' RIP to everyone in this rap shit +Nigga, y'all so sweet and I'm nothing but nasty +And I'm runnin' this rap shit, nigga, Lamar Jackson, No Ceilings + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +This is No Ceilings 3 +That's right, Lil Wayne +And be ready for I Am Not A Human Being 3 +The album coming 2021 +Another one2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dedication 3[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] +And this is just a mixtape +Damn, haha +Well, it's a little more than that +It's more like a message +More like a change for the better +And this is just a mixtape +Damn +It's more of a dedication +D3! +And this is just a mixtape +Damn +This what y'all was waiting for? +DJ Drama! + +[Hook: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] +And I'ma keep fucking this world +'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (Ill!) +Don't worry if me got a gun +You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) +And all these niggas is killers +And all these killers with me, yeah +But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (Ohh!) +'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em) +'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em) +So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em) (Gangsta!) +So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!) +And I'ma keep fucking this world +'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah +Don't worry if me got a gun +You should have a gun for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) +And all these niggas is killers +And all these killers with me, yah (Gangsta!) +But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +Young veteran, soon to be OG +Plus, I spit like a crackhead with no teeth +I hear you little niggas barking, want more beef +You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace +And when it comes to money, my shit is obese +Like Della Reese; I need celery +More money—what the fuck these niggas telling me? +I'm Young Lucifer, take 'em all to Hell with me, yeah +Drop 'em off in a firestorm +YM riot squad, get our riot on +If he testify like Common, see the firebomb +If you know what's best, motherfucker, get your quiet on +These niggas starving out here, getting they diet on +While I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my Styrofoam +One-man game, nigga, I'ma die alone +For now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on + +[Verse 2: Willie the Kid] +Willie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring +No bull, I push Pro-V's like Pantene +Blow like a trombone, funny niggas—tambourine +Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine gators +They naysayers, mascara wearers +And my niggas on paper, getting paper like ballplayers +No blood, no foul; yeah, my heart cold as Moscow +We nap your kin like a hot towel (Gangsta!) +All my hoes hostile; not me; never tell me, "Not now" +Rap niggas, forty-cal' to your brow (Ugh, ugh) +Roof-remover: we leave your brain with more air +Maneuver: I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) +Seduce her; yeah, you rappers should be tired of lying +But I know it's hard like a tire iron +But yet, it's complex, like it's Mayan science +Or Aztec math +I'm crazy as a mesc' tab; I feed niggas like a mess hall +And yes, y'all, it's Willie—how I address y'all +Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this +You crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +And I'ma keep fucking this world +'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) +Don't worry if me got a gun +You should have a gun for me, yah +And all these niggas is killers (Killers with you) +And all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta!) +But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta!) +'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em +Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em +And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em +I'ma kill 'em + +[Verse 3: Mack Maine] +They say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm +Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull +While I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl +Put me on the ocean floor with a mermaid with no drawers +They got bats up in the cave, upside-down +Blood rushing to they head, they reacting off sound +As I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown +Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown +Reciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus +Old-ass rappers complaining what the business is +'Bout the state of hip, sounding like some bitches +Hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous +The new school, nigga +What you need to do is become a resident under conditions +Get your ass up off your ass, and get your ass up on a mission +Become some competition, like Federer and Nadal +Young Money, nigga, we ball, like Kobe or Chris Paul +Forgiving a wack cracker, still sipping Cristal +Waving the lifeline, since life's a bitch, y'all +Raising up the skirts of Jezebels for no cash +Like, "Bitch, gimme that ass" +Or pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Jag'" +No, pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Lam'" +They study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam +If I hit you in your back, you'll need a spinal exam +I'm something like a rhino or ram: animal, beast +Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast +YM militia, you niggas better retreat +Or be like this beat: R.I.P., deceased +[Post-Hook: Lil Wayne] +'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em +Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em +And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em +I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area +The ball carrier gon' get popped +If I'm coming around the block, the in-swing drive gets stopped +He gon' drop like a flop +On the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches +'Cause I got game; that's why you pay my bitches, yeah +Same hustle, new money +I'm just hip-hopping like two bunnies (Gangsta!) +Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi +That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah +Ha, no homo +Rappers get ate like four and four +They say I fucked so-and-so +And I be like "So, so and so" +Nikes on they neck, they like, "Let me breathe" +"I'm sorry, but I can't—this is how we feed" (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) +This is why we hot, this is how we freeze +Too fast to follow, this is why we lead +And the money in the pocket isn't why we G's, see +This is how we shoot, and this is how we leave (Gangsta!) +You know we tote steel, this is how we ease +You can get the steel if you try these thieves +Now, pass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees +And them haters say we couldn't; this is why we be's +This shit like pudding, putting it down +Like gravity's pulling, putting it down +Like gravity's pulling, putting it down +Like gravity's pulling me to the ground (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] +Young +Young, Young +Dedication 3 +Young +Y'all ready?! +Young Mula, crazy—5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She Will (Original)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I tell her "now gon' pop that pussy for a real nigga" +I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her +Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less +I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet +Devil on my shoulder, the Lord is my witness +So on my Libra scale, I'm weighing sins and forgiveness +What goes around comes around like a hoola hoop +Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful +Life on the edge, I'm dangling my feet +I tried to pay attention but attention paid me +Haters can't see me: nose-bleed seats +And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap +I rock to the beat of my drum set +I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet +But I'm, Ray Charles to the bullshit +Now jump up on that dick and do a full split! + +[Chorus: Drake] +She just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back, told me baby it's real +And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it, I could tell how it feel +I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby you know the deal +Cause she bad, so maybe she won't but shit, then again, maybe she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will +Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I tell her "go on! Pop that pussy for me" +Haters can't see me but bitches still looking for me +And you could take it to the bank and deposit that +Put your two cents in and get a dollar back +Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack +I'm all about "I" give the rest of the vowels back +I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine +Eat her til she cry, call that "wine and dine" +Try to check me and I'mma have em checkin pulses +They say "choose wisely" that's why I was chosen +Rocking like the asphalt, it's the cash's fault +Looked in the face of death and took it's mask off +Now I like my house big and my grass soft +I like my girl's face South and her ass North +But I'm Ray Charles to that bullshit +Now hop up on that dick and do a full split! + +[Chorus: Drake] +She just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back, told me baby it's real +And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it, I could tell how it feel +I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby you know the deal +Cause she bad, so maybe she won't but shit, then again, maybe she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will +Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will +[Verse 3: Rick Ross] +Pandemonium, she cause that +Toss it up, and I stuff 'em where her draws at +That's on everything like feets that's on my floor mats +Red bottoms, spikes on 'em, that's dos stacks +Speakin' Spanish while she tannin', body no fat +Shawty body body got me on my 4th stack +Pink champagne, order Moët +Rollin' airplanes, where I land at? +I levitate over numbers you niggas never make +The Columbians callin', I tell 'em "perate" +Every summer I celebrate with a new estate +Let's get the fuck out this club, call it the great escape +She wrap her lips 'round a nigga, just like a chinchilla +Crap table Bellagio, I'm a big tipper +My life a stage I need her just to stand on it +Every time she look back, I toss a band on it + +[Chorus: Drake] +She just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back, told me baby it's real +And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it, I could tell how it feel +I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby you know the deal +Cause she bad, so maybe she won't but shit, then again, maybe she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will +Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m A Beast[Verse 1] +Yeah, rapping is my hobby, my house has a lobby +My bitches act snobby, because I feed them thousands +I know that didn't rhyme but I'm only being honest +You can't pay me in cash now I'm only seeing commas +I swear I got on Saks Fifth boxers right now +I'm tryna milk the game as if the game was a cow +I had an Eddie Bauer Expedition seven years ago +My grandma used to tell me that she swear I been here before +I used to wear braids like Jason's Lyric, whoa +Spent a bundle on the cross because I'm spiritual +And I can never pass a physical, I stay high +High as the voice of Akon +And make mine a straight with no chase +Hold the ice, I got enough on anyway +And when they see the boy, they hyperventilate +I got 'em running after me like I'm about to win a race + +[Hook] +Cause I'm a beast, I'm a dog +Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog +Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog (Yessir) +I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that + +[Verse 2] +Look, never entertain the suckers with the hating bid'ness +(Nah, we never did that) I'm on a yacht playing table tennis +Expensive linin, women sinning +Adultery, compulsively +I'm an arsonist on the beat, blaze fire +The door close to the booth, I feel like a caged lion +Yeah let me loose, now let me get 'em +Cause I ain't going back and fourth like badminton +No, I will never drop the ball like bad mitten +And I ain't being conceited, I'm just admitting +I flow cocky, got hand rhythm +I got this bitch on lock like San Quentin +I'm tough daddy, what's popping gangster? +I'm tryna keep my pockets fat like opera singers +So sharp, if you touch me, I'll chop your fingers +I'm on top of the game like helicopter angles +I see you niggas, I hope you having fun +I hope you have a gun, heh, this shit is crazy +It's little Baby, I'm here to take it +And it's looking vacant +[Hook] +Cause I'm a beast, I'm a dog +Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog +Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog +I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that +I'm a beast, I'm a dog +Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog +Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog +I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that + +[Verse 3] +Okay, now I'ma go off on 'em, at first I was going soft on 'em +But now it's time to go hard, busting, banging Bogard +Take a shit in yo' yard, take a piss on yo' broad +Make a list of yo' boys, and go and murder them all, huh +Life is short, yeah a midget told me that +And I always thought I was fly like I had a pigeon on my back +But I got decisions on my back, vision on my back +So don't you try to run up on me, I got precision with that gat +I don't rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, all I got to do is tat +Bet I hit my target, like a fucking dart mat +My address is Cloud 9, seek and you shall find +Weezy on the grind, I'm 'bout my Frankenstein +You know me, yeah, from my Lincolns to my Franklins +See I make that money stretch and connect like an anklet +Keep the bitches running in and out my house like a banquet +And I don't even speak their language, haha +And if the bitch boyfriend get angry +Then my niggas turn around and tell his whole clique +"Fuck that nigga! Pussy ass nigga! +Fuck that nigga!" Yeah +[Hook] +Cause I'm a beast, I'm a dog +Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog +Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog +I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that +I'm a beast, I'm a dog +Bitch I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog +Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog +I'm a beast, ho I'm a dog, you know that2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m a Dboy[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +Okay, I'm strapped +Get 'em +Black hat (Yeah), black shades (Yeah) +Black diamonds (Yeah), oh, behave (Haha) +No, he can't with the bucket seats back +Got the paint job dope and the fuckin' seats crack + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy +Ho, I'm a dopeboy +I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys +I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block +I got the money and the power +I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy +Ho, I'm a dopeboy +I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys +I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block +I got the money and the power, I'm gone + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Thinking of a master plan +I get money, but I'm thinking of a faster plan +I'm tryna cash it in +I got five in that garbage can +And the wrap Saran, I need cash advance +See, I know three sold, the other two a jam +I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can +Hot-ass fuckin' sedan +Windows rolled down, no sound +Them bricks got the speakers drowned +I ain't listenin' for shit but sirens +I ain't tryna get to my ship sunk, fuck you pirates +I'll touch you cowards, it ain't nothing to a boss +The niggas in the hood tryna floss and ya head got a cost, nigga +Take a loss, nigga, SS 55 all-black with the top chopped off that +Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at +I ain't tryna prove nothin', I'm just tryna move somethin' +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy +Ho, I'm a dopeboy +I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys +I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block +I got the money and the power +I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy +Ho, I'm a dopeboy +I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys +I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block +I got the money and the power, I'm gone + +[Verse 2: Birdman] +See, we cooking up a thousand grams (Thousand grams) +I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans (With the pots and pans) +Triple color with the platinum jams (The platinum jams) +Fifty birds, homeboy, in the back of a van (Bitch) +A hundred grand in rubber bands (In rubber bands) +We got them birds in the coffee cans (In the coffee can) +We got the whips with the extra clips (Yeah, nigga) +Got bitches outta state, nigga, flippin' them bricks (Flippin' them bricks) +Been in the Caddy, been in the alley (Uh-huh) +Nigga been on the block (Yeah), right in front Miss Gladys (Right in front Miss Gladys) +Nigga know about hustlin' ('Bout hustlin'), know about stuntin' ('Bout stuntin') +Did the curb-serving (Yeah), shined every summer (Bitch) +Been on front, been in the back (Yeah, nigga) +Nigga roll with duct tape and ride with the MAC (Pow, bitch) +We see these haters like, "Fuck them niggas" (Like, "Fuck them niggas") +We made-men millionaire, hustlin' our nature +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy +Ho, I'm a dopeboy +I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys +I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block +I got the money and the power +I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy +Ho, I'm a dopeboy +I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys +I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block +I got the money and the power, I'm gone + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +8 a.m., open my eyes +Yeah, kick my bitch, tell her open the blinds +And I'm over the stove at 9 +Yeah, I'm cookin' breakfast for the block, then I let her cook mine, yeah +Quick line in the bathroom 'fore we bounce +Not me, I mean her, she go a day an ounce, damn +Y'all pray for her +While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for ya +I'm gettin' dough, I'm a paperboy +I will take you for the right paper, boy +I will take her, shake her, tape her waist up +Send her to the money, she be back before I wake up, hah +Get your cake up, y'all niggas lame ducks +You probably get your game up when I'm givin' the game up +My name Wayne, what? Hot Boy, flame up +You niggas tryna change up and I'm gettin' my change up +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy +Ho, I'm a dopeboy +I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys +I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block +I got the money and the power +I'm a D-boy, bitch, I'm a D-boy +Ho, I'm a dopeboy +I got the scope in the Rove' for the jackboys +I got money in my pocket, I got money on my block +I got the money and the power, I'm goneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Poppin[Intro: Lil Wayne] +(808 Mafia) +Face ass +No Ceilings, hah! +No Ceilings +Yeah, no +(Got 'em) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga +I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga +And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga +Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga, woah +If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga +If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga +If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga +Yeah you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga, woah + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +She tryna put this money in her stocking +She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers, woah +My niggas really Blood, and you just spotting whoa +We all over the bread like a Sloppy Joe +And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off +My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art +Man I swear to God, these pussies soft like a moth +Weezy baby, diaper off, different cloth, different thoughts +Sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short +Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his car +I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas +Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' bout McDonald's, woah +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I'm standin' at a table full of choppas +I'm standin' in the Maybach cause it's topless +I'm standin' at a table full of options +Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings +And we ain't got no traitors in our posse +And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy +And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome +My whole squad lit, nigga, arson +If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly nigga +If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party nigga +Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley nigga +I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga +And me, I'm a lil 504 New Orleans nigga +I be in 305 though like a Marlin, nigga +And Hoody, he from Texas, bitches boppin', mane +And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank, whoa! + +[Verse 2: Curren$y] +When we leave H-Town, it's in a fish tank +Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything +Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings +Give it up to real niggas and expose lames +Cold game, got me in the Mulsanne +Killin' these streets, audio drug slang +If you don't collect Ferraris, you ain't poppin', nigga +You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches +If it ain't OG, I ain't coppin' +Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage +Them niggas ain't tough, they just talkin' +Outchea after dark, them niggas targets +Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters +Trill surround us, you might not make it out 'em +Phone calls in the morning, say they found him +Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it +Rolled up on the front porch at my grandma's house +Watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door +What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war? +I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga +Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down +Our town, children be firin' live rounds +Hug the ground 'cause the shit gettin' serious +Fuck around, get killed unintentional +While I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods +Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce +I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth +Digital moves, triple the loot +Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe" +I thought of Tune, called back, told him, "Give me two" +That's what I do +If you ain't got no Daytons, you ain't poppin', nigga +One time for my low-riders hoppin', nigga +[Outro: Curren$y] +Yeah, eah, eah +Nah, nah nah, nah +Yeah7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Back to Sleep[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Beep beep, beep beep, beep beeeeep + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, woke up to niggas sounding like me, damn +I smoked one and went my ass right back to sleep, okay +These rappers need some law and order, Ice T, god damn +They can't touch you Tunechi, Poison Ivy, man +I roll up, I'm smoking like some hot tea, yeah +I woke up and couldn't believe I got sleep, damn +You woke up and then you try to live the dream +But before you check yourself, check my history +I ain't never been a stormchaser, or just a fly on the wallpaper +I ain't never been a tailgater, always been a bail-maker +If it heaven sent right now, she gon' give a nigga hell later +If you don't get the shit right now +You gon' love to hate the smell later +I tell her hold up, your pictures don't entice me +She told me pull up, and then she heard a light screech, yeah +I woke up with a white bitch under white sheets +She got a black heart, telling white lies through her white teeth +Black eyes from always tryna fight sleep +Ran into your wifey, she say, "Tunechi, wife me" +Hello, I'm so spicy, I got her sweating like Keith +Though our time brief, she be on me like briefs +Ethika, Ethika, Ethika +Heffanie calling me Hefner +F-ing her all in her exiter +If he textin', I'm killing the messenger +All hail the death in America +Your ex be hatin' like eczema +That nigga fake as a wrestler +I poke him straight in his retina (Pssh) +Anyway baby, I'm feeling ya +Feel like I slipped and I fell in ya +But that nigga slipped and he fell for ya +Gotta be way more careful-er +These niggas no one to everyone +They play too much and never won +He got you a room at the Sheraton +I can get you your own area +Helluva, helluva, helluva +Girl the way you be taking this D from me +You act like you spelling something +Man this D put a spell on her +I'm deadly as my cellular +My diamonds sing like Mahalia +You gotta make a name for yourself +But these niggas fake as an alias +I don't see no comparison, no barbarians +I am not a human being, and you a humanitarian +I ain't trying to get booked again +Don't fuck with no librarians +Fell asleep in her wet pussy +I woke up in that aquarium, hold up +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Woke up to niggas lookin' like me, damn +Throw up and go my ass right back to sleep, ugh +You woke up connected to some IV's +Beep beep, beep beep, beep beeeeep (That's some sick shit) +(Bahh!) I'm a shooting star +But your bitch got me shooting porn, yeah +I've been trying too hard +Wow, wow, I'm a shooting star, yeah +Going too far, yeah +I've been trying too hard, yeah +To fuckin' hide these two horns, damn +6-6-6 + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +My friendship with Mack Maine is far, far, far, far, far, far more than a friendship. That's my fuckin' brother. I've known Mack since the hood, Hollygrove. He had the biggest house in the hood, it was right on the corner. I'm not sure if the whole house was theirs but it was huge, and he had a big ol' basketball court on his backyard and everybody used to play ba-, ball in his backyard. And umm, since he lived on the corner, like, you can always go and chill and play basketball on his backyard and then, like, always be right there on the corner in case some shit pop off. So yeah, me and Mack been down since the hood. He went to a good school, I didn't go to a too good school but then we ended up goin' to the same school, the school is actually called Mack Maine, know what I mean, and then, umm, he got known for fuckin' over niggas freestylin'. You know I mean, you know, Mack is cold at ribbin', I don't know if y'all call that roastin' or what all that shit y'all call it, but uh, he cold at that, period. He could tear your ass up, make you cry, make you wan' kill him. That type of shit. He one of them nigga, you know what it is? Still be laughing overtime and actually have you laughing but still mad, that's one of them niggas. So yes, when you know how to do that don't Lord don't let you know how to rhyme and he knew how to rhyme, so he used to kill niggas on that shit so that's how we really jammed up with the music shit. Shout out my nigga Mack2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fresh[Intro: Mannie Fresh & (Lil Wayne)] +No Ceilings 2 +No Ceilings Dos +No Ceilings Bisexual, that means two +Freaky! Here we go +(Tunechi) + +[Hook: Mannie Fresh] +Tunechi in the building +His house ain't got no ceiling +These hoes, they catchin' feelings +We 'bout to make a billion +Stop that bitch +Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune +Tune, Tune, Tune +Step up to the mic, nigga +Get that bitch right, nigga +Step up to the mic, nigga +Get that bitch right, nigga + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi +No Ceilings 2, No Ceilings 2 +Next to Lil Tunechi you are so minuscule +So pitiful +Dope in the spoon +'Bout to go grizzly bear, no Winnie Pooh +Tunechi +Gun under table +Hand on the Bible +My homies homicidal +You dead on arrival +I'm tatted up, I'm tribal +And I'm duckin' trial +I used to throw my money away, now I recycle +Shout out to the Vice Lords, and to Disciples +That's that gang talk, you need subtitles +We sendin' Scud missiles +Your bitch in love with us +We simply mud sippers +More cane than a cripple +Look I am nobody, 'cause nobody's perfect +Abracadabra, I make a ho out a virgin +I treat her like a servant +Thanks for your service +I'm cold like sherbet +Got it sewed up like a surgeon +It's me and Mannie Fresh back together, bitch we mergin' +The jokes on them and we smirkin' +Man fuck them niggas, they hurtin' +She deep throat like a serpent +I stole out too many purses +Got too many bitches flirtin' +It's No Ceilings 2, curtains +[Hook: Mannie Fresh & (Lil Wayne)] +Tunechi in the building +(I'm in the building) +His house ain't got no ceiling +(Ain't got no ceiling) +These hoes, they catchin' feelings +(They catchin' feelings) +We 'bout to make a billion +Stop that bitch +Tune, Tune, Tune, Tune +Tune, Tune, Tune +Step up to the mic, nigga +Get that bitch right, nigga +Step up to the mic, nigga +Get that bitch right, nigga + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Mula, baby!7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Can Take Your Girl[Hook 1: Lil Wayne] +Now shawty got a man, but I got a plan +Look, homie, I ain't trying to force your hand +But I'ma take your girl +I'ma take your girl + +[Hook 2: Drake] +And I can tell you, she wants me +She wants me, she wants me, she wants me +And yes I want her too +I'ma take your girl + +[Verse 1: Drake] +I swear to you every time I sees her, I seizure +Keep running through my mind, jog my memories; amnesia +Touch ya, tease ya, nervous? don't freeze up +She let me take control, I run a woman like a Visa +She always run back to me saying he's a +Dog off the leash, he got this other girl Alicia +She tell me she's in hell, I tell her take a breather +I'm nothing like your man, but I can't love you neither +It's wifey over bitches, but money's over her +Cause money's under nothing, my life is such a blur +It's not the way it has to go, it' just what I prefer +And any Young Money nigga I know would concur +Weezy talk to 'em! +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +And she wants me, she wants me yeah +And I want her too, yeah! I want her too + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'm talkin' 'bout shawty got something about her +Shawty got this thing about her +Shawty got that thing that make you wannna wrap a ring around her +Wanna rap and sing about her +So thats what I does, shit that's what it was +They rub my back in the tub it was me +Yeah, we all buddies +And shawty gots a husband, and everyone knows bout him +But, Fuck him + +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne] +And I can tell you, she wants me +She wants me, she wants me, she wants me +And yes I want her too +I'ma take your girl + +[Hook 1: Drake] +Shawty got a man, but I got a plan +Listen, homie, I ain't trying to force your hand +But I'ma take your girl +I'ma take your girl +[Bridge: Drake] +And her girls and they girls +Comin' with me yeah, talkin' one on three yeah +They ain't playin no D yeah +Thats cause they playin for me yeah + +[Verse 3: Kid-Kid] +Just as long as we know whats good on both ends +I'm loving ya like I'm ya man though we just friends +If ya shy come see me for ya comfortin' +I got a comfortable suite at the Comfort Inn +I tell her +I don't own a boat baby but I can float +And I don't own a plane but there's a mary jane and we can float +Your man ain't worrying about what's going on over here +You could get penalized the way you blowin' below the rear +Now this game like a analog I don't sweat cause it show how fake you are +She stressin', ya she testin' ya, she just tryin' to see what kinda level ya on +You don't make it bounce like a basketball, you ain't even get no ass at all +Now you sittin at the club trying to laugh it off, she done found her mid glam boy +You messin up, you messed up, wasn't easy to clean your Mess up +She found me and I blessed her, I applied to her pressure +She call me a professor, I went gave her her lecture +I bet she says I'm better, than her man was ever + +[Hook 1: Drake] +Shawty got a man, but I got a plan +Look, homie, I ain't trying to force your hand +But I'ma take your girl +I'ma take your girl +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne] (x2) +And I can tell you, she wants me +She wants me, she wants me, she wants me +And yes I want her too +I'ma take your girl6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Duck[Produced By Mike WILL Made-it] + +[Intro] +What’s happening? Come on man +What’s up with these niggas man? +Yeaahh +Nigga Millz with that New York shit man +One time for my nigga T in this bitch +Yeah, tired of these niggas me + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I can make her do tricks +Make the bitch do splits +Write your name on a bullet like a gift +I’m Saint Nick +Overdosing off the dough +Comatosing on the low +Keep my hands on some coke +Like Guns n’ Roses, rock n’ roll +The guns we tote is not for show +Welcome to the murder show +Welcome to the murder capital +That’s capital NO +That’s New Orleans +It’s you or me +If that’s so, you gotta go +You drop the gun +I drop the world +I drop some cash +You drop the soap +Rep that soowoo dada-do +I just got Bluetooth on my stove +You don’t wan try me like Dej Loaf +Yeah I know, I know, I know +My Spanish ho she love me so +She say “amor amor amor” +These lil boys don’t want no war +Them toy soldiers, G.I. Joe +Mystical +Here I go, here I go +Vehicle, Diablo +All black, white seats, piano +Yeah you're from Santiago +You don’t want no fiasco +We don’t do Donnie Brasco +And tell your crew I said let’s go +Tell your crew I said leggo +[Hook: Shanell] +Oh it’s way past midnight +Shadows in them streetlights +Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like +A bitch ain’t got a whole team right +Yeah ahh +He think that he gone take it from me +He said I should give it up cause he got money +Told him I don’t think that I can please ya +But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya + +[Verse 2: Jae Millz] +All of my niggas is real, all of my niggas is solid +All of my money is in rubber bands, I do not carry a wallet +All of my bitches stay ready, soon as I walk in she gon pop it +Everyday I be floating, forever on autopilot +If that nigga ain’t got my money though +Wrap him up like a mummy though +Regular wolves howl at the moon +My wolves come out when it’s sunny though +My niggas ain’t got no words with police +You tell the cops what they wanna know +This shit right here is my dummy flow +No Ibaka but I bring that thunder though +Your girl a jumpoff, I holler "Geronimo" +Slam in that pussy like dominos +That boy Millz he got beats and all kinds of flows +What you think Weezy signed me for? +Stayed down and I’m still down +True definition of loyal +My style timeless, my style vintage, Crown Royal +From birth to now, heart Big like L, Notorious, and Pun +I want what I deserve, and some +Yeah I’m ballin’ - And 1 +All my niggas outside with me +All my niggas down the ride with me +And every freak that that I ever meet +Gotta fuck my girl if she slide with me +That’s word +[Hook: Shanell] +Oh it’s way past midnight +Shadows in them streetlights +Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like +A bitch ain’t got a whole team right +Yeah ahh +He think that he gone take it from me +He said I should give it up cause he got money +Told him I don’t think that I can please ya +But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya + +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +We kick down the door, said it before +We did not come round to play games with you niggas +They say you nobody til somebody kills ya +Well I’m bout to make you a famous lil nigga +No game in this killer, murder he wrote +Can get life behind bars with these murderous quotes +The flow is like meth, it’s like crack, it’s like heroin +Yes I am spitting this dope +I am the future, I’m seeing right through you +I’m so New Orleans but I do not know voodoo +My piece will come face-to-face with you like Oovoo +Have niggas searching for you like it’s Google, I’m brutal +I’ve been slept on for a long time +Been patient for a minute, now I want mine +I hear a lot of niggas talking down +I’ma put my mothafuckin foot where the sun don’t shine +Can’t rhyme in a cypher like this +I’ve been rockin with the best +They don’t put me on the list +I’m an underground king +Underrated in the streets favorite +Every street corner gonna speak bout this +Rest in peace Pimp C +Still got the muddy cup full of Morgan Freeman +Yep, lean on me +Like Wu Tang, cash rules everything around me +You know I got the cream on me +Gun barrel smoking like hydro +Middle fingers up, fuck five-o +Still repping B's like a H-town nigga +When I’m finished in this bitch call Geico +You looking at a god man, I put that on the Bible +Killin’ everything fuck rivals +Hundred round drum on the stick +When I let the bitch off man it sound like pyro +[Hook: Shanell] +Oh it’s way past midnight +Shadows in them streetlights +Gotta trap for them niggas tryna act like +A bitch ain’t got a whole team right +Yeah ahh +He think that he gone take it from me +He said I should give it up cause he got money +Told him I don’t think that I can please ya +But I got a bunch of killas wanna meet ya10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Russian Roulette[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, Mula, uh + +[Chorus: Leah Marie & Lil Wayne] +I pray so hard for my enemies +I wish them well with no other intent (Amen) +Life is not promised, no guarantee +No guarantee, but you get what you get +It's like Russian roulette (Yeah) +It's like Russian roulette (Baow) +It's like Russian roulette (Yeah, baow) +No guarantees, but you get what you get + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah nigga, pistol to your ear nigga +Have my big homie kill your lil' nigga +We heard the bricks comin' on the boat +We at the dock, we at the pier nigga +You won't even spot or hear niggas +But when they get here nigga, we gon' pop up and appear nigga +On some DMX shit, we gon' be like, "We right here, nigga" +Even though we right here, we far away, we light years nigga +And my AK got diarrhea nigga +I'm promethazine, mixed with gasoline, mixed with antifreeze +And you just some light beer nigga +Sig Sauer spit a wig for ya, sip oil better than an oil rig, dig? +All your bust downs sparklin' like foil +And the coke got me sweatin', keep a towel on my shoulder +Like I used to coach the Georgetown Hoyas +I would walk down and draw down on you +Tell your woadies pray for you +And your shooters better be some fuckin' Golden State Warriors +I'm gettin' older, other day I told my soldiers +Spare nothin' except the strollers, but my heart used to be colder +Never sober so a nigga prolly higher when he sober +I be higher than the Solar System, get rich and control the system +I was servin' it like, Anna Kournikova +From a Nissan Pathfinder, now I have to find a chauffer +I got alphabet bitches, I do numbers, I do digits +I hear gunshots at my door, hold on, who is it? +[Chorus: Leah Marie & Conway the Machine] +I pray so hard for my enemies +I wish them well with no other intent +Life is not promised, no guarantee +No guarantee, but you get what you get +It's like Russian roulette +It's like Russian roulette +It's like Russian roulette (Hold on, right) +No guarantees, but you get what you get (Uh, look) + +[Verse 2: Conway the Machine] +You niggas do anything for fame and clout +What would you do for your freedom? Might give a statement out +I'm from a city nobody think they'd make it out +Got a key and a Glock, I took the paper route +Gave my people the block, straightened out +And I'll be back by mornin' +Whip the bricks until your back side's soarin' +I just bust the AP, that's a fact, mind's water for my bracelet +Dropped twenty like Jordan on a bad night, scorin' +'Gnac pourin', I just pulled up in a matte white foreign +Stick got a drum in the beam and the flashlight on it, yikes +Yeah, my shit's bad like Lauryn, I ran into her +On my last night tourin', I'm a mack, like, hol' up + +[Chorus: Leah Marie & Benny The Butcher] +I pray so hard for my enemies +I wish them well with no other intent +Life is not promised, no guarantee +No guarantee, but you get what you get +It's like Russian roulette +It's like Russian roulette +It's like Russian roulette (Butcher comin', nigga) +No guarantees, but you get what you get +[Verse 3: Benny The Butcher] +Bust it down 'til the scale break, did a buck thirty on the beltway +Caught a bomb, Travis Kelce, 'fore we touch down, it's a tailgate +Piece lookin' like a milkshake, had to back up, give myself space +Fake statements and my health straight +I can't give a fuck what no one else say +So deep, it's like a jailbreak when the coupe slide down MLK +That's a bulletproof CLK, fire lands on the shelf case +Turned felons into executives, made a half a mil' and it felt great +Y'all niggas just a lil' late, got a big house on a lil' lake +And we both know how the smoke go +Shots peel straight through a steel plate +Never throw stones when you know +You livin' in a glass house like you Bill Gates +Good on both coasts like I'm LJ, Bape store out in LA +Bougie nigga even when I'm dead +Cause I'ma die and get to hell late, ugh + +[Outro: Leah Marie] +I pray so hard for my enemies +I wish them well with no other intent +Life is not promised, no guarantee +No guarantees, but you get what you get3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +This What I Call Her(Talking) +Lil Wayne: Aye, Aye Fe I saw this girl the other day she gave me her number right you think I should call her +Fe: You betta nigga +Lil Wayne: I think I should call her +Fe: you betta nigga +Lil Wayne: You think I should call her +Fe: Betta nigga +Lil Wayne: I should call her +Fe: betta +Lil Wayne: When I call her I'mma be like aye or should I be like darling or should I call her beautiful somthin nice ya know that sweet shit or should I be like bitch like..how bout miss, miss, miss ok... + +[Verse 1] +Miss Butter pecan caramel southern bell +She hotter than a summer day in hell +I'm under her spell, she say her name is Chantel +She say she got a man, I can't tell +Because when we be rockin' +We get it poppin like a Amstel, like +Right up in the hotel, maybe the stairwell +She blows kisses to my handheld +She an angel her name should be An-gel ' I'm Blessed ' +I kill her wit the rich man smell +She got a wet manhole and ya mans fell whoa +I slipped in her inkwell +I saw jelly fishes seashells, no further details +I love the smell of a female +And you're one hell of a female I'm tellin' ya female +Get in the CL and let it be sweet sailin' and late night e-mailin' +Ooh she feel me, Ooh Fee Fee I think she feels me +[Verse 2] +Okay, I called her on a late night it was late right +I was on her ass like some brakelights +But I ain't stop for the redlights +We get it poppin' til the blue and red lights come knockin' +Neighbors keep trippin, we keep fuckin +Sex revolution, baby I'm comin +Down the hallway that lead to your stomach,mami +I'mma keep pumpin till you scream Young Money +And me and you're boyfriend is not the same +I goes down like the stock exchange, and the I bring it up +'Scuse me, I drink it up, I leave you soakin' wet from ya ankle up +Shucks, I'm too much, Fee I'm too much + +[Outro] +I'm too much +Baby girl you could call me a slut +Yea, you could call me a slut baby +I be yo slut baby +Yea, I'm too much +Young Money mother fucker +We about to rule the world +Well if not, we about to rule the girls +Alright2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cash Money MillionairesI keep pimpin +I keep pimpin +I keep I, I keep pimpin +I, I, I keep pimpin + +[Verse 1] +I got a bitch in the back, got a ho in the front +One cookin the crack, one rollin da blunt +You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad +If you lookin' fa that holla at cha boy +I'm a m-m-mack mack a p-p-pimp +I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp +I pull up clean I get out limp +I walk like (?) +I talk like bi, bitch get chere +Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer +And they love the way I come out wit the gear +This jacket these shoes don't come out this year +So if you love ya girl don't let her come out this year +If you leave her out there then she comin out here +And that ain't fair but I don't care +I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire Yeah! + +[Hook x2] +Who you think you fuckin wit (Bitch!) +Who you think you fuckin wit +Who you think you fuckin wit +Who you think you fuckin wit +Who you think you fuckin wit I'm serious bout this pimpin shit +[I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire...] +[Verse 2] +I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I +Give it to my ho she gon bring back mo' +Not a.. minute go she ain't gettin that loot +And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin at you +I like em sexy high yellow if you fit in that shoe +Ooh boo you can come and get in that coupe +Take a hit of that fruit, get high with Wayne +Fly with Birdman Jr., wave hi to planes +Say bye to lanes don't buy they game +If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass +If you play wit my money I'm a lynch ya ass +I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch Oh! +Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich +If gettin moneys a crime then I'm guilty bitch +And that ain't fair but I don't care +I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionare Yeah! + +[Hook 2x] + +[Verse 3] +I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck +Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus +Got ladies fa days, got women fa months +Leave ya girl at home I made 21 +Got that thing on chrome blade 21 +Got them thangs inside make me empty one +Pull it ova to the side by a pretty one, like +Whats good mami come make a cloud yo pillow, come fly wit me +My diamonds sing, my weed is rap +Call me Weezy Da King or call me Weezy Da Crack +If pimpin is dead then I'm bringin it back +Matter fact it neva died so I take that back +If ya shoes too small shawty take that back +Cause you gon walk all day till you make that back +And that ain't fair but I don't care +I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire Yeah! +(hook) 2x + +Who you think you fuckin wit....(repeats) + +Whats really good moma. Its ya boy W.a.e.z.y.F. Baby +So high in the sky I'm so fly watch out fa the power lines ya know! +Get wit me...One +Pimp Daddy! + +I'm a motherfuckin Cash Money Millionaire, naire, naire... (repeats 4x)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Staring at the World[Intro] +Weed and syrup, yeah +Who we is? Young Mooolah, baby! +Got that right shorty +Bigg D on the track! + +[Hook] +I'm just, staring at the world +From a Cadillac window, baby +Hoping this girl in my passenger don't act funny with me +Get her to my home, we get naked like some new born babies +I'm ready to perform and she's gon' be my audience +And she said "Bravo" +And I said "I know" +And she said "Encore" +Girl, I'm really big on you +So what you wanna do? +Too fly you need a parachute +But that just means you're falling in love + +[Verse 1] +In love with a skater +Five six seven, man, I already ate her +She had a coffee mug and a pair of Uggs +Got some makeup on my shirt when she gave me a hug +Shorty got me open +Pussy so good wish I could smoke it +Where your mans at? +Remember me like this one time at band camp, yeah! +Like that man, she on my mind all day, check my CAT scan +Hey, where you going with all that? +I fuck her till she whine and then I drink a tall glass +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Girl you gon' make me take you +To your desired destination +Left leg, right leg, segregation +Cause I know you like that shit, cause I love that shit +Girl that's my hole, I dug that ditch +And when it gets cold, I'm there for her to hold +She climbs my pole, beat that pussy like she stole something +And she so fine +From the front from the side from behind +Pop that pussy like a cork and I'mma fuck you till you whine + +[Hook]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Plastic Bag[Intro] +Yeah, uh-huh, No Ceilings 2 + +[Hook] +Yeah, get a plastic bag +Throw it over his head, make him gag +Throw it over his head, make him gag +You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it +Get a plastic bag +Throw it over his head, make him gag + +[Verse 1] +Go ahead, take a nigga cash +You flashed all night nigga, you deserve it +Get a bitch with ass +Drop her off at the nigga pad +Now she goin' through the nigga's stash +You slept all night nigga, you deserve it +Get a Jason mask +Run up in this shit and scare his ass +Where the drugs nigga? Where the cash? +His whole face sand white, we pistol whip it purple +Yeah, pistol whip it purple +Two words, on sight +Yeah, two words, on sight +Yeah, two words, on sight +It's gon' be a murder +Every time you see me, you know Mack be there +You know Hood be there, you know T be there +Family affair, don't you even dare +No, I double dare you to leave your chair +I'm gon' leave you there, I don't even care +And I'm killin' shit, white sheet affair +Gun on my shoulder like Tinker Bell +Take a nigga's shit, sell a nigga's shit +Make some extra money for the holidays +Merry Christmas nigga, I got gifts for niggas +In the back of my big body sleigh +I got pussy set up any time of day +Get you pussies set up any time of day +And your comrades better be about that +Combat like Johnny Cage +Oh you stuntin'? I don't like that shit nigga +I don't like that shit, nigga +I don't like that bitch nigga +And that bitch he with give me mixed signals +Oh yea, there's a lot of bitch niggas +I'm goin' down a list nigga +We stole a lot of base, yeah-yeah +We got a lot of hits, nigga +Alright, we don't fuck with switch hittas +Throw 'em in a river, let the fish get 'em +I'm comin' with the street sweeper +Like a motherfuckin' witch nigga +Like, what nigga, which nigga +Like, a young nigga, rich nigga +Like cremate or coffin +Or motherfuckin' ditch, nigga? Ugh +[Verse 2: Jae Millz] +You left a trace, now my niggas all up in your place +Now it ain't no money in the safe +Got to do a nigga like Ace +Yeah, go ahead get a plastic bag +Keep your fake jewelry, I need all the cash +Like you shaved your face, go up in your stash +I get stomach aches, throw up in the lab +Got a plastic bag, fuck navigation +Nigga, we a sack +No Ceilings Dos, this is that +Yeah, I hear 'em talkin', talkin' this and that +I'm still in the mall, buyin' this and that +And my bitch stay with a different bag +Yeah, I'm in my zone in a different bag +They'll find your body parts in different bags +Hold up +Before rap they was check to check +We was pack to pack +And my girl was blonde now she back to black +We in the Benz bumpin Back To Back +Smokin' loud, poppin' pills, back to back +And I'mma fuck her from the back after that +She hit the bathroom then pass a rag +And to the money, yeah I'm back to that +Yeah, Young Money over everything +And I mean everything, that's on everything +Niggas get caught and tell everything +With the Weeknd vocals, I'll never sing +Yeah, two words, on sight nigga +I push the button, green light nigga +To the upper room, here's your flight nigga +Even if it's morning, good night, nigga +Blaow +[Outro] +Get a plastic bag +Throw it over his head, make him gag +Go 'head take the nigga's stash +And the money danced all night nigga, you deserved it +Get a plastic bag +Throw it over his head, make him gag +Throw it over his head, make him gag +Nigga, you dabbed all night nigga, stop twerkin' +Aww yeah, aww yeah +You put on a show all night, now it's curtains, yeah +Two words, on sight +Two words, on sight +Two words, on sight +Nigga, it's a murder, aw yeah +Every time you see me I know Millz gone be there +I know Stevie there +Family affair +Aw, yeah +Throw it over his head, make him gag +Throw it over his head, make him gag +Nigga, you danced all night nigga, you deserved it +Nigga, you deserved it +Police gon' be searchin' +We gon' be in your shit splurgin' +Aw yeah, aw yeah +We in your shit splurgin' +We in your shit splurgin' +We watched you all night nigga, you deserved it5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Down[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne] +Weezy +What up pop. What up pop +Fuck what they heard it's what they need to know nigga +(They sayin C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!) +Ya feel me. Hey nigga we done built this shit from the ground up now homie +Believe that daddy. It ain't no lookin back from here. We too strong + +[Chorus] +And that's the only way we get down (We get down) +Cause that's the only way we was taught (We was taught) +And everything we got we bought (We bought) +And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea) +And that's the only way we get down (We get down) +And that's the only way we was taught (We was taught) +And everything we got we bought (We bought) +And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark fuck a law Oh!) +Cause that's the only way we get down + +[Verse 1] +I down down a brother we ain't cut from the same cloth you Downy soft +Bullets separate ya body compound a busta +I'mma find ya if ya hidin' I'm a bounty hunter +In ya home puttin' dick all down ya woman +You come home we in the bedroom countin' money +I bring her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds +Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothin' +I say Birdman Birdman what's good today +We ain't never let them niggas take our food away +And we recognize real and got a rude awakenin' +And woke up together and our life was better +I'm the Cash Money son I never like fa cheddar +Not a rat though hat low Nike is leather +Lil maw twist to get my life together +Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we night together Cut! +[Chorus] +And that's the only way we get down (We get down) +Cause that's the only way we was taught (We was taught) +And everything we got we bought (We bought) +And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea) +And that's the only way we get down (We get down) +And that's the only way we was taught (We was taught) +And everything we got we bought (We bought) +And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark fuck a law Oh!) +Cause that's the only way we get down + +[Verse 2] +Throw my weight like Sherman Klump +I gotta hold up my estate like Donald Trump +And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump +I bring the pump when it's time to punk +Wrapped around my waist like a cummerbund +Don't make a nigga pump (clap clap) you up! +I come in that new thing she threw up +Now yo' bitch ass gotta clean yo' shoe up +I'm rich as fuck and I never blew up +Business mug gotta get my loot up +Bet ya bitch get fucked if I ever met her +Bet ya ditch get dug you ever step up +One by one I push 'em down +Fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound +Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground +I'm straight from a crooked town +Like that bitch! +[Chorus] +And thats the only way we get down (We get down) +Cause thats the only way we was taught (We was taught) +And everything we got we bought (We bought) +And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea) +And thats the only way we get down (We get down) +And thats the only way we was taught (We was taught) +And everything we got we bought (We bought) +And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark fuck a law Oh!) +Cause thats the only way we get down + +[Verse 3] +I give my arms and my legs to the game I'm ahead of the game +I dead any mane if he said any thing but it's cool as long as nigga paid when he came +And I'm a fool wit the flame and the 'caine +Cut it just a little bit but the drain stay the same yea +Young Wayne and the pain and the stain still remain +On the chest where the four made a mess, yes +I'm still here in the flesh 21 year old legend I'mma live way after my death +I sacrifice whateva that's left +I give ya'll the last of my breath like..(exhales) +Write it down take a picture record a copy +Press pause only way you stop me fucker +I'mma get mine and make you not me +Spit wine at ya face if you watch me bitch! +[Chorus] +And that's the only way we get down (We get down) +Cause that's the only way we was taught (We was taught) +And everything we got we bought (We bought) +And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark yea) +And that's the only way we get down (We get down) +And that's the only way we was taught (We was taught) +And everything we got we bought (We bought) +And real niggas still shine in the dark (Still shine in the dark fuck a law Oh!) +Cause that's the only way we get down + +[Outro] +And that's the only way we gettin down nigga Cash Money CMB man +You already know we here neva left fuck 'em +See me if you got a problem boy +I'm at home all day man. It's not a game +Stunna, what's really good wit 'em we ain't neva let 'em take our food away +Fresh you nasty on this on dawg. Ugh +This one, this is the Carter beotch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Never Mind[Pre-Chorus] +I'm a pimp under pressure, but it's necessary +Treat a bad fish better than a veterinary +Never treat a secondary sweet as February +I could turn a bestie into a adversary +I tried, no, really, really, I tried +Although I'm really, really up, I'm +Still gonna give you all my downtime +Yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +I, I, got a lot on my mind +To my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry +He say "Why?" I say "Why?" +He say "Damn, my nigga, never mind," oh no +That's why I just get high +I light one and watch time go by, go, go +Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs? +All I know is I tried +Is it love, is it lust, is it drugs? +All I know is I tried + +[Verse 1] +Thought I was done tryna love +I guess I love tryna love, hey +Not so careful, but today, I just don't care +Dye my hair +We so faded, we can't make it up my stairs +We fuck right there +Not so lucky, but tonight, I just crapped out +Vegas sucks, I'm still gambling with her, no protection +Protect what? +'Cause I'm me, I'm the one she sells her soul to +That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams +I'm the one, she comes and goes +But whatever, who knows? +Nigga, not me +I'm the one she does the most +So when she do the most +At least, the most, at least +Yeah, yeah, yeah +[Pre-Chorus] +I'm a pimp under pressure, but it's necessary +Treat a bad bitch better than a veterinary +Eat a bad bitch 'less she got that hairy, hairy +I could take her ex out of her vocabulary + +[Chorus] +I, yeah got a lot on my mind +Tell my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry +He say "Why?" I say "Why?" +He say "Damn, my nigga, never mind," oh no +That's why I just get high +I light one and watch time go by, go, go +Is this love, is it lust, is it drugs? +All I know is I tried +No, really, really, I tried +Although I'm really, really up, I'm +Still gonna give you all my downtime +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey + +[Verse 2] +We ain't no junkies, but today, we're like Snow White +Whatever we like, she don't judge me +Though I may need her to be the one to give me life +'Cause I'm me, I'm the one she sells her soul to +That's because she knows, I don't buy dreams +I'm the one, she comes and goes +But whatever, who knows? Not me +I'm the one she does the most +So when she do the most +At least, the most, at least +(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Never mind +[Outro] +I, I, got a lot on my mind +To my slime, don't be surprised if I cry, I cry +He say "Why?" I say "Why?" +He say "Damn, my nigga, never mind"3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Ya Gat[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat +To all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas +Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat +I went from rich man, nigga +Straight to henchman, nigga +Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat +To all you rich-ass niggas, all you rich-ass niggas +Kickin' back, gettin' fat, gettin' tats + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +And to your fuckboy posse +With they tough boy posture +It's an act +They ain't never got your back +You gettin' jacked +You ain't never gettin' it back +You gettin' wacked +You ain't never comin' back +And cuttin' em slack +We ain't never done 'em that +No +We ain't never did 'em that +And we don't go +Tit for tat +We just Blat +Now he exposed +When we snap +Picture that +He decomposed +He smell like cat +In the trap +Oh +I go psycho +I go rhino +I know his whole side know +My whole fuckin' bio +I'm a K-I-L-L-L-E-R, no typo +I'm a dino +I'm the kind of nigga that don't give a flying fuck +About another clique but us +Who fly as us? +We flyin' up +Who wanna fuck with us? +Who signin' up? +'Cause I know my clique tough as tusks +That's on a hippopotamus +And I know I'mma sip that stuff +I can't say this is not a must +I must say this shit kinda tough +But fuck it, nigga, bottom's up +Pause +I got time to fuck +So I'mma hit little mama up +And I got millions to blow +And I got Milian to blush +I got Millis, .44's +And I got military guns +And them bitches 'bout to go +Bop-bop like January 1 +Got some bitches on the floor +And when I piss they drink it up +I'mma shit on everyone +That shit gon' feel like Kingdom Come +Told my bitch that she the one +And bitch I’m still Miss Cita’s son +And I'm triple OG +My Own Girl, Goon, and Gun +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I get a gat, get a gat, get a gat +To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas +Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat +And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin' +And we strapped with the gat in all black +So where you at, where you at, where you at? +Yeah, where they at, where they at, where they at? +Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat + +[Verse 2: Lucci Lou] +Yeah, get the gat, get the gat, get the gat +When you a rich little nigga, pussy niggas plot to jack +Where they at, where they at, where they at? +Bitch try to take mine, I'm sendin' bullets through ya back +I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G +Copped the coupe and the wheels, first day I hit the streets +I match the rags with the mags and the seats +And I be saucin' on these niggas so it all match my sneaks +Damn, you know how east niggas do shit +.40 on my left, on my right a new bitch +Yesterday a ho was trippin' so she gotta go +One thing about pimpin', man, motherfuck a ho +Me and Hoody talkin' cocaine +For the sniffers or the niggas who want whole thangs +Oh man, feel the trigger, make it go bang +So keep a gat, and if they ask, we don't know names +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Get a gat, get a gat, get a gat +To all you rich-ass niggas, and you bitch-ass niggas +Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat +And tell your fuckboy posse, while you stuntin' we be mobbin' +And we strapped with the gat in all black +So where you at, where you at, where you at? +And where they at, where they at, where they at? +Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat + +[Verse 3: HoodyBaby] +All this white powder +Screaming "White power" +Young Money, Bad Boys +Fat Mike Lowry +Woah +I might shoot up your Ferrari nigga +Oh +Tell your passenger I'm sorry nigga +My young niggas screaming +"Put me in the game, Coach" +Chopper bullets rain +You gon' need a raincoat +My little homie, he got stripes like a Bengal +I got a nephew named Killer, he an Angel +Get money, stay real, that's the game plan +I got a bad bitch and all she do is gang bang +My college ho, on the low, she do the same thing +I got a stripper with a gat and a fat cat +Breakin' niggas off, all my homies call her Kit-Kat +Yeah, she let you hit that +Bet she bring your shit back +Sleepin' with them hoes, get you tied up and kidnapped +Killers at your door, nigga, knock-knock, click-clack +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Get ya gat, get ya gat, get ya gat +And load it up, load it up, load it up +Where your fuckboy posse, where they at? +Niggas fuck, niggas fuck, niggas fuck +Yeah, shake that ass ho, shake, shake +Shake that ass ho, shake, shake +Shake that ass ho, shake, shake +Shake that ass ho, shake, shake +Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass +Shake-shka-shake-shka-shake shake that ass +Say dicksuckin' ho, nutsuckin' ho +Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes +You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch +You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch +You ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch +You ain't got no job, now you want me to trick +But I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone +And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah +I'm a nigga with a rock hard bone +And I'm takin' one of these hoes home, yeah +No Ceilings10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +For the Night[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Don't get me wrong, bitch get me right +Don't blow up my phone, no dynamite +She give me them jaws, that shark don't bite +Pussy I eat, don't feed me lies +She say that she gay, I say "hooray" (Yeah) +You just my type (Yeah), I love them dykes (Yeah) +I'm on a pill, she done some white (Shit) +Her thong was red, yeah, I run the light (Nyum) + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +IG, TikTok, nope, she say she saw me on Triller, yeah +Squad up, squadzilla, yeah +Throw a three hundred thou' out the window, yeah, uh +I'm rich but I'm slimey, go low on lil' mami +I look up, and she say she finna cum +I say "Yeah, I know," she say "Please take it slow" +And I hit her with the E-40 flow +This triple X-Rated, that triple-stacked ecstacy pill make her cum 'til she come undone +She put coke on my dick and her tongue get numb +She too numb to talk shit, she can't pump her gums +I flew to Paris just to say "bonjour" +Flew to Amsterdam just to smoke the good +Flew to Napa Valley just to taste the grapes +Flew to H-Town just to get an eight +I got the industry wanna be me +The same imagery, all I see is lil' me +I'm in the Rolls Royce with her doonies +Dripping all this milkshake on them Kelis +Like bling in the light +She wanna fuck on the king, not a knight +I pick her up, put her feet in the sky +When we fuck, sound like Tina and Ike +I put some cum in her drink, now it's spiked +She 'bout to drink it like white wine +Can't cry over spilled milk, but that cum look like milk in her mouth +If she spill it, I might cry +Pop the coco, some Rosé, Dom Pérignon +I pull up with a hoe out a catalogue +Drop her off then go pick up her famo +Knock her off, take her shit, then I vamos +Gucci links from the rocks as a choker +Matching bracelet and watch, I'm supposed to +R.I.P. to the Pop, make me smoke ya +S-A-P for the opp, buenos noches +M-O-B to the mob, cosa nostra +L-I-T and I'm high as the voltage +Extra lean, extra pot, extra dosage +Extra cream in the crop, that's the potion +Extra clips, extra shots at your soldiers +Seventeen in the Glock, no emotion +Extra bang, extra pop and explosion +Turn his body to ash, he need lotion +The clock always wrong but I'm right on time +It's Blood gang, bitch, we ball, yeah, like five on five +Fuck that, I'll pop me a seal, pour up a line +You know I got No Ceilings, so touch the sky +Yeah, ho, touch the sky +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Little Wayne, No Ceilings 3 (3) +One time for Mack Maine and Nicki Minaj, let's go (Go)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Good[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Uhh... Uh +No Ceilings, nigga +Got T in here, Fuq' in here +Streets in here, Lucc' in here +We in here, biatch! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay +Boston Red Sox cap +I get baseball money +Used to do it big +But now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan +Cincinnati Reds cap +Skinny jeans, black Chucks +Hollywood shotgun +Watch me make it act up +Saints cap +New car +Paint that +If it ain't black +Red light +Press a button +Make the top faint back +That was tough +So are us +No such thing as sobered up +You closed-minded +I shoot you in your head +I'll bet you open up +High yellow woman +With her hair to her ass +Bring her home +Fuck her like a bear then I crash +And when it comes to head +I get that head of the class +I got them green backs +Like I laid in the grass +Lucci be my nigga +The East up in the buildin' +Young Mula ba— +The blank's already filled in +Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull +Weezy Baby, nigga, I ain't just good +Motherfucker, I'm +[Hook: Lucci Lou] +I'm Goooooood +I'm Goooooood +I'm Goooooood +(No Ceilings) +I'm Goooooood + +[Verse 2: Lucci Lou] +Yea +Still no job bitch, but I ain't hurtin +Phone still ringin, so I'm still workin +Got coke for the snorters, drank if you slurpin +Even got a couple pills for if your back hurtin +Uhh, they call me Mr. Pharmaceutical +I'm gettin money every time I'm in the studio +I'm gettin money bitch even when I do a show +I get the money even if I have to sue a ho +That's how the game go +East side play it cold +We love the new coupes +We love our necks froze +You couldn't be me if you could +Weezy Baby, Lucci Lou, and we good + +[Hook: Lucci Lou] +I'm Goooooood +I'm Goooooood +I'm Goooooood +I'm Goooooood22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trouble[Intro: Leah Kunkel Sample] +City streets, that's where I learned +Play with fire, you get burned +When the heat was on, I turned +Turned to trouble... trouble + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, C3, yeah +New Orleans baby +A street called Eagle +And everybody's ill +Yeah, ill-egal +People steal cars +We steal people +We eat like dogs +But we still people +And even when ya lost +Trouble still see you +And even if ya dead broke +We are still equal +One time for the lil people +Eat ya meal, don't let ya meal eat you +(I run with trouble...) +StreetRunner we crazy with this one +I, run, with, trouble +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +And just the other day my nigga Chris killed his self +I pray to God that I never feel the way he felt +Where do we go when there's no help? +He figured heaven, so he went left +Y'all know that ain't right +Plus he was high as a plane on that same night +Shit I probably been on that same flight +Shit I probably had that same fight +I just kept swinging +Twelve rounds coming, bells ringing +(I run with trouble...) +Introduced to the game when I was just a child +Mama loved a drug dealer, straight quit her job +They took his life +And along with him I died +And she died +We died +Then came my daughter to my bedside +Told me "Daddy, don't cry, I'm alive" +I look her in the eyes +And see me with no sins +But this is how the note ends + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne & (Leah Kunkel Sample)] +(I have walked a bitter line +Chosen second over cheap wine) +Ya know +Just kick it back +(Still I look for brighter times) +I can't call it +(I run with trouble...) +Ya know? Heheh +Yeah, yeah +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +The tooly poke out the jeans +The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans +Ya na mean? +And everything ain't what it seem +Ya na mean? +And don't play that game without your team +Kill for my bread, kill for my cheese, kill for my cream +I will have that red beam on high beam +Now I hear sirens +Wait I think I see one behind me +I ain't trippin baby, money got me +(I run with trouble...) +And fuck the police, fuck the feds too +I ain't jumpin' in that jumpsuit +A one-two, I'm on my one-two +Check me out +I fuck around and check you +Respect due +Pay yours nigga +Mine's under the seat +By my feet +Where yours nigga? +Too much hoarse liquor huh +Too much pressure, too much force +Too much money +You never heard that before +Shit +And we stop the snitches at the door +Cut that tail off the rat +He won't rat no more +(I run with trouble...) +That's right +Get trapped fuckin' with my cheese +Keep shooting 'til I burn my sleeves +Nigga, please +These boys is Gs +Represent New Orleans like a fleur-de-lis +Shit +What you know about it +We more than thieves +Steal from the rich +So the poor can eat +Niggas act up +My niggas act accordingly +Hey soldier, don't war with me +You don’t want it27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Paradice[Verse 1] +Moolah babe +She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame +She would do anything she could to feel the flame +When everybody know your move and the things you pay +She finally made all her dreams come true and then she screamed + +[Chorus] +Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise! +Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Yeah) +Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise! +You know, this ain't paradise + +[Verse 2] +He was a young boy in pursuit of money and fame +And he would do anything he could to kill the pain +When everybody know your moves, they speak of your name +And oh, all over the late night local news I heard him scream + +[Chorus] +Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise! +Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Yeah) +Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise! +You know, this ain't paradise + +[Bridge] +Woah +I say the sun don't shine forever (Oh oh oh oh oh) +And everything that glitter ain't gold (Ahhh) +I say love don't love forever (Oh oh oh oh oh) +And everything that's new gets old (Rahhhhh) +[Verse 3] +Sometimes we try to find the road to the riches +Need roadside assistance +Blisters on my knees, from beggin' for forgiveness +Ain't no dollars on my trees, but mileage on my feet +'Cause I been climbin' to the peak, and runnin' from the bullshit +I'm tired of playin' the same song, who told the DJ bring it back? +Dead Presidents, bullet in Abraham Lincoln hat +Starin' at big poster, I swear that he be winkin' back +Cut school, sell crack, sorry I'm just thinkin' back +Call me crazy, I've been called worse +It's like I have it all, but what's it all worth? +Ha ha, I'm probably better in my afterlife +I should cherish life, but this just ain't paradise + +[Outro] +Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise! +Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Oh, ohh ohh ohh) +This ain't paradise; no, this ain't paradise +This ain't paradise6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Prostitute 2That's right +Um, I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you, girl +And you won't never have to worry about me, as long as you keep it real +Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel and +Stay truthful to me and never lie to me +And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter... +Know what I mean... yeah +Well if you don't then I'll explain + +[Verse 1] +Listen +I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you girl +And you won't never have to worry about me, long as you keep it real +Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel +Stay truthful to me and never lie to me +And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter whatever +You know what I mean yeah +Well if you don't then I'll explain +You could be Mrs. Wayne +And we could do the damn thang +Had to tell my brother Maine I met a girl like you +And I ain't never met another girl like you +But I know what to do with a girl like you, I do +I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute +And hit every man that you ever knew +See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you girl +And you won't never have to worry about me, long as you keep it real +Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel +And stay true for me and never lie to me +And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter whatever +You know what I mean yeah +Well if you don't then I'll explain +See I'd give up the game +At the top of the arena there's a jersey with my name, baby +What's happening baby? What's happening baby? +I know you need to roll with a champion baby +And every time I see you I get asthma baby +Like *exhales* that's my baby + +I wouldn't care if you was a prostitute +And that you hit every man that you ever knew +See it, wouldn't make a difference if that was way before me and you girl +And you won't never have to worry about me, long as you keep it real +Whatever's on your mind, speak on how you feel +And stay true for me and never lie to me +And don't you ever keep no secrets, no matter whatever +You know what I mean yeah +Uhh, yeah, uhh, yeah-uhh, see cause +I ain't the kind that kiss and tell +But my man say that he really know you well +But I don't care, I wanna know you for my damn self +Yeah, and even though Stunna say you scandalous +And you're known to go from one man to the next +I don't care what he say, no I don't care what he say +Because, they can say what they want girl +But they will never change my views +Cause they would never know you the way that I know you +And I'm trying to share to rest of my whole life with you +And if it gotta be a down, so be it baby +And if your friends can't understand +You don't need 'em baby +You don't need 'em baby +You don't need 'em baby +Don't need 'em +Guitar... +Now lemme hear you say "I love you baby" +Say "I love you baby" [repeat until fade]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mo’ Fire[Intro] +Mo' fire, Weezy +Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air) +Mo' fire, give 'em +Mo' fire + +[Verse 1] +I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked +My city hot, I'm dodging the city cop +I play 'em like Pitty Pat, yeah, I'm kicking back, yeah +I'm getting stacks, these bitches is really rats +I fuck 'em and give 'em back, yeah, I really mack, yeah +How real is that? You love 'em, you really wack +I hustle and bend my back, my muscle is intact +My biceps and triceps is ah, yes + +[Chorus] +Mo' fire, Weezy +Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air) +Mo' fire, I give 'em +Mo' fire + +[Verse 2] +I'm coming through in something new +The color is Smurf blue, I'm puffin' that purple +Believe it, if I talk it, I walk it like Herschel +I get it like it is on a commercial, first too +This is verse two, it is worse too +I'll murk you like I birthed you +You niggas small bubbles (Baby), I'll burp you (Hey, hey) +And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you +My jewelry earth blue, some say it's earth green +I'm like whatever, my shit mean and obscene +Now, I've been seen on a lot of different scenes +That mean I got a lot of different cream +[Chorus] +Mo' fire, Weezy +Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air) +Mo' fire, I give 'em +Mo' fire + +[Verse 3] +I raise more fire to the man up higher +I lick a shot to let him know that I'm a rider +My dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion +Represent the jungle when the others just tryin' +I represent my mother like, "Baby, stop cryin'" +I know my papa gone, but guarantee he see us shinin', yeah +Now you are looking at New Orleans' finest +Now you are bein' blinded by European diamond +And you are seein' two or three times and +Got your vision all fucked up, now you can't even find me +And I ain't even hidin', naw, I'm right here, baby (Right here, baby) +She wanna walk and shit, I'm like, "Yeah, baby" (Yeah, baby) +Battyman get the shotty to his head +Rockabye his ass to sleep, rock it, lay him down to bed +I'll put you in my pocket right next to the condoms, homie +You ain't nothin' but a profit + +[Chorus] +Mo' fire, Weezy +Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air) +Mo' fire, I give 'em +Mo' fire, yeah +Mo' fire +Mo' fire, Weezy +Mo' fire +Mo' fire, give 'em +Mo' fire21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boom[Intro] +Mouse drop the track +That'll make you bounce it back, what +Yeah +Hehe +Tell 'em, yeah, bah! + +[Verse 1] +Weezy bad—naw, really, I'm good +Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood +Gotta know the Tec live under my seat +Put you in the ground; now, you live under my feet +All-white diamonds on the front of my teeth +And you better put the "O" in front of my "G" +The bullshit they talking doesn't come to my knee +I'm like a linebacker: Don't run it by me +My two best friends will accompany me +And right now, they are in my dungarees, sleep +One named "Mac," one named "Nina" +They hit you, make you do the Macarena +Where your tool? You gon' need it like a muh'fucker +And I am so New Orleans like a muh'fucker +It's Young Money and we eating, get your own supper +Make me go off in the trunk, get that Bone Crusher, haha! +[Hook] +Tecs, AKs, I leave the scene ugly +Chest, head, face, arm, leg, stomach +I never been afraid, I ain't scared of nothing +'Cause I got my thang, my thang, my thang +And that bitch go boom, boom, boom +Boom, boom, boom +You hear them guns, like boom, boom, boom +Boom, boom, boom +[Verse 2] +They like the way I ball, they call me "Hot Sauce" +They know I keep that toaster; you can be my Pop Tart +I never had height, but, boy, I got heart +And I ain't gotta speak, I just let my car talk +I got more clips than any movie you saw +I pull up on you like I need some Grey Poupon +Hardhat? No, but I got the tool on +And you should be my paper if ever the tool's drawn, yeah +Flow retarded: When I spit, I get my drool on +I don't rap, I just shit, like a newborn +I don't write, I just spit, like a tooth gone +So tell them haters, "Cut it out" like a coupon +How come that chopper sound like a nuke bomb? +Little nigga, gotta hold that bitch with two arms +I got that heat, the fire, and the lukewarm +I'm on your heels like a shoehorn + +[Hook] +Tecs, AKs, I leave the scene ugly +Chest, head, face, arm, leg, stomach +I never been afraid, I ain't scared of nothing +'Cause I got my thang, my thang, my thang +And that bitch go boom, boom, boom +Boom, boom, boom +You hear them guns, like boom, boom, boom +Boom, boom, boom25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tina Turn Up Needs a Tune Up (Freestyle)[Intro] +What I was saying earlier was that +I'm tired of niggas just getting shit they don't deserve +That don't belong to them blood, I'm a thief +I'm a thief, I take your soul +I take your heart, I take your life +I take your Tina, I take your Tina Tina Tina Tina + +[Hook] +Tina Turn Up need a tune up +Tina Turn Up need a tune up +Tina Turn Up need a tune up +Tina Turn Up need a tune up + +[Bridge] +I could fix it +I could fix it +I could fix it +I could fix it +I could fix it +I could fix it + +[Verse 1] +She need a king, fuck the prince +She need a king, fuck the prince +She need a king, fuck the prince +You a queen, not a princess +You a queen, let's have a princess +I could sell Sweet'N Low to Sugar Ray Leonard +Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga +I could sell Sweet'N Low to Sugar Ray Leonard +[Wayne talking] +You know, when things are different +It only means that they're not the same anymore, you know +Difference is good, very good + +[Verse 2] +Oh so he ain't hear his phone ringin'? +Oh so he ain't hear his phone ringin'? +Oh so he ain't hear his phone ringin'? +But he hear your's when it's on vibrate? +You with that nigga he don't wanna see you with? +Tell his ass you on a blind date +Tell his ass you on a blind date +Yeah I'm hating, oh y'all just dating? +Well I'm still hating, tell him I said it + +[Hook] + +[Bridge] + +[Verse 3] +Need a king, fuck the prince +Need a king, need a king +She need a king, she need a king +Weezy the king, Weezy the king +Weezy the king, need a king +Tina turn up need a, need a, need a +Tina turn up need a, need a, need a +Girl you need a real nigga +Girl you need a real nigga +Girl you need a real nigga +You going ever meet your last, keep it real with you +You going ever meet your last, keep it real with you +You going ever meet your last, keep it real with you +If you was mine, I will keep you with me +If you was mine, you would be right here with me +If you was mine, you would be right here with me +Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga +Yeah I'm hating +[Outro] +I asked my homies right, I was like +What do you think I should do? +And man there's only one thing to do +And I was like what's that? +They was like you...ya digg? +And not you in the meaning of me +But you in the meaning of you +Tina Turn Up, you need a tune up, ya digg? +Well I could fix her, young blacksmith +Maintenance man, M & M for short +Melt in your mouth not in your hand9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +T.O.[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Grrr + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I did not come here to see who was litty +That stamp on the kilos say "key to the city" +Put some on my thumb and then I make her lick it +She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ +I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean +My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline +I chop you up, they call them amputees +I spit these facts, they call me fax machine + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I drop a four in this, I'm feelin' glorious +Gun on Big Pun, and my clip on Notorious +Bitch, I'm the man, no, the Mandalorian +I'm in a DeLorean, nigga, I'm floorin' it +I got my whore in it, that bitch a foreigner +Pourin' her heart out, I'm just ignorin' her +I let my hair down, I'm finna go throw her +And bury myself in that pussy, no coroner +I can't smoke Reggie, I be too edgy +My bitch a veggie, bitch, I'm a legend +Pull out my flag, and these niggas start pledgin' +Go pull up whenever, we ain't gotta schedule it +Boy, I'm a president, presidential Rollie +Bezel it heavily, inspect it carefully +I'm smokin' like I'm in the Netherlands +Like I'm a hippie that's stuck in the 70s +You with your buddies, I'm with my bloodies +And this ain't no flag, lil' nigga, this rugby +Duct-tape that nigga up until he a mummy +Then put him in a freezer until we get hungry +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & O.T. Genasis] +Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch +Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go) +I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (No, no, no) +Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow +Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) +I keep my foot on gas, bitch +Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) +I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope) +Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow) +Every time I'm O.T. (Yeah), my bitch cry like T.O. + +[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis, Lil Wayne, & Both] +Cookin' dope in kitchen, 36 (Yeah), I got chickens (Yeah) +Got the bowl (Yeah), I'ma whip it (Yeah) +Got the pistol (Yeah), get to clickin' (Woah) +Got the dope (Yeah), got the scope (Yeah) +Got the coke (Yeah) off the boat +Got the grams, make it float +Ask my plug, "What's the quote?" (Go) +I shoot at all of my enemies (Yeah) +Walk around like I'm Yosemite (Yeah) +Extra clip, that's my amenities (Aagh) +I'ma send shots like a Hennessy (Who? Bah, bah, bah) +Bitch, I'ma shoot like a penalty (Mm, bang) +Keep me a flag like a penalty (Bap, bang) +Niggas know me, O.T. (O.T.) +I got more hook than parentheses (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) +Home Depot, keep me a toolie (Toolie, brrt) +Walk in your house with a Uzi (Woo) +Walk in your room like a groupie (Yeah) +Wet your ass up with jacuzzi (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) +Everything white, I got Bieber +Cover one eye like I'm Aaliyah +Free Base, bitch, I got Derek Jeter +Rob, strip him naked, just like it's Peter +Bitch, bah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I did not come here to see who was litty +That stamp on the kilos say "key to the city" +Put some on my thumb and then I make her lick it +She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ +I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean +My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline +I chop you up, they call them amputees +I spit these facts, they call me fax machine + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Oh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch +Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go) +I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope) +Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow) +Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) +I keep my foot on gas, bitch +Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) +I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on the dope, yeah (Steppin' on the dope, no, no, no, no) +Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow) +Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Used To[Intro: RiFF RAFF & Drake] +Boys, now listen, we got more motherfuckin' TV screens +On the outside the damn tour bus than on that motherfucker +Boys playin' PlayStation +We come through motherfuckin' hang gliding +Off motherfuckin' Versace skyscrapers +I don't get it, what more can you ask for? +Yeah—sound, sound, sound +Yeah, real 6 side shit +Sickos, ah man + +[Verse 1: Drake] +Yeah, when you get to where I'm at +You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at +Every time they talkin', it's behind your back +Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack +They gon' say your name on them airwaves +They gon' hit you up right after like it's only rap +Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map +And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at +Shout out to the G's from the ends +We don't love no girls from the ends +I'm gon hit 'em with the wham once again +I'ma always end up as a man in the end, dog +It's just apparent every year +Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror +Lookin' at myself like, there it is there +Yeah, like there it is there man, whoo! +I ain't tryna chance it, I be with the bands +Like a nigga went to Jackson State or Grambling +Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin' +Watch the way I handle it, uh +Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit +She know I'm the man with it, uh +With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton +I ain't playin' with it +[Chorus: Drake] +I ain't felt the pressure in a little while +It's gonna take some getting used to (What you say?) +Floatin' all through the city with the windows down +Puttin' on like I used to (What you say?) +They never told me when you get the crown +It's gon' take some getting used to (What you say?) +New friends all in their old feelings now +They don't love you like they used to, man + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +When you get to where the fuck I'm at +You gotta remind 'em about where you been +About all of the money that done came and went +About the two cents I ain't never spent +When they say you're too famous to pack a gat +I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from +Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone +Stepping on a Swisher roach like a stepping stone +Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone +Boy, do I smell beef? Mmmm, pheromones +Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns +Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron +Suck a nigga dick for a iPhone 6 +Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry +You can get buried for a ounce of Katy Perry +I was only five, but still remember the drought in '87 +Lord, tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times to play games with 'em +I ain't got no time +Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence +I'm fuckin' her mind +I got, mind control over Deebo +Parmesan my panino +Promethazine over pinot +And when my bloods start shootin' that's B-roll, bitch +[Chorus: Drake & Lil Wayne] +I ain't felt the pressure in a little while +It's gonna take some getting used to (What you say?) +Floatin' all through the city with the windows down +Puttin' on like I used to, yeah (What you say?) +They never told me when you get the crown +It's gon' take some getting used to (What you say?) +New friends all in their old feelings now +They don't love you like they used to, man + +[Outro: Drake & Lil Wayne, RiFF RAFF] +Yeah, they don't love you like they used to (What you say?) +In the city with the- windows down +Like I used to, yeah (What you say?) +Like I +Take some to getting used to (What you say?) +Man, they don't love you like they used to, man +And I'm so sorry +Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay? +Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones +I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224 +Oh man, these boys don't even understand +Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene with Drake +For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes +You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album +Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 +Or 29.99 with the shirt, buy it at the Target +These motherfuckers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause I thought they had their shoes tied together—motherfuckers got they shoes tied together +What more could you ask for? +Boys harassing me with these questions +How about this? How about don't ask me no more motherfucking questions? We ain't doing no interview!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Just Chill[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Verify, got haircut +Mu in this bitch, Scoob in this bitch with me + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +So much shit on my mind, I just hope I don't smell like it +The motherfuckers pointing fingers +Be the same ones that have nail bitin' +Real niggas, still real niggas, you new niggas, just lil' niggas +When ya shit fall, don't be surprised +Acting like you didn't hear timber +I'm caffeinated, I'm half-sedated +I started from the bottom, I gravitated +I'm validated, I'm a trigger happy nigga +And it's sad to say it, but I had to say it +I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once +With all of my thank yous added up +I still can't thank Birdman enough, I woke up in a new Tyra Banks +I've been gettin' money since Shabba Ranks +The car I'm in brand spankin' new, it just got spanked +Real niggas say rest in peace to DJ Screw +Rest in peace to Pimp C too +Fuck your bulletproof vest (blat) I still need proof, my nigga +I hate you like mustard, I'm disgustin' +I'm aiming at your chest, hit your face, I'm just rusty +Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy +Lookin' for a breath of fresh air, it's hidin' from me, fuck +Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief +I last longer than an antique, her pussy cummin' like a stampede +She cooks, fucks and clean, the type of bitch that every man need +The type of bitch that every man leave +That ain't cool, and she wearin' sleeves, but chill, just chill +[Chorus: Justin Bieber] +Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah +Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I'll always keep it real +You just need to chill, oh, oh +Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) +Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) +Yeah, girl, you gotta chill + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +You could fuck all these bitches, except my bitches +Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes +Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical +Man I swear I'm so armed, I feel like I got tentacles +Niggas bumpin' their gums, I feel like Orajel +Got 'em scratchin' their head, combin' out broken nails +See I give 'em my love, but I'm an indian giver +Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper +I break the bank with a sledgehammer +Cellphone rings like Saturn +Bitch let a nigga breathe, breathe like a dragon +I hide money everywhere, that's my hidden talent +One time for them gangstas, fuck that, two times for them gangstas +If you got a problem, I'll fix that like, yeah nigga I'm maintenance +Got a bad bitch and she anxious, bitch, you just an acquaintance +I'll ask a rat, "Why be a rat?" then kill him while he explainin' +Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real niggas left +And if any nigga wanna step to me tell 'em hurry up and take bigger steps +My bitch deep, I get in depth, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout +She dyed her pussy hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out +That's real +So real +[Chorus: Justin Bieber] +Yeah, you know that I'll always keep it real +You just need to chill, oh, oh +Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) +I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill +Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) +Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) +Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) +Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill +Girl, you gotta chill + +[Outro: French Montana & Justin Bieber] +Yeah, Tunechi +Shawty is you gon' ride 'til it's over? (Ride, 'til it's over) +Man we gettin' high, never sober (High, never sober) +Still ridin' dirty 'til it's over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Rapper EaterFeed me rappers or feed me beats + +Tool on deck, why would I lie +Nigga you a pussy hope you got nine lives +I could hit a nigga with the nine nine times +Country ass boy country like Leanne rhymes +Mississippi d banner, and lilweezyana +Everybody got tools so you will need a hammer +I'm a pill poppin' animal, syrup sippin' nigga +I'm so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna +You're fuckin with his man, you could be his man dinner +The nine gimme brains but the ak add liver +Your rapper is the same flowin like a bad river +Make yo ass quiver like you naked at winter +Hollygrove honcho, hardtime giver +I'm a shark in the water you just long john silver +I got a girl you wanna meet her? +Her name is nine millimeter + +Feed me rappers or feed me beats + +Uptown New Orleans like always +Cash money boys shine like bald heads +Big bezzel make my watch look like a hog head +But all I do is smoke trees call me log head +I'm butter on the bread like parkay +And I am all about me like do re +I'm in the hood, in the hood like dope yay +Nappy ass hair like buckwheat otay +Hollygrove, Eagle street be my damn hood +Or you can get murdered for free like canned goods +I got 12 Barbaros under that Lam hood +I could bring Kentucky derby to the damn hood +Sunshine diamonds, call me tanned goods +And now I let it blow, like a bad wood +I call brisco, I'm on South Beach +Thirty minutes later Opa-lacka is where I be +Feed me rappers or feed me beats + +Man I'm so Hollygrove +Stand strong in the water like a commadore +Black holes in your white tee, dominoes +Me n brisco cash money carnivores +Hehe, I am New Orleans like carnival +And in the hood call me Weezy the honorable +These other rappers so ironical +And if I ain't in the mansion then I'm up in the phantom oh +Yea, you know it, listen up man, dj cinema, cinematic +Whatever you wanna call him, I need you to spin this thang crazy +Spin this when I tell you not to, talkin about 8 in the mornin +To 8 in the mornin', ya feel me, yea, can fox holla at cha boy + +Feed me rappers or feed me beats3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kreep[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +6 shit + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I said I wasn't gon' love these hoes +I ate my words like a pussy hole +She suck my dick and my bullet hole +And got on my dick, did the tootsie roll +She know how much I love candy though +She know how much I hate pantyhose +I know how much she love animals +But she let me stomp on her camel toe, damn + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Girl what the deal, though +Put up them dildos, fuck with a real one +Fuck 'til the sun come, we can still chill, though +Kick it like field goals, lick it like mail, though +Sleep by your mailbox, IG yo' G spot +I kill yo' pill spot, I give a cheerleader somethin' to cheer 'bout +I get you too high, I hear yo' ears pop +You hear my key chain, you hear the birds fly +All gold dust, pull the pills out +You take your clothes off, you tell me go hard +I tell you "No duh" +And we both smoke so I rolled up +And we poured up in my gold tub +And you woke up with soap suds all up in yo' chocha +Fuck it, shawty, it's yo' fuckin' birthday +Almost fuckin' drown me, little fuckin' mermaid +Damn, fuck it, shawty, everyday yo' b-day +And if you want this D, bae, everyday is D Day, boom +I'ma lay you on your spinal cord +And you gon' take all this dinosaur +Yeah, I'ma lay you on your spinal cord +And you gon' take me on your private tour +Hol' up, I'ma lay you on your pretty face +And hit it from the back like you hit the brakes +Got a pretty face and a pretty shape +Tryna be a star and I'ma give you space +Wait, 1, girl, let's start this shit, 2, girl, yo' heart just skipped +3, girl, and you will see, 4, how good this D can be +5, I love to do you right +And 6 ain't shit if it don't end with 9 +Invite yo' friend that's friendly fire +Bitches ain't shit but yours and mine +Ooh, girl I love you so +That's why I always fuck you slow +All these little hoes they come and go +She was just a flame, went up in smoke +And I told myself not to love the bitches +Hard to stop fallin' for a bitch when you trippin' +Hard to stop sleepin' on a bitch when you sippin' +When you sippin' +Can't trust these hoes, can't love these bitches +Then my heart get cold, middle finger with the mittens +Bitches lie through they teeth, I never wanted to be a dentist +Might as well keep spittin', it ain't love it's business +Hoe, watch that hoe you sleep with, bitch ass hoes be creepin' +Watch that hoe she be wit', who she prolly sleep wit' +Damn, but you know that ain't cheatin, we should have a meetin' +Watch that hoe you eatin', food for thought, I'm thinkin' +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I said I wasn't gon' love these hoes +I ate my words like a pussy hole +She suck my dick and my bullet hole +Got on my dick, did the tootsie roll +She know how much I love candy though +She know how much I hate pantyhose +I know how much she love animals +But she let me stomp on her camel toe, damn + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +And her clit got a hair trigger +Damn, and her clit got a hair trigger +And her clit got a hair trigger +But the bitch gotta spare a nigga, damn +Watch that hoe you sleep wit', bitch ass hoes be creepin' +Watch that hoe she be wit', oh, nah, they ain't speakin' +Damn, that's that silent treatment, I don't wanna know the reason +Watch that hoe you eatin', food for thought, I'm thinkin' + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +That's some 6 shit +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Over[Intro] +Yeah +Yeah, real rap (Real rap), real rap for ya +Yeah +Lighters up +Know you miss somebody (Got to) +Put your (Yeah), let's go (Get 'em) + +[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne] +Though, though I'm missing you (Straight to your head, man) +I'll find a way to get through (Nik', talk, yeah) +I know livin' without ya is impossible (Yeah, that's right) +And I, I know you gon' live on (Cry, mama, yeah, cry, mama) +'Cause you were my brother (My sister) +And I love ya, and I miss ya, oh-oh + +[Verse 1] +Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya +He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya +Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to +It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor +Standin' on stage in front of thousands (Yeah) +Don't amount to me not havin' my father +That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em +But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em +And I'm without 'em, but that's life, y'all +Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard (Yup) +I'm alright, God, shit, I'm still breathin' +But loss hurt like bullets, I'm 'bout to start bleedin' +Throw me down some comfort 'cause my heart need it (Yeah) +Tryna cope but my chances are needle +There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin' to take it easy +Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga +[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne] +Though, though I'm missing you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +(I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +I'll find a way to get through (But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +I know livin' without ya is impossible (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) +And I, I know you gon' live on (Real rap for you) +(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +'Cause you were my brother (My sister, but I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +And I love ya, and I miss ya, oh-oh (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) + +[Verse 2] +And now we smoke kush all day and pop painkillers (Yeah) +Fuck who don't understand it, this what the game did us +This what the streets showed us, this how the block made us +The same block where they layed 'em (Damn) +I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me +Lord, will I be next for the taking? Take me +I know I'm livin' like I know when I'm comin' +But I'm just livin' 'cause I know that it's comin' +And the end is comin', but I ain't runnin', I ain't hidin' and duckin' +I'm in the middle of a war, I'm alive and love it +I'm just speakin' from the heart of the dyin' public +We still beatin', we gon' rise above it +Though it seem like they cheatin' and we losin' +We survive, if nothin' +They could never take the stride from struggling +I gotta ride, and sometimes that ride get bloody +But I just think about my buddy and go after that money +But, uh +[Bridge: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne] +Oh (Yeah), we gotta get over (Yeah) +We gotta get over, we gotta get over (Yeah) +It's almost over (I said, I said I gotta get over) +And we gon' be alright (I gotta get over) +('Cause, bitch, I'm a soldier) + +[Verse 3] +Straight Patrón out the bottle to the head now (Bitch) +We gettin' red now, bitch, my nigga dead now (Bitch) +And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now (Damn) +I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds (Damn) +Now I gotta walk around, brim down +Just tryin' to find my way 'til the next day, escape +Your birthday could be your death date +So I'm livin' like it was just yesterday, let's pray +Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together +It's murda-murda, I don't think it get better +So be a competitor or get out the weather +Me? I got an umbrella and a Beretta (Rah) +I'm just tryin' to make sure my daughter future progressin' +And behind that, I'm shootin' excessive (Bang), trust me (Yeah) +The beautiful dead, we living with the ugly +I just tell my pops, "Wait for me, I'm comin'" + +[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lil Wayne] +Though, though I'm missing you (Yeah, yeah) +(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +I'll find a way to get through (But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +I know livin' without ya is impossible (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) +And I, I know you gon' live on (They ask me what's wrong) +(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +'Cause you were my brother (My sister, but I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +And I love ya, and I miss ya, oh-oh (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) +[Outro] +They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime +(Man, I miss my dawg, I can't believe that it's over) +'Cause I don't wanna see nothin' (But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +Yeah (Can't stay sober, I'm just tryna get over) +Like I said (Man) +Life ain't nothin' but a long extended road, keep drivin' +(But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get over) +I done passed up plenty people on the side of road, no help +Keep goin', yeah (I'm just tryna get over) +Lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept goin', yep +(But I'm a soldier, so I gotta get—) +Who knows when I'll run outta gas? Yeah (Over)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Weezy N Madonna[Hook 1: Lil Wayne & Stephanie Acevedo] +You can throw up peace, I'm throwin' squad up +Had to get the dreads bleached, the James Blonde look +I'm 'bout to put my hands on her like E. Honda +She walkin' around in a Young Money Tee without a bottom +She squad +It's a Secret society, these niggas tiny, I'll be your body +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team +From the rooftops + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Young Tune winnin' now +You know I been winnin' then and now anyhow +Anyway, don't start no shit if you can't finish loud +I've been away, I've been around +I've been busy doin' business +Mind your business 'fore I shut your fuckin' business down +She say my lyrics like a lifeline when she down +She checkin' bitches off my timeline when she down +But all them bitches on the sideline, out of bounds +Watchin' us play around + +[Verse 2: Stephanie Acevedo] +Stephanie and Weezy now +The birds birds birds are you singing now? +They gonna' keep a lil Puerto-rican out +A lil' souvenir gotta get me now +Haul ass on a bitch all in the fast lane +Turn Xan on your bitch you are just Plain Jane +I just laugh at the shit with my bad bitch gang (gang gang) +Cause' you ain't a bad bitch without a YM chain +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I second that shit you ain't lyin' that's game +I tell your nigga meet me outside in the rain +I shoot him up like a hundred times then again +Again and again, are you not entertained? +Ain't no better drugs than the ones I know +I done went down on bitches I don't know +I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high +And right now I'm both, got me talking bout you hoe + +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne & Stephanie Acevedo] +Said she really love the blonde look +So she dyed her shit we look like Weezy and Madonna +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula +And I'm screaming +Fuck your team, fuck your team, fuck your team, Like 2Pac +Sip slow, no blowin' highs, no killin' vibes +We touch each other, touch the skies, she rub her eyes +She cry Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula +She cry Money Team, Money Team, Money Team +Then I zoom out + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +I said "Tell me who you loyal to?" +Is it Weezy? Is it Wayne? Is it Tunechi? Is it gang? +Or these no-names hanging with a nigga with a name? +How you poppin' pain pills and you living with the pain? +You can't tell me that ain't horrible +And my love always free when the lights get dark +I know love isn't cheap I got a nice-ass job +You look priceless to me, I'll rip your price tag off +Baby "Tell me who you loyal to?" +Do you start with the money or the man? +Does it end with your heart in your hand? +Fuck it, if the money bag in the other hand, that was the plan +Let that nigga spoil you +I guess somebody else on grind mode +But a nigga that provide though +Put his pride to the side though, and you my slime, so +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne & Stephanie Acevedo] +Said she really love the blonde look +So she dyed her shit we look like Weezy and Madonna +I'm 'bout to put my hands on her like E. Honda +Cause' she walkin' around in a Young Money tee without a bottom +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, Mula +Screaming, Money Team, Money Team, Money Team, zoom out +Nigga you could throw up peace, I'm throwin' squad up +Had to get the dreads bleached, the James Blonde look +She saw my pic on IG, now she's inspired +She dyed her shit we look like Weezy and Madonna +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +That's some sick shit! Money Team + +[Skit: Lil Wayne] +See, this Dedication mixtape series is so important to the culture because they say it is. It's plain and simple, plain and simple. I don't label it important to the culture. If I have ever labelled it important to the culture I was feelin' myself and smellin' my drawers -- uh, pause -- I'm old, my mama used to always say that, my grandma used to say that "You smellin' your drawers." -- but anyway, I don't know if y'all people say that, I'm from the south -- but yeah, the Dedication mixtape series is important to the culture because the culture say it's important. So that's why I still jump my ass in these motherfuckin' booths, wherever I can find a booth, most likely the same one, and do my motherfuckin' thing. And I gotta keep doing my thing and that's why I do my thing because the culture say it's important. They say "We want that, we need that, we gotta have that." It make the-it make the world know what I mean? It make the music world spin, and that's what it's all about, and it's 'cause they say it6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Scarface[Intro] +All I have in this world, all I have in this world (What up, Blood?) +All I have in this world, all I have in this world + +[Verse 1] +They know where Carter at, straight off the launchin' pad +Marchin' on the moon motherfucker, I been to Mars and back +Cleaner than laundry mats, jumpin' in somethin' from +Other countries, companies, junkie, you cannot order that +I flew that and took the water back, order, go to Iraq +And get a car with gas and tell them crackers, "War with that" +All I need is an automatic: tick, boom +I'm a goon, I go zoom; smell the fumes from the vrooms +Young Tune in the room, gimme room or you doomed +I am soon to get all my chips and doubloons +I would never be another groom unless I assume +The bitch ain't givin' up the womb to him and whom +M.O.B, let me bloom, let me boom +I pop early like firecrackers in the last week of June +I'm gettin' my lunch like noon, I gotta eat +Scarface with diamond teeth, haha! + +[Hook] +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +Nobody know my name, they only know my face +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +Nobody know my name, they only know my face +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +[Verse 2] +Lord, protect me from my friends, I can take care of my enemies +I come from where the niggas just kill to save energy +Sorry world, but my mommy dropped me where the clinic be +So if you tried to mimic me, you'd prob'ly catch some sick disease +Six degrees, leanin' on that prometha-tha-tha-thazine +I'm a centipede, these men move at women speed +I'm 'bout my spinach, cheese, dough, cheddar, fetti, gwap +Money, moolah, mozzarella, et cetera, et cetera +Fuck competitors, fuck these rappers, fuck these editors +Fuck the head of the state, fuck the gates surroundin' the prisoners +These motherfuckers the prey; I'm the Predator, see me dreadlock +Tough as Bamm-Bamm from Bedrock +I'm tied to the game like wedlock, say "Hello red dot" +Say "Goodbye life" and say "Hello Satan" +A devil in the flesh, a rebel at its best, no complainin' +We live in Hell and I'm blessed, Scarface + +[Hook] +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +Nobody know my name, they only know my face +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +Nobody know my name, they only know my face +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +Nobody know my name, they only know my face +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +Nobody know my name, they only know my face +(All I have in this world, all I have in this world) +On the for reala, my nigga, just call me Scarface5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mike Tyson Flow[Mike Tyson talking] + +I'm the best ever +I'm the most brutal and most vicious, and most ruthless champion there's ever been +No one can stop me, I'm the best eva! + +[Verse 1] + +Uhhn! like mutha'fuck all yawl +Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all yawl +Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches +Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches +I'm the Dream machine I mean King vision +I can see through yo scene like clear screen +Hear me? To a lion you are just deer meat +Fear God, fear me siry us us +Pe pi them try them and die when I say so +Weezy F hardful red go like Craig go +It's all gravy, tryna build like Lego's +Betta \"Let Go My Ego!\" with some breakfast on the table +Yeah! And I don't know how fake feel nigga, cuz all my life, I been a real nigga +Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya homie too +I drop bombs I'm in the booth, in a army suit +And I'm armed to shoot, and I'mma marksmen too +And you're the target \"oops!\" +And everything get better with time, and time is forever +And mutha'fucka its my time and I'm better +[Mike Tyson talking] + +[Verse 2] + +Ho I go so hard +I'm so gone my I.D is a post card +I travel like b-ball with no calls +I play my role and listen out for the roll call +This is a movie and every movie must go off +But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg +Say what up blood, what the lick read!? +5 star general, in the 6 speed +Still hood like thick cheese, bitch please +Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze +Niggas betta trim trees +Simply shoot yours empty if b turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese +Folla me! A part of me! +Fuck around and see a whole notha side of me +I separate yo body with them hollow tips; biologist +Photographies, picture me in yo bedroom with a mask on +Pistol to yo head while you puttin' yo pants on +Peyton Manning offense, Singletary defense +Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street shit +That is how I keeps it, R.I.P Beepsy +I do it how I do it cuz I know my niggas see me +And I'mma hold it down bitch, hope that crown fit +The boy got a flow, that you can drown in +When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt +Young Carter no floss that was so raw ohw! +[Mike Tyson talking] + +My style is impetuous +And I'm just ferocious, I want to eat his heart.. +..I wanna eat his children +Praise be to Allah! + +[Verse 3] + +HAHAUHWH! +Fuckin' right I'mma monster +Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingaz or Sonia +Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E-Honda +Murk ya and da dummies dat signed ya, whats really +Are ya plastic? Gasoline on ya contract +Fuck a pen I need a match, Fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches +Yawl niggas act like a bunch of bitches, blood bitches leave ya in a tub +Blood bitches, young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols +We at yo window with SCUD missles, Young Carter! +Big nuts, and they hung further than ya father's +Hahahaha + +[Mike Tyson talking] + +You guys can't define me +I define my work as a father +I'm many things-- +You know, I'm many things.. +Ima, Ima.. Ima hellraiser, Ima father--a lovin' father +Yeah, yeah I'm pretty much Tyson1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Darkside[Intro] +Dark side, dark side, dark side +Dark side, dark side, dark side + +[Verse] +We don't like these niggas, we don't fight these niggas +We "good night" these niggas, you look like these niggas +Fu-fuck it-fuck it up, fuck 'em up +Hit him up, hunt 'em down, hurry up +Shoot him up, shut him down, shut him up +Eat her out, dick her down, cuddle up +But bitches comin' 'round with the funny love +Lick me up, lick me down, done enough +Eat her up, spit her out, bubblegum +Treat her right, treat her out, trouble come +Got some cocaine and a couple blunts +It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust +.44 plastic, the rubber bust +We don't wear masks, 'cause it must be us +I got the Holy Ghost in my Backwood +On my tippytoes and them flat-foot +Bitch pigeon-toed and her cat good +I know her pussy hole like my MacBook +She Tootsie-Roll on the black wood +Get her own page in the black book +And it's startin' to feel like I'm attached to her +If it's that good, I put a stamp to her +I'm a warlord to these fuckin' boys +Double-edged sword and a bubble, boy +I just won a war in a Hummer 'fore I'm 'bout to come to yours +Lookin' for a war, I am nothin' more than somethin' more +Than much more as the punch pour +And I slunch more with my lungs sore +I smoke you and your blunt blowers +Let's get on with it, Megatron with it +Telephone like a telethon +Bitches workin' bitches like a Peloton +Finish yellow bones dizzy, very long visits +And I'm talkin' numbers, Jerry Jones digits +I'm at home sippin', and I'm gone sippin' +Got a Draco with my arm in it +Shoot you in your heart, put some charm in it +Sorry, gotta leave your mama tormented +"Bah, bah, bah" if she commented +Cops pulled up, and they vomited +I am not finished, hope they long-winded +Money long-livin' with a strong finish +Dead presidents, wasn't born with it, I'ma die with it +I'm amor with it, didn't start livin' 'til the war ended +[Chorus] +It's wartime, wartime, wartime +Y'all lil' niggas small time +All my niggas ex-cons +And we do not fuck with y'all kind +Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime +Y'all lil' niggas small time +All my niggas done time +Or they doin' time, that's just lost time +It's still wartime, wartime, wartime +Dark side, dark side, dark side +Pull up, "Brrt," skrrt +Then we joyride 'til the car die + +[Outro] +Bitch, it's wartime (Wartime), wartime (Wartime) +Wartime (Wartime), no talk time (No talk time) +Chalk time (Chalk time), all-time (All-time), hard time (Hard-time) +Bitch (Bitch) +Dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side) +(Dark side, dark side, dark side, bitch)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hoes[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, hoes +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, hoes +Let's go! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +You gotta talk like a pimp +What's good mama, you knew better +You'd do better, who better +Than that nigga with the crisp white tee +Icy white sneaks, jeans to a fitta +You do better gettin yo ass off up in that coupe bitch +Sit yo ass on that new leather and regroup bitch +It's only me you bitch, on our way to tha stoop +I'm the Birdman Jr., you ain't know +And don't gimme that silly bullshit about you ain't, ho +I move you to my city, put yo ass in UNO +I have you looking pretty hit the ave. now get tha dough +That Gucci gon fit cha like you posed to be in pictures +I got computer love baby Wayne a change ya image +You need Weezy, them other boys just gimmicks +Me, I'm just game, green, and straight physics, Is ya wit it? +Yea, I ain't even tryin ta hit it +I'mma get it when it's time ta get it +Let's talk about +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, these hoes +I don't love 'em +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, these hoes +Motherfuck 'em + +[Break: Lil Wayne] +Ladies and gentlemen, the great Manuella + +[Verse 2: Mannie Fresh] +I got this rat named Shelly that love Makavelli +Number five combo meals and splashin' KY jelly +I have old school shorty, still drink a forty +Grab the mic, start a fight, and fuck up the whole party +Baby you should leave, adjust yo weave +That's velcro, hell no, bitch go wit Steve +I got this lead singer bitch from a popular group +I would say her name, but she bought me a coupe +Got this super ho Shawna, smell like marijuana +How she dig Lil Wayne, but she love the Big Tymers +Got pretty girl Patrice found out I'm fuckin her niece +She tried to stab me, so I grabbed her and we called the police +Mister Officer, the bitch done lost it bruh +She goin to jail, oh well, I be fuckin her +See two dyke Spanish twins nuts pressed on they chin +Will we go video, well nigga, that depends +[Chorus; Lil Wayne] +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, these hoes +I don't love 'em +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, these hoes +Motherfuck 'em + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I got old school bitches and new school hoes +Female basketball players with cornrolls +And I don't like short-haired girls, no not really +If I do, she gotta look like the old Halle Berry +Or the broke Toni Braxton, the first Lil Kim +But I still take hood rats and work with them +Put yo ass in a jag and I drop ya quick +Give ya ass a lil game, if ya smirk ya in +I'm a pimp, not a simp, like ice in my drink +And I don't think twice or blink cause I'm focused +Rollin in the whitest mink like I'm polar +Bear, yea, let down my hair +Get jazzy on a bitch like Fred Astaire +Rose gold in her face get her red as glare +My Bentley plum, my Mercedes pear +I am lookin for a freak, mama take me there, yea +[Chorus; Lil Wayne] +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, these hoes +I don't love 'em +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, these hoes +Motherfuck 'em +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, these hoes +I don't love 'em +Hoes, let's just talk about hoes +Can we talk about hoes, these hoes +Motherfuck 'em2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wayne’s World[Intro] +Ow, ow (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Yeah, yeah, Wayne's world (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah) +Let me bring you up to speed (Huh, huh, huh, huh) +It's Wayne's World + +[Chorus] +Party time excellent, I party hard (Huh) +I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Rr) +Tony Montana said, "This world is yours" +I just said, "Sure, it's Wayne's World" +Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah) +I party hard even when times is hard (Yeah) +I just go hard, party time, excellent + +[Verse 1] +Pull up on your street and that shit was Sesame +I'm with my Mexican, gang-bangin' heavily (Huh) +Throw up your set at me, that I don't recommend (Hoo) +I pull up in the Bugatti, we're not gon' bother +And in the trunk, we got the elephant (Ooh) +Know who you f'in' with, they don't know where you went +Then they won't find you until you are skeleton (Ooh) +They bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish (Ooh, ooh) +These ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements (Ooh) +Party time excellent, pardon my excellence (Yeah) +Pardon my necklace (Yeah), pardon my neck and wrist (Yeah) +Pardon my neckin' bitch (Yeah), all of my medicine +All I be askin' is, "Where the Promethazine?" +'Cause, pipe the fuck up (Yeah) +Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow +Help, I've fallen, I can't get up +I live in dark, get rich or die tryin' +Like 50 Cent, minute man (Huh) +Wish death upon me, better wish again (Huh) +Don't shoot at Maaly G, he ain't listenin' +Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, I tried to show him (Ayy) +I pull up in a Bugatti, for real +I pull up on the Ducati, one wheel (Vroom) +Then I take off on the private, the Lear +Up to the clouds until I disappear (Ayy) +Ain't where I live, it's about how I live (Ayy) +I'm outta here, me and my mama mia (Ayy) +I'm in that pussy, her ass, and it's fun +She shout in my ear, "It's Wayne's World" +[Chorus] +Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Tony Montana said, "This world is yours" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +And I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World +Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah) +I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah) +Tony Montana said, "This world is yours" (Yeah, yeah) +I said, "Of course, it's Wayne's World" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah) +Call the slimes, let's get lit (Yeah, yeah) +Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah) +Totally, Wayne's World (Yeah, yeah) +Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah) +Tony Montana said, "This world is yours," I wanted more +It's Wayne's World + +[Verse 2] +Party time excellent, I party hard +I party hard even when times is hard +I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow +Party time excellent, harder than yesterday +I gotta medicate so I can resonate +That made me featherweight, so I can levitate +Into a better place, I don't care where you stay +Better, they better, but that's how you better stay, wait (Wait) +Who's that peekin' in my window, pow, nobody now (Pow) +Two, no buss downs, one bling-bling, one bling-blaow (Wow) +Just fucked my ex, don't know why, don't know how +Play with that XBOX all night like a child +Oh me, oh wow, baby, show me around +I said, "Show me your world," I said, "Now, show me out" +Yeah, laid on that bitch, I skate on that bitch +I wave to that bitch, I gave her a kiss +Can't give her my world, but I gave her the dick +Yeah, Wayne's World +[Chorus] +I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Tony Montana said, "This world is yours" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +So I'ma make sure it's Wayne's World +Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I pull up in the Bugatti on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Tony Montana said, "This world is yours" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +And I said of course, it's Wayne's World + +[Post-Chorus] +Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah) +Call the slimes, let's get lit (Yeah, yeah) +Party time, excellent (Yeah, yeah) +Totally, it's Wayne's World (Yeah, yeah) +Party time excellent, I party hard (Yeah, yeah) +Tony Montana said, "This world is yours," I wanted more +It's Wayne's World +Party time, excellent (Yeah) +Call the slimes, let's get lit +Party time, excellent +Totally, Wayne's World +Party time excellent, I party hard +I party hard even when times is hard +I just go hard, ain't no tomorrow +This world is yours, it's Wayne's World +Party time excellent, I party hard +Tony Montana said, "This world is yours," I wanted more +Wayne's World +Party time, excellent (Yeah) +Call the slimes, let's get lit +Party time, excellent +Totally, it's Wayne's World +[Outro] +And we're out3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Peggy Bundy[Intro] +(Turn me up, YC) + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne +We took the fucking ceiling off + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Brr, hello? I thought a broke nigga said something +I let that four-nickel headbutt him +I turn lil bro to a red puddle +Chop up his dead body, he a dead puzzle +I make a pussy hole beg for me +I fucked your ho like a caveman +I make her scream like a cavewoman +All of these hoes are some head hunters +Fuck on the period, red rubbers +All of my bros are some head busters +Ruby diamonds look like red bubbles +Money jumping call it Bunny Bread +Me and money, we like bread and butter +All the blood coming from his head +He a red head, he look like Peggy Bundy + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny +Can't swap a thot for a bitty +A lot for a plenty, you know that's a stupid decision +You know that's the newest edition +Exclusive edition, you know it's the Tunechi edition +You know that the roof a decision +The coupe is on skinnies, you know that the coupe is on blades +I'ma come through sittin' on scissors +It's beautiful bitches, you too cute +Two beautiful bitches but my bitch more beautiful, bitches +Bae you too delicious, bae, I'm the key, you the ignition +And we 'bout to vroom to the finish +That's true as religion, and I'm about to do it, I did it +I got the view and the vision +The mula the mission, bow, my shooters ain't missin' +They just shootin', just swish it +Head first with it, make it make sense +With the stove in the kitchen, I'ma make it make sense +Got some hoe that be stripping, I be taking their tips +Got some hoes that got bitches, I be taking their bitch +Warranty good, make sure I get a full refund +'Fore I give her back to the streets +I act like it's sweet, I treat the Lambo like a Nissan +Treat a trap house like a beach +Forever I rep with the set in the chain +I'm cumming, I don't let her know when I came +"I love you", I don't let her know it's a game +I clutch her, I don't let her go and I fuck her +Ain't no pillow talking, ain't no discussion +But she say she gon' hold me down like a button +But I know these hoes can't hold water in a bucket +She dropping shit monthly, period, ooh +All these hoes want is material, ooh +Kobe died, shit all mysterious, damn +Broke bitches start getting weirder, damn +Broke niggas start disappearing, yeah +Rich nigga ain't miss a meal, no +Broke bitches start interfering, damn +I get high and incoherent, damn +I don't know why, bitch ask Siri, yeah +Back in my hood, niggas used to call me Fred Durst +Cause I had that rock white +She bending over but I want some head first +I came in her mouth, drops mic +I thought a broke nigga said something +I hop on my skateboard and shred something +Bust up in that dressed like a red mummy +Repping Blood gang but you bled for me, lil +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Brr, hello? I thought a broke nigga said something +I let that four-nickel headbutt him +I turn lil bro to a red puddle +Chop up his dead body, he a dead puzzle +I make a pussy hole beg for me +I fucked your ho like a caveman +I make her scream like a cavewoman +All of these hoes are some head hunters +Fuck on the period, red rubbers +All of my bros are some head busters +Ruby diamonds look like red bubbles +Money jumping call it Bunny Bread +Me and money, we like bread and butter +All the blood coming from his head +He a red head, he look like Peggy Bundy + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny +Can't swap a thot for a baddie +Hundreds and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny +You know that's a stupid decision +Hundreds and fifties, got blood on the money +Got blood on the bitches +Blood on the hundreds, blood on the fifties +Where the fuck is the ceilings?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Amen[Intro: Lil Wayne & (DJ Raj Smoove)] +Raj Smoove (Yeah) +The greatest DJ in the world (Yeah) +Ooh boy (Yes!) +We about to say a prayer for all our loved ones +I'mma call this one "Real Rap" +Anybody you lost, put 'em on your heart +Because this rap is real, you know? +Light it up for 'em +I hope you ain't too tired to cry +And I hope you know +You ain't never too alive to die, heh + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Listen, I grew up where the people call them people on us +Think we slangin', but we just got beepers on us +Grindin' all day like we got sleep insomnia +Living like the videos, write a treatment on us +Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us +Ghetto bird still shittin' on us +Government still quittin' on us +Lost a few homies, and the grief's still sittin' on us +So we got their names written on us +White folks still spittin' on us +And them bitchass police K9's teeth still grittin' on us +But we smoke, ashes still gettin' on us +Older bitches still hittin' on us +I remember well, Beezy rolled a L +Beezy ain't here — Where's Beezy at? Beezy got killed +And that was my nigga, I go way back with my nigga +But I know that's how it happened, my nigga +Shit is much deeper than this rappin', my nigga +But now they all rappin', my niggas +So now I must make it happen +So I'mma play the captain, sailboat flappin', my nigga +No fingers, I'm snappin' +Happy for my nigga Lil Tagus +'Cause even though we couldn't, the Lord saved him +Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated +Shit, found his body like a month later +Rest in peace, boy +He was a East boy, and so was Wessy West +He was a good nigga, so I know he blessed +And his daughter is a princess +This shit is harder than a bench press +But I'mma keep goin' +And I swear I got a lump in my throat +But I'mma keep on pumpin' the flow +So if I cry, don't stop the beat +I feel like my heart just stopped a beat +My nigga Lil Derek was quick to cop a ki +Either that or load the gat and go pop a G +And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine +I pray his family and his momma's fine +So much shit just sit on this mind of mine +I think about it all the time, I drink about it all the time +I smoke back to back +'Cause if my thoughts got to me, I'd be in this rap +Or I'd be in the can +Thank God I had dreams of being the man +Yeah, and fuck a man with a badge +'Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge +The 5-0 killed Naudy, good boy dead +Man, you would've thought they killed cornbread +Shot him up, face down on the lawn +Not to mention, with his handcuffs on +Not to mention, they had plain-clothes on +And the complaint goes on +But nobody do nothing about it +The jail house and the morgue is too fuckin' crowded +And hate is at an all time high +Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin' iPod +Shit, and they tried to burn my Phantom up +But I got my gun license, haha, I got my hammers up +I'm ready to shoot like a camera — +Stay still motherfucker +I'mma have to write my will this summer +'Cause if they don't kill me, I'mma kill this summer +Yeah, and you can put that on my late Father +Or my late Grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter +Or my Grandfather, Larry Balsock +The old man hustled 'til his heart stopped +And all I know of my real Pops is that he had money +No bank account, that brown paper bag money +Yeah, he might hit me off with a little brag money +But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me +But look how I turned out, I hope he glad for me +But that's why when I see him I acts mad funny +'Cause he's a joke to me +Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me +It's just me and my mama, how it's supposed to be +And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me +And I know she gets all hope from me +And I don't ever wanna see her mope for me +Hopefully, but, truthfully +There is a day that's due for me +But we gon' pray that it's as far as the future sees +You are listening to the future Weezy F. Baby +Amen +[Outro: DJ Raj Smoove] +Rest in peace to my cousin Kim Carbo +My nigga Vick +Rest in peace lil' Harold +Shoutout to my nigga Steveland! Rest in peace, pimp +Quiet Storm in the building14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Out West[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +No Ceilings 3, that's right +Featuring Young Thug, let's go + +[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Wayne] +(Thu-thu-thu, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy) +Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Oh, ayy) +I hit for a brick when & spent it on Melrose (Ohh, ayy) +I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Oh, ayy) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I might shoot up the casket +Shoot up the funeral, shoot up the pastor (Buh) +I'm boutta shoot up the set, shoot up the movie +And shoot the actor (Pew) +I'm boutta feel like the cameraman, nigga +'Cause I'm gonna shoot with a Canon (Yeah) +I got the Uzi with the banana clip +You get the fruit like you Adam, yeah +I let it ring like Saturn +Yeah, I'm talkin' rat-tat-tatta, yeah +I'm talkin' grrt, rat-tat-tat-tat-tatta +Sound like Spanish, yeah +I do the MC Hammer after they bury thеm +They get the hammеr and nails +Hair trigger, squeeze, blatt +Send 'em to Heaven quick as a bat outta Hell +Yeah, if I had Bazooka, I'd blow this whole shit up +Nina take his soul away 'cause she a soul sister +One over your head, one under your nose, nigga +If you're comin' back to life, then pull up in a Ghost, nigga +Uh, I got the Devil in me (Yeah) +I got the reverend with me (Amen) +I got your halo, I got your wings +I got your feathers with me (Yeah) +Rose petals with me (Yeah) +I got the shovel with me (Yeah) +And you in the desert with me (Huh) +Drugs, I got several in me (Yeah) +Now dig your grave all by yourself (Yeah) +I got heads on top of my shelf (Yeah) +Bitch, I got a graveyard under my belt (Under my belt, bitch) +I want you six feet under that Earth (Bitch) +I put your picture on front of that shirt (Bitch) +I let my bitch sleep in one of them shirts +And she let me piss and cum on that shirt (Bitch) +Chop his head off (Yeah) +Stop by his mom and drop his head off (Yeah, yeah) +I'm with Satan, he got on a shirt that say, "I'm with Adolf" (Yeah, yeah) +I got the Devil ridin' shotgun, Hot Boy and the cold killer +Take a picture, say, "Cheese," decompose, nigga +[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug, Lil Wayne, Young Thug & Lil Wayne] +Bitch, I got the Devil in me (Got the Devil in me) +High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me (Got Berettas with me) +Oh, and a nigga ain’t safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up (Yeah, dig 'em up) +Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (Got the shovel with me, I keep a shovel with me, oh, yeah) + +[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Wayne] +You ain't gotta do no askin' (Do no askin'), I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah I'm tryna, tryna) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, shoot up your casket, shoot up the casket) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, thu-thu-thu) + +[Verse 2: Young Thug, Young Thug & Lil Wayne] +Hit 'em in the stomach, give him hiccups (Huh) +If I had a Bazooka, I'd blow this whole shit up (Yeah) +I'm tryna take the gold off his casket +Wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose) +Ain't no tellin' what I wanna do +Man, only God knows (Woo, hey) +Shoot to the max when I pull up on you (On you) +Mad Max, I'm on one-thirty-two (One-thirty-two) +Cinemax, watch me move when I move (When I move) +I think God picked your card, man +I think he want you (Gotta go home) +Anybody with 'em get whacked (Yeah) +Every time you see me, got a Gat' (Got the Gat') +And my bitch, she a brat (She a brat) +All these hoes did that (She did) +Why the fuck these niggas did that? +Tampax Pearl, nigga, bleedin' through the jacket (Blatt, blatt) +Run up on 'em, take his racks (Blatt, blatt) +Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt +[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug, Lil Wayne, Young Thug & Lil Wayne] +Bitch, I got the Devil in me (Got the Devil in me) +High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me (Got Berettas with me) +Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up (Yeah) +Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (Got the shovel with me, I keep a shovel with me) + +[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Wayne] +You ain't gotta do no askin' (Do no askin') +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah I'm tryna, tryna) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, shoot up your casket, shoot up the casket) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, thu-thu-thu) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, yeah I'm tryna, tryna) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu, shoot up the casket, shoot up the casket) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Oh, oh, oh, oh, shoot up the casket, thu-thu-thu) + +[Outro: Young Thug & Lil Wayne] +(Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy) +Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Oh, ayy) +I hit for a brick when I spin it on Melrose (Ohh, ayy) +I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Oh, ayy) + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +No Ceilings 3, Euro, Hoody Baby, Gudda Gudda3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +California Love[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +We met at city walk, universal studios +Uhh so beautifullll +Truly cold +Shawty need a movie role +I am not an actor but I'm stickin to da script +And Tony Montana had me stickin to the blimp +But now I got an actress stickin to my hip +And she hit me with her fubbb +You can roll the credits, and shawty is my fetish +And you know I like em redish and shawty is reddish +You know I like em fast and shawty is the last number on my dash +Uh, speedin like a cop behind me +Tryna catch up wit this girl like some 57 Heinz +And you deserve lobster mami +So how bout I make reservations at crustaceans for now +Table for two, just me and you, some drinks and some food +Couple yeah I know's a couple jokes +A couple cries a couple girl I know you lying, lines +Cup of Patrón +Cup of Dom Pérignon, cup of hound +Cup of moans, couple groans +Couple ground, and we get our couple on +And her goodies so good I can't make a bad sound +And her pussy so good wish I could wear it for cologne +And her pussy so wet I wish I slip and break my neck +And I took her to Rodeo she shop all day-o +And I fucked her Hollywood ass like she was from Vallejo +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I wish they all could be California girls +California ca ca California +Man I wish dey could be Californa girls +California ca ca California +She my California love +My California love +That girl's my California love +My California love + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uhh but shawty got the nerve doe +Cuz now she telling me to stop, now she said she wanna stop +Now I'm callin one stop, where the purple? Like where the purple? +And my mama told me never hurt a woman but what if that woman hurt me +And they say love is priceless but right now it's dirt cheap +And we say we will fight this until round 13 +But just like Mike Tyson we were not sure thing +We were only biting on a dream +In that boxing ring +And in dat box is a ring... a ring +Now somebody call Don King +And tell him shawty give me back my ring +Shawty give me back my ring +And the bell went ding +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Tyga] +Uhhh my Cali's consist from Compton to the Valley +A few stallions in Rancho Cucamongo +So run those they say waitin patiently like a drumroll +From my area codes got em all from 213 310 323 +Oh, I got bad one up in Carson +Soon as we met her heart stuck, she gorgeous, I'm falling +Can't fall though never been my morals, just plenty oral +I'm young though so before we start get ready to bounce like a 6-4 +Now what's ya info? Sexy text me like using a pencil +And your friends been know, I'm real GD +Young Money baby no rental +But b4 it all end though, just remeber, I'm dat uhh +You exited on now tell ya friend to enter +Tyga manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ask Dem Hoes[Intro] +Yeaaa buddy +Weezy F. Baby Baby +Yeah, my type of shit +See, when I do what I do, I do it +I said; when I do what I do, I do it +That right + +[Verse 1] +See, she all on my dick +Cause I make a lot of money +But I don't know why +Cause she gets none; bring it back +All on my dick +Cause I make a lot of money +But I dunno why +Cause she gets none from me +She only get dick +Way down in her tummy +And she tell all of her friends +Now her friends wanna; bring it back +Only get dick +Way down in her tummy +And she tell all of her friends +Now her friends wanna fuck me +I'm lookin in the mirror +And I see a dollar sign +I had a CAT scan +And I had money on my mind +I tell a bitch +Go and get my name on ya spine +So I can feel good +When I'm hittin it from behind +I'm crack rock fresh +Baby I'm that boy +Now put me in a pot +And watch I come back hard +Yea, put me on the block +And watch I come back rich +Now she done put me in that pussy +She ain't come back since +Hah! +[Hook] +Ask dem hoes +Yea, ask dem hoes +Ask dem hoes about me +Ask dem hoes +Mmhmm +Yea, ask dem hoes +Ask dem hoes about me +I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +I'm a dog, ask dem hoes +I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +I'm a dog, ask dem hoes +Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes +Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes about me + +[Verse 2] +Hat to the side +Rims on the ride +It can't fit in my pocket +And I don't have to; hold up +Hat to the side +Rims on the ride +It can't fit in my pocket +And I don't have to cock it +Scarface, bitch +Cocaine by the pie +Got them hoes sniffin +Like them hoes about to; hold up +Scarface, bitch +Cocaine by the pie +Got them hoes sniffin +Like them hoes about to cry +Ms. MySpace +Don't blow my high +I download hard dick +To your hard drive +Then she got on her knees +That's when we locked eyes +She caught it +Like it was a routine pop fly +I'm dope boy fresh +New jeans, new everything +Them bitches want me like a wedding ring +I told her that I'm married to the money +Committed to the cash +All I see is pussy, titties, and the ass +[Hook] +Ask dem hoes +Yea, ask dem hoes +Ask dem hoes about me +Ask dem hoes +Mmhmm +Yea, ask dem hoes +Ask dem hoes about me +I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +I'm a dog, ask dem hoes +I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +I'm a dog, ask dem hoes +Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes +Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes about me + +[Verse 3] +Call me Weezy F., bitch +I'm straight from the street +The dope game is sour +And the dope is sweet +I live in the towers +Got a scope on the heat +Hit you from 100 feet +We don't even have to meet +Ya bitch love me +We don't even have to meet +But if I run into her +Believe me I will; hold on +Ya bitch love me +We don't even have to meet +But if I run into her +Believe me I will do her +And if that bitch is crazy +Believe me I will sue her +Got some hungry-ass lawyers +That will eat her up and chew her +I don't know how you love her +I wish I never knew her +She only gave me brain +She was just another tutor +She blew my whole band +I was just another tuba +Now get off my dick +And get lost in Aruba +It's money over bitches +Cash Money over bitches +Young Money over bitches +Get money from them bitches +I do! +[Hook] +Ask dem hoes +Yea, ask dem hoes +Ask dem hoes about me +Ask dem hoes +Mmhmm +Yea, ask dem hoes +Ask dem hoes about me +I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +I'm a dog, ask dem hoes +I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +I'm a dog, ask dem hoes +Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes +Bitch I'm a beast, ask dem hoes +Ho I'm a dog, ask dem hoes about me17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Got Some Money on Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I don’t be politicin', I’m not political +Fuck you talkin' about? bitch I’m Kenneth Cole +My goons masked up, Rey Mysterio +Bitch, eat somethin', I don’t like skinny hoes +I hit her from the back, she on her tippy toes +I smoke that Green Day, I’m on my Billie Joe +I’m a dog bitch: B-I-N-G-O +I’m a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga +I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, you skipped class nigga +Tell her bust that pussy open, bend it over bring it back +Get some brain out that ho and call that ho a "brainiac" + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +Fuck you talkin' about? bitch I’m Kenny Cole +I’m a dog bitch: bingo +Every bad bitch love me, I’m Young Money +Tell em pop that pussy for me, pop that pussy for me +And my niggas got the guns, they're aimin' at your skully +Tell them: "pop that pussy for me" +Pop that pussy for me ! + +[Birdman] +Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga +Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds +1 hundred +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +If you a bad bitch, say "fuck them other hoes!" +I’m in my lane bitch, you a gutter bowl +Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose +I like a pink pussy, just like a bunny nose +And we are Young Money, the untouchables +I hit her from the back, I make her touch her toes +I’m on that drink baby, I think I’m comotosed +I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful +And everybody with me strapped, tell them hoes adapt +Shoot ‘em in his head, he dead before he collapse +Young Money we the crap, no salary cap +Money talks bitch and mines yap, yap, yap +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +If you a bad bitch, say fuck them other hoes +I’m feelin' real good, Stevie Wonder-ful +And we don’t talk about it, we do it, do it, nigga +Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, nigga +Them niggas can’t see me, but I see through them niggas +And fuck the police, on or off duty nigga + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I’m on some other shit, I’m stuntin' on them hoes +Bitch I’m smokin' pot, like I’m on the stove +I’m in this bitch, bitch, I’m so Hollygrove +Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of gold +Boy, you thin crust, fuckin' Dominoes +I’m laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical +We do it real big, astronomical +I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo +Now get it poppin for a nigga, show me what you’re workin' with +I’m fly as a mothafucker bitch, no turbulence +Please know my niggas got them pistols for emergencies +I’m lookin' for a head doctor for some brain surgery +Some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes +I’m laughin' to the bank, this shit is comical +I make her fall for me, bitch, Geronimo +50 shots in a chopper, break em off proper +You niggas can’t see me, fuck yo binoculars +I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like Chewbacca +I’m runnin' this shit, I don’t even need blockers +[Birdman] +Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill +Bitch we the bidness, 5-star gangsta, moola, crazy5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Want This Forever[Hook: Drake] +It may not mean nothin' to y'all +But understand nothin' was done for me +So I don't plan on stoppin' at all +I want this shit forever mayne +I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall +And tellin' every girl she the one for me +And I ain't even plannin' to call +I want this shit forever mayne + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Shit, nigga, this what I does +I swear I ain't lyin' like this is my cubs +This is my tub and I'm dirtier than the summer, bitch +Weezy F. Baby, always lookin' like I done some shit +You ain't on nothin' bitch, better know who you fuckin' with +Try to fuck me, I'll kill you and who you comin' with +No homo, T, I had to go stupid +I'm on them high heels and I am no Bootsy +Collins Avenue, ridin' with the Phantom roof gone +Or the Maybach two-tone, and my rims are too grown +That mean they 24's boy, what are you on? +I'm richer than a bitch without the grey poupon +Yeah, I'm talkin' out of my head +I make a blue-eyed bitch just admire my red +I'm a blood muthafucka, a blood muthafucka +Forever like E-T-C, period muthafucka +[Hook: Drake] +It may not mean nothin' to y'all +But understand nothin' was done for me +So I don't plan on stoppin' at all +I want this shit forever mayne +I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall +And tellin' every girl she the one for me +And I ain't even plannin' to call +I want this shit forever mayne + +[Verse 2: Drake] +I'm so unsigned, it would blow ones mind +Cause to every single record, I am so unkind +There are no holds barred, there is no love lost +Nigga, this that crack and you know drugs cost +So P-A-Y-U-P +I don't think you'll ever find another nigga like me +Never L-I-E, I got everything I tell 'em I got +This young nigga showboat like I'm sellin' a yacht +Ya heard me? +Who else tryna smoke? Yeah, nigga, me too +Cause take my mind off the preasure is what weed do +Your girl wetter than the bottom of a ski-doo +And take a bitch from any nigga is what we do +So bite down ho, or get the right dentist +I told Wayne I'm goin' in like a life sentence +And understand I send shots at who it's meant for +Never had a mentor, copy that: 10-4 +[Hook: Drake] +It may not mean nothin' to y'all +But understand nothin' was done for me +So I don't plan on stoppin' at all +I want this shit forever mayne +I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall +And tellin' every girl she the one for me +And I ain't even plannin' to call +I want this shit forever mayne + +[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] +Put on my OJ gloves and go and kill this shit +Make a plumber throw his plunger like, "I can't deal with this shit" +They say I'm throwed off, I stay on pitch +The flow ain't formal, I don't slack on shit +Bitch I'm back on my shit like a fly +Since you wan' be fly, throw you off the roof, fly +Like Pookie, take a dookie on the rapper loose leaf +And throw his trash ass through the window like Mookie +To a shark you just sushi +You ain't hard, you're coochie, Wally Oochie +Soft as newborn booty +Said I'm movin' slow, I'm just thinkin' fast +Look back, I ain't behind you, I'm 'bout to lap your ass +And nigga I don't rest, I'm up 'til my time's up +I been a tec chef, all my beef prime cut +This ain't punch lines, nigga your punch is lyin' +Cause the only punch you ever gave was Hawaiian +[Hook: Drake] +It may not mean nothin' to y'all +But understand nothin' was done for me +So I don't plan on stoppin' at all +I want this shit forever mayne +I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall +And tellin' every girl she the one for me +And I ain't even plannin' to call +I want this shit forever mayne3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hot RevolverYoung mullah, baby +Umm, young mullah, baby + +She sayin', do you have the time +To listen to me whine +She askin', who's on the other line +You diss me everytime +I tell 'em, baby I'm a star +Shit, I'm above a star +And now, I done got so high +I did forgotten who you are +Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh, ah ah... + +Im in love with you +But I can't be with you +Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight +Right up out of town +Young mullah baby + +She sayin', do you have the time +To listen to me whine +She askin', who's on the other line +You diss me everytime +I tell 'em, baby I'm a star +Shit, I'm above a star +And now, I done got so high +I did forgotten, who you are, are, are +Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh, ah ah... +I'm in love with you +But I can't be with you +Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight +Right up out of town +Young Mullah baby +Hop up on my spaceship +Girl I gotta drop your ass off +Last night, yeah we were spaced girl +You love it, girl I gotta take off +Cause I'mma be here next week +So call your company and take off +Oh oh oeh oh oh eh... + +Cause she say "Wayne Wayne" +So she got me all impatient +Cry me a river, I can hear my conscious +While I say aloud + +Boy you got a problem +And you ain't foolin' no one +But yourself +You're like a hot revolver, hot revolver +But you ain't killin' no one but yourself +And so she's gone to party town, on her own +And you go by yourself, so all alone +I told her I can be with her +But I can't be with her +As much as she like me to +She like me too much, that's the problem +Oh my god then, shorty be wildin' +And when I say I got to leave +You wouldn't believe all of the things +That she'll do and all of the things +That she'll say to make me stay +And I be like, daaaaaammmmnnnnnn + +I been that boy for forever +I'll be back someday +But she wanna go with me to outer space +So we made love in the Milky Way and then I send her on her way +Boy you got a problem +And you ain't foolin' no one +But yourself +Your like a hot revolver +But you ain't killin' no one +But yourself +And so she's gone to party town +On her own +And you go by yourself +So all alone3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +It’s Young Money[Gudda Gudda] +I gets it in all day +In the studio all work, no play +I could pay a visit to your block all day +Fuck what ya’ll say I spit raw hard yay +Millz twisting up the sticky not that barnyard hay +We just getting to the money then get on our way +Yep, 3 whips back to back +Followed by a Cadillac +Trucks, sluts with us, fake tits and their asses fat +Gudda ain't your average cat, I’m something like a savage that +Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat +I’m sick of nigga garbage raps +I ain't bout to battle rap +Grab the gat, hit 'em in his chest make a cabbage patch +I’m after that chedder cheese nigga +Where the cabbage at? +Gudda Gudda motherfucker there’ll be nothing after that +I’m bout to go HAM on this motherfucking track +In fact I’m better than a lot of niggas better get your raps intact +See me on that big screen and think shits sweet +Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak +Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak +Or slide on a razor blade up shits creek, nigga + +[Hook - Gudda Gudda/Lil Wayne] +Uhh, I’m screaming MOB +Money Over Bullshit +Don’t bullshit me +Hello world it’s Little Full Clip Me +Got-gotta wake yo ass up, can’t let the bullshit sleep +It’s Young Money (It’s Young Money) +It’s Young Money +We take money +It’s Young Money (It’s Young Money) +It’s Young Money +We make money +Biatch + +[Lil Wayne] +I’m talking big money bitch +Hammer stay cocked like Alfred the Hitch +Take money like a pimp make money like a mint +Gettin money is the only time life make sense +People like me, but people like spiders +And spiders eat flies and you know what flies eat +And kids are the only ones that really blush +I’m real as fuck +I pull that thing and get 'em up +That bullet travel hit a gut +Then hit your fitted up +Hit your whole city up +Hit you while you laying down +Shots leave you sittin up +Run in the bathroom on your girl and get a titty fuck +Right after I bust a nut I bust the gun get rid of her +Y'a bunch of pussy’s having a pity party +My guns look like they in kindergarten +I’m the dirtiest seed in any garden +Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sergeant +The paralyzed feel me, the blind see me +And the deaf can hear me +And the smart fear me +Wh-which side you on? +Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you home +Uhh +[Hook] + +[Lil Wayne] +Eagle street where them twenty’s go for 25 +Bitch I’m a boss I got ya ho in my assembly line +Here’s Weezy F and the 'F' is for finish line +I saved us from hip hop genocide +Medication in my cup, it's cause my flow's sick +Got a syringe in my drawers, call it dope dick +And my girls say you niggas can’t fuck with me +Check my footsteps look like there was couple me’s +We ain't promised tomorrow, but I feel immortal +Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto +I’m the real Zorro, Rest in peace Toro +And when I die, bury me in all Polo +Kanyeezy’s on my feet with two pony tails +Bitch I’m hotter than going to hell +Oh well and the money is my only mail +And I’m a God sippin’ syrup out the Holy Grail +Oh well +And you ain't on shit, nigga you ain't on shit +Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch +I’m in that cherry tone six +I’m with a cherry tone bitch +And she got very strong lips +She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on bitch +And when you in my home bitch +You are coming out of your House of Dereon, shit! +Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list +I’m spittin like a long kiss +Live from the throne bitch +[Hook]9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Paper Planes remixIt's A Major Move Right Here Baby +Got Get Ready To Get Lost You Understand... + +Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin' +I run it myself like a quarterback option +I pitch 'er ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin' +She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper +See niggas trying to kick it but no I don't play soccer +I'm all about my cake, I'm trying to marry Betty Crocker +A package on the way you know my whip game proper +And off of one ki, I see seventy thousand dollars +Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint +I bet with' Yo Gotti he hit five straight points +We over here hustlin, we over here grindin +You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you +Rap bout me and a nigga might find you +Banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya +Dope game bitch, let his momma worry about him +You can holla at me, a fee! + +All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!) +And (KKKAAAA CHING!) +And take your money [x4] + +454 up under the hood with the hemi in it +Gaurantee you gon hear me way before that you see me in it (see me in it) +And when you see me you still can't see me my windows tinted (windows Tinted) +I'm a menace, yeah I admit it, but still I got the digits (Ya) +Waited till I'm outa buisness (Buisness) +Bend it like acrobatics +Boy, better mind your business +We strapped with the automatics (Bliiii!) +It's about who paper stackin +Not bout who act the baddest (Baddest) +Grams, I'm packin lincolns +I'm good with the mathematics +I got a kilo on me (On me) +I'm goin to see the homies (Homies) +Knowin if I get caught +That I'm goin to see Big Coney (Coney) +I'm goin all out (Out) +Never hustle scary (Scary) +I'm a thoroughbred (Ya) +Not your ordinary (Unn Uhh) +Bless my hustle berries (Berries) +Stricly bout ma cash (Ma Cash) +If I really need it (Need it) +I'm a wear a mask (Ya nigga) +Couple hundred slabs (Slabs) +In the paper bag (Bag) +And if we see the cops +Fuck it +Dippin on they ass +All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!) +And (KKKAAAA CHING!) +And take your money [x4] + +[M.I.A.:] +Third world democracy +Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B +So, uh, no funny business +Some some some I some I murder +Some I some I let go +Some some some I some I murder +Some I some I let go + +All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!) +And (KKKAAAA CHING!) +And Take Your Money [x4]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Birthday[Intro - Lil Wayne] +Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on +Basically +I got Streets in the booth with me +Dedication trois + +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +Now let me talk my shit +Fresh up out the water like I caught fly fish +Weezy F. bitch, I can say what I please +Swagger so cold it stay when I leave +I see you little doggs just shaking out fleas +I kill dogs like I'm making Chinese, food +Rude only when I gotta be +Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me +"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!" +Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead +Shit, like "Go, Wayne, go!" +Ice on a white tee, I make a snow angel +Y'all niggas squares, but ain't got no angle +My shit's so tight you can get strangled +It's Young Money, ain't no such thing as plain clothes +Polo jammers, Louis slippers +Call them "private plane clothes" +I'm taking off, going to another land +Call her misses, never going to another man +Shabba Ranks Weezy, muthafucker, I'm a lover man +Yeah talk that shit Tune +I gotta wipe my diamond grill with a tissue +I'm talking too much shit +I eat pussy and you suck dick +[Kidd Kidd] +They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't +The same. No homo, that's how I came in the +The game, I married Mary Jane, I seen the +Spidermane, the shit that made Pinky blow +Out the Brain brain. Told Lois Lane +I can't be a Super Mane, my whole +Suit black like bat mane and I keep that iron, mane +Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out +The game, I'm back at the halftime +Like it's just an ankle sprain +Ain't no one could do it better +More hits than Eddie Guerrerra +The flow like ? at the competitors +It's mass hysteria. Historic in +Your area, 51 alien, what planet is he from +Huh? Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the shotgun +Picture Bugz with the shotgun up to Elmer Fudd +All my thugs get dirty like we running +In the mud, we 7:30 livewires +Plug off the chain, utterly untame +Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain +Hard to come out, like a love-stain +I came from nothing, fucking calling hoes +And flying planes; who the fuck could complain? +[Gudda Gudda] +So you mad cause I'm styling on you? +Lights off, mask on, creepy siding on you +Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqó +Gudda: I'm the East gang schizo +It's no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know +How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle +How I yell a nigga but my heart dark like nut skin +Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nothing +Let me get back in it, bitch +I just go ahead first, you be on that timid shit +Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit +Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown +"Don't give me shit!" Niggas in the streets say +"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns +Like the Pentagon. I'm just eating nigga +I'm getting my dinner on +And your bitch licking: getting her lizard on + +[T-Streets] +Talk reckless, I don't give a muthafuck +I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck +Come for you and your kids like nigga what +Niggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger nuts +Young Money nigga: big dicks, big trucks +I'mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us +Go to court: the case get dissmussed +Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us +[Mack Maine] +It's Mack Maine: ain't shit to discuss +I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups +I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas like Christmas +Then turn to their female dog like "bitch, what?" +My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis +My dick big: that's why I walk like I got tendonitis +I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis +The doc said I got a case of "real" nigganitis +He ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it +See, I'm a warrior. They compare me to Leonidus +I got a set fee: I ain't about discussing prices +Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson +Wish you could see my face now +Feel like I'm poltergeisting +See me in streets, be Street Fighting like +Blanka or Bison. Slicing, dicing +Like w butcher knifeing. Wifing +Bitches? Never, that shit is trifling +Young Money the fucking nicest +Put words together like a fucking hypen +Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling +Nigga we got a lot of rappers striking +Standing by the harvest for fruit +Waiting for the fruit to ripen +We run up on niggas and jack the for their stipend +Catch me in Minnesota like I'm a Viking +I'm with every video vixen you liking +I'm the reason your bitch dyking +How I get like this? +I'll pump a nigga breaks, something like Midas +I try to be modest, nigga I'm honest +And this is what I did for my birthday, bitch +I ain't get no pussy though4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Quitter Go Getter[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Michael Phelps this for you baby + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I’m goin’ for the gold +My heart is in control, my mind is on succeed +And I am in the lead +Don’t buy into the schemes +The science or stratege +Just giant N-U-T’s brings triumph and relief +I’m reliant on redeem, inspired by the green +Never tieing off of fatigue, never defiant to my team +Never lying on the thing until I’m lying on the thing +Hooked to wires and things I’m a die as a king +If I don’t do it now I’m a try it again +And when I do accomplish it +I’m a try it again, I’m a riot insane +I’m a lion my mane hangs down to my strings +And they’re tied to the game, I stay dry when it rain +I’m tried of the fame +Got everything to gain and I’m proud of the pain +The pride and the plain, the wise and the strange +Denied by the sane besides we’re the same +Whose guiding the train, whose flyin’ the plane +Whose drivin’ the lane +Who dies when it bang, who fires when it bang +Who lies in the aim +Two lives in the drain, who cries when they sang +You hide but you can’t, you hide but you ain’t +I advise you to thank, you’ll find what you can’t +Revive what you taint, survive what you paint +Super-size what you shrank, the fries and the drank +Admired as a saint, defined by my rank, combined with my strength +My time and my length, I’m a iron out the kinks, yes I’m on the brink +And in the eye of a wink, I’m a retire in the bank yeeaahhh +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +And I’m no quitter cause I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +No I’m no quitter cause I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +Yeeaaahhhh I, I’m gon’ get it, I, I’m gon’ get it, yeah I’m gon’ get it yeeaahhh +Cause I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Sshh, victory consistantly +Train all year to be the enemy’s misery +No stress visibly, neither does it enter me +I think positively +You can’t harm me mentally +Not physically, not spiritually +You’ll never get rid of me +I am the epitome of this is what you did to me +Nothin’s what you did for me, nothin’s what you give to me +I take whatever I’m visualing +Now break all of the limiting, now shake all of the gimicking +The fakery, the trickery, nurse how sick is he, worse I’m sickening +I’ll be at the finish line first +How quick is he, I’ma make sure they mention me for the next century +I ain’t with the bickering, I’m full of dignity, I’m full of energy +Pull out the inner me or bull after dinner meat +I stood in the winter heat, it could be the end of me, but good be defending me yeeeaaahhh + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +And I’m no quitter, I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +Yeeeaaaahhh and I’m no quitter, I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +And I’m no quitter cause I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Yeaahhh I’m allergic to cheatin’ +I hate failure and I’m in love with achievement +Above and beneath it +A hug when I greet it +My eyes on the prize +And I love when I seek it +Done with the speakin’ begun with the preachin’ +Now pray until I am one with the deacon +Now play until I have won whatever we win +I play until I have won and then I re-win, yeeeaaahhhh + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +And I’m no quitter, I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +Yeeeaaaahhh and I’m no quitter +I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +I’m gon’ get it, yeah I’m gon’ get it, yeah I’m gon’ get it yeah +And I’m no quitter, I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +Yeeeaaaahhh and I’m no quitter +I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +Yeeeaaaahhh and I’m no quitter +I’m a go, I’m a go, I’m a go getter +And I’m no quitterrrrr3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lock and Load[Intro: Lil Wayne & Kurupt] +Yeah +Vibe with me, sweetheart +It ain't hard +Aww, fuck them niggas, I ain't worried 'bout them +This Cash Money, baby +You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? This Tha Carter II +Kurupt, holler at them niggas (Nigga) + +[Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne] +We won (Yeah), we won (Yeah) +And then we shot that BB gun (You know) +And they lost (Yeah), and they lost (That's right) +And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Lock and load) +We won, we won (Yeah, it's Weezy Baby, man) +And then we shot that BB gun (See, you gotta be real smooth, real slick about this here) +And they lost, and they lost (Extra gentle, on the tender side) +And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (They like it that way, hah, lock and load) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Kurupt] +Twenty-two-year-old 17th Ward vet +Life in the fast lane, little red Corvette +Little red handkerchief hangin' out the right side +Back pocket jeans fallin', cover my Evisu sign +Yep, we do shine and they gon' hate +But they hated Jesus, baby, we won't break +So we ride like four Pirellis, so secured +No security, no protectin', no comparin' +Loc-in' heavy, Ocean 11 +Aviators, vote-takers, so fakers, ah +No players, I'm Hollygrove to the heart +Hollygrove from the start, don't cross Earhart +Boulevard was the ward I come from +One-seven, one shot? Never that, blum-blum +Brr, brr, pop, pop, clap, clap +What the fuck, Hollygrove, stand up (Nigga), duck +[Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne] +We won, we won +And then we shot that BB gun (Get low) +And they lost, and they lost +And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Lock and load) +We won, we won +And then we shot that BB gun (Yeah, me and my nigga Maine is in here smokin' and laughin' at you cats) +And they lost, and they lost +And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Let's toast to how funny these guys are, we lock and load) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Kurupt] +Get 'em, get 'em, Weezy, hit 'em where you kill 'em easy +Sit 'em in the river, leave em, they find 'em tomorrow evening +Sinkin', I'm probably drinkin' that syrup +Thinkin' I won't slip, even though I'm leanin' like a broke hip +He ain't know I got the nina with the full clip +That's a somersault, backspin, full flip for ya +Push this button, I flip out and hit something +Miss nothin, I'm just bustin' until the scene clean +Twelve hundred for the jeans, stop playin' +Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants, who the man? +I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face +Knock your brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect +I strap a jet-black gat 'til the death +Tell my mama to bury me with that, no bullshittin' +My hood gettin' kinda crazy where I be +So Ronnie's with me 'cause he's the OG (Nigga) +[Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne] +We won, we won +And then we shot that BB gun (I told 'em) +And they lost, and they lost +And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Gotta duck your head, lock and load) +We won (These niggas mad), we won +And then we shot that BB gun (You know they hate you when you get money on 'em) +And they lost, and they lost (But they losin', that's right) +And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Yeah, lock and load) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Kurupt] +Fresh out the back seat of the phiggity-Phantom +The haters, I make 'em madder when I wave at 'em like, "What up?" +If it ain't 'bout money, I keep goin' +I'm tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn, but fuck +Them boys, I got the shotty on my arm +If them boys run up, I leave they bodies on the lawn +And duck the fuck outta there, 'cause baby, it's outta there +If this was a movie, it's time to roll the credits, cut +It's all over, all of your brains is all over the motherfuckin' block, I'm a motherfuckin' rock +Hardbody, Eagle Street, seventeen shots +Night vision, double clip, hot steady beam Glock +Pop, drop, little man, drop +This is not for little bitches, you man or a fox? +I'm layin' in the drop, thinkin' of more money +Cash Money, Young Money, take money, your money (Nigga) +[Chorus: Kurupt & Lil Wayne] +We won, we won +And then we shot that BB gun +And they lost, and they lost +And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (Yeah, lock and load) +We won, we won (You know, I thought they knew it was really real, Daddy) +And then we shot that BB gun (Yeah, homeboy) +And they lost, and they lost +And we took they shit, now it's time to floss (My motherfuckin' wristband was three hundred dollars, no lie, lock and load) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Dolce & Gabanna +They should pay me for sayin' that shit +So is my jeans +They wasn't three hundred, but they Dolce too +Yeah +Mhm +We won, motherfucker, we winnin' over here +That's right, hey +Somebody call Gordon, tell him pull up front +Open the doors, suicide 'em +Let's ride out +If you got money, you know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout +If you don't, keep thinkin' +If you can do that +Your losing streak is goin' up +Why? 'Cause we here +And I'll fuck this up today, straight up10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +A Dedication[Andre 3000] +This just my interpretation of the situation + +[Lil' Wayne] +And this is my dedication +What's poppin’ dedication 4 ho (D4) +And this is dedicated, first off +To my city +The lost city of New Orleans +But umm, I wanna speak to my city +And I wanna let ‘em know that +We can’t be lost for long +And we damn sure can’t be lost forever +So it's time we find ourselves +Within all that water +Within all that dirt, within all that blood, within all that pain, within all them cries +It’s time to find ourselves, New Orleans +Because memories are everything +And when I say memories are everything +I mean it’s important what you are remembered by +And trust me. I, you, we +Don’t wanna be remembered as the lost city +I’d rather be remembered of the city that found glory after all that tragedy +Strength, yea +Also I built that skate park down there and get them kids off the streets +You’re welcome +But umm, we gotta get up man +Fuck it +Rise above it +So a lot of people ask me +What you gonna do for your city? +I be like motherfucker, you ain’t hear what you just said? +What you gone did for your city? +Motherfucker, that’s my city +Therefore I still got family members in that city mane +What the fuck I’mma do for them? +You know what I mean? +And I do my best, trust me +And that’s what the fuck I do for my city +I do this right here for my city man +That’s what the fuck I do for my city +I do me for my city +So therefore I am remembered by my city +Ya dig? + +And this is also dedicated to +Them bitch niggas +You ho niggas, you pussy niggas +You broke niggas yea +Fuck you with a sig dick +Pause +I can’t stand you pussy ass niggas + +And this also dedicated to the bad bitches +First off, them chocolate women +I know I talk about them yella bitches in the real bits all the time +But um this dedicated to them chocolate women +Ya dig? I ain’t say bitches or hoes +Not how it seems like +Yea +And this is dedicated to them yella bitches and them red bitches +Know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout? Ugh +It’s also dedicated to my niggas, my homies +They still pump that bass +Fool nigga to dick nigga +Wuchu gonna do about that? +It’s dedicated to all my motherfuckin’ niggas that’s fuck this with me +Pause +Been down on me since day one +Nigga they been down on me since day two +Nigga they’ve been down on me since today +This love nigga + +And this song’s also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out with this mixtape +My nigga Mike Bailey +My nigga Young Jeezy +Jae Millz +J Cole +J Gutter +Real Flow, Lil' Mouse +The beautiful Nicki Minaj +DJ Drama +My nigga Tez Poe, Mack Maine +Know what it is +Stunna Man +All young money, cash money man +It’s also dedicated to my skatin’ niggas +Truk fit, truk the world +Fyber O, DJ Crack +Know what it is +Supra +All that shit +Shout out to the hoes skatin’ world +I appreciate you all for acceptin’ a real nigga +Bustin’ my ass and shit but um +Pause, I get it +We that shit nigga +Fuck wrong with you? +And this also dedicated to you +Whoever you are +Wherever you are +However you are +I hope I’m remembered +D4 ho +Rest in peace Chris Lighty3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bang Bang[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Bitch! +The Aphilliates, nigga, holla at your boy +Uh-huh +DJ Drama! +My lip all fucked up +You probably could hear it, like, on my P's and my B's, but it's cool, fuck it +Gangsta! +Get 'em! + +[False Start: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Shooting 'til my motherfucking hand fall off +You're track stars; the gunshot ran y'all off (Gangsta!) +I pop like a soda, watch the can fall off +I can kill y'all and y'all boss (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! Oh!) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Shooting 'til my motherfucking hand fall off +You're track stars; the gunshot ran y'all off +I pop like a soda, watch the can fall off +I can kill y'all and y'all boss (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Shotguns, handguns, louder than a band drum +You fucking with the drum major, let me play you the anthem (Oh!) +Bang-bang-bang-bang, call it heavy metal +I say, "Bang bang," bitch, I make you feel every letter +B-A-N-G, B-A-N-G +G-A-N-G, we spray then leave +We play when we—no, we play N-E- +V-E-R; C-P-R +Doctor Carter, are you the disease, boy? +Young Money, motherfucker, *these* these boys +Bitch is you crazy? We's retards +Watch Nina, Mac, and Tommy have a brief ménage +Like: (Gangsta!) (*bang-bang*, *bang-bang*) +Hehe! Like: (*bang-bang*, *bang-bang*) (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Hehe, yeah! Soulja Boy on the beat +But you can call me Chef Boyardee +'Cause I'ma heat this shit, and I'ma eat this shit +Planet Earth is my toilet, you're beneath this shit +Then I flush and wipe my ass; gunslinger like a pass +I cock back and throw a bomb—now, Hail Mary +You tale-fairy, fairytale, very frail +And yeah, we got them hammers, tryna hit every nail +Let them sail up the river with that ho shit +Or leave them face-down in the fucking ocean, yeah +I ain't on no other shit, bitch, I'm on some more shit +That, "Hello, how you doing? I am at your front door" shit +That, "Aww, naww, he got a gun! Oh shit!" ... shit +Shit +[Verse 2: Jae Millz] +Okay, it's Young Money, what you know 'bout it? +The semi-auto'll rip open your body and tear the soul out it +And all that fronting shit, nigga, I don't know about it +Call me Master Jae, bitch, I'm so 'bout it +Even my ho 'bout it, and don't doubt it +'Cause we both a-be Angelina-and-Brad'-ing +Spazzing and blasting, blasting and ratatat-ing +And nah, I don't cook, but like potatoes, I a-mash 'em +I don't give a fuck about your money or your fashion +Shots through the window of your brand-new Aston +You get out, try to run, now your chest where them bullets crashing +Pine box niggas, no crutches, no casts, and +No wheelchair, just the two-door, long, black wagon +Flowers on the side, and four wheels to steer +I ain't never scared, and I ain't never care +So fuck what they doing over there, I'm doing it here +You're nothing like me, fuckboy, don't be outlandish +We gorillas in the mist, y'all just some "Kung Fu Pandas" +Sweet like Fantas, ha +My blood is the same as Bruce Banner's, hit record on the cameras +Motherfuck all the bullshit and antics +They saying, "He ain't gotta get a clearance from Wayne" +That's a disadvantage +Being broke is a foreign language for me, like Spanish +Musically, I direct thrillers, call me John Landis +[Break: Jae Millz, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Hahaha +Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! +Fuck that nigga in the red jacket, nigga +Gangsta! +Gangsta Gri-Zillz! + +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +It's the 5-0-4 slaughterhouse bloodbath +Lil' nigga stand tall like a gi-raffe +One-man gang, animal, cannibal +Eat rappers for dinner, my nickname "Hannibal" +Guns for days, I show you what this cannon do +Hit you and split your motherfucking man in two +I grab the chopper southpaw, that’s how I hold the toy +I aim and crank that bitch like Soulja Boy +I’m in the streets one-deep, I can hold my own +And shit, it’s only one seat, and I control the throne +Look, bitch, I’m on my crazy-ass shit +You see the gun poking out like Sheneneh lips, yeah +Watch your lips when talking +'Cause I be on your grave, nigga, leaking in your coffin— +Rest in piss! When I die, let me rest with clips +Rambo, I’ma go on my Sylvester shit, bang!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Magic[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] +I'm ready, I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow! +Rest in peace, Pimp C! Yeah! +Gangsta Gri-zillz! +Lemme spark up first +A dedication! +I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow! +Rest in peace to Kid Stewart (Trendsetter!) +Rest in peace, Pimp C, yeah! +Rest in peace, my nigga [?] +Gangsta Gri-zills! +Lemme spark up first +Let you know what the fuck is going on (D3!) +Dedication 3 +Count it +1, 2, 3 (Dramatic, nigga!) +DJ Drama! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, money make Weezy; Weezy makin' money +I keep my dick in my pants, but them hoes take it from me +I go to sleep on Monday, and I wake up Sunday +I go to sleep with money and wake up with money +Man, I'm on 'bout five of 'em +My girl so thick, you can see her ass from the side of her +Haha +Your girl just came in her booth +Somebody better get her a flammable suit +I got that bitch jumping like a kangaroo +Ain't a thing to do but bang and screw +I live in the cloud like the angels do +Hey, traffic, let my Vanquish through (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) +Hey, ma, this what I think of you +I wanna fuck your head off and fuck your ankles loose +Then drink the juice, I'm danger-oose +I got her clothes falling off like the hanger loose +Mm, I be the monster in her closet +She wanna go to Mars, I tell her, "Hop on top my rocket" +Five, four, three, two, one, takeoff +John Travolta with the head, I suck your face off +Tell your man, "Take that cape off" +I put his ass in the pocket like the eight-ball +Wait, y'all, I've never been tall +But if I stand on my money, I'll be with God, ha +Like "Hallelujah, baby!" +It's—It's Young Mula, baby +[Break: Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda] +Hahahaha +Y'all niggas stupid +Alright, look, ugh + +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +Young Gudda +Put the gun to your head, make it pop like a bubble +When I pop off, you in trouble +Gat to your waist, click-clack, niggas' fucking knees buckle +Look at these suckas (Gudda!), talking this bullshit +They don't know Gudda got a full clip, and I pull shit +Leave your stupid ass wet like a pool, bitch +I don't bullshit, no +Leave a bitch nigga stinking like bullshit +Gudda ain't the nigga you should fool with, no +These niggas know me, nigga, knife like Shinobi, nigga +Hahaha + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Heh, your mother owe me, nigga +Your brother pay me, nigga, your sister lay me, nigga +And I made your wife suck my Weezy F. babies, nigga +I'm still a crazy nigga, fucking right, I'm wildin'! +Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars! +Nigga, I ain't even gotta rhyme! +Nigga, I just made a hundred fucking million dollars!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ain’t Got Time[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Full of vanilla, flyin' over chocolate mountains +I stare at the Pacific while I'm smokin' on a kilometer +The feds, they hot on us, one hundred on the thermometer +They raided my private plane, I went got one that's more privater +R.I.P. Juice WRLD, wrote that on two cups +Cuz pour out a lil' juice for him, shit gave me goosebumps +Nigga been through too much, lookin' in the rearview to see the future + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And that just don't sit right +Living like I can't die, Bumbu in me +FBI arrest me, why? +They can't nail me so thеy just screw with me +I just try, try to hide +Somеtimes it's hard to find time to be the good guy and still be someone +Enjoyin' my good times more than sometimes, and I just hope + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I don't get time 'cause I ain't got time +I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies +Where am I? +I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much on my mind +I don't get high, I got high +I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies +Where am I? +I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +But sometimes I'm at home and I gotta focus (Gotta focus) +I told bae, "Someday, I could be gone, and you might have to post up" +Fuck what I'm talkin' 'bout, I run my mouth too much +Got too much on my mind, think about too much +Said, "It's our time to shine," then the clouds blew up +She said, "You better lock me down 'fore they lock you up" + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And that just don't sit right +Living like I can't die, codeine in me +Just look through my girl contacts +I don't know what she see in me +I just try, try to hide +Sometimes it's hard to find time to be the good guy and still be someone +Enjoyin' my good times more than sometimes, but I just hope + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I don't get time 'cause I ain't got time +I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies +Where am I? +I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much on my mind +I don't get high, I got high +I was high as fuck yesterday, damn, time flies +Where am I? +I admit I can't live when I think too much, too much +[Verse 3: Fousheé] +Oh, yeah +Can't get a plane off the ground, I feel, sometimes +But even the weights get to bask in the sunlight +Are you really listenin'? We're waitin' for the punchline +Is anyone listenin'? I'm waitin' for the punchline +But I just don't have the time +Watch the flash, don't blink your eye +But my head hurts, ooh, don't lie +But I'm think I'm livin' right +But some shit just don't sit right +Shit just don't right +But some shit just don't sit right +It just don't sit right + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +And that just don't sit right +Living like I can't die, codeine in me +Just look through my girl contacts +I don't know what she see in me +I just try, try to hide +Sometimes it's hard to find time to be the good guy and still be someone +Enjoyin' my good times more than sometimes, but I just hope9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro (Disc 1)[Intro] +Uh... +Hello +New mixtape, bitch, called Da Drought 3 +Hahaha! +Yeah +This—This—This—This was—This was was s—supposed to be the intro but... +Hahaha +I guess I'ma gon... Um... +Do what y'all came here for +Yahh +Yee-ah + +[Verse] +Rasta, dem king of the jungle +Dreadlocks swing down mi back like Rapunzel +Mi bredren sling dem pack in a bundle +We-a take ya ting, sell it back to your uncle +And we-a make it rain 'til our dances to come true +We-a make it rain 'til ya better bring a swim suit +Alone when I cyame, but I'm leaving with dem two +Gyals give me brain, give me brain like Temple +And him got game, game sharp like a pencil +And if you want fromage, we can crash like a cymbal +Look pon me window, ah mi new sports coupe +Twelve horses in the hood, sitting on horseshoes +Come from the land dat Jesus walk through +Sacrifice me life, man, I bleed for mi own crew +Dem no wanna rum-rum with me, dem no want to +Murder dem and di family dem belong to +Gangsta, dem know I run the street like the car do +You can haffi leave me or dearly depart you +Hip hop is mine now, mine—what ya gyan do? +I can jump on any nigga song and make a Part Two +Playtime for me, 'cause see, to me, they are cartoons +How come every joint be on point like a harpoon? +How come every bar stand strong like a barstool? +How come every line so raw, you gon' snort two? +Murder dem, man, I murder dem +Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem +Man, I murder dem, man, I murder dem +Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem, ha! +[Outro] +Yeah! +And that is why I'm hot! +Hahahahaha +Ahh +It's Da Drought 3, welcome! Have fun!5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drowning[Intro: DJ Drama & Yaj] +A Dedication +Rest in peace Fredo Santana +Say that she used to be a lifeguard +Say that she [?] drown + +[Chorus: Yaj] +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Don't ask me for shit but this blunt or this dick +Fake love in the air, love bugs turn to ticks +That's more than enough, Pink Floyd in the cup +Brrrrrp, I always pick up, 'less she callin' my bluffs +Smell it, like it, buy it, light it, hit it +Mix it with some molly now we gettin' scientific +Bought another house just to put more pots to piss in +Bitches got they hands out +I shake it like we just did business, this just business, wait +Oh my God, I'm drowning in her kidneys, she like +(Oooooohhh) I just listen +And the higher notes she hit it, I know I sound like a grizzly +And the cocaine look like crystals, that's that white girl, call her Chrissy +Hol' up, listen, see, you fuck it all up, you put that wall up +You feelin' yourself, but I can't hate, 'cause you got that soft touch +Okay, you standin' in rain and driftin' it +You lookin' for change but penny pinch +You swallow your pride, I'm sippin' it +You drown in your tears, I swim in 'em, 6 shit +[Chorus: Yaj] +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds + +[Verse 2: PoppyH] +I'm off the codeine refill my cup +Robotic coupe while I'm pullin' up +Was feelin' down so I spiked my cup +Was in need of you so I hit you up +Hollywood, I'm in a loft +Catchin' plays, Randy Moss +Bag 'em up, ship 'em off +Fuck the law, what's the cost? +Please don't be freaks on me, ooh get the snakes on me +Been "What's the cost?" Get 'em in, get 'em off +Pop a perc I take off +Got a bitch [?], then she claim she from Mars +That bitch a liar, though +Say she a rider, bro +Say that she also a model, bro +Say that she used to be a lifeguard, savin' you +You don't see me drownin' hoe +[Verse 3: Marley G] +Marley don't shoot 'em, but I still keep a chopper on me +Trap in silence, if they want you know that I'm a-(ooh) +Niggas hatin', debatin', don't wanna see me prosper +My flow is ill as fuck, niggas better call a doctor +Over when the fat lady sing done sing like an opera +Back in the G, I was flippin', runnin' through the projects +In the backyard with Tune ballin' in a pair of Balmain's +Last time I bought my bitches, I swear I love 'em all, mane +I be high as fuck, I be fly as fuck +My bitches is nasty, fuckin' her from the back, she callin' me daddy +With two in Miami, all for the family, do it for granny +I go with my move, nothin' to prove +Droppin' Choos, wearin' jewels +Couple thou' on the shoes +Shawty wet like a pool +Bitches see me and they drool +We don't [?] +YM, never lose +It's my time, no snooze +It's my time, no snooze +YM, never lose, yeah + +[Chorus: Yaj] +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +The craziest place I've ever seen a Lil Wayne tattoo on someone is... you ready? So, I'm 'bout to explain it, um... inside the lips of their pussy. Um, that's just the craziest place. So like, even when you see the pussy, she can show any man her pussy, he won't see it. She has to literally open her pussy up for you to see the name. Shout out- shout my homegirl, that's my homegirl, one time for her. I love you, girl. What's the craziest place I haven't seen a Lil Wayne tattoo is when people come up to me and say "You know I got your name on me, but, like, I can't show you right now 'cause I'm in work," or, "I can't show you right now 'cause," whatever. You ain't got my fuckin' name on you, shut the fuck up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +1 Night Only[Girl] +I have no doubt, that I could love you forever +The only trouble is, you really don't have the time +You got one night only [x5] + +[Lil Wayne] +And when they see me, they C-3 baby + +She marks her calendar, reschedule every plan +She knows when I'm coming, she's more than a fan +She got my tour dates, she also got a man +But even homie gotta understand +She got (one night only [x2]) +And no one gon take it from her, nothing's gon' make her miss it +And when I go she'll miss it +But she'll never forget that (one night only [x2]) +Next day another city, she's never coming with me +I'm nothing more than memories +Memories she keep forever +She always dream about me, wish she could sleep forever +She get her fit together, she get her shit together +After my concert, she wanna get together +I get her on my bus, we chill and sit together +She has no curfew, I can take the bitch wherever +Come off a bit respectful, I'm on a different level +I got her feelin special, then she remember +She got (one night only [x8]) +[Lil Wayne] +But I can make you love me forever +Baby I can make you love me forever + +Now all the hoes hate her, the dudes wanna date her +Her nigga saw her leave, she deal with him later +Right now she with the greateast, I'm even homie's favorite +How could he even blame her, she doin him a favor +She let that nigga love her, she let that nigga save her +But when I come she let a nigga take her +Take her for (one night only [x2]) +She turnin off her phone, she turnin off her pager +Tell hime that shit on roam, that nigga goin in labor +(one night only [x2]) +These niggas hate the game, but they can't block the layup +And she go home to him, he sicker than a patient +He waitin at the table, no breakfast at the table +He ask her where she been, she say stop trippin it was (one night only [x8]) + +[Lil Wayne] +But I can make you love me forever +I can make you love me forever, yeah + +[Lil Wayne] +Them older bitches jealous, say she's a groupie whore +But every woman in this world was you before +See everybody wish to porn that superstar +But when it come true, how true you are +You got the (one night only [x2]) +See, I can't be her man, and she can't be my girl +Oh, but we fuck like it's the end of the world +And we got (one night only [x2]) +I got a wife, she knows, my wife ain't on the road +When she come to my room, she take off all her clothes +Say anything goes, tomorrow same clothes +We probably order movies, we probably lay together +But we can't stay together, that's when I gotta tell her +[Girl] +I have no doubt, that I could love you forever +The only trouble is, you really don't have the time +You've got one night only [x4] + +[Lil Wayne] +Yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dipset[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Oh, yeah +Cut the music up in the phones, Drew +My hair is blocking 'em +My shit growin' like my money (The Runners!) +Haha! Let's go +Yessir! + +[Hook: Cam'ron sample] +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh... I'm so DipSet, DipSouth Baby +If you don't like it, nigga, fuck you with a AIDS dick +I hope you die 30 times, nigga, murder moms +No fast talk, I'm on that syrup, I'm on that turtle-time +If Killa say the nigga dead, then a nigga dead +If Stunna say the nigga dead, then a nigga dead +VIP, we be then niggas banging in the red +Don't drink Cristal no more, just pour it on white bitches' heads +This ain't no Tommy Hilfiger, this that Polo, ho +We are the biggest group alive to get that solo dough +And we gon' get that dough until they say there's no more dough +I smoke a ounce, I got that bounce, I got that pogo flow +Just shot a video with R-uh Kelly, but no homo, though +Really didn't wan' do it, but I fuck with T.S. and Fat Joe-Joe though +I am a robot, and this robot is on overload +And bitch, I always will be hot like I'm an overcoat +[Hook: Cam'ron sample] +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Um... Dollar after dollar, holler at your guala +I'm rolling like the Stones, I need a water bottle +And if you need a pill, T-Streets and Carter got 'em +Supply the whole party, we got the party popping +We in New Orleans popping, we way in Harlem popping +In California popping +Them Ed Hardy-rocking skinny whores with all them problems +Bitch, you can eat these pills and chill and tell me all about 'em, shit... +Hold up, my heart is knocking, don't worry. water stops it +Hold up, your mouth is dry, don't worry, water mops it +I got a great idea: We should have sex +Bitch, I'm like Dante Hall: I just throw up the X +My dick be still hard, I be so up for next +That's when you slip up and fuck around, and fuck your ex +That be that bullshit, but it's the fucking best! +I get her to pop a pill, and come and fuck the set +And I fucking rep! +[Hook: Cam'ron sample] +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! +I get on extra grind, when it's reppin' time +When it's reppin' time, when it's— when it's— Reppin' DipSet! + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +DipSouth +You dig?2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Got No Ceilings[Intro: Lil Wayne] +No Ceilings +Haha! Yeah! + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Party on the beach, p—party on the beach +Party animal, they done let me off the leash +I got my weed from the West +My pills from the East +And two bottles of Goose—that's "geese" +Haha! + +[Hook: Mack Maine] +No Ceilings (No Ceilings, motherfucker!) +Tonight's gonna be a good night (Yeah!) +Tonight's gonna be a good night (Young Money) +Tonight's gonna be a good, good night (Haha! I like this) +No Ceilings (Yeah!) +Tonight's gonna be a good night (Yeah) +Tonight's gonna be a good night (Yeah) +Tonight's gonna be a good, good night (Ahem) +No Ceilings! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tonight’s the night, I’m high as height +Ugh, I’m young and restless, I shines my guiding light +And, um, I’m living right, yeah, my health alright, huh +My money good, and my girl a dyke, shit +Let’s live it up, yeah, no dying down, yeah +Yeah, let’s shoot the bar; sh— shit, I’ll buy the rounds, hey +I’ll take the shots, chyeah, I’m bulletproof, yeah +Nike, "Just Do It," I do what it do +I was drinking before I came; when I got here I did the same +I don’t like beer—I like champagne; so, cheers to Lil Wayne +And if she think she get my number, just hope my number don’t change +G—G—G—G—Girl, stop playing, I got that pussy on a string +Now, let’s do it +[Bridge: will.i.am & Lil Wayne] +Let’s do it (Hahaha!), let’s do it +Let’s do it, let’s do it (No Ceilings) +And do it, and do it +Let’s live it up (Yeah) +And do it, and do it +And do it, do it, do it (Hahaha) +Let’s do it, let’s do it +Let’s do it (Young Mula, baby!) + +[Hook: Mack Maine] +No Ceilings, woo-hoo! (Ha!) +Tonight’s gonna be a good night (No Ceilings) +Tonight’s gonna be a good night (Motherfucker) +Tonight gonna be a good good night (Young Money) +No Ceilings, woo-hoo! +Tonight’s gonna be a good night (Now, I’m 'bout to really go in) +Tonight’s gonna be a good night (I’m going in!) +Tonight’s gonna be a good, good night (Scoob, I see you!) +No Ceilings + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Okay, kush got my Dutch fat as fuck; Weezy F.—I’m bad as luck +I’m already at the top, I’m 'bout to pull the ladder up +Flow crazy, I need a counselor; I’m hip-hop’s announcer +I’m in the gun club—do you want to meet the bouncer? +Been a beast, and still, I am; now, I rock, and still, I jam +Few niggas with me got that white girl like will.i.am +Look up, bitch—ain’t no ceilings +See me at the top, controlling things +Anybody beat—it's a motherfucking murder scene! I do it! +[Bridge: will.i.am & Lil Wayne] +Let’s do it, let’s do it +Let’s do it, let’s do it +And do it, and do it +Let’s live it up +And do it, and do it (Yeah, haha) +And do it, do it, do it +Let’s do it, let’s do it (No Ceilings) +Let’s do it (Motherfucker!) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +Yeah! +Shout-out to the Black Eyed Peas +Woo-hoo! +No Ceilings, motherfucker +Young Mula, baby! I’m gone5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dipset 2[Lil Wayne] +Kush, good kush, yup +Weezy, dip dip, Wayne set set +And I grip Tecs, leave 'em water bed wet +And I know just where to put these hollow tips +His chest, his chest, his chest + +Yea, ayo, I take on a gang of gangs, anything, animal, orangutans +Gorillas turn to Bathing Apes, when I make it rain +I got a whole collection, I got a dope connection +I got a coke connection, I got a dough infection +No homo, my flow is as hard as an erection +So that's why it's "fuck the world" with protection +Haha, pay attention to the lecture +My words carry life, like a stretcher +Yeah, you know young Wayne in here +Smellin' teen spirit, like Kurt Cobain was here +Yeah, yeah, we got them thangs in here +And we will bang in here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +And the bank is here Lincolns here +Grants is here, Jacksons here, Franklins here, them dead motherfuckers +And the drank is here, dank is here, stank in here +Gangstas here, wankstas fear... that red motherfucker +And my city hot, ride with the itchy cock +Coupe with the titties pop, motherfuck a city cop +And I got the hater like, when will he stop? +Maybe a minute after never, set ya clocks +I'm a nut case, Uptown my birthplace +They feel me coming like the weekend on Thursday +We got Vegas chips, nigga bet bet +I hope you boys ready, because I'm jet set +And when I come up in the building, you already know bitch wet +Bitch wet, bitch wet, fuck now +Hahaha +Yes, um, gloves, draws, socks, tees +All made by Ralph Lauren +No shades, just my eyeballs watching them +Tattoos on top of them +Igloos for watches and champagne for breakfast +And sports car for lunch and pussy for dinner +I eat rappers and call it pussy for dinner +Yea, ask the paparazzi, I'm in the Maserati +Ridin shotty, bad bitch, Clyde and Bonnie +I call her Kami, that short for kamikaze +She call me Daddy, and never short with Daddy money +It's Weezy Baby, shine like a brass monkey +I'm never broke, never have a cast on me +Always paid, always got cash on me +I gotta feed, the pockets in my pants hungry +I'mma Phantom hauler, a shooter, not a brawler +And your girlfriend's a determinded Carter caller +Control a bitch and let a nigga hold a bitch +I put her on the corner shit, I let her make a porno flick +She will play the role again, whenever she roll again +Pop a pill, then roll again, now we on the road again +Yea, I work her, work her, tell her be my slave +Bitch I'm paid, out my cage, I just Can't Feel My Face +With Santana, we well riders, like Al Qaeda +Supreme Da Da, Young Moolah, Bird Junior +Yea.. ha1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +2 Hot for TV[Intro: DJ Drama] +Baby, this dedicated to you +'Cause you make it look so good +So easy + +[Pre-Chorus 1: Lil Wayne] +She said, "I love you Tunechi," I said I love me too +She said, "Can I come through Tunechi?" +Bitch, come through, we through +And I'ma go plum dumb in it and we all need fruit +She said, "Babe, you so crazy and I'm your crazy glue" + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Because you make it look good, make it look easy +I never come down, I'm too high to see me, hold on +I make it look good, I make it look easy, yeah +I never cool down, I'm too hot for TV, hold on +She make it look good, she make it look easy, yeah +She never come down, she never come easy, no +We make it look good, we make it look easy, yeah +We never cool down, we too hot for TV + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Cut all my exes off, higher than cholesterol +Tried to play professor and the bitch take a semester off +Wishing on a superstar, trippy life is too bizarre +Quickie in my roofless car, bust a nut and blew the horn +When she snort this Loius Vuitton and she keep the new ones on +Life in living color, she the one I spend them blue ones on +And it's right where you belong, girl, he make you Uber home +When he calls she threw the phone, I just cut the music on +Waiting for some Dominos, listenin' to some Commodores +Acting like some carnivores, after that we comatose +I ain't tryna bullshit my baby and she know me better +Told her, more money, more Prada, and the more the better +[Pre-Chorus 2: Lil Wayne] +She said, "I love you Tunechi" +I said I love me too +She said, "What you up to, Tunechi?" +I said, "That's up to you" +She said, "I don't want much Tunechi" +I said, "And you'll need two" +She said, "Babe, you so crazy and I'm your crazy glue" + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Because you make it look good, make it look easy +I never come down, I'm too high to see me, hold on +I make it look good, I make it look easy, yeah +I never cool down, I'm too hot for TV, hold on +She make it look good, she make it look easy, yeah +She never come down, she never come easy, no +We make it look good, we make it look easy, yeah +We never cool down, we too hot for TV, hold on + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Your ex, he so petty, fast food to her veggie +Gas you with unleaded, I had to 211, yeah +Now you're too hot for TV, but I tell you don't sweat it +Don't wax or trim them edges, I treat that bush like Reggie, yeah +But I don't smoke no Reggie, I give her Coke, no Pepsi +And her best friend a lesbian and I want more affection, yeah +Been fucking on the legend, the Michael Jackson, Jesse +Lil Tunechi, Elvis Presley, Hendrix, future, past or present, yeah +I'm too hot for TV, too high for my exes, I'm rated triple x's +Too much drugs, sex, and weapons, yeah +And I'm too high to see me, diamonds shine in 3D +No Fugazi CZ, y'all boys really PG, damn +[Verse 3: Lil Twist] +I make it look good, I make it look easy +I get it from Weezy, been too hot for TV +She said I love you Twizzy, I said I love me too +Now bring that big ass over here and come do what we do +She pull up on the kid, she suck my dick and try to kiss it +I told her, "Hold it", call her friends +If they ain't fucking, can't get in +I fuck her on the kitchen counter, drop my kids off on that chin +I tell her face down, ass up, I wear it out like a new trend, oh shit +Lil Twist, drop a four, four, four +Fuckin' crack down on the Act +I'm sippin' slow, slow, slow, yeah +I'm a lil freak on my camera shit +I got that Hannah Montana, bitch +Pull out my dick, can you handle it? +Then + +[Pre-Chorus 3: Lil Wayne] +She said, "I love you, baby," I said I love me too +She said, "Can I come through, baby?" +Bitch, come through, we through +I'ma go bananas in it, you know we all need fruit +She said, "Babe, you so crazy and I'm your crazy glue" + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Because you make it look good, make it look easy, yeah +I never come down, I'm too hot to see me, hold on +Make it look good, make it look easy, yeah +I never cool down, I'm too hot for TV, hold on +She make it look good, yeah, she make it look easy, yeah +She never come down, she never come easy, no +We make it look good, we make it look easy, yeah +We never cool down +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Don't I make it look good? +Don't I make it look easy? +I could never come down +I could never come down, no +Don't she make it look good? +Then she never come easy, no +We could never cool down +Too hot for TV, yeah +That's some sick shit + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Skateboarding these days is going awesome. Umm, new tricks I've landed. Umm, y'all don't really know nothing about that shit. When I say "y'all", umm, I don't mean none of my fans, I don't mean people who don't skate, I don't mean people who do skate. It's just a lil, you know what I mean, it's a skate thing. You run into a skater, he, he or she, they'll run into ya and let you know what I mean. We always think that y'all don't know what the fuck we talking about. But uh, you see how I put myself in that "we", like I'm a real skater? It's all good though, shout out my skaters! +Umm, yeah, it's going well these days. I'm 'bout to drop a new part. I don't even know if you know what a part is. But I'm about to drop a new part and you'll see the tricks that I've learned. And uhh, when I learn some new ones, I'm not gonna tell you what they are because if I drop another part, then I already told you what tricks I learned. You gon' be waiting to see them shits. So, you know, now that go. You run into a skater there2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Mercy[Hook] +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down + +[Verse 1] +Undisputed, Tunechi +Let's talk some sports, baby, I know my sports, baby +From the field, arena, octagon, to the court, baby +The new kids on the block, over here at Fox +Dominating the debate +Now they take a second take, uhh +Hold up, wait, it's time to skip all the other stuff +It's Shannon Sharpe the sharpest, that's why he cutting 'em +You don't know Skip Bayless, rock, you been under one +Eyes don't lie, just hope you see where I'm coming from +Numbers don't lie, this a Fox Sports One-on-One + +[Hook] +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down + +[Verse 2] +No, let's go face to face, I embrace debate +I don't make mistakes, I just make my case +Drops mic when I'm done, what more can I say? +I bite to my tongue, I don't like the taste +I'm on in the morning, I own my opponents +I'm always in the zone, need to zone out to zone in +And we could get it popping, pick the topic if you want it +Skip and Shannon, skip that hopping +Took these fours and made a posse, alright +You are kidding me, whoa +[Hook] +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down + +[Bridge] +No feelings, relentless +Fearless, relentless +Fearless, relentless +Fearless, relentless + +[Hook] +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down + +[Outro] +No feelings, relentless +Fox Sports One6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Weezy F Baby[Hook] +I go by the name of Weezy F (x7) +I go by the name of Weezy F Baby + +[Verse 1] +Damn money in my pants got damn +Im the motherfuckin man now +CMB cash cow +I own Cash Money +I own Young Money +My own Cash Money loyalty spoils me +Yea my nigga fuck wit me and war wit me +Rolls Royce leather seat +Burner in the car wit me +Turn ya into lunch meat +Nigga stop playin wit me +Weezy Baby fireman, even in Miami Heat +Yea and all my business is handled +Cut on the television and I'm on every channel +I'm on every single song u like +Big dog charger so imagine what my money like +Got bitches tryna get they tummy right +Hopin that they catch me in they city on a lucky night +Walkin out the Bell Harbor Mall wit ten bags +Fly as a motherfucker girly on my stable +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Might give a ho the papers +Might take a ho to Naples +Might give a ho some paper +But won't go below the navel +I got a little mami +She live in Little Haiti +I call her Dick Tracy +And she call me Warren Beatty +But call me Weezy Baby +And don't forget the Baby +I hit her from behind +I make her shit the baby +When she get on her knees +She don't forget the baby +My old hoes skinny cuz im wit the thickest lady +That ain't the video +Don't like the single +So stop hatin you ain't doin nothing ho +The young king ho +So clean yea +So fresh smellin like a new box of cash +Thank the game play her soft +I shoe box ya ass +I'm just tryna be the boss of course nigga +I throw on a condom and she start wobbling +Now say my name you kno that I bes good +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +The son of a stunna inside of a man gustle +Lets face it I'll dust ya +If I lose I'll mug ya +Baby girl if its cool I'll fuck ya +Then after that I don't wanna hear of ya +I'm born pimp, bitch get accustomed +Rich since youngin +Rich while im rhyming +Rich when I finish +Rich while im livin +Rich til I die +And my dick in the sky +Fuck the world with my clips and the irons +Its Waynes World (excellent) +Party time bitch +Let the clothes hit the floor its party time bitch +Dick, pussy ain't shit +Flip it when I dive in +Sippin when I walk in +Sippin when I walk out +Get her to the mansion +Fuck her til she fall out +Now say you got a bitch +That don't kno how to do it +Just open up her mouth and put a lot of dick into it +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On My OwnThis is what they call me + +[Verse 1] +Eagle, Eagle Carter man +In a '96 Regal contraband +On my way to the east to the laundromat +Got to wash that money and get on my ass +Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast +I got to do something I done blown my last +Dollar holler at your boy on the ave +In that Jeep pidico is what I'm known to have +Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask +And make it Halloween and take all your bags +I say Holly-holly grove won't you go and stand up +And make these motherfuckers understand +I say: "Look coach they pitching at me under hand" +But I'm a designated hitter I adjust so fast +Ya'll men designing women, I'm a woman's man +I'm the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and +They say they want the drugs to stop +But I'm a major set back when my album drop +I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot +I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot +I'm trying to get back door I demand it now +Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down +'Fore the neighbors they overhear me tear it down +Yeah it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince +[Hook - Reel] +This is my town, my home +This is my crown, my throne +This is me on my own +Let's get it on + +[Verse 2] +And the hand gun is so included +Don't get it confused I want no confusion +And keep ya ho I don't want your contusions +I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving +A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance +It's money over bitches that I am going to keep proving +It's Weezy F, I got ya momma groovin' +Out of all the Hot Boyz she say I'm the coolest +I bought my bag of oranges its time to juice it +This game is a bitch and I'm trying to seduce it +I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it +But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid +One shot to remind you who is +That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle +I'm off chronic combined with liquor +But niggas'll never see me like Momma Tigger +A 80's-baby a fighting nigga +I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga +I'm something you call pepper like a Viking slick +See me over the viking stove I'm whitening bricks +Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips +Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff +I do this you catching my drift +Representing with my section on my belly and shit +I am the prince +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +So roll the carpet out cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South +See you either in or you out and if you out stay in cause them warriors out +Those vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out +I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out +No nigga I never call your house I'm probably somewhere taking Toya out +Not answering my phone, man, ignoring ya spouse +She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth +Hey I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth +Give me the name naw better yet point him out +Hey, me and the streets got a joint account +I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about +New Orleans whoa they put the gat in your mouth +And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out +Few roaches but never had no rats in this house +Never tell on one another leave that in the house +Always been a small hustler moving my packaging out +I ever run into some trouble send them savages out +These niggas talking sweet I get them cavities out +I got graveyard fliers man I'm passing them out +Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What He Does[Verse 1] +Yea, but she always say, but she love my style +And if I stay out late I'm coming home rich +Thinking bout that pussy on the grind got me home sick +Them dollar signs on my mind got me on this +If I don't hustle then what happens in the morning +Do the sun even rise, do the birds sing +When I can stand over the stove and make the birds sing +You think about that I'll be right back, ring +There she go baby call right back click, ring +Then she call right back click, ring +I toss the phone in the back, quick think +Shit you all I got, but if you leave me where you left me than be on that clock +Gettin' it, and when a nigga hittin' it you lovin' +No crying no fussing, just a simple I'm coming +So when you baby boy out there running +Don't cry don't fuss it's simple I'm coming + +[Hook] +I know what he does +(I know what he does) +But ohh I'm in love (so in love) +(My baby), that's my baby, have his baby someday +And yes it's hard (so hard, ohhh) +But that's my baby +And I love him, I love him yall +[Verse 2] +Yea, I roll up on her in that earth toner +She can smell the work on me when I work on her +I see through that smurk on her, it hurts sort of +But I been in to deep since my first order +I just tell her don't expect the worst +She say she don't wanna be stuck standing next to a nurse +I say I don't wanna be stuck standing next to a curb +She said she don't wanna, I say shut up you pressing my nerves +She say, who you telling shut up, then she get up +Start packing her shit up, start calling her sister +Sister dosen't pick up, the tension start to pick up +She crying, she got hiccups, I'm tellin her to cheer up +I'm laying down she tell me sit up, I sit up +She push me down I sit up +She push me down I get up +Then I act like ima hit her +But I'm a better nigga +She can't find a better nigga, nah + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +I think about you when I'm riding dirty +Said I love you for I left, I hope you heard me +Case I never make it back, I hope you heard me +And if you ever have twins name em bright and early +Cause I'm up for the money I hope you down with it +No this ain't game but I can be found in it +And why be in it if I'm not gon win it +So I be playing til the last minute, you don't get it +See that ground hurt when you hit it, I wouldn't lie baby +But fuck with me and you forever fly baby +So far from the buttom I swear +Smell the work in the air, I'm there +You can never take that from me +And what I been through you can't take back from me +If I offend you then mama get back from me +But if you love then I know you coming back for me, you love my style +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Comme des Garçons[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent +I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel +I throw on some Fendi, a mink when it's windy +Too cold for the Devil, I'm snowin' in Hell +Skatin' on marble, I flow in thin air +I'm dancin' on water, tip-toein' on nails +Can't walk in my shoes, can't roll in my wheels +Can't order my food, you throw up that meal +Can't do what I do, you can't do me +Yeah, I would not try to do you, I'm too me +Look at my sons' faces, I see the new me +I look into they face and I see the beauty +I take a vacation and go see some beautiful shit +Come back with a whole different view of this shit +My third eye just opened 'cause two wasn't shit +It's either that or too many hallucinogens +Got a cute-ass lil' bitch with a coke habit +That lil' bitch at my crib 'til the snow cappin' +When we fuck, man, that shit make her go faster +She so numb, man, that bitch ain't got no passion +Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't no romancin' +Ain't no love in that bitch, ain't got no magic +Ain't no judgin' that bitch 'cause we both addicts +She in love with this dick, it got gold status +Huh, Comme Des Garçons +I got that bread like a biscuit, a bun or croissant +Got the feds on my dizzick, they bustin' my balls +And she play with my dick, make me bust in my drawers +And I take off my Ethika, I'm gettin' naked +And she gettin' wet and now I'm gettin' erections +Oh, she say it spiritual when I have sex with her +I'm blessin' her, I think I pop too much ecs' with her +I fuck with my ex with her, you keep the rest of her +Don't care who left with her, I don't wan' F with her +Hop off that pedestal if you wan' leave +Then it was my pleasure, them thots is more pleasurable +I'm on my medical, smokin' my vegetable +Bro cut my revenue down to the decimal +Rollie, I stare at you, then I start tellin' you +How much I care for you, I diamond bezel you +Comme Des Garçons with that Yves Saint Laurent +I mix new CDG with some new YSL +I pop my trunk, how this new chopper feel? +All you get is "buck-buck" like a two-dollar bill +I'm so fucked up, they say, "You gotta chill" +So-so fucked up, Tunechi, you're outta here +Raw in the cut, smokin' dope, poppin' pills +Since I'm goin' so nuts, I drip pure almond milk +Ugh, Comme Des Garçons, fuck what they all say +Nigga, fuck what they done, I give a fuck what they on +I run in your place, like, "Honey, I'm home," like, "Honey, I'm wrong" +'Cause I tell you, "I love you," and honey, I don't +Got too many girlfriends, got too many girlfriends, one in my trunk +Ooh, money, I flaunt, ooh, money, I flaunt +I spend money on war, which one of y'all want war? +None of y'all want war, that's what the fuck l thought +Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart +Give a fuck what that cost, suffer that loss +Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park +Fuck you thought, I drop a contract on your heart +Give a fuck what that cost, gotta suffer that loss +Stuffed in that box and dumped in that park +Okay, Comme Des Garçons and some new Saint Laurent +I mix Gianni Versace with Coco Chanel +Can't walk in my shoes, you can't roll in my wheels +You can't order my food, you gon throw up that meal +Comme Des Garçons +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Mula Gang, lil' bitch +Mula Gang, lil' bitch + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Young Money, Mack Maine, Tez, let's get it +No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Famous (LWA)[Intro: DJ Raj Smoove] +Greatest DJ in the world +Best Rapper Alive +Young Money Volume 1! +LilWeezyAna! +Raj Smoove +Yo Taz, I see you +The greatest DJ in the world + +[Verse 1] +OK, I spit that, get back +I'm intact, in fact, the author's authentic +OK, I spit that, get back +I'm intact, in fact, the author— (Ooh, boy!) +Oil, slick like Syntec, inject +Even the paralyzed feel my impact, as I... +Skim back over my words that's on the page +I'm lyin', I don't write, I get high and ignite +I got a serious mental plan and dental plan +And you don't want to bring the giant out of the gentle-man +Gee, golly, gigabytes, and a gorilla's hand +To the side of a nigga face like I don't give a damn +Even if he's with his mans and thems +I put his plans and limbs all over his pants and Timbs +And I wasn't fortunate to grow up like The Sims +But instead I blew up before I grew up, haha! +I spend eight and put two up +'Cause you never know when I have to do what +Do when? Do who? Do you and you two +And you too, woohoo, haha! +Now, I'm cuckoo like birds with my words +I'm poopoo, meaning I'm the shit on you turds +Yes, and I get on your nerves +Yes, and I get on your nerves +And yes; and I get on your nerves +And sit on your mind like piss on the curb +Bitch-bitch! Disturb me? While I'm working-ing? +You are just another Earthling +Be in the game, shit I must be first-string +I like my tucks baggy and my turf clean-ean, ah! +Check my pattern/scheme +I probably have on rocks from the Moon, and Saturn's ring-ring +Uh, whose badder, give 'em a ladder +Tell them climb on up here and watch me get at her +The badder part about it is, these niggas hate +But you won't even get a bar on my mixtape +I'm probably on a boat feedin' a bitch grapes and crepes +By the way, that's French pancakes +Je parlons Francais trés bién +Garçon adore chaude lesbiennes +Pardon my French, pardon the stench +But I smoke that Grinch 'til my eyes squinch +I meant "squint," I'm so bent like a dent +But bitch, I'm still no Clark Kent +[Hook] +And my Momma used to tell me +Not to let nobody fuck with me +It stuck with me +I keep it real to the world, publicly +Unbelievable +I said my Momma used to tell me +Not to let nobody fuck with me +It stuck with me +I keep it real to the world, publicly +Unbelievable + +[Outro] +Bitches say they love you but they hate you +And they say that it's all a part of our animal nature +Son, just watch your damn behavior +'Cause every animal has a tamer +I come from where the gangstas came from +Go down like the rain that the drain sucks +Goddamn, the game sucks +Thank God I'm famous +Thank God I'm famous13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mula Gang[Verse 1: Jay Jones] +Man, starting five when it's game time +Talking drugs on my main line +That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you +Ain't have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I'm at +I can vision this shit, had a dream +Call me Jay Luther King +Now I woke up and I'm living this shit +Time change, people change too +Never let the people change you +Pack made it safe, we straight +Pull off in a cocaine coupe +Got two snow bunnies with me +One Becky one named Sue +Sue don't really do what Becky do +Becky sexual with the crew (gang) +2000 at HollyGrove +This the year of the Mula +I put that on Mula +Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe +I need a bitch from Aruba +She say my dick like a ruler +She lemme fuck her medulla +Then I pass that hoe to Euro +When it come to head, that hoe better than Super +I'm gone +[Hook: Jay Jones] +Wait, I think I'm made for this shit +I got the way with this shit +Grind everyday for this shit +Every night bad hoes +Shop open no closed +Make money, stack mo +I guess this what they ask fo' +Wait, yeah +Mula Gang +Mula Gang +Yeah, yeah +Mula Gang +Mula Gang + +[Verse 2: Euro] +Check +I'ma do 'em like Big Meech +This strip club's in '03 +Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT +Keith Moore with a low fade +Fiends still in the Stone Age +Goons in the crowd strapped hope +They don't clap while I'm on stage +Side talk, I'm immune to +Been the new kid in the new school +I ain't too fond of the new school +I'm an old soul in a young man +Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through +Two cokes still a hot boy +But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to +We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines +I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time +We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs +Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up +I think I'm made for this shit +[Hook: Jay Jones] +Wait, I think I'm made for this shit +I got the way with this shit +Grind everyday for this shit +Every night bad hoes +Shop open no closed +Make money, stack mo +I guess this what they ask fo' +Wait, yeah +Mula Gang +Mula Gang +Yeah, yeah +Mula Gang +Mula Gang + +[Verse 3: HoodyBaby] +I'm Steph Curry I'm Wardell +I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to play yall all fail +I got fish scale, I got four scales +I'm the nigga in the city pushing dope deals +Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears +I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah +I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie +Bitches call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied +Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified +Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive +Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide +All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +L-A-T +Moms was hard on me with grades +Had to turn them B's to A's +Now im turning words to paper +Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs +I prefer a leg, I deserve a raise +Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread +I ain't burn the bread +Made it gold instead turning more than heads +Take a lemonhead, turn it into bread +Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds +Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds +Forgot the shit he said, I'm out here on the edge +Don't try to sell me, Reg +I'll knock ya off the ledge +I'll pop off on sketch +Spraying like pledge, bullets gon' spread +Catch 'em like Dez, all in ya ass +Handguns in the console +I'm a shark in the fishbowl +Running plays on my rich hoes +Sunny days in the North Pole +I'm a play, play my part hoe +Turn a rock to the charcoal +Heart throb but my heart cold +Short ride on a long road +Long days and them long nights +Big dogs and we all bite +Big words just all hype +Small talk, large price +Alright, not nice +Heart cold, hot ice +She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic +Stop light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth +From a hundred dollas to a hundred accounts +Got fuckin problems, tryna figure 'em out +Niggas run in your house waiting on my count +Bitches in they house waiting on my call +Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang +Yes Lord +I think I'm made for this shit + +[Hook: Jay Jones] +Wait, I think I'm made for this shit +I got the way with this shit +Grind everyday for this shit +Every night bad hoes +Shop open no closed +Make money, stack mo +I guess this what they ask fo' +Wait, yeah +Mula Gang +Mula Gang +Yeah, yeah +Mula Gang +Gang, gang +Mula Gang2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That Ain’t Me[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Cut the music up please + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I shall never leave Hip-Hop +Controlled by my two hands, they go tick tock +Around the clock, yes it’s my time, my throne +Better know the time of day in any fuckin' time zone +I’m feelin' like I’m on top of the rhinestone +Pullin' the ladder from heaven, about to climb home +Mental thoughts are sharper than a pine cone +In this world of numbers, I keep my nine on +And I don’t go to church because the lyin' long +And the preacher, he be gettin' his shine on +But I know my Lord — I am God’s own +Back to my hands, tick-tick; a time bomb + +[Hook: Jay Sean] +Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) +Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) +I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah +You can try lock me up +You can try to break me down +But I stay strong +It’s my own throne +Can't stop now cause that ain't me +You can try lock me up +You can try to break me down +But I stay strong +It’s my own throne +Can't stop now cause that ain't me +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Tryna stay afloat on my inner tube +When they turned my city into a swimmin' pool +Before that, it was a livin' cesspool +We gotta get on our shit, like gnats do +Polices be on my tip, like hats do +But I stay strong like blacks do +Never saved by the bell in a black school +And I stay in trouble like Zack do +And in this game, nobody’s on my plateau +Therefore my name remains, like a tattoo +Yes, I take giant steps in Shaq boots +B-I-R-D-man Junior, or — Weezy F. Baby, baby + +[Hook: Jay Sean] +Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) +Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) +I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah +You can try lock me up +You can try to break me down +But I stay strong +It’s my own throne +Can't stop now cause that ain't me +You can try lock me up +You can try to break me down +But I stay strong +It’s my own throne +Can't stop now cause that ain't me +[Bridge: Jay Sean] +That ain't me +See I won’t stop, that ain't me +I won't quit, that ain't me +No, I won't stop, that ain't me +Cause that ain't me + +[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] +Alright; alright, alright, alright +I’m in their conversations +The title's up for grabs, I’m into confiscation +Punch, shot, and stab; now you're the doctor's patient +Wild like an Arab from the Islamic nation +I get money 'round the clock, ain't got no time for hatin' +And these niggas ain't shit, like they're constipated +I get the coupe with the kit, watch me lobster red it +Drop the top at the light, that's when I be headed +So far ahead of them I feel outdated +But I feel electric like I’m Rayden +Used to play Mortal Kombat when I was a couch potato +And now I’m coming out the faders, no homo + +[Hook: Jay Sean] +Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) +Yeah, don’t you know I’ll be (I’ll be) +I’ll be here cause I won’t quit yeah +You can try lock me up +You can try to break me down +But I stay strong +It’s my own throne +Can't stop now cause that ain't me +You can try lock me up +You can try to break me down +But I stay strong +It’s my own throne +Can't stop now cause that ain't me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Spitter[Hook] +Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo click +Spit yo game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call yo click +Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one, pass the weed, I got to light one +Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one, pass the weed, I got to light one +(Dedication 2! Drama!) + +[Verse 1] +What ya Mami told ya bout fuckin round wit' them soldiers? +Told ya I'd be back, I'm comin', I got that Tommy Lasorda +That's blood all over ya sofas, blood all over ya posters +Blood all over ya shoulders, blood all over the strollers +Do that shit, I done that shit, it's Weezy Baby, he's a baby +But that nigga run that shit, make that money come back quick +Take that money from that bitch, she know what it be, M.O.B +Pistol right there in my reach, you know what it be, him or me +Bitches know when that limo leave, two words: room key +Where? Penthouse suite, wear not-a-damn-thing +I'm here, bada-bam-bing, my hand bling, my wrist bling +My neck bling, my ear bling, Super bowl ring, bitch +Cash Money, Young Money, Super Bowl team, bitch +Money, money, money, money: I'm true to those things, bitch +You with those pussy hoes, I shoot at those queens, bitch +This is New Orleans, bitch, murder dope fiend shit + +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +What ya Papi told ya bout fuckin round with them soldiers? +I told ya, I'm comin back, I got that Tommy Mottola +That's blood all over ya Rover, blood all over ya chauffeur +Blood all over ya loafers, if I get any closer +There's blood all over my toaster, blood all over my holster +I'm in them S. Dots, that's blood all over my Hovas, fuck +I'm hustlin' with a motive, my niggas need me +And that Tiger in my pocket say, "Feed me," it's greedy +See 'em niggas, jack 'em niggas, kill 'em niggas, whack 'em niggas +Ask 'em bitches, ask them niggas, Weezy baby, that's the nigga +Catch me mashing in a V, matching seats, matching feet +Sheesh, that bitch too sweet for the streets +Got that keef for the leaf if he finna beef, no need to speak, let it be what it be +Niggas want peace, I make 'em leave here, piece by piece +Fuck me? Fuck you! What it is? What it do? +I been ready since '81 and I was born in '82 +Hollygrove where I'm from, but we call that bitch the Zoo +I ain't never trust a bitch since she ate that forbidden fruit +Sucker free, sucker proof, 50 shots, cut 'em loose +Quarterback Weezy, baby, shotgun, run and shoot +Coming through, young'n do what young'ns do, ball, baby +At home fornicatin, homie by the phone waitin +Goddamn, I am, a man, the man +The mo-, therfuck-, -ing Pres-, ident, bitch! +[Hook]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crystal Ball[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I know 'round the world I be gettin' to the money +She crazy for the dick and I'm addicted to the money +It's a dirty world and my cup too, it's so muddy +Long story short, I be gettin' to the money +My lady talkin' crazy, I done listened to the money +She crazy bout this dick and I'm addicted to the money +I gotta watch that bitch, she must be in it for the money +Long story short, I'mma pimp before a dummy + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I ain't got high expectations I'm just expecting my money +If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' for nothin' +If I don't get my check, I'm gonna be chin-checkin' in public +Long story short, I'm just gettin' to the money +Long story short, I'mma keep it short and sweet +I get to the money, I don't let it get to me +All my niggas ballin', it's the way this shit should be +I pull up on my darlin' and I lay the dick and leave +She'll thank you for comin' +I'll put that dick in her stomach +You put that cash on the dresser for her +You take the bitch out to restaurants +You took the bitch out the reservoir +And took the bitch straight to the fuckin' mall +I get higher than cholesterol +I see money in my crystal ball +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I see money in my crystal ball +Only answer when my niggas call +Hello, what up nigga +Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls +Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls +Got steph walkin' round in the house +In nothing but a thong and I'm in my drawers +I mean can I ball +I don't mean no home +I don't need no home +But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I know these niggas is pussy +I know these niggas is pussy +I know these niggas is lookin' +I know these niggas is payin' attention +I know these bitches got bad intentions +But I just want my money +I just want my money +Got 'em +I'm startin' to feel like wavin' shotties +Started from the bottom, nigga + +[Bridge: Stephanie Acevedo] +Tryna break me off, you better break me off some money +Talkin' bout you love me? Better show me with the money +Show up at my door? Better show up with the money +Take me somewhere nice? It better be private and sunny +I got what you want, you got what I need +I just take the check and let you take the lead +I might take some shots, I might hit the weed +Put a dollar sign at the beginning of Stephanie +Mula +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I see money in my crystal ball +I'm bout to bust open this crystal ball +What up nigga? +Ringtone 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls +Countin' money, listenin' to 2Pac, Soulja Slim, or Biggie Smalls +Got stuff walkin' round in the house +And I'm a dog and I'm in my drawers +I mean can I ball +I don't mean no home +I don't need no home +But niggas got their hands out and I don't read no palms + +[Verse 3: Stephanie Acevedo] +Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me +I'm outchea with my girls and we turnin' up for nothin' +So close with all my brothers and so far away from ugly +Racin' in my new car, I see new friends actin' funny +Spendin' spaniel, wasted cause my nigga hustle for me +Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money +All these niggas round me are my brothers, are my brothers +They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em +They'll kill anybody if they fuck with me, I love 'em +All these niggas round me are my brothers +Break my heart? I break the bank boy, I'm Young Money +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Long story short, I be gettin' to the money +Long story short, I be gettin' to the money +Long story short, I be gettin' to the money +Long story short, I be gettin' to the money +I be gettin' to the money2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Da Shit[Hook] +Show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, believe that +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check + +I know you hustle baby, I ain't gotta tell ya +You can give it everything but they take it if you let em +But bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming +Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin +Damn the way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it +How the fuck you else you going where the shoe ain't fitted? +Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver +Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later + +[Hook] +Now show em what you got girl +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, you know +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check + +Then pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind +Go on take it to the back and count every single dime +Go on show em what you got girl +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give + +With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower +So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder +Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider +You in it for the commission +Every muthafuckin dollar + +The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand +You ain't never been a bitch to execute without the plan +I ain't never seen a market supply without demand +Fuck credit baby tell em broke niggas stop playing + +Gun snooze off, just take them shoes off +Let me get that all, how that body so soft +Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it +And know it ain't a life if we don’t live it + +[Hook] +Baby go on show em what you got girl +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, yaa diiig! +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check +And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind +Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime +Go on show em what you got girl +Show em you the shit +Yeah throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give, ya dig! + +You the shit, you the shit +Yeah mami +You the shit, you the shit +Uh huh +You the shit, you the shit +Yeah mami +You the shit + +[Hook] +Show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig! +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check + +And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind +Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime +Go on show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give +[Hook] +Show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig! +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check + +And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind +Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime +Go on show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give +Hear that5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dedication (Rest in Peace)[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] +Chyeah! +You guessed accurately +It's me, ladies and gents +Weezy F. Baby, please say the "Baby" +B told you that, yeah (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Gangsta Grillz +All up in your grill, nigga +Drama, holla at your nigga (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +I won't lose me, y'all +Nope +This is the Dedication! +Rest in peace! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +So now, I'm burying the burner in the bomber +I carry the concerns of my mama +I'm married to the money and the power +And still got guns on my side for my private affairs +Yeah, I know that water get cold, but I dive in it bare +And swim through it, alive and aware—I been through it +You probably never been to it, so now I dip through it +And they respect me like a pistol, I'm hip to it +I gets to it, like, "Just do it," I miss doing it +Hundred-shot drum, play 'em some clip music +I am the drum major, the drum section waiting +All it takes is one signal: you can get a cadence +You can get it catered, I'm at your service like a waiter +When it's beef, I become a nigga neighbor (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +I put potatoes on the heater, no labor, later +Now, how me make mashed potatoes (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +French-fry niggas, I bench, then fire niggas—bye, niggas! +Wet 'em up like rivers—now, flow by, niggas +I'm dripping-dry fly, now, squint your eyes bitches +I Dempsey-Tom bitches up out of new Bentleys +I'm old school like a loose Winston +Like, "Since when they make bulletproof skin?" +I put it to your chin, and grin, and sin, and then, I— +Sin again; then, I'm gone in the wind +And I'm dumping my Scarlett O'Hara in the canal +'Cause I'm not getting stopped with cop paraphernal' +Now, I'm preparing to ill, not preparing to fail +'Cause my flow is for real, like the Sahara and Hell +Comparisons is irrelevant, I'm a arrogant male, yeah +I can handle it, I can graduate Yale, yeah (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +They featherweight, I sporadically ill the fuck out +And you can automatically killed, yeah (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Peep the narrative of the New Orleans heritage +You can go get your evidence, I tell where and tell you when +I was prescribing medicine, you was getting your lesson in +I was getting my adolescent in (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Lesser than God only, better than my last is what I strive for +Dwelling on my past, I get high, so I light it up and smoke +Keep that Mary Poppins poppin' like a toaster +I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious +Can't forget that purple potion—oh, shit +You ho niggas is ass, that's ho shit +So, shit, I blow bigger and mash, and laugh, like, "Ohh, shit!" +I'm the best—no shit! Weezy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How Can Something[Hook x4] +How can something so right, go so wrong + +[Verse 1] +I used to love her, fuck it, I still do +Cause love never die, but it can kill you +I pray to Heaven's sky, that it never kill me +It can get you real weak, but fuck it I'm a little G +My baby girl thought I was fucking every little freak +But darling, I was raised by a woman, that ain't the real me +Still, she managed to to spill out a little me +Watched the doctors wipe the blood, from her little feet +And goddamn she resembles me +She's my forgiveness for every sin and penalty living in me +She should be living with me +But what am I to do when her mother disagree? +I do me, but... + +[Hook x8] + +[Verse 2] +I even took your hand, and walked down the aisle +It takes a strong man, to do that young and wild +Look at your wedding band, that's 17 thou +But still she took the stand, now I pay for my child +And there comes divorce, mama I had to file +And as sad as it sounds, mama, I'm happy now +And my other girl got a new baby daddy now +And retaliation hurts, she getting married now +And when I lay down to sleep, I feel like I have died, I can be carried out +And buried now +But hear me now, I am here and now +So appealing 'til I disappear, but still, it got me feelin' like... +[Hook x4] + +[Verse 3] +I'm in my early 20s, now all the ladies dig me +They like that baby face, they like the Baby in me +That's why it's Weezy Baby, and please say the baby +You know that nigga baby, yeah, he done paid me crazy +I won a few Source awards, I haven't won an a Oscar +So I don't know how to act, like my sweet ain't sour +So I run to my mama +She let me smoke and fret about my drama, then give me power +I'm a go and use all my knowledge and get acknowledged +If the pro tools stop recording, I'm still ballin' +I know you probably don't care about where my heart is +But just to let you know, it's where yours is +But... + +[Hook x4]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Holy[Intro] +(MonstaBeatz) + +[Verse 1] +I just bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC +Got too much on my mind, hit the blunt and reflect +When I was under arrest, my bitch was under duress +I bet she fucked while I was gone, then I doubled the bet +I smoke weed in Amsterdam and I smuggle the rest +I act like I'm shakin' your hand and you'll get punched with the left +And you can get killed for shit you said under your breath +And if you do choose to bark, it ain't nothin' to a vet +Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas +Yo bitch about to swallow a bunch of me's, nigga +I got a white girl fuckin', suckin' me, nigga +While I'm thinkin' 'bout the days that it sucked to be niggas + +[Chorus] +Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC +Nigga, keep your head up like that gun to ya neck +And my bitch was scared to fly 'til we fucked on a jet +Fucked her in the cockpit, all these buttons to press + +[Verse 2] +I just got myself a blonde with the puffiest chest +I just bought myself some time, wrote my Rollie a check +Ridin' in a double R, just regrettin' regret +Getting loaded more than once, no Russian Roulette +I just left King of Diamonds, I just fucked a baguette +I ain't called her since that day, I just wasn't impressed +Bull with a nose ring, startin' a bunch of BS +Hide the gun, knock on your door, dressed like UPS +Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas +I'm a bear coughing up a bunch of honeybees, nigga +Got hoes under me, like a submarine, nigga +Got a bitch with a clit like a butter bean, nigga (Uh) +[Chorus] +Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC (Yeah) +Bought my sons toys and my daughter a pet +Bought my homeboys choppers and my woman a dress +And to catch me if I fall, I bought my mother a net, let's go + +[Verse 3] +Anyone could get knocked off, any bitch could get knocked up +Baby daddy get locked up, sell everything, put the house up +Don't say anything, keep your mouth shut +Except two words and that's "how much" +If I do get out, we're skippin' town +She said what about her mama +I paused +I said, "I gotta do what I gotta +Is you gon' ride with me or you not?" +And she start cryin' and said, "I'm not" +And I paused +I said, "It's probably what's best +Well, I'll be back when pigs fly +So they can't follow me on my jet" +I tell my pilot where to go next +I bring that problem to your doorstep +I catch you slippin' while you tired +Like the road wet, like it's no sweat +I'm Tunechi, hi, I'm here to collect +They wondering why I ain't gettin' no rest +'Cause that's just too close to arrestin' +And too far from "serve and protect" +So, Police, read me my wrongs, or just leave me alone +Rubbing, squinting my eyes, I still don't see where I'm wrong +Sold my soul to the streets, they bought it previously-owned +Went to jail for a Glock and soon as I got home +[Chorus] +I went and bought myself a 9 and that new MAC-11 +You talk shit at 10:59 and make the news at 11 +Bitch, I'm the wildest motherfucker on a team full of rebels +Young, wild motherfucker to a MILF, cougar, leopard + +[Verse 4] +I'm a lion, motherfucker, to these hoes 'cause you can sweat a little +Euro my secret weapon like Mark, Jackson and Stephen +I see plain-clothes pigs and unmarked intrepids +My bitch believe what I say, I told her salt was pepper +I'm cold as malts and metals, sell stolen parts, whatever +Put three holes in your head like a bowling ball, don't spare 'em +And all my niggas in jail, that's bullshit, I smell ya +Remember Destiny's Child? My favorite one was Farrah, man + +[Chorus] +Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC +I know you don't want war like you just a cadet +Tell a motherfucker who next, "Motherfucker, you next" +I'm the best rapper alive and they love me to death, bye + +[Outro] +Yeah +Fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Help (Funeral)[Intro] +Got it on Smash + +[Chorus: Tory Lanez] +Yeah, ayy, ayy +I've been fuckin' up, now what you think I need some help for? +Need to stop relyin' on you, do it for myself more +Layin' out a bunch of traps and you know that I fell for 'em +I won't fall again, shawty, I won't stall again +I been dropped, ayy, takin' phone call up in the Benz +I got weak, but, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm on it once again +Can you help me? Please don't stall a nigga in the end +'Cause when it comes down, you gon' need me once again + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ooh, girl, I love you so +I told myself not to love these hoes +Told myself not to love these bitches +Got my head in the clouds like the sky is the limit +I've been thinkin' 'bout you, you ain't been thinkin' 'bout me +You only want every Abraham Lincoln on me +You got a nigga at home, he don't be thinkin' like me +That nigga think he like me, you need to check his ID + +[Chorus: Tory Lanez with Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne] +Yeah, ayy, ayy +I've been fuckin' up, now what you think I need some help for? (Yeah) +Need to stop relyin' on you, do it for myself more +Layin' out a bunch of traps and you know that I fell for 'em +I won't fall again, shawty, I won't stall again +I been dropped, ayy, takin' phone call up in the Benz +I got weak, but, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm on it once again +Can you help me? Please don't stall a nigga in the end +'Cause when it comes down, you gon' need me once again +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Real love, I'm tired of hearin' real love +Make my ear drums real numb, everything happens for a reason +Everything that didn't happen, didn't happen for a reason +Bitches yappin' for no reason, just so happens I'm the reason +Got me tryna find a reason to find a reason +Got me tryna reason with my demons +I ain't rappin', I'm releasin', real love, yeah + +[Chorus: Tory Lanez with Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne] +Ayy +I've been fuckin' up, now what you think I need some help for? +Need to stop relyin' on you, do it for myself more (Woo, real love) +Layin' out a bunch of traps and you know that I fell for 'em (Ayy) +I won't fall again, shawty, I won't stall again +I been dropped, ayy, takin' phone call up in the Benz +I got weak, but, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm on it once again +Can you help me? Please don't stall a nigga in the end (Yeah) +'Cause when it comes down, you gon' need me once again (Yeah) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) +And everything happens for a reason +Real love2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Other Side[Intro: La the Darkman, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Dedication 3! +Aww +Yeah +This what y'all asked for! +L-A-D! + +[Verse 1: La the Darkman, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +I'm all about that cheese, swiss or mozzarella +Muenster, Colby, American, or cheddar +When it come to robbery, nobody do it better +Notorious L.A.D., fresh Coogi sweater (Gangsta Gri-Zillz! Yeah) +The cleanest, lyrics is the meanest +Understand my English, nigga, I'm a genius +Ice like a snow cone, writing in my iPhone +Went from selling crack to selling ringtones +Straight out the projects to million-dollar homes +Inside The Carter, cooking 36 zones +Thirty-six O's, and I break 'em all down +In and out of every trap, all through the A-Town (Ill!) +The Embassy, AMG, Young Money merger +I'm a young champ Like Ben Roethlisberger (AMG!) +S.S. Chevy with the big block engine +Rims and paint cost me a whole pension, pow! (Gangsta!) + +[Verse 2: Jae Millz, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +I don't need nothing but my niggas and enough weed to go around +A tinted sedan, some grams, and a loaded pound +Fuck what another nigga think of me +I'm thinking multimillions, he thinkin' Gs (Oh!) +Nigga, please—get your mind right +Fuck tryna be fresh—get your grind right +'Cause I'm like, so in another league +I throw my pitches at different degrees +And I spiral my pigskins at different speeds +And I hit threes, 'cause at different times, I release +My shot cold, nigga, I'm hot, don't be tight 'cause you not +Just be happy I'm letting you breathe +I'm the good, I'm the bad, I'm the devil, I'm Jesus +It's Young Money, bitch, the game needs us +Gudda Gudda, what it is nigga? +Kidd Kidd and Sean, get it how you live, nigga +My nigga Mack Maine just left the dealership +And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom, so they feelin' sick +Diamond rings, diamond chains, royal suites +Private planes, palm trees, big change, I can't complain +I made a promise to myself that I'd never be a have-not +Nigga, fuck being broke, shit +Before that day come, I'll A-K stamp you +When there's beef, I'm in the center like Tyson Chandler +Fuck what you heard, in the booth, I goes off like the lights if you ain't pay and it's the third +And you already two months late with your bill +Clown nigga, you's a lame, bitch nigga, I'm Millz, Young Mula (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +Ugh, if you didn't, now you know +It's the million-dollar nigga with the million-dollar flow +Icicle chain got a million-dollar glow +Quarter-mil' for the gang if you tryn' book a show +Temp plates on the Bentley, ridin' through the 'jects +Got a pocket full of money, nigga, hand on my Tec +I'm demanding respect, I'm a man to respect +Disrespect your man, put my hand 'round his neck +It's no other than Gudda Gudda, man +Still 'bout my money, nigga, fuck another man +I'm on the paper chase, all about the hustle, man +I be climbing through your window like I'm fucking Bruh Man +Look, I'm Shady-Aftermath, put your head in the scope +A bankroll of bucks is what these young niggas killing for +The game dirty on the streets, tryna deal yayo +Fifty clips at his hat, leave a peeled potato + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne & DJ drops] +I call my nina "bay" like San Diego +Get me twisted, and I'ma turn into a tornado +And all my riders riding like a Winnebago +You stay, but I'ma let that A-K go +Rawer than a 'qualone +Shoot you like "Halo," give your ass a halo +These bitches walk around acting like they J-Lo +But man, I remember when these bitches was just "Hey, ho" (Gangsta!) +"Hey ho, how you doing?" Me, I'm doing every fucking thing +Smokin' them dykes, I'm on that Mary-fucking-Jane (Gangsta!) +This shit so "Tom and Jerry" to Lil Wayne +And you MCs are just "milk and cherries" to Lil Wayne +Haha! And bitch, I'm greedy +But if I keep eatin' you rappers, I'll get sugar-diabetes +Sweetie, I'm a different species +I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces +What the fuck do I be thinking? +"Kill, kill, murder, and Benjamin Franklin" +Your girlfriend is into them gangstas +And me—being a gangsta, I get into your girlfriend (Gangsta!) +I stay still when the world spins +And ain't nobody flyer than the Birdman +You heard me? You heard him? "Him" being me +And we are better than all y'all bitches, niggas, hoes +Enemies, foes, threes, twos, ones +But these dudes won +[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ drops] +Dramatic! +Won +Dramatic, nigga! +The South, for real +Haha! +But not "one," 'cause, "Dedication 3," technically +Shout-out to the Dunk Ryders +Special, I fold that red flag +Right pocket, all the time +Yeah, Young Mula, baby +Gangsta Gri-Zillz!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let Us Pray[Vere 1: Lil Wayne] +Like I dropped straight from heaven +Five strong words: rest in peace Lil Kevin +And this ain't how I was born +But this is how I live +So that's how I'll die, and do not close my eyes +So when you see me in the casket I'm a look right back at ya +Cause I don't trust none of y'all +Fuck every one of y'all +Now which one of y'all wanna brawl? +And overall I got that pistol under all of my garments +Torment, torture +Tragedy, catastrophe +No battery, just murder in the coldest temperature +And that means first degree +Even deaf motherfuckers done heard of me +I ain't gonna let you motherfuckers worry me +And tell that beef I'm Burger King +I represent that saint's sign +I'm so high I can paint signs +And if she ain't fine, she ain't mine +Thank god that I'm alive +But if he end it all today, I have done more that I can say +(Amen) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] +Let's pray (let's pray) +Ten fingers (ten fingers) +Together for forever (forever) +Let's pray (let's pray) +Together (together) +Forever, forever +[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] +The Lord is my shepherd +You haters can't harm me +I walk with his blessings +The angels be my army +Of course there's a weapon on my waist within arm's reach +That's my baby keep it strapped in like a car seat (yes) +Though I walk through the valley in the shadows of death +Forgive me Lord I had to carry my tech +I touch cash and get cheese +Play with that cash I bust mags, indeed +Forgive those who trespassed against me +For they know not what they do until they history +Gone, memories +Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change +Like what happens when I get up with my enemies +Paybacks, penalties +Bang back, send em' these +Funerals, these people got to waste more Hennessey (yeah) +They got to pour it on the floor for ya +Maybe next time they'll pray a little more for ya + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] +I pray to God not Lucifer +Devil I'm rebuking ya +Lord have mercy on my soul when I'm suited up +Daddy was a hustla, mommy was a Christian +Momma said prayers, daddy steady cookin' chicken +If I'm living life wrong, I don't wanna be right +Send me blessings to the cloud, hope I make it through the night +Dear Lord as you lay me down to sleep +I pray to the Lord my soul to keep +If I shall die before I wake +Then I pray to the Lord my soul to take +There shall be no other god before thee +Lord please forgive me of my sins if I O.D, slowly +I know I should not kill but I will +If a nigga try to shoot me and lay me still +I'm so sorry for the wrong thing's that I've done +This the end of my prayer we all say amen +[Hook] + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Dear God +As I begin this day, my thoughts turn to you +And I ask for your help and guidance in everything I say and do +Give me the patience that I need to keep my peace of mind +And with life's cares, I hope dear God, some happiness to find +Let me live but for today, not worrying what's ahead, for I have trust that you +Will see I get my daily bread +Give me the courage to face life's trials and not from troubles run +And let me keep this thought in mind "Thy will, not mine, be done." +And if some wish I do not get though I have prayed to thee +Please help me to believe and understand you know what's best for me +I've failed you many time, I know +But tonight when I rest +I hope that I can say, "Dear God, I've tried my best....rapper alive."EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Other[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] +I'ma tell y'all like this (Yeah) +I learn something new every day (What it do?) +More money, more problems! +Haha! Ayy, you already know +I always knew I was gon' make it +Yeah, listen, man +But you never know what you gon' go through +Yeah, my nigga, we got this shit +I'm glad to be here! But sometimes, you wonder +Yeah, ayy-ayy, I tried told 'em +Is it worth it? But I done dedicated my life to this shit! +Cash Money millionaire! +It's nowhere to turn! (Ya know!) +So I'm in it for life! +I can't feel my FACE! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah! +And this what we do! +Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Hahaha! I told em! +I told y'all! (Shout out to Bun B!) +Pay attention! (Yeah!) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, straight up D-Boy Seventeenth ward +Miss Katrina turned my city to a seashore +I keep going for them coins like Lyor +They gon' either respect me or: E.R. +Burnin' them bitches like a ci-gar +Punk, put a hump in your back, they called it Igor! +War? This shit is hard, any yard where we are +We call that cocaine rice, I got that Condoleezza +Huh? You fuck with me, chump, I rock your teacup +I say, before you spend a dollar boy, put up the re-up +Yep! Get up, 'cause we up, foot up and knee up +In the game, put up or shut up, I hit your head up +Bukka-bang; the Birdgang and the Birdman J +Lil Wayne, here to hang, other words, here to stay +Feel my pain! Fireman, I spark in the rain +I walk through the flames, yeah, all for the change, yeah +Call it insane but I'm a hustler to the muscle +And them new drop Bentleys look like pussy in the summer +So I'm fucking that, hugging that block like I'm loving that +Never sell a crumb where my mother at—run with that +You can come at me for beef and shots come with that +Your bitch come at me for wood and I'm the lumberjack +I come in that Similac Maybach, shades black +Looking like I'm tryna bring yay back, ASAP +Give it to 'em raw, no Ajax, taste that +Heh, fuck around and make your face crack +I know niggas that shoot dope, arms looking like a racetrack +Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat +You can't take that? Well, I can't take back +Where I come from, so I learned how to make that +Yeah, turn that straight to a G stack +Stack up my cheese, now I'm screaming "Where the keys at?" +[Interlude: DJ Drama & Juelz Santana] +Big shout to the Dipset movement! (Trendsetter!) +Shout my nigga DukeDaGod! (Cannon!) +Shout my nigga Hell Rell! +I can't feel my face! +Twin, what up? +I really don't think they ready for this +(The Aphilliates, nigga! Pay attention!) +OH! + +[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] +I'm live from, block one, five-one +Where my young niggas on the rise to get a name, don't try them +Wayne, I feel your pain and I see your stress +How they think your people 'posed to get through Katrina +Off a FEMA check? (Nope!) +Coke in the Pyrex (Yup!); dope and the ice, yes (Yup!) +Mind on the highway, road signs, right, left (Yup!) +And that's the mindstate of kids growin' up +Still they wonder why the crime rate's goin up +Throw it up: Eastside, Westside, Southside, Northside +Fuck with my money, I torch guys, off guys (Gangsta!) +Hire men, fire men, send 'em to a higher man +("There he go") Torture 'em: vice-grip, pliers, man +Niggas turn to tinfoil when they see the iron, man +Pressure bust pipes, I apply it and +Move like a lion through the jungle, yes +There is none higher than me +Don't slip up and end wind up in the lion's den (rrr!) +Big body Benz idlin', higher than +A chick that flight-attend or Air Force flyer, man +Bad bitches, I fly 'em in, fuck 'em +Send 'em back home hyped, feeling like they on nitrogen +Just call me the Pied Piper, man +Still get the coke through the pipeline +Then off to the piper stem (Piper stem) +And I'm still getting paper back in rubber bands +I still got paper bags coming in +I still got that mattress with the paper bags under it +Comic books, Playboy baby mag under it, still! +I still got ties with my guys who don't speak no English +Them vatos, they got those cheapest (Cheapest) +Got no green card, got no visas +And got those Pablo features (Just watch!) +They drop off and pick up; I pick up then drop off +Then drop off what's picked up, and then what? I do it +Gangsta Gri-zillz! +[Outro: DJ Drama] +And like that, we gone! +I told y'all! +I'm so dedicated! +Nothing can take me out my zone! +AMG! +If you support the movement, then we dedicate this to you +Dedication 2!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shimmy[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus: Doja Cat] +Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty +If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty +Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me +You could drink the shake from the tap, lick the kitty, kitty +Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a fifty-fifty +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +She got a thick-ass ass with fake-ass titties +She like a straight-ass man and gay-ass women +I like a bald-head cat, so shave your kitten +She leave my tommy gun slimin' slime, my Draco drippin' +Fuckin' right, bust it open for a bust-down +Yeah, up, down, up, down, up, down +Cut down on the syrup, now I'm up now +Sike, I could hit it without putting the cup down +I'ma go brazy in there, shoot babies in there +But she ate 'em for dinner, she a baby killer +I'ma make her run laps like track (Run track) +Put my face up in her lap like a MAC, ooh +[Chorus: Doja Cat] +Yeah, shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty +If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty +Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me +You could drink the shake from the tap, lick the kitty, kitty +Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a fifty-fifty +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ooh, close your eyes 'cause they rollin' back +I'ma close my eyes and imagine you is Doja Cat +Make that ass clap until it do the Nolia Clap +I got on the twenty four karat gold Trojan hats +Sit up on my lap, 'til we overlap +You got on the camouflage thong, got a soldier rag +If these wall could talk, I got your pussy walls talkin' back +Made you leave them Bugaboos alone like the Archan Man + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Girl, yeah, make you oh, na-na-na-na-na-na +Stop whinin', this ain't Amy Winehouse +I'ma fall in it then climb out +Make you shimmy, shimmy, ya-ya-ya +[Chorus: Doja Cat] +Yeah, shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty +If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty +Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me +You could drink the shake from the tap, lick the kitty, kitty +Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a fifty-fifty +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Make it oh, na-na-na-nanana +Stop whinin', this ain't Amy Winehouse +I'ma fall in it, I'ma climb out +Make you shimmy, shimmy, ya-ya-ya + +[Chorus: Doja Cat & Lil Wayne] +Yeah, shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty +If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty (Moolah baby) +Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, come and give it to me +You could drink the shake from the tap, lick the kitty, kitty +Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a fifty-fifty +I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do My Thang[Introduction: Lil Wayne] +Well, alright, I can't feel my face, I'm going first + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +And my grill is ill +Ice bright white like Jaleel +Did I do that? +Throwing up signs, like I'm in a frat +Eagle Street, bitch +See me when you want to, find me, I'm the owner +Them yellow diamonds looking like a fridge full of Coronas +Own us, you see through like cubic zirconias +And me I keep it funky like pubic aroma +Hit em' with the Glock +Put em' in a coma +Now what that boy got? Umm, glaucoma (Haha) +My weed is stronger, I smell great +I like promethezine, I'm in a snail race +And my watch reminds me of '88 +Because I got crack rocks in the watch face +Bitches stick to me like scotch tape +Plenty colors in da chain nigga fuck Bape +Yea, bitch I'm cold like up-state +So icy like a motherfuckin' cupcake +Ya, these hoes feel my feng shui +And wanna eat me alive I'm like an entrée +[Hook] +Everytime I do it, I do my thang +Do my thang, my motherfuckin' thang +And everytime I do it, I do my thing +I does my motherfuckin' thing +Everytime I do it, I do my thang +Do my thang, my motherfuckin' thang +And everytime I do it, I do my thing +I does my motherfuckin' thing, ya dig + +[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] +Santana bandana on tilt +Back seat with the heat, I'm warmer than a quilt +They lookin at me like they drink spoiled milk +Money tall: Jack and Jill +Like they sittin' on a hill +Ice on the neck of me, ice on the wrist of me +Ice in both hands bitch I'm lit like a Christmas tree +Different color stones you could call it a mystery +Big dookie rope, you would think they was lynchin' me +Chain on top of chain man I look like Mr. T +I pity the fool the day he try to get with me +Fresh Prince, got banks like Hilary +And I hit docks with the hickory dickory +I make the girls run fast like Benny Hill +Rims go round and round you can call them my Ferris wheels +Pockets full of bank rolls, money long as train smoke +And it come faster than a nigga fuckin' J-Lo +I don't play games I shoot it up like Halo +Got more paper than your job's got payroll +Still I'm ghetto like no frills +I clean the dirt out my nails 100 dollar bills +Cause +[Hook] +Everytime I do it, I do my thang +Do my thang, my motherfuckin' thang +And everytime I do it, I do my thing +I does my motherfuckin' thing +Everytime I do it, I do my thang +Do my thang, my motherfuckin' thang +And everytime I do it, I do my thing +I does my motherfuckin' thing, ya digEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Poke Her Face[Hook: Lady Gaga & Lil Wayne] +Oh, oh-oh, oh +Oh, oh-oh, oh +P-P-P-Poker face, p-p-poker face +No Ceilings +Oh, oh-oh, oh (Yeah) +Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh (Cut the music up, please! Yeah) +P-P-P-Poker face, p-p-poker face +Ahem + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Um, she say— say can fuck me right +I made her fuck her friend +She said, "Don’t call her a dyke" +But that's gay, ha! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I met her on Monday and fucked her all week +'Cause every time she leave, she come back to the tree +She know I love brain so I treat her like a geek +She love the way I spit, so I made the pussy gleek +Wild'n' with my niggas, and I don’t give a fuck +So I circle the bitches, we rounding 'em up +I treat her like I need her, I'm knowing if I eat her +She gon' tell Quita, and Quita like the media +"Woopty-woop" to the Bloods +Her lipstick match my flag—that's swag +Weezy F. Baby got nuts that drag +I put 'em in your mouth 'til you choke and gag +[Hook: Lady Gaga, Lil Wayne, & Jae Millz] +Oh, oh-oh, oh (Hahaha) +Oh, oh-oh, oh +P-P-P-Poker face (I poke her face off, and now, she faceless) +P-P-Poker face (I poke her so much, I deserve a bracelet) +Oh, oh-oh, oh (Ahhhhh!) +Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh (Haha! Young Money!) +P-P-P-Poker face (I poke— I poke her face off, and now, she faceless) +P-P-Poker face (And I just gave "Poke Her Face" a facelift) +Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh + +[Verse 2: Jae Millz] +Chi-Town girl (What?), bag match her heels +Her ass hella fake, but it feel real (Ha!) +And it felt great when we had sex +I tore her out the frame, like pics of my ex +From my aspect, I love your assets (Ha) +I love your mini-skirt (Why?) It's easy access +Pipe game never mediocre +So that relationship is over once I poke her +She said she wanted a tour of the tour bus ("So what you do?") +So I gave her a tour of the tour bus ("Who was there?") +It was all us on the tour bus (Ha!) +And she did all us ("Where?") On the tour bus, like... + +[Hook: Lady Gaga & Jae Millz] +Oh, oh-oh, oh (Hahaha) +Oh, oh-oh, oh (Ha! Le' go!) +P-P-P-Poker face +P-P-P-Poker face (Um, I make her say...) +Oh, oh-oh, oh +Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh +P-P-P-Poker face +P-P-P-Poker face +[Outro: Lady Gaga] +P-P-P-Poker face +P-P-Poker face +P-P-P-Poker face +P-P-Poker face2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fireworks[Intro: Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne] +(Ear Drummers!) +Yeah, yeah +Mike WiLL fuck with me +Yeah, uh + +[Verse 1: Jeezy] +Yeah the flow is ice cold, but I'm a hot boy +You out here fuckin' anything then you's a thot, boy (damn) +What you call a dozen bricks? A bouquet, nigga (woo) +Only trust them two letters, AK, nigga (boom) +Yola whippin', I'm the chef, gourmet, nigga (Young) +That Rollie lookin' like it's doin' ballet, nigga (dance) +House six stories, nigga, that's a true story (story) +Rafaela Cuban linkin', call me 2:40 +Yeah I swear these thirsty bitches need to drink some water (water) +I'm just tryna put a hundred mil' up for my daughter (daughter) +Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh) +Coupe don't cost a half a mil', dawg don't even bother +Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I'm gang affiliated (hey) +If I want it, go get it, never hesitated (never hesitated, uh) +I can stretch that 28 a long way, nigga (yeah) +I can count these blue hundreds all day, nigga + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Big house, long hallways +Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah) +I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga) +Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga +Fireworks, big house, long hallways +Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah) +Whip the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga) +Yeah, whip the shit all day, nigga +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Whip it like a big booty bitch +Like a cup of coffee with a spoon in it +There's a pot of gold, no food in it +Culinary arts, let the students in +I'm the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in +And I whip it hard if it come easy +Whip it up like I'm Young Jeezy +Free pussy and Free Meechie +Big smoke got me deep breathin' +Deep dick got her sweet dreamin' +You ain't shit, you just pre-season +You ain't lit, you just pre-heated +Can't quit, I'ma keep leanin' +Smoke gas, I'ma keep premium +Green, green, and the money senior +Dope man with a hundred needles +No ass ever come between us +Dirty cash, not a money cleaner +Use the black card to split the coke +Jungle fever, cheatin' on the Visa +Speakin' of jungle, bitch work at Cheetahs +Had stripes since my first Adidas +Bought pints now I purchase liters +Shark bite, I'm a person eater +Walk light on the dirt beneath you +I'm in the throne and you in the bleachers +All day long, even on the weekends +Get off my lawn, cuttin' on the sprinklers, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Big house, long hallways +Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga +Yeah, I'm the shit all day, nigga +Yeah, presidential suite or the penthouse + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Black skinny jeans, get the lint out +Damn, I left my lint roller at your bitch's house +That's his house +She sent some nude pics for me to pick out +The pussy fat and pink like a pig, I'ma pig out +Yeah I'm Blood, but I got some cool Crips that I can send out +Ain't no loose lips, take the cruise ship, ain't tryna swim out +Brrrt, brrrt, that the money counter, let it print out +Brrrt, brrrt, that's the Uzi, we call it big mouth +Huh, I lost my mind but I'm still mastermindin' +Tryna find the silver linin', found the platinum linin' +Cut his head off, cut his arms off, look like Aphrodite +Young Money all day, nigga, and mañana + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, big house, long hallways (okay) +Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga (all day, yeah) +I'm the shit all day, nigga (all day, nigga) +Yeah, poppin' shit all day, nigga +Fireworks, big house, long hallways (yeah) +Got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga +Yeah, with your bitch all day, nigga (all day, nigga) +Yeah, give her dick all day, that's how it works +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Jeezy] +I store that cocaine on that gutta bitch +Yeah, they can't check her left and right +Ooh, my boo, yeah, no one's fuckin' with it +Uh, I got 'em bathin' like they elephants +Fireworks +Give her dick all day, yeah that's how it works +All day, nigga +Coppin' shit all day, nigga, fireworks +Mula +Mula, baby4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How DedicatedWhat does dedication mean to you? + +Umm, nowadays, dedication mean to me...umm, the same thing it's meant all the rest of-whatever, same thing it's always meant man. Just get on the mixtape, have fun, enjoy myself. Say things that I wouldn't say on my album or, you know what I mean, say things that I wouldn't on a album. On anyone's album for that case or whatever + +Anyway, yeah, dedication still means the same thing: just get on this shit and go crazy and just talk what I want to talk, say what I want to say. And all the people that's featured on the mixtape, shoutout to them anyway. I tell them the same thing, man do what you want, say what you want, let's just have fun, enjoy ourselves, and show people that we could rap. We can make words rhyme. Yeah and it's still dedicated to you fuck-niggas + +D5! Whattup 5!?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Snitch[Hook] +Don't let your mouth open up +Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no +Don't let your mouth open out +Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no +Don't let your mouth open up +Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no +Don't let your mouth open out +Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no + +[Verse 1] +Ain't no snitches ridin wit us +Ol mo the mouth niggas could holla the front +Can't no loose slips get on my yacht +I leave player haters at the dock, watch +And your nigga help ya burn the block +As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop +Ya settin up federal appointments now +Nigga all in court pointing out +Daddy not knowing what he doin his child +We gon mail him his finger when he get out, yea +Just to show him what we's about +Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea +You inside can't leave ya house +Two donut lovers to police ya house +I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house +And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up +[Hook] +Don't let your mouth open up +Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no +Don't let your mouth open out +Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no +Don't let your mouth open up +Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no +Don't let your mouth open out +Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no + +[Verse 2] +Weezy, nigga, been 'bout me +Stay low so you don't know shit bout me +Make no mistake I'm a veteran at +Me never rat mommy taught me better than that +Get a gat if you ain't got one already +If you do then you ain't got enough get two +And you could never get me nigga get you +And you ain't got to fuck me girl fuck you +I'm rollin wit my goons +And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune +Ain't no girl came out of mom's womb +Real nigga shit mothafucka I'm Tune +And I was taught +If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present +A man don't listen +They throwin brick but they hands is missin +Just watch what you sayin sissy +[Hook] +Don't let your mouth open up +Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no +Don't let your mouth open out +Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no +Don't let your mouth open up +Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no +Don't let your mouth open out +Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no + +[Verse 3] +Ain't no telling who spillin the earl +You telling yo boy he tellin his girl +O, Now she telling the world +It ain't no secret I'm hotter than etha +But I don't neither cop shit neither +Either close yo mouth or meet the heater +We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper +You go up north nigga's boost they fee up +This where the real hustlers meet up +Look out anybody can be them people +Yo own people could be them people +No glasses can help you see them people +They around too many evil people +Detectives wanna get even equal +My desert eagle ain't even legal, but sssshhhhhhhh +[Hook] +Don't let your mouth open up +Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no +Don't let your mouth open out +Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no +Don't let your mouth open up +Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no +Don't let your mouth open out +Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no + +[Outro] +Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you +Leave them niggas be let them stay from you +These niggas mouth's is runnin like hot water, I swear to God +Real niggas takin falls like Niagara +Tryna stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gon happen +These niggas is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name +It ain't a game - it used to be one +Its like these niggas got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist +Use when yo bitch get a pap smear +That's pussy anyway +Weezy3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Walk It Out Freestyle[Verse One] +Look, I bought it out like stunna +I hope when we kiss we make you sick to your stomach +Stuntin' like my daddy and yo momma eat rubbers +I bet that I can do the mouth to mouth with your woman +My house is a dungeon +Yellow diamond ring looking like a little Funyun +Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunyan +Touchin up my flows like a nigga do construction +The microphone wet cause my words like seduction +And when we on the jet you don't come up in our discussion +And if you say you ballin we probably don't trust ya +And I know plenty freaky hoes that probably won't fuck ya +Even if you payin boy they probably won't fuck ya +Only if I say that she can touch you like Busta +But she might touch ya and burn you like Usher +Me and my clique be in red like Russia +I shit these rappers out and sometimes I forget to flush ya +Grand daddy purp or Bubba kush crush ya +Explode in a bitch mouth like a Gusher +Cash Money, Young Money, check the production +I am just a Martian prepared for abduction + +[Laughs x2] + +[Verse Two] +I walk it out like crutches +Two girls jumped me like double dutches +My nigga T-Street know a girl name Dutchess +And every time he see her in the street she be cussin' +I told him he should wave the black flag cause she buggin' +He said the pussy good he said "Ya dig?" so I dug 'em +I'm looking for a real bad bitch with a husband +I give her much dick and a whole lot of nothing +I'm spittin like I stumbled on a gold pot or something +And when I was six I saw my role model hustlin +So I gotta hustle +These rappers talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin +You drive me out on Saturday, I sold out on Sunday +Fuck is the argue 'bout, nigga Tha Carter out +This is what I call a drought.. 3 +And we don't walk it out, we drop top Porsche it out +They better walk 'em out, before we chalk 'em out +We chalk it out, we chalk it out +We chalk it out, we chalk it out +We chalk it out, we chalk it out +We chalk it out, we choke 'em out +They don't want it nah-uh +No they don't want it nah-uh +You see they phony I'm not +Oh yeah they phony I'm not +I Eastside walk it out, I bring New Orleans out +I am a Saints fan, oh yeah we marchin' now +Like we're a saints band, I play the organs now +And if they talkin' most likely I'm what they talkin' 'bout +My nigga T from the East roll up that forest now +Man I'm just trying to get my peanuts I'm like Charlie Brown +Ok that Uzi make the holy sound, take two of these and walk around +Come straight from the homeless town, this game belong to Carter now, bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +King Kong[Hook] +If you hear me 'fore you see me +I got King Kong in the trunk +King Kong, King Kong (What it is!?) +If you hear 'fore you see me +I got King Kong in the trunk (Yeah) +King Kong, King Kong (Drought 3) +King Kong, King Kong (Drought 3) +King Kong, King Kong (I got 'em) +If you hear 'fore you see me +I got King, I got King Kong + +[Verse 1] +I pop my trunk and everybody get to runnin' +The Fireman, bitch, like my body in the oven +I'm one egg short, I'm just tryna get a dozen +My name like honey, got a lot of bitches buzzin' +The neck of the barrel so long and narrow +And it shoot a bunch, you just lunch and it munch, like Pharoahe +Bloodshot eyes on the sparrow +And I stay high, but on point like an arrow +Street nigga, baby, I'm in love with the gravel +Money gives me life, like a man with a gavel +I'm strapped at home, I'm strapped when I travel +I pop my trunk and made them bitches spread like cattle +(Moo), hah +[Hook] +King Kong, Ki-King Kong (I got that) +King Kong, Ki-King Kong (Yeah, I'm talking 'bout that) +If you hear me 'fore you see me (Blum-blum, blum-blum) +I got King Kong in the trunk (That Blum-blum) +King Kong, King Kong +King Kong, King Kong +King Kong, King Kong +(Yeah, choppers with drums, choppers with drums) +King Kong, King Kong +(Choppers with drums, choppers with drums, go!) + +[Verse 2] +(I got King Kong in the trunk) And I feed him banana clips +And let him sing like Gladys Knight and the Pips +I'm just sticking to the motherfuckin' manuscript +Understand, I'm tryna get the chips and the dip +Better know I hold that gun with a Panther grip +My hollow bullets got tips like a dancer bitch +Where my money? Where my money? Need to answer quick +Gotta get back up on my ransom shit +And put you (In the trunk), so you lay on top of speakers +Holes all in you like an old pair of sneakers +Before I do a day on the edge, I will leap first +Bet you any money that I will land feet-first +Married to the Benjamins, battle all my enemies +Riding with Bigfoot, Harry and the Hendersons +Godzilla, King Kong, and if I have to park +I will open up my trunk, and it will be Jurassic Park +[Hook] +King Kong, Ki-King Kong (I got that) +King Kong, Ki-King Kong (I'm talking 'bout that) +(Blum-blum, blum-blum) +That blum-blum, that blum-blum +I'm talking 'bout that +I'm talking 'bout choppers with drums +Choppers with drums, choppers with drums +Drought 310EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tha Heat[Lil Wayne talking] +Fuck with me, you know what it is + +[Hook] 2x +I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head +The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year +I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head +I wish a motherfucker would trip this year + +[Verse One] +Dressed in all black and my gun the same color +Murder my enemy love thy brother +And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker +Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin stomach +You niggas better take side with young money, Cash Money +You'll get left in your ride crash dummy +I'll be around when the times get ugly +When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running +The magazine empty and the nine stop busting +I bang my fist till my palms get bloody +Cuz I'm a monsta man +I'm gonna find you and my AP nine don't jam +I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man +I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam +I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands +I'ma die with this blazer right in these hands +[Hook] 2x +I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head +The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year +I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head +I wish a motherfucker would trip this year + +[Verse 2] +Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's +Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am +So ready for whateva that awaits me +Run up in your place while you're sleepin, awake thee +Calicoes, ak's, Uzi-machines +Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees +I am takin names, so who wanna leave +Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve? +I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's +And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin +AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin +Feet by the engine, head by the transmission +And I be right where I am mista +Me and my damn pistol +Me and my girlfriend +In this world alone, so bring it on +And imma have to sing you this song nigga + +[Hook] 2x +I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head +The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year +I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head +I wish a motherfucker would trip this year +[Verse 3] +I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do +With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo +Shhh the silence will speak to you +Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe +Like Bang! Bang! say breathe nigga breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee +Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear! +Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left +Life is short enjoy what eva's left +Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death +In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty +Three feet from my waist +Three inches from your face +Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate +I'll pop till your shit separate like eewww! + +[Hook] 2x +I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head +The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year +I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head +I wish a motherfucker would trip this year2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Silence On The Gun (Original)[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I'm so twisted +Mack! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm ready +Them nigga's pissed off, call em' R. Kelly +I'm higher than a bitch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie +Man all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsey +Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that nigga Wesley +Life is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy +First I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski +I make these female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's +Man you be poppin' shit, and I be poppin' off +I'm full of alcohol, like a cotton ball +I just pick em' up and Mr. G just drop em' off +I serve these ho's, Mr. Volleyball +Spikes on my shoes, that's the Lou B's +I'm on my P's and Q's, smokin' QP's +Nigga I'm chillin, catch a cool breeze +I build a tree house, if money grow on trees +Fuck with me wrong, I send your head to your momma +Death bed nigga, where the fuck is your pyjamas +Blood all day, period, no commas +Everybody tyin' to watch, but I'm timeless +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters +Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter +I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt +Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked +Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew' +That bitch go, 'pew' +That bitch go, 'pew' +Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew' +Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty +And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari +I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass is greener in my garden +Swagger meaner than the warden +Pow pow pow, I ain't with arguing +Leave a nigga' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon +Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin' +Got a bunch of bitches tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets +And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti +You's a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass nigga +I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga +Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga +Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga +And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's World +Party time, excellent, Wayne's World +Tonight I'll prolly fuck another nigga girl +Party time, excellent, Wayne's World +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Mack Maine] +Mack in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm bout it +These nigga's sweet, bunch of fuckin' brownies +Fuck you talkin' bout, bitch I'm a G like a thousand +I'm on my one, two, and bitch I'm still countin' +You nigga's got problems, well I got bigger problems +My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out em' +You don't want that homie, Trust I got that blicka on me +Finger fuck nina she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning, nigga +We so fuckin' cold, young money, money old +Life is full of choices, and your bitch chose, nigga +I'm so HollyGrove, fuck them other nigga's +And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a fuckin' picture +Nigga you know what I'm on, a bag of that strong +Nigga you know where I'm going, bitch I'm going going, gone +Nigga holler at your boy, I don't give a fuck +Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you nigga's up +Mac! + +[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ain’t That A Bitch[Intro] +Hey hey hey! + +[Chorus] +Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin +Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch! + +[Bridge] +And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh! +This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack +This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back +This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh! + +[Verse 1] +Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone +Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless +Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here +Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear +Gonna speak in every single street this year +My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year +Wizzle F Baby, y'all niggas can have the Weezy +I'm the Birdman Jr., junior +I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand +And in the streets I'm a money man +And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men +A hundred proof in my other hand +If ever fall spring back like a rubber band know what I'm sayin +[Chorus] +Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin +Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch +The cops is watchin streets are talkin +Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch + +[Verse 2] +Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand +And these niggas got me rollin with my clip on my hip +But this is my land so prick dont trip cause Ks dont jam and a nigga don't miss +They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss +But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up! +And I dont affiliate with niggas I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga +Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga +Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga +How many more do ya love nigga +Cause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpiece +Ask ya reverend 'bout me, I'm the Young God +Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy +Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour +Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck boy! +[Chorus] +Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin +Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch +The cops is watchin streets are talkin +Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch + +[Verse 3] +I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son +The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son +Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin) +Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we +Got niggas in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy +Wanna be me and don't even understand me +Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me +I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invincible +And advance a little due to the pine +My niggas call me Little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind +And I let you do the time I do the crime +When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line +Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firin', nigga! + +[Chorus] +Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin +Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch +The cops is watchin streets are talkin +Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch +Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin +Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch +The cops is watchin streets are talkin +Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch +Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin +Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch +The cops is watchin streets are talkin +Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch +Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin +Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch +The cops is watchin streets are talkin +Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch +[Outro] +Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga +Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin +KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Light Years[Intro: Lil Wayne] +They give her bread, I give her head +I'm light years ahead, gone +They give her bread, I give her head +I'm light years ahead, gone + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I know she gon' hold the gun for me +Hold it down in court, and hold her tongue for me +She swallow all my kids, then pop a gun for me +Makes some runs for me, all the way cross country +She love me, she even rep the blood for me +I said the plug trippin' +She gon' pull the plug for me, I love it +And all she know is Young Money +Her ex is always trippin', nigga is too clumsy + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Make up on the pillow, make me wanna kill her +But she naked in the villa, taking E I call it Sheila +I took half of a half, she took 3 like Reggie Miller +I just feel her like chinchilla, had to kill her, Bryson Tiller +I know they gon' play this over, ankles on my shoulder +My face all in her chocha, for my bae go South Dakota +But my bae go even lower on that roller coaster +She just want a Tesla roadster, I'ma get her somethin' slower +Bet a Bentley Truck to show her, tinted up to hide her ass +Who in that Wraith behind her ass, you ain't even got to ask +She ain't even gotta dance, thinkin' boutta a wider ass +And she already gotta an ass, leave it in the doctor hands +Other niggas, not a chance, she already gotta dare +When I be in and out your ass, baby you sound like jazz +You ask me can your partner crash, you ain't even gotta ask +I'm breaking out the powder bags, turn into Iron Man +What happens in this house stays in this house +Don't worry 'bout that +If what happens in this house gets out +Go check your girl 'bout that +I'm 'bout to put you in my will, where my attorney at +I ain't the type to turn my back, got every type of Percocet +I'm working with the perfect bitch, her body like 187 +Then we come together, then we cum together +Rainy weather, ain't it heaven +Ain't no telling what I think, I think I'm ready +My lil married homie Terry talking 'bout a gangster wedding +Oh my god +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I know she gon' hold the gun for me +Hold it down in court, and hold her tongue for me +She swallow all my kids, then pop a gun for me +Makes some runs for me, all the way cross country +She love me, even rep the blood for me +I said the plug trippin' +She gon' pull the plug for me, I love it +And all she know is Young Money +Her ex is always trippin', nigga is too clumsy + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Goddamn +He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom +He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom +He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, gone +He give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, gone +She lie in the bed, I lie in the bed, the shower instead, yeah +We got out of the shower, got back to the bed +That's flowers in bed, that's magic +She lie in the bed, then cry in the bed, I lie on her leg, damn +See they give her bread, I give her head, I'm light years ahead, pyoom + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I know she gon' hold a gun for me +Always down in court and hold her tongue for me +She swallow all my kids and pop her gun for me +Make some runs for me, all the way across country +She love me, yeah +Even wrap the blunt for me +She gon' pull the gun for me +All she know is Young Money +Ex is always trippin' niggas too clumsy, Goddamn +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +They give her bread, I give her head +I'm light years ahead, gone + +[Skit: Lil Wayne] +My favorite person to debate sports with is, um, Skip Bayless off top. Like Skip Bayless, that's just the homie, you know what I mean. Like when I say the homie, I mean, like when you goin' to Skip Bayless, when I go to the Skip Bayless show, there's always more conversation off camera, and its always like he can't wait for them to say 3,2,1 and we off. For him to engage in a, um, more whatever, realer conversation, I don't know if real is the right word, a more real conversation, just things like that, so you know +My favorite person to debate sports with Skip Bayless. I do have a second favorite as well, if it's not even a second favorite, but another favorite person I love to debate sports with: Max Kellerman. That's my dude. Love to debate sports with Max Kellerman, that's my slime. And every time I go on his show, he always got a verse for me. You know what I mean, that's the homie +I'ma be alright2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drop It Like It’s Hot[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Drop, drop, drop, what what what +After you back it up then stop +What +What, wha, drop it like its hot +After you back it up and stop +What, what +Wha, drop it like its hot +Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its +Hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot +Make em' drop it +Like its hot, drop drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it +Like it's hot +Hehe, listen + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +You know me girl +I'm a Cash Money millionaire, look at my Rolie (Rolex) girl +Drop to your knees toss your hair ahah slow me girls +Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl +No he didn't say that, yes I did girl +I don't use rubbers, and I don't plan no kids girl +I don't want your number, I want your draws and ya skins girl +Then after that, you can get it how you live girl +That's on the real girl, I'm a pimp girl +Get it twisted, I'll slam you like Shawn Kemp girl +I'm the one to get it hot like a lighter girl +I just slap you a couple of times, never fight it girl +That's cause I likes it girl +And let me tell you somethin girl, I am a player girl +So don't you try to play me cause I never save a girl +Do me a favor girl, and wet the spot girl +And after you back it up, drop it like its hot girl +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Now after you back it up then stop +What, what, wha drop it like its hot +Now after you back it up then stop +What, what, wha, drop it like its hot +Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot +Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot + +[Verse 2: B.G.] +First I need you to bend both knees +Wobble that ass right, then pop that pussy +The left one time, the right two times (whoa) +Show a nigga somethin, put it on a nigga mind, come on, come on +Now twerk it bitch; ain't no need to hold it in, what you workin with +You want a Hot Boy, hear me, work it bitch +Then break a nigga off, let me hurt you bitch, let me hurt you bitch +I'm on fire yea, I'm nasty and I'mma make you holler yea +Girl think I'm playin, I'mma break ya down +I'm a show you how we do it on VL Uptown +I wanna hear you make them "ooh, ooo" B.G. sounds +I wanna hear you say boy, aw you laid that down +Aw you laid that down +I'm hot yea, people say I'm off the block +But I won't stop till you drop it likes its hot +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Now after you back it up then stop +What, what, wha drop it like its hot +Now after you back it up then stop +What, what, wha, drop it like its hot +Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot +Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh] +I'm a rider boy, the hottest boy, respect me +Cause I'm on fire boy, on fire boy +Got them trees, holler boy, holler boy +Bout my cheese, them dollars boy, dollars boy +I'm a seventeen survivor boy, with choppers boy +I got guns that go BLOCK A boy, BLOCK A boy +Ya'll runnin with a monster boy, Weezy Wayne,Corleone +And I'm a mobster boy, get it right I get my ball on like soccer boy +I keep it right I ain't gon thaw it off I'm a Tymer Boy +Go up in flames blockburner thats my motto boy +It ain't a game, I cock that put somethin' inside a boy +I'm a pimp, got a wife that'll holler boy +Catch her at the house steppin out the shower boy +(shhhhhhhh) hehehehehe, got a lotta boys +Claim to be soldiers but lies boy +And if I catch em I'mma bat em and make em retire boy +Put a hump in your back and bend your rump +Hey sexy little mama we can do the hump +And you can hurt me hurt me, sex me sex me (what) +And after he finished, next me next me +Work it jerk it pull it hold it grab it (whoa) +I need it eat it beat it, silly rabbit (ooo) +Woo hah stuck ya in the ass (ooo) +Got this thang up in ya like a snake in the grass (sss) +I know you wish you could go home (go home) +To a nigga with a dick like a python (python) +Stay up in ya like a off the hook telephone (telephone) +Got ya walkin round with nothin but a fuckin thong (wha?!) +Take the switches on these bitches cause I'm so wrong +So wrong, so wrong, so wrong +Drop (wha) so wrong, listen, listen, listen +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Now after you back it up then stop +What, what, wha drop it like its hot +Now after you back it up then stop +What, what, wha, drop it like its hot +Make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot +Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot +Tell em' after you back it up then stop +What, what, wha drop it like its hot +We tell em' after you back it up then stop +What, what, wha, drop it like its hot +We make em' drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot +Make em' drop it like its hot, drop drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +They go wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety wobblety +Wa a wobblety wobblety +Drop drop it like its hot +Make em wobblety wobblety, wa a wobblety +Wobblety +Wa a wobblety wobblety, wa a drop drop it like its hot +Now after +You back it up then stop +Wha wha wha, drop it like its hot +They gotta +Wobblety wobblety wa a wobblety wobblety +Wa a wobblety wobblety, drop drop it +Like it's hot +Tell em after you back it up then stop +Then wha, wha, wha +Drop it like its hot +Make em after you back it up then stop +Then wha, wha +Wha, drop it like its hot +Drop it like it's hot drop drop it like its hot + +Drop em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot +Drop it like it's hot drop drop +It like its hot   4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Cash Money[Intro: Brisco & Lil Wayne] +Hahaha +Uh-oh +Brisco +The new Cash Money +Believe that! +Hahaha +Ugh (Yeah, yeah) + +[Verse 1: Brisco] +I'm from the cocaine era, packs in my stroller +Two beepers and a flip, Star-Tech Motorola (What up) +Bally silks (Ugh), Kangol tilts (Kill it) +Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush your lips +Mob-affiliated contract hits +I let the street declare war when you want that beef (Want that beef, yeah) +Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride +Loyalty came first, and we don't switch no sides +I'm a savage on the block, nickel rocks and heroin hopes (Yeah) +I walked the ghetto like them, but I was taking my notes (I was taking my notes, Wayne) +Certified goon (Yeah), the lock's on standby (What up) +I just need a couple real niggas I can stand by (Yeah, C-M-B) +A bad bitch with hips (Ugh) +And two niggas on the interstate, taking them trips (Let's get it, 12) +I'm into carats like Bugs Bunny (Yeah) +Young Brisco (Ugh), the New Cash Money (Haha) +[Break: Lil Wayne & Brisco] +Wayne! +Yeah +Hello, world +Hahaha +That was the homie, Brisco +I am Weezy F.B. +And we are them Cash Money Boys +You dig? Hahaha, yeah + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Brisco] +One! Reportin' live from the booth (Yeah!) +I'm killing these bitches, Young Wayne Carruth (Kill 'em, Wayne) +Untamed and loose; blunts, drank and juice +I was once a spark; into a flame, it grew +I don't complain to you—don't complain to me +Everbody got beef, and I just came to eat +I'm in the game for keeps; if you in my lane, I beep (Ugh) +I been running this shit, and I never sprained my knee +And guess who came home? Ronnie the O.G. (Yeah) +He still on papers, nigga, we never free +And for my homie Streets, I'ma twist one up +He can't even hit the kush; he gotta piss in a cup (Ugh) +What is this on my wrist? Shit is sicker than "ugh" +Yo, Brisco, there ain't a sky bigger than us (Yeah) +What's good? I'm in Diamonds—is you tipping or what? (Yeah) +I took your bitch and she ain't coming back to work for a month +[Break: Lil Wayne & Brisco] +Weezy Baby (Ugh) +Cool, that's cool, let 'em live, Weez +You already know what it is +Ahem +Yeah, don't be scared now +Tell 'em, tell 'em +We just got started +But I done already told 'em +Yeah, ugh, Mack +But they didn't wanna hear me +Yeah, c'mon +Hahaha! Go! + +[Verse Three: Lil Wayne & Brisco] +I'm in the all-red Flying Spur (Haha), on Asantis (Yeah) +With a bad redbone that look something like Ashanti (Hahaha) +OK, light brown, Southern-tan Medina (Ugh, ugh) +With a light-brown, thick thing like Trina (Yeah, haha) +Um, you prolly seen us (Uh-huh, yeah) +Ripping the streets with no top between us +You're so genius +That's my word, you know I got you, twin (You know I got you) +You a real nigga, dog, thanks for letting me in (Ugh) (Believe that!) +Yeah, he in the game now, and I'm betting he win +And I'm the rap landlord, just collecting my rent (Ugh) +I put the house on Lil' Bris', we gon' eat this year (We gon' eat this year) +Silence for the real niggas who ain't see this year (Hold up) +Open your eyes, open your eyes—Cash Money has a new face (Yeah, ugh) +And we gon tie the shit up like a shoelace (Ugh) +And that's me, the young hood messiah +'0-7, I'ma set the fucking hood on fire (Yessir) +[Break: Lil Wayne & Brisco] +Whoa, yeah +Suh—Suh—Suh—C-M-B +Haha +Young Money +Listen, man +Weezy and Brisco +Hahaha +Get ready +As a matter of fact, you ain't + +[Outro: Brisco] +C-M-B +P-O-E +E-Class, what it does? +Brisco—Big Chuck, what it does? +Triple C's, Street Mob +G-12 +Yeah +Slim and Baby, what it is? +We gon' eat this year +Ugh +The whole faculty +The whole mob +Yeah +I know1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +They Still Like Me[Spoken: Lil Wayne] +OK, OK, OK. Mhm, mm, mhm. That's what I'm talking 'bout, man. I killed that shit, man. Man, that right there—it's easy, man. You know what I mean? Give me something else, man, Drama. I'm on fire, man, rock. Watch this, man! + +[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Let's do this for Hollygrove! +Yeah +Can't forget Magnolia Projects! +Young +Shout to the N.O.! (Dramatic, nigga!) +Young +DJ Drama! Weezy F. Baby! +Dedication 2, let's go! (Dramatic) + +[Verse: Lil Wayne & DJ drops] +Weezy, motherfucker, what it do? Holla at me +All the niggas tryna hate me, and them bitches tryna have me, I'm a— +Money man, yep, I get it from my daddy, ho +And boy, we can beef like Magnolia and Calliope +Hollygrove my barrio, let that automatic go +Test me when I'm chilling, and I kill you from my patio +Bitch, my shadow look good, I'm just feeling Weezy +Hop in my shit and say goodbye 'cause the ceiling's leaving (Gangsta!) +Believe me, they ain't tryna see me +Tell 'em I be the nigga with the burner in the beanie, I'm— +The fireman, she just call me when she steamin +I wet her up and put her out and leave the bitch dreaming +Niggas say they hot, but it's really not seeming +If these guys bad, then I gotta be a demon +Wayne's getting money like Damon and Keenan +Try, take it from me, and I'm aiming and beaming +Banging and leaving stains on the cement +Slide the crackers something so they tame the policemen +Left in a Porsche, came in a carnation +I'm fresh, yeah, the Gucci sweats came with the creases +I'm hot, but I'm cold, I just change with the seasons +Tryna put some cheese on my pieces +If you looking for your nigga, I be where the water gets deeper +Hugging on that money, tryna put it in a sleeper +Yeah, I'm here—who the fuck wanna say something? +Leave your whole head empty like a straight pumpkin +Make no assumptions, I'm hustling +Your girlfriend guzzling when you thought she wasn't +Name still buzzing even when I'm doing nothing +But I'm never doing nothing, 'cause I'm always getting money +It's that simple, jackass, if you don't get it, you're a dummy +And them niggas that diss me ain't nothing but pure pussy +Sure, honey, I done heard what you said +But if a nigga really cared, you'd already be dead +Just a young-ass nigga with some old-ass bread +Yes, I keep them dollars running like them bitches got legs +And my nigga Tez Po been riding with me since pegs +And my right wrist is looking like a cracked-open egg, that's— +White and yellow diamonds, adjust your lighting +I got 'em so mad, but, "Oh, I think they like me" (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Raw[Verse 1] +Mic check, one, two, on the way to third +Flow sick, put a straitjacket on my words +So sick, they think that something's in the herb +They think I'm gone, but I'm fine, like a woman’s curves +My personality is far from your reality +I'm closer to your girl, now come on, ho, don't embarrass me +There is no comparison, this right here be kerosene +Carousel, parasail, I'm higher than everything +What I spit? You can't drink it, like you're 17 +I can show a million pair of eyes what they’ve never seen +And I can do this in whatever the weather brings +Picasso couldn’t paint a better scene +Colossal, now give me the mic and I rock like a fuckin fossil +I'm mad at the track and I beat it like Hector Camacho +What's poppin? What it do? What's happenin'? What's crackin'? +Que pasa? The hospital, mi casa su casa +Bad, I'm rad +And these niggas just squares like plaid +And if they’re cool, then I'm cold +I gets money all day like the toll, bitch + +[Hook] +I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw +I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw +I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo' +I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo' +I'm 'bout to murder this shit +I'm 'bout to murder this shit +[Verse 2] +I'm a BET soldier, an MTV gangsta +I will be on VH1 when I'm done being famous +Explain shit, I have made my way +And you are just a stain, bitch, you will fade away +And I only leave my house to paper-chase +Yep, off to the jungle, where I feel safe +Like a home run in the bottom of the 9th inning +And I'm fresh like I'm by Mennen +I'm on the clock like 5 minutes +Tryin' to get passed the line of scrimmage +Yeah, and before I leave her thighs bendin' +She give me face first, like she done dived in it, haha +And if she tall, I can climb in it +I usually don't have a time limit +And eatin pussy ain't a crime, is it? If so +I should start working on my jail visits, you know +I'm in the game, they just sell tickets +Man, I got old bread, like stale biscuits +You feeling froggy, all you gotta do is yell 'Ribbit' +Turn ya ass to a statue, like an exhibit +Now let's get it! +Let me at 'em, leave my cage open +With no pyro, I leave the stage smokin' +Yes, it's Weezy F, bitch +The best thing since breath, bitch! Suffocate! +[Hook] +I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw +I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw +I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo' +I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo' +I'm 'bout to murder this shit +I'm 'bout to murder this shit, yessir! + +[Verse 3] +It go; Uptown, Uptown, Operation Shutdown +Wake up to polices, go to sleep to the gun sounds +And you're not a gorilla, you're a dead monkey +'Cause I got a banana clip in these Red Monkeys +What you said? Don't be afraid to say it twice +And they say life is cheap until you pay the price +It's just like shaking dice, better hope you roll a winner +And if you are a rat, you're just a cobra's dinner +Y'all ain't fuckin with me, you niggas under a G +Like the light part of my feet +And so what them niggas left me? +When it get cold, I turns into Wayne Gretzky +I do's it like it never been done +So you can suck my dick with a elephant's tongue +Bitch, it's Weezy Baby +Motherfucker, I spit rabies +[Hook] +I'm raw, I'm raw +I'm raw, I'm raw +I'm raw, I'm raw +I'm raw, I'm raw +I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo' +I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo' +I'm 'bout to murder this shit +I'm 'bout to murder this shit + +[Outro] +I murdered that shit +I murdered that shit +Rest In Peace to this song +See you at the crossroads +That's all I have to say, goodbye +'Til yesterday14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Emmett Till ApologyDear Till Family: +As a recording artist, I have always been interested in word play. My lyrics often reference people, places and events in my music, as well as the music that I create for or alongside other artists +It has come to my attention that lyrics from my contribution to a fellow artist’s song has deeply offended your family. As a father myself, I cannot imagine the pain that your family has had to endure. I would like to take a moment to acknowledge your hurt, as well as the letter you sent to me via your attorneys + +Moving forward, I will not use or reference Emmett Till or the Till family in my music, especially in an inappropriate manner. I fully support Epic Record’s decision to take down the unauthorized version of the song and to not include the reference in the version that went to retail. I will not be performing the lyrics that contain that reference live and have removed them from my catalogue + +I have tremendous respect for those who paved the way for the liberty and opportunities that African-Americans currently enjoy. As a business owner who employs several African-American employees and gives philanthropically to organizations that help youth to pursue their dreams my ultimate intention is to uplift rather than degrade our community + +Best +Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr +Lil Wayne3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hercules[Intro] +*lighter flick* +Aye + +[Verse 1] +I'm a lover, not a fighter, I can't find my lighter +My house is five stories, I don't tell 'em, I don't write 'em +And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter +My darkest secrets are bright, I'mma need a sun visor +187 make your bitch run my errands +At the bar with the Dracula, ordering Bloody Marys +Got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement +I see Hell out my window, Lord, this view is amazing +If I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell +Got the world in my hands, it got all under my nails +People under the stairs, better not fuck with my feet +I be so fucking faded, who washed the colors with bleach? +Niggas biting my style, hope it gets stuck in their teeth +I been had the green light, now please don't jump in the street +C'est la vie, oui oui oui, watch me french kiss the sky +Then ask, "What is that smell?" That's the shit on my mind +I don't like you, or niggas like you +And Nino Brown's still my motherfucking idol +Keep a brown rifle for niggas like you +Kill you in a drive-thru, then go viral +Ooh, I don't like you and niggas like you +And Nino Brown's still my idol +The Glock 17 is still a minor I'll kill you over something minor +I get at you, night Twighlight whine like a wine-o, high like a high-note +Go at your head like a rhino, leave your shit bloody red like albino +I'm a nigga with a title, care less bout' a nigga title +I'm entitled and get homicidal +Wild as El Chapo, wild as Al Qaeda +Stuntin' on my rivals upon arrival +Numbers aren't liars, I am number one +I am on one +I am on ten stuntin' on twelve +I keep it a hunnid +Oh Lord! +[Chorus] +Hercules, Hercules +Hercules, Hercules +Smoking strong Hercules +Strong arm your own team +Hercules, Hercules +Hercules, Hercules +Smoking strong Hercules +Strong arm your own team +Mercy me, mercy me +Mercy me, mercy me +Have mercy on them Tunechi +Nigga please, nigga please +You heard em' scream help me please +Help me please, help me please +Get pleased whenever I please +Hercules, hercules + +[Verse 2] +I'm twisting up the kush, Sticky Fingaz like Onyx +Throwing up gang signs, you can see em' all in my vomit +I'm sleeping with the enemy, in bulletproof pajamas +I'm cool like that, but the climate is climbing +I got issues bigger than you, I got bitches taller than me +All that ratchet and bougie, I guess I like R&B +I'm unapologetic, I'm sorry for not being sorry +These niggas so old news, I’m talking prehistoric +I need benadryl for my trigger finger +Bad bitches for my homeboys +The grass is greener on the other side +I'm focused on my own yard +Focused on getting more dough +Twisting up like torsos +Rich as fuck, but moreso a poor soul +Oh well, if snow fell like hoes fell, then I'd be a snowman +My bitch is a soldier, fuck me GI Joe-Ann +They thought I ain't had no chance +I took the dice and rolled them +I left that crap table with a chip on my shoulder +Ahhhh! +[Chorus 2] +Hercules, Hercules +Hercules, Hercules +Strong arm your own team +Murder scene, murder scene +Hercules, Hercules +Hercules, Hercules +Smoking strong Hercules +Strong arm your own team +You heard em' scream help me please +Help me please, help me please +Nigga please, nigga please +Hercules, Hercules +Hercules, Hercules + +[Verse 3] +They worship me certainly +Purple lean, purple weed +Percocet, pericyazine +Search a scene, search a dean +Search a bling, ching ching +Search the queen +Search her purse, search her clean +Search his turf, search his team +Search the sleeve, check for wings +First, I curse, then I squeeze +They say they lit? where the steam? +Let em' live, let em' breathe +Let em' live, let em' breathe? +Nigga please, nigga please +[Chorus 3] +Hercules, Hercules +Hercules, Hercules +Strong arm your own team +Murder scene, murder scene +Murder team, murder team +We murder teams, murder teams +Lil Tunechi picked out the rock like +Hercules, Hercules + +[Bridge] +Oh Lord, Oh Lord +Whole squad go hard +No fake, no fraud +We don't break nor pause +Oh Lord, Oh Lord +Whole squad on Mars +And you don't make enough noise +No cape, no sawdust +Still go Hercules + +[Chorus 4] +Hercules, Hercules +Hercules, Hercules +Mercy me, mercy me +Rest In Peace Mercy D +My grandmother nurtured me +And that's who you bout' to meet + +[Outro] +All ya'll versus me +All ya'll verses sweet +Nothing but desserts to me, and Hercules got to eat +All ya'll take a seat +My Hercules got to speak +Cause all y'all 'bout to bring +The Hercules out of me +Keep playing1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ether[Lil Wayne talking] +Haters nigga... Squad Up nigga +("Fuck Jay-Z") +Naw my nigga I fucks wit Jay-Z Sorry you know what I'm sayin +("Fuck Jay-Z") +No no no I fucks wit the homie man...sorry no +("Fuck Jay-Z") +Yes we bout to squad this thing out baby Ya'll ready to squad wit me +Then throw yo guns in the air mu-fucka +If you ain't got a gun get the fuck up outta here mu-fucka +Cause we gon' bust it in ya head mu-fucka +We here mu-fucka yes this is the squad right here +Dawg And no the rhyme didn't even start yet bitch +But here we go, (come on Wayne) +Look + +I, young money boy Lil' Weezy +Hold it for A and Eagle +Cash Money cross the belly +Cash Money Makaveli +We get that fetti fellas we bump that Roc-a-fella +We got it pumpin holla back we crack rocafellas +Nigga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas +I got that brown boy or that white consuella +Fee this shit over I got us thats a promise +Let's go cop two new rovers drop it on Magic Johnsons +Thats 32's for fools stick to them stuntin' rules +500 up in ya tummy can you stomach dude +S Q my young'n crew we paid our fuckin dues +Thats why yo bitch is over here suckin and fuckin dudes +Ya'll niggas want a war bring it it's nothing dude +This shit too hot to relax bitch dont get comfortable +I fuck with super sammy blanco and fuck the bull +Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin full +What are you fuckin crazy come on its Weezy baby +No for real bitch its Weezy baby + +Call me bad Wayne and I'm like Max Payne +The sickest shit to hit since anthrax came +I leave you with a tampax frame all bloody +Just stand back man y'all dont want it +But damn that man I come thru and do my Grand Theft thang +My cran-ap tan cap slant back thang +My hustle game up plus my flow that ugly +Just call me Mitchell and Ness I got throwback money +I got that um all good if its no crack money +I got that hes all good he dont need to show that money +I blow that money cause I know that money +Hit the club and wild out and go and throw that money +If that bitch on 21's then you know thats money +I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somthin +You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude +Thats that Weezy the shit that make yo soul burn slow + +Fuck Ya ...S Q A D Holla at ya boy + +(lil Wayne talking) + +They can't fuck wit me man +I dont Dawg I dont see em fuckin wit ya nigga right here +Ya know what I'm sayin +Call me the throwback youngn +Bitch everytime you see me I'm in the 70's ho +You dont know if its a jersey or the pimp game bitch +Or it might just be the shit I got in my back pocket +Know what I'm sayin In the balloon or the silver pack +What you how you want it nigga? Huh? +How you want it dawg? +It's whateva we got it nigga from 64's to bentleys +To porsches nigga to the to the to the fuckin g-wag +You dont see a g-wag in the city unless its Weezy +And that white lady but we dont know her You know what I'm sayin? +Thats how we doin it dawg +This ya boy right here Man I'm holdin it down for the N.O +And when you come past here you entering my home nigga +I I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 nigga but I run tha East Man +You know what I'm sayin +So So when you get to sheps think of Weezy man +Know you steppin into Weezy territory +You more than welcome to come holla at me man +I got whatever you need +Holla at ya people man +Squad up I see y'all baby its all love dawg2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +F Him Good[Verse 1] +Uh, we had lunch +We talked about love and shit +She looked me in my eyes +And then said the next dick she'd take +Would be her husband's dick, damn +See, I had the steak, she had the lobster +I say, "I want you on my team," she say, "I don't join rosters" +"Oh, believe that," and then the drinks came +And then the mood changed and then her answer switched +She let her hair down and lit a cancer stick +She saw it turned me off and said she tryna quit +She went to the ladies room and I hopped on my phone +Most likely she doin' the same thing + +[Chorus] +Like, "Girl, what you think? +Um, should I do it?" +She say, "Shit, I don't know +You know these niggas, he probably used to it" +Her other friend grabbed the phone and said +"That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga +That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga" +And then she say, "If you do, you better fuck him good +'Cause if another bitch could, she gon' f—" +[Verse 2] +We had dinner +We talked about the future +She said I could have chose any bitch +I would beg to differ, but beggars can't be choosers, yeah, mmm +And see, I had the shrimp, she had the pasta +She said she don't like rappers, we got something in common +I said, "Especially that nigga Wayne" +We both laughed and then the wine came +And then her mind changed +She loosened up her blouse, her smirks turn to smiles +It was a full moon when she turned around +She used my restroom, she say, "You know, girl stuff" +She left the water runnin' and hit her girl up + +[Chorus] +Like, "What you think?" (Haha) +"Should I do it?" +She say, "Shit, I don't know +You know these niggas, he probably used to it" +Her other friend grabbed the phone and said +"That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga (Yeah) +That bitch just hatin', you better fuck that nigga" (Yeah, yeah) +And then she say, "If you do, you better fuck him good +'Cause if another bitch could, she gon' f—" +[Verse 3] +We had breakfast, yeah +We fucked all night long and shit +We fell asleep naked, so when we woke up +She wanted that morning dick (I gave it to her too, hmm, yeah) +I had the grits, she had the waffles +She say she drank too much last night and I shoulda stopped her +I say, "Believe that," and then my phone rang +She saw my girl name and then her world changed +She put her clothes on and said, "I'm going home, Wayne" +I said, "Lisa, chill," and that was the wrong name +She hit her girl up and said, "I hate rappers" +And then her girl laughed and said, "Bitch, what happened?" + +[Chorus] +She said, "What you think? +Fuck, why did I do it? +Bitch, I bet that nigga knew he was gon' fuck +From 'Hi, how you doin'?" +And then her friend on the phone say +"Girl, I was just trippin', I woulda fucked that nigga +Girl, I was just trippin', I woulda fucked that nigga" (Yeah) +And then she said, "Yes, I did, and I fucked him good +So I hope he tell his girl that I fucked him good"4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +CrazyI remember then, back in December, it was winter like '89 +Shit I must have been 7 goin' on 8 +And comin' from da kitchen was an echo from all the bass +And I ain't talkin bout speakers +I saw my daddy in there I would stare, but I wouldn't touch +But it wasn't because I didn't know enough +Shit, I just knew too much +So I stop bein' lazy, and I became creative +And I learned how to create it +And all that pot's for me +So come see, or come eat +And I hope that she is having da ride of her life +No red lights in sight +Just a bare room with green lights +Come on now +Who did you, where did you, why did you what did you think she was +That's your ho +But does her water help your garden grow... no + +Yeah I know that was crazy +But I think you are more crazier than her +Cuz she is no daisy +Shit she jus pottery +With no seeds +So she can't eat +My heroes had the broads and the cars with big ol' rims +And I could remember slangin', thinkin' +I wanna be like them +Ever since I was little, ever since I was little +I lived life numb + +It made so much sense for me to run +When da 5-0 come +Cause I ain't dumb + +And that shit I hated +Like early 90's late 80's +I was hustlin' as a baby +You can ask Eagle Street, about me +I'm a G + +Ever since I was little, ever since I was little I tote my gun +Cause it made no sense where I was from +To walk around wit none +Shit, nigga you would be crazy +Cause niggas is crazy +And I'm a 80's baby +You should be proud of me +Cause in them streets +I'm hot like da 80's +And my temperature's raisin' +I'm at 100 I'm blazin' +Somebody shower me +Please, pretty please +You can call me wizzle, or you can call me Wayne, man either one +But it's Weezy Baby for your slut +I told her Weezy Baby, I told her more than once +But she just say, "Baby", she just calls me "Baby" +She just screams out "Baby!" when she's on top of me +And the sheets be stickin' like pages +And the bed is so stanky +If she say that is my baby, shit it is possibly not for me +M.-O.-E2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Talk 2 Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] + +Now shorty lets get down to business +If you want it, you can get it +All you gotta do is hit me and it's on (and it's on) +I know its been a minute, and you ain't got time for gimmicks +But I'm comin' to my senses, I was wrong (I was wrong) +But when you roll like me, on your own like me +You gonn' wake up all alone and you will see, see, see +I'm at an all time low, we don't talk no more +Cause I want you back, I need you girl, that's all I know + +[Hook] +Now talk to me, talk to me, talk +Walk with me, walk with me, walk +I know these things that we said +How can we stop and leave all + +[Verse 2] +How can we ruin something so perfect, so fluent +We was young, We was dumb, We ain't know what we was doing +But now that we older, older +Lets take these things slower, slower +Reset the button, button +And start it all over, over +I cannot stop what I feel, You ain't a notch in my belt +I ain't gonna lie to you girl, I want you all to myself +And forgive for being stingy though +Take you all the places that you swear you never been before +Why is this so difficult, This should be the easy part +Believe me if you need me, Ain't no way we finna keep apart +[Verse 3] +No matter where I go, No matter who I'm with +I always think of you, Cause baby you the shhh +I love your body girl, There's no denying that +I will not rest, I will not sleep, like an insomniac +I keep you up all night, You know I get it right +I give it to you fast or slow, Or anyway you like +So give it one more chance +Now how you want it +If we pick up where we parted +We can finish what we started girl6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Shoot Em[Intro: Marley G] +Zaytoven! +Marley! Yeah! +Brrp! +Marley G, blood +Don't shoot 'em + +[Verse 1: Marley G & Lil Wayne] +Black out my red bandana (Yeah) +Dressed in all red like Santa (Yeah) +Me and Tune riding in the Phantom (Skrrt) +Spiked out my Pineapple Fanta (Sippin') +My flows sick like cancer (Sick shit) +Doing the drugs at a random (Tripple) +Bitch I ball like Amber (Ballin') +Keeping one in the chamber +Fucking your bitch in the Hamptons +Checking my diamonds, nothing fugazi +All of you niggas is shady +Crack flow, 80s baby (Yeah) +Hella wavy on them hoes +Pop a perc on them hoes +Giver her something for her nose +All them bitches down to roll +Swerving all in your lane +Don't crash, feel the pain +Dope music in my veins +Skating on em with Lil Wayne +[Interlude: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne] +Boom, boom +Rich (Rich) + +[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne] +Way too much ice now I'm skating on em +Flexing I pull out the Wraith homie (What?) +He saving these hoes put a cape on him (damn) +New freezer the water my neck homie (yahhhhh) +Pronto took her to the condo (condo) +I'm balling on niggas like Lonzo +Too foreign you dont get no convo (hello?) +Too rich I dont need no broke hoe (no!) +Sprite in the Pineapple Fanta (Fanta) +Kill every song like cancer (cancer) +Put it in the lock do damage (damage) +Once I fuck a bitch she vanish (vanish) +I bust on her boobies (boobies) +Pull out the camera we making a movie +Look up to Lil Tunechi (yuh?) +I came out the trap now I smoke out a cutie +She graduated but the head stupid (oh!) +Might tell my shooter go and do it (blrrp!) +Off the lot had a top gone lose it (skrrt!) +And they all taking pictures they groupies +Fuck the Patek (yeah) +She a real model but I just want the neck (ahh) +Give me a sec, big jet on the way to a check +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Okay, okay, okay (okay) +Me and your bae soulmates +But if that hoe disobey, it's back to Chipotle +Beat that pussy up, no foreplay +Oscar De La Hoya +She ride this dick like horse play +I send her back bowlegged +She go right, left (ah), she go both ways (yeah) +When he asked she say "no way" +I can make her play her role and roleplay (yeah) +I can make a redbone feel rosé +AK leave his head gone with no face (bah!) +Wutang, my killers Ghostface +All my AKs 24K (blrrp!) +And Gold Diggers dig your grave +Okay, Tunechi Keyser Söze (yeah) +Smoking that gas need Rolaids (yeah) +Sippin lean fast that's slow pace +If the bitch bad I showcase, okay +100 thou cash on the pillowcase (yah) +One in each hand that's lifting weights +This dick make a bad bitch ricochet (yuh) +Your bitch is in here swallowing like Minute Maid +God damn, okay okay okay (okay) +D.E.A., D.O.A (okay) +I aim right at your shades (okay) +Then let off that roach spray (brrr) +Y'all boys soft as crochet, I take off with no brakes +I try not to leave no trace +But I dripped sauce the whole way +Damn, I'm a boss I pay me, I got lost like KD +I go off like Dray Green +Pop a perc go KG +Man I'm unwired like Dre Beats (yeah) +Repping them big big big B's (yeah) +All y'all drenched restin in peace (yeah) +Dedication 6 sick six feet, Six shit +Medication quick quick quick please +I'm impatient Imma need a MD (yeah) +The doctor said all I need is M-E (yeah) +Your thot in here tryna get me tipsy (yeah) +Your thot in here tryna give me hickeys (damn) +And now she's tryna tell me how to live free (damn) +Never let a stripper give you tips please +That's some six shit +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +The craziest shit Nicki has ever bought for me as gift was a pair of shoes. The shoes look like uh my teeth. That's definitely..and uhm I've actually never worn 'em. They like a pair of shoes where you know you always set them bitches out the night befo' you're like yeah I'm definitely wearin them tonight...and then soon as its time to get ready, you like now this is not the event for these type a shoes. And uhm.. yall already know the type of events I go to. So, if I feel like the event ain't enough for the shoes then you know it's a crazy ass pair of shoes. Shout out my girl Nicki, she coulda just bought me a picture of her. You know...I won't say what kind of picture. You know what I mean--if it's for my birthday or Christmas.. know what I mean1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big Worm[Intro] +(T-T-T-T-T-Think we found a loop hole) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Gave you more than a million, told you, "It's yours, baby", yeah +Gave you more than a mission, love is war, baby, yeah +Gave you one big missile, two big bombs, baby, yeah +Gave you one big kiss and these two arms, baby + +[Verse 1] +Gotta meet a nigga halfway, I'm just a call away +You can use me for your band-aid, I'll put your scars away +And you know I come with some pressure, you gotta be certain +Too picky, I cannot just fall for any person +Too picky, gotta be for me and promise not to turn, yeah +She keep her spliff on Deebo and I keep my blunt on Big Worm, yeah +Uh, jealousy towards me happens so often +Far from egotistic, I done told you that I need you, yeah +Too many fake ones out there, ain't hard for me to see through them +When they know you way way up there, they just wanna see you land +I don't wanna stand if you ain't standing by my side, no oh +I cross the T's baby, you dot the I's, oh oh + +[Chorus] +Gave you more than a million, told you, "It's yours, baby" +Gave you more than a mission, love is war, baby +Gave you one big missile, two big bombs, baby +Gave you one big kiss and these two arms, baby, yeah +[Verse 2] +Gotta meet a nigga halfway, I'm just a call away +Gotta meet a nigga halfway or meet me all the way +Use me for your band-aid, I'll put your scars away +Too picky, I cannot just fall for any person +Too picky, gotta be for me and promise not to turn, yeah +Gotta build a bridge from you to me and promise not to burn it +Although jealousy towards me happens so often +You know they gon' be focusing on everything that we do, yeah +Far from egotistic, I done told you that I need you, yeah +Too many fake ones out there, ain't hard for me to read through that +I don't wanna stand if you ain't standing by my side, no oh +And if you like magic, baby, that's a body high, oh oh +Jealousy towards me happens so often +These hoes just tired, they're exhausted +Been sending shots and whatnot, tick tick tock, it's crunch time +Can't give a thot a minute of my bustdown 'cause for you I + +[Chorus] +Gave you more than a million, told you, "It's yours, baby", yeah +Gave you more than a mission, love is war, baby, yeah +Gave you one big missile, two big bombs, baby +Gave you one big kiss and these two arms, baby + +[Outro] +Gotta meet a nigga halfway, I'm just a call away +You can use me for your band-aid, I'll put your scars away +And you know I come with some pressure, gotta be certain +Too picky, I cannot just fall for any person +Too picky, gotta be for me and promise not to turn, yeah +She keep her spliff on Deebo and I keep my blunt on Big Worm, yeah +You know they gon' be focusing on everything that we do, yeah +Far from egotistic, I done told you that I need you, yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Skate It Off[Intro] +Mic check +This the motherfuckin' squad man +You know how we fuckin' it up... +Mic check +We the Fort Knox squad, watch the cream baby +Real squad shit man +Let's go, let's go + +[Verse 1] +Wait, I just skated off on the plug, skrr, skrr +I just skated off like T. Pud, skrr, skrr +I just skated off, on twelve +With the work in one hand like Odell +With the work, yeah +I got eyeballs on the roof, on the roof +I keep nigga's skulls just for proof, nigga oh +Money so tall it could hoop, money go +I'm high on my I.D, my IG and IQ +Yeah, I just touched down, what's the scoop? +What's the scoop? +I just hear blasé, blasé, blasé, whoop-de-whoop +Whoop-de-whoop +Yeah, i just touched down, I'm going for two +(Let's go, let's go) +You just hear AK, AK, AK, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo +I just touched down, what it do? +What it do? +Me and all my skaters in cahoots, in cahoots +Bitch, I just skated off like Nyjah Huston, switch +Think I need a cape like superman +I just skated off on drugs, on drugs +I just skated off sippin' mud, sippin' mud +I just skated off on the Xan, on the Xan +And we just skateboard, we don't dance in our Vans, nope +[Verse 2] +I just skated off on twelve, fuck twelve bitch +Bout to board slide a fucking handrail +I just skated off in YSL +And I can eyeball work, fuck the scale, fuck the scale +I got eyeballs on the roof, on the roof +My slimer ollie off this fuckin' roof, fuckin' roof bitch +I got eyeballs on your squad, pop, pop, pop +I just skated off like a shot, so deep +I just skated off with Chaz Ortiz, Chaz Ortiz bitch +I just skated with some SB's, got some SB's bitch +I just skated off with Theotis +I got eyeballs on your whoodies, fuck you, got 'em +Keep your eyeballs off my guap-o, guap-o +I just skated off like El Chapo, Chapo +I just skated off when I chop +A gun in both hands, bitch I'm 'bout to do the Shaba, Shaba +Treat a Rolls Royce like a Honda, bitch back up off me +Nigga I'm the God, you Godiva +She gon' pop it off for a thug, yeah +I just skated off on her love, deuces +I just skated off on the plug +She just skated off on her hubs +I just skated off on a thot, thot bitch +And left her thong wetter than my yacht, why not? +I just skeeted off in your wifey (get a lot of hoes) +While I got more cards than a psychic, I'm good +Black credit card, nigga swipe it, I'm good +We them niggas man +We good +Stripes in these streets, call me stripey I'm good +Long Beep.... +Flying in these streets like a pilot +Tissues for the beef they keep crying 'bout the truce +[Verse 3] +I just skated off on twelve +Everything that's in my safe that's for bail +Yeah cause I know nigga's turning snake, we turning up +Yeah, I told my hoe I had to turn the page, she turned to drugs +Double barrel double dating double cup +And no matter how hard I fall, I get up, man fuck you going bitch? +I get up and try again, we call that rebate +Oh your bitch just want this D? Okay it's D-Day +I get flown off on her PJ +I'm gon' make my skaters rich, we ain't no cheapskates, no, no +That AK got that pop like the TJ +Yeah, in the streets we [?] get them sweepstakes +Fuckboi you a hater, what the streets say +These bullets turn your tomato to a v8 +Yeah we juuging, we finnesin' very easy +We get the squad, looking for another squad to cremate4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Know the Future[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Straight from the bottom of the cut +I give it to these bitch niggas like momma taught me +One man with no weapon at war, but I'm an army +My flow is captain: attention, lieutenant +Your penny pension and they demolished that invention +You better get your dollars up, and guess what, I was up +I get my cheese like Mickey Mouse, or else you better Donald Duck +Like a shootin' range target, I get all kinda bucks +Be my shootin' range target, nigga I got good luck +Nigga bye bye good luck, got your momma shook up +Lil bad ass nigga, who thought Popeye wasn't tough +I'm on that la la, twist it up, I'm on that syrup, slow it down +And I like four freaks too, and I ain't Yung Joc but its goin' down +I buy a marijuana field, then I just mow it down +Big bad wolf, yes, I just blow it down +No homo and to Hollygrove, I will hold it down +Like a circle of knives, I got the sharpest flow around + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Future (I know) +Future (I know) +Future (I know) +Future (I know) +Future +I know they can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Bitch I'm Mack Maine +I got the heart of a king, blood of a slave +Feel like I been there before, my second time to the grave +But it's one life to live, that's why I'm gettin' paid +Off a flow that's priceless, I just got it appraised +Spit like I need a raise, blaze as I gaze +At the stars and ask the Lord, why the culprit's at the pulpit +It make me sick to my stomach, that's why I rap +Like a pregnant woman, I don't spit I vomit +So pay homage, me and Wayne two G's +Like twenty hundreds and we keep the semis blunted +And we live like brothers from another +So fuck with him and Mack gonna react like you did me somethin' +That's a hint to you Davids, throwin' shots at Goliath +This the New Testament, where the victor is the giant +So you should get your weight and lose the hate +Remember males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female's trait + +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hustlin[Intro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] +Dramatic, nigga! +Haha! Shoutout my nigga, Rick Ross! +Shout to Slip-N-Slide! +Khaled! (My nigga, DJ Khaled!) +Yeah! Dedication 2! (That's right!) +Drama! I... see ya! +I'm so dedicated right now! +Fee, baby! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) +Hot Spitta! Mack Maine! +Twenty-four-seven! +Po, baby! E-I-E-I-O! +D2! (Gangsta Gri-zillz!) + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, now what they do? +You know it's Weezy F. the fuckin boss +Inside the Phantom bitch so big I probably get lost (Ill!) +How bout that exhaust, and my Funky Cold Medina +I make that ho tip toe like a ballerina +I'm the Miami fever, in that Miami Heat +Hop in that Miami water, I'm like a Florida Marlin +But I come from New Orleans, nigga, we still strong +And my money real long, real real real long +And this my thirteenth year, bitch, I'm still goin' +So my money real long, real, real, real long +Nigga that steel on, red beam safety off +Murder scene, tape it off, red rum, tomato sauce +Niggas say they paper boys, bitch, I be with caper boys +I say we be burnin bodies, we dont be burnin cars +And I got a bitch with me, call her "Miss Without-Drawers" +And I'm at the bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdrawals" +[Chorus: Rick Ross & Lil Wayne] +Everyday I'm hustlin' (yeah), everyday I'm hustlin' (yeah) +Everyday I'm hustlin', everyday I'm, everyday I'm +Everyday I'm hustlin', hu-hustlin', hustlin', hustlin' +Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard + +[Verse 2] +If you want it I'mma bring it let Diana Ross sing it +I'mma pull it I'mma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin' +I be way in Opa-Locka with that Rick Ross bangin' +If you try me, I reverse ya, now you Kris Kross-swangin', yeah +Whip soft top seats soft leather feet prop +Heat cocked, somethin on my neck look like a peacock +You need not, talk that street hop to me Ak' cause we pop +Like thousand dollar bottles of that Chris Rock +Bitch stop trippin' I been hot, when not +I been threw away what they just got +And niggas talk shit but when I see em they lips lock +Bitch bop, know I got that ooo wop griplock, get shot +Bitch I bet I'm hustlin' when ya nigga not +Bigger appetite, bigger pot; EAT! + +[Chorus: Rick Ross & Lil Wayne] +Everyday I'm hustlin' (yeah!), everyday I'm hustlin' (Weezy!) +Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard +[Verse 3] +Call it what you want, but baby, just dont call the cops +Let em chase that drop, I'mma chase that guap +Yeah, racetrack jacket wit the racetrack locs +Yeah all black Maserati taste that smoke (Gangsta!) +I'mma crack that egg open, beat that yolk +Let it soak let it soak watch it come back bulk, yeah +Then I hit the streets up and talk that talk +Let it float, let it float, never come back broke, naw +Run that shit, I'm Cash Money's bread and butter, no sugar +Bring me all the beef, I'm the motherfuckin' pressure cooker +Yeah, yeah, I could change the weather for ya +Lose ya ass, the neighbors tell 'em that they never saw ya +Close ya mouth, it be better for ya +All that snitchin like the cops got a medal for ya, ha! +I'mma hustler, got work hoes and metal for ya +When ya think ya ready, I'll be ready for ya, bitch! + +[Outro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] +Shoutout to the 305! (Yeah! Dedication 2!) +Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it, real hard +Philly and Miami! They got the official! +Huh? I thought I told them niggas +Shoutout to MixUnit!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +David Banner[Intro] +Chrome on the monster +Leather intestines +With a top model +And the contestants +I'm a Rottweiler +Yes I'm a rock 'n' roller +It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby +Yeah straight up out the stroller + +[Verse 1] +Chrome on the monster +Leather intestines +With a top model +And the contestants +I'm a Rottweiler +Yes I'm a rock-n-roller +It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby +Yeah straight up out the stroller +I'm higher than the solar +System +Marley twist 'em +I'm like Macaulay Culkin +I was rich when I was pissin' +On myself, I'm ballin' +You niggas haterholics +I'm just the recipe +So you can save the garlic +I'm like a set of keys +I'm bout to get it started +I smoke them Beverly +Hills, from California +Them bitches after me +So I put that paddle on 'em +She rode my dick +And said she shoulda put a saddle on him +I watch out for them snakes +Listen for that rattle, homie +And I ain't got a clique +I got a cattle, homie +What up Five +Kickin' back just being boo +I'm talking foreign money +Like a European dude +Yeah I'm heavy, man +So you should reconsider +I hit you one time +Fuck up your equilibrium +I got rhythm +Yeah, I got soul y'all +I travel all around the world like a postcard +My flow cold +Fuck around and get a cold sore +I got this bitch on lock like a closed door +Weezy's real, them other niggas folklore +I'm connected, I got more hoods than a coat store +I'm successful, I got more shit than you can hope for +And I got through that water like a boat oar +Young, Carter the name +Baby boy rising like hot water and 'caine +[Bridge] +Whip it, stretch it, and flip it +Re-up, stretch it and flip it +Re-up, stretch it and flip it +Re-up, stretch it and flip it + +[Verse 2] +Re-up +We up in the club, we up in the club +Money running like water, bitch get up in the tub +I'm up in the club, she up in the club, he up in the club +Now she can't leave so we fuck in the club +Am I lucky or what +Playboy rabbit +And I like big tongues, like skateboard fashion +I got more girls than the Playboy mansion +I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Sampras +And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford +And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer +And I know this world is so cold and deceivin' +But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin' +Yeah, and until that chosen evenin' +I'mma be screaming Apple and Eagle +Yeah, that's right, Apple and Eagle +Hollygrove 17, I won't leave you +Nope, and this is just the preview +But I am already working on the sequel +Fuck with me wrong +I'll fuck with your home +Like a letter to the wife saying your husband is gone +Like Muslim I'm calm +But like Muslim I'll bomb +And beat the track up like a hundred arms +I'm funky like underarms +The engineer's recording a thunderstorm +My hunger forms +Then ring the alarms +Tha Carter 2 was nice +But the third times a charm +[Outro] +Weezy Fuckin'10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Runnin[Intro] +J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +The loser, microphone abuser +Feet hurtin', I just walked from Jerusalem +So you should get on the side with the movement +I'm the proof and I'll die just to prove it +Whatchu wanna know? Anything, whatever +I can't tell you, I can show you better +Me-me and my gun, we took an oath together +Said I will never die, if we both together +Yeah, this is my testification +I'm Wayne on their hands like precipitation +And in hell you, you need justification +But, but for me it was just a vacation +Heheh, yeah + +[Chorus: Shanell] +Somebody tell me when's it gonna end? +Where's it gonna end up? +Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' +Runnin' run it all +When's it gonna end? +Where's it gonna end up? +Runnin', runnin', runnin' +Run it all! +[Verse 2: Shanell] +I lost all my money +I lost half my mind +Can't find my direction +Where's the finish line? +Could I be far away from it all? +How far it gone +If I can stay for it all +Then I shouldn't fall + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Shanell] +Uhh, but if I fall, I fall up and let the clouds hug me +And if I fall down, I bet I hit the ground runnin' +Bet you search and found nothin', looking for the finish line +Stop short cuttin', you fuckin' up your finish time +Shit, but every twice in a while +It feels like I'm runnin', and life is the miles +Yeah, but until the lights dimmin down +I'll be runnin' around, runnin', runnin' +Ohh, ohh-whoa, will you tell me? + +[Chorus: Shanell] +Somebody tell me when's it gonna end? +Where's it gonna end up? +Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' +Runnin' run it all +When's it gonna end? +Where's it gonna end up? +Runnin', runnin', runnin' +Run it all! +[Verse 4: Shanell & Lil Wayne] +Counting all my pennies but it doesn't add up +At the mercy but somehow it ain't enough +Reading all the red lights trying not to give up +But I don't know how long it's gonna last, ohh +It's almost over now +I say it's almost over now +The end is gettin' closer now +Better do what you suppose to cause the world is all so short now + +[Chorus: Shanell] +Somebody tell me when's it gonna end? +Where's it gonna end up? +Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' +Runnin' run it all +When's it gonna end? +Where's it gonna end up? +Runnin', runnin', runnin' +Run it all! + +[Outro: Shanell & Lil Wayne] +When's it gonna end? +Where's it gonna end? +Runnin', run it all! +Yeah! I'm runnin' outta time, I'm runnin' out of space +Feel like I'm runnin' round, but I'm runnin' in place +We all in the race, I'm just another sprinter +If there's no finish line, then who's the real winner?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +YM Salute[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] +Better strap up your boots +Before they start to shoot +Then do it for the troops +It’s Young Money salute + +[Verse 1: Lil' Twist] +So sick with the flow +Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist +Been a pro way before Romo or T.O +No Witten, Cowboys to a Piston +A.I., no Wallace, your kids gettin' demolished +I’m bookin' on your suckers like I'm just leaving college +But smart, very smart - too smart for your knowledge +Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius +It’s YME, nothin' gets in between us + +[Verse 2: Lil' Chuckee] +Tell Wayne I’m goin' in like somebody bout to bury me +In this rap game, nobody could ever bury me +That's why you see me on stage rockin' with Young Money +I told my team I got us man, it’s all on me +Like Volume two B.G., I got my crew with me +Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki +Every time I’m on the track it’s ransom +Can’t find us anymore, it’s random +When Young Money come through you better salute us +[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] +Better strap up your boots +Before they start to shoot +Then do it for the troops +It’s Young Money salute + +[Verse 3: Jae Millz] +Hey I solemnly swear if it ever go down +You ain't never got to call me cause I’mma be there +Let's get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shell toes +Strapped like Velcro and is we running hell no +And truthfully, aimin' for number one, oh do we +You ask why I reply 'cause nobody remember two or three +Cross YM out of him we'll make a movie +We all we can be, respect the army and salute we + +[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda] +Young Money army, we marching +We coming forward, no warning +We got these boys running like Forrest +So salute me like a general +First place, never last +Always on top and I’m a chief like a Seminole +Got the game in a stranglehold​ no letting up +You can get the top of your can popped like 7-Up +Knock knock let us up, Young Money applaud me +And we’ll take the game out your hands like a joy stick +[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj] +I’ma need my badges and my ribbons +Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn’t given +Everything that I’ve given, I swear I’ll never give in +Just look at what I’ve been in and this is just the beginning +I d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls +Blowing kisses to the soldiers, I am Marilyn Monroe +But we shoot shoot shoot em up, camouflage me +Cause Young Money is the Navy better yet the Army + +[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] +Better strap up your boots +Before they start to shoot +Then do it for the troops +It’s Young Money salute + +[Verse 6: Lil Wayne] +Commander-in-Chief +One hand on the World, one hand on the brief +I stand on the world, bitch I stand on the peak +Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G +Don’t ask me about shit but money +Fuckin’ right my money long I got that 10-foot money +I get it fast when I get to the money +When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running +I meant feet, I’m in deep like wet pussy +I’m a purple heart proven war vet, rookie +You can’t even sit next to me +Now bring money or death to me, or don’t step to me +Now don’t step nigga, march with me +To the steps of the court building +Like ain’t we God’s children? +I know at all times gods feel me +So I play my part until the war kill me +Salute - or shoot +[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] +Better strap up your boots +Before they start to shoot +Then do it for the troops +It’s Young Money salute + +[Outro: Nicki Minaj] +It’s Young Money salute +It’s Young Money salute +It’s Young Money salute +It’s Young Money salute2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blowing Up Fast[Intro] +Bitch I'm Mack Maine +And this Young Money +Lil brotha get 'em + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Straight out the hood a young hoodlum +Done what I shouldn't did what they say I couldn't +Hid where all the killers hid at +Hung where the other hustlas slung at +Waiting on the get back +Get that +Flip that +Debating on the mix match +Switch that from dope to coke I'm blowin up fast +Now you niggas is slowing up fast +(secret weapons) "I can hear myself but I can't feel myself, I wanna feel myself like tweet!" +Now my niggas is blowin up aves +If I tell 'em you niggas is holding up cash +Rollin up stepping outta the phantom's ass +Put cha litters away ur talking to a can of gas +There's nothing to say no matter who comes to ask +And murder ain't funny but we do love to laugh +Shit we just living take money take baths +Take a nigga bitch and fuck her +And send her back wit nothing +Now isn't that disgusting +Give him back his sista give him back his cousin +Yea, go make a stack or something +Go and buy yourself a spine and give back the frontin' +Yea and to end that discussion +I been had strength I just got the muscle +Fuck ya, this that 'n' the other +I see my people struggle wish that they wasn't +The government try to put us in a muzzle +But you're two fingers ain't the pieces to da puzzle +Shit say to each his own hustle +And I hustle all night and then go home to the fussin' +Then wake up to the fuckin' +Breakfast in bed don't forget my english muffin +Hawaiin punch tastes like robitussin +A nigga jus livin jus breathin jus puffin' +Come on mama drop down and curl up +Dick millimeter cock back and murda +Aye senorita we cannot go any further +If my girl catch us both in the spot she will merk us +Pussy niggas talkin all that slop we will merk cause +Hungry ass niggas I tote two hamburgers +Who want beef? Who want beef? I bring it to your front door and now you seem nervous +Two seater swervin' +Traffic to hell wit it +Shit you can't die with it can't go to jail with it +Might as well wild in it passin and feelin' it +Me I excel fishtail and tailwhip it +Give them niggas somethin' to tell them bitches +Smellin like money at a full court scrimmage +The fam at the table got a four course dinner +Young money cash money dump confetti on da winner +And yet he understood us so when we told em' break it off +Cause gangstas don't' talk one word'll be a war +And yo platoon can't handle the destruction +Hard body baby killin' sound like seduction +Them niggas chase dope bitches follow the instructions +Sometimes you gotta put the whole rooster in the oven +So tell the public I'mma do my thing +Just as soon as I hear dat bing +Gotta come in +Comin' up +You niggas jus runner up +And runnin' up'll get you in that wheel chair forever +It's whatever +I'm still here forever +Cause the lil'nigga better than all you niggas together +I'm gone3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lost[Chorus] +Well, if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me +If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me + +[Refrain] +I been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me +That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me +And I been lookin' for somebody that been lookin' for me +Keepin' my two fingers crossed, but I'm still lookin' for peace +I been lookin' at the clouds, maybe they'll listen to me +Can't talk dirty to myself because the mirror's too clean +Tryin' never to look back because the light always green +It's safe to say I lost my way, but I never lost the lead + +[Chorus] +And if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me +If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me + +[Verse 1] +Every time it beat, it break apart +I really think it's all my daddy fault +I can't find the keys to my heart +Think I'ma need the automatic start +Out there lookin' for love after dark +Then I get tired and it's an afterthought +Where's the love? Five question marks +Eat your heart out, I had to starve +It's the saddest part +I'm questionin' myself, I ain't gotta answer yours +Baby, that's for sure +I take a look at myself and then I just pass the torch +Baby, back and forth +I ask can we get together just to break back apart +Baby, that's the cure +Me, myself, I, my iPhone, Fantastic Four +Never knew 'take it or leave it' could be so literal +Never knew takin' a breather could be so physical +Never knew takin' it easy could be so difficult +Never knew takin' these drugs could be so spiritual +Never knew the chemist like how I know the chemicals +Never knew takin' a life could be so minuscule +Never know takin' chances will be individual +Never know takin' advantage would be inhospitable, how pivotal +Never knew the shit I never knew would be minimal, how cynical +Never knew love and hate were similar, identical +[Refrain] +I been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me +That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me +And I been lookin' for somebody that been lookin' for me +Keepin' my two fingers crossed, but I'm still lookin' for peace + +[Chorus] +And if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me +If you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me +If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' too deep + +[Verse 2] +I can't find the keys to this life +Picked the locks, I might be a'ight +Close my eyes, I might see the light +Life is a bitch, she might be my type +Death is a bitch, she might be tonight +Haters kiss and dick-eaters bite +Tables turn every day 'n night +Three-sixty, three-sixty-five +I can't find no leaks to my pipe +Police can't find nor reason nor right +Been tryna let shit happen on the fly +But I can't find a seat on that flight +There's a private plane, that's simple and plain +Tickets at a more reasonable price +Sometimes, I don't know how it's gon' end +Even though I done seen the movie twice +Pop a wheelie, new motorbike +Some people like to live a slower life +Some niggas like to live cutthroat +I'ma be the nigga that hold the knife +You girl wan' hold me tight over night +Who am I to tell her wrong from right? +I'ma give her more dick than advice +You give her more strings to a kite +I just found a needle in a haystack, bitch, it's payback +I found myself talkin' to myself with nothin' to say back +And I just found the keys to a Maybach I had way back +Tryna find everything but my way back +[Chorus] +Yeah, well, if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me +If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me +I been lookin' at my posse with a look of belief +I been lookin' my closet and it look like Paris +They been lookin' for your body, they been lookin' for weeks +They find you dead with your eyes open, lookin' for grief + +[Outro] +I been lookin' at the clouds, they say they look up to me +Safe to say I lost some sleep, but I never lost my dreams +If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' too deep +They lost3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ain’t I[Intro: Jae Millz, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Barack O-Drama!) +Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!) +Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga +Jae Millz (Gangsta! AMG!) +Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! +We just shining on you niggas all crazy! +Hahaha! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) Let's go! + +[Verse 1: Jae Millz] +I'm the real, I'm the authentic, the fact and the truth +It's Jae Millz, brown skin, but I black in the booth +And for the green or that white, you'll see red +Mushroom bullets hit your body, and they spread +Then your ass dead, no need for a hospital room or a bed +Just tell his mama, "Get him some nice threads" +So at least he'll be a bitch-ass nigga dying in style +He didn't want to look up to me, now he gotta look down +Somebody better tell 'em: On these beats, I'm a beast +Half-man, half-animal like King on "Tekken" +I'll wreck him, and yeah, Young Money is what I'm reppin' +Respect 'em or I'll put you on that highway to Heaven +Matter of fact, pussy, you'll get your own lane +With no speed limits, so you can get there in a minute, ha +It's Dedication 3, it's no replacing we +That's like asking a group of Muslims, "Where that bacon be?" +Straight Grand Patrón flow, it's no chasin' me +And that amnesia is what my medication be +That's that Amsterdam grade-A, I'm smoking in the Netherlands +So high that I'll probably fucking never land, bitch! +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Motherfucking psychopaths +Young Money cavemen, motherfuck a Geico ad (Ill!) +Four-four, bulldog, fuck around and bite your ass +Shitting on you bitches, now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Bitch, I'm balling, I like my cash—no, I'm lying, I love my dough +Got them hoes fallin' like a hundred million dominoes +But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy +When he wouldn't +Holla at your guala, yeah, bitch, it's me +Kicking motherfuckers out the kitchen heat +I'll put you where the fishies sleep +And when they wake, you'll be the fishies' feast (Gangsta!) +Haha! Yeah, I'm a shark, you see my fin, ho? +Bullet leave a hole in your face, not a dimple +Straight from the N.O., it's no problemo +To put a nigga brains on the motherfucking window +Ugh! Damn right, I'm nasty +How I come through in that wide-eyed Aston +The leather guts, and might I add in: +It's black-on-chrome like Darren McFadden +Yeah, and don't be comparing my swag +With these wack-ass niggas that's oh-so-swagless +Yeah, and call me Mr. Swagmore +Got your girlfriend open like some fucking pores +Or open like some fucking doors +Nigga, it's, "Fuck you, and I'm fucking yours" +From the bedroom to the floors +Whores, haha!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nina[Verse 1] +Now it was me and Lil CC and we was chilling by ourselves +Popped a pill and now I'm feeling myself +All these cuts on my wrist, it's like I'm killing myself +Diamond cuts is what I mean, I'm so hot I might melt +Only in your bitch mouth, nigga whatcha talking 'bout +You ain't talking 'bout shit if you ain't talking bout this +Don't worry 'bout me, worry bout my bitch +Don't worry 'bout me, worry bout my bitch + +[Hook] +I got a bitch named Nina, and Nina's so slutty +Cause she'll do him and everyone of his buddies +Say, she'll do him and everyone of his buddies, yeah +She'll do him and everyone of his buddies +Protection off, safety - I look straight ahead +"I got them niggas Weezy", that's what the .380 said +"I got them niggas Weezy", that's what the .380 said +That's what the .380 said, that's what the .380 said + +[Verse 2] +Man y'all ain't ready +I'll take one -- me and Lil Terry +And we hold court like Mason, Perry +Oops, I meant Perry Mason, the weed got me dyslexic +I’ve been hungry since I entered and I ain’t looking for an exit +Eat or get ate, and you looking like breakfast +You done took it too far, now don't stretch it +Damn, my bitch sexy and my bitch slutty +Cause she'll do him and everyone of his buddies, yeah +She'll do him and everyone of his buddies +Yeah, she'll do him and everyone of his buddies +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +In the back of the 'Bach +Its just me and my little brother, bitch +We call him Little Snack +Um, why we call him that? +Cause he like to eat snacks +And I like to eat rappers like he like to eat snacks +I call em emcee snacks +You emcees wack +How 'bout your funeral? Let me emcee that! +Three emcee facts: +My name's Dwayne Michael Carter, DMC's back! +Nigga walk this way +And I'm gonna paint your ass like an art display +I'm really rich, I just talk this way +And maybe if you get rich you'll talk this way! +See, right now I'm talking foreign, you dig? I'm talking foreign +Leave a hole in the boy big enough to park a car in +You're on, but you ain't on it, I'm more on like Warren +Move, boom! Now my bitch talking for me +Damn, and she's so slutty +Cause she'll do him and everyone of his buddies +Say, she'll do him and everyone of his buddies +Man, she'll do him and everyone of his buddies +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s What They Call MeMan, I ain't got nothing but some pussy and some paper +I keep a bad bitch like a muthafucking Laker +I don’t love them hoes, fuck that pussy till its aching +Pass a bitch like Troy Aikman +Man, gangstas don’t die, gangstas go to Vegas +We don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us +Muthafucking fools, like the first of fucking April +I ain't never been a pussy, have you ever been in pussy? +Thats so muthafucking good, feel like a treasure in a pussy +I’m a shovel in a pussy, or devil to them pussy +Spill the champagne on them pussies +Yeah, same shit different restroom +Stop playing, I turn your chest into a flesh wound +Ha, you would never guess who's in my guest room +Now they saying "just me Tune!" + +[Hook] +Tunechi, that what they call me man +Big dog muthafucker, you’s a Pommerain +They say fuck me, then Karma came +And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name + +And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name +In my momma name…guns in my momma name +And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name +[Lil Wayne - Verse 2] +I’m smoked out, I’m by myself +Bitch, I’m a king no matter how the cards are dealt +It’s Young Money or it’s take money +Long hair don’t care, call me jake sully +Pay me or pay for me +I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me +Momma pray for me +Goons spray for me +I have em bring me your head on a tray for me +Cut the brain raw, pussy ass nigga I’m at your chest like a training bra +Tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar +Pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservoir +Real nigga repertoire +Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps +Reportin’ live from the top of the food chain +We eatin man, now what my name? +Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man + +[Gudda Gudda] +Gudda Gudda, double G, it’s all the same +The game ain't never been the same since the Carter came +And I stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane +You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man +Duck tape on the handle of my pistol nigga +And I don’t spit no more I drew like a retarded man +Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man +Don't you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, I’m sorry man +Young nigga with old school, game like an Atari man +Thats your ho callin’ man +I’m Gudda Gudda bitch, thats what they call me man6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Weezy[Intro: DJ Drama] +(This a Big E beat) +"Young Money All-Stars" on the way! +Put the party in the bag—now hand it over + +[Break: Lil Wayne] +Hold up, hold up, I didn't know you were gon' do this one. Alright, now y'all motherfuckers have me— That— That's what y'all been wanting, huh? Okay, okay, go 'head, Drama, do it + +[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +See, I don't wanna be the mixtape king no more +More like the mixtape president +Barack O'Drama! +It was definitely time for change +Yeah +I mean the game been dry +Uh-huh +So, I figured we going for re-election +Yeah +So, me and Wayne gon' keep running +Uh-huh +So y'all niggas can fly +It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +This a Big E beat +And I'ma cook this bitch like piggy meat, yeah, haha (Ill!) +You can get pork-chopped +Young Money, bitch, let the champagne cork pop (Gangsta! Ill!) +I will bat your man, now go tell a shortstop +Okay, bitch, you do the wop? Well, bitch, I do the guap +Okay, man, you do the drop? Well, man, I do the yacht +You pull up in parking lots, I pull up at the dock, like, yeah +Macaroni, greens and hamhocks +I am not on your planet like Doctor Spock +Rock to my own tune, Lil Tune +My stomach hurt, and my shit is dropping real soon +Kill whom and whoever for whatever +That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters—now you spell it +I say, "Young Money, bitch, forever" and we better +Than all these motherfuckers up in this era, know'm tal'm'bout? +Yeah, I tell my niggas, "Pick the target out" +Yeah, and then, I quickly pick the target off +Like volleyball, I'ma serve 'em +And being fake is pussy, so, nigga, I'm a virgin (Gangsta!) +Dr. Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon +Cleaner than some brand-new detergent, you heard me? +And I make your bitch get on the plane with that Fergie +Tell 'em, "Get off Birdman Jr. birdy" +[Verse 2: Shanell & DJ drops] +I love the skin that I'm in +Goosepimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y-M +That 'gnac, that Goose, that Trón, that gin +Got a club of girls cracking, let the party begin +I heard you call yourself a baller when the camera's on +If it ain't tricking 'cause you got it, what you tripping on? +See, I'm the spoiled chick you fronting niggas hate to meet up with +But my crew holdin' duffle bags, bitches (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) + +[Verse 3: Lil Twist] +Rocking on the scene (Ugh), and yeah, I hear "My Dougie" (Yeah) +I D-Town boogie, now the girls really love me (C'mon) +V.I.C. then Vic, yeah, they both got silly +Lil Twist, I get silly (Ugh), I'm the king of the city +Young Money, Young Mula, yeah, the kid in this thing +Grown men in this game can't compete with me, man (Uh-uh) +'Specially when I pull up in that candy Range (Yeah) +Twenty-fours on that thing, sitting next to Lil Wayne +I'm a beast, I'm a dog, yeah, yeah I rap harder (C'mon) +Mic in my hand, I run like Marion Barber +While you haters on the sidelines, and I be a starter +Going bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter +That's my lil' sister if you boys didn't know (Wait) +That's Weezy's daughter, so don't mess with her bro! (Uh-uh) +'Cause we'll come find you in all kinds of cars +Signing out, Young Money, D-Town's All-Star (Yeah) +[Verse 4: Tyga] +It's Tyga (Yup), no lion (No), I'm eating, no diner +This species don't diet, every meal a fish Friday (Yup) +Squad deep like the white guy from Verizon, gator righteous +So it's only right you meet the fugitive, John MacGyver (Me) +Teenager, school cyphers, I was too nicer than them +No license, you gets no high-fiving +Nigga, roll the damn dices (Damn) +Touché, my wordplay two shades from the color grey +My kick game so unreal, they say them colors must be fake (Hahahaha) +Never been made, MTV, I make +Quake your very eyesight, my fame's no mistake (Nope) +Since the deal, steak dinner everyday +Fuck a movie, my life is like a Compton play (Yeah) +You can see it, nearly breathe it, from a couple feet away +But stay away 'cause I don't get along with the tagalongs (Nah) +Let me get on a song, period, gone +I'm off the hook like cordless phones +My identity so right, they think it's wrong +G.E.D., Young Money, finish strong, so I'ma keep going (Ahh) +My ligaments covered in green like general syllables on my face +Like my skin was leather-made, leather, man +Louie you ain't never seen, like a nun booty +None before we—after, it's only boys +Tyga-man, I do it for the hatin' homies +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Dedication 3, baby +Yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nah This Ain’t the Remix[Intro] +Ay Mane +I'm popping shit, man +Tell them niggas, if they tryin' to see me +504 the area code +70118 the zip code +That's right +One more thing +Don't touch my shit, nigga +Old South speakin' to you +That's right + +[Hook] +Hey, when the pistol's in your rib, nigga +Drop it like it's hot (3x) +When I put one up in your wig, better +Drop it like it's hot +Hey, when I run up in your crib, nigga +Drop it like it's hot +Shit, nah, this here is not the remix +Just lil' old me, singing my shit, shit + +[Verse 1] +I'm a Hot Boy. I drive a hot car +The type of nigga get brain in a cop car +Oh, that's your girlfriend +We call her slop jaw +Because she drink from a cock straw +I had relationships with a few pop stars +Wasn't serious, I was aiming for the pop charts +Now the young nigga livin' like a rock star +Only live 5 star, one bed, five whores +I'm a D-boy, but y'all know that +So when you see me, you ask me where the dope at +You wanna see me +Hey, you gon' need some more cash +I can't even hold a conversation with your broke ass +You ain't got more money than me +Think about it +Let's just say someone gave me a check +And took the ink up out it +Now all I can do is go to the bank about it +[Hook 2] +Hey, after you back it up then stop +Drop it like it's hot +Hey mama, pop that pussy then shake that ass +Drop it like it's hot +You gotta wobble-de-wobble and then +Drop it like it's hot +Shit, nah, this here is not the remix +Just lil' old me, singing my shit, shit + +[Verse 2] +I got a sense of humor +But ain't shit funny +I see 'em get mad +But I just get money +My AK a bit runny +So you should either sniff or get hit from it +You get hit runnin' +Hate that I did something +If I did, let me know +I could get a lot of bitches +But my bitch could get me more +Different hoes, got 'em walking on their tippy toes +Talkin' with they pussy holes +Conversation, rule the nation +Here we go, I'm in Bal Harbour +Like give me those +Little man, I ball harder +My car's larger +I'm going farther than y'all could ever pardon +Sharpen my toothbrush, rush the fucking warden +Yeah, I'm part of a mobb daddy +And dyin' behind the sign +Is part of my job, mama +I'm hard as a rock +I'mma fuck me a thick bitch +Throw a CD at her +She drop it, dismissed, you got me +[Hook 2] + +[Verse 3] +I go by Young Carter, father of one daughter +Bought her a cellphone, I call her every morning +I got my first check, I went and bought a V +Bought everybody's with my second +Call me Mr. Deeds +Hey Marley, twist the weed +Lauren, hold the pistol, please +Promethazine got me leaning like 6 degrees +I look Japanese, my bitch Blackanese +You see the guns I got +You know the cops ain't packin' these +They call me Weezy Baby +Please say the "Baby," baby +9-27-82, I'm an eighties baby +Y'all know the Birdman +I know the 80s, baby +So if you trippin' +I'mma take it back to 80, baby +You call me crazy, but +I call it brazy, baby +I'm from the dirty, we could dance +Patrick Swayze, baby +I rock a red flag, representing uptown +Only on the right side +Fuckin' with them Bloods now +[Hook 2] + +[Outro] +When I heard this song, I got a little upset +But then I thought to myself +What haven't I done yet, fuck +Young Money motherfucker +Young Mane, Hot Spitta in the building +We got Lil Boo ridin' with us this time, nigga +Ay Mane +Nah, I ain't a hater, don't get me wrong +I made it a hot line, you made it a hot song +Peace5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Don’t[Baby - talking] +Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin' +Some niggas palms be sweatin' +Some niggas palms be itchy +It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it +You know what I'm sayin', nigga +We built this shit from the ground up +Nigga, The Carter, nigga +You what I'm sayin' +We been around the world gettin' money nigga +We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood +Every project, nigga +We worldwide hustlas, nigga (Belie' that bitch) +You what I'm sayin' +Lets get them niggas, lets ride shawty + +[Verse 1: Baby] +Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders +Five young niggas uptown servants +Word, they bird curvin' for servin' +Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they George Gervin +Bitch, and we was raised in these war times +Jail also made men in these hard times +And don't cry I'mma get mines so pray for me +I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me +So nigga respect my G, respect my grind +Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind +Nigga respect this heat +When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep +Whoa, shawty I'mma blow they whole block +Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind his own plot +Third ward survivor, uptown madness +Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habbit, bitch +[Hook] +We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck +We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us +And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out +And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby +C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck +We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us +And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out +And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +The murder man, picture me lurkin' +Right up behind ya curtains nine's squirtin' +And you could hear it when it's hurtin' +But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain +I took over the circus +Cause I'mma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface +I walk around, fo' pound and surface +To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkel +Blood run up out ya earth now you purple +Your homeboy get it first, but you worst so +Now you headed to the skies above +And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club +Yeah, life's a bitch and death's her husband +And you gonna have to meet up if you keep on fuckin' up +And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up +But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up +[Hook] +We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck +We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us +And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out +And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby +C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck +We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us +And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out +And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Shoot him in his head so he remember +Because of that mama I'll be gone 'till November +I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners +Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em +But them niggas on the block don't know the toys come with him +Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me +I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy +Ya open up ya face I'mma open up the semi +I open up ya kidneys now ya floatin' up the Missi- +Ssippi, river nigga play with deep water now ya swimmin' +Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin' +Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it +And even though I be the man with the milli's +When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's +Beef cranberry on the ceilin' +This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin' c'mon +[Hook] +We don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck +We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us +And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out +And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby +C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck my nigga we young and bizzuck +We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us +And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out +And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, c'mon + +[Lil Wayne - talking] +Wish a nigga would say something, gotta +Standin' right here, guns up boy +Weezy F, Birdman +Holla back1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Hate Love[Verse 1] +She was the sweetest ever +Whatever happened to forever +She never say never, she rather say whatever +I’d rather stay together and she’d rather chase the devil +Now I’m left to race the rebel +Bartender make it several +Turn up the bass and treble +How bout I make it metal +I’m such a fatal fellow +And shes the reason why +Because without the muthafucker I’d die +I’d die, I’d die +So bury me today or tomorrow +Cause I’ve buried myself away +In the sorrow in May +I die before I wake +I pray I’m resurrected for her nightmares sake + +But you love me +At least thats what she said +That whole weekend in my bed +But there was a speaker in my head +Saying “seek and you’ll be led” +But instead, instead I loved you +I was weak and mislead +I was deeper than dead +I was sinking in dread now I’m thinking in shreds +So I inked this in red +But she loves me +She loves me not +I hate love +Yeah I hate love +Oh my God +I hate love + +[Verse 2] +I used to tell myself I wouldn’t do this to myself +Until I proved it to myself +And now I’m losing myself +I used to have my shit together but now +You see now, I with whatever +And now, you see, now, you with whoever, forever and ever +And everybody know I ain't acting like I’m supposed +I’m attacking my own soul +I’m back in a lone mode +I’m back on that long road +And that road goes forever and ever +I don’t wanna love no more, spare me +You can have my heart its only dead beat +I’m sick of the love songs and the bullshit +When reality bites like a wolf bitch +She’s on top, she wanna kiss +She won't stop, she don’t wanna quit +Then I woke up and I wish I could sleep forever and ever +[Refrain] +She loves me, she loves me not +I hate love +Yeah I hate love +Oh my God +I hate love + +And I don’t want love, I don’t want love +I don’t wanna love no more +So if you see her you can have her +She’ll be outside my door +So tell a preacher, tell a doctor +I curse the very day you were born +Tell my lawyer to tell a judge that I’m guilty7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Million Dollar Baby[Intro - Lil Wayne] +Yessir +Uh oh +Uh ohhhhhhhh +Haha +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +Sick with it, six digits, big engines +Get lots of head like 6 midgets +It’s just the code I live by +Represent the road I grew up by +And I see the game like an umpire +Motherfuck one time, and everything combine +I am the boss I have a nigga tell ya bout the gun line +I’m in the hog sometimes, I’m in the Porsche red line +Drive that motherfucker like I’m tryna beat the deadline +Holla at the boy bitch, yes I’m the boy bitch! +I’m fly and ya boy friends a ostrich +How much you cost bitch? +See I will buy you then and then sell you back like an auction +Okay? +I am affiliated with DJ Drama and this Just Blaze track has just met Jeffery Dahmer +I am a Bengal on the beat like Carson Palmer +And them niggas couldn’t see me with panorama haa +Niggas soft as a can of flowers +And soft as a can of tuna +Your fucking with a piranha +The ballin’ is no illusion +Paper tall as a tower +I’m paid ho +I could change ya life all in an hour +I promise I see the city skyline from my shower +I’m feeling like a gun with a bag of gun powder +Pow Pow I’m higher than Mister Charles +Fresh from the bottom of the ant pile +Weezy +Uh.. +Uh huh +Ya +[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] +My grill is gangsta, my aim is money +The championship is beautiful but the game is ugly +They say “Feed the hungry” but these bitches is greedy +But I am awfully gifted I am simply strategic +It’s, come to my room I make her feel like it’s Egypt +And she leave out that room feeling like a paraplegic ha +My fuck game is my capital feature +I stuff her ass up like a pair of new sneakers +Back to the subject at hand +Baby, I’m a wealthy ass young black man +Flow more rare than finding black sand +And I just want some brain like a fucking cat scan +I just want some paper like a fucking trash can +Life is a maze, so hows it hanging pac man +I seem to amaze, as well as advance +I’m so far ahead I gotta save the last dance +[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] +Get it strait like pans as I enhance +M.O.B I’m all about my chips like Lance hehe +I be with animals, with animal tactics +I swear I’m backed up like New York traffic ha +You dumb fucks, you're nothin’ but lunch ducks +Big nuts here swinging like nunchucks +Hollygrove I’m claiming it like insurance +I been on the grind nigga you are just a tourist +Flowers for the dead, say hello to the florist +Fuck with me wrong, bet I rush ya like Borris +Now they tryna kick it but I ain’t Chuck Norris +I kick it with lil flu and he rollin’ up a forest +Can’t be compared no, I’m not a thesaurus +Can’t be banned I’m sorry Miss. Delores +Fuck Wendy Williams the bitch look like a dude +Her body look chewed and her hair looks glued +But let me get back to my food +Eat the track up and leave the mic barbecued +Why in 30 lives would you ever war with I +I’m just getting high, thinking bout Tha Carter V +My homie’s straight, my mama good, and my daughter's fine +And everyday I pray and thank the great Lord of mine +Weezy Baby you're looking at greatness +Gangsta Grillz no braces bitch +Bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +President[Intro: Curren$y] +Uh, yeah, yeah +Hot Spitta, Spitta, Fly Society +Young Money y'all, Young Money y'all +Yeah + +[Verse 1: Curren$y] +Figured it's time that I step back from the game +And peep it from a coach's point of view, so I can see +How niggas went wrong and how the players was wrong +And I can do it how a pro supposed to do +No mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that shit +The line of scrimmage is waiting +Niggas is blitzing, you could get sacked quick +Drop back like an all-star QB +Or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats +You niggas don't comb the pages of the duPont Registry +Looking for vehicles and accessories +Like I do, and every representor of my crew +I get love from Cuz and the Piru +Slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant +Turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce I want +Scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese +Let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out +The police is peeping me and they don't think that I can see +I know they gon' pull me over and make me get out +But I'm on to 'em +Spray the chronic-killer and talk calm to 'em +"Good day officer, what's the problem?" +You looking for answers? I don't got none +I'm from New Orleans and New Orleans don't raise no rats +You know the consequences of your acts, I'm getting money nigga +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Haha, I know that's right +Hello world, yeah +Yeah, uh-huh, Music to Fly To coming soon, y'all + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +You can see me on the Eastside of New Orleans with a red bitch +Fuck the world, make it walk with a leg twitch +Flow retarded, I'm on some Special Ed. shit +The magnificent, twist it like a dread, bitch +And I can get up in the car and drive +And if the record is a smash, I can still survive +Yeah, money ain't a thing but everything to me +Shit, I gotta make them C-notes sing to me +Yeah, higher than all of the angels be +And, no I never choke but I strangle beats +And, I am just a player in this game we be +So go blame the referee, don't complain to me +And I used to have a cutlass on stainless feet +Passin' all day up Latoya's Street +Back when Scarface used to sing to me +Had me feeling like a G was the thing to be +Back when I was pedaling my ten-speed bike +Who knew I'd be pedaling the six-speed white +Big dog through the yard where the little dogs bite +So if you are female dog, you don't fight +Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master +Rich ass nigga, I got all my masters +Bitch ass nigga, I ain't got no master +Rich ass nigga...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Happen to You[Pre-Chorus] +Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, you +You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose +And if it gets too hard to face the truth +You got to grow through what you go through, yeah + +[Chorus] +I need a bandage for the damage I've been through +I've been knocked down but I managed to improve +Only real competition is myself + +[Verse 1] +She's stuck in my brain storm, trying not to get rained on +I put all these rings on and it look like I'm flame throwing +And I put all my chains on and it look like I snakecharm +I was down on my dick, everybody was hissing +Now I'm trying to keep them snakes up out my garden +Put your ear up to my safe, the money snoring +Carolina blue sorta look like Jordan's +Let's get high for Nipsey and pop a blue dolphin +And yes I gotta keep them snakes up out my garden +But keep that Mamba Mentality regardless +'Cause I know harder times are waiting for me in the future +All I can do is stay in my lane and put my gear in neutral + +[Pre-Chorus] +Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, to you +You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose +And if it gets too hard to face the truth +You got to grow through what you go through, yeah +[Chorus] +I need a bandage for the damage I've been through +I've been knocked down but I managed to improve +Only real competition is myself, myself +Yeah you need a bandage for the damage you've been through +You've been knocked down but you managed to improve +Only real competition is in you + +[Verse 2] +I'm caught in a thunderstorm +I look up and it's fuckin' pouring +I'ma need me a lucky charm +I need it easy as Sunday morning +I keep me a firearm 'cause I always think I'm at harm +But it ain't no smokin' over here without ringing my fire alarm +On gang, on God, on moms +This life will break you down to crumbs +I was floating on the cloud, I jumped +And when I hit the ground I sunk +Yeah they thought I was down, I'm up +I was lost now I'm found, what's up +I came too far around to give up +When I was down on my dick +Everybody was missing, they thought I would miss them +But I got in that kitchen and cooked up this wisdom +I started a system +If you really love your niggas you'd never risk them, yeah +[Pre-Chorus] +Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, yeah +You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose, yeah +And if it gets too hard to face the truth +You got to grow through what you go through, yeah + +[Chorus] +I need a bandage for the damage I've been through +I've been knocked down but I managed to improve +Only real competition is myself, myself +You need a bandage for the damage +I've been knocked down, knocked down but I manage yeah +Only real competition is myself +Only real competition is myself2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Best Thing YetTell it to my nine bitch! + +[Anita Baker] +"You're the best thing yet" + +[Intro] +D-D-D-Diesel on the beat +Shhhhhut up bitch... let Anita speak! +I think on the remix of this song I'mma get uh, Common and Kanye +Yeah... ok yeah + +[Verse 1] +Anything he can do I could do better +I avoid trends and I'm still a trendsetter +Weezy just let em, just let em die +I got all the answers so they call me when why +What where who, you think you fly? +I'm up there too - you fly, I flew +I'm up there too +You know they say two, is better than one, time +I'm a pimp, pimpin all the time +So keep your two cents before I give your ass a dime +Pistol on my waist gonna need a funeral and wake +Cause I'mma put that motherfucker dead in your face +R.I.P. I know my history +Run DMC but my girl is only worry bout one DMC +And I'm the shit like I-M-T-H-E-S-H-I-T, haha! +[Bridge] +I do this! ..when I want to +Nah really I can't control it +Even if I didn't wanna do it +I would DO IT! Hahahaha +Yeah + +[Verse 2] +Ready to battle anyone +I'mma go with God and a bag full of guns +Yeah I'm an animal hear me growl +You against me is like Man Vs. Wild +Me against you is like man versus child +Hehe and I am the man +It's Young Moolah, applaud my team +And we prefer red carpet if the floor's not clean +It's Mister, it's the microphone fiend +And they running with my words like I'm writing on jeans +Yeah, and if the lights could all scream +They'd sing my song, I like to be seen +I deserve to be heard if anything else +So I fear God and the world going deaf +Can you hear me now? Heh +Even the hip-hop vets tell me I'm the.. + +[Bridge] +Scary! +Don't stop the beat Diesel +Cause I got the heat Diesel +Like diesel, yeah.. +[Verse 3] +Heh I put it down like it's too heavy +But how can I with the world in my hands +Heaven in my plans +I swear I am important like the evidence I'm saying +I'm just trying to make my alphabets as heavy as I can +How do I live, whem I'm as deadly as I am? +I get props and every other extra credit that I can +Cause see, I respect the merit of a fan +No homo but please blow me to Japan +Okay I'm getting hotter I'mma need another fan +I keep going so here I go again +Always trying to be better than I am +Label me the best and in the throne I will stand +Why? Because I'm just a standup guy +Your hands smoking me cause I got your hands high +I pop a bean and bang Ja Rule when I Cry +You only know me but God knows I try +No x-ray show my insides +And I gotta stay in touch with my pimp side +So, tell your girl I said what's up.. I said hi.. +She like that's what's up.. like the sky.. +Byrd Gang taking off bitch watch em fly +And paint the sky red like the Crimson Tide +Flow retarded, Special Olympics kind +That gold medal heavy but it fit just fine +So, I just had to spit this rhyme +Spit like I'm trying to tongue kiss this rhyme +Some say greatness gets better with time +So I bought a zillion watches but don't watch mine +You little fucks are so i-ron-ical +Nickel plus fo' is a nine millimeter +No starch but I tote i-ron +All out in the open like I'm in I-ran +Young, champ-i-on, like a lamp I'm on +But um, I could clap and then lights off +Take no nights off but my days the same +And people change but fuck it nothing stays the same +And naw I ain't speaking so don't wave the blame +Lock me up but you could never cave the blame +Gasoline, can you invision if our gaze was flames +No you can not stop my vibe, couple page a game +Dang, a game? Yep, well gimme some baby flames +And if this camera shoots me dead, Lord save my chains +Lord save the rings, I am way too vain hehe +Listen to that Kanye again +I play the game like I made the games +You playing like your trying to get traded mane +And you ain't gotta call me the greatest mane +But I am more of a dog than the greatest dane +You boys acting like ladies mane +Crying like you bout to have babies mane +And you can find me grinding on the days we playin' +And that's because I know the sun'll raise again +And when it do I'mma praise the mane +They say you crazy Wayne, but I just bake em mane +And that's Ms. Baker saying, that I'm the... +[Outro] +Hehe yeah +So, now I got.. +I got the, I got the, I got the R&B vets saying I'm the.. +Hahahaha... Lil tunechi bitch! +Young Moolah baby...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Action[Intro] +Go +I'm in love with a beauty +She is a cutie +Somebody say they saw us kissin' in the movies +We had a drink or two +We saw Rush Hour 2 +Then we went home and we made our own movie + +[Chorus] +Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? +Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? +It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours, show you mine + +[Verse 1] +Like ooh, ooh, ooh, it's goin' down in this bitch +Like a boxer in the first round in this bitch +1-800, I would dick ya' down in this bitch +Uptown in this bitch, don't make a sound in this, shh +Now let me whisper in ya' ear +Every single word your little ear wanna hear +Flip ya' body over, have no fear +Can I put my tongue here until you tear? +Cry baby, cry baby, suck ya' momma titty +You know I like them old, I might have yo' momma with me +I like your girlfriend and your girlfriends +Honor my pole like a flag on the end, bitch +[Chorus] +Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? +Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? +It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours, show you mine +Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? +Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? +It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours, show you mine + +[Verse 2] +I say, "Oh, girl, I love you so" +Oh, oh, girl, I love you so (Psych) +But I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho +But I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho +Pop these pills, take, take this glass +Pop, pop that pussy, shake, shake that ass +And if your pussy stank, girl, you know you better douche it +You're nasty, girl, now wash that stanky, funky, funky pussy, bitch +Stop talkin' that shit and suck a nigga dick for an outfit ha +And I wear my pants below my waist +And I never dance when I'm in this place 'cause you and your man be planning to hate +I'm so hood +And she likes it, and when we fuck, I'm keepin' on my Nikes +I'll tear that pussy up, I'll tear that pussy up +I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna front +Oh, she pussy poppin' on a handstand +Oh, she pussy poppin' on a handstand +Oh, she pussy poppin' on a handstand +And I'm the camera man +[Chorus] +Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? +Lights, camera, action, ya' dig? +It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours, show you mine + +[Verse 3] +Cut, check the gates +Wait, why wait? +When I can just bend you over and do what I told ya' +Do what I wanna, do what I wanna +Ya' heard me, I gotta lie, like +And now, every once in a while, her knees jerk +She forgets how to walk, I better teach her +I got her walkin' funny, just tell 'em that your feet hurt +You'll probably see her on one of my t-shirts +I super soak a ho, skeet, skeet, skeet, squirt +But don't worry, cause if y'all are like swingers +Hey, I'm high over features +Haha, new single, oh, so now you single? +You crazy, say "The baby"3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Third Strike[Intro] +I hope you +I really hope you +I really hope you +Didn't think it was gon' be +I hope you + +[Chorus] +I hope you didn't think it was gon' be a fist fight, a fair fight +Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life +And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels +And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs +My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa +And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle +Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker +Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa +Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing +Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean +It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat +I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing + +[Verse 1] +I'm tired of these motherfuckers, cut strings +I'm first string +Been saying more shit than the nurse seen since thirteen +Don't seem to get why you earthlings observe me +It irks me +The cleanest shit come dirt cheap +I'm dirt deep, to stay awake forever is my worst dream +I search scenes to work schemes on the first fiend at first sight +You know it's paradise when you see blurred lights +You on your third strike +[Bridge] +Talkin' to myself my homies call me crazy +Livin' by myself my mama say I'm lonely +Sleepin' by myself my bitches think I'm lyin' +Listening to myself cause I'm my favorite artist +Dependent on myself, the people call me mighty +Defending more than self, the people call me hero +I'm good within myself, the people say I'm humble +And I'm protecting myself trying to stay away from evil, Lord + +[Verse 2] +Trapping way before they called it trapping +Pop a Xanny like a motherfucking Aspirin +Got a pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen +Got a Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh +Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock +Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac +The molly make these niggas think they killers +The molly give my trigger finger the jitters, Lord +I was 15 in a new drop +Pulling up on the scene in the school house +Make a bad bitch cuss her dude out +Wait, I was 15 in a new house +Fucking right, bad bitch, nothing nice +And she something like my fucking wife +But now all we do is fucking fight +I feel like a young nigga can't do nothing right +But my money right, we alright, yeah +[Chorus] +Fist fight, a fair fight +Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life +And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels +And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs +My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa +And just like my girl love, I Keep it tight circle +Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker +Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa +Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing +Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean +It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat +I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing + +[Outro] +I was trapping way before they called it trapping +Pop a Xanny like a fucking Aspirin +Pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen +Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh +Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock +The molly make these hoes think they 2Pac +The molly make these niggas think they killers +The molly give my trigger finger the jitters +It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers +It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers +It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the strippers +I do it for the cocaine whippers, yeah +Mula baby +TD on the beat +Mannie on the beat +Yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Church[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Young Mula, baby + +[Verse 1: Euro] +I belong to the world, don't be selfish with me +When I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with me +My niggas livin' in Hell, they thinkin' Heaven sent me +When she scream, "Fuck love," I think she meant me +I get in the zone, applyin' pressure +You get the message, only I ain't text ya +Y'all like to gamble with life, you lucky I ain't bet ya +So you survived a few cats, don't let a lion get ya +If I ain't met ya, I ain't ever move ya +If there's a new year then I never knew ya +Look, my junior gon' have a future +And my senior gotta drive a Beamer +I wish my dawgs could turn they felonies to misdemeanors +Ayy, 'cause I met a girl with features out in Italy +Wish they had seen her +Shoulda took a picture, I packed condoms +I shoulda packed a book with scriptures +Put me in the Rock Hall of Fame with all the suicidal niggas, iconic figures +If rivals come for us, then they comin' with us +Tell 'em, "Run, Forrest," run for the fame, runnin' with us +What's one life to a hunnid killas? +All you heard was loud sirens and lighter flickers +[Verse 2: HoodyBaby] +I made a mill' right after breakfast, that's a power lunch +I fuck your bitch for 'bout a hour, that's a power fuck +I fuck your bitch up in the shower, that's a shower fuck +I fuck your bitch and now she pregnant, shit, we outta luck +HoodyBaby, Master P's 'boutta 'boutta buck +I been slackin', Major Bass, I could battle up +Picture me somewhere tropic, prolly mad as fuck +But I'm cool, body language break the barrier +Broken bitches wishin' that I fix her up and carry her +I was out in Italy, Roman like my carrier +I done lost hoes, turned around, I done lost bros +I just got ghost, hit a nigga with the Death Star + +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +Dear Heavenly Father, is there a church in the wild? +For the fugitives that I harbor +Yeah, we move like a mile, my op'll send out the orders +Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border +Place your order for cola, ain't talkin' pop like soda +Vacuum seal all the packages, tryna drown out the odor +No weapons formed against me shall prosper +The streets praise us like gospel +So we move and we roam like them Italian mobsters +Practice the code of silence, omérta +So ain't no talkin', we lurkin' +Find the strip where you workin' +Closed curtains, fear no man but God +Now they callin' me Lord +I pray on the sinners when bald palms touchin' like an applause +Synagogue is like the Pentagon, arms cover my flaws +Quiet storm but lion-hearted, I wake up with a roar +Call me the clean up, man, I sweep shit up like a chore +Then sweep your chick off her feet, put her in my stable of whores +Mentally stable, not sure, screws loose, shake to the floor +Breakin' records on the radio while breakin' the law +I keep my faith in the Lord, one day I'll make it to Forbes +[?] them thieves is comin', and what we takin' is yours +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Look, I'm not worthy of your controversy +I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergic +Giddy up, dick ridin', swervin' +Yeehaw, that's Kentucky Derby +I remember lyin' on the gurney +Thinkin' how I'ma die early +Never thought that I'd see thirty +Oh, the journey, had to fuckin' earn it +I go back in time when I was flirtin' +That time that I was flirtin' with uncertain +Never thought I'd be surrounded by +Housekeepers, chauffeurs, chefs and servants +Diamonds screamin', "Oh my lovely God" +Sippin' syrup, watchin' out for serpents +Touch my surface, then it's closed curtains +Oh my God, you're meetin' God in person +Oh my God, I want the squad alerted +And I come from it, they hop up like Kermit +Corner turnin' with marijuana burnin' +In the trunk, you squirmin', now here come to sermons +Oh my God, every thot a burden +I ain't worry, got her ridin' dirty +Trap house poppin' like it's Pee Wee Herman's +The plug alerted, now the socket workin' +Other niggas catchin' power surges +I'm determined just like my attorney +You other niggas, you ain't got attorneys +Order new trap house, I buy it furnished +I been listenin', listenin' to the money +It been tellin', tellin' me, "It's comin'" +Soundin' like music to my ears +Soundin' like a symphony of hundreds +Grandma always said that I'd be special +Mama always said that I'd be somethin' +I had to make sure that they wasn't guessin' +So I made the most out of they assumptions +Bein' careful 'round my pistol +Nigga all up in a bimbo +Bein' everything but simple +Got my deal without a demo, Tunechi +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +So much fire, more fire +Let's get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grew Up a Screw Up[Hook - Notorious B.I.G.] +Grew up a fuckin' screw-up +Got introduced to the game, to the game +And fuckin' blew up + +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +I blew up before I grew up +Got introduced to the game +Now I'm at they head like crew cuts +Suit up and lace your boots up, it's war time +It's Weezy baby, no crying, no lying +These motherfuckers is slippin', they better hold on +They trippin' like Cedric and Solange +I flow like I'm headless, no mind +I can say don't rhyme and it's gonna rhyme +I'm so fresh, I should be smacked like Dee Barnes +And you get smacked like a baseball by B. Bonds +I'm to the point, I could kill a nigga with three lines +Watch this +With, three, lines +We got that Tussin and blunts is dipped three times +We light them motherfuckers up and get tree high +And in the game I'm manning up like Eli +R.I.P B.I + +[Hook] +[Interlude - Lil Wayne] +Believe that +I say, I say believe that +I got my nigga Tity Boi +Duffle bag boss +Yessir +(Weezy whats happenin') + +[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz] +Gucci belt, Gucci glasses +Four door coupe and the roof no magic +Voila +So don't worry 'bout my other profession +Cause it, I send shots in the other direction +The old me the Rollie, the new me the ruby +Jacuzzi, the movies +The groupies, the two pieces +And all the animals that dearly departed +Know that my mink game is really retarted +I pumped a few packs, caught a few charges +Made a few stacks and drove a few carses +I go to the mall and buy a few closets +The rap Fernando Vargas +Got my hand on my strap +Aimed at my target +Duffle bag boy in some high-top Pradas +Get it, straight killin em' +I push weight and move pack +Duffle bag boys in the front +Young Money in the back +[Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Forever[Intro: Lil Wayne, Sample, & Cam'ron] +Let's do it! +Forever +And that I will +Yes +Gotta get 'em +Fee! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Straight-up gangsta, Hollygrove gangsta +Lay a nigga down in pink stuff +Them soft-ass dudes just think tough +We shooting—put them shanks up +We tryna live to summer and put them minks up +I'm synced up in the coupe, the eyes Chinked up +Pull up on a bitch at the light—that night, linked up +Whole lotta shit in the life of a young boss +Bet that VVS ice will bite your face off +Yeah, I ignite and take off—now, catch up +I'm the best doing it—c'mon, niggas, 'fess up +Nigga feel different, he could chess up, and guess what? +I bring it to his chest—to his right lung and left lung +Nigga get a checkup, nigga, put your check up +I swear, I'm on fire, need water like a hiccup +So I guess I might as well could say that +I'm the best today, and... +[Break: Sample] +Forever +Forever + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, candy paint! T, I'm riding in a peppermint +Even my leather got leather trim +I'm on another element +I keep somethin' in the trunk like a elephant +Bet you remember it, like a elephant +I got this rap bottled up like medicine +Who's better than...? Fuck him! +I probably fucked her—ehh, what's new? +And if you hatin' on us, yeah, fuck you +And if them bitches wanna fuck us, we wan' fuck too +What a coincidence +And we cause accidents, not incidents +I am big shit, they're eensy-wens' +They're not even a letter in my sentences +Sitting in my coupe on 20-inch +So it's like I'm fencing, bitch, I will stunt... +Forever +So stop being defensive, bitch +I'm relentless, bitch, I'm in this shit... +Forever +Now end this shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love You Fuck You[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I love you, I hate you and that's why I love her +Nasty by nature, a natural woman +Graphic but graceful, but sassy, but humble +That cat and that face and that ass and them bubbles +She rattle my snake but I bury my shovel +I carry my weight and went tatted my muscle +She act like she’s brazy, I act like I'm dumbo +It's all rice and gravy, it’s all bread and butter (MonstaBeatz) + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And sometimes you remind me of my ex +And sometimes you remind me why I left +And sometimes I call you my queen and I watch the throne +Sometimes you call and I just watch the phone, I don't know +That's why I wonder, I wonder how many stars you done seen +While we fucking, while we fucking, yeah +I wonder how many calls you done screened +While we fucking and didn't say nothing +I don't know whether to love you or fuck you +Love you or fuck you, love you or fuck you +Girl, I don't know whether to love you or fuck you +Kiss you or cuss you, trick you or trust you +Girl, I don't know, I don't know, look +I’ve been here, I’ve been waiting on you, yeah +Waiting on you, on you yeah +See what time it is, time to make your move, ooh +[Verse: Jessie Reyez] +You should have your phone unlocked if you really love me +Throw that bitch a block if she was really nothing +Would I go through your phone locked? +So now I'm deep in my emotions +’Cause I saw her shoot her shot, and you replied with some emojis +I don't need a friendly motherfucker for a boyfriend +Who forget about me when he's drinking with the broskis +I just want a family man, RIP Kobe +Someone I can bend with, someone that'll hold me and love me +OD, OD, OD +Nine games, we can go to OT +KO if I fuck your homies +Careful if you really love me +Better block those shots like you’re a goalie + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Jessie Reyez & Both] +I wonder how many stars you done seen +While we fucking, while we fucking, yeah +I wonder how many calls you done screened +While we fucking and didn't say nothing +Yeah, and sometimes you remind me of my ex +Sometimes you remind me why I left +Sometimes I call you my queen and I watch the throne +Sometimes you call and I just watch the phone +I don't know whether to love you or fuck you +Love you or fuck you, love you or fuck you +Girl, I don't know whether to love you or fuck you +Rub you or touch you, hug you or cuddle +Girl, I don't know, I don't know, look +I've been here, I've been waiting on you, yeah +Waiting on you, on you, yeah +See what time it is, time to make your move, ooh +No cap +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I love you, I hate you and that's why I love you +Nasty by nature, a natural woman +Graphic but graceful, but sassy, but humble +That cat and that face and that ass and them bubbles +She rattle my snake but I bury my shovel +I carry my weight and went tatted my muscle +She act like she's brazy, I act like I'm dumbo +It's all rice and gravy, it's all bread and butter1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +2 Diamonds[Intro] +Girl, you know... +Girl, you know I fuckin' love you +That’s on God, on his son too +But you be actin' like it's untrue +But you be actin’—cut! + +[Pre-Chorus] +Girl, you know I fuckin' love you +So why you actin' like it's just you? +Girl, you know we never rumble +But don't make me get someone to jump you +'Cause you be actin' +Actin' funny when your hair fixed +Actin’ funny, I ain’t laughin' +Get your pussy, not your ass kissed + +[Chorus] +Ooh, but my pool so big, got a yacht in it +And the yacht so big, got a pool on it +But the house empty when you not in it +When I look up at the ceilin’, see the roof fallin' +My world so big but it stop spinnin' +My tears so big, it's a tsunami +Her pussy so good, got me short winded +So bad to me, so good for me +Pool so big, got a yacht in it +Yacht so big, got a pool on it +This house is not a home when you not in it +Got a new bitch with me, shе just spot fillin’ +World so big but it stop spinnin' +Tears so big it's a tsunami +Pussy so tight, I get locked in it +Lеave the lights on, we look like two diamonds, yeah +[Verse] +But we don't even talk no more (No) +We run outta words to say +We don't even joke no more +We run outta games to play +We don't make love no more +And when we do, it's not the same way +It's not the same way + +[Pre-Chorus] +Girl, you know I fuckin' love you +On God, on his son too +You be actin' like it's untrue +You be actin', cut +Girl, you know I fuckin' love you +Why you actin' like it's just you? +Don't make me get someone to come through +Tie you up and make 'em fuck you, yeah +Ooh, yeah +Actin' funny when your hair fixed +Actin' funny, I ain't laugh, bitch +You, get your pussy, not your ass kissed, oh + +[Chorus] +Pool so big, got a yacht in it +Yacht so big, got a pool on it +House empty when you not in it +Look up at the ceilin', see the roof fallin' +My world so big but it stop spinnin' +Ask her what it is, she say, "You callin'" +Pussy so good, I get short winded +So bad to me, so good for me +Pool so big, got a yacht in it +Yacht so big, got a pool on it +House not a home when you're not in it +Got a new bitch with me, she just spot fillin' +World so big but it stop spinnin' +Tears so big like a tsunami +Sweet as moonshine, got the moon shinin' +Leave the lights on, we like two diamonds, yeah +[Outro] +Bling, bling2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Afro[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Three, uh + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup +I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yea +Point-blank, I shoot at a nigga +Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young +Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh +Shoot at a nigga, no backboard +I break a full court press up at half-court +That's no cap like an afro + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +I swing that stick like Wayne Gretzky +I keep a K on me like I'm Coach K, Mike Krzyzewski +Hope you set tripping, then I gotta send shots +Get your whole set shot, quiet on the set bitch +Shoot at a nigga, no bank shot +Check the game clock, nigga, time is too precious +I shoot at a nigga, no rebound +Shoot the whole team down, rookies and veterans +She give me face time, no texting +She give me face through the zipper, bow +Open face, Tunechi got shooters like Golden State +Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no handle +Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no travel +Shoot at a nigga, no Euro-step +Still have my dribble, ain't using my pivot yet +Aim at his rim, and I hit the net +Shoot at the cheerleaders, blood on the pom-poms +Shoot your coach up, shoot the sidelines +Court side seats, get blood on the popcorn +Shoot you like Jordan, like Bron-Bron +Shoot at a nigga like Harden from the outside +Nigga can't guard, can't block mine +Shoot at a nigga, going hard from the foul line +He don't call, it's a hotline +Shoot at a nigga, no double-dribble +Shoot at a nigga, no crossover +Driveway looking like a toy store +I'ma ball, I'ma never turn the ball over +I'ma shoot at a nigga, on Mula +Pull up with two hundred guns, it's a shootout +Shoot at a nigga, no hooping, no hoopla +Tunechi, lil nigga, No Ceilings, no rooftop +I'm 'bout to spray at that nigga, no drizzle +Get down and lay down lil nigga, no pillow +I light up a J on a nigga, no Leno +I'm slime everyday on a nigga, no schedule +All ofthese lil' niggas claiming they killas +Just holding up guns, taking pictures in the mirror +Pop me a seal, I pour a line and reseal it +Then I laugh at these niggas +Don't they look like my children? +Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle +She lick it right after I bust—that shit tickle +She swallow a shot glass of nut like tequila +She like to talk when she fuck, I couldn't hear her +She like to walk on my rug, it's chinchilla +She wan' fuck on my rug, I say, "Bitch, that's chinchilla" +She like to masturbate while on her period +Then suck her finger, I swear she the weirdest +My trigger finger, that's all with my blood +Used to party with bloods, now Hollywood drugs +Got bitches on drugs in the car waiting for us +Waiting on there to fuck and then all day we fucking +And all night we bucking, all white, the cups in it +Cocaine is soft, all white deluxe +And his head might come off and you might see his guts +And it might make you barf and the memory blush +Run it, run it +I can't keep up 'cause I might be on blow +And I might be on rush, yeah, I might be on slow +'Cause I might be on codeine and promethazine +This ain't minor league bruh, I need ice in my punchy +Put ice on my nuts, that be icy as fuck +I'll be icy icy, very pricey +I be so lit up they call me "Chris Lighty" +You could get lit up just for some enlightment +Fuck the indictments +I fuck the crystal and I fuck the diamond +I fuck some swimmers, and I fuck some divers +Never been fishy, but I fuck the Pisces +I fuck the simple and I fuck the silent +I fuck the gentle and I fuck the kindly +I fuck the physical, I fuck the violent +Then I fuck the mental and I fuck the body +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup +I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yeah +Point blank I shoot at a nigga +Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young +Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh +Shoot at a nigga, no backboard +I break a full court press up at half-court +That's no cap like an afro, ooh + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Ayo, check this out, this is DJ Khaled +And I want to give a big shoutout to Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3 +But I want the people to know, Part 2 is coming soon +Lil Wayne the greatest, Young Money, 'pon your head2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Siri[Intro] +Mike WiLL Made-It! +Ear Drummers + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust these bitches +Haters praying for my downfall, at least they're religious +People in Hell, they want rainfall, your bitch just want these digits +I feel like I'm on her payroll how she pay my ass a visit +We put both iPhones on silent, both iPhones on silent +I only answer for my niggas, careful with that dialogue +Man, my house ain't got no house phone +My flip phone is a chip phone +Got a prepaid and that bitch on, but still, I use my bitch phone +'Cause I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust my SIM card +I got Siri talkin' dirty to me, tryna make my dick hard +I got Tunechi on my ringtonе, my children on my home screen +I choke you with thе phone charger +Sold more crack than my phone screen, let's go +Fur floor mats, I'm bare feet, nigga +100K a week, that's a bad week, nigga +I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga +Sell monkey bars to a chimpanzee, nigga +But you never know what you never know +Nigga sell you coke and it wasn't coke +Hang 'em off the building and let 'em go +That's how you make a statement that they should quote +I seen death around the corner +And I lived right by the corner store +I'm a hot boy, I'll burn your hand +I'm a real life Untouchable +I run the show, I run the show +Sell anything but my soul +And I'm prayin' that the only cuffs +That touch my wrist come with button holes, for real +Smokin' on the good +Killin' these hoes like Blair Underwood +Rest in peace to my daddy Rabbit, I swear to his lucky foot +Ever since he died of jealousy, I've been looking for a cure +You see, my daddy had that work, now they watch his son get to it +And just like he ran them streets, I run with bulls +If niggas buyin' I throw out some numbers to 'em +Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em +You need more, just call my ho, I gave her phone number to 'em +'Cause you know +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +Pull up in that thing with Stunna, paint it period red +Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid +Let's go + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I can't trust my iPhone (Nope), .44 on my thighbone (Huh) +You can have the eye of the tiger +I'm the one the tiger better have his eye on, okay +Fussin' with my redbone (Bitch), hang up when my high gone (Why) +Ball 'til I fall, and when I do, them hoes gon' pile on, uh +Assault rifle, now mouth off +Some niggas make it all the way to the top and ball too hard then bounce off +Like my homeboy, let his bitch cook the work and it came out wrong +Almost beat that ho to death, I had to call my plug and vouch for him +'Cause I ain't even got an ounce for 'em +I keep running out on 'em +Everybody gotta eat, just try not to leave the mouse crumbs +.223 right here, this to keep the whole house warm +Then I skate by one of my hoes house, girl, I gotta use your house phone +'Cause she know I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +I can't trust that Samsung, I think Sam the feds +Cocaine, pour the twenty-eight gram buffet +Turn your block into a police ambulance parade, let's go +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz] +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Woo) +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Pull up in that thing with Stunna (Yeah), interior red (Tell 'em) +Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let's go, yeah (2 Chainz, boom, boom, boom) + +[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] +Hello? (Hello?) +Most of my niggas from the ghetto (Ghetto) +Through the concrete grew a rose (Grew a rose) +Petals smellin' like gun metal (Bah) +Smoke a joint the size of a limo (Yeah) +My girlfriend wearin' stilettos (Yeah) +My wife don't like when I call my girlfriend my girlfriend +She think she's special (Tru) +I whippin' and flippin' the extras (Woo, extra) +Fucked that bitch off a text message (Damn) +You know what it is when you fuck with the kid +I got medicine all in my beverage (Lean) +Look at your watch, it say my time (My time) +They callin' my phone like a hotline (Hotline) +I'm about to switch this shit up (Shit up) +Got a metro for my thot line (Woo) +Got to crip walk on the outside (Yeah) +Whip the same color apartheid (Yeah) +On the phone kickin', pimpin' +You know I surround that bitch out like a chalk line +Ooh, Siri backwards spell Iris +I ring, iPhone don't work on this island (True) +AK smilin' as I pose for a threat +All these bad hoes in here, we need a pole in this bitch +If they're quick to pick her up, I cut that bitch like a machete +I might overdose on shrimp scampi in Italy, I'm like +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz] +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +Pull up in that thing with Stunna, interior red +Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let's go, yeah +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds +I can't trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moment of Clarity Freestyle[Verse 1 : Lil Wayne] + +Fix, Nigga + +Change mind sporadically, same time compatibly +Wayne Carter, graduate, bang bang academy +Change my reality, thank God for grabbin' me +Sort of like him, cause they can't stop the wrath of me +But, Hell have no fury, Neither I +I would walk up in the Devil's Kitchen, eat a pie +Greedy eye, never full, getting fat +And bitch I got an itch, so don't let me catch you with the scra-scra- +Scratch y'all niggas off the face of the Earth +Even Mase came back for the money outta church +So with that on my mission for that money, I'mma work +My divine intervention might be in that woman's purse +Tryna find a better system, but I'm running out of perks +Baby daughter tummy irks, then daddy heart hurts +So daddy pop at 'em until they heart burst +For my baby girl candy I make her starburst +9/11 was a fucking shame, I done saw worse like +What if that bullet would have hit my heart first +Life, would it be different, I be still fuckin' 'round with death +Cause I got shot after that, and after that I grab the empty case +And then tried to throw that bitch back at they faces, Cita I made it +My nigga Real was on the ground like "naw", I got up and looked around, and grabbed the spot like "ahhh..." +I"m hard to kill, hardy har, cut the music back up and keep the party goin' +Fuck 'em, and I don't need no crease, I'm a motherfucking gangster off Eagle Street +I don't need the Hot Boys, I still keep my heat +And I ain't gotta squad up, I still keep my feet +They call me Michelangelo, you paint them so street +But you remove that wallpaper, bet that sheet-rock weak, (haha) +And you and I know what's goin' on, you probably riding to a different song +I'm probably riding on some different chrome, I'm probably high in a different zone +But when I'm off, we can get it on +I take no days off catch that shit for my friend +I clock out when I punch in, I'm shootin +Reel you ain't gotta block out, it's goin' in 'em +Them rats stop hatin' on the snake, the boy venom +The cat like Payton for the Lakers gon' win 'em +I'm certified stamp, I'm a champion +Like Buju Banton, I shoot you nine times like you was Fifty +But you won't be as likely as Fifty, I light me some Piffy +Light hella bright on the Infi, like what nigga, like me or lift me +I don't duck I be right in the city, for them bucks +I take me a flight, and come and get right, right in ya city +Yup, I'm just like Diddy, and nothing like Puff yeah +I'm something like city, he something like Young Wizzy +My Nike's is spiffy, I'm hardly a Gotti +I'm slightly a Nitti, all of a Carter +Bitch niggas never bitch me, bum niggas never ditch me +Shit I gotta get me, man I'm raw, slip me +Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty +Ain't no more squad in me, unh1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You (feat. Lloyd)[Lil Wayne] + +Its major move right here baby +You gotta get wit it or get lost +(Ya understand?) + +[Lloyd] +(Yea) +Its Young Lloyd +Reporting live from Atlanta, Georgia (Weezy F Baby) +Decatur where its GREAT +And uh I want all my sexy ladies to report to the dancefloor immediately +We gon go head and glide dis one ya'll +Speak Weezy + +[Lil Wayne] +(Yea) +Right off the back ma tha boy got dollars +So women come frequent like flight mileage +It ain't no secret (I) I might holla +But I ain't gon sweat ya baby +Imma let ya +Catch up wit ya game +Run faster +Dont let em lose ya cause I ain't gon bless ya +Unless ya +Feel a lil desperate +Send a nigga a text message girl +[Lloyd] +Stop!...wait a minute +Da way you move dat girl you done got my heart all in it +And I just wanna be with you tonite (girl please) +Imma playa dat is true +But I change da game for you +Lets see wat it do + +[Hook - Lloyd] +Can I be ya friend? +Dis is how I feel +Im in need of love +So lets dip up out of here +Ooohh ya just my type +Everythings so right +I just wanna chill +Lets dip up out of here +(Lets dip up out of here) + +[Chorus - Lloyd] +I ha ha haaaa haaaaa +(She's fine too but I want you) +I ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa +(She's fine too but I want you) + +[Lloyd] +((I) I admit it) +Dis just ain't no game these just ain't words +(Dat Im spittin) +If you could see tha thoughts dats in my head (Dats in my head) +(Im trippin) +Imma playa dat is true +But I change da game for youuu +Lets see wat it do (Oooooh) +[Hook - Lloyd] +Can I be ya friend? +Dis is how I feel +Im in need of love +So lets dip up out of here +Ooohh ya just my type + +Everythings so right (so right) +I just wanna chill +Lets dip up out of here +(Lets dip up out of here) + +[Chorus - Lloyd] +I ha ha haaaa haaaaa +(She's fine too but I want you) +I ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa +(She's fine too but I want you) + +[Lil Wayne] +(Yeah) +Weezy F baby da key to da ladies +Keys to tha safe so please say da baby +Weed and patron even in tha a.m +We should be alone we can get a day in +Ya like wat Im sayin? +Den come around tha way and +We can go inside and stay in +Tell da homeboy ya stayin +You've been taken +Gone +Turn me on and Imma turn him out +You kno I love you like good food +You kno you fuckin wit a good dude +You kno you give good brain like you graduated from a good school +You kno Imma good move +You should do (me) +See...shawty wat it is? +Da Carter who it is +Now shawty do it big +A party at my crib +Dats a party in da hillz +You call it wat you want +But she can call it wat she feel +(Ooowwww!!!) +[Hook - Lloyd] +Can I be ya friend? +Dis is how I feel +Im in need of love +So lets dip up out of here +Ooohh ya just my type +Everythings so right (so right) +I just wanna chill +Lets dip up out of here +(Lets dip up out of here) + +[Chorus - Lloyd] +I ha ha haaaa haaaaa +(She's fine too but I want you) +I ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa +(She's fine too but I want you) + +[Lil Wayne] +I ain't nuttin but a nonviolent nigga (yaknowatimean?) +Me & lil' Lloyd long hair dont care +Yo wattup Ryan I see you baby +(Yea) +Its major move right here baby +I ain't talkin fast its just you listenin' slow (yaknowatimean?) +You ain't tryna hear me den dont heard me +Im up outta hear +I ain't bein mean but you so mean in dem jeans (yaknowatimean?) +So wat you want me to do?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Poppin Them Bottles[Hook] +Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles +Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles +Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro +With my motherfucking pistol in my hand + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +When it comes to the bread, I got the keys to the bakery +These niggas out here trippin, sellin ki's to them agencies +My bitch keep saying that the judge got a date for me +I tell the silly bitch and ya honor, they can wait for me +I'm gone in the coupe with the roof steady chasing me +Shine so hard like the fucking sun facing me, basically +Take it how you take it, I be making you be hating me +Loving me but hating me, ho you got to pay for me +Riding in the big boys, sitting on them grown folks +Every time I park, it's a motherfucking car show +I guess I'm the number one Lakers fan +Yellow bottle, yellow bottle, purple bag, purple bag + +[Hook] +Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles +Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles +Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro +With my motherfucking pistol in my hand +Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles +Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles +Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro +With my motherfucking pistol in my hand +[Verse 2: Curren$y] +Well they know me as the Curren$y, but some call me the Hot Spitta +Sittin in the Chevy on three wheels like a tricycle +Always been a fly nigga since I was a little one +Bottle pop like the NBA finals is what we won +I puff a lot of blunts with my nigga Weezy B +One night I was so high I thought that I forgot how to read +Young Money flyboys, mami, we the different breed +Throwing parties at secret locations somewhere on the beach +We off in Prive, Patron shots for the models +And send a bottle of that Cris' up to the DJ +I live by these rules, only money over bitches +And it been like that ever since I could remember + +[Hook] +Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles +Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles +Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro +With my motherfucking pistol in my handNow ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles +Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles +Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro +With my motherfucking pistol in my hand + +[Verse 3: Mack Maine] +I just copped me some purp, I'm bout to open up +I put my heart in my prices, see I'mma show you love +See I front you an ounce to get you started clown +And you ain't got to go to Mickie D's for quarter pounds +I be in A-Town, livin' la vida la loca +Throwin that money on chichas, spendin' a stack up in Strokers +Yes I'm an animal, to be frank I'm a dog +If it's that time of the month, baby girl I need some skull +Some mouth and lip service, that'd be perfect +You saw the rims on the Benz and you got nervous +But I'm a G, yep, I pop my collar, hop in Impalas +Ride for the dollars, hit the club, go straight to the bar, and pop my bottles +[Hook] +Now ever since I could remember I been poppin them bottles +Pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles +Now ever since I could remember I been smokin that dro +With my motherfucking pistol in my hand4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Da Da Da[Verse 1] +Damn it (Damn, girl) +You know you got it going on +You can see by the way that she walking +You so fine that your body need a bodyguard +Well I could be your Bobby +Or your only tendaroni +Let me beam you up like Scotty +I got Whitney just enough for +Everybody in this party girl + +[Chorus] +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Da, da, da, da, da, yeah +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Da, da, da, da, da + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I know you want me +Yeah, give me that monkey +Yeah, that funky monkey +Yeah, that funky monkey +Bass + +[Chorus] +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da +You know, you know +You know, you know +[Verse 3] +Yo', I’m in like flint, Benjamin Franklin my twin +Yeah, if she can't swim, I gotcha girl sinking in my Benz +Backstroke, backstroke, like Michael Phelps with my backstroke +Break her off 'til her back broke, I leave her numb like crack-coke +Then I get to the money, Monday through Sunday +Ain't she sweet like Honey Dew honey +Menage A, watch Honey do Honey and then they do me and I'm glad they done it +Yeah, I'm wit' D-R-E +The nigga that make beats with the nigga C-O-O-L, Cool +We so motherfuckin' cool-er than you (Than you) + +[Chorus] +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Bass + +[Verse 4] +Damn it (Damn, girl) +Hey, you know you got it going on +You can see by the way that she walking +You so fine that your body need a bodyguard +But I'm your Kevin Costner +And I will be the boss, girl +I'll pull up a bike, 'cause shawty out of sight +And I just wanna watch her +[Chorus] +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Da, da, da, da, da, yeah +Da, da, da, da, da, da, da +Da, da, da, da, da3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Whip It Like a Slave[Hook:] +Wake up in the morning take a shit shower shave +Stand over the stove and whip it like a slave +I whip it like a slave +Whip it like a slave +Stand over the stove and then I whip it like a slave +[Repeat] + +[Verse 1 - Boo Rossini:] +B double O, Ohhhhh +In that coupe like don't whip me no more +Look how I whip it ohhhh, called child abuse +Let 'em out the cage, grilled chick filets +Pyrex looking like a glass of lemonade +Snow white, no dwarfs, just snow flakes +Stainless steel stove match the microwave +Metallic lambo, inside suede +Program to get it, I run off double A's +I whip it like I +I whip it like I +I whip it like Joe Jackson used to whip Mike +I whip it like Penny got it on Good Times +Sunrise cook them yams up sunny side + +[Bridge:] +Whip it like a slave +Whip it like a slave +Stand over the stove and whip it like a slave +[Boo Rossini:] +I'm talking 36 ounces +Treat 'em like Chris Brown +Enough bricks I can build a townhouse + +[Hook] + +[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] +Okay new day new yay +Then I whip it like Kunta Kinte +I'm talking sugar talking dough like a beignet +I take a brick karate chop it like a sensei +Haha, I does it the YM way +A bunch of drugs, bunch of money, bunch of templates +Bunch of ice, bunch of guns, bunch of switchblades +Fuck with my bunch of bunch of niggas up in his face +Check my pockets more money than lint +Check my kitchen every spoon in there bent +Check my dishes residue like a bitch +Big boy weight my residue like half a brick + +[Hook] + +[Lil Wayne:] +I'm talking 36 ounces +Building snow mountains +More bricks than 24 houses +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +First Place Winner[Hook: Swizz Beatz] +Am I the best? Yes +Am I the best? Yes +I'm a first place winner, first place winner +I'm a first place winner, first place winner +I ain't never been scared to get-get-get no get no money +I ain't never been scared to g-g-get no get no money +I ain't never been scared to get-get-get no get no money +I ain't never been scared to get no money money money... +[Repeat] + +[Lil Wayne talking over Swizz] +Hahaha, Young Money baby! +Ay! Just because I just said Young Money +I just made this song a whole lot better +Doesn't money make everything better? +Fuck it, yeah Young Money, Cash Money +Young Money, Cash Money, Young Money, Cash.. Money.. +Big money, beyotch!! hehe +I know they tired of me +Cause I'm sleeping on them +I ain't never been scared of getting no money bitch! + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +What the fuck I look like? +Fuck my verse nigga Swizz got the hook right +Don't look left baby girl just look right +And you gone see us in more red than Suge Knight +Gangbanger yes, soo-woo gang +And if you ain't wit it then you in the food chain +I'm in that wide body I'mma need two lanes +Blue seats white paint wetter than new rain +It look like a white person, with blue veins +I keep a black Glock, red dot blue flame +Feet hanging out the window jock my shoe game +Cause all my kicks fly, like Liu Kang +Hehe, old playa new game +I'm focused, I'm thinking like I got two brains +I'm in my prime I feel like a new Wayne +How come there is two bitches but ain't no two Waynes? +{*Wayne over Hook*} +Hehe I don't know what they do but I do thangs +This Mr. "Everytime You See Me Got A New Chain" +My flow crazy, I ain't too sane +But I am the shit and they just poop stains +{*Wayne talking*} +Haha! Yeah! +Now all the ladies say, "ooh Wayne.. ooh Wayne" +Hehe alright YEAH! AY! +[Hook: Swizz Beatz] - 2X + +[Verse: Boo] +Yeah I grind hard (grind hard) but I shine harder (harder) +My watch stupid (stupid) my chain retarded (-tarded) +CLS-500, the kid Broadus +B double O, still gettin in pimpin +We might got the same car but my rims different +Plus a sexy lil fine bitch come with it +Young Money we the flyest crew (flyest crew) +Rappers we can't see y'all, who are you? (who are you?) +Spit it's your turn jack do what ya do (Currensy) +Mack still spitting like he new and improved (Mack Maine) +Weezy and the Pimp are just shittin on fools +And you know me jack I got work to move (yeah) + +[Hook: Swizz Beatz] + +[Verse: Curren$y] +Yeah Young Money in the house +Motherfuck anybody else who in the house +My niggas with me so you know it's guns in the house +The cops'll grab a roll of yellow tape and run around your house +Why y'all fuckin with Lil Spitta? +I wasn't doing nothing just laid up chillin +Playing Tony Hawk on the Xbox, burnin incense +Rocking sweat pants and some Jordan number sixes +My check cleared I'm officially a rich nigga +So from this day I'mma smile in all my pictures +Get the champagne from the top shelf +The crib got wings like a jet, one east one west +[Hook: Swizz Beatz] + +[Verse: Mack Maine] +Bitch I'm Mack Maaaaaaine +I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker +And I'm in this bitch hollerin Young Money motherfucker +It's Mack Maine I make my money speak latin +And I'm comfortable like my sheet satin +The kush got me higher than an old hooker's skirt (skirt) +And I never been to culinary school but cook work (cheah) +I'm no sergeant homie so I never cuff a ho +And I hustle for my +Bills+ like I'm from Buffalo +Ya figga deal - but on the really-real +Pause the clock my flow timeless +Say my name and lose your job like you're Don Imus (fuck you) +I'm just a, real nigga, Mack Mizzle +I'm off the hizzle, with two pistols now + +[Hook: Swizz Beatz]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +StilettosThis is a dedication motherfucker +This is Gangsta Grillz you bastards + +Nigga we bussin and bussin +To the banga bus +No we don't run for the olympics +But the flame's with us +I got that 'tussin +That scummy and the angel dust +So pick you high I will supply +And correct changes, what's up +We bring the bus in +We bussin, like this thang's for us +You niggas is sleeveless man +You can't hang with us +I got a bitch who speaks spanglish +She keep her bangels danglin' +And the cocaine is right up in her anus +Old Wayne is right up in the spot +Like he's supposed to be! +Got hova at the game +And now he coachin' me! +But I been the champion +Happy as I ever been +Lampin' in the Hamptons like +What the fuck is a hammock? +The chef up in the kitchen like +What the fuck is a sammich? +I'm like we need to find middle ground +We need balance +Challenge me, that'd be to my advantage +I'm outstandin' like standin' outside +Up in the twister and walkin' +Not damaged +Standin' outside up in the blizzard +And walkin' hot handed +Servin' nickle bags in Iraq +Bet I will not panic +Swerve the nickle black if I wreck +Bet I will not panic +Cop another one the next day +And drive it crazier +The seat to be lazier +Shit'll be gravier +Nina Sarafeena my girl, so then I baby her +Waving her at two crazy +Fugazez I'm too brazy +Three brazies deep +We got 380's and P80's +Nice 9's, M10's +M1's and 12 Gauges +Shell casings +Money put up for jail cases +Bail making +My momma say +Tuck your chain son! +They'll take it +I hit her with one of them stale faces +Like, I'll be damned mama +They know who I am mama +I'm still your little boy +But to them I'm the man mama +Fuck with your boy man +Hollygrove the hood nigga +Throw it in your face +'Till you get that understood1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Office MusicHit me,right in the sturnum this time t baby s**t you already know, you already know, you already know just the hustler music young weezy got that mother f***in +Hustler music,to ride to it yo,fly to it yo,Goddamn +Missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one +Ima paint da city red wit dis one +Ima head wit dis one +See u fuckin wit da boys who tote toyz way b4 Christmas +No assisstance (jis) That persistence me. That commitment if- I don't get it somebody gone die tonite- +I kno my vibe is tight- And I deserve da throne - if da kid ain't right- den let me die in his souls +I'll be ridin (jis) +Ridin alone +Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin +How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing +Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king +Shall be +So I be who I be +Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and +Please say da motherfucking +So I be who I be +Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and +Please say da motyherfuckin + +[Hook] +Baby u gotta kno dat im just out here doin what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin +So bitch +Y da fuck iz u trippin +I'm takin dese chances +My head 2 da sky +My feet on da ground +My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move +And I won't budge +Won't budge +No I won't budge no +Nall +[Verse 2:] +Money iz da motivation +Facin da avenue +Back touchin' da wall +Got da weed +Got da gun +Gotta run wen I hear dat bird call (birrr) Dang +Hop in dat thang and merk off +Swerve off +U kno me, dey call me Birdman Jr +Ne body murderer +Birdman sponsor it +Phantom of da operah +All black- clock tent- locked in +I can let dem shots out +U can't get no shots in +Bullet proof +Leave a nigga wit a bullet proof +Shoot ya in ya mouth and call it bullet tooth +I'm like what dey do +What 2 do +Theres a full court +Pressure I'm just going 4 da 2 +If I'm open for da three +Ima take it in a second +Even if theres one second and +Ima make it. It's nothin +I don't take it for granted +I don't take it for nothin +I take it for what it is worth to da durf motherfucker +(yea) +[Hook: Repeat 1x] +Baby u gotta kno dat im just out here doin what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin +So bitch +Y da fuck iz u trippin +I'm takin dese chances +My head 2 da sky +My feet on da ground +My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move +And I won't budge +Won't budge +No I won't budge no +Nall + +[Verse 3:] +I ain't neva killed nobody I promise +I promise if u try me +U gone have to rewind dis track and make me go back, dat nigga go dat +Dat boy will lay flat so flat +Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas +Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating (black) +Peter pan flies till I die what u sayin +Baden ape, Yves Saint, Evisu iz wat I stand +Got me feelin' like scarface, like da Koheba +Streets reply I look right in da 4 seater +You know I be out here ridin da 4 seater +Top floor of the 4 Seasons four of them whores +And they all know how to cook it up +And look I got some +And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up +See its a cold world so homey bundle up +We ain't on dis grind for nothin +Now get ya hustle up2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +When I SleepLet you know something about me +I'm a Southern boy! Know what I'm talking about? + +[Hook - Ned Cameron] +I remember all the days stuck in December +Caught in the rain, all the pain, having no money come my way +But now I'm making money even when I sleep +Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream +We hustle, hustle + +[Verse 1] +I go by Weezy, baby, so call me "Lil Weezle" +My city is New Orleans, baby, my street is Eagle +And that's my nigga's ? +He like to break a piece +He got the gun, I got the rope, my nigga pick a tree +Ain't talking money, I let the nickel speak +Niggas think I'm cheap, you ain't gon cent to me +The only thing to be: a picture on your shirt +No homo: I put your dick in the dirt +Flip em like a shovel with that wrist work +I stop ya, heard? I keep em coming like clockwork +J cool with the jump, it's an outburst +And we gon' be from South Philly til the South dirt +Baton Rouge, Lafayette or the Outskirts +It's lilWeezyana stay in your house jerk, +This ain't a concert, this ain't a hot verse +This a lot worse, so hear the shot burst: +[Hook - Ned Cameron] + +Every hustle, we hustle, hustle - hey! + +[Verse 2 - Kid Ink] +Straight from the bottom, now I'm high as a mountain +From the city where you need way more protection than a condom +Had a dream but I'm conscious, see the veins in my sockets +In the sky, wishing I could turn this plane into a rocket +And just leave here, more money but the problems still live here +I feel the pressure from my lil peers +Cause I'm about to blow, Swisher Sweet breathe in +One hit, lose your breath, all I do is (breathe) win +Big fish swimming in the deep end +No present, fuck I'm into pretense +I remember rainfall in the street +Now I'm in the club: watch me make this bitch precipitate +I promised to myself I would be the best +You could say I'm crazy or a mess +Just hand me a wrench +And it's nothing you can tell a ho +Life is just a bitch, I'll forgive her but I'll never forget4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +500 Degreez[Lil Wayne talking] +It's the real shit, yeah +500 Degreez this time biotch +Yes sir, you already know + +[Lil Wayne verse 1] +You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap +Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack +Bitch niggas where ya hearts at? +Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us +Bitch niggas where ya cars at? +They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?" +I'm about to bring CMR back +And all the lames, we done lost that +And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back +I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back +"Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back +And the wheels on my car you got all of that +Stop playing, I've been balling jack +You don't want my Glock spraying - I hit all them cats +You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats +I get all them gats - Fresh and B it's all a rap! +If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that? + +[Hook] +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +[Lil Wayne] +Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up +Don't even go there round +Niggas get your cash up +We probably need to clash up +And shit got me 'bout ass up +They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up +It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up - and guess what +And I heard they got a nice chain +And for the right price I'll bust the right brain +And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang +Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling +Riding through the city just me and my friend +Friday night special, professional tight aim +A gangsta is who you hearing +Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling +I'm more real than, I got more scrill than +Got more skill than them there +I'm a Cash Money Millionaire + +[Hook] +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy +Hot, Hot, Hot Boy +[Lil Wayne] +Baby let me get the keys to the rover +No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover +So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party, then the after party +Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch, fuck a Kappa party +Don't go to rapper parties - I'm no rapper man +But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam +And all my people tote chrome - we some monsters man +We gone mob to the promise land +I bought big - I'm a Tymer man +Son of a Stunna - still a girl fuck with a hustler! +Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba +Baby blue Mercedes Coupe - Got it bullet proof +Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof +You're fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof +Mr. S-Fucking-Q - I'm the fucking truth +Three stripes, maybe Nikes, lot of ice fucking ooohf! +That's 500 Degreez! + +[Hook] +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy +Hot, Hot, Hot Boy +Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Deep Sleep[Intro] +No, no, staying awake +No, no, staying awake + +[Verse 1] +She got a pussy like the Garden of Eden +I tip-toe through the tulips +And I'ma do me, scratch me off my to-do list +I got flies all on my new shit +Loose lips sink the cruise ship +Even gigabyte get their two chip +Havin' a pillow fight with a cute bitch +With a body like a belly dancer +She say you scared of this pussy cat, well if that's a panther +I hope it's pink, I read her mind, yeah I read every chapter +Sit on this dick, feel like you flyin' on a pterodactyl +I ain't got time to play no games +Gimme mind, don't play no games +She say she'll slit me if I'm vain, I said "objection, sustained" +This shouldn't affect my affection +She say she sent from Heaven +That's why all flights were connected +I still use protection, if she's a blessing in disguise +But I swear it's a damn good disguise, because I can't tell +She wish she had me on lock +But there's so many other niggas doin' time +In her brain cells, damn, uh +[Chorus] +No, no, staying awake +Am I sleepin' with the devil? +How the hell should I know +No, no, staying awake + +[Verse 2] +Uh, am I sleepin' with the devil? +How the hell should I know +My heart beat echoes 'cause my insides are hallow +If anyone have a towel, wipe the guilt off my face +My high's comin' down like my stilts about to break +She tell shit I never heard when I thought I heard it all +Like you perfect but not flawless but you got the perfect flaws +And what goes around, comes around, out a swirly straw +Then she put that shit on me, I feel like some dirty draws +She say "just don't leave me Wayne, 'cause life is short" +I say "I'm touched but baby, pimpin' ain't a contact sport" +She dyed her hair, I asked her "when's the funeral?" +She laughed and said "you crazy," I said "look who's talking" +And Gisselle may leave her house without makeup and still be pretty +But I wonder if I leave yo' ass, would I still be shitty? +I pour champagne on her, she put cocaine on mine +And we forget everything and six-six-six nine, alright + +[Chorus] +No, no, staying awake +How the hell should I know, am I sleepin' with the devil? +How the hell should I know +No, no, staying awake +[Verse 3] +Oh, how well do I know that I'm sleepin' with the devil +Hot pussy loosie, she be goin' at my neck +But I be shot, puttin' loosie, and I sweat when I'm around her +Regret when I'm around her +Ask me "would I die for her?" I say "dead before designer" +'Cause I see through her flames and she see through my snow +She gon' be singin' the blues, hope she could hit them high notes +Pour me a drink of some few and let me spit on this ho +I told that bitch to be cool, like the temperature low +With yo' fine ass, she tell me "gimme some more" +Like high grass but I just trim it and go, I'm on my nigga shit +I call her wifey, she call me a polygamist +And I swear that pussy taste like Devil's Food Cake +Give me a toothache, I feel like fool's gold on April Fool's Day +But I ain't a fool for love 'cause play with love, you get hurt +Play with pussy, get wet, play with fire, get burn, the roof + +[Chorus] +No, no, staying awake +Am I sleepin' with the devil? Hell if I know +No, no, staying awake +No, no, staying awake +No, no, staying awake4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do It AgainHey +I remember da way +We would both say +We be together +Forever and a day +Well I guess dat day +Came sooner den late +Cus now +We're apart and away +And it feels so stray +N.G.E. wouldn't you say +I use to +Call u bay +And u use to obey +And I just wish we could + +"do it again" (X3) + +Hey +I got my business together +Wish I could get together +But timing is an error +And I +Tell a lie +To you like ever +If I was even ever +Given another chance to +"do it again" + +Like I died +And gone to heaven +Climbed inside a treasure +Died inside of pleasure like +Wow +Your smile is but of essence +Your child is so precious +I wish +It was paternally mine +But karma is a message +But I'mma try to test it +And scream for a blessing +So loud +And I hope that you would catch it +And one day you would come fallin +Out of the most highest cloud + +Then ill be there to catch you +Yes +Ill be there to let you +Do da things +We didn't do before +Now +Next time we have to stretch it +Do it never forget it +I never forgot +I wish dat we could +"do it again" (X3) + +Hey +Im just trynna talk to you +If I could talk to you +Den I would talk +Forever and a day +Yes I remember +So vividly +How we would be +When we lay +And my then blue skies +Were no longer gray +She so brightened up my day +Put it on a scripture +She would be a picture +If perfect had a face +I promise you homie +Dat u would be hungry like me +If you had a taste +I put it on my momma +Cus baby girl is a flower +A flower without a vase +No water needed at all +She continues to grow +More beautiful everyday +And I love her somethin vicious +And im just wishin +We could +"do it again"(X3)10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +U Gon Love MeI'm so sick I go to the hospital +When I don't get fixed I get nicked by the brain surgeon +If I'm losing ya, sorry I'm just brain surfing +Move in ya mind like a five in the lanes twerk it +But I'm like a six with ya bitch twerk that +I'm on the strip with ya bitch working +And I don't like strippers, I like dyke bitches +That don't like strippers; that, like bitches +Like to fight strippers, Weezy F. Baby +I don't write shit, be on the hype shit +She on that white shit +I ain't talking about cum, put powder on my dick +Then she suck it til she numb, shit +I remember back in the day +When an ounce of coke was four hundred +And them bitches was gay +But now these niggas is gay +And you could probably get an ounce for eight +Shit, if you spend eleven hundred you straight +And now the niggas with money is the niggas that hate +And bitches want a broke nigga cause them bitch niggas fake +But that's why me, and my hooligans debating, ho +Which one of these rich niggas we taking? +I gotta make it, Lil Layla's six now +My little brother J.E. wanna cop bricks now +And little Marley, he just hold his chick down +Get 'em a Benz so he can roll his chick round +I blow big in a 'Lac like a big dawg +I keep that sig in my lap like my dick dawg +Shit make me bust a nut in yo face +Tell ya girlfriend, "Bitch +Wipe the slut off yo face, ho" +Where you from? I'll put you under your state +Then I go and throw a party at Bungalow 8 +Yeah I'm something so straight feared I +Knock a nigga right up in his queer eye +I ain't playing nigga this is the year I must excel +Fans sending in cards say you must get well soon +Because I'm sick, so sick sick mean +I be with a cute thing +And she do her lip thing +Well as a matter fact I think you know her well +Everytime I'm with the girl you always blowing up her cell +What, would you stop me and shorty tryna chill, man +Shorty tryna feel on my eel +I shock her like Silk +I Chaka like I'm managing a Ludacris +Handling the uzi like a camera +Choose ya flick, ya strike a pose +We pull up-in Bentley +Niggas on the bikes is hoes +I'm that cold, nigga +I'm that cold. Nigga +Though I'm a hot boy +I'm that cold nigga2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Where You At[Hook] +All my niggas if you with me +Where you at? (oh!) +All my soldiers if you with me +Where you at? (oh!) +All my hustlers if you with me +Where you at? (oh!) +Where you at? (oh!) +Where you at? Say (oh!) +Niggas if you with me +Let me hear you say (oh!) +Soldiers if you with me +Let me hear you say (oh!) +Hustlers if you with me +Let me hear you say (oh!) +Say, say (oh!) +Say, say (oh!) + +[Verse 1] +Aye (Oh!) +I come and do my thang and hold down my side +Eagle Street man throw my set up high +Weezy we gang call them boys that squad +That squad, squad up! you know +And we get a lot of dough on the strength of me +Get a lotta dro on the strength of Fee +Get a lot of blow +But keep that on the D +D what?...DL! you know +And oh you don't wanna fuck with a nigga +'Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger +Leave a nigga on the floor +Truly I don't buck with you nigga +Let my tooly talk, talk to you nigga +Bitch man is an itch to a rich man whoa +'20s on the six with the kicks sitting low +Sticky in my swish man gasoline floor +Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow +Ya know! +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Aye (oh!) +Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer +Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the +Ass up high the front dip drip bam +Mami like damn, Lil Wayne stop playing +Baby I'm a baller I hustle with my father +It's the Birdman and Birdman Jr +I flip them birds man eighteen grand just order +Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter +Yeah! Tity baby put it in the air +I'm jumping out this atmosphere +And I'm jumping in your bitch if she had a player +Jumping in the painted thing on them dang-a-dangs +You see the arm when I pass nigga bang-a-lang +You now I'm armed we can mash man it ain't a thing +You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla ain't a game +I got a banana clip for all you orangutans +Let's bang! + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Aye (oh!) +It's young Weezy can't none see me dawg +I get you done easy with one easy phone call +And the sawed-off make your arms fall off +Like a short sleeved polo, won't bother me no more +Ice like strobe light, look like I'm moving slow mo' +Ferrari look nice on low pro Yokohomas +With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em +Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja +Red-bone in the shower +Hello! Pocahontas give a long stroke poke for hours +Floating vagina hoe, I'mma holla +Sold coke in the '90s, I'm honest man +Nothing big maybe ounces, grams +But I know how to double, and sometimes it's scams +But I know to hustle, and some Glocks'll jam +But I know how to bust 'em, and some drops'll slam +All alloy buttons that's all stunting +That boy's something +Yeah! +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All Alone[Intro] +Listen up, Princess + +[Verse 1] +I wake up in the morning +Take a knee and thank God +Then go to the mirror, look myself in the eye +Today I didn't wake up with a woman on my side +Yesterday I didn't wake up with a woman on my side +Neither the day before that, nor before that +I just remember the moments, call me Kodak +And know that I do miss ya +But it's your denial that I must hold against ya +Since you've been gone, I've been all alone +But alone is steroids, cuz it made me strong +Girl, hurr gone in the wind +You cheated on God's son +Baby girl, that's a sin +But I forgive you +But I can't give you +Another chance, ma, you're in my rear-view +And I put that ring on your finger +I was all in +But now it's just a symbol of what could've been +Goddamn +[Bridge] +And now I'm by myself, but (I like it) +Damn, she left me all by myself, but (I like it) + +[Verse 2] +Yo, I love my niggas; no homo +I swear I hope all get cheese like Digiorno +It's something 'bout the Hot Boyz that you don't know +I gotta love for em that I don't show +And B.G. been my nigga since the front door +I hope Chopper City Records blow +Fa sho' +And me and Juve never really got along +But you still would let yo nigga come get on yo hottest song +Damn, I fuck wit ya for that +I fuck with ya Lil Wack +And me and Skip go back (Skip, whattup!) +When you see a real nigga, you gotta tip yo hat +And since I'm a real nigga, I do just that +I had my own lawyer working on Turk's case +After I heard him dissin me on the mixtape +Cause he's locked up, and I'm free +He got a lot more to worry about than me +I ain't trippin + +[Outro] +Y'all niggas left me by myself, but I can't front (I like it) +And so, now +I've become the President of the spot y'all left me at +A lot has changed, but, I can't font (I like it)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Walk It Out (Remix)[Intro] +Haha +Drought 3 +Yessir! +Hahaha +Look + +[Verse 1] +I bought it out like Stunna +I hope when we kiss, we make you sick to your stomach +Stuntin' like my daddy, and your mama eat rubbers +I bet that I can do the mouth-to-mouth with your woman +My house is a dungeon +Yellow diamond ring looking like a little Funyun +Stand on my toes, you can call me "Paul Bunyan" +Switching up my flows like a nigga do construction +The microphone wet 'cause my words like seduction +And when we on the jet, you don't come up in the discussion +And if you say you balling, we probably don't trust you +And I know plenty freaky hoes that probably won't fuck you +Even if you pay 'em, boy, they probably won't fuck you +Only if I say that she can touch you, like Busta +But she might cut you, and burn you, like Usher +Me and my clique be in red, like Russia +I shit these rappers out, and sometimes, I forget to flush you +Grandaddy purp or bubble kush-crusher +Explode in a bitch mouth like a Gusher +Cash Money, Young Money, check the production +I am just a Martian, get prepared for abduction +[Break] +Hahahaha +Hehehe +Hahahaha + +[Verse 2] +Um, I walk it out, like crutches +Two girls jump me, like double-dutches +My nigga T-Streets know a girl named Duchess +And every time he see her in the street, she be cussing +I told him he should wave the black flag 'cause she bugging +He said, "The pussy good," he said, "You dig?" So I dug him +I'm looking for a real bad bitch with a husband +I'll give her much dick and a whole lot of nothing +I'm spitting like I stumbled on a gold pot of something +And when I was six, I saw my role model hustling +So I gotta hustle +These rappers talking 'bout a whole lot of nothing +You dropped me on Saturday, I sold out on Sunday +Fuck is the arguing 'bout? Nigga, Tha Carter out +This is what I call Da Drought... 3 +And we don't walk it out, we drop-top-Porsche it out +They better walk 'em out, before we chalk 'em out +We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out +We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk 'em now +They don't want it, uh-uh; no, they don't want it, uh-uh +You see, they phony, I'm not; oh, yeah, they phony, I'm not +I Eastside walk it out, I bring New Orleans out +I am a Saints fan; oh, yeah, we marching now +Like we're a Saints band, I play the organs now +And if they talking, most likely, I'm what they talking 'bout +My nigga T from the East roll up that forest now +Man, I'm just trying to get my peanuts, I'm like Charlie Brown +OK, that Uzi make a Harley sound +Take two of these and walk around +Come straight from that homeless town +This game belong to Carter now, bitch17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Momma Taught Me[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Momma gave me the swag, I walk like the President +Talk 'bout only dead presidents and big settlements +Yes, I have faith in the flag, yep, I'm a citizen +I'm repping for my city that is bad as the city is (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Momma ain't teach me no better but to get this cheddar +And that I do and for it I get at you +I consider you all fools, you niggas is hilarious +Young Money—bitches don't wanna fuck us, they wanna marry us +Now, ain't that some shit? +I can't have one bitch, but I just got one dick, and no— +I ain't fucking with the fake +I load my handgun with hand towel to touch a nigga face +I am something like a safe, I will never crack +Ain't no combination, nigga, never that +If a nigga ever said anything about Weezy and meant it +He gon' get it that same evening, pimpin' +I'm backseat riding like I'm Mr. Daisy +I am Weezy F. Baby, don't miss the Baby +I kiss the lady on her hand +I'm a fly young man, check my wingspan +This year, I probably do everything tan +Buy a crib on the sand, gotta float to the land, but +Don't get it twisted, I'll still die for me +And do a bid for my man, keep it real as I can +'Cause I'm strong, strong with a will and a plan +Where there's a will, there's a way, so make way for the fam +Young Money—I yell it 'til they come for me, come get me +I bet I'll take more than one with me +I know it don't take more than one shot +And for that reason, I'm gon' shoot more than one shot (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +I be clicking when the gun stop, I make the body hot +Then spit on it when the body drop +I get on it like a pot of crack, I get at your bitch +Then, I tell her like a rapper: "Holla back!" +I'm still asking, "Where the dollars at?" +I will smash you if you got 'em Jack, I'll peel faster +The lil' bastard in the Maybach +A young nigga, I still think saving is wack +I eat, sleep, shit, and bathe with my gat +I'm like, "Fuck pimping; slaving is back" +They like, "Yes, master, you the best, master" +My hoes need me, I'm like test answers +You don't need me, you might catch cancer +Come back from treatment looking like Van Axel +No, I don't like baldhead hoes +I like a long-haired diva with the bossiest goals +I'm a all day pleaser, your boy can't go +He too proud, I go where your boy can't go, oh +Nasty ass lil' boy +Put my feet up on the dash, pass the grass, enjoy +Get the coke up off the glass, get the money out the drawers +Get the weed out the jars, and we do it like stars, haha +[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama] +Weezy F. Baby +Big shout-out to SHADE 45 +The streets is watching +Aphilliates Radio2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Eat You Alive[Intro] +C3 be ready cause I know you can’t be +So be afraid, very afraid +Yeah, ha ha + +[Hook] +I done warned you boys of the monster boy +I’m the monster boys +Feed me rappers or feed me beats +Now I’m gonna eat, and now I’m gonna eat +I’m gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive +Eat you alive, alive, alive, alive +I’m gonna eat you alive, alive, alive +I’m gonna eat, I’m gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive +Eat you alive, alive, alive, alive +I’m gonna eat you alive +Now I’m gonna eat, eat you alive +And now I'mma gonna eat, I’m gonna eat + +[Verse 1] +Welcome to Tha Carter, little shop of horror +Bloody like a period after D-R-uh +Doctor I'mma dog, I'mma dog, I'mma dog you +Not Georgetown but I'mma uptown Hoya +Brothers like Warner, someone should’ve warned you +R E L A X like fucking California +Or get cornered then get tortured then get slaughtered, in that order +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Massacre music, lose it, loosens loosen a noose round my neck, I’m turning blue bitch +Bout to go stupid, that Hollygrove zoo shit +Keep a set of grip plies for ear pair loose slips +I done said I was too sick, I said I’m too too sick +Four sick, five sick, six sense, dead people +Just put ahead people, instant, instinct +I don’t care what color you is, I burn you turn your skin pink +And if you can’t stand me then knock me down +But I don’t wanna hear that shit like shit Foxy Brown +It's Weezy F. People +And I don’t talk shit like deaf people +New Orleans refugee like Wyclef people +My street eagle and nigga watch your ego +Cause if you think you too fly then I shoot down that eagle +And then the monster see you and the monster need food +And that monsters me too, so the monster eat you + +[Juliana] +I done warned you boy of the monster boy +He’s a monster, yeah +Feed him rappers, or feed him beats +And now he’s gunna eat and now he’s gunna eat +[Ludacris] +I’m tired of playin with y’all boys +Wayne you ready, Luda, yeah +That's right I’ll eat you alive, Luda I’ll eat you, eat you +Till there ain’t nuttin left +Til the cops can’t identify none of your facial features +Letting out my rage, unleash the beast +Unlock your guest of honor +Let me out the cage I’ll eat these beats +I’m hip hops Jeffrey Dahmer +Can’t get to be defeated my spot is still reserved +Till you sell diamond nigga don’t say a fucking word +My flows are animalistic +Just say I’m a seasoned Vet +I received my masters in rapping you just a teachers pet +And I’m this seasons threat +Yeah I’m fucking mother nature +Flows so hard if you get up on the track I’ll make your own mother hate ya +Act like she don’t even know ya, act like she don’t even care +Ludacris turns rappers to ashes +Roll em up and put em in the air +It’s rap orientation and yes I’m glad to meet ya +I’ll bring the pain, ay Lil Wayne go get the anesthesia +For these none contenders for these rhyme offenders +Their time is not on my agenda bitch nigga +[Hook - Ludacris] +Cus I done warned ya boys I’m a monster boy +Ima a monster boy (thats right) +Feed me rappers or feed me beasts (feed me beats) +Ima gonna eat, Ludacris Im gonna eat (say what) +Im gonna eat ya alive +Eat ya alive +Ludacris I eat ya alive (I eat em alive) +I’ve always ate em alive (I ate em alive)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Zoo[Intro: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +Look +Rockwilder on the beat +1-7 in your face (1-7, nigga) +Mack Maine, you my nigga (You already!) +Cash Money, what's up? (What's up?) +Check me out + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +Young Money, motherfucker—where the cash at? (Ugh) +I put numbers on your head like a class hat (Hoo!) +See, I done been through everything like a lab rat (Chyeah) +Can you swim? 'Cause you sleepin' where the crabs at +I stand before you bitch niggas with the fif' cocked... +Damn! You can hear a pin drop (Ha!) +Bulletproof vests cannot defend tops (Yeah, yeah) +Wanna walk in my shoes, you need ten socks (Chyeah) +But these niggas is actors like Rick Fox (Rick Fox?) +Stick to the script or fuck around and get written out +We in this motherfucker throwing up the set (1-7!) +G4 boys, throw 'em off the jet (Ha!) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +And me 'n' Mack is just two niggas from the same hood (Chyeah) +Fell from the same tree (Yup!), cut from the same wool (Yup!) +See, I'm the young lion (Lion), and he the young bull (What?) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo (Yeah) +Me and Mack is just two niggas from the same hood (Same hood) +Fell from the same tree (Same tree) +Cut from the same wool (Chyeah!) +See, I'm the young lion, and he the young bull (What?) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo +[Verse 2: Mack Maine & Lil Wayne] +Warning: Mack on the dollar hunt (Maaack!) +I'm feelin' real slick, bitch, I got my collars up (Up) +Spread the word, boy, I keep the kush bottled up (Up) +.40 cal, pal, you can get hollowed up (Doot-doot!) +If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, homie +Then that's cheap chatter (Ha!) +I'm pissin' on the game, feel like I got a weak bladder (Yeah) +And y'all fallin off, y'all climbin' up a weak ladder (You dying) +And I'm too high to try to reach you son +I rock shows every day with Miss Cita's son (Ya know!) +Then I'm uptown, baby like I'm Peter Gunz, ha (Uptown!) +Or Lord Tariq; to the Lord, I speak +I got game, I got a veggie tryin' to eat my meat, naww + +[Hook: Mack Maine & Lil Wayne] +Me and Tune is two niggas from the same hood (Yeah) +Fell from the same tree (Yeah), cut from the same wool (Yeah) +He a young lion (Yup), and I'm a young bull (Yup) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo (Got 'em) +Me and Tune is two niggas from the same hood +Fell from the same tree (Ya know!), cut from the same wool (Yeah) +He a young lion (Huh?), and I'm a young bull (Boy!) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +Now, bring it back to Hollygrove, yeah, Hollygrove (Hollygrove!) +Harrell Park, had work by the slidin' boards +Harrell Park, you get murked by the slidin' boards (Boom!) +17th Ward, animals and dinosaurs (17th, yeah!) +Tyrannosaurus Rex: test me +It's M.O.B. 'til the mortician dress me +And that's deep (Hah), you run up on Eagle Street (Oh) +Belfast and Monroe, be right at your front door +Knock-knock, hello, there goes several fellows +With clips to the elbows, hell rose (Chyeah) +And tell them niggas we was hustlin' 'til hell froze (Yeah) +Hollygrove ain't no motherfuckin' Melrose (Bitch!) +Hollywood ain't no motherfuckin' Hollygrove +They could find your ass Monday in your Friday clothes (Hey) +Or they could find your Pop dead on Father's Day +Hollygrove, U.S.A., where Maine and Carter stay (Okay) +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +And me and Carter just two niggas from the same hood (Geah) +Fell from the same tree (G-Geah), cut from the same wool (G-Geah) +He just a young lion (Yeah), and I'm a young bull (G-Geah) +Welcome to the zoo, nigga, welcome to the zoo +And me and Maine is just two niggas from the same hood (Chyeah) +Fell from the same tree (Chyeah), cut from the same wool (Wool) +See I'm the young lion (Lion), and he the young bull (Huh?) +Welcome to the zoo, you are in the zoo2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Low Down[Intro: DJ Khaled] +No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne + +[Chorus] +Go to war with your whole community +Go to war for these hoes, that's lunacy +I done lost all control of the goon in me +Chopper spark like it's electrocuting me +Pop a bar, sip some barre, smoke some Buddah weed +Pop it off, we can start the buffoonery +Only eat what I kill and watch who I eat +Normally pay for my meal, I'll kill you for free +No Ceilings 3 + +[Verse] +Tired of these strippers, I'm going at nurses +She write me prescriptions, she light up medicinal +The conditional critical, might need a physical +Cold as a hospital, warm and hospitable +Tommy gun extendo long as a tentacle +I got this octopus on me, it swim with you +I bring apocalypse straight to your living room +Tony the Tiger, you flaky, you cereal +My life a movie, get head underwater +We fuck in my pool, that's chlorine in her pussy +Codeine make the drank bubble like a jacuzzi +Codeine make it pink, something like a petunia +My baby whip faster than mine, she splurging +My baby sip glasses of wine, sip yurple +Take off that mask, bae, your smile don't deserve it +Take her to Belgium for waffles and syrup +Might take her to Paris to buy a few Birkins +They tryna put me in the can, she nervous +Bae Ima man I don’t mind I’ll serve it, just pray for your man pray your honor have mercy +She never leave me, she so down +She hang with actresses, don't even go out +I'm changing my status, I'm changing my profile +Changing my addy, I'm changing my doorknobs +I ran through the pack like it's inches on fourth down +Pour me some actavis, I watch it pour down +I drip every day just to stay in my own house +A nigga just trying to stay out the courthouse +Cullinan foggy, I'm smoking the loggy +I'm too high to argue, I'm too rich to bargain +That pussy my target, I look at my target +That pussy get soggy, her legs are wide open +Her tongue out like Jordan, cum on my Rick Owens +And cum on my Jordans and now I'm tiptoeing all up in her garden +And now her clit sore, I'ma rub on it for her +No Ceiling, nigga, hey +All of my hoes give facial, all of my hoes give fellatio +All of my hoes sensational, all of my hoes interracial +All of my hoes into gay shit, all of my hoes is persuasive +All of my hoes get a date, all of my hoes get 'em wasted +I be right there when you wake, and all of my hoes getting raises, Mula +She never leave me, she so down +I hang with capitalists, don't bring the broke 'round +This automatic a dummy a moron +I make it rain, clear it out like Boban +Run through the pack like inches on fourth down +Pour some actavis, I watch it pour down +I put on drip every day, it's a showdown +She blew my ceilings away, that's a blowjob +[Chorus] +I'ma blow up your community +Go to war for these hoes, that's lunacy +I done lost all control of the goon in me +Chopper spark like it's electrocuting me +Pop a bar, sip some barre, smoke some Buddah weed +Pop it off, we can start the buffoonery +Only eat what I kill and watch who I eat +Normally pay for my meal, I'll kill you for free +No Ceilings 3 + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +One time for Cory Gunz, Lil Twist, Juelz Santana, Tyga +Bless up!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +3 Headed Goat[Intro] +(Aviator) + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +That's right, featuring Cory Gunz and YD + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +These ain't no SD +Bitch, these Jimmy Choos, might be the Miu Mius +Might be the Giuseppes +Bitch, you could get left, so bitch, get me right +You gotta impress me +Lil' bitch walking 'round with her titties out +Like she gon' breastfeed +Police raiding my spot +They saw it was me and took selfies +Play with them guns +Soon as they pop I'm gon' hit my target +In front of his broad, in front of his daughters +I'm so remorseless +We in Miami in the middle of a pandemic +And we on a new beach +Working that salmon, runnin' that sushi +I cannot mention my hoes inside of my songs +'Cause I know they be bragging a lot +I can't keep these pills, getting high with these bitches +I'm supposed to be handing 'em out +Show me that nigga who say he getting rich off of dope +'Cause my niggas be jabbing a lot +I heard that you and them niggas you with ain't no joke +My niggas laughing out loud, yeah +That shit was awesome, took her to Nordstroms +Just had a foursome, didn't have to force 'em +You cannot come back around me +You turn your back on me, I cannot forgive +You need to stop fucking with strippers +Tou run into agents and giving 'em tips +We kill your slime, we take your work +We take your bitch, you a bitch +My bitch is a snob, my fool is a jerk +And I bet this missile don't miss +[Verse 2: YD] +Shorty might got a pole but won't pop shit +He be talking like he down to drop shit +Bitch I'm up in your crib and I don't got a key +I be all in yo shit like a locksmith (Get em) +And we ain't throwing hands, better stop it +You ain't see no white flag when we squash shit (Nah) +And you know what's gon' happen when Tune put me right on a track +Bitch, you know that's the squad shit +Heard your funds just got low, ain't no job, nigga +So you out here, and you bout to starve nigga +I was in your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas +Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga +Ain't no need to relive in the dark, nigga +Now I'm 'bout to skrrt off of the lot in the Bentley +And take up two spots when I park, nigga (Skrt) +Man, these niggas be boasting +I don't even drink on the liquor +'Cause when I skate, bitch, I need focus +No comedian joking, man +I hope he get his ass right on the stand so my youngins can roast him +Man, you know why I'm chosen, 'cause I ran here first in the game, put my foot down 'til that bitch was choking +This shit be promotion 'cause I'm smoking on this good kush, bitch, and it's potent + +[Verse 3: Cory Gunz] +Lean, water, intelligence, nigga finding your medicine +My weapons will knock an ottoman out of your residence +Got your wife on the edible, secret service +And she taking it down like the president +Can't survive in my element +If you never been in stride with the lions and elephants +When they free all my niggas then wherever Weezy be +Where I'm flying the felons in (Yup) +They be rhyming so predicate +Then, when you see 'em in person, they quiet and delicate +And 'til somebody die for the death of your brethren +I cannot buy what you selling in +We met at the Mandalay she live in San Jose +Visiting town with a friend today +When they hop in the Laundaulet +We 'bout to fuck over mandolins, champagne and creme brulée +Tell your little mans to stay in his place +Don't wanna get shot in your shin today +Nigga play on the internet, I don't get into that +I send a shot in your shin today +Way too many niggas and not enough bitches for all of this bitch shit +Too many to name, you know who to call +For real, some pimp shit +What you saying is not realistic +I just left Elliante the district +But I still go to Vice with the biscuit +Even still for a slice and I missed it +'Bout to gamble your life on a trip bitch +I be rolling the dice on on her lipstick +I'm a different type of sadistic +I don't look at the price when I get shit +I don't put in no ice when I sip shit +Lot of boomers and lights when I clip shit +Leave the room looking like I just flipped shit +She be riding me like I'm a ripstick +She say she want a body for Christmas +I'm living like some bucket list shit +If you don't like it suck a sick dick1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +More to the Story[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Oh, you ain't heard? +Him and dopeman ain't cool no more +'Cause dopeman tried to charge him double for the usual +Damn +You just don't hear good news no more +After I tell this story, I gotta kill who I told +Okay, his new package had came in +Had the whole house stankin' +Traphouse doorbell ringin' +Traphouse gettin' too famous +His traphouse poppin' all night +The porch light should be strobe lights +That shit them police don't like +You know them pigs no good like pork rinds +Gotta go home to that whore wife +That don't never wan' fuck, just start fights +And he just made a hard right at the wrong time +They pulled him over, if they only write him a ticket, he'll be alright +Yeah, right +‘Cause you know he fit the description of a black male that sell white +AK on the backseat +Trunk full of cocaína +He stepped on the gas and got ghost on 'em +His bitch scream like she seen one +He said, “Shut up while I speed up” +She said, “I think you lost 'em," now he think he lost 'em +Now he lost his train of thought +The voice in his head said, “All aboard” +And he woke up, don't listen to that bitch +She coked up off of his stuff +And he know it's good +Where the popcorn? This story good, call Hollywood +But anyway, let a nigga get back to it +He came to a neighborhood and he zig-zagged through it +He didn't see the lights, but he still heard the sirens +Cut off all his lights and they drove right by him, woo +Chapter two +Traphouse just got cable +Stuntin' on the neighbors +The cable man was the feds though +A four-year-old was in bed though +He woke up when he heard the Glocks cock +You wouldn't believe what happened ten seconds later +To be continued, dot, dot, dot +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Ten seconds left, he gon' get it +Mag in his mouth, mean like a fitted +Caught him in the pool room, two to his head +In the room and boom, they did it, wow +Face on the ground, Ace of Spade on the ground +Run, bullets, they'll chase you around +Don't listen to me, these niggas ain't playin' +Yo, they'll lace 'em down, feel it +One hit Willy +Other nigga live with a milli +Other nigga ride him Phillies +Run through the hood, all blood, blowin' bills on grils +Just chillin' up in New York City +One got witty +Took his mask off, he a dumbass +Got him on viddy +Somebody yelled out, “Yo, that's 'Chelle” +Blaow, blaow, caught her in the titty, huh +Four more shells went to his face like gazelles +Bloody, they laced him up well +Niggas stop shootin', get the loot +Stop bullshittin', boy, you wild, stop playin' yourself +This ain't good, now they fucked +Police barricade the buildin', what? +Now we stuck +Now this clown-ass nigga just fucked us all up (Up) +Eleven more shots +Came to the door was the cops +Chain popped off, caught him in his top +Fell to the floor, damn four-year-old shorty just looked up +Said, “They got you” +Damn, another nigga dead +Another nigga head licked, damn, they copped out +What's it all about, kid? +Max out, shed, play the background, we's out +Mwah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +There's always more to the story (To the story) +There's always more to the story +You ain't hear it from me (Hear it from me) +And what you hear, don't repeat (Don't repeat) +Or disappear in your sleep +And you ain't hear this from me (This from me) +There's always more to the story (To the story) +And that's the moral to the story +Nigga, listen to me (Listen to me) +Fuck what you hear in these streets, yeah (Streets) +And if I hear you them people +You ain't hearin' from me (From me)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hardbody[Talking] +Yea +Uh Huh +The Fuck Was I Thinkin? +Drought 3 Bitch! +Yeah Let Me Light My See Through Blunt +Whatchu Kno Bout It? +Get It! +Weezy's The Name +Moneys The Game +Already! + +[Verse 1] +Hard Body Muddafucka Got The Heart Of A Killer +Young God In Da Buildin Bout To Start A Religion +Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some Missles +Brang Em Straight To Ya Block And Go To War Wit You Bitches +If U Hit The Head Then The Rest Fall In Position +Shoot A Nigga On His Porch And Make Him Fall In His Kitchen +Copped A Big Boy Porsche Wit All The Specifics +And I Keep That Torch Baby Call Me Olympics +Red White Blue Pills Flippin Skills Like Gyminsts +And Neva Give A Bitch Money Blood Or Kidneys +When The Gun Goes Pow I Be At The Finish +Wit My Medal Round My Neck Autograph On My Tennis +The Land Of Da Murder Dope Crack And Syringes +Pull Up On Ya In Da Coupe How Fat Is Ya Engine +Neva Talk To Those That Sat On Dem Benches Boy +I Was In Da Game On 4th And Inches +These Niggas Want The Business +Imma Give These Boys Da Business +See U Fuckin Wit Da Boy That Told Yall Ta Fuck Christmas +Got All These Hoes Trippin +Got All These Hoes Strippin +No We Ain't PSC But Them Bitches Know We Tippin +I Juss Bought A Pint And Ain't None Of Yall Sippin +Make My Friends Buy They Own Fuck Im Tired Of Being Friendly +Ain't Gotta Lie Juss To Try To Be Wit Me +Bitches Up In Heaven Waitin At The God To Be Wit Me +Im Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is Wayne Juss Crazy +I Been Around Im Still Around Like Them Geico Cavemen +Hairpin Trigga No I Won't Shave It +I Spot Hip Hop In The Ocean Im Gonna Save It +The South Is So Dirty Bitch U Can Bathe It +Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Matin +Babygirl Yo Pussy Lookin So Vacant +And Its Fuck You And Fuck Georgia Bush Not Makin +Fuck Waste Deep Im In Ova My Head +But Its Cool Imma Make It Im Good Like Meagan +Your Girl Want Me To Come Ronald Like Reagan +Your Boyfriend Is Softer Than A Carton Of Eggs And +I Dont Fear Nothing But God And Weddings +At The Top Of My Paper Like Im Starting A Heading +My Homie Santana Yea Das My Ace +But You May Know Us As I Can't Feel My Face +[Talking] +Yeah +Weezy Bitch +Dont Give A Fuck Bout You At All +Im Paid +Been That Way For A Long Time +Looks Like Imma Die Like That +Cus If Ain't Imma Juss Die +Haha + +[Verse 2] +Yeah See They Dont Kno Where I Came From But They Kno Where Im Goin +And I'll Tell You Juss How The Top Feels When Im On +In The Game Im No Cheetah Imma Tiger Imma Cougar Imma Panther Imma Bengle +Ocho Cinco +Im Illy Shirt Softer Than Gillie +In A Pair Of Gucci Flops Feelin Free-er Than Willie +When Dem Niggas Left I Got A Little Bit Chilly +But I Juss Let It Burn Like The End Of The Philly +Weezy!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mute[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Turn the music up +Uh, uh + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She say, "But why you got so many" (Many, uh) +I say, "Ooh, do I smell envy?" (Envy) +She say, "But why you be so friendly?" (Friendly) +Then she say, "Gimme, gimme, gimme" + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Hoe, shut the fuck up, uh +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, yes, Lord +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute +Hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Uh) +Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe +Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +But I ain't got time, to go back and forth with no bitch +What a tangled web we weave, I got arachnophobia bitch +I told her, "Stop tripping," she kept tripping +Same reason I've left women +That's some real shit, bitch don't step in it (Message, alright) +That's an ass, no questions asked +Keep talking, we'll never last +Some of these hoes want a wedding band +Some hoes cool with leather bag +Pop it off, do something for it +Open your mind, I got something for it +Talk is cheep, talk is cheep +And guess what, I can afford it, goddamn +[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Big Sean] +And it ain't trickin if you got it, yeah +Bae if I got it, then you got it, yeah +Bae if I got it, then you got it (Sean Don, G.O.O.D.) +Sellin' all this shit I ain't, you know you got it (I just stopped caring, okay?) +You know you got it (Look) + +[Verse 2: Big Sean with Lil Wayne] +Bitch, you better cooperate +I got no patience, but I'm Dr. Paid +So you better get the hell out my face +Talking loud like I really give a fuck what you got to say +You acting high off a line like Dr. J +Respect me like Dr. King +Check looking like a doctor bill, I made a mill +I'm working on another M now like Dr. Dre +Attention to the damn dollar, that's ADD (Oh God) +I never take away, only A-D-D +And I'm making power moves like- Umm +Back, forward, right punch, kick, A-B-B (Hadouken) +A couple of my homies weren't too good at school +Man, they really couldn't crack that ACT +But they could damn sure crack that ADT +It ain't safe in your crib, where the safe in your crib? +She wine fine but I'm Sean Don +Double OG, like Sean Conn +Me and Cash Money records taking over for the nine-nine +If I ain't top ten, stop lying +I spit the verse of the year, like nine times +And I won't let the fuck up +And I'm finna write a novel, called, "Shut the fuck up" +Bitch, quit playing +Wayne I got you +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She say, "But why you got so many" (That's my own business) +I say, "Ooh, do I smell envy?" (Stop hatin', man) +She say, "But why you be so friendly?" (Bitch, mind yo business) +Then she say, "Gimme, gimme, gimme" + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne with Big Sean] +Hoe, shut the fuck up, uh +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, yes, Lord +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute (Fuck wit' em) +(And I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would) +Hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Huh, money) +Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Do the money dance) +Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Do the money dance) +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute (Money dance, yeah)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’ll Die for You[Verse 1] +Hey, I tried to treat you like no other +To be like no other in your life +Hey, and I cried to see you with another +To see you with another, to win your life + +[Bridge] +Hear me out, please hear me out +Hear me out before you walk up out the door +Hear me out please, hear me out +Before you walk up out that fuckin' door! + +[Chorus] +I love you like no other +I do you like no other +I swear to God I motherfuckin' tried +I do you like no other +I treat you like no other +Without you in my life I'd fuckin' die +I'd die without you, I'd die +I'll die without you, I'll die +I'll die without you + +[Verse 2] +I'll cry, until you see an ocean +I'm sinkin' to the ocean's floor, to my demise +Ohh I'd die here to see you with another +To see you with another, to be in your life +Ohhhh, no-ohhhh +[Bridge] +Hear me out, please hear me out +Hear me out before you walk up out the door +Hear me out please, hear me out +Before you walk up out that fuckin' door! + +[Chorus] +I love you like no other +I treat you like no other +I need you in my motherfuckin' life +I'll treat you like no other +And there won't be another +There won't be another Mr. Right +I'd die without you, I'd die +I'll die without you, I'll die +I'll die without you, I'll die +I'll die, ohhhh + +[Verse 3] +Bury me a G, yeah, bury me a G when I die +Bury me a G when she cry +And I'll be lookin' down from the sky +Bury me a G, yeah bury me a G when I die +Bury me a G, and I I swear +You gon' hear me out, yeah hear me out +Hear me out before you walk up out my door +Yeah you gon' hear me out +Don't you walk up out my fuckin' door! +[Chorus] +I love you like no other +I treat you like no other +I need you in my motherfuckin' life +I'll do you like no other +I'll treat you like no other +I promise, I swear +I'll die without you, die without you +Die without you, die without you +I'll die without you, die without you +Die without you, die without, you3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ground Zero[Instrumental] + +[Verse 1] +Back the hell off! +Rock and roll Jesus with all my nails on +All I need is a blunt and a bail bond +And give these blind motherfuckers somethin' to feel on +Rollin' like a motherfucker, put your wheels on +And let's roll down the hill 'til the hill gone +I started on the block but that's somethin, to build on +And how can I pray when I got nuttin' to kneel on? + +[Chorus] +Hey! The ground is gone +Don't look now but the ground is gone +I'm so high that the ground is gone +And I don't even know which cloud I'm on +Don't look down but the ground is gone +Don't look down 'cause the ground is gone +Right now I'm a million miles from home +And I'm so high that the ground is gone + +[Verse 2] +Huh, walk on air +Show me to the edge and I walk off there +We ain't high enough, au contraire +And sometimes life just don't compare +Sa-say my name, baby, pull my hair +And I'ma fuck you like a bull, I swear +I got a lot of love that I could just share +I got a lot of drugs that I could just share +I-I-I know, I know, what'chu like girl +A nice little mirror and a little white girl +Way at the top of the mountain, bouncing +May I be everything but grounded +I don't ever wanna see the bottom, the bottom +I just wanna float, float like Muhammad +I don't ever wanna see the bottom, the bottom +I just wanna float... +[Pre-Chorus] +Jump jump jump out a window +Let's let's let's jump off a building baby +Let's jump jump out a window +Let's jump off a building baby +Jump jump out a window +Let's let's let's jump off a building baby +Let's jump jump out a window +Let's jump off a building baby + +[Chorus] +Hey! The ground is gone +Don't look now but the ground is gone +I'm so high that the ground is gone +And I don't even know which cloud I'm on +Don't look down but the ground is gone +Don't look down cause the ground is gone +Right now I'm a million miles from home +And I'm so high that the + +[Verse 3] +Hey, I know a girl named Crystal, her last name Ball +I look into her eyes, and I can see it all +I see it when she cry, I'm there when she call +'Cause I live inside of the mirror on the wall +Kill-kill 'em all, die in the spirit of the war +Thinkin' what am I, be in spiritual fall +Huh, shit, 'cause ain't no love +Die while America drink yo' blood +It ain't no hurricane, it ain't no flood +It's some other shit that we ain't know of +Make that money, yeah, make that money +Then watch the government take that money +But we gon' raise hell, motherfucker get well +Laws get passed and economies fail +Love, hate, emotion, compulsion +Addiction, diction, virgins, dickses +Minglin', mixin', swingin', switchin' +Swaggin', sweet, freaks, faggots +Flames, fashion, planes, crashin' +Ground, zero... +[Pre-Chorus] +Jump jump jump out a window +Let's let's let's jump off a building baby +Let's jump jump out a window +Let's jump off a building baby + +[Chorus] +Hey! The ground is gone +Don't look now but the ground is gone +I'm so high that the ground is gone +And I don't even know which cloud I'm on +Don't look down but the ground is gone +Don't look down cause the ground is gone +Right now I'm a million miles from home +And I'm so high that the ground is gone + +[Outro] +Let's let's let's jump off a buildin' baby +Let's jump jump out a window +Let's jump off a buildin' babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Red Rum[Intro - Dre] +My nigga I think we got one, well, another one +Theres so much of these mo'fuckers, Weezy +Thats what they sayin when they play me and they hear me on the radio +Thats what they sayin to me +Thats what they sayin to me +Thats what they tellin + +[Verse 1 - Dre] +When they Remy's in the system +Ain't no tellin' will I fuck em', will I diss em' +That's what they be yellin' +I'm a pimp by blood, not relation +Ya'll be chasin, and I replace em'.. huh? + +[Interlude - Dre & (Lil Wayne)] +You don't need me for nothin' else, my nigga +Go get em' + +(And I got em...) + +[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] +When the Remy's in the system +Ain't no tellin on the spot where I'mma kiss em' +Thats why they be yelling I'm a Damu Blood +My Relation, Affiliation, soowoo nation +And since day one, I look forward to +Three, four, five bitches in my Porsche coupe +And yea, I be on that ass like a horse's shoe +If her religion is true, I'm 'bout to visit the moon +Is you coming? +[Hook - Lil Wayne] +Thats what they sayin when they play me and they hear me on the radio (Weezy you blow my mind) +Thats what they sayin to me +Thats what they sayin to me +Thats what they tellin me, yeah +Thats what they sayin when they play me and they hear me on the radio +Thats what they sayin to me.. + +[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] +When the Remy's in the system +Ain't no question, I'mma fuck em' and diss em +Leave em', never miss em' +I'm a pimp by blood, not relation +Ya'll be chasin', I replace em', huh +Drunk off this, high on that +Man, I think the feds got my iPhone tapped +Ain't that a bitch? Well I hope her ass fat +And if it is I'mma smash that +And pass that back back in a daze +But back in the days I sold crack for a few days +Then quit after I got paid +I ain't lazy I just knew that there was more to be made +And I don't save money so I don't need a whore to be saved +I need a whore to be slaved, I need a whore to behave +I need a whore to be gay, what the fuck am I saying? +I don't need a ho for A thing, 'cuz I got more game than Beijing +[Hook - Lil Wayne] + +[Bridge - Lil Wayne] +Tell em' +I'm talkin 'bout I'm gon' do what I do +And they gon' love me for what I do +And they gon' copy what I do +Yea +I'm talkin 'bout I'm gon' do what I do +And they gon' love me for what I do +And they gon' copy what I do +Yea + +[REPEAT Verse 1 - Lil Wayne][x2] + +[Outro] +Thats what they sayin' +Thats what they sayin' to me + +Weezy you blow my mind + +Young Moolah, baby2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Deep End[Verse 1] +Look what you done done, yeah +Play with my heart and told me it's too bad +And then you hit me up +I'm tryna talk, you told you hit you back +It's crazy how you drive me brazy +I think I finally met my match +I try to let my mind navigate me +And end up bringing me right back + +[Chorus] +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been giving me no reason +But I've been drowning in and sinking +Falling in the deep end +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been looking for a reason +But I've been crawling in and reaching, ooh +Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end +Falling in thе deep end +Falling in the deep end + +[Verse 2] +You tеll me I'm wrong +'Cause when I'm right it only makes you mad +But you want what you want +But how come I always want you bad? +It's brazy how you drive me crazy +I think I finally met my match +I know that this ain't how my mama raised me +But I done got too attached +[Chorus] +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been giving me no reason +But I've been drowning in and sinking +Falling in the deep end +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been looking for a reason +To dive in all up in the deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end, deep end +Falling in the deep end + +[Bridge] +Falling, yeah +Falling, yeah +Falling, yeah +Falling in the deep end +It's crazy how she drive me brazy +I think I finally met my match +You saying you don't want to see me +And then you keep looking bad + +[Chorus] +I've been falling in the deep end +You've been giving me no reason +But I've been drowning in and sinking +Falling in the deep end2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Burn This City[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +Stop playin' with me +Cannon in my hand +And I'll be damned +If any man +Disrespect me on my land +Intercept a nigga plans +An effective ass nigga +I'm a f-f-fireman, but I'll wet that ass nigga +My vessel pump liquor, I'm a special-ass nigga +No frontin' I'm in front of these extra-last niggas +I'm a extra bad nigga, I'm a sideways shooter +Open up the Maserati +Fuck the highway troopers +'Cause nowadays dudes'll +Run and tell the troopers +So I hope that same trooper could +Find you when I lose ya +Hey, these niggas talkin' at the side of they medullas +Preserve a nigga, put his body in a cooler +Turn 'em into ice, call me Weezy the jeweler +Run up on me boy and get smoked like Buddha +Who the fuck wanna get it in ya next breath? +Gasoline on your door steps +Fire +[Hook] +I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out +Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot + +[Verse 2: Twista] +Uh, Twista, Cash Money +Niggas shook by Twista +Lil Weezyana status, show em heaven (uh huh) +Call a reverend, I'ma burn em up like ladder 47, with a Mac 11 +Try to shoot up every part a you with my arsenel +I'm an arsonist (Say what) +With a 40 cal with a 50 clip +Uh, uh, you don't want a part of this (What) +Let me do your medulla, pop your oblongata, call a doctor +Homie your are not Baby, not the Twista, and not the Carter +(Uh uh) +Don't be comin' up to me actin' pity while I carry Glocks to carve ya (Yeah) +Stop tomorrow +You can break my hands, I write with my mind +You can't stop the author (yeah) +Try to run up on the block, why bother (yeah) +I'mma shoot em with the pump +Then I go and throw his body in a ditch +No one will ever find ya and won't nobody +Talk about you cause I'm a real street mobster (No) +Ghetto gangstas don't eat pasta +Only fuck with the shrimp and the lobster +Murder that pussy hole in ya boy while I'm dressed up like a rasta (Papapa) +New Orleans and Chi connect, stay burnin' sticky (what) +And we gettin scummy +Steady gettin' money +That's why I'm up on fifty, shit +I only be fuckin' with niggas that's earnin' with me +If you try you gon' die +On fire, cause I'm so high +Watch how we burn this city +[Hook] +I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out +Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Ya know, ya know, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah +Sicker than a bird flu +I am the Birdman junior, and you niggas just bird food +We livin' in a whirlpool +You got to eat or get ate +And you look like bait +Don't you stick one hand over the gate +This dog treat you niggas just like steak +Dinner +I'm that nigga +Take a break +My fuck up is a perfect mistake +I'm great +Murder +Renegade music +My flows' stupid +I'm cold, I spit mucus +I'm tight like sutures +Righteous, ruthless +Strapped, shoot ya +We rich, sue us +Snitch, leave 'em +Ditch, sewers +Pushin' up Daisies, Roses, Petunias +Wakes, funerals, service, communion +I'm hotter than a motherfuckin' Hot Boys reunion +Weezy +[Hook] +I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out +Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Loud Pipes[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh] +I put piss stains on private planes, cause it's my jet nigga +Money ain't shit cause my Rottweilers drink Moët +Diamond baguette bracelets for my lovers +Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers +Who got shit on his wrist that cost three nickel +Who got the project on lock when that nigga slanging pickle +Who got a Benz, a Prowler, playboy, and a 'Vette +Tell the truth -- who fucked you on the same night when we met? +Now, who got baby mamas from the N.O. to New York +Who got every bitch's attention in this motherfucker when he talk +Now who the fuck we talking about, look -- y'all dont know? +I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with? +He fucked that ho +Now look here, y'all ain't seen my watch, it's like 'Harlem World' video +White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I don't know +Shorty, when the next time I'mma be up in your bed +I love you? You love me? +Well go 'head on and gimme some head + +[Chorus: Juvenile] +Loud pipes big rims +Wodie that's our life +When we pull up at the club +Sorry that's our night +I know a lot of haters out there saying +That that's not right +But our diamonds are much bigger +So that's our life +Loud pipes big rims +Wodie that's our life +When we pull up at the club +Sorry that's our night +I know a lot of haters out there saying +That that's not right +But our diamonds are much bigger +So that's our life +[Verse 2: Baby] +I told 'Soul' I need something +With some hell of a ice +Nigga came back with a hell of a price +That ain't nothing, these hoes doing hella wrong +Calling these niggas on our cell phone +Bitch riding Benz on 20-inch chrome +Give me the key, the car, ho, and the alarm +For my Prowler, my Jag, my Benz and my home +Bitch you'll never ride 20-inch chrome +I love to shine, that's why the chopper's mine +Hit my block in my Benz, ho, with stretch tires +Bought a new car that I couldn't drive +Bought it to tunes before a nigga could drive +When I put the Bose system right behind my eyes +With the VC's and TV's so a nigga could shine +Let my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5 +And tell all my hoes they don't need no job + +[Chorus: Juvenile] +Loud pipes big rims +Wodie that's our life +When we pull up at the club +Sorry that's our night +I know a lot of haters out there saying +That that's not right +But our diamonds are much bigger +So that's our life +Loud pipes big rims +Wodie that's our life +When we pull up at the club +Sorry that's our night +I know a lot of haters out there saying +That that's not right +But our diamonds are much bigger +So that's our life +[Verse 3: B.G.] +I ride the best, from a Benz, to a Jag, to a Beamer, to a Lex +Might fly first class on Delta, helicopter or a jet +I'm a stunter, I'm a repper, Geezy like to shine +Drink Don, Moët, and Crissy, see that's the finest wine +20 inches is the only thing I sit my shit on +Don't bring yo bitch around me cause my dick she'll wanna sit on +And I ain't gonna tell her nothing different, that's your issue +But after she come back, your best out is not to kiss her +Whole city sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring +Look at B.G. watch, that bitch bling-a-ling-a-ling +I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will never +See me sporting nothing that ain't 20 G's or better +Me and Wayne take the left, Juve and Baby take the right +It's dark in the room, we hold up our watches and it's light +Cash Money Millionaires living a hell of a life +Like my nigga Weezy said, we surrounded by ice + +[Chorus: Juvenile] +Loud pipes big rims +Wodie that's our life +When we pull up at the club +Sorry that's our night +I know a lot of haters out there saying +That that's not right +But our diamonds are much bigger +So that's our life +Loud pipes big rims +Wodie that's our life +When we pull up at the club +Sorry that's our night +I know a lot of haters out there saying +That that's not right +But our diamonds are much bigger +So that's our life +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Whoa, whoa, whoa +Now I'm shinin' beamin' glossin', Big Tymin' stuntin' and flossin' +Lamborghini sitting on broaders with two more in my garages +Plus a blue and black ferrari with Nintendo and Atari +Man I swear the car is awesome, vroom! Sorry, we lost 'em +I'm back, I pull up smelling like dime sacks and cognac +I leave in the Hummer, hour later I'm flying back +Whoosh, private jet's about to land +The women fall out when I let them touch my hand +I get out the plane into a Mercedes Benz van +TVs all over with chrome 20-inch fans, damn +Goddamn, man, I am, L-I-L, Weezy, off the heezy +But still in awe, ice floodin' on my watch +And in my grill and all, Porsche Box', front blocks +Skrrt! Peeling off, me and Slim in the Rover +Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soldier + +[Chorus: Juvenile] +Loud pipes big rims +Wodie that's our life +When we pull up at the club +Sorry that's our night +I know a lot of haters out there saying +That that's not right +But our diamonds are much bigger +So that's our life +Loud pipes big rims +Wodie that's our life +When we pull up at the club +Sorry that's our night +I know a lot of haters out there saying +That that's not right +But our diamonds are much bigger +So that's our lifeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +N.O. Nigga[Intro] +Drought 3 +Yeah +Ain't shit safe +Hahaha +Bitch! +Oh, Streets! +Snack, let me get 'em! +Yeah! + +[Hook] +You know we strap all day and ride all night +This is the life of a, the life of a +N.O. nigga, N.O. nigga +N.O. nigga, you know, nigga +Since the hurricane came, shit ain't been right +If you visit my city, you could lose your life in the +N.O., nigga, N.O., nigga +N.O., nigga, N.O., nigga + +[Verse] +Come fuck with this flow, nigga, not my flow, nigga +No nigga—no young, no old, nigga +I'm cold, nigga, ice-cold, nigga +God flow, I spit bibles, nigga +Rifles, nigga, chop-chop, bitch +You pop and lock it and my gun'll lock and pop, bitch +My shit popping, like I'm Cris' +No Chris Brown, bitch, this Uptown, bitch +That Uptown shit, like, "What now!" +Shut up and shut down, bitch; now, sit down, bitch +We gets down, bitch; now, sit down, bitch +Don't make a sound, bitch; like a clown, bitch +That red dot cover your nose like a clown, bitch +So don't run 'cause I'ma gun you down, bitch +Bitch, don't I smell, don't I sound rich? +I'm like Stunna, I'm blowing out the pound, bitch +I don't need help, I ain't gon' drown, bitch +'Cause in the pool, I'm on the ball, like the round tip +Yeah, eightball, side pocket +I leave the club with two bitches in my pocket +Naked pictures to my Sidekick +Tell your bitch quit sending them pictures to my Sidekick +And quit instant messaging my IM +Myspace Tom, them bitches acting like I'm him +And fuck the best, nigga, I'm him +Bitches wanna fuck like they're me and I'm them +Yeah, they share me like oxygen +I got game within the game I got 'em in +I'm talking championship rings, I gotta win +We talking championship rings? I got ten +I'm on my champion shit, man, it's looking slim +For them, ha! +[Hook] +Now pack y'all K's and leave y'all knives +This is the life of a, this is the life for us +Gorillas, coke dealers +Dope dealers, we go-getters +A body today and a body tonight +This is the life, nigga, this is the life of a +N.O. nigga, that 5, nigga +That 0, nigga, that 4, nigga19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Whip It[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ok, you ain't new shit +It's Weezy F Baby like a newborn bitch +You ain't know shit +I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch +Pimpin over here +And I ain't Santa Claus +But I can make it reindeer +Money out the ass +Yeah money out the rear +Weezy at the plate +I could bunt it out of here +Safe as a mother fucker +Ain't no safety button on this mother fucker +Where's the safe mother fucker +That's the case +Stop the judge of +Weezy F the F for fury +Hang 12 witnesses +That's what I call a hung jury +Brung Jerry Bling Bling +I made that and I don't even say that +As much as judges say that +That's way back +Boy you should catch up +It must of been mine, theys +Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs +Phat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman +Walking down the street cause I put her out my jeep +I don't save 'em +I slave 'em +They want weezy f +I bad grade 'em, I don't degrade 'em +I serenade 'em +100 on the jaw +100 on the arm +Rings so thick I can't even make a fist +Nigga fuck how you do it cause I do it like this +Yeah, and I just do my wayne +And every time I do it I do my thang +[X2] + +I do it [do it] +How I do it [do it] +I do it [do it, do it, do it] +I do it [ do it, do it, do it] + +I do it how I do it and I do it everyday +I do it how I do it and I do it everyday +I do it how I do it when I do it everyday +I whip it like a slave like a motherfuckin' slave +Yes I whip it like a slave, yes I whip it like a slave +I whip it like a slave like a motherfuckin' slave +Yep I whip it like a slave like a motherfuckn' slave +Then I beat it, I beat it, I beat it, I beat it +I beat that block x4 +I beat that block like it mis-behaved +Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it like a slave +I whip it... + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Kunta Kinte on my shit nigga +Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner +But I ate a plate of loot for dinner +I'm in the garden selling fruit to sinners +Like apple's to Shaq +Hey big spender +And do remember +Just like Brenda +2 grand still get you four and a baby +I'm a kill 'em when I drop like I'm holding a baby +Weezy F, the F is for don't Forget the Baby +And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from satan +And if you're Manning up you better show me you're Peyton +But you pussies ain't ballin' no Sanaa Lathan +Bricks get shipped +Bricks get cut +Dr Carter +Nip and Tuck +Yeah but you could call me Wayne +Now watch me and my chain gang +[Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it +I whip it, I beat that block x4] + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Yes it's me bitches +Duece Bigalow on these He-bitches +(cough cough) Flu flow +Flyer then bird coupe like a two door +What do you know +I know the streets bitch +And this is my toilet +And you can eat shit +Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out +Cause I'm fly, like flyers they passin' out +We mashin out +We Young Mula +I got that 12 guage +Don't make me 1, 2 ya +345 train bitch soo woo +If you ain't on my train bitch choo choo +Like you got my dick in your mizouth +And I'm a do me bitch with you or without +Shit I'm always right sometimes +And from the top everybody look 1'9 +And I'm 2'much +The numbers don't lie +And if they stop making cadillacs +I swear I'm gon' die +And if the weed man ain't got no more onions I'm a cry +And if if was a fifth, then I'd rather drink wine +[Verse 4] +Shit... I'm a take my time +Now am I crazy or just lazy +Cause I'm tired of ballin darlin +And I roll with my riders like it's a harley bar +And we roll with them choppers like it's a harley party +P.S dressed in all red like it was a scarlet party +I was ballin in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets +I'm an X-Man bitch and I ain't talkin marvel comics +I'm a... +Put the dirty dishes in the sink +No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank +I spit like backwash, Sasquatch +No back talk, I act lost +But I bet that money find me +Your jewelry telling jokes man +You got them funny diamonds +I got them sunny diamonds +I got them money problems +Like Christopher Wallace +Fuck bitches +Get money +Young money5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kobe Bryant (2020 Version)[Verse 1] +Okay, Ko-Kobe doin' work, two-four on my shirt +He the greatest on the court, and I'm the greatest on the verse +Going for the fourth ring like it was the first +Gotta get the gleem, do it for Kareem +Two-four so nice, my flow so mean +Catch me at the game sitting next to Goldstein +Ko-Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings +Ko-Kobe in the game dunkin' on the whole team, yeah +Bla-Black Mamba, attack, conquer +The basketball beast, ra-rap monster +The crossover good, the turnaround jumper +Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers +You know where it's goin', it's goin' down, yo +This is the Lakeshow, but don't drown, though +I call him King Bryant, now let the crown show + +[Verse 2] +Watch me get 'em like Kobe, yeah +Sick with it, no COVID, yeah +Black clouds break open, yeah +Rain down black roses, yeah +I smell the rose, now I'm focused, yeah +The game is cold, but I'm frozen, yeah +The lanes are closed, but I'm bowling, yeah +All Mamba, no cobra, uh +All around, no borders, uh +All eyes take notice, uh +Recognize my importance, uh +Never die, I'm immortal, uh +Got the culture on my shoulders, uh +See the vultures flying over +Now we marchin' like we shoulders +'Til we walkin' like we strollin', yeah +Sixty points in my last game like that's game, yeah, yerr +Put five rings on my last name, Oscar could've been my first +On one leg, on my last leg, I want the last shot, that's work +No Achilles Heel, I told Phil, "It's the last dance, now twerk" +[Bridge] +Heart gold, beatin' out my chest, and it goes rat-tata-tata +This is Black entertainment, baby, this is Black power status, yeah +Two fingers for the Mambacita, I'm screamin' Black Mamba matters, yeah +Heart goes out to Vanessa and the whole Black Mamba family, BMF +Heart is gold, it's beatin' out my chest, and it goes rat-tata-tata, yeah +This is Black entertainment, baby, this is Black power status, yeah +Two fingers for the Mambacita, I'm screamin' Black Mamba matters, yeah +Heart goes out to Vanessa and the whole Black Mamba family, BMF + +[Outro] +BMF, on BET, yeah, we the best, yeah +We the best, on G-O-D, yeah, Weezy F +Weezy F, yeah, G.O.A.T. like Kobe B +Rest in power and hope for peace +Black lives matter, facts +That's a matter of fact +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drama : WeezyShoutout my nigga Drama, man, for still fuckin' with me with this crazy shit man. Cause obviously he could be like, man, I don't really fuck with you no more, man, I'm doin' this shit without a motherfucker. But he still fucks with your boy and I appreciate that man, I hope we can make the fuckin' computers crash again. Ya dig?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Took Her[Hook: Ludacris] +"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her" + +[Verse 1] +I like a red bone, pretty feet, slim waist, cute face +Girl if that's you then put your info in my two-way +Girl, you a star, me and you can make a movie +She said them diamonds in my chain look like Kool-Aid +And when I'm gone, she be missing me like schooldays +Alright, I like a bitch, that like a bitch +Fuckin' right I'm rich, and I ain't gettin hitched +I'm gettin paid in full, just call me Money Mitch +Ballin' like Tony Gwynn - I'm never lonely in that penthouse +And all the time her nigga think she at a friend house +Okay, I put the Phantom up and brought the Bent out +It's Weezy Baby, bitch I'm hot like all the vents out, haha + +[Hook: Ludacris] +"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her" +[Verse 2] +Tell 'em how it go +It go; Hollygrove, Seventeen, Carrollton, Eagle Street +Runnin' with my hood 'til my feet get sore +Run up on them boys and you ain't runnin' no more +I am from the jungle, the mighty jungle +And the guns go... Hah +While your boyfriend actin' like secret service +I'mma get you by yourself and get my secret service +I'm on that purple-urple, and all the earth is bouncin' +I've climbed the highest mountain +And baby girl that coupe is fountain blue +You see them green and yellow diamonds, call it Mountain Dew +I got the crib in the sky with the city view +And I'll take a skinny bitch if her titties new +Now what it do? + +[Hook: Ludacris] +"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her" +[Verse 3] +Get 'em +OK, Gucci shoes, Gucci buckle +Gucci belt, Gucci bucket +Sharper than a yellow number two +I does in what I do +And if you didn't know, now you knew +I am the Fireman, red truck, yellow suit +And I treat money like glue +You know I got to stick to the paper, you know I'm like a staple +That's why I got that Cash Money right above my navel +Young Money is the label, money, bitches and cable +We multiplying money sitting at the time table +So holler at a nigga when you see me on the grind +And bust that pussy open like we runnin' out of time +And don't say a word, just act like a mime +The girl may be yours but the pussy is mine + +[Hook: Ludacris] +"Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her +Sweet street pusher, give me that gusher +Nasty stuff, look up! I took her" +[Outro] +Young Money, wassup? +Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, hahaha +Weezy F. Baby2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Way of Life[Intro: Mannie Fresh] +Look right here, this how we gon do this +Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard +And we gon run this for you, ya heard? +Yeah, check it out + +[Female] +Cash Money... +Cash Money... +Cash Money... +Cash Money... + +[Lil Wayne] +Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins +Hit the mall wit my girlfriends, dish out ends +Cause you know it ain't trickin if you got it +Copped baby girl what she desired +It's chump change ma, marijuana scholar +Know'n what I got up in my styrofoam cup - that purple stuff +It was given to me at birth to stunt +So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups + +[Baby] +Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs +Cadillac Truck, 28's, no rubs +Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens +Car show in New York, y'all know who wins +It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada +Slant back Cup Truck, no rims - can't holla +It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets +It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me? +[Hook: TQ] +Baby, I'm a stunna +I ain't gon change it +Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life? +Mami, do you want it? +Cause I'm about to bring it +Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no + +[Baby] +Pop one, pop two with the new Nike shoes +Royal blue jag on 'em 22's +Slippers, white to breate, 500 Degreez +In that Cadillac Truck on 'em 23's +I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame +All these, naked women that pop champagne +And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James +If you know my name then you know my game + +[Lil Wayne] +It's lil whoadie from the hot block with serious flow +Gotta get dough, cha'll won't feel me broke +But, y'all don't hear me though +Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show +And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's +Word, rims poking out the side of the err +Glock, have ya ribs poking out the side of your shirt +I'm a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf +[Hook: TQ] +Baby, I'm a stunna +I ain't gon change it +Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life? +Mami, do you want it? +Cause I'm about to bring it +Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no + +[Lil Wayne] +Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so... +Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though +We smoke stinky stinky dro +And we don't cop them incy wincy o's +And we don't stop, nah, we blow +Fuck the pee-ple +Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo +Birdman, my Paw so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy + +[Baby] +See they think cause I stay English turn +That stunna don't ever OZ to burn +I go in each over and ball like a dog +Me and my niggs ball like a dog +Cars on my streets, all on the lawn +Ice in my teeth, all on my arm +Tats in my face, my back and my arm +[Lil Wayne] +Tats in my face, my back and my arm + +[Hook: TQ] +Baby, I'm a stunna +I ain't gon change it +Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life? +Mami, do you want it? +Cause I'm about to bring it +Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no + +[Outro: Mannie Fresh] +Yo, there it is, ya lil' low life +See, I'm a Bro-fessional - you a rookie +Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy +That's some serious shit +Oh yeah, believe that +Who we rollin wit? +We rollin wit Cash Money +Oh, I forgot about peace - Peace! +I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property +Just a mind game +Piece of mind, ya know +Piece of something, motherfucker!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In The Morning[Hook] +Oh my what a night I'm a wake up in the morning like oh, oh [x2] +She super fine she looking at me +With them light brown we in the back seat +Shawty body shaped like a figure eight +Yeah that pussy great +She bout to get ate + +[Verse 1] +It was a Friday +I was on the highway +Riding to that Kanye +That's when I saw a bad bitch ridin right behind me +And I slowed down so she can be beside me +Like beep beep Shawty you sweet shawty Best pullover in me shawty +Gas station that's on me +And you know that ain't cheap shawty +You deserve 93 shawty +You deserve me shawty +So tell that other nigga +He can leave like a tree falling +And when it comes to love Baby I'm free falling +Did I leave my eyes In yo pussy cause I see me all in, it +And I put her to bed +And know she sleep walking +And she never answer her phone +Not even if E.T. calling +Man you should see darlin +She like a sea dolphin +Splash splash shout out bird gang +She balling +And I just try to be her +Tol ya somethin +Cop' her 20 hand bags +Out of coach or something +First class flight +Get her out of coach o something +How bout vacation +Round my by bon voyage +And With no snowtra something +Yeah +And tell yo man he don't +Owe me nothing +Tell him open his eyes I gotta show him something +Uh +I started riding +Like a dirty dozen +Uh +Have a feeling like she Oprah cousin haha +But fuck money +I give her mostly loving +Then I'm gone before it's sunny +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +It's next Friday +I'm on the high way +Ridin to that Sade` +I se a bad bitch up in a Hyundai +I said "baby you supposed to be up in my place" +She started laughin +I got the joke late +Look I just want ta tie u down with this rope braid +Lil mama so cold +I call her Snowflake +I fuck her so good on that coldplay +Now what you kno bout it +What you know about it +It ain't what you know about it's how you go about it +An I go about it like I kno about it +Like I'm sho about it +Like I'm so about it +Baby I can take you +Farther than your fantasy +Maybe one day I can be the father of your family +I can handle all the extremities +She remember me ohww +[Hook] + +Oh! [guitar solo starts] +Ohhh +Oh oh +Oh oh +Oh oh oh oh + +Aye!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +PMW (Pussy, Money, Weed)Oh yes I love her like... +Oh yes I love her like... egyptian +Want a description? her body's sickenin +I can be her prescription, I can be her physician +Sexual healing, I can be her religion +And now shes kneeling, praying to the ceiling +I bless her as if she sneezed +Must be the weather, I dress her, I am her sleeves +I am her feathers, shes fly +Flyer than you, flyer than me +I love her, she loves me too +I love her three... times more than her mom +Time will tell that I'm the nigga +That she should, we should +Be wherever she wanna be +Be on her late night, mid day, AM +Just say when and I know I be with cavemen +But never... mind them +Shes poison and I am Michael Bivins +See I know y'all don't hear me +But she does, we does +What grown folk do when they had too much to drink +And I think, we had to much too drink and... +(Oh yes I love her like...) +Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed +Oh yes I love her like I ought too +I see you at the alter mrs. carter +I see you with my daughter +Or son, more than one +Maybe five like the jacksons +Or john pacson +Just don't let them f*ck up the mansion +And daddy will be home later on +Smelling like the cologne +That I put on this morn +And I hope that you smell like woman soap +And shampoo and lotion +And perfume and candles +And I'm a run thru that pussy like a vandal +Yes I'm nasty as a Scorpio +But I'm a lucky Libra +Got her wet like shes sweating out a fever +Leave her to me and she'll be smiling +Every single time you see her +From ear to ear +I wanna be beside her when she sleep and she lay +Or we can stay awake and watch the next day +Clothes are overrated, panties are debated +Einstein... her head is the greatest +(Oh yes I love her like...) +Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed +Oh yes I love her like her dad told her +No man would ever love her +Oh and I better be the only man +Sticking it, licking it like an envelope +Mailing it, sealing it, read it +I have written down victoria's secret +Don't tell nobody, don't share your body +With nobody, not even a finger +I will cut it off and let him keep +That as for weezy, baby +And at my station we have sex orientation +When I hit it she squint like them orient asians +I do me, I say hey miss chung lee +I like to see your booty +Roll like sushi, I'm tryin to dip my celery +Up in her blue cheese +Ah's, oo wee's, wa la's, ta da's +Mhm's, ah ha's, oh yes, never oh no's +Until I have to go, and then it's never oh no +I tell her don't cry, I be back like the electric bill +And when she butt naked she dress to kill! +(Oh yes I love her like...) +Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed, Pussy, Money, Weed +Oh, oh yes I love her like...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +YM Banger[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +Ok I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket +Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects +Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals +Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow +Sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards +Gudda spit crack and you niggas is crack addicts +It's simple mathematics; you cut the check +And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in +Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin' +Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston +Potatohead niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin +Think you fuckin' with me? Put your cash in +Nah, I doubt it; +I was young and reckless when P say he was about it +You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards +Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers +This rap shit is ours, Gudda, bitch~! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace +Black clothes, black tennis', black semi' +I've never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me +Try Maybach or Maybach, bitch I got stacks +Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback +I still don't play that, I kill on ASAP +And we don't do shit but get money all day +Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin' your way +YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day +Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay +Which one of y'all say you want drama? I'm honored +I blitz yo' ass like a mothafuckin' lineman +Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas +Still wear red like an old 49er +Fuck shittin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya +Weezy F baby, bitch I'm hotter than Uganda +Uggh! +[Verse 3: Jae Millz] +Let-let go +Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history +So doin that my extra-curicular activity +Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry +Two things in the world I love - good head and victory +You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown, stop kiddin me +Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T +This is Misery, no Kathy Bates +Come at me sideways my money'll slap you straight +Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I'll smash your ace +Leave the club with ya girl send her home with a ashy face +Love is a gamble, but it's my casino +And tonight you're the loser, I hope she got Aveno +I hope the game got life insurance cause I'mma kill it +And all you whack ass rap niggas dyin with it +I'm so Harlem, eatin but still starvin' +Po-pockets fat as fuck like all they do is eat margarine +Millz! + +[Verse 4: Tyga] +Say, put the flow +Say, put the flow in the pot, crank up the notch +Burn the song from a stove top, this finger lickin hot +His pick flip cause the nigga flopped +My shit hit like the pitch was soft, niggas cottonballed +She dropped drawers cause she poppin off +Her pussy crossed guard but, I don't stop at all +I smash in the car, like fuck the fuckin law +Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don? +That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm +Shittin on 'em like hay in the barn +Hey wait they say Money talks and, man you don't speak at all +You shop at mini-malls +My style two thumbs up like using analogs +Ha ha~! I wreck shit for the recognition bitch +Jesus as my witness, Saan vision +Eyeball you niggas, flame flicker +I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Peanut Butter[Intro] +New loot, yeah +New loot, yeah, new loot, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +New loot, uh, paid off +'Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money +I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you +I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin' +I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me +Now I'm wifed up, these hoes ain't hearin' from me +Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin' +I'ma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter + +[Verse] +Love you Rabbit, hе ain't make it home +For the Patеk, we'll take your arm +Drug habit, need to take it easy +'Cause if she lose daddy, she gon' take it hard +Rated R, AR-15, work it like a street team with an A&R +Empty the magazine, all the pages fall +By the time I leave, you done read them all +P-E-R-C, yeah +Percocet got a nigga percolatin', pussy ass, nigga +Perpetrating and impersonating +Bury those cockroaches I'm the exterminator +Make a nigga eat his own words and regurgitate 'em +Make a nigga see his own blood, start urinating +Blood gang, blood, like blood, we be circulatin' +Pow, in the morning, leave ‘em lookin’ like turkey bacon +I'ma keep the chopper shined up, like a turkey, glazed it +Codeine got us lookin' like turtles racing +Purple drank, weed, and heart; I’m a purple racist +I'm with the perfect bitch lookin' for her replacement +With a curvy bitch cummin’ ‘round her curves, I'm racin' +The Cartier watch, it deserve the bracelet +From the School of Hard Knocks, I’m a murder major +My bitch tongue twisted, sperm tornado +Tell you that they lyin' +That they sayin' that they see me +Niggas just blind to the fact, no 3D +Damn, but the diamonds I'm wearing look HD +Panoramic Plasma, big screen +Man on fire, 500 degrees +Lambo' fire, beep-beep +Way too hot, don't bother to reach me +Rest in peace, Mamba and Gigi, facts +Trippy ass nigga, Always trippin' but I never fall +Them bitch ass lil' niggas say they got your back +Your back against the wall +I'm a rich ass lil' nigga, I get bag +After bag, after bag, yeah, I ball +Shots hit the back of his skull +She put his head in her hands, it dissolve +I might just bring her lil' ass in the stall +Break her lil’ ass like the laws +Then take her lil’ ass to my dawgs +Then they treat her ass like a dog +Then they feed her ass to the dogs +That Draco attached to me arm, and that ho long as a baton +Canseco, my bat in my arms +I spray, leave your ass on the lawn, then take all your cash and your coins +That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to DC, DG +From Christian Dior back to BEBE +She be mad at slime 'cause I really got hoes +Bad bitches postin’ all these pictures of me +Lotta hoes on the side, right up under her nose +She say, just don’t put these hoes above me +Vroom-vroom, skrrt, take off, new juice, yeah +Straight sauce, pyoom-pyoom, damn, Egg-nog +Head, arm, leg, leg, arm +[Chorus] +New loot, yeah, paid off +'Cause I know these niggas ain't gettin' real money +I know them niggas ain't gon' die for you +I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin' +I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me +Wifed up now, these hoes ain't hearin' from me +Eyes wide shut, these hoes ain't see it comin' +I'ma go nuts on these hoes, drip peanut butter, yeah +No Ceilings + +[Outro] +Yeah, yeah-yeah +That bitch went from Louis Vuitton to BC-BG +From Christian Dior back to BEBE, bitch + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +This shit right here crazy +Nah, this shit crazy +No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Act a Ass[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Act a ass wit it, back ya ass with it +Act a ass wit it, back ya ass with it +Act a ass wit it, back ya ass with it + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +You know them hoes love Weezy, say he cute, small, long hair, big dick +Weezy bring to y'all, don't y'all lip quit +Put your lips on this dick, let me get on some livin' +Spit all over ya chin, Weezy be on some pimp shit +I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em, later on if she ride +G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be fuckin' the squad +I ain't got no loves for broads, I ducks and dodge +I grab 'em on their butts and all +She fucks my dog, slut sucks nuts and all, and nothin' small +This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall +Call my hoes defensive linemen, cause they rush the balls +Let Weezy bust they jaws (blurrrpp) +Never have no picks and chooses, I hits and lose 'em +And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy +Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl to thug with me +I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck wit me + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, B.G & Both] +Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow +Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall ho +Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it +Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it +A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall +Get naked, show me some +Tear that dick down bitch, start buggin and +And bungee jumpin' +Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it +Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it +[Verse 2: B.G] +That's right, act a fool bitch, do what you do, ho +After I finish, don't get up, gotta let Weezy go +You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro +So when I'm speakin' I'm creepin' and come get some mo' +You better recognize, you better realize +This is the nigga Geezy, I ain't nothin' nice +Love when you reach out, grab, stuff it straight your mouth +Start suckin 'til that middle come out +Ride me (ride me), put that dick inside you (inside you) +After that wiggle your ass gimmie that loose-loose +I'm a donkey, better yet a veteran +At the same time I can fuck you and your best friend +The Number 1 Stunna, Baby he raised me +Pumped in my head - never let a bitch play me +Always get the clique, make you fuck 'em all +Wrap a chain 'round ya neck and walk it like a dog + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, B.G & Both] +Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow +Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall ho +Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it +Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it +A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall +Get naked, show me some +Tear that dick down bitch, start buggin and +And bungee jumpin' +Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it +Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +See me, Lil Wayne I put that dick down, biznites can't even walk, can't even sit down +Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now +That Rum got me feelin' real good +The dick hard like real wood +I put it in slow and work it real good +This Lil nigga have a lot a sex, so do me slow, get out the Prada dress +I Come when you wanted to like private jets +I'm on blast ma', why you take it slower than its fast time +Flip ya back over, make that ass right +Weezy make ya suck it then taste, that's how the pimp play +Make her friend eat me and this bitch up like shrimp plates +Bouncing in the club rollin' on X, eyes pitch black +I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that +Fuck it let's go, we pop a bottle of the Moe' +Drop the top part of the 'Dro +Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bad wit it +Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit +Make them act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, B.G & Both] +Titty bop, drop it like it's hot, make it fall slow +Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall ho +Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it +Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit it +A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall +Get naked, show me some +Tear that dick down bitch, start buggin and +And bungee jumpin' +Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it +Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m a Ridah[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Holla at ya boy its Weezy Baby +They label me a problem and I probably am so I dont knock em +I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers +With an ol' school bitch, she got on door knockers +And she knock on your door for that raw partner +Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster +Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase-rati +Like how he? Why he? Cause I be +Moving through the city like an I.V +Tryna be monogamous but I got bitches on my dick +Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit +So I only promise this: to my little girl I will give you the world +And to my unborn I'm tryna reason with ya moms so +If I'm not with her when you get here, its already clear +Yeah, and for their sake I'm a ball every year +I'm a pause every tear +And tattoo it on my face +Niggas know, that I got that black music on my waist +Make me put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-b-bass +Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket +Mama can't remember shit but last saturday, what a tragedy +Flowers for the family +Powder in my nap sack +Running through the projects, tryna get a stack back +I got my SK bout to get my MAC back to pap pap at niggas who yap yap +Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know +'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes +Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude +See these is the clues, part of my shoes +I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew +Don't move cause you right in the route of the gun mouth +When it talk, you know what come out- barreltone +Nigga y-y-young Wayne from out Carrollton +Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow +Though my path is narrow, my angels are shadows +I saddled up, and get the fucking battle +Automatics up, like nigga fuck whoever +You touch and reach, you get fucking bleached +Above the law niggas put you underneath +You call the law nigga? You fucking leech! +You Saved by the Bell, you fucking Screech +My bucket screech through the streets like a R&B singer +You ain't pimping until you fuck a R&B singer +I walked in this building with all these bangers +And all these niggas look like targets to me +What's a drought to you may be a bargain to me +Cause I just may be sitting on a carton of Ki's +I got important people thats trying to market me +So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white, Sike! +I know I'm not walking without a fight +So I'm swinging with all my might +We can go all night +I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night +Do a verse today and do a show tonight! +Fuck a ho today, and fuck a ho tonight! +Im' a live my life like there's no tonight +I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry +Cause your prayers maybe working, mama they gon' try +Yeah,and we rock to the same lullaby +Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5 +I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine +I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time +So I can be a paid nigga, and make that tomb stone say "I'm a made nigga" +I'm a MADE nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Never Get It[Lil Wayne] +Hat to the front +Lookin' like I'm lightin' up a bat for a blunt +I'm stickin' to the script, tryna kick it like a punt +My life is like a movie and I do my own stunts +I'm the Birdman Jr., call me young Baby +Coulda been a killer but Cash Money saved me +Remember I was little but the cash money made me +Big dog bitch, no tramp, no lady +Young ass nigga had a thing for old ladies +But as I got older I began to like 'em younger +To heavens where I brung her, My wing she was under +She said "Daddy they, daddy they, daddy they, daddy they +Daddy they can't do it like you can" +I get chips like Vegas and I am not blue man +Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a blue hand +And if I sing Prostitute she gon' need some new pants +And if I sing Pussy Monster she gon' need a new man +Hello world, I would you all to meet me, her new man +I vow to stay on top of my Somers like Suzanne +And I hustle everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday +Everyday I'm hustlin', fillin' up my cup again +Wit that purple stuff again, I can't get enough of it +Point me in the direction of a swisher and I'm stuffin' it +With that purple stuff again, I'm on some same color shit +After you do Wayne, it's time to do Wayne's brothers bitch +I get money like a fuckin' Wayans brother bitch +I get good with Gorillas and stay away from the rattlesnakes +And the jakes, and the fake, and the hate +Interstate 10, no cops in sight +And I'm coming back with a whole flock tonight +Lord, don't let me get stopped tonight +Or I'mma have to shoot it out with the cops tonight +I swear, and tell the jack boys not tonight +Cause I ain't 'N Sync, but I will Pop tonight +Yeah, that's right, if you ain't got that price +Then go thataway, not a way we can even negotiate +Big money heavyweight, on my way to Heaven's Gate +So if that be them open gates, flow so appropriate +Don't associate me with the bullshit +One wish, I wish a motherfucker would trip +Like a engine, I come from under the hood bitch +But now a nigga gettin' paper like a booklet +They ain't help me with it, but I took it +And now they never get it, never get it, never get it, never get it +Never get it back, yeah that's my word +"Bling-Bling" in the dictionary, yeah that's my word +And for me Ja Rule made it just like Irv +Sometimes I still go through the hood just to kiss my curb +Cause I love that block nigga, Eagle and Apple +Old G's, young G's, leaders and barrels +But God found me like a needle in a barrel +And I'm so ready for war cause I'm a Jesus for the battle +Money on my mind, that's all I think of +Married to the game, never takin my ring off +M.O.B., yeah that's my theme song +Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells like ding-dong +Haha, yeah I got my wings on +Flyer than the rest, I don't rest I keep goin +I just I-G-nore 'em +Like anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway +Anyway it goes, I'mma get gold +And I could see the top, the way I'm climbin this pole +A nigga with the flu ain't rhyming this cold +And nigga I'm hotter than a "fire in the hole" +Steppin' out my shower like a lion in a robe +Eyin' these hoes, iron in my hol-ster +Surp, purp, sure +Let's elevate and get away, accelerate and never hate +Dedicate this, to the blue eyes and blonde hair +I'm on top of my green like a lawn chair +Don't worry, I'm straight like arm hair +Don't worry, I'm straight like combed hair +This world fucked my Pops and I was born here +From the cell to a jet, call it Con-Air +I told my niggas that we would see +Better days yesterday, and today is a better day +CelebrateEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nigga Wit Money[Hook] +Work on the kitchen table +Where the bags at +Work on the kitchen table +Where the bags at +Work on the kitchen table +Where the bags at +Work, work +I'm a nigga with money +I'm a nigga with money +I'm a nigga with money +And I don't love that bitch +I tell her; bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich +I'm a nigga with money +And I don't love that bitch + +[Verse 1] +Yeah +Backpack +Full of stacks +All the bitches love me +Don't compare me +To these rappers +I'm on a different budget +I ain't even gotta practice +Never getting rusty +No I ain't lookin down +But I see no one above me +The paper bag brown, wit dirty green money +The bank account good, full of clean money +Fuck chain money +I blow ring money +I got that motherfuckin never-see-the-bank money +Magazine money +Do a spread on me +And you can turn your back, but never turn the Feds on me +Read the note attached: We got ya lil homey +We need bread homey, or that's ya dead homey +I'm like a Corleone, meet the fucking mob +I can get you whacked, or give your ass a job +Weezy F B +I holla CMB +Coca Cola classic, caffeine free +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch +Stop playing with me, stop playing with me bitch +I'm a cash money stunner on my 14th summer +Dick a bitch down and take everything from her +Now run to the kitchen, I ain't hungry, I ate +Bitch put 36 O's on my plate +See my pa was cooking slabs while my mom was cooking dinner +See my momma is a chef and my daddy was a dealer +Grandaddy was a dealer and my auntie is a killer +I hope she know I love her, pray the pigs never get her +My brother still a baby, and my uncle kinda raised me +Y'all pray for his wife, cause that cancer shit is crazy +And my daughter's so smart that it scares me +Her mother is an angel, she's always there for me +And me, I'm just wild; I think I need therapy +Because I'm going after that money, no matter where it be + +[Hook]/[Intro to "Myspace"]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Start This Shit Off Right (Demo)*[Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] +We gon' start this shit off right +We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight +We gon' start this shit off right +We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight +We gon' start this shit off right +We got some bad ass bitches in the house tonight +We gon' start this shit off right +We got some bad ass bitches in my house tonight + +[Post-Chorus: Mannie Fresh & Lil Wayne] +We got some bad ass bitches, bad ass bitches +Them bitches outside is some sad ass bitches +I know (Leggo, leggo, leggo) +And I know, I know +We got some bad ass bitches, bad ass bitches +Them bitches outside is some sad ass bitches +I know (Leggo, leggo, leggo) +And I know, I know (I know, I know, I know) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, Mannie Fresh & Christina Milian] +Yeah, just a watch and a mink coat (Yeah) +Even my biatch got a mink coat +Yeah, her pink purse match her pink toes +Let them hoes knock, we don't check the peephole +Yeah, just a watch and a mink coat +Say she love me long time like Chinese, ho +Yeah, her pink purse match flamingo +And when the water get too hot, I got a steamboat +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Told my doctor, "Don't prescribe no placebo" +I'm cooking raw, crack house like a Bistro +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Everybody throw a five, Carter Cinco +Thank you, Tune, it's been too dry and not a drink, oh +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Save us from all the monotony, our hero +When I die, please bury me in street clothes +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Slap the piss out a nigga like a P.O +Bad bitches in this bitch, but I ain't seen yours +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) +Bad bitches in this bitch, but I ain't seen you +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) +Pretty girl I want my third leg between yours +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) +Yeah, bad ass dog by the screen door +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) +And I'm walking 'round the house wearing nothing but a watch and a mink coat +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Yeah, now who gon' tell me something? +Nigga what, nigga huh? She don't tell me, "No" +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Woo, and she let me do whatever +But I just let her know, bitch, you better know +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Yeah, everybody throw a five +Throw a five, Carter Cinco +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) This my last hoorah, so let me hear, "Hooray" +But before I'm finito +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Christina Milian] +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) We gon' start this shit off right +We got bad ass bitches in the house tonight +(Luh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-huh) Start this shit off right +Got bad ass bitches in my house tonight3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drive Bys[Verse 1: Yaj] +Yeah, I'm off a bar, they want me out of here (Boom) +My heater gon' air out the opposite (Boom) +On the block with my ice, still rockin' it (Yes) +While she silenced, the girl put a sock in it (Woah) +I got hitters and killers, they arsonists +I got drugs, I'm a street pharmacist +He a rat, the Glock must be arsenic +Whip the pot, I put my whole arm in it, damn +I keep the fuego, they know the style (Yeah) +Corrupt, so they want me to break down (Boom) +If the mafia house a stakeout +Why don't you take out his family and head count +Why would I fuck with these niggas who don't keep it G? +Why I need friеnds? All my partners deceasеd +Been a hot boy, this the demon in me +Back to the block, I got used to the streets + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Pull up, pull out, cut loose, run through +One clip, unclip, new clip, action, part two +Fuck you, who you? You new, you too new to me +I don't do you, do you, D-E-U-C-E +Doom, doom, do shrooms, smoke ooh-la-la, oui, oui, oui +High AF, got a PHD in THC +Don't stunt, don't stunt 'less you got one, not one +I pop one, not one +Look up and thank God 'cause I'm one +Amen, and I've been a man since I can pray, man +And say amen, okay, can I get an amen? +I shake land, never shake hands +No fingerprints, that's stinky stench +Got me thinkin', bitch +What it mean when my trigger finger itch? +Put a ring on it (Woah) +Chopper ring, like freedom, yeah +Put you in the sky, you will never land +Like Peter Pan, you gon' see the man +You gon' need 'em, yeah, huh +I got demons, yeah, blonde, blonde dreads +Black thoughts under this beanie, man +No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man +And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man? +[Chorus: PoppyH] +I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by) +Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah) +I'm thinkin' big racks (Big racks) +Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max +I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Woah) +Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Woah) +In the trap, I should've never left (Woah) +Watch yourself before we make you next +I'm thinkin' drive by + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I'm thinkin' drive by, yeah +I'm thinkin' fireflies, yeah +I'm thinkin' dragons, young nigga head on fire +Hot head, yeah, gassin', matches, ashes +I'm thinkin' out of the box +Passenger side, I'm hangin' out with a chop +I'ma pull up, like what up? +Baow, baow, baow, what up now, nigga? Baow, baow, huh +I wish a pussy motherfucker would +I let this cookie cutter cut 'em good +I make his cookie crumble 'till I'm full +I chop a nigga family tree to wood, ow +I'm thinkin' Sammy the Bull now +I'm thinkin' family reunions, I'm thinkin' picnics, I'm thinkin' cookouts +Thinkin' full clips for a full house +Piped up on a full tank +Air the whole neighborhood out +My dawgs turn into a wolf gang +Better take off or get took out +AR with a clip on +Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm +Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (Yeah, yeah), yeah +Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay down, yeah +Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah +AK's, MK's, SK's, okay +Pin drop, locate your place, drive by +[Chorus: PoppyH & Lil Wayne] +I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (Drive by) +Walk down, curb side, head shot (Yeah, yeah) +I'm thinkin' big racks (Yeah, yeah) +Saw it off, chest shot, Mad Max (Yeah, yeah) +I'm gon' big dope, I don't need to stress (Yeah, yeah) +Run it up, I'm 'bout to make it stretch (Yeah, yeah) +In the trap, I should've never left (Yeah, yeah) +Watch yourself before we make you next (Yeah) +I'm thinkin' drive by + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Walk down, curb side, head shot +Pull ups, pull up, pull out +Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max +I'm thinkin' drive by +Walk down, curb side, head shot +Pull ups, pull up, pull out +Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max +I'm thinkin' drive by + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Ayy yo', this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son +The future, young king +Bless up, let's get it +Young Money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Down & Out (Remix)[Verse 1] +Mommas oldest, dads brightest +But youngin still thugging +What was it that bad guidance +Love him he's God gift +Though they hate I love it +It make me drive faster +They won't catch the F50 Ferrari +I got on Ferrari glasses +Mashing through New Orleans like it's Cali +I'm just trying to keep up with the fashions +Got my music blasting +Televisions flashing +I'm watching The Passion +Me I get my hot box game up when I flame up +Shame lil niggas at the red light change up +See everyone was around when I was down +Now it's lonely at the top since I came up +Look up, they trying to look me up and hook up look +I ain't got a nose for your boogers I'm sugar +That mean I'm good, if you is I'm gooder +Should of would of could of but you didn't cocksucker +This is that old south I'm talking with that old slang +Pushing that new thing, shitting on my old hoes +Pissing off my old homies +The game is fair but it's cold get your winter garments +Still can't warm it +See I'm a break from the norm +My LA girls they say I’m so bomb, they eat tofu +The 40/40 on a special day +Them cheap niggas I'll still slide 500 to Desiree +I talk shit and I don't never hate +Cause I would forklift whoever face +See I ain't rich yet +Oh but I'm ballin now and that get your bitch wet +We just trying to see how many dicks she can bench press +See I'm a business +Dogs I’m a bitchness +I ain't a rest haven I let the rest save them +Mack Maine hit me with the trap game +Now I'm having second thoughts about the fucking rap game +Hold up +[Verse 2] +Tez +Please get on my schedule let them know that I'm open +Pick a day when I'm free and put “beef” +C'mon, let them know I'm hoping they tripping +We could get it in motion you get to know physics +Leaving them in the ocean with pistols dripping +With all these bannana clips and we ain't slipping +Foggy behind the tints, good grief +So you blow o's of the leaf I blow a wreathe +Sheesh, Great Scott, is he a theif? +It seems like he got a mouth full of gold teeth +Chyea, shout out to Cee Lo Green +Young money we know green +Spitta say you no crazy +We got shit that you don't need +That's my nigga he fly, so now he keep me fly +And all the talk in the streets bout us is we be fly +My bitch be asking why I don't go suit and tie +Because they put that on you when you die1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LuvShout out to all my niggas +You already know +T.I, you heard me +T streets, you heard me +My nigga few +My nigga my little brudda Marley G, shout out capo +Shout out hot, you heard me +You already know we got shout out Mack we got shout out poe +You already know, shout out young Dare +Young Jean, we in the building +Yeah baby, young Carlie, yeah baby +… +Shout out A, shout out Jim and kick your f*cking ass +Russian Intelligence .. +Man, shout out my nigga R Jay! +Shout out RJ. We got 7 maybachs outside +Oh bang are we live? +Oh Mike banger are we live? +Ayo, nigga +Shout out Detail +Hey baby! + +Remember? +And yeah man, shout out my family +And all that and you already know I keep the personal in private +You know, like I said D5, what up 5? +And every time I say what up 5 on this mixtape +Let me know what I mean by that +I’m hollerin at my pops, you already know the number one five star, number one stunner +What up 5? I like you nigga +What up Jane? Shout out Jane! +Shout out Los, shout out Cop, shout out Lil B +Shout out K, hear me hey real +All my kids, everybody else +You already know +Luv +What up 5? +You mean shout out Devona +You already do that? Or T, do you already shout out Devona? +Terror, terror boys .. +Do you really shout out Devona?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So GoneShut Up! + +[Hook: Johnny Julianno] +Who am I, I'm doing mine +Gave me the chance; I won't letcha go +I wanna be more than just sexual +But every time I'm so gone +Gone -on -on , soo gone +Cause you gone, it's forever now + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Young Mula Baby +I'm a blood, I'm a pro, I'm a G +In a different world, outerspace with a freak +But that don't mean Neptune on the beat +Cause its Nu Jerzey Devil from Black Wall Street +Weezy F baby from Young Money baby +Like the Easter bunny, baby wanted my candy +So I gave her my lollipop then she made her body pop +Then that made me kinda hot +I'm lying that made me sauna hot +But please stop sweatin on me, women scream "get in me" +And what do I do I get in 'em , I put on my boots and I step in 'em +Right left in em Mr. Excedrin +Head all the time, it may sound crazy but I got head on my mind +Lay it on the line or just lay on young Carter! +And yeah I hear you screaming but my name ain't harder! +Girl I'm nasty I do my thing and have you calling for me like Lassie +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Nu Jersey Devil] +I'mma flirt man I really don't care +I tell the women whatever they wann hear +Mommy I'm balling I'm so sincere +Is that your home girl sitting right there +She can be my monday +You can be my tuesday +After shorty done I can squeeze ya'll in today +Three is not a crowd I don't care what you say +My women come in twos like shoes with a cute face! +My girl gotta girlfriend, her girl gotta girlfriend +Bring her to the crib I'm a show you how I work it +Little man in the boat here come the serpeants +Slide your body down the pole and let me see you twerk it +I'm with my thursday junk she a real freak +A hundred grand fitting right up in her butt cheek +Mrs friday go easy cause she just learnin +But saturday be having mr devil's toes curlin + +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drag ’Em[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Young Money, Gudda Gudda +Let's get it! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +You know that yopper yop, it really yop +And when your body drop, I skip and hop (Hop) +Red laser beam (Yeah), put your face on beam (Yeah) +All this syrup, all these trees, call me maple leaf +Hollygrove, nigga, solid gold, nigga +Ice, ice, baby chilling, hockey froze, nigga +Play your role, nigga, play your role, bitches +I'm in the ceiling looking like a pot of gold, bitches +You know that yopper yop (Yeah), it really yop (Yeah) +I got he street sweeper (Yeah), and need a mop (Need a mug) +I'm not a peacekeeper (No), I'm really not (Yeah, yеah) +I told a heat seeker, it's getting hot (Yеah) + +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +New baguettes is on my neck, it's from the goat what you expect, woah +I ain't fly cripping but I'm fly, diamonds jet blue +Look at how we crept through, dollars like Creflo +I can let the TEC go, turn him to a vegetable +Mula game, next to blow up, here to ball, we said before +We about to set it, I install the blaze and set the fire +Pressure, that's what we applying +Add some more, make some diamonds +There's a time for everything and you can't time perfect timing +Coke from Medellin, you won’t find nothing purer +Now just steps on the brick, all white like the Fuhrer +Middle fingers up to the judge and the jury +If I ever gotta face 'em, do my time, don't make a statement +It's omerta up to the grave +My bro make sure all my kids gravy (That's right) +Young Money the army, better yet the navy +We gon' drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyards +With the note around his neck reading "Bitch, you should've paid me" +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard +Leave a note around his neck that say "I told you not to flex", ooh +Emerald baguettes, they just explode on my Pateks, ooh +Stripper made a mess, I just exploded on her chest, ooh +Drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard +Leave a note around his neck, I take his throat up out his neck, ooh +Get it off your chest, ooh, I will never front, no +Chilling on a jet, ooh, I never connect, no +Drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard +Leave a note around his neck that say his ho and mama next +Leave a note around his neck that say "I told you not to flex" +Leave a note around his neck then take that gold from 'round his neck + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyard +Leave a note around his neck, say the goat around this bitch +Leave a note around his neck, I take his throat up out his neck, ooh +You be talking out your neck, then bitch we going at your neck, yeah + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +One time for all the fans out there, for all the fans worldwide! +You know the love is felt! +Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3, Young Money!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kam[Refrain: Kam Carter] +Young, young-young (My daddy from New Orleans) +Young, young-young (My mama from L.A.) +Young, young-young (Shoutout to my sister Reginae) + +[Chorus: Kam Carter] +Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter +Young Kam Carter, my flow is water +Young Kam Carter, my flow is harder +Young Kam Carter, my flow is water +Young Kam Carter, my flow is water +Young Kam Carter, Tunechi my father +Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter +Young Kam Carter, my flow is water + +[Bridge: Kam Carter] +Young Kam Carter and I got a lot to say +My daddy from New Orleans and my mama from L.A. +I drive to the paint like I'm Dr. J +Got a triple-double just the other day +They ask me if I'm Kobe 'cause I hit the fadeaway +Just scored a three-pointer like I'm B-J +Shoutout to my sister Reginae +Goin' so crazy like I'm FaZe Sway + +[Chorus: Kam Carter] +Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter +Young Kam Carter, my flow is water +Young Kam Carter, my flow is harder +Young Kam Carter, my flow is water +Young Kam Carter, my flow is water +Young Kam Carter, Tunechi my father +Young Kam Carter, my flow is hotter +Young Kam Carter, my flow is water +[Refrain: Kam Carter] +Young, young-young (My daddy from New Orleans) +Young, young-young (My mama from L.A.) +Young, young-young (Shoutout to my sister Reginae) + +[Bridge: Kam Carter] +Young Kam Carter and I got a lot to say +My daddy from New Orleans and my mama from L.A. +I drive to the paint like I'm Dr. J +Got a triple-double just the other day +They ask me if I'm Kobe 'cause I hit the fadeaway +Just scored a three-pointer like I'm B-J +Shoutout to my sister Reginae +Goin' so crazy like I'm FaZe Sway + +[Refrain: Kam Carter] +Young, young-young (My daddy from New Orleans) +Young, young-young (My mama from L.A.) +Young, young-young (Shoutout to my sister Reginae) + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Featuring Jay Jones, No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Side Bitch[Intro] +Havin' too much fun +Like, too much fun together to just +Ya know? +Everybody gotta have a little fun on the side +Everybody gotta have a little fun on the side + +[Hook] +I can't wait until she my bitch +Cause right now I'm just her side bitch +She got a nigga she can ride with +But got the nerve to put me in although that's my dick +Damn... +Lord I'm so tired of being her side bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gangsta Shit[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Uh-oh, uh-oh +You know how we do it +Weezy and Petey, baby +Ya'know +This here is 500 Degreez +Holla at 'em dogg + +[Verse 1: Petey Pablo] +Cuz I know I ain't dreaming +I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy +Switching it up +Fuck it put them things on the truck +What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up +Hating me kinky licks talking so much +Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking +You want to +You ain't built to squabble with us +I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus +I drink your water up +Cool off I'm leaving with something +They leaving you something crop stolen +An asshole heard it +Hip on purpose +Dre I did what you told me +I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working +Keep me a burner +Poison that I grab in the morning +Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth +A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated +I keep waiting +I hear your name in the papers +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo] +They call me Young Ass Weezy +I'm gon' round up the whole uptown +We gon burn this bitch down to the ground +People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers +Crazy-ass Petey +I'mma tell a nigga just like this +If you want it boy you sure can get it +You ain't heard +It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +They call me Gangsta Gangsta +Weezy, Weezy +Lil Birdman junior +Holla at ya nigga +I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga +I'mma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga +Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggas +You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga +And I'm so high +No I'm too high +But a little work on a few blocks +And I put a few skirts on a few blocks +If you dirt you feel the burst from a few blocks +Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie +I hold Cash Money myself it's me money +Old cats wants to test come see shortie +I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it +I'm riding in a 'Rarri, but the top is in my pocket +That's Young Weezy Baby +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +You see it's Young Wayne +Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain +He is crazy deranged +Put them blades on his thing +Just like 80 to summer +So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something +So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something +Like, Weezy's the man +If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan +Cuz he's 500 Degreez +I need a fan, whew +Cool me off wipe me down +Daddy is back in town +With the back of my Caddy slanted down +And the MAC goes black if you ask around +Put some hash in that grass that you pass around +Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds +I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down +You can ask around +And they tell you like me +There ain't nobody like me +It's Weezy Baby +[Hook] + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Ayo see this right here is Young Weezy, nigga +Don't get it tangled and twisted +I'm in the studio right now nigga +With my boy +My nigga Boo in this bitch +My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean +500 Degreez +They all riding with ya boy +Fi-Fi +They gotta feel me +Birdman Junior, number one stunna my partner +You know the name, bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ain’t Got Time (The W. Carter Collection)[Verse 1] +Rolling stocky, kinda brocky on the streets where niggas watch me +If you plotting I'mma prol'ly get to pop at your noggin +I'm a Hollygrove problem, like "Follow me yeah +Come and be my death volunteer," +That's why I'm here, I come to get that scratch +I done been to jail twice and tell them crackers I ain't never going back, huh? +Rode through the city with the metal on my back, huh? +Gave me a shot and I sent several of 'em back, huh? +Gave me some money, they won't ever get it back now +One million, two million, three million: I'm stacked now +No more crack now, it's in the back for now +Just in case she crack down +I never back down, shit bitch, I might react now +But, 4 million, 5 million, 6 million: I'm that now +Where you at clown? I'm high in the sky +You at ground, so set down you bitch you + +[Hook] +Money on my mind, pistol on my side +I make a nigga hide that pride +I ain't got time for you bitches, I'm trying get these riches +Real niggas know that vision +I ain't time for you haters, I'm trying get this paper +Real ladies know that labor +I ain't got time for you snitches, I'm trying get them riches +Real niggas know that vision +[Verse 2] +You motherfuckers know what I'm out here doing +And you ain't gotta buy it, if you not into it +Dope block influenced, blue pale light, scream +I'm on that same ass block letting the bell ring +Looking for the boy, the one in the back +I could get your stomach out of your back +I could make you shit better, this better, than what them selling +They need drugs no penicillin and I'm the medicine man +Yes I am him, yup-yup +Hip-hip, hoo-ray, 20 hard came today +And two large was the pay, and the Coast Guard said it was okay +Bring them barge to the bay +And my bitch looks like a DeBarge so I call her bait +She put packs in her bra, and the keys in the case +If she ever try to skate with the cake, and relocate +I got her social and her birth date, bitch please + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +I talk like a hustler, walk like a hustler +Stripper attitude, only money make me move +Dapper dan status, I'm the stunner part two +I got an image to uphold, and my image do, too +I'm off the scrimmage line like Emmitt 2-2 +Why would the quarterback give it to you? +I gotta hundred sacks, and a hundred women; French twist +And we don't even talk, we just French kiss, I could never get pinched +I'm rocking like a big pimp +Momma only dated hustlers, so I could only commend them +And never roll with a dummy on your hip +Have the judge giving you a run-on sentence +Never that, I keep the gun on for that business +And when I'm not, I'm at business +See that's that, mad business, peep the simplistics +It's Cash Money, nigga, just live it +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sum 2 Prove[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne + +[Verse] +She give me head, and I her pick her up, put her legs in the air, fuck her but don't kiss +She ain't tryna have babies right now, so she open her mouth, and she perform abortion +I got Euros and Pesos and Franks, but if she ask for money, that bitch speaking foreign +Overseas acting like it's New Orleans, I be geeking like Swizzy in Harvard +Businessman, I just walked in the conference, busy man, someone warm me a coffee +Trigger man, I just marked me a target, out the mud, finna walk on your carpet +Label played me and made me a monster, Weezy Baby, no Baby, no sponsor +I'ma stand on the scale with a chopper, what that mean? Bitch, I'm weighing my options +She want Lil Dwayne, I fuck her 'til she came, she cum first, she cum second, and, bae, I'm gon' always cum last +I'ma cum all on your ass, got that shit looking like art on your ass +I give her an inch, she gon' take the whole nine, her pussy lips grin, I'ma make them hoes smile +Bust on her titties, her face, and her eyes, I bust a nut to the back of her throat, and it come out her nose like snot +She say "Do I look crazy?" I say "You look exotic" +You finna fuck me all day off the molly, I'm finna fuck you all night off the drink +I was all in that pussy, so you know what happened, you catch an orgasm like I catch a case +Eating that pussy, she squeezing her thighs, I say, "I need some breathing room, can't feel my face" +Peep all the moves I be making when I'm in that pussy, she gotta love when I vibrate +Watching my rubber, I know if it slip off inside of that pussy she gon' try to save it +All these red flags, now that hoe got rosacea, she on that black bottle Bumbu, no chaser +I'm tryna get outta here and go taste it, and give that bitch right back to you outta flavor, No Ceilings +Diamonds on deep freeze, ice cubes like Dr. Dre, Eazy +N.W.A, that New Watch Attitude, got bitches, they ain't got attitudes +I'm missing a whole lot of my screws, but she just want my screwdriver, that's bool with me +Told her don't screw it up if you screw with me, 'cause, bitch, I buss a nut, take my tools then leave, where is my hard head? +Lasagna, linguini, fettuccini, pastrami, panini +I order a hit like I'm ordering food, and I feel like a fork and a spoon +Elephant, I just walked in the room, can't forget how to make 'em remember me +Came in your bitch, told her that's a gift from me, since she all under me like a Christmas tree +Slippery like designers in Fiji, it's so wet up inside her bikini, it’s a water balloon +I'ma bust the balloon, look like I made her cum a monsoon +If it ain't, I just jumped in the pool, she say "Put on your life vest and swim in me" +I said "I'm 'bout to cum", she said, "Gimme me all of this sperm, you bring out the kid in me," gotta be kidding me +Diamonds on bling-bling, ooh, my wrist and my collar, my teeth bling, ooh +My ring finger shining like E.T., ooh, she sinking behind and beneath me +Oh, I started from the bottom like seaweed, oh, mentally, physically, literally +It's a conspiracy, really, 'cause lyrically, y'all can't be serious, seriously +No Ceilings 3, Mula +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Help![Hook: The Beatles] +Help! Help! +Help, I need somebody +Help, not just anybody +Help, you know I need someone +Help! Help! +Help, I need somebody +Help, not just anybody +Help, you know I need someone +Help! Help! + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +So sick, need a doc, yes +A creature, monster like the Loch Ness +I gets hotter by the toc, when I sizzle to death +I just tell the clock, "Give me a sec" +In the middle of the war where my enemy at +I'm running this shit like Eric Bieniemy back +Cause every time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack +The instruments are crying out, "Where the sympathy at?" +I attack before you begin to react +I'm from the dirt where the Beatles and John Lennon be at +And now these niggas looking yellow like a penalty flag +It's Weezy baby with this hustle 'til infinity, yeah +Like somebody let the dog out the kennel and ran +Whoever did it was a very smart women or man +Cause I'm coming like the stomp of every marching band +I need y'all to arch your hands and pray for me +I need +[Hook: The Beatles] +Help, I need somebody +Help, not just anybody +Help, you know I need someone +Help! Help! +Help, I need somebody +Help, not just anybody +Help, you know I need someone +Help! Help!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Everything[Intro] +I know, I know +Weezy Wee, this dedicated to my father, nigga +Rabbit nigga, y'all excuse the expressions + +[Verse 1] +What it be like up there baby boy, ay this here ya son hollerin at ya +I miss the shit out ya, it's hard to be without ya +But I know you watchin, peepin down on how I'm livin +Ay, tell Jesus I said thanks for the blessings he sendin +Please ask him to forgive me for the sins I commit +Just let him know I'm still young and at risk +Say, I'll never forget the time that you caught me smokin herb in the house +I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out +But you just talked it over with my mom and got it situated in due time +Told me get the paper instead of high +So now I take that advice and shed light over my whole life dog +I wanted to be just like you my whole life dog +I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me +But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain through me +And dog I know I can't see you but I bet that you smilin +And I'm a make you even happier, I promise + +[Chorus] +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +[Verse 2] +I know you see my daughter growin up and bad as ever +But she cool cause she do whatever daddy tell her +And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman +I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin from nothin +B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child +Ms. Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smile +And me I'm on some squad shit and some debate it +But I know they love it way more than they hate it +And I know you probably laughin at the way I treat these hoes and these +Bitches +I try love 'em, my BM be trippin +But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspective +That's why I keep the gun at close connection for protection +And you see I left school behind and chose CMB +It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough +And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely +Watch over me my nigga, just guide me + +[Chorus] +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +[Verse 3] +I swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you +Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss you +Somebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyes +Yeah, nigga I cried, it's cause I loved you dog +I promise I won't ever put nothin above you dog +So I live my life in dedication of you dog +I know you see me happy on the outside and hurt within +Make me wanna grab that gun and burst again +But I know they got a reason why I'm here +And I know they got a reason why you gone +And therefore, I'm succeedin on my own +But you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heart +I can't forget you kept it real from the start +And until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with me +And when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with me +And tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "thay's my peoples" +Watch over me nigga 'til I see you + +[Chorus] +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +But the shit's steady hurtin, burn deep +But it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +I know you can't be close to me nigga, I know +But I know you watchin over me nigga, I know +[Outro] +I know I can't be close to you (dog) +I know you watching over me dog +But the shit's that it hurt and burn deep +Its alright dog, everything gon' be alright dog +Rabbit, nigga, its your son +I'm down in your hole and your down +You see Cita straight, mom straight +Your mom straight, I mean everything going right +B and Slim nigga, is the realist niggas I ever met dog +And plus now I'm on some squad shit +My niggas, they keep it real with me +I keep it real with them +My little girl growning beutiful as ever man +You need to see her dog, she bad though man +Anyway dog, aiight holla!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +IDKWhat's happenin +Yeaah, Yeah, Yeah! +What's poppin yall (x2) +It's Tunechi Lee in this motherfucka (Tunechi) +This mixtape is called Sorry 4 the Wait +(sorry for the wait) +Carter 4 comin soon August 29th (Ceebo?) + +But in the meantime in between time I'm sorry for the wait +I know I promised a whole lotta dates so I'm sorry for the wait +I know you all have been patiently waiting (uhuh) +Well I hope you all have been patiently waiting (uhuh) +(Yeah) cuz I am sorry for the wait +I hope my apology is accepted (ay ay ay) just as well as ma music is + +I'm the best! But onto anotha subject +What yall been doin? +I been chillen like a mothafucka uhuh yeah +My children gettin older uhuh yeah +My bitches gettin colder (shoutout Detail) +(Yo Menace what's poppin) +Ma money gettin olda (Jay rock) uh yeah +Got dat new money too though shawty + +But nuttin betta then that old money (everybody on the tour wit me) +You see (211) shoutout to ma homies (as always) +Fe Fe what it is +T-street what it is +Lil T what it is +Du Fute what it is +Raw Dia I see you Lil Thugga I see ya Lil Flow I see ya +I like to say thank you to the people who helped me with this mixtape +My nigga Mike Banger (Oh) +Raw Dia (oh) +Lil Thugga (oh) +Lil Flow (oh) +I thank you (x2) +I thank you believe that +I thank you believe that +I thank you +Shout out to my nigga Mack Maine (I thank you) +Shout out to my nigga Lil Twist (I thank you) +Shout out to my nigga T street +Shout out to my nigga Fido (yeah) +Shout out to my nigga Lil Twist +Shout out to my nigga Lil Chuckee +I know I said Lil Twist alredy but fuck it +Shout out to my girl Shanell +Shout out to Nicki Minaj (yeah) +Shout out to my nigga Lil Drizzy (uhuh) +Shout out all yall +Shout out Lil Tyga Tyga (Birdman) +Shout out dog uh +Fuzee Baby! +Fuzee + +Hit a bitch with a car bomb (ay) x3 +Uuuhh +Are you kidding nigga ? +Vp James what's poppin +Ari (you know brooklyn ) +Yeah are here are yu kidding nigga +Shoutout EO +Shoutout my nigga Jason +Steady j rounds as a kill these niggas yeh +Shoutout .... +Marisa +Ms nicki minaj +Shoutout to all the people who hold me down during them 8 months +Everybody all the fans I can't do nuttin wit out yu I sware to god +When I look in the mirror I don't see ma self I see yall +That's what I live for I live for yall I did this for yall +And if yall don't want me to do it no more then I won't +That I mean +Young money +Shoutout to ma... +(Too much talking at the same time ) +Be looking for the carter 4 august 29th coming soon +I'm sorry for the wait +Just wanna make up for the time ya digg +Shoutout my nigga Drizzy gotta new album coming +Tyga Tyga Lil Twist and Shanelle Coming +Checkout Lil twist new single as well1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hollywood[Chorus: Young Carter] +I just flew to Hollywood +Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks) +Just like DaBaby, they Suge +I made money, you made books +I just flew to Hollywood +Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks) +Just like DaBaby, they Suge +I made money, you made books +They just mad 'cause they broke +They know I'm the G.O.A.T. +Ice on my wrist like, woah (Ice, ice) +My dreadlocks hang low +Shoutout to my bros +Your girl call me Naruto +Goku, Super Saiyan, yo +Now call your girl Amber Rose + +[Verse 1: Young Carter] +I'm takin' off like a spaceship +All these kids be hatin' +I float on this beat like I'm Jason +That girl emo, call her Raven +In a fast car, I'm racin' (Vroom) +All you rappers clout chasin' +Why are people so racist? +BLM every day, man +Pray to God, say, "Amen" +That dude so old, call him a caveman +But I'm gettin' to school with the cavemen +I steal your girl, now she's my baby +I'm countin' these racks on the daily +I stay lit, I go crazy +Y'all rappers sound like babies +Y'all just look like the candy, cry babies +Prayer hands, yeah, I look up to God +2020 is the worst year so far (It's bad) +I might take your girl to the moon and the stars, yeah +[Chorus: Young Carter] +I just flew to Hollywood +Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks) +Just like DaBaby, they Suge +I made money, you made books +I just flew to Hollywood +Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks) +Just like DaBaby, they Suge +I made money, you made books +They just mad 'cause they broke +They know I'm the G.O.A.T. (The G.O.A.T.) +Ice on my wrist like, woah (Ice, ice) +My dreadlocks hang low (Low) +Shoutout to my bros (My bros) +Your girl call me Naruto (Naruto) +Goku, Super Saiyan, yo (Yeah) +Now call your girl Amber Rose + +[Verse 2: Young Carter] +Gucci, Louis, Prada (Gucci) +My rap name is Young Carter +You's my son, your father (Father) +I'm datin' your dad's daughter (Mhm) +My ice splash like water (Ice) +The new Jordans, I'ma cop 'em +I'm rockin' all Balenciaga +R.I.P. Kobe, Black Mamba +This is Joe, Joe who? Joe mama +This is not Lil Wayne but it's the Carter +Shoutout to my sister Reginae Carter (Reginae) +Shoutout to my brother Dwayne Carter (Dwayne) +Shoutout to my brother Kameron Carter (Kameron) +That's my niece but shoutout to my father (Father) +No one could beat me, I'm fire +This song is heat, I might start a fire +You are a baby, yeah, you need a diaper, yeah (Wah, wah) +You are a baby, yeah, you need a diaper, yeah (Wah, wah, wah) +[Chorus: Young Carter] +I just flew to Hollywood +Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks) +Just like DaBaby, they Suge +I made money, you made books +I just flew to Hollywood +Gettin' racks, I'm good (Racks) +Just like DaBaby, they Suge +I made money, you made books +They just mad 'cause they broke (They broke) +They know I'm the G.O.A.T. (I'm the G.O.A.T.) +Ice on my wrist like, woah (Woah) +My dreadlocks hang low (Low) +Shoutout to my bros (Bros) +Your girl call me Naruto (Naruto) +Goku, Super Saiyan, yo (Yeah) +I call your girl Amber Rose (Yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Outro: Young Carter] +I call your girl Amber Rose, yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Gotta Feeling[Into: Lil Wayne] +No ceilings +Haaa, yeah! + +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Party on the beach +P-Party on the beach +Party animal, they done let me off the leash +I got my weed from the west +My pills from the east +And two bottles of Goose, that's Geese + +[Hook: Mack Maine] +No ceilings +(No ceilings muthafucka'!) +Tonight's gonna be a good night +Tonight's gonna be a good night +Tonight's gonna be a good good night + +No ceilings +Tonight's gonna be a good night +Tonight's gonna be a good night +Tonight's gonna be a good good night + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tonight's the night, I’m high as height +I'm young and restless, I shines my guiding light +And uh, I’m living right, my health alright +My money good and my girl a dyke +Shit, let's live it up, no dying down +Lets shoot the bar, I’ll buy the rounds +I’ll take the shots, I’m bulletproof +Nike just do it, I do what it do +I was drinking 'fore I came +When I got here, I did the same +I don't like beer, I like champagne +So, cheers to Lil Wayne +And if she think she get my number, just hope my number don’t change +Girl stop playing, I got that pussy on a string +Now let’s do it! +[Bridge] +Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it (No Ceilings) +And do it, and do it, let’s live it up (yeah) +And do it, and do it, and do it, do it, do it (ahaha) +Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it (Young Mula babbbyyy) + +[Hook] +No Ceilings (woo, hah) +Tonight’s gonna be a good night (No Ceilings) +Tonight’s gonna be a good night (motherfucker) +Tonight gonna be a good good night (Young Money) +No Ceilings +Tonight’s gonna be a good night (Now I’m about to really go in) +Tonight’s gonna be a good night (I’m going in!) +Tonight’s gonna be a good good night (Scoob I see you) +No Ceilings + +[Verse 2] +Kush got my dutch fat as fuck +Weezy F, I’m bad as luck +I’m already at the top, I'm 'bout to pull the ladder up +Flow crazy, I need a counselor +I’m hip-hop's announcer +I’m in the gun club, do you wanna meet the bouncer? +Been a beast and still I am +Now I rock and still I jam +Few niggas with me got that white girl like Will.I.Am +Look up bitch, ain't no ceilings +See me at the top controlling things +Anybody beat, it's a motherfucking murder scene +I do it +[Hook] + +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Apology for Stepping on the American Flag"I didn't step on the flag on purpose! It's a scene in a video where the flag drops behind me and after it drop it's just there as I perform" + + +"It was never my intention to desecrate the flag of the United States of America. I was shooting a video for a song off my album entitled "God Bless Amerika". The clip that surfaced on the Internet was a camera trick clip that revealed that behind the American Flag was the Hoods of America. In the final edit of the video you will see the flag fall to reveal what is behind it but will never see it on the ground. In most people eyes including my own who were raised in that environment, the Hood is the only America they know and the only America I knew growing up. I was fortunate from my God given talents to escape the Hood and see the other beautiful places this country has to offer but most people who are born in that environment don't get that chance. That's their view of their America. That was Dwayne M Carter from Hollygrove New Orleans view of America. That's who I'm speaking for in this song".4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Not Human[Produced by Infamous] + +[Verse 1] +Re—Re—Reporting from another world +Look up in the sky and see me courting with a cover girl +She know that it's "bye" after I'm through then it's another girl +I can make your wife and your sister fuck your brother girl +Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock +And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop +I'm higher than a motherfucking chronic leaf treetop +I make that Nina sing like, "Shooty-do-dee-wop" +You want the facts, Daddy? Well I truly do me, Pop +And I get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop +Still get a stomachache every time I see cops +You better run motherfucker, 'cause we not +Yeah, you bitches better run 'til your feet stop +And I'm so fed up with street cops +I'm colder than a ski shop, I'm holding onto the top +And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop + +[Refrain] +I am the rhyming Oasis +I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it +I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing +I thank God that I am not basic +[Break] +I am not a human being + +[Verse 2] +Hahaha! Rockstar, baby +Now come to my suite and get lockjaw, baby +I can knock your boots and your socks off, baby +Newsflash: your boyfriend a knockoff, baby +Okay, real shit: you can get knocked off, baby +And I'm like a champagne top, I'm ready to pop off, baby +You really lucky I don't kill if it's not for Baby +Got so much money, I can look at the cops all crazy +R—Rockstar shit for my rockstar ass +Got a tub full of money, that's a rockstar bath +Then I use more money to wipe my rockstar ass +Then I throw it in the garbage, that's rockstar trash +I—I wouldn't try you, I wouldn't lie, dude +I must be sticky cause them bitches got they eyes glued +Big B, bitch, I'm so motherfucking Damu +Staring at a mountain like, "Bitch, I will climb you" +I stand tall like I'm motherfucking 9'2" +I scream, "Motherfuck you and whoever designed you" +And if you think you hot, then obviously, you are lied to +And we don't die, we multiply, and then, we come divide you + +[Refrain] +I am the rhyming Oasis +I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it +I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing +I thank God that I am not basic +[Break] +I—I thank God that I am not basic +I am not a human being + +[Verse 3] +I'm rockstar bad +With my rockstar glasses and my rockstar plaid +This the School of Hard Rock, I'm a rockstar grad +And my kids are proud to have a rockstar dad +Now, mama, let them titties bounce like rocks off glass +And if you do, I'll probably call you like shots off glass +Don't jump into my water 'cause you not gon' last +I swear I'ma be like a shark that's locked on bass +R—Rockstar life, rockstar bright +And in the mosh pit is how a rockstar fight +So jump up in this bitch and catch a rockstar right +And the cops could never violate a rockstar's rights +Yeah, now, I'm back on my grizz +And y'all's a bunch of squares like a motherfucking grid +And everybody get it, well, me, I get rid +Of he who say he get it, and then, I get his +No marquee, but this is big biz +And I scream, "Fuck it, whoever 'it' is!" +Ain't no motherfucker deeper than me, bitch, dig! +And I thank God everyday that my children are rich kids +[Refrain] +I am the rhyming Oasis +I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it +I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing +I thank God that I am not basic +I am the rhyming Oasis +I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it +I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing +I thank God that I am not basic + +[Break] +I—I thank God that I am not basic +I am not a human being1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mind Right (Freestyle)[Intro: Tk-N-Ca$h] +My mind right +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +Yeah +Yeah + +[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h] +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right) +I had to come up on a check to get my mind right +(come up on a check to get my mind right) +I had to- + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Get my mind right +Money white +Hustle right +Fuck her right +Fuck it right +Fuck them pussy niggas I’ll see ‘em in another life +Woo! May my tombstone read what a life +Pussy ass nigga say he thuggin’ he a fuckin' lie +Tell him I say its a wrap like it's mummified +Hustle for a hundred days a hundred nights +Run it right +Runnin’ lights +Duckin’ lights +There he go, cut the lights +Try to spare these niggas but I put 'em on fuckin' strike +Got these niggas scrambling, and we sunny side +Come at me sideways I ride three six five days +Hot as a latte, picante, an entrée +I am the fucking best man for the job +These niggas bridesmaids, I leave niggas sideways +I don't want to hear it to me it's just blasé +I need my money ándale ándale +I got my mind right I got my mind made +But how come the early bird acting like I'm late +I'm ready for war +Money right +Hustle white +Alright +Fuckin' right +Whippin' white all night 'til a nigga knuckle white +Smoke a pound drunk a pint, another pint, another pint +B-T-W F-Y-I F-Y-L +Fuck your life L-O-L bullet shell, bloody knife +Body parts, babies crying, bitches running, bells ringing +Had to leave my heavenly bitch for a hell's angel, Lord +I l-l-licked the pussy 'til I got my L's tangled +I take CMB off the YM, I'm just spell checkin' +Yeah, I know a nigga named Rodney King +Get along with him and not with me +'Cause I'm on the edge and I'm 'bout to leave +Gun to his head make him count to three +One, two, three +BOW BOW BOW BOW +She gave me head she forgot to breathe +Straight from the bed to the shower scene +Straight from the stove to the block nigga +I do numbers you can count on me +Remember when I didn't have a pot to pee +Now I look like I done hit the lottery +Went from poverty to property +Make a mockery of a shopping spree +These niggas ain't cold they ain't hot to me +They think they like me but they not to me +Wait let me put my binoculars on +You fake as fuck as far as I can see +My eyes red as fuck look like a eye disease +I let that yopper squeeze, I sat down with me +And then I told myself, look before you kill somebody leave +[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h & *Lil Wayne*] +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right) +*Woah, my mind right, get my mind right, ayy* +I had to come up on a check to get my mind right +*I want my money nigga* +*Come up with that check get my money right* +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right) +*I got my mind right, my money right, I'm ready for war* +I had to come up on a check to get my mind right +(come up on a check to get my mind right) +*Yeah, yeah, I got my mind right, my money right, I'm ready for war* + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Tk-N-Ca$h] +Yeah, yeah, Y-M-C-M-Beef yeah +Y-M, not them, and I'm the real Young Moolah baby +My mind right, I had to leave them boys alone to get my mind right +I had to come up on a check I want my money nigga +Come up with that check I want my money nigga + +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right) +I had to come up on a check to get my mind right +(come up on a check to get my mind right)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Beauty and the Beat[Chorus] +Uh, beauty and the beat +It's pretty ugly what I do to any beat +Amen, Hallelujah, nigga, preach +She wanna lay up but I shoot too many threes +Goddamn + +[Verse] +Now, the mula got her speakin' +I've speakin' for myself, I thought of usin' Robin Leach +I just bought Barbie a gift and it's an Uzi, got it pink +Should I teach her how to shoot it? She might take a shot at me +We some killers round this bitch, where it's kill or be killed +Prescription refill, pop a pill and be still +Not for nothin', for the most, we hold a toast at each meal +I can flip a Jae Mill to a fuckin' Meek Mill +Knock on wood, it might answer back when you this real +Fuck your bitch, told her, "Hit me back whеn I clear here” +I could roll a blunt fastеr than your get your ears pierced +I'ma shoot your ass exactly where you get your ears pierced +Never seen a bigger ticket than this, little bitty nigga +New Orleans, burry me up in the middle of it, nigga +I've been peepin', I've been squintin' and I still can't see a limit +Higher than my limitations, and the fuckin' Himalayas +And I'm stuntin on my neighbors +And the blunt as long as cables +There’s some hundreds on the table +That was our paper towels +Left my number for the waitress +She was flirtin', I embraced it +Now I'm fuckin' her and the women I was on a date with +I'm a god among Satans, I'm the doc that lost patience +I went from the judge sentence to a fuckin' fashion statement +Disappear like David Blaine when it come to affidavits +Aphrodisiac, all on your bitch face like aftershave +I never met Captain Save 'Em, Army, better yet, a Navy +Wore a sweater for the ladies +Pockets heavy, set inflated +That Prometh' it got me faded +Tell the chef that I'm the gravy +My bitch pussy hole so deep, feel like I'm steppin' out the grave +And that's the beauty in it +[Chorus] +The beauty in the beat +Steppin' out the pussy, therapeutic for my feet +Amen, Hallelujah, nigga, preach +She wanna lay up, I've been shootin' too many threes +God damn, it's the beauty and the beat +But it get pretty ugly what I do to any beat +Amen, Hallelujah, nigga, preach +And you're the only one that left the funeral in peace, yeah + +[Outro] +It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful) +Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful, it's beautiful) +It's beautiful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful) +Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful, it's beautiful) +It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Yeah, oh, oh) +It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (It's beautiful, it's beautiful) +Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +It's beautiful, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Hallelujah, nigga, preach +Hallelujah, nigga, preach, amen (Beautiful, beautiful) + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +One time for CJ, OVO Crew, let's go!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +YFS (Young, Fresh, Shameless)[Chorus] +Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless +About to body slam the beat, Love Wrestlemania +Love miscellaneous, fuck instantaneous +I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia +Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous +Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient +Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen +Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless + +[Verse 1] +Back to it, waste no time +Black Uzi, Draco, 9 +Back room smokin' bomb +Got to feel me, pour the five +Black mamba, Kobe Bryant +Snake eyes open wide +Rat poison, you know why +Hair trigger, no salon +Can't lose, in overtime, hit Miami for LeBron +Swam through whole Ocean Drive +Smoke a stick, porcupine +All these bitches want be mine +Yeah she lit I blow her mind +Look at how I make all these looking ass niggas roll they eyes +Go retarded on them, Tunechi +Openhearted on them, Tunechi +I'm the father, I wear the pants, I'm talking Corduroy or blue jeans +Smoking harder on a doobie, holy water running through me +Polariods are tryna shoot me +I am Nino, you a pookie +[Verse 2] +Young niggas famous, my young niggas go in +My OGs are no different, identical twins +1-7 amen, that's my set, amen +Can't forget to thank him +Fuck these hoes, I blame them +Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless +Bout to body slam your bitch +Lord, Wrestlemania +Young, rich and famous, young, rich and famous +If you hating on me you can tongue kiss the anus +Bigger picture painting, fine art framing +Don't forget to hang it, fine wine drank it +Turn a trap house to the wine house, Amy +My God, amen +Don't forget to thank him +Don't try to play him, your whole squad be dead men +We pull up in the AM, toast, waffles, bacon +More fiyah blazin', the chopper sound Jamaican +I stay armed like a cowboy +Troy Aikman + +[Verse 3] +That's a Polo blanket, she under it naked +I'm under influences, got me overthinking +Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers +Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins +And my dreams are so big, feel like the Earth's shrinking +I wake up and chase my dreams, catch 'em and detain 'em +Still the best rapper alive, still the steel is stainless +I feel like the Yankees, boy my hittas can’t miss +[Chorus] +Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless +About to body slam your bitch +Lord, Wrestlemania +Love miscellaneous, we fuck instantaneous +I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia +Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous +Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient +Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen +Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless + +[Outro] +Young, fresh and shameless +Stevie, Mula, yeah +Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers +Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins +Oh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m the Best Rapper Alive[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Now see, the first time I realized I was the best rapper alive, you know what I mean? Now, before I go into any further in this conversation, let me let y'all know what I mean about this "best rapper alive" shit. I don't think I'm better than anybody personally. I don't think I'm better than anybody spiritually. Knah'mean? I don't think I'm better than anybody in any way or form or fashion. But as far as this rap thing, I think I am better than everybody. I'm a competitor. I hope everybody else feel the same way about their craft, you know what I mean? If you do, it makes it better for the people. It makes it better for the listeners, dog. And that's how I feel about mine, so, if you're listening and you wanna hear somebody that's dedicated to what they do, I'm so dedicated that I feel I'm the best. And that's that! + +["Dedication 2" false start] + +[Intro: DJ Drama, Lil Wayne, & Nancy Sinatra sample] +Bang bang, I shot you down +See, I can understand that +Bang bang, you hit the ground +Niggas be saying "Dram', why you talk so much shit on your mixtapes?" +Bang bang, that awful sound +When you're grinding like I'm grinding to get where I'm at +Bang bang +You'll understand +I used to shoot you down +Believe that! +Hahaha! Dedication 2! That's right +And I won't be saying that I'm the best +You already— +But I run this!~ + +[Verse: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Wake up, motherfuckers, it's Weezy, you got a problem +Hats to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' +Shiny black coupe, at night, look like a goblin +AK on the backseat, baby, it's so— (Gangsta! Hold up!) +[Spoken: Lil Wayne] +Right now, we're gonna hold the fuck up man. See, y'all niggas ain't playing close attention right now. +Hahaha! +Ayy, Drama, this is what I want you to do, man. This is what I really need you to do right now. My nigga, Drama—plus, he be hitting y'all in the head with that gangsta shit. But listen, my nigga, Drama, man, here's what I need you to do: I need you to give me something else for you now, just to warm 'em up, and then, later on, we gon' hit 'em with that [?]. So I hope these motherfuckers ready to get high. So get your pipes! And get your gangsta grills!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Throat Baby[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Feel like we popped the best meds in the world, don't it? She want that medicine dick +Bustin' nuts, and she act like a squirrel on it, and my shit ain't never been bit +I get up in that pussy with passionate dick, she can never forget, this that elephant dick +Uh, go ahead, sit on it, I took my thumb out her ass, and had shit on it +I know she feel it all in her arteries, I paint her face like an artist +She smokin' on D like Marlboros, I need me a bitch with a twin like the Charlos +She lick on that tip till the tip is a hollow tip, fuck IG, let's make a porno flick +I like big pussy on somе soprano shit, monkey on this banana clip +Messy lil' clit, wettеst lil’ throat, hold on, hold on real quick +We have sex on the beach, go where nobody knows, we got sand on our feet and white sand on our nose +Two nights ago, came in you twice and more, you say you'd like some more, I know you nice and slow +Ooh, you a angel, swallow the cum and say, "Thank you," I say, "De nada, mi amore" +She wants some Topanga, let me get my dreads out the way, I'm a casket, put the pussy dead in my face +She pull the dick out while I'm sleeping, I'm having wet dreams, she forgot her bikini +Ooh, now she topless, but like Champagne Papi, I start from the bottom, I'm the pussy monster +Might not love her, so when I fuck her, I put both hands on her neck and remind her + +[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne] +Love the way you walk, love the way you talk (Talk) +All the bands on me like a broke gettin' a boss +She'll suck a bag hard but the dick goes soft +She just choked on a dick but a nigga dozed off (Dozed off) +Michael Jackson, how the diamonds dancin' +I'm the boss, wake up, make her buy a phantom +Say he rich forever, so they really can't stand him +Tell her, "Suck the dick with two hands, I'm handsome" +When I pull up, take a bitch, ain't no ransom +He ain't dropped a hit, he ain't got no anthems (Woo) +It's a plain Patek, I won’t rock no ring +She just ran the money up, now they can't stand him +Might take a bitch to my momma spot (Momma spot) +She was a freaky, she licked me like lollipop +All this water on me, know that I keep a mop +All these cars, it's a G comin', flex a lot (No, Baby) +No babies, you better swallow them for me (For me) +On your knees (On your knees) +You had to pay, I got it free (Free) +All these diamonds on me kickin' like Bruce Lee (Yeah) +Rich Forever, Young Money, the movie (Young Money) +With my dawg, ain't no Shaggy and Scooby (Yeah) +New Bugatti, I was ridin' with Tunechi (Rich) +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +No babies, you better swallow them for me +On your knees, you had to pay, I got it free +No Ceilings, yeah +This part 3, she OAT +The GOAT, baby + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kamila[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Ahh-uhh + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila +She got a tongue like a fuckin' chameleon +Suck the dick, swallow the paraphernalia +She 'bout to swallow a whole la familia +Cum on, cum on, cum on, cum on Kamila +She got a tongue like she fuckin' reptilian +I'm hard as fuck, heard this bitch equilibrium +Cum on her face, that's just memorabilia + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Cum on Kamila +I make it rain on her like a Floridian +Her baby daddy, that nigga a idiot +I gave her magic and then disappear +And her man threw the Patek, the Richard look prettier +Maison Margiela, she call it "Margelia" +Cum on Kamila, fuck on her period +Baby I'm yours 'til I cut the umbilical, gone + +[Verse 2: Jay Jones] +Bad bitch in the Hollywood hills, I got molly wood thrills +I got lean withdrawals, substitute it with the pills +Give me head in the car, throw it out behind the wheel +Know well, I don't know how to deal, shawty real, shawty real (Yeah) +La-Kamila, tongue like a lizard how she licked it up +If it go down, I bet she get it up +She gon' sell her soul for them Dior Chuck's +She gon' bust it open in a Rolls truck +You ain't got no hope left +I was like "whoa, Kemosabe" +They got plenty hoes in the lobby +Can't hop out the Mazi with a thottie +I got Percs, I got molly +Baby, you get perks when you poppin' +I come from the dirt, from the bottom +Bitch, twerk, I got options +Mi casa, su casa, that's for my masters imposter's +No room for imposter's, gotta run for them dollars +Got P's and went straight to the college, I'm gone +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila +Her mouth look like a bowl of milk with no cereal +I put my spear in her like I'm Nigerian +Now she bi-curious, Ellen DeGeneres +Tunechi from Hollygrove, fuck 'til she comatose +Take off my 'Sace robe, fuck on my ironing board +Fuck in my skate park, cum on her face scar +Hol' up, wait for it, "boom" like a napalm +Fuck her for some Hermes, dick all in her cervix +She call me nobody 'cause she know nobody's perfect +Got her pussy with a purpose, I eat it like some Churches +I skeeted then I squirted, then I "arrive" to the "derci" +Bitch, take your fuckin' pants off, shake your fuckin' ass off +Suck it with your hands off, deep throat, can't cough +Tunechi out in Hollygrove, hit her with the dinosaur +Limpin' like her body blowin', drippin' like a snotty nose +Tell me how you love that, cum for me I'll bust back +Tell me where to cum at, ooh +Where my thumb at? Ooh +Every time she cum, she cry, that's a fun fact, ooh +I got somethin' for her eye, that's a cum-tact + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Cum on Kamila, cum on Kamila +She got a tongue like a fuckin' chameleon +Suck the dick, swallow the paraphernalia +She 'bout to swallow a whole la familia +Cum on, cum on, cum on, cum on Kamila +She got a tongue like she fuckin' reptilian +I'm hard as fuck while I'm high, equilibrium +Cum on her face, that's just memorabilia +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Ayo, big up to fifth ward +That's right, we be +God bless, bless up, rest up +We love you, Miss Betty Wright +Shoutout Denise, Jocelyn, and Kelly +No Ceilings 32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Orleans Maniac[Intro: Lil Wayne & Sample] +This is the archetypal rock sound +Ok this really ain't no rock shit +But um, leggo! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Hollygrove monster, New Orleans maniac +Shoot a nigga up until his whole body ain't attached +Hi, my name is best rapper alive +And your mouth is the best crapper alive +'Cause you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off +Like fuck that, then I just spit like barking dogs +Call it "bust-back," attitude like "fuck em all" +And I'm greasy, and your boyfriend is a butterball +What's geezy? I mean what's good? Bitch, is you blind? +Check my watch, bet it be money all the time +Sunny on the side where I stay at +Where M.I.A. at? I get pussy every time I say that +Haha! In the game room, I don't play that +Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at +AK at your front door, Young Zoe +You can ask Brisco, shoot 'til my wrist sore +Coupe with a bitch low, who with the sick pour +I'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go +Yeahhh! They like it when I say yeah, huh? +And your boyfriend's a tampon +And I don't own land, baby, I own a landmine +So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anquan +Weezy F and the 'F' is for franchise +You looking at me is like you're looking through ant eyes +Hahaha! Young Money can't die +Bitch, we like Hancock +Yeah, I'm a Martian; what you saying, Spock? +I turn your beef into a hamhock +Then I put it in a pan pot, shoot 'til my hand hot +I can't hear you saying stop, I hear nina saying "pop" +I hear choppers saying "chop" +I hear niggas screaming and shit, like I say "holla at ya boy, bitch" +But holla at ya boy bitch +I'm the boy bitch, not ya boy bitch, 'cause ya boy a bitch +Hahahaha! Young Moola Crazy! +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +Eastside Loco, you're sweet like cocoa +And you can get your ass beat fast like go-go +Mask on my face, low pro that a no show +Shoot a rapper when his album drop give 'em promo +You clown like bozo, they ask him bout the group shit +It's time to get the loot, bitch; I had to go solo +Your bitch all on me, you better watch your ho, though +She wanna come kick it like a dojo, uh-oh +Slick nigga, fuck 'em, then I drop 'em like a low-low +Bitch want money; like Millz: "No, no-no" +Nigga, if you hating, suck a dick; no homo +Boy I keep it gutter like bo-bos +Yeah I'm doing what I do, so nigga, just do you +And my gun nicknamed menage; she do two +Nigga, welcome to the Young Money Ape Zoo Crew +We starving and you could get ate like zoo-zoos +Niggas boo-hoo, cry; motherfucker, I'm heartless +I'll break bones and cartilage +You are just a mark muthafucker; I'm a marksman +And I'm all about the green like Boston +Pardon me, nigga, I'm talking reckless +You walk into a gun fight, knife, no vest, bitch you crazy +Just like the ice you wearing, you fugazi +Put 'em in the dirt; make 'em push a few daisies +80's baby, soon-to-be rich nigga +King Kong beating on my chest, on you bitch niggas +Paper I'm after, so I'm on your ass now +Young Money: motherfucking cash cow +GUDDA!8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Burner[Chorus] +I don't know how to play 2K +I don't know how to use Blu-Ray +Fuck a bag, I'ma need a suitcase +I'm dripping like Bobby Boucher bitch +Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste +Codeine got me with the screw face +Either I'm seeing double or they two-faced +Double D's, these niggas too fake, uh +I keep a burner like Kevin Durant +I keep a burner like Kevin Durant +Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat +Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that +Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that + +[Verse] +I don't know how to play too safe +Bitch, throw it back like a bouquеt +Diamonds in my mouth, no toothache +Weezy Baby coming, no due date +Couplе bank account in the UK +Two choppers, that two Ks +I don't know how to play 2K +Still balling out like Azubuike, damn +I keep a burner like Kevin Durant +Keep a burner 'til it melt my hand +I been strapped since I was twelve and a half +'Cause I got shot when I was twelve and a half +Thank you for life to the medical staff +Rain turn to ice but it melt when it land +Gangster for life and the life after that +Ain't no referee stripes, but yes, I got my flag +Yee, you don't wanna fuck with me +It could get dirty, I got them bloods with me +I got your blood on me, get the detergent +I heard you coming for me, I'm pressing your buttons, my G +You out of service, you don't wanna fuck with me +That Draco my judge for me, here come the verdict +I keep a burner like K do, shoot from long range like Trey do +Dame and Klay too +Reggie Miller and Ray too +Jesus Shuttlesworth, Jesus, I make ‘em pray too +I ball like they ain't got no game too +These boys all just think it's a game too +My shooters shoot at the whole game room +Your shooters like Shaq 'cause they can't shoot +Straps on straps, yep +Big B's, bitch, all caps, yeah +I'm high five, ain't no daps +I drip blood blood, ain't no cramps +These boys sci-fi, ain't no facts +I bleed concrete, ain't no cracks +Pulling that hair trigger back like tracks +Check your bitch ass like Air Max +Boy, I'm high as fuck, I get somebody to come tie you up +It's Tunechi, bitch, like P Diddy +If you want smoke though, now I'm Puff +Time is up, bombs away +Fuck whatever you tryna say, them words hold no kinda weight +You ain't even got a pound in the safe, but I pound your face +Whole team black attire +Sold dreams, tax the buyer +Machine gun, rapid fire, boom-boombox, amplifier +Tube socks and chancletas, moonrocking Margiela +Sick as fuck, salmonella, I whip it up like Nutella +I got the desert with me, hope you could weather the heat +You sweat 'cause you weak +We hungry, we smelling defeat, and I'm like a chef with the beef, who ready to eat? +I got the FN with me, you don't wanna be F-in with me, definitely +My shooters shoot effortlessly, I'm talking catch-and-release, Steph from the three +[Chorus] +I don't know how to play 2K +I don't know how to use Blu-Ray +Fuck a bag, I'ma need a suitcase +I'm dripping like Bobby Boucher bitch +Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste +Codeine got me with the screw face +Either I'm seeing double or they two-faced +Double D's, these niggas too fake, uh +I keep a burner like Kevin Durant +I keep a burner like Kevin Durant +Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat +Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that +Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that + +[Outro] +Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat +Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that +Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Lil Wayne and DJ Khaled!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Time for Us to Fuck[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I see ya, I see ya +Girl I wanna love you long like Eva +I know you want that pita +Girl I say I know you want that pita +That banana like Chiquita +I'ma hit it like Derek Jeter +The neighbor's gon' think I beat her +I'll throw that dick much deeper +Come be my wide receiver +I'll give that girl a seizure +She forget her boyfriend, amnesia +She wanna ride it, I let her have it +She better ride it like Danica Patrick +I get behind it, and move her +Like the Heimlich maneuver (OW!) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I don't know about you (chea) +But I'm really, really fucked up (chea) +No more liquor in my cup (chea) +I think it's time for us to, time for us to, time for us to fuck (let's go) +I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go) +I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go) +I think it's time for us to, time for us to... +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Bounce that booty like a basketball +See, I'm a ball-hog; I don't pass at all (ha-ha) +And now she wanna put her sister on +Now I got twins like "The Whisper Song" +And you could call her Mrs. Me Too +I say I'm on a strict diet, I can only eat you +Lick it lick it, lick it, lick it; I like to +Lick it lick it, lick it lick it..(ha-ha) +I got that Goose in my system +Somebody gon' be my victim +I got patrone in my system +Somebody gon' be my victim (OW!) + +[Hook] +I don't know about you (chea) +But I'm really, really fucked up (chea) +No more liquor in my cup (chea) +I think it's time for us to, time for us to, time for us to fuck (let's go) +I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go) +I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go) +I think it's time for us to, time for us to... + + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Come free yo' mind, on this dick that I have +You ain't gotta be my wife, but you need dick in yo' life +We gon' fuck all night long, I got kush in my bag +We can blaze one, and when we done +Go back to your man +I think I'm in love (love) +Oh, love (Oh love) +[4x] + +SIKE! + +[Hook] +I don't know about you (chea) +But I'm really, really fucked up (chea) +No more liquor in my cup (chea) +I think it's time for us to, time for us to, time for us to fuck (let's go) +I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go) +I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go) +I think it's time for us to, time for us to...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Livin Like That[Chorus] +I'ma put my niggas where my heart go (Heart go) +Burner by the car door +Also the torso, point it at your cornrows (Cornrows) +Shoot 'em where his thoughts go (Bah) +What you said? I thought so +You don't wanna spark woe (Nope) +'Cause I'm feeling like charcoal (Ayy) +I'm feeling like a lost soul +Boy, I'm in war mode (War mode) +Highway to Heaven, nigga (Errp) +I can take you off-road + +[Verse 1] +Even though I'm way up, I still finesse (I still finesse), yeah +Even though I'm prayed up, I feel possessed (Dang) +I don't know, man, it's like lately (Lately), I ain't been myself (Nope) +I looked into the mirror and I see somebody else +I don't recognize the face that I wear (Damn) +I look into my eyes and ain't nobody there and I'm sleeping with a bitch I don't know (Who is you?) +She sleeping with the dick down her throat, oh lord +What if some niggas kick down the door? +I shoot it out then hide behind the ho +Nigga, what? I'm living like that, yeah +Nigga, what? I'm living like that, yeah (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +Nigga, what? You can die like that +Don't try like that +Sour grapes, nigga, 'cause you whine like brats +I don't see these niggas 'cause they shine like black +I'ma throw some bullets in the sky, nice catch +In the sky blue 'vette repping Piru set (Suwoop) +Hop up out that bitch like Batman (Yeah) +You get a toe tag quicker than a hashtag (Haha) +I cut his feet off, tell that nigga tap dance +I cut his wings off, make a nigga crash land (Woo) +I need a theme song, nigga, I'm a masked man +You talk trash, nigga, only to the trash man (Yeah) +These pussycat niggas need a CAT scan (Yeah) +I'm a mob boss asking what the crime cost (Yeah) +On my high horse seeing who I can buy off (Yeah) +Got a chauffeur somewhere up in my garage lost +Got some codeine poured up for a dry cough +Nigga, I'm living like that (Pour up), yeah +Nigga. what? I'm sipping like that (Pour up), yeah + +[Verse 3] +Lord, they can take me away, carry me in the wind +Bury me with a grin +Salary may offend +Now a bad-ass bitch sharing me with her friend +And I started from the bottom like a tree with a stem (Woo) +Now I feel like 50 Cent 'cause I see many men +Wish death upon me like a genie with them +But I put the burner barrel to his beanie and brim +And leave a blood pool, put on your bikini and swim (Woo) +Motherfucker, don't try, don't you even attempt (Yeah) +I don't even want beef, I want linguine and shrimp +Lamborghinis and martinis and a suite full of nymphs +Fat stinky backwood, a swisher sweet with some length, boy +And when it's them I got the heat with the "nth" (Yeah) +Magazine extend, and my Nina a twin +I don't know two other bad sisters meaner than them +I call them Venus and Serena, they hyena your limbs +And we livin' like that, yeah (Yeah) +Nigga, what? You could get it like that (Like that, nigga), yeah +[Chorus] +I'ma put my niggas where my heart go (Heart go) +Burner by the car door (Car door) +Also the torso, point it at your cornrows (Cornrows) +Shoot 'em where his thoughts go (Bah) +What you said? I thought so +You don't wanna spark woe +'Cause I'm feeling like charcoal (Ayy) +I'm feeling like a lost soul +Boy, I'm in war mode (War mode) +Highway to Heaven, nigga +I can take you off-road, I can take you off-road +Woah +Welcome to the crossroads +Woah, yeah + +[Outro] +See, one thing about me, nigga +I don't give two fucks about these niggas +I'm three ticks from bombing, nigga +I'm four sips from drowning, nigga +I'm five star if you're counting, nigga +Tunechi9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Problem SolverYeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uhm Uhm Uhm + +That boy so bad, that boy so +That boy so bad, that boy so +That boy so bad, that boy so + +[Hook] x2 +He dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver +He dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver +He dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver +Click click pow problem solved! + +[Verse 1] +Gun on me faithfully nina how I adore you +How I hold you from the side when I control you +I won't miss +Don't slip then I get closer and I can't miss +Stand over him like a pianist with no bench +I hold the key like Mariah when I fire +No lip all 4 fifth +Throw clip cutthroat niggas I know them +Throw them somethin to wipe out ya hold shit +Notice me never I'm all black +Masked up Jason +Part 11 I'm more scarier terror +I look fear in the eyes like a mirror I don't fear him(Uh Huhn) +I share 'em with the rest of the pallbearers, Barry him +Very low I'm kerosene gasoline +It's asinine to fuck with me +Come and see +That's like running into a fucking tree +Climb up mother fucker I'll leave you hung for weeks yea(Stupid) +Get 'Em + +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +I run with niggas consider themselves gorillas +I feed them banana clips +Head stomachs and hips +Quick tip quit sippin' that Patron +That shit'll get you flipped like a baton +In two arms +Who calm, I'm calm, you calm? +Tick tick make a nigga drop the bomb +Weed lit yea I'm from Hollygrove Vietnam +Military status captain gone +Yeah ask them all they'll tell ya +You fuck wit the boy and they'll smell ya from anywhere +Big Bleezy I'm on like the mayor +When it's beef I feel like Lil' Jon nigga YEAH +Scare you right out your draws +Act up and the AK 47 knock ya right out ya truck(Get Up) +Back up turn ya lights out your done +5-4-3-2-1..yourself + +That mean GO N-E..GONE...Get 'Em! +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Gillie man I don't think you niggas should really fuck with me +The gun off me urgently workin' and twerkin' it perfectly +Circle the block I'm like fuck it I'm bustin 'em I'm cussin' 'em +Like fuck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em +Buck 'em til it's empty +Get at me spit at me you make this a shootout nigga +I hit you, you missed me I left and you missin' That is really good +I waitin' I'm sittin I'm patient I'm loadin' I'm clickin +I'm spittin' I'm spittin I'm spittin I'm spittin +Till it's clickin' and clickin' +I ain't trippin' I'm givin' them to the river +Callin' them shark dinner +They human tuna +Weezy Baby, Lex Luger, Freddy Kreuger +Do Ya (Bitch) +Who you playin' with +With that back and forth shit +Nigga I ain't sayin' shit +Bitch I clap quick +You ain't nothing but a sandwich +To a man bitch +I leave you lyin' down in ketchup, catch up! Yeah! +Eat you niggas lunch..eat you niggas for lunch...Get 'Em! + +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Revolver(My love`s a revolver) +(My love's a revolver) + +[Verse: Madonna] +Oops ,I guess I shot ya +My finger`s on the trigga +I had a bullet with ya name on it , click click +I`m a sex pistol +My love should be illegal +Real deal baby +I`m no counterfeit +Click click + +[Hook: Madonna] +Line 'em up +Knock 'em down +My looks can kill +(ay oh ay oh) +My body`s fully loaded +AndIgot more amo +Line 'em up +Knock 'em down +My looks can kill +(ay oh ay oh) +You`re an accessory to murder cause +[Hook] +My love`s a revolver +My sex is a killer +Do you wanna die happy ? +Do you wanna die happy ? +[Repeat x2] +I let it bang bang +I send a bang bang +I send a bang bang +I send a bang bang +My love`s a revolver +My sex is a killer +Do you wanna die happy ? +Do you wanna die happy ? + +[Verse: Lil' Wayne] +Bang +The shooter name is Wayne +The victim didn`t complain +She just screamed 'shoot again' +I gave her extra rounds +My barrell twist around +I am Mr. Shoot-'Em-Down +I leave hearts on the ground +My love is a weapon +And yesIuse it well +ThenIlet the rose petals +Cover up the bullet shell +I never shoot and tell +I only shoot to kill +And that vest ain`t gonna help ya +Even if it`s made of steel +My love is a revolver +Do you wanna be my target ? +Cause i`m a sharp shooter +Matter fact , i`m the sharpest +My aim is so flawless +Girl you could be the farthest +I`mma still shoot my love +Let me know that you caught it +I`m the triggerman I pull it +I will when he wouldn`t +Do you wanna eat the bullet +And I know where to put it +It`s weezy f. baby +I`m shootin like the army +Girl I should be illegal +Betta put the safety on me +Yeah +[Hook: Madonna] +Click click +Line 'em up +Knock 'em down +My looks can kill +(ay oh ay oh) +My body`s fully loaded +AndIgot more amo +Line 'em up +Knock 'em down +My looks can kill +(ay oh ay oh) +You`re an accessory to murder cause + +[Hook] +My love`s a revolver +My sex is a killer +Do you wanna die happy ? +Do you wanna die happy ? +[Repeat x2] +I let it bang bang +I send a bang bang +I send a bang bang +I send a bang bang +My love`s a revolver +My sex is a killer +Do you wanna die happy ? +Do you wanna die happy ? +[Repeat hook & Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Red Magic[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare, ha + +[Verse 1: The Game] +Weezy Baby, tell 'em we amazin' +Better yet an Army, the U.S. Navy +Then tell Slim, I was raised on Cash Money +They can't kick me out of shit, I ain't Dame Dash dummy +I'm the ( ) pass a hundred in that red Ferrari +Me and Weezy Blood brothers, we got red Ferraris +Red tops in the hood, red tops on Bacardi +Red tops on top models at the after party +Before S dot Carter was Brooklyn's step-father +I was getting G money like Nino at the Carter +I was just a baby, like the face on the third Carter +Even had a baby face, like Tracy Evan's baby father +Nigga, so you know what I mean +When I say I get the money like a money machine, yeah +I'm in L.A. Gasol-in' +But when I'm in New Orleans, you can call it Chris Paul-in' +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare, ha + +[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] +Okay, holla at ya blood +It's Big Dog Weezy, in that big dog breezin' +With the wig off, it ain't easy to go this hard +But Weezy go this hard, like pussy right in front me +I get pussy, I get money, I don't get none of ya'll niggas +Like two, three, I'm after every one of ya'll niggas +What am I saying? I'm ahead of all of ya'll niggas +And mine gon' shine like Armor All hit us +Hah! I wear that chopper like a uniform +You bitch niggas never see me like a unicorn +Who the boy make the girls go crazy +I got that Red Magic, unbelievable, amazin' +Hey, it's a beautiful day +I'm feelin' like the father of a sun ray +Like Jamie, Foxx or box like Floyd May' +If the weather right, I play the red box Porsche-ay +C'mon +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare, ha + +[Verse 3: The Game] +We in the house like a home invasion +And this time I'm gon' shine like the chrome on Dayton's +You can wait on Detox or you can have more patience +Baby sip that patrone as we get wasted +Weezy, we sip lean, me I just taste it +We be soakin' up syrup like a waffle house apron +Infrared beam go back to the basement +I'mma street king, ask dude from the Matrix +Yeah, Cash Money in the basement +Me and Slim like the Hot Boys with a face lift +Translation, it's Freddy versus Jason +Who your favorite rapper, me and Weezy will erase them +And if they gettin' money then, we will paper chase them +With beams that glow in the dark like Kanye's stage shit +Then we highjackin' Kanye's spaceship +And land it on the Red Carpet at the VMA's bitch +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare, ha + +[Bridge: Sample from 2Pac's "To Live and Die in LA"] +To live and die in LA, it's the place to be +You gotta be there to know it, where everybody wanna see +To live and die in LA, it's the place to be +You gotta be there to know it, where everybody wanna see +To live and die in LA +To live and die in LA +To live and die in LA +To live and die in LA + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare, ha2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shut Up Bitch Swallow[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Start with straight shots and then pop bottles +Pour it on the models +Shut up bitch, swallow + +[Hook: Lil Wayne]x4 +Shut up bitch, swallow +Shut up bitch, swallow +If you can't swallow +Shut up bitch, gargle (Ya Digg) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Look, I got one in the back +I got one in the front +I make em' do what I say +They tell me say what I wanna +I tell her, get your money girl and just start breathing +Cuz if it ain't about the dough, it ain't about me neither +See a gangster like myself I get that paper on women +Man yo women probably out there with some paper to give me +Listen, you're looking at a real pimp ask my old women +And they tell you no remote, I control women +I'm a whole load put me in the game woman +If he ain't paying, then he shouldn't be playing +I'm saying, broke dudes only make jokes funny +I make more than I can fit in this quote honey +Unquote comes sun soaked with Me Man +Fly you down here and lay you up in my beach house +And if you smile at my girl I'll make her smile back (x2) +[Hook: Lil Wayne]x7 +Shut up bitch, swallow +Shut up Bitch, swallow +If you can't swallow +Shut up bitch, gargle (Ya Digg) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Check this out +(Car Alarm Goes Off)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Army Gunz[Refrain] +Yeah yeah yeah, I got army guns +Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I got army guns +Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I-I got army guns +Yeah yeah yeah, I-I-I-I-I got army guns +Now you know I play it like a pro in the game x4 + +[Verse 1] +Okay, I'm out here, you niggas done started it, you ordered it +Bullet find a home in ya arteries, pardon me +But them niggas won't touch not a part of me, bet on it +Them niggas belong in a sorority, ain't that a bitch +Burn they bodies up for the authorities, no evidence +You gone stop fuckin' with them warriors from New Orleans +And, I really think that it'd be better if +I just hit your block with that beretta and hop out and let her rip +Let her bang, let her bust, etcetera, etcetera +You niggas is scared of the, southern part of America +Here it come, got a gun, never come without one +Niggas wanna ball, so I guess I gotta bounce 'em +Smokin' on an ounce of that shit from the mountains +People say I need to stop, no I need a counselor +And down here you are gonna need a chopper +And I'mma need a lawyer, and you gon' need a doctor (Why? Because...) + +[Refrain] +[Verse 2] +Get at em we hit 'em up if they rattin' +Niggas ain't fuckin' with the boy them niggas softer than satin +I'm feeling awful and aggy, yes I walk with the maggy +I tell him park in a alley, and leave 'em parked in the alley +Niggas talking about me, but they ain't talking it at me +Cause if they talkin' it at me, then I'm just talking to caskets +All that talking is pussy bitch you better make ya words strong +Cause the shit gettin' chiseled on ya tombstone +What they do I got a chopper in the UHaul +Make a real nigga bring it back to '92 dog +Bring his ass to the river drop the fool off +Hope he can swim with them concrete shoes on +I got the gun right beside me who don't +Got beef homie I was just getting hungry +When you come bitch you better bring an army +We can do it in the streets and throw a gansgta party nigga (Why? Because...) + +[Refrain] + +[Verse 3] +Thirty shots in the clip, nigga let's trip +Line 'em up, put 'em down on the guest list +These niggas 'bout to make me go Rambo +I'mma take the shit as far as it can go +War is the answer if ya questioning the general +Snap shots at you baby you are just a centerfold +And less Kenny Cole, niggas seem plenty bold +Pull that bitch out alright don't make me get my fishin' pole +Them niggas hoes, really doe +I would swing down there with any O, Forty-Fo' and let 'em go +Let 'em know, that I ain't never been sweet and won't be +Yes I'll be right here on the ground when you want me +Make a nigga have to come back like Rufus Mack +Thomas bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact +And I ain't never killed no one, Jack +But I'm honest bitch I promise I'll kill ya and that's a fact (Why? Because...) +[Refrain]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Motivation[Verse: Lil Wayne] +You won't be out in the streets +Mouth full of blood, and a soul full of heat +A house full of thugs, and the orders will be like; +"Don't leave 'til you get all of the Ki's" +Head full of holes, and your blood on my sneaks +Like "These is $650, your blood too cheap." +Me, I'm from New Orleans, where we hustle in the heat +And enough work to have the cops hustlin' for me, shit +Little city, but ain't nothin' here for free +I'm a Uptown nigga, put my money by my teeth, yeah +And its magic whenever I hear the beat +But give me a hundred Ki's, y'all will never hear from me, shit +Young Money, and the leverage is deep +I am better than I ever been, that other shit was weak +Fuck makin' it in the industry, I made it in the streets +Now my eyes is arms, and I'm taking what I see, nigga + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +C'yeah! You can get got on the spot +Shot in the club parking lot from the AK +I'm shootin' 'til the trigger get hot +I pull my sleeve over my hand, and then spray +Don't come with no revolvers, (Revolvers?) +Don't come with no revolvers, (Revolvers?) +Don't come with no revolvers, please +Cause these thing over 50 a piece1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Nigga[Verse: Lil Wayne] +I'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga +Jump in front of a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga +On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga +Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga +Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many niggas +Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels +I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle +Drivin' something that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple +And I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no ho +And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door +Hope you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas +When it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my fuckin' niggas +I kill for my motherfuckin' niggas, vice versa +Eyes red from the kush I blew, white person +Got my middle finger on the trigger +And with my little finger to you niggas +I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas +Except my niggas +[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne] +I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga +Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger +I've been grindin outside all day with my niggas +And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my nigga +My nigga, my nigga +My nigga, my nigga (My motherfuckin' niggas!) +My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) +My nigga, my nigga3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Need Some Quiet[Hook] +Mama you wine fine +Mama you, mama you +Mama, mama you wine fine +We need some quiet time +Mama you wine fine +Mama you wine fine +And on the hush hush +We need some quiet time + +[Verse 1] +I get, I get +I, I, I get so deep in that pussy, I touch the back of your soul +You got a man, I bet I can make you pack up and roll +Yeah, let's ride like we attached to the road +And if we on the same track, I hope we crash and explode +Yeah, where do the passionate go +I beat it up forever, girl I'll take a national oath +Nobody know what goes on behind the latch on the door +And if you throw it to me baby, I will catch it and score +Yea, yeah +I beat that +I be running right when she call me +She got that shit I just can't avoid +She so addictive +And she know that I do anything that she tell me +I am her personal sex toy +And then, I pop the bottle of that Cris +I had a glass, she had a glass +I had a glass, she had a glass again +Ya know, then she was ready, got to it +One time, two times, hit me up and I tap that ass again +And I told her +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Say girl... +I see ya walkin like the cameras on ya +I love ya backshots +I'm like a crackhead, and you got your crack out +See, we got chemistry baby, we like cat and mouse +You blow my brains out, I blow ya back out +Now what is that about +You got me sweatin you so hard I'm bout to pass out +And we could do it on the beach, in the grass house +Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house +Uh-huh +I know what I'm doin, I'm on it until the mornin +Hop on it until it's foamin, I bone it better than homie +I want it better than homie, come on get on this pony +I put my name on it, I own it +That's right +Pin ya to the wall, give ya couple of back bites +Give ya couple of thigh bites +Then here comes the highlight +I could make ya act rrright +Take a ten minute break, then get back right +And then I told her +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Yeah, I told her +Ya mama gotta be a model, or sum'n +And if you was a wine bottle, I'm drunk +She dancin on me like it's just us +Girl, you could make a nigga pay ya rent for six months +Shyeah, I ain't lyin girl +I could make ya little pussy start cryin girl +You on fire, girl +You know the fireman could put out the fire, girl +Are those applebottom jeans ya wearin? +She said these is Donna Karen +So tight, she can't even let air in +Man, I swear, I saw a blind man starin +No lie, and I hope she take her clothes off +So we can do it 'til we doze off +We fall asleep with our clothes off +When we wake up, we pick up where we left off +And then I tell her + +[Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pump That Bass[Lil Wayne] +Hahah..Yeeah, we're all here.. +What it do like, just look at it what it is, what it do +(Pump That Bass) + +Okay I step up in this bitch I see 'em look at me +I must be water cause women drown when they look at me +Court is now in order baby girl throw the book at me +I do life and make ya my wife +I can be your blanket baby girl I'm your security +Underneath the blanket it's gonna be a conspiracy +Offer me to manage, not takin off ya panties +But I do life if I touch his wife +But she wanna get right, so we do it all night till the woman is like +On my mic, that's a 1-2 check, check for a sound byte, right +Now she ready to spit +If she can swallow her pride then she swallowin' this +I tell her hop up inside that Murcielago, hit the radio and +(Pump that bass) + +Yeah +Ay, the rims may offend you on the shit I slide into, fuck you +Bring it to the Dezzy tell ya be cool +Ahem, hold all the pistols, roll by the cops and +(Pump that bass) +Sittin on the corner lookin' like a owner +Talkin' to the owner, ye my price blown up +All in the strip club, never get a boner +Only get hard for D'oh! I'm Homer +And you're a simp son, and I'm a pimp son +And she ain't comin' to the crib till her friend come +We gettin' money over here you need to get some +Out comes the po, steal from my income +Outside where we take it if ya mouth run +Southside where I'm from, that's where ya bitch come +Yeah baby, I pedal the floors up and I'm lettin' the doors up when I +(Pump that bass) +Yeah +Ay, whatchu know about jeans from Japan +Hand made with the brand on the seam of the pants +And the steam in the seam of the pants also +And the steam, letter B on so don't go no where +Got plenty, more here and there +The shoes I wear you don't own a pair +Get it clear like a mirror, that's why ya girlfriend stare +Just been elected the president's here +Cheers, cheers, tangerine tequila, no beers +Ye, I like this here +Wit Ciara on the track it's music to my ears +That's when I go to the store and I ask for a Philly +If they don't have a Philly, I ask for a Swisha +If they don't have a swisha, I ask for.. +That's when I ask for, that's when I ask for a Dutchey! +I ask for a Dutchey, they gotta have a Dutchey +I don't smoke backwoods I just smoke Dutcheys +And mama over there say she gon' fuck me +But, but naw she can't touch me +Cuz my girl is lookin' way good2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pill Poppin AnimalIma pill poppin animal [ricky ross] +Syrup syrup, syrup syrup, [cash money] +Syrup syrup, syrup syrup sippin nigga +Syrup syrup sippin + +Im a pill poppin animal +Syrup sippin nigga +Im so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna + +Im a pill poppin animal +Syrup sippin nigga +Syrup syrup sippin nigga +Syrup syrup sippin nigga + +Im a pill poppin animal +Syrup sippin nigga +Im so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna + +Ima pill poppin animal +Syrup sippin nigga +Syrup syrup sippin nigga +Syrup syrup sippin nigga + +Im a pill poppin animal +Syrup sippin nigga +Im so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna +Feelin like a million bucks +Fillin up a philly blunt +Feelin on your bitch +If you dont like it i dont give a fuck +She know whats on my mind by the way a nigga look at her + +She lookin at my watch if you dont like you should get you one +Love to make her ass bounce just to get the dick hard +Stickin on a double stack your rollin wit a rich boy +Make it do tha helicopter ????? +Tell it to the teleprompter you can tell em seven ??? +Fifty grand in dolla bills +Call em nigga hollywood +Time to make a movie +Then its time to get up outta here +Sittin on fours +Sippin on gold +Tussin X no ice but,the lean is so cold +(I'm So High) +Im a pill poppin animal +Syrup sippin nigga +Syrup syrup sippin nigga +Syrup syrup sippin nigga + +Im a pill poppin animal +Syrup sippin nigga +Im so high you couldn't reach me with a fuckin antenna +Im a pill poppin animal +Syrup sippin nigga +Syrup syrup sippin nigga +Syrup syrup sippin nigga + +Im a pill poppin animal +Syrup sippin nigga +Im so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Zoom Freestyle[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Weezy bad, nah really I'm good +Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood +And you better know the Tec live under my seat +Put you in the ground, now you live under my feet +All white diamonds on the front of my teeth +And you better put the O in front of my G +The bullshit they talking doesn't come to my knee +I'm like a linebacker, don't run it by me +My two best friends will accompany me +And right now they are in my dungarees 'sleep +One named Mack, one named Nina +They hit you, make you do the Macarena, where your tool? +You gon' need it like a muhfucker +And I am so New Orleans like a muhfucker +Its Young Money and we eating, get your own supper +Make me go off in the trunk, get that bone crusher + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Tec's, AK's, I leave the scene ugly +Chest, head, face, arms, legs, stomach +I never been afraid, I ain't scared of nothin' +Cause I got my thing, my thing, my thing +And that bitch go boom, boom boom +Boom, boom, boom +You hear them girls like ooh, ooh ooh +Ooh, ooh, ooh +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +They like the way I ball, they call me hot sauce +They know I keep that toaster, you can be my Pop-Tart +I never had height, but boy I got heart +And I ain't gotta speak, I just let my car talk +I got more clips than any movie you saw +I pull up on you like I need some Grey Poupon +Hard hat? No, but I got the tool on +And you should be my paper if ever the tool is drawn +Flow retarded, when I spit, I get my drool on +I don't rap, I just shit like a newborn +I don't write, I just spit like a tooth gone +So tell them haters cut it out like a coupon +How come that chopper sound like a nuke bomb? +Little nigga gotta hold that bitch with two arms +I got the heat, the fire, and the lukewarm +I'm on your heels like a shoe horn + +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love You Right[Intro] +I hear you talking mad shit (Wayne) +I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right (Cherlise) +I hope you walking like you talking girl +Yeah you balking like a bad bitch haha (Wayne) +I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right (Cherlise) +And this called a dog's world (Wayne) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Hi, I'm Tunechi, I'm triple exclusive +I beat the pussy up, abusive +I'm hotter than Lucif' +I'm cooler than Doritos in the blue bag +Oh that's your old man? +Girl you need a new man +I ain't hating, I'm just speaking my mind +And if you ever wanna leave +I got a tree you could climb +Girl your man ain't shit, so fuck that nigga +Just put on your poker face +And straight flush that shit + +[Hook: Cherlise] +And I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right +She don't kiss you right, she don't touch you right +And I could give you everything that you want tonight +If you want tonight, I put you on tonight +And I ain't hating but I know she don't love you right +She don't kiss you right, she don't touch you right +And I could give you everything that you want tonight +If you want tonight, I put you on tonight +Yeahhh + +[Verse 2: Cherlise] +You can keep your credit cards, but don't buy out the bar +'Cuz I'm just trying to see what's in your hair, yeah +I ain't one of these broads, who you be breaking off +I'd rather hit you up on game instead, yeah +I hear a lot of talk but it ain't a lot of walk +And I'm the type of girl that you'll improve, yeah +I need a special kind of dude, yeah +So holla at me if it's you, yeah + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Cherlise] +I know you thinking you the man, but you should understand +You need something better hanging on your arm, yeah +So here's your chance to, change up your plans boo +Holla at me, my love is the bomb, yeah +I give you something that you can't say no to +Something that you can't refuse, yeah +So don't be acting like you really don't want to +Just man up and make a move, yeah +[Hook] + +[Bridge: Cherlise] +I promise to be right here baby +Whenever you call me +I'll never keep you waiting for long +Baby, I'll drive you crazy +I'll make sure every night +My body's close and warm +Close to home + +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let’s Talk[Intro: Lil Wayne & Lenny Williams] +Let's talk it over now +Ahem +Let's talk it over now +Hey, princess +Yeah, you +Oh, baby +Streetrunner +Um... + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Knew I would love you like a fat kid love food +Knew I would score like Shaq did in school +Knew I was stupid, knew I looked like a big fool +I must have had the flu, I thought that shit was cool +Knew you would fall in love with me and the shit I do +But never knew you would murder me—what did I do? +Knew you was right for me, knew I was right for you +Knew I would help you sell, knew I would write for you +Knew I would keep you well, knew I would fight for you +Knew I would pull out my heart and bring it right to you +You knew all about me, baby +But you wasn't about me, baby, damn... +Young Wayne, prepare for change +'Cause it seems like girlie don't care the same +You had my chain, you beared my name +Then, we had champagne +[Hook: Lenny Williams] +Let's drink a toast +To you and me +Let's drink a toast to our love +And the way it's supposed to be, oh, oh, oh, oh + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Other people telling me I fell off +Other people telling me; I felt y'all +Mama tellin' me I should at least call +My mind tellin' me, "She should at least call" +Felt like I was at the bottom of the seesaw +Felt like I was at the bottom of the seashore +But you got to let her be, boy +And when you open up your eyes, I hope you see more +And when I see you, I see detours +Don't need to be depressed anymore +Baby girl, I need more +Now, run your mouth 'til your knees sore + +[Bridge: Lenny Williams] +Let's talk it over, let's talk it over, let's talk it over now +Let's talk it over, let's talk it over, let's talk it over now +Let's talk it over, let's talk it over, let's talk it over now + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Ugh, five karats on her finger, got her hand smitten +But everybody get a ring, even Scottie Pippen +Everybody got a thing, but I guess mine isn't +What my vision +So I just sits in my Lamborghini, let my top vibe with me +Kick back and get high with me, chyeah +And if she still get me +I hope my wife know she got a playa for life +And that's no bullshitting, heh +I push love to its full limits +Do a hundred-ninety in the lane called "Memory" +And I know you in that lane with me +But when the light change, you didn't change with it +And now, I'm honking my horn +Got to get that dead grass off of my lawn +As I mose' on +The champagne's never froz-on, as it pours on the floor +[Hook: Lenny Williams] +Let's drink a toast +To you and me +Let's drink a toast to our love +And the way it's supposed to be, oh, oh, oh, oh2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lisa Marie[Verse 1] +She said her name was Lisa Marie +And she was a beast +Woman so bad, it's illegal to speak +She say she like me and she was eager to meet +And I was just as eager as eager as she +Body so sick you can eat off her feet +Go to the hospital, die in a week +She say she was a model, well obviously +'Cause I can sure picture her between my sheets +Baby was a flower with rose pedal cheeks +And every time she talk it's like a gold medal speech +Intelligent, she should teach +And if so +I will be a nerd like screech + +[Pre-Chorus] +I told her I would write a rhyme about her and it would be sweet +I said I need the perfect track, she said, "That's deep" +I worked on it all night didn't get no sleep +Now here is my song and this is the beat + +[Chorus] +This is the beat, this is, this is the beat +And here is my song about Lisa Marie +She- she- she said her name was Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +[Verse 2] +She said her name was Lisa Marie and she was discreet +Her picture's in the dictionary next to elite +I told her we can get away we can retreat +Cut off my arms put 'em on her seat +Cut off my legs put 'em on her head +So I could run through her mind like she does mine +And every time she smile it make me feel like a child +In the supermarket on the candy aisle +I saw a picture of her with her panties down +I fall asleep and dream, I'm a camera now +I would love to be the water in her shower +Or one of her bath towels + +[Pre-Chorus] +I told her I would write a rhyme about her and it would be sweet +I said I need the perfect track, she said, "That's deep" +I worked on it all night didn't get no sleep +Now here is my song and this is the beat + +[Chorus] +This is the beat, this is, this is the beat +And here is my song about Lisa Marie +She- she- she said her name was Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +[Verse 3] +She said her name was Lisa Marie and she was a piece +A piece of fine art like a piece of the leak +She was unique, exquisite +Like x y z, she was complete +And I think she like butterflies +Because she got one on her upper thigh +And her face is like summertime +Birthday the same month as mine with a different sign +Virgo, I go wherever her go +If she say so I'm on her like a fur coat +In November, she colder than December +She got me fallin' like timber + +[Pre-Chorus] +I told her I would write a rhyme about her and it would be sweet +I said I need the perfect track, she said, "That's deep" +I worked on it all night didn't get no sleep +Now here is my song and this is the beat + +[Chorus] +This is the beat, this is, this is the beat +And here is my song about Lisa Marie +She- she- she said her name was Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie +Li- Lisa Marie2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Light Up[Intro: Timbaland] +There's nothing wrong with getting your body going + +[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland] +And light up like a motherfucker hot +And light up when this motherfucker drops +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado +And light up, lock and motherfuckin' load +And light up, let this motherfucker glow +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado + +[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake] +And let me hit that before it goes out +Don't be so, so stingy (Just pass it on the left) +And let me hit that before it goes out +Ooh, like a motherfucker hot (Now everybody put one in the air) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Let's go, I did this one for the stone-heads +And the motherfuckers with the strong weed +Oh shit, my weed man's phone dead +See that's why I need to start growing my own weed +I'm like, "Oh my goodness, I don't smoke bullshit" +If you sober, don't judge me, leave it up to the jury +Smoke medicinal weed like I'm tryna cure shit +And I feel better than alligators with good skin +She roll my weed for me, hold my weed for me +She hold that shit, them other bitches got weak stomachs +I don't smoke hookah, I don't know the future +But last night was nuts, and it never got neutered +It go, "Smell it like you buy it, light it, hit it +Mix it with the hash, now we getting scientific +Psychedelic grass, I feel like the highest cricket +Just a pot-head, weed stinking like a pot to piss in," holla at me +[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland] +And light up like a motherfucker hot +And light up when this motherfucker drops +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado +And light up, lock and motherfuckin' load +And light up, let this motherfucker glow +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado + +[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake] +And let me hit that before it goes out +Don't be so, so stingy (Just pass it on the left) +And let me hit that before it goes out +Ooh, like a motherfucker hot (Now everybody put one in the air) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Okay, I'm smokin' strong, we smokin' strong +Living that pot head life, my nigga, my stove is on +I got them suicide doors, and they look like open arms +My nigga T in this bitch, I save all my rolls just for him +Okay, my pusher stay lowkey, my kush is a OG +I don't smoke regular like I don't eat whole wheat +I don't smoke mid neither, I got two bad bitches +Named Indica and Sativa, and we 'bout to have a threesome +Alright, I'ma need a light +My high coming down, I feel like I'm eating right +Marijuana should be legal, I'ma fight for equal rights +"I think I can, I think I can," got a nigga thinking twice +Coming straight from Cloud 9 like a lightning strike +Hit the blunt two times, then go nighty-night +She just want to open up, girl, hit this blunt and be you +She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that's all that we do," yeah +[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland] +And light up like a motherfucker hot +And light up when this motherfucker drops +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado +And light up, lock and motherfuckin' load +And light up, let this motherfucker glow +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado + +[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake] +And let me hit that before it goes out +Don't be so, so stingy (Just pass it on the left) +And let me hit that before it goes out +Ooh, like a motherfucker hot (Now everybody put one in the air) + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Timbaland] +I get my weed from the west, where the weed is the best +I take a hit and inhale and take the deepest of breaths +I'm a hippie, my nigga, I be like, "Peace and respect" +And be the same motherfucker that'll beat you to death, oh +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado (Alright) +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado (Woo) +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky (JT, holla at me back) +[Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland] +And light up like a motherfucker hot +And light up when this motherfucker drops +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado +And light up, lock and motherfuckin' load +And light up, let this motherfucker glow +Rocky, Rocky Mountain high, Colorado +Rocky, Rocky, Rocky Mountain, Mountain high, Colorado + +[Outro: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland] +And let me hit that before it goes out +(Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum... Bu-bu-bu-bu) +(Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum... Bu-bu-bu-bu)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She’s a Ryder[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yup, yeahhh +She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, for me +Now I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what you've been told +But all I know, all I know, all I know is that you been warned +About my girl - she's a killa, she's a killa, she's bad, she's bad, oh God +She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder +And she rydin' for me, and she rydin' for me, and she rydin' for me +She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder +And she rydin' for me, rydin' for me + +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +Ugh, yeah she a ryder like a lady in a wheelchair +Louise V. purse on her arm, she keep the steel there +She gon' hold me down if the feds come and get me +And I'mma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence + +The devil wears Prada bitch, she rydin' for me, you don't want problems bitch +She about it, bitch, and she keep it real +And she owns two twin pumps like a pair of heels +No Nicole Richie, no Paris Hil', just my gangsta +Boy she'll spin you like a Ferris wheel + +Takin' money and she bring it home to me, nigga +Yeah she's a ryder and she rydin' for me nigga +[Lil Wayne - Hook] x2 +She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder +And she rydin' for me, and she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me, rydin' for me +She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder +And she rydin for me, rydin' for me, for me +Now I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what you've been told +But I know, but I know, oh I know that you been warned +About my girl - she's a killa, she's a killa, she's bad, she's bad, oh God + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Shawty hold the work for me +Shawty hold my gun for me +Shawty take Daddy Dick +Shawty never run from me +Shawty know what I like +But Shawty do it how I love it +Shawty hold me down when all them other bitches wasn't +[Repeat] +Shawty never argued 'bout a bitch or nothin' +Shawty know she number one +Fuck them other bitch's number +Let them other bitches wonder + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I don't know, what you been told +But I know, that you've been warned +About my girl, about my girl, about my girl, about my girl +She's a ryder, she's a ryder +And she rydin' with me, and she rydin' with me +She's a ryder, yeah, yeahhh +Rydin' for me +Oh she's a ryder +And she's rydin' with me +Young Mullah baby2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +One Way Trip[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Beat the beat up 'til the beat get punchdrunk +Drown in my flow motherfucker bring your swimmin' trunks +Everybody say they just do it, well I just don't +Times do change motherfucker but the gun don't +Woke up this morning with my dick to the ceilin' +Fell asleep with another chick from my buildin' +Kick her ass out and have breakfast like a muh'fucker +I'm with another bitch by supper +Yeah, me and hate that's an odd couple +Hehe, you niggas fake you wouldn't pop bubbles +You can act stupid, bitch, I'm dumber +And T. Barker is my motherfuckin drummer +Let's go! + +[Refrain: Kevin Rudolf] +I'm fallin' down a landslide +On a one-way trip to you +You want me to take you for a ride +Well let's see what you can do +And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh +And I know just what to do +Because I'm fallin down a landslide +On a one-way trip to you + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I been doin' this shit +And you know what they say about the shoe if it fit! Haha +Have a ball 'til I fall though +And if I die today I bet the world end tomorrow +It's fucked up how you ain't never me +And I got blind money, money you will never see +And only in the mirror's where you'll find a better me +I make money and my fingers make the letter B +I'm very sick, very sicker than you +And when I play sick, I'm Jordan with the flu, yeah! +Then I become a motherfucker +And my nigga Travis Barker is my drummer +Motherfucker, let's go! +[Refrain: Kevin Rudolf] +I'm fallin' down a landslide +On a one-way trip to you +You want me to take you for a ride +Well let's see what you can do +And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh +And I know just what to do +Because I'm fallin down a landslide +On a one-way trip to you + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Uhh +I get better with time and time is forever +So just sit back and watch my time get better +So check your watch, I'm strong as Scotch +Papa was a rollin' stone, I was born to rock +Tell it like it is, shit I don't know when it isn't +To be or not to be; shit, I don't know my decision +I don't know how I made it for this long in this condition +Cause my flow so sick I shoulda died in the first verse +Mr. Dr. Carter with my hand up a nurse skirt +Suck me like soup and I'ma eat you like surf n' turf +Hah! Just let me know when you comin +And my motherfuckin nigga T. Barker keep drummin +Let's go! +[Refrain: Kevin Rudolf] +I'm fallin' down a landslide +On a one-way trip to you +You want me to take you for a ride +Well let's see what you can do +And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh +And I know just what to do +Because I'm fallin down a landslide +On a one-way trip to you + +[Outro: Kevin Rudolf] +On a one way trip to you +On a one way trip to you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +When They Come For Me[Hook] +And tell them boys +I'll be here when they come for me +Me and every single nigga +That got love for me +See, I got money on my mind +But the haters won't leave me alone +So I'm ridin' every day +With every pistol that I own +Tell 'em I'll be here when they come for me +Me and every single nigga +That got love for me +See, I got money on my mind +But the haters won't leave me alone +So I'm ridin' every day with every pistol +Every day with every pistol + +[Verse 1] +Nigga you done fucked up +Nigga back the fuck down +I don't care where I go +I don't care who you know +Don't care about what you say +I'll put them words back down your throat +I don't care where you stay +Nigga I'm from Uptown +I gotta get 'em Slim +They talkin' beef to me +They just a bunch of bitches +They talkin' sweet to me +Pussy niggas +I guess I gotta eat pussy +I put a hole in 'em +Now that's a deep pussy +The cops hate me +But a star is born +The streets love me +But how long will they mourn +I'm a real nigga +Say real nigga thangs +Bullet don't have no name +[Hook] +And tell them boys +I'll be here when they come for me +Me and every single nigga +That got love for me +See, I got money on my mind +But the haters won't leave me alone +So I'm ridin' every day +With every pistol that I own +Tell 'em I'll be here when they come for me +Me and every single nigga +That got love for me +See, I got money on my mind +But the haters won't leave me alone +So I'm ridin' every day with every pistol +Every day with every pistol + +[Verse 2] +Look, I never fold +Man, I just take my chance +I let life deal +And I just play my hand +Protection off safety +I look straight ahead +"I got them niggas, Weezy" +That's what the .380 said +You gotta play in the field to get paid +And then you gotta go lay +In that bed that you made +It's Cash Money +This the army brigade +And I'm spittin' like I ate a grenade +I'm dippin' in the 8 with the fade +With the wing in the butt +Yeah, put the wings up +And straight show 'em my guts +Yuck +Ain't my swagger so mean +And I know how to operate that machine +Brrrrrtt +[Hook] +I'll be here when they come for me +Me and every single nigga +That got love for me +See, I got money on my mind +But the haters won't leave me alone +So I'm ridin' everyday +With every pistol that I own +Tell 'em I'll be here when they come for me +Me and every single nigga +That got love for me +See, I got money on my mind +But the haters won't leave me alone +So I'm ridin' everyday with every pistol +Everyday with every pistol +Yeah + +[Verse 3] +Aim at his brain +Make a nigga learn +And if that's chopper bullets +Then they supposed to burn +And if you've been in jail +I never saw a cell +But I come from New Orleans +Yeah, right there under Hell +I tell my gal "Don't you worry 'bout nothin' +But see, these niggas want me dead +So hold me tight when ya fuck me" +I told her +"I'm strapped, I'm a rider, girl +And I'mma shoot from every side +Like Around The World" +Believe that, and you can tell 'em bring the whole gang +I'm gon' get you with that automatic touchin' errthang +Nigga, it's the Birdman, JR. — Pure Pain +You just a curb stain +[Hook] +And tell them boys +I'll be here when they come for me +Me and every single nigga +That got love for me +See, I got money on my mind +But the haters won't leave me alone +So I'm ridin' everyday +With every pistol that I own +Tell 'em I'll be here when they come for me +Me and every single nigga +That got love for me +See, I got money on my mind +But the haters won't leave me alone +So I'm ridin' everyday with every pistol +Everyday with every pistol12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sleepless[Intro] +Angels, Witches +Angels, Witches + +[Verse 1] +Demonic, exotic, exotic, demonic +I pop Oxycodone like antibiotic +Textin' my phone, right now I'm on molly +It got me perspiring like I'm in Somalia +I should be more careful, right now I be wildin' +I could be more helpful, could not be more stylish +She could be my devil, she might be my goddess +It could be Satanic, it might be platonic +I tip my hat to her, she'd rather dollars +I drip a bath for her, she'd rather shower +She turned her back on me, I just massage her +Knew we were a match, didn't know we started fires +A bird is a plane? If it is, it's a private +Swerve in the lane, she either hit me or dodgin' +Meet me at the crossroads in the middle of rush hour +On end of the road, boys and men don't die + +[Chorus] +Yeah, angels and witches (Angels and witches) +Bengals and kittens, swingers and hitters (Yeah) +Singles and sinners (Yeah) +Ankles, physicians, the pictures, the painters (Buh) +The sick one, the sane one (Yeah) +The lit one, the lame one, the mistress, the main one (Buh) +The witch and the angel (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +You got me sleepless, sleepless in Miami (Yeah) +You got me twinkling, so bright, bitches tanning (Yeah) +You got me thinkin' that love may be magic (Yeah) +You got me beefing with your baby daddy (Pew) +You got me sleepless, sleepless in Miami (Yeah) +You got me sleepless when I'm on a xanny (Yeah) +You got me sleepless, it might be the Addy +You got me creepin' inside my own mansion +(But you got me sleepless, sleepless in Miami) +You got me sneakin' and I got you snapping +When we be sleeping, you topless, no panties +You let me sleep right behind you, you nasty +You let me sleep, deep inside you, you savage +We never sleep, when we try, we get nasty (Yeah) +You never dream, if you do, I'ma catch you +You say don't skeet, if I do you gon' catch it, you nasty + +[Chorus] +Yeah, angels and witches (Angels and witches) +Bengals and kittens, swingers and hitters (Yeah) +Singles and sinners (Yeah) +Ankles, physicians, the pictures, the painters (Buh) +The sick one, the sane one (Yeah) +The lit one, the lame one, the mistress, the main one (Buh) +Witches and angels (Yeah) +[Bridge] +You got me sleepless (Sleepless) +Sleepless in Miami (In Miami) +Yeah, you cut me deep, yeah +Deep in thought while I'm deep inside of you +Damn, that's deep (That's deep) + +[Verse 3] +Hate me, love me, love me, hate me +Kiss me, bite me, suck me, taste me +Been around the world and [?] I can't find my baby +I've been lookin' for the right one +Play one, wife one, main one, side one +Got a angel that I gotta die for +Adam, Eve, apple cider +Angel be killing me softly (Softly) +The witch, she be makin' it hard for me (Hard for me) +The witch on my broom, can't get off of it (Off of it) +She wear her halo with two horns through it (Woah) +Flap your wings, them shits vanilla white (Oh) +Feathers everywhere, no pillow fight (Oh) +My morning angel and my witch at night +Give me kiss of death, now I feel alive + +[Bridge] +Angels, witches +Angels, witches (Angels) +Dangerous bitches (Bitches) +Angels and witches (Witches) +Angels and witches +Witches and angels (Angels) +Pretty and painful (Painful) +Pretty and painful, angels and witches +Deranged and delicious (Delicious) +Deranged and delicious +Strippers and strangers +Witches and angels +[Chorus] +Yeah, angels and witches, anus and titties +Bengals and kittens, swingers and hitters (Yeah) +Singles and sinners (Yeah) +The angel, the witch or the witch and the angel +The sick one, the sane one (Yeah) +The lit one, the lame one, the mistress, the main one +The witch and the angel8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Bizzy[Intro: DJ Drama] +See you niggas killin' me man +Did you think I don't hear you talkin'? +Like "Why Wayne and Dram' workin'? +Didn't wayne dis Dram'? +Didn't dram' dis wayne?" (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!) +See ya'll niggas just wait til I turn around then talk about me +Fool-ass niggas +But I'll do this for ya'll +Ya'll ain't learned that? HAHAHAHA + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Weezy F. bitch, I'm tired of y'all hatin' +I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol-takin' mothafuckers +I'm the man, just ask your old lady +Like a true gentleman, I'm after your lady +I'm a massacre waitin' to happen, fuck all this rappin', boy +I get to cappin', leave you with holes like a napkin, man +He gon need napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave +I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage, step in my cage +Picture on my page, printed in the best book +Come up out my left pocket with a left hook +Mama said knock ya out, money made me block ya out +I got the game on lock, and I lock ya out +My jewelery singin' like a opera house +I brought that drop-top Phantom of the Opera out +Yeah, "Get Silly," not stupid man +Never save a ho, she better ask Soulja Boy to Superman +You can bet when I sleep, I'm Poloed down, head to feet +Polo horses on my sheets, I get that from Pimp C +Tall cup of DJ Screw, sippin' on a pint of Big Moe +Sharper than a tack ho, you can keep the tic toe +Yeah, red scarf on my neck +Red diamonds lookin' like red barf on my neck, ugh +And to my Bs, nigga, "Soo-woo" +Cause I be with more Bs than Juju- +Big bro, I'm a big dog +And I don't mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off +Haha, nigga, I don't ever scratch +And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch +Type of soldier on some sketch that shit +I'ma draw that pistol, make your chest a tablet +You are just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot +Young Money mothafucker, but the money so not +[Interlude: Gudda Gudda] +It's Young Money, nigga! + +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +Sick with' it, hard body like Iron Mike +The flow is C4, I drop bombs like dynamite +You niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike'n Ikes +Bob Barker with the Phantom white, cause my price is right +Hit the club nigga, then I leave with' two dykes tonight +Let my niggas cut them up, they gon' get a slice tonight +Nigga peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right +Blind everybody in this motherfuckin spot tonight +Superman, blowing on a Swisher full of kryptonite +Got the wolves with' me here, I'm howling in this bitch tonight +Niggas say they hard body, but I can't tell +Nigga, you can get yo shit cracked like a crab shell +You want war with' the boys, so be it +We in all red like the fuckin Soviet Army +Rush a bitch, nigga if he talking crazy +Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rider[Intro] +Hahahahaa +Oh you we +Young Weezy Baby +Owwohh + +[Hook] +I won't deny it, I'm a fuckin' rider +And you don't wanna fuck with me, ha +But I bet she gon' wanna fuck with me +Cause who wouldn't wanna fuck with me +Now I can't tell you shit 'bout the next man +But he ain't got nothin' on me +So baby, you should bury him +And just marry me, just marry me + +[Verse 1] +Ok, I'm looking for a redbone +And when I get her, I'mma tap it like a fed-phone +And shorty talk about her man, she said she tired of him +I said, well baby I'mma have you tryin' to hide from him +And if its Weezy then the women wanna lie to him +And I'mma give it to em, mama said give it to em +So I'mma give it to her just the way she want it +I said girl I'm tryin to put my name on it +I'm tryin to own it +Welcome to my ranch, and I'mma act a donkey +From the mornin, to the night, to the mornin +And if you back it up, then I'mma jump on it +[Hook 2] +I said I won't deny her +Shorty is a rider +And she gon ride for me +I said she lookin like my Bride to be +I take one knee +Let me take one knee +And I said, baby will you marry me +We live ever after happily +Just the way it's supposed to be +Just you and me +Just you and me + +[Verse 2] +Haa +Yeah shorty said she want a rider +And I could be that image, more like a provider +I can provide her +And if you lookin for me I'm probably inside her +You only like her +I'm tryin to wife her +See I'm a lighter, and she's my fire +See we are tighter than grip pliers +She gets me higher, higher than my purp +Shortie's so bright when you look at her make your eyes hurt +Better get a visor +Oh yeah shes cold yeah shes cooler than an iceberg +Fuck what you might heard +You only like her, I'm tryin to wife her +[Hook] +And I said I won't deny her, shorty is a rider +And she gon ride for me +I said she lookin like my Bride to be +I take one knee, let me take one knee +And I said, baby will you marry me +We live ever after happily +Just the way that it's supposed to be +Just you and me, just you and me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hot Revolver (Extended Edition)[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Young Mullah Baby +Young Mullah Baby + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +She sayin +"Do you have the time +To listen to me whine?" +She askin +"Whos on the other line?" +You diss me everytime +I tell em, "baby im a star +Shit, I'm above a star" +And now +I done got so high +I did forgotten +Who you are (are,are) +Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh +Ah ah +Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh +Im in love with you +But I can't be with you +Tomorrow Ill be back up on the first flight +Right up out of town + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Young mullah baby +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I think I'm a Spaceship +Girl I gotta drop your ass off +(oh oh eh eh) +Last night +Ya we were spaced girl +You love it +Girl I gotta take off +(oh oh eh eh) +Cause I'mma be here next week +So call your company +& take off +Oh oh oeh oh oh eh +Cause she say "Wayne Wayne" +So she got me all impatient +Cry me a river +I can hear my conscious +While I say aloud + +Hook: Dre +Boy you got a problem +(a problem) +And you ain't foolin no one, but yourself +(but yourself) +You're like a hot revolver +(a hot revolver) +But you ain't killin no one, but yourself +And so shes gone to party town +On her own +And you go by yourself +So all alone +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I told her I can be with her +But I can't be with her +As much as she like me to +She like me too much +Thats the problem +"Oh my god" then +Shorty be whillin +And when I say I got to leave +You wouldn't believe +All of the things +That she'll do +And all of the things +She'll say to make me stay +And I be like "damn" +I've been that boy for forever +I'll be back someday +But she wanna go with me to outer space +So we made love in the Milky Way +& then I send her on her way + +Hook: Dre + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +And now she's not pickin' up the phone +I don't know what to do +Thinking about going to her home +Landing my spaceship on her roof +Going through her bedroom window +Only to find a mans shoe on the floor +Ohhh noo, ohhh noo, ohhh noo +And I'm like +"Who am I to blame?" +When she was pleading "Wayne +If you ever leave again +I don't wanna see you anymore." +Hop back in my space ship +Hope that I don't spot you at all +Eh eh oh +Because baby if I see you +I'mma probably knock your ass out +Eh eh oh +Put you in the trunk +Throw him over the bridge, and take off +Hook: DreEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Velvet[Intro] +My nigga Hood just walked in this bitch +All I know is what she tell me and all she tell me is she love me +(Turn the music up in my headphones please) +Uh + +[Verse 1] +All I know is what she tell me and all she tell me is she love me +Well, call me a dummy, 'cause I believe all that she say +Mama didn't raise me this way, what I don't know won't hurt me +So I just continue to do it, I just continue to do you +'Cause you got that ooh, ooh +Got me in this bitch like ooh, ooh +Teach me some new things, be my Guru + +[Chorus] +I'm doin' this for the bald hair hoes, long hair hoes +Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes +The nappy hair hoes, the good hair hoes +Hoes, hoes, ain't- +I'm doin' this for the natural hair hoes, fake hair hoes +Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes +Those hoes ain't nothin but hoes +Nothin' but hoes compared to the woman that I chose + +[Verse 2] +Oh, now all them hoes mad +All them hoes mad, you got all them hoes mad +They see that you got me all in your hands +You should put me down and give them all autographs, that'd be dope +Tonight, a lot goin' down +'Cause I'm goin' down, finna prove my crown +And I won't stop until I hear the ooh, ah sound +Lord, I don't know what I'm doin' +Lord, I don't know what I'm doin' +All she know is what I tell her, all I tell her is I'm her's +Lord, I don't know what I'm doin' +But I mean every word +Yeah, Lord, I don't know what I'm feelin' +But it's a feelin' I deserve, yeah +Now all my hoes mad, all my hoes mad +I got all my hoes mad +They say, "Tune, I'm never callin' your ass" +And I text 'em and say, "You just caught in the past" +And that's, oh +All these hoes mad, all these hoes mad +We got all these hoes mad +They see how we makin' love, it's so grand +A celebrity couple, they all know they fans of us both +And we turn up, never turn down +I pull her skirt down, first round, ooh +She a beast when her hair down +Her feet like they never touched the ground +I like her red, but she light brown with the perfect smile +Same smile on our first child, whoa +Wait, wait Tune you need to slow down +Don't forget it's still the first round +I know, I know, but I just continue to do it +I just continue to do you +What is this voodoo? +Got me in this bitch like, ooh, ooh +Soundin' like I'm with the Zulu +I just continue to-, I just continue to do it +I just continue to do you +You got that ooh, ooh +Got me in this bitch like, ooh, ooh +Teach me some things, be my guru +[Chorus] +And this one goes out to the bald hair hoes, the long hair hoes +Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes +The nappy hair hoes, the good hair hoes +Hoes, hoes +I'm doin' this for the curly hair hoes, straight hair hoes +Hoes, hoes, ain't nothin' but hoes +Those hoes ain't nothin' but hoes +Nothin' but hoes compared to the woman that I chose + +[Post-Chorus] +Uh, a lot goin' down +'Cause I'm goin' down, finna move downtown +I won't stop until I hear the ooh, ah sound +Yeah, I won't stop until I- +I won't stop until I hear the ooh, ah sound + +[Verse 3] +Lord, I don't know what I'm doin' +But you know just what I'm doin' +So with that said I'ma keep doin', keep doin' just what I'm doin' +My homies ask me how I'm doin', I can't wait to say I'm good +They say, "Be careful, she know what she doin' +But as long as you good then we good," that's my niggas +Nigga you hooked, you just don't know how happy you look +You a whole different person +You make it look worth it, you makin' me nervous and got these hoes shook +But fuck everyone, fuck the world, fuck everything +If she make you feel good, then you make her feel gooder +I feel like Nina, she Nina brown sugar +I'm high off of love, that's why she my pusher +[Outro] +And baby, tonight (Woo) +A lot goin' down (Yeah) +'Cause I'm goin' down, finna prove my crown (Yeah) +I won't stop until I hear the ooh (I won't stop), ah +And baby, tonight (Baby, tonight) +A lot goin' down (Yeah) +'Cause I'm goin' down, finna move downtown (Alright) +I won't stop until I hear the ooh, ah sound +Yeah, Lord, I don't know what I'm doin' +Lord, I don't know what I'm doin' +All she know is what I tell her, and all I tell her is I'm her's (I'm yours baby) +Lord, I don't know what I'm doin' +But I meant every word (Every word, baby) +Lord, I don't know what I'm feelin' +But it's a feelin' I deserve, yeah +Now all these hoes mad, all these hoes mad +We got all these hoes mad +They see how we makin' love, look so grand +A celebrity couple, they all know they fans of us both (Yeah) +I'm lovin' this shit, how hard do our kids feel confident, hell +Girl, I can't believe that he lovin' that bitch +They didn't even believe love still exist, but we showed 'em, yeah +Hoes, ain't nothin but hoes (Nothin' but hoes) +Nothin' but hoes compared to the beautiful woman I chose +Velvet6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get It Shawty Remix[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay, I'm Weezy, baby +And, I am from the south where we call our women 'Baby' +Hey, baby, hey, baby, all day I smoke, hey, hey, hey +I'm balling like fadeaway, three letter credit, AOK +Black car, black car, girl, I've got a black car +Can I buy some of your time and charge it to my black card +You can be my bitter sweet, shake that sugar and salt +Chain's full of asphalt, bullshit walks, cash talks +Car black, car big, car fast, Car- ter +Can I stick my pencil in your sharpner +Beat it up like it's a drum, call me Travis Barker +Tat, tat, tat, boom, boom, tat, tat, boom, boom, tat, tat + +[Hook: Lloyd] +All I really want is for you to back it up +Go and back it up, back it up, put your weight on it +Because it's alright, do what you want to, make me believe you +Get it, shorty because it's the remix, baby, the remix, baby, the remix +So get, get, get it, shorty because it's the remix, baby + +[Verse 2: Big Boi] +I'mma Show you How To Get These Ho's +Fully Clothed Or The Shoe Models +Ya'll Know Those That Work That Pole +Tight Calf Muscles Manicured Toes +French Tips for The French Kiss On +The French Riviera +Ever Been There , Neva +Well I'm internationally known +And excepted Gone Get Naked +No I Respect it So I'mma exit +Sand in an Hourglass Gone By The Second +I'mma Get Shawty Like Danny Devit-o +Hit A Party Get It Started Shall We +Go smoke Past The velvet rope +Hopin Later On That She Gets Her Pelvis Broke +Say Ichi Ni San Shi, He Say We Say Ding Dong Pssh +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Chammilionaire] +Go get his card and hit the mall +And buy whatever that you want and +He keep calling, keep ignoring +I'mma pick You Up and We Goin Bounce Like Spalding +Tight up balling Chicks like tila +Sidekicks * pics looking like vida +Pull Into the Max Just Look At my meter +Fallin' in love the minute I meet her +Groupies be trying to act like they divas +Till I eject them outta my beamer +Step to the side its lookin Like We The Same As A Sumo With a wife beater +Super tight koopa's right +Put a little player-ism In Your life +Cause I'm the type of grinch that you like +My money mean and ain't too polite +To play or to dance? +Naw, baby stop it +The right time to do it +See the top as it's poppin' +See the door when it's lockin' +Jaws will drop cause they watchin' +Candy Paint changing Huey's +Call it pop, lock, and drop it +Get it shawty (Pssh) +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Talkin About It[Intro] +Yeah, OK + +[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed with Cash Money +Pocket full of money +Niggas popping shit +Always talking 'bout something +See ya ass in public +It's a whole 'nother subject +Man, they just talking 'bout it +They just talking 'bout it +And I'm on the streets with it +I'm on the streets with it +See, where I come from +You gotta be about it +And if you want it-want it +We come and see about it + +[Verse 1] +OK, uh +It's Weezy baby, like the last shit +A big car and a bad bitch, uhh +I'm so fly I need my ass kicked +These niggas balling by accident, uhh +Keep talking, nigga fuck up your body +Send ya home +And tell ya mom it was an accident, uhh +I'm a G 'til the casket +Drop on my glasses, uhh +Fast money, I'm the fastest +I got that hustler's passion +Ya know? +Them boys back at the ass-end +I'm at the bank tryna cash in +OK +[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed with Cash Money +Pocket full of money +Niggas popping shit +Always talking 'bout something +See ya ass in public +It's a whole 'nother subject +Man, they just talking 'bout it +They just talking' bout it +And I'm on the streets with it +I'm on the streets with it +See, where I come from +You gotta be about it +And if you want it-want it +We come and see about it +OK + +[Verse 2] +Yeah +There's been a murder +Bitch, I make a killing +Insurance papers in the safe +Money in the ceiling +I got a pillowcase full of pistols +Come through a nigga house +And aim at the pillows +Yeah, wake up, wake up +Fuckin with them boys +You could wake up taped up +Ya dig? +Now go on, drink that lake up +Stick him in the trunk +And let him feel that bass pump +Ahah, these niggas is nuts +Man, that M-14 leave you physically fucked +Hah, these niggas is ducks +Well you could call me Scrooge +Cause I'm swimming in bucks +Bitch +[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed with Cash Money +Pocket full of money +Niggas poppin shit +Always talking 'bout somethin' +See ya ass in public +It's a whole 'nother subject +Man, they just talking 'bout it +They just talkin bout it +And I'm on the streets with it +I'm on the streets with it +See, where I come from +You gotta be about it +And if you want it-want it +We come and see about it +OK + +[Verse 3] +Yeah, yeah +Too hot, too cold +I'm, I'm red hot, blue cold +Yeah, I knock ya melon out ya fruit bowl +All my guns black, I got true soul +Yeah, and I call my coupe a Black Panther +Blatt-llatt-llatt +That's the gat anthem +And if a nigga play with family, for that matter +I'mma smoke so many niggas, I'mma catch cancer +Yeah, and if I step up out this Benzo +You know I'm coming with a gun, like a Nintendo +They soft, them niggas falling when the wind blow +And I'm rolling up my window +Fuck 'em! +[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed with Cash Money +Pocket full of money +Niggas poppin' shit +Always talking bout somethin +See ya ass in public +It's a whole 'nother subject +Man, they just talking 'bout it +They just talking 'bout it +And I'm on the streets with it +I'm on the streets with it +See, where I come from +You gotta be about it +And if you want it-want it +We come and see about it +OK9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pop Off[Intro] +Here we go + +[Verse 1] +Huh, piss me off, I piss back +S-Sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack +I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat a trim tac +W-We send you to a different world, please say hi to Sinbad +Now, it's so hard to not bust down the presidential wristband +Got so much platinum on me right now, I look like the tin man +Tunechi a gardener, I'm about to water that bitch implants +You kick it off, I kick your ass, don't piss me off I shit back, huh + +[Pre-Chorus] +Sh-She gone be up till like 6, micro-dosing on this dick +I'm micro-managing prescriptions, said tomorrow, I'ma quit +And then tomorrow I forget 'cause it's too hard around this bitch +Need some water, I'ma pop me a blue dolphin, that's for Nip +And I can't go without the sip, bitch, I've been sippin' sincе Lil Flip +Dosing off inside my bitch, so, nigga, I woke up like this +I'm bringing homе the bacon like a pigsty over here, bitch +Pigs fly over here, get shot down and fried over here +Pigs get fed, hogs get slaughtered everyday that's law and order +Stick his head in boiling water +Leave eighteen holes on his corner, now I'm golfing +Rickie Fowler, Arnold Palmer, get my shot off +Come in your church, and Peter pop off +[Chorus] +Come in your church, and Peter pop off +Come where you work, and Peter pop off +Come in your turf, and Peter pop off +Whatever is first, I Peter pop off +Innocent person, Peter pop off +After I squirt, she clean her top up +Pop a perc, so Peter pop off +Whatever is first, I Peter pop off + +[Verse 2] +Faded for real, skating for real, my niggas brazy for real, yeah +Get paid to get killed, get sprayed to get spilled, get shot from your head to your heels, yeah +She head over heals, she taking these pills, they give her the craziest thrills +I'm sedated a lil, but ain't no big deal, still fuck like I'm straight outta jail +The feds is raiding my crib but ain't no big deal, I'm way ahead of the field +These diamonds invaded my grill, got me from ear to ear, smiling like I'm Draymond for real +Go sicko mode, hungry hippo mode +24 carats shining like a glass of Michelob, here's a toast +Here we go, I can not tell if you're really real or not, can't take a loss I can't take a L +I'm famous as hell, I ain't really well, but I'm hanging in there like Patti Labelle +I'm stainless as steel, I'm flawless as fuck, the pain is concealed from all of the drugs +Brr, Hello I'm calling your bluff, here we go + +[Pre-Chorus] +Sh-She gone be up till like 6, micro-dosing on this dick +I'm micro-managing prescriptions, said tomorrow, I'ma quit +She gone be up till like 6, micro-dosing on this dick +I'm micro-managing prescriptions, said tomorrow, I'ma quit +And then tomorrow I forget, it-it's too hard around this bitch +Need some water, I'ma pop me a blue dolphin, that's for Nip +And I can't go without the sip, bitch, I've been sippin' since Lil Flip +Dosing off inside my bitch, so, nigga, I woke up like this +Pigs get fed, hogs get slaughtered everyday that's law and order +Stick his head in boiling water +Leave eighteen holes on his corner, now I'm golfing +Rickie Fowler, Arnold Palmer, get my shot off +Come in your church, and Peter pop off +[Chorus] +Come in your church, and Peter pop off +Come where you work, and Peter pop off +Come in your turf, and Peter pop off +Whatever is first, I Peter pop off +Innocent person, Peter pop off +Pull up the skirt, I peel her top up +Pop a perc, so Peter pop off +Whatever is first, I Peter pop off + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Anthem 'pon anthem 'pon anthem, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kisha[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +Got a early call from Kisha, Kisha wanted me to meet her +She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper +Said cool then I'm gon' beep ya +What would be a good time to reach ya +She said what about ten but l thought eleven would be sweeter +Cuz she wanted me to see her, said I needed a teaser +But shit who got the keys to my Beamer +I rolled me up a blunt and got the Cristal out the freezer +I hopped in the two seater, left Nae-Nae with Macita +Vroooom speed up run faster than a cheetah +Only thing on my mind is how l'm gone get all in this cheap slut +Should I use a rubber cause I heard she was a freak but +They say she keep it cleaned up, but I don't want HIV bruh +I drop my top on da drop-top (I'm bout ready to meet her), her name's on my beeper +I called her on the Nokia +And told her come pick me up +As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees and grabbed my penis +Ate it up like some peanuts +I said "oooohhhh Kisha" +Chopped off like a millimeter +She drunk it like a 2 liter +She blow like a pro, oh no I got to keep her +Told her l'd be back about eleven I'm gone creep her +But don't go you to sleep, I got some more meat to feed ya +[Verse 2: Turk] +Now I'm hot, I wonder what's up with Kisha tonight +I'm gone give her a call, see if it's alright +For me to dip through, she said it's all gravy +First I got to get somebody to watch my baby +(Baby) it's all good, I'll be there in a minute +But she didn't know I knew Wayne was already hittin' it +Soon as I pull up I see my dog runnin out +He saw me peepin at him, but he didn't open his mouth +Soon as he pulled off +I knocked on the door +Sayin to myself look at this dog ass ho +Its cool what you do +You know I like my shit sucked +For you to swallow the cum and put ice on my nuts +Caught my nut, now I'm up +I'm gone holla at ya Kittie +I got studio tonight, me and da H B'eezeys +I can't be late, I'm gon' see ya when I could +Hit Juve on the hip, let him know it was all good + +[Verse 3: Juvenile] +Ooohh Oooh there she go, on the way to the corner store +Lil Turk let me know, we done fucked the same bitch before +Say lil mama where you headed, she told me forget it +Hop in the back seat of my car and she spread it +Say baby slow down I don't wanna fuck ya first +I want you to suck on my dick until my nuts will burst +She was a fool with it +She said she had a good teacher she went to school with it +Cuz she knew what to do with it +I didn't want the bitch to have my car all smellin +So I took her in the alley with some K Y Jelly +Pull your shorts and your draws down to your knees +Put the rubber on the dick handle that please +I hit it she sucked it +Hit it she sucked it and sucked it +I got tired of the pussy and mouth and I said fuck it +Hey ho, I gotta ride +My baby moma beepin me and she stay way on the other side +I hit B.Geezy on the celly +And told him that the bitch was all good up in the alley +Not the telly +[Verse 4: B.G.] +This ho don't know I know she fucked three of my dogs +I caught her walkin out the alley down by the mall +She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk, I know she ain't got no walls +But they told me she'd do a damn job on the balls +She provided the number later on gave her a call +Told her what I was thinkin and she was down with it all +Can't deny it she was a fool kept that dick standin tall +What she'll do a nigga, should be against the law +That's how Hot Boys play it when we finish we toss +Baby when you finish Manny Fresh down the hall +After this episode that ho won't be able to walk +After two or three steps that ho might just fall +Now you know then Hot Boys sad ha +Get in the bitch head, end up doing somethin bad ha +Kisha got did right yeah +Fucked the whole Cash Money click all in one night yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Brainer[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Turn the music up + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, them hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades +Don’t let it blow up in your face slime +Had to buy my dick a barricade +And a motherfuckin' K9 +We murk niggas in the day time when the birds chirpin' and the flowers bloomin' +Everybody got automatics like cockin' back is too time-consumin' +Bought my bitch her own business so she can stay the fuck out mine +But she know hoes, hoes ain’t nothin' but hoes, ain’t good for nothin' but a house fire +Got a .9 right by her panty line, she’ll blow you away like a dandelion +And before they cross me, they’ll nail me to it +And I'ma dance when it's hammer time +My insides fucked up, and it feels so good to be vandalized +And these bars is handlebars, 'cause when I spit, I handle mine +God made dirt and dirt don’t hurt, that’s a lie +Cause I come from that dirty-dirty, and I know pain like raps and rhymes, my nigga +Doing big things, big wings, dragonflies +If I don’t live to see tomorrow, all my kids got daddy's eyes + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I hustle, hustle like the rent was due yesterday +Muscle car got more muscles than a heavyweight +Take these bitches breath away, resuscitate +And the weed I smoke is strong as pepper spray, that strong +Pussy walls I interior decorate +All the police ever say is stay behind the yellow tape +Put in over time, that’s why I get paid the big check +Tote a .45 'cause they ain’t make the .46 yet +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Got all my niggas with me, that’s a no brainer +Fuck around and you can get shot up, like a low angle +Old ass money, I been ballin’ my nigga +And I been stop wearing Versace +'Cause I was wearing Versace when Pac was wearin' Versace + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh, real niggas say, "Woo woo" +And such and such kill such and such +The streets talkin', bullshit walks on crutches but it strut the strut +Niggas panic, button pressin', the end is coming, count your blessings +We livin' in the day and time, where the Ten Commandments are now suggestions +How depressin', how unpleasant, click-clack, pow intestines +Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies, I found the crevice +High socks, and tie-dye shirts +My fashion statement is a run-on sentence +Pussy niggas still making me sick +Kill all them niggas, no more symptoms + +[Verse 3: Flow with Lil Wayne] +I’m smokin' weed in my tool shack +I'm gettin' twisted like Allen wrenches +Bitch, come dance with the devil nigga like ballerinas in catechism +Got a AK with a shell-catcher +And I'll pistol whip ya 'til your head swell up +No Xanax, just coke and Henny +I had to kick that shit like 4/20 +And I hit yo' ass with the SIG Sauer (Boom) +Had them put you back together like a jigsaw +And I'ma still bring that bacon home +I don't really give a fuck what the pigs thought +A pussy-ass rat, that's Tom and Jerry (Yeah) +I was gettin' fat off of commissary (Yeah) +And rest in peace to my nigga Soupy (Yeah) +I've been goin' in since Slime was buried (Suwoop) +And in jail, them snacks like bags of money +Just imagine what I had before a bag of cookies +A new deck of cards and a bag of coffee +Get you poked up dead in the shower, bloody +It's fucked up but it's safe to say +For the last seven months, I felt right at home (True) +And with the same pen that they stabbed you with +I'll wash that bitch off and go write a poem (Ugh) +Niggas sleepin' on me, had to shoot one time just to see who'd wake +I don't see your fate but I can see you fake +I gotta light my grass just to see you snakes +Bitch, life is a gamble +Pay up what you owe boy +No drive-bys like they did Ricky +I'm hoppin' out like Doe Boy +(Do-do-do-do-do) +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Hustle like the rent was due yesterday +Muscle car got more muscles than a heavyweight +On the edge, just one step away so step away +And the weed I smoke is strong as pepper spray, that strong +Pussy walls I interior decorate +All the police ever say is stay behind the yellow tape +Put it over time, that’s why I get paid that big check +Tote a .45 'cause they ain’t make a .46 yet + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Got all my niggas with me, that’s a no brainer, yeah +I got all my niggas with me, that’s a no brainer, yeah +Got all my niggas with me, that’s a no brainer, yeah +Blow your fuckin' brains out, that's a no brainer, hahaha8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +John (If I Die Today)[Lil Wayne] +Fo' fo' bulldog, my motherfucking pet +I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch +I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck +I get pussy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat +When I was in jail she let me call her collect +But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death +Top down, it's upset, been fucking the world and nigga I ain't come yet +You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck +The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet +The guns are drawn and I ain't talking bout a sketch +I pay these niggas with a reality check +Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best +This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress +The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest +An AK47 is my fucking address, huh + +[Rick Ross] +I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car +I got a chopper in the car +I got a chopper in the car + +[Lil Wayne] +Load up the choppers like it's December 31st +Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts +Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon +Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh +[Rick Ross] +Big black, and an icey watch +Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop +Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box +Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish! +I'm swimming in a yellow bitch, boss +In the red 911 looking devilish +Red beam make a nigga sit down +Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time +Drop ? +Make it come back even harder than before +Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes +Well connected I got killers in Chicago + +[Rick Ross] +I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car +I got a chopper in the car +I got a chopper in the car + +[Lil Wayne] + +Load up the choppers like it's December 31st +Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts +Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon +Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh +[Lil Wayne] +Talk stupid get ya head popped +I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox +Big b's, Red Sox +I get money to kill time, dead clocks +Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck +Empty the clip, then roll the window up +Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas cinnabun +I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna come +200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece +That banana clip, let Chiquita speak +Dark shades, Eazy E +Five letters, YMCMB +Bitch ass Nigga, pussy ass nigga +I see ya looking, with your looking-ass nigga +You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving +If I died today it'd be a holiday + +[Rick Ross] +I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car +So don't make it come alive +Rip ya apart than I put myself together +YMCMB, double M, we rich forever +The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang +Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint +Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch +My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks +Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape +Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes +Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus +Niggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all +Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up +If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up +It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up +I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up +[Lil Wayne] +I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car +Yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +American Star[Intro] +Woooo!! +Music up please +One, two, three... + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Born and raised in the USA +By way of New Orleans where the killers stay +Okay... uh, uh, alright, yeah +Born and raised in the USA +Where the government's watching what you do and say +Hey, hey, ha ha, alright +Well I'mma tell you this story 'bout a nigga with glory +Yeah I come from piss poor, and now I live in six story houses +Now how's this? Ha! +Listenin to my own voice in my black Rolls Royce +Get the girls of my choice to take off their shorts and blouses +I take off my trousers, yeah! +And you don't know nothing about this +I'm a dope boy with a guitar + +[Hook: Shanell + (Lil Wayne)] +Hey daddy can you let me +Ride with the band in the back seat +Ridin with the dope boy (I'm, I'm a dope boy with a guitar) +Tell them if they're lookin for me +I'm on the road to the next city, ridin with the dope boy +Dope boy with a guitar... +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Born and raised in the USA +By way of New Orleans where the killers stay +But that's okay, yeah, that's alright, yes! +I'm loved and praised in the USA +My ancestors were slaves in the USA +But not today, it's alright +Yeah, come on! +Oh I'm a dope boy with a guitar + +[Hook: Shanell + (Lil Wayne)] +Hey daddy can you let me +Ride with the band in the back seat +Ridin with the dope boy (I'm, I'm a dope boy with a guitar) +Tell them if they're lookin for me +I'm on the road to the next city, ridin with the dope boy + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Bridge!! Born and raised in the USA +Where my president is B-L-A-C-K +Where my president is B-L-A-C-K +Where my president is B-L-A-C-K +I was born and raised in the USA +And all I wanna do is play +So turn me up +Turn me up +So turn me up +Turn me up3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +IntroRasta dem king of the jungle +Dread lock swing down me back like Repunzel +My bred'dren sling dem pack an' dem bundle +We'll take your tings, sell it back to your uncle +And we'll make it rain till your dances will come true +We'll make it rain so you betta bring a swimsuit +Alone when I came, but I'm leavin with them two +Gals give me brain, give me brain like temples +And him got the game, game sharp like a pencil +And if you want formage we can crash like a symbol +And Let prepare me window, on my new sports coupe +Twelve hoarses in the hood, sittin on hoarse shoes +Come from the land that Jesus walked through +Sacrifice me life, man I bleed for me uncle +Them no want to run, run with me them no want to +Murder them, and the family them belong to +Next ting them kno I run a street like a car door +You go after me, me I dearly depart you +Hip hop is mine now, Mine what you gone do? +I can jump on any nigga song and make a part two +Playtime for me, cuz see to me, they are cartoons +How come every joint be on point like a harpoon? +How come evry bar stand strong like a barstool? +How come every line is so raw you gone snort too? + +Murder them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them +Man murda them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them +And that is why I'm hot +Its Da Drought 3, Welcome +Have fun!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Outstanding[Intro] +Dynamic, articulate, perceptive, courageous, outspoken +Just a few of the adjectives that so in adequately describe + +[Verse] +Ahem, Mr. D. Carter +From out the deep water +Thank the lord for my voice, the beat, and the recorder +Now pick an alphabet and you're z'in' +While I'm up tryin' to be the best mc'in +Now let me in, I got my key in +And with them alphabets, I never used p-e-n +But I gotta lotta paper +But a lot ain't enough, so I got an occupation +Gotta bring the bacon, straight to the kitchen table +Homie if your girl pregnant, you should kiss her naval +Cause you probably won't live, to see the motherfuckin' cradle +Your past left a scar, and the future's lookin' fatal +You can't be sorry, you gotta be a savior +Gotta be the bread winner, so go rob the bread maker +When they put your homey to sleep, it's gotta be a wake up +You move in the hood, then you gotta meet the neighbors, damn +Bitch get off me +I'm the little ass nigga, known as big homie +The killas is ballin', the niggas is targets +The snitches is talkin', but this is New Orleans +I love what I got, I'm just livin' the moment +I ain't dyin' just yet, I'll take a shit in the coffin +I already know how to piss in the toilet +I'm tryin to get the pot to piss in in the mornin' +I never fall back, I'd rather go forward +And when I come through you betta duck like Howard +Because I got power, just like a forward +I come through the lane, and straight dunk like Stoude- +Mire, Amare reminds me of I, uh +He's a Pheonix sun and I am fire +Dis-re-spect and I spit fire +To your neck and back like you are Khia +DJ White Owl +Hey +Now would you light that blunt +Promethazine please +Now bitch look at me like a set of t.v.'s +I'm just tryin' to live out my destiny, please +Let me do me, I got the recipe, feed +I'm all about my bread, like a sesame seed +Big dog talkin', check the pedigree, flees (HaHa) +And I ball like every team +And I got, every girl havin' sex with me dreamin' +My heart is in the dirty but the rest of me's clean +I jump for Hollygrove like a trampoline fiend +And I rock ya bells like a tambourine, bing +Jewelry shinin' like blush, Maybelline bling +Red Giants jersey if you know what I mean +Give me Plaxico Burress, number 17 +One circle, three fingers is the theme +And young money motherfucka is the team8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Weak[Intro: Lil Wayne & SVW] +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +Turn the music up a little bit in my headphones, please +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +Yeah, that's more like it, uh +Mhm, yeah +Got my nigga Dre in here with me, my nigga YoYo in here with me +I'm 'bout to talk to the shawties though + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord +You an amazing lil broad +When you pass out wave and applaud, baby on call +Late at night spent on a beach +Hold hands and gaze at the stars, I play the guitar +When we fuck it's crazy, bizarre +She say I'm raising the bar +Her legs is ajar, her hair is a mess +She raising her arms, I stare at her breast, then I caress +And now she impressed, she say I'm the best, and I say I guess, and now she obsessed +And now she just text, with a request, to come be my guest, I said be my guest, have her W-E-A-K F-O-R W-E-E-K-S, I'm serious +I eat that pussy 'til she delirious, then she blow me like helium +Her tongue long, reptilian +Make love long, resilient, and then we spoon like cereal +And I came like four or five times, she just swallowed whole familia, and now I'm weak +[Chorus: SVW & Lil Wayne] +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +(Yeah) +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +(Weak) +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +Yeah, I say girl I'm weak in the knees, I can't even feel 'em +W-E-A-K +What to do (weak) +All who's here, is you + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Girl, where you going and where you coming from? +I could take you where you never been before +I make them hoes go back in they Pigeonhole +And turn the stress that you under into mistletoes +Girl you just perfect +And then we make a video, we sixty-nine on purpose +I mean it is what it is, and you get what you give, man +Don't you love reimbursements? +Girl it's just perfect +She dream about how good the dick is, and it's better in person +She said, it make her a better person +Even better, it make her a wetter person, rainy weather +I come first, she come last, and we came together +She said "ooh" I said "yes" like we sang together +Fuck her slow, fuck her fast, then I keep it mellow +She suck it slow, suck it fast, squeeze her cheeks together +Ooh, girl that got me so weak +Ooh, girl your body on fleek +I swear to god, your body should be illegal, and I'll catch the charge, hold up as I press record +I'm extra hard, you don't need no extra toys +It's Tunechi, bitch I'm freakazoid +That pussy I will destroy if it's hot pink and warm +I swear, I pinky swore, baby +Yeah +I say that pussy I will destroy if it's hot pink and warm +I swear, I pinky swore, baby +What to do (yeah) +All who's here, is you +I say now she weak in her knees, she can't even feel them +W-E-A-K +[Chorus: SVW & Lil Wayne] +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak (yeah) +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +I say now she weak in her knees, she can't even feel them +W-E-A-K +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +(Weak) +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak +(Yeah) + +[Bridge] +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body on fleek, I swear to god +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body on fleek, I swear to God +Ooh girl, you got me so weak +Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord +You wanna [?] +When you pass out, wave and applaud, baby on call +Your body should be illegal +I'll catch the charge, hold up as I press record +I'm extra hard, you don't need no extra toys +It's Tunechi, bitch I'm freakazoid, baby +Yeah +And you know that pussy girl, I will destroy if it's pink and warm +I swear, I pinky swore, baby +Yeah +Now you weak in the knees, you can't even feel them +W-E-A-K +[Outro: SVW] +I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak +I lose all control and something takes over me +(Mula) +In a daze and it's so amazing, it's not a phase +I want you to stay with me, by my side +I swallow my pride, your love is so sweet +It knocks me right off of my feet +Can't explain why your loving makes me weak1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m So Over You[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Turn it up +Turn it up +Turn it up +Just turn it up +Now turn it up +Just turn it up +HAHA HA +TURN IT UP! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +No regrets at all +I'm high and I hope you catch the fall +Welcome to my lecture hall +You can't shake my infection off +Take me to your leader and +I promise I will be the man +Swim until I see the sand +Then die soon as I reach the land +The water's over our hands +What happened to our plans? +Swim until I see the sand +Then die soon as I reach the land! + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution +I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion +Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe +Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe! +Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you +Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you +[Verse 2: Shanell] +I did everything by the book, book, book +Scribbling all over all of the notes that I took, took +Find that you're no better than a crook, ooh! +Set and developed I felt I could trust you, struck +Showed them a picture of my ID +That's not enough to prove that it's me +Look in the mirror, now who should I be-lieve? + +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Shanell] +This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution +I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion +Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe +Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe! +Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you +Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Who Wanna[Intro] +Somebody call the slick police +Capitol W +Weezy Baby +This is the Carter man +Brim low all I can see is the flo' now let's go! +Raj ya bangin 'em in the.. Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the.. +Raj I say ya bangin 'em in the head wit this one cut! +Weezy Weezy say guard ya face bitch +Weezy say guard ya neck bitch +Weezy Baby this is the Carter + +[Verse 1] +I move it from a eighth to a slab from a slab to a quarter +From a quarter to a half from a half to a hard one +You do the math it's a horror +While I be on the ave gettin off one nineteen for a soft one +Bricks I loft 'em catch him he hot +If I catch you without my scratch I'm stretchin ya out +If you catch me without the burner burn me +I beg of you shoot off the leg of you and kick ya in the ass +I'm dyin of doom I say I'm sick with cash +These eyes are real see straight through ya liquid ass +You see me straight through the glass house picnic wagon +You could see it by my bitch face she thick with ass +Get slick slick I click click blast on ya bitch ass +Squad up shit click or smash on ya bitch ass +Smash on ya bitch ass +Now pick the grass up out ya ass and the caps out ya cap Aye! +[Hook x2] +Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em +Who wanna fuck wit me tell 'em I'm waitin for 'em +Who gon fuck wit me I got the blazer for 'em +Who gon fuck wit me do you wanna fuck wit me Naw! + +[Verse 2] +Hustle boy sell a nick to ya mom I'll sell a brick out ya house +I'll sell a brick to a house nigga +I'll send a clip to ya mouth back of the gun to ya nose +Front of the gun to ya clothes I let it rip and I bounce +Lights off young Teddy Pender is out +Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown +I wasn't born with no silver spoon +But I can heat it in a spoon and pitch it in a balloon +Tomb sittin in ya room sing for me +But if ya don't gimmie no tune the semi go boom +But if ya dont hear me doe fool the semi go boom +I'm try to make moves but they gimmie no room +I takes my space I blaze the haze take ya babe to space +She gimmie amazing face I sung Amazing Grace +I was once lost but now I'm found +Full of them pounds is how I'm found Aye! + +[Hook x2] +[Bridge] +Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in the head, whoa! +Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in the face, whoa! +Oh! Oh! Bang 'em in the neck, whoa! +Brim low all I can see is the flo' now let's go! + +[Verse 3] +I know how to cook so I buy it soft +I also sell it soft depending the cost +You know thats shells they toss defending they boss +They wipes 'em well across ya dentures like floss +You know I smell ya talk and I swear I knows bullshit and pussy near or far +Ya'll niggas better gear up for the comin of the boy +From a young'n to a boy to young boy boy +I dump toys boy at ya punk boy toys +Take the pump out the trunk take a chunk out a chump +Baby what have I done I created a monster +Weezy Baby a gangster no wankster +Hell naw I smell ya'll +Didn't know Jam Master well but I rocks with my shells on +And the block still a hell zone +Get a helmet for you and ya gal's dome I suggest! Aye! + +[Hook x2] + +[Outro] +Bang 'em in da head whoa! +Bang 'em in da face whoa! +Bang 'em in da neck whoa! +Brim low all I can see is the flo' now let's go +Bang 'em in da head whoa! +Bang 'em in da face whoa! +Bang 'em in da neck whoa! +Brim low all I can see is ya ho now let's go3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Orleans[Intro] +And who I be? Weezy Baby, and honey please, say the baby +And I got em on they knees, saying baby +I'm a goodfella, they bout to make me +But I been made ho, I been paid ho +I spent 2000 dollas on these shades ho' +I'm red hot, I'm ice cold +I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice hole +I got nice hoes, I got bad bitches +Yea, Daddy's rich I got their bitches + +[Verse 1] +Back for the Motha Fuckn title its your idle +Get money 'til I die, got my hand on the bible +I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a hand full of rifle +If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass leeeeaaan +Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 grand for the floor cut the mic on +Thats right ho, Hawaiian punch sprite so purple wit the 'tuss +Bitch I'm on that leaaaan +Yeah, and I'm on that green +Won a championship I'm still on that team +Yeah, and I'm ya woman's dream +And If ya feelin' cold man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF) +Hah, and I'm so damn clean +These leaves cost a stack, that's throw back jeans +You wouldn't know that you don't roll like me +We in the building everything cool until I scream (yeah) +[Hook] +Hey where we from, new orleans +Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes +And what we drink? (drank) +That lean (lean) +Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!) +And what we smoke? That piffy (you know) +Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know) +Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (I love it) +Presidential shit, monica lewinsky + +[Verse 2] +Ridin' in the caddy mo' +Blowin like sachmo +I'm highly strapped low +Baby go from what ya know +Tinteds turn pictures change new photo different frame +Money up, champagne, still posin', same game +Cash money still, do it for the money +Gotta black car, grey car, gas car, green car +Backyard theme park, front yard car show +I'm somewhere in the house +And it's like where's waldo? +Ten bricks straight powder air cargo +Weezy F. straight hustlin' no barcode +You don't know what my heart holds, straight fuel +Take ya bitch from the club make her ass a mule +Put some weight on her back make her ass move +She give daddy money back that's a fast move +40 G's one chain, that's a man jewels +45 for the Jag dude +[Hook] +Hey where we from, new orleans +Hurricanes pussy poppa's murder scenes +And what we drink? (drank) +That lean (lean) +Cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!) +And what we smoke? That piffy (you know) +Presidential shit, bill clinton (you know) +Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (I love it) +Presidential shit, monica lewinsky + +[Verse 3] +Uh, smooth out my mansion to my whip +I leave the bullshit inside wit my bitch +I move the heavy ass gun from my hip +Then I sit the same heavy ass strap on my lap +I'm steady as crack wit the strap +I'm heavy as da-white but Dwayne not fat +I'm right like Betty and the fetti is the facts +The Birdman Junior holla back where ya stack +I'm just tryin' to let my hair back +And chill where they got some air at, Ya hear dat? +Champagne clear liquor put that beer back +Got work so cheap it's on Sears racks +Holla at me on the low I take care of that +And feds buy mixtapes yeah I'm aware of that +But this here is the suffix you scared of dat +When you get shot you know where ya at +And where we from NEW ORLEANS1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Louisianimal[Hurricane Chris] +Get down or lay down +Louisiana + +[Hook] +I'mma animal Louisanimal + +[Lil Wayne] +I got em +Call me Lil Weezy-ana Carter +I go harder +All about a dollar, fuck two quarters +Bitch I'll pour syrup in that Vitamin Water +I hope you die ugly and tonight'll be gorgeous +Feed me your organs, bitch I'm starving +Tear drops on my face like it's my party +And if it's my party I can cry if I want to +Split your fucking body up in half if I want to +Bitch I'm from New Orleans but I'm going everywhere +And I have a dream to be your worst nightmare +I'm in the kings chair watching Sportcenter +Then I cut on BET, ah dinner +Through your Ls up cause we taking over +And we hungry so please come with a chip on your soldier +And we got them guns that gotta sit on your shoulder +I rock ice but my heart colder +Louisanimal +[Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Words Of Advice[Hook - Kevin Cossom] +You better think before you speak +Gotta recognise now man you know me +Here’s a few words of advice, better act right +Promise (promise) +Promise (promise) +And don't leave ya girl round me +I know she do what she want +What's gon happen when she leave? +Huh uhhh +Here’s a few words of advice: better act right +I promise, I promise + +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +Long ass money, short ass temper +Big fucking gun, soft ass trigger +Weezy F Baby and the 'F' is for "fuck them hoes" +Got your girl walking ’round my crib in her underclothes +White man money, tight pants thuggin’ +Pussy think it’s sweeter than a Sprite can, crush em’ +I ain't got nothing but some weed and bitches +You niggas ain't eatin’, clean ass dishes +Gangsta Grillz bitch, I am still the dentist +Hit this motherf-cker, like Willy McGuiness +I coach the winners they throw Gatorade on me +Silent four five, potato head on it +Ask me how I’m doing, I’m day-to-day homie +These bitches on my back, I fade away on ‘em +Young Tune, no Bugs Bunny bitch +And as long as I got a voice, I’m talking Young Money shit, nigga +[Hook] + +[Verse 2 - Mack Maine] +Young Money bitch +Young Money sick +Now shut the fuck up and suck a Young Money dick +Velcro on my Asics sticking to the basic +Black white, and black pinky ring +I’m looking like a racist? +I’m higher than a satellite +You just a hermaphrodite +I’ve been real since BC, guess this is the after life +Drop out from heavens like, just to raise plenty hell +Boy I’m tryna touch a billion bucks before 2012 +So that mean I’m focused +Beat my demeanour +These bitches talking dirty to me +Take ‘em to the cleaners +They say men are from Mars +Say women from Venus +But I’m in my space shuttle +Bout to serve em like subpoenas +The niggas keep me laughing like hyena’s +They only show they guns, Gilbert Arenas +Wassup Serena, you could be my baby momma +I’m with Barack O-Drama +This Young Money’s Obama3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dear Lord[Verse 1] +Yeah +Livin' that life, livin' that life +Under them street lights +But it ain't bright enough to show me where I'm going +But I still find my way, and when I do I keep going, and I'm +A nigga with stripes +Try me and your family don't sleep right +Didn't think I was tough enough to make it on my own +But I could get through anything if I done made it through the storm, and umm +I'm killing that night, killing that night +Life on that East Side +Leather on chrome, television with the phone +And the top is so gone +I do it so right, I do it so right +They want me to be like +I'm in the zone, bad to the bone +Correct me if I'm wrong + +[Hook] +Times is hard as it is +That's why I got guns and my guns got kids +And all I wanna do is handle my biz +And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did, Dear Lord +Everyday I've been praying to you +I hope You're hearing everything that I'm saying to You +I get money, money, money, money, money, money +Money, money, money, money, money, money +[Verse 2] +I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying +I'm dying to get over +And once I get over, good Lord I know +That all my drama's over +And I thank you +And I be with them niggas +And ain't none of them broke +They ride around with that rope, and they'll hang you +And leave your mama to cope +On that Holiday note +Damnnnn,Then they put a sign on the do' +Saying you don't know shit +Or else you dying in court, mannnnn +You gotta know how it go +Or else you could end up in another bump in the road +You see + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +A prisoner of this war +We call America +Where the President is the enemy +And he already won, damn +And Armageddon and depressions already begun +So excuse my expression +But it's my aggression +Cause I'm gonna spread you some +I know my people tired +Of all the crying, all the dying +All the time, we just trying +To get our mind off the crime and find somethin' to find +And did I mention not to mention +That my life is on the line +Give me light, and I'mma shine +Give me rope, and I'mma climb +I'm hoping that the Gates'll be open when I arrive +Until then, I'm alive +My job is to survive +So Lord, keep me in your eyes +I'm tryna say +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Back Soon (Original)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Sittin’ in a Ferrari, thinking ’bout money +I swear I will go head up with all of y’all, bumper cars +Bullshit fly by me, I’m ducking all the bad vibes +Shoot you nine times just in case you got cat lives +My punchlines give you black eyes +Like like, then kill yourself: 7 pounds +I’ve been to hell and back, and made it back fine +Black diamonds killin’ them, black-on-black crime +Now can I live and if I can, can I live it up +I’mma squeeze life, just enough to fill a cup +Well, shut the fuck up and steam the purp +Drink it all, I’m dead, so I throw some ice in it +And belch when I finish + +(‘cuse me, ‘cuse me) + +[Hook] +I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off +Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off +To another World, right next to that white moon +Fly in the sky, tell em we’ll be back soon + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh, its the martian and I come for all +I swear I will go head up with all y’all, bumper cars +Nigga I’m a slumber dog, millionaire, been there +Smoke some kush and snap my fingers in case you got cat lives +Uh, so much for being settled down +Suicide flow, go and kill ya self, Seven Pounds +Blunt thick as Bobby Christina, high as Serena’s skirt +Only smoking that real grass, no arena turf +Now can I live and if I can, I rep that dirty south +And you haven’t seen cleaner dirt, you haven’t seen it worse +So shut the fuck up and steam the purp +Tell them haters “arrivederc” +Yeah I lost my mind, help me find it I will lead the search +Uhhh +[Hook] +I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off +Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off +To another World, right next to that white moon +Fly in the sky, tell em we’ll be back soon9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Where My Old Lady[Intro] +Velvet, velvet, velvet, velvet, velvet, velvet + +[Verse 1] +She 5'5, with brown eyes, and she kinda shy, she be tryna hide +But she tryna vibe, but the bottom line is she got a guy, but she compromise, woah +He must be out his mind, or can't find the time, until she out of time, and now he out of town +He always out of town, he say he on the grind, he say she on his mind, she say you "always lying" +He say "Baby don't you see I'm out here on the rise?" +She say "Boy you need to get that shit organised" +But he was working hard on Tha Carter V +He was working hard on Tha Carter V +And a hard working man like me is so hard to find +But now she wanna leave in my darkest times +And now I'm like.. + +[Chorus] +Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch +Where my old lady? I'mma kill that bitch +I'm like +Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch? +When I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch +I'm like +Where my old lady at? (Where my old lady?) +Where my old lady at? (Where my old lady?) +And when you see that bitch you better tell that bitch +That when I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch +[Verse 2] +She 5'5, with brown eyes, and she kinda shy, but she qualify +And she modify, and she promised that she ride or die +She kinda lied, left a nigga traumatized +Dramatize, I had to put my pride aside +I've gotten wise, I had to seek with widened eyes +Realize, recognize and strategize +Christian Mingle, E-Harmony, I harmonize +I can buy the world but I can't buy time +You Don't Have To Be lonely, Farmersonly.com +I'm 5'5, with sad eyes +Got my mama's views, with my dad's eyes +Got bad eyes +Cause real love is, what I can't find in the day time with a flashlight +Now where you at hoe? +Where you at hoe? +Got me like.. + +[Chorus] +Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch +Where my old lady? I'mma kill that bitch +I'm like +Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch? +When I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch +I'm like +Where my old lady yeah? (Where my old lady?) +Where my old lady yeah? (Where my old lady?) +And when you see that bitch you better tell that bitch +That when I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch +[Verse 3] +If you're out there in the streets and you're looking for me +Yeah, If you're out there in the streets and you're looking for me +Yeah, If you're out there in the streets and you're looking for me +I'll be out there on the creep looking for wifey +Going Sherlock Holmes, Inspector Gadget +Bitches burn Bridges, get stuck in traffic +And pimpin' ain't easy but it gotta be done +I know pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary +It's bigger than me; it's hereditary +So don't blame me for stunting like my daddy +Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks +And every hoe I done fucked done sucked my dick +Ooh, iPhone give up your location +And iCloud fucked up all your information +Heard you and that nigga on vacation +Damn, I heard you and that nigga on vacation +I'm making reservations +Got my swimming trunks like.. + +[Chorus] +Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch +Where my old lady? I'mma kill that bitch +I'm like +Where my old lady? Imma kill that bitch? +When I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch +I'm like +Where my old lady at? (Where my old lady?) +Where my old lady at? (Where my old lady?) +And when you see that bitch you better tell that bitch +That when I find that bitch Imma kill that bitch +[Verse 4] +When I find that bitch, Imma kill that bitch +When I find that bitch, Imma kill that bitch +Yeah, watch them hoes when you sleeping +Cause them dog ass hoes be creeping +You gotta watch them watch them watch-watch them bitches +Watch them watch them watch-watch them bitches +Gotta watch them hoes when sleeping +Cause them dog ass hoes be creeping +She 5'5, with brown eyes, and she kinda shy, but she qualified +And she tryna vibe, but the bottom line, is she gotta guy, she unsatisfied +Then she try to hide, hide behind my lies, after I apologized like a thousand times +She ask me to find the time like a thousand times +As soon as I find the time she say "Never mind" +When I try to revitalize, she too occupied +Don't I treat you like Concubine when you and I combine? +Don't I dick you down and make you holla like a soccer mom? +Don't I give you peace of mind, wa alaykum salaam +When I met you 'fore I fucked you, didn't I take my time? +I'll waste a drink on you before I waste your time +Kill the pussy, never flee the scene or the crime +But he was working hard, he was working hard on Tha Carter VEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What U KnoI'm a New Orleans gangsta, after the storm +Boy it took bout 3 million to rebuild my home +But, I'm back on defense, back in the zone +I eat rappers and go in my yard and bury they bones +My pockets on Raven Symone +That's fat! Wutchu know bout that, huh!?! +See I'm a keep it goin', keep it movin', we can do it, I ain't trippin' +So far ahead of them niggas we got a time difference +Dont confuse me wit them, I'm different +Tryin to holla at TIP for a movie audition, shit +I push that Maserati to the limit +Zig-zaggin' through that traffic like Emmitt +I tell them niggas "Hurry and buy!" +And if you dry snitch, you'll get buried alive +Yeah, and I dont chase 'em like you do +I keep a bad bitch skatin' like New-New1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Weezyana Fest “Best Rapper Alive” Freestyle[Verse] +Now beam me up Scotty +You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub +With "Stop snitchin'" written on a note by her body +I picked up your ho and she wore something tiny +I wore something simple, she like that about me +My dope from the 90's, dope ain't consignment +Coke ain't that diet, I hope you a client +Niggas be snitching, bitches be lying +Niggas who snitchin' we throw to the lions +Ain't no testifyin', you know desert's quiet +Scream until you give your throat laryngitis, we so terrorizin' +You cuddle too much, you choose hoes to confide in +I know where you hide and that ho verified it +I told my homie, "I know where to find him" +He said, "You late, we already got him +And by the way, it was an honor" +That made my day, made me so proud +I bought my bitch some shit from her favorite designer +And a Chihuahua +What's the occasion? Don't worry about it +I don't fuck with snakes except Kobe, the Mamba +Might cut off my hair 'cause these hoes is Delilah's +Let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals +I am the greatest, I am retired +It's up in the air like carbon monoxide +We in the buildin', we started from outside +My dick is my third eye, she call it cockeyed +Run with me +Run through a threesome +This shit so wet, it can be sea sickening +Niggas expect some sort of leniency +I'm in high def, but why are you screening me? +I'm Weezy F2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Where the Cash At[Intro] +You Catch My Girl Legs Open Betta Smash That +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Hook] +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Verse 1: Currency] +Bitches Come A Dime A Dozen, I Fuck 'Em Sistas Cuzzins +Its A revolving door Pussy Go And Pussy Comin +And When It Go To You Its Comin Back To Me Wit Money +I Told Her Put them Shoes On And Keep My Paper Runnin +I Put My Mack, Downnnn Just Like A G Supposed To +And If She Dont Come Home Wit It Than She Sleepin Over +I Got Her Creepin Over, We Do It Than Its Over +I Like Them A'Maries, You Can Have Them Omarasas +Them Niggas Down Below Us, Baby We Up And Over +Im Tryin To Get Inside That Thang That Sit Between Ya Shoulders +Im Talkin Large Totals, Im Talkin Large Motives +Im Talkin Burner Rubber That Melted Pirelli Odor +Im Hoppin Out Unoticed, You Lookin At My Biiitch +You Wanna Holla You Can Holla Take Her On A Trip +But When The Deed'S Done, You Gotta Send Her Back... +[Hook] +...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I Got A Bitch In The Back, Gotta A Hoe In The Front +Got Purp In The Dutch, Got Purp In The Cup +I Tell Her, Get Ya Money Hoe Or Just Stop Breathing +Cuz If It Ain't About That Doe It Ain't About Me Neither +See A Gangsta Like Myself I Get That Paper And Pussy +Than That One I Make That Pussy Bring That Paper Straight To Me +Bitch! You Lookin At A Real Pimp Ask My Old Hoe +And They'Ll Tell Ya No Remote I Control Hoes +Im A whole load Give You That Game Momma +If Ya Ain't Payin Than You Shouldn'T Be Playin Im Sayin +Broke Niggas Only Make Jokes Nigga +I Make More Than I Can Fit In This Quote Nigga +Unquote Come Sun Soak Wit Me Bitch +Fly Ya Down Here And Put You On Some South Beach Shit +And If You Smile At My Bitch I'Ll Make Her Smile Back... +[Hook] +...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Verse 3: Remy Ma] +See That Otha Chick Ass Fat, She Stuck Where The Cash At +Rem Stuck Where The Paper, Plastic, Product, And Where The Stash At +Where The Keys To The Whip And Crib And Where The Address At +That Bitch That Be Hidin Shit In Her Ass Crack +Niggas Dont Fuckin Call Me Baby Like Im Related To Weezy +Some Of 'Em Call Me R, None Of Them Call Me Easy +I Got Done Fuckin A Man Now This Bird Is Callin Me Screamin +Check The Way, Bicthes I Be Fryin They Be Call Em Breezy +See I Know He Gotta Man But Im Coofey In The Otha One +Cuz He Can't Get Tight, When He Hear I Pipped Anotha One +I Dont Fall In Love With Them, Come And Than Im Done With Them +Most They Get From Me, Is Wet Pussy And Some Bubble Gum +But, This One Dude Had Me Laughin +It Is Just One Thing I Can't Stand Is A Baggy Magnum +Would'Ve Thought Somebody Threw Me A Camera The Way I Caught A Flash Back... +[Hook] +...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash AtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck Wit Me Now[Intro] +Let's go - let's go +Let's go - let's go +They can't fuck with me now +Huh? Fuck with me now +No, they can't fuck with me now +Can't fuck with me now +Let's go + +[Verse 1] +I go by Weezy The Don +Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, freezin' the arm +And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get completely took off +And if you wonder who the fuck are them killas with the money nigga +We be the squad. It's so serious like +It's like ain't nothin' but 10 hot shellys +On the block everyday sellin' rocks and shit +Choppin' bricks - give the damn cops a dick +We cop a whip and drop a brick - that's how we do it +Weed, liquor, money, and guns how we do it +Freak bitch to swallow cum like fluid +Who it be? Through his feet, Dubbs +Ain't nothin' sweet cause I can't keep trust +Lil' nigga - worth well over a mill, nigga +Real nigga - come around and show up where you live, nigga +Better hide the kids nigga parents and all +Wayne 'bout to damage your home +Look up out the window, see the man and his dawgs +Hoppin' out the van with bandanas and all +Cannons went off +News cameras takin' pictures of your family when your abdomen’s gone +Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain +How the ice slammed the pain, rammin' your dame +That's because she ran into the game +Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne +Come on! +[Chorus] +It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was +I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge +Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load +And the slug check ya low when I bust +Come to show you no love +Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +No! They can't fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Stop playin' with me get it understood +Cause I know if you know what's good for ya +Come around your hood for ya +You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya +You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya + +[Verse 2] +Iceberg Shorty dammit, pants is saggin', forty magnum +Comin' out the club on Bacardi's, staggerin' +Tinted up Ferrari wagon, braggin' +Ohh, what's happenin'? +(??) 'round the court cause some ex just looked at me +Runnin' with them cats that be clappin' the plastic +Nigga put a cap in your asses +Catch me on the ave with the crack and a 'matic +Hopin' that the law don't pass me - stash it +First of the month, just snatched me a package +Bag it - 'bout to get this motherfucker crackin' +If a nigga think about jackin', please believe +I be clip-slappin', click-clackin' +Pull the bitch back and run up on his parents +Kidnap for his snacks, and then whack him +Shit get drastic +That's why I try to stay as fars away from beef as I could +Grab me a freak to eats on my wood +Transport coke from each of my hoods +Weezy Wee - CMB's in my blood +Eagle Street 17's where I'm from +And I ain't got no feelins for none of these womens +Scrilla, Dough, fetticheese is my love +You know the streets made me +And I don't give a damn if you hate me +Nigga better be S-Q-A-D +Until the day the man do take me +Squad shit! +You don't want no violence to keep the quiet +We call my people wild, and then we beef in quiet +Or we'll creep in houses, we'll sweep your momma +So, please stay out it, or you leave in silence +Come on! What! +[Chorus] +It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was +I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge +Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load +And the slug check ya low when I bust +Come to show you no love +Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Uh, they can't fuck with me now, them can't fuck with me now +Stop playin' when ya get it understood +Cause I know if you know what's good for ya +Come around your hood for ya +You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya +You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya +Uh, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now +Come on! + +[Verse 3] +It's too dark for ya's +I ain't got no love for ya's +Let gunshots smoked ya's +Who fuck with us? +Weed, liquor done corrupted us +Wet a nigga like umbrellas +Take the woman out a man; stomach out a man +Pump and bust, the guts comin' out a man +Runnin' out the Hummer with guns in each palm +If the motherfucker sleep, call him come get it +Niggas be kiddin' – me awake, DOA +Gun-spray - bullets damn near took off your son face +Oh, shit - niggas on that ho shit +Fours spit so quick like that lil' nigga ain't got no sense +Slow this shit down - let me get back down to reality: +I cause fatalities for any technicality +Wipe off your family randomly - U Understand? +It ain't a motherfuckin' game, and I ain't fuckin' playin' +Come on! +[Chorus] +It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was +I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge +Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load +And the slug check ya low when I bust +Come to show you no love +Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Uh, they can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now +Stop playin' when ya get it understood +Cause I know if you know what's good for ya +Come around your hood for ya +You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya +You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya +Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Them can't fuck with me now - ah, they can't fuck with me now +Look- +It ain't a game, nigga - I don't know who told you it was +I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge +Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load +And the slug check ya low when I bust +Come to show you no love +Ah, fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now +They can't fuck with me now - them can't fuck with me now +Stop playin' when ya get it understood +Cause I know if you know what's good for ya +Come around your hood for ya +You don’t know me, I’ll kill everyone who should love ya +You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya +Ah, fuck with me now - they can't fuck with me now +Them can't fuck with me now - no, they can't fuck with me now + +[Outro] +Can't fuck with me now - it's not a game, nigga +Can't fuck with me now - it's not a game, nigga +Wha, wha, uh, uh, nigga! +Wheezy Whee!!! (Whee! Whee! Whee!) +Watch out! (Watch out!)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Please Say the Baby[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Weezy f baby +Baby please say the baby +I shouldn’t have to say that shit again +And you should never make me +Im a pimp, I even got a little swagger in my limp +See I was built for this shit +And now im riding around the city with a pretty young hottie +And size of the whip look like a human being body +Im a trip, ive been repping hollygrove ask skip +I ain't gotta front bout shit – on a nigga +Piss a gallon on a bitch +Im a handsome young guy with that all mac dick +Now can we split ? +Go to the tele not the crib, I ain't him +So hoe find another nigga +You won't find another nigga like this nigga lil weezy +If your friend tell you you right I bet I get her real easy +Like bitch, you know who im is +Now what it is +Mac maine holla at em + +[Chorus: Mack Maine] +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes [2x] +Take a seat while I spit it to the freaks +No time for lame shit +Rappers talking the same shit +Im just saying though +Trying to stack a lot of chips +Whenever the hate come I pack mo clips +It ain't nothing for me to mac a chick +But I ain't like that homie you can keep that trick +See im money over bitches for real +Yall trickin and lickin +Im big pimpin like nigga for real +Give a fuck Ima say what I feel +Anytime anywhere +Have fame before I got my deal +Still riding through the hood +Smoke blunts with my niggas and bitches +That be up to no good +Chi town what up your boy ain't left +Ain't shit changed stay dougie to death +Plus that cranberry range so sick +You ain't holla it then don’t holla now +Suck my dick + +[Chorus: Mack Maine] +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes [2x] +Im beefing with a chick +My ex old lady +Always tryna fight a nigga when she see me in the club +Starting to get sick of it, thinking bout calling the polices +On this crazy make em put her in them cuffs +Why? Cause ive had enough of that broad +She won't learn her lesson until she end up in the cop car +Yeah but I don’t want to take it that far +But I know she sue me if she end up with a cracked jaw +Maine said her that will back her up +My mom said point her out she will smack her up +Truth be told I guess im with her +Talking all this shit I will probably end up right back with her + +[Chorus: Mack Maine] +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes [2x] + +[Lil Wayne] +Chea rest in peace yella boy man +You don’t know nothing bout that +That’s that new Orleans shit +Man so if you don’t understand this +You don’t feel this shit go to the next song man +Fuck you! +Rest in peace yella boy rest in peace soulja slim +But this my yella boy right now man +Hey I used to rap rap rap rap shit everyday +Another name of my rap is 3rd ward court day +Holla backEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ridin wit the AK[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day +Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that k k k k k k k k + +[Verse 1: Curren$y] +Time and time again I gotta grab my phone and call Lil Wayne +Let me use your throw away cause niggas out here playin, mang +They just don't get it till I pop the trunk and come back with it +Barrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets +I'm from the crescent city, moving nothing less than fifty +That's more shells than you'll find in the seat +And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G +I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme +Excuse my flossin', dawg I'm still known to tote a snub +Niggas thought I lost all my blickas in that Katrina flood +I still got big you MAC-11 from '97 +Sometimes you gotta show niggas better than you can tell them + +[Hook: Mack Maine, Lil Wayne, & Curren$y] +I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit +I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit +I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit +I, I, I, I be on it on it all night man I be on it all day +Straight up boy if you want me I be riding with that K +Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +[Hook 2: Mack Maine] +Chevys ridin' swerving out +Mufflers stuffed with dro and blow +Mack Maine, Young Money, motto's still, "Fuck a ho" +Burners on the front seat in case a hater come that close +Bodies drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock + +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Body rock, yep, nigga, lean with it rock with it +Thang that make you lean, I be seen round the clock with it +See I don't stop with it, hustle for that new money +Smelling like them new hundreds diarrhea loop runnin' +See I just recruit something that help me move it every day +More workers than Mary Kay, vibin to that Mary J +I'm off the chain like free slaves, bitch, I'm bout my chips +I'm Mack Maine, bitch, I'm on that gangster shit + +[Hook: Mack Maine, Lil Wayne, & Curren$y] +I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit +I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit +I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit +I, I, I, I be on it on it all night man I be on it all day +Straight up boy if you want me I be riding with that K +Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell Fee Dawg +Grab this AK off my back or theres gonna be blood all on them dawg +Clip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop it on in give a nigga that shit +Pull it right over and park that whip, everybody better run when the trunk gone lift +Shit the only thing I'm runnin from myself with a gun when the po po come +The nigga that talk ain't talking bout nothing, I'm a rude boy, I murder for fun +I'm hot bitch word to the sun, I'm the Birdman's son, I'm the chosen one +I'm the god just looking for a nun, I'm the president my job here is done + +[Hook 2: Mack Maine] +Chevys ridin' swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow +Mack Maine, Young Money, motto's still, "Fuck a ho" +Burners on the front seat in case a hater come that close +Bodies drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock + +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Lean with it lean with it lean with it and snap your fingers nigga +Make ya lean with it make ya lean with it make 'em lean with it now bring the hook in and tell 'em dawg + +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Curren$y] +I, I, I, I be on it on it all night man I be on it all day +Straight up boy if you want me I be riding with that K +Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Lets stab 'em in they chest and show 'em that we root lets boom get shot +We bout to stab 'em in they chest and keep my motherfuckin name boom +Get shot, bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thug Life[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Sucker free, fuck a freak, everybody look at me +Codeine in my cup of tea +Suck a D and brush your teeth +Y'all give me the fuckin' creeps +Y'all give me the fuckin' creeps +My life is a fuckin' beach +White girl tannin' turn to peach +My life is a fuckin' beach +Money talkin', comma, speech +Throwin' sign like Robin Leach +Rest in peace to Robin Leach +She say "Hi", I say "Yeeerrrp!" +She was high, I was geeked +She sniff white, I pop Percs +I pop white and I pop pink +I want silence from the lions +Whole jungle know my name +I want the answer to the million dollar question +Nigga come and count my change + +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Uh, thug life forever +Thug life for +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I want my baby pictures on a hundred dollar bill (Yeah, yeah) +My lazy bitches teach my crazy bitches how to chill (Yeah, yeah) +Can't keep my love life and drug life opposite (Yeah, yeah) +I just popped my second rubber then I popped a pill (Yeah, yeah) +Huhhh (Yeah) +Then I scream, "Thug life forever" +Gun fights wherever +It's a cold world, hope the sun shine forever +We got one life, whatever +Bitches fuck like we devils +Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen +Put the one beside the seven +Bitch, it's thug life forever +Gun fights wherever +Nina by my side, I treat her like she special, man +It's a cold world, hope the sun shine forever +We got one life, whatever +Bitches fuck like we devils, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Yes, we live that mothafuckin' thug life +She gon' suck this dick 'til she get tongue-tied +Hop out on your set, throw up the Blood sign +Ratta-tatta, tatta-tatta, doves fly +It's ratta-tat-tat-tatter scatter or get splattered +Data it don't matter, get your shadow shattered +'Specially if you rata taddle +Get that ratta-tat to your tail +Or put the ratta-tatter in your madulla +Oblongata it'll rattle, earthquake to Saturn +Stop all the chatter, slap up your madem +Hop back in the Phantom, screamin' out the anthem +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life) +What life? Thug life (Thug life) +Love life (Love life) +What life? (What life?) +Fuck life, fuck life +Thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life) +What life? Thug life (Thug life) +Love life (Love life) +What life? (What life?) +Fuck life, fuck life + +[Verse 3: Jay Jones] +Look, yeah +Don't ask no questions, I'm the only answer (Don't) +Shit, swing through your section, I'm the homie status (Bah, bah) +Make you perform in front the gun like you some sort of dancer (Yeah) +Your best resort is you should run like you some sort of prince +Damn, killa boss, kill the hoes (Yeah) +Many games, take a loss (Yeah) +Pure lost, man exhaust (Yeah) +My pill bustin' a car for real +Thugs doubt, it's so hard to feel +I done came from the Grove (Yeah) +I used to hang 'round the fiends (For real) +Now I hang with the G.O.A.T +Dead, I was broke, layin' on the floor +Fuck that, I ain't never goin' back +Float me a boat, move me a ho +Pimpin', ain't never goin' back +Mask up, pick the [?] up +It's a cash rush, I got somethin' for his ass +Stand up, nigga man up +Pick your pants up, come and bring it to the stash +We cashed out +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, we live that mothafuckin' thug life +And she gon' suck this dick 'til she get tongue-tied +And I got them goons on the front line +Ratta-tatta, tatta-tatta, doves fly +Thug life forever (Yeah) +Gun fights wherever (Yeah) +It's a cold world, hope the sun shine forever +We got one life, whatever +Screamin', "Fuck life", we devils +Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen +Put the one beside the seven +Bitch, it's thug life forever +Seventeen +Put the one beside the seven, yeah + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Thug life, thug life +What life? Thug life +Love life (Love life) +What life? (What life?) +Fuck life, fuck life + +[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda & Lil Wayne] +Thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life) +Middle fingers up, livin' thug life, ayy +Traphouse jumpin', got a lunch line, ayy +Big Body Benz, nigga plus size, yeah +Bad bitch let me fuck one time (Yeah) +Bad bitch, I only fuck sometimes (Woo, yeah) +I'm grindin' baby girl to see the upside (No) +Tell my girl I'm on strike like an umpire (Woo) +My whippin' is crazy, whippin' this foreign +And the baby stands on the stove, I'm slavin' +Cook up the coke then shavin' +Mula the Army, the Navy +Fuck all you niggas, to each is own +I fuck on that bitch that you bleedin' on +I'm cuppin' on niggas, Codeine, cologne +Fuck y'all I'm sippin' Céline Dion +King of the kitchen, yeah, my seat is a throne (Yeah) +Phone keep ringin', bih leave me alone (Brrr) +Banana clip hangin' at Chiquita Capone +And she clappin' at your ass, like I'm singin' the song +Screamin' thug life (Thug life), thug life (Thug life) +Bag full plus the shoebox +Backwoods stuffed with moonrocks +Send a hunnid shots then we wuzzop + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Thug life forever, thug life forever +Screamin' "Thug life to Heaven" +All the thugs cry together +We got, one life, fuck life +We may all die together +Bitch it's thug life forever, bitch it's thug life, thug life +Yes, we live that mothafuckin' thug life +Fuckin' on your bitch 'til she a doves cry +Sippin' on that motherfuckin' mudslide +Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula GangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Layaway[Intro] +Put some Actavis on layaway +Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah +I've been practicing my fade away, I'm shootin' +I'm an assassin, don't get JFK'd, shoot him (Bap!) + +[Chorus] +Put some Actavis on layaway, yeah +Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah +I've been practicing my fade away +I'm faded off this Actavis, just call it faderade, okay, okay + +[Post-Chorus] +My lil' plastic bitch wanna lay all day, bitch, you fake +Fuck that nasty bitch then fade away, hit the J +Tell that natural bitch to stay that way, bitch, you great +Tell that dancer bitch to pay her way, yeah, yeah + +[Verse 1] +I sip some Ac' and go way away +I take a nap and I wake and bake +I be so litty, I radiate +She said, "Don't you go breaking my achy-break" +I don't fuck with niggas no way, no way +Stay away, far away or the Tommy spray +Chef with the Draco, I'm Bobby Flay +Blood on my apron, my pots and plates +Throw your ass in the grave like a microwave +The oven, the basement, the fireplace +Throw my flag in the air, no United States +Drip too hard, don't stand too close +You might just swallow a tidal wave +And you might just swallow my mayonnaise +I'm mixing this codeine all kind of ways +Lit like Johnny Blaze +[Pre-Chorus] +And you know that roses are red, I know that hundreds are blue +I like my presidents dead, buried somewhere in my room +And all your Victoria red, and I like that color on you +You look like blood money, I'm a vampire, coming for you + +[Chorus] +Yeah, yeah, put some Actavis on layaway +Yeah, yeah, too much cash, ain't no more table space +I've been practicing my fade away +Faded off this Actavis, just call it faderade, okay, okay + +[Verse 2] +Too much coke, too many razorblades, hold up, wait +Snorting white way after Labor Day, yeah, yeah +Like our last day is a day away, yeah, yeah +I’d rather spend the night than save the day +I put some Actavis on layaway +I got this rachet pointin' at your fuckin' database +Stay in place, all of this ammo like the navy base +'Cause day-to-day, me and them bluefaces be face-to-face +Ball like Macy Gray, like Macy Gray, like Macy Gray +Bought my place a place, my safe a safe, my bae a bae +I smoke L.A. all day, I pop a Addy, stay awake +I'm with gorillas that'd kill you for some Bathing Apes +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Pre-Chorus] +She know that roses are red, I know that hundreds are blue +I like my presidents dead, buried somewhere in my room +All your Victoria red, and I like that color on you +You look like blood money, this vampire suckin' his tooth, ooh + +[Chorus] +Put some Actavis on layaway, yeah, yeah +Too much cash, ain't no more table space, yeah, yeah +I've been practicing my fade away, I'm shootin' +I'm an assassin don't get JFK'd, okay, okay + +[Post-Chorus] +My lil' plastic bitch wanna lay all day, bitch, you fake +Fuck that nasty bitch then fade away, hit the J +Tell that natural bitch she tailor-made, bitch, you great +Tell that dancer bitch to pay her way, yeah, yeah + +[Outro] +I sip some Ac' and go way away +I take a nap and I wake and bake (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I be so litty, I radiate +She said, "Don't you go breaking my achy-break" (Moolah, baby) +I don't fuck with niggas no way, no way +Stay away, far away or the Tommy spray +(I'd rather spend the nights than save the day, yeah, yeah) +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +One time for Hollygrove, New Orleans +17th Ward, Uptown +You know how we do it1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Back SoonSitting in my Bugatti, thinking about money +I got paid Friday, I be counting til Monday +Bullshit fly by me, I'm ducking all the bad vibes +Louis on my body and up on my damn eyes +Don't you.. + +Holiday season, bitch! + +Sit in my Bugatti, thinking about money +I got paid Friday, I be counting til Monday +Bullshit fly by me, I'm ducking all the bad vibes +Louis on my body and up on my damn eyes +Don't you ever try me, I'll murk whoever dare try +Shoot you 10 times just in case you got 9 lives +Yeah, I wet you up there getting baptized +It's Weezy Baby - but it's YOUR naptime +I told you I'mma fool with it +More classier than a school with it +Now watch me ball like Rasual with it +And if it's broke, let the Pro Tools fix it + +[Hook] +I heard you got that good +Ready for take-off + +Now go hard on em Tune +White diamonds around the ruby look like Mars on the Moon +Heavy like driving loads on them bitches +Like a flower and a Phantom +Top rose on them bitches +No bullshit, no Derrick Rose on them bitches +My niggas bring me them bitches with no clothes on them bitches +I promise I do 2's 3's and 4's on them bitches, man +I do everything but propose to them bitches +Soo Woo to the Eastside +Cooker on my waist leave you bitch ass deep-fried +If I don't shoot you, you gonna get beat by it +Young M-O-N-E-Y +[Hook] +I heard you got that good +Ready for take-off + +I am not a human being +I am every woman's dream +I am a lion, no, a lion king +I'm fly, no, I'm flier with my giant wings +I sin with a grin +I sit a mac 10 on your chin +I spit out a grenade pin +I'm a soldier put in the army of made men +Now drop it like it's hot, ho +And don't forget the baby like the motherfuckin octomom +Lock, load, bomb +The fireman bitch, it's stop, drop, roll time5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do What We Do[Intro] +I don't know about you, but uh + +[Hook] +My girlfriend, got a girlfriend +My girlfriend got a girl +And we do, do, do, do, do what we do +Do, do, do, do, do what we do +My girlfriend got a girlfriend +My girlfriend got a girl +And we do, do, do, do, do what we do +Do, do, do, do, do, what we do + +[Verse 1] +You know me — Young F, ho +I gets all in her mouth like strep throat +I gets all in her belly like Pepto +Straight stompin' in that pussy like a step show +Ghetto bitches keep me with 'em like lip glow +College bitches keep me with 'em like cliff notes +Cold bitches keep me with 'em like thick coats +Two foreign bitches, now thats a mix show +Pull your skirt up, and let your hips show +She fell in love with a stripper at the strip show +And now, it's two bitches and me +Two bitches and me +Two bitches and me +[Hook] +My girlfriend, got a girlfriend +My girlfriend got a girl +And we do, do, do, do, do what we do +Do, do, do, do, do what we do +My girlfriend got a girlfriend +My girlfriend got a girl +And we do, do, do, do, do what we do +Do, do, do, do, do, what we do + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I like long hair +I hate makeup +Fuck my pillows up +Fuck is really up +I like slim chicks +I love thick broads +All the bitches love me, I need a dick guard +And if she don't give head she's a nimrod +Bitch I will never put your number on my sim card +I look at MJG and 8Ball as mentors +And shit, all they ever told me was "Pimp Hard" +Pimp harder +I get head and tail, like a quarter +Yeah, yeah, in that order +Two bitches and me +Two bitches and me +[Hook] +My girlfriend, got a girlfriend +My girlfriend got a girl +And we do, do, do, do, do what we do +Do, do, do, do, do what we do +My girlfriend got a girlfriend +My girlfriend got a girl +And we do, do, do, do, do what we do +Do, do, do, do, do + +[Bridge] +Two bitches and me, two bitches and me +Two bitches and me, two bitches and me +And they kissin' and huggin', they kissin' and huggin' +They kissin' and huggin', they kissin' and huggin' + +[Verse 3] +Hello +I could play with it +I could eat it up +Yep, beat it up +Get your pussy lip bust +Wait +She say she wanna know how pussy taste +She wanna suck dick, while she get her pussy ate +Movies, massage, menage +Bedroom, bathroom, garage, goodbye +Just leave me be +And it was just us three +Two bitches and me +[Hook] +My girlfriend, got a girlfriend +My girlfriend got a girl +And we do, do, do, do, do what we do +Do, do, do, do, do what we do +My girlfriend got a girlfriend +My girlfriend got a girl +And we do, do, do, do, do what we do +Do, do, do, do, do, what we do4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Young’n Blues[Intro: Lil Wayne - talking] +I met her when I was young and she was younger +With a body like woman so her age meant nothing +I had to get her number +After how she made them daisy dukes fit her all summer +I'm wishing I could hit her all summer +And all she ever wanted +Was for young Weezy to love her +But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and dump her +But that didn't come easy +'Cuz she ended up being my baby's mother +And then I felt smothered but little did I know +I'd never find the same girl inside another +But I never thought that I'd be looking for her +And I never thought that late at night +When I'm in the mix...laying down with some chick +That suddenly it'll click +How this broad in my drawers dont know shit +Bout what I did 'fore I was big +When's there's a woman with my kid where I should be +She screamed to me (What?) +My love, my patience, my pain (OK) +Nigga please + +[Hook] +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +[Verse One] +I met her after the fame +And she ain't even like me but I got her after the game +Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang +Made her into wifey and then reality changed +It was going good...I was happy again +But then things got rapidly strange +And it had to be Wayne +She was still a virgin +What more could I ask from a dame +But I was a bastard...I asked for the pain +Now my ass in the rain +And she got a new life...the picture flipped +And none of it includes Weez and all his bullshit (Shit) +And I remember the Bahamas for the weekend +We was freaking in the suite +And she looked sweet enough to beat it up +Till we began to sleep and I +I'm dreaming 'bout the Victoria Secret lingerie +Told me keep it..she ain't want moms to see it +And just think I once saw it on the girl's body +Now all I'm seeing is nobody + +[Hook] +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +[Verse Two] +You see I never really ran, but no gentleman +All I know is big pimpin' ma'am +I'm just tryna be Weezy +And the perfect husband just might be too hard to find in me, Weezy +Baby girl you gotta work with ya boy +'Cuz all of that cursing it be hurting ya boy +Look for the better not the worst in ya boy +And maybe I can be ya boy...Ya know what I'm sayin' +But see this here is not your everyday love tune +It's the story of your everyday thug dude +And in your mind you prolly thinkin we don't love you +But on the real we just not used to what love do +And please consider that +We were taught to love money, ice, cars, and clothes +Love pussy but you dont love them ho's +Love ya niggas love ya children +Now if they got a bitch you could love that +Holla back + +[Hook] +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +Young Weez'got the young'n blues y'all +(da-da-da-da-da) +I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da) +[Outro with Lil Wayne talking]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Ain’t Never Gotta Ask[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Target practice, baby +Only thing is +I'm not the shooter +I'm the bullet bitch + +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +They say your attitude determines your latitude +I'm high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker +And still the motherfucker you love to hate +But can't, because you love what I make +Now ain't that about a bitch +And I'ma talk shit until I'm out of hits +They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough +All that talkin' I feed off of, keep it up +I'm relaxin' my feet is up, I'm leavin' you haters +Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up +I state the stats to stunt, I don't need to front +Make black history e'ry day, I don't need a month +The survey says, by the streets according +Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan +Was to the NBA when he was scorin' +Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and.. + +[Hook] +You ain't neva gotta ask again +How we got the world to listen +It ain't easy to pretend +I know you lost your cool +And it starting to come back again +Wake and stop it's just the beginning +You ain't never gotta ask again +Baby this is what we do +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, what you want +And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones +Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on +I aim at the moon, and get my howl on +Some niggas cry wolf, i'm on that dry cush +And when it comes to that paper i stack books +Yeah, You heard what i said +I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head +Life ain't cheap, you're better off dead +If you can't pay the fee, shoutout my nigga Fee +See every muthafucka at the door don't get a key +You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see +Its about money, it's bigger than me +I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me," yeah +Don't miss, you fuckin with the hitmen +Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again + +[Hook] +You ain't neva gotta ask again +How we got the world to listen +It ain't easy to pretend +I know you lost your cool +And it starting to come back again +Wake and stop it's just the beginning +You ain't never gotta ask again +Baby this is what we do +[Verse 3: T.I.] +Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South +When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth +No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion +But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin +It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin +It's more because of what I do and how I'm livin +Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggas feelings +(Niggas feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing +Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin +Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling +So say what you want, and do what you please +But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees +I run a record label and a crew of G's +So, niggas'll come and look for you if ya sneeze +Or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say +And be easy, or else it'll be a long day + +[Hook] +You ain't neva gotta ask again +How we got the world to listen +It ain't easy to pretend +I know you lost your cool +And it starting to come back again +Wake and stop it's just the beginning +You ain't never gotta ask again +Baby this is what we do +[Verse 4: Jay-Z] +They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight +And two wrongs don't make a right +But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life +At what point does one fight? (Good question right?) +'Fore you knock the boy, try to put your dogs in his +Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half +Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs +When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag +When your options is none and the pen is all you have +Or the block, niggas standin tight, there's limits on the ave +Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash +But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast +Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence +Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us +Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up +(Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get a Life[Intro] +WOO! + +[Verse 1] +I'm just tryin to get my own, I'm up early in the mo'nin +Gettin it by all means, gotta get this dough (ohhh) +Oh (ohhh) oh (ohhh) oh (ohhh) +But everytime I look over my shoulder +I see you and all your hatin hatin homies all up all up +In my zone (no) oh no (no) oh no (no) oh no (no) +And your haten haten hommies all up in my zone +[Talking] +Come on man, hey! +What the fuck you lookin' at me for?! +You wanna do somethin'? +Do something! + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I say fuck you (fuck you) +Get a life (get a life) +Man I got too much shit on my head +To have to deal with all of you (youuu) +Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu) +I say, fuck you (fuck you) +Get a life (get a life) +Man I got too much shit on my head +To have to deal with all of you (youuu) +Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu) +I say fuck youuuuuuuuu... +[Verse 2] +Listen baby! +You've got it goin on +Your girlfriends say I ain't the one +They hate it when I call you up +I hear 'em in the backround on your phone (ohhh) +Oh no (ohhh) ah-oh (ohhh) oh (oh-oh-oh) +What you don't know about 'em baby +When you not around 'em baby +They be tryin to holla dey be +Hidin in the bushes of my home (ohhh) +Oh (ohhh) oh (ohhh) ah-oh (ewww) +Listen girl! +You tired of your motherfuckin friends +Hatin on your motherfuckin nigga everytime he call +They's a bunch of motherfuckin haters +Fuck them boo! + +[Hook] +I say fuck you (fuck you) +Get a life (get a life) +Man I got too much shit on my head +To have to deal with all of you (youuu) +Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu) +I say, fuck you (fuck you) +Get a life (get a life) +Man I got too much shit on my head +To have to deal with all of you (youuu) +Of you (youuu) of you (youuu) of you (youuu) +I say fuck youuuuuuuuu... +[Bridge] +All I can say is get a life +Quit your motherfuckin hatin and get a life +Get money, get bitches and get a life +Get it goin, get it goin, go get a life +All I can say is get a life +Quit your motherfuckin hatin and get a life +Get money, get bitches and get a life +Get it goin, get it goin, go get a life + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Oohhh, yeah +Oohhh, yeah +Oohhh, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Millionaires Row[Intro] +Nigga + +(Chorus 1) +I don't like you +You don't like me +Ain't nothing but air and opportunity +And my squad and I too deep (Yeah) +So watch how you speak (Yeah) +So watch how you speak + +(Verse) +I'm high, you reach +I got guys who creep +Like bon bon, you sweet +Nigga i'm high, too steep +Combined with drink +My mind fried like a motherfucking +Popeyes two-piece lord +I shine, you blink +I'm wide eyed, you chink +In the pen, did my time, came out like new ink +That's why I grind to sleep +Can't even find time to eat +But I find time to freak +Yeah I find time to- (Yeah) +Uh, stop sign in my flex zone +Open sign on my trap house +You think in yo safe house +Nigga look outside we camped out +And we just got the address to your +Stash house and your last house +That's where yo mom stayin' now like +Knock knock "hello ma'am", pow +Can't tell my dogs stand down +When you pussy ass keep saying meow +I know you hear our stomach's growl +And you in here looking like chow +We gon' need an MD, cause' it's gon' be a man down +Take yo bitch and wax ass like a ShamWow, nigga +(Chorus 2) +I don't like you +And you don't like me +Ain't nothing but air and opportunity +And my squad and I too deep (Yeah) +So watch how you speak (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mr. Postman 2[Hook] +I've been standin' here waitin', Mr. Postman +So-o-o patiently +For just a card, or just a letter +Sayin' he's returning home to me, Mr. Postman + +[Intro - Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +That's right darling, aha +Yeah, It's ya baby, baby, ha + +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +I got her waitin' on me, she lookin' down the block +She see me walkin' up and she run to the mailbox +She say it feels she's up in a cell block +And I open her cell lock, I'm the (Postman) +Just come to make my mail drop, more masculine than him +I'm nastier than him, I'm passin' her and him +In something faster than them +And then he like, "Damn, there go that bastard again, he the (Postman)" +And she correct him, and I respect her +And he protect her, and she neglect him +And he caress her, and she molest me +He must be weak cuz me, I'm just the (Postman) +And when her man home, I'm the ghostman +Why you think she holdin that pillow close, man? +Why you think she won't open the bathroom door? +She's no whore, she want more of the (Postman) +[Hook] (x2) + +[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] +Girlfriend snatcher, I don't care if you're attached +If that's her, then that's her +And that's me to smash her +Now she hangin' up her high ass skirt, on the (Postman) +Hehe, yeah baby I got that comeback +I'm at your walls like a thumbtack +So Miss Humpback, I know what to do with all that +Fall back, I'll put you a sinner, in the (Postman) +That's big talk for a little guy +But I'm walkin' without reply +She got her legs up, she tryin' to walk in the sky +She callin' for God, and she callin' on I, she say (Postman) +I'm like, "Yeah baby, I'm right here baby +He's here baby!" She like, "Yeah baby!" +Heres a chain letter and some magazines +Keep it clean, he will never think it was the (Postman) + +[Hook] (x2) + +[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] +Yeah, she love my gangsta, she feel my swagger +I'm there every week just to give her her package +I pick up her bills and I pick up her taxes +You might find a few stamps on your mattress from the (Postman) +She want young holly grove in a envelope +I'm her private note and you ain't gotta know +I'm her fantasy, she always got letters on the canopy +Waiting for the (Postman) +No postal service, I just got my social workin' +And your girl is lurkin', and this world is dirty +And your girl is nervous, to give me head in the convertible +I'm the (Postman) +Yeah, kind and curtious, she love that in me +She love me in her, and I love that plenty +It never fails, sorry homeboy +But you've got mail, I'm the (Postman) +[Hook fading until end]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Put On for the Game[Verse 1: Tyga] +I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash +Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand +This man ain't givin a fuck for no middle man, middle class +Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz +Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams +And I was just a boy like killer cam +But now my print over yo bitch, T-shirt +Glass skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp +But it gets worse, how would you feel +Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk +After I'm all working your girlfriend purse +Damn ma, didn't he fuck friend ha? +Yea why? I thought that goofy bitch was lying +Guess not, bet not they won't near us +Fear us, Y.M squadron +Young bloods +Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above +Studio, many yums, I ain't fucking with the club +While you getting bub, I'm getting pub +These songs I mean, these songs be mean +Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities +I got the holy spirit, but no father son + +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +Now everybody know I'm shining in the coupe +No roof while I'm shitting on em +Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for +I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up +Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura +Young money nigga, Yea I'm back like I left something +You niggas is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son +Young nigga, got my money running like Barry +Bitches want my baby cause they heard about my salary +Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g +Knock them bitches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G +All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n +All my niggas red flagging you could see we soo woo'n +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Dedication 3 +I feel like these mothafuckas better know we next +I will like but never love them H-O-E-S +I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix +I still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch +I'm on my so mean shit, you don't know me bitch +I do it for those who done it before me bitch +My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak bitch +And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece bitch +Stunna man said kill em all, so still and all +I'm a kill em all, murder them pussy hoes +I'm flyer then a butterfly doing the tootsie roll +Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough +And it takes a lot of paper to book a show +You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know +I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for +And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee +And numbers don't lie, yeah +Yea better hope your math is right +We take your body for a sacrifice +You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife +I put on for them bitches, on, on for them bitches +I put on for them bitches, on, on +I put on for them bitches, on, on +I put on OnnnnnEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lights Off[Intro] +Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off) +You know what time it is (What) +You know what time it is (What) +Strap -Up (Gun Cocks) + +[Verse 1] +Alot of niggas better move out +Cause here I come with my click +With the tools out +All of a sudden all these cowards +Startin to spook out +It's warfare a buncha of niggas +Bout to lose out +It's time to load up them thangs +Hit the spot run in his house +And make 'em show up then thangs +Take 'em in the room go in his pockets +And then blow up his brains +No matter the weather +Rain, snow, sleet, or hail +I'mma slangin' that metal +So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood +To get it together +Cause I'm with tola, mario +And we down for whatever +Never underestimate or you goin under, see +Y'all can keep playin with Lil Wayne +But that lil' boy trouble +And plus dis shorty be full, wodie +Be scorin bundles, then start wildin' +Hit the block and let his toys rumble +And it go ratter-tatter +Ya be suprised how niggas scatter +When the M-1 shatter +And everybody on the block +They get bout' ten in they bladder +[Chorus] +Tell 'em lights off +Mask on +Creep silent +Your life's gone +We done left the block quiet +Tell 'em lights off +Mask on +Creep silent +Your life's gone +We done left the block quiet + +[Verse 2] +Look, look +When it's time to ride +It ain't no time to play +It could be time to die +At any time of the day +And i'll be godammit +If I let a nigga steel me +It will not happen +Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em +And got my Glocks rammin' +Leave a nigga spot damaged +That's how the beat made us +I chief three blunts +So I can get a head rush +Then come around the corner +And your whole day crush +I'm sick and tired +Niggas choose to test the water +They get hit and die +Some of 'em scared of man slaughter +So they stay inside +And watch they partners get lit up +And then they ask why? +That's cause you played wit' me +They could'nt of known im'a guerilla +Drama stayed with me +Ran in his home went to kill him +Took his head with me +You better get it right or keep it right +Or lose your whole town +Tell em' lights off +It's about to go down +[Chorus] +Tell 'em lights off +Mask on +Creep silent +Your life's gone +We done left the block quiet +Tell 'em lights off +Mask on +Creep silent +Your life's gone +We done left the block quiet + +[Verse 3] +Massacre all these streets; block it off +Lil Wayne is in yo hood +With something like a rocket dog +And I'm after ya +I don't pass beef +I stop at all +That boy got a head on his shoulders +I knock it off +I'm highly intoxicated mixing krystelle and vodka +Somebody call the doctor +Cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka +Nigga out the way man +I'm sorry but us guerillas we can't stay tamed, say it man +Are you ready, ready +Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juve, and BGeezy they all there +We all flare, don't care, dog they all tear +Give the guns to the one with the long hair +Dem block burner +It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy +(Breathes)they breathe heavlily +Bullets they come steadily +You better stay off the block +Cause you might fall +You better stay off the block +Cause the lights off +[Chorus] +Tell 'em lights off +Mask on +Creep silent +Your life's gone +We done left the block quiet +Tell 'em lights off +Mask on +Creep silent +Your life's gone +We done left the block quiet +Tell 'em lights off +Mask on +Creep silent +Your life's gone +We done left the block quiet +Tell 'em lights off +Mask on +Creep silent +Your life's gone +We done left the block quiet + +[Outro] +Lights off +Tell em' lights off +La, la, la lights off +Nigga lights off +We done left the block quiet2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rap City FreestyleCheck my swag, I travel like sound dawg +You play hard and I'm gravel like ground dawg +I'm underground, call me groundhog +Lay down lawns, I'm the ground law +Don't confuse me with the law,naw +But just confuse me with my pa because I am the Birdman J.R +I ain't trippin' boy, I play the corner like Ripken boy +With the 40 Cal Ripken boy,rip a boy +Flip your vehicle, split your windshield +Whack your baby momma but I'll let the kid live +[?] people say that I am a kid still +Cause the lil guy is still riding on big wheels +Okay,okay you're running with a Don +Come through nice ice bucket on my arm +Run through [?] and bubble gums [?] +Top kick back like I know a lil karate +Mommy like Wayne so she show a lean body +We blow a lil blunt... and +I got it in my pants man +Because I am hotter than a fire +Real shining light the thing I got up in my tires +Hey so check my [?] V12 making scream and [?] make 'em Holla, holla +I'm a one seven scholar +I son ya all boys +Ya all Kevin Johnsons +You see me with my mob [?] posture +I don't play ball I play guard every dollar +I'm going hard and your girl behind me +And I came so fast that she had to rewind me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Goin’ In FreestyleHello Motherfucka, Hey hi how you doing +Its Weezy F. Baby come to take a shit and urine +On the toilet bowl bitches +Pussy ass niggas +Stomping on this beat like a motherfucking Sigma +Bad to the bristle, Half to the rizzle +I’m so official all I need is a whistle +Bitch name Crystal +Let her suck my pistol +She open up her mouth and then I blow her brains out +You ain’t met a nigga like me +You probably never will +Ryders rolling with me like eleven wheels +Find out where you living +Kill you in the kitchen +The feds trying to clip us +But we ain’t even tripping + +[Hook] + +I’m goin in, I’m goin in, I’m goin in, I’m goin in +And I'mma go hard, And I'mma go hard, And I'mma go hard,And I'mma go hard +Bitch I’m goin in, I’m goin in, I’m goin in, I’m goin in +And I'mma go hard, And I'mma go hard, And I'mma go hard,And I'mma go hard + +Fuck fucking these bitches +I put on a rubber when I fucking mean business +Punch a king vision +I see straight through them +Fuck how I did them +Watch how I'm about to do them +I'mma drag him from the river +Dump his body in the lake +Let the bullets from the K throw a party in your face +Yeah, DJ Extra Clip, so go DJ! +I will kill you on your B-Day +Have a bitch with twin Glocks +Jump out your cake +Tell her merk em, and don’t forget about the safe' +We ain’t even walking, we runnin this shit +Like a toilet in a bank I want my money and shit +And I call cocaine my Columbian bitch +And my Columbian bitch like my Columbian ditch +Get it? got it? good I'm gone +Boy where you going? +You know where i’m going... +[Hook] + +My style, My style, is second to none +So you got to put me on +Like Bonita Applebum +A Tribe Called Quest +A guy called the best +Never lie for less +Cause I stand for more +Young Me +I get it in, yes +I get to the inns like I-N-N +And y'all suite like hotels +And you may be fly but I propel +High Profile, gun no smile +Warn your child, warn your spouse +And I would keep going in but the song's going out +Peace1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Whoever You Like[Hook: Lil Wayne] x2 +I said I'm stepping out with my niggas tonight +It's Young Money bitch and +You can do whoever you like +You can do whoever you like +I said Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Drizzy Drake, Mack Maine +Jae Millz, Tyga Tyga, you can do whoever you like +You can do whoever you like + +[Verse 1: Jae Millz] +Baby we are so live you ain't gotta check for a pulse +Its Young Money, but you can call us multiple choice +See you can choose me, choose Mack or Gudda Gudd +Streets, Drizzy Drake, Tyga Tyga, or all the above +But no falling in love +We just fuck until we fall out and we fall asleep +You want a uptown hustler, you can call on me, I'm Jae Millz +For my money I make moves, like a R8 on the open street +I know you're nasty, I can see it in your eyes +I can tell how you move, it's written all in your vibe +So fuck your man, 'cause what he living is a lie +He commercial, it's only 10 seats on them planes that we fly +Plus I'm fly, and no exaggeration +But I'm so fly, fuck a plane, I'll get you to your destination +Holla at ya mizzann, it's Young Money +Life is good, fuck the forecast cause everyday is sunny +[Interlude: Lil Wayne (Jae Millz)] +Well, not actually, 'cause I make it rain +(Whatever you like) Yeah, you can pick the weather you like + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Okay, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda, Taz Po, T-Streets +Mack Maine, Tyga Tyga, you can do whoever you like +You can do whoever you like + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Um, they ask me am I single and I tell 'em, "Hell no!" +They ask who I go with, I say, "Whoever wanna go!" +And we can go wherever you like +They ask me am I single, and I tell 'em, "Hell no!" +They ask who I'm fucking I say 'whoever wanna know' +And I can fuck whoever I like + +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +Got my two fingers out the roof, see me repping out +The Levi's is skinny, so I'm walking with the weapon out +Two bitches on my arm, get my Don Juan on +Watch the hoes go crazy when the boy song on +Multicolored stones on, we getting money, yeah +I get my Styrofoam on, my cup muddy +Yeah I walk down on ya bitch, then I run away with her +Let her do what she like, then I have my way with her +I ain't trying to play with her, I ain't trying to stay with her +I'm just trying to dick her down, nigga, you can lay with her +So give me MySpace like dot com +I'm Funkmaster Flex, with the flow, I drop bombs +"Young Gudda Moneybags," that's what they calling me +Shitting on you boys like I'm sitting on the toilet seat +Y.M.O.B. we on that Soprano shit +Every day, we blowing cash, we be on that Hammer shit +[Hook 3: Lil Wayne] +Like you can't touch this, like you can't touch us with a pipe +But we can touch whoever we like +You could even do Lil Chuckee, Lil Twist, KY, Bobby V +Lil Scrap, didn't say me, 'cause I got a wife +So, sorry, not tonight + +[Hook] + +[Outro] +You see I hope your math is right +Take ya body as a sacrifice +You see them flashing lights +Welcome to afterlife1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Better Get ’Em*[Intro] +Ain't nobody like you in this bitch +Woo! Fuck them other niggas +Carter V! Fuck them other niggas +Ain't nobody else like you, ain't nobody else like you +Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch +You ready? + +[Refrain 1] +Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas +Ridin' in a mothafuckin' brand new machine, comin' down like a missile +Machine gun to a nigga spine like, "Listen, nigga listen, don't move, motherfucker" +And the world is mine like Twism, this that Carter V, lemme get 'em + +[Verse] +I know the whole New Orleans got my back +Get the dirt off my shoulders and clean up my act +This that C5, thank you Jesus, I'm back +'Cause there's only one I, don't remove that eye patch +Man, I got this whole fuckin' world on my back +It wasn't my hands but there's blood on my hands +Watch my fingers make a capital B +I throw gang signs up and don't care where they land +I know the whole 17 got my back +The backbone of my hood, I'm the spleen of my trap +I know some niggas that think it's Iraq +There is death in the air, you might catch a contact +You may need to shorten the lean after that +Man, I swear I drunk so much of lean, I almost passed +Not tryna say I've been clean after that +But let's just say that is a thing of the past +But can you picture the scene after that? +No more Lil Tunechi, no more king of rap +Life can be gone in a blink of an eye +Lord, I guess I just be blinkin' too fast +Oh but don't you judge me, judge the one in the mirror +In your bathroom found a sink full of glass +Just when they thought and they think I wouldn't last +I woke up and I just Carter Cinco'd they ass +[Refrain 2] +Man, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas +We done came this far, I'm so proud of my niggas +I'm around for my niggas, I come...6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pop That Pussy[Girl] +Hold up, hold up is that who I think it +Is coming in here +[Girl #2] +Girl That's Cassidy +[Girl] +Hold on lets go to the dressing room +I need a piece of shit to fuck +Get our self together put our +Pussy poppers on, we gon make +This money tonight + +[Hook] +Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that +Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it +For that paper drop then pop pop it +Pa-pop it for that paper +Then let me hit the blow +And pop it for the paper + +[Cassidy] +Fuckin' ass +I'mma hustla so I be on the grind (on the grind) +I always got the money and the bitches on my mind (on my mind) +And I was born to dine so every where I goes at (goes at) +The first thing I wanna know is where them hoes at (where them hoes at) +Where them girls that be takin off they clothes at (clothes at) +And where them girls that be slindin down them poles at (poles at) +Where them freaks at where them where them freaks at (freaks at) +Who will get down on the floor and make they cheeks clap cheeks clap) +The type of girl that let another girl eat that (eat that) +And if you gotta couple dollars you can beat that (beat that) +Where my girl who be out there on the creep at (on the creep at) +Where them freaks at I had to repeat that (repeat that) +Cause I'm a freak too I get that from my father (father) +Since I can remember I been poppin my collar (collar) +You brought a dollar then holla believe that (believe that) +Girl ya pussy powerful cause niggas need that (need that) +[Hook x2] + +[Sean P.] +Yea lil shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper +So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada +Always be that fresh I guess that why they get my flavor +You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor +Turn around and bust it open DJ call a waitress +I'mma make it rain what she be makin on the basis +Pop them rubber bands yall know what it is +Talkin strip club shawty cause I'm payin on some bills +Got them bottle on deck yea this is how I live +Nigga if you and ya lil homie hatin give you both a pill +Only in Atlanta yea this is where it is +If you into rubber throw a hundred dollar bill +Yea shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper +So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada +Always be that fresh I guess that why she get my flavor +You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor + +[Hook x2] + +[Lil Wayne] +Um, well it's the libra baby now come play in my jungle ride my zebra baby +And my hair hang like Tarzan I am the man now be my lady +And u know u wanna be my lady and you know I'm intoxicated yep +I smoke an drink that grade A +And um I like to tounge kiss that's right tongue kiss +I'm talkin diamonds and pearl tongues young prince +And I got them bloods with me bandanna like a hippie +And I tell you this you can be my mistress next to sippii +Lets get it poppin honey now get it poppin shawty +Baby I can make you see more hearts than Ed Hardy +Invite you to my crib I gotta bed party +And I'm the DJ I make you say go DJ +[Hook x2]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The MottoI'm the fuckin' man, you don't get it do ya? +Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya +Go uptown, New York City bitch +Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura +Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too +Clubbing hard, fuckin' women ain't much to do +Wrist bling, got a condo up in Biscayne +Still getting brain from a thang, ain't shit changed +How you feel? How you feel? How you feel? +Twenty five sittin' on twenty-five mil uhh +I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself +Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'mma do it for the Bay, okay +Getting paid well holla wen ever that stop +My team good, we don't really need a mascot +Tell Tune "light one, pass it like a relay" +YMCMB you niggas more YMCA +Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo +Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo +We got Santa Margarita by the liter +She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really need her +Ahhh, That's how you feel man? +That's really how you feel? +Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill +I mean maybe she won't +Then again maybe she will +I can almost guarantee she know the deal +Real nigga wassap +[Chorus] +Now she want a photo Ya +You already know though +You only live once, that's the motto nigga YOLO +We 'bout it every day, every day, every day +Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga we don't really play +Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say +Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way +Real nigga wassup? +One, time fuck one time +I'm calling niggas out like the umpire +Seven, grams in the blunt +Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt +It's Eastside, we in this bitch +Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch +And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch +That's my MO add a B to that shit +I'm fucked up, torn down +I'm twisted: door knob +Talk stupid, off with your head! +Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! Ya +I'm so Young Money got a drum on the gun +Energizer bunny +Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar +Ain't shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers +I tongue kiss her other tongue +Skeet skeet skeet: water gun +Oh my God Becky look at her butt +Tunechi +[Chorus] +Wassap wassap +Real nigga wassup +Real nigga wassup + +[Chorus] +Wassap, wassapEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +It’s killing me[Hook] +It's killin me +Wooooo +I must like it when you question me about it baby +I swear, but they say, it's just not true + +[Overlapping first Hook] +Woo, yeah +How ya'll doin out there? +I'd just like to tell ya'll my story +Ya dig? +That's right +Everybody in the crowd put your tree'z up +Yeah, put your tree'z up +Let's go +Yeah + +[Verse 1] +3 in the mornin, I ain't home yet +Shawty blowin up my phone like a bomb threat +What's goin on baby? +Why you on that? +Knowin when I make it home I get ya thong wet +Okay I'm on my way, speedin windows up +So have my food warm, and have my pillows fluff +She been through the water, shawty guerilla tough +Shawty take all them shots like the Louis cup +I wanna give her all, and never give her up +I told her when it died down we could live it up +Where would you be, be without me? +Don't doubt me be about me baby, I'm like... +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I'm like +As soon as I come home, I was workin long +She wanna know what I was working on +So I play her this song +And I make her feel wrong +But still in all in my eyesight, she passed right +I can't trip cuz no one loves the fast life +Or sittin in the passenger seat, hold tight +When she gives a whole platter to me, her whole life +But for me that's too much to eat, in one bite but +I'mma chew and just do what I gotta +Other bitches get the boot like a high top Prada +Where would you be, be without me? +Don't doubt me be about me baby, I'm like... + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Can I talk to her, yeah, um +Leave the drama on daytime television +What is this detention? +It feel like elementary +I wish I never injure +Hurt or scar you +When I think of my future +Baby that are you +I mean that is you +Part of my fears +You know, part of my mental +See what I'm into? +See how I'm in too deep in the shit too? +It ain't just you, it is us two +I trust you, you gotta trust me +Cuz in them other bitches eyes I'm a must-see +Now where would you be, be without me? +Don't doubt me be about me girl +It's killin me +Wooooo +I must like it when you question me about it baby +I swear, but they say, it's just not true1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +These Hoes[Chorus] +Oh, Young Money, money so old +All these motherfuckin' M’s and all these motherfuckin' O's +I can give some to these hoes +But I got that dope dick, and all these hoes want is this dough +All these hoes come as they go (Yeah) +All these hoes want is snow, I'm a hundred below +All these hoes fuckin' for sure (Yeah) +All these hoes want is to say that they fuck with a GOAT + +[Verse] +All of my bitches tote choppers (Yeah) +I walk around with an army, your bitches cadavеrs +I had to sit down and convo (Oh) +With Mother Earth and that bitch told me I was adopted (Oh) +I worе some Vans to a wedding (Oh) +It was at the House of Versace, me and Kanye was spotted (Oh) +He offered me some wings (Oh) +I told him, "Don't even bother, I'm already flyin'" (Woah) +You better not bleed on my carpet (No) +That type of shit get your pussy ass thrown to the lions +It feels like my throne is on fire +You tried to call it a day, but my phone was on silent (Hello?) +I'ma keep fuckin' these hoes (Woah) +I'ma keep guttin' these hoes, I ain't stuntin' these hoes (Woah) +I can't stop stuntin’ on these hoes (Woah) +Baby, I'm stuck in this mode, like gum on my sole (Fuck) +Lightin' up blunts I just rolled (Woah) +Got me high up on these hoes, slam dunkin' these hoes (Woah) +I done got enough of these hoes (Woah) +I ain't tryna get stuck with these hoes, I get stuck in these holes +I'ma keep fuckin' these hoes +I'ma keep lovin’ these hoes, then dumpin' these hoes +I don't even stop for these hoes +Can't stop stuntin' I ain't got no stop button for these hoes +I don't give a fuck who she knows +You know I fuck who she know, give a fuck if she know +I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes +No ceilings, I ain't put a roof over none of these hoes +I ain’t even start on these hoes +I cum on these hoes, you know I ain't finna cum in these hoes (No) +I don't know what come with these hoes +I fuck every ho that come with these hoes, right in front of these hoes +You be doin' lunch with these hoes +Rollin' up blunts with these hoes, smokin' dubs with this ho +Nigga, I don't need a bunch of these hoes +I need to cover these hoes, I need to play some double-dutch with this rope +I'ma double cup on this ho +I'm over my bitch, layin' under his sofa +She bounce on my dick like a fucking '64 +Gave me head like a marshmallow, then she dip low, go DJ +Pajama party on my PJ +I've been in Miami party, this is private +I got the banana clip in this machine gun +Extra machine gun, if this machine break (Brrr) +I'ma keep bussin', you better get lower than Donald be duckin' +You soft as some dough, and I'm hot as an oven +Your homie’s a s'more and your slime is a muffin +And I buss a lil' bitch, 'cause I like it, she love it +That bih gon' get busy in private, in public +I stuck it, I stick it, I strike it, I struck it +She suck it, she lick it, she bite, and I'm punchin' +I smack it up, flip it up, rub it down, whip it +Cookin' the coke, get the fuck out my kitchen +I'm whippin' the white girl, domestic violence +Nosy ass neighbors, stay the fuck out my business +Just business, I chop the boy up like some scissor (Yeah) +It ain't nothin' to get your throat cut like a ribbon (Yeah) +I aim at your nose and I buss when you sniffin' +Your brain's on the hoes and your blood on the bitches, uh +We are not on the same +Bum-bum-bum-bum and we're out of your lane +I'ma come through with so much ice on, lookin' like I don't wanna ever be a Hot Boy again +[Chorus] +Oh, Young Money, money so old +All these motherfuckin' M’s and all these motherfuckin' O's +I can give some to these hoes +But I got that dope dick, and all these hoes want is the dough +All these hoes come as they go (Yeah) +All these hoes want is snow, I'm a hundred below +All these hoes fuckin' for sure (Yeah) +All these hoes want is to say that they fuck with a GOAT + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +You can't put a ceiling on the greatest +So we took the fuckin' ceiling off3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Inside[Intro] +I came back around, I came back around, I came back around +Tha Carter, motherfucker +It's Tha Carter, man +Right now we still in the kitchen, man +You checking out them bitches' booties, right? I know +Yeah, but let's move on, man, I got plenty more house to show you, man +Plenty more Carter to give you +You know? Let's go, man + +[Verse] +Now let me show you upstairs +Got the glass house floor to let me know who up there +Look down and you see your reflection +You ain't gotta know who down here +You just know you protected +Ay mane, how I don't know you connected? +Here's a little morphine, let me see you inject it +That's right, little wodie respect this +Understand me or get cha mammy a deathwish +Part I, Part II, Part III +All the parts of Godfather, all a part of me +If you look to the wall you see +A few gagged up, tied up, scared pricks +Got 'em facing the wall like they was on Blair Witch +I ain't Jason at all but it get scary 'bout my chips (yeah) +And in here is where I keep the bricks +Acknowledge Lil Marley in the hallway +He got the clips +Don't shoot 'em, Marley +[Outro] +Yeah, that's my little dude Marley, man +He hold me down, you know what I'm talking about? +I'll show you the rest of the house later, man +You wait right here, I'll be back +Carter, Carter, Carter2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Swagger Like Us (Alternate Verse)No one on the corner have swagger like I +Too cool for school, fly boy high +I drop out like I fell, from the sky +Hold up, let me wipe the cloud off my eye +He has class, first in the lunch line +My lunch ticket let my eat rappers at lunch time +Swagger, shinin' brighter than sunshine +Misfit, duck in the fashion one time +No one on the corner has swagga like moi, Church +But I'm too clean for the choire +I require what I desire I earn my stripes, Adidas +Mami scream papi no mas +Run up in your house just me; no mas +Runnin this bitch like I got four thighs +No one like swagger like these four guys!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck You[Lil Wayne] +Who that, Weezy Bitch +Like Sigel, you fuckin with the young don, people +Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel +Muh'fuckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle +I get sums in lumps, like measles +My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures +I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you +And for that cheddar, hungry niggas'll eat you +We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes +Bitches yell I wanna do those guys +Ain't that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo' +I'm 19 and I got banked at O +That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls +But the price on that muthafucka ain't that low +Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo' +If your fuckin with the dude +Bitch I'm from Cash Money Records, Fuck You + +[Hook x8] +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you + +[Mannie Fresh] +Chains, knives, guns that's us +The slogan is "we will bust" +The rules our this our side +Cross it young nigga and you will die +Pumps, riot guns, even 25's +Cash Money got this, don't even try it +Stay where you from, don't bring no static +If not, then semi-automatic +This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back +Fuck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at +What's beef, beef is when you fuck with us +Guaranteed to leave yo' ass up under the bus +There's no one quicker, than a hot boy nigga +That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger +There's no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina +Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor +[Hook x4] + +[Baby] +Fo' sho' nigga +I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit +If a nigga don't like it they can suck my dick +I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari +Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow +Fuck a cutless, regals, and rams V-12 +Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams +Got a big ass crib with a flow lil fuck +Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up +Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth +Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room +Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall +Jaguar floors and fuck all yall +BMW lights, projectors to watch fights +Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads +Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy +I don't give a fuck homie, that's how I play it +Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs +In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs +From me, Fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say +I'm Cash Money stunna nigga and that's how I play it + +[Hook x8]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ring Ring[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ring, ring, ring, my plug gon' pick up for sure, 365, 24 +Lean, lean, lean, I run through a pint like a four, I run through a pound like a O +Ting, ting, ting, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out +Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life +Ding, ding, ding, my shooters shoot shit up for sure, you can get your shit hit up for sure +Lean, lean, lean, I done ran through the pint like a four, I done ran through the pound like a O +Bling, bling, bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out +Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Huh, I'm sippin' syrup like water, I'm sippin' syrup like watеr, yeah-yeah-yeah +Geekin' likе a nerd at Harvard, geekin' like a nerd at Harvard, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah +Gave you a number told you call 'em, if he ain't doin' numbers don't call 'em, yeah-yeah-yeah +These niggas ain't eatin', they starvin', I'm over here eatin' like a Walrus, yeah-yeah-yeah + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +I ain't tryna fall in love (No), she ain't tryna fall a victim (No) +Fell asleep off the drugs (Oh, woah), woke up and rekindle (Oh) +From the walls to the window (Woah), woke up with a buzz (Oh) +Turned a buzz to a blender (Yeah), to be continued (Yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ring, ring, ring, my plug gon' pick up for sure, 365, 24 +Lean, lean, lean, I run through a pint like a four, Run through a P like a O +Ting, ting, ting, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out +Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life +Ding, ding, ding, my shooters shoot shit up for sure, you can get your shit hit up for sure +Lean, lean, lean, I done run through a pint like a four, I done run through the P like a O +Bling, bling, bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out +Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out +[Verse 2: Euro & (Lil Wayne)] +Stop tryna change (Stop tryna change) +Young nigga run up the miles on the Range, how could you blame me? (How could you blame me?) +Told her I'm too tired to kick it, and then I go fuck with the city (I fuck with the city) +I put my heart on the counter and say to the cashier, "What could this get me?" (What could this get me?) +My partner just robbed him a rapper then gave me the watch, but this shit doesn't fit me (This shit doesn't fade me) +Used to wanna do the red carpet with a popstar +But I'm cool solo in the RR +See the wrist wet, do the ChaCha (Yeah) +And this girl just taught me how to salsa (Yeah) +So I'm kinda busy, tryna two-step (Yeah) +My OG doin' numbers but he still afraid to fuck with new tech (Woah) +Real shit, you can verify (Yeah), before the blue check I blew checks (Blew it) +Bragging 'bout all the threesomes (Yeah), I've done it all, am I cool yet? (Do it) +Cold world and she wanna sweat along, yeah she know it's my crew next (Do it) +I say less and do more, they say more and do less (Do it) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I got the money, bitch, I got the power, bitch, yeah, yeah (I got the money, I got the power) +I pack my luggage and go on a power trip, yeah, yeah (I pack my luggage and go on a power trip) +I press a button and start the apocalypse, yeah, yeah (I press a button and start the apocalypse) +After I fuck her, she go play the lottery, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh) +And she think I need love, I think I need oxygen (Oh-oh, oh-oh) +I got diamonds all around my esophagus (Oh-oh, oh-oh) +Cocaine got her nose, feelin’ like a rhinoceros (Oh-oh, oh-oh) +She just got off a bitch, I just got out a bitch, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh) +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ring, ring, ring, my plug gon' pick up for sure, 365, 24 +Lean, lean, lean, I run through a pint like a four, I run through a pound like a O +Ting, ting, ting, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out +Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life +Ding, ding, ding, my shooters shoot shit up for sure, you can get your shit hit up for sure +Lean, lean, lean, I done ran through a pint like a four, I run through the pound like a O +Bling, bling, bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out +Bling, bad lil' bitch is mine, I'ma ice her whole life out + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +I ain't tryna fall in love (No), she ain't tryna fall a victim (No) +Fell asleep off the drugs (Oh woah), woke up and rekindle (Oh, oh) +From the walls to the window (Yeah), woke up with a buzz (Yeah) +Turned a buzz to the blender (Yeah), to be continued (Yeah, yeah) +Ring, ring, ring + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Ice her out, ice her out + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Baseball SexLil Wayne +Yeah (take me out, take me out) +Ok now it was me and Mrs. C +We was chillin by ourself +Both of us just popped a pill +And now am feelin' myself + +I ain't worried bout you cause I'm feelin' myself +I ain't worried bout you cause I'm feelin' myself + +And they feelin' my shoe and they feelin' my belt +And they feelin' my jean thats the one they never seen +And my watch look like a television screen +And my right wrist nice and my left wrist mean +And now my neck gettin' all jealous and things +So I had to cop a couple of more necklaces man +Like ain't that a bitch? +Ain't a bitch I ain't my words +Heavy so I hope them bitches stick like paint + +And all I really care about is my bank ho +And all I really care about is my bank ho +And all I really care about is my bank ho +Ya digg? now, what you drank? + +I tell her bartender just straight patron +Man I'm takin one of these girls home +And we can do what we do we grown +We can do what we do we grown +I met her on first base standin' all alone +We went to second base and now she in my zone +Then we told Mr. Third Base we gon' +I told you im taking one of these girls home (safe) +Mack Maine +I take a chick out the park like Barry +She held my balls so long the ref call her carry +She come to the crib and she think we married +She try to sneak in my bed like the tooth fairy (ha) +I call her genius oral she give me head sex +And all my bitches like packages they get FedEx +You can call 'em priority of 'da next day +They call the next day like "Maine I'm still rollin'" +I'm like well im heading to the game you still rollin'? +Like let me know your destiny child like Kelly Rowland +You think she lift weights with her brain the way she headstrong +You see my house is third base I call my bed home +You call her Miss Decapitated yeah her head gon' +She think she living right but I tell her she dead wrong +And I don't care if she all fat or she all slender +And I ain't T-Pain but this what I told the bartender + +CHORUS +I tell her bartender just straight patron +Man I'm takin one of these girls home +And we can do what we do we grown +We can do what we do we grown +I met her on first base standin' all alone +We went to second base and now she in my zone +Then we told Mr. Third Base we gon' +I told you im taking one of these girls home (safe) +Lil Wayne +Now run around a base +You know I come from outter space +And I'm runnin out of space +Cause I got to much paper +I ain't got enough space +You call that girl 7 +Cause she finna get 8 +If you call her at 7 +Then probably gettin' ate +Tomorrow call her at 7 +And she still gettin' ate +Ya now she do me +And girl what the bitch say? +"daddy please could you come +And put some tears in my face" (haha) +She wanna Lil Wayne on her face +I said well bitch go get lil' wayne on youre face (haha) +Then I came in her face +You know a nigga had to make it rain in her face +Bitch I know you love me +If not you just stupid +Nigga stop talkin' +And why dont you just do it? +But fuck them niggas girl me and you should do it +And you know im gon' of that fluid you ain't see me tell +The bartender just straight patron +Man I'm takin one of these girls home +And we can do what we do we grown +We can do what we do we grown +I met her on first base standin' all alone +We went to second base and now she in my zone +Then we told Mr. Third Base we gon' +I told you im taking one of these girls home (safe) +I swear I told the bartender just straight patron +Man I'm takin one of these girls home +First base +Second base +Third base +We Home +We can do what we do we grown3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All for the Feeling[Verse 1] +Uh, too many handshakes given +Too many prayers for forgiveness +Too many smiles when you hurtin' +Too many thoughts on your mind +All the time, got you nervous +And you always read your horoscope +Tryna figure if the nigga that you talkin' to the one +And your friends say no, dealership say no +But fuck it you got a body that'll pay the car note +Thirty percent for the down payment +Pull out the lot girl now you famous +You on your own and your'e doin' just fine +Every check stub wanna buy you time + +[Bridge 1] +It ain't hard when you feel it +Cause' when you feel it you kill it +Your pride gone now you willin' +Tell the world they in danger +Even tell a stranger + +[Chorus 1] +You all for the feeling +You all for the feeling +Yes you all for the feeling +You all for the feeling +And you ain't never walked away from that feeling +[Verse 2] +Take a breath and say something +Go on ahead, talk about it +Money over discussion +Make a little something out of nothing +And all these promises, they all bluffing +Water the seed till the soils muddy +Uh, and every holiday you work +And when I have time you be at work +Damn, I guess you're looking for better +But I'm digging in that pussy like i'm lookin' for a treasure +And the feeling don't die if you don't let it, but you don't let it +That's why I give you credit, and today my lucky day +Today she doin' nothing, so when we get together +I put it in her stomach she say + +[Bridge 2] +Tunechi I feel it +She feel it when I kill it +Her pride gone now she willing +Tell the world they in danger +Even tell a stranger + +[Chorus 2] +That it's all for the feeling +Say it's all for the feeling +Yeah you all for the feeling +You all for the feeling +And you ain't never walked away from that feeling +[Verse 3] +Take a breath and say something +Go on ahead, talk about the weeks +Talk about the months, talk about the pussy niggas +Man they all punks, live for the moment +Life ain't fair, sorry for the feeling +No grey hair, you ain't worried about nothing +Turn nothing into something +And never let that go + +[Bridge 3] +Tell the world they in danger +Even tell a stranger + +[Chorus 3] +You all for the feeling +Yeah you all for the feeling +Yes you all for the feeling +God willing +You never walk away from that feeling +You all for the feeling +Yes you all for the feeling +Keep your head to the ceiling +Kill it when you feel it +Cause' you all for the feeling +[Outro] +Take a breath and say something +Girl lets talk about it +Mmm, yeah +But you ain't gotta say nothing +Because, your eyes say everything +They asked me why I did it +And I told em' it was all for the feeling2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +World of Fantasy[Intro: Question & Lil Wayne] +Yeah, Empire +Lil Wayne, Question +Cash Money (Three) +Dope Supply (Yeah) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall (Cut the music up in my phone) +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy, perfect) +His back against the wall (Yeah, yeah) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Straight off the corner, Apple and Eagle +Braveheart bitch like the times are medieval +Married to the block, divorced the cathedral +Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people +Forced into evil, it's all in your head +It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel +You follow and I lead you straight to the needle +The bottle, the battle, the beetles'll eat you +Momma named Cita, I love you Cita +'Member when your pussy second husband used to beat you? +Remember when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver? +He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck either +He could see the devil, see the devil in my features +You could smell the ether, you can see Cita +You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features +I am her voice and the world is my speaker +I'm speaking +[Hook] +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall + +[Verse 2: Question] +With my spine up against these tagged up brick walls +Flip grams, quick hand, quicksand, pitfalls +Big balls intact through error syntax +That stormy weather where the trees don't bend back +Left home at 16, I ain't never been back +When it come to being broke, they say I never been flat +A punk ass bitch, I ain't never been that +Reminisce on daddy's quart of Schlitz in his lap +And his Newport box with only one stick left +Snort heroin, then he shoved me in his chest +Used to really believe I'll never be the best +Hell must be on my shoulder cause the devil sing the rest +Right on it through his binges with them poisonous syringes +Beating on my mama, kicked the door off the hinges +I wish I was old enough to stop him when he did it +So long ago, but even I can't forget it, so listen + +[Hook] +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall +[Verse 3: Question] +Demonic in my presence, street corner like a reverend +Tryna find the change, shining lightning light in heaven +Triple 7, triple 6, tribulations, triple trick +Triple grip, triple spitting like I had a triple lip +Let's make simple sense of the main difference +Angel of Death swing, got a sinner in a clench +Revolver in my fist, earthworm to a fish +Bait on the line, watch me catch 'em with this +Coke fly off compound, off round white rock +Balling like Earl Manigault in his high top +Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops +Left for dead and this ain't even my block +Thinking of my pops, thinking of my moms +Rather be just blazing, listening to Saigon +Cause when you think up, God strike you down +Body full of current, lightning never hit the ground + +[Hook] +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wall +Living in a world of fantasy (Living in a world of fantasy) +His back against the wallEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Only Way[Intro: Birdman] +Ay Wayne +I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right +Ya feel me +These niggas out here picking bullshit over money nigga +But you know what fuck a nigga +We gone keep grinding this shoe box is full + +[Hook: Birdman] +The only way we get it only way we know to get it +Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga +The only way we live it only way we know to live it +On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga +The only way we get it only way we know to get it +Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga +The way we live it is the only way we know to live it +On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga + +[Verse 1] +Well I'm a 17 nigga got that hollygrove in me +It ain't coming to me so I gotta go get it +You ain't fucking with me I got the hottest flow nigga +There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision +On and I'm gone get fed up one day +Put lead up in the K +Come and hit up where ya stay so +Baby momma betta get up out the way +Cause the bullet got no heart +And the trigger man crazy +Little man if a bigger man jumps through +Then I'm in the hood with the pump in the truck looking +But if you ain't in them cuts or on them benches +I'm a park the fucking truck and knock yo door off the hinges +Yes weezy baby flow off the hinges +So off the tempo no pad or pencil +Well let me go back to what men do +Throwback Benz purple, Throw back 22's Bitch +[Hook: Birdman] +The only way we get it only way we know to get it +Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga +The only way we live it only way we know to live it +On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga +The only way we get it only way we know to get it +Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga +The way we live it is the only way we know to live it +On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga + +[Verse 2] +Weezy F. Baby hand cocked +Demand my cheese +Fuck you pay me +And I can't stop +Please, what you crazy? +Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus +Got my hand on a fortune +Bang at ya porches, Bang at ya window +Kidnapp ya neighbors, torture ya kinfolk +And tell the cops I murder the infoer +Leave him on the precinct steps in a pillow +Niggas wanna keep they breath then tell 'em get low +I got ten left in the tech so what they here fo +Nigga you ain't scaring nothin weezy been a tiger in the jungle since a cub +With my paws in the mud, yeah me and my paw in the mud +Interior mayback like what, Bitch nigga! +It's the Birdman and Birdman Jr +And he ain't got to, his son'll shoot ya, blow! +[Hook: Birdman] +The only way we get it only way we know to get it +Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga +The only way we live it only way we know to live it +On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga +The only way we get it only way we know to get it +Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga +The way we live it is the only way we know to live it +On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga + +[Verse 3] +Homeboy you gotta know that avenue +To get off a bag or two or you just passin through +True true, and we just passed the truth +Passin through the streets of the murder capital +Where you think ya own brothers after you +So you ain't got no other brother after you +Dont let the boys in blue capture you +Cause they got pictures of me at it too +It's all fucked up +Bossman Weezy get y'all touched up +Gat blacked ya face like ya run into a wall or something +Its cash money all or nothing +Its Lil Wayne the reverand call it Sunday +The congregation know I come with nothing +But leave with everything, I ain't come for nothing +And the choir know I come with money +And y'all know I'm Stunnas youngin like dat bitch +[Hook: Birdman] +The only way we get it only way we know to get it +Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga +The only way we live it only way we know to live it +On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga +The only way we get it only way we know to get it +Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga +The way we live it is the only way we know to live it +On the grind tote a nine do yo thang nigga2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hit Different[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Like 2 Chainz, nigga + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I'm different, I'm different +I'm different, I'm different +Shit different, lit different +Drip different, sip different +Smoke different, hoes different +My bros different, I'm no different +My whip different, I'm stick shiftin' +I tip different, she quit strippin' +My bitch different, I just slip in +It hit different, I switch position +This dick different, it hit different +Got her walkin' different, she sit different +My money different, my chips different +Big difference, like Miss Winfrey's +I know it cost to be the boss, I paid the difference +Like 2 Chainz, nigga, I'm different + +[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] +I've been graveyard shiftin', makin' baseball figures +Goin' Karen in the park 'cause I hate y'all niggas +When the drought go down and the weight go fizzup +I'ma tote A-Rod, no J-Lo, nigga +Got a payroll, nigga, count like Kango, nigga +Shoot like Faygo, nigga, soft as Play-Doh, nigga +I can go anywhere that you can't go +I lay your ass down 'bout Halo +Southside, G-Road and Clayco +Can't forget about Heaven and Harmony +Ain't nobody out there harmin' me +Rock the old Atlanta like the motherfuckin' omni, calmly +I got some weapons like armory, uh +So Help Me God, solemnly, yeah +Follow me, follow me, follow me +Follow me, follow me, smellin' like lottery +Lookin' like lottery, came from the Clay like pottery +I got the rage inside of me, I got the gauge on side of me +Just checked my page, I'm proud of me +Folk out the can like potted meat +Stars in my roof, astrology +Teachin' valet the technology +Hustlin', it run through my artery +Probably trappin' and boost the economy, yeah +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, the feds all over me, nigga, and I don't even trap no more +Your bae all over me, nigga, but, dawg, you can have that hoe +My side bitch fuckin' my main bitch, they don't even clash no more +My side bitch fuckin' my main bitch, uh + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I've been talkin' to myself +I told myself, "I gotta get my shit together" (Together) +Man this shit is just like Tetris +Get the bricks together, make 'em fit together (Together) +Got a line on everything +Man, I can give whatever and get this shit whenever (Whenever) +Uh, I can ship this shit wherever +Ten bathrooms, I can shit whenever (Whenever) +Just 'cause you see me with her +That don't mean me and the bitch together (Oh, no) +I've been cheatin' on my bae +And now me and bae'll fuck a bitch together (Oh, oh) +With two horns stickin' out the GOAT head +You know he's just the devil (Oh, oh) +And this shit right here, this shit right here + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +This shit different, lit different +Drip different, sip different +The pack different, the Act' different +My bros different, I'm no different +Got no ceilings, no ceilings +No ceilings, it's missin', it's missin' +In your feelings, you're trippin' +Come up missin', good riddance2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +It’s Time to Give Me Mine[Hook] +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +It's time to give me mine +(Better) +Been running for too long +(They better) +Been running for too long +(They better) +Been running for too long +(They better) +It's time to give me mine +(Because it's) +Time to-time to give me mine +Time to give me mine +Time to-time to give me mine +Give me mine, give me mine +(I'm so far ahead man!) +Been running for too long +It's time to give me mine + +[Verse 1] +What they talking 'bout, Fee? +They ain't saying shit +Nigga, we could hold court +Like Stan Smith +Or Judge Judy +You niggas better shoot me +Cause I bought my mans a Glock +And I bought myself a Uzi +Don't confuse me +No, they don't amuse me +I come after the Money +Like Wednesday come after Tuesday +I told Stunna I'm wylin' +He say "Don't worry, I got ya" +He told me "Cut they heads off +And bring 'em back to Papa" +Them niggas gettin' scurred +Word +All that talkin' +Just a whole bunch of verb +Pussy-ass nigga +Got a whole bunch of nerve +I'll have 'em putting your picture +On a whole bunch of shirts +I smoke a lot of weed +And drink a whole bunch of syrup +I like brain +So I fucks with a whole bunch of nerds +I am number one +'Cause two is not a winner +And no one remembers third +[Hook] +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +It's time to give me mine +(They better) +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +It's time to give me mine +(Cause it's) +Time to-time to give me mine +Time to give me mine +(Check your clock nigga) +Time to-time to give me mine +(Check your watch nigga) +Give me mine, give me mine +Time to-time to give me mine +Time to-time to give me mine +Been running for too long +(Wizzle F Baby, bitch) +It's time to give me mine + +[Verse 2] +See, money is the topic baby +See, I'm a giant +All these other niggas mockin' baby +They microscopic baby +Big crib, I can't even hear 'em knockin' baby +Headed to the top +Like I'm tied to a rocket, baby +To all the foreign women +Let's make a tropic baby +I got so many bitches +I could make a compilation +I'd like to thank the haters +For your cooperation +I got that doctor chopper +Give you an operation +Nigga this is my crusaders +Kill for confirmation +We all got on masks +We 'bout to toxic waste 'em +I hope they mommas raised 'em +Cause they got bitch ways +If they don't pay for ya +They get ya back dead +Real talk +Stop walkin' on ya back legs +Step into the limelight +Bullshit backstage +I used to tote a .32 up in my crack days +I tote that AK-47 in my rap days +[Hook] +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +It's time to give me mine +(They better) +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +Been running for too long +It's time to give me mine +(Because it's) +Time to-time to give me mine +(Check your watch) +Time to give me mine +(Nigga) +Time to-time to give me mine +(Check your clock nigga) +Give me mine, give me mine +Time to-time to give me mine +Time to-time to give me mine +(I'm comin') +Been running for too long +(Wizzle F Baby, bitch) +It's time to give me mine + +[Verse 3] +Come and get it (tell 'em) +Anyone can get it +But since I'm the President +I'll be a little more politic (hah) +I'm chilling in the clinic +Cause that's how many nurses I got workin' +On my dizzick +Snakes in the grass +Rats, lizards +But 'round here snitches don't exist +Like wizards +Ho, this ain't punch +I'm sippin' on some sizzurp +I roll a fat joint +And do my fingers like scissors +The game so cold +I done had my share of blizzards +But now I got that big money +Runnin' like rivers +Nigga +I'm here to get my shit straight +Burner on the hip-waist +Leave a nigga's street full of bones +Like a fish plate +Yeah, I'm from the hood +But now I'm living in a rich way +Swear I got on my knees +And thanked God for this day +So say what you wanna say +I need to throw a cup of water in my face +First place +I – +[Hook] +Been running for too long +It's time to give me mine +Been running for too long +It's time to give me mine +Time to give me mine +Give me mine +Time to give me mine +Been running for too long +It's time to give me mine14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kings & Queens[Chorus] +Gotta chase that money +Gotta chase that green +We are coming for the crowns +We are kings and queens +And we gon' be rich forever (Yah) +We gon' be rich forever (Mula) +Gotta chase that money (Yah) +Gotta chase that green (Yeah) +We are coming for the crowns +We are kings and queens (Uh, yeah) +And we gon' be rich forever (Mula, baby) +We gon' be rich forever (Yeah, Mula, bae) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Rich forever, sitting on leather +If you hating god bless you like you sniffed some pepper +I'm on an island where it's quiet and the fish is speckled +With a bitch I call JJ for jiggling Jello +Lord rich forever, kiss the bezel +Rubies in the watch face, it came with the freckles +Got a black card to pay for all the incidentals +And my house so big I hear my whispers echo +Lord rich forever, forever and a day +Trying not to confuse the gas pedal with the brake +I just made a multi-million dollar settlement today +I'm talking shit, you can't imagine all the peppermints I ate +A couple hundred thousand here, it keep the federal away +A couple hundred thousand there and now I'm settling a case +Walked straight up out the Rikers like I never spent a day +And the money like pussy, it's better when you chase, lord +[Chorus] +Gotta chase that money (Yeah) +Gotta chase that green (Woo) +We are coming for the crowns +We are kings and queens (Amen, yeah) +And we gon' be rich forever (Mula, baby, ah) +We gon' be rich forever (Yeah, Mula, baby) +Gotta chase that money (Yeah) +Gotta chase that green ([?]) +We are coming for the crowns (Yeah) +We are kings and queens (Can't stop money, nigga, no you can't) +And we gon' be rich forever (I-I woke up this morning and I looked in the mirror and I told myself, I said Tunechi) +We gon' be rich forever (Mula, baby) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Rich forever, lit forever +I'm higher than pitch and treble +I just sip and I twist them pedals +My bitch is special +I stay busy, she be salty like a twisted pretzel +Lord busy schedule, misfit rebel +When the money come, the bitch sing Christmas carols +Pistol several, rich but careful +Still wondering when they gon' make a triple barrel +Got money on my mind and I don't see a limit +Tell my girl I'm coming right now, I'ma be a minute +She said "The money more important" and now she offended +I say "You damn right," she say "Stop agreeing with me" +Niggas copy me and mimic, they just comedy and gimmicks +Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma be the dentist +I swear I'ma get the money constantly consistent +I'll be rich forever, I'ma be a minute, yeah +[Bridge] +No more late notices for the electric bill +No more heat knock up on your doors and we can barely get our fill +No more scraping by +No more living just to die + +[Chorus] +Gotta chase that money (I'm a chase it) +Gotta chase that green (I'm chasing, I'm chasing) +We are coming for the crowns +We are kings and queens (And I won't be complacent) +And we gon' be rich forever (Mula, baby) +We gon' be rich forever (Young Mula, baby) +Gotta chase that money (I'm chasing) +Gotta chase that green (I'm chasing, I'm chasing) +We are coming for the crowns +We are kings and queens (Amen, Amen) +And we gon' be rich forever (I told her don't worry, because) +We gon' be rich forever (Amen, Amen)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hey Lil Mama (remix)Young Moolah baby! +You know we had to do a remix right? + +(Hey lil' mama, hey hey lil' mama) + +[Verse 1] +Hey lil' mama, fuck all that drama +Hop yo ass up in the drop +You know I had to turn it up, because the weather gettin' hot +They see me pull up to the spot +Now they jumpin' on my cock +They wanna li-li-li-li-lick me like a lollipop +Oh yessir, we gettin' gwap and we poppin' +We made you move, bass stopin +We know them losers be plottin' +But losing never a option +I pop the coop, with the invisible top +We be shutting niggas down in the parking lot +Oh fo sho +Her booty clapping and she make her pussie pop +I'm like Ray J with the camera +Later on we can watch +I'm like, I'm like oohhh, I'm a south side +Had the air high note +She singin' in auto tune like ooh, (like) ooh, (like) ooh, (like) baby, aaaahhhh +Yeah, I like that, I'm right back +Wherever them dykes at I like them girls that like them girls that like them boys +To put the whores on the right track +I pop the 6 with different chicks, in different kicks +I'm not like you snitching pricks +I like to do some different shit +You niggas wish you could spit it like Vic +Cuz, the whole bay be on my dick +Chorus + +[Verse 2] + +Hey lil' mama it's Carter, the boss +And I don't like my dick sticky so wipe off that lip gloss +Weezy baby bitch I don't mean no harm +But I swear I'm a goon, just like go on +I told her like a di-no-saur +Bitch they don't make 'em like me no more +So make history or leave my car +And since I be so high they think I'm fucking a star +I ain't gon' lie I be fuckin' some stars +Pussy so wet it get stuck in them draws +Then we fuck like retards +That pussy hot, she got a stick a hockey puck in her draws +And I be Wayne Gretzky +Take the bitch to South Beach and fuck her on a jet ski +Then it's bye lil mama +And now I'm all sick cuz I done ate her ill nana +I'm a nasty ass nigga, and every woman in the world like a nasty ass nigga +So here I am baby, fuck him baby +You want a family? Then you can swallow ten babies +Damone I'm gone but before I go +I don't love them hoes, Young Moolah, babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Hustle[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I'm a let you know somethin' 'bout me +I'm a 7 boy, know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah! +I'm on a pint of that oil, that sticky icky +To go with it, some of that 'tuss, yeah +What you know 'bout it? Nothin' +Let me get at 'em + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Hey, five key's in the freezer while you sittin' on 'em +I use to hide 'em in the cupboard had the kitchen funky +I'm a superstar hustler all the bitches want me +But I'm just tryin' to get my money, keep the piglets off me +I'm in the coupe with ten g's in the school bag +That's food cash, I got work on campus, news flash, yes +Weezy fuckin' baby, with his fruit ass, bitch + +[Verse 2] +In a thermal over the flamer, I had the gun cocked +And I know you see it like Yung Joc +I'm just sippin' on that Remy Blood +And I need some ice to light my hands up like MJ gloves +While you cuffin' that girl ass, you know she sharin' that +Cause I made the Coupe roof, do a disapearin' act +Now cricks wanna snitch, I ain't tryin' to do a corny bid +I wanna shine, so I grind like Horny kids +Wait, I told you get the cake or I roast ya +Gats drawn, mask on, like its late October +Now bitches wanna please me, cause I did a song with Weezy +Actin' all sceezy, oh ma, take it easy +Right after I bust on your chin, you gotta leave me +I told you that I wasn't your friend, you should believe me +Im a P to the I to the M to the P-O +If I get books, still get my kush from the C-O +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Cause this is murda, murda music +So run, run and get your gun and use it +Man, and we hustle, hustle, hustle, we hustle, hay +We also hustle, hustle, hustle, we hustle, yeah + +[Verse 3] +Yeah money over bitches, dont show her where your stash dummy (naw) +Need a bird man, so I'm hollerin' at Cash Money +Then I'm gon' chop it up (yeah) see the fiends coppin up (okay) +Feds they be watchin' us (yeah) lookin' through binoculars (uh huh) +But they ain't stoppin' us (no) they don't know where the block'd'r'us (no) +Drama Boy Click if you run up, then my Glocks'll bust (yeah) +My plan is to put man lead in ya guys (okay) +My brother on my side in that black 745 (c'yeah) +No tints, you can see my face (uh huh) when I squeeze the 8 +Ridin' up on ya point blank range (bang) piece of cake +It's that murda music for them coca movers (c'yeah) +Gangster's floatin' to us (c'yeah) they load they toasters to it (okay) +They shot D's, definiton of a drama boy (drama boys) +I'm ridin', out Expedition with the lima to it (ah ha) +And let me find out your strip is twerkin' (c'yeah) +You gon' end up a missin' person, I need the bricks for certain +Shot at ya Maybach Windows and rip they certain's (yeah) +Call up the funeral home now and get the hurses (get the hurses) +Been knew you niggas was bitches, ya'll need to get some purses +This for them trap stars actin' like ya'll rappers with them glass jaws +[Hook] + +[Verse 4: Heartlay] +Yeah, you said it's money, money, murda, murda +Yeah, they call me threats, I put that gat and straight, serve ya +Niggas talkin' burners, like they got the fuckin' nerve ta +Pussy, I will hurt ya, murk ya, broad day +Pop up like Bishop the Extiler, up in the hallway +I spit it, cause I live it, the difference is you all think +Dippin' from the destrict, movin' swiftly with this Pav-kay +Hit you in your biscuit, while you slippin' on a off day +Nigga this is Heartlay, c'yeah, the hottest to spit +But it's real like when your bitch made it burn when you piss +Nigga ill, I give 'em chills, when I burn 'em with this +I'm too hot with two Glocks, I can earn 'em with digits +So much money to be made (made) dollars to be spent (spent) +C'yeah, niggas try to dig my grave, holla when you catch +Every fuckin' slug nigga, shoot you in your mug nigga +Cops want me locked down, inditement as a drug dealer +They said I popped them shots cause I'm a thug nigga +The truth I'll pop them Glocks cause I don't love niggas + +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Did It Before[Intro] +Ohh, this feel good, alright, Ye +Carter Trey, all day, let's play, haha + +[Chorus] +Okay +I know two girls that done did it before +But I wonder if they know that we did it before +If the other girl know that we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before + +[Verse 1] +Okay, put your hands up if you did it before +Now your girl lookin' at you cause she didn't hell know +And now everybody sayin' that you did it before +And you know that's because they probably did it before +Cause if they did it before it would be different though +I wonder if Tammy knows, that I did it before +With Nisa, I wonder if she didn't hell know +That we did it before I know they did it before +The day we did it but oh, if they did it before +And we did it before, we can get it fa' sho +Cause if she with it, I know she should be with it fa' sho +I'm a tear that pussy up, like I didn't before +And after I did it they be history though +When I see em I act like I didn't hell know +That we did it before like we didn't before +But we did it before, hehe +[Chorus] +Okay +I know two girls that done did it before +But I wonder if they know that we did it before +If the other girl know that we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, so if you did it before, be a pro +You gotta act like you didn't before +And everytime I meet a girl +They say that she didn't before +You know I gotta act like I never did it before +But she would be dumb if she didn't hell know +Cause I did it before and she will be dumb +If she think that I didn't, hell know +That she did it before, she probablly didn't go low +So we did it some more and we did it some more +Like Busta Rhymes said, she holla "give me some more" +So we did it some more, yeah, we did it til' four +And when four-o-one came, she was hittin the door +Not fixin' to go but she was hittin' the door +And I was probably butt naked just twistin' an O +Then I call my homies up, kick the shit how it go +And I know they gon' laugh cause they did it before +[Chorus] +Okay +I know two girls that done did it before +But I wonder if they know that we did it before +If the other girl know that we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before + +[Verse 3] +Okay, a lot of folks don't like to say they did it before +Wishin' that everybody didn't hell know +That they did it before, like if they did it'd be low +Or if they did it with more, than one, or did it for dough +Well if you didn't, then so, be cool with it and flow +And just rock with everybody, that done did it before +I know I did it before, you know you did it before +How come you ain't with it now, but you was with it before +Oh, that's your best friend, yeah, ya'll kick it I know +Ya'll probablly did it before, she probably licked it before +Like it was liquid before, yeah, I can vision you both +Like I done did it before cause I done did it before + +[Chorus] +Okay +I know two girls that done did it before +But I wonder if they know that we did it before +If the other girl know that we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if she know well if she didn't hell know +That we did it before yeah we did it before +Shit I wonder if they know that we did it before5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hawaii 5.0Yeahhh... +I got the 24 inches sittin on them Joe buttons +And the trunks straight jumpin +BITCH! I can't hear nuthin' +Though I might do Spurs sittin' on them Tim Duncan's +And in the Lambroghini I do doughnuts like Dunkin's +How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck em' +But I just feed em' drugs and just watch em' fuck each otha +My neck was a hundred, and my wrist was anotha +It make her pussy wet I leave that bitch with a puddle +I'm a beast I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle +Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle +Baby girl gettin' straight dick, no cuddle +You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle +I'mma put some D's on that bitch! + +And these hoe's starting to get like flea's on my shit +Have you seen the who nina she's on my hip +Yellow white diamonds call it cheese on em' grits +You nigga's ain't ballin' +Real talk, you nigga's can't guard me +Two nigga's can't guard me +You lookin' at Jordan +From the side like Spike at the Garden +I got that hardest bars, call me the warden +Excuse me pardon, I break a bitch down like Tanya Harding +Bitch I'm cold not dude off Martin +Pockets just fat like the Clumps and Norbit +Bitch I'm fly like a magic carpet +And bitch I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit +See I'mma take it and gon' bring it back to New Orleans +And bitch I'mma shine in the land of darkness +In which I'mma grind til my stacks is tall as +A wall is +And I'm high, don't wanna know how deep the fall is +No I can't come down +And every time I send my girl outta town +I put some D's on that bitch! +I'm a certified gangster +Hater's make me nauseous, so money make me anxious +Listen how my words are poetic like Langston +Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston +But I come from Hollygrove, 17 danger zone + +So many c note's I could sing a song +T-top coupe, lookin' like a thong +Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong +I don't want be right if gettin high is wrong +My eyes so low I look like I'm from Hong Kong +Boy I got more green than a bitch of Don Juan + +Haha + +Ok, I'm not a rookie I'm a pro; Methazine fiend +Make the homies say Hoe, and make all the girlies scream +I am a vegetarian man I only eat beats +Wear a lot of carrots and I smoke the best green +No beef, in my grocery bag +Just some Swisher's and a whole bunch of cans of Whoop Ass +I'm strapped like a bookbag +So any one of ya'll can come on and get a foot tagged +Eat all day +Ride all night +Sleep no way +Sleep when I lay +Six feet deep +And until that day +I'mma be livin' like it is that day +I keep holdin' on +I said bitch I been hot +Bitch the stove been on +If you don't like it I roll over and roll alone +Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on +Some cool shorts in my Corvezone +Lookin' slicker than the lane that you bowlin' on +If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told ya wrong +Bitch I'm bubblin' like soda foam +In a styrofoam +CUP +You know what's in my styrofoam +What +S-Y-R-UP +That's my car, yep vroooom... +I'm gone!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All the Dogs[Pre-Chorus] +They drowning in the water, we can't save 'em +Blood all on the leaves and on the pavement +Weighs heavy on our brains and on our conscience +We know that tomorrow isn't promised + +[Chorus] +Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and +Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get fed +Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and +Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get... + +[Verse 1] +I came from rags to riches, yeah +I'm talking Madden physics, yeah +From straight out of class to business, yeah +And I went from cash to digits, yeah +She stripping like that's religion, yeah +So I give her a cash baptism, yeah +I ain't into plastic bitches +But that bitch need some ass and titties +I can't smell that shit that's too skinny +I like my blunt fat and pretty +I'm smoking that Cali strong +I call that shit Calisthenics +You look like you got bad intentions +She look like she been paying attention +You look like you in bad condition +I look like I'm an air condition +Yeah, pressure busts pipes and I'm so piped up +Look at your wife and she gets mind fucked +I'm in the crowd, I make her eyes cum +Love is blind, so it can't find us +MDMA go MIA, MDMA and MIA +My little bitch naked like Kim K +I ain't got nothing on but some Kanyes +You got blood all on your sidewalk, on your sidewalk leave you sideways +I'ma blood walk on your sidewalk +I'ma slime walk in yo slime face +I'ma B walk on your sidewalk, on your front porch and your driveway +I put 10K on your head, my nigga said you ain't worth 5K, uh +[Pre-Chorus] +They drowning in the water, we can't save 'em +Blood all on the leaves and on the pavement +Weighs heavy on our brains and on our conscience +We know that tomorrow isn't promised + +[Chorus] +Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and +Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get... + +[Verse 2] +Then my diamonds start dancing +My houses is so killer, bitches call me Charles Mansion +Codeine, Adderal, Xanax, cars crashing +G3, G4, G5, I tarmac it +Dumb bitch, smart phone, calls dropped, she can't catch it +She get high all day, snort coke and drink Pepsi +Suwoo, Piru, this murder like Ja Rule +It's voodoo, it's taboo, my shooter shoot like Manu, pew pew +Achoo, I pray God bless you, I do +I lay you next to my shoe, don't get your flesh on my shoe +Run your mouth and we gon' slide, we slide +No lie I'm a blood repping 123 +So 5, 45's and them 223's +And more 9's, Mac-10, 11's, 12-gauge +Numbers don't lie, lie +Run your mouth and we know it's +Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies we know it's Sci-Fi +[Pre-Chorus] +They drowning in the water, we can't save 'em +Blood all on the leaves and on the pavement +Weighs heavy on our brains and on our conscience +We know that tomorrow isn't promised + +[Chorus] +Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and +Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get fed +Living life on the edge, pray the sunrise there and +Put a price on his head, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get fed, all the dogs get fed +All the dogs get...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m a MonsterYea +Can't be... [x15] +C3 ahah... Be ready, well I know you can't be... so be afraid... be very afraid +Yea [giggles] + +[Hook:] +I've done warned you boyz bout the monster boy +I'm the monster boyz +Feed me rappers or feed me beats and now I'm gonna eat... and now I'm gonna eat +I'm gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive +I'm gonna eat you alive,.. alive, alive +And now I'm gonna eat... I'm gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive +I'm gonna eat you alive +And now I'm a gonna eat and now I'm a gonna eat + +[Verse 1] +Welcome to the Carter, little shop of horror +Bloody like a period after D R +Doctor I'm a Dog I'm a Dog I'm a Dog ya +Not Georgetown but I'm a Uptown Hoya +Brothers like Warner, Someone should have warned ya +R E L A X like fuckin California +Or get cornerd then get tortured +Then get slaughtered... in that order + +[Hook:] +I've done warned you boyz of the monster boy +I'm the monster boyz +Feed me rappers or feed me beats and now I'm gonna eat... and now I'm gonna eat +I'm gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive +I'm gonna eat you alive +And now I'm gonna eat and now I'm gonna eat... +I'm gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive +I'm gonna eat you alive +Eat you alive... alive +[Verse 2:] +Massacre Music, lose it Loses +Loosen the noose around my neck and turn em blue bitch +Rather go stupid in hollygrove zoo shit +Keep a set of good plies for every pair of loose lips +I lose it I was too sick, I said I'm too two sick +Four sick, five sick, six sense dead people +Just went ahead people, instant +Instinct +I don't care wat color ya is I'll burn ya turn ya skin pink +And if you can't stand me then knock me down +But I don't wanna hear that shit like foxy brown +It's Weezy F people, and I don't talk shit like deaf people +New orleans reFuGee like Wyclef people +My street eagle, and nigga watch your ego +Cause if you think you too fly, den I shoot down that ego +And then the monster see you +And the monster need food +And that monster's me too +So the monster eat you + +[Hook: Female] +I've done warned you boy of the monster boy +He's a monster +Feed him rappers or feed him beats and now he's gonna eat... and now he's gonna eat2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Welcome To Tha Concrete Jungle[Intro: Juelz Santana] +DipSet, ugh +Weezy, holla at me + +[False Start: Juelz Santana, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Welcome to the concrete jungle +Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles (No muzzles) +And they all tryin to cause me trouble +Got the big trey-8, long nose, no muzzle (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +Hold up, hold up! + +[Spoken: Juelz Santana & DJ drops] +Ayy, ayy! Hold up, Drama, where you get that shit from, nigga? Man, that's exclusive! Run that the fuck back! Ayy! +The Aphilliates, nigga, pay attention! + +[Intro: Juelz Santana & DJ Drama] +DipSet, ugh +Weezy, holla at me (You know how we do!) +Ayy, ayy + +[Verse 1: Juelz Santana, DJ Drama, DJ drops, & Lil Wayne] +Welcome to the concrete jungle +Got snakes, got bears, got lions, no muzzles (No muzzles) +And they all tryna cause me trouble +Got the big trey-eight, long nose, no muzzle (Gangsta Gri-Zillz! Ill!) +Back up off me, shorty—if not? Surely— +That piece'll come off me shortly (Shortly) +My hood breed gangstas, boy +You wanna be down? Let's see now; no, thank you, boy (Nope) +My niggas'll fish-filet you, boy +Then go and tell your moms to get the paper, boy (Yup) +Your son is no longer just a paperboy +He's front-page on the paper, boy, read about him (Look) +Extra, extra, read about it! (Look) +While we get twisted, laugh, and smoke weed about it (Look) +And can't nobody do a thing about it +'Cause they'll be in the same boat—literally, the same boat (Yup, yup) +Floating 'cross the same sea (Yup) +Through the same water (Yup) +Don't fuck with them same G's (Yup) +Don't fuck wit that man, please (Yup, yeah, yeah) +Don't fuck wit his money, don't fuck with his gangrene (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & DJ drops] +Aim, squeeze, Wayne be on the back streets +Shotty on the back seat—fuck 'em, if you ask me +Make 'em look, but them niggas can't look past me +Pass the weed to the next nigga—that's me +Let's see: B-E-N-Z, A-M-G +21 inches, and I got them bitches skin-deep +Tempt me, and anything can happen, I ain't rapping +I ain't shootin at you soldiers, bitch, I'm going for the captain +I ain't shooting at your shoulders, bitch, I'm going for your cap, and I— +Won't stop cappin 'til your wings start flapping, and you— +You just an angel in the streets full of gangstas, and— +Me, I'm from the home where murder make you famous, and— +I think I'm 'bout to get that trench off the hanger +And the mask out the drawer, but I never hide the banger, I'm a— +Straight player, if you love her, don't bring her +I'll tell her a lil' shit, like, I can make her ass a singer, and she— +Believe that, we back at the crib, she like: +"How it shoot if it's plastic, for real?" +I'm like, "Fall back, ma, your ass need to chill" +Then she rolled on my dick like an ecstasy pill, haha +I smoke Beverly Hills, whatever—that kill +That leave a nigga with that heavenly feel, yeah +Step, and I will step in your grill, yeah +Leave a nigga with that heavenly feel, yeah (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Don’t Need Her[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I Am Not A Human Being +Part 2, Check me out + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, Uh +I fell in love with a pedestrian +'Cause she walked right over me +I should run over that bitch at a crosswalk +In my new Mercedes, I forgot to dance when she played me like a ukelele +Huh, just another sad love song +Like Toni Braxton, should've played you like a saxophone +At least we coulda made music, instead of trippin' +I bought the bitch a dozen roses with eleven missin' +Huh, she said she wanna be a lifeguard +Bitch, you can't even save yourself, fuck you talkin' 'bout? +Huh, I park my dick up in her garage +But I shoulda treated that pussy like a parking lot +Yeah, the players fucked up +She was loose as a goose but I should've ducked +Her, and sure, I still hit her up, but only to say I fuckin' hate you, bitch + +[Chorus: Ben] +I gave her flowers, but they weren't roses +So she threw them back in my face (Yeah) +And now my life is lookin' up now (I-I fuckin' hate when I'm insecure) +And she's already been replaced (Fuck) +I don't need her, you know I don't need her +I don't need her anymore (I fuckin' feel like I'm about to cry) +No, I don't need her +She know I don't need her (Like when Tom Hanks lost Wilson on Castaway) +But now she's seemin' insecure (Damn) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uh, okay I got a new one +And she never pissed me off +That's a toilet bowl, no urine +And I used to think about you when I be wit' her +Oh, now you fly? +Bitch I knew you when you were a caterpillar +And homicide, crosses my mind +Once or twice I admit +I feel like an asshole, that ain't never have shit +Now some say love is a drug I beg to differ +'Cause I sniffed her, and I smelt another dick on her breath +And still kissed her +Fuck I'm stupid +I kidnap cupid +And teach him how to hate +Then teach him how to skate +No, you ain't on my calendar, but at least I got a date +To drown you out I buy a house, buy a beach and buy a lake +I fell defeat to my mistakes, but who doesn't? +I heard your man was gay +Does that mean you have 2 husbands? +You fuckin' slut +I'd do better fuckin' sluts up the butt +Then let you come and kiss the shit out my dick, pucker up +Ha +[Chorus 2: Ben] +I gave her flowers, but they weren't roses +So she threw them back in my face +And now my life is lookin' up now +And she's already been replaced +I don't need her, you know I don't need her +I don't need her anymore +No, I don't need her +She know I don't need her +But now she's seemin' insecure +Yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +See, when times get hard +So does my dick +And for some funny reason +I think of you +And um +I just wanna grab a rifle and +Shoot myself in the head because +I-I-I just can't get rid of the thoughts +Bitch + +[Chorus 3 / Outro: Ben & Lil Wayne] +I gave her flowers, but they weren't roses +So she threw them back in my face +And now my life is lookin' up now As a matter of fact, let me take that rifle +And she's already been replaced And I'ma um +I don't need her, you know I don't need her I'ma swing by your crib +I don't need her anymore And um +No, I don't need her I hope your man is there +She know I don't need her I-I still got that key +But now she's seemin' insecure That you gave me +Yeah, yeah, yeah Ha +Hold up, hold up +Let me find that key +Alright, I got it +Yo, fuck both of y'all7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pretty Brown[Verse 1] +Uh, Slick-dickie on my one and two +So sweet what I did with a Honey-Doo +No pun intended, no one offended +You just bet' not leave yo' girlfriend unattended +I holla at her, holla but don't scream +I ask her "Why sleep if we don't dream? +So let's stay awake, besides, dreams are fake" +She say "Ooh you deep?" I ask "How deep can you take?" +Hehe, my loveboat in ya lake +Baby can I stick my lovenote in ya gate +Hehe, read and weep +Sincerely fuckin' yours, Weezy F B + +[Hook - Lloyd] +It's that pretty down round, drvin' me wild +Cause baby I'm lovin' your style, and the way that you do +The things that you do, when you do what your doing +We can do it, anyway you like if you know what I mean +Thinking you might wanna play on my team +The way that you do, the things that you do when you do what your doing +We can do it, so keep going girl, keep going girl +Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop +Cause I'm on it girl, and I wanna take you +To the top, the top, the top, the top +Straight to the top, to the top... +[Verse 2] +I prefer that you would just call me +Weezy, Eastside gangsta +And, I be runnin' this shit like the Flanker +Blackcard Banker, hanker in the backpocket +And I wear them skinny jeans, so you see my fat wallet +That's right I'm a big shot, call me " Little Cannon Ball +Mr. "Get up in your girl mouth", like some Ambersol +Hip-hop president, ain't my girl elequant +Don't she got more junk in her trunk then an elephant +Nigga I'm an animal, watch me, I examine you +And my chucks are old, but I swear to you my flanel new +I get money manual, then I just man you +Bitch ass nigga, I'm gone like my Lam' roof, Young Money! + +[Hook - Lloyd] +It's that pretty down round, drvin' me wild +Cause baby I'm lovin' your style, and the way that you do +The things that you do, when you do what your doing +We can do it, anyway you like if you know what I mean +Thinking you might wanna play on my team +The way that you do, the things that you do when you do what your doing +We can do it, so keep going girl, keep going girl +Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop +Cause I'm on it girl, and I wanna take you +To the top, the top, the top, the top +Straight to the top, to the top...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Baggin[Intro] +Yeah +Geronimo +Uh + +[Verse 1] +Jumped out the Porsche, jumped straight in the game +Head in the clouds, I play in the rain +I play in her pussy, I play in her mouth +I skeet, skeet, skeet, she lay in the stain +Beep, beep, beep, nigga stay in your lane +I get geeked, geeked, geeked, then I say I'ma change +Pop two, pop three, it goes straight to the pain +White, blue, yellow, pink pill, Crayola gang +She takin' my charge, she takin' your chain +You fake as your chain, it's bread over fame +I lay on my plane, filet and Lo Mein +I'm wreckin' my brain like wrecked the Mulsannе +I get the McLaren and run a fеw errands +Got a mouth full of karats and I don't eat carrots +Got more Elliantte than Elliantte +Let me find out you've been shoppin' at Jared +I pop at your parents and tell 'em it's personal +I like my purple drink purpler +Whippin' the work and my wrist lookin' virtual +Bust down sick as tuberculosis +[Bridge] +Whippin' the work with my left, make sure the money is right, yeah +My circle I'm keepin' it tight, 360, 365, yeah +Whippin' the skrrt with my left, yeah, make sure the money is right, yeah +My circle I'm keepin' it tight, like a virgin, she keep it inside +Whippin' the work with my left, yeah, draco on my right, yeah +Say she wanna see me tonight +I put that bitch on a flight + +[Verse 2] +I'm in the kitchen cheffin' with my left, ooh +Whippin' it up with my right, right +Left-right like Mike, fight +Whip the white until it bite, yie +Huh, whippin' that white girl, whippin' that white girl +White girl gettin' her ass whipped +Rippin' them numbers, rippin' them numbers, right up out the math book +Money talkin', mine kind of like a chat room, uh +Told my young blood to be bool and be bareful +Runnin' the white, fuck with the white +Whippin' it right, it's comin' to life +I brung it to life, I gave it the light like a candle, ooh (Phew) +I'm whippin' it damn good, ooh (Phew) +I'm whippin' it damn good, ooh (Phew) +I'm whippin' it damn good, yeah +Whippin' the Benz with my left, yeah +Got your lil' boo on my right, yeah +Buss down on my left, yeah, that's your boo on my right, yeah +Poppin' a Perc with my left, yeah +Sippin' the syrup with my right, yeah +One of the last real nigga left, yeah +Fuck we got left behind, yeah +Tell me I got the best, yeah +I'ma go up on the price, yeah +By the time the nigga got on a vest, yeah +I'ma shoot him a hundred times (Boom) +[Outro] +Whippin' the work with my left (Yeah, yeah, yee, yee) +Make sure the money is right (Yeah, yee, yeah, ayy, ayy) + +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Walk Out[Verse] +And in here is where the heroin boil +And I also got a large pot of cigarette oil +That's Embalming fluid, illiterate are you +That's ok man I got the medicine for you +I got, I got, I got the amphetamine for you +Got that vitamin D-R-U-G for your shorty +One window to let the dawn in +Cuz we hustle in this bitch midnight to morning, yea +We dump in and pump out +I showed you this window for you to jump out +You on the backyard lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin' +No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sams or Jakes +Around here it's all gravy, ham and steak +Mama cookin' that up, here have a plate +That's: Mama Carter she's a basket case +But I make sure her sandwich and napkins straight +You pick wit this picnic and I'm at your face, Fucka! +I say I'm at your throat, this was *Tha Carter*, slam the door, GO!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money in the Bank[Introduction] +Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas) + +(Chorus) repeat 4X +I got money on the drank +And half on the dank +(The greatest DJ in the world), (east side) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, thank god I'm a millionaire +Hard body, these other boys teddy bears +Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G +And I'm a real blood, if you want R&B +Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby +Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated +Ho I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are aviaters +I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevater +Cause I'm high, dumb high +Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes +Young guy, but rich though +And I keep a rag on me like a 64, like a 64 +You know I got that bounce +It's mister-quick-to-pour-a-eighth into a 20 ounce +Okay I'm Terminater, you niggas Minnie Mouse +And I'm Young Money, anyhow +Chorus Repeat 9X +I got money on the drank (drank) +And half on the dank (dank) +(Mack Mizzle) + +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +It's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thug's +Rockstar life, lotta sex and alot a drug's +It's OG Kush, purple dro and kind bud +Have a real nigga feelin' like he's so fucked up +Have a fake nigga feelin' like he's so bucked up +There go the weed man, spitta back the truck up +There go the lean man, thugga we done lucked up +I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough fuck +I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up +If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag cuz +Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me +Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's my posse +40. cals with brokes, safeties just try to rob me +Million dollar man Ted DiBiase +Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush +Shit'll get ugly than New York from the Flavor Of Love + +Chorus Repeat 9X + +Now we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds) +Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind) +Cause we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds) +Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blacka BlackaUhm, blacka blacka +Lose a backer, you should back up +Blucka blucka, you should suffer +Lose a mother, motherfucker your mother +Fuck your brother, that fucker died like John Tucker +I'm ruckus, I'm ill, no for real +I'm the only stingray in the water that kills +A bad pill, y'all sweeter than Advils +While I sit on your girl bread like her last meal +I blew up before I grew up +Got introduced to the game, now I'm at they heads like crew cuts +Suit up and lace your boots up +It's war time +It's Weezy Baby, no crime, no lyin' +Y'all motherfuckers slipping, you better hold on +I think they tripping like Cedric and Solange +I flow like I'm headless, no mind +I can say don't rhyme and it's gonna rhyme +Drought3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bloodline[Verse 1] +The streets make the hustlas +Hustlas make the world go round +The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds +The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas +See how shit come back round for ya +Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it +See how shit come back round for ya +Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble +And you can knock on my door +But you can't knock the hustle +But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen +And my J butter put more 'd' on me +Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is +Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive +And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens +Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz +And you know I put the mags on that +.45 mack with the flash on that +Who want it +Everybody sing along + +[Hook x2] +Now I'mma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline +And I'mma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline +I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline +I bleed concrete +[Verse 2] +And when I move, I move out with the raw +I move out with the squad +To his album we ride we so mob +I throw lives and lowest to live +For my loaf of bread the people's player +I did what the culture said +And I live by La Costra Nostra said +Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head +Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead +This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled +I'm pumping o's with lots of hay +I'm so high and really I don't even know why +And oh I just go buy a whole house +And lay my mat down lay her back down +But I never put my mack down +You see the thug in me +You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B +Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B +If you want it then come to me +I'm right here + +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 3] +I'm G'd up +Only follow the code of the streets +Live bad to die good +Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food +But just so I can eat +And ain't it a bitch +And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting rich +And you probably can see me for some crack before six +And after that it's all bricks +A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight +And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam +I skate with the bomb +I'm asking you don't play with me at all +Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all +It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints +Cuz I did and do shit that's better than new shit +Fit for two clips +The kid is a nuisance +Awww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music +And the Blueprint +Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit +Like ooh shit this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez +[Hook x2]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Reppin TimeIntro: +Oh yea +Cut the music up in the phones Ju +My hair is blockin it +My shit growing like my money +(the runners!) +Let’s go! + +Dip, Dip set +I get on extra grind +I get on extra grind +I get on extra grind +When its when its reppin time +When its reppin time +When its when its reppin time +When its reppin time +When its when its reppin time +I get on extra grind +I get on extra grind +I get on extra grind +When its when its reppin time +When its reppin time +When its when its reppin time +When its reppin time +When its when its reppin time +When its reppin time +When its when its reppin time +When its reppin time +When its when its reppin time +When its reppin time +When its when its reppin time +When its reppin time +When its when its reppin time + +Verse 1: +I’m so Dipset dips out baby +If you don’t like it nigga fuck you with an AIDS dick +I hope you die thirty times +Nigga murder moms +No fast talk I’m on that syrup I’m on that turtle time +If Killa say the nigga dead then the nigga dead +If Stunna say the nigga dead then the nigga dead +VIP we be them niggas bangin’ in the red +Don’t drink Cristal no more just pour it on white bitches’ heads +This ain't no Tommy Hilfiger this that Polo ho +We are the biggest group alive that get that solo dough +And we gone get that dough until they say there’s no more dough +I smoke an ounce I got that bounce I got that pogo flow +Just shot a video with R Kelly but no homo though +Really didn’t want to do it but I fuck with TS and Fat Joe Joe though +I am a robot and this robot is on overload +And bitch I always will be hot like I’m in overcoats +Chorus + +Verse 2: +Dollar after dollar +Holla at your guala +I’m Rolling like the Stones +I need a water bottle +And if you need a pill +T Streets and Carter got em +Supply the whole party +We got the party poppin' +We in New Orleans poppin +We way in harlem poppin +In California poppin +Them Ed Hardy rockin skinny ho’s with all them problems +Bitch you can eat these pills and chill and tell me all about them +Shittt +Hold up my heart is knocking +Don’t worry water stops it +Hold up your mouth is dry +Don’t worry water mops it +I got a great idea +We should have sex +Bitch I’m like Dante Hall +I just throw up the x +My dick be still hard +I be so up for next +That’s when you slip up and fuck around and fuck your ex +That be that bullshit +But it’s the fuckin best +I get her to pop a pill +And come and fuck the set +And I fuckin rep1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bass Beat[Intro] +Gangsta Grillz +It's me and Spitta man +Gangsta Grillz, Mack Maine we see you +Young Capo I see you +Gangsta Grillz + +[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +I get that money that's my top commitment +Yall niggas just talking yall politicians +But let me get slick +Real quick like Rick +Without the patch on my eye +Take a patch out the sky, cause I’m fly +I say that a lot and Imma keep on +Thousand dollar jeans on nigga keep going +Keep walking, piece on +You won’t find me in my beach home +I’m out ya reach arm +I got a speech for ‘em, um +Fuck them and whoever know ‘em, one +I’m stepping in Roberto's with a nasty ass virgo +She feeling my gangsta, I ain’t even have to game her +But that came natural sort of like magical +I disappear when I dip in the bathroom +But I’ll be back soon fucking wit them raccoons +Like Jackie Gleason on his honeymoon +What up Fuke? +[Curren$y] +Hot Spitter in the building +Young Money in the arena +Ya catch me with two bad bitches between us +(Gangsta Grillz) + +[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] +I cook good crack in a pot in a pot i pissed in +Yall niggas just talking yall politicians +With the wind against my back I defend in the attack +By any man I’m in fact, ha ha +And its like that +My impact so hard if I die +I probably bounce right back +I walk around with a mice trap +Niggas wit cheese don’t like rats +And despite that +I been around a few gold fish +I’m still a shark out the ocean +I wear the fuck out the 0 6, 4 sent flow +Like I’m 4'6", left arm so stiff +Yall don’t shit about this stuntin’ business +I’m about to teach that to all of my bitches +But, back to the business +Give the mutha fucka so much coke +He probably have problems with they kidney +Spit ‘em +[Curren$y] +Jesus Christ +Young Money mother fucker +Money go way back +Way back like an old man hairline +Mu fucka y'all can't see that + +[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] +It's haters out there but I"m optimistic +Yall niggas just talking ya politicians +I'm walking what I'm talking +And I'm playing what I'm saying +And I'm stepping what I'm reppin +I'm about what I shout boy +The loudest mouth of the South boy +I'm from the dirty dirty +You can't get me out my shop boy +I got a money clip but like what for +I tote whole stacks, they can't hold that +I stick it in her back pocket make her butt large +And pull her seven jeans down she like fuck drawls +And I'm like fuck that but she thought I was ignorant +Approached her like a gentleman +Her friends trying to get with him but +I already been with them +They all act the same I fucked them all +Man they like synonyms +I like dividends, I might give her them +She the niggas I'm with I might give her them +[Curren$y] +I don't know how he get so many girls, and rap +And handle like that, and the lyrics! +It's cool though, if y'all listening to him and y'all like all that +Y'all need to come get with me +Curren$y the Hot Spitta +The new gentleman +2005, YM mother fucker2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck Today[Produced by Infamous] + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Sitting on my porch, sippin’ on Jim Beam +Read the newspaper, man, guess what I seen +Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream +And then I woke up, it's not a bad dream +Eh, I don’t really wanna talk about it +Cause every time I talk about it, I go off about it +And every time I get like that, I wanna start somebody +This world really got you thinking that you on somebody +So what, you got a gun, I don’t give a fuck about it +I would take every bullet and every buck up out it +So, motherfucker, cock it back and please buck away +Cause right now I’m feeling fuck you + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +And fuck today, fuck today +Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today + +I say fuck today, fuck today +Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today +[Post-Hook: Lil Wayne] +Don’t you see that this whole world is my stage +And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah +Motherfuckers talking away, but we don’t care what they say +I'ma take this shit day by day + +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +Man, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning +And my tank on E, plus the gas prices soaring +Baby momma trippin', tryna get me for my money +Now she laughing to the bank and ain't a damn thing funny +My momma lights off and my daddy don’t call +And my nigga got killed, man damn, I miss my dawg +The landlord buggin' and the rent keep coming +And the heater broke, I gotta warm my house with the oven +Every time I think about it, man, it get depressing +And the stock market down, the whole country in recession +Plus the cops got a warrant out, they trying to arrest me +Man, this whole day startin' to stress me, nigga so + +[Hook: Gudda Gudda / Lil Wayne] +Fuck today, fuck today +Fuck everything gon be a'ight, fuck okay +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today +So fuck today, fuck today +Fuck everything gon be a'ight, fuck okay +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today + +[Post-Hook: Lil Wayne] +Don’t you see that this whole world is my stage +And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah +Motherfuckers talking away, but I don’t care what they say +I'ma take this shit day by day + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Okay, these are the days, the days of our lives +Well, do you have a calender because I lost mine +Uh, I lost mine, uh, I lost mine +I’m the sickest virus on and offline +Imaginary line, you don’t wanna cross mine +Found a clock in the street, I’m making up for lost time +Third eye blind but it’s still fuck the bullshit +Knowing what I got but more conscience of what I could get +Tired of the same shit, don’t know who to blame, shit +And we knew a black President wouldn’t change shit +Money still a language, well ain't nobody talkin’ +They found my calendar in the garbage, so + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Fuck today, fuck today +Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today +I say fuck today, fuck today +Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today +Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today + +[Post-Hook: Lil Wayne] +Don’t you see that this whole world is my stage +And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah +Motherfuckers talking that shit +We gon have to see what I did +Cause I don’t give a fuck about it +And I don’t give a shit about you +I don’t give a damn about you +And I don’t give a shit about you +Motherfuck you, motherfuck me + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +And fuck today, fuck today +Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay +Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay +Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay + +Hey, fuck today, hey, fuck today +Hey, fuck today, hey, fuck today +Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay +Fuck everything gon be alright, fuck okay + +[Reprise: Lil Wayne] +Sitting on my porch, sippin’ on Jim Bean +Read the newspaper, man, guess what I seen +Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream +And then I woke up, it's not a bad dream + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Young mula crazy4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fix My Hat[Verse 1] +Swagger in place, now let me get to it +I'm badder than your nigga and the niggas next to him +I do me, bitch, what are you doin'? +Teardrop Tune got you bitches boohooin' +Weezy F. Baby ga-ga-goo-gooin' +And girl, I swear, if you start chewin', I'm suin' +Ha ha, yeah, and to the paper I'm gluin' +And my trunk ain't big but big enough to fit you in +Have your people like "Where the hell you went?" +They find your ass with everything but movement +And money talks and I speak it fluent +And I keep them tools so don't be screwin' around +Uptown in this bitch like always +Young Money on the grind, no off-days +Young Money got cheese like Hog Heads +Now lay it down just like MJG and Ball said, yeah + +[Bridge] +And I'm... I'm so hardbody +So... now I'm so hardbody +What you niggas wan' do? +That's a big difference from what you're gon' do, yeah +Haha, spotlight on you, yeah, haha + +[Hook] +Hol' up, lemme fix my hat +Hol' up, hol' up, lemme fix my hat (Fix my hat) +Hol' up (Hol' up), lemme fix my hat +Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, my hat, my hat +Hol' up (Hol' up), lemme fix my Gat +Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up), lemme fix my Gat, my Gat +Hol' up, lemme fix my Gat +Hol' up, hol' up, lemme... Hehe! +[Verse 2] +My brother Marley G said, "You boys ain't shit +You can't name a bad bitch that the boy ain't with" +Same bad bitch that the boy came with +Same bad bitch that you boys can't get +I'll be goddamned if the Marl ain't hit +Take your girl and straight spoil that bitch +You know my niggas? Yeah, I give them all that bitch +Then drop her ass off and never call that bitch +Ya dig? My brother Mack Maine taught me that +I swear it's like the nigga wrote the game almanac +Dude! How could you even want her back? +And just in case I forget my name, I made her get it on her back, yeah + +[Hook] +Well hol' up, lemme fix my hat +Hol' up, hol' up, lemme fix my hat (Fix my hat) +Hol' up, lemme fix my hat +Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, my hat, my hat +Hol' up (Hol' up), lemme fix my Gat +Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up), lemme fix my Gat, my Gat +Hol' up, lemme fix my Gat +Hol' up, hol' up, lemme... Hehe! + +[Verse 3] +Hollygrove animal—come on, try to tame me +Tell your ma I'm bad, and tell your grandma I'm dangerous +Tell your pa he pussy, tell your brother he a bitch +I'm "On your mark, set, go"-running this shit +I'm thuggin' this bitch on some rock-and-roll shit +Need Calamine lotion, see, my pockets swole, bitch +And they wonder why I sing and changed all my outfits? +'Cause all y'all rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit +I'ma ball out, bitch and, boy, I wish +All y'all assholes get off my dick, pause +New Orleans 'til I die +Secondline, secondline, tambourines in the sky, yeah! +[Hook] +Lemme fix my hat +Hol' up, hol' up, lemme fix my hat (Fix my hat) +Hol' up, lemme fix my hat +Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, my hat, my hat +Hol' up (Hol' up), lemme fix my Gat +Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up), lemme fix my Gat, my Gat +Hol' up, lemme fix my Gat +Hol' up, hol' up, lemme... Hehe!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bye Bae[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Mic Check + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway +Music playin', phone on vibrate +Hoody followin' me, that's my big dog +Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog +Wifey callin' me, I answer, "Hi bae" +I said, "I'm joogin right now," she said, "Ok, I'll pray" +"You know I hate talkin' and drivin' on the highway" +"I love you" +"I love you too" +"Okay, bye bae" + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm goin' up, on a Sunday +I'm in L.I.V, here niggas with the "what" face +And all the niggas that I'm with, they bout that gun play +And all the bitches that I'm with ain't bout no foreplay +And all the niggas that I'm with, they in the drug trade +And all the chickens that we get, they come from Josè +A hundred dollars for a chopper, that's a throw away +Oh shit, lil mama she did swallow all my proteges +I'm on the highway to heaven, highway to heaven +Birds in the trunk, let 'em fly away to heaven +Highway to heaven, you just got a message +O-M-W, we gettin' off at your exit +I got +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway +My passenger is on parole and he can't violate +We watchin' out for all these snitches with that spygate +And all these thirsty bitches, I let 'em dehydrate +Yes Lord +Wifey callin' me, I answer, "Hi bae" +I said, "I'm joogin right now," she said, "Ok, I'll pray" +I said, "I'll be back soon, and call my goons if I'm late" +"I love you" +"I love you too" +"Okay, bye bae" + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the freeway +Wifey just text a nigga, "Be safe" +Chain on my neck look like a King K +Bettin' a hundred K on Green Bay +Okay, I'm murderin' this motherfuckin' freeway +You can get murdered on the mornin' of your b-day +I pulled the [Phantom] out this mornin', made the streets pay +My Benz and my Wraith startin' to feel betrayed +The feds stingin' like a motherfuckin' stingray +The money old, dead presidents startin' to decay +The money comin' right back, it's on replay +I'm bout to have some D'ussé with my filet +Yes Lord +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway +Tunechi playin', phone on vibrate +Ya, Hoody followin' me, that's my big dog +Just in case some shit start, I got my big dog +Wifey callin' me, I answer, "Hi bae" +I said, "I'm joogin right now," she said, "Ok, I'll pray" +"You know I hate talkin' and drivin' on the highway" +"I love you" +"I love you too" +"Okay, bye bae" + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +I got Hoody followin' me, that's my big dog +Just in case it kick off, I got my big dog + +[Verse 3: HoodyBaby/ *Lil Wayne*] +The birds touchdown, bitch, I'm jumpin' on the highway +Comin' straight to ya, I've been waitin' for like five days +*Like five days* +I'm HoodyBaby, you can call me crazy +*Call me crazy* +I treat my plug just like Sanaa Lathan +Love, I gotta ball, move the work in Ferraris +Nothin' in my trunk, police officer, I'm sorry +Haha +Today was a good day +*Why?* +I got a hood full of good yay +Now I'm in the hood, with a hood full of good yay +Meetings in my mansion just the villas in the [?] +Gotta plug on white yay, I can get you ten yay +For the right price, I can even get you Kanye +*I got* +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway +Ya, invisible as fuck, I'm in the Hyundai +Ya, the chick I'm with, her trunk look like Beyonce's +If she stay down, she gon' be pickin' up some bridesmaids +Yes Lord +Hit it to the [?] and get her my way +Lord knows when I open this trunk them thing gon' fly away +Wifey know I hate talkin' and drivin' on the highway +"I love you" +"I love you too" +"Okay, bye bae" + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Highway to heaven, highway to heaven +Birds in the trunk, we let 'em fly away to heaven +Highway to heaven, highway to heaven +Birds in the trunk, we let 'em fly away to heaven +Got some birds in the trunk, and we drive to wherever +O-M-W, we gettin' off at your exit +I got + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Chickens in the trunk, I'm on the highway +I got Jeezy playin', phone on vibrate +Ya, [?] with me, that my big dog +Just in case some shit kick off, I got my big dog +Wifey callin' me, I answer, "Hi bae" +I say, "I'm joogin right now," she say, "Ok, I'll pray" +"You know I gotta pay attention on this highway" +"I love you" +"I love you too" +"Okay, bye bae" + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Mula2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Smoke Session[Intro : Lil Wayne] +Damn I can't believe she left me like this +I mean I brought her to the airport but I can't believe she jumped on the plane and left me like this + +[Verse 1 : Lil Wayne] +And I would leave but I had to take a minute in the smokin section +Tryin to let the pain ease +Watchin her plane leave +Trippin in the smoking section +Tryin to regain me +How can I get a grip when I lost my main squeeze +And now im stuck inside of an ashtray +Like a cigarette +But my heart pumps gasoline +And this she know +I just crashed and burned +Now here come the smoke + +[Hook : Juliany] +Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section +Up in smoke +Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section +Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section +Up in smoke +Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section +[Verse 2 : Juliany] +I gave myself a hour to sit at the gate +I booked us yesterday flight 378 +U think I gave him enough time to change my mind +I love him but I couldn't this time +I packed it all up in my two bags and one carry on +U would think I was sure but it feels so wrong +A piece of me is strayed over still with you +I guess ill smoke my last stuck wonderin what I should do + +[Hook : Juliany] +Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section +Up in smoke +Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section +Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section +Up in smoke +Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section + +Im like hold on whats up +Shorty what u goin for +She packed up +Dipped out +Now she left me all alone +Back up in the smokin section +Damn she got me really trippin +Weezy tell me what u sippin +I f**ked up on this situation +Please pass me a cigarette +My nerves back calm down +She always used to promise if she leave she'll be back around +I guess its sum things as a man that im missin +So at the end of the night u can find me in the smokin section +[Hook : Juliany] +Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section +Up in smoke +Whats left u'll find it in the smokin section +Find me where u left me burnin in the smokin section +Up in smoke +What's left you'll find it in the smokin section1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Put Me In The GameIntro: +Yeah Baby +Young money, Cash Money +Get my EA sports on, ya know wat I'm talking bout? +Yea + +Verse 1: +I got a bus like John Madden baby +We can go all around the world +I never talked to them boys that sat on them benches +I was in the game on fourth and inches +Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches +And I'ma leave them boys at the line of scrimmage +Yeah I see these boys all behind me winless +I ain't Mario Williams but I'm not defenseless +Wide receiver catching Hail Mary's I'm Christian +5 and out hydraul yes we stick shift +Coming with the quick hits, fast with instincts +Cornerbacks, safeties, I burn 'em like incense +On the field I'm daddy and the ball is my infant +I don't need too much support but I'm in love with the pigskin +All I really know how to do is win +Super bowl champ, Disney World, let the kids in +Hall of fame Wayne, I'm putting my dibs in +Catch me in the game on fourth and inches +Chorus: +I don't talk to 'em, I don't talk to 'em, I don't talk to 'em +I don't, I don't talk to them boys that sat on them benches +I was in the game on fourth and inches +Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches +Put me in the game on fourth and inches +Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches +And I'ma leave them boys at the line of scrimmage + +Verse 2: +Uhh I am a New Orleans Saint, and to the Houston Texans I'd like to say thanks +Reggie Bush baby! Reggie Bush baby! +Drew Brees, Marques Colston, Sean Peyton +I'm relentless, I'm offensive, I'm expensive, like Tom Benson +Super dome it's going down it's high time boys +We second lining on the fifty yard line boys +Hey quarterback I'm gonna bust through your line boy +Your jersey says your last name, but you mine boy +I'm so fast before I leave I been gone +Okay you in the zone, I'm in the end zone +Where is your chinstrap? Why isn't it on? +'Cause if I hit you you gone have to strap yo chin on +See the score on the goal line, it's on +Fourth and inches as the crowd chants this song + +Chorus: +I don't talk to 'em, I don't talk to 'em, I don't talk to 'em +I don't, I don't talk to them boys that sat on them benches +I was in the game on fourth and inches +Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches +Put me in the game on fourth and inches +Coach put me in the game on fourth and inches +And I'ma leave them boys at the line of scrimmage1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Talk That[Hook - T-Pain] +And I'mma talk, talk, talk, talk +And I'mma talk, talk, talk, talk +Now go and give me 50 because when I talk I spit and +If the haters keep hating, I'mma have to come and talk that shit + +[Verse - Lil Wayne] +Happy ass Weezy, never in a bad mood +Boy I talk shit like I swallowed a bathroom +Girl give me vacuum, do it 'til her lips drool +The ice in your fridge never met a nigga this cool +Young money I’m richer than I used to be +I plant my seed in her garden now she root for me +Baby I’ma tell you truthfully: +I talk it and I do believe I walk it +Call me orthopedic Carter and I ought to be an author +Damn, man and I tell ya, it’d be a best seller +Tim on the beat and me Missy Elliot goes wherever +Ya dig? +You can ask the bank teller +But my money old like Nelson Mandela +Higher than a propeller +And baby I can show you better than acapella + +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pussy Niggaz[Lil Wayne] +Girl from Atlanta and she thicker than her mother +Like her mother, like my mother, and I love her like my mother +Say wussuper like I come from the Bay +But I come from the game where we dont play +504 NOLA,Everyday +Fuck what you say is what chu do +And I do it big,Bigger than you +Try humong,Dont forget da u s +Best flow goin,And everybody know it +I sip syrup and show the pinky ring as I pour it +Just like a poet I wear glasses and the hat +But you dont want me to go back to wearing masks and a gat +I ain't dancing in the back cause in my pants there is a mack +So if you wanna dance with me you gonna be dancing with the mack +And it moves to its own beat,BratBratBratBapdatdedat BratBratBratdedatyBapdedadydatdat BratBratBrat BratBratBratbapbddddd bdddditlle blahadplahadaghayagagaga bedalatbedlatbedle dat dat +Den splat,Ewww +I'm right back at ya just like that +Just like I left sumthin,Weezy F sumthin that you ain't +Like paint Im up on your girlfriend wall +And boy you pussy like your girlfriend draws +Ooh, Im hot, look at summer in the face +And you can count on me like I got numbers on my face +9 on my hip,Yea I got numbers on my waist +And if your girl is a veggie,I put cucumber in her face +Cause DJ on the beat,Lil Weezy with the heat +Forget Shaquille O'Neal I think that D.Wade need me +Man I just went so hard and I dont even know what this song is called +But chu know how niggas say dey ripped it? +Well I just ripped it all +[Jae Millz] +I said good morning america +Goodnight to the bullshit +Fuck a one shot deal i gotta full clip +Haha. So even if I miss with the first one. I got 15 more to get the work done +I smoke L's til every part of the perp done. Boss man, tell them boys I had a dudes, murked son. damit id hate to get valid? +I’d rather be fucking on a south American island, bad chick, grindin on my dick for first count. My great American scream machine got a shout, fuck niggas in the street, I don’t know the count, and when you getting money while I give a fuck about them +See back in the day I used to really give a fuck about what they say +Now I can give a fuck about what they say +Cause im fucking every day and everyday…1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +South Muzik[Intro] +Shout out to my nigga DJ Drama man +You know you killing the mixtape game right now man +Niggas can't fuck with my homie +Homie gettin' the cover of magazines +Homie's well known everywhere +And you know if you gon' do a mixtape you gotta go through Drama +That's just how it go man +Respect my nigga 'cause I respect my nigga +And I fucks with him man +Y'all look out for the fuckin, official Gangsta Grillz album comin +You know Imma be on that thang doing what I do best, man +Weezy F. Baby please say the baby +If you don't your bitch will + +[DJ Drama] +See we did the first Dedication before disaster +I see now why we named it that, obviously it was a reason +Dedication 2 +For those not with us no more, we dedicate this to them + +[Verse 1] +My name Wayne and I came to party +My watch an Icee and my chain a Frostee +Them bitches like me, but they mayne's is salty +I ain't on strike three, but his brains'll cost me +I'mma chill, like waitin for the doctor +I'm awaitin for the proper head doctor hey +I need a check up, and mami tellin me her man need to step up +I'm like, say no more 'cause there's the door +And my niggas like I ain't tryin' hate on yours +I'm like boy I don't save no whore, oh no +I'm too small to go against the cold +So I grab me a freak and be like, let's roll +Cause after the afterparty is the muhfuckin bachelor party +That's what's up, master suite master me +And we be "ungh" all night like Master P yeah +[Verse 2] +My name Wayne and I came from money +I gotta pretty bitch wit me, but her brains is ugly +Got a city bitch wit me, but her brains is country +Yeah a silly bitch wit me, man her brains is dummy +Be smart I'll take the brains of dummies +That desert eagle new, workout plan, brain then tummy +I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money +I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin +I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats +They like, no he didn't get that new Bentley black and white +Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it +Know he told the dealer make sure there's no equivalent +So that makes this a one of one +That means none before it, none to come +Young money but the money ain't young neither's the night +What are you drinkin' make it a double you in trouble OH + +[Verse 3] +My name wayne and I came to rock +I come a long way from turnin' cocaine to rock +And like the song say get, getcha ass on up +But her thong say pull me down or to the side +And I go and say, sweetie can you open up your walkway +Bet I run up and down your hallway all day shit +Ain't nothin like a hard day menage +I call it three the hard way, Ohhh +Hollygrove hard case, star face Scarface +Very similar to my pa face, I'm particular bout my court case +I ride fly, look out the window you saw space +I ride high, my interior tye die, I'm so superior +You lookin' at Cash Money's interior you hearin' me +Birdman, J-R a period, holla at a nigga when you're serious shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Can’t Miss(Intro) +Consider this Evil Empire thing as a threat +Evil Empire + +(Hook, Lil Wayne) +I don't need no hook for this shit +I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't miss +Shawty I don't need no hook for this shit +I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't +And I don't need no hook for this shit +I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't miss +Shawty I don't need no hook for this shit +I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't + +(Evil Empire) + +(Verse 1, Lil Wayne) +Ah-ah-ah-ahem +Ah-ah-ah-ahem +Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah +Ah hahaha +Ok now shawty take yo clothes off +And I'mma hit it-I'ma hit it 'til we dose off +And when we wake up, I'mma hit it 'til we dose off +She say her pussy isn't stoppin +I'm like, if that's the case, I'mma beat it like Johnny Cochran +I'm a rocket like Houston, I'm leanin +Ain't nothin between me and you, but this bikini +Now can it I take it off ya? +Rub my tongue across ya +I do it so right, she call me an author +But I am just a Carter +Yeah, I'm just a Carter +Straight to the powder +Yeah, that's what I brought her +Man I swear, I'mma make her cheer like victory +Shawty shawty, you can get speared like Brittany, literally +(Hook, Lil Wayne) +And I don't need no hook for this shit +I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't miss +Shawty I don't need no hook for this shit +I'm just tryina hit it-hit it like I can't1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Forever WinningIf not us then who +Leggo + +[Refrain] +Young Money we the hardest team +Forever winning bitch +We on our Charlie Sheen +Make that ass jump +Girl do your damn thing +We bout that life +And them niggas ain't about a damn thing + +[Verse 1: Jae Millz] +Okay, they say time is money and most say life is short +So I chase my dollar signs and let that bullshit walk +You in that bullshit +You might as well walk +I’m in the air first class +Pound key, can't talk sorry +Look in my eyes and you gonna see its a real nigga +No deck of cards nigga +I'll deal with you +I talk to the ghost of James Brown +It was a man's world then and its a man's world now +If you a fake nigga before then you a fake nigga now +Nothing change, same song +Same lyrics, same sound +Same shit different day +New problems every day +That revolver got that bang +That automaty just spray +Fuck games I don't play +Unless it's NBA 2k +Or that Madden +I ain't laughing +You next to pay +That's just Jae +Jae don’t think +Jae just go H.A.M +Before you could blink +You go get a drink +She wink next thing I know she's bent over my sink +Millz +[Refrain] + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +It's Lil Tunechi +I ain't on shit, I was born Wayne +Wish I was born rich +Millz what it do +Where them New York bitches +If these walls could talk +I hope they talk business +And I got my money right +And since my money right +I can get some kidnappers +To go kidnap your son and wife +I dont pack a gun or knife +I pack a checkbook +And I just point guard +Russel Westbrook +On the real nigga +The clips got curves +That's sex appeal nigga +I’m extra ill, you +Pay the medical bill nigga +We masked up like there +Was a chemical spill nigga +Fuck with me e-y-e +Be damn if you will nigga +When we rolling we pop you +Like an extra pill nigga +Shoot to kill nigga +The truth will kill niggas +One time for Harlem +Two for Millz nigga, Tunechi3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Showtime[Intro] +No Ceilings +Mannie Fresh on the beat +Fuck them foes up + +[Verse] +Tell my bitches it’s show time, tell my niggas it’s go time +Sipping lean, I’m on a slow time, choking off the weed like it’s a bowtie +Shoot your ass up in no time, and all my shooters gon’ cosign +And all you haters get paid no mind, money talks, I told it speak your mind +All my niggas for-lifers, and all my bitches one-nighters +And all my hoes curvaceous, and all their clothes are enticing +None of my bitches got prices, none of my niggas got licenses +I’m on my 56 Nights shit, I fuck with that Future like psychics +I’m in the suite eating snow crab, I’m in the street like the dope man +We do drive-bys in Mopeds, smoke strong like Popeye, Conan +I beat the pussy up, I just throat jab, I got her legs in the air, that’s a toe grab +I make the bitch call me Macho Man, I’m sipping on lean bumping Slow Jamz, hey +Tell my niggas it’s show time, tell my niggas it’s show time +Sipping lean, I’m on a slow time, choking off the weed like it’s a bowtie +Lights, camera, action, got a nice tasty fashion +Got some nice tasting bitches, and I like tasting bitches +And I like taking money, I don’t like taking pictures +But I like naked pictures, I saw your wife’s naked pictures +I saw your homies with the cops, and I don’t like snakes and snitches +You know it’s lonely at the top, it’s just me, kites, planes, and pigeons (hi neighbor) +It’s just me, life, rags, and riches, I didn’t have a pot or pan to piss in +Now I’m like Ice Man, I’m chilling, laying on white sand, she sniffing +Laying on satin sheets, I’m comfy, I came from the backstreets, that’s bumpy +Now I’m like Wall Street with money, and bitch don’t call me for nothing with your broke ass +Tell my niggas it’s show time, tell my bitches it’s show time +Sipping lean, I’m on a slow time, choking off the weed like it’s a bowtie +Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action +My bitch like the camera action, just like Pamela Anderson, ohh +I tell my bitches it’s show time, I tell my niggas it’s show time +And all my niggas gon’ throw signs, we gangbanging nigga, fuck your side +Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action +I’m the main attraction, my bitch sexy and attractive +My bitch sexy and attractive, fancy, flexible, elastic +We have sex while we in traffic, we have sex then re-enact it +She take X and she do acid, she took X amount of classes +My bitch classy and she ratchet, sassy and nasty, and romantic +My bitch sexy and attractive, she'll collect the [?] +And she healthy and she sweet, I eat it like vegetables and candy +My bitch sexy and she crafty, my bitch sexy wearing glasses +My bitch sexy wearing khakis, my bitch never wearing panties, no +Tell my bitches it’s show time, tell my niggas it’s show time +Tell them niggas we lit, lit like the Apollo sign +Getting money and getting so high, Versace shades, that’s 4 eyes +She suck the dick till her throat tired, I fuck the bitch till we both tired +My bitch look like Kiki Shepard, your bitch look like a German Shepard +Got 2 hoes with me, salt and pepper, and you can’t have salt without pepper +Took them to my spot like a leopard, I fucked them soon as they stepped in +Your niggas ain’t goons, they yes men, these niggas ain’t Tune, I’m special, lord +I told my niggas it’s show time, and we ain’t finished, we need more time +I just want some ass and a blowjob, my bitch want an ass and a nose job +I spent some bands on a bowtie, I give her bands, tell her “go shopping” +I need my check from my old job, I need my check from my old job +Watch out lil bitch or get clotheslined, I say “take off your clothes,” she say “sure, fine” +They say my mind is a goldmine, I say “no shit,” I say “no lie” +I’m on my shit, in control slime, I’m on my shit, I control mine +I told my bitches it’s show time, I told my niggas it’s show time +Lights, camera, action, lights, camera, action +I’m the main attraction, my bitch sexy and attractive +My bitch sexy and attractive, my bitch sexy and attractive +She say I’m sexy and I’m handsome, I got a Jet Ski and a Phantom +I got a condo and a mansion, I got a main hoe and companion +I got a plain hoe and a dancer, I got a lame hoe and a fast one +Imma finesse and pull a fast one, I got connects from here to NASA +Got a direct line on Jigga, but I don’t text or harass him +But when I do holler at him, it ain’t never about you rappers +Cuz y’all just rap about shit you never did and shit that’s never about to happen +And I’m so tired of these lil dudes, excuse me if I start napping +And then my 3 wishes was granted and that was lights, camera, action, I’m gone +[Outro] +Lights, camera, action +Lights, camera, action +No Ceilings +Mula baby3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m a Motherfuckin’ Menace[Verse 1] + +Who? +Weezy baby, baby im crazy yeah +Makin a statement, feel these phrases, bitch +Hear these shots, get the fuck out of here +Low sea level nigga, get your diving gear, yeah +Okay we rocking like a mother fucking quarter in a crackhouse +Kitchen, when its finished I'mma pitch it +I'm a motherfucking chemist I'm a motherfucking menace +I'm a motherfucking dentist, knock your teeth out, fuck nigga +Quarterback, run and shoot, hood nigga shush nigga +The hamburger is tough nigga +You lunch nigga +You get the double deluxe nigga +Thank you very much +Turn a nigga head to mush +That uzi turn your body to a smoothie, slush +Them pussies ain't fucking with us +Them niggas just fucking it up +But I'm laid back, back of the club +Tuss in the cup, tuss in the blunt +Gun in the gut, stunt if you want +Play if you may, try if you like to fly +I put wings on you, and shoot you out the sky +Niggas scared of money, see the chrome outside +Do the homicide, we got the chromers out +Known to ride bonafide on the rise +That corner mine, Eagle street all the time +And bitch niggas don't apply +Naw player call yourself a tiremark +Make a nigga drive way up the sidewalk +Your people paint the concrete red +Blood bath, turn the grass to a water bed(Splash!) +Harder head make a soft-ass, my father said +Short life, faster money sound like honey(Sweet!) +I made it past twenty, I'm an old man +A dead man walking, kill me if you can +Damn, but you the president man +Well I guess I'm a dead president man +Yeah I'm just money, baby trust me +Bet on me, go with me +Man the chance is looking chubby +And we dancing on your grave when you dead boy +2-step, juke juke, I'm a made boy +I'm a made boy, no I'm a made man +I give 'em heead nods, I don't shake hands +Don't take it personal, its part of my position +I feel all police is pussies, baby send me my petition +Fuck 'em! (What you think?) +Yeah that's what I said, an double fuck the FED's +Now what's trouble to a troubled child? +Nothing. what's murder to a murderer? +A thing. get it? it ain't nothing but a thing +Everybody got to lose this, ain't nothing but the game +Yeah an this ain't nothing but them real verses +And if you listening to this, then you a a real person +I got kicked but I'm still lurking, still searching +Got a fetish for desert, squirt like the middle of a jelly doughnut +Off my back wit my pump make his belly gross up +I'm right handed, his right side swoll up +No homo, but my dick couldn't fill his hole up +Niggas hold up, tell them niggas wait +Man get off my dick, nigga just ask your bitch +Niggas hold up tell them bitches wait +The best rapper alive, yeah now what you say?2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dead Bodies[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Young Mula Baby +Money on my mind +(what the) fuck a nigga thought? +He ain't even thank +He didn't even see me with the pistol in the shade +Walked up to him put the pistol to his tank +Pussy nigga faint +Pick that pussy up +Naw let him lay +Where I'm from we see a fuckin dead body everyday [x3] +Hammer in the draws +Hammer in drawers +And ya'll ain't nothin but nails in the wall +Posters, holsters +Empty like a muthafucka +Off my hip, clip empty like a muthfucka +Hehe, ok simply I'm a bug- lover +It's fly carter, duckin the fly swatter +Simply, I'm a muhfucka +Pimpin' ain't dead, because I'm pimpin like a muhfucka + +Now where ya ho at? +Wipe ya feet on the door mat +I'm a bring in, no back +Like em to go with no back +I'm a-go forward, the top can get lower, them hoes 'gon get cut +Like a sword, I know it +You ain't gotta tell me +I already smell it +You pussy niggas eatin' peanut butter and jellys +Ya los' like angeles +But you can find me in the white tan Ellis +Just like Van Halen +I'm a rock out bitch +I'm a wear that Glock like a fucking outfit +I don't care what you know +You ain't no nothin' 'bout this +And I hope your ass choke when you suck my dick +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +Ok, I’m strapped up +Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets ain’t strapped up +And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do +And I’m like let me at em! Call me Scrappy Doo +Hazardous to scrap with you I ain't lookin stupid +You beat me? Too bad, bitch, I’m comin back shootin! +Fool I’m a fool, I do what I do +It’s like fixing broke cars, which tools i'mma use? +Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mac or the Rug +Catch you when it’s just you, You’re like “it wasn’t just you!” +I guess i’m just to real for niggas to adjust to +Fuck me? Naw bend over nigga, fuck you +See I know what’s what, who’s who, and who is you +Move you lose you move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose +I’ll put you on the 10 O'clock news +One, two, buckle ya shoes +Here come the Kid who +Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your old wounds +Dudes using more tools than Tim from Home Improve +Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes +Don’t play with him cuz shoot he’ll shoot +I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes +I’m playin duck duck goose, boy I’m slick like mouse +I’m tha truth not a fluke I’m a murderer, Fuck you! +Put niggas on mute like2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blood Klot[Intro] +What the blood klot? +What the blood klot? +Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock +Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta +Imma rude, badman shotta + +[Verse 1] +What the blood klot? +What the blood klot? +Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock +Imma bad boy, Imma 2Pac +Choppa choppin half off like a coupon +Imma lil nigga, please do not, feel froggy, cuz if you high +Imma boom bap bap, with the oowap bap +You ain't know we call the uzi the oowap +I dont do cops, I dont do wap +I dont do bitches, that act bourgeois +Excuse my french, I just do moi +But she do coke, she do molly, she do moonrock +Yeah.. + +[Bridge] +Amen, Hallelujah +Weezy threw a snitch off the rooftop, bye +Convertibles, I dont do tops +I dont do carlots, I do the dupont +Balling and what not +Bitch I've been ballin since the hook shot +When I saw my first mil' I ain't look shocked +Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop + +[Hook] +Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop +Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop +Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta +Tunechi rude boy, bad man hear my shotta + +[Verse 2] +What the blood klot? +What the blood klot? +Im in the two-door Benz Coupe with the bug eyes +Im in the two-door Benz Coupe, bumpin Thug Life +Im in a two cup congregration sippin mud slides (pour up) +211s at night, 187s broad daylight +Catch you at a red light, make it yo grave sight (bap bap) +Guns clappin so loud, give you stage fright +Banana clips look like a banana in a tail-pipe +And niggas in wheelchairs is half-dead +Niggas with real money is in the feds +They just ran in my house last week +Damn, I wasn't home I was in the streets +I ain't never home, I be in the streets +A money hound, giving hoes the runaround +It been fuck the world, it wanna cuddle now +I ain't fucking with them niggas cuz they funny style +I ain't fucking with them niggas cuz they funny style +I ain't fucking with them niggas cuz they funny style +100 pounds in the trunk, drove a 100 mile +Make a deal we drop it off and then we turn around +Hunt you down, take your shit and then we gun you down +I fix your frown, leave my footprints on your stomping ground +I feel my high coming down, roll another ounce +Hate when my hoes come in town unannounced +[Bridge] +I got my own ups and downs +You lil niggas dont do shit but make my stomach growl +Take a shower with your bitch and let her rub me down +She say you tiny but that dick looks like it muclebound +Give me the pussy, tear it up and down +Doing circles in the pussy I dont fuck around +Crash dummies better dumb it down +Better buckle up and stay buckled down +Smoking on the loud and we love the sound +Yeah, sweet as Gil Scott +Yeah, looking like guwap +Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop + +[Hook] +When the hook drop +Take a sip and pop a pill when the hook drop +Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta +Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta +Blowup + + +[Outro] +Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta +Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta +Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta +Tunechi badman, rude boy, Imma shotta +Blowup +Ouuwee... Mula baby.. + +What the blood klot? +What the blood klot? +Imma rude boy, with me dreadlock +Dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta +Imma rude, badman shotta + +No Ceilings3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m The Truth[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] + +Bitch I'm the truth! and I would I lie? +I walk up in this bitch like a pilot I'm fly (I'm Fly!) +Hello and bye-bye +I leave ya'll ass in the past like tie-dye (heheh) +3 blunts and a mai-tai +And I am so well connected like Wi-Fi (Haheh) +Me real dread dem dey sci-fi +And I murder Bill Nuy The science Guy + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] + +I! Do what I do and I do it well +I'm a OG bitch! Can't you spell? +Fuck wrong witch ya'll? +I ain't Marvin Gay, but I can get it on witch ya'll! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] + +Yea +When I rap my nigga it's so eassyy +That girl so thick she remind me of Suziee +I'm cool but heater like a jacuzi +I'm the size of a mountain so bitch you can't movve me! +Look homie you not even on my level +When it comes to battle MC's son I kill several +I get more blow than a tea kettle +Tell your girl come and suck my dick and than we settle +[Hook: Lil Wayne] + +I do what I do and I do it well +I'm a OG bitch can't you spell? (Ha!) +Fuck wrong witch ya'll? +I ain't Marvin Gay, but I can get it on witch ya'll (Yea!) + +Verse 3: Lil Wayne] + +Microphone Ch-ecker no liquor (Ow!) +Just pain killers and prometha - young echas! (Heh) +Jumpin' the gas like checkers you can't check us +Or we all in your face like freckles - trunk speckle +Big shark talk I swim when and wheneva +I walk with a fork in my poket salt and pepper +Feed me rappers or feed me beats +And if you don't believe me than leave me be (Haha!) + +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne] + +I am not human I am just an illusion +Organized confusion amusing (Ha!) +I am not losing I am one of the chosen +"School Of The Hard Knocks" I am just a student2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ballin[Intro: DJ Raj Smoove] +Young Money +Volume 1 +This is Lil Weezy Ana +Best Rapper Alive, Weezy F +Greatest DJ in the world, Raj Smoove +Let's go! + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans) +Sellin iron all the time, and you know this +We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans) +Sellin iron all the time, and you know this + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Look, back out the garage in the hog +And you know I redo the insides like the morgue +Look, back out the garage in the hog +And you know I redo the insides like the morgue +Look, back out the garage in the hog +And you know I redo the insides like the morgue + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +The coupe blue like the ‘do on Marge +Ridin with a bitch prettier than a Debarge +Mommy want a soldier, baby I’m a Sarge +You can’t have me but we can have a menage (that’s 3) +Now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage +And it’s flowers for the dead, better get em a corsage +Yeeaa, head nigga in large +And everything I do, I San Diego Charge +While you niggas just starve +I’m eating so much I'mma fuck around and barf +And, red is the color of my scarf (B's up) +And understand – to a giant, you’re a dwarf +My flow’s throwed off +I’m so sick all I got to do is cough +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans) +Sellin iron all the time, and you know this +We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans) +Sellin iron all the time, and you know this + +[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy] +Bitch I come from the bottom of the map +New Orleans, Louisiana, we love to pack gats +We love to count stacks, we love to pump back +I love killing the track; me, Wayne, Ronny, and Mac +That’s some Hollygrove shit, yeah +And I'mma bang it in your ear until you get it clear +You heard that? That’s my word, and I meant that +Don’t tempt me, I leave ya bent up in your Bentley +Believe me + +[Verse 3: Ronny] +Yeah it’s Ronny, back in the game +Straight off the block, back in the game +Now run, tell you heard me rapping with Wayne +Run, tell you heard me rapping insane +Yea, I’m off in this bitch, puffing drogas in this bitch (bitch) +I’m leaning in this bitch, we got freaks in this bitch +We deep in this bitch +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans) +Sellin iron all the time, and you know this +We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans) +Sellin iron all the time, and you know this + +[Verse 4: Mack Maine] +I got a thing for them big trucks +Big, fine bitches with good jug and big butts +5, 4 mommies with nice head and fake tits +That don’t get loose off Goose and probably act up +5, 7 bitches with bowlegs that take dick +All they really need is like two pills and 6 blunts +Wake up in the morning and count money and make grits +She don’t really know no English so we don’t say shit +(Mack Maine) Yeah, Wayne said let it rain on them (I did) +Mother nature with the paper, doing a Mack Maine on em +Like, there go 1000, like swoosh +Like, there go 2000... (ballin) +Now shake that ass like you can’t +Pay your cable bill and you tryna watch the Saints +On the 60 inch Hitachi, living like Liberace +Sporting the latest Versace, shotty and Maseratis +Dodging the paparazzi, AC cold like the heart of Nazis +This here a classic like old school Hirachis +Then get your grill cooked like it was Hibachi +Word to cousin Rodney9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Over Here[Intro/Hook] +We pimpin' over here +Yall simpin' over there +Yall bitches over here +Yall trippin over there + +[Bridge 1] +Better keep that over there (4x) +You +Better keep that over there (2x) +You +Better keep that, better keep that (2x) +Hey, hey, because + +[Hook] + +[Bridge 2] +Better keep that over there +Better keep that over there +Better keep that, better keep that + +[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +Well, I'm young Weezy F. Baby +Fuck a ho, cut a ho +Only if she can cut the coke +Let's fucking go, it's Hollygrove +Bussin' straight through the fucking do' +You fucking know them calicoes +They go blucka blucka +You better have a vest baby +Only if I don't shoot to low +Make your chest do the Tootsee Roll +Turn your face to a pussy hole +Turn my bullets to dicks +And I'm making love to your shit, like a bitch +And I bet that you gone love my sex baby +Now say my name like Beyonce +They ain't fuckin' with me, I say +Holla at ya boy, bitch holla at yo' nigga +Now show love, don't be shady +And please say the... +[Hook 2x] +We pimpin' over here +Yall simpin' over there +Yall bitches over here +Yall trippin over there + +[Bridge 3] +Better keep that over there (4x) +You +Better keep that over there +You +Better keep that, better keep that +Better keep that over there + +[Verse 2: Boo] +Young Money motha fucka +Black 'Lac, hopping out me and Spitta +He puffing on that dro, I'm sipping that hard liquor +Stop thinking you hard nigga +Cause I'll show you different +Keep, running your mouth +Boo will have your ass missing +I got your bitch kissing right under my waistline +Got a lot of dreams, but pimping I never chase mine +This G strolling, heck to the cops, loaded +Pushing that new Rover, still copping the cola +Whipping that with soda +You looking at a Young Money soldier +Chi high roller +Big dough folder, big lead holder +Shampoo bullets that hit heads and shoulders +[Hook 2x] + +[Bridge 3]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Feel Like Fuckin Something[Repeat 2X] +Do it +Do it, now, now, uh do it now +Now, now uh do it now gul + +[Verse 1: Wayne] +Hot Boy Baby, stop for a woman with her clothes off +Get hed, then doze off +This bed is so soft, this dick is so hard +End all the bullshit as soon as I pull it out +Then I put it, push it, in and out +That's that good shit, that gushy, I work them out yea +She said her guy can't satisfy her +Now she cumma cumma cumma cumma cumma chameleon +She comes and gooooes, my ho +And I love her, love her, love her, I love her, I really do +But I don't hook or handcuff her, that's not somethin' I do, yea + +[Hook: 2X] +Reel: I feel like fuckin' somethin', I feel like fuckin' somethin' +Wayne: I'mma step to the girl, I'mma let her know my name +She gon' look at her girlfriend like bitch I'mma leave you, yep! + +[Verse 2] +I don't want no problems, I just wanna fix that problem +If your problem be that nigga, mama, I will be that nigga +You should have yourself a drink, I get through and +Your girls about to go peace, I get you in +The V.I.P. with me, now talk to your girls, V-I-P I be +Cause I do it, large +IPod, the coolet muthafucka that you prolly ever saw +To the bar we spar, lovetaps, later on we turn that to war, yea +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +OK ma, I hear you sayin' I can hit, that's good +Wat about this nigga I'm with? he good +That's my nigga Trill Reel, Reel show her wat you do... +That's how me move so, baby lets move slow +Mami that's too slow, keep up with the groove +We gon' get to wrestlin', messin' with your breasts +Since you come through in a dress, now I'm undoin' your dress +Yea, I got my 1,2, my 1,2 in effect +I'm the young dude, that's sprung, you come through and get wet +And yes I..know I..ease 'em when I please 'em +The people downtown never want me to leave 'em +Ohhh + +[Hook] + +Do it +I said do itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +After Disaster[Intro] +Lil Wayne: yea +Juelz Santana: uhh uhh uhh uhh +Lil Wayne: yea +Juelz Santana: I can't feel my face, yea, I make the sound so beautiful, u did +Lil Wayne: yea, I no, elz talk to them + +[Hook 2x] +When the levees broke +When the planes hit +What's going on my nigga +You know the same shit +After Katrina, after the towers +We holds our heads high after disaster + +[Hook] +When the levees broke +When the planes hit +What's going on my nigga, the same shit +After Katrina, after the towers +We holds our heads high after disaster + + +[verse 1] +They couldn't kill me holla if u feel me +Hurricane Katrina victim in the building +Okay, day time soldier, night time rider +911 survivor, yeah I feel you +And who am I to try to keep hope alive +When I'm seeing dead babies floating by +Damn, burning buildings, flamed up +They couldn't take da heat so they jumped +Man, they want to want to transform the streets we grew up on +A deck of cards with no aces: luck gone +Uhh, tower 1 fell, tower 2 fell +Now everybody screwed like loose nails +I'm like what are we to do with a house with no roof +Look up and pray to whose above you +God, yeeup, now just look in your seat +Black people, white people, all covered in debris, yeaah + +[Hook] +When the levees broke +When the planes hit +What's going on my nigga +You know the same shit +After Katrina, after the towers +We holds our heads high after disaster + +When the levees broke +When the planes hit +What's going on my nigga, the same shit +After Katrina, after the towers +We holds our heads high after disaster + +[verse 2] +Try to keep our head up, and not get fed up (nope) +But it seems like they won't let us live +Yea, and I was told that life ain't shit and this world ain't neither +This is why I scream fuck the world not the people (nope) +Yes, but in the belly of the beast +People get swallowed like meat, eat +And your president was lying while my people was dying +In the helicopter flying looking down reading signs +Help! SOS, somebody save us +Ten dead inside, where our savior +And, I've seen tragedy I've looked it in the eye +Hate being at my lowest so I choose to get high +High, so high, that my name should be sky +It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's I +Yea, I holla five on four till they bury me man +I'm the father of New Orleans and I'm a family man +You heard me +[Hook] +When the levees broke +When the planes hit +What's going on my nigga +You know the same shit +After Katrina, after the towers +We holds our heads high after disaster + +When the levees broke +When the planes hit +What's going on my nigga, the same shit +After Katrina, after the towers +We holds our heads high after disaster + +Now, if I should die before my time, Lord +Take care of Jew Jew and his mom (please) +Take care of little Jah (please) +Take care all the kids (please) +'Cause through us they live +Yeah, lord please keep your eyes on me +And if I die, I pray my soul you keep +And I don't want this world to kill me, but I'm getting so weak +I can't take much more, I just want to be free +Free, they said they knew there was a problem with the levees, and they did nothing (nothing) +Clinton approved the money, and Bush did nothing (nothing) +So, Katrina hit, and three days later, Fema just comin' +I'm feeling like what the hell is really goin' on +Planes into buildings, what's next King Kong? +I wish we didn't even have a reason for this song (but we do) Moment of silence for the people that's gone (Shhhhh) +To those restin' in peace, those dead and deceased, soon again we meet (soon) +Or 'til I'm high and drunk and my car swerves off road, haa +I'll meet you at the crossroads +Lord, please keep your eyes on me +And if I die, I pray my soul you keep +And i don't want this world to kill me, but I'm getting so weak +I can't take much more, I just wanna be free +[Hook] +When the levees broke +When the planes hit +What's going on my nigga +You know the same shit +After Katrina, after the towers +We holds our heads high after disaster + +When the levees broke +When the planes hit +What's going on my nigga, the same shit +After Katrina, after the towers +We holds our heads high after disasterEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You NastyFive Foot Six, Nice Size Dick +Long Ass Hair You Could Pull My Shit +I Don't Even Care We Could Do It Anywhere +Bust One In The Elevator +One In The Stairs +She Seperate Her Legs On The Arms Of The Chair +Sex Is In The Air, She Want Me To Hit It Rare +That Means Raw, That Means Naw +I Could Pull Out But That Means Jaw +That Means Gulp +I Wake Up To Vodka And Orange Juice +Baby You Could Drink My Pulp +Think She Won't? +I Bet She Will +Baby Doll Ride With No Hands On The Wheel +Still Lil Wayne Disregarding The Lil +How That Boy Grew Up And Got A Sex Appeal +Yeah! I'm So Dressed To Kill +Tell Her I Hit Her Pussy Like Vagisil Fareal +Shorty Let This Be Known +I Got My Own Crib +And You Can Come Through +Get Some Of That Good Dick +Only If You Need To Shorty +You Could Bring Your Kids +I Gotta Ps2 And All Of That Good Shit +I'll Let That X Box Keep Them Busy +Call Pop Get A Bag Of Dro +Keep You Dizzy +Yeah, Thank You Lil Jay +I Got It From Him +Then We Can F*ck And Sweat That Weed Smell Out Of Ya Hair +Yeah Shorty Gotta Booty Like Popcorn +Remove Ya Underwear +But Please Leave Them Socks On +Feet Or Toes +I Ain't Really Into That +Just Tryina Put My Hand On Top Ya Head Like A Fitted Cap +Cause Your Feelin That +Shorty I Know You Is +Observe That No Clothes Sign +When You In My Crib +Yeah I Can't Let Em Get Past Me +I Cut That Camera On And Shorty Said- You Nasty +Hop In My Whip +Let's Ride +Let Me Feel Them Thighs +While You Smoke In This Sly +What? You Ain't Know That I Was Ballin +I'm True To The Game, Nah Ma no stalling +Baby Girl, We Just Met +I'm Just Tryna Get You Out That Dress +See What's Round My Neck +Know How That Rose Gold Glo +Know How That Platinum Shine +Bend On Over +Touch Them Toes +While I Hit It From Behind +Everything I Got Is Mine +No Time For Questions +Just Time For Sexxin +Let Me Grab Protection +Now It's On And Crackin +Pimpin, Mackin +What I'm Bout +Leave The Chick +Dig Her Out +Leave My Niggas Paper Out +Haaah!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Oh Boy Freestyle[Intro] +Oh baby, Oh Weezy +Yes 'sa (Weezy, Baby) + +[Verse] +You know I'm Weezy Wee the - Boy +Apple and Eagle - Boy +Packin' them heaters - Boy +That's blocka - Oh Boy +And I'm back in the streets - Boy +My crack is fa' cheap - Boy +I got that - Boy Boy Boy Boy +I'm movin' in wit' my - Boy +We doing it - Oh Boy +I'm S.Quing it wit' my - Boy +SQAD UP - Oh Boy +You try us no (Boy) I'm the - Boy Boy +I come through in that toy on them alloys boy +Mami like boy, I move so quik +I'm the good dick boy, so slick.. +.. boys so click wit' my - Boy +I'mma stick wit' my - Boy +That my - Boy Boy Boy Boy +Hey Maunderin' this young Wayne +Mami you know the game +You know ta give me brainz, til you make your boy range +Go try another - Boy +You gatta suck ya boy get a Mack +Not a man baby, +Ya Understand+ baby +See me the - Boy +Me and that fifi - Boy +Call us them fly - Boy +We high - Oh Boy +I, ride fa' my - Boy +An-twan you my - Boy +Hey we - Boy Boy Boy Boy +I'm that pistol pack - Boy +I'm back - Oh Boy +And this shit is a rap - Boy +I told ya - Oh Boy +Y'all all know the (Boy) Grove-a - Boy Boy +Ya, not from the Magnolia, but the bar Soljah +Y'al sippin' that Belvi - Boy +Step it up - Boy +Ya know whats in my cup (Boy) +Purple Stuff+ - Oh Boy +And ya wanna swallow ya - Boy +But tomorrow you can (Boy) halla at 'cha - Boy Boy Boy Boy +Yes, its the Cash Money - Boy +The Young Money - Boy +Fuck it I done it (Boy) 500 - Oh Boy +Aiy gimme ya bitch - Boy +I show you how ta (Boy) make her +Twerk-n-Work-n-breakin' them chips boy, you fuckin' wit' a sick boy +I feel it bubblin', I think I'm about ta shit boy +I need a hit of that light green sticky shit - Boy +Got me feelin' like - Boy Boy Boy Boy +Stupid bitch I'm the - Boy +The fire dont stop -Boy +I'm the only Hot - Boy +But I'm glad - Oh Boy +But I'm mad at 'cha (Boy) that - Boy Boy +Dont make a nigga bust a Mac at 'cha when I see ya +Ya need ta listen - Boy +I'm in the kitchen - Boy +Cookin' and Zippin' - Boy +2 for 1 - Oh Boy +Hey Juve fuck wit' ya - Boy +I won't fuck wit' ya (Boy) Fuck Ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy +Got a baby girl, not a - Boy +She a trip - Oh Boy +I love her thats all my - Boy +Sweet Nae' - Oh Boy +But ya mama played ya - Boy +Fuck my - Boy Boy Boy +She knows how it go, I'ont love them hoes (BIATCH) +I'm keepin' it gutta' - Boy +Gangstaz in my blood, Ima thug it til my hole is dug - Oh Boy +Boy I'm bustin' it for my - Boy +Who want it wit' the team (Boy) scream - Boy Boy Boy Boy +Who sayin' Weezy Wee, not a muh'fuckin' livin' +Lemme fuckin' live (Boy) I'm just muh'fuckin' pimpin' +The dub still dippin' (Boy) an I'm still smokin' +An as long as they still sniffin', I'm gifted +Aiy Aiy I'm not a lil' - Boy +Look at my fuckin' wheels, Check the size of my shoes +I'm ridin' on my heels boy +This shit is real - Boy +Fee (Boy) ya gatta feel ya - Boy Boy Boy Boy +Where my New Orleans East - Boy +Not the cops - Oh Boy +I mean a nice car - Boy +Thats them drops - Oh Boy +Them rat-a-tang-a-ring (Boy) bang - Boy Boy +Yea, I put it in a bullet go right inside of your hoody +Ya lookin' at the boy, ya hatin' on the boy, ya waitin' on the boy +July 2nd cocksucka, the Eagle block all the money man, SQAD Up-a +I'm the - Boy Boy Boy Boy +Weezy bitch, yuh yuh, weezy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +NFL[Intro: Gudda Gudda] +Yeah, back to the squad days +Sittin' on the corner of Benson (Whoo, whoo) + +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +Yeah, let's take it back to the squad days (Yeah) +Sittin' on the corner of Benson (Benson) +Smoke kickin' herb with my henchman (Henchman) +He tryna play games and we benched him (Blagh, blagh) +Scramble your egg with a biscuit (Blagh, blagh) +Pay me, don't pay me attention (Yeah) +I was 16, did I mention? (Yeah) +Trans Am was yellow like Simpson (Yo) +Make the tires spin like a helicopter (Skrrt) +Sticks sound like it's a helicopter (Blagh, blagh) +Gеt a room at the LaQuinta Inn (Yeah) +Ball hard with no timeout (Ha) +Now I'ma show you what thе grind 'bout (Juh) +Wavy baby, I don't wipe off (Yeah) +All-star, I don't try out (Juh) +Make the play, I don't strike out (Whoo) +Let me tell you something you don't know about (Whoo) +Me and Fee rode to Houston (Fee) +Came back with some jewelry (Juh) +And more green than a grower house (Whoo) +Pull up, meet me at the IHOP (Juh) +Hell, yeah, (Whoo) why not? (Juh) +Work stashed in a tight spot (Juh) +That's how I ball like Cyclops (Whoo, whoo) +[Chorus: Gudda Gudda] +(Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women, that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women, that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +I think I play in the NFL (Yeah) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Take it back, SQ days +Mrs. Sharon house, Lex coupe days +Had red beams for blue rays +Had 'lotta green for a few greys +Big heads before blue heads +Had loose cannons, no loose threads +Always sharp as number-2 lead +Number one when it come to new meds +Tattoo tears, few shed +Had closed ears for the who said +Extra, extra, read all about it +Her legs spread, then the news spread +Got some goons up in Shrewsbury +Turn a grape head to a prune head +A snake head to a wound head +Some snake heads be two-headed +Got two guns for that type of shit +Ballin' like we at the Super Bowl +Scorin' touchdowns and just spike this shit +You know the other team, they don't like this shit +Tell 'em kick it off, nigga, here's the tip +Party 'cause we win it every year +Players can't respect better players +Ballin' like we in the NFL +[Chorus: Gudda Gudda] +(Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +I think I play in the NFL (Yeah) + +[Verse 3: HoodyBaby] +I started off with a old Colt girl +Link up 'cause you so dope +Doughboy 'cause I sold dough +No suit, just a gold robe (Hello) +Nigga, who am I? Am I who? +All I know, nigga, I ain't you +I just do what I came to do +Don't follow me, just follow through +My main bitch tried to tie the knot +My side bitch a ringer too +I can teach you a thing or two +My full circle drug, ring a fool +It go left, left, pass (Ayy) +Automatic cash (Ayy) +Big booty bitch (Ayy) +Girl, I'm on your ass (Ayy) +All my bitches poppin', we pop up and pop a tag (Ayy) +Call me Hoodybaby, I'm the nigga with the bag +You got some junk in your trunk +Bitch, I'm takin' out the trash +Brr, hello? +[Chorus: Gudda Gudda] +(Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (Yeah) +Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (Whoo, whoo, whoo) +I think I play in the NFL +I think I play in the NFL (Baow) +I think I play in the NFL (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Different Girls[Intro] +Nu Jerzy Devil +Hahahah +Amy +Young Mula Baby (hahahha) +So many girls under the time +Weezy you ready? +Let's go + +[Hook: Nu Jersey Devil (x4)]: +I'm a flirt +I'm a pro +I'm a Freak +I got a different girl everyday of the week + +[Verse 1: Nu Jersey Devil] +I get it popping everyday I got a new chick +Booty Suzie going right with the white six +Lil Keshia love role play but I'm a beast +Looking at her body thinking, "boy I'm 'bout to feast" +I love women but shit I love money +Make it rain in the strip club like a dummy +I ain't got no game they know my story +Homie roll with game and he wear a lot of jewelry +You lazy women bore me your baby mama call me +Little pig fucker so they call me John Coffee +See a flock of women i'mma run through 'em softly +Don't know what you doing get your dirty mouth of me +I want a girl with a name like yummy! +Love giving brain till her nose gets runny! +I want a sunday to monday bunny! +Bring your own girl I dont care if she chubby! +[Hook: Nu Jersey Devil (x4)]: +I'm a flirt +I'm a pro +I'm a Freak +I got a different girl everyday of the week + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]: +I'm a blood I'm a roll I'm a G +In a different world outerspace with a freak +But that don't mean neptune on the beat +Cause it's Nu Jersey Devil from Blackwall street +Weezy f baby from young money baby +Like the easter bunny baby wanted my candy +So I gave her my lollipop then she made her body pop +Then that made me kinda hot +I'm lying that made me sauna hot +But please stop sweating me +Women scream "get in me" +And what do I do I get in it +I put on my boot and I step in it +Right left in them Mr. Eterceden head all the time +It may sound crazy but I got head on my mind +Lay it on the line or just lay it on carter +And yeah I hear you screaming but my name ain't harder +Hah! Girl I'm nasty I do my thing and they coming for me like lassie +[Hook: Nu Jersey Devil (x4)]: +I'm a flirt +I'm a pro +I'm a Freak +I got a different girl everyday of the week + +[Verse 3: Nu Jersey Devil]: +I'm a flirt man I really don't care +I tell the women whatever they wanna hear +Mommy I'm balling I'm so sincere +Is that your home girl sitting right there +She can be my monday +You can be my tuesday +After shorty done I can squeeze ya'll in two days +Three is not a crowd I don't care what you say +My women come in twos like shoes with a cute face +My girl gotta girlfriend her girl gotta girlfriend +Bring her to the crib i'mma show you how run it through +Little man in the boat here come the serpeants +Slide your body down the pole and let me see you twerk it +I'm with my thursday junk she a real freek +A hundred grand fitting right up in her butt cheek +Mrs. Friday go weezy cause she's just running +But saturday be having Mr. devil so strugglingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Off the Corner[Verse 1] +The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy +While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances +The dope roped up in the cup of their pants +Fiends flock like spazzes come get this candy +I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's +Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll +If I spot the law's comin', hey, it's time to roll +Candy Carter got a line of parole, out of control +The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang +Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days +One time they say what you mean, I gets the green +Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me? +In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent +Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dope continuos +Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall +Want everybody numb like anbesol +But he heard + +[Chorus] +Uh oh +There go them fuckin' po-po's +And if you know like I know +You better get off the corner +Uh oh +There go them fuckin' po-po's +And if you know like I know +You better get off the corner +Uh oh +There go them fuckin' po-po's +And if you know like I know +You better get off the corner +Uh oh +There go them fuckin' po-po's +And if you know like I know +You better get off the corner +[Verse 2] +I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin +Hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models +And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas +Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas +You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin +With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it +Do not twist it because lil man is trippin +They could have ya body in three different places +Ain't nothin gravy, but save it +Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street +Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree +While I'm shitty from the weed +Like were them bustas be +I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set +Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tec's +Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic +So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fitted +Be on the block until them souljas hit it +That's when he heard.... + +[Chorus] +Blocka +Me come to tear your block up +If you don't want no problems +You better get off the corner +Blocka +Me come to tear your block up +If you don't want no problems +You better get off the corner +Blocka +Me come to tear your block up +If you don't want no problems +You better get off the corner +Blocka +Me come to tear your block up +If you don't want no problems +You better get off the corner +[Verse 3] +All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it +I make a livin in this crooked public distributin +Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin +The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six +See I crack the bricks right down to Z's +Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's +Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin +No droughts I don't sit on nothin +I don't believe I'm frontin +If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin +The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege +And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's +Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets +I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap +I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it +Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it +Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it +Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit +That's when ya heard.... + +[Chorus] +Come here peeps +I'm hearin' that you run these streets +You don't want beef +Then get off the corner +Come here peeps +I'm hearin' that you run these streets +You don't want beef +Then get off the corner +Come here peeps +I'm hearin' that you run these streets +You don't want beef +Then get off the corner +Come here peeps +I'm hearin' that you run these streets +You don't want beef +Then get off the corner +Uh oh +There go them fuckin' po-po's +And if you know like I know +You better get off the corner +Blocka +Me come to tear your block up +If you don't want no problems +You better get off the corner +Come here peeps +I'm hearin' that you run these streets +You don't want beef +Then get off the corner +Come here peeps +I'm hearin' that you run these streets +You don't want beef +Then get off the corner +Uh oh +There go them fuckin' po-po's +And if you know like I know +You better get off the corner +Blocka +Me come to tear your block up +If you don't want no problems +You better get off the corner +Come here peeps +I'm hearin' that you run these streets +You don't want beef +Then get off the corner +Come here peeps +I'm hearin' that you run these streets +You don't want beef +Then get off the corner +[Outro] +Uh oh, you better get off the corner, skirt +Blocka, you better get off the corner +Come here, you better get off the corner +Get off the corner, Get off the corner +What, uh oh, get off the corner +What, uh oh, you better off the corner +What, uh oh, you better off the corner +What, uh oh, you better off the corner +Like dat, Get off the corner3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nymphos[Lil' Wayne:] +Weezy Baby +Now I'm The Type of Nigga That Be Up In Tha Studio Faithfully +She Ain't Trippin She Wait For Me +I Tell Her When I Get A Break I'm A Break Her +Off So Courageously +I Got Dem Bangin Drums +She Got Dem Alicia Keyes +Ooh Girl Let's Make A Beat +Ooh Girl You Make Me Weak Like Every Time The Track Break +Make The Control Room Boom Like An 808 +And If You Walk Your Thong Into This Vocal Booth I Can Guarantee I'm A Make This Song All About You +And You Know I Got Da Drank +You Know I Got Da Stank +It's Amazin How I Think But I Do So +And Every Time I Meet A Girl She Tell Me That She Sang And I Say I Gotta House With A Studio +I'm Jus Tryna Do My Thang Baby Video or Audio +Shawty I'm So Smooth I Go Errywhere That Water Go +Ooh So Bad, So Mean +Make Me Wrap Yo Ass UpLike A Hot 16 +And I Promise You Ain't Wanna Hear Nobody Else Flow +Welcome To My Studio, You Gon Love My Studo + +[2Pac:] +Now I could make miracles with tempos +It's instrumental +Waitin for the nymphos +That's the intro +Shook when ya rushed me +You walked up and touched me +Why? Do you want to f**k me? +Just cause I'm paid in the worst way... True +Lookin kinda good in your birthday suit +I wonder if your wild or ya act shy +Do you like to be on top or the back side? +Watch when you lick your lips, shake your hips +Goddamn, I love that shit +Now let's stop fake gimme real now +I got a room and a hard on, Still down? +Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes +Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes +When we head for my hideout, act right +Boss playa when I ride out, that's right +Oh Shit Baby Is A Dime Piece +More Than Just Fine +She's Personally Blessed From The Gods +If I Seen Her Right Now +She Could Get Me Hard +Didn't Wanna Talk To Me Just To See My Car +Never Had Sex With A Rich Rap Star +Til I Got Her In Theh Back Of My Homeboy's Car +Tell Me Why Do We Live This Way +Money Ova Biches Let Me Hear You Say +What's Yo Phone Number +Are You Alone? +Got A Pocket Full Of Rubbers Let's Bone +Time To Tell Ya Girlfriend To Take You Home +I Had Fun, But Baby Gotta Leave Me Alone +Picture In My Rhyme Take Time To Rewind These Ordinary Words I Say +If You Opening Ya Mouth +Bet In A Minute You'll Find It's Time +Let The Outlaws Play + +[Ludacris:] +Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss +And your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it +Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it +Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna f**kin ruuuuuub it +Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, it's goooooone +Tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and it's gone be onnnnnn +Soul Train, more brain for meeeee +No pain, no gain, it's so plain to seee +They be like "I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out? " +And I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out" +When I get done it's smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac out +Next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse +And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi +We'll slow grind to slow jams while I'm feelin yo booty +We'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochie +You so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Diamonds & Girls[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, C3 baby +Young Weezy and Young Curren$y, you understand me? +This how we doing it + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds +Di-diamonds and girls, and girls +And girls, di-diamonds and— + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Get 'em! Ugh, like five, six chains on +Slick Rick, no patch, just frames on +Marc Jacobs Aviators and a V-neck +Ten bitches, ten pistols on the P-jet +In a drop top Madina with the top up +I'm in that bitch getting neck like a shot put +Hundred thousand for the grill, if I lie, I die +Flow sick, so sick, see the cyanide +And here's my most funniest joke +I'm broke (Hahahaha) +Don't worry 'bout me, the money got me +And I keep the burner on me like an ID +The Lamborghini orange like vitamin C +And leave a bitch stuck like a kite in a tree +Weezy F.B., the money is the matter +I'm working like a bad bladder, M.O.B +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds +Di-diamonds and girls, and girls +And girls, di-diamonds and— + +[Verse 2: Curren$y] +Yeah, hailing from the bottom of the map +But standing at the top of the game +Kush got a nigga looking like I could really use a nap +But I'm still out wildin' with the gang +Got diamonds in my chain, more colors than the Northern Lights +Life is a traffic jam but I'm on a motor bike +Zig-zagging past these bastards, laughing at 'em +I got them suicidal like the doors on the Phantom +Yeah, Hot Spitta nigga, who you thought it was? +Bitches want to hold me in the morning like a coffee mug +I don't try to lock them down cause I am not an officer +I just knock them down in groups of ten +As if I'm in the lane aiming for bowling pins +Then the style switch so quick +Have you thinking that the disc skipped, pimping serious +Make them bring it back like pass interference, yeah + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds +Di-diamonds and girls, and girls +And girls, di-diamonds and— +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds +Di-diamonds and girls, and girls +And girls, di-diamonds and— +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Chea, speed boat, wife-beater +Ballin' like Derek Jeter for every reason +That Testarossa can get ghost like it never seen ya +The same color as sesame-a, diarrhea +The pioneer, I am here, right here +The watch nasty like gonorrhea +Money long like Nia, I appear via satellite +Whomever don't like the premiere, he a hermaphrodite +Vegetables up in my ear, get it clear +Pretty women want this nigga right here like Richard Gere +I switch the gear, and steer and disappear +And if I ever jump off a pier, I would probably fly + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds +Di-diamonds and girls, and girls +And girls, di-diamonds and— +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls +Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and— diamonds +Di-diamonds and girls, and girls +And girls, di-diamonds and—EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lite It Up[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Lite it up +Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3] +Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga + +Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3] +Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga + +Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3] +Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga [x3] + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I can’t fuck with ho niggas +I can’t trust these hoes neither +Wake up early in the morning +Eat that pussy like cold pizza +Hater ass niggas be baller blocking +Acting like some goalkeepers +There’s a reason for everything +But my niggas kill for no reason +Camo shorts with a ho beater +All-black hoodie, I’m Grim Reaper +Look like its time for spring cleaning +Brand new spanking street-sweeper +Been in the game, I’m knee-deep +I like good head, I like good reefer +All my niggas strapped and ready +To set it off, Queen Latifah +Got a chopper with a drum +Split swishers with my thumb +Get money like Donald Trump +Double barrel on that pump +This Kush I got ain’t no chump +Get stupid and get stomped +Two guns I call ‘em Kriss Kross +Kriss Kross will make you jump +Gotta do what a nigga gotta do +Got goons, I ain’t even gotta shoot +Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool +I like my bitches in two’s +Gotta go, I stick it and move +G-code, I stick to the rules +Last night I got so high +I swear to God, I went to the moon +I’m on that shit you can’t get nowhere +You pussy boy, don’t go there +If I don’t do nothing I’mma ball, no hair +Smoking on that “oh yeah” +My niggas tote that hardware +What you ’bout woadie? +My niggas about that warfare +Real nigga since day one +Cause I ain’t promised day two +Throw that pussy at me +Bitch I think I’m Babe Ruth +Drop top Maybach on the way +Yeah that’s that new Landaulet +She let me into her jungle +I’m gonna hit her with that rattlesnake +Guns clap like patty cake +Blood gang, red bandanna face +Make them pussies pop they-self +You can call that “masturbate” +I don’t front no fabricate +I get high, I gravitate +Weezy F Baby bitch, the F is for Fascinate +Louisiana, I’m from that swamp +I’mma pull this bitch out and dump +Better run like Forrest Gump +Fuck you and where you from +3, 2, I am the one, job well done +I ball 24/7, 365, 12 months +Wassup redbone? Wassup caramel? +Come to Wayne’s World, it’s a fairy tale +Yeah I’m high bitch, bitch I para-sail +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Lite it up +Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3] +Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga + +Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3] +Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga + +Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker [x3] +Shots Leave your body looking like you're doin' yoga [x3]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Upgrade YouMake your rules +Yes sir, 3, ha, I love this shit +So let me talk my shit +Okay I'm good + +I know you see the drop 'cause gettin' money is what we on +Ridin' drop top in the winter with the heat on +Bad yella bitch, keep my passenger seat warm +Leg hangin' out the window, you ain't got these on + +Bitch holla it is Lil' Weezy, they cannot see me +They are like Stevie, I am burin' a ton like Levie +I circle ya house like B.B, colder then the Hebbie Gebbies +Never give freebies, seventy five thousand for these fees + +Shit I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans +Big stacks my pockets on Creatine +Young Money, Dipset nigga we a team +If you don't like it nigga fuck you, no Vaseline + +I peel off in the Lamborghini like a tangerine +Got the engine straight shakin' like a tambourine +Like a bitch with some lips like Angeline, not Joli +Holy, got flow, I go where no other guy go + +Fuck you hoe I'm so 504 +I hope every snitch die slow +Hip hop that's my hoe, I know she know +I like it wet don't won't no dry hoe +Alright bitch I am D-Boy, no decoy +And I will straight up destroy any boy or man +And I prefer money then bitches or just reefer +We are Young Money bitch and I am the leader + +We are Currency, Mack Maine and D-Raw +And I just signed a chick named Nikki Menage +And me I'm still spittin' like a retard +And these niggas soft they should be rappin' in leotards + +Nigga we in charge, baby put me in charge +And I'm just murderin' niggas free of charge +You dig, just holla back I see you sarge +I'm so motherfuckin' high I can eat a star + +Yeah let me upgrade ya, you may not be a model +But I can front page ya +You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior +Let me just taste ya, we can fuck later + +Sittin' in the Coupe lookin' like a racer +Top peeled back like the skin of a potato +Seat way back listenin' to Anita Baker +Ridin' by myself, smokin' weed by the acre + +Holly Grove gator, ain't nobody greater +Leave you with some bullet holes, the size of craters +You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest +Battle anybody nigga fuck over ya favorite +It's a new game and I'm the coach like Avery +Leave it to the flow, we gettin' dough like a bakery +I don't really want to but these niggas makin' me +Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves + +That's a hockey team and I ain't on no hockey team +But I'm a champion, where's the fuckin' Rocky theme? +Damn, rest in peace Apollo Creed +I'm a monster everyday is Halloween + +A lot of syrup, a lot of pills and a lot of weed +And I keep my pockets green like a pot of peas +And if you hatin baby you can get a side of these +These nuts in your mouth and can you swallow please? + +Yeah, I'm so hot I freeze +Big balls and they jangle like a lotta keys +Even deaf bitches say hi to me +She tell a blind bitch and she say I gotta seeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Throw it back[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X3 +I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3 +I ain't choosin one so you can never say im choosy +Now go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4 + +[Bridge] +Now get back to the money +Now get back to the money +Now get back to the money +Now get back to the - Wait +Take a pussy break X4 (Yeahh) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm Lil' Tune +And I'm up first +I smell that pussy than I give it tongue work +Yep when she comes first, second, and third +Then my woody wood pecker gets a pecking at her +Like ooo she on a headstand, she on a headstand +You see the crack of her ass cause her pants sag +I think that's really sexy, I like that in ya +Lemme smoke a blunt than I'm right back in ya +Yeah put the knife back in ya +Take it out than I have dinner +Uhmm I'm nasty stop frontin and just back it +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Now go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4 +I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3 + + +[Mack Maine] +Ohhh she had a shotgun booty,and I love it everytime she shoot it +Blah +Bang bang bang +Shes in love with kisses +She got a tongue rang +Now she got a pussy rang, she got a belly rang +I know its a BOOTYCALL everytime my celly rang +Like burpp hello +What you doing cutiee, bring ya ass over here and come and get my booty +Oooo I will be there in a hot minute +Count to 60 play with your pussy and get ya ivy in ya +You going ova there +Shit why not dawgg +Ima put my weiner in her buns since she got me hot dawgg +She said I never gave head before im just a beginner +Well todays its dick for breakfast and dick for dinner +She got titties like Elvira and Dolly Parton +And she lick lick lick my chocolate lollipop +And she backed it up like burp burp +And she threw that ass back like jerk jerk forreal + +Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4 +I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3 + +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Ohhh she had a shotgun booty +And im the target everytime she shoot me +And i'll be the bullseye +Watch how I make the bull cry +Watch how fast the bull die +All because the bull got mad because I fucked his cow +I had a shotgun booty going pow pow +I had the refree hollaing out stop the fight +2 round knockout than I goin fuck rockys wife, haha + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Beat that pussy till it bleed like apollo creed X3 +I'm in the garden with eve +Give her my flower seed +I got a big bag of that fungus in my dungarees +My blunt humongous, if you're among us, you'll get lung disease +Girl I will tongue ya but the tongue right above your knees +Im not a begger but pa pa pa pleasee + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Go n throw it back n bust it open like you posed to X4 +I would fuck with all of ya'll, all of ya'll are beautiful X3 +[Bridge] +Now get back to the money +Now get back to the money +Now get back to the money +Now get back to the - Wait +Take a pussy break X4 (Yeahh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Swizzy[Lil Wayne talking] +This the remix baby, yea! +You already know what it is +Cause if you don't, you just don't know nothing +Shit period... stupid + +[Lil Wayne] +You know me, I just be chillin in the phantom, listenin to opera +Gun is my body guard, call it Kevin Costner +Probably won't stop if, I get to poppin them shots +You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots +Fuck around, see a flock of red dots +Smoke good, eat good, only fuck a bitch +If her dough good, feet good, just bought a fleetwood +And I'mma put some D's on that bitch +Lookin like I got a diamond disease on my wrist +Fresh! bunch of little G's on my kicks +I'ma dog, your all a bunch of fleas on my dick +Young Money Cash Money, and we gon' get the money even if it kills ya'll +And I'mma ride, 'til the muthafuckin wheels off +George Gervin, I'mma get my chill on +I'm cold, yeah I get my Buffalo Bill on +Beatin up ya block, yeah I get my Emmitt Till on +In the New Edition, yeah I get my Johnny Gill on +Keep a shotgun, yeah I get my Jason Will on +Fuck it Swizz, I'm still gon' +Black entertainment, yeah I get my Steven Hill On +Only to talk models, yeah I get my Seal on +Make that chick rock, get my Emil on +Two girls, let 'em get they pill on +Let 'em get they feel on, I get my Tip Drill on +Hey, now why you that ice grill on? +I leave you lookin like you got a barbeque grill on +Yeah, we got money to the ceiling +Real nigga, I get my Keep It Real on +And they be lying on wax, like a earphone +Weezy Baby, the best from here on +Swish, I'm in gear homes +They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam +No homo, let em get they queer on +No commercial, I just take the leer home +My girl she get her pampoir on +She don't touch me, I got cashmere on +I ball, and you just Erik Dampier, dawg +I'm dirty, I get my Bill Lambier on +Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster and we're goneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Girl[DJ Khaled:] +My Nigga Weezy F Baby +That Nigga Soldier +A.K.A. Loyalty +Listen + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Listen to my darling ever so precious +My girl, my baby, Cashmoney Records +And As For The Record. The Relationship through +And we, we lasted longer than them asses expected +And, se we was strong when they neglected you +We held on when the others were seprate.And desprate +Na never did. Cus ya boy got leverage +Though his friends tellin him when he could do better than +But whatever them. Friends come questionin +Me and you stuck by eachother, never letem in +Thats veteran. Thats Evident +We gota lose them old niggas thats evidense +You my new and old testiment +And when them haters start pressin then them bitches start pressurin +Im'a represent. Yeah with every inch +I got to cus im the president +Some other ladies lost their main niggas +So rest in piece B.I.G. from cashmoney and wayne nigga +And I ain't tryin to lose my main girl +I say its Cashmoney mother fuckin records, Waynes world +I had conversations, with other top women +We talked about going steady but I wasent ready +I haven't got in it.I was not wit it +Because the pussy at home was my own +My thrown is ready, the seats warm +As soon as we get out the rain we se a storm +And you went throughout my veins in every arm. So even throughout the pain im very calm +These niggas talkin bout my bitch and how they fucked her +And how they hate her. And how they used to love her +And I almost left, I was weak. And we still move in unis every week +Im sorry +[Lil Wayne: Talking] +Man, you know i'd never leave you. Till I kill myself in 9/4.Just cause my momma said I couldn't be with you +I love you + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +And now im feelin like pac, me and my girlfriend +Death to all you other bitch niggas, hope ya world end +No reunion, No records. Nigga fuck yall I wish I never met ya +And Birdman still my father, Slim still a godfather +And this is Cashmoney carter +We mash for the money nigga ain't nothin change +The only thing changed is the cribs and the banks. (Got Money) +The stakes, and the plates, and the dates +Nigga you dont know what I mean if you ain't got cake nigga +You broke, im straight nigga.Im good like great nigga +Im figure 8 nigga. 8 am im early, you late nigga +Im gone, you gotta wait nigga +Im hot, gimmie my shit. CMB baby I love my bitch + +[Lil Wayne: Talking] +Yeah, that ain't fair, but I dont care +Ima mother fuckin cashmoney millionareEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck A Nigga Thoughts[Lil’ Wayne: Intro] +Ha-ha! +Young….Moula Baby + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ok, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts +He ain't even thank, he ain't even seen me with tha pistol and tha shank +Walked up to him with put tha pistol to his tank, pussy nigga faint +Pick that pussy up naw let him lay +Where im from I see a fuckin dead body every day(x4) +Hammer in them draws hammer in them draws +And yall ain't nothing but nails in a wall +Bolsters, Holsters, empty like a motha fucka +Off my hip clip empty like a motha fucka +Ha-ha ok, simply im a burglar but its fly carter inducted to fly squader +Ok simply im a motha fucka pimpin ain't dead because im pimpin like a motha fucka +Now where ya ho at wipe ya feet on tha door mat ima bring the N-O back like a nigga with no back +Ima go forward +The top gon get lowered +Them hoes gon get cut like a sword I kno it +Ye ain't gotta tell me I already smell it +Ya pussy niggas eatin peanut butter and jealous +You’re Los like Angeles +But you can find me in a white tan Ellis +Juss like Van Halen ima rock out bitch +Ima wear that Glock like a fuckin outfit +I don’t care what you know, you don’t know nothing bout this +And I hope your ass choke when you suck on my dick. Weezy +[Verse 2: Kid-Kid] + +Ok, I’m strapped up +Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets ain't strapped up +And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do +And im like let me at em call me Scrappy Doo +After tha scrap with u I ain't lookin stupid +You beat me to bad bitch im comin back shootin +Fool im a fool, I do what I do +It’s like fixin broke cars with tools ima use +Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mag or tha Roug +Catch it when its juss you, Your like it wasn’t juss you +I guess im juss to real for niggas to adjust to +Fuck me, naw bend ova nigga fuck you +See I know whats what, who is who, and who is you +Move you lose move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose +Ill put you on tha 10 o’clock news +One, two buckle ya shoes +Here come tha Kid Crew +Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your own food +Do use M-0 2s and tell from whole and frooz +Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes +Don’t play with them cuz shoot he’ll shoot +I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes +I’m playin duck duck goose boy im slick like moose +Im tha truth nigga floose im a murderer, Fuck mooke +Put niggas on mute like……… +Then I come back like good crack, I am that, get that, I spit crack, 6 shot by tha 6 pack I spit that where you spit that I send niggas where ya kids at don’t worry where tha Kid at nigga huh +[Verse 3: Lil’ Wayne] + +Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace, black shirt, black tennis, black semi +I never sat in a hemi that would offend me +Try a maybach or a maybach, bitch I got stacks ya +Paychecks on paychecks but I still want pay back +I still don’t play that, I kill on ASAP +We don’t do shit but get money all day +Put some tennis on my bullets now they runnin yall way +YM, Young Moula, Young Money all day +Where tha drugs so sweet like honey on yay +Which one of yall say you want drama im honered +Blitz yo ass like a motha fuckin lineman +Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas +Still where red like an old 49er +Fuck shittin on ya ill dump tha whole toilet on ya +Weezy F Baby bitch im hotter than Uganda1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ay Man[Verse 1: Pharrell] +Lemme 'splain the difference 'tween you and I +Hot in Miami but you know I keep the coolest ride +Stop like yeah ragged rockin' [? ] +Pullin' up on the side is a suicide +Aye, you just a run-of-the-mill nigga +Here's the difference man I run with the mills, niggas can't eat I ain't done with the meal +See dem niggas that's grinnin' man they have fun with da steel +"Pharrell, you a cool nigga. Let me shake your hand. You wear tight pants, you wear black bands, you wear long Vans, crib in the sky and +I heard you got a crib in Virginia, on the sand." +Not you, you ain't a Robb Report nigga +Nigga, yous a perjuror, you lie in court nigga +You prolly snitchhy snitchy and proly bitchy bitchy +I don't wear them big chains no mo' because they itch me +Drop my girl off, pick up the enzo +Ridin' through Hileah, ride through Kendall +Ride through Carol City, ride through Overtown +Where they leave dat ass on the ground +But you say that they know you now +But the difference is when dey see ya, will they hold ya down +See P grew up with a heroine pedal? +They made fun of me cause I was a odd fellow +See I was half skate park I was half ghetto +But you cut me open then u seen my bones made of metal +Here's my DNA yes it was essential +Unlike your aftermarket Roley Presidential +Look at my Audemars, three hundred something +Barack inspired (why?) the black one comin' +[Pre-Hook: Lil Wayne] +Pu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Arm hangin' out da driver side window +Trynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +And they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin? + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'm doin' real well I'm doin' real well +Got the Frank Mull and time will tell +Rock star bitch, like a Nine Inch Nail +Som'n sittin' on 25 inch wheels +We eatin' over here why would I miss meals? +Whisper in her ear give her thigh lip chills +Young moolah yeah I know you like dat baby +And she wanna be in the mix like a white-black baby +Weezy a.k.a. which one of ya'll girls want me +High-definition tv in the front seat +Whatcha wanna do nigga I ain't neva scared +Theodore ass nigga you a teddy bear +I'm so hood and the hood everywhere +Thank god black card good everywhere +You like my shoes huh? well I got every pair +Elevator eyes, but I get every stair +[Pre-Hook] +Pu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Arm hangin' out da driver side window +Trynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o + + +[Hook] +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +And they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin? + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I'm doin' real fine I'm doin' real fine +It took a lil' time it was just a hill climb +And now we at the top so let's pose for the pictures +Cause our money longer than the nose of da bitches? +And, and for my shows do ya know what I'm gettin'? +Like a mansion every night it's fair to say I make a livin' +And hip hop never closed it just wasn't safe to visit +But I reopened it I'm bout to break the ribbon +I see it and I'm in it I do it how you dreamt it +Ice game dumber than O.J. Simpson +I ride next year check the numbers on the temps and +Hotta than a bitch check the numbers on my temp and ya boyfriend a bitch watch I treat him like a wimp and +We are all apes I remember when we were chimps and man, you can bet I'm gon' be limpin +I'm a be limpin yep +When I hop up out that pretty mothafucka like hello +Hop up out that pretty mothafucka like +Like when I hop up out that pretty muthafucka like hello +Hop up out that pretty muthafucka like, um +[Pre-Hook] +Pu-Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Arm hangin' out da driver side window +Trynna get this pretty motherfucka to the crib-o + + +[Hook] +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Pull up in that new thang all mellow +Then hop up out that pretty motherfucka like hello +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +Hello ma, hey how ya doin'? +And they say money talk. Can you say how I'm doin?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Ceilings[Chorus] +Ok, pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +I say pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +You got to pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +And no ceilings +And no ceilings +And no ceilings +Yeah + +Ok +Pockets on he-man +I get it if i demand +Man I do it big, to me you niggas wee man +Bout to go pecans, i beat it like 3 hands +Weezy in the building you other niggas freelance +I dont give a f-zzuck +I done got my shit up +I gotta do a bit, thats push ups, sit ups +Fuck with young money bitch nigga get hit up +Nigga fuck pay even fuck wid us + +Ima eastside nigga yeah eastside nigga +Where the muthaf-cking beef gets deep fried nigga +Nigga couldn't see me with 3 eyes nigga +You's a bitch +No U-N-I-T-Y nigga +On the mic I'm like pac, Im like B-I nigga +Whoever don't agree come and see my nigga +I be waiting in my mansion seaside nigga +Young muthaf-cking M-O-N-E-Y … +[singing] +Hate no, hate no +I dont wanna hate no, hate no +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +I dont wanna hate nobody tonight +I dont wanna hate nobody tonight +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +Everyday pushing me, pushing me + +[Chorus] +[Lil Wayne] +Ok, Cool n Dre +This is no ceilings +I do this all day I got bars, no railings +Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing +Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon +Young Weezy F, the F is not for failing +Swagger just dumb call it Sarah Palin +If you niggas fly then I must be para-sailing +We are not the same, Im a muthaf-cking alien + +[Birdman] +Back on my saddle with the tool and my hand +Uptown real nigga bitch landed in the sand +Back home nigga did it for the land +For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand +High life, give a fuck about your stripes homey +Killer kill, kill a spend your … daily homie +Turn left get your switch turned of nigga +Turn right and get your shit took off nigga +Fuck cos we higher than we ever been +More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds +Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor +High floor situation from the bottom floor +Born in the middle, shining like a diamond +Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll nigga +24's fucking all these hoes nigga +High life getting money then we go nigga +Like father like son boy… + +[Hook] + +[Chorus]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Glaciers[Intro] +Timbaland on the beat, nigga +No ceiling + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, Glaciers +Goodness gracious +Power, patience +Greatness, Glaciers +Goodness gracious (Yeah) +Glaciers, gracious +Greatness, patience +Stages, Phases +Don't face us (Nope) +Just grace us +Blaze us with lasers +Raise us houses like mazes (Wow) +Models, Megans (Yeah) +Madonnas, Rachels, fellatio +Powder, up nasals +New houses, appraisals (Sold) +New neighbors (Hi), New tables +New towels, new label (No) +No new friends, new choppers +You try us, it's fatal (Pow) +You try us, it's fatal (Pow) +New bodies, new halos (Yeah) +New bodies, new halos (Yeah) +New money, new pesos +Nobody, don't play though (No) +Cause they know, yeah they know +We catch a body, lay low (Yeah) +Can't find your body, case cold (Yeah) +[?] +[Verse 2] +Like glaciers, glaciers, glacier, glacier +Nigga, that's cold +Nigga, that's bold +Nigga, that's scary +Like Jason +Goodness gracious +I got way too much drank in me +I got way too much bank on me +Sip too much I might faint, homie +Don't wake me up, just put a blanket on me +Ain't you homie, I ain't your homie +Diamonds blingin' on me like they blinkin' on me (Bling) +All about my Ben Franklins homie +Bitch can't even get a Abe Lincoln from me +I ain't thinkin' normally, nigga +Bring a tank and all of that with you (Come on) +Cause you know I'm from New Orleans, nigga +All I gotta do is just borrow, no limits +Cutting up in a brand new Ferrari my nigga +I'ma get one for all of my niggas +You know I influenced all of these niggas +I just see y'all as my minions +I just see y'all in my menu +I just see y'all as civilians +I don't see y'all as competition +I can see God when I'm squinting +I can't see y'all in my position +I can't see y'all from my condition +I'm wasted +Pill poppin' and pacing (Yeah) +Prescription medications +Like redemption, revelation (Yeah) +She pill poppin' and naked (Ooh) +How can you blame her, she waiting for it to kick in +I kick back when it kick in and let her do what she came for +He don't let her do what she made for and that's messed up +She come by me and get messed up and then fess up +I'm like that sucks and that's cold (Yeah) +[Verse 3] +Like glaciers, glaciers, glaciers (Glaciers) +Like glaciers, glaciers +Say that's cold (Cold) +Damn shame +He hatin', that's tasteless +He fucked up, good vibrations (Yeah) +Glaciers, gracious +Racin' in the latest spaceship +No chasin' , no chases +No break in, we made it safely +I'm facin' cases, make 'em disappear like David Copperfield +I'm tasting victory like flavors +They frame us, O'Lord we public enemy like Flavor +I'm famous, O'Lord I always wanted to be so famous +I came up (Yeah) +Now I kick my feet up and collect my payments (Woo) +I'm way up (Yeah) +I fuck on that bitch and we lay up (Yeah) +I cuddle and shit, I'm a sweetheart (Yeah) +I drink all this sip but I stay up (Yeah) +I pop all theses pills but I stay up (Yeah) +I fuck up and shit but we made up (Yeah) +And it ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga +I do all these tricks, I'm a skater +It's all about money and power, nigga +The pussy and shit gon come later (Yeah) +No time for drama on my conscience +And my shoulders too small to put weight on +And my hoes take too long just to wait on +In the bathroom putting her face on +She say my pole just too long to put bait on (Yeah) +These niggas be getting their [?] on and that's cold (Yeah) +[Outro] +Like glaciers, glaciers, glaciers, glaciers (Glaciers) +And that's cold +Damn shame +That's satin +That's tasty, I'm tasty +She cravin', her favorite tune +No ceiling5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m The Man[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Old money, new work +Lil coke on my gums like my tooth hurt +They from the red clay, I'm from that brown durt +I love my baby mama, and Grandaddy Purp +New shirt, new jeans +New Bent' cost a nigga two Beams +That's two hundred thousand +Nigga you don't know nothin' bout it +Got real niggas ridin', fuck around we bustin' out it +It's Weezy bitch, yeah it's Weezy ho +Ray Charles mama, I don't even see the dough +Show me the money, show me the dough +I'm low, I'm C.E.O +Got stacks on deck, got hard, got wet +A bad bitch with me, I'm hard, she wet +Got raw, got white, got weed, got syrup +Work! + +[Hook: Shawty Lo] +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +I, I, I'm the man +I, I, I'm the man +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +[Verse 2: Shawty Lo] +The cars, the hoes, the life I chose +The ice is froze, my flow is cold +I'm hot for sho', you know it's Low +I been getting money way back in '94 +The base, my trap, and you know it be on fire +D4L ain't gettin' money? That's a motherfuckin' lie +I already got money, can't you look at me dummy? +I'm laced head to toe, look at the way your ho chosed +Bank roll unfold, I made it rain on them hoes +'04 four-door double-o on them hoes +Bubble kush I blow, leave the smell on your clothes +I'm gettin' money in the hood and they already know +Whoa! + +[Hook: Shawty Lo] +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +I, I, I'm the man +I, I, I'm the man +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriendEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Look at Me[Hook] +Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) +I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) +Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) +Y'all dudes money too young +Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) +I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) +Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) +Big thighs with brown-eyes + +[Verse 1] +It's Lil Weezy for real +Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still +I got a good deal +I'm from a trill hood +I smoke real good +Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood +Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights +T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice +What that boy name +Birdman Jr., huh +Four was mild but five is so wild +I can smoke a green mile +Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby +Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 +Rolling on hot 23's +Tote a big Glock 23 +You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans +My block living me +I want you to look hard at some easy money +Stop playing this is Weezy company +Uh-huh +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +I'm the son of Cash Money +The fodd of the squad +And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky +Cuz I'm so fly +When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why +Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick +Looking for my roof where it went +Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed +Windows are the tint more wood than a bench +Working in the hood more green than the Grinch +Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint +Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end +Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim +It's Lil Weezy +Somethin' on my wrist real breezy +And this is what I say when you see me +Look, and leave your broad at home she get took +Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Some call me Weezy +But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne +In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace +Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays +Forget it I'mma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze +So move over what you say shortie +We could do rent pussy +Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas +And beating went to the A +Eat with Jazze Pha +But yeah I'm on my way +Cuz I know he got that hay +Hey little mami +You a ghetto fire tin +You come to my post on the island +Come on that chronic +He-he empty vodka bottles +I be high he be drunk that my roll model +I rolls by you with my seat reclining +When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining +Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding +Cash Money what you hollering, huh +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Room[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Oh, babe, yeah, huh +Oh, baby, yeah, babe +Ooh, mmm, 3 + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She walked in my room, shameless as hell +I'll just sit still and watch you walk around here struttin', babe +Sparks in my room, pain's in the air +Let's pop us a pill, I'll let you know when I feel something, babe + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, tell me not to love these hoes +I'm flexing on my exes, bae +They found out I'm with somebody else +They wanna fist fight, they wanna cat fight +You wanna fuck yourself when I'm on TV +You see tattoos all over my back +Diamonds on the grill, babe +You wanna roll with me, you want some smoke with mе +Wanna get high, open your mind and your nose for mе +I just love it, then I taste it +Make a man say, "Mmm, babe" +Now, turn around, look back at me, can I be your mirror? + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She walked on my moon, she played in my hair +I love the sound of those heels, you walkin' 'round here struttin', babe +The walls just might move, the paintings have fell +Got a shout in my ear, it sounded like sweet nothings, baby +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Baby, you're the perfect shape +'Cause, baby, you're the curvy shape +When you walk, that booty twerk, babe +Go, shawty, it's your birthday +Hold up, tell me you gon' lie to the cops +Tell me you gon slide on the opp, opp, opp +But you love me, and I'm a dirty, yeah +You wanna roll with me and play a role for me +Wanna ménage with some thots you don't know for me +Yeah, I just love to kiss your faces +Make a man say, "Mmm, babe" + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, we going hard in my room, yeah, champagne as well +Yeah, bottles on chill, let's toast 'cause I feel bubbly, babe +Lost in taboo, under her spell +She say, "How does it feel?" I say, "Hold up, I'm still cummin', babe" +(No Ceilings) + +[Verse 3: Lil Twist] +So, tell me how you think I'm sexy, baby +One chick, hella thick like Alexis Texas, baby +Backseat so presidential got us snorting Ronald Reagan +Then, she whispered in my ear and said, "This pussy is for the taking," okay +Twizzy Baby quick to get these bitches naked +Bumbu, a cup of Aces, got these hoes switching places +I promised to keep a secret, she promised to let me taste it +Her booty big and amazing, she love the way I embraced it +Get the game from Tha Carter, Young Carter bring home the bacon +Still pimpin', I was shot by Cupid, I hope he grazed me +My latest bitch thick as a stallion, but big as Megan +My other bitch cute, and she dangerous, think I don't make it, huh +Five star Bay List, all my hoes A-list +Party in the hills, Robin Thicke on the playlist +Twizzy F. in the air for Ferragamo for the fragrance +She told me eat her pussy, I said, "Make me"2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cap & Gown[Intro] +Oh my goodness +Uh + +[Verse] +I turned my mansion to a juug house +I did a TV show with Jesse off of Full House +Oh lord, I turned my mansion to a ho house +I did a show way in Haiti, bought the Zoes out +I rolls out in the car with the head missing, the hoes out +Closed mouth, don't get fed shit in the cold drought +Old south habits, I pour it up, you pour it out +I left the court house with a stroll, bounce and no doubt +I know I'm no slouch if Hov vouch, my doors sprout +I help my bro out and get him out the dope house +I never sold loud since that old couch that fold out +Like the pronounce that I am on a whole ounce +Stank so loud like old trout and toes out +Make these hoes crouch, then roll, bounce, then roll out +And kick rocks, I started with six rocks, oh lord (Woo) +Let it breathe +I started off with six rocks +Made 30 dollars, thank god for hip hop +Didn't stop, I was gettin' guap, gotta diddy bop +And hit the block with my palms itching like chicken pox +Bop jiggy bop, my niggas hot, my bitch a fox +All you niggas mock, you bit my swag like little crocks +Don't give diddly squat 'bout any man or city cops +Pistol in my sock, no lollipops, we lickin' shots +Moms cooked dinner and then the pots went to my pops +He was whippin' rock around the clock, oh, how I watched +Then I got shot and then I dropped, then went in shock +Laid up in that hospital room, soon as the doctor knock +You know I hopped up, bounced back like boom shakala +Got rich at 15 and moved momma out +Got lit at 15, ooh, cotton mouth +Started off with six rocks, it's a mountain now +Ooh, and I ain't climbin' down +I never been a fan of common grounds +I been gettin' green since Bobby Brown +Been meaning to write my wrongs, but I been too busy to jot 'em down +And when you visit, I'm not around +I hope your view isn't from out of bounds +I come to do business, so for your new niggas disguising frowns +When your crew fishing, your body's found +Oh lord, I turned my mansion to the White House +Did a movie with Forest Whittaker, got my lines down +Ooh, but my mansion still a ho house +Did a show at home, bought my bros and no foes out +I rolls out in the coupe with the doors out, the whores out +My flow is like a shoe with the soles out, Dr. Scholl's vouch +I knows how to move with my nose down +Keep my nose out of people business, news and hoes' mouth 'cause these hoes foul +My pops from the goose, I'm from Eagle Street, Hollygrove child +I used to have the Nissan with Bose sound, I drove around +Chrome 44 with the gold snout, take your crown +Extended clip that poke out, reload rounds +Sex with a bitch, deep stroke, ouch, she so aroused +Next to the bitch is a coke pile, your hoes mouth +Mine goes down, swallows child with no chow +That mean no teeth, holy cow, slow it down +Yeah, I guess I'm hoin' now +I never been a fan of knowin' vows +I been gettin' green, I mean more than cows +Been meaning to settle down, but I be jugglin' hoes like a clown +And if she gullible, I like her style +If she bisexual, I dyke her out +And if she flexible, if she flexible, I'll wrap her 'round +Get head and pussy, call it cap and gown +Oh lord +[Outro] +No ceilings +No feelings +You all in your feelings +I'm like fuck your feelings +Mannie Fresh on the beat4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Never Really Mattered (Demo)[Intro: Lil Wayne & Birdman] +80s and 90s money, boy +Money +Just ball, baby, just ball, baby +Ain't nothing to me +Money ain't never been nothing to me +You understand me? +Ain't nothing to me +Ain't nothing to me +Spend as much as you feel baby +I told the bitch it's just money + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & INOJ] +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +I told the bitch it's just money +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm about to start using hundred dollar bills to twist a kill, that's for real +We've been on the road to riches, I told Stunna pass the wheel +Man, I just bought a painting for half a mill, that's a steal +Shit, when I'm an artist myself for crying out loud, that's a tear +In a backyard, where the dog at? Driveway where the hogs at? +Can't beat this shit, nigga, Lord knows I fought back, I fought back +We live nigga, let's broadcast, you caught that +New car get brought back if that motherfucker don't haul ass +I swear I had a Lexus coupe, it was Pepsi blue +It was shockingly gorgeous, it was electro-cute +I need a screw, the loose change extra loose +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, fuck it +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Birdman, Both & INOJ] +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Ain't nothing to me, money don't mean nothing to me +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Ain't nothing to me, money don't mean nothing to me +It ain't nothing to me +I told the bitch it's just money +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +You understand me, love? You can take this jet +I know you ain't been out your neighborhood +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +You understand me? We going to another country with this chopper, this is ballin' +Yeah +You understand me? Blow a quarter mill + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'ma park my Royce on the grass at your bitch house +Talk that shit, I'm shit-mouth +I flip this money, baby +Watch that perfect dismount +I say thank God all my bills paid +Knock on wood, my mama good +Knock twice 'cause she gave me life +Don't forget that, your honor could +Man, niggas be jacking these days +Only thief I know is Robbin Hood +But I'll pay for that trial nigga +Gotta protect my lively-hood +Look at all the bullshit I've endured +My lawyer said I matured +Talking 'bout them dead presidents +Breath smell like embalming fluid +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Vacation, vacation +Keep the weed in rotation +Don't give up the location +I'll send you back to population +Man, I feel like making donations +And I don't need no standing ovations +I bought my bitch some new shit +And told her I don't care if you break it, it's just money + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Birdman, Both & INOJ] +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Money don't matter +Money don't mean nothing to me +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +It ain't nothing to me, money don't mean nothing to me +It ain't nothing to me +I told the bitch it's just money +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +You understand me, baby girl? You don't have no worries no more when you fuckin' with this +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga +Money's never a problem +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne with Birdman] +I got money to burn, fire hazards +Lil Tune the monsoon +Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume +Got rugs I never stepped on +Beds I never effed on +I'm in that upper echelon +Your empty pockets echoing +I still ride for my niggas +Money don't change a gangster +And when I'm asked to pull a few strings +I pull 'em until they untangle +And I like nice things and bad bitches with cab fare +More money, more problems +I'm surprised I still got black hair +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I feel like a vacation, vacation +We gon' need vaccination +Don't give up the destination +I'll send you back to population +Man, let's leave out our situations +Leave our tribulations +I got old money, generations +Where's my cheque book? I'm spending pages, it's just money + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Birdman, Both & INOJ] +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Some niggas might call it trickin', we call it takin' care of your broad +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga, yeah +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +I told the bitch it's just money +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +I swear to God we gon' ride high, and stay fly, and stay high +Yeah, yeah, yeah, money don't mean nothing to me +You understand me, baby? +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Ain't nothing, money don't mean nothing to me (Money, money) +It ain't nothing to me +Just ball, baby, just ball, baby + +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Birdman] +It don't mean nothing +I already paid that price +Money don't mean nothing +We do this shit every night +Yoppas in the middle of the ocean +Helipads, chefs +You understand me? +Baby, we ain't even gotta go to the mall +The mall will come to us +Just the prize of the life4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shorty BounceUh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, holla at me + +(mannie fresh in background) + +[Verse One] +Say boooyyyyy +You ain't want to get hit with the AR, AR, 15, 15, flip cars +So just imagine what it do to pussy niggas thats goin against me +I go hhhaaard, I'm so hard +That I'm bruising up my knuckles I'm watching my fist bleed, fist bleed +So whhhaaat +I'm bustin this bustin, this fuckin up everyone that it sees, (hey) +Move to the left, cause you might catch a hot one +Tear a whole square out ya chest with the shotgun +Make a whole pair out one nigga with the shotgun +We can go there, my nigga, I'm so there +Rockinby myself with the chopper on the backseat +Shoot at the driver side knock his body to the backseat +Stop, pause, make them Dominique Dawes +Flippin bitch niggas when the shotty's go off. (hey) + +[Hook] +Lose the handguns, we don't cock back nigga +We hold shotguns, we pop that nigga +And when you shoot it, don't it +It make ya body bounce +You do the shorty bounce +And when it hit you don't it +It make ya body bounce +You do the shorty bounce, bounce + +Shorty Bounce +Now bounce shorty bounce +Now bounce shorty bounce +It make ya body bounce + +[Verse Two] +Now, ay fella +You ain't wanna get hit with the AK, AK, 47, 47, heavy metal +Guns and roses +Roses and dresses +Funeral settins +Blessins +Ay man +You see 'em on them weights +I'm tryna shoot straight, straight shot +Don't lose faith +Homie you safe +Hit ya in ya grill, now they call you two face +This ain't a dance, this a motherfuckin' pressure point +Eartquake, break a nigga down to a decimal +Break a nigga break a nigga down to a vegetable +Lay ya grandmother next to you +This the the untestable, the untouchable +The young stunna do, whatever stunna do +Stop, pause nigga, make them Dominique Dawes +Flippin bitch niggas when the shotty's go off (hey) +[Hook] + +[Verse Three] +Ay chump +You ain't wanna get hit with this straight pump +Just a pump, with the pump, with the pump +Not the pump, the pump +You know if I get em, he gotta bend, he gotta lean he gotta slump +I shot 'em once, with the buckshots +Make it look like a sun shots +A nice body all dumb hot +He turned cold dead +Anybody in this city cops and feds +Look me in my eyes nah look me in my barrel +Leave a Darryl Strawberry cherry on ya apple +I'm a very scary, new orleans mammal +Shorty on my back got me workin like a camel put a hump in ya back and lift you up +I'm weezy f baby +Guess whats up +Stop pause, make them Dominique Dawes +Flippin bitch niggas when them shotty's go off (hey) + +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Got Money (Remix)[Intro: Lil Wayne & T-Pain] +Pl-Pl-Play-N—Play-N—Play-N-Skillz! +Yeah, yeah! +I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (Woo! Uh-huh!) +Right now to the VIP section (Woo, yeah!) +You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (Yeah!) +Yeah +Haha, yeah (Uh-huh!) +Young (ay-hey) +Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby! + +[Chorus: T-Pain] +If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) +Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way +If you getting mugged from everybody you see +Then hang over the wall of the VIP like +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, uh-huh, alright, alright +Now I was bouncing through the club +She love the way I Diddy-bop +I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop +Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked +Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked +Now where your bar at? I'm tryin' to rent it out +And we so 'bout it 'bout it, now what are you about? +DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop +"Young Money, Lil Wayne" then the music drop +I make it snow, I make it flurry +I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry +Yeah, young Wayne on them hoes +A.K.A Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes +Young Money +[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne, Both] +If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) +Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (yeah) +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way +If you getting mugged from everybody you see (yeah) +Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (come on) +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (come on) +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +(Streets!) It go one for the money, two for the show +Now clap your hands if you got a bankroll (Chris) +Like some clap on lights in this bitch +I'mma be clappin' all night in this bitch +Lights off, mask on +Creep silent, she smiling +He muggin', who cares +'Cause my goons are right here +Like it's nothing to a big dog +And I'm a Great Dane, I wear eight chains +I'm in so much ice, they yell "Skate, Wayne!" +She wanna fuck Weezy, but she wanna rape Wayne +(And I'mma let her) + +[Chorus: T-Pain Lil Wayne, Both] +If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) +Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (uh-huh) +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!, uh-huh) that-a-way (uh-huh) +(Fly!) This-a-way (fly!, uh-huh) that-a-way (yeah) +If you getting mugged from everybody you see (yeah, uh) +Then hang over the wall of the VIP like +[Verse 3: Mack Maine & Lil Wayne] +Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes +But now I'm bout to do the Mack Maine on the hoes, like +WHOOSH! Like there go 1,000 +Like WHOOSH! Bitch there go 2,000 +I do that dance 'bout ten times, that's 20,000 +Big Daddy Maine I give my girls allowance +And I allow them to go browsing +The only thing they say when they come back to my house is +WHOOSH! Daddy there go 1,000 +Like WHOOSH! (Uh-huh) +(I'M MACK MAINE~!) Mack Maine on them hoes +E.A. Sports, I got game on them hoes ++500 Degrees+, Lil' Wayne on them hoes +I MAKE A +STRIPPER FALL IN LOVE+, T-PAIN ON THEM HOES + +[Hook] + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, it's Young Wayne on them hoes +AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes +Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes +Make a +Stripper Fall In Love+ T-Pain on them hoes +A-huh!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +DedicatedShout out the blue flag +Shout out the red flag +Shout out the black flag +Fuck the white flag +I ain't talkin bout no gang bangin I just meant that surrender flag cause I don't know if niggas really reppin' white flags and shit. So I mean the surrender flag so I don't get in no trouble. No nigga be shootin at me I don't know what the hell happened. Nigga, a group of white flag niggas come in, "Nigga we the white flag niggas." Like I'm sorry my nigga, damn + +Shout out Drama, thanks again for lettin me do this shit. Dedication 3, can't wait till Dedication 4. And uh, this one right here man this one was for my fans this was for young money this was for ya'll of course. But this was for young money for ya'll to understand what I'm tryna do and ya'll to get a lil wiff of what I've got cookin over here and see what niggas is tryna do. Plus I wanna make it clear that every artist you hear on Young Money is most likely to be doing their own thing somewhere else so what I would love for you to do is to get, don't just listen to them over here actually get into them and see what they're doing everywhere, cause if they're good over here most likely they're great there. I mean so, pay attention to 'em, they're makin moves. They're makin moves. And if you wanna be down with us, it's easy. It's easy. Give a nigga some head or somethin. Haha. No homo, not to the niggas though I ain't lookin for no more rappers. I don't even wanna try, I'm straight. I'm lookin for straight, beautiful women. Naw I'm lyinEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Green and Yellow (Green Bay Packers Theme Song)[Intro] +Once a Packer, always a Packer +Like Shakur, call me two-pack +I'm green and yellow + +[Verse 1] +Green Bay, Green Bay, huh? It gets scary, Halloween days +Scream face, huh? Bloody Mary, secondary +Jordan meme face, huh? +A-Rod got him offside, free play, huh? +That's a cheesecake, huh? On a hot plate, huh? +Hail Mary, yeah, Aaron to Davante +Green boogers, yellow as canaries +Eliantte, huh? Got me shinin' great, huh? +I just hit you boys with the Rodgers rate +Came up with the pack, I done well with the Pack' +Aaron Rodgers in the trap, I got 12 on my back +Got me rollin' out the pocket, Bakhtiari blockin' +Throw a pass to Tonyan, simple Madden science +Uh, pack him up, I know Prеston Smith gon' tackle him +I know Za'Darius Smith gon' back him up +And you know Darnell a savage, bro +Got Mason Crosby, thе kick is good +Green and yellow, we stickin' to it +Super Bowl goals, shootin' for the stars +Baby, trigger pull (Bow) +[Chorus] +Okay, uh-huh, you know what it means +Cheesehead, Alicia Keys, I'm goin' Swiss cheese +Big G's, ballin' hard like Big Meech +Big league, Super Bowl champs, big rings +Big bling, Lombardi trophy, yeah, Vince team +Shinin' like a Bart Starr, number fifteen +In green, boy I'm fresher than some mint green +Listerine, 'bout to mess around, make history + +[Verse 2] +Triple read, Green Bay chains, whistle clean +This a scene, like Paul Hornung, I got five on it +Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh +I'm Green Bay, every day if you ain't know, then find out +Green and yellow, that forever, we on go nonstop +Freezin' weather, get the shovel, play in the snow, hot spot +Lambeau field for sure, Hall of Fame, number four +Legendary, just like Aaron, MVP, run up the score +Give the ball to Aaron Jones, let him run it down their throat +Touchdown, glasses on, Lambeau Leap in the front row +I'm screamin', "9-2" and that's for life +That's for Reverend Reggie White, rest in paradise +Coach Carter, boy, I'm feelin' like Matt tonight +I feel like number fifty-five, you gettin' sacked tonight +Yeah, boy, we 'bout to be in Tampa, hype +And whoever play the Packers, hope you packin' light +You flyin' back tonight, back to life +[Bridge] +Yeah, uh-huh, all my Packers ready +Green and yellow, green and yellow +Green and yellow, green and yellow +Yeah, uh-huh, call me Pack-aveli +Green and yellow, green and yellow +Green and yellow, green and yellow +Yeah, uh-huh, we'll color that confetti +Green and yellow, green and yellow +Green and yellow, green and yellow +Yeah, we goin' all the way to Tampa, yellin' +Green and yellow, green and yellow +Green and yellow, green and yellow +Yeah, uh-huh, all my Packers ready +Ooh, you try to count us out, check your mathematics +Yeah, uh-huh, we'll color that confetti +Green and yellow, green and yellow +Call me Pack-aveli (Facts) + +[Chorus] +Uh-huh, you know what it means +I'm a cheesehead, Alicia Keys, I'm goin' Swiss cheese +Big G's, ballin' hard like Big Meech +Big league, Super Bowl champs, big rings +Big bling, Lombardi trophy, yeah, Vince team +Shinin' like a Bart Starr, number fifteen +In green, boy, I'm fresher than some mint green +Listerine, 'bout to mess around, make history +[Outro] +Pack-aveli +Once a Packer, always a Packer +Like Shakur, call me two-pack +I'm green and yellow, I'm green and yellow +I'm green and yellow, I'm green and yellow +I'm green and yellow4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +100 Winters[Verse 1] +SB dunks, five seven five jeans +5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain +I be wilin' man, I'm a island man +There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha, ha) +I tell them float on and go on to the ozone I'm so gone +My blunt like a pole long I pro long and hold on +To it like a trombone I'm so blown and um +I got that cock back I don't need that thumb bone +So come on, you get the one with the drum on it +That's the one that goes dit Di-di-di-di-di-di-dit +I'm so terrific when I spit, put my foot up in yo ass +Now I'm kickin' in yo shit now I'm pitchin' at yo bitch +And she catch it with her lip, nah, she catch it with her mouth +And since I'm the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse +I tell her, whoa, easy, baby +I'm king cake so she eat the baby +Wait, shit gets way more crazier +We flip the bitch like she was in the gymnasium +I ain't fuckin' with the bitches with the stadium +That's no dome, bitch, go home + +[Verse 2] +Bitch I spit the hundred winters on my snow cone +Lil' nigga walkin' like he get his bowl on +Boss man, pimp stro, pimp stro +I can let my money go when the wind blow +Then it come right back like a rental +And make them bitches understand me like 10 fo +Niggas is simple, like instrumentals +I bet you bitches understand me like info +Get ya top chopped and get trimmed low +Somethin' like my Benzo, Ridin' with my friend's hoes +No, I mean my ho's friends, fuckin' all my ho's friends +Takin' all my ho's ends that will make that globe spin +I tell these young niggas, pimp or die +Won't get that Benz if they don't split them Eyes dip 'em thighs, thin 'em ties +And if you reach at I +I don't preach, I screech and give you beef with them fries Yeah +Come to the beach and find +I live where all the little seagulls fly +See, baby, I'm so high +All I need you to do is just shut up and ride +[Verse 3] +Me an' Mac is just two niggas from the same hood +Fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool +I'm just the young lion and he the young bull +Not Sammy the Bull, that pistol on my hip, now I gotta hand in the pool +I had a Lammy in school +I think it was diablo red +I'm t-i-red, I'm T.I red +You D.I-ed because of what you said +Chyee, I'm sharp as an image +And I keep it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish +Two twins drink me up like Guinness +When I'm finished, I say, "Billion" +When I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you killed it" +Hop on your shit and say, "Weezy, you healed it" +So fly I got wings tattooed on me +A gun glued on me, but I pop ya in ya stomach +Now I got yesterday's food on me +Now that was real rude, homie +And I smell like a weed plant +Young Money mothafucka, where that cheese at?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dinnertime[Intro: Waiter talking] +Here you are, sir, just how you like +Careful, it's hot +Enjoy... + +[Verse 1] +Okay, come be my appetizer +My fruit, my apple cider, my colada +My papaya, how you want it? +I told the waiter what I wanted +I told him don't bring me a plate +If it don't have a rapper on it +Chef Angel on the beat +And me I'm just snackin' on it +Yeah, I'm eatin' with my hands +I'm gonna need a napkin, homie +You lookin' like a glazed pig +With an apple on it +I'mma need a Snapple, homie +And another after, homie +Snap crackle, homie +There goes another rapper +Just consider that bologna +You are just a macaroni +In my tuna casserole +I'm gettin' fat and you bony +You lookin' like Nicole +Richie call me Biggie +I got faith and soul +Bowl of french of fries +Tell 'em bitches bonjour +Boy, I eat your food +Hot and cold +And I'm no where near full +[Interlude: Waiter talking] +Hope you enjoyed your appetizer +Here's your main course... + +[Verse 2] +Good 'cause I'm bout hungrier than a mothafucka +Finger lickin' good never been a thumb sucker +I eat your ass good, never leave a crumb sucka +Never been a club hopper I'm a club jumper +That mean I get the club jumpin', I'm grubbin +Rappers say, "Hello Wayne", I reply, "What up supper?" +I could fry your ass up a saute +Marinade ya all day +I like my shit saute +'Cause all the rappers salty +'Cause all the rappers fault me +For bein' the best of all thee +Rappers call on me +'Cause I'm the best rapper rappin' +Rappers you can call me +The best rapper rappin' +I'm a dog I'm a beast +I'm a feast +Carter get it in order +Order me I oughta be an artery +'Cause I'm a bloody buzzin' B +I'm a beast I at least +Should get a piece of that pie +Before I die +Because I if no one else deserve +Now where is my dessert? +[Interlude: Waiter talking] +And now for dessert... + +[Verse 3] +Yes, this is dessert +For his and hers +I'll take his her +Kiss her +Make her pussy purr +Wet zipper +Never tip her +Never fall in love with a stripper +Like strawberries, I dip her +In whip cream, I whip her +I let her melt, then sip her +Like sizzurp, I'm tryna quit the sizzurp +'Cause moms say quit the sizzurp +But my auntie mom trippin', she a tripper +And I can eat you quicker +But I'm gonna take my time with it +Like a 3 legged cake I gotta climb in it +But ain't shit sweet when I'm in it +When I'm in it, I told her you gonna miss me +If I hit it +I'm done with it +And can't nobody else do what I done with it +Not what I done did it +My tongue drippin' +Feed me rappers or feed me beats +[Digests] + +[Outro] +Young Mula Baby, hehe2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Joog[Intro] +We got London on the track + +[Chorus] +From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks +From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash +From in her purse to in her house, yeah + +[Verse 1] +AK with the telescope, filet with a cherry coke +Enjoying the fruits of my labor, I pop that cherry hoe +Kush loud as a stereo, I got all these medicals +Powder bags of heavy snow, Eskimo, I'm askin' more +All that gas like Texico, all that ass you sexy ho +To my white girl, to my weed, that Mary Jane, that Mary Joe +Private planes and heavy doors, meeting bitches in metaphors +Like these singers poor like Singapore +From heaven's gates to the devil's doors +I'm joog, I'm hustling baby +All my money, I custom-made it +Numbers don't lie but people do +That's why they turn their back on you like 180 +Degrees, please, I run with Gs +They got my back, I front me some keys +I smell a rat, they stunk up the streets +Now my peeps 'bout to come with them pumps, like Febreze +[Pre-Chorus] +Joog in a hundred degrees +Joog in the cold winter breeze +This yayo almost to my knees +I play in the snow til I freeze +She play with the snow til she sneeze +She way up, she in the nosebleeds +We break in your door for them keys +And you lay on your floor til we leave +Here to joog + +[Chorus] +From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks +From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash +From in her purse to in her house, yeah +I hit a joog and then I bounce +Joog + +[Verse 2] +I joog out the back of the Hummer +I joog out the back of the complex +I work that wrist like a Timex, I do it big, nigga, 5X +I did not give out no freebie, I don't play Let's Make a Deal +I'm taxing if you fake, nigga, I'm taxing if you trill +Work, work, I got that work, perc serving, I got them percs +All of these medicine bottles, balling like Cedric Ceballos +And nina just swallowed some hollows +Oh shit, that bitch 'bout to burp +And you know that it's fuck the world +So I put your dick in the dirt +Ball on a fuck nigga, spending paper +All these fuck nigga instigators +Fuck nigga head in a refrigerator +Chef 'bout to bring it to the dinner tables +My bitch do lines like printing paper +Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch +Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch +Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch +Just made another bitch love the dick +Just made another bitch cum cum +Who the motherfucker? I'm the motherfucker (Me) +Here come the undercovers, better run for cover +And when we under pressure we get overheated +And we overheated we turn on the army +And bring a hurricane to a thunderstorm +And leave your block looking like a slumber party +Too much stashed in my undergarments +Too much cash, that's an understatement +Too many hoes I could understand +But I'm losing all my wars to the undertaker +And I'm 'bout to make these hoes shake their money maker +And I fuck a bitch til she making funny faces +Jooging like that motherfucker Freddy Krueger +I'm jooging like that crazy motherfucker Jason +I'm jooging, these other niggas jig +You see not me, I joog, drive horses in that hood +Come through that bitch like vroom, vroom +Come through that bitch like ugh +Lil boy your bitch so ugh, my spoiled bitch so good +I'm oil rich, I'm good +Joog, joog, joog, I joog, joog, joog +Wish a nigga would, good, good +I leave his block like uhh uhh uhh +No Ceilings +[Chorus] +From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks +From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash +From in her purse to in her house, yeah +I hit a joog and then I bounce + +[Bridge] +I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, good +I'm good like I never been better +I'm good, I feel like more right than Betty +I joog, joog, joog, jooging +Joog like my shotty on [?] +I joog like my shotty on [?] + +[Outro] +AK with the telescope, filet with lil cherry Coke +AK with the telescope, filet with lil cherry Coke +Enjoying the fruits of my labor, I pop that cherry hoe +Kush loud as a stereo, I got all these medicals +Powder bags of heavy snow, Eskimo, I'm askin' more +All that gas like Texaco, all that ass you sexy ho +To my white girl, to my weed, that Mary Jane, that Mary Joe +Ballin' on a fuck nigga, spending paper +All these fuck nigga instigators +Fuck nigga head in a refrigerator +Chef 'bout to bring it to the dinner tables +My bitch do lines like printing paper +Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch +Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch +Had to hide the cocaine from the bitch2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Zero[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +Unh, we don't even talk no more +We ran outta' words to say, yeah +We don't even joke no more +We ran outta' games to play, um + +[Chorus: Lil' Wayne] +Now I know that you ain't used to +Hearin' me at a tempo as slow as this +But I just had to slow it down +So you can hear me when I say +I need you, I need you +I'm nothing without you a zero without you, baby +I need you, I need you +I'm nothing without you, that's why I'm glad I got you, baby + +[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] +We don't even laugh no more +What was funny yesterday isn't funny today, Lord +We don't make love no more +And when we do it's not the same man, Umm + +[Chorus: Lil' Wayne] +And I know that you ain't used to +Hearin' me at a tempo as slow as this +But I just had to slow it down +So you can hear me when I say +I need you +I'm nothing without you a zero without you, Baby +I need you +I'm nothing without you, So glad I got you, Baby +[Outro: Lil' Wayne] +Yeah, I know it is... +I must be doing something right, I must be doing some... +I must be doing something right +And I'mma keep doing it right +I said I'mma keep doing it right, Uh, Oh +Yeah, Velvet1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Price Is Wrong[Produced by Infamous] + +[Intro/Hook: Lil Wayne] +She stole my heart, she ran away +Now I'm heartless, so fuck her anyway +We got along, she got away +The price is wrong, but she gotta pay + +[Lil Wayne] +We used to be the coolest couple back in high school +High school, my school, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah +Now she going out with some nigga name Michael +Okay rifle, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah +We used to be the nastiest couple on the school yard +Back yard, your yard, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah +But now you just a nasty motherfucker baby who are +You are, you are, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah + +[Bridge] +And everybody know that the tables turned (YEAH) +And what you gonna do when the tables burned (YEAH) +And now you all up in my face +Pleadin your case, and I'm like +Okay, okay, okay okay okay +Okay, okay, okay okay okay okay +Okay, okay, okay okay okay okay +Okay okay okay okay okay okay ok-kay-kay-kay-kay-KAY!! +[Hook] + +[Lil Wayne] +She used to be the cutest ever up in my class +This class, that class, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah +But now she kissin any motherfucker with a hall pass +So she skippin y'all class, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yah +I used to be the baddest motherfucker in the lunchroom +Classroom, her room, yeah yeah yeah yeah yah yahhhhh +But now I graduated from youuuuuuuu +Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YAH YAH!! + +[Bridge] + +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +But she gotta pay... +So fuck her anyway... + +[Hook] - repeat 2.5X w/ minor variations + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Fuck her anyway +I fuck her anyway +Fuck her anyway {*9X*} +But she gotta pay!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SB Dunks[Verse 1] +Look here +SB donks, five-seven-five jeans +Five thousand dollars on my fuckin wallet chain +I be wildin maine, I'mma island man +There ain't nothin' else by me mane +I tell em float on and go on to the ozone +Im so gone, my blunt like a pole long +I prolong, and hold on +To it like a trombone, I'm so blown +And um, I got that cock back, I don't need that thumb bone +So come on, you get the one with the drum on, it +That's that one that goes dit, dit dit dit dit dit dit dit +I'm so terrific when I spit, put my foot up in your ass +Now I'm kickin in your shit +Now I'm pitchin at your bitch +And she catch it with her lip, naw she catch it wit her mouth +And since im the president, she tried to catch it on her blouse +I tell her whoa, easy baby +I'm king cake, so she eat the baby +Wait, shit gets way more crazier +We flipped the bitch like she was in the gymnasium +I ain't fuckin with them bitches with that stadium +Thats no dome, bitch go home... b bi bitch, bitch go home + +[Verse 2] +Bitch I spent a hundred winters on my snow cone +Lil nigga walking like he get his bowl on +Boss man, pimp stroll, pimp stroll +I can let my money go when the wind blow +Bet it come right back like a rental +And bet them bitches understand me like 10-4 +Niggas is simple, like instrumentals +I bet you bitches understand me like info +Get your top chopped, and get trimmed low +Sumn like my Benzo +Riding with my friends hoes +No I mean my hoes friends +Fucking all my hoes friends +Takin all my hoes ends, that what make the globe spin +I tell these young niggas; pimp or die +Dont get that Benz, if they dont split them i's +Dig them thighs, thin them ties +And if you reach at I +I don't preach I speech and give you beef wit them fries +Come to the beach and find +I live where all the little seagulls fly +See, baby I'm so high +All I need you to do is just shut up and ride +Bitch bitch shut up and ride +[Verse 3] +Look, and me and Mac was just two niggas from the same hood +Fell from the same tree, cut from the same wool +I'm just the lion and he the young bull +Not Sammy the bull +That pistol on my hip then I got a hammy to pull +I had a Lammy in school, I think it was diablo red +I'm T.I. red, I'm t.i.red, you d.i.ed because of what you said +Chea, I'm as sharp as an image +And I keep it bumpin like a motherfuckin blemish +Two twins drink me up like Guinness +When I'm finished I say "Brilliant!" +When I'm finished they say "Weezy you killed it" +I hop on your shit and they say "Weezy you healed it" +So fly, got wings tattooed on me, the gun glued on me +But I pop you in your stomach, now I got ya yesterdays food on me +Now that was real rude, homie +And I smell like a weed plant +Young Money motherfucker, where cheese at1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Suffix[Intro] +Yeah +Suffix, people +Chyeah +You know +You, you, you already +Yeah +C'mon + +[Verse] +Kicking rocks on the block, telling all the OGs: +"I be coming for your spot when you're not looking" +Hot cooking, mama got it on the kitchen table +I thank God we were always able to +Get the leather couch, big screen, cable, too +Nintendo when them good grades came through +Then the cooked Ks came through +Some soft, some stepped-on, but we kept on +And I slept with the work plenty nights +Thought I heard niggas coming, thought I saw the cop lights, but +I was dreaming, then I woke +The junkies was still fiending, and I had coke so +I had hope; you may say that its wrong +But I ain't talking to your child, I'm talking to this song +I'm just doing a buck down memory lane +If I crash, just pick up my brain +And yes, my niggas the same, but they quicker to bang +And if they do, then I'm the nigga you blame +So I shoot first anyway, and I would do the honors any day +And tell your honor he a bitch to his face +And whip through the stage like I whip through the yay +Show your ass how to take four and get eight +And it don't take four niggas to get straight +The only Hot Boy eating off this plate: Young +Weezy Baby, that's what your bitch say +Give her ass a location and a temp plate +Show her how to work the interstate +Stop working with that thinner weight, get your brakes fixed +Stop playing, 'cause all we know is gunplay +Trip while you full and my clip gon' be empty +When the stomachs get empty, anything's tempting +Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kids' sake +Hurricane wiped us out like a earthquake +We tryna save face, but we ain't got a place +To stay, so they made us evacuate +We on our way, pussies, relocate +Y'all know us, when you see us, put your jewels up +Put your cars, put your clothes, put your shoes up +It's that serious, homie, pick the news up +It wasn't good, nigga, think about the hood, nigga +The people who ain't never had shit, ain't gon' never have shit +Bullshit, 'cause they still gon' try to manage +Niggas doing anything, like, God gon' understand 'em +But please understand this: niggas with money lost mansions +Niggas with nothing lost families, lives lost in traffic +Water up to the attic, there goes the stashes +But a nigga got passion +Even though the bounce-back seeming like magic +Shit... Well, call me Siegfried +Watch how I turn one key to a hundred Gs +Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze: +Summer, please, know I live for you +Throw on the wife-beater, let back the lid for you +A few years I probably hear from you, but now I'm here for you +I know niggas that shed a tear for you +Behind bars, tryna get to you, and probably never see you +This that real talk if you ever heard it, homie +Shit hurts so much, might have to hurt you, homie +No commercial, no fronting, no curve on it +No cut; tell life, "So what?" +The drought's here; not only white's slowed up +The weed's slowed up, we can't even roll up +Fuck it, put a dent in the money too +But that's the last thing 'cause hustle is what we do +Hustle with what? How we getting on? +Where he sitting at? What he sitting on? +Stand up if you know it's true +The end of the world coming, and my city the proof, damn +Shit... And this is after disaster +This ain't rap, this a recap +Stepping off the G4, still strapped +Bust your head in the air, that's a sky-cap +Have my car pick me up where I arrive at +Drop the work off, 'cause it don't go where I reside at +Garbage bags filled up with dollars +Dead presidents, gotta dump the bodies +Birdman, as long as we gon' eat +Then everybody eat off me +Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reaching +And I'ma get there through these bars, believe me +I'm down for the cause, even +When everything pause, I'm proceeding +I'm a leader, meet the son of Jacida +Fuck the world, not the people, damn!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fortune Teller Interlude[Talking: Lil Wayne] + +Is Mack Maine a fortune teller? +Because he predicted Miley would +Be ready for the world years ago +What Miley they talkin' 'bout? (Laughs) +I saw some shit recently with her +She wild man (Giggles) +She must be on that other one +Pop it off +Pop it off +Pop it off +(Ahh) Pop it off +(Ahh) Pop it off +A molly +A molly +A molly +Molly +Molly + +(Ahh) Pop it off, yeah +Y'heard me! + +Eureeekaaaa +What up 5? + +(Laughing) Aye! + +The problem is I believe in you too much (Miley/Molly) + +You don't know which one I'm talking 'bout though + +So, Is Mack Maine a fortune teller? + +I don't know, If he is I'm gon' get some cookies1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Homies Still (Remix)[Intro: Jae Millz] +Don't make my slimes go stupid, go stupid +Hahaha +Millzy! + +[Verse 1: Jae Millz] +That A-K like Aretha, it's gon' sing, and you gon' respect me +You niggas just good at playin gangster roles—Joe Pesh-ky +That's your girl, but it's my world, so she ride me like a cruise ship +My flight land, I check in my suite, she bust it open like a new gift +We ain't from no water fighting, but you will get Super soaked +My goons will catch you in that Ghost and turn your ass into a ghost +My flow super stupid, Forrest Gump, that's retarded-dumb +Kush cloud my lungs and my clique bang +Keep the change, Rich Gang—Millzy! + +[Hook: Gudda Gudda] +Pump that bass, pump that bass +Yeah, my homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass) +My homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass) +Yeah, my homies still (Pump that bass, pump that bass) +(Pump that bass) +Go stupid, go stupid +We go stupid, yeah, don’t make 'em— +Go stupid, go stupid +Gudda! +Gudda! +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +Yeah, okay, my bass pump and my face pump +One bump leave your face numb +Let my white girl hit, watch that bitch go straight dumb +All my yola A1, been that way since day one (L'ego) +Plus I speak that cocaine, watch me bake this cake up +Wake up—y'all sleeping on me (Gudda) +Bass all in my speakers, homie (Yeah) +And I ain't talking 808s +Chasing Franklins like I'm Aretha, homie (Woo) +Tony Hawk, I grind (Grind), holla at my slime (Tunechi) +And we don't drop no dimes and you still fuck one time +'Cause we + +[Hook: Gudda Gudda & Young Jeezy] +Pump that bass, pump that bass +Ha! Yeah, my homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass) +Yeah, that's right, my homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass) +Yeah, my homies still— (Pump that bass, pump that bass) +Gudda! (Pump that bass) +Let's get it! Go stupid, go stupid +Let's get it, let's get it +Go stupid, go stupid, (I'm 'bout to get stupid on this motherfucker) +Ayy, go (Tunechi, I got you, nigga! S'go!) + +[Verse 3: Young Jeezy] +Yeah, you know it takes two, yeah, nigga, Rob Base +Best you watch when you're cooking your blow, Scarface (Damn!) +G—Got a big gold chain around my neck, neck brace +You should go there, nigga, on them old cold cases, yeah! +All I serve is raw, straight sushi, yeah, Nobu +Hell nah, nigga, can't serve you, I don't know you (Haha!) +Nigga talkin beef shit, m—more like tofu +DJ Magic Mike, got that base, I 'on' told you +[Outro: Young Jeezy & Lil Jon] +Pump that bass +It go +Gangsta Grillz-illz! +Pump that bass +You know [?] gotta watch out for me, nigga +Track record's impeccableEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Her, Him, & Me[Lil Wayne Intro:] +What's up +It's me +Yep, uhm +I've had plenty episodes with various women, but it's just this one I must tell you about... + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I met her in Victoria's +She was hotter than a crown victoria +On my block on a friday at 6:00 yep +I was on her yung joc +She made me lean and rock +I tried to tell her my name but laughed more so +Because she looked like tell me somethin I don't kno +So I told her my number and I got hers also +And of course she knew I had a girl, I wouldn't be in the store +So we hooked up that morning like around 4 +And at that time I knew what she was down for +Yep +Soon as the door opened, war opened out +She was such a soldier, purple heart pokin out of her fatigues, and she's never fatigued +And with her, whatever I say she believes +And my girl know I got a magic show up my sleeve +But with her, I can disappear when I need +And she say... +[Hook] +She don't even care about my girlfriend +She said she just wanna do the thang with me +And who am I to tell that girl no when this world is so cold, why should I be +Shit +And she don't even wanna be my girlfriend +She said she just wanna do her thang with me +And she gonna do her thang with me, with me + + +[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] +(let me tell you bout this bitch I got tho) +I met this bad bitch last month +Bona fide freak, we been kickin it for the past month +Or should I say I been hittin it for the past month +David blaine, magic stickin it for the last month +She got that coke bottle ill shape +Thicker than a McDonald's milkshake +We don't go on dates, we have field days +She let me play on her field like a bill's game +And she don't even like football, she just sits home +But she love it when I run it in her inzone +She love to role play and put them wigs on +Yeah, she be gettin her lil' kim on +With me, she can be as freaky as she is, but with him she gotta be as sneaky as she is +And with her, I can be as kinky as I'm gonna be +Upside down, handstand's how I wanna be +She said... +[Hook:] +She don't even care about her boyfriend +She said she just wanna do the thang with a g +And who is he to tell that girl no when this world is so cold, why should he be +Shit +And she don't want him to be her boyfriend +She said she just wanna do her thang with a g +And she gonna do her thang with a g, with a g + +[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne & Juelz] +Chillin by Elz +And we smoked a hundred L +We spoke about gals +We joked about tales +No homo +But I meant like a storytale +Ya dig +[Juelz Santana] +Let me tell you bout this bitch name Loreal +Light skin, long hair +I call her slaughter mouth +Thick and juicy like steak meat, porterhouse +And bein freaky is somethin she knows all about +She keep askin me if we can put a porno out +[Lil' Wayne] +I know that bitch too +I say we give her a call +And see what that bitch do +[Juelz Santana] +You got that bitch number +Well call that bitch through +I got the rubbers +Got the dutches +Hell yeah, we can jump her +Ya dig +[Lil' Wayne talking:] +Yeah, hello +Hey mama, wat up? +How you? +Yeah this weezy +Hey listen, I got Elz right here with me +We bout to come pick you up +That's cool? +Cool, we good +Yessir + +[Hook:] +She don't even do this with her boyfriend +She said she just wanna do the thang with him and me +And who are we to tell that girl no when this world is so cold, why should we be +Shit +She said she would even do my girlfriend +She said she just wanna do her thang, be free +She said she just wanna do her thang, be free +Her, him, and me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do’s & Don’ts Of Young Money[Lil Wayne Talking] +The Do's and Don'ts of Young Money Cash Money +Rule fucking number 1 +Don't fucking do one fucking song on a motherfucking album, get one motherfucking check, and go fucking crazy, and then get dropped from the motherfucking label, and now you got your motherfucking fans like +"What happenend to you? When you comin out?" +Ahh! ahhh! +"I'm coming out, I'm comin out!" +"Are you coming out with Wayne?" +"Nah I got my own record label" +Man what the fuck +What the fuck!!! +Don't you do that, thats a no-no +That's a young money cash money no-no +Rule... Don't go there +I don't care if a nigga gave it to you navigation, don't go there. Understand? +Rule number 2: Don't fuck with nobody's girl +And rule number 3...: Nobody has a girl +HOLLA!!!! Bitch! +Ummm, rule number 4 is to respect rule number 5 +And rule number 5 is, Bitch! You try anybody round here, we gon kill ya! Ya understand? +We're not gon' fight ya +We're not gon' have Reverend Al Sharpton sit us down and talk nothing bout nothing... Nothing! (This ain't The Jeffersons) +Lord bless the dead, Pimp C gone +He ain't gon' sit us down and schedule no talks +Bitch we gon' kill ya (Rrrrrah!) +One dot com nigga (Log on!) +Log on bitch +Yeah (And stop asking to check his bags!) +Yeah don't- I hate- +Don't check-don't you ask to check nothing of mine +If I'm comin into your place of business and you scheduled for me to be there, bitch, I don't have to be there +I have a very nice home. Ya understand? +And-I-I-Boy, Look here (Hahaha) +Just don't be tryna check me dude +I ain't tryna steal or hurt anybody in none of them places +I'm rich as a motherfucker and that's the last thing I want is a confrontation or a problem +I am trying to- I am- Son, Don't check me +(Dedication 3 bitch) +Bitch! (Haha!)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +It Ain’t Me, Babe (Cover)[Verse 1] +Go away from my window +Leave at your own chosen speed (yeah) +I'm not the one you want babe +I'm not the one you need +You say you're looking for someone who's never weak +But always strong +To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong +Someone to open each and every door + +[Chorus] +But it ain't me babe +No, no, no it ain't me babe +It ain't me you're looking for babe + +[Verse 2] +Now go lightly from the ledge babe +Go lightly on the ground +See I'm not the one you want babe +I'll only let you down +You say you're looking for someone +Who will promise never to part +Someone to close his eyes for you babe +Someone to close his heart +Someone to die for you and more +[Chorus] +But it ain't me babe +No, no, no it ain't me babe +It ain't me you're looking for babe + +[Verse 3] +You say you're looking for someone to pick you up each +Each time you fall +Each time you fall +To gather flowers constantly and to come +Each time you call +And will love you for your life and nothing more + +[Chorus] +But it ain't me babe +No, no, no it ain't me babe +It ain't me you're looking for babe +No, no it ain't me +No, no it ain't me babe +No, no, no it ain't me babe +It ain't me you're looking for babe +It ain't me babe +It ain't me you're looking for3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Oh Yeah[Chubby] +It's Chubby Baby +Drop Top Mercedes +Hair Cut Wavy +The Black Patrick Swayze +Getting This Money (Oh Yeah) +Like It Was The Eighties (Oh Yeah) +Everything Good (Oh Yeah) +Everything Gravy (Oh Yeah) +You Know I Get Money(Yeah) +I Do It Real Big +It's Chubby Baby Ma I'm The Oh Seven Big +Guccis On My Feet +I Force Em Like I Post Em +When Your Money Reach Mine +That's When They Won't Smoke Ya +I Ride First Class +Phantoms With A Chauffeur +Bricks With A Trill Again Waiting On A Gofer (Ya Dig) +Soon The Order Finished +I'm Hopping In The Benz +I'm The Mid West Playa Boning All Ya Friends +When I Hit Magic City Make It Rain With The Ends +Then I Make It Thunder On My Neck Like Lightning +You Prayin On That Hit Play Boy Keep Writing +In The Club You +Know We Ain't Fighting +[Hook 2x] +You Get Money (Oh Yeah) +You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah) +You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah) +You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah) +You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah) +You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah) + +[Lil Wayne] +Young mula +Cash money mafia, (yea!) +Weed and syrup + +[Lil Wayne] +It's weezy baby, (who?) +Strapped like the navy, (what) +Ridin' wit a half a brick strapped to her baby, (ok) +I be getting money, run a lap if you lazy, (yea) +Grand daddy purp got me trapped like mazes, (oww!) +Bunch of diamond chains lookin' like a bunch of lasers (yea) +Understand I'm sharper than a fuckin' hellraiser, (raiser) +Bad yellow bitch on my sidekick pager +You know it's goin' down like down goes Frazier, ya dig? (A!) +Yes, and I be wit mid west chubby +But I'm from the dirty, keep it dirty like I'm playin' rugby, (ha) +Bitch ride me like a old school huffy, (what?) +Let me see you work your mouth like a fuckin' guppy, (go head) +My leather softer than brand new pair of hush puppies +My top will leave if I decide to hit the punch button, (hit it) +It's young weezy, how could I ever quit stuntin'? +Get mad, I'mma get money +[Hook 2x] +You Get Money (Oh Yeah) +You Got Dem Honey (Oh Yeah) +You Roll Around With Cha Pockets All Chubby (Oh Yeah) +You Stay Fly (Oh Yeah) +You Dat Guy (Oh Yeah) +You Dat Dude We Can Call For Dem Fives (Oh Yeah) + +[Juelz Santana] +A! Dipset +Skull gang +Haha + +[Juelz Santana] +Juelz baby +They see me and start cheerin +Rockstar like Santana Van Halen, yea +Burn em wit the nina +Hot head, nickname fever +Ya bitch, I Turner/Turn her like Tina, haha +Booty in the air, then I bump her like speakers +Then I get right back to puffin' my reefer, (A!) +Yes, yes I'm coke supplyin' +Best pitcher on the mound since Nolan Ryan, (ha) +I got that cheap blow +Heavyweight, I sell snow by the ski slope... come and get some +And the cars got engines like speed boats +Throw dough away like tickets to a free show, (uh) +You outside getting' re-poed, (whoa) +I'm bein' watched under the law, I'm rico (A!) +And all the chicks come to me for wood like Home Depot +I shine, you just a little star, you twinkle, (twinkle) +We make it rain for real, ya'll just sprinkle +We shut down ya hydrant, aight then (A!) +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Who[Intro] +Who? Nigga who? Who? +(I took the jet to Dubai) +(I took the jet to Milan) +Who? Nigga who? + +[Pre verse 1] +I pop a xan and chill +I buy some land and chill +I pour up the deuce, promethazine juice +And sip it like chamomile +I got that whip appeal +No I got that dick appeal +My bitch ain't Brazilian +But I could bet she look way better than Miss Brazil + +[Verse 1] +I took the jet to Dubai +I took the jet to Milan +I took the jet way to Africa +Shout out my nigga Akon +Oh yes, the bitches was on me +Yeah, they be respecting my mind, shit +I had a heck of a time +I got a check for my time +I David Beckham with dimes +That mean I kick it with bad ones +They put cocaine on they arm +And then they snort it when they dabbin +Hoody lying, bout he fasting +These hoes lying 'bout they juicin' +These niggas lying 'bout they stacks +Producers lying 'bout producin' +[Pre verse 2] +These artists lying 'bout they music +Me, I'm still the best rapper +I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope +I hope a bitch nigga try +I know these bitch niggas spyin' +I put that dick in her spine +I fuck that bitch in her prime + +[Verse 2] +I know these bitches is dyin' +Just to be a rich nigga bride +But I tell her I'm not the one +Not the two, nor the three, four or five +I'm 'bout to eat me a juug +I'm 'bout to twist me some good +I'm in here sippin', I'm good +If it ain't Actavis then its uhhh +And my bitch got them lips and they full +And my goons got them clips and they full +And you know 'bout them triggers they pull +Yeah, you know 'bout my niggas. They wolves! +Animal kingdom, I bring them +Don't want my kingpin, I sling em +The eyes don't lie 'till you blink 'em +The iron on my side for the wrinkles +I'm high in the sky and I twinkle +The trap house came with the sprinklers +All of my homies delinquents +You ain't the plug, then you link us +[Chorus 1] +And I don't need Baby for help (Who?) +I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?) +I don't need Baby for help (Who?) +It's every man for themself, oh Lord +I don't need Baby for help (Who?) +I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?) +I want Arabian wealth +And I don't need Baby for help, oh Lord + +[Pre verse 3] +I could care less 'bout your squad +I throw my set at your squad +I feel the best when I'm high +But these niggas; they blowin my high +I throw a check in the sky +Tell these hoes to get naked and vibe +Your hoe; she sweatin' my squad +Please get the sweat out her eye + +[Verse 3] +I'm on a jet so I'm fine +I don't connect when I'm flyin' +Don't get my credit declined +Give all the credit to moms! +Don't get my niggas upset +Don't get ahead of yourself +Cause we cut the head off your neck +And put that bitch on the shelf like a elk ugh +The sheets on my bed are by Ralph +I hate having a bed to myself +And I play em the way they was dealt +I see you drinking that Hatorade, belch +You pussies should play with yourself +You snakes come make me a belt +I want Arabian wealth +And I don't need Baby for help (no) +I don't need Baby for help (no) +I don't need Baby for help (no) +I don't need Baby for help +It's every man for themself Oh Lord +Them niggas playing themselves +I just be playing the field +I just be paying them bills +I'm just a man forreal Oh Lord +And I don't need Baby for help (Who?) +I-I-I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?) +I don't need Baby for help (Who?) +It's every man for themself Oh Lord +I don't need Baby for help (Who?) +I-I-I don't need Baby for help (Nigga who?) +I want Arabian Wealth +And I don't need Baby for help Oh Lord +[Pre verse 4] +I could care less 'bout your squad +I could care less 'bout your squad +I could care less 'bout your squad +I could care less 'bout your squad +I could care less 'bout your side +I could care less if you ride +I could care less if you die + +[Verse 4] +I took the jet to Dubai +I took the jet to Milan +I took the jet to South Africa +Oh yes the weather was fine +Oh yes, the bitches was on me +Yeah, they be respecting my mind, shit +I had a heck of a time +I got a check for my time +I David Beckham with dimes +That mean I kick it with bad ones +They put cocaine on they arm +And then they snort it when they dabbin +Hoody lying, bout he fasting +These hoes lying 'bout they juicin' +These niggas lying 'bout they status +Producers lying 'bout producin' +These artists lying 'bout they music +Me, I'm still the best rapper +And I ain't have to say shit else after that +Gone + +[Outro] +I took the jet to Dubai +I took the jet to Milan +I took the jet to South Africa +Oh yes the weather was fine + +It's every man for themself Oh Lord +I don't need Baby for help (no) +I don't need Baby for help (no) +I want Arabian wealth +And I don't need Baby for help +Yeah I pop a xan and chill +I don't need Baby for help (Who?) +I could care less 'bout your squad (Nigga who?) +I could care less 'bout your side (who?) +Squad1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Up to Me[Verse 1] +Look, where I go from here? +Just lost my father last year +But I still, remain to keep it real like dollar bills +I drop tears, can't believe my daddy's gone +Rabbit come home, why ya left us all alone? +But I'm comin man +Just wait at the gates, I'mma be runnin man +Arms open, eyes wide, full of love +You watched me come up from a scrub +Now ya see ya son ridin every day on dubs +But I wish, I could share them times wit' you +It got me pissed, this family and my momma, too +But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne +And Cita; Ms. Rose, Sheryl, Kevin, and plus Senitra +Dawg, we really miss ya +And it ain't all that cool livin off pictures +Ah man, visit while I'm sleep, write a note or call me +Can't believe you left me to be a small man +But I know it wasn't meant to be +That's why I suck up all the game that you sent to me + +[Chorus: Turk & (Lil Wayne)] +It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) nigga, stay up and keep it real +It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel +Just be strong, cause everythang gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) nigga, stay up and keep it real +It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel +Just be strong, cause everythang gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +[Verse 2] +Alright I know it, see I got a child +I know I'm young, but when you left dawg, thangs got wild +I know you probably sayin 'damn, you raisin children now?' +But it's all gravy I'm with Baby makin millions now +So I still smile +I'm takin care ya wife brah +Ain't nothin changed, if I still come home late at night she fuss +But it's still the ol' same ol', same ol' +Thangs go, up and down like rainbows, we maintain though +So you know who payin the bills now, ah hah +Still flossin, give my audience the chills, ah hah +I got all my game from you, nigga I ain't gon' lie +But I'm still thuggin nigga, playa you think I ain't gon' ride? +But Slim and B done slowed me done and brought the talent out me +Yeah Slim and B done showed me 'round, Hummers and Jags around me +And I ain't goin' no where, that nigga stuck wit' me +And make you and my people happy, man it's up to me + +[Chorus: Turk & (Lil Wayne)] +It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) nigga, stay up and keep it real +It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel +Just be strong, cause everythang gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) nigga, stay up and keep it real +It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel +Just be strong, cause everythang gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +[Verse 3] +I know you know I'm thinkin' 'bout ya, you be on my mind +I know ya see me everytime, watchin yo' lil boy shine +And I know that ya see I put out my own CD +And picture this, your little boy even on TV +But I swear it's off the heezy, Weezy +Say it's cool, you can believe me, I like how they treat me +I'm doin' what ya say, don't let a nigga try me +And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me +Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby +Oh yeah, and I don't leave my room sloppy +But the same thang make ya laugh, make ya cry +And everybody that ya love it's like they have to die +I pray to the Lord everyday and ask him why +And ask him to bless your soul everytime I pass by +I know he doin' it, and leavin all the love to me +And I'mma prove it, and show ya daddy, it's up to me + +[Chorus: Turk & (Lil Wayne)] +It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) nigga, stay up and keep it real +It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel +Just be strong, cause everythang gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +It's up to you, Wayne, (I know) nigga, stay up and keep it real +It's all on you, man, my nigga, I know how you feel +Just be strong, cause everythang gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +I know it's hard tryna make it but it's gon' be alright (Alright Dog) +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Turk] +Look, Rabbit...nigga love you bruh +I mean it's up to me man +Just watch over me +And it's gon' be all gravy man +Slim and B, treat me all good +Everythang else be all good (Alright dog) +Love you dog... +Rest in peace ya heard me +I'll be there, in the future + +([Turk] Outro) +Handle your business big dog....Fa sho'!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Off The Docks[Intro: Raj Smoove] +This shit right here +Bout to shut down the whole 4 Quarter +Young Money, LilWeezyAna +And I am (Raj Smoove) +(The greatest DJ in the world!) +Capo, what up + +[Hook: Capo] +Nonstop +Youngun all around the clock +Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks +It don't stop +Uhuh, I won't quit +Say blood, you talkin money? +Then umm, count me in +Nonstop +Youngun all around the clock +Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks +It don't stop +Uhuh, I won't quit +Say blood, you talkin money? +Then umm, count me in + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Look +I hustle silk +Like I sell satin +And these niggas hustlin backwards +Like Pig Latin +Dear Captain +I'm too fast for these fucks +Man, the only time I see 'em +Is when I'm passin 'em up +That's right +I run laps around the block +For the guap +All I need is a gunshot +And a watch +I see the finish line +I've seen it plenty times +Them niggas been behind +Them niggas spittin rhymes +For me it's business time +Yea, love and hate +I walk the thinnest line +And I point a AK +Right at the witness line +I'm on the paper chase +Fuck what they say +The only date marked on my calendar is payday +And you could never get it free like AJ +But I could get you more keys than Dre Day +All I do is call Capito Bergante +I just gotta call Capito Bergante +[Hook] +Nonstop +Youngun all around the clock +Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks +It don't stop +Uhuh, I won't quit +Say blood, you talkin money? +Then umm, count me in +Nonstop +Youngun all around the clock +Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks +It don't stop +Uhuh, I won't quit +Say blood, you talkin money? +Then umm, count me in + + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I never stop grindin +Even if Simon +Said it +I'm tryna clean up like an edit +And if anything comes in town we let it +If not we get it and put your life on credit +Jetted +Up the block +Did the cop +After the kid +With the rock +In his sock +Fuck the neighborhood watch +As soon as enough money is in my knot +I'm yellin "Who got them keys" +Like the game's on lock +My aims on, I'm locked +Like I spot +But my eyeballs are gunshots, they pop +Outta my head +When you show me the bread +And I bet I could get a chicken +If you sold me an egg +Have ho's walk the strip +Like they owed me a leg +And it's money over bitches +No Al and Peg +Bundy +And on Monday +I ain't thinkin bout Tuesday +Cause anyday could be my doomsday +I'm a hustla +[Hook] +Nonstop +Youngun all around the clock +Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks +It don't stop +Uhuh, I won't quit +Say blood, you talkin money? +Then umm, count me in +Nonstop +Youngun all around the clock +Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks +It don't stop +Uhuh, I won't quit +Say blood, you talkin money? +Then umm, count me in + + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Shit yeah +Money machines +Big stacks of money in jeans +Never ridin on teens +These is grown folk +That I'm sittin' on ho +Fuck with a President +Like Marilyn Monroe +Evidence won't show +What I really know +Forealla +I'm a gorilla +And they're billy goats +I'm rare with the flow +I'm air with the flow +That mean I'm +Here +There +Everywhere with the flow +[Hook] +Nonstop +Youngun all around the clock +Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks +It don't stop +Uhuh, I won't quit +Say blood, you talkin money? +Then umm, count me in +Nonstop +Youngun all around the clock +Watch you need? Get it fresh off the docks +It don't stop +Uhuh, I won't quit +Say blood, you talkin money? +Then umm, count me in + + +[Outro: Raj Smoove]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Leanin’ Low{LIl Wayne- Verse 1} +Im walkin thru the street +Wit 24s on my feet +A nigga got whips +Like a farmer got sheep +And as a matter fact +I got sheeps like a farmer man +I ain't playin +I jus bought a brand new lamb +T tops like a old trans am +Pull up at the light on a bitch like BAM +N from the side view she still kno who I am +A smokin nigga and bobbin my head to my jam +Im prolly on that deaf +Im prolly on that cam +All pink diamonds lookin like spam +All white porshe lookin like the clam +All white seats lookin like a gram +You cannot stop a flow +Not even wit a dam +Im fresher than a mufucka +Cleaner than a sham +And a bitch couldn't pass me +If she crammed +An what I am im (im sittin on 24's) +[Chubby Baby- Verse 2] +Six speed coupes the only thing that the boy order +Im paid n full so im stuntin like rich porter +Y pull up 2 the club in a charger +When I can pull up in a damn super charger +No tints chromed out chub super larger +My money sittin high +Ya money leanin low +U need 2 play the lotto +Cuz u need the dough +C ya in the lotta +Cuz I b the dough +Artermarv standout like a pornstar +My maserati roxy reynolds thats my porn car +So take ya top off +And ya bra off while I wait to the telly right here it pop off +And to the dealer n drop that loot +500 cash on drop and coupe +And shorty that im wit yea she drop dead cute +But she kno that my coupe is (sittin on 24's) + +[Juelz Santana- Verse 3] +I told ya +I roll on dub +4's +N I gets much love +Red diamonds on me +The color of cold blood +White diamonds on me +The color of soap sudds +Light brown leather like im sittin on mud +We might bust caps +But we never ride hubbs +Pocket full of leaf +Car full of wood like im ridin in a tree +But im higher than a tree +I ain't flyer than a bird +But im ridin on a wing +And a bird can fly until u can't see his wings (haha) +Big car +Big rims +Sucker what +Lips pokin out +Look like they puckered up (Gimme Kiss) +N I b ridin by myslf +Leanin so low you think my car was drivin by itself +N when I sail through the street +I do it bigger than Shaquille O'neal's feet (sittin on 24's)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tevin[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Now a Queen, once a Princess +Let's make a Princess +And you know time is money, time to invest +Talkin’ shit to her, without bad breath +Told her "I could take you there without MapQuest" +Thinking "Should I fall back, or forward progress?" +You know love is hard to swallow, and digest +Pause +She gon' have to take my love from me +But if I fall for her, you could call me clumsy +If I hit it and crash, I'm a crash dummy +I might just eat her up, I got an empty stomach +And you know drinking is bad, on an empty stomach +So we both get drunk, and just eat each other +We in the bedroom, I guess it’s one of those +I think you overdressed, in your underclothes +I confess to you, give my best to you +I told my last name, I'm tryna give an S to you +I think you a beast, without a leash +You could ride me, baby, like I'm the streets +I got a black eye, from your heartbeat +Make me change my lifestyle, call Robin Leach +I'm ready + +[Chorus: Tevin Campell "I'm Ready" Sample] +I'm ready, (you know I'm ready) +To love you (to love you) +Forever (forever) +Hey love now +Come and love me forever more +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, we just thuggin, illin' +Puffin, chillin' on some shit that make us touch the ceilin’ +If it’s just a feel feelin, what a feelin' +We invest in power, we progress like flowers +We’re in love, now we need something else to conquer +We go Casablanca, I'm your vagina monster +You know I get in that pussy and go Waka Flocka +Sexual healing, you know I'm your doctor +I'm a kill it, and I hit you with that Johnny Cochran +I’m the hottest topic, when you and your girlfriend talkin' +Tell her how I knock it, until we exhausted +You give me sloppy toppy, I eat it till I'm nauseous +I beat it like percussion, the neighbors think we arguing +Cupid hit the target, we use the whole apartment +They knockin' at the door, and she answer that bitch naked +She make me get an erection in a split second +She do tricks with her tongue, they so impressive +Am I trickin' too? um, that's a trick question +She asked me am I finna cum, that's a dick question +And she ain't fuckin' with you bums, give her indigestion +Can't you tell I've been ready? +Holla at her, Tevin + +[Chorus: Tevin Campell "I'm Ready" Sample] +I'm ready, (you know I'm ready) +To love you (to love you) +Forever (forever) +Hey love now +Come and love me forever more1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gangstas and Pimps[Intro: Mannie Fresh] +Ladies and gentlemen +This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch +I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother +And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm +That just burn baby, burn baby, burn +Pop open a malt liquor +Smoke something until your scalp gets killed + +[Hook x2: Jazze Pha] +Gangstas and pimps +Love lobsters and shrimps +Kool-Aid and chicken +Flashy things and women +All I need +Is Remy and weed +Somebody not afraid +To co-sign for my Escalade + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm just pimping baby you got a rule for me +Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me +Hey you gotta get high and go low for me +It's Cash Money young money never know money +It's 500 Degreez it's not four buddy +And the dro got me so scummy +And to drum hole a whole hundred +Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy +Hehe, man Weezy's a legend +You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel +And he be on a level that's so terrific +I'm in this bitch hold your pictures +And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me +Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me +And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it +This is game at its finest homie +Peep it +[Hook: Jazze Pha] + +[Verse 2: Baby (Lil Wayne)] +See I was born from a gangsta, pa gave me a whip +Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents +One of a kind Birdman I shine +22's on it? The bitch ain't mine +I taught her the game ma, I gave it all to her +Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him +(The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna) +Mannie Fresh, Jazze Phezzy this our summer +500 Degreez got rich off the four +Cadillac slant back cut side elbow +Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho +Flash from hard times from that coke and dope +Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks +We eat lobster and shrimp, nigga park that Lambo +I'm a V.I.P. nigga, pop bottles of Mo +I pray that one day I'll open a better door + +[Hook: Jazze Pha] + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Ain't no mountain high enough +To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff +And the Eastside where we pump +It's my part of New Orleans +Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans +Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe +Hope you never close your eyes I'll bang your ho +All she need is some guidance I'll tame your ho +It's big pimping over here man yeah man +If she looking for a daddy see the lil man +Weezy Baby, don't fool yourself you need me baby +Easy baby, I'm just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby +Slick when I spit shit right +26-inch got a deep-dish ma +Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by +Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly +Weezy I, hell yeah +And I'm rolling with them +[Hook x2: Jazze Pha]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Like Dat[Intro] +Can I speak on how I feel y'all? +Let my heart do the talking +Listen up princess + +[Verse 1] +I wake up in the morning, take a knee and thank God +Then go to the mirror, look myself in the eyes +Today I didn't wake up with a woman on my side +Yesterday I didn't wake up with a woman on my side +Neither the day before that, nor before that +I just remember the moments, call me Kodak +And know that I do miss ya +But it's your denial that I must hold against ya +Since you been gone +I have been all alone +But alone is steroids, 'cause it made me strong +Girl, hair gone in the wind +You cheated on God's son, baby girl, that's a sin +But I forgive you +But I can't give you +Another chance, ma, you're in my rearview +And I put that ring on your finger, I was all in +But now it's just a symbol of what could've been +Goddamn +[Hook 1] +And now I'm by myself, but +(I like it) +Damn, she left me all by myself, but +(I like it) + +[Verse 2] +Yo +I love my niggas, no homo +I swear I hope they all get cheese, like Digiorno +And something 'bout the Hot Boys that you don't know +I got a lot of love for 'em that I don't show +And B.G. been my nigga since the front do' +I hope Chopper City Records blow, fo sho' +And me and Juvey never really got along +But you still would let your nigga +Come get on your hottest song +Damn, I fuck with ya for that +I fuck with ya Lil Wack +And me and Skip go back +When you see a real nigga you gotta tip your hat +And since I'm a real nigga, I do just that +I had my own lawyer working on Turk's case +After I heard him dissing me on the mixtape +'Cause he's locked up and I'm free +He got a lot more to worry about than me +I ain't trippin' +[Hook 2] +Y'all niggas left me by myself, but I can't front +(I like it) +And so, now I became the President +Of the spot y'all left me at +A lot has changed, but, I can't front +(I like it)15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Put The Light On MeShining in this bitch, I got them bitches on my swizzag +Swagger on Bruce Lee - kung fu - kickass +Come through in a coupe, make that money hoola-hoop +Triple OG kush, eyes low as Lucy Liu +Got them hoes going crazy like now they goin West +Got that chopper in the car, stashed by the arm rest +Put the light on me, It look right on me +And tell them bitches they can get one night only +Tunechi be my name.. but you already know that +I already hit it: girl, that pussy throwback +Weezy fucked the world: now how's that for romance? +Weezy go Rocky, Rambo, Conan +Diamond in the rough: light this muthafucka up +Life in the fast lane: bitch, buckle up +On "my life, my life, my life, my life" shit +YMCMB, get the spotlight quick2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Know the Future (feat. Mack Maine)Young money mothaf**ka +Uhh huh +Thats right +Now dont you know +Ima beast +Eastside +Up in tha beat + +||Verse 1|| +Straight from the bottom of the cut +I give it to these bitch niggas like momma taught me +One man with no weopon at war, but im an army +My flow is capital attention lieutenant your penit pension +And they demolished that invention +You better get your dollars up +And guess what, i was up +I get my cheese like mickey mouse +Or else you better donald duck +Like a shooting range target +I get all kinda bucks +Be my shooting range target +Nigga i got good luck +Nigga bye bye good luck +Got your momma shook up +Lil bad ass nigga, who thought popeye wasn't tough +Im on that lala twist it up +Im on that syrup slow it down +And i like four freeks too, and i ain't young jock but its going down +I buy that marijuana field, then i just smoke it down +Big bad wolf yes i just blow it down +No homo and to holly grove i will hold it down +Like a circle of knives i got the sharpest flow around +||Chorus|| +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know they can't f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) + +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know they can't f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world) + +||Verse 2|| +Bitch im Mack Maine +I got tha heart of a king, blood of a slave +Feel like i been there before, my second time to the grave +But its one life to live, thats why im gettin paid +Off a flow thats priceless, i just got it appraised +Spit like i need a raise +Blaze as i gaze, at the stars and ask the lord +Why the culprit at the pall pit +It make me sick to my stomach +Thats why i rap, like a pregnant woman i dont spit i vomit +So pay homage me and wayne two G's +Like twenty hundreds +And we keep the semi's blunted +And we live like brothas from anotha +So f**k with him and mack gonna react like you did me something +Thats a hint to you David +Throwin shots at Goliath +This the new testament, where the victor is tha giant +So you should get your way and lose the hate +Remember males shouldn't be jealous, thats a females trait +||Chorus|| +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know they can't f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know) +Future(I know they can't f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wish You Would[Intro] +Look look look - don't play with me +Look look look +Huh? Huh? Look + +[Verse 1] +Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust bang! +Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains +Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames +My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne +I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy +Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it +One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven +Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready +Come and get it - it's Weezy Wee, the hottest ever +Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater +I'm just terror, or better yet, horror or drama +And tomorrow I'mma hit the block and borrow your momma +Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas +Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers +And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali +When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family + +[Chorus] +Don't play with me - I wish you would +I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood +You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun +I pop my gun +Better hide and run +Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would +I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood +Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun +And I pop my gun +Better hide and run +[Verse 2] +What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it +Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians +I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people +Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people +Seventeen Creeper is who I - what I - be, dog +The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five +In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog +On four tires, or feet, dog +I still be on the block sweepin' +Nobody is not sleepin' +Got me in all black with a gun in a palm +Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome +Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff +Cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump +And passin' a blunt - me circle once to see if he dead +Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a ki if he dead +But, dog, you get it raw if you war with the kid +I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge +Huh?! + +[Chorus] +Don't play with me - I wish you would +I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood +You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun +I pop my gun +Better hide and run +Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would +I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood +Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun +And I pop my gun +Better hide and run +[Verse 3] +You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T +On the back street of your block in the back seat +I'mma cap three at the first coward I up and see +I'mma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet +When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach +Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday +Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust +Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff +Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed added up +Fresh platted up, your T-shirt all tatted up +Crack in the tongue of my kicks +Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip +I know you see me: Little Weezy kill 'em all easy +A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy +You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes +Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know +Huh? Huh? Huh? + +[Chorus] +Don't play with me - I wish you would +I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood +You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun +I pop my gun +Better hide and run +Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would +I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood +Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun +And I pop my gun +Better hide and run +Don't play with me - I wish you would +I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood +You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun +I pop my gun +Better hide and run +Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would +I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood +Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun +And I pop my gun +Better hide and run +Don't play with me - I wish you would +I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood +You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun +I pop my gun +Better hide and run +[Outro] +Niggas bet' not play with me +Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh) +Look look look +Look look look +WhoaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +93 94 Baby[Hook] +And when they hear that new Weezy +All the dough boys go crazy +And watch the dough boys go crazy +Weezy f. ya heard yea I do it for the money baby that's my word +And when they hear that new weezy it remind them of that old baby +93 94 baby yea before the stunna yea the real bird man +I'm the Birdman Jr + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, jumped in the game as a youngin' no sisters no brothers +All i had was some money (yea) +Learn how to work the stove and the oven +In the kitchen tryin' make a 20 turn in to a 100 (yea) +The pot runnin over wit hot water +Throw a 8 ball in it watch it come back harder (harder) +The come back kid come back carter yea +That's what they screamin' loud as Aretha +And for them Franklins we pop at the ceaser +Ridin round with the whole block with the speakers (yea) +We in Miami we stoppin at teasers (yea) +Have a cigar and a shot of tequila (patron) +I use to wear two socks with my sneakers (hey) +Back when i was puttin all my rocks in my sneakers +Yea but now i'm rockin ya speakers +I'm all grown up now i'm rockin with divas yea +I could rock 'em to sleep +But I rather be at home straight rockin the kibeler +I'm up in traffic bobbin and weavin +I'm in and out like pussy and penis +It's lunch time I'm a cook up genious(yea) +20 for Serena 10 for the Venus +Yea i can get ya higher then a tennis skirt +Never filled out a application got plenty work +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'm lookin at 24 bricks on the counter +I'll make them dissapear in 24 hours (gone) +(yea) i'm really so honest that hot boy shit it's really so behind us +We on some new shit you niggas can't find us +That's like lookin in the rough for a diamond +We might hook a nigga up on consignment +And for the rest his life we keep an eye on 'em +Bussiness bad, fuck you pay me +Oh you had a fire, fuck u pay me +I'm might run through 80 in a week +But i can make a quarter million dollars off 1 street +Top in the game off one feet +Then i landed on two and i walked on through +What can you do when you living like me +Get fly in the house leave the pimpin in the street +As quiet as a mouse when you dippin through the street +If you lookin for some work you probably run into me +And on the humble the number still cheap +But the judge got numbers for a nigga to steep +Yea from a youngin to a g +Weezy baby from bundle to a key + +[Hook] +And when they hear that new weezy all the dough boys go crazy +And watch the dough boys go crazy +Weezy f. ya heard yea i do it for the money baby that's my word +And when they hear that new weezy it remind them of that old baby +93 94 baby yea before the stunna yea the real bird man +I'm the bird man jr +[Verse 3: Birdman] +I remember havin' a mouth full a gold outta control +And jumped in this game upon one roll +And got the game off the floor got the game on the low +Nigga cookin this raw dope +Never thought when i see the light i'll see the limo tints grindin with the street strips +This the family homie where g's man up with the hammers on 'em +I'm where the danger be nigga where eye contact will get you natural beef bitch +Nigga where lil g's have big straps back in the game nigga the g's had the big macs yea +Call your national guard niggas cause we don't give a fuck well pull yo car nigga shit +And had a g4 iced up loaded with bitch niggas stunna islands same night +And i remember when i first saw puff nigga i was in the projects camouflaged up nigga +Like fuck them shiny suits we hood nigga white tee's is what we do +Yea we young and tough nigga fuck the other foes man we's is standin up +Nigga jumped in the same lane same niggas all shouting out the same thing +Like 93 wasn't a shame a nigga playin with me and i'll bust his mother f**kin brain +I'll cook a thing nigga give it to the lil homie keep the change nigga +Deep boys deep in the flame know it ain't nothing but the bling bling king +Certified of made man me and the j.r so kiss a nicca pinky ring + +[Hook] +And when they hear that new weezy all the dough boys go crazy +And watch the dough boys go crazy +Weezy f. ya heard yea i do it for the money baby that's my word +And when they hear that new weezy it remind them of that old baby +93 94 baby yea before the stunna yea the real bird man +I'm the Birdman jrEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Watcha Wanna Do[Intro] +What +What? +Nigga, huh? +Huh? +Nigga, what? +What?! +What? +Check! + +[Verse 1] +I'm shootin', flee +Pollutin' you and your niggas, betta run from me +Comin' through and I'm strapped... with a 223 +You be losin' your life when you caught up... in beef +What? Nigga nigga, shiiiit! +Now, I'm ridin', ride +With a K on my side +50 shots flyin', fly +Nigga, you want beef with I? +I hope you lyin', but why? +In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by +Byy-bahda-by-by-by +Huh? Nigga, what? Takin' me for a joke, and watch me hurt cha +Boys there, they be commercial... I beat 'em 'til they purple +I'm a lil' bitty nigga, but I got a big ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas +Didja do it? Thought it was cool? +But cha still in it, nigga +Your so ugly with your boys, but I'm still pretty, nigga +Lil' Wayne representin' +I cut like blades, I bust heads, and break legs +I tear up dreads, take out braids, now go figure +What? I'm from tha 17th, I back down from no nigga +Had me four deep in four cars on your block with four triggas +Man... ya'll niggas ain't up for this!! +Ya'll hatin' on me, you can suck my dick! +Didn't I tell ya ta chill? +Guerrilla, you can play if you want +Find yourself in tha back-a my trunk +Ho, feminine punk! +[Chorus] +Now, nigga, what?! Huh?! (What?!) +Nigga, watcha wanna do?! +Nigga, huh?! What?! What?! +Watcha wanna do?! +Nigga, I say what?! Huh?! Huh?! +Watcha wanna do?! +Nigga, huh?! What?! What?! +Watcha wanna do?! + +[Verse 2] +Now I be Wayne, Wayne, Wayne... from CMB +50 shots, flame flame flame... from artillery +Bullets, they stain stain stain... burn like rubber on tha streets +(Screech!) If you can't hang, find your way from 'round me +Lil' soldier in all black off-a A.N.E +Apple N' Eagle, my nigga, so ain't no play in me +Yeah, I may be... a lil' small and all that +But I'm 'bout war, totin' a gat, flippin' a car and all that +Now freeze! Me and my g's hitch your hood like fleas +Soldier rag, black 'Bauds, white T's, and Ree's +Please, tell me that you was fulla weed +When you said you want beef +Cause I don't think nonna ya'll famileez wan' see ya'll bleed +I know what tha hell it be +Ya'll niggas don't listen up when we speak +I be ten-deep +Lettin' 223's chop trees +Rabbit told me not to be weak, and let a nigga play me +So he... who take tha biggest bite, lose all-a his teeth +Hook up wit Juve, Turk, and B.G +Open niggas like ki's +G... I bet some g's, boy, can't wet a HB +Or Steve's... CMB's make the scene off the heez +All ya'll beef-b's be deceased when we ride...with g's! +[Chorus] +Nigga, what! Huh! What! +Watcha wanna do?! +Nigga, what, nigga, what?! Nigga, huh?! +Watcha wanna do?! +I say what! Huh! What! +Watcha wanna do?! +Nigga, what! Huh?! +Nigga, watcha wanna do?! + +[Verse 3] +Look, dog... you can be stupid if ya want, watch, it be war +Or all you drive tha car, I hit tha block and.. cut 'em off +Whole nation gon' fall... when Wayne spins tha cut +Guns up, nigga, what!... I clutch and bust +Niggas duck and hide... when.. I.. ride +I load tha forty-five, and explode on your side +My niggas, Mike and Mario, they got them 2's for me +And I spin a nigga ben until he use ta me +I'm on a 3000-dollar duck.. on your block, just waitin' +Nonna dem niggas could take me, I was too in-tox-i-cat-ed +But, nigga, if you want war with me, busta be 'bout your issue +Hit your set with.. my nigga with them things ta split cha +Picture a lil' nigga dressed in black... with a big ole gun +In front your house, shootin', (baahhh!!!).. hollerin' out, "Nigga +What?!" +[Chorus] +Nigga, what! Huh! What?! +Watcha wanna do?! +Nigga, what! Huh! What?! +Watcha wanna do?! +Nigga, I say huh?! What?! +Nigga, watcha wanna do?! +Have me in all black, bustin' back at your crew! +Now I say, what! Huh! What?! +Watcha wanna do?! +I say, huh?! What?! +Nigga, watcha wanna do?! +Nigga, what?! Huh?! +Nigga, watcha wanna do?! +Have me in all black, bustin' at your crew! +What! What! What! +Huh?! Huh?! +Nigga nigga nigga, what ch'all want? +Nigga, what ch'all niggas wan' do? +Nigga, what?!... Huh?!... Huh?!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Da DroughtWeezy F Baby, F ya ladies so quick so fast +No lines, no laughs, just wine and grass +And sometimes they might lie in grass +Whatchu know bout getting coke sucked off my dick then put it in her ass? +I'm nasty huh? But she like that shit though +So I like that trick ho but never wife that bitch, no +But never mind that bitch though, got plenty more +Hen' and Mo', women know.. Weezy Deuce Bigalow +So tell ya crew hello +The game come with the boy, the boy come with the game bitch I'm a Game Boy +She from across the club, I got range boy +DJ let her know I came and she came +White as cane in the Range, drop-drop on the thangs like stop, pop, chop and slang +Yeah mayne, cop, pop, chop and slang where the cops not dropping a thang +Fi, told me to milk it, I did and he said I killed it, so now we both filfthy, brother ya gotta feel me? +And brother you gotta kill me if you want me to ever stop drillin this real shit in ya ears bitch +And Here's this new thang, SQ Wayne, SQ Gang +They hustlin', they thuggin' man1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shine (Extended Remix)[Mannie Fresh] +Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa) +Check me out (Come on) +Cash Money Millionaires +Check me out + +[Lil Wayne] +Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change +You can catch me in an aqua range, and I'm squattin things +With them twenty-two inch chopper blades +Diamond face wit tha diamond brace +Aye, more colors than the game Simon Says +Go lights out +And mami on forty-fifth she said she "Diked Out" +And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth +So I took it anyway +But aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway +OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin +All these karats like I'm some kinda vegetarian +If they play, I bury them, y'all already knowin +I threw up my arm and really thought it started snowin +See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me? +Aye I got cake like everyday my birthday +Wait, I don't think they heard me +I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday +[Hook: Mannie Fresh] +(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes +(Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's +(Shine) - Check my baby mamma +(Shine) - Whip Rovers, not Hondas +(Shine) - I'mma spend it 'til it's gone +(Shine) - Don't know when I'm comin home +(Shine) - Doin X and drank Cris' +(Shine) - My life is tha shhh... + +[Mack 10] +I rock em all, brown rocks to baguettes +I bang and ball, like blood and crypt sets +On Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene +I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens +And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints +(Baby: Tha new Bently out?) +If I don't got it, it ain't +Cause my grind is to shine, I'm as real as they come +And In case you didn't know, I'm tha man where I'm from +Ask em who rock ice on tha west (Baby: They say Mac) +Ask em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac) +Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac) +Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac) +Man I'mma whole lot richer since tha for life scence +Went countin myself, to a money machine +I'mma get till I can't, wit tha U.P.T +It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C +[Hook] + +(Mikkey) +Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city +Black X-5, wit four dymes wit me, Y'all feel me +Down wit CMR, so you know my cash is long +Brains, I ain't even gotta ask it's on +Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red +Haters turn green, queens wanna give me some head +Still I'm quick to pop two in tha feds +Ya know I been hungry my whole life, so I'm due for some bread +Go head, name another click that could rap above us +A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public +Cats love it, boosie broads deny it +They step to tha store to buy it, go home and bump it in private +And you know me, I'm low key +Nothin special, just a pinky ring, a Roley, a lil ice on tha bezel +And when I drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-by +Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by + +[Hook] + +[Christina] +Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit missin roofs +Chris stackin, even when I'm in tha booth +Got charms and charms, you can call me tha bomb +And you can call me Deep Blow, cause tha smoke under my arm +Got Royces on vogues, countin banks rolls +Even y'all hoes is sendin me roses +I'm nasty and iced up, call me Nicisty +On a bike or in a truck, yeah what you like me +Shoes, bags call me Parda +Haters never mess wit me, don't call me nuda (Ha-Ha) +I sip dun, call me Lady Don +Rock leather on my Harley, call me tha Bomb +Brought a new Coup, painted it baby blue +Got it new shoes sittin on twenty-two's +(Mannie Fresh) +Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun (wha-wha) +Ya Heardz, sittin on twenty-two's + +[Hook] + +[Baby] +I'mma stunna, a band new colorful hummer +A Benz, I could ride everyday of tha summer +Brought a Jag for my baby girl, surrounded right +Wit nothin but ice, new whip wit Barda pipes +I could shine when I wanna, buy a ride when I wanna +Cook a brick, cut it up and sell dime if I wanna +Just scored a PT and I streched it quick +Big rims, six tires, candy paintin it slick +Put tha ice on tha shelf until you match my wrist +Golf ball earrings, thirty karats a lick +Got Brian in a mink, got Pearl in a mink +Carivan Excersen, twenty inches look deep +Catch me on tha lake wit a flock of freaks +Me and Mannie tearin it down, cause we love tha streets +Gotta barbecue poppin, bouta cook up tha meat +Fa sho baby girl laced wit ice and mink + +[Hook] + +[Stone] +I hold it down like and what +Brown and Tan stunnas +Platinum matchin wrists like I broke some handcuffs +Drivin a CL-6 +Ridin wit Bear's clique +Tha block done got hot, I'm slingin them raw bricks +We givin them haters trouble +They I was seachin rubber +Lil wodie steady bouncin in a brand new Bubble +Cop rocks like small mountains +Hit blocks wit four ounces +You know you can't stop our watery, we got out own fountain + +[Lac] +You can catch me in tha Di-ablo, on chrome wit tha top missin +Tha ring, tha piece, tha chain, and tha watch glistenin +All in a drop Bentley on twenty-two inches +Wit no note, and I sure ain't rent this +Here come Lac and he stuntin, stuntin +Ridin up tha lake on Super Sunday +When I come through I'm tryna jump in somethin +Sound at fifty, and I'm bumpin, bumpinEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cry[Hook] +(I,I,I, dont want you to see me cry) +[Lil Wayne] +Yea +Rest In Peace Lil Naughty +Fuck you bitches, Coppers +Yea, You laughing +Now is the time to stop +(I,I,I, dont want you to see me cry) +Yea, You Understand? +(I,I,I, dont want you to see me cry) +This here's real man +Harsh but hard +If you can't take it +You damn sure can't take the weight + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Momma had to hustle cause my pop was jive +Momma had 1 son 2 jobs +What a woman! Come from where the women gotta work like men +So we ain't need dad we got money like him +No school clothes no child support +And next year I'll probably be up in a Robb Report +I'm important so is my clique I'm riding for them +God lead us not into dividing waters +Guide my daughter see that she walk a straight one +Them fake guys, please see that she don't date one +I live positive stay away from snitches, haters and broke niggas with they face hung +All the folks are ready for whenever that day come +Got a cool two million hiding until that case comes see me just a a riding to the bass drum +So if you feel me put ya blunts in the air +And blaze one and don't cry +[Hook] +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +Pass the weed lemme take it to the head +Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +And if you happen to see a tear that don't mean I'm afraid baby I'm just a man +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +Pass the weed lemme take it to the head +Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +I pop me a pill so I don't feel the pain just to tell y'all this shit +For the hood! +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'm on the grind like all the time +I got money but murder don't cost a dime +So I'm flossing mine and if jacking me cross ya mind you done lost ya mind +All sorts and kinds of car jewels clothing +I'm looking like a porcupine +How sharp am I? +But niggas wanna bring out the dark in I +But me I'm so bright I keep walking by +Keep barking hater yeah ya talk a lot but me I'm at the top and I ain't talking down +Man they acting like they don't know I'm from Apple & Eagle +But the eagle will bust ya apple fo sho +So I'm gonna let it rock +Until they let Bubba out the cell block +Ima hold it down let the whole bottles pop +And light the weed up +Straighten ya collar +Fix ya G up and don't cry! +[Hook] +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +Pass the weed lemme take it to the head +Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +And if you happen to see a tear that don't mean I'm afraid baby I'm just a man and +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +I remember the look on your face momma when them doctors told you I made it your son is gonna be aight he made it +I remembered then they come in there and they asked me did I wanna see you +I told them no +I was only scared +This some crazy shit +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) + +[Verse 3] +I got shot when I was 12 +Lost my pop when I was 14 +Shot again at 20 will I shake these old dreams +Lord wake me up to holy water on my face and 3 blood drops dried on the side of my eyes +Why we gotta kill our own kind when we rise +Got me looking down the ladder now when I climb +Pulling up on my nephews +And they don't wanna drive +They wanna learn how to work the tool +And who am I not to do the duty +Just think if pops advice get sent from black ink +And that stinks but homie that's real +And in the hood even steaks smell bad on the grill +I remember when if you was a hustler you was a winner +Now that's like raking up leaves in the winter +And that ain't even cool to miss a few summers +Shit +I'll take a bite out the onion like +Fuck it! +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +And won't cry +(Hook) +Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +And if you happen to see a tear that don't mean I'm afraid baby I'm just a man and +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +Pass the weed lemme take it to the head +Hope the smoke turn my eyes red, my eyes red cause +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +And straight level vodka's the potion, makes me spill my emotion and +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +Keep on coming with that gangsta music young Weezy got that mother fucking gangsta music +Yo so ride to to it y'all and vibe to it y'all +Hey and +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +Keep on coming with that gangsta music young Weezy got that mother fucking gangsta music +Yo so ride to to it y'all and vibe to it y'all +Hey +Real talk real rap right here for ya +Uh huh +Young Maine rapping wit me +Ro, D.I, My nigga Trill Real coming to the hospital +Lil bootie bitch getter +Yes sir +(I,) +Young Mal, Young Capo Young Tanz on the back +Ya! +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +You already know +Birdman I see ya +You already know ya son got this +I appreciate the step up in office +(I,I,I, don't want you to see me cry) +Yeah that shit almost made me cry +But you know presidents don't cry right? +Go to the next song4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Feel Me[Intro] +Bitch, I feel me! +Yeah, ahh! +I got the game mad +And I ain't talkin' 'bout homie in L.A. neither +[Verse] +I say, I got so much money, man I don't know what to do with it +I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' some and lettin' you spend it +Aye, I do it way bigger than you did it +I'm sittin' on them Jordans, must be the shoes in it +I get rude, ignorant, cruel, really cruel +When it rains it storm, get in the pool, silly +Who really, want it with us? +Homeboy, you trippin' you gon' fall and bust +Yo' ass - I could rap fast but I like slower better +Why? Cause bitch, I'm on the four or better +Fly-y-y-y, with no feathers +And if you don't know good, you gon' know better +Yeah, I'm talkin' Young Money only +Weezy a.k.a. I Got Enough Money On Me +Yeah, and ya'll niggas phony +I got some bullets with ya'll pictures on them +Haha, ya'll don't really want me +And I blast off on beat +And she make you leave +And you just do you, and she just do me +Tunechi!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Redbone GirlYoung Weezy We and Eric B, aha +And I love all women (if you know what I mean) +Yes lord, I love them dark, I love them light +Short, tall, thick, thin and back one more again (alright) +But there's this one particular situation I need to tell you all about + +I met a honey about a week ago +I got a little but I need some more +I ain't the only one to learn her curves +Matter of fact, forget what you heard +She's all, she's all that and more, oh yeah +Yes she is +Her reputation ain't squeaky clean +A little gossip ain't phasing me +So go ahead say what you want +You can give a damn, but I don't +Cause I'm gone, I'm already gone +Yes I am +Don't you know she's + +She's my, redbone girl +A bitter sweet, but she's my world +Coffee cream, thick and lean +My redbone girl, redbone girl, yeah + +Our baby hail from the Oakland Bay +Got an east coast vibe but a southern mind +A devil mind with an angel face +She'll leave and make a nonbeliever pray +For a chance, just to get some something +Yes she will +Uhh, you don't know what you do to me +But you're killing the girls in my history +I need a shot just to let her hit +She give me 2 when I need a fix +Lord knows I've tried, but I swear I can't quit +Don't you know she's my +She's my, redbone girl +Redbone but she's my world +Have you seen, my chocolate dream +My redbone girl, redbone girl +She's my, redbone girl +A bitter sweet, but she's my world +Coffee cream, thick and lean +My redbone girl, redbone girl, ooh + +I like the long hair thick redbone +I do it so right, she say I'm dead wrong +And now she in love, like phase on +Now I'm in my zone, I got her head spinning, spinning like a cyclone +And it's them red women at my red eye zone +I'm high and my girl high yella +Fine as wine, put her in a wine cellar +Roses are red, do you mind if I smell them +What can you do, Consuela, Consuela +I like them light skin, lighter than a feather +And if she red hot, I'm biting that pepper +Tighter than my leather pants, let them say +She the same color as my flag – suwoo + +She's my, redbone girl +Redbone, she's my world +Have you see, my milk chocolate dream +My redbone girl, redbone girl, yeah +She's my, redbone girl +A bitter sweet, but you know she's my world +Coffee cream, thick and lean +Redbone girl, my redbone girl, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Best in the Business[Spoken: Lil Wayne] +That's right, you already know what the fuck it is, man. Weezy F. motherfuckin' Baby, bitch. I know you love me man! A nigga hating? Believe that, man. This right here is the Dedication 2, D2! Drama! Dramatic and the Aphilliates, man. I appreciate everything y'all does for me. I'ma do it for y'all, man. Open your motherfuckin' ears, sit back, and watch what I do. That's right! The President, baby! Right now, I ain't doing nothing but getting money, man. I'm just moving, man. I'm loving what we do. I'm Cash Money, Young Money to my heart, man. I can't complain, y'all. I can't complain. I love y'all, man. That's all it's about right now for Lil Weezy, man. I'm just— I'm just being Lil Weezy, man. Weezy Baby, man. So, like I said, man, we gon' get into this shit, man. We gon' do it how we do. Let's go!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Inkredible (Remix)[Verse 1: Thugga] +I pop some Percocets +Then I pop some Xanax +Sitting back, strapped, cocked +Plotting on your man next +Jack a nigga for his work +And stretch it like some Spandex +He hesitate, I spray and leave him +Like a Tampex – oops, I meant a Tampax +Bitch, I keep that anthrax +I can get your man wacked, for a couple Tan packs +Shoot off your Sedan lap +Nigga, I demand stacks +I ain’t playing, black +Bitch, I be spraying Macs +All type of guns with accessories +I’m like Cosby for the bills +I need mills like Stephanie +Pussy niggas can’t stand next to me +I’ve got dope and ecstasy +Keep em floating like both of the levees breached +80s baby but my soul from the 70s +Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas +Niggas ain’t OG, scary lil bitch, please +Tune ate pussy in the can, Frisky +[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy] +I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet +Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can’t say shit +I’m just here to separate the real from the fake shit +I told you, I was coming n I’m sorry for the wait +I gotta get this money +Mane, it’s right here in my face +I got the Devil on my back +I don’t wanna be up in that place +My mom tell me to be safe +I just keep running in these streets +I can’t stop fuckin with these hoes +But I say I’m just doing me +Bitch, I’m a 9th Ward nigga +Mason street, D&G +That Flordia right by the D they need to free my nigga B +I ain’t the type of person to be running from no beef +Those fucking guns are gonna be bursting +Somebody knocked off their feet +So watch your fucking mouth +Before you end up on that floor and stop +Acting like you’re hard cause +You know you’ve been a ho +I told you out the gate I’m not the fake +I gotta say it, please excuse +Almost forgot I’m all Dizzy by the way +[Verse 3: Flow] +Money over bitches, bitch I’m coming for the check +Vampire living, bitch I’m coming for your neck +Raw! I’m sharp, my swagger like an X +I’m a motherfucking monster +I rap like I’m possessed +Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper +The game is a bitch, hold her down and rape her +Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin’ with my skaters +We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator +I’m a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woopin’ +They went crazy when they heard I had a song +With Lil Tunechi, bitch! +Get some ice and pour my Sprite +And light my bong and my doobies +Fuck your producer +I’m the one that be producing my music +I’m a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot +Pot is in me +Drop ya like an Otterbox +Sleeping on me like I’m rapping with a blanket +Kill a nigga have him thinking that he planking + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on +Them goons at your front door, choppers out, ding dong +Didn’t I change the game and put my motherfucking team on +Now let my chopper ring +“Blaka!” is my ringtone +Fuck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes +We hold court with them heaters +“Pop!” case open/closed +Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole +And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed – Oreos +I get loaded til I motherfucking overload +Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic’s clothes +Ask them bitches, I told em hoes +They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale Cologero +Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket +Pull em hammers out and run them nigga’s like Stockings +Got some niggas from my city +Thugga, Dizzy, Flow +Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, bitch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil’ One[Intro: Lil' Wayne] +Fuck, man I been on this block all day +(say, say, say, say, say) +Hot man, get off my shirt, hot man +(Oh whatchu got?) Ohhh who that? +Boy that look like Baby, that ain't (that's dubs?) +That ain't Baby (that's dubs?) +That ain't - that is that nigga man (lets go) + +[Baby] Say Lil' One +[Wayne] What, what's happening with you big dog? +[Baby] Look I need to talk about some serious shit dog +[Wayne] Like what? Look I ain't have nothing to do with +Killing them... +[Baby] Slow down, I'm talking bout some getting money shit +And how its gonna go down +[Wayne] Well holla at me nigga, talk to me, let me know something +Cause right now I'm tired of hustling +And these rocks ain't doing nothing +And to tell you the truth I feel like I be out here for the fun of it +I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month, I'm done with it +[Baby] Understand, but you ain't listening you just talking +I said I could get you paid, is you with that offer? +I know you see me coming through everyday pimpin +In a Benz, the Jag, and a Ferrari +[Wayne] Yeah, but I like that Bentley +[Baby] All thats cool shorty, you can get this if you with me +Let me run it down to you bout this shit that I've been getting in +[Wayne] I mean, I'm saying, it sound good, I like that +[Baby] What thats a blunt? +[Wayne] Yeah +[Baby] Light that, nigga I'll be right back +[Wayne] Aight cat, just don't be playing, this worth my while? +[Baby] Lil' daddy I play with hoes, is you a ho? +[Wayne] Nah +[Baby] Say I got work, I need to flood it all over +I can't do it by myself, so I need me a lil' solider +I been peeping ya lil' ass, I see you grinding and shit +[Wayne] I been peeping you too, nigga I see you shining and shit +And you don't even know how long I been trying to find me a brick +To make it flip and take the chips and go an buy me a whip +[Baby] Fuck a whip, that could wait +You worry bout your cake +Once you make enough to play, go buy a Z-28 +[Wayne] A Z-28, boy go head, once I get change +I'mma go an cop me a Range and two platinum chains +[Baby] Well look I ain't fucking with you +You too young from the start +[Wayne] Man that ain't even got anything to do with it +Its dedication and heart +[Baby] Dedication and smarts +Don't put your heart in this game +Cause when you fall to deep in love you get caught in this game +[Wayne] Well correct me when I'm wrong +And acknowlegde me when I'm right +[Baby] Lil' bitch, if your hard head ass listen I might +[Wayne] B, I'm all ears +[Baby] Get your ass in this car +[Wayne] Unlock the door +[Baby] Its unlocked +[Wayne] Don't holla at me +You ain't my pa +[Baby] Now stop playing, look I got a hundred bricks just came +Fifty ki's of raw dope, and fifty bricks of cocaine +Pays five a piece +[Wayne] Every week? +[Baby] Just move it together +I'mma knock off my lil' section +You take care of your area +[Wayne] Ughhh, nigga I been waiting to be the Don 'round here +I'mma have Coke and Dope +It's gone be on 'round here +But how you want me to sell this +Zones, Quarters, Halfs, Ki's? +[Baby] However they ask for it, just give it to them Lil' Wheez +[Wayne] I'm all for it cousin +I'mma get me a million +If power get between it I'mma split me a nigga +[Baby] You better, but when I get you this shit nigga +Let them have it +I bet you be on the block, working - directing traffic +[Wayne] Like you park here, you park there, you meet me in the cuts +[Baby] Say Lil' One +[Wayne] What's up? +[Baby] We gonna fuck it up +[Wayne] Nigga what? Nigga what? Haha +{*Car sounds in background as you hear Lil' Wayne +Whispering something you can't understand*}3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Like Dat[Verse 1] +Modern day gangsta, old school playa +A fine display of greatness at it's greatest +Send an array of strays at any patriot +Breaking down K's instead of quarters, it's kettle water +Please, no more zip locks or shoe boxes +My little niggas in school got shit now +All of the teachers in the school got fixed +When they seen me in the streets they give me gifts +I ain't riffing or raffing or rapping or yapping +No I ain't from the Nolia, but I'm clapping +No I ain't into coke, but I have it +No I ain't into dope, but I stock it +Like I ain't got the po in my pocket +No I don't like they clothes but I cop it +The white man looking like I ain't fit to go in my pocket +No I ain't fit to stop I'm still poppin +Holla, like I ain't at your throat +I'm a turtle neck collar +Our purpose is respect with a capital R +Whoever don't die today, they'll be back tomorrow nigga +I'm on a Harley, cruising by rides +With the stogey in my mouth, Makeveli in the iPod +Weezy F., nine milli and the eye's lied +Make you think that was a fire squad +The way I fire mine, in reality yall behind mine +So I can't see you, all you see is Evisu signs +WeezyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Biznite[Intro] +Biznite.Biznite..Nothing but it + +[Verse 1] +I'm dippin' in a black milleny benny sittin on twentys +Top off when the city's windy me and pretty Cindy +She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sippin remy +I'm Iceburg nothin but Whinnie all the way to my tennie +I'm hotter than a semi' cause this skirt shes wearing mini +And plus my head is spinnin from drinkin this fifth of Henny +I stop at any deli cause this freakin with her penny +And ain't no tellin how many she 'umm already been in +We get inside the room and she gigglin plain grinnin +Slowly the lights dimmin and I'm slippin on my jimmy +I'm feelin with her titties this is only the beginnin +I stick it in her kitty now she screamin come on gimme +I'm flippin this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin +I'm hittin got her twistin this is my ninny you hear me +And when its time to quit I got her soakin wet and drippin +She asked me for a kiss ah.. + +[Chorus] +Biznite is you trippin +Biznite is you trippin +What +Biznite is you trippin +What +Biznite is you trippin +He he he Wha.. +You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite +Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite +'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk +If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa +Nope I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +No I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +Nope I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +If your baby come out saying wha.. I ain't the pa +[Verse 2] +I ride up in a Porsche Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha +I got her when I stopped her at McDonalds with her partner +I jocked the way she rocked her lil Versasce and her Prada +I'm Iceburg or Bahama from bottom to collar +I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holla +I popped up by her mamas so her nigga won't know nada +She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward +Now hopped up in my car and started talkin bout her doctor +She said she started ridin it in her babys fathers Honda +She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda +I'm drivin to the label to the back and put the top up +I roll down all the windows put the car in function "watch the" +I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro +It took five minutes to bang then you know she propper +I'm knockin out her brains +We got the car shakin' and rocklin' +She asked me for a kiss ah + +[Chorus] +Biznite whats your problem +Wha.. +Biznite whats your problem +Wha.. +Biznite whats your problem +Wha +Biznite whats your problem +Wha +You nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite +Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite +'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk +If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa +Nope I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +No I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +[Verse 3] +There was this stupid name was Lucy came up to me at the movies +Said she just saw Balla Blockin and thought that I was cute +And but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday +I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie +I knew she was a new from head to shoulder check this Gucci +And me I'm Iceberg Tom and Jerry, Daffy and Goofy +She say "oo" it would be so nice and usually she would do it +But lately she been spooked her boo just come from institution +I say that's cool cuz I don't really wanna have to shoot him +I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it +As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six +She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution +I scootin a run through straight to my house I won't be foolish +She had no bathin suit and then want me to see her booty +I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi +She asked me for a kiss ah + +[Chorus] +Biznite is you stupid +Biznite is you stupid +What +Biznite is you stupid +What he he he why? +Because your nothin but a sack chasin cock tastin biznite +Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite +'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk +If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa +Nope I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +No I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +No I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +If your baby come out saying wha.. I ain't the pa +You're a sack chasin cock tastin biznite +Your never gonna amount to anythin but a biznite +'cuz all I wanna do is hit it raw I don't even wanna talk +If your baby come born with braids I ain't the pa +Nope I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +No I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +Nope I ain't the pa +Hell no I ain't the pa +If your baby come out throwin up "W"'s I ain't the pa nigga +HMMMMMMMM- +HMMMMMMMMM +I ain't the pa +HMMMMMMMM- +HMMMMMMM +Ion wanna talkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Don’t Like It (Light)[Intro: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap] +I don't even know what that bitch saying +But I don't know what most of these bitches be saying anyway +Most of these bitches don't know what the fuck they be saying +It's not even light out +Yeah, let's go + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap] +Uh, I break the leg off a bitch +And kick her in the ass with her own shit +I'm getting tired of my own dick +'Cause it keep me up all fucking day and fucking night +It's just fucking all fucking day and fucking night +I can't believe this butter butt fuck a butter knife +My dick get hard when thunder strikes +I need help, I need a light +I know they gonna cross me if they crossed Jesus Christ +I cross my heart, hope to die +Met a bitch that was rich who never seen roaches fly +I took her to the South side, left her ass outside +Legs open mouth wide +I get high like them niggas on that movie How High +Or maybe higher [?] die or live in fear +I hope new rappers disappear +But I ain't worried 'cause they will in a year, haha +It's not even light out +You appear to be a queer +I leave you in a swamp crying crocodile tears, haha +As the crowd cheers, thank you +I thank God every day because I ain't you, haha +[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap] +But you've somewhere to be +I'ma let that bitch sing +No hesitation +No, I've never seen you like this +And I don't like it +I don't like it +But she's always talking to me Lord +I don't like it +I don't like it +I don't like it at all +Shit, you still ain't finished? +I don't like it + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap] +Alright, kiss me on my bullet wound +Before I jump the broom, I'd rather jump over the fucking moon +Your girl just told my girl she wanna lick what's in my underoos +And every time I tell her "Leave," she hate to go like summer school +I spit, I vomit, I pukes, I shits, I number twos +I makes money, makes moves and make fun of you +I jump off her clit and I land on her face +I squeeze on her tits 'til her implants deflate +Bet I jump off some shit and I land on my skate... board +If life is a bitch, mine is Betty... Ford +They try to make me go to rehab +Rest in peace Amy Winehouse +I hope I sign your autograph before I sign out +Merlot color flag with my 9 out +It's not even light out +I cock and shoot, look like I'm calling time-out +But I'm not +[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap] +But you've somewhere to be +I just shoot her +No hesitation +Pow +No, I've never seen you like this +Pow +And I don't like it +I don't like it +I don't like it +She don't like it +I don't like it at all +She know she like it + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Imogen Heap] +Shanell just walked in +They find your hand sticking out the water like a shark fin +When I was young, I used to cry because I had dark skin +Martin Luther King gon' slap the shit out me when I die, man +I can make any bitch shit in my hand +And mush it in your face like a pie pan +I used to fuck your girl, but that pussy feel like dry land +Smoking on that good make me look like I'm from Thailand +Fuck y'all niggas, not literally +My girl from Italy +But fuck that shit, I'll make your bitch swallow my little me's +I make the healthiest motherfucker sick of me +And hoes wanna have my baby like Billie Jean +But beat it +Get it? Jerk it off, beat it +It's not even light out +Yeah, and dry pussy tastes better when it's bleeding +Now tweet it +I can't believe I said "Tweet" in a rap +But you've somewhere to be +I thought I'd never say that +Fuck, I hate this song +No hesitation +No, I've never seen you like this +And I don't like it, I don't like it +I don't like it at all6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s Not Love[Hook] +That’s not love +That’s not love +That’s not love + +[Lil Wayne - Verse 1] +Snakes in the grass, so I stay in the pavement +Survived the battle with animals and cavemen +And dead animals and dead men +I’m all in and my only friend is Amen +Keep your mouth cosed, you wanna know why you die +The answer’s right under your nose +Exposed to the street, in the game I don’t cheat +I just play my position, get MVP +I get money, don’t shit come free +It’s my life and I run it even when +Keep my business in my pockets, don’t wash with bleach +And I never show my hand, not even to me +See… + +[Hook] + +[Fabolous - Verse 2] +Say what’s on your heart if you’re real +Cause the scars you can’t see be the hardest to heal +And I used to chase money, now I have it brought +Cause you can only chase something that you haven’t caught +If there’s a summertime in hell, it’s not as hot +You empty clip niggas ain't got a shot +These diamonds on my neck are an eyesore +Now you decide if their to die for +Advice to my haters, do what I say now +Report to the nearest roof and take the fast way down +Thought it was love, how foolish of us +I do me, she do her, sometimes we do eachother +[Hook] + +[Lil Wayne - Verse 3] +Look, as the crooked World revolves +Love spelt backwards is evol (evolve) +And Evil spelt backwards is live or live +And when death comes you better have lives to give +I spit that real talk like knives to ribs +And rats die ugly, die with kids +These niggas is snitching and still living +I hope my words are like razors to the bitches +Niggas pretend like they actually in +But when it go down they fuck around and be them +That blood look familiar when it’s leaking +If you scared, go see a Deacon nigga +That ain't love + +[Hook] + +[Fabolous - Verse 4] +Life is but a dream +Ain't always what it seems +Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream +Raise your glass and lets toast to when we didn't have +Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math! +I see these haters in passing, yeah they ’round +I be on the way up, they be on the way down +Now I can sit and talk shit like Skip Bayless +You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless +Lifestyle A-list, young black and famous +Bunch of bad bitches in an Ipod playlist +Just anothger page in my success story +I make my worst enemies wish the best for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Remember Me[Intro: Lil Wayne & B.G.] +Say Weezy (Whats Hannin?) +Can they remember me? +Lil Weezy +Make 'em remember (Haaa!) ya, nigga +Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!) +Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background! +Let 'em know how you've been thuggin + +[Verse 1] +All I was taught was murder murder +Kill drama, and nothin' less +I strap tha Smith-Wess, and bust.. it in they chest +I had ta hustle hustle hustle hustle +Grind and struggle for success +Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks.. under they dress +Them niggas there with big Willy +Me, I'm full of that dilly +Hope when I catch them slippin' +Him and they daddy's trippin' +Shorty can hold it down +Shorty be totin' rounds +Smellin' like a pound on school grounds +Shorty, wow +Hair... all over my head +Bandana 'round my braids +Eyes bloodshot red +Briches down to my legs, guns up in my trench +When niggas play, they get drenched +My pockets is full of lint +So, nigga, stay off the bend, I'm young with bad nerves +Since I lost my father, I've been troubled hurt and disturbed +So Ion even hesitate to leave 'em on tha curb +And wet them niggas shirt, nigga, get 'em for them birds +Tell them niggas, Geezy! +[Chorus: B.G.] +Remember he? Tha little G, never die +Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die +Remember he? Tha little G, never die +Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die +Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack +Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's +Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real +That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga + +[Verse 2] +Look, look +At times I forgot tha bills +Ain't been home in two weeks +Macita lookin' for me +Tha word all over tha streets +Well, shiiit! I love my momma +But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems +I lay back in tha cut +These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here +We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here +The lights got cut off at my house, and now I'm lookin' for a win-dow +I can't see it, I don' dropped my pile on tha floor +They got some niggas stuntin' in Benz, hey man, them boys ain't riders +*gun cocks* Hand it over, partna, my feet done got tired (Break it off) +Well, picture this, I gotta call from this ole' nigga Beatrice +He said he got that work, and needed me to make it happen (Make it happen) +Well Nigga, shit you hold it down when something shakin, daddy (What?) +Within a week he changed his mind, and... received tha package (What?) +Oh well... back to tha drawin' board (Board) +Cowards start hollerin' cause (Weezy) they know I'm comin' for it +[Chorus: B.G.] +Remember he? Tha little G, never die +Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die +Remember he? Tha little G, never die +Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die +Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack +Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's +Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real +That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga + +[Verse 3] +Lemme tell 'em +You remember that there nigga use to be thuggin' it out (Out!) +Blunt in his mouth, would stayed masked up in the drought +Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move! (Move!) +Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!" +That's how it was... crime, struggle, drivin' for scrubs +Lots of thugs... make niggas count the ants in the mud +Some niggas choose ta come back for me, ride around my set for me +Might start jackin' because I got that SKS with me +!Okay! (!okay!) +Listen, all you ballin' niggas betta !relocate! (!'locate!) +Cause, see, ya'll got it +I gotta make my cheese !rotate! (!rotate!) +And Right now I'm doin' bad +So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag +I'm street-livin'... week for week +No-sleep livin' +Look outside ya window in tha mornin', your jeep missin' +My heat sizzlin' +I'm ready to sweep these niggas +Geezy... make 'em remember Weezy, nigga! +[Chorus: B.G.] +Remember he? Tha little G, never die +Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die +Remember he? Tha little G, never die +Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die +Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack +Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's +Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real +That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga +Remember he? Tha little G, never die +Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die +Remember he? Tha little G, never die +Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die +Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack +Weezy Wee roll with K's, Glocks, and MAC's +Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real +That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga + +[B.G.] +Look, remember that? + +[Lil Wayne] +Huh? Wuz up, (Are you rememberin', Me B.Geezy?) + +[B.G.] +I remember you, nigga, we go way back to True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard +Me + +[Lil' Wayne] +Look, you don't remember me? + +[B.G.] +I remember ya, nigga + +[Lil' Wayne] +I was.. I was (You were doggin') a bad lil nigga... (You were a lil' donkey) Holly +Grove 17, off top, nigga (Uh-huh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Respect Us[Intro: Lil Wayne] +What what what +What what what +What what what +Listen, listen + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +When I come through bustin' +Everybody on the block be runnin' +Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I be thuggin' +Got them things, ten a key, hustlin' +Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be.. there +And my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. there +And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. here +And if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare +This is all I know, it's gang bang +I hustle and slang slang +My block.. I hang hang +Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man +I represent CMB +My sell is ten a key +I usually get in beef +Was taught that it's him or me +I pop at bustas quick +I rock half of a brick +I chop that, Dominic's +My shop here by the vic's +I always.. thug in black +And always.. bustin' gats +Your girl legs.. pumpin' back +Now how you... lovin' that? +[Chorus: Juvenile] +Hot Boys wodie, respect us +Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords +It's warfare, you betta, vest up +But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up +Hot Boys wodie, respect us +Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords +It's warfare, you betta, vest up +But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Listen, listen +I give it to 'em how they ask me +Raw and nasty +Tha AK, I pack it +Believe I'm 'bout that action +Slash a busta like a fraction +I'm on that yolla +Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder +Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks +Now it's time for your momma to order a dozen of T-shirts +For only half-a brick +I'll blast tha fifth +And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip +Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what +But it's about to get ugly +Ya'll betta call people up +I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts +Wayne 'bout to (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up +Ya'll betta duck +When it get real, they hide from me +But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it +Man, I'm thuggin' 'til the day I-I die, cousin +Weezy Wee, let 'em burn, bring the fire truck in (Whoop!) +[Chorus: Juvenile] +Hot Boys wodie, respect us +Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords +It's warfare, you betta, vest up +But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up +Hot Boys wodie, respect us +Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords +It's warfare, you betta, vest up +But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up + +[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] +Nigga, let it be known +I'll come blow up your home +Take a few blunts to tha dome +And.. show up alone +Just me and my.. flame-torch +Wayne start.. danger +Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya +Burnin' off that Hennesy +Some-a ya'll be feminine +Bounce in with a twitch +Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch +God damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speak +I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat +Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid +I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takes +I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper +Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature +Tote M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hot +Sell raw coke to keep.. my.. Glock.. hot +Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man +And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man +What! +[Chorus: Juvenile] +Hot Boys wodie, respect us +Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords +It's warfare, you betta, vest up +But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up +Hot Boys wodie, respect us +Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords +It's warfare, you betta, vest up +But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up + +[Outro: Juvenile] +Uh, uh, uh +Say Lil' Weezy +You did this one here, ya heard me +They ain't gon' never get well from this one +It's like they said, boy +In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne +It's your throne, man, run that thang +17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown +Do that there +Huh, huh, huh, huhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Gangsta[Intro] +Hey, take a real good look at the boy +And tell me if you see just as much gangster as I feel, Y'know? +Cause that there is all I can be man +That there is just me man +W-E-E-Z-Y +WE! Hey! + +[Verse 1] +Wayne deep in the grova, out comes the small soldier +Alcohol and douja, bother my composure +Oh lord, am I supposed to be this way? +Do I live no good? This may be wrong but it feel so good +Far from home, I still feel so hood +I got the set on my belly +That shit gon' be there till a nigga get buried +I ain't scary, bring it, I'm ready +I be on them Antera's to the cranberry +Handle the whip like Andretti +And I handle a bitch like my man Nelly +My nick(?) gotta go down down baby... till I uh oh, y'know! +I move a rainbow lambo on mo-mo's +As far as dough go, I'm up like no-do's +Bet I never sweats no ho +I don't get no type of threats from no foe's +I don't threat the po-po's cause I don't respect the po-po's +Many say that I possess a dope flow, and I accept +Cause when I'm being Weezy I'm at my best +[Hook x2] +And even if I wanted to I can't change... I'm gangsta! +"Just as sure as my name is D'wayne" (Tony! Toni! Toné! sample) +I say I'm gangsta.. y'know + +[Verse 2] +I ball hard like a small guard +The small boy sliding out a large toy +Me fall off? Naw boy, I'm a stand through it +The flow deserving ovation so clap your hands to it +The flow is real so A-man to it, jam to it +..been a minute since Block is Hot, this is man music +..had opinions for Block is Hot but this is grand music +..hand, blew it because the bands who damn igloo it +..and I ram the damn dick to your people's people/ +Get mo' booty than Benzino's single, from bi-sexual to bi-lingual +After I sex you up it's "bye skeezer" +And I see you later baby, I'm a player +The chrome wide, fee on the five g/ +I sit deep wit my heat 'case shit gets steep +Weezy a dirty south boy, I eat pig feet +I'm just me.. foreal, I'm just me + +[Hook x2] +And even if I wanted to I can't change... I'm gangsta! +"Just as sure as my name is D'wayne" (Tony! Toni! Toné! sample) +I say I'm gangsta.. y'know +[Verse 3] +And nah I'll pro'lly never kill nobody, but I've pointed my pistol +And those of you who I pointed it at, I'll still kill ya +I'm still familiar wit the hustle +I could go dope, weed or coke, bet I'll never see broke +And I know to never say never but whatever, I never felt better than now +I'm 19, I'm a veteran now +When I.. step out my house I need weaponry now +Fuck around and I bet it be bloaw, YEAH! +And they.. wondering how I get so rich as a child +Remember, I was before Romeo and Bow Wow/ +Shit, I had O's way befo' Romeo or Bow Wow +But no disrespect my daughter crazy bout 'em +And.. notice how you notice nothing's fake about me +There's something great about me +And I'm still young so there's plenty more to break about me +And people brace yourselves, place yourselves in these 7 and a halves +You don't know the half, and tell me who can walk my path +Not a soul +Your boy live his life on the edge.. Geronimo +..the endge, Geronimo!/ + +[Hook x3] +And even if I wanted to I can't change... I'm gangsta! +"Just as sure as my name is D'wayne" (Tony! Toni! Toné! sample) +I say I'm gangsta.. y'know +[Outro] +I can't change, I'm a gangsta! +This is me people, you can either, love me or hate me +But no matter what I'm a always be me man! +W-E-E-Z-Y, WE! +That be me +There's only one word for me +Gangsta!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Weezy F. Baby (Mr. Biggs)[Verse] +Nigga I'm young as a muhfucka +But money a muhfucka +Young Money muthafucka, get it in blood puddles +Shit, I'm in the south where we living in mud puddles +Shit is a drug struggle when you niggas upping prices +I hug the Glock like a turn buckle +Can't get stop by the vices, no license +Rolling like dices on the streets +Where the odds is high +Where the crime is life +And the life is time, and the time is jail +And in the jail you stressin +The judge probably hit me with an algebraic expression +But I get away free like Ocean's Eleven +And I motion the metal, like a pro-fe-ssional +And when I'm rolling especially, like a pimp suppose to +Watch how you sit down somethings in that sofa +If she with me, you know that something's in that ho bra +She's a foreigner so she say coca +I get broke off and they get brok-er +They like so what, i'm like so when? +We going know then how the turn in turn out +Cause we going shoot back till the burners burn out +Till the burning burn down every house the block hold +I'm hollering at you niggas with every shot the Glock hold +You can't see me there's a thousand blind folds +And my mind state is put a thousand on top of those +Chea, I do school and do lunch at Pappadeaux's +They want beef I turn that to that to sloppy joes +Copy cats brrrrrrat, copy those +Had a strong relationship with expensive clothes +This stuntin shit is extensive and intense +Like pulling up in something Americans can't invent +Chea, I make them fall back, they gotta indent +Like a paragraph, the first sentence, shit +I'm way smarter man, I'm more gifted +Straight from the womb to pro, prolific +I'm so, I'm so so, I'm so lifted +High in the sky, me and pops taking pictures +That’s my vision, until my vision is vivid +Ima give it all I got we good jigga you bitches”EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let’s Go[Intro: Baby] +It's gravy nigga. Believe it +You hot? Fuck it. Hot as a firecracker +(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag +(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look) + +[Verse 1: Baby] +Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat +I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack +And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac +Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest +If I don't know shit, I know cars and broads +I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off +And I done saw my nigga get life behind them bars +To them dog hoes, nigga, we scream "fuck 'em all!" +I hustle hard in these city streets +I got my block on fire with my HB's +Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r +Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard +And you can find me +Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin' +Got the whole motherfuckin block loaded and smokin' +Nigga know one thang: its some uptown shit +If a nigga get it fucked, then we killin' a bitch + +[Chorus: Baby & Lil Wayne] +Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat +I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack +Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga +'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga +Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top +I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks +Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga +If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Better pay attention now so you don't forget later +I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper +Don't make me take ya, play ya +I cock the Glock and spray ya +Call it a caper, won't be no as-salamu alaykum +And J, he got the gauges, they cocked and ready +Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy +Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known +I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone +Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls +Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off +Lock the spot down +Respect it young nigga, I'm creepin' over +Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders +I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever +Nigga it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend +You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed +Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me + +[Chorus: Baby & Lil Wayne] +Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat +I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack +Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga +'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga +Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top +I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks +Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga +If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler +You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya +Some of the, niggas that you run with are, suckas bruh +None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya +Niggas can't hold me down, wodie wild +'Cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds +They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white +No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife +See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour +I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure +Niggas got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song +But yall gon' twist it and end up all gone +Dog-gone cocksuckers, you not thuggers +I pop dozens of Glocks, cousins, in my struggle +So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere +I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere + +[Chorus: Baby & Lil Wayne] +Nigga I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat +I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack +Well let's go nigga, see we can slide nigga +'Cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga +Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top +I got a blunt, and a Glock, and a bag of rocks +Let's go nigga, let's slide nigga +If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride nigga +[Outro: Baby]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Poppin (Remix)[Lil Wayne] +Chris Br-eezy I ... see ya daddy + +Ya, right off the bat +I'm a mack +We can get it popping, we can get it crack-in' +And if your man is whack +And if he lack what I pack +Then I will make you lack him +Shorty we can do what you wanna, how you wanna +Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them +And my clip never droppin' +We can get it poppin' like a mac-ten +Brrrr-Dat Dat Dat on your back back back +I smack smack smack that +And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue +And it goes Brrrr-At-Dat Dat Dat +Now who wanna get shot baby I could tap that +Yup I could tap that (atta?) Rat Pack +I could lay back like a fat cat +But I'm a big dog on any track +Ah- and we got it pumpin' every night every night +When we get into our thing +You know I had to tell them young niggas +When it come to the women I just switch like a mood ring +But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain +I'm hot, I smoke like two trains +I'm trained, I know how to do things +My thing - hot like blue flame +Flame- the fireman put it out +She hot- the fireman put her out +All she gotta do is call up emergency +And I will be on my way to the house +Knock, Knock -- I know somebody home +Don't leave me knockin' baby +All you gotta do is bring that corn +And we can get it poppin' baby +[Chris Brown] +Say what yo' name is +Ooh yeah that fits you girl +Tell me where you headed +Can I walk with you girl? +You got that look in your eyes +That look like you give your boy here a good ol' time +And I'm on it girl, that's right I'm on it girl +See this is the first time I had a girl +Who's looks set me on fire +I'm really trying to get to know you better girl +You ain't gotta act like you shy +Cause we gon' do, something +Something is gon' get, done +And we gon' get, crunk +And have a lot of, fun +And I say... + +Shorty, shorty +She growing her hair +She working them jeans +She talking that talk just li-li-like I like it +She keep it on and, poppin' +Shorty keep it on and poppin' +Ooh, oh, ooh yeah +Shorty, shorty +The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot +Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking +You got me open and waitin', and poppin' +You keep me on and poppin' +Oh, oh +Unh, unh, let me tell you +I'm tryin' to keep my swagger, but you 'bout to have +Me girl +Jump through about four or five hoops of, ooh baby +Let's take it to the hood so the people can see you +Girl +Oh yes you're mean and vicious the way you switchin' +Now I say +This is the first time I had a girl +Who's looks set me on fire +I'm really trying to get to know you better girl +You ain't gotta act like you're shy +Cause we gon' do, somethin' +Somethin' is gon' get done +And we gon' get, crunk +And have a lot of, fun +Oh, oh oh oh + +Shorty, shorty +She growing her hair +She working them jeans +She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it +She keep it on and, poppin' +Shorty keep it on and poppin' +Ooh, oh, ooh yeah +Shorty, shorty +The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot +Ain't no mistaking, playin' or fakin' +You got me open and waitin', and poppin' +You keep me on and poppin' +Oh, oh +[Juelz Santana] +Ya Dipset! I'm Santana, 'ey! + +How ya doin' baby, nice to meet ya +Wait, let me not mislead ya +First off, I'm about my dough and cheese +Just call me a slice of pizza +Yup- I'll be your pizza guy +Deliver your pizza pie +I got a chauffer named Woodrow +Car named Bentley +When I speak he drives +Shorty know how to work it like a model +She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle +Baby if you was a car +I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago +I leave you on a higher note +Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note +You get diagnosed +With a higher dose +Of what you never had before- me! +Plus I ain't like them other guys that be cryin' broke +Whinin' broke +I'm about my bread, you heard what I said +Baby I'm a loaf! +Come let me screw ya +Bring it here, let me be your tutor +We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that +Scooter +Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G +In the back of my Maserati +Then I drop you off before curfew time +The kind of guy I be +Oh I'm +So kind +Them other guys ... are not like me +So don't pay them ... no mind +Uh-uh! + +[Chris Brown] +Shorty, shorty +The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot +Ain't no mistaking, playin', or fakin' +You got me open and waitin', and poppin' +You keep me on and poppin' +Oh, ohEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She Bad[Lil Wayne] +Met shawty up in Urban Outfitters +She killin’ these hoes now I’m murkin' out with her +Shit, I’m just tryna work it out with her +Got a gym at the crib, now I’m workin' out with her +She heard about me +She heard of my niggas +She heard about you and she heard we out did ya +Yeah, you know what I’m talkin' bout nigga +If her pussy is a house then I’m a house nigga +She bad + +[Kidd Kidd] +Yeah K-I double D +Got the baddest bitch like Trina with me +Yeah, my shawty bad, got them other hoes mad +She tell em get glad handle zip lock bags +Bad girl I’ma leather whip your ass +Have a seat in my detention class +Slam like Michael, jam like Michael +Man, shawty bad like Michael + +[Mack Maine] +Met at the mall, walked in the store +Told her hi, buy it all +Your boyfriend creep but baby I crawl +You got some pretty feet +Hello, how you doing, she said she doing fine +Where ya baby daddy, she said he doing time +I said that's cool, she said that's not +She said I’m cold, I said that's hot +Cause she bad +Cause she bad +Cause she bad +Cause she bad +Cause she bad +Cause she bad +Cause she bad +Cause she bad +Cause she bad +[Lil Wayne] +Cause she bad to the marrow +Gone til tomorrow +I get to the point keep ya eye on the arrow +Your boyfriend is zero, I Rob his DeNiro +I ride rims wide and my tire's very narrow +My, I’m so fly like an eagle +Ask yo bitch, she reply like an echo +Yeaaah, and I'mma have to rehab +If I keep fuckin' with baby girl +Cause she bad +Cause she bad + +[Kidd Kidd] +I told you she the baddest +Look at her ass standin' out it’s outstandin' +And she nasty to say she married him +Mother ain't Marge but she suckin' like Maggie +And I’m hood, I want you on top of the hood +You one bad ass lumberjack handlin' that wood +You too bad, tell me whats good +Not bad meaning bad but bad meanin' good + +[Lil Wayne] +Because she’s too bad +She too bad +And she probably got a nigga in love with her +That’s too bad, I don’t care +Cause she bad, cause she bad +Cause she bad, cause she bad +Cause she bad, cause she bad +[Mack Maine] +For President electioning, represent +Shawty can’t be heaven sent +Cause she bad, but we had a good time at ? +Now she sad cause I’m gone gettin' back to the cash +But its back, she’s bad, cause she bad like we bad +Now she glad cause we back and he mad cause she glad +Like yeeeah +I’ma have to rehab +If I keep fucking with baby girl +Like yeah and I’mma have to rehab +If I keep fucking with baby girl +Like yeah and I’ma have to rehab +If I keep fucking with baby girl3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Warriors[Chorus] + +Warriors! Come Out And Play! X2 +Warriors Ey Ey x3 + +Gd Up From The Feet Up ABCDEF + +Im A G To The End The End Of The Road +But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove +Looks Like We At The End Of The O +Drop A 4 In A 20 Ounce And Call It 24 +U Sit On 24s And We Sip On 24s +Got The Caddy's Sitten On A Pair Of Gucci Penny Loafs +I Get Money Fuck With Bitches That Get Me Mo +Man You Know The Plan Same Shit Different Hoes +Ya We Cut The Ears And The Tails Off +Mickey Mouse Never Been A Rat Never Had Him In The House +Call Me Captain Kangaroo But I Got Money In My Pouch +But I Don't Mean Loose Change When I Say Money In The Pouch +Ya Dig Ya +Im Getting Paid That's What I Already Said +Seek These Niggas Like To Brief On These Niggas +Got A Bitch Name Nina And Nina So Sluty +Cus She Do Him And Never One Of His + +[Chorus] + +[Drake] + +Are You Listening? Is Anybody Listening? +Walk Into The Room And You Can Smell The Clive Christian Scent +A Lot Of Niggas Threatened My Postion And +Thrillen Bars You Think Im Writing With John Krishenpen +I Need Rossi +Never Mind The Pricing +Know We Brought Cake To The Party, No Icing +No Ice On Big Phantom No License +Fuck If You're Feeling Me As Long As Your Wife Is +No One In My City Got A Pocket Like Drizzy +I Can Rock Fitted Jeans Cuz My Credit Card Skinny +Its Pitch Black And Covers All Incidentals +And Mrs Wrong Sorry You Ain't Notice My Potential +Fuck Yall Rappers And Your Self-Proclaimed Status +I Can Only See Green Now I Happy Saint Pattys +Ya I Know Your Waiting On The Last Quote +Check The Sound Scan And You Can See Im The Last Hope + + +[Chorus] + + +[Jay-Z] +I Told You Niggas 9 10 Times Stop Fucking With Me +Put That Knife In Ya +Take A Little Bit Of Life From Ya +Am I Frightening Ya? +Shall I Continue +Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A Song +I Let It Hum To Ya +The Others One Sing Along +Now It's A Duet? +Nd You Wet, When You Check Out The Technique +From The Two Teckz +And I Don't Need Two Lips To Blow This Like A Trumpet +You Dumb Shit, This Is An Unusual Musical I Conduct It +You Looking At The Black Warren Buffet +So All Critters Can Duck Sick +I Don't Care If You See The Laurens Tucket +Or You Bill O Reilly You Only Ralling Me Up +For 3 Years They Had Me Peeing Out Of A Cup +Now They Bout To Free Me Up +What You Think Im Goin Be? What? Rehabilitated? +Man I Still Feel Hatred +Im Young Black And Rich So They Wanna Strip Me Naked +But You Never Had Me Like Christina Agulari +But Catch Me Down The West Side Driving Like Halle Berry +Or The FDR In The Seat Of My Car Screaming Out The Sun Roof +Death To Ya +You Can't Kill Me I Live Forever Through These Bars +I Put The Wolves On Ya +I Put A Price On Ya Head, The Whole Hood Would Want Ya +You Starting To Look Like Bread +I Send The Boyz At You I Ain't Talking About Feds +Nigga The Body Snatchers Nigga You Heard What I Said +[Chorus]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +1 King[Hook: Lil Wayne] +And when we hit the club +All the bitches know our names +It's Curren$y, Weezy F Baby, Mack Maine +And when we leave the club, everybody know we came +Cause all the ugly bitches left standin in the rain +And when we hit the club +All the bitches know our names +It's Curren$y, Weezy F Baby, Mack Maine +And when we leave the club, everybody know we came +Cause all the ugly bitches left standin in the rain + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Im that nigga, the nigga nigga +The nigga nigga +The Crystal swagger, got shit off in my basement, like Tigger +But mama ain't cookin up shit +Got my lil mama cookin up bricks +I be hookin up with +Them bitches, who be hookin up with +Them bitches, who can hook me up with +Them bitches, who be hookin up with +Them niggas who can hook me up, when they get with em, i send my hittas to get em +And his reply was "you know who you fuckin' with?" +A gun up in ya face and that's all you can come up with? +I'm rawer than a young dick in some bitch, you little niggas +Im right here, you ain't comin +You niggas just fuckin around +I be puffin the pound +By myself, i don't need nobody else +I need help, shit +I leave whelps on ya bitch from my D&G belt +Hot boy in ya mouth i melt +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +And when we hit the club +All the bitches know our names +It's Curren$y, Weezy F Baby, Mack Maine +And when we leave the club, everybody know we came +Cause all the ugly bitches left standin in the rain +And when we hit the club +All the bitches know our names +It's Curren$y, Weezy F Baby, Mack Maine +And when we leave the club, everybody know we came +Cause all the ugly bitches left standin in the rain1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Diamonds on My Neck (Freestyle)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Young Weezy in this motherfucker handcuff her +She ain't nothin' but some stairs, I done ran up her +I feel player haters' stares, they ain't sayin' nothin' +They ain't makin' 'nough from jacks, they ain't takin' nothin' +I be wakin' up the ma, we just straight fuckin' +She get a date with the boy, bitch super lucky +And the money stills smell like the stuff +I've been countin' all day, got a hundred paper cuts +Got a, mouth of syrup and a white paper cup +Leanin' like a motherfucker, might not even say wassup +I'm the personal trainer, take the key, shape it up +Got rocks on my neck, nigga get your nature up +Smokin' on that bubble gum got a nigga numb +90 G's each wrist make a bitch cum +I just spent a Maserati on my chain man +So when I'm movin' I just say I'm switchin' lanes man +Made a permanent stain, my name name-brand +Bet I schooled your bitch with no game plan +I'm a rock star, niggas know the block part +Niggas know I got bread, toast and pop-tarts +Hard top cars, drop tops as well +Hard work, soft work, chop chop and sell +Cock block hand held, pop pop oh well +Diamonds on my whole chain, flamin' up the whole L +[Hook: Biggie Smalls] x2 +Diamonds on my neck, dia-diamonds on my neck +Diamonds on my neck, dia-diamonds on my neck +I'm smokin' pounds of green, smokin' pounds of green +Smokin' pounds of green, smokin' pounds of green + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Hot boy baby, hotter than them other boys +Standin' by the heater in the summer with the oven on +I'm the nigga that your baby mama lovin' on +Spend your child support on the dress and it's coming off +The youngin is somethin' stunnin' with the tummy off +The Testarosa got a ulcer, I'm just stuntin' ya'll +Birdman JR, I get that money ya'll +Workin' that traffic, call me the cross guard +I ball hard like the playoffs bitch +Ya'll niggas ain't playin' in the championship, shit +Where my streets at, nigga where my G's at? +Red rags up, where my where my B's at? + +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thinking To Myself (Her Eyes)Young money, young, young, young, young money, young mula baby + +[Hook:] +And I can smell her looking at I +She recognize real I don't wear no disguise +And I can see it in her eyes +She fucking me with her eyes +She fucking me with her eyes +She fucking me with her eyes +She fucking me with her eyes, yeah + +[Lil Wayne:] +Gazing out the window of somethin foreign +Thinking to myself-self +How come getting money never gets boring +How come getting money never gets boring +Baby I got a stack now whatcha gon do for it +Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus +Shawty I got a stack now whatcha gone do for it +Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus +Girl I am hotter than poppa bears pourage +Baby can I put ma private parts in ya storage +I can treat ya flower like a muthafuckin florist +Shawty we can kick it like ma name Chuck Norris +Haha, yeah +[Hook] + +[Kidd Kidd:] +Her chanel frames are like X-rays +She see us out the club and into the bed +She picture me in her head and her givin' head +Handcuffs and whips I'm a sex slave +No wraps on ma back, rah, whatcha name? +I yell kunta rah kunta kinte +With one foot off I still try to escape but who can I run to like escape +I guess I got some attention to pay +The girl blazin like a doughnut on a early sunday +And I could be the chocolate on top of her sundae +She lookin at me like a fat bitch infront of entree + +[Hook] + +[Mack Mane:] +You see she wreckless eye baller feelin a nigga swagga +If looks was fuckin no telling how many kids we done had +Got me feelin like Missy, cause she all in my grill +And be face off the peel time to give her that whip a peel +Betcha I can get her home, 4 shots of patron +And then I know it's on tell my niggas look I'm gone +Ma you grown so don't worry bout your girls tryna criticize +One night with Mack & babygirl you'll be dick-notized +Fatten up your hips and thighs +Help that ass bout out +And on the next song tell her give ma dick a shout out +See she could be ma sockee +And I could be her plug +Or she could be ma fiend and I could be her drug +No disguise +[Hook] + +[Nicki Minaj:] +All I do is ice grill em +Then he get hard again +He know my pussy stay warmer than a cardigan +Slippery, slimey, excuse me don't mind me +Say it's too fat for me to be this tiny +I'm such a maniac, lemme get some brainiac +You know that special head, like I'm in special ed +Got me givin you these nasty looks +Stick me up with the uh, that's the nasty jooks +Now, I get him rockier than a caveman +I deep deep I deep throat it till it cave in +Uh, you know you like that +Now putcha putcha ring on +Where ya wife at? +The Mistress + +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Soul Survivor[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I be like why not? +My nigga Khaled in here with me +I fucks with my homie +TS + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Young boy call me Weezy F Baby +Got a whole lot of money, and a bunch of ways to make it +I'mma country ass nigga got diamonds in my teeth ho +Chopper that I'm toting make me feel like Deebo +Rock a nigga boat then speed off on the speedboat +Take a nigga ho and skeet all in her speedo's +Take a nigga ho and show her how to break a kilo +Show the bitch how to turn a bird into a beetle +Weezle F. Baby, no cliche +Just money, hard dick, no foreplay +Standing in the court way, fuck what the court say +There's money on the corner baby, welcome to my workplace +Sippin' with my drink laced, you know how I get down +I promise baby I'mma fall asleep if I sit down +Uptown his town, Hollygrove hizzound +Fuck with the little man, you will never get found +211 187, I'm on a mission +Mother fuck whoever higher, but I gotta get mine +This time I'm going for the big climb +And the boy about to incline, Jigga man I'm nearby +When it come to realize, the sooner they'll feel mine +But I ain't on that, I got money on my mizz-ind +Little ass niggas, stand tall like I'm 6'9" +Cash Money, Young Money, meet you at the finish line, bitch nigga +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +See all these new rappers got me missin' Biggie and Pac +And all these fake Jacobs made me get rid of my watch +And Hollygrove you can't get rid of my block +With all these big-heads, you'd think this was Benjamin's block homie +Cinnamon drop hop out spit at your pops +Behind mine, I'll do 10 in the box nigga +My neck of the woods is Uptown ask for me +Young Maine, Young Money, Cash Money, Fast Money +Had the fiends hittin' the wall thinkin' that they crash dummies +While you little petty hustlers struggling for gas money +I'm on a full tank, bitch I'm bout me +You'll probably catch me and Weezy Baby on South Beach +In back of the Phantom the TVs playing +The game about to start, some bitch singing the National Anthem (fuck) +Whether it's the streets or the CDs, y'all gon' R-E-S-P-E-C-T me + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +If you lookin' for me I be with your bitch nigga +Ho I done fucked and she done sucked my dick (yea) +If it ain't 'bout dollars (yea), then I can't holler (yea) +And everybody know the Birdman the king +And he love his son Wayne so he give me everything +And that's the logics nigga watch it +Keep my name up outta that nigga gossip +Money gon' drain like a brand new faucet +Aren't you conscious? alert for the coppers +They give us the work then throw us in jail +Don't smile for the cameras gotta know when to sail +I'm blowin' an L, low in the 12 +I ain't trippin' on life, I'm a go when I shall +I'm a gangsta baby I'm a gangsta +Weezy Baby please say the babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blinded[Manfred Mann's Earth Band's "Blinded By The Light" Sample] (Lil Wayne) +Blinded by the light (Yeah) +Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (Yeah) +Blinded by the light (Skull Gang) +Blinded, (Young Money) Blinded +Blinded by the light + +[Lil Wayne] +You see my chain glow, follow that rainbow +I can put bangles around yo ashy ankles +I hope you get the picture, like Kinko's +That I love you overall, like paint clothes +Baby, Wayne knows what you like +Now baby gon' shine, cause you bright +And me plus you equals too bright +Baby they gon' be + +[Manfred Mann's Earth Band's "Blinded By The Light" Sample] +Blinded by the light +Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night +Blinded by the light +Blinded, Blinded +Blinded by the lightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Unreleased Freestyle #1I'm a feen for the green yea I'm addicted to money +I gotta feed my addiction that fat bitch is hungry +Since a youngin I've realized it's all about the benjamins +I like Abraham Lincoln and Thomas Jefferson +But every day I'm constantly disrespecting them +Cause I stay wipeing my ass with dead presidents +I am a veteran spitting better than all of these rookies +They think they harder than woodies but they softer than pussy +I'm like a big red button u really don't wanna push me +I stay with the burner I'm always ready to cook beef +I always got them good treez I stay blazing +On the mic my style is bananas like the AK clip +In real life I'm a sick fuck like aids is +With all these banana clips u betta hope I don't go ape shit +I'll give u a face lift for free +I'll leave u witta dry mouth if u tryta spit with me +Victory is wut I am used to +So I'm a just do me u do u +I'm koo koo u think u gotta couple of screws loose +Don't worry I'll tighting that up with my tool dude +I push fat bricks but if u a bad bitch I'll pull u +Don't waste your time tryna battle me cause you'll lose +I'm not playin this ain't a fuckin game to me +I just aim and squeeze and brains'll leak +Veins'll bleed and just stain the streets +No rat but I'm always chasing cheese +My flows nuts so squirrls always rush the booth +I'm into that beastiality yea fuck the bull +If it ain't bout makin money I don't budge or move +If you ain't bout making money who the fuck is u +I am the greatestEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Million Dollar Question[Intro] +Eardrummers! +You outchea fuckin' for a check +I'm outchea juugin for a check + +[Pre-Chorus] +Girl you know my love on autopilot +I tell you "I love you", you be quite +I tell you "I love you", you deny it +You tell me to buy it, I get quiet + +[Chorus 1] +And you say "Why you actin' funny with all of that money?" +I say "Why you actin' bad with all of that ass?" +She say "Why you actin' funny with all of that money?" +I say "Why you actin' bad with all of that ass?" +'Cause I know you do some strange for a little change +You outchea fuckin' for a check, he need your real name +I'm outchea juugin' for a check, I'm on a night train +I'm zoomin in the fast lane, he in the bike lane + +[Verse 1] +Bum bum, these niggas they so whomp whomp +Watchin' me and all they missin' is some pom poms +I got her pussy, numb numb, she say "uh huh" +Cellulite all on that ass, I call it lump sumps +But baby girl, tell me why you actin' funny +Every time I come around, you gotta ask me for money +See really, trickin' off ain't my thing +But I might give you somethin' if you change the game +Now, the only money I probably spend +Is on holidays, like Holiday Inn +And girl I can see it all over your face +That make up ain't making up for the mistakes +You know one thing, you ain't gettin' no money +You stump with your friends and all of them wan' fuck me +You actin' bad, you know I don't get mad +'Cause you know that I don't get mad, I get money +I know these hoes don't get mad, they get even +You know I can't get too mad, I'm too money +Plus I know there's too many dyin' to meet me +Plus the way I put this D down +You hoes should be paying me now +But I'm priceless +Preach +[Chorus 2] +She say "Why you actin' funny with all of that money?" +Why you actin' bad with all of that ass? +Why you actin' bad with all of that ass? +I give your ass a bath with all of this cash +'Cause I know you do some strange for a little change +You outchea fuckin' for a check, he need your real name +Million dollar man, million dollar flexin' +Million dollar question, million dollar question + +[Bridge] +"Why you actin' funny with all that money?" +I say "Why you actin' bad with all that ass?" + +[Verse 2] +She say "Why you actin' funny with all that money?" +I say "Why you actin' bad with all that ass?" +She say "Why you actin' funny?" - "Why you actin' funny?" +Girl why you actin' bad? All that for nothin' +See I gave you my love. Was all that for nothin'? +She say "Y'all the same. Y'all after somethin'." +Wait, baby hold up, baby wait a minute +Don't confuse me with these niggas, I done got offended +Don't confuse me with these niggas, I done got offended +I let you keep the receipt for all that time I'm spendin', shit +[Pre-Chorus] +Girl you know my love on autopilot +I tell you I love you, you get quiet +I tell you about you, you deny it +You tell me to buy it, I get quiet + +[Chorus 3] +'Cause I know you do some strange for a little change +You outchea fuckin' for a check, he need your real name +You outchea fuckin' for a check +I'm outchea juugin' for a check, girl + +[Bridge] +You outchea fuckin' for a check +I'm outchea juugin' for a check, girl +I'm outchea juugin' for a check, girl + +[Outro] +She say "Why you actin' funny with all that money?" +I say "Why you actin' bad with all that ass?" +She say "Why you actin' funny?" - "Why you actin' funny?" +Why you actin' bad? Why you actin' bad? +Why? +Oh why? +Million dollar questionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +THROW SOME D’S FREESTLYE(Lil Wayne) +I can't feel my face the ablum +Now watch me put dis beat 2 sleep like a valium +Neva mind me I just are who I are +A flat footed niga dat walk what he talk +Off 2 da bar pop a few bottles +Straight up out dat water wit my mark jacob goggles +And I go hard like a brett favre spiral +Bytchs n they draws and niggas in denial +Hollagrove harlem pump up the volume +David banner beat bytch butt like a stallion +Touch my medallion and meet my berretta +Leaving you lookin like a burger wit extra ketchup +Now throw yo sets up +We fuck sets up +We pick shells up +You pick ya chest up +Im on my one two's like a push up +L's is filling like a cook up + +(Julez Santana) +Money in the bank +Watcha think +Money in the pocket +Yea I got it +Bytches get plugged like sockets +I lauch slugs like rockets +5 4 3 2 1 bye kid +Living like a gangsta get it like a hustla +Ya girl friend backed up stick her wit da plumber +Baseball batter louisville slugger +I got enough cash to make it rain or thunder +Ice ticker homie betta b getting ya cash up +My wrist Antarctica my neck is Alaska +My pinky is the north pole call me Santa +I spit nicotine call me cancer +(Lil Wayne) +I really dont give a fuck about ya +Wat im saying is that a nigga would take yo heart out cha +And in the neighborhood my face is like a voucher +I swear I keep that gun on guard like a bouncer +A ounce of that kush I smoke that kush +And I run this muthafucker like reggie bush +New orleans crook +Give me wat I took +Me and my money +Thats a good bookEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money, Cars, Clothes[Hook: Swizz Beats] +Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2] +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga +Thats why you only see me with some ape ass niggas +We gotta eat early like break fast nigga +New Orleans landlord where yo gate pass nigga +Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-0-4 yeah +Pussy ass niggas don't survive no mo +And the niggas say they riders +Ain't riders no mo +From the deep part of the water where the divers won't go +Hey sharks, sup piranhas +Them boys catfish, them boys flounders +I pop on roll, I roll around ya +Hit ya with that 2-2 7 times like Casandra +Fucking with my... + +[Hook: Swizz Beats] +Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2] +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money +Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2] +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money +[Verse 2: T-Streetz] +Fuck, what the fuck I look like +Fuck my verse, nigga +Swizz got the hook right +Angel in the kitchen with the beat and it's cooked right +Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right +And I'm the nigga standin over the stove +With a good price with a bitch that ride dick dry bricks and books flights +Drive bricks an book flights +Good by bad days, hello good nights +No my coke look like Carmelo? +Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined +2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9 +It's my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life +And fuck one time it's... + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I murder that boy, I kill that bitch +Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch +I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch +And ya stomach ain't gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit +So ain't no love for no otha so say I fuck them tricks +Ain't no loves flyin now besides birds of them bricks +Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know +A person on pro tools couldn't see my flow +I clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables +Word that I know, called holly grove +Nigga fuck your money, clothes, cars, hoes +Kids, friends, and foes, and you and then I get back to the... +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Damage is Done[Verse 1] +Runnin' from the scene, Hammer in my jeans +Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me +Arm & Hammer Clean on my way to the honeycombe +Hustle all night tell my bitch I'm never coming home +Be there in the morning, stop cryin' bitch +The sun is home, drop it on the living room table +Bitch the money home, I know you ain't gon' stay once the money gone +So while I'm rich I pull my dick and get my fuckin' on +Youngin' on some real "Gangsta Gangsta" shit +Blame it on the neighborhood I was sanctioned in +But I'mma make sure we get them acres +Tell 'em fuck computers, we good with paper +Tell 'em fuck the world cause I'm hood by nature +Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya +The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah +Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, over like yesterday floatin' to the floodgates +This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state +A blood bath, and you ain't nothin' but tub bait +No political justice not even the judge safe +If his ass can't swim he get a closed case +We need our own space, I ain't talkin' about Jupiter +No luck, no help and we the fuckin' future +I'm a hoosier, usually the cool one +But when I need it, I turn into a looter +God forgive, but do he forgive the brutal +Even when it's for the better of your junior +Soon you see that life's just another movie +And the main character dies at the end, usually +There's nothin' that haven't been done that you can do to me +I been hit, I been shot nigga shoot at me! +[Verse 3] +Yeah, money on the mind, murder in the plans +Disturbin' if you may, but it's dinner for the fam +Hustler by law, support when I can +Hustle when I can, tell me nothing I'm a man +Smell my shit as I walk off the stand +Nuts to my feet with my heart in my hand +Pardon my G, but I'm one of a kind +Been shot two times, here to put it in a rhyme +Slow lane, move the Coupe like a 5 +If I get pulled over, bitch I'm gon' do time +And I know my niggas love me, but they can't do mine +So I gotta be smart, get bread or get behind +Get lost or get in line +But the carpet's still fine +So keep tryin', the whole world turnin' back +But we keep tryin' until we get our piece, no piece +Keep Firin' + +BahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rock StarI'm just a rocker dude +Lookin for my rocker girl +Baby I'll rock your boat +Rock your bed, and rock your world +But gotta be as fly as me, me +You gotta know how to rock your stuff, stuff +VH1 Bret Michel's, Be my rock of love +Be as one, big stones +Lemme rock you up +Maybe marriage, baby carriage +Lemme knock you up +I could be your rocker daddy +You could be my rocker mommy +I could your chilly pepper +You could be my hot tamale +Have your ever made to a rockstar +In a hot car with the top off +In the middle of a parkin lot +You don't care who see, who look, or who watch ya +Pretty face +And the body soft as baby skin +She hopped on me and rode +I thought my name was Harley Davidson +You got your tattoos +I got my tattoos too +We stayin all night and do what rockstars do +We got the music +Bumpin thru the system +The room is real smoky +Highlights in a mansion +You loving all day +You sleeping all night +We up and hit the mall +Sweats cus you on bait +Try and imitate us +But could never duplicate us +Pull up in the Ferrari +Saying hello to all my haters +Have you ever mad love +To a rockstar +In a hot car +With his guitar, playing on the side +Have. you. ever. mad. love +You drive a fast car +I drive a fast car too +Suicide doors with the topless roof +Now were cursin +Glasses on the face +Cus he ducking paparazzi, they high speed chasin +We gotta mazaretti but we driven in a range +Cus we don't give a damn +Switch rides by the day, day, day +Now this is what I call rockstar love +This was the question I was thinkin of +Have you ever mad love +To a rockstar +In a hot car +With his guitar, playing on the side +Have. you. ever. mad. love +I'm a R.O.C.K star +And I can play +Like I play my guitar +Call me Weezy F. the best you ever saw +She the best you never saw +Cudnt even loook at me +Got a chauffeur +But he ain't even look me +In the back seat poppin like fried chicken cookin +And in tied to the +Like eyes on bugizzy +Shawty got class +And no I won't play hooky +But no not never +Put my feet on the pedal +And make that guitar go medal like +Ya told your girl +I could play +I could play the guitarEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Love Me, I Hate You[Monologue] +Now listen...lemme preach to 'em +Lemme show 'em why..w-w-what it take... +I ain't gonna say why I'm better than others +'couse i ain't better than nobody, actually +But lemme show 'em why I'm a lot different from everybody else +Because...and what I mean by everybody else I mean everybody else that does what we does +You know, this recordin' industry, music, thing +What I do is, I don't go out to the clubs +And when you do see me in the club, trust me, I have been paid to be there for those thirty minutes that you enjoyed with me +I don't stay inside for nothin' couse my house is nice +I don't just get in my cars and just ride around neighborhoods where no girls are at, because my car is nice +I don't do that +What I do is, I go to studio +And I just stay in the studio +See you have to understand the difference + +The difference between me and you is to you, this is your job +To me, this is my life +The club; that's my job +The mall; that's my job +Your neighborhood; that's my job +This studio; this is my life +This is what I do better than anything +So why wouldn't I do this all the time? +See that's the difference between you and I +You get money and you get crazy +I get crazy and I get money +And the biggest difference between you and I is... +You love me and I hate youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grown Man (Lights Out)[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Dawg you gotta feel me on this one +What it be like dawg? I'm on some, some adult grown up type shit +Look who I be around nigga, look who I been around nigga +Jeezy, Juvie, Turk, B and Slim dawg pay attention dawg + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Age is nothing but some digits, nigga trust me on this +Cause I think I speak for everyone when I say life is a bitch +I ride D L in the C L, gun right in my grip +I slip a clip in every whip cause haters likely to trip +Come home to my future wife and every night she'll flip +She end up catching rights to her lip behind diapers and shit +But I like me a spliff drink henny without the ice when I'm pissed +Go to the club and start a fight thinking I'm Tyson and shit +But I'm a man so I'm able to handle my situations correctly +And I know I might be young but nigga gone definitely respect me +But in the mean while I'm fighting gun charges in court +And in a couple of weeks our next tour about to start +Its like I'm never happy now +Except for the fact my daughter saying I love you daddy now +And that kinda juice me up, but I smoke bout 3 blunts +And puff a cooler boost me up +And say a prayer for everyday +Just so I get through the stuff, but I be like +[Chorus] +Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man +Being responsible for everyone in ya home man +And when you feel like everything is going wrong man +I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man +Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man +Being responsible for everyone in ya home man +And when you feel like everything is going wrong man +I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I try to keep my head up, but I die to keep my bread up +And usually I'm fed up thinking everything's a set up +But I get up this stick out my chest and clutch on my nuts +And I get hit up with all kinda stress +And put up wit the stuff, just trust me it's tough +But I maintain to climb through it all +And I still manage to be Lil Wayne therefore I shine and I ball +And dawg I live for today and hope and pray there's a tomorrow +And I borrow confidence from out my heart when things get awful +And I'm often on the edge stuck without a solution +Someway I still pick it out and shuffle out the confusion +And I don't need nobody so keep yo advice and just doubt me +Cause y'all cats don't really know me, y'all just know about me +But my dawgs be on my side they keep me covered with spirit +And plus I know my fathers watching and my mothers the dearest +And I ain't never say I thought they ain't appreciate what I do +But just know if I wasn't a man we wouldn't make it through, but I be like +[Chorus] +Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man +Being responsible for everyone in ya home man +And when you feel like everything is going wrong man +I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man +Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man +Being responsible for everyone in ya home man +And when you feel like everything is going wrong man +I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Who would have known that this was someday turn out so hectic? +But I chose my own life so I gradually accept it +And I'm influenced and effected by the way it became +And I don't play with it at all so I don't say its a game +And even though I grew up hard and I have gracefully changed +I'm always street so I'll forever be facing a change +And I'll keep the slang brutained on the waist of my pants +And I demand respect from all if not then I'm wasting a man +And if I want it, then I get, and if I need it, I have it +Take care of them family first, plus the liquor and weed is a habit +And ever so often I'm congratulated for the succeeding at last +But when they turn they back I just have Jesus leading my path +And I ain't ask for you to like me, I don't care if you hate me +But don't mistake me, no other man can never make me or break me +Now I be faithfully inspired by the hood til I'm gone +And I dawg I do believe I'm grown so I'll be good on my own, but I be like +[Chorus] +Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man +Being responsible for everyone in ya home man +And when you feel like everything is going wrong man +I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man +Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man +Being responsible for everyone in ya home man +And when you feel like everything is going wrong man +I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man +Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man +Being responsible for everyone in ya home man +And when you feel like everything is going wrong man +I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man +Awww man, it's complicated doing everything on your own man +Being responsible for everyone in ya home man +And when you feel like everything is going wrong man +I'm gone stand cause I am a grown man + +[Outro] +Believe DatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Alchemist Shit[Intro: Curren$y] +That's jazzy right there +Yeah, oh, hold up, oh +Bring it back, bring it back *record spins back* +(It's Gangstra Grillz ya bastards!) +Yeah, Hot spitta +Yeah, Chick snatcher +YM, young and sexy + +[Hook: Curren$y] +Just can't help this fetish we got, for fuckin other niggas hoes +They recognize us wherever we go +So it's easy for us to get em up out of they clothes +Come on homie you know how it goes +You just respect the fact that we the niggas she chose +We just a bunch of young niggas with dough +So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone +Young Money nigga + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Since I'm the best, I walk with extra gestures +Lead on my hip for the textbook testers +Write me with a pen and put ya name at the end +I'll invite you and a friend to a game, and I don't ball +But you would swear I hit the game when it's [?] off +The seats don't fold, baby girl this the floor +Ugh, baby girl this the boy +I please a lot of ladies +So please say the, please say the +She say the baby +Im a young macaroni, with cheese +My girl from Belize, she never wanna believe +I'm a rapper she'd just rather think I'm handsome and sweet +[?????] when im in it real deep +Love how I get ill when I get real street +Like bushwick bill bitch gimme three feet +Im so Hollygrove mama, hope you feel my gangsta +And if you do, I don't blame ya +[Hook: Curren$y] +Just can't help this fetish we got, for fuckin other niggas hoes +They recognize us wherever we go +So it's easy for us to get em up out of they clothes +Come on homie you know how it goes +You just respect the fact that we the niggas she chose +We just a bunch of young niggas with dough +So we leaving with her and you'll be leaving alone +Young Money nigga + +[Outro: DJ Drama] +This is a dedication! (Gangsta Grillz) +Rest in Peace Soulja SlimEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Marvin’s Room (Freestyle)Dana texted me and said she wanted to see me +Then sent a picture of her in the mirror +No clothes on, of course +And she want that dope dick + +Hello world, I'm the dope dealer +I love it when she talk crazy, that dick make her walk crazy +That last time was awesome, all the lines, we crossed them +I ain't a killer but don't push me, I OJ Simpsoned that pussy + +That's the shit, pussy taste so good make you smack your lips +I don't know about you but I'm a beast with mine +She said she wait for the Carter to 69, I told her "Sorry 4 The Wait" +I value her time like an Audemars Piguet + +And we gonna stay current like the water in the lake +Yeah, we fuck around like we fucking in a circle +Pardon the slur, that's the purple, it feel so real like it's virtual +Any kind of position, she's versatile +And she take it every way except personal + +Yeah, that's my bitch, pussy wetter than a wishing well +I wish I was in it right now instead of making this song +Hut one, hut two, I run it in the end zone +Don't trip when I say I can't see you +And she say she working on her career +Smoke got our eyes looking like we from Korea +We floating but I'ma rock the boat like Aaliyah, R.I.P +Shorty got me + +Shorty knows I fuck her with her hard body +Shorty fine by me, spend some time by me +It's a jungle out there, come and climb my tree +I know it's on your mind, fine, we can do, whatever that is + +She tell me that it's fine +I said fine, shit, I was taught to live and let live +So live it up, baby, giddy up, baby +It's your world, ain't trying to interrupt but maybe + +We moving too fast but fuck it, let's crash +One day we gonna have to leave our love in the past +But for now I feel lovely, I feel great +Slide in you, safe + +Yeah, all that good shit +No, I ain't a player, I just play by the bush +And I know what I'm doing +She loves how I do it, she throw that ass back + +And she never over-do it, she call me, 'Baby' +And I call her Bay', sorry for the wait +Carter IV on the way, August 29thEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boom Bap[Intro] +Take 'em to church + +[Verse 1] +Momma don't cry +I know papa gone away +Grandpa gone and grandma ain't coming home today +But +Don't worry cause your son’s still the one +Though I'm under the gun I'm aiming for the sun +Dwayne Micheal Jr, born that +But I changed my name to Wayne +And nigga I ain't goin back +I'm kinda little but I figured I’d be bigger if I sold crack +So I sold that +OG’s from the block told me "Youngin hold that" +So I held dat +Got on front street and then I fell back +Became well at cookin it til it smell flat +Vaseline it up and ship it out in gel packs +I failed at what the teacher used to yell about +Junior High was prison +High school was the bail out +But my momma knew her baby boy was fresher +Than a baby bottom in new Pampers on campus +[Chorus] +This that boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +Aye, Fresh, just hit me with that +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +(Play me in my head, play me in my head) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +(Cause I'ma kill 'em with the flow, I'ma kill 'em with the flow) + +[Verse 2] +My Mama Mia ain't raise no Fredo +And Rabbit showed me how to make more out of quelo +You gotta make that thing flow like a ? +And keep getting money like I'm on the payroll +And if anybody slowing the payroll +I gotta turn his fitted cap to a halo +So get adapt to the case loads of crack +The yayo, the smack +The face blows, the gats +Photogenic, we expose a rat +And turn that ho into tomatoes or plants +And yeah I smoke back to back to back +Like I’m on two tracks but you ain't feeling that +I'm ducking the county boys with they billy bats +I got my dogs with me lookin out for silly cats +Ball with me +Weezy where the city at +And If I fall stay up +Cuz I’ma get it back + +[Chorus] +This that boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +Aye, Fresh, just hit me with that +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +(Play me in my head, play me in my head) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +(Cause I'ma kill 'em with the flow, I'ma kill 'em with the flow) + +[Verse 3] +People always tell me I'm heavy I say believe that +But I don't get all full off the feedback +I'm where the G's at +We like “where the G’s at?” +Kick door, hands high or get your knees blacked +If I don't take everything I'ma be back +And I'm stickin to my word like bees wax +He acts an asshole for these stacks +C Notes not B Flats, ya understand me +Few leaves left the sole tree standing +Just as quick as the wind blew they went too +I’m in too deep, my roots go deeper than the spot +Where their bodies shouldn’t sleep +I probably shouldn’t speak like that +But it be like that +Never let a nigga with a knife see my back +I’m outta here +Let me see my hat +And I rock it so low I can’t see where I’m at + +[Chorus] +This that boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +Aye, Fresh, just hit me with that +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +(Play me in my head, play me in my head) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +Fresh just hit me with that (He hit me in my face) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +But can you bless me with that (Bless me in my chest) +That boom, boom bap, bap, boom boom bap +(Cause I'ma kill 'em with the flow, I'ma kill 'em with the flow)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Everything Will Be Fine[Intro] +Ay, what up Mami +It's your boy Weezy, yeah +You need to ride with me on this one +I'm so great my homies think i'm artistic +Hah + +[Verse 1] +Now in the drop you'll find me +On my way to get you, cause I got you Mami +I know you got some issues tryna stop you Mami +But I'm a little more ahead, let me spot you Mami +I have you, as we drive through the east side +Stop through my honey chrome right along the beach side +Ay, how can I answer at your sweet mind +Tell me 'bout your day +I know I heard about it 3 times +Hah, okay, I'm waitin' on my fourth time +And later on the 5th, so I don't forget +I got my lady in the whip, she got my name on her hip +And she don't let another name out her lip, uh huh, gangsta +See, if I don't play 'round and she gon' stay down +So last summer, I retire my number, ho +So no, I can't jot you my number though +My nigga real think you hot as a mother, but +[Hook] +Baby girl, I know that we can make it through the weather +As long as we strong, everything will stay together +When times get hard, long as we call upon the Lord +Everything will be fine, everything will be fine + + +[verse 2] +I will ne-e-ever leave you girl +Like R. Kelly said, while the R. Kelly played +Full time mother, you work hard everyday +I wake up beside you, thank the Lord everyday +Oh, beautiful woman, I look forward everyday +Just to see that childhood scar on your face, hah +I got a Tony Montana chick +If your girl get out of line, she a manner chick? +If my world get out of line, she program my shit +I know my shit do stink, but she can stand my shit +I got the flip-flop paint on her standard shift +Dot 6 Range Rover, I advance my bitch +How you gon' go get some pants like that +With an ass like that, you know I'm bad for that +But you ain't gotta answer that +Long as every time I call you answer back +I said +[Hook] + +[Bridge] +Ride with a G and come join me on this adventure +Hop on the beat and put your ass on the 20 inches +I'll slide you the key, you wait for me after the concert +I promise I'll leave straight from the stage to under you skirt +Got riders with me, but don't mind them, they only homies +They only gonna let you get on me, so get on me +The song the DJ playin' is my own, so get on me +I'm only gonna let you get on me, so get on me + +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moolah - Remix[Intro] +Moolah, moolah +Thats the, moolah +Moolah, moolah +Thats the, moolah +Moolah-lah-lah-lah +Moolah-lah-lah-lah +Hey + +[Verse 1: Lil wayne] +I've been in the kitchen for that moolah-lah-lah-lah +Keep it strictly business like a suit & tie now +Woah, fly under the radar with my goon, goon, bada +Ain't from Jamaica but we true two shotta, Buju Banton +I got a homie named Gudda, he from the gutter +He keep the cut up, I keep the cutta, we got the cuttas +We in the cut, ready to cut up, who need a cut? +Oozies and pumps, back to the work, ooh we at pump +Oh we is pumpin oh we is right +We got the oh we oh we i got, yeah +That oh we is pumpin go ask the junkies +Only keep real niggas in my circumference +Got my personality rich as a youngin +You know what i did with that nigga i spun +Nigga I stunted, got that shit back so quick +Didn't even miss it, nigga, I'm hustlin' +Nigga, we hustle, pardon the flexin' +Strong armin' niggas and kissin' my muscle, back in the kitchen +[outro] +For that moolah-lah-lah-lah +Kitchen for that moolah-lah-lah-lah +Back in the kitchen for that moolah-lah-lah-lah +Lil tunechi get that moolah-lah-lah-lah +Lil tunechi get that moolah-lah-lah-lah +Sell a coke crack kills +Sell a coke crack kills +Sell a coke cause crack kills +Sell a dope & pills +Who got the drink i'm all ill +We got that drink it dont spill +Tunechi4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thinking Of You[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +And mommy used to tell me one day some girl gone get me +But I won't know love if it walk right up and hit me +And if I fall to the ground I get up and fight another round +And I got money on my mind, money on my mind, but now + +[Hook] +I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep thinking of you +Girl, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep thinking of you +I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep thinking of you +Girl, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, girl + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +And we ain't even gotta go far, we ain't gotta talk about the war, we can just (Get it (7x) +I said we ain't even gotta go far, we ain't gotta talk about the war, we can just (Get it (7x) + +[Verse 2: Tyga] +Damn I'm just thinking home 3 winner +Chirping late night, she had the light up antenna +Voices far from ? +13 speaking like we 23 sometimes I would even miss dinner +Cause talking with you felt more important than Jordan's release when the 17's, remember +I get em, similar to any girl I've mentioned +They only thought I'd mention I'm only playing with your intuition +Your senses sensed that I was different +But too flashy for boyfriend material +But I beg to differ +And this is it I'm showing you more material +Now listen, let's Kiss, like Gene Simmons +I've got a vision, fuck a title +We the perfect image, you and I +No eyein' them, them girls, you be eyein' them, cause they be eyein' him +They water stronger than vitamins +Loving you to death, I didn't expect +Beautiful girls, make you suicidal +I guess I'm dyin' then.. +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Up jump the boogie, and shorty said she feeling my flavor +And even when I ain't looking, I got her on my radar +And yes I know man I am so, so blessed to have her +So yesterday, today, and the day after; I keep thinking of you +I keep thinking of you + +[Hook] + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Shorty said she feeling my swag +Shorty said she feeling my style +I keep thinking about her +About you, about you + +I keep, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, girl +I keep, I keep, thinking of you I keep, I keep thinking of you, girl +I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you +All the things I could do, I could do them to you +And I'm thinking of you, thinking of you + +Young Moulah baby +I spilled my drink +Change your drawers baby +Will somebody please please double-cup me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Take It Slow[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Catch the wall girl, catch the wall girl + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +You got friends I ain't sure about +Motormouths talkin' 'bout what they ain't sure about +I vote em out, fuck them hoes, they a dark cloud +It's pourin' down and what she ain't tryna go through +We go around, damn, why we gotta turn down? +Learn how good dick'll turn your world around +Deserve a crown on my shit and a turban how +I put it down and the liquor make you run your mouth +You broke it down +And everything we spoke about, it won't get out +And even though I know you're down +You punkin' out +And after I get all the routes, I'm comin' down +That's why we always fallin' out, girl (Girl, girl) + +[Chorus: Janet Jackson] +There's-there-there-there's something I want to tell you, tell you +There's something I think that you should know +I shouldn't really love you +Let's take it slow + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Huh, you got a ass like whoa now, profound +But you tellin' me to slow down, oh wow +You don't say that when them hoes 'round +'Cause you want them hoes to know, huh +I found love and you co-found +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Why we gotta turn down a match made +In heaven never burn out, just ask the clouds +You got me playin' cat and mouse, what's that about? +Teach you how to love 'til you get a cap and gown +But you givin' me the runaround, honey child +"I love you" are strong words, I'm muscle bound +And you tell me to settle down, let's settle down +But before I put the peddle down, you let me down, girl + +[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Lil Wayne] +There's-there-there-there's something I want to tell you, tell you (Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl) +There's something I think that you should know +I shouldn't really love you +Let's take it slow +Catch the wall girl, catch the wall girl + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Huh, you got a ass like whoa now, poke out +But you tellin' me to slow down, oh wow +You don't say that when them hoes 'round +'Cause you want them hoes to know now +Make me tell them hoes no now + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +But we gotta slow down 'cause you hearin' that I ho around +Don't feed into it like a closed mouth +Make me put my soul out +Girl, you so cold, get your snowplowed +I got the spirit like a ghost town, spirit like a ghost town +This dope dick will have you doped out +My boxer draws' like a dope house +While you tryna hold out, I'm tryna fuck around the whole house +I'm so for real like a fold-out +Girl, girl, girl, girl +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Ooh, she on a handstand +Ooh, she on a handstand +Ooh, she on a handstand +Pop-pop, p-poppin' on a handstand +And then you +Catch the, catch the wall girl +You gotta catch the, catch the wall girl +She shake-shake that ass though +She gon' shake-shake that ass though +Ass like whoa now, so round +She tellin' me to slow down, oh wow +She don't say that when them hoes 'round +'Cause she want them hoes to know now +She just like to see them hoes pout +Why we gotta turn down? Wild out +I'm just tryna have a turned out, why not? +I don't know what she worrin' 'bout +Concerned 'bout, "I'ma let it all work out" +Girl + +[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Lil Wayne] +There's-there-there-there's something I want to tell you, tell you +There's something I think that you should know +I shouldn't really love you +Let's take it slow +I'ma let it all work out, girl +There-there's something I want to tell you, tell you +There's something I think that you should know +I shouldn't really love you +Let's take it slow +I'ma let it all work out, girl +There-there's something I want to tell you, tell you +There's something I think that you should know +I shouldn't really love you +Let's take it slow +I'ma let it all work out, girl4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Got Em[Intro] +Chef prepared dinner eating ass nigga +World renowned clit and feet and ass kisser +You best beware of me you cheating ass nigga +Cause when she leave your ass I send a limo, not a cab nigga +It's Carter Luther King she free at last nigga +I’m who she with when you can't reach her ass nigga +I tell her it's gon be okay then squeeze her hand +Then I make her feel younger than Peter Pan nigga + +[Verse 1] +I done went blind on they ass +Come your fine ass here I get behind all that ass +Leave his ass behind girl, shine on his ass +How you spending time with me but serving time with his ass? +Deuces on his ass +Dining somewhere probably eating sushi on his ass +We probably somewhere quiet watching movies bout romance +I got you on an island with a booty full of sand, and you come back with that new booty and new boobies on his ass +And now, all of a sudden he wanna play husband, he wanna lay up and he wanna make up and he wanna straighten up and +It been too late for it +I renovate for him, now she say fuck him +Cause he ain’t bout shit, Let him know I got this +Girl tell him get off your dick + +[Hook] +Tell him I say +Got em, got em, got em (she's gone) +Got em, got em, got em (she's gone) +I got em, I got em, I got this, I got em, I got her, I got em, I got em +[Verse 2] +Lord I done went blind on they ass +Her fingers in my hair, and you know mine in her pants +She sit me in the chair and then she tie up my hands +She get on her hands standing, put her legs on my shoulders +69 on that ass, 7 days a week I put this fire on her ass +So when he wanna fuck she be too tired for his ass +She used to think the stuff that she can buy for his ass +Now all she think about is stuff that I can try with that ass +And now all of a sudden he wanna play husband +He wanna lay cuddlin, He wanna make up and +He wanna straighten up and, it been too late for it +I renovate for him, Then she say fuck him +Now it's time (now it's time girl) +For you to go and dye your hair blonde (alright, alright) +We're one of a kind (twins), oh Lord (double trouble), Yeah +Now she's mine, I'm sure she’ll let him know in her spare time +And fuck his response (fuck him), Oh Lord +Cos he ain’t bout shit, let him know I got this +Girl tell him get off your dick (bye) + +[Hook] +Tell him I said +Got em, got em, got em, got em, got em, got em +I got em, I got em, I got this, I got em, I got em, I got em, I got em +[Verse 3] +Lord I done went blind on their ass +Girl come your fine ass here I get behind all that ass +And grind on that ass +You tired of his ass and you tired of his lies +Time to spread your wings, open wide butterfly +Time to do your thing, rub your eyes butterfly +He was nothing but a fling, just some fries on the side +I know nothing's what it seems, and you tried many times +Got the man of your dreams, then surprise "rise and shine" (Lord) +So now it’s time (time, girl) +It's time for you to go off and do your thing, your own thing +And you should change your line +And before you leave give him back that small ring +It don't bling + +[Bridge] +Now all of a sudden he wanna play husband +He wanna lay cuddlin +He wanna make up and +He wanna straighten up and +It been too late for it +I renovate for him +And then we say fuck him +Cause he ain't bout shit (Cause he ain’t bout shit) +Let him know I got this +Now when he call, her phone say "Side Bitch" +Tell him I say Got em +Tell him I say Got em, I got em, I got em, I got you, I got you +I got you, girl I got you +She's gone +[Outro] +And you ain't gotta worry cause I got you (she's gone) +And you ain't gotta worry cause I got you (she's gone) +Fuck him, I got you, you got me, Got em1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Put My Money[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +I all nighted, I every dayed it +And when it comes to my dues, I over payed it +Rated hood bitch, Bitch I'm hood bitch +I ain't an asshole, but I'm on some hood shit +I wish I would switch, I don't know how +Blood gang sworm like a red ant pile +Mean mug, like I can't smile +Like my grill didn't cost me a 100 thou + +[Hook] +Put my money, money where my mouth is + +[Verse 2 - Jay-Z] +Naw, I don't fuck around, stay on my J.O.- +Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old +Oh, push perico if I need to for the Root of Evil +Was born in the belly: that's the way the streets breed you +One life to live - notice you get no sequel +So I truly got to live this like my last movie +6 oohie, jewels dripping, big tooly +I ball for real: y'all niggas is Sam Bowie +And with the third pick, I made the earth sick +M.J., him Jay, fade-away, perfect +I rhyme sicker than every rhyme-spitter +Every crime-nigga that rhyme or touch a mic +Because my mind's quicker +I'm a '88er, 9-6 to "Reasonable Doubt" +Temper short; don't take much to squeeze you out +Yeah you shining, but the only thing you're leaving out +You're a candle in the sun - that shit don't even outEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Swagger From Us(Sample from M.I.A's "Paper Planes") +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us + +(Verse 1, Lil Wayne) +Pull up on the corner, windows down on the space ship +Ballin' so hard man, I deserve a Naismith award, applaud +Like I'm on stage bitch, married to the money (Evil Empire) +I just skipped the engagement +I'm fly, my ally is the bird game +The top flew off of my whip, bird brains +Third lane in the back of the first lane +I need Rihanna's "Umbrella" for this purple rain +Earth to wayne, call it Wayne's World +Money money, call 'em Wayne's girls +Young money gangstas +Runnin this shit like a flanker +Ain't a clique like mine +We click like 9's +And we get higher than six by nines +The stove ain't watch, cuz it's my time +Bathroom swagger ain't shit like mine +(Hook) [Jim Jones] +No one on the corner have swagger like us [Not at all] +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us [I don't know what corner they from] +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us [We from them corners that do it] +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us [On my corners we make swag] +Swagger like us [And we sell it to y'all] +Swagger-swagger like us [JONES!] + +(Verse 2, Jim Jones) +Took ballin to a phenomenon (What else?) +I caught niggas snorin with no pajamas on (Section C) +Talkin slick, who am I to reply? +So fly, you would have to shoot me out of the sky (I got my target) +Mayday-mayday, they said he parachuting +The air got polluted when I had the Maserati (Vroom) +But now I'm gettin green, I'm thinkin higher than Ferrari (Yes) +You should call me god body (Learn ya lessons) +Fresh to def to the arm legga legga (And) +All white Nikes, check the bomb was venetta (And) +One jet, I can change the weather +Lookin all gully in my herm-ay skully (Damn) +Threw on a scarf, look with a different Louie (Whatever) +Niggas can't touch me like Jim had the cooties (He got the cooties!) +Stunt so hard that niggas wanna sue me +The rap money good, but wait 'til I get to movies! +(Hook) [NOE] +No one on the corner have swagger like us [Like the young Will Smith of this shit] +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us [Bird game baby, capo what up!] +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us [Yeah, Baltimore banger, man] +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us [Let me test this mic out] +Swagger-swagger like us + +(Verse 3, NOE) +Listen, who kid? It's the new kid +The ber-berry boss, asterisk on the shoe, kid (Fly) +The Baltimore Buccaneer, the explorer +In Tom Ford linen and a crispy fedora +Caught throwin a tilt +Thought I was the man 'til I puff the open sex, her ass dropped on the silk +The nocturnal hustla, product of the evening +Gritty, runnin through New York City like the thieving +Time to up the ante +Pockets uncanny +Bulging Kim pussy pressed against the panty +Now I'm in Vermont, and done funny in Miami +Duckin rat packs like Sinatra and Sammy +Trust me, I've been underneath the tap +Doin time, pressin jeans underneath the mat +Waitin on feet up +Now I hate to speed up +My g, you wanna ride? +You gotta raise the front seat up +(Hook) +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us + +(Verse 4, Twista) +T the best! +I styled it with that category +Others got a lot of stories +All these other rappers bore me +They say Twista, won't you take this to your laboratory +No ones in the category +Talk about your swagger for me +Nobody fuckin wit Twist' +I be havin to fill the irrelevant +And then I be killin 'em off with my ana' +It's like I'm a scorpion, like I'm an elephant +Fill 'em with venom and then I'mma stomp 'em into oblivion +Like I'm a million, like I'm a billion +Like I'm a trillion, I'm a gazillion, hey! +Hit 'em in the body with a millimeter then I gotta put 'em in the dirt +Put me in the middle of the money, cuz I know I gotta get it +So I know I gotta work +Grab them since '91, when I came at them differently +I am the first +They be comin and travelin with the dead bodies of rappers +And I am the hearse +Twiiiiistaaaa +I'mma get money killa, stay full of swagger +And that eat'cha beat'cha +Twiiiiistaaaa +I got that horror flow +Call it the creature feature + +(Hook) +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like us +No one on the corner have swagger like us +Swagger like us +Swagger-swagger like usEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mona Lisa (Demo)[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] +I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish these +Hope it ain't too many feelings involved + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles +Gettin' drunk with these bitches, and when they leave they get followed +Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her +When you really should sleep with a choppa 'cause you gon' wake up and see me with some choppas + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I be with bitches that be with bitches that be with niggas with riches +I tell 'em, "Get him," they say, "Yes, daddy," and they don't care how we split it +And they so pretty, and their hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties +Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs, it's a stick-up, she scream like a victim +Now you feelin' so silly, I smoke color purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (Ooh) +Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh) +You can get snaked, you can get faked out by the bitch that you feelin' +'Cause you thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee +And you tell her your business, she tell me your business, you tell that bitch what you feelin' +All of the beans you be spillin', to you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin's +She know where you hide to tell me where it's hidden, she know when you're gone, tell me when to visit +We break in your home and take the specifics, and meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with you +So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains, we find out addresses, and we don't leave messes +You'll only know that it's gone when you checkin', then your first thought is to start second guessin' +She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothin', keep restin'," she say, "What's missin'?" "How you know somethin' missin'?" +He scratched his head, she say, "Get back in bed," then she gave him some head +Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say, "Ooh, daddy, ooh," woo +She say, "Ooh, daddy, ooh," yeah, she took off his pants and his shoes +He opened his eyes and saw that barrel goin' "boom," nigga, yeah +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles +Gettin' drunk with these bitches, and when they leave, they get followed +I be with bitches that know the bitches that's with the niggas we followin' +Get them on the line, stay two cars behind, and tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious" +Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care +She handle the business and don't ever tell, she bite the bullet and cough up the shells +She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place," and if he say yeah, then we meet him there +She don't want love, she just want her share, she feed him lies with his silverware + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I know a bitch named Liz, this nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is +So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears, and then she tell me and I be all ears +And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him, and then I call Liz, and she say he comin' over +I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you," she say, "Yes, daddy", I say, "Girl, you're a soldier" +So we're waitin' outside, we watched him pull up, and walk up to the door +And right before he knock, she open the door naked, they started French kissin', but he didn't see moi +She left it unlocked, they didn't make it to the room, so they stopped on the couch +Music up loud with his head in the clouds, turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him +Piss a nigga off, shoot him dead in his frown +"Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around, I ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down +You know what it is, put your fuckin' hands up, Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down" +And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her, she a good actress and you a dead actor +You'll be dead after we get what we after, if Liz call you daddy, we call her a bastard, oh +I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga, but think for me, nigga +Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga, and if you alone, she bankrupts you niggas +She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga, she slip somethin' in it, now faint for me, nigga +Then you wake up and see guns in your face, and Mona Lisa out of frame on these niggas +Pussy got you out of character, nigga, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga +We take everything that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion, we have your attention +And now you're lookin' down a barrel though, nigga, you more terrified than a Fatter Joe, nigga +Don't be a pussy for pussy, my nigga, don't be a asshole over pantyhoes, nigga, quit playin' +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa +Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa +She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa +Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah + +[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] +Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall +Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball +Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh, probably on a Internet blog +In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow +Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls +And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it, make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God +Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him +Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi? Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat +Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby, then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie +I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing, I'ma call up again like I did last week +Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy, Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley +Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy, bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me +Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'bout a motherfuckin' double-standard, acting +Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone, but you sucked this dick, that's just nasty +Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No) You fuckin' with Wayne's? (No!) +Bitch, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick) (… lick me like a lollipop) +He on your fuckin' ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos +Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews, I don't know what the fuck lately got into you +Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder, forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? +The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma, daycare after school and she never did charge you +You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up, you know what, I give up, let me go get my gun +I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin', goddammit, you know that the damage is done +Bitch, I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress, I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess +So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussy, I'm killin' myself +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa +Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa +She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa +Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Something[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] +Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless +Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight +Baby girl shake it like Beyonce +I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air +Table dances by my chair +Get something now + +[Lil Wayne] +I'm hot from New Orleans +Weezy F Baby +Way above ballin' +Stay above yall and +I got da A and da K if y'all want it +I'm making way for my homies +Better not sleep, stay awake for the moment +It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter +You six feet in the six +Im snuffed in the Bentley +Oooh..shorty stop playin' wit' me +I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers +Mobbin' wit my black Madonna +Get my back momma +Got that Mac persona +I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G +I'm from uptown never tempt me +Cuz its like nevada +Ill leave my desert empty uhh +Bezzle yellow SP Yeah.. +Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh +[Chorus] + +[Lil Wayne] +Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin' +I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring +Holding my coast by myself never folding +Throwing the SQAD 7 up lettin' em know it +Wizzle F toting floating +Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin' +Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded +Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion +Pull a rover over by some hoes make noise +Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boya'z +Wizzle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised +Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley +I'm hardly seeing you playa you can't see me +I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really +And the rolls gold bezzle show clearly +Fee where you at you gotta feel me Daddy + +[Chorus] + +[Lil Wayne] +See I look to my side and Lil Gudda say peel ya +Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's startin na get pecuiliar +I'ma's kii..kii ..kill ya +I'ma Kit Kat dealer +I'ma Maybach wheeler +I'ma get them millions +Like a slick big William hater +Big willy like I fuck's wit Jada +I ain't got nothin' but yaya man +Nothin' but flavors man +Nothin' but wages man +Nothin' but paper +I'ma fuck it and take it and show all of my homies +Drop 20's on the 'Rari +Scratch off at parties +I'ma make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban +Snatch off that lingerie +I'ma make y'all boys back off the army +Put that hammer to your dome +Now come off that arm piece +And I like that chain +I'm feeling that heck +My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne +And I'm feeling like Jack +Gimme dat! +[Chorus] + +That's wassup +Man, it's weezy F man +AND The F is for fly (flllyyy) +Birdman junior...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Not Like Me[Intro: Paparue] +Original roughnecks, hear {laughing} +Check! + +[Chorus: Paparue] +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR family +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR family + +[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +Look, it's little rhymecholy +Legendary like Bob Marley +17 ward superstar, feel me +I tell ya shorty, million dollar nigga +Don't test, cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga +Got my click behind me.. every step of tha way +Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face +I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out! +I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills +You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity kills +Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy +'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have tha money +Take tha hit, even if it's below tha average money +Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppy +I'm just a lil' thug, what +Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what +And police don't even matter, they can suck what +Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what.. what +[Chorus: Paparue] +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR family +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR family + +[Verse 2: Mannie Fresh] +Eeh, what, what +What, you think I'm scared?, cause of tha threats that you sendin' me? +Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy +I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done +But look, everytime I bump into to ya, you all about fun +What made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right! +Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight? +Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo +I don't know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore +Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low +We use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and back +I drive tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac +Shakin' like a pair of hot dice +Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcements, and police +Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell they soul +Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold! +9-karat 44's, and Calicos +Keep a clean nose +And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes +[Chorus: Paparue] +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR family +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR family + +[Verse 3: Baby & B.G.] +Nigga outta line, get smoked +I don't kidd, or joke +Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke +I don't play with these niggas +I get.. low down and dirty +And have niggas' brains coverin' tha ground +I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble +I'll have four niggas in your hood in my hummer +I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change +Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, tha price tha same +My money long, within the runway at a airport +I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort +Hoes love my grill, hoes love my crib +These hoes just love tha way that.. Baby live +But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some tats +Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back +You don't want funk with me.. I don't think you do, nigga +We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew +What! Bitch.... +[Chorus: Paparue] +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR family +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR family +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR family +Nobody burn them blocks like-a we +Nobody bust them heads like-a we +Nobody could outshine we +Tha whole CMR, CMR familyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Anything[Hook] +I'd risk everything +For one kiss, everything +Yes I'd do anything +(Anything?) +Anything, for you + +[Verse 1] +Go DJ, cause that's my DJ +No more producer so, that's my DJ +I know the story, same song, that's a replay +We pressing fast forward, this ain't the last straw +We all ready to shit, don't need an asshole +And if you feeling froggy, leap you little tadpole +Yea it's that cold, but I'm so family fam-o +Got 'em on my back like a camel +I say I got them on my back like ammo +Stop the sweating, damn where did all your fans go? +Cash Money Millionaires, straight cash flow +We don't need nobody else, Lil Weezy got the cash flow +Yea, so flow on lil nigga +Got the company, I can throw on my own lil niggas +And ya'll can team up and come on lil niggas +Ah, stop crying, what's wrong lil niggas? + +[Hook] +I'd risk everything +For one kiss, everything +Yes I'd do anything +(Anything?) +Anything, for you +[Verse 2] +Hey, the situation ain't all that +And bitches say your conversation ain't all that +And we ain't got the time of day for all that +So bitch nigga get your money and fall back +And in the long run, they gone crawl back +But ya'll got problems Einstein couldn't solve Jack +Don't take it personal, somebody had to jump up +And I happen to have a broom to come and sweep the mess up +It's me, Baby and that's me +And maybe you'll diss me +But fuck it, then it's beef +We laughing at you clowns +You niggas got that hating season passing it around +But we still got caskets in the basement +Burners on the counters and tats on our faces +Yea this is what you want +You said it was a publicity stunt +Well bitch I'm a stunner (The son of a stunna) + +[Hook] +I'd risk everything +For one kiss, everything +Yes I'd do anything +(Anything?) +Anything, for you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stunt When I See You[Intro] +We the best! (Yeah) Who? We! We the best(uh-huh) +Its alot of money on this track(yeah) +So much money we can't even count it +We gotta weigh it +See what we about to do is? (yeah) whats that wayne? +Exactly (listen) what they can't do! True that! + +[Verse 1: Bow Wow] +Hay we's the number one stunna ha Bow Weezy(speak) +I spit two hundred now my necks so freezy +Hay look my pockets stay fat like Norbit(damn) +Ball so much that I should play for the Hornets(cash ha) +Rocks so rocky I ain't talkin bout the movie(yep) +Your girl love me when done she wipe me down like Boozie(ha damn) +I keep paper a student in school(okay) +Around her we ride 28's, fuck 22's +Nigga try to stunt on me, I'm a stunt way harder(hay) +Black car spinnin call me, Mr. Tear-The-Mall-Up(ha) +So bring niggas to the left to the left +And I'm all about my benjamins just like Mike Epps(money) +When it comes to the hoes hell yeah I got alot(true) +In the club poppin bottles but my name ain't Yung Joc(ha) +And ya already know I'm the freshest +With some many chains on me it'll make Slick Rick jealous(HA) +[Hook] +(Bow Wow) I'm a young nigga with money +What she gon tell you young nigga with some money +(Lil' Wayne) Hay you young nigga with money(thats me) +What you gon do with all that money +I'mma stunt (when I want to) I'm a stunt (when I have to) +I'mma stunt (what I need to) I'm a stunt (when I see you) +I'mma stunt (when I see you) I'm a stunt (when I see you) +Evertime I see you I'mma stunt (When I see you) + +[Verse 2:Lil' Wayne] +Weezy F. Baby, these hold nomen +Young meal ticket, watch me kick it like Shinobi +Flip it like arobics, my flow is so heroic +My girl got a fat ass and I catch it when she throw it +Ill wet you in the mornin, burn ya in the evenin +Dump ya at night and that duffle bag light +Like my shades hella dark and my red flag bright +Got ya bitch blowin me, like she playin bag pipe +Yep I lay that pipe, I'm the plumber to ya women +Im the flame on the stove, in the desert in the summer +I'mma stunna so, I'm gonna stunt on you bitches +Big tow trucks sitin on chrome inches +My account look like foreign digits +Dont play in that water cause today I'm goin fishin +You dont get it, thats why I punch that 430 +Til got it up on inches(too late) +And I'm a young nigga with money +Now what you gon tell a young nigga with MONEY?! +[Hook] +(Bow Wow) Hay you nigga with money(yeah) +What you gon do with all that money well +I'mma stunt (when I want to) I'm a stunt (when I have to) +I'mma stunt (what I need to) I'm a stunt (when I see you) +I'mma stunt (when I see) I'm a stunt (when I see) +Evertime I see you I'm a stunt (When I see you) + +[Verse 3: Bow Wow] +If your watch cost a hundred, you ain't ridin 28's +You ain't stuntin like this (no) +You ain't stuntin like this (no) +And if your crib didn't come with the butlers and the maids +You ain't stuntin like this (no) +You ain't stuntin like this (no) +And if you ask for the price, when you shop at the mall +Then you ain't stuntin like this (no) +Then you ain't stuntin like this (no) +And if you dont make it rain, when your up in the club +Then you ain't stuntin like this (no) +Then you ain't stuntin like this (no) NAW! + +[Hook 4X] + +Say nigga this ain't gon stop know what I mean +Thats me! shiittt! What you know about ridin 26's nigga +Better read about this nigga real talk +My paper long baby what I'm sayin man +You niggas got to get your weight up +Better eat some weaties around here nigga for realEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Beef[Intro] +Check +Huh +What? +What? +Let's go, nigga (Where you at, Wheezy?) + +[Verse 1] +You liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick +Or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick +And we keep the hustlin' slick, and got clips like bananas +We twist the bandanas, and spit at niggas with cannons +We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats +Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?!!" +I flash the mack in front of your gal and make her tell +Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'mma pop one in your grill!" +It's Lil Wayne, nigga - blast and bang triggas +Pay with my change, then I'm gon' have to bang niggas +I bag the caine quicker, and sprinkle like rain, nigga +Flood the av quick with the quarters and halves, nigga +If you out, you can find me on the street with the work +If it's a drought, you can find me on the street with the work +Never slip - I empty half a clip deep in your shirt +And put your whole clique deep in the dirt +Smell me? +[Chorus] +Who wan' beef with 'em? +Who wan' creep with 'em? +And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em +See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em +And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em +Who wan' beef with 'em? +Who wan' creep with 'em? +And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em +See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em +And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em + +[Verse 2] +Look +I'm the youngest Hot Boy on the field with heaters +Let my nine-millimeters kill your peoples +Bust up in your house and put the gun to lil' Renita +Give me the yay, or else I'mma put her in her sneakers +Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile +Me, Turk, Geezy, and 'Nile - chicka-POW! +How come these niggas keep burnin the world? +And why the hell this nigga Wheezy keep firmin your girl? +Turnin the wheel on the orange and teal Bentley drop +Then I'mma put that up and hop in the van and hit your block +Tell your mom to get the cops cause y'all gon' need 'em +When you see them bullets that my Glock pop, y'all gon' eat 'em +See this for all my niggas in the pen, I hope for freedom +And this for all my niggas buyin bricks, I got 'em cheaper +Keep a nigga quiet as a mouse when I come +Wayne #1 Hot Boy, hot as the sun - ya smell me? +[Chorus] +Who wan' beef with 'em? +Who wan' creep with 'em? +And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em +See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em +And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em +Who wan' beef with 'em? +Who wan' creep with 'em? +And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em +See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em +And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em + +[Verse 3] +Nasty case, nigga run up in your crib, crash the place +Mask the face, automatic attach to waist +You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad +There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head +And they gon' either get it right, or they get it at night +And when they spit, it lick his ass twice like 20 damn dice +Henny and ice is what I prefer, but light on the rocks +I pack them clips tight on them Glocks and light up your block +And if there's coke involved, then your throat's involved +I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all +Me and my nigga, Super Sosa, run up in your crib +While your grandma watchin Oprah, jag her up and rope her +If you wan' grudge, chances slim like Ethiopia +If you want drugs, I got more flavors than Fruitopia +Recognize it's real and nothing other than that +Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha? +[Chorus] +Who wan' beef with 'em? +Who wan' creep with 'em? +And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em +See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em +And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em +Who wan' beef with 'em? +Who wan' creep with 'em? +And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em +See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em +And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em +Who wan' beef with 'em? +Who wan' creep with 'em? +And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em +See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em +And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em +Who wan' beef with 'em? +Who wan' creep with 'em? +And when it comes down to guns, nigga, I sleep with 'em +See, we can sweep with 'em cause it get deep with 'em +And when it comes down to drugs, I'm on the streets with 'em + +[Outro] +Who wan' beef with a nigga? Creep with a nigga? +When it comes down to guns, look, I sleep with them triggas1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Enemy Turf[Intro: Juvenile] +Ah hmmm hmmmm +Hmmmm Hmmm + +[Verse 1: Juvenile] +When I say I don't give a fuck +I mean that yeah +Niggas brains is gettin bust +I don' seen that yeah +If a shipment was comin in +I need a haul of dat wodie +I need a sixty-forty nigga +And no chargin' that wodie +You done heard about Michael Jackson +And shiggidy shit +But you ain't never heard about me +When I'm flissin a bitch +Niggas doors gettin knocked +Clean off of the hinge +See that red dot comin for +Me and my girlfriend? +Cause I wants mine +I needs mine +And I'm about to get mine +But these dying +Look lil' daddy +You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas +You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya +Look, I make a phone call to the big dog +Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all +Even though a nigga rich and I rock ice +I still bust a nigga head on the block aight? +[Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne] +It's enemy turf that I'm on +So I'ma play it how it go +Cock the hollow points +And tote my black calico +My lil' brother Weezy +It's enemy turf that I'm on +So I'ma play it how it go +Cock the hollow points +And tote my black calico +My lil' brother Weezy + +[Interlude: Lil' Wayne] +My big brother Juvi +Both hit tha blocks +Strapped up with the Uzis + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +What, What, La +Gun for gun +Eye for eye +Better move yo' wife and son +Cause I ride or die +Cash Money Hot Boy, bless me when I'm gone +But until then, load up the chrome, cause it's on +I been bout it +Put a boot up in my lip and put my thirty up in a clip +I drop the top and then I dip I hit his block and make 'em flip +And I be full of that trash +I be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast +Watch the bullets chop off the head +And make 'em fall in the grass +One move they all die +Lil Weezy a small fry, but gorilla when it's war time +Y'all better learn +When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell +Well then let 'em burn +Hold 'em fo' ransom, hear me smart boy +Seven churn and I be damn if I let 'em go +If I don't get my dough +Then hell will be all blowin' +Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I be +I put it down for all my peeps +Nigga, I'm H.B. for real +[Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne] +It's enemy turf that I'm on +So I'ma play it how it go +Cock the hollow points +And tote my black calico +My lil' brother Weezy +It's enemy turf that I'm on +So I'ma play it how it go +Cock the hollow points +And tote my black calico +My lil' brother Weezy + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +All I know is the streets +And how to strap up +When it's time shoot it +Cock yo' heaters +Tie up yo' bags +It's time to do it +Blaze the blunt +Shut off the lights +And cut down the music +Roll down the windows +Turn the corner +And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr +If ya don't know now +Then ya never will learn +You can play with Lil' Wayne +And yo' block get burned +You must love to go swimmin +Cause tha water gets deeper +See I bust you wide open +And take 'ya daughter with me +Here come the beat boy +Shoot out the street lights +Time to bring on the heat boy +If you ain't really wit it +Then you better get back +I open yo' chest +And make it look just like a wet cat +This is a death trap +I'mma a guerilla and I mean it +Leave ya' head still in a beanin' +Lyin' on the cement +Calicoe steamin' +Red dot beamin', dressed up suspicious +Play with Lil Weezy, you'll be dinner for the fishes +[Chorus: Juvenile & Lil Wayne] +It's enemy turf that I'm on +So I'ma play it how it go +Cock the hollow points +And tote my black calico +My lil' brother Weezy +It's enemy turf that I'm on +So I'ma play it how it go +Cock the hollow points +And tote my black calico +My lil' brother Weezy + +[Outro] +Enemy Turf +Time to strap up +What3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hush Hush[Chorus] +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I'm not sorry, but I lied +It feel a little bit better when you close your eyes, cl-close your eyes +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I know you hate me 'cause I'm right +Just close your eyes, this is my +M-m-m-my lullaby-by-by-by-by + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +(Hush, hush) +Uh, I tell her I'm workin', I'm not with these hoes +Yeah, she say, "You better be workin' and not with these hoes" (Hush, hush) +I tell her what she wanna hear, not what she don't wanna know +She tell me, "Be quiet and ride me slow, like they got bumps in the road" (Hush, hush) +Look, what you don't know won't hurt your ass +Girl, 'cause if you knew better, you'd do better, yeah, whatever, shit (Hush, hush) +I tell you "I'm here" when I'm there and "I don't" when I do +And you just want me to tell all of the bitches I care for it's all about you + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And I get that, so when I'm with them, I just hit that +I don't even kiss back, my white lies are pitch black, believe that +And I ain't proud of myself, I can't lie to myself +I said, "Self, gather yourself," and left her cryin' by herself, whoa +[Chorus: (Lil Wayne)] +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I'm not sorry, but I lied +It feel a bit better when you close your eyes, cl-close your eyes +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I know you hate me 'cause I'm right +Just close your eyes, this is my (You met me this way, baby) +M-m-m-my lullaby + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +(Hush, hush) +Uh, I tell her, "Don't worry, it's not 'bout them hoes" +She just be hopin' whenever I'm worried, it's not 'bout them hoes (Hush, hush) +Uh, she act like my stories are not gettin' old +But I know she'd rather hear what I tell her, not what she not bein' told (Hush, hush) +Okay, I lied to you 'cause the truth hurts +And it hurts me too, I would cry with you but I gotta work, I gotta work (Hush, hush) +She say, "You better be workin' and not with these hoes" +But I drive 'em so crazy like I got the wheel on the wide-open road + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And I zig-zag, and when I'm with them, I just hit that +We don't even kickback, chit-chat, nor chillax, believe that +And I ain't proud of that shit, I can't lie about that shit +I say, "Self, snap out this shit," and left her crying 'bout that shit, woah +[Chorus] +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I'm not sorry, but I lied +It feel a bit better when you close your eyes, cl-close your eyes +Hush, hush, baby, you don't have to cry +I know you hate me 'cause I'm right +Just close your eyes, this is my +M-m-m-my lullaby2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +24's Freestyle[Intro: Big Tigger] +I like money and clothes, I like fat freestyle flows +We in Tha Basement booth on B.E.T., Big Tigger you know +It's goin' down, we slam harder than Onyx +I be hooked on the chronic +Get that new album, it's called Tha Carter +December 9th we gonna put it in your stores +Big Tigger comin', we flippin freestyle like it's war +Now g-spot and my man Lil Wayne +We come to the booth we bring that freestyle pain +It's B.E.T., it's the T.I.G +We holdin' it down for the C.M.B +I'm off that top, and we makin' it hot +Lil Wayne step up and show 'em what you got + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Lemme get my seven-and-a-halfs in the booth, mane +I'm in the booth, mane +Sqad up in this, I don't care who not up in the booth mane +The lil boy get shot up in the booth, mane +Pop em right up in this spot up in the booth, mane +Kill a doctor in the booth, mane +How can one human be so sick? Immune to your chick +I move through the club with the tool on my hip +Watch how you dap me off, the strap might go off, POW +And I can take it back for y'all +Like the old '77 Cadillac with walls +I be peepin' in the back, Maybach for y'all +Weezy dope like crack dissolve +Ain't no cases round here gettin' cracked or solved +Cause ain't no boys around here 'bout to crack at all +Baby girl, what's really good? I'm trynna crack that off +Leave your man where he at, and ain't a Mac get off +Man, I got the dreads in the rubberband swingin' in the air +Got this thing in my other hand, ain't bangin' in the air, naw +And I ain't singin' this for help +I mean what I say, and say what I felt +I lean cause the K heavy weight on my left +Yao Ming couldn't block these shots himself +GuddaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Want War[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Aw aw +Aw aw! +Aw aw!! +Peep me out, look! +Head bustin', black fatigues +So blunted, 400 degreez, it's Weezy +Nigga, respect it +When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it +But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin' +Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha +Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha +It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha +Disconnect a boy like a damn change number +(Uhhh), hang up and try again +I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again +Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again +Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten +Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam +My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van Damme +About'chu, cause we don't play around +Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground +Take tha ground that you walk on +Tap tha phones that you talk on +Jam ya up and take your arms off +I hit you twice with tha sawed-off +And your neck, and just watch your head fall off... fall off +You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what) +I bust tha street-sweeper until tha damn drum bust (what) +I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black) +Numb-nut +I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what +I'm standin' there like I don't mind +Run through your clique like a weak defensive line +Yall ain't ready... +[Verse 2: Turk] +You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef +We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets +I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet +Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat +What ya..ain't know? I'm tha one from tha T.C +Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G) +On fire, nigga, labeled as a HB +And if I can't kill you.. killin' your family (family) +Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see +How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V) +Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB +And I know you all know about Slim and B +We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy +Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee +Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G +And Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Aw, aw, aw, look +Call me Big Baller, Big Tymer, Big Pockets +Call me Big Stunna, Big Stick, or Big Body +Call me that lil nigga with the rope full of diamonds +Call me the number one Hot Boy on fire +Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'mma holler +With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom +Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem +Let him know if he come at me bad, then I'mma chop him +Ch-uh.. chop him +Put tha flame to him +All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him +Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne +Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings +But since I usually... do the best at thangs +That mean I gotta wear a vest at thangs +I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace +Yall ain't ready.. yall ain't readyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Day Dreamin’[Intro: Raj Smoove] +We now return you to your regular scheduled programming +I'm bout to bring out the whole Young Money fam right now +We gon' set this shit off, my nigga Mac Maine for president +G-series out in the streets right now +Hit a nigga on MySpace or somethin' man +Holla + +(Sample) +Day dreamin' +I fell asleep beneath the flowers +For a couple of hours +On a beautiful day + +Day dreamin'! + +[Hook] +You already know +What the fuck is poppin' +Baby I'm what's hoppin-a +I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'Dro +And I keep a bad bitch wit' me on the low +I'mma be a G until the day that I go +I can feel it in the air +The reaper's comin' slow +[Verse 1] +Shhh... +I can hear the reaper comin' +But I ain't scared, oh, no, no, I ain't runnin' +Now when I walk past, you might see an extra shadow +Angels on my shoulders are usin' me for a battle +Spiritual warfare, good versus evil +I even fought the demons as a semen +Yes I was brought there, cursed ever since my day of birth +Got a Heaven-sent flow, though it's Hell on Earth +So, with that in mind, I don't live for Prada +I'm trying to stack and mack, and got stigmata +Tryin'a get the same fan base as Big Poppa +Sometimes, when I flow, they say the southern Big's popped up +They tell me "don't get murked, or get locked up" +But I'm from Holly Grove, I can't give the block up (Holly Grove) +So til' the day they drop my box, fuck +I'ma ride with my Glocks up +You already know + +[Hook] + +(Bring it home mang) +I'm hitch hikin' on the highway of life +You might see me on the side of the road +(Who knew this nigga could sing?) +I asked the Lord to be my coat and umbrella +'Cause outside it's rainin' cold +It's so cold +It's so cold +It's so cold (America) +It's so cold +[Verse 2] +I say, Miss America, Land of the Free +You ain't never do nothing for a brotha like me +You sold me a dream of 40 acres and a mule +Then you turn that half-a-acre that I had into a pool +You get up on the news, lying about how the levy's broke +Now Weezy lost 2 Jags, and spitta's Chevy broke +Flooded out engines, messed up suspensions +You took everything we had, Uncle Sam, you Satan fan + +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fo Sheezy[Verse 1] +You know they saying since the bar back on the 'dro, he lackin the flow +And if that ever happen whoa I ain't rapping no more +I'm good with a pina, daq and an o +Gagging and choke like ho put the dick back in your throat +Still packing fo sho +Yeezy Weezy off of the heezy fo sheezy +Cruise with the top off of the 'Ghini +Bars got cheese I got cheddar linguini +That's why I keep the federals scheming +That's why I keep the platinum blinging +Every diamond's like a nice size +I help people with problems look at the bright side +With nice ties on a rise so they sitting me high +And the rims born in '79 +Weezy carry the nine Glocks +Slipping they gon have to get six niggas name called carry a pine box +Marry me ma, not +But here's what you can do to me +Give me good brains tutor me +W-E-E-Z-Y Wee + +[Hook x4] +They call me Weezy Weezy fo sheezy +Banana clip on the heater +Banana whip on them sneakers +Banana dick going deeper +[Verse 2] +Got a good game honestly so respect the young'n +Got your girl undercover like a detective woman +I'm a mess blow a vest to onion and I'll test your stomach +And the pistols right next to him cousin +I'm a player having sex with dozens +Sex with cousins hoes dissed with husbands +My pants is down her dress is up +Her head down and her neck is tough +She suck till I say, "That's enough!" +We fuck till her ass fractured up +And when I nut no shower bitch pack your stuff +Am I a mack or what +Yep, Weezy macaroni with a bony model bitch +Are you modeling ma +She got her own whip so you following ma +She said she like that squad shit +So oh you swallowing ma +She said she like that hot dick +Well miss I got three bricks and two pills pop +One blunt mami let's roll +And understand, I know what my name is, right +Bitch say it +W-E-E-Z-Y Wee + +[Hook x4] +[Verse 3] +I'm so gangsta +If she don't go down no thank you +I got so many bitches so ain't ya +Got so many pictures of Ben Franklin +High top tennis on the car cover of the whole game cold +Fuck it up with me niggas come from all angles +Representing S-Q like the Star Spangled +White tee-fish at Kango +Low top Nikes plus my ho pop Nikes +How exciting we riding in the third lane +Said she like Juvy but prefer Wayne +She can give me head +Call her birdbrain on everything +It's Young Weezy cuz I be golly +My neck more colorful then Nelly, Murph, Ky, Ali +I'm so cold deep +Low seats in the old drop blow reef +Like no cops could fuck with this +Swiftly no tops on the whippy +Cash Money hot Bizzy Lil Wizzy get with me +Now I'ma, I'mma ask you again +You know my name right bitch +Bitch say it + +[Hook x2] +[Outro] +W-E-E-Z-Y Wee +Bitch holla!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trigger Man[Verse 1] +Fuck that nigga—pussy-ass nigga +Straight murder that boy and every pussy that's with em +Sit him in the trunk, tell him, "Let's have fun" +No noise fat potato on the end of the gun +My boy’s get that paper just as quick as it come +And if you're standing in the way then mama missing her son +I remember back in the day it was me and Brandon +Cut school, smoke weed, I was strapped, he had one too +Rest in peace from the Hollygrove crew +Tell ya momma I will do whatever she need me to do + +[Chorus] +Lil Beezy we use to get red-eye +Can't believe my nigga dead ah + +[Verse 2] +I'm an apple street killer, a eagle street soldier +Lil Spitter i'm a ropa, silver duck tape her +I'm a kidnapper, if ya bitch look good bet I'm a get at her +She see me in the coupe I put the petal to the metal +If ya boy wanna trip I put the ratta to the tatta +Everybody scatter tryna get the fuck away +Sparks fly, glass shatter, situation gets sadder +Daddy I'm a pitcher, who's the next batter +I whip it like gadda and I throw it right at em +Junior high school, high school when I had em +Had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package +We ain't even in the same lane, stop lacking +Damn even Mack Maine tell me i'm macking +Nigga stop trippin, bitch shake ya laffy taffy +This is New Orleans classic, young Wayne the main attraction +[Hook 2] +I got that goose in my system +Somebody gone be my victim + +[Verse 3] +Talkin with ya bitch, meeting with ya bitch, creeping with ya bitch Now I'm sleepin with ya bitch, you can keep her, she a bitch +I don't love her, I don't trust her +Nigga own mother told me the bitch loves to hustle +Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake +Cop a black Lamborghini, put gold on the plates +Home to the beach, sand at my feet +R1 one wheel hanging off the seat +My nigga Lil Naughty was a downtown G +We use to blow 2 or 3, tell me all about the streets +My nigga Soulja Slim had a motherfuckin message +Magnolia head busta, Uptown legend + +[Hook 3] +Lil Naughty we use to get red eye +I can't believe my nigga dead ah +Lil Soulja he meant what he said, ah +I can't believe that nigga dead, ah + +[Verse 3] +My nigga Lil Spitta that's my nigga all day +First bullet out the barrel nigga better guard your face +Say my nigga Lil Spitta he in the game let's play +He about to take over for my half time break +[Verse 4: Curren$y] +Now once upon a time not long ago +He was in the hospital and damn near broke +And all he had was a mask and a Glock +A box of baking soda and a couple of pots +The streets was empty, the fiends was hungry +He wanted to give em just what they wanted +To get cheap coke all he needed was connect +So he called his homie Wayne from the Hollygrove set + +[Verse 5: Lil Wayne] +Yes, then I got his call, I'll be on the way +Don't worry about nothing but that money to be made +Met up with Spitter we got the shit straight +And I gave him the dope and I kept the yay +Now we on the grind and the bitches know who we are +I come through in the car like gosh +My posture as delicate as fur, I'm all hers +Cut niggas head like barbers, fruity ass niggas is Starburst +Throw em in the ceiling fans +Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman +Yeah-Yeah, throw em in the ceiling fans +Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman +Yeah-Yeah the motherfucking triggaman + +[Outro]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Young Money Property[Verse 1: Curren$y] +Curren$y the hot spitter +Fast life, slow slow +Lost a couple, that ain't shit, I got more +Bank so easy, niggas you know me +Bitches talk sideways get smacked the fuck up +I'm a pimp, but I don't move with a pimp cup +I'd rather keep my drinks in a thermos +Told yall before I was an advanced learner +Cops tryna send me off to camp like Ernest +Yeah, but I ain't going for that walk +Fuck around with me and I just let that gat talk +Yeah, I'mma let that heat spray +Right where you standing that's where you gone lay +Still play it cool, get off the streets +Cops came to the house, moms told them I was sleep +Cause she memorized the script to a tee +Told them that I had the flu and I was in the bed for weeks +Yeah, another victim of a murderer +Got your family running asking people have they heard of ya +All over, putting up posters +Like you got an album about to drop +But there ain't nothing bout to drop but that casket +Label me a bastard even though I know my pops, yeah +Rap game said I fell off the scene +Though I'm coming back like I forgot my keys, yeah +[Verse 2: Boo] +It's a shame how I gotta duck shots +From these hating ass niggas and these crooked ass cops +Fuck it, it just make me grind harder +Now I'm signed to young Carter +P89 be the answers to the my problem +Benchwarmers getting mad, I'm a starter +Number 1 draft pick, laughing in a black 6 +Talk big shit and still turn bricks like back flips +Young Money be the circle that I ride fo' +Nigga we live to stay fly on you ass holes +It ain't a doubt, I'mma rep that Chicago +But I got so much love for the south +Where the women be most thick and give great mouth +And love all the shit that a thug be 'bout +Now let these things ling out +YM bitch, now it's time to bang out + +[Verse 3: Mack Maine] +Gorilla with the flow, nigga finna blow +Ice everywhere, chinchilla to the flo' +Escalade trucks with the chromed out buggy +Type of shit I got since the nigga got paid +Nigga gained a little weight but the hoes still love me +Still let a nigga put the dick to they face +Run up in your crib, put the burner to your face +Leave the scene with out a trace at a earn hard pace +But no I ain't bail, I ain't tryna hit the wall +Tryna mack a little broad and get her back to the place +Yo man trip, I show 'em what the Ruger hold +Catch a flight to Jayville, can't miss the Super Bowl +Then it's back to the hood cause I love the streets +Better find Noah's Ark, bout to flood the streets +Young Money, that's the clan +Young Maine, I'm the man +Getting money is the plan +The Rugers don't jam +[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne] +Weezy F. kinda nice with the Glock +But I'm better than that with the rock +Tryna land me a spot at the Roc +And my city got word of that +Niggas want me to hook them up with Fox +I done got young Mal off the block +Now the haters don't know where he at +Tryna do the same thing for Cap- +That's my young brother, he got shop +If a nigga try to jack +Then we coming back like Hip-Hop +Got the bullets coming out the pump +Running through your stomach back like a Running Back +I ain't got the Emmitt Smith bitch I got the Dorset +AR-33 shooting like a Cowboy +Tryna see red skin, bitch I'm fly, I'm sky born +Young Ozzy Osbourne floating like the cloud boy +Got them bitches pilled up, blowing like a plow truck +With they fucking mouths up, south up!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rockstarr[Juelz Santana:] +I'm just a rocka dude +Lookin for my rocka girl +Baby I'll rock your boat +Rock your bed, and rock your world +But you gotta be as fly as me +You gotta know how to rock your stuff +VH1 Brett Michael, Be my rock of love +VS 1, big stones +Lemme rock ya +Maybe marriage, baby carriage +Lemme knock ya up +I could be your rocka daddy +You could be my rocka mommy +I could your chilly pepper +You could be my hot tamale +Have your ever made love to a rockstar? +In a hot car with the top off +In the middle of a parkin lot +You don't care who see, who look, or who watch ya +Pretty face +And the body soft as baby skin +She hopped on me and rode +I thought my name was Harley Davidson + +[Girl:] +You got your tattoos +I got my tattoos too +We stay up all night and do what rockstars do +We got the music +Bumpin thru the system +The room is real smoky +Highlights in a mansion +We lovin all night +We sleepin all day +Wake up and hit the mall +Stay fresh and rock our way +They try to imitate us +They could never duplicate us +Pull up in the Ferrari +Saying hello to all my haters +[Hook: x2] +Have you ever made love +To a rockstar +In a hot car +With his guitar, playing on the side +Have. you. ever. made. love + +[Girl:] +You drive a fast car +I drive a fast car too +Suicide doors with the topless roof +Now we're cruisin +Glasses on the face +Cus he ducking paparazzi, they high speed chasin +We got a maserati but we drivin in a range +Cus we don't give a damn +Switch rides by the day, day, day +Now this is what I call rockstar love +This was the question I was thinkin of + +[Hook: x2] +Have you ever made love +To a rockstar +In a hot car +With his guitar, playing on the side +Have. you. ever. mad. love +[Lil Wayne:] +I'm a r-o-c-k star +And I can play with that pussy like I play my guitar +Call me Weezy F the best you ever saw +She the best you never saw goo you ain't even lookin +Got a chauffeur but he ain't even lookin +We in the back seat poppin like fried chicken cookin +And I'm tied to that pussy like flies on my duce +Shawty got class +And no I won't play hooky +But no not never +Put my feet on the pedal +And make that guitar go madder like +Told ya girl +I could play with that pussy like I play my guitar1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +HitManLord, I think I need a hitman +Tell Biggie I'm a big fan +Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls, and your pockets on stickman +I just came from the gun store, I swear I spent about 10 grand +I have your family wearing black clothes +And your homies wearing shit bags +Lord, I think I need a hitman +We bout to go kidnap a rich man +If he don’t give it up we chop him up +And send his body parts to his house gift-wrapped +Lord, I think I need a hit man, to put a hit out on the big man +As you can see I've got big plans, big plans to be the big man +Lord I think I need a hit man, cause I can't trust the next man +Lord I thank you for my weed man +But right now we playing phone tag +I’m doing 40 down the boulevard (Ayy) +With my homie that's gon' take the charge (Ayy) +He got the Tommie and I got the Mac +And on your head they've got a contract +Lord I thank you for my hit man, and tell Pac I'm a big fan +I sing Dear Mama to my dear mama +And sing Hit 'Em Up to my Daddy bitch ass (Ooh) +Police pull up, swallow the evidence (Hey) +Then walk off like George Jefferson (Hey) +Its Tunechi baby, I'm a scumbag +And I'm priceless plus Tax (Ooh) +Lord I thank you for these bricks man (Ooh) +I got ’em scratching thats a skin rash (Hey) +Don’t get high off your own supply (Chh) +But I gotta try before I buy (Woo) +I buss back and put that bitch in drive (Oo) +Then circle back and make sure them Nigga's die (Ooh) +I’m hot and spicy with this Choppa nigga +I put it to your ear and BAP, eavesdrop a Nigga +Lord I think I need a hit man, Tell Pimp C I'm a big fan +Pockets on Vin Diesel, pockets on Riff Raff +Niggas faker than witch-craft, I split a Nigga in half +These lil boys they look up to me, I put the G on Giraffe +Lord I thank you for my hit man, but we need to hit a lick man +Cause my girl want some implants +Lord I think the bitch a Kim fan +Doing 40 down the boulevard +I told shawty she gon take the charge +She said its nothing boy I got your back +Because these other Niggas copycats +Lord I think I need a hit man, this for all my fans that been fans +I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry +I’m so sorry for the wait like slim-fast +I stick MDMA up a bitch ass, AT&T, Ass Tongue & Tit man +Shoot the car, brains splash on the tint tag +He zig-zag then crash, Oooh whiplash +Lord I thank you for my hit man +Lord I been a Soulja Slim fan (Ooh) +Pockets on Mack Maine (Nigga), your pockets on stickman +(Mannnn, mannnnn, mannnnn, Lord I thank you for my Hit man)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck That Nigga[Intro] +All I can say is (Say is x4) +*Lighter flicker* +Fuck- fuck that other nigga (That other nigga x3) + +[Verse 1] +I wish all the best, I swear I really do (I really do) +Tell that nigga don't fuck up +And I seen your ass the other day +You gaining weight, that nigga killin' you (Killin' you) +Tell his ass that I'll be over there in a minute +I got a couple of my niggas with me +He wanna put his hands on women +Can't believe the nigga trippin' +I'm on my way, until you tell him "Nigga, chill" +She say "That nigga pay the bills", damn + +[Pre-Hook] +All I can say is- +Anyway I miss you +If we were and accident, I'm glad it's one we lived through +Girl, fuck that other nigga cause you down for that nigga +Well I guess you look better when you frown to that nigga +I swear I just don't get you + +[Hook] +And she say "I don't want to talk about it" (Talk about it) +I said "Cause when we do you always talk around it" +If you love that nigga, what you love about him +She said "Enough about him, nigga, where's yours?" +I- I said "I'm lookin' at her" +And as I glanced more +I could see what lies beneath +Like we on a glass floor +I pray we don't break it +And I pray you and that nigga don't make it +Amen +Girl, fuck that nigga (Girl, fuck that nigga x3) +You deserve the best, I swear you really do +So tell him you gon' pack the fuck up +And I seen you out the other night, drinkin' heavy +Girl, that shit ain't you +Just fuck with me and you'll get over him in a minute +I don't mean to be in your business +You just need to be with a winner, girl +Put on this glass slipper before it break +And then you tell him "Nigga chill" (Nigga chill x3) +She say "That nigga pay the bills", damn +But how the fuck I'm supposed to chill (Chill x2) +Cause fairy tales ain't real, uh +[Pre-Hook] +All I can say is- +Anyway I miss you +And if we were and accident, I'm glad it's one we lived through +And fuck that other nigga but you down for that nigga +Well I guess you look better when you frown to that nigga +I swear I just don't get you (Swear I just don't get you) + +[Hook] +And she say "Can we go somewhere and talk about it?" +I said "But when we do you always talk around it" (Talk around it) +And If you love that nigga, what you love about him +She said "Enough about him, nigga, where's yours?" +I-I said "I'm lookin' at her" +And as I glanced more +I could see what lies beneath +Like we on a glass floor +I pray we don't break it +And I pray you and that nigga don't make it (Don't make it x2) +Amen +Girl, fuck that nigga (Girl, fuck that nigga x3) +Yeah, I'm hatin' +Fuck that nigga (Fuck that nigga x2) +Too ungrateful +And if you leave that nigga (Leave that nigga) +I'll be waiting +Fuck that nigga, tell him I said it +Relationship so [?] +Fuck him, I'm a critic +If he can't play his part, then let me audition +I'm just saying tho, girl you need a real nigga +If you gon' let him feed you, least keep a bib with you +[Pre-Hook] +All I can say is- +Anyway I miss you +And if we were and accident, I'm glad it's one we lived through +Girl, fuck that other nigga you ain't down for that nigga +What happens when you no longer around for that nigga +I knew that I would get you +Too ungrateful + +[Outro] +I'll be waitin' +Fuck that nigga +Tell him I said +Hah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +If I Don’t (She’s Mine)[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, uh + +[Bridge] +She never say, "Never say, 'Never,'" yeah +She never wake up before 7 PM (Uh) +She never dressed for cold weather, uh +And she's mine, she's mine, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh + +[Verse 1] +She got the whole world in her panties, yeah +And she mean the world to me, I just don't know what that mean, oh, oh Lord +She got some first class pussy, she got some world class pussy +And she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah + +[Chorus] +And who gon' love her if I don't, if I don't +And who gon' fuck her when I don't, no you won't +I choose to fuck her how I want, when I want +She's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah + +[Verse 2] +Sleeping ain't the same if I ain't sleeping with you, girl (Uh, yeah) +'Bout to drive myself crazy, u-turn after u-turn, oh +Looking at myself in the mirror like, "Nigga, you sure?" (Uh) +Baby got me all shook up and I'd rather be shaken not stirred +(Talk to 'em) I love her no matter what +I love her through thick and thin +I love the way her breath smells as soon as we wake up +I be like, "Ooh, give me kiss," yeah +And no matter what my friends try tell me +We were made to fall in love +And we will be together, any kind of weather +It's like that, it's like that +[Chorus] +And who gon' love her if I don't, if I don't +Who gon' fuck her if I don't, no you won't +I choose to fuck her how I want, all I want +'Cause she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah + +[Bridge] +She never say, "Never say, 'Never,'" yeah +She never wake up before 7 PM (Uh) +She never keep up with the weather, uh +And she's mine, she's mine, yeah, yeah, hol' up, hol' up + +[Verse 3] +I fell from a cloud to her tongue +I fuck her so good, I got to bow when I'm done +She say all she wanna do is get wild and have fun +My hands in her panties, find a diamond in the rough +If they bottled her up, I'd be a lousy ass drunk +Tell her, "Rivers run deep, I'd rather jog than run though" +Tell her, "Swallow that pride, I ain't cutthroat" +Then she sit on the dick proud, like the front row +And we don't care about what you haters care about +So we don't hear about what you hating about +That's why we gon' move in a bigger ass house +With a whole bunch of rooms with no room for doubt +We got too much going on +Oh Lord, she ain't got no drawers on +But she decide if she wearin' em with a coin toss +Hold on, let me turn my phone off +[Chorus] +And who gon' love her (And who gon' love her) if I don't, if I don't +And who gon' fuck her (And who gon' fuck her) if I don't, no you won't (Nope) +I choose to love her (I choose to love her) how I want, all I want +'Cause she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah + +[Post-Chorus] +And who gon' love her (And who gon' love her) if I don't, if I don't +And who gon' fuck her (And who gon' fuck her) when I don't, no you won't +You used to love her and you won't, now you don't +'Cause she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, yeah + +[Bridge] +She never say, "Never say, 'Never'" +She never wake up before 7 PM (Uh) +She never dress for the cold weather +And she's mine, she's mine, all mine, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In My Life[Intro] +It's nothin', Prefix, go! +Bitch, my name is Weezy F Baby +And you wanna know what the F is for? +That's cause I stay fresh, I I stay fresh +I stay fresh, yeah I stay fresh +You know I stay fresh, so fresh +I say, ain't I the coolest? Get at me! +My name is Weezy F Baby mu' fucka +And this is The Prefix, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? +Go get that Carter album too when it drops +It's supposed to be June 22nd or something +I don't know, it's up to Universal +But when it do drop, go get that shit +But right now, at this given place and time, I'm tired of you niggas +I need a bed everywhere I go to go to bed every time I hear the bullshit +I'm tired of this shit man, I'm tired of that +It's gon' be real fucked up when I get sick and tired of you niggas +I'mma throw up on one of you boys +How would you like that, huh? +Get trashbags for you, cause you're garbage + +[Verse 1] +It's your boy Weezy, from Hollygrove I'm still loc'in +I'm Mannie fresh from the t-shirt to the Forces +Pink got my feet wet, bitch I'm still soakin' +Steppin' out ashy, I need a little lotion +You niggas funny, you gotta be jokin' +My Glocks speak out and the bullets outspoken +I take a week out on the map of the ocean +Way in the middle of the Atlantic I'm tokin' +Just in case one of these niggas jaws open +I jaws 1-2-3-4 bow him +They say he gotta be seasick, how he spit +Keep kickin' it, but you'll never see my knee bent +They got a [?] that I'm deep in +Little niggas I started went off the deep end +But I ain't trippin', I just keep my gun +I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one +I got 99 partners and a snitch ain't one +I got 99 bitches and I don't love one +My 1999 bitches I been done +In 2000 it was mine, now that's his son +Go Weezy, that's what the freaks say +He like head when he ridin' on the freeway +And them threeways on a weekday +I stopped fuckin' with a girl on her P day +I'm playin', I take you to a whole 'nother land +Get you a Tiffany band +Yo, I got one with a [?] band +If you're sick of me stuntin' then I hope you die sufferin' +In the city dolo most of the time +Since a nigga say I want most of the shine +I hit your head really open your mind +Rude boy dreads, I'm red smokin' a pine +I take a bath with your ho and mine +And make a little butter so it go in fine +I flow tough, you can't go with mine +Message to Miss Cita, I'm focused mom +[Hook] x2 +If y'all see them boys tonight +Wait 'til they come up out of them lights +Make 'em come up off of that ice +Bring it back to the hood and flip they shit twice + +[Verse 2] +Get your shit sliced +Boy, get your ho card swiped +Credit or debit pussy, I decline your life +[?] payin' your pipe I [?] Medula +Writin' to Rocafella, protectin' the mozzarella +With the toaster strudel, you niggas is noodles +I'm just tryin' to get my palms on that parmesan +You know the usual, pop smoke and neutral +Cop coke and move, no hustler 'til my boot [?] +We are not mutual, we are not pupils +We are not peoples, you are not eagle +You're not Cash Money or Young Money either +You're thinkin' I'mma beat you, I'm thinkin' where should I leave you +I'm legal, respected like a Visa +Kick early game to your bitch like cold pizza +Yeah, I let you know [?] +I am a product, [?] behind 'em yeah +I'm kinda hot, but she don't mind +You might shoot once, I'll bang 3, 4 times +5, 6, 7-8-9 +The 10'll empty it, that's the one that I kill you with +Weezy F Baby flow genuine +The track screamin' just like my bitch, "Boy, you killin' it!" +Weezy F Baby flow genuine +The track screamin' just like my bitch, "Boy, you killin' it!" +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Go Hard[Verse 1] +It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets +Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet +Gator seats polar bear floors +I faithfully hold to pimp whores +You ate with me and you gon get yours +This eight with me that's bullets through doors +Got haze in me now I'm so tall +Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more +And now or later I'm major player +I ball right I need an agent player +Ay ma you tight you need to page a player +That's so tonight you can taste a player +I got the burner on the waist if you flinching +My shit turning on 28-inches +My shit burning like 500 plus +And this album's a three permer and a clutch + +[Hook] +24/7 (Yes, sir) +I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard) +Not here + +[Verse 2] +I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain +Bang my thing till no more lane remain +Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine +Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain +That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy +Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy +I'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perk +Now I'm getting head on the balcony on Bourbon +Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop +The Birdman my daddy and we fly south +And we don't go to work man we get work out +And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought +Niggas is selling and you should be buying +Niggas is telling and you should be dying +Niggas is yelling Cash Money till they kill me +C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the block +I'm out here bitch I got this here on lock +Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop +I got ya slick this my year don't knock +Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock +Wood-grain handles to steer it's all hot +I never drove factory and I don't own stock +I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah + +[Hook till end]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hasta La Vista (Demo)[Intro] +Yeah +I like this vibe +Smoking the good marijuana, man +Sipping the good codeine +What a time + +[Verse 1] +Making money bags out of pillowcases +Making money bags on a daily basis +Tattoos on our baby faces, you can't faze to face us +We was raised by Jason, Norman Bates, and Satan, Hellraiser +Stunt like Jason Statham, the J's awaiting, that's my crazy patients +I got what they craving, they place the payment just to taste their favorite +Now I got 'em raving about my latest, you should check the ratings +Separate destinations for the extras making extra paper +Never giving statements to the agents during interrogation +Well aware with proper preparation skipping devastation +Devil never sleep, no sedation until heaven make us +Dreaming 'bout being in better places until hell awake us +We well aware of jealous haters with their allegations +Don't need them to validate us, need their gals to date us +Need their girls to serenade us with their salivators +But we lit like Talladega, Tunechi Schwarzenegger gone + +[Chorus] +Hasta la vista, baby +Gone, hasta la vista baby +But I'll be back, baby +Yeah I'll be back, baby +Tunechi Schwarzenegger gone +Hasta la vista, baby +Hasta la vista, baby +Hasta la vista, baby +Hasta la vista, baby +But I'll be back, baby +Yeah I'll be back, baby +Gone, Tunechi Schwarzenegger +[Verse 2] +Oh look, my phone is blowing up +That's your bitch asking to come over, she shall overcome +Oh look my homies showing up, your homies know what's up +It's gon' take some cojones, hope and luck to cope with us, look +We hung right by that corner store with pumps, a lot of dope and bucks +And opened up that box Pandora shut like, keep it closed for what +We keep our noses up to smell the beef +Smell like a rose to us +And all roses must die slow as fuck, we speed it up +We slow it up because we pour it up, you know we pour it up +Trying to coexist with older thugs got us growing up +Knowing much but never know enough, now we loading up +Secret code of trust, keep us holding up and bold and tough +Chin high, eyes forward, shoulders up, protocol, overall +Fight like there’s no tomorrow, soldier (Soulja) boys, you! +Boy you just fuel to all of my fools +I give you little dudes the slaughterhouse rules +Pardon my drool but yall look like food +All that I do is charter my moves +Sparkle my jewels, harbor my goons +I'm hard on my boos cause all they wanna do is come to my room and walk on my moon +All these lil dudes wanna walk in my shoes +And argue about news that’s all about Tune +When all that I do is whatever I choose +And never let you alter my mood, gone +[Chorus] +Hasta la vista, baby +Gone, hasta la vista baby +But I'll be back, baby +Yeah I'll be back, baby +Tunechi Schwarzenegger (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +I'll be back, baby (I'm gone) +I'll be back, baby (I'm gone) +Gone, Tunechi Schwarzenegger + +[Bridge] +Hasta la vista, baby +Product of Cita, baby +High as Khalifa baby +I'm on the Keisha baby +Set it off like Latifa, baby +This lean is my anesthesia, baby +Tell the cops I got amnesia, baby + +[Outro Chorus] +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +Hasta la vista, baby (Gone) +But I'll be back, baby +I'll be back, baby +I'll be back, baby +Tunechi Schwarzenegger +Hasta la vista, baby +Hasta la vista, baby +Hasta la vista, baby +Hasta la vista, baby +I'll be back, baby +I'll be back, baby +[Outro] +I'll be back, hasta la vista +I'll be back, arrivederci +Gone +Young Mula baby +Hasta la vista, arrivederci +Young Mula baby +Young Mula baby +Arrivederci +Hasta la vista, arrivederci +Gone5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Come On[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Where my niggas at, it's play it raw time baby +Load up the guns guerilla war time baby +Light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg +Choppers with drums, uzi's, and Glock time dawg +Murk Whoever he with, they better split cause this the night +And whoever ain't hit, jump out the whip and get it right +Then we run in his house, see anybody and haul them out +Then we empty the clips and let the Lord sort em out +I'm bustin it really, it ain't no stopping me cause I hang up to that Dilly +And now I'm tying up my bandanna and I'm cocking back +Jump out the Hummer send a hundred to your stocking cap +Dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums +Hit your daddy, you sister, your son, your wife and move your momma +Cause I'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain +Got a sawed off, tec and I'm bout to knock off your brain +Tell em' + +[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne] +Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga +Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! +Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga +Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! + +[Verse 2: B.G.] +If drama come to me then it come +For that I got two Glocks and a k with a drum +That's what I ride with not what I got got ducked off +The mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off +I got the tillery when beef kick +I got soldiers ready to march when that beef start +I got niggas be in that zone on that herion +I got niggas ready to kill when shit get real +I got niggas that play all out skirts of the field +So get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled +Oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death +You lose and can't continue if you get dome checked +You get blues it's all what duck gonna be next +Come in that water and get wet +Think you can fuck with me, your thoughts will get upset +I don't shot to hit I shot to kill +Believe me I don't shoot for fun when I shoot it's for real +Come on nigga! +[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne] +Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga +Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! +Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga +Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Give me the guns, I'm ready to bust one nigga +My nuts hung nigga, since I was young nigga +I get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga +I sip some nigga, and I flip some nigga +Imma uptown stunna, what the hell you think +Ready for war, but I ain't captain of no goddamn tank! +And you can take that to vegillity boy +I'm burning up, I'm on fire is you smelling boy +Cause I be coming with the top down +Letting them know how the chop sound +100 rounds tore the whole entire block down +Assault rifle with a drum and beam totter +38 with a speed loader in my holster +Mac uzi achine with a strap around my shoulder +But if I pop my trunk I'm might just set off a damn explosion +I'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain +Got a sawed off tec and I'm bout to knock off your brain +Tell em' +[Chorus: B.G. & Lil Wayne] +Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga +Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! +Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga +Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! +Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga +Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! +Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga +Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! +You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here I come nigga! +You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here I come nigga! + +[Outro: B.G. & Turk] +They gotta holler at "Lil Wayne!", Here I come Nigga! You ain't gotta holler Nigga here I come Nigga! You ain't gotta holler whodie here I come nigga! You ain't gotta holler Nigga! Here I come Nigga! (Come on, come on, What? Come on Nigga!) (There They Go shorty!) (There they go, come on..)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The MartianI pop my trunk and everybody get to running +The "fireman" bitch like my body in the oven +I'm one egg short, I'm just tryin' to get a dozen +My name like honey, it got a lot of bitches buzzing +The neck of the barrel is so long and narrow +And it shoot a bunch, you just lunchin' and Monch like Pharoahe +Bloodshot eye's on the sparrow +And I stay high, but on-point like an arrow +Street nigga baby I'm in love with the gravel +Money gives me life like a man with a gavel +I'm strapped at home, I'm strapped when I travel +I pop my trunk and made them bitches spread like cattle + +Live from the 504 it's Mr. Crazy flow +Jumping like a bungee no rope +Even in the dungeon I glow +Even if it ain't sunny I glow +If it ain't about money I go +Nowhere I'm nailed to the floor +Money controls where I go +It is the sail to my boat +And it's going down it's going down +Like there's a whale in the boat +See you can smell that I smoke +And yep I sip that lean +You hit me with that combination that make my eyes bleed +I'm a shark in the water yep I swim with the big +So I don't have time to deal with Willy the squid +L-lilly pad niggas l-look at the monster +Y-you don't want to crash like la la labambas +I got them 24 inches, sittin on them Joe Buddens +And the trunk straight jumping, bitch I can't hear nothin' +Though I might do the Spurs, sittin' on them Tim Duncan's +And in that lamborghini, I do donuts like dunkin +How come every bad bitch with a pussy, wanna fuck 'em +But I just feed 'em drugs, and watch 'em fuck each other +My neck was 100, and my wrist was another +It make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle +I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle +Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle +Baby girl gettin' straight dick, no cuddle +You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Project BitchThis is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends +Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim +I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs +But I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads +To the ladies havin babies without no drama +To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma +I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts +I put you inside the flyest rides and put a "S" on yo' chest + +This is for the ones who wobbled it an be puttin' they mouth on it +An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it +I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy believe me +See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy +When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice +But to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist +Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga +Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin' to marry a nigga + +Give me a project bitch +Give me a project bitch chick +Give me a hood rat chick +Give me a hood rat chick bitch +One that don't give a fuck +An say she took that dick + +Give me a project bitch +Give me a project bitch chick +Give me a hood rat chick +Give me a hood rat chick bitch +One that don't give a fuck +An say she took that dick +My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out +And said we ain't gone have no evil in this house +So I rolled out, scoped me a house an sold out +But I fucked up when I started livin' up in this hoes house +Nigga started fuckin' one of the broads +'Cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin' it hard +Lettin a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue +She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun +She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building +Ain't sellin' records but her mouth could sell a million +If you wanna take it there we can break it off +'Cause y'all pussy ain't gotta nigga tweakin' at all +I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall +Ask me to lay it down I'm bringin' it all +I'm tryin' to hit ya from the back til ya holla, "Good lord +This motherfuckin' dick good and it always be hard" + +Give me a project bitch +Give me a project bitch chick +Give me a hood rat chick +Give me a hood rat chick bitch +One that don't give a fuck +An say she took that dick + +Look a nigga could catch me ree'd up +Them white folks know the code so we g'd up +An my range rover 4 door be dee'd up +Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts +Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin' to fuck +I deal with sluts, ladies an bitches don't give a fuck +Project bosses Weezy say "Respect Us" +Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus +I got a bitch shoot dice a bitch that ain't right +I got a bitch who will front ya work and will take ya life +I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe +Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin' pro +A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago +I got a Brat type bitch like to whine an shit +I got a project bitch like to start some shit +Give me a project bitch +Give me a project bitch chick +Give me a hood rat chick +Give me a hood rat chick bitch +One that don't give a fuck +An say she took that dickEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Heavenly Father[Intro sample] +Heavenly Father, creator of all things +I humble myself, as I bow to your throne +Heavenly Father + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Before I sleep I pray to the Lord +My soul to keep and if I should die +Before I wake, I pray to the Lord +My soul to take for Goodness sake +Before I sleep I pray to the Lord +My soul to keep and if I should die +Before I wake, I pray to the Lord +My soul to take (Heavenly Father) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I wrote my will just the other week +It was funny, it was only one sheet +And I know there's only one me +But I hope I am everything my son needs +I try and live right, stay on the drum beat +But I'm in the fast lane, in the front seat +I wonder, will I lose control of the Maserati +And hit some tree, just being young me? +Is there a heaven for G's and soldiers? +I can't go to hell, 'cause I'd take over +I feel it approachin' but I ain't scared +I made that bed and I should rest in peace +(Heavenly Father) +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Before I sleep I pray to the Lord +My soul to keep and if I should die +Before I wake, I pray to the Lord +My soul to take for Goodness sake +Before I sleep I pray to the Lord +My soul to keep and if I should die +Before I wake, I pray to the Lord +My soul to take (Heavenly Father) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, and everytime I see the sun shine +I drop down and give thanks at least one time +Feeling like I'm living on the frontline +I'm feeling like every second is crunch time +I've had breakfast, will I make it to lunchtime? +And I ain't joking so don't be looking for punchlines +Will I be the next victim of a gun crime? +I don't know the answer, that's why I brung mine +Riding by myself late at night +Pistol on my lap at every single red light +Yeah, I made my bed right +So when I do I should sleep tight +In peace I rest (Heavenly Father) + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Before I sleep I pray to the Lord +My soul to keep and if I should die +Before I wake, I pray to the Lord +My soul to take for Goodness sake +Before I sleep I pray to the Lord +My soul to keep and if I should die +Before I wake, I pray to the Lord +My soul to take (Heavenly Father) +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Bury me a gangster 'cause that's what I live +Don't cry for me I gave the best I could give +I can only do me, so that's what I did +And I cherish every breathe of my kid +And I don't wanna go before she grow, that ain't cool +But in this game of life I don't make the rules +Shit, so that's why I get twisted +So I can't feel it when it hits me +And my moms don't need that owner +But I see death around the corner +And if he, so I just gotta make my way around the block +You gotta answer the door when he knock +(Heavenly Father) Belee that + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Before I sleep I pray to the Lord +My soul to keep and if I should die +Before I wake, I pray to the Lord +My soul to take for Goodness sake +Before I sleep I pray to the Lord +My soul to keep and if I should die +Before I wake, I pray to the Lord +My soul to take for Goodness sake (Heavenly Father) + +[Outro: sample] +Creator of all things +I humble myself, as I bow to your throne +Heavenly Father1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +C.O.L.O.U.R.S.Microphone check 12 or just 1-2 +I am me who are fuck you +And I'm 1-2 high you should look up to me +My french girls love it when we smoke the ooey +On bellow fronts I do and we smoke the ooey +I do me she feels me cummin like new teeth +I got paper like loose leaf +Come over here and maybe you can get a few sheets +My bodies unique like the sisteen chapple +Fresh (fresh) 6 pineapples +I should cut myself to see if my bloods red +Baby I brainstorm call me flood head +Married to the money +And if she leaves me bury me money +And when your not good then your arrogance is funny +And when your really rich then asparagus is yummy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stick ’Em[Refrain 1: Lil Wayne] +Man, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas +We done came this far, I'm so proud of my niggas +Every house I got came with a lounge for my niggas +I make mountain tops fall to the ground for my niggas +Hit your town with my niggas, shut it down with my niggas +We fucked the same bitch, that's a pound with my nigga +I'ma let my nigga shine, I'ma let my nigga shine +And if you ain't my nigga, you a cloud to a nigga + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Man, I'll cop a key before a plea my brother +Break it down and sell it just to feed my brother +Guerrilla warfare, bitch, I feel like King Kong +Got the world in my hands like a screaming white woman +Dad, why the fuck did you leave my mother? +Rich as a motherfucker, me and my mother +Can't trust her, can't trust her if she ain't my mother +Can't believe these hoes, can't believe it's not butter +Can't believe these niggas, can't believe they're 100 +Can't believe the drugs pills, can't believe it's not cut +Can't believe it's real love, can't believe it's not lust +Love is blind, love is blind, with his eyes wide shut +I ain't lyin', you gon' get your bitch kidnapped +You don't answer the phone, you gon' get your bitch whacked +In exchange for yourself, you can get your bitch back +Love is blind, love is blind, 'cause my heart is pitch black +Think fast, blam back, bullets fast, Amtrak +Get your shit ramshacked, get my bitch man jacked +I'm too high to backtrack, it's too good to pass back +Shoutout to the weed man, never sold a bad pack +I'm just sticking to the code, I ain't tryna crack that +Actin' bad on these boys like a bitch with bad cramps +And somebody said "hell" and I caught a flashback +Of that one-man cell, then I had to snap back +[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne] +Like fuck that shit, my nigga, you around all your niggas, around all your niggas +With a Nubian queen, skin brown as the liqueur, brown as the liqueur +And the brand new machine coming down like a missile, coming down like a missile +Brand new machine gun, brrrrr stick em', brrrr stick em' + +[Refrain 3: euro] +Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas +The money look so beautiful walking up the aisle to a nigga +Tryna figure how an empty background become a crowd full of niggas +And the bitch right next to me feel like she miles from a nigga, at least we all smile for the picture + +[Verse 3: euro] +Them niggas that's been there, them niggas my niggas +I need 'em to bring me more rounds for my niggas +We up, I don't have to look down for my niggas +I paid dues, show the amounts to them niggas +She told me she'll only go down on her nigga +And then she looked up with a mouthful of niggas +Doubt that I'll ever be doubtful my nigga +My stamp on the game, send it out to them niggas +I wanna be like Lil Wayne when I grows up +Smile full of bling-bling when I blows up +I overtalked for what they did to the code crush +Fuck the man, now he owes us, fuck the man +Couldn't pass, had to come up with another plan +Couldn't ball 'cause I couldn't dribble with my other hand +Fuck the man, no really girl, fuck the man +I'm the man, I don't give a fuck about another man +[Outro: Lil Wayne & euro] +Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas +I'm the man, I don't give a fuck about another man +Brand new machine coming down like a missile, down like a missile +Brand new machine gun, brrrrr stick em', brrrr stick em'3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gimme Mine\ +[Hook] +Been runnin for too long +Been runnin for too long +(Yeah! )been runnin for too long +It's time to give me mine (better! ) +Been runnin for too long (they better) +Been runnin for too long (they better) +Been runnin for too long (they better) +It's time to give me mine (because its) +Time to, time to gimme mine (yeah! ) +Time to gimme mine (yeah! ) +Time to, time to gimme mine (haha...) +Gimme mine, Gimme Mine (I'm so... far... ahead man! ) +Time to, time to gimme mine +Time to time to gimme mine +Been runnin for too(hehe...) long +It's time to gimme mine + +[Verse 1]l +Yeah! What they talkin' bout Fee? they ain't saying shit +Nigga, we could hold court like Stan Smith +Or Judge Judy, you niggas better shoot me +Cuz I bought my mans a Glock, and I bought myself an oozi (brrr...) +Don't confuse me +No, they don't amuse me +I come after the money, like wednesday come after tuesday +I told stunna I'm wildin', he say 'don't worry I gotcha' +He told me 'cut they heads off, and bring them back to papa +Yeah! Them niggas getting scurred! Wurrd? +All that talk was just a whole bunch of verb +Pussy ass nigga got a whole bunch a nerve +I have em puttin' your picture on a bunch of shirts +Cuz I smoke a lot of weed, and drink a whole bunch of syrup +I like brain, so I fucks with a whole bunch of nerds +(Hehe) I am number one, cuz two is not a winner and no one remembers third +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Money is the topic baby +See I'm a giant, all these other niggas mocking baby +They microscopic baby +Big crib, I can't even hear em knocking baby +Headed to the top, like I'm tied to a rocket baby +To all the foreign women, lets make a tropic baby +I got so many bitches, I could make a compilation +I'd like to thank the haters, for your cooperation +I got that doctor chopper, if you want operation +Niggas this is my crusaders, kill for confirmation +We all got on masks, we bout to toxic waste em' +I hope they mama's raised em', (why?) cuz they got bitch ways +If they don't pay for you, they get you back dead +Real talk, stop walking on your back leg +Step into the lime light, bullshit backstage +I used to tote a 32 up in my crack days +I tote that AK47 in my rap days + +[Hook] + +Yeah! Come and get it (tell em), anyone can get it +But since I'm the president, I be a little more politic ha +I chillin' in the clinic +And guess how many nurses I got working on my dizick +Snakes in the grass, rats, and lizards +But round here snitches don't exist like wizards +Ho this ain't punch, I'm sippin' on some syzurp +I roll a fat joint and do my fingers like scissors +The game so cold, I done had my share of blizzards +And now I got that big money running like rivers +Nigga, I'm here to get my shit straight +Burner on the hip waist +Leave a nigga street full of bones like a fish plate (aow! ) +Yeah I'm from the hood, but now I'm living in a rich way +That's why I got on my knees and thank God for this day +So say watchu wanna say, I need to throw a cup of water in my face +First place I +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On the Grind[Verse 1] +Whaaat +You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones +Or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour +And most of our customers come up to us daily +Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby +What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings +And z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens +You need to see Weez - anything you like and I have 'em +From crack to Viagra, and Vicodins, Valiums +I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av +So get all your money together, come and get my slabs +I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half +And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav' +And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid +For the white people +When I get two bricks for ten, I know the right people +And I keep a nine on my waistline +And I'mma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind + +[Chorus] +I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm tryin' to grind +I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +[Verse 2] +Nigga, y'all gon' respect Weezy, or else the tec squeezin' shots +I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin', "Stop!" +I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed +On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee +And if we beef, we don't beef long cause we gon' creep all night +So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night +Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes +Cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes +And the bricks move every followin' week +So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder or d +And I shower your streets until your av pass out +More bricks than "The Three Lil Pigs'" last damn house +Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts +And issue work for half and just grab that south +For real, nigga - Weezy Wee tryin' to shine +From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind + +[Chorus] +Tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +[Verse 3] +Start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's +Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks +Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it +Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it +And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue +And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move +Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose +Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'mma tax a dude +Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma +Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour +I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss +Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss +Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun +All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run +I'm tryin' to get rich cause I wan' shine +You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time + +[Chorus] +I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +I tell 'em, "Whaaat!!" +You see me hustlin' on the block all the time +Sittin' at the table, breakin' ki's down to dimes +Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine +Nigga, I'm on the grind +[Outro] +Look +WhaaaaaaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Down in the Studio[Intro - Lil Wayne] +Hahaa, yeah +Young Weezy Baby +Come to tell you all today about a lil’ problem I be having, oh man see its like… + +[Hook - Lil Wayne] +When I’m down in the studio tryna make a track +My girl be at home all over my back +And every time I say that’s what I’m doing +She don’t think it’s what I’m doing +When its her that I’d rather be doing +But right now I’m in the studio making this track +My girl at home all over my back +She blowin’ up my phone +She tells me she’s alone +I say I won’t be long, let me finish this song +But right now I’m in the studio eating this track +My girl at home begging me to come back +Okay I’m coming home, and when I get home +Girl I’m gonna kill it like I’m killing this song +But right now I’m in the studio + +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +Man just record me +And even with a equals sign you couldn’t pause me +Haha +Yeah, this is the office +Come be my secretary baby this is the office +And my office hours are 9 to 5 +But you can be my 6 to 10 +I’mma say it again +My office hours are 9 to 5 +But you can be my 6 to 10 +[Hook - Lil Wayne] + +[Verse 2 - T-Streets] +Man just record me +My girl at home all discombodied +Lady, but baby I’m just recording +And you gotta know I’d rather do this than party +Man, don’t get me started +You think I’m crazy, my bitch retarded +But that’s my bitch regardless +Yeah + +[Hook - Lil Wayne] + +[Verse 3 - Mack Maine] +Man, just record your boy +If I sound a lil’ pissed, disregard ya boy +My baby girl really acting like a baby sending text +Stressed, tryna make it hard for ya boy +I’m like shawty better use your toy +See a nigga never absent but I might be taughty +Lordy, Lordy, I likes to party +See I could be with two freaks about to have an orgy +Or I could be with Pamela, could be with Audrey +Instead I’m telling the engineer: “dude just record me” +And as soon as Angel records me +That’s more Gucci, more Prada, more Louie V +See every verse bring us closer to our dream house +Now we closer to the things that we dream ’bout +And when I get home I ain’t tryna go to sleep +You know I’mma dig deep but right now I’m OT in the studio +[Hook - Lil Wayne]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Break Me Off[Intro: Lil Wayne] +We had them bitches addicted like it was some drug +Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged +We had them bitches addicted like it was some drug +Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Give me a big fine bitch in a dress, one who put them lips in effect +Suck the dick until the shit in her chest +You can piss on her breast, I like that shit +Project hoes like that dick, don't bite that dick +Give me a Spanish big and sweet ho, black from Puerto Rico +Freak ho, specializin in givin me deep throat +Really don't care how (?) shorty +Give me head, don't care, swallow cum, don't spit +Aww shit, I like them Jamaicans and them Haitians +Niggas can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em +White girls I video tape 'em and they enjoy it +They love it when everybody saw it, it's off the chain +High yellow Mexican bitches they all for brains +But watch them hoes that want the change, it's not a game +Or a short cuban ho, with a fat ass though +Bet I'll treat the bitch just like Fidel Castro + +[Chorus: UnPlugged] +Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like +If you go on and break me off by the end of the night +You can ride with me +Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene +Truly I just want you to break me off +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Listen, listen, it's Weezy the hottest, drinkin Barcadis +I stream through the scene in a Lincoln on Robbers +Lookin for the finest dime to wine and dine +Later on I'm tryin to climb behind ya spine +Hold up lil mama, slow ya ass down +Pick ya up, dick up in ya, throw ya ass down +Now throw ya ass around, and scream my name +I can't hear you say it louder what (Wayne, Wayne) +A damn shame, better watch that boy he nasty +I strap on de plastic, make ya bounce like elastic +Put the pickle in the middle, make it wiggle for y'all +Might be small, but that dick ain't little at all +I like a short thick broad, fat ass and shit +Like sassy, flip like Trina, "Da Baddest Bitch" +Matter of fact when I see her, +Pull+ her +Over+ like a cop +Juvey coulda "Backed It Up" and I'da "Dropped it Like It's Hot" +Ya heard me?! (What, haha) +Haha, Unplugged + +[Chorus: UnPlugged] +Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like +If you go on and break me off by the end of the night +You can ride with me +Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene +Truly I just want you to break me off +[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh] +I like them big and round, pretty and brown +A bitch that take it from the back and make the (Ugh Ugh) sound +Now you can bounce slide drop, giddy up, giddy up +Now you can ride til you feel it get a nut, get a nut +Shake for ya hood, bounce for ya baby daddy +Twerk for that nigga got you pregnant in the Caddy +Slide with the KY, hold up, pause +My bitch got thongs, yo' bitch got drawers +My chick like to swallow, yo' chick like to spit +If yo' chick was my chick I'd still love that bitch +Hold up, wait a minute, chill out, stop +My ginseng, viagra, and a strawberry pop +See I'm gettin kinda bold, won't ya bring a friend +From vagina to the asshole do it again +I want a yucky down misses bout delta +Yo mama loved a Tymer but now you welcome +You ok lil mama and I love that chick +But deep down inside I just love my dick + +[Chorus: UnPlugged] +Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like +If you go on and break me off by the end of the night +You can ride with me +Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene +Truly I just want you to break me off +Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like +If you go on and break me off by the end of the night +You can ride with me +Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene +Truly I just want you to break me off +Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like +If you go on and break me off by the end of the night +You can ride with me +Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene +Truly I just want you to break me off +Tell me what you like, let me tell you what I like +If you go on and break me off by the end of the night +You can ride with me +Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans, ain't tryin to make a love scene +Truly I just want you to break me offEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She Feelin MeI'm well dressed, Chanel dress, oh hell yes, I'm that miss, I'm real real wet can +You feel that go tell that to that trick, LS that's how less that's drop top for you square chicks +I know he feelin me and I know he want me + +[Lil Wayne:] +I'm nicely crisp, White T s dots icey white rose gold ruby red price is right white ice +All in Christ's head, and then I sped up in that all nojia I've gon off paint real wet conceled' tet + +[Hook:] +[Wayne:] I know she feelin' me +I no she wantin' me +[Wayne:] She feelin me +[Nivea:] I'm feelin you +[Wayne:] She wantin me +[Nivea:] I'm wantin you +[Wayne:] I'm feelin her +[Nivea:] You feelin me +[Wayne:] I'm wantin her +[Nivea:] He wantin me + +[Hook:] +[Wayne:] My name is? +[Nivea:] Wee-zy +[Wayne:] Higher +[Nivea:] Wee-zy +[Wayne:] Higher +[Nivea:] Wee-zy +[Wayne:] Higher +[Nivea:] Wee-zy +[Wayne:] Her man is +[Nivea:] Wee-zy +[Wayne:] Higher +[Nivea:] Wee-zy +[Wayne:] Higher +[Nivea:] Wee-zy +[Wayne:] Her man is +[Nivea:] Wee-zy +[Lil Wayne:] +I'm so G I fuck that for leaf, I make love to my gal then I fuck the police +She hold my weed in her pussy when we duck the police but I won't let her hold my +Pistol cause she might tuck the police cause she's a gangsta + +[Nivea:] +Street dime, three times lied for you, trialed for you ride for you, we squad, and +Oh Weezy F Baby I love you so I'm never ever gonna let you go + +[Hook:] +[Wayne:] I know she feelin' me +I no she wantin' me +[Wayne:] She feelin me +[Nivea:] I'm feelin you +[Wayne:] She wantin me +[Nivea:] I'm wantin you +[Wayne:] I'm feelin her +[Nivea:] You feelin me +[Wayne:] I'm wantin her +[Nivea:] He wantin me + +[Hook] + +[Bridge: Nivea] +I don't know (ok ok) what you've been told but I've (what dat is) been ready +To roll and ride (what dat is) from the day we both laid eyes (ok) on each other +So we can do (what) that Bonnie and Clyde thing, me and you (ok) the feelin that's +Inside is so true (ok) baby boi I'm gon squad it for you +[Lil Wayne:] +And I'm feelin that so I, need a girl that knows the ups and downs, and knows to +Go down and get up when I touch down, keep a nigga up when I touch ground +Keep her nigga nature up, keep a nigga neighbors up with them +Fuck sounds +Financially stable so she livin plush now, plus she can roll, cook it, and bag it ,and cut now +Now we at the table when tryin to discuss vows, I kno we young but fuck y'all + +[Bridge: Nivea] +I don't know what you've been told but I've, been ready to roll and ride, from +The day we first laid eyes on each other, so we can do that bonnie and clyde thing +Me and you (ok) the feelin that's inside is so true (ok) baby boi I'm gon squad it out for you + +[Nivea Half Hook:] +I'm feelin you, I want you, You feelin me, You wantin me + +[Hook:] + +OK, OK, OK, OK, OK... OK, OK, OK, OK, Go on and hate, go on and hate,go hate, go hate +Ok ,ok ,ok ,go on and hate ,give you our wedding date!!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Troublemaker (Hello World)Umm Hello world I'm your motherfucking troublemaker +Hello world I'm your motherfucking troublemaker +I ain't a peacemaker, I'm the peacetaker +I'm very destructive, watch me break you +Yeah, I love to smell that blood, bitch +Call me the devil what the hell that was +Yeah and you can call me young money streets +And you can see me for all the young money beef +I'm the troublemaker + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Call me mr. kill 'em all +Bitch nigga don't get involved +Shoot you on the front porch +And knock you to the back yard +Knock your fucking back off +Knock your top rack off +You just see jill on the hill, I knocked jack off +But this ain't nursery +This is brain surgery +Ski mask on my bullets +Let em commit brain burglery +Emergency, it's an emergency +Someone in all black left the whole scene burgundy +Kamikaze you can try me I'mma shoot you +When the gun in this position you can call it Kama sutra +I'mma cock and do it like a motherfucking rooster +You pussy boy I'm your mutherfucking doucha +Haha, better run like bobby boucha +It's Weezy baby it's time to induce you +You think you're really safe in here +Stand up we about to take it there +And when we do we come for you to take your body +Where nobody else with eyes can see +And I told them don't start no shit won't be no shit +Don't start no shit won't be no shit +Don't start no shit won't be no shit +Don't start no shit won't be no shit +Three eighty With The Patato On The Head +Leave ya Lookin Like Ya Got A Crater On Ya Head +Im Tryna Stay Off of The Radar Off The Feds +Shhh You Got A Red Laser On Yo Head +I Know What You Are Now Bunch Of Pussy Ass Niggas Witch yo draws Down +And When I And When I Draw Down You See Them Pussy Ass Niggas With They Draws Brown +Young Money Lifetakers +Hello World Im Yo Muthafuckin Troublemaker +TROUBLEMAKER! +Hello World Im Yo Muthafuckin TroubleMake(x4) +Dont Start No Shit Won't Be No Shit.!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cops Is WatchingHey Hey Hey! + +[Hook] +Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin +Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch! + +And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh! +This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack +This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back +This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh! + +[Verse One] +Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone +Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless +Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here +Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear +Gonna speak in every single street this year +My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year +Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggas can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior +I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand +And in the streets I'm a money man +And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men +A hundred proof in my other hand +If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin +[Hook] +Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin +Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch +The cops is watchin streets are talkin +Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful +Ya niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyers +And everybody saw ya and ain't that a bitch + +[Verse Two] +Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand +And these niggas got me rollin with my clip on my hip +But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss +They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss +But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up! +And I dont affiliate with niggas I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga +Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga +Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga +How many more do ya love nigga +Cause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpiece +Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God +Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy +Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour +Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy! +[Hook] + +[Verse Three] +I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son +The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son +Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin) +Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we +Got niggas in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy +Wanna be me and don't even understand me +Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me +I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible +And advance a little due to the pine +My niggas call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind +And I let you do the time I do the crime +When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line +Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga! + +[Hook - 2X] + +Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga +Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin +KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ride With the Mack[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +We are, Young Mula +And we run this bitch + +[Hook] +Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack +Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack +Roll with duct tape and ride with the Mack +Roll with duct tape and r-r-r-r-ride with the Mack + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Slide out the Ferrari, I came to wet up the party +And baby I can shoot like Robert Horry or Corey Maggette +Ready for the impossible, I'm colossal, fool +And y'all niggas just molecules +Don't know how to build a house but I got a box of tools +I'm talkin' 'bout that "pop pop, pap pap, bang bang, blocka boom +That is for Tune +The coupe I'm in say "va va voom", then it go pe'hune +Nigga I'm gone +I'll see you soon, on the moon +Put me in the dirt and watch me bloom +Put me in the jungle, bet I'm coming back with all the food +Put me in the streets and bet I'm coming back with money +Yeah, bitch nigga run it (3x) +I'm heavily blunted, me and my gun loaded +She ridin' with me 'til the muthafuckin' road end +Yeah, and it be like that +I don't got papers on that Glock +But I got papers on that Mack +[Hook 2x] + +[Verse 2: Raw Dizzy] + +I ain't have a body on it, but don't nobody own it +So anybody can get it if anybody wants it +Homie, I'm not your homie +You fuck around and end up wrapped up +In the trunk like a fucking mummy +Phony, I'm far from phony +I'm only about my money +And I keep enough of work to feed a thousand junkies +I stay strapped cause I keep a couple thousand on me +And I know these little cronies that's plottin' on me +But I ain't never scared +I ain't never runnin' +I got my own back +I ain't never frontin' +And I'm forever thuggin' +I'm like a pair of somethin' (?) +No heart, I don't care for nothin' +And no sir, I ain't here for nothin' +Then I'm trying to bring it back like the record's jumpin' +I got my system pumpin' +And I'm riding with the Mack and the duct tape in case I gotta carry somethin' +[Hook 2x] + +[Verse 3: Mack Maine] + +I got real fucking blood flowing through my pulmonary veins +I play the kitchen, call me "Culinary Maine" +Y'all niggas bitches, ya'll hustlin' on the scary train +While we move everything, from heroin to Mary Jane +But let me fall back, I know the Feds like rap +(There's an echo in the headphone) +That's how I know the mic tapped +When you don't brush your teeth +The only time you touch plaques +While we got too many on the wall +Yeah, it's like that +I got chicks that like me that don't like rap +Ask your girl who her favorite +I bet she say she like Mack +I tell a dark-skinned chick I'm allergic to chocolate +So if we eating use the plan and you can keep on walking +Hi Yellow Mamis, I don't eat red meat +I'm busy killing tracks +Yeah, this is a dead beat (rest in peace) +No child support +I pay with my heart, I kill it +I probably never be the best +But one of the realest +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +High Beamin’[Verse 1: B.G.] +Niggas be hatin +Cause BG got it +Every top of the line car they got +Look I ride it +From the Hummer to the Rover +The drop jag +B and C lex truck +Nothin' my click ain't had +Everybody head was fucked +When they heard bout the deal +Cash Money hotboys signed for 30-mill +Already was straight but now we livin larger +Already was ballin, but now we ballin harder +Picture: bitches can't take me +Cause my wrist stay flossed out +Niggas hate me cause all day I'm flossed out +Ghetto made me +My dog, Baby, saved me +Niggas find out they ho got fucked, they Implicate me +That's how it go +It ain't my fault I got mega cheese +Walk that walk +Talk that talk I'm BG +Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on +Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On +[Chorus: B.G.] +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Wha +I'mma flosser baby, baller baby +A fifteen year old shot caller baby +And I'm racin' through +In the all black chromed out +Mercedes Coupe +Got yo' wife at my house +And she naked too +And all my niggas all around her +Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead do what you do' +It's Weezy darlin' and off the heezy darlin' +And I'm surrounded by the ice +It got me freezin' darlin' +And it's plain and simple +Won't change cause it's natural +Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all +Got the game from Beatris +I'm tryin' to see six numbers +Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers +Leave the Grammy awards with six womens +And make her stop at the gas station for six rubbers +Put it together +This is the life when you get full of the cheddar +Don't try to end it or you wouldn't get better, what +[Chorus: B.G.] +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +La, la, la, la +Here I come star rapper +I get the fast money +Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money +Standin out the roof of my car +And flash hundreds +Take your girl to the mall +Spend a G like that's nothin' +She lay on the floor +Open up the spot +Take off her drawers, and "let me see the cock" +"Don't stop" Lil Weezy, Weezy ain't nothin' nice +Baguettes in my Jesus Christ, nothin' but ice +When they see me at night +Behind tints I stay high +Snatch yo' wife +Run up in her with the K-Y +But it's on man +Ever since I was born Wayne +Nigga get out of line +I get dirty like John Wayne +I'm bout stuntin', flossin' +Whatever come wit it +And I don't shoot guns +Unless they have a drum wit it +At first they wasn't wit it +Thought that I was jokin +Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it (Whaa?) +[Chorus: B.G.] +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' + +[Outro: B.G.]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +CascadesShe say “what’s happening?” +I say “wassup wassup” +She ask “whats up with me” +I say “whats up with us” +I say “what’s really good?” +I say “what’s really good?” +I put my love down +She say “it’s really good” +She say “it’s feeling good” +I say “I’m feeling better” +I make her say my name in Capital Letters +I’m a nasty guy +Dont ask me why +Just ask me how and I’ll show you proud +Her head is gone, she’s in the clouds +And when she rains, man she pours down +And I be the fella without an umbrella +Ma, you finer than a wine cellar2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get ’Em Off Me[Hook] +That mac-10 will get them off me +Head shots, he still talking + +[Verse 1] +You try to run up on Lil Wayne, I let you hold the slug +The can opener, will make your jug open up +I'm probly in the crib--baking Up, rolling up +Cause I'm a nut wit the coke, call me coconut +Bet I smack em wit the tooly, tell em straighten up +I'm from the murder capital, you niggas baby butt +You baby mutts get the fuck, I ain't a dog +I'm a Boss Hogg, shout out to Slim Thugga' +Pussy's spraying, that's a shot to ya brim youngin' +I'm so Cash Money, right out the rim brotha +Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I am +Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I +Slide out the whip, looking like a million bucks +Don't touch bet this fucking full clip fill ya up +Hollygrove in this bitch blocka block +Make the chef pull the stove off the hip, cook em up + +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 2] +If I was to let the barrel spin +None of you niggas be standing +I pull this burner out my drawers +You gonna piss in ya panties +On the block as a younging +I was working that jelly +Knew fat niggas kept bundles under their belly +I’m a motherfucking Young Money +A motherfucking Cash Money +Millionaire, Cash money Machiavelli +They say dress to kill, but I look better at it +Ready for anything, its covered like spaghetti +I’m a nice young d-boy baby +I digest your man like a t-bone baby +Keep on I got the heat on 80 +At 90 I’m shooting, at 100 I’m blazin +Concrete jungle the wild-life pavement +That’s my life, my life, my life baby +Don’t get caught up in the twilight craze +Or you'll be just another highlight baby +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Before I had my aim +I still had a pistol +Missing ya whole chest +Hitting ya whole temple +Like 95, 96 getting it in the rental +So short I had to sit on a pillow +Let the whole quaker sit on the griddle +Cook em up and shoot em out like missiles +Boot em up and call em out like bitches +They ain't nothing but bitches +They ain't fucking with this shit +They swinging and missing +My angle is different, they ain’t seeing me +Look into my music, that’s the window to my soul +See the g in me, long hair all black like Easy-E +Little nigga got smack like the DvD +Click-clack sound sweet to me +Pap-pap you look asleep to me (what you saying) +Click-clack sound sweet to me +Pap-pap you look sleep to me +Good night + +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ready for the WorldWhen you look into the mirror in the morning +Co you recognize who you see +When I look into the mirror in the morning +I don’t see anything +What happens when the sun don’t rise and the birdies don’t wana sing +And even the flowers of the day die and then they stink +And then they shrink +And even the friend of mine says the shrink might work +And I was thinking bout clearing my mind but im afraid it might hurt +And just when it seem that I got the whole world at my door +The bell ring and I open up with a bang +Im ready for the world im ready for you girl +Im ready for the world im ready for you girl +Im ready for whatever for now and forever +Im ready for whatever for now and forever +Im ready for the worlld the the the world +Im ready for the worlld the the the world +Wait til they get a load of me +Psychotic, my pilot left the air craft +Good weed like im smoking on some tear gas +How ya want I can specify mother fucker +Snearker sceintist I second high the mother fucker +Pissed off no more like shittin on +Get it good bitch I get til the getting gone +3 words bitches: "It is on" +Big dawg are the kittens home +Opening + +Hmm yall ain't ready tho I get so much green they call me lil ready go +Is you ready 4 5 and the the leather coat and shoot these mother fuckers and whoever cope +Somebody better let em know I ended the banana clip in and in your cantaloupe +Fruity niggas suck a dick fuck the world, I'd rather fuck a bitch +Starin at the walls of the room figurin out how to get out +And theres no window to escape your mental drought +You think about the crossroads more than the man that's conducting the train +And then you lift your protected you still can't fuck lil wayne1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What Else Is There to Do[Spoken: Lil Wayne & Mack Maine] +What is it that I haven't done yet? Uh... Grammys... Uh... Emmy. Haha. Angelina Jolie, Katie Holmes, Martha Stewart, Oprah Winfrey, Mama Blanco, hahaha. Sarah Palin! + +Ooh, we looking for her! + +I'm at her neck, straight up. I'm at Sarah Palin neck. I love a bitch who wear glasses. Bitch, you keep them glasses straight on. Keep them bitches on while we cutting up... + +They better not fall off! + +Bitch gon' come out—telling you. Bitch gon' come out the next day, get on the mic at the... Uh... What they call it? The debate? That bitch gon' say, "Lil Wayne for president!" Hahahaha. "Lil Wayne! Lil Wayne!!!" Don't she blow the flute or something? +I'll be up there with the guitar, she be up there with the flute. Talking 'bout, *Do-do-do-do do-do-do!* Hahaha. Call me! I'll go home, make it juicy for you!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Bad, The Sad & The HatedNo one knows what it's like +To be the bad man (When Eminem created Slim Shady) +Behind the lies (DJ Cinema) +No one knows what it's like to be hated (He really started to connect with people across the world) +To telling lonely lies (Have outraged just as many people as the won over) +(Mardi Gras) +There's a certain mystique when I speak +That you notice that's sorta unique, cause you know it's me +My poetry's deep and I'm stillmatic +The way I flow to this beat +You can't sit still +It's like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep +I'm strapped just knowin any minute I could snap +I'm the equivalent of what would happen if +Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically +It ain't even funny I ain't even hungry +It ain't even money you can't pay me enough +You to play me +Is cock-a-mani you just ain't zany enough +To rock with shady +My noodle's cock-a-doodle +My clock's coo-coo +I got screws loose +Yeah the whole kit and caboodle +I'm just brutal +It's no rumor I'm numeral uno +If Assuming +There's no humor in it no more +You know I'm rollin' with a swollen bowlin' ball in my bag +You need fag to come a tear a new whole in my ass +No one knows what it's like +To be the bad man +To be the sad man +Behind the lies +No one knows what it's like to be hated +To be faded +To telling lonely lies +Damn I ain't never kill nobody I promise +An I promise if you try me +You gone hafta to rewind this track +And make me go back that thing'll go 'lack'' +That boy'll lay flat so flat +That act is what I perform amongst you haters +Got nina in my palm an I'm masturbatin +Black peter pan fly till I die +Wat u sayin Bathe in ape +Eve Saint - evie sue what I stay & gat me feelin' +Like scarface light the cohiba +Streets reply I look right in a four seater +You know I be high get right in the four seater +Top floor of the four seasons +Four of them whores +An they all know how to cook it up +An look I got some and only one know how ta bag +Bitch bundle up +See it's a cold world so homie bundle up +Clean on this grind full or not get your hustle up +No one knows what it's like (I know that you put a lotta pain in your music) +To be the bad man +To be the sad man (Some of it comes from def jam) +Behind the lies (bein frustratin with other niggas) +No one knows what it's like to be hated (Some of it comes from my chick pissin me the f*ck off) +To telling lonely lies (I'm feelin a lotta pain) +(Mardi Gras) +I'm dealing with some shit homie +It's in the back of my head +An it's some shit homie but I just rap it instead +See I got wolverines bones in me but +The whole worlds throwin stones at me +Like they all got a bone with me +Got a childs mother and I hate her to death +But that's my childs mother so that's my +Mate to the death it's wow how I love her for +For putting little me here +And me and her could be forever +She gonna still be there +Then it's some other niggas +I judged the character wrong but +They some other niggas +Now let's get back to the song +I gotta Drug Problem +That I ain't tending to, cause I gotta enough problems +An my solution is to stuff problems +But if something goes wrong with that +Then it's back to Pcp and so long with rap +See I'm depressed lately +But nobody understands +That I'm depressed lately +I'm sorta feeling repressed lately +So ya'll been hearin and seein me less lately +Like does anyone notice the regress lately +Look deep nigga don't I seem stressed lately +Seem disturbed alota regrets lately +Yeah +No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings like I do +An I blame you +No one fights back as hard on their anger +None of my pain in the world +Can show throughEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On the Block #1Yall know me it is shorty moutha fuck**g g riding with a half a brick stapt to your neice cause you know i punch you in your nose and split your back yall ni**as are wack and i toate fat sacks and slim dimes you just wine this is my flow so get up off my nuts like luda said yall mack with no nust and i murded it so put it in the trashEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moral of the Story[Intro] +Ah-em + +[Verse] +Baby mama say I ain't shit +Make a nigga feel like shit +Talkin' 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit +So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it +I just hope I die for a reason +They probably won't miss me 'til they need me +Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord +I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit +Way too concerned to be conceited +I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord +Die tryna reach 'em +They care more about how much I leave 'em +Where'd I leave it? +I hope I left more of an impression +And all of my blessings for my kids and Miss Cita, Lord +Just got off the phone with my son +Told him, "You're a son of a gun" +Just got off the phone with my daughter +Told her, "I won't hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord +My new bitch left me +She said she felt too disrespected +It made no sense to me +But not to the people closest to me +And that's why she left +My smile just left +Can't lie though, I tried though +I'll die tryin', that's a common death +We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams +Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath +Now they try to tell me I need rest +And I’ll find love again, I ain't find it yet +Oh, but I guess it is what it is +As it appears, oh shit +There go the tears, there go the drank +There go the pills, you know the drill +Sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird +He done died so many times and still here +Why am I here? +Dear Life +What is my reason? What am I here for, that's the question? +My children, that was easy. So easy +Sometimes our loved ones don't love us +I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love +Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber +I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy" +Even though I make it look easy +But understand looks are deceiving +Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance +'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it +Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it +Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it +Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin' +Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me +Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin' +I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die +I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion +I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string +I can't describe it +Feel like a anchor tied to my finger +Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink +I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas +There's strength in numbers but there's honor over strength +I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga +So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink +It's way too real +The shit I'm talkin' way, way too real +I hope it gave you chills +The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill +You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real +Gettin' high after I paid the bill +Lower than a Navy SEAL +Show up with them Navy guns +I hope somebody prayin' for 'em +Price tag, no mistake, somebody payin' for 'em +Ice bath when my face numb, no expression +What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit? +Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive. Be so fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive" +I don't get too high to look over blessings +Never come in second, make the most of your seconds +They so precious +'Cause if we could buy time every store would sell it +If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling +I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic +Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache +Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better +I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter +[Refrain] +Dear Life +What is my meaning? My reason? +That's the question +I ask the reader +God bless the reader +Dear Life +What is my meaning? My reason? +That's the question2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Basement Freestyle[Intro] +Hahaha, hello world! +Uh, I'll talk to him +See, live from the, from the, from the.. +Gotcha! + +[Verse] +Life from the 504 +It's Mr. Crazy flow +Jumping like a bungee, no rope +Even in the dungeon I glow +Even if it ain't sunny I glow +If it ain't about money I go +Nowhere, I'm nailed to the flo' +I am a sail to the water, money's the sail to my boat +And it's going down, it's going down +Like there's a whale in the boat +And you can smell what I smoke +And yep, I sip that lean +You hit me with that combination that make my eyes bleed +I'm a shark in the water +Yeah, I swim with the big +So I don't have time to deal with Willy the Squid +L-L-Lilly pad homies L-L-Look at the monster +Man, you don't want to crash +Like La-La-La Bamba +See it's me, Roney, and Terry +And my new drop is berry +Watermelon, plum +Just call it fruit punch +I'm an old rapper +Getting new bucks +And all you new rappers +You're just new lunch +Flow sick +So sick +Need a Doc, yes +A creature +Monster +Like the Loch Ness +I gets hotter by the tick +Before I sizzle to death +I just tell the clock +"Gimme a sec" +I'm the middle of the war, where my enemy at? +I'm runnin' it like Eric Eric Bieniemy back +I hit a track I'm like an energy pack +The instruments are crying out "Where the sympathy at?" +Okay, I'm finna be that +Whatever rich look like, well look I'm finna be that +They say money ain't everything +But I look better than that +It's Cash Money +Young money +Have a sweater with that +And just chillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +2Pac Dedication[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Holla at ya boy its Weezy Baby +They label me a problem +And I probably am so I dont knock em +I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers +With an ol' school bitch, she got on door knockers +And she knock on your door for that raw partner +Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster +Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase-rati +Like how he? Why he? Cause I be +Moving through the city like an I.V +Tryna be monogamous but I got bitches on my dick +Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit +So I only promise this: to my little girl I will give you the world +And to my unborn I'm tryna reason with ya moms so +If I'm not with her when you get here, its already clear +Yeah, and for their sake I'm a ball every year +I'm a pause every tear +And tattoo it on my face +Niggas know, that I got that black music on my waist +Make me put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-b-bass +Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket +Mama can't remember shit but last saturday, what a tragedy +Flowers for the family +Powder in my nap sack +Running through the projects, tryna get a stack back +I got my SK bout to get my MAC back to pap pap at niggas who yap yap +Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know +'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes +Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude +See these is the clues, part of my shoes +I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew +Don't move cause you right in the route of the gun mouth +When it talk, you know what come out- barreltone +Nigga y-y-young Wayne from out Carrollton +Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow +Though my path is narrow, my angels are shadows +I saddled up, and get the fucking battle +Automatics up, like nigga fuck whoever +You touch and reach, you get fucking bleached +Above the law niggas put you underneath +You call the law nigga? You fucking leech! +You Saved by the Bell, you fucking Screech +My bucket screech through the streets like a R&B singer +You ain't pimping until you fuck a R&B singer +I walked in this building with all these bangers +And all these niggas look like targets to me +What's a drought to you may be a bargain to me +Cause I just may be sitting on a carton of Ki's +I got important people thats trying to market me +So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white, Sike! +I know I'm not walking without a fight +So I'm swinging with all my might +We can go all night +I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night +Do a verse today and do a show tonight! +Fuck a ho today, and fuck a ho tonight! +Im' a live my life like there's no tonight +I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry +Cause your prayers maybe working, mama they gon' try +Yeah,and we rock to the same lullaby +Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5 +I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine +I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time +So I can be a paid nigga, and make that tomb stone say "I'm a made nigga" +I'm a made nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +42 BarsHey! Look up baby, they write my name in the sky bitch +Don't forget the baby is what I tell the pilot +Don't forget the liquor store is what I tell the driver +Twenty dutchmasters and straight level vodka +I can pedal backwards and still move forward +Look under the mattress, you might find four of 'em +I can go though the atlas without touring +I can fuck an actress and never been in movies +Chea. I'm a cutie, An offspring of mamas beauty +I did overtime, I took papas duty +I'm a man in every sense, I got cents +Since I got rich I got tints on every Bent' +Since I know tension come out them like vents +I vent, and show no relent, money well spent +I'm a hell raiser, blaze a L right in +Front of the laws, I'm tougher than yall +Never really had a pop, so I never had to check in +But I get enough checks, I fuck around and check him +Look, check him out, these is Evisus +America ain't even let them out (ha ha) +I'm feeling great, I'm stepping out +Take ten out, brrraatt, chest is out +And I don't leave paraplegics, I squeeze it +Until I see ya spirit rise with my own eyes nigga +I'm on mine nigga ,I got this like a bitch got time nigga +And I'm the dime type +And I'm walking in the lime light, still like lime +They talking in hindsight, I'm right now +I pull up on ya shawty like SKKRRR +Tryna hop up in this Maybach, I walk way back girl +Come up out that gear asap girl +Whisper in ya ear this Wayne pussy, say it back girl +Now she in the whip with homes +He listening to the same songs I fucked her on +Yeah. I lay back, I'm comfortable +Yeah. Weezy baby boy, lazy boy +Yeah. I did my service in the Navy +Now I'm just a veteran, they forever pay me +Dig me like a shovel, Mama I'm a rebel +I come from under that rock and turned into a pebble +Baby I'm trouble, so turn up the treble +You say it's clever, I call it whateverEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro (Tha Block Is Hot)[Intro: Mannie Fresh & Baby] +Ahh, Hot-Hot +Yo! Wassup?! +What it be like, Fresh? +What's happenin'? +It's all gravy, baby +It's gorgeous +And Tha Block Is Hot; what's up, nigga? +Aww man, it's magnificent, magnificent +Look, nigga, my block so hot when my hoes walk, them diamonds poppin' out they toenail, woadie +Bling-bling, bling-bling +But it's all gravy +Ya heard me? +The block is full of lava, nigga (Ha) +Got them po-po's pullin' up actin' crazy, nigga, what's happenin'? +Tha Block Is Hot, like a barbeque at Satan's crib (Off top, I'm loving that) +Tha Block Is Hot, like the Delgado Clinic, ya' heard me +This lil' nigga Wayne is so motherfuckin' on fire (Wayne is gorge-rific!) +A hose pipe couldn't put this nigga out +Man, Baby, have a heart, have a heart +This lil' nigga here is greasy (Have a heart) +He cheesy (Have a heart) +This lil 4 foot millionaire is on fire, woadie +Aww man, that's wonderful +And he know he representin' with the motherfuckin' Big Tymers +B. Geezy, Turk, Juvey, come to lay it down, nigga (Who else?) +You still laying down hot ass tracks +I gotta give you the motherfuckin' "Hot Beat Of The Year Award" +CHING!-POW-WHOA-ZIP-CUH-SHAZAM (Ya heard me) +I love that, I love that, I can love that truly beautiful, boy +Now check it out, and it's all gravy (bring it on, bring it on) +This lil nigga here is hotter than a motherfuckin' torch at the Mardi Gras season (Ha!) +Weezy, lay it out like a carpet, lay it out (Do what ya' do, boy) +Lay it out, lay it out (Do what ya' do, boy) lay it out +I'm lovin' that, Fresh, you laid that motherfucker +Fuck 2000! We going all the way to 3000! +How you loving that Playboy?! (Whoadie!) +Whooooadieee!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Reality[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Ayo Tim, I like this +I told you I’m on some other shit +Check it + +[Hook: Lil Wayne x3] +My reality is bigger than your dreams are +Got your dream girl riding in your dream car +She wants me, she wants me +Plus I got it all +Bitch tell me what you don't see + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I got 25 lighters on my dresser +Got the girl and a girl to undress her +My guitar strap is leather +My life is better than ever +I got women all up in my condo +And my drug dealer comes pronto +Got a registered pistol in the console +So, so, don't try me now +Don't try me now (now) + +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +Yeah just riding feeling lovely +You can hate but your girlfriend loves me +Yeah I'm too G like a Gucci belt +Hot Gudda baby girl, I can make your coochie melt +I keep your lady wet like she took a dip +And if you looking for her, you can follow the drip +I'm slick like Rick, the ladies pulling my wrist +I just walk in the spot and out with my pick +I'm gone like a trip with a nice thick redbone +On the phone getting head, call it headphone +Pimping all over like Ludacris +These hoes love me, I'm wanted like a fugitive +(hahaha, yeah) +[Hook:Lil Wayne]x2 + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +What do you not see? You must be blind + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] + +[Verse 3:Mack Maine] +What you need, contacts? +Tell me what you don’t see +What you can’t tell, I’m everything that he won’t be +Talking about your boyfriend, bitch you need a man friend +Even when you ain’t sittin' down you can’t stand him +Dirty dick bandit, luxury car whipper +Crib on Dolphin Island, backyard full of flippers +This is my reality, your man just be dreamin’ +Wake up in the morning, bedsheets full of semen +I mean he’s wet dreaming, while me I really do it +Coulda, shoulda, woulda, baby girl you shoulda knew it +And fuck the paparazzi, I don’t ever kiss and tell +I’ll be your genie out the lamp or your wishing well +I’ll be your fishing pail and you can be my yacht buddy +Take you from A-Z, I’ll connect the dots hunny +Day viewers got money, baby cause I got money +I like it the B-5050, what you got for me? +It could be some bread, nah it ain’t gotta be cash +I’ll take a little head or I’ll take a lotta ass +I’ll take a friend or two, we can have a 3D weedy +I could toss you a Gudda Gudda or Lil Weezy, Weezy +Or my nigga Peedy Weedy, or my nigga Tity Tity +Fuck you on the hood of red strip and green Lamborghini +Go head and take this x-pill, that there buck you up +Probably have you walking round like “Damn, what the fuck” +Lady in streets but in the sheets girl you such a slut +Smash you on a top bunk, that’s a banger uppercut +And everyday we do brunch, everyday we do lunch +You do me, I do you +Baby we could do us and I ain’t gotta say no more +I don’t talk too much +Thus far, phew I feel like I’ve been trying to sell a car +Is you buying? +[Outro:Lil Wayne] +Haa, cause I ain’t got no time for a test drive +Do you want to go with me to the final frontier? +Don’t you see, I have everything but fear +This is not a dream, no this is real1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Open Letter (Demo)[Verse 1] +Baby momma say I ain't shit +Make a nigga feel like shit +Talkin' 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit +So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it +I just hope I die for a reason +They probably won't miss me 'till they need me +Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord +I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit +Way too concerned to be conceited +I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord +Die tryna reach 'em +They care more about how much I leave 'em +Where'd I leave it? +I hope I leave more of an impression +And all of my blessings for my kids and Ms. Cita, Lord +Just got off the phone with my son +Told him, "You're a son of a gun" +Just got off the phone with my daughter +Told her, "I won't hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord +My new bitch left me +She said she felt too disrespected +It made no sense to me +But not to the people closest to me +And that's why she left +My smile just left +Can't lie though, I tried though +I'll die tryin', that's a common death +We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams +Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath +Now they try to tell me I need rest +And I’ll find love again, I ain't find it yet +Oh, but I guess it is what it is +As it appears, oh shit +There go the tears, there go the drank +There go the pills, you know the drill +Sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird +He done died so many times but still here +Why am I here? +[Chorus] +Dear Life +What is my reason? +What am I here for? That's the question +Hmm, my children +That was easy, so easy, uh + +[Verse 2] +Loved ones say I don't love 'em +Make a nigga feel like nothin' +A bitch said we never make love +Make a nigga feel like fuckin' +I just tell my kids, "Nothing's easy" +Even though I make it look easy +But understand looks are deceiving +Smokin' all this motherfuckin' weed +'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it +Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it +Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it +Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin' +Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me +Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin' +I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die +I can't deny it, you can't tame a lion +I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string +I can't describe it +Feel like a anchor tied to my finger +Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink +I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas +There's strength in numbers but there's honor over strength +I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga +So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink +It's way too real +The shit I'm talkin' way, way too real +I hope it gave you chills +The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill +You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real +And I'm higher than a cable bill, lower than a Navy SEAL +Show up with them Navy guns +I hope somebody prayin' for 'em +Price tag, no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em +Ice bath when my face numb, no expression +What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit? +Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive +Be so fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive +I don't get too high to look over blessings +Never come in second, make the most of your seconds +They so precious" +'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it +And I never leave my grind, that bitch so magnetic +I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic +Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache +Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better +I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter +[Chorus] +Dear Life +What is my meaning? My reason? +That's the question +Hmm, my children +That was easy, so easy +Yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Worry Me[Hook] +You gotta walk like a (soldier) +Talk like a (stunna) +Move like a (player) +And get it like a (hustler) +You gotta walk like a (soldier) +Talk like a (stunna) +Move like a (player) +And get it like a (hustler) +Because I won't let y'all worry me +I got something chrome that I carry with me +It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me +I'm the seventeen don till they bury me + +[Verse 1] +Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay +I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay +I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jr +Stunting in the gray uh +Shortie play your player +Slick clean hey ya +Fifteen riding with me spray ya +You don't want no drama with me play fa +Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga +I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking +Plus my late pops still looking +Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp +Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp +Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street +I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me +And that's how Weezy Wee be +And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo +Knowing on my waist is the sizzo +Weezy so hot Glock ten and a pistol +Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil +Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential +I stick to my mental +Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple +Forget I'm getting rich for a cent +Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you +90 on the highway seeing what the whip do +Cops get behind me they want see the whip too +S-Q professor C-M-B alumni +Everybody else fails except the young guy +Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine +Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine +The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine +I can't lose cuz I won mine +Now run yourself + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +I got five drinks with me +And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe +Three guns +Two bitches +And all I need is one knife +And I bet you don't like +C'mon we only get one life +And if it's done right +Freak a nigga might wife her +You know S-Q galore low chop three striper +I'm just trying to keep paper +Please, don't be a hater cuz he'll take ya Weeze +Don't be a major cuz he greater +Cheese gon feed Nate +Brother it's keys or emceeing +And I'm a C-O-A cuz I can move yay +Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck +And y'all don't starve me +That shit could be bad for your heartbeat +Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat +Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard +Damn whore +Yeah I know +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In The City[Jae Millz] +Nigga. I'm from a city full of pity these niggas are silly +Kill you in Harlem hit the turnpike in lower Philly +And these little niggas ain't got books in their book bags +Your next neighborhood killer might be who you look past +Get it right before you get left +And sent to the upper room cause your ass couldn't calm down +Rewind me back and you notice I'm trying to warn you +Before your collarbone be what hollows are getting torn through +Play gangasta tonight and you won't see the morn' dew +And the whole next month would be something mother mourn through +God forgive me I know Thou shalt not kill +But id rather him than Millz so if I gotta I will + +[Lil Wayne] +I'm from New Orlean where the water never clean +So ima gonna shower in some fuckin gasoline +You fuckin with the monster everyday is Halloween +My choppers ain't no doctors but they taking out your spleen +No my riders ain't no robbers but they taking everything +From Mamas to baby Mamas to Papas and we goin to pop up with poppers and leg warmers, barrel way down my jeans +My nigga ain't no fire but I'm a blaze everything +I'm that hollygrove roster and my number 17 +Eastside bitch, thats where I come up as a teen +But now I'm the man, and now I'm the man +And this is my land Lilweezyana and New Orleans In the City +[Short Dawg] +H-Town sunnyside this my playground +Home of ... candy paint 808 sound +Styrofoam here it is If you make my syrup spill +Ima put my hands on you like a steering wheel +And we dont feel to kill cause this the pace to cop the work +The cop's a jerk got it so hot its comin out my shirt +You get your mama merked, You know the Glocks will squirt +Cause niggas going out the shrooms and those hoes will pop the purse +Houston Texas who harder than us +With a hundred thousand flipped dope boys get a rush +Hunch of codine and we pour it in the cup, now everybody slower than the short yellow bus +Now everybody know that the boy is the truth +Stay down I team next door to the booth +Ill tell you 16th east exits side street right past is where we roll is where you find me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hit U Up[Verse 1: Turk] +Come on, come on +Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on +I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks +Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's spark +Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas +Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas +How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it +Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head +Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin +Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin +They dressin' in black, prepared for combat +Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks +Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust +You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck +You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out +That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth +Get erased, my nigga (my nigga) +Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga) +No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga) +Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga +Look here: you can play if you wanna get down +Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found + +[Chorus: B.G.] +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?) +We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up +[Verse 2: Juvenile] +I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'mma take to my grave +Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave +Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef +Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets." +I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me +I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets +A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!" +Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east +Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself +In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health +I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck +My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up +Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's +Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed +All they understand is my project English +And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis + +[Chorus: B.G.] +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +[Verse 3: B.G.] +I run the streets cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark +You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart +I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war +I'll even go K for K with ya - now make your choice +Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga +Better know that I'm a snake, and I'mma sneak ya, nigga +Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas +Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga +Nothin' change - I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas +Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas +And empty a hundred out that K +Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me +I've been in the game - niggas know what I'm 'bout +So many murders under my belt, I done lost count +If you wanna be another number, my nigga +Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga + +[Chorus: B.G.] +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Whaa?) +Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Hello, world +I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter +Young mobster, wild and obnoxious +Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy +Glock cookin', boy +I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy +Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin' +Spark or lace somethin' +Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin' +Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America +And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible +If I live to be old, it's a miracle +Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical +That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo +Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you +Don't blame me, society changed me +You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar +Cut off lights, we masked riders +The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake +With bars we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch + +[Chorus: B.G.] +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (Ooohh!) +(Did you see that?) +We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +(Did you see that?) +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +Boy, look +We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) +Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Ooohh!) +Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (Ooohh!) + +[Outro: B.G.] +Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me +We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin' +And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga +Let 'em burn, nigga +Let 'em burn, nigga +B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two TymerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SportsCenter Theme RemixOkay, I don't, I don't give a football about what ya'll +Think about Lil Tune, I'm just hoping that it's good thoughts +Yeah, entertainment sports on your network +I love top 10 plays, yessir, best work +Live on TV, mama told me wear a dress shirt +Instead I wore a t-shirt, Michael Jordan sneakers +Red Sox ballcap my dreadlocks fall back +I still think I'm fly, show me where the tarmac +They say I'm taking over, I'm like where do I start at +Green Bay Packer but New Orleans where my heart at +LA Laker fan, let's give Drake a hand +For costing the Toronto Raptors 25 grand, I'm gone16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So SmoothThe Affiliates Nigga Holla At Ya Boy +Trendsetter +Cannon +DJ Drama + +[Verse 1: Boo] +Take a look at a playa ma, I'm so smooth +I don't mean to brag but baby girl I'm that dude +The ladies say that Boo so handsome +And they like how I be styling in them (?) +Now let me see you dance til' your feet hurt +All I wanna see is G-strings no cheap skirts +I got hundreds to spend, bottles to pop +Put it on me slow girl and make that ass drop, drop +You know how Young Money do it +Trap stars with the dough, mami we be running through it +Now Weezy got my dough bigger +If your woman in the club then homeboy you better get her +Cause I'll take her in a minute Imma dog her when I finish +Homie I'm a problem and a menace +I'm like Diddy cause I'm all about my Benjis +If I get into the crib she comin faster than a henny + +[Verse 2: Curren$y] +It's the Hot Spitta nigga +It's the Hot Spitta nigga +It's the Hot Spitta nigga and I'm bout it +And if you know another nigga you thinks fuckin with the youngin +Bring him round me if you want and Imma down 'em +Yea I still got that Montecarlo and it's painted candy green +She recognize a nigga when I pull up on the scene +Bitches say that nigga fly, bitches say that nigga cute +But don't ever get it twisted you all know what I would do +You can ask them niggas bout me say I'm cooler than a fan +But I keep that heater on me like a fucking tool man +I jack 'em out they bitches cause I got that killa game +And yo bring a couple bitches for me and my nigga Mane +[Verse 3: Mack Maine] +I'm loaded she rolling so we rolling +To a place these niggas'll never get +Cold flow Mane I'm the shit +My hoes is like slaves nigga I got 'em all whipped +I got 'em all whips said they all got tints +My flat chested hoes man I bought 'em all tits +I love all my juvies I bought 'em all fits +And all my old hoes they be steady catching fits +My college chicks keep asking a nigga bout college +Like (?) that bitch and wouldn't survive it +Mother fuck knowledge +No need for a Bachelors, Young Mane +Streets got the streets mastered +PHD, no excuse me my CFD +Thats my Certified Fly Degree +They be looking at your boy like how fly is he? +Next time start tellin 'em I'm fly as a pelican + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Gee little girl whats your name who you be with? +You prolly never been with a Hollygrove G +I'm 5 foot 6 I'm fly as fuck +And I drank a lot and get high enough +Like I'm looking real hot and your girl okay +Wanna (?) +And I tell her come through like every day +She'll literally do everything I say +Ahh, what you know about them Young Money G's +Come through this bitch sitting tall on trees +I met your boyfriend now you sitting on me +I prolly be the dog but all y'all hoes flees +She say she never seen Air Forces that clean +I know my shits look like Porcelain gleam +Louis Vuitton or Louis the 13 +She like "ooh he remind me of a wet dream" +She wanna, throw it back now +So throw it back +Even though my pops died he taught me how to blow them backs out +Now show that tat ma, now show that crack ma +Cause I'm a crack head, I need that crack house +Come to a nigga house and get that ass out +We all boning, no we dont bad mouth +Come to the back room, then hit the back floor +Then hit the back door, now holla back ho! +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I got 'em +Okay now wobble di wobble di hoe +Wobble di wobble hoe +Wobble di wobble hoe +Wobble di wobble hoe +Wobble di wobble hoe +Wobble di wobble hoe +Wobble di wobble hoe +Wobble di wobble +Wobble di +I said hey pretty girl I'm feelin' yo frame +Show that tattoo girl what that nigga name? +Aye pretty girl I'm feelin' yo frame +Show that tattoo I bet he ain't Lil WayneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Prostitute Flange (remix)Maestro... +Young Moolah Baby (Young Money) +Arite (Arite) +Yea (Wut We Is) + +I Wouldn't Care If You Were A Prostitute and +That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew +See It Wouldn't Make A Difference +If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl +See You Don't Ever Have To Worry About Me +As Long As You Keep It Real +Whatever's On Yo Mind +Speak On How You Feel +Stay Truthful to me +And Never Lie To Me +And Don't Ever Keep No Secrets +No Matter Wutever Uh Uh.. +Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea +Well If Ya Don't Then I'll Explain + +You Can Be My Misses Wayne +We Can Do The Dam Thang..And Thangs +You See I Had To Tell My Nigga Lil Boy +I Met A Girl Like You +Cuz I Ain't Never Met Another Girl Like You +But I Know Wut To Do Wit A Girl Like You +Three letters...I Do +I Wouldn't Care If You Were a Prostitute and +That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew +It Wouldn't Make A Difference +If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl +See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me +As Long As You Keep It Real +Whatever's On Yo Mind +Speak On How You Feel +Stay Truthful To Me +And Never Lie To Me +And Don't Ever Keep No Secrets +No Matter Wutever Nahh +Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea +Well If Ya Don't Then I'll Explain + +See I'll Give Up The Game +Now At The Top Of The Arena +Theres My Jersey Wit My Name +Wuts Happenin Baby +Wuts Happenin Baby +You Know You Need To Roll Wit A Champion Baby +And Everytime I See You I Get Asthma Baby Like... +Thats Ma Baby Yea + +I Wouldn't Care If You Were A Prostitute +And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew +See It Wouldn't Make A Difference +If That Was Way Before Me And You Babe +See You Don't Ever Have To Worry About Me +As Long As You Keep It Real +Whatever's On Yo Mind +Speak On How You Feel +Stay Truthful to me +And Never Lie To Me +And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets +No Matter Wutever D*** +Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea +(D*** Like For real Tho Babygirl +You Ain't Gotta Keep No Secrets +Its Me And You Gotta Keep It Real) + +Ya Boy + +(Yo p**** Is Like A Drug To Me +Ya I Be Feeinin +F*** if i could sing +D*** If Only I Could Sing +Help Me Out Lil Bru) + +(Talk:) +I Love It Babe Ye +I Love It Babe Dont You Know +I Love It Babe I Really Did +I Love It Babe Like Young Jeezy +I Love It Babe Ye +I Love It Babe (x3) + +I Wouldn't Care If You Was A Prostitute +And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew +See It Wouldn't Make A Difference +If That Was Way Before Me And You Babe +See You Don't Ever Have To Worry About Me +As Long As You Keep It Real +Whatever's On Yo Mind +Speak On How You Feel +Stay Truthful to me +And Never Lie To Me +And Don't Ever Keep No Secrets +No Matter Wutever +See They Could Say Wut They Want Girl +But It Would Never Change My Views +Cuz They Will Never Know You The Way That +I Know You +You See Im Down To Spend The Rest Of My Whole Nite Wit U Girl +And If I Gotta Pay A Loan +So Be It Babe +And If Ya Friends Can't Understand Ya +You Dont Need Em Babe + +Yea +Arite +See Everythang's Arite + +JenniferEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Playoff[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs +Get down or lay down +Lay down and stay down +Ball like the playoffs +Can't take a day off +Can't take a day off +Ball like the playoffs +Get down or lay down +Lay down and stay down +Can't take a play off +Can't take a day off +Can't take a day off + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off, can't take day off +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, can't take a day off +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off +Ball like the playoffs + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs, get down or lay down +Lay down and stay down +Can't take a play off, can't take a day off +Working my A' off +It's [?] day now +Sun up to sun down, we litty light up now +That's on my bust down +Pressure it bust pipes, but we so piped up now +We so piped up now, they better pipe down +They better point now, they know it's 4th down +Ain't no more time-outs, Hail Mary touchdown +Run up the score on the opposition +We win the game it's a celebration +Hold up the trophy my momma watching +I'm 'bout to make a confetti angel +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off, can't take day off +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, can't take a day off +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off +Ball like the playoffs + +[Verse 2: Poppy H, Lil Wayne & Both] +Don't get stepped on (Stepped on) +Your team get sent home (Sent home) +We just bring rings home, we got a bust down (Bust down) +Your team get bust down, you gon' be the one first down +No one get cut out (Cut out), but we makin' cuts now (Yeah) +I think they tryna rush now, it's up to us now (Yeah) +Ain't no fearin' fourth down, Hail Mary touchdown +You'll get stepped on (Stepped on), the weak get stepped on (Yeah) +New cleats game, we who that we are +I'ma put the MAc's on, I'ma bring the racks home +Go out or go home (Huh), can't end my team, we can't take home (Huh) +Bring it on, it ain't gon' take long (Huh) +Then do my dance in your endzone (Yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off, working my A' off +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, working my A' off +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off +Ball like the playoffs +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Cleats get stepped on, cleats get stepped on +Chins get checked on, game just kept goin' +No brakes pressed on, no cap, jet gone +Jet fuel, kept going +Teams get slept on, dreams get slept on +Teams get crept on, the elite take the best of 'em +And the rest get left home +Say it with your chest bone, no brakes pressed on +No cap, jet gone, jet fuel, kept going +Teams get slept on, dreams get slept on +Say it with your chest bone, no brace pressed on +No cap, jet gone, jet fuel, kept going +No cap, jet gone, get on then get left home + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs +Can't take a play off, can't take a day off +Working my A' off +Ball like the playoffs + +[Instrumental Outro]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shake It[Intro] +Yeah +Scoob in this bitch with me +But this about you +Ooh + +[Chorus] +Girl, you know I love you, and I'm there for you +I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for you +I got some candles lit and some underwear for you +Let's have a little hot girl, name her "Celsius" + +[Verse 1] +I know there's gotta be a Heaven, 'cause you fell from one +And you've been nothin' but an angel since I helped you up +Sometimes, I gotta ask myself what kinda spell I'm under +But tonight, she wore that dress I gotta help unbutton + +[Refrain] +And she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog +Ride it like a horse, scream and holler 'til she lose her voice +Yeah, she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog +Ride it like a horse, scream and holler 'til she lose her voice, yeah + +[Break] +'Til she lose her voice, like +Girl, you know I love you, and I... Let's go +[Chorus] +Girl, you know I love you, and I'm there for you +I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for you +I got some candles lit and some underwear for you +Them edible underwear, I ate a pair for you + +[Verse 2] +Ooh, now she on a handstand (Ooh), I'm her number one fan (Ooh) +She the intelligent one, I'm just me with my dumb ass (Oh) +She a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her (Twerk with her) +She ain't got a lot of ass, but I could work with her (Oh now) + +[Refrain] +'Cause she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog +Ride it like a horse, scream and holler 'til she lose her voice +Yeah, she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog +Ride it like a horse, so I ain't got a choice +She pop it like a tart, then stab it like a heart +She sad when we depart, she watching her remarks +And she said, "We gon' ride this shit on out, if not, we walk" +I said, "Fuckin' right" + +[Chorus] +Ooh, you know I love you, and I'm there for you +I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for you +Just ask my bitch about me, I got her a belt Vuitton +And this dick is A1, pussy well-done +[Post-Chorus] +And she say, "Ooh baby, ooh baby +Ooh baby, that dick drive me crazy" +She say, "Oh lordy, oh lordy +Oh lordy, that dick got me crawling, ayy +Oh lord," 'til she lose her voice, like +She said, "Ignore them hoes, better not" + +[Bridge] +She said, "Them hoes, better not fuck with my Tunechi" (Ayy) +"He got a magic stick and know how to use it" (Ayy) +She said, "Them hoes, better not fuck with my Tunechi" (Ayy) +"He got a magic stick and know how to use it" (Ayy) +Uhh, she a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her +She ain't got a lot of ass, but I could work with her +She a slim, fine woman with some shit with her +She ain't got a lot of ass, but she pretty as fuck +And she can shake it like a dog, shake it like a dog +Shake it like a, now take that dog for a walk +And want you to walk it like a, serve it like a, bounce it like a, yeah +Walk it like a, serve it like a, bounce it like a, yeah + +[Outro] +Girl, you know I love you and I care for you +Girl, you know I love you, I go hard for you, it's from the heart +Girl, you gotta monkey on that dick, monkey on that dick +Act a donkey on that dick, pony on that shit +Let me see you monkey on that dick, monkey on that dick +Act a donkey on that dick, pony on that shit, ooh, you gotta2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sure Thing (Freestyle)Kush and a swisha +Money over bitches +Never kill a woman +Unless she is a witness +All about my business +Survival of the fittest +She let me hide my weed in her titties +Bitch I got the cash in a rubberband +I got the Glock already cocked, boom! +Fucking with a nigga meet my muthafucking goons +Sorry for the wait Carter IV coming soon +Light it up 'cause I'ma smoke-er +She tried to deep throat, I fucked around and choked her +It's Young Money mutherfucker game over +Shots leave ya body looking like she is doing yoga +And Lord knows I am a sinner pain pills for dinner +Bitch I am getting money like I got a money printer +I got a chopper and a trimmer shootin' like Jimmer +You coming in that water boy, you better be a swimmer +I ain't worrying bout ya'll, sittin' in my hole +While Miss Anita Baker say you bringin me joy +I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys +And we all yell 'fuck you bitch' and kept going +I am on and that's right baby +I am ain't going out this bitch without a fight baby +One request please don't bite baby +I got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady +I ain't lying, I'mma shine like a nickel or a dime-and +I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind +Girl stop talking that shit goin' suck a nigga dick +For a new outfit +And even if the sky come falling +Bitch I'ma still be high +I got faith in my weed man +But lil nigga got yay by the bean bag +Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass +And that red bandana is the team flag +Yeah, all up in your fucking face +Tez pushed the album back, sorry for the waitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Young Playa[Lil Wayne] +He he hee +I'm a young playa nigga, (what) +I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what) +Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga +Respect the game +Cuz I got the game + +[Lil Wayne] +Y'all know who I is +Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz +See me front in back with the wood all around +Plus I got that (boom boom) surround sound +Don't hate on me boy if you do (pow) get down +Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground +But on the other hand, I'ma key runner man +I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man +We stuntas man +I might stumble across a grand and give it to your wifey +And watch how she (*slurp*) on my pipey like a Icee +I might be in a Range that night +I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight +I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right +But if I lose, its cool, that's some change lil shite +That ain't nothing +I ain't doing nothing if I, I ain't stunting +Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming +[Baby] +Slow yo roll lil one +You in glady's bar +And Ms. Pat and gray head over there +They In the back card gambling +At the bar dranking +But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one + +[Verse 2] +Broads I use 'em +Hatas I bluse 'em +My whole front grill is full of confusion +Got dammit +Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded) +The top was to the back, niggas couldn't stand it +Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished +I got it like that +Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches +Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches +Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches +"Million Dollar Man" baby Ted DiBiase +Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier +Sammy, Mario, tody Tez, that's my posse +And what +You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck +Tell yo girl hello +I done did her, what you muggin me for +Keep playin with me, I'll put a slug in yo do' +[Mannie Fresh] +Now looky here, young blood +Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt +Don't make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass +Now keep doing what you doing +Go head + +[Verse 3] +Y'all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs +Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol +Cough cough cough up +Got a cat eye Benz on Brabus +They call us Uptown shiners +Original Hot Boy$ baby, Big Tymers +I spit game +Get in they head, they be like, "Quit Wayne!" +Half hour later, I'm in they split man +Hehehehe it be kicks man +Let me get real +I'll kill on the battlefield +Steal for the scrill +I will never leave my clique nigga, I'm to trill +I'm a little peepsqueal +But I'm a ape in that jungle +And if you get it twisted +Nigga, I'm taking yo lover +I mean I'm raping yo lover +Leave her taste in my rubber +I'm a playa nigga, I'm a playaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Oops[Intro] +Ha Ha; +I'mma murder this Shit ! +Alright, Its Weezy Baby! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I Tell you what I did last night +I made love in a bitch wig last night +Them chrome dubs up on the benz fit tight +We stone up the stick ick gimmie light +Laughin on the island nigga livin' right +But I got ta go ta ATL to N.Y then it's back to the N.O +Don't fuck around I put this mack to ya rib and blow +It's Weezy Baby and I'm back in this bitch for sur´ +I'm packin a 5th and baggin a 4 +Kilo package of blow for 20 it go +In ya tummy where the semmi would go +And I pull the trigga right after I wisper gimmie ya coke +And I'm charged off myself in this millenium flo +Man I might go to ya girl and tell her gimmie ya throat +Cause a pimp don't give a shit about offendin' a ho +My ho's fuck my friends I find no friend in a ho +And the women a go + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Oops oh my +Baby see the whip ain't got no roof we so fly +And the feds ain't got no proof I sold pies +So I do like I do I'm so squad +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ya see, I tried and I tried to keep goin' +But I'm, so high from the lie I keep blowin' +If I'm, gon ride then it got ta be foreign +Yeah me no supply less than 4 and a half +Quit school went into the draft +I been puttin' numbers up since that +Been pullin' up in hummas since that +So check my interrior +So clean, so young, so what, so serious +Weezy do it all +Man I touch all areas +Sports agent CEO +Plus I'm the best at this +I'm a mess at this +But I ain't trippin' +I leave rap to nothin' +Dizzy, I'm to fuckin' busy +17 till I'm finished +Back in this, crack chemist +I murder that witness +What a burner that shit +We probably murder that spinich +But I ain't tryin' to fuck up me in feds image +They say +Tune oh my +They say the boy so small he got to poke out +And all my cars own poke outs +Lu Baby call the boys let's have a smoke out +And if we war with the boys we have a shoot out +July 2nd Cash Money puttin' the truth out +I'm bout to candy and chrome me a Coupe out +I'm so cool gettin' dome when I move out +I have no home +The boy move out +So if you try to find me +Lil Weezy Wee be on that loop rout +How many chickens been to dudes house +Trick question +Bitches or bricks now keep guessin' +Nigga take a swigga and flip +So keep playin' boy +You fucking with the Eastland Lords, Nigga !EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck yo feelingsLIL WAYNE, GAME AND CHRIS BROWN +Me and Tune just got two twin Ferraris +(Like fuck ceiling) +Two ounces in my double cup +(This shit gon' kill me) + +Fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings + +Yo, bitch, I signed my section point, I'm with them niggas (yeah) +Is that Drizzy bitch? (Yeah) +I'm with Nicki like (Yeah) +And these bitches be tellin' they niggas I'm crazy +Don't fuck with that nigga, he went at Jay-Z +Then he went at Curtis, now he Patrick Swayze +Every night I got your bitch in my section +I do it at live and I do it at toxic +Do it at supper, I do it at dream +No we ain't at Houston, but I got that Rocket, go! +And I'm feelin' nice, somebody mixed my pills right +And I'm gettin' all this money, and it's fucked up Trinidad lost his deal right +No Ceilings, got the drophead for my children +Dr. Dre just made a billion! +And he sent me to tell all you niggas man +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings + +Any bitch that I'm with, she just hop in the whip and she get in the grave +Pimpin' is pimpin', I make a commission, make that pussy, pay +My dick like a chopper, I load it then cock it then bust on your face +We know that you pussy my nigga, we know that you ain't catchin' no fades +Bulletproof windows is tinted, my nigga, while all your shit rented +You should rent it from me 'cause I crash as soon as I spin it +That's why they bring all the bitches +Don't bump the DJ my nigga +You really care 'bout this bitch +My dick all up in your sis' + +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings + +(Fuck your feelings) Started with documents +Reincarnated Pac and Big +How do you think I got your bitch? +I am 2Pacalypse +Got more winners than Popovich +Yeah my bitch will pop a bitch +Pull up like Skrr +Now your bitch out her skirt (Nigga fuck your feelings) +I made her twerk +Now she selling my work (Nigga fuck your feelings) +Started with Hannah Montana hoes +Now I'm fuckin' all of Nick Cannon hoes +I made her go down down baby +But I don't speak no country grammar though +I got the antidote +I know some Fu-town niggas that'll bust your head like cantaloupe +You pull out your camera my cannon blow +2014 Hannibal, lil' nigga +Nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings, nigga fuck your feelings +Fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings, yeah + +I fuck yo' bitches, fuck yo' bitches, yeah +Fuck yo' niggas, nigga, fuck yo' niggas +Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas, yeah +Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas, yeah +Soo Woo!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gone ’Til November (Excerpt)Day One Up in This Bitch! + +I’ve never been one who doesn’t take full responsibility for his actions, but damn, I really don’t deserve this. If I hadn’t traded my blue Marc Jacobs jeans, white polo, and gray Vans for green onesies, I wouldn’t have believed this shit myself. + +I had to talk to the prison psychiatrist when I got here. I told her that I shouldn’t be talking to her because I’m not crazy … but I ended up really enjoying her conversation. Is that crazy? We talked about traveling the world, where we’ve been and where we would like to go, BUT both of us were in jail … crazy! + +My next conversation didn't go so well. As I was being led to the captain's office, I was still just trying to figure out what I was about to go through. I got lost in the thought of how each step that I made was one step farther from everything that I love. And to what? A world of dysfunction, disrespect, and distrust. Come to think of it, it is sort of like the music biz only without the female groupies. + +As soon as I sat down in the captain's office, his exact first words to me were, "Don't fuck with my staff!" Damn! Definitely won't be getting any celebrity treatment from the captain. The whole conversation was him telling me, “Don't come in here trying to be what you are. You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’ up this mothafucka!” + +All I was thinking was, Since there's nothing else to explain here, I'm done with this dude, so just take me to my cell and I'll stay out of your way. After the captain's great words of discouragement, I was handed a towel, two sheets, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a green cup. Oh yeah, and a cell, cell 29. + +As soon as I heard the cell door lock behind me, I just sat on the back wall and the tears began to flow as I took my first glimpse at my new digs: three buckets, one bed, one toilet that was surprisingly kind of clean (emphasis on kind of), a rusty-ass sink with a mirror the size of a small notepad, a desk, and a window. A clothesline was left hanging in the cell. I decided to leave it because I figured it would come in handy. + +I got in just in time for chow, which is the overall term used for what they call breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I only ate the veggies because I wasn't too sure what the other stuff was. + +I wasn't in the mood to do much socializing, so I kept the first-day meet and greet short. I guess not everybody on staff got the captain's memo because two C.O.’s were suspended for trying to come up and see me ... females of course. Maybe there will be some female groupies in the bitch after all. + +Fuck ... one down! + +Welcome 2 Da Family + +Woke up at 4 a.m. for breakfast "chow." I had coffee that was given to me along with some other "goodies." The guys on my tier made me feel like I was a part of a family ... like a brotherhood. I was the new brother and they showed me love just like one. All in all, they gave me magazines, tea, some better soap than the prison's soap, an earphone radio, and extra chow. + +There's Chris, who gave me the radio. He looks 15 years old, like he's in here for stealing gum. There's Lawson, who gave me the magazines and taught me how to use the phone. Twenty-one minutes every five hours. Sheesh! There's Herb. He gave me some advice on how to do this time. Shit like, make sure to stick to myself, and to create a daily regimen to keep myself busy every day. He suggested working out, but I know my body ain't built for that. There's Al, whose cell is across from mine. He's 50-something, but he acts 20-something. Reminds me of an old Mafia guy. Then there's Coach! The guy that likes guys ... you know it had to be one of those. But he can and will get anything you need. I guess you can call him a "sweetheart," haha! +Now, as far as the C.O.’s, there's one who really stood out. White dude. He's loud, funny, and mad cool. He kept it so real with me from the jump, like, “Stay away from all these bitch-ass niggas ... none of them are your friends.” Him being a C.O., he knew why everybody was up in this bitch. Let's just say that he pointed out all the dudes who became gangstas mysteriously overnight when they found out that I was coming ... haha! + +And then there's Ms. Burke. Owwww! She's so sexy! She has a head full of gray hair, but she's not old. I'm not sure what caused it, but she said that her hair has been gray since she was 13. My first impression was that it's just her swag and she dyed it gray on purpose. That's how cool it looks on her. I mean she's fine as hell. I'd definitely hit it! + +Still Got It!!! + +Shot hoops with Al in the yard. I sucked. He was much better and he's 57! No sooner when I got back to the cell at 2:45 p.m., I was back out to take the test for the suicidal-protection aide job. I passed with a 100, no lie. Guess I still got it. And I guess I still get that moola, baby, because SPA is the highest-paying job an inmate can get. The job is basically to monitor the tier for an eight-hour shift and if someone wants to hang up (meaning to kill themselves), to not negotiate with them or try to talk them out of it, but just to alert an officer. Yeah, it's that real. + +When I got back to the cell, I wrote some rhymes and did some push-ups until about 4:30. Ended up playing checkers with Dominicano. Lost! + +Then I had to get ready for my visit, which was Tez, Mack, and E.I. That was a great visit. I miss them niggas. Had chow when I got back. It was this chicken special that Coach and LL make. Shit was great! Also made my own rice and noodles with it and put it on a tortilla wrap. Shit was awesome. I felt fat. + +Used the phone cautiously. Spoke to my little man D.M.C. III, he said, “Da-da.” Fucked up that I had to hear it for the first time in here, but still, Yeah! + +Showered up quickly then had tea. It's 10:45 p.m. and I'm back in my cell listening to a game in the earphones as I write this. + +Push-ups, prayer, sleep. Another day gone! + +Jailhouse Rap + +Read fan mail. Got some nice pictures today and Marisa sent me some Marc Jacobs cashmere socks, yeah! + +Some people write the most bugged-out things. Everything from wanting to fall asleep with my dick in their mouth, to that I rep my city “astronomically”! Crazy, man! I love it! Also read the new Rolling Stone and I was in it. Yeah! + +I rapped for the first time on the yard for Charlie and Jamaica. It's crazy that I've performed in front of millions of people since I was 8 years old, but for some reason I was nervous as hell. Rapping has always been second nature to me, but my creativity has definitely been put to a test since being in this bitch. I absolutely refuse to rap about being in jail. It's not who I am AND it's not who I'm going to be! I hope they liked it. I think they did. +Chris gave me two bags of Doritos. I gave him some bubble gum. It wasn't a trade, just two generous guys. But yeah, someone blessed me with some gum, a Now and Later, and a Jawbreaker today. Yeah! + +As a Man + +I woke up still feeling fucked up about the fucked-up day that I had. Hell is what it was! I'm used to arguing with my girl on a daily basis, but finding out that she fucked Drake was the absolute worst thing I could've found out. + +As a man, honestly, that shit hurt, and not because it was Drake. It could've been any man and it would've hurt the same. She said it happened way before we got together, but she just never told me. When Drizzy came to see me, he was like, "Yeah it's true ... don't fuck with her like that ’cause I did fuck her." Damn! + +This is the type of shit that a man never wants to find out while he's locked up. Or maybe so, ’cause only God knows what I would've done if I wasn't locked up right now. As soon as I found out, I told them to just lock me in, and I've basically just been by myself in my cell for the last couple of days. + +Not sure how long I would've stayed in there if it weren't for Charlie. His fat ass wasn't going to let me just sit up in this bitch and not eat. He was like, "I don't give a fuck what you're mad about, we cooking no matter what, nigga. Come on man, let's eat!" + +As a man I'll admit it: That shit really fucked me up, but hey, fuck that ho! + +Love is blind, that's why I say make sure that bitch is a seeing-eye dog. + +Another one gone! + +He Runs the City + +I woke up feeling like today was going to be different for some reason. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there seemed to be a buzz in the building. I had my morning coffee like usual and chilled in the dayroom waiting on my visit. And what a great visit it was. Diddy kept his word and visited me today. It was total chaos! Every captain in the building was down there! Even the deps and the warden! Everyone just wanted to see him. It was kind of aggravating, but it is what it is. + +Here No More + +Today started out on some regular-day shit, but that's definitely not the way it ended. Jamaica got deported. We were just chilling in this bitch and they just came and got him like he had a visit. The only difference was, they were like, "Jamaica, pack up your shit." Damn! +The fucked-up thing is that Jamaica and I have become ... damn, do I dare use the "F" word in jail ... but really have become like friends. He was always asking me if I could help him out with a lawyer or something just to keep him here because he was facing deportation. + +At first, I would just brush it off, but it got to the point that I reacted as if he were one of my homies that I grew up with. I was like, “Nigga, don't ask me for shit just because you know I got it. It's because of me that we're eating right up in this bitch. Don't stretch it by asking for a lawyer and shit.” That's really how I looked at it at the time. I really didn't know it was that serious. I guess he really did need a better lawyer. Damn! + +The whole ordeal made me realize how there are no real friends in jail. As fucked up as that sounds, that's the reality. I remember when White told me that. He was like, "Y'all niggas can be as cool as you want in here. You niggas can fight together, eat together, play ball together, and all that shit. But nobody ever gets out of this bitch on the same day. And whoever gets out of this bitch first ain't worrying about nobody ass that still up in here." + +I pray for everybody in here, but I really don't see myself keeping in touch with anybody but a couple of C.O.’s who never acted like dicks toward me. + +What a day … at least it's another one gone! + +What's Really Real + +Damn, I woke up this morning missing having normal conversations about everyday shit. The only time that I can have anything close to a normal conversation is with a C.O. I can't even begin to try and have that type of convo with an inmate because they're always lying about whatever they're talking about. + +I'd have to be the most gullible mothafucka on the planet to believe the stories that these niggas tell me up in here. I mean like everybody in this bitch is a king, a boss, or a killer ... Everybody either has or has had a billion dollars. It's kind of sad because I know that they're just trying to boost their egos, which is probably why most of these mothafuckas are in here in the first place. Your life has to be crazy as fuck when jail is the place to boost your ego. + +I don't ever want to come back to this bitch! There's absolutely nothing cool about jail. It's nasty. It's dirty. Everything is fucking used. Getting something new in the bitch is like winning the lottery. You have to be a certain mothafucka to get new shit. And since I get new bedsheets and shit, it's a good thing that I'm that certain mothafucka! + +When I got back from the yard, I just stayed on the phone as much as possible. I was really craving some normal conversation. I'm sure this was all caused by this dude telling me to slow down because I was beginning to act like an inmate. + +I got into an argument on the yard and went straight gorilla. I was as un–Lil Wayne as I could get. I was in a nigga face like, Fuck you, nigga, what's good? Niggas had to hold me back and shit. That's when this dude was like, "You go home to something nobody else in here goes home to ... dude, leave that nigga alone. He'll be back in this bitch next month. You don't want to be back in this bitch, man. Don't act that way. Go home, bro. You're a millionaire. You're a superstar. So act like one." I couldn't argue with that shit ... damn ... and yeah! + +The Remix, Baby + +Who knew that my spirit was about to be lifted through the roof! Tez was like, “We want you to be on Drake's remix.” I was like, “How?” And he was like, “We're going to do it over the phone.” I'm like, “Shit ... I don't have anything else better to do up in this bitch, so let's go!” After I finished running it, I was kinda nervous on how it was going to be received. This was the first time that I haven't been in the studio to hear the playback before a song goes out. + +I can't front, I'm really bugging out knowing that I can record a song AND it would be on the radio and everything. My main thought is, Damn ... if I can do this, I'm about to go to the studio every night. I told Tez to have the mic on standby from here on out. + +Nothing else that happened today mattered. Nothing can touch how happy I am. My creativity is at an all-time high right now! I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow. + +Writing, writing, and more writing! Another one! + +So Blessed + +Just got back from my visit. I have the best friends, fans, and family in the world. I've been in this bitch for a good minute now and have never missed a visit yet. You get two visits a week and I haven't missed one yet! That shit is incredible ’cause I've never seen Jamaica get a visit. The only visit I saw him get was the mothafuckas who deported his ass came and got him. Coach has never got a visit. Dominicano has never got a visit. Charlie has never got a visit. I got every visit I was supposed to get. I've been able to look forward to seeing someone every chance I was able to see someone ... THANK GOD! + +I even feel blessed when I argued with my girl during visits because it would become the topic of my day. And by the time we spoke later that day, the argument was so amplified in my head that I couldn’t wait to jump on the phone with her. Being that she was dealing with real-life shit and not up in the hellhole, she would normally have forgotten about the whole thing and be on some "I love you, Baby" vibe ... I'm like, BITCH!!! That shit might sound crazy, but it's awesome to have something to look forward to that takes your mind out of being in jail! + +I told her I didn't want her to wear any panties so I can look at her pussy and shit one time. But since I never wear the same T-shirt, boxers, or socks more than one time EVER, my nigga E.I. always brings me new T-shirts, boxers, and socks every visit. And they have these extensive-ass searches before you come in here, so they made her put on a pair of boxers because they knew she didn't have on panties. Damn! + +I have to give props where props are due ... big shout-out to Diddy, Chris Paul, and Kanye for coming to see me, especially with their schedules. I know that they had to go through some extra shit, because you just can't walk in this bitch and say, "I want to see Dwayne Carter.” + +It's lock-in, so push-ups, Bible, prayer, slow jams, and sleep. Another one!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Come and See About It[Intro] +Yeah, yea, OK + +[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed with Cash Money +Pocket full of money +Niggas poppin shit +Always talkin bout somethin +See ya ass in public +It's a whole 'nother subject +Man, they just talkin bout it +They just talkin bout it +And I'm on the streets with it +I'm on the streets with it +See where I come from +You gotta be about it +And if you want it-want it +We come and see about it +OK + +[Verse 1] +Uhh, it's Weezy Baby like the last shit +A big car and a bad bitch +Uhh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked +These niggas ballin by accident +Uhh, keep talkin, nigga fuck up ya body +Send ya home and tell ya mom it was an accident +Uhh, I'm a G til the casket +Drop on my glasses +Uhh, fast money, I'm the fastest +I got that hustler's passion +Ya know +Them boys back at the ass-end +I'm at the bank, tryna cash in +OK +[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed with Cash Money +Pocket full of money +Niggas poppin shit +Always talkin bout somethin +See ya ass in public +It's a whole 'nother subject +Man, they just talkin bout it +They just talkin bout it +And I'm on the streets with it +I'm on the streets with it +See where I come from +You gotta be about it +And if you want it-want it +We come and see about it +OK + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, there's been a murder +Bitch I make a killing +Insurance papers in the safe +Money in the ceiling +Uhh, I got a pillow case full of pistols +Come through a nigga house and aim at the pillows +Uhh, yeah — Wake up, wake up +Fuckin with them boys, you can wake up taped up +Ya dig? +Now go on, drink that lake up +Stick 'em in the trunk +And let 'em feel that bass pump +These niggas is nuts +Man, that M14 leave you physically fucked +These niggas is ducks +Well you can call me Scrooge +Cause I'm swimming in bucks +Bitch +[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed with Cash Money +Pocket full of money +Niggas poppin shit +Always talkin bout somethin +See ya ass in public +It's a whole 'nother subject +Man, they just talkin bout it +They just talkin bout it +And I'm on the streets with it +I'm on the streets with it +See where I come from +You gotta be about it +And if you want it-want it +We come and see about it +OK + +[Verse 3] +Yeah, yeah +Too hot, too cold +I'm, I'm +Red hot, blue cold +Yeah +I knock ya melon out ya fruit bowl +All my guns black, I got true soul +Yeah +And I call my coupe a Black Panther +Blat, blat, blat +That's the gat anthem +And if a nigga play with family, for that matter +I'mma smoke so many niggas I'mma catch cancer +Yeah +And if I step up out this Benzo +You know I'm coming with a gun, like a Nintendo +They soft +Them niggas falling when the wind blow +And I'm rollin up my window +Fuck 'em +[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed wit Cash Money +Pocket full of money +Niggas poppin shit +Always talkin bout somethin +See ya ass in public +It's a whole 'nother subject +Man, they just talkin bout it +They just talkin bout it +And I'm on the streets with it +I'm on the streets with it +See from where I come from +You gotta be about it +And if you want it-want it +We come and see about it +OK17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Road Lizard[Intro: Lil' Wayne] +Road Lizard +Road Lizard +Road Lizard +Road Lizard +Road Lizard +Road Lizard +Road Lizard +Road Lizard + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Look, I fucked the bitch with a broomstick +The same broom that I didn't clean my room with; +Yeah, I'm on her peach like a fruit fly +Last Night I bumped into God, I be Too High +Like "Excuse you," I said, "Who are you?" +He said ''I'm the motherfuckin reason you are you'' +Really? Wow, You're the reason? +And all these time I thought it was Bitch ass Dwayne and Cita +Ehh, My Niggas nutty as a fruit pie +Shoulda Woulda Coulda mama should have got her tubes tied +The only job my bitch ever had is a boob job +Commit to the bitch? I'd rather commit suicide +I once knew a guy who knew a guy who had some weed +He turned out to be fruity, tried to suck my johnny apple seed +I ripped his fuckin heart out +And gave it to my girl on valentines day +And she still fuckin broke it +You hoe' bitch I hate you +Matter of fact, I love every bitch that ain't you +I heard they kick you out of heaven for dyking with angels +Ughhhhh!, I said I'll never think about you again +And you gave me brain, You're playing mind games +I tattoo these tears cos you a crying shame +I know you fuck niggas who on my team like Mama James +I fucked you raw and now a Nigga pissing fire rain +And now my dick mad at me, fuck! +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Road Lizards +I ain't crazy, these hoes crazy +Crazy as a Road Lizards +I ain't Crazy, these hoes crazy + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Man, Have you ever seen a road lizard? +As soon as the get stuck in the middle of a road +Like, Cars keep passing +Like, It don't know where to go, because everywhere It go +Its like a tyre to the left, a tyre to the right +Its like its going crazy, Road lizards! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Ughh +Iguana Vagina, Reptile +And that Sissy ass Kid ain't my step child +Should slit your motherfuckin' throat and make your neck smile +T. gave me Insomnia and made me calm down +And when my high came down, I burned the home down +I ain't on cloud nine, i'm on my own cloud +My friends are white, I might be hanging with the wrong crowd +Get it? Hangin'? +I'm titty-banging a bitch who still wear a training bras +I ate her fuckin heart out, it came with fries +And my soft drink, I don't blink, I see it all +My dick a ballerina, let me stick it in your Leotard +How the fuck these bitches gonna call me a dog? +Hold my dick above your head like a MVP award +Ahh, I head you're back fucking your old Nigga +I get into my car and run-over the motherfuckin.. +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Road Lizards +I ain't crazy, these hoes crazy +Crazy as a Road Lizards +I ain't Crazy, you hoes crazy + +[Outro: Lil' Wayne] +Road Lizard +Road Lizard +Road Lizard +I ain't crazy, these hoes crazy +Yeah!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Feeling Myself[Intro: DJ Khaled] +Aight check this out right +I go by the name of DJ Khaled +My nigga Birdman say yo Khaled man +Lets do something for the streets +Listen... + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Shh... +D-Boy in the B-U-I-L-ding +He who buy and sell things +Feds hear my cell ring +Phone we say ice cream +Home we say white (Hello) +In jail they don't say too much the codes ain't safe enough +So i'll be on the street and on the road gettin' my paper up +Full but I ain't ate enough +I'm good but I ain't great enough (Uh Uh) +Aye tru turn the faders up +I'm waking up I'm taking up the industries space and I'm wastin' 'em (Yea) +They can't look me in my face and I'm grillin' 'em (Bling) +How my smile worth a million (Ha) +Because diamons are forever +Pluck a diamond from the bezel +Feel the clarity that twinkle on the little one +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Nikki Jean] +Aye +I'm feelin' myself +I'm feelin' myself +I'm feelin' it +I'm feelin' myself +Aye what is this feeling? +I'm feelin' myself +I'm feelin' myself +I'm feelin' like.... +You got to feel me! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I spit switch blades for the bitch made +I spit sweet lemonade for the pretty babes (Haha) +I spit bullets at hood niggas +Don't get shot get low boy! +I spit numbers for the dope boys +And the dope boys (Yea) +I tell 'em to meet coke boy +It's more money involved +Yea +More money more problems +More problems to solve +Big Gleezy got 'em (Gleezy!) +Ask a nigga have I ever been in the back of a car +Lookin' for other niggas after dark (Lil' Tune) +They'll tell you whats up +I ain't bad as fuck but I'm tough enough +That's why... +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +People try to tell me shit but I don't want to hear 'em +Cause if I tell 'em shit back +Then I'll probably scare 'em +Truth be told I'm the hottest of my era +There will never be a soul that can compare to every level +Ever peddeled by the Devil +Me being the Devil +Yep +Hot Boy 'till the grizzle +Gone 'till they miss me +And thats untill the blunts burn out +And the liquor is empty +I ain't trippin' cause I did me +Wait I'm trippin' cause I'm still me +Still the little nigga goin' out to get me +If the public got something to say +Well tell them I got something to say +And that is... + +[Hook x2]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Welcome To My Hood (Remix)Bitch im on probation,so my nerves bad +And they say time flies,but mines first class +I landed in the sky and fell from da streets +I talk alot shit and practice wat i preach +Back from hell...cell 23 +Tell da warden kiss my ass.. pockets on monique +Bitch im from da murder capital....hoe im far from practical +Shit happens n since im da shit im who it happen too +Young money cash money blood gang im red hot +I dont see nobody see nobody like a headshot +All dat bullshit is for da birds throw sum bread out +Got it sewn up check the thread countEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Self Destruction[Intro] +Young Weezy Baby! +Aagghhhwooo! + +She got her bags by the door nob +OK be cool wait baby slow down +Don't walk out of that door +Ooh +I done made her past mad now +Her tears falling from her pouring on the ground +I ain't never seen her like this before..no +Now I'm feel like I'm falling +No one here to save me +I don't wanna die alone +I don't wanna live alone +Hang Into This Shyt Together +We Gon Leave This Shyt Together +Baby Leave This Shyt Together! +But Im Sorry I Fucked Up! +Ahh +Yah I Fucked Up +Yea I Kno I Fucked +And Now She Gone +And Thats Fucked Up + +[Chorus:] +And Now Im Headed For Self Destruction +I Dont Wanna Live No More +Self Destruction +I Dont Wanna Live No More +Self Destruction +I Dont Wanna Live No More Without U! +Yea Its A Suicidal +Yea! +U Might See Me On The Side Of The Road +Keep Driving +You May See Me Jumping Into The Road +Keep Driving +Im Just Tryna Find The End Of The Road +Ok I Think Im Gonna Have To Send Her A Note +Along With A Rose +And That Rose Will Be Black +And That Note Attached Shall Read +"Im Gone" +"Honey Im Gone" +"I'd Rafter Be With God Before I Be Alone" +So From Heaven I Sing This Song +O Yea "P.S. Honey Im Home" + +And The Angels Even Look And Smell Like You +But There's No Angel Or Gal Like You +Man I Fucked Up (Man I Fucked Up) +Yaah I Fucked Up (Yaah I Fucked Up) +Yea I Kno I Fucked Up +And Now She Gone +And Thats Fucked Up + +[Chorus:] +And Now Im Headed For Self Destruction +I Dont Wanna Live No More +Self Destruction +I Dont Wanna Live No More +Self Destruction +I Dont Wanna Live No More Without U! +Yea Its A Suicidal +And If I Can't Have You And I +Its A Suicide +For You I'll Cry +And If I Can't Have You +Im Through I'll Die +And If U Hear Me Say Down (Down) Down (Down) Down +Man I Swear I Said Down (Down) Down (Down) Down +And Dont You Leave! +(No Dont Leave Me) +U Hear Me Cryin Like +(Oooooooooooooooooooo) +Woooh +She Got Her Bags By The Door Nop +Wait Baby Slow Down +Dont Walk Out Of That Door +Nooo! +I Dun Made Her Past Mad Now! +Her Tears Fallin From Her Pourin On The Ground +I Ain't Never Seen Her Like This Before! +And Now It Feels Like Im Fallin! +No One Here To Save Me! +I Dont Wanna Die Alone! +I Dont Wanna Live Alone! +I Dont Wanna Be Alone! +I Dont Wanna Be Alone +So Now Im Headed For Self Destruction +I Dont Wanna Live No More1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lovely[Verse 1] +I love myself I love what I am I love who I is I love Weezy +Lil girl your man your damn kids love Weezy +You gotta love the nigga just because other nigga +And I don't love other niggas But I love other niggas bitches +I love 20-inches on everything I sit in +I love my nappy hair I love the shit I wear +You gotta love the squad-ad girl +If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad get outta here +You people love the shit I pop in your ear +You gon love the shit I do to hip-hop this year +You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this year +I represent the Biggie and 'Pac era; you gotta love me +That I know ma love me just cause I got a lot of money +But I love that girl too, but I love that girl too +I let y'all know me and I would love to know you now come on + +[Hook x2] +Everything that I love in this world +Has gotta be the greatest thing in this world if I love it cause, I love this, I love that, I love y'all because +Everything in this world is just love + +[Verse 2] +I know you probably love the bar, right +You love to live that big dog life +You love to live just like a young'n Weezy by here +And I love to see you do so I love my Coupe blow on them deuce-o's +I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl +He probably love you all your life I love you all night, girl I love an all white pearls +Six with the two pipes barrel kit I love to get it cracking in your girl lips +I love to sip from bill I love to go hard purp-pill +You love that I'm a star and got that work still +Don't get it fucked because I love to work still +And you won't love how the hurt feel +How getting murked feel And I love how getting hurt feel I know you love I got some of it on your shirt ee-yew I need to treat you +As a matter fact I love to cheat you +Don't call me cool Hey, you love me and I love to love you +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 3] +I love fast cars I love fast broads I love fast money I love Cash Money +I love a slow cigar I love a slow menage +What you love blower hard +Let's get it cracking money I love to stack my money +You will love to jack my money I love to clap-clap and black-black get back here honey +I love act a plumb-ass when I had a tall glass And that bust your ass in one gulp +I love to shit talk +You love to hear me talking shit on this When Fresh dropping that nasty shit +That old uptown get down CMB classic shit I like to ride around with a plastic fifth +I love to melt ya I love them underground S-Q albums +Haters love to get you twisted But I love the haters cause haters just love twisted +Them bitches love Weezy +My bitch gon love me when I'm busy With T-Rez fleece suit is Jayo nothing busy Squad up + +[Hook x4]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Some Say[Lil Wayne] + +Some say the ex make the sex spec-tacular +Make me lick ya from ya neck and your back and ya +Shiverin tongue deliverin chills up that spine, that ass is mine +Uh oh, I think its pastor time +I hope he can last and past the test of time +Got the girls singin like Glo' Estefan +Shawty pop ya in the mouth like a pacifier +Shawty pop an ecstasy and exercise +She pop 1 and I pop a number next to 5 like +6, 4 out the Western's eye +He want to see you get low, I'm like lets get high +Like Whooo +Shawty come to my planent, I've got a spaceship for two +Cause I believe it's fuck the world but tonight I only want to fuck you +And you know that to me it feels like heaven when I made love to you + +Some say the ex make the sex spec +I always protect dont want her to expect +Not a zero up out of my next check +Shawty you gonna end up being my Fed-Ex +That's my ex girlfriend im fed up with +That pill make her talk too much, shut up bitch +And my doors don't open, they let up bitch +I've been shining like Thomas Edison +Styrofoam cup filled up with medicine +I am higher than the highest bird's feathers in +I wish I could bird shit on every bitch +Like Biggie, so after I shitted on a bitch, Haha +Oh you know I shitted on a bitch, haha +Yeah, Who Me?, I'm so fly +And I came from Down1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Give HeadNow I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us +Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us (no) +Now go down girl, give head, go down +Go down girl, give head, go down +Now go down, girl, give head, go down +Go down girl give head + +Now, momma's a hoe met her at a video with her face ready to go waiting for cameo +She say, i can tell you hustle, i can smell the coke +The money, you got a lot, i can smell the dough +I told her, keep her nose outta business of grown folks +She been to New Orleans twice never been through the Grove +Now her pocketbook nice, and her dress coal +But her teeth pearly white and her lips was swole +She bad, have you seen her? +My n*gga said I might aswell marry a diva, like Trina, I pleased her, she please me the same, hey +What's the beauty without the brain? + +Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head + +Right on the club, right in the club, shorty popped an x and gave me head right in the club +To be honest, I don't think we gonna go to my truck cause her cousin's with her and she looking better than her +Yeah, she's fat in the ass, slim in the waist, kinda pretty and she down to take the shit in the face +Licking all on her lips, cause she love how I taste +It's dripping on her chin, hope it don't fall on my ??? +Yeah, I'm glad I found ya, can't wait to bring Wayne and Mack Maine around ya +Gave me head in the pool and I damn near drowned her +Before I'd kiss that hoe, I'd rather kiss a perahna + +Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head + +Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us +Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us + +Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head + +All my little divas, pay attention, just listen +If we ain't in Paris, then we ain't French kissin' +I'm tryna feel your tounge, I'm just tryna be the one +Give it to ya from the back and make you cough up a lung +Or give a little brain and cough up a sun +I bust two times and then I toss up a one +Now shake it baby, it took your momma 9 months to make you baby +Enter the bedroom, we won't make a baby +Get your kneee pads on, no skating baby +So get your aprons baby +She said, I think it's a boy, she ate the baby + +Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give headEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ridin’[Hook] +And I'm ridin' wit a body on the shotty +Stretch a nigga out like Pilates +Catch a nigga outside his hidey +Snatch all the honey from your honey comb, now the bees keep flyin' by me +I'm on that piff that pody +That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the 90's +Shinin', P-90, in the liming +I'm timing, don't time me mu'fucka + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm a, young ass piranha +Don't get caught in that water cause I'm waitin' for a drowner +And on the corner I got packs on the counter +Before ya bitch leave I make Young Mob count em +Tryin' to get a dollar i could turn into a thousand +I'm so determined its a economic problem, drama +That's why I carry the llama +Ready at any given day to bury my honor +Love weed so much i tried to marry Juana +So pass the pastrami and asparagus mama, I'm watchin' +Cause in my area +If you got bread you better break it off share in here +I got his ankles, and his stereo +Cause i could get a cool buck fifty for that and the body yo, that's Hollygrove +It's Hollygrove til I adios +I gotta go, gotta go, got more bags to dope, yeah +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Hot boy Wayne +Since the beginning I've been in and out of some shit +Thinnin' out the thick +Living out the script, for the role that was chosen +But I don't want an award, I'm tryin' to afford +Back to the road in a Honda Accord +The whole right side slam down with that braw +A city supply the city get high, like +If I was Clear I woulda touched Claudette +I'm so fresh, like sex in the sheets +But I'm from the dirty dirty, like sex on the beach +The checks on my Nikes they match my carneesh +The button up shirt match my button seats +The AK-47 match my fuckin' heat +Watch your fuckin' feet cause I'm hot in the streets +A quarter thing is how i got in the streets +I had money ever since that week, young Weezy! + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +17 gangsta, Hollygrove solider +Got a lil money, got a lot more colder +My top don't roll up, it fold up +My money don't fold up, it build up +You niggas ain't fly, get your gear up +Copped my bitch the Mark Jacob boots, and the ear muffs +Got her lookin' like Kamora or somethin +Brought Kamora to the South now Kamora stuntin' +Yeah we big business pimpin', chyea +Walkin' wit a limp, talkin' with a slur +Barkin' at ya' bitch, bet her pussy cat purr +She all on mine, she ain't lookin' at yours +And if a man trip he get the blit bla blat blurr +Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first, chyea........chyea +Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first! Chyea +[Hook] + +[Outro] +Muhhhh Fukka Wizzle!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Operate On Me[Intro] +Prada jeans... 300 dollars +Gucci slippers... 500 dollars +Spending all your money to make these white folks rich... Priceless + +[Hook: Wyclef Jean] +They said opposites attract, so here I am +With my pistol in my pocket, hidden right under my jacket +They said opposites attract, so here she is +With a Masters and a Bachelor, she just became a doctor +Operate on me, I need that open heart surgery +Cause the way my heart is feelin', I can't make it through the night +Operate on me, I need that open heart surgery +Cause the way my heart is feelin', I can't make it through the night + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Pocket full of money and some dark shades +Flow so current, he can start waves +Game like butter, he Parkays +Love me some head like chardays +Coppin' quarters like the arcade +Get high with my animals in our cage +And you can see us if you star gaze +Creole boy, baby I sautees +On your mark, ready, start race +That's just you makin' my heart race +And I may be the opposite, but I'mma let you operate +[Hook: Wyclef Jean] + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +And I know she want a D-boy +So I'mma pop up on her like [?] +I got that magic, like Bruce Leroy +And if this isn't it, then love has a decoy +Her body sicker than a retard +And I bet I got the medicine she need for it +And i bet I got the medicine to keep goin' +She shoots me with happiness, and I bleed joy +No Band-Aid for me boy +A loss of blood, yeah the girl got me weak boy +Yeah, I see you, and I see you +When I see you, girl, you're the one, can I be two? +And if your love is clear, then I see through +Then they yell "clear," and I pull through +You saved my life, baby I would too +And they say... + +[Hook: Wyclef Jean]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wayne Down On Me(*Prod. by The Legendary Traxster) +[** "Wetter" by Twista {Sampler}:] +[** feat. Shanell:] +[Shanell:] +I'm calling your daddy* +Daddy +Can you be my daddy +Daddy +I need a daddy +Daddy +Could you be my daddy +Daddy +Come and make it rain down on meee +Come and make it rain down on meee +[Lil Wayne:] +Uhh +Wide receever weezy +Throw da pussy at me +Ya pussy lips smilin +I make da pussy happy +Take your panties off +The pussy lookin at me +I'm the pussy monster +Now get the pussy ready +I like to kiss, she like to kiss +Dat beef stroke, and make her bite her fist +The lights is on, the night is grown +We get it poppin cuz we know we can when wifey home +California kush strong as a tightness what im lighten on +We get high as fuck and we just do it put ya nikes on +Tatoos on her waist she like the tatoos on my face +And if there's sum she like to say I let her say it on my microphone +She love my style, but thats expected +She comin back to you, the chance is anorexic +I new she had it in her, so i got it out her +She give me neck around the clock i call it round a collar +She rub my back, she say im tight +She cook fucking clean +And still make her flight +First class pussy +Crystal glass pussy +I get it wetter then bass pussy +[Shanell:] (you done be) +Uhh +I like some chicken red +Ralph Lauren spread +Lady in the streets +Porn star in bed +She like to fuck fight +So we spar in bed +She got that pink pussy +I be the orange red +I fuck american pie +And I get foreign head +She sit down and ride +Like I'm a thorough bred +She kiss mine +And I kiss hers back +If she's a bad bitch +She deserve that +She send me pictures to my iphone +Then I gotta clear em cuz my girl be checkin' my phone +I'm in the buildin with the mind blown +And I'm in the pussy honey I'm home +[Shanell:] +U done been good +But you can do better +I done been wet +But I can get wetter +Come and make it way down on mee +(Yeh no cielings mutha fucka ahhh) +U done been good +But you can do better +I done been wet +But I can get wetter +Come and make it way down on mee +(Yeahh I like that) +I'm calling you daddy +(Her name shanell by the way) +Daddy +Can you be my daddy (young money) +Daddy +I need a daddy (no ceilings) +Daddy +Would you be my daddy +Daddy +Come and make it way down on mee (young mula babyy) +Come and make it way down on mee (no ceilings mutha f-cka ahh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +YeahhhOooh +Yeahh +Cut the music up in the head phones, please +That's more like it +Uh, uh, uh yeah +This that rock with me music, buck with me music +Baby come to my pad and f*ck with me music +F*ckin with me music, f*ckin with me loose your life +I would like to prove it but that's why I got gooned-ed +Ever since a junior, I've been on that bullshit +You don't have a fireplace? that's how hot your wood get +So santa come yo ass down the chimney +Behind my kids I leave your gift bag empty +Riff raff plenty, yeah that's what ya'll do +I got two tech nines should I text or call you +Muthaf*cka I kill all you, put the pump to your ear and +Pump up the volume, knock out a tall dude, bear hug a fat boy +I f*cked the teacher and stomp on the frat boy +I don't believe the preacher and I never been a choir boy +But my pockets do hit high notes like mariah boy +Yeah, I keep my angel low like maya boy +Then I pull it out and give you wings watch me flya boy +Used to be a hot boy now I'm fire boy +I'm talking fire, like rubbin cauduroy +Oops, I meant corduroy, carter boy, stuntin like my father boy +Flow like water boy, even though I got a voice like the boy on water boy +They pay a ton like my first name is walter boy +Sweetness, but see you'd rather 'nsult a boy +But I put that pimp in ya step like walter boy +Chuch, and weezy f's the alter boy +And yes I am a dog, now watch me cat-a-pul-ta boy +And yes I'm extra alter, yes a vulture, catch you walkin +Extra talkin to the morgue by extra coffins +Yeah I'm hype like my wife, man +Extra coffee, me and my wife be A Ok no time to shake them exes of me hah +What it is, I'm back on my biz' +And I put that on the threads on the back of my kids +May that that eleven be attached to my ribs +And the bullets that I give be attached to his +I'm back muthaf*cka, I'm that muthaf*cka +But besides barack I'm one hell of a black muthaf*cka +Ya digg? f*ck every fish in the river +I bet my love boat f*ck every fish in the river nigga +Yeah, when you in that trunk do you quiver nigga? +Cut the music up so we can't hear the nigga +Then we burn the car, with the nigga +Burn 'em so bad they can't tell if it is a nigga +We leave yo body lookin like a lizard nigga +My ma's a chef, do you wanna be for dinner nigga? +I'm at the finish like what's up with these beginner niggas? +I'm a winner nigga, but now and then a nigga +Shoutout to nas to help me tap into my inner nigga +And nigga or not, we are all sinners nigga +So please forgive me if I have to kill a nigga +And the president is still a nigga +Nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Politics (Lethal Injection)[Bridge - Lil Wayne] +So you didn't get drafted by the NBA, but you got drafted to defend your U.S.A +Now you got war on your mind, put you on front line and you will die, die, the American way + +[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] +So I woke up at the crack of dawn, a lot going through my mind while I stretch and yawn +Its a love-hate thing, but my heart is torn, man, let me just speak about whats going on +Hey, Dear Mr. President, why you got our troops in the war and they fighting over shit thats irrelevant +While the crime rates spread like an infection, Im trying to duck jail and a lethal injection + +[Hook - Lil Wayne] +Love, hate, size, race, crime, grace, lip injection, lethal injection +Breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction +Breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction +Love, hate, size, race, crime, grace, crime rate, lip injection, lethal injection +Lip injection, lethal injection, breast reduction, police corruption +Your assumption, economical destruction, breast reduction +Police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction + +[Lil Wayne Scream] + +[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] +What is your fucking problem, I'm from the fucking bottom +I got a bunch of problems, and can't nothing solve them +My room is full of demons, I ain't afraid of them +I hear them witches screaming, I raise a blade to them +[Hook - Lil Wayne] + +[Bridge - Lil Wayne] + +[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] +Question, what the fuck is you go do, when that new world come for you +When that new world come for you, revolution is never the solution +Prostitution, drug distribution, war contribution, all for the love of the constitution +Yeah + +[Hook - Lil Wayne & Gudda Gudda] +Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, lip injection, lethal injection +While the crime rates spread like an infection, Im trying to duck jail and a lethal injection +Love, hate, size, race, grime, grace, crime rate, lip injection, lethal injection +Lip injection, lethal injection, breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption +Economical destruction, breast reduction, police corruption, your assumption, economical destruction2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Vans[Intro] +Ayo, Paul, why'ont you roll up a +'Young L' +Hahah +Young Money, Volume 1 +Yeah +LilWeezyAna +Yeah +DJ Raj Smoove, greatest DJ in the world +Weezy F Baby, best rapper alive +Let's go + +[Verse] +Yeah, young Wayne +Up in this thang +The boy get money +Like the summer get rain +I got game +That's just that +Baby, I'm a player +Check my stats +She just wanna caress my tats +And then I jumps up in that pussy and run laps +Yeah, it's Weezy Baby +Now keep me in your mouth like you're teething baby +Haha, and I swear I go dumb +I smoke so much, niggas call me No Lungs +I'm just trying to stack mo' funds +Baby I'm a god, I should walk around with nuns +Haha, but I walk around with guns +Use your head or you'll walk around with none +Haha, and that'll be no fun +Now is my era +Bring terror +Like Pun +Fugue, roll up a 'Young L' +Hahah14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Lost Carter IV SongJay-Z: + +Turn the muthafuckin music up + +Yeahhh + +Yeaaaahhh! + +I got these niggas Weezy! + +Heheheheheheheheheheh.... + +You might cop a watch like mine, homie, but this a different BEZel +We both floatin on our yachts homie, but this a different VESssssel +The one ya boy ridin on is a little bit more SPESH-ull +Cos we both be gettin dough, but homie, Hov makes bigger PRETZels + +OH.....We ain't count-in the same DEC-i-mals +Listen, my nigga, we ain't even speakin the same DEC-i-bels +Thought I told ya'll niggas that this rap shit was my BITCH, fam +Plus I 'ready told ya'll, I'm not a HITman, I'm a HIT, maaaaaan +Pokerface'd the game n now I'm steady stackin CHIPS, man +Use ta FLIP grams, but then it EXpand-ed, SHIT man, look what I WITH-stand-ed +Damn....Tell me WHO in HIStory did it like THIS man +The Beatles before they DISbanded, maybe MJ, maybe PRINCE man +Even Elvis had to BOW DOWN, when his CROWN BOUNCED, look what they FOUND OUT +That boy Young ain't the one you COUNT OUT, let's see THAT from a lil nigga DOWN SOUTH +Niggas talkin breezy n run outta breath n get weezy +Thinkin those messages is for themmm jus because they been gettin cc'ed + +You wanna BATTLE dog? Fuck that, lets compare catalogs... +Compare bank accounts, compare travel logs, compare passports, n THEN have a talk +Niggas think they got bite, jus cos they have a bark +Cos the niggas who ain't got cars will tell you they rather walk...Haa! + +Yall niggas is avatars....to be honest, I ain't even mad at ch'all +You pour ya cup n mafuckas jus rather grab a straw..... +They like fiends, the way they rock back n forth +Like that's a cure...HUH + +Niggas can't act mature..... +N everybody think they TU-pack Shakurs +Niggas brave after two packs a Coors, Two packs? OF COURSE +Triple entendre you bastards off + +Soon as our mafuckin paths have crossed +Who you tryna renegade? You just a Asher Roth +Never pushed out the game due to lack a force +Plus my nigga Wayne jus adds support....HUH + +Lil Wayne: +Helluh errybuddy it's that nigguhYoung Tunechi +Lookit all these nigguhs tryna eat off of muh fruit tree +I read a pussay ass muhfucka like a book +Bwoy I POP a pussay nigguh...kick his ass like uh foot...hyeeaah + +Nigguh so paid you should call meh Mr Paid +Old nigguhs so sour we should call um lemonade +Bitch I got yachts like a muthfuckin dock +Tunechi spit so haaawrd they should jus call mehhh Raaawck + +I pop a pussy nigguh, POP UM POP UM like balloons +Damn I sweep a muhfucka off his feet, brooms +Bout to blow shit up once again nigguh, boom +You nigguhs is dead to meh like dead people, tombs + +Bitch I go so hard they should call a nigguh Hardy +N yall muthafuckas want some beef wit Tune, Arbys +So many bitches in the ruoohm bwoy, bacardi +Tunechi is tha tunafish...yall nigguhs is sawrdeens...hyeeack + +Bwoy Im goin in, you should call meh dildo +Get yuh ass kicked, you should call yuhself field goal +Weezy rock so much ice, you should call meh real cold +Got so many rings they should call me Bilbo....hyeahhh + +...Get yuh ass laid down like floor tile +Drizzy got dem sweaters, you should call him young orrhgyle +Nigguh so hot yuh should call me Atlantuhh +N bitch, real B's move in silence like buhnanas +Nigguh um paid, yuh should call meh Darth Paider +Showed muh nigguh Drizzy how to handle light sabers +Muhfucka um jus livin life fast forwardin +Goin so fast, yuh should call me Flash Gawrdin + +Weezy F Baby from the city of New Awrlins +Nigguhs get scared when they hear muh pants roarrrin +Shoutout my nigguhs Gudda, Mack Maine n Aurrrbry +Young Money bwoy, fuck errybody....orgy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Believe That[Hook - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)] +Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy) +Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) +Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) +You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) +Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) +That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) +Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) +It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) +Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy) +Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) +Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) +And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) +Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) +Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) +Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy) +Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy) +Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies +I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes +I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes +All the niggas on the block that got that work to move + +[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +It's Weezy baby, young and from the Dirty South +Get up your dope, I'm putting birdies out +Like thirty in my mouth, so I can say +Fuck you bitch you still ain't got a dirty mouth +The hood still ain't got over the drout +So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya house +Nigga we timin', the cost of my watch over ya house +I'm a boss man, I watch over the South +Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini) +Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family +My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp +Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey +You know we only, keepin it gangsta +Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber +All I need is my banger, nigga it's Weezy +This shit is over somebody cue me +[Hook - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)] +Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy) +Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) +Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) +You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) +Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) +That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) +Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) +It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) +Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy) +Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) +Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) +And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) +Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) +Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) +Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy) +Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy) +Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies +I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes +I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes +All the niggas on the block that got that work to move + +(Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne) +You don't wanna play wit me, I touch you man +Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me +Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man +I played on Martin, call me hustle, man +And now y'all know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man +But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that thunder +That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on water +How do you want it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or +High with water, how do you want it man +Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun +I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road +For the nigga gotta move his son, and I show you how to do this son +That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, BITACH, and ya stunned +[Hook - Blaque and (Mannie Fresh)] +Push Impalas and Caprice's (Believe that daddy) +Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) +Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) +You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) +Do ya Bentley got them hoes (Believe that daddy) +That's, that weed smell in yo clothes (Believe that daddy) +Bet a hunderd, shoot a hundred (Believe that daddy) +It's my block, I run it (Believe that daddy) +Got them 20's on ya ride (Believe that daddy) +Got the gator inside (Believe that daddy) +Fine bitch, bow-leg (Believe that daddy) +And she go both ways (Believe that daddy) +Slugged up in the front (Believe that daddy) +Got a trunk full of bump (Believe that daddy) +Got cribs, cars, bikes, dykes (Believe that daddy) +Cause that's what hoes like (Believe that daddy) +Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the ladies +I do cause I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes +I do it for my dudes, do it for my dudes +All the niggas on the block that got that work to moveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Uoeno - Remix[Verse 1] +Uh +I'm flying private through Cloud 9 +Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein +Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin' +Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics +Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don't fuck with new +Niggas +I blue's your bitch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm +I got animal all in my flow +Take your shoes off at the door +Niggas feed these bitch's lies +Nigga don't food poison my ho +I buy my drugs for the low +Like a coupon on at the store +My nigga's like Kanye with that good +My nigga's like Lou Rawls with that blow +Niggas sayin they racked up +Don't let that Q-ball leave you broke +I know you want a pat on the back +But then those fools goin' see you choke +I saw yo' bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go +Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves +You don't even know +Niggas be trippin' over these hoes +I done came too far to get close +I've been outchea gettin' bread +And I don't need you all in my loaf +If you stick your neck out there +I'll have my goons all at your throat +Niggas be lukewarm at the most +And when I'm through ballin' I coach +Shout out to my nigga Mac +Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost +I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a +Tombstone if I wrote it +Tunechi +[Verse 2] +My kids already rich and they don't even know +These nigga's sayin' they playas, they ain't even scored +My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke +Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga +Uh +My cologne illegal in nine countries +I found a way like it was hiding from me +Yeah, my weed good, my sex better +Bitch, don't text me no love letters +I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob +Most of these hoes ain't got no job +And these niggas goin' buy em' everything +You goin' fuck around, and get the ho robbed +I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut +Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug +And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums +I woke up this morning, dick rock hard +Dick harder than a armadilla' +MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my +Niggas +Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions +If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot +Let me write this bitch a parking ticket +Ain't got time for love life +All I know is get paid +I'm high like Bonjour +Twisted like french braids +I got my own shoes, SLIME +T, I feel like MJ +I'm working that graveyard shift +Man these nigga's been dead +[Verse 3] +Uh +I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know +I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her +Yeah +Don't fuck with these fuck nigga's, you already know us +I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise +Yeah +Pass that weed to the next nigga +Blunt longer than a tongue twista +Hoes want this scud missile +Imma ball, like Crystal +Lil Tunchi league, young sex pistol +New money, no wrinkles +I'm hard headed, Ocho +Dedication Cinco +Uh + +[Outro] +What up 5? +Rocko fuck with me! +Yeah! +Future fuck with me! +Yeah! +T, I feel like MJ +I'm working that graveyard shift +Man these nigga's been dead +5!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Out[Lil Wayne Talking] +Yeah, please Don't Be Alarmed +By The Far Footsteps You Hear +Coming Up From The Rear +It's Only A One Man Army +Carter, Me, That's Who +Eh, John Just Let Me Rock Man +Let's Go + +[Lil Wayne] +Hot damn ya'll snakes left me in the desert to swell +Don't forget you niggas met me in the desert I yell +No one can hear me so come get me out the desert, so +I just stay hot, and blaze what I got +Turn up the temperture burn up the tension +These wheels is perpendicular 24 inches +Got dammit man when my rubberband tires stop +I bounce back like rubberband and slingshot to the top, Fucker +You might see me in a tire shop +I am letting ya'll know that I'ma ride it out +I'm living in cash money never Dying out +You can't pull me to the side you can't buy me out +So make good with the mobb niggas squad it out +I'ma G, I'ma die with the llama out +So make good with the boy niggas squad it out +I'ma G nigga how I get out remember that bitch +[Lauren Hill] +I Get Out +[Lil Wayne] +Yeah +[Lauren Hill] +I Get Out Before Your Boxes +I Get Out +[Lil Wayne] +Sweetheart I get out I promise you +[Lauren Hill] +You can't hold me in these chambers +I get out +[Lil Wayne] +They can't hold me rabbit you made me +[Lauren Hill] +I get out before your boxes +I get out +You can't hold me in these chamber +[Lil Wayne] +Nene I got us Zietha I got us +Me that's who + +[Lil Wayne] +I learned so much and grown so little +In my physical not including my dick and my genitals +And I pop at you to confirm my criminal +One chief tribe I'm head Seminole +Carter's straight +I then ran through the Florida State +I got money, drugs, hoes in every part of the state +My Miami hideaway ocean view will catch you +I bring sand to the beach and still build a castle, nigga +You turn hoes off I take those on +A magnum latex goes on the pace goes on +I take a bitch to a island you take a ho to the mall +I holler once and shake a ho to the alphasician +I gotta gun I keep with me under all conditions +Cause I'ma entertainer slash small physician +Kordell Stewart in ball conditions +I come to ya'll town and brawl under ya'll conditions +I get out +[Lauren Hill] +I Get Out +[Lil Wayne] +Bitch +[Lauren Hill] +I get out before your boxes +I get out +[Lil Wayne] +I'm and all around player man +[Lauren Hill] +You can't hold me in these chambers +I get out +[Lil Wayne] +They can't hold me baby mami +[Lauren Hill] +I get out before your boxes +I get out +[Lil Wayne] +No + +[Lil Wayne] +1,2,3,4,5 in the hand of that man with the all black tee +Icey white sneaks ice is bright over the same black tee +I sit down at night over cheese cake and black tea +And don't think I just think it +Hit a track and I stink it +You ain't met a nigga like me in while my type extinct, bitch +That's like Noah with no arc +They calling my thoughts the Maxwell house so dark +Step up on the mound with no bark +Pedro Martinez with my mean ass +No matter how old a nigga +I Peter Rolle a nigga +I Fish Pole a nigga +I beat a hole in a nigga +Either holding a pistol or I'm holding a gun +You rolling with me? +Niggas is fraud I got the exposure with me +Yeah niggas is broads ho in they features +And a war paint script in my face to let em' know I'ma creature +I get out +[Lauren Hill] +I get out +[Lil Wayne] +Pay attention bitch +[Lauren Hill] +I get out before your boxes +I get out +[Lil Wayne] +I promise +[Lauren Hill] +You can't hold me in these chambers +I get out +[Lil Wayne] +Nigga Me that's who +[Lauren Hill] +I get out before your boxes +I get out +[Lil Wayne] +Who else is there to blame +[Lauren Hill] +You can't hold me in these chambers + +[Lil Wayne Talking] +Niggas made it cause I'm real +(That's What's up) +Remember that +(Shit Test Me) +It ain't a gang +Without a gangster in front of that +(Fucker) +I Play ThatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rude BoyDo Not Bring Scared Buisness To Me +Murda Fer Fun, Heard Me +Mama Used To Tell Me As A Boy To Do Right, But +Da Boys saw papa Comin With The Money Every Night +Me No Wanna hear I'm a Hustla I'm a +Figh-Ta +Go on Through an Ear And Come Out The Other +Side, Man +I Throw Em Off The Pier I'm a Myswah +Fly-Ca +Work In Me Haulster, Work In Me +Ride, Get +Money All Year Yea 3-6-5 Get +Money All Year Yea 3-6-5 Now +New Orleans Boy I Come For Money Better +Keep It-A +Puttin Em Up For Dimes And Comin Soon Into +Yah Area +When We In Da Buldin Know Da Roof We Have To +Raise It-Ah +1 Blunt Blaze It Ah, 2 Blunt Blazin Ah +Run, I'm a Catch Yah Dem Retarded In Me +Area +Blood Come From Dem Like Da Lady On Da +Period +Welcome To Da Zoo Things About To Get +Crazier +1 Shot Blazin Ah, 2 Shot Blah Blah +Bloody +(Blood It Thicka Den Da Wata) +Money +(Don't Let Dem, Take) +From Me +And Now You See, The Rude Boy Meet The O.G +Eeey +Mama Used To Tell Me As A Boy To Do Right +But +Da Boys see papa Comin With The Money Every Night +Me No Wanna Ere I'm a Hustla I'm a +Figh-Ta +Go on Through An Ear And Come Out The Other +Side, Mon +I Throw Em Off The Pier I'm a Myswah +Fly-Ca +Work In Me Haulster, Work In Me +Ride, Get +Money All Year Dem 3-6-5 Get +Money All Year Yea 3-6-5 Now +New Orleans Boy Come For Da Lute I'm Bout To +Keep It-A +Puttin Em Up For Dimes For Dem Killah To +Yah Area +When We In Da Buldin Know Da Roof We Have To +Raise It-Ah +1 Blunt Blaze It Ah, 2 Blunt Blazin Ah +Run, I'm a Catch Yah Dem Retarded In Me +Area +Blood Come From Dem Like Dem Lady On Da +Period +Welcome To Da Zoo Things About To Get +Crazier +1 Shot Blazin Ah, 2 Shot Blah Blah! +Trust Me +Dem Don't Want To F*ck With Me, No +Me Walk Round With Da Steel Homie, On Me +But I Will Leave Da Murda Scene, So Fresh So Clean +Me No Need Da Police on me, No! +Me Put Me Gun Up In Me Jeans, Light Upon Me Trees +And da rude boy keep dying +If You Lookin For Me, You Tellin Em I'll Be +Where Nobody Knows!, (Oh!) +I'm Tryin To Take Me A Bad Gyal With Me +(Oh!) +And Me Tryin To Take Me A Rude Gyal With MeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Open Safe (Demo)[Intro] +Turn the music up +(Mustard on the beat, ho) + +[Verse 1] +Tattoos on my face, nigga +Grill shinin' in your face, nigga +Blowin' smoke in your face, nigga +Hoes smilin' in my face, nigga +Your ho smilin' in my face, nigga +She out of line, she out of place, nigga +Everybody know my face, nigga +All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga +Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter +Snoop Dogg, murder was the case, nigga +Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga + +[Chorus 1] +Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga +Yeah, if it's beef, we over-ate, nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate, nigga +Yeah, there go the bass, nigga +You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga +Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga +I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her +New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga +Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga +I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her +Bitch screamed when the dick was halfway in her, huh +[Verse 2] +When the dick was halfway in her +Ain't seen in her in a while, her ass way bigger +In the coupe, hitting corners like a maze, nigga +Banging Franklin, Beverly and mace, nigga +Damn, you ain't dead yet? I'm amazed, nigga +Guess what? I'm coming back with that gauge, nigga +Leather face, but I’m feeling like suede nigga +You dizzy, from turning over in your grave, nigga +I'm 5'5" stuntin' like I'm 5'8", nigga +I can shoot this bitch and still drive straight, nigga +My place don't need no fucking high gates, nigga +You in this bitch, looking like live bait, nigga + +[Chorus 2] +Looking like an open safe, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga +I see your wife done chose a fake nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate, nigga +Yeah, there go the bass, nigga +You niggas starve, we let food go to waste, nigga +Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga +Kidnap the cute baby, kill the babysitter +New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga +Hungry, bullets eatin' off your chest-plate, nigga +I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her +'Cause pay cuts bleed through the Band-Aid, nigga +[Verse 3] +I stick your hand in the fan blades, nigga +That's when you told me where your man stayed, nigga +I ran up in that bitch on a rampage, nigga +In the morning, brains in the pancakes, nigga +I'm a made nigga, you a man-made nigga +Walk it like you talk it, sashay, nigga +I take my goons out to see some landscape, nigga +We smoking parmesan, smoking handshake, nigga +My bitch classy and she keep her classmates with her +Your bitch ashy and she keep a ashtray with her +Had to do it one time for my skate niggas +Fuck them niggas that be hating 'cause I stayed, nigga + +[Chorus 3] +Looking like an open safe, nigga +Know the feds tryna lock this open safe, nigga +Fuck it, I feel like a frozen lake nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate with her +Uh, no bass, nigga +Only smoking gas, no brakes, nigga +Yeah, me and money so amazed, nigga +She get my name tatted, letters bold face + +[Verse 4] +When we shoot, we don't race +We gon' need our own space +Need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade +I be coming home late, bad bitch long face +She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way +'96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes +And I never been a intrigued by the patterns on snakes +Need to dump a dead body, man I think I know a place +She gon' suck the prototype and swallow all the protoges, nigga +[Chorus 4] +Lookin' like a open safe, nigga +We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga +Yeah, my homie got a open case, nigga +Celebrating like he got a cold case, nigga +Yeah, haha, there go the bass, nigga +Come to the hood, show you how to motor chase, nigga +Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga +I just bought a plastic Glock, less weight, nigga +New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga +Make a movie in this bitch, press play, nigga +I hope this bitch don't think that I'ma have faith in her +Time out let the hourglass break, nigga + +[Verse 5] +Wait nigga, had to take a smoke break, nigga +Yeah, smoke break, nigga +Okay nigga, I just left José nigga, I just left José, nigga +Federales on my ass, fucking had a boat chase, nigga +They didn't see no face, nigga +Your bitch spent the whole day with us +And niggas know we don't play, nigga +Nigga, don't play that shit like cocaine, nigga, we on +Homies pump that bass, nigga +Lookin' like a open safe, nigga +But there ain't no code to break niggas +I capitalize off my own mistakes +You lowercase, nigga +Your bitch cut her legs when they was on my shoulder blades, nigga +Don't hate (Don't hate) call an ace, an ace, nigga +Got Mack with me up in this bitch, brought Nina just in case, nigga +Baby Scarface, nigga, fuck the human race, nigga +Bap, bap, bap, bap, we don't debate with em + +[Outro] +(Mustard on the beat, ho)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shoot Up The Casket*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] +Bitch, I got the Devil in me +High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me +Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up +Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (I keep a shovel with me) + +[Chorus: Young Thug] +You ain't gotta do no askin' +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, I'm tryna, tryna) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu) + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Bricks on the beat, uh +Put a nigga six underneath +Put... + +... + +[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] +Bitch, I got the Devil in me +High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me +Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up +Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (I keep a shovel with me) +[Chorus: Young Thug] +You ain't gotta do no askin' +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, I'm tryna, tryna) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu) + +[Verse: Young Thug] +Hit 'em in the stomach, give him hiccups (Huh) +If I had a Bazooka, I'd blow this whole shit up (Yeah) +I'm tryna take the gold off his casket +Wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose) +Ain't no tellin' what I wanna do +Man, only God knows (Woo, hey) +Shoot to the max when I pull up on you (On you) +Mad Max, I'm on one-thirty-two (One-thirty-two) +Cinemax, watch me move when I move (When I move) +I think God picked your card, man +I think he want you (Gotta go home) +Anybody with 'em get whacked (Yeah) +Every time you see me, got a Gat' (Got the Gat') +And my bitch, she a brat (She a brat) +All these hoes did that (She did) +Why the fuck these niggas did that? +Tampax Pearl, nigga, bleedin' through the jacket (Blatt, blatt) +Run up on 'em, take his racks (Blatt, blatt) +Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt +[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] +Bitch, I got the Devil in me +High speed, yeah, I got Berettas with me +Oh, and a nigga ain't safe in the ground, we gon' dig 'em up +Graveyard, bitch, I got a shovel with me (I keep a shovel with me) + +[Chorus: Young Thug] +You ain't gotta do no askin' +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, I'm tryna, tryna) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Hey, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu-thu, thu-thu-thu) +I'm tryna shoot up the casket (Thu-thu-thu) + +[Outro: Young Thug] +(Ayy) +Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Ayy) +I hit for a brick when I spin it on Melrose (Ayy) +I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Ayy)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Long Time Coming[Lil Wayne:] +Back door back room young nigga still switchin' +Young nigga still pitchin' naked bitches in da kitchen +Wishin' dat I would kiss em but I just missed em +Get my money den I dismiss em +Lil' Marley said still trippin' +He gata bigger pistol now +He say he ain't missin +U can't miss him +He's da skinny dude with da dreads +High yellow red +Who always my blood +So we forever bled +U ain't gata go upstairs +U kno watz up der +Bitchez and cook ware +Hell yea f**k yea +U kno u smell dat cocaine tuff air +It'z been a long time comin +But I come up fair +I ain't complainin I'm hydroplainin +Like compo smash da plaintiff +Now I'm ova da sink +Tryin 2 think and find da kinkz +To strengthen the tieng linkz +There is no brakes +No alarms +Guns weed triggers and bitches +The thicker da bitches +Da bigger da brick is +Yea +Niggas on some real shit but(change gon come) +And wen it do u betta get with it +The carter 2 triple exquisite +So bring ya friends +On your next visit +Let's get it +The livin room +Still gata bunch of youngins in it +Jus waitin on a blunt to hit it +And trill comin with it +And blake probably in the basement on his catastenics + +And tez probably in the office +Bein a math matician +Dats catacorner 2 my bedroom +Lady in it +Who only want weezy baby in it +Yea maybe when I finish gettin dis butta I'll touch ya +But I can't love ya I ain't usher I'm all southern +All brotha +U cud call the authorities +Gat u wonderin how money +Got the law ignorin me +Yea +Like I ain't bringin in 4 a week +And I need more streets +The house need sheet rock +U cud hear it all da way down the block +Cause wen u sleep not +We at work pops +No stop watch +Ain't no clockz up +Wen we leave all u gata do +Is put da potz up +We eatin cheese and bread we stocked up +So u cud put your eggs and tots up +Itz not us +Wen I wake up I pop up +Anotha day anotha dolla +Bitch holla +Dis time I've excersized my power +So now I'm singin in da shower +A lil deodarant +Lil howard jhonson +Forty bagz of powder +Get da keyz off the counter +I walk out da door +And smell a flour +Now I'm about to go +Get into dis album +Welcome2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bodies[Intro] +Yeah +I've been +I've been + +[Bridge 1] +I've been trappin' on the low low +Just me and my woe no +Bet the feds probably got a hunch like Quasimodo +Captain on my logo, that's me and my bro bros +Promethazine a no dose, a recipe for oh oh + +[Verse 1] +Trapping out the 4-door, traffic moving so slow +I just come from cholo, cholo got that coco +My Iphone bout' to blow though +They looking for that coco +They know I got that coco +I'm never a no-show +I'm never with po-po +And it's always on the low-low +And it's always for the low-low +I look out for the poor folks +I'm sipped out I'm a slow [?] +I'm swagged out for the gold rope +I pull the cash out scream "yolo" +Till I get a sore throat nigga whoa whoa +I tell my hoe no before my woe woe +Fuck her till she scream "No more go slow" +I like when bitches scream "Go go go though" +And ride me lika a [?] Volvo +I got keys in this [?] Volvo +And I'm keeping a low pro fo' sure +I done made it to the money and it feel like Christmas +I tell a hoe "Ho ho ho" +[Bridge 2] +Been trapping on the low low +Just me and my woe no +But I bet the feds probably got a hunch like Quasimodo +Trapping in my Polo +Trapping in my Polo +Trapping in my Polo +Trapping in my Polo +Captain on my logo +That's me and my bro bros +Promethazine a no dose, recipe for oh oh +Promethazine I go pro, yeah I go pro +Promethazine I go pro, yeah + +[Verse 2] +See round here you gotta mumble +Cause these hoes is like dumbo +Boy these hoes is cut throat +Stop talkin' when you cuddle +Hoe this ain't no love boat +Smoking like a tug boat +I get in the [?] and I go for the gun store +I go for the gun store +I don't fuck with young hoes +My bitch swallow cum though and even blow a bubble +I just be like encore +This shit is a blood sport +We shoot you in your muscles +And leave you like a puzzle +AK-47 and the nina has a couple +Numbers don't lie I shoot you a hundred times +Long hair don't care +Bitch it's Weezy not Rapunzel +I'm on these trees bitch swinging in the jungle +And I was born there like Tarzan +I was dealt the hard hand +But now they call me Starzan +And I just pop the bar exam +Penitentiary flow my bars hard +Too hard for a cell mate +So all these other fucking rappers to me ain't nothing but a jail bait +Too much coke make the skill shake +Too much coke make the skill shake +It's Lil Tune aka Jim +That's what they call you when you sell weight +The feds watching with a stale face +The hoes watching with the Yeah face +We fuck all night make up on the pillow +Wake up in the morning see a real face +Ben Franklin with the blue face +Lil Wayne tattoo face +Bad bitch with a cute face +I fuck her and her room mate +The work just came today +I break the birds down to [?] +Then she let me hotter than a [?] I love you baby +[Bridge 3] +And trapping on the low low +Just me and my woe no +I don't do no porno +I just give you the total +All my niggas no joke +The plug call us loco +Snapping like a photo +Trapping in my Polo +Trapping in my Polo +Trapping in my Polo +Promethazine a no dose, recipe for oh oh +Promethazine I go pro, I go pro +Promethazine I go pro, yeah I go pro, yeah + +[Outro] +Mula baby +Yeah +I love you, Nae Nae +One3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +BET FreestyleThe Carter is the place +And i'm running this thing like im walking in the race like they walking in place +Then I walk in that place like give me my cake +And yeah I'm a martian so give me my space +Me timmet, me timmet never date oops i mean never dat only uhhh after that have her back +I send you back to the womb you climbed out of +I milks this thing, now boy get your cows up +Shorty give me brain like she smart as brittany houser +And I stay connected like an internet browser1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dedication 4??????????[Spoken] +Shout Out to everybody man +But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future weezy I'm a be on this rock shit +U understand me +This real rock shit +It's gettin real crazy +But uh I'm a keep rappin for ya'll and shit to +Cause I know ya'll like that shit +I know ya'll like that shit +I know ya'll like that shit +And uh just in case if ya'll want to know +What I was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cause I know they probabyly cut a lot of that out +I had said uh +Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, let's go +Oh oh oh +Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to f**k with them aliens +I'm just tryin to mate like a f**king australian +Dreams of f**king Mrs. Sarah Palin +And don't Mccain look like his heart about to fail em +But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest +Add another check to my checkin and savins +And afour fs to the weezy f baby +Nah I'm weezy f**kin f**kin f**kin f**kin f**kin baby +Dedication 3 we out this hoe +Actually we in yo hoe +Wayne Talkin... +I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08) +(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4 +Bitch I Feel Me! +Yea! +AHHHHHH! +I got the game mad, and I ain't talking about homie in LA neither +I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do with it +I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it +Hey I do it way bigger than u did it +I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me +I get real ignorant +Cruel really cruel +When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly +Who really pourin with us? +Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass +I can rap fast but I like slow better... why? +Cause bitch I'm a flow better fl-y fl-y fly +With no feathers +And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea +I'm talkin young money army weezy aka I got enough money on me +Yea and ya'll niggas phony +I got some bullets with ya'll pictures on them +Haha ya'll really don't want me +And I blast off on beat +She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me +I told yaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +President Carter Speaks[Spoken Intro: Lil Wayne] +Look here, listen man, listen man +Good morning, New York +My name is Weezy F Baby, I am the president, and um... +Is this thing on? Testing... +Um.. today I come to talk to you about, a very serious situation... +It's this bitch I know, and uh, and she, uh, ya know +She's not your ordinary bitch, ya know? +You could smell the swagger off of the bitch, breh, you know what I mean? +You know, I personally don't think, you know, um... +Any you other bitches could fuck with her, you know what I mean? +And no, don't take that shit to heart, uh, take it to your pussy +You know what I mean? Cause she gon' take it to your necks +And uh, who I'm talkin' bout? +I'm talkin' bout Nicki Minaj, nigga, yeah, the Mistress +Yo, they be like, "Why she call herself the Mistress?" +I be like, "I don't know" +And they be like, "I don't know, why she call herself Nicki Lewinsky?" +And I be like, "I don't know," +And they be like, "Why you call yourself the President?" +And, ehh.. fuck y'all +Young Mulah, baby! Dirty Money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Much More[Verse 1] +There is no peace +I ride 'till is not wheels +Till there is no streets +Like where is my piece +They dying in them cells or already dead +Or tryna kill themselves +I rep my niggas, I love my city +I feel myself and she feel my wealth +So it will not help, I gotta get me +And money like pussy and I gotta get deep +So I gotta get street cause it's riding on me +My niggas can't drive, I got riders with me +And nah I ain't in to that back and forth chit chat +As a matter fact I'mma end that... +Prone to destruction, home is corrupting +Stones in my dungies won't do the justice +Them hundred dollar homes is in abundance +Hustle on a mountain, hustle in a tundra +Get that money or don't function +Punctuation exclamation exclamation period +That's the way I have to make it +S to K, you better take it, idiots period +Bull shit, I pity it +Them guns shot so loud you would think I MIDI'd it +I shot more than once, I'm ab-libing it +Oh well you been in hell so what, I live in it +I'm giving it all, I got for them incentives +Riding for them benefits and now it's back to 10 a brick +I like 'em thin and thick +Really I like 'em thick, high yellow and shit +Weezy F BabyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grindin’ (Remix)*LYRICS FROM SNIPPET + +[Verse: Young Thug] +Like, get out my face and my place and my space 'fore I aim at your face and make copies, no paste +I pop a E, no bay, then I took off with no trace + +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Young Thug] +Tunechi, tell these pussy niggas that you caught me grindin' +Tunechi, tell 'em that you grindin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Private DancerThat's Why I Love U B +Now Take That Shit Off +You Tryin To Knock Me But I Will Not Answer +Your Girl Just Wanna Be My Private Dancer +And She Wanna Be My Private Chauffer +To Ride That Boy Like A Roller Coaster +Get On It And Get To It +Get On It And Get To It +Girl Yeah (Do U) Girl Yeah (Do U) +Girl Bye (Do Me) Girl Stop +I Got A Girl From The Atl +She Tell Me Boy Stop And I Tell The Girl Yeah +She Get Crunk Like Me To Pull Her Hair +I Pull That Thang Out And I Be Like Girl Where +She Reply Anywhere I Tell Her +Girl Stop Girl Stop +I'm In Strokers Me And Lil Budda +Ain't Got No Ones So We Throw Up The Two +I Got Money On My Mind +Women On My Phone +F*ckin With The Prince +U Wanna F*ck Me In The Throne +She Say She Get Hot When She See Me In The Coupe +Well I'm Hot Too Baby Girl I'm Soup +And We Can Get To Whatever U Gon Do +You Say U On 1 Whatever I'm One 2 +And This The Truth All U Female R & B Divas +I Got Dick For The Whole Crew +Ok I'm Finna Finna +Bend Her Right Over And Stand Ova Her Like A Winner +Like A Winner +And Then I Then I +Send Her Home To U And I'm Threw +And Look At U U F*ck With Her +U Crazy They Call Me Weezy Baby +She Don't Forget The Baby And U Don't Get The Baby +U Crazy +Yeah +So Don't Play With It Get Straight 2 It +Cause We Don't Play With It, We Straight Do It +We Straight Do It, Do It, Do It Good +We Straight Girl, We Straight Hood +We Eatin Over Here And We Done Ate Good +I Say Her Pussy Okay But Her Face Good +Baby Come And Spend A Day With A Young Man +Lay Up Under Hot Boy Get A Sun Tan +I'm A One Man Band Hit The Drum Plan +I Got My Glove On And You The Punch Bag +Mike Tyson Tats All Over My Face, Might Bite Ya +And I Don't Even Care If You Tell, Baby I Like To +Share Now Ya Girls Want Some, Girl Yea, Girl Yea, Girl Yea +Girl Yea, Girl Stop +This Is For All Of My Ladies, My Exotic Ladies, My Strippers, My F*cking Strippers, I Love My Strippers, I Love, See People Don't, People Don't, Think Of Ya'll As, Man I Always Think Of Ya'll As Everything.This Ones For You, Get It? This Ones, This Ones! I Love The F*cking Strippers One. Better Yet More Ones Please, Thank YouEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Jump Jiggy[Intro] +We gone make 'em: + +[Chorus] +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive + +[Verse 1] +I tell 'em no lie +I blow by in the Benz wit the O eyes +I low-ride, cuz these 20 inch rims just make it so hot +You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky +And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin' +They think you need to stop they say it's not called for +It's such a small car, but cost more than a ballpark +See my life is high priced, a lot a room a lot a bling +My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing" +You'll probably see me flying in a Lamborghini +Wit your girl right beside me in a tan bikini +Cut the music down and tell her, "hey ya man's a weenie" +Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie +And I'm just a teenager and I make this dough +Pull out my bankcard and Bill Gates feel broke +And I keep it on a hush but I'm richer than normal +And a frost bit wrist, have me sniffin and coughin (*cough*) +[Chorus] +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive + +[Verse 2] +You know me, pistol on my side fully loaded +I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe +Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me +And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride" +Have you heard about, shorty be Iceberged out +Got them birds real affordable, so get the word out +And you still can see the grill wit the lights burn out +Nothin' lil' about the wheels on my bright orange drop +I'm thuggin and pimped out, flossin and glissed out +Sit my arm in warm water, I'm thawin my wrist out +Got quarters in this house, ki's in that van +Got ounces in her ride, and G's in that bag +Shhh, You hear that, here come Weezy on his way in a platinum leer jet +We gamblin' nigga bet, bet nigga disrespect and he get dampled and wet +Whole goddamn family get trampled wit that +I make 'em: +[Chorus] +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive + +[Verse 3] +Alright I bounce for the 17 and jump for the Grover +Just put TV's and bump in the Rover +Slump the bitch over, cum on her shoulder +Bet I make the slut eat it up like yogurt +Wrists is ferocious, dick is just bogus +Fuck a ho watch she come back like a chorus +Like one named Deloris met her in a taurus +She like to snort coke, you should see the size her nose is +We really the ones controllin', no choices +And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces +Beefin' ain't fake, not to mention +All our rides are dubbed like blank tapes +I really think my jewelry and lights have somethin' in common +Cuz everytime you put them bitches on they start shinin' +The shit is mind blowin' +As a matter of fact I got a bitch that's mind blowin' +She give my head a blow job, I guess she's mind blowin' +[Chorus] +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive +Jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jump +Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pom Pom[Hook: Junior Reid] +You only got a few days more +To get the guns you want at the gun store +On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me +A Glock a magnum & a rusty M3 +Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Welcome to hell I let em burn +Momma told me don't play with them choppas I never learn +I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm +Killas hold court in the street court is adjourned +These niggas sleepin hope they keep it in they napsack +Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack +Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack +We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back +Hand gun, me no want no hand gun +Tote a shotty with a bass drum +Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come +We die rich & young +We die handsome and +Me I never ran from another man son +I take alot a shots bitch nigga and one +So throw away them Glocks +I hope they prayin for ya +You hear that chop now you sayin somethin, Nigga that's the +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Murda she wrote nigga we loke +You can get smoked like brand new dope +Brand new scopes on old ass guns from brand new beef +If he play you cold you give him heat +Play that roll get in them streets +You pay that toll life ain't cheap +The streets is watchin +The streets can see what you can't see +You ain't safe, you ain't free +You jus a target with teeth +Ya'll niggas don't hear me +Shoot him in the eye make the nigga see clearly +Now he only got one eye like the pyramid +Bitch I'm in the game like the beer man, hear me +They on my grass shoot 'em down like a deer man +Down down baby goin down like airtran +Yeah & you don't wanna take it there man +Because I'm already there man +I'm sayin + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Survival of the fittest +It is well known there's no water like my city's +Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers +Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers +Niggas got problems niggas got business +Niggas got children niggas got bitches +Bitches got bitches +I know bitches realer then you +Nigga I done seen keys bigger then you +Yeah nigga you ain't on shit +Cut off a nigga head make him suck his own dick +No he don't want that & he don't want this +I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss +You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bitch +Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script +Addicted to the chips commited to my clique +Cash money mother fucker get the pistol to your lips +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Westwood Radio 1 Freestyle[Verse 1] + +Welcome to the Carter, little shop of horror +Bloody like a period , after D-R +Doctor, im a dog, im a dog, im a dog yeah +Not Goergetown but im a Uptown Hoya +Like Maloy no lawyers +I got that work come be my employer +Freestyling for you , no for me, for me no no only for money +More, of the money i get i got that, yeah +Like a pot and a pan i rock that ,yeah +I sit back tell my bus driver where to go +Cause I don't wanna finish +They diminish I replenish +Scientific, I'm out this world ho +I wear bright red like a girl toe +No homo, fingernails dirty +I've been counting dirty money since 12:30 +A-M, weigh them, if they short take them +Right back and spray him amen, yea +I just do my Wayne +And every time I do it I do my thing, yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Creepin’ Through Your Hood(Intro, Paul Wall & [Juelz Santana]) +Swisha House baby +[Juelz Santana] +Ya boy Paul Wall +[I mean, I know it's a lot of hater on yo side] +Yo I know they over there hatin on your side too +[Oh yea, but'chu know we don't give a fuck about them niggas, man] +Fuck 'em + +(Hook, Paul Wall & [Juelz Santana]) +We don't give a fuck about you +We tote big guns, front, we'll pop you +[We be] +[Creepin through ya hood] +[Creepin through ya hood] +[Mask low, mean mug, creepin through ya hood] + +(Verse 1, Juelz Santana) +I'm down and I'm dirty with this +I'm down to get dirty, ya bitch +Aww man, aww damn +The pound is just hurtin my hip +Fuck with me +I'll show you how them pounds and them birdies get flipped +Play around clown, you'll get found in the dirtiest ditch (Ey!) +He like, yeah I don't give a fuck about who (bout who?) +I'm like, we don't give a fuck about'chu ('Bout you) +Hat low to the front +Lean back, smokin a blunt (Ey!) +See that button? Hit that, dope in the trunk +Nope, coke in the trunk +Nope, both in the trunk +That gun is on my hip too, I been hopin you stunt (Yup!) +You don't want my niggas creepin through ya hooood (Through ya hoood) +You don't want my niggas creepin through ya woooods (Through ya wooods) +You don't wanna see that pistol in ya face, homeboy +You don't want my niggas leavin wit'cha gooooods (Gooods) +So don't play like that (Don't) +Don't act like that (Don't) +If you ain't like that (You know) +(Hook) + +(Verse 2, Paul Wall) +I got them windows tinted, five-percent +Presidential limo tint +I can see you, but'chu can't see me +Two-twenty-three with extended clip +Them fifty shots gon' set it off +So fire drill, bitch drop and roll +Gimme that watch, gimme that chain +Empty them pockets and pay the toll +I hang with killas out on parole +Catch ya cut, run and hide +Evacuate, murder-for-hire +Kinda like Omar from the wire +We'll chop ya up like garlic cloves +And cook ya ass, like Elmer the chef +Take ya last breath, put on ya vest +But I'm aimin at'cha head boy, not'cha chest +Now pack the iron, I'll start'cha dyin +Hit them legs and crease ya up +Then I hit the spot with a bad bitch +That'll slob a knob and piece me up +And when ya wake up, in the morning +To the sounds of them choppers roaring +I wear the heat, just like Alonso +We'll leave ya whole family in mourning +I'm in the hood like wig shops +I'm on the grind, on the block +Posted up like Yao Ming +In a low post, I'm on the box +We'll chop ya up like a Screw tape +And have ya hollerin like the Opera +But with my side-kick goin off +I ain't talkin about no T-Mobile partna +(Hook)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Broke Up[Intro: Yung Berg] +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches +Hierarchy + +[Chorus: Yung Berg] +Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88) +How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it) +See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah) +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!) +Broke up with all my bitches +I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh) + +[Verse 1: Jason Derulo] +Since you know I'm rich (rich) +You know she wanna date me (date me) +Fucked her in L.A. (A) +That's California-cation ('cation) +Give a fuck what you thought (thought) +So many cars and so many gold (gold) +I fucked up a lot (lot) +Broke up, my fault, remember the code (code) + +[Refrain: Jason Derulo] +Yeah! But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah +Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah +It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah +I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no +[Chorus: Yung Berg] +Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88) +How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it) +See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah) +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!) +Broke up with all my bitches +I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'm Weezy baby, no hard labor +I beat it up, I throw haymakers +And I ain't tryna be a heartbreaker +And that's word to the pacemakers +I'll shake her off like a salt shaker +If she ain't tryna be a team player +We could watch what we had go up in flames +That's cremation +I'm bein' patient when we embracin' +We just kick it 'til my knee in braces +But I close my eyes and start seein' faces +Of all the bitches that she replacin' +And my old hoes will be elated +To have the chance to be reinstated +And these new hoes will be elated +To have the chance to be my latest, and that's real +[Refrain: Jason Derulo & Lil Wayne] +Yeah! But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah (Tunechi) +Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah (Mula, baby!) +It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah +I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no (all these, fuck these hoes) + +[Chorus: Yung Berg & Lil Wayne] +Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88) +Man, fuck these hoes +How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it) +Fuck these hoes +See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +Fuck these hoes +How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah) +I just fucked these hoes +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I just fucked these hoes +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!) +I just fucked these hoes +Broke up with all my bitches +I just fucked these hoes +I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh) + +[Verse 3: Rick Ross] +Uh, uh, send sexy pics to my phone, big daddy wish he was home (that's right) +Bubbles in my jacuzzis (that's right) just like we did out in Rome (that's right) +Took her shoppin' for Loub' (that's right), said the Berkin was better (that's right) +Suitcases full of black dollars (that's right), you know I'm workin' for cheddar (that's right) +Versace shoes and the robes (that's right), and fuck the expensive clothes (that's right) +When she lay on her back (that's right), I try to suck out her soul (that's right) +Make her shakin' and shiver (that's right), all these wonderful trembles (that's right) +Oh no, I can't be your man (oh, no), I'm just that one to remember (that's right) +We had a hell of a time (that's right), you left in time just for church (that's right) +Pray that you please say a prayer (that's right) for all my dawgs who do dirt (amen) +Hit my phone if you need me (that's right), I'm at the drop of a needle (that's right) +Hatin' on your G-Wagon (that's right), tell 'em you just copped the sequel, that's right +Roll with a boss (that's right), Jason Dinero (that's right) +We took a stroll through the mall and she got the set of stilettos +I got 'em +[Refrain: Jason Derulo & Rick Ross] +Yeah! (M-M-M, that's right) +But I'm only gettin' richer, yeah +(M-M) +Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah +(Maybach Music) +It didn't shock me when she kissed her, yeah +I can't be trustin' all these hoes, no (M-M-M) + +[Chorus: Yung Berg] +Oh, we be gettin' money like it's '88 (like '88) +How many chains can my jeweler make? (You see it) +See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +How many hoes can a nigga take? (Woah) +Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches +I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!) +Broke up with all my bitches +I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sike[Intro] +[?] +Mack's in the building, yeah + +[Chorus] +It go 1, girl let's start this shit +2, just come and ride my dick +3, girl and you will see +4, how good this dick can be +Now 5, I love to do you right +6, just ride this dick all night +Said ooh girl, I love you so, sike +I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho + +[Verse 1] +I'm with a bad bitch, my homie got the ratchet on him +I think I love that purple rain like Prince love Apollonia +It's President Carter bitch, tell 'em I'm back in office +Young Mula, shout out Tez Poe and Macklidocious +Young Mula, shout out to goons and the staff and artists +Young Mula, shout out everyone in the family portrait +Whoo! Drizzy, you're killing 'em, these rappers garbage +Whoa! Nicki so memorable , her ass is gorgeous +And I was being literal, of course and +Shotty on me and it's visible, in darkness +It's awesome and radical all this shit radical, all this shit radical +Picked up a skateboard and now I'm a beast, I'm gnarly, I'm radical yeah +Pardon my attitude, I'm just an animal, I'm just an animal +I ain't know I'm all natural, I'm just a Hannibal, that's understandable whoo! +I'm just so valuable, check my intangibles, didn't read the manual +While me and your bitch sleep butt ass naked on the beach +Out in Malibu +[Chorus] +Ooh girl, I love you so +I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho +I said ooh girl, I love you so, sike! +I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho + +Now bitch I got game on you dog ass hoes +You will never catch me slipping 'cause my game is cold +I like to talk about you hoes in my rhyme +Now do that lick bitch and go the whole nine + +Let me shove this dick to the back of your throat +'Cause bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose +Let me shove this dick to the back of your throat +'Cause bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose + +[Verse 2] +My nigga T done roll another blunt +When I signed my first million, I puffed it up +I told my bitch buckle up, she asked me what was up +Shut up bitch and just get hard dick and bubblegum +Pussy niggas can't avoid this, we coming for 'em +We troublesome, we sipping poison our double cups +Chug it up, that purple punch hit me like uppercuts +That purple punch I love so much, I be like knuckle up +Thinking twice about nothing, confidence is key +Still ain't fucked J. Lo yet, optimistic me +Listen to my old shit thinking about some more shit +She just got out of rehab and she want is this throat dick +[Chorus] +1, girl let's start this shit +2, just come and ride my dick +3, girl and you will see +4, how good this dick can be +Now 5, I love to do you right +6, just ride this dick all night +Said ooh girl, I love you so, sike! +I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho + +[Outro Chorus] +Ooh girl, I love you so +I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho +Said ooh girl, I love you so, sike! +I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho +Let me shove this dick to the back of your throat +'Cause bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose +Bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose +Bitch I don't mind busting nuts through your nose +Ooh girl, I love you so, sike! +I don't give a fuck about a dog ass ho +No Ceilings1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s What Niggas Do[Intro: 2Pac Sample] +I'mma buy a Benz +Cause that's what niggas do +You understand me? +I'mma smoke weed +Cause that's what niggas do +I'mma pack a gat +Cause that's what niggas do +You understand me? +I'mma get drunk +Cause that's what niggas do +You understand me? +I'm not gon' change +Just cause a motherfucker's got money + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +They wanna lock me up +And throw away the key +I wanna pop 'em up +And throw away the heat +I don't play +And when I do, I play for keeps +I'm from the jungle +Where the lion eat the sheep +Yeah, Bubba just come home +From the penitentiary +When I see him +I'mma put him in a Bentley +Young Carter +What it is, what it isn't +Deep water +My sign say 'Gone fishing' +I'm a wizard +Poof, my top missing +Let the sky in +And tell the bitch kiss it +I sip Big Mo +I drank Pimp C +Never put the cup down +(Never put the cup down) +Bitch I'm from Uptown +I said Uptown +Well life's a nasty bitch +Ass bust down +Ask what now +And the answer never differs +Little Weezy +Is that nigga8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blow My Mind[Hook: Dre] +Thats what they saying when the play me and they hear me on the radio +Thats what they saying to me x3 + +[Verse 1: Dre] +When the remy's in the system, ain't no telling, will i fuck or will i diss em +Thats what they be yelling +Im a pimp by blood, not relation, ya'll be chasin and i replace em +You dont need me for nothing else my nigga + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +When the remy's in the system +Ain't no telling on the spot where ima kiss em +Thats why they be yelling +Im a damu blood, my relation, affiliation, soo woo nation +And since day one ive looked forward to 3, 4, 5 bitches in my porsche coupe +Yeah i be on that ass like a horses shoe +And if her religion is true we bout to visit the moon +Is you coming? + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Thats what they saying when the play me and they hear me on the radio +Thats what they saying to me +Thats what they saying to me +Thats what they telling me +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +When the remy's in the system +Ain't no question ima fuck em and diss em +Leave em never missing1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Weezy on RetirementWhen I would think about retiring +Uhh...I look at retirement like, I look at retiring like +You retire out when you die out +Straight up, cause you never retire out what you do +You never retire out of what you do +Meaning, if you put so much into--if what you do is your life, like mine +You know what I mean like, my career is my life +So I could never retire out, even when I stop rapping +I'm going to still be in some kind way or form or fashion in it +You know what I mean like +When I die there's going to be rappers at my funeral, hopefully +You know what I mean +But, you know what I mean that's just how it is +Or, y'all gonna remember that that was a rapper +But hopefully, I'll go down known for something different-- +Not different, but known for something else also, you know what I mean +But that's what I'm going to do, hopefully +I know what I'm going to do, I'm that nigga manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Name Is Leak JonesUhh slick diggy on my my one and two +So sweet what i did what a hunny do +No pun intendant, no one offended +You jump in and leave your girlfirend unattendant +I holla at her, holaa but dont scream +I ask her why sleep if you dont dream +So lets stay awake besides dreams are fake +She said oo you deep, i ask how deep can you take +My love boat in your lake +Baby can i spit my love note in your gate +Read em weep, sincerely fucking yours Weezy F. B +And my name is Weezy baby, and I'm young mulla baby +Okay now shawty high yellow shawty high crown +Shawty so grove +And so is my crown baby color me bad +Shawty toe red +And so is my flag +Purple in my bag +Black girls like datt +She ain't wana (she ain't wana) let wayne go +She jus wana wana follow the wayne grove +And i gun let her +Cause me and her colours create art +And my name is weeezy babyyy +And iam young mulla baby +I prefer that you would just call me weezy +East side gansta and i be running this shit +Like the flanker, black car banker +Hannker in the back pocket and i where them skinny jeans +So you see my fat wallet +Thats right ima big shot +Call me little cannon ball +Mister get up in your girl im all +Like sum imbecile +Hip hop president +And my girl eloquent +Dont she have more junk in her trunk +Than an elephant +Nigga im an animal +Watch me i examin you +And my truck are old but i swear to you my flannel? +Man i get money manual +Then i just mang you +Bitch ass nigga +Im guna light my lan roof +Young money1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +World on My Shoulders[Intro] +Olympicks +Uh +Yeah +Elz, what's poppin? Yeah +Shit, we got these niggas like white folks 500 years ago, man +Haha +Uh, let's go + +[Verse 1] +Long time coming, I can't feel my fuckin' face +Weezy on the track, murder was the fuckin' case +Me? I just be chillin' like a villain off a killing +I could have my goons clean you out like penicillin +I could paint the walls with yo' blood like acrylic +Chopper leave you with a half back, Corey Dillon +Michael Jackson, off the wall, Weezy, no ceilings +And bitch, I'm still ballin' like Bo Diddley +Yeah, let's do this shit, I do this shit +Scary movie on my hip, keep a extra movie clip +Weezy F. Baby, and tonight, the F for foolishness +Two pony tails, damn right, Punky Brewster, bitch +I'm sicker than your granny, take the baby, kill the nanny +Get a blind ho pregnant, she'll never see the baby daddy +I'm a addict, a addict for suck, swallow and slave +You pussy ass niggas got me turning in my grave +[Chorus] +I got the whole fuckin' world on my shoulders +And I got everybody breathing down my back +And I try to get high to get over +Now you can catch a nut or catch a contact +Yeah, I got the whole fuckin' world on my shoulders +And I got everybody breathing down my back +And I try to get high to get over +Now you can catch a nut or catch a contact +Yeah + +[Verse 2] +I don't give a shit ho, you can kiss my dick hole +Don't snort no shit, won't be no shit +But you can't tell that to this nose +Got the world on the end of my fish pole +Bad bitches at my dispose +Fuck you talking 'bout, bitch? I ain’t cold, I'm Nat King Cole +I unload, then I reload +Put the gun to your earlobe +I'll rob anybody, shit, I'll rob a Dinero +Shout out to my heroes, Mary Jane and [?] +I'm so swagged out, I put your head in her Louis bag +I'm off the wall, I'm off the motherfuckin' wall, y'all +I'll put a bitch through hell with gasoline drawers on +It's like my minds a parking lot, but all the cars gone +It said pussies get shot give me a hard on +Pause, some of these niggas is the laws +And some of these blood suckers need straws +Yeah, it's Weezy Baby, mothafucka +I'll D.O.A them motherfuckas, yeah +[Chorus] +I got the whole fuckin' world on my shoulders +And I got everybody breathing down my back +And I try to get high to get over +Now you can catch a nut or catch a contact +Yeah, I got the whole fuckin' world on my shoulders +And I got everybody breathing down my back +And I try to get high to get over +Bitch, you can catch a nut or catch a contact +Yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Understatement[Intro Chorus] +Dear I fear, we're facing a problem +You love me no longer, I know it +Just know I love you, just know I love you baby +And if it don't work out for some reason +"I tried" is an understatement +Just know I love you, you know I love you baby +And if it don't work out for some reason +It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always... +Just know I love you, you know I love you baby +And if it don't work out for some reason +"I tried" is an understatement +But just know I love you, you know I love you baby +And if it don't work out for some reason +It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always listening + +[Verse 1] +You always crying, boo-hooing and sniffing +Think I'm always lying bout that one and this one +You always inquiring, fall back, mind your business +'Cause you see me with her don't mean that I'm with her +It was one night, I don't even remember +You think about the bitch more than I do +She don't think about you more than I do +Now you go get some new nigga +He can pretend to be all that you want +I won't befriend you +I'll just begin to continue the process of trying to forget you +Love is so mental +I bet you thought that shit wouldn't even get to a nigga like me though +But I am no robot +I take my key out your body, your door knob +And then watch some new nigga come knock that door down +The tables go 'round, go 'round +You know how this shit gon' go down +Since you Misses Know It All, I'm Mr. Know How +I know how to keep keep relationships low profile +But you want be seen, you want be envied +You don't want love, you want an image +'Cause I put real love right there in your face +You treat it like a blemish +Stop trying to be pretty, if you don't know anything baby +[Chorus] +Just know I love you, just know I love you baby +And if it don't work out for some reason +"I tried" is an understatement +But just know I love you, you know I love you baby +If it don't work out for some reason +It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always listening + +[Verse 2] +We always bickering, Lord knows I'm sick of it +I can't continue this, I just want happiness +You just want benefits +How can I benefit from this whole situation when I'm limitless +When it comes to my feelings and my willingness +To blame your ignorance on an experience +Still take you serious, I'm such an idiot +I'm fucking risking it fucking with you girl, fucking with you girl +Should've know you was just something to do when there's nothing to do girl +Now you talking this shit 'bout my new girl, acting like a lil girl +You are now no longer in Wayne's world, welcome to the real world +I'ma just move on, you should just move on +It ain't about who right or who wrong +It's about living the type of life you want +No need for us to go back, there's no moon walking in this bitch +I tried too hard to make this shit work but it's too gone +So let's just be friends and bury the hatchet and read what it say on the tombstone +It says... +[Outro Chorus] +Just know I love you, just know I love you baby +And if it don't work out for some reason +"I tried" is an understatement +But just know I love you, you know I love you baby +If it don't work out for some reason +It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always... +Just know I love you, just know I love you baby +And if it don't work out for some reason +"I tried" is an understatement +But just know I love you, you know I love you baby +And if it don't work out for some reason +It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping and I'm always... +Just know I love you, just know I love you baby +Just know I love you, just know I love you baby +Just know I love you, just know I love you baby +And if it don't work out for some reason +It's probably your fault 'cause you always tripping... +And I'm always listening + +[Outro: The Cardigans Sample] +Dear, I fear we're facing a problem +You love me no longer, I know and +Maybe there is nothing that I can do +To make you do +Mama tells me...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Red BandanaLil Wayne Verse + +Fuck you talmbout +I can see these bitch niggas ain't got no futures like they palms out +& if these bitch ass niggas be on their bullshit pull their horns out +I gotta red bitch her name is Rose I pull her thorns out +We been doing this shit for way too long Young Money all day +This the winning team & I'm the coach bitch I just call plays +I live by the water in the big house with them tall gates +I'm the cash cow now watch me milk this shit like corn flakes +I don't give a shit about shit +If it ain't my shit that shit ain't shit shit ! +Keep that click click pow pow on the side, like a mistress +T-shirt whiter than, Hannah Montana with my +Red Chuck Taylors Skinny Jeans & my motherfuckin' RED BANDANA !1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Realized[Verse 1] +What? +What?! +Look- +Okay, let's cut the crap +I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap +I only stick with that cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack +And I'm quick to click and spit the gat +I be dipped in black +Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match +Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - Point niggas out +Cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out +The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the pump +You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front +I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump +So if I come, nigga, just save me a blade and a pump +I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow +Unlike no other, I'm real gutta like bad bowls +I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes +I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow +I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4 +The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow +Is that so? + +[Chorus] +I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog +That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all +If you don't get the hell when he swervin' by +That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die +[Verse 2] +Look +Which one of these niggas playin' with me? +I'mma strap up and slam his parent's street +When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats +I be damned if he get a chance to sleep +I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree +I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me +Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease +There has to be some explanation for this insanity +Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank) +Now give me the dank +Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank +What's your kid gonna think? +Come home and find your wig in the sink +I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti +For fifty G's I get ten ki's and straight out weight it +I lock my area down - you can ask these boys +They know Weezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys +Never catch me unattatched without them plastic toys +It get drastic, boy +Niggas that's askin' for it +Weezy, nigga +It's Weezy, nigga +Who? Weezy, nigga +It's Weezy, nigga +[Chorus] +I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog +That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all +And if you don't get the hell when he swervin' by +That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die + +[Verse 3] +I hope y'all niggas understand that I ain't playin' or jokin' +Bust shots, make you think the Grand Canyon open +Leave a busta bandana smokin' from hot hollows +Me and my niggas flip your coke, then cop hot hoes +Two pistols, desperado gun busta +Pump one under your chest and knock a lung from ya +Hung under them killers and duck the pigs +And all of our diamonds shine, and our trucks are big +And, nigga, I don't really care if I don't sell a million quick +Cause right now I'll quit and go and sell a million bricks +I sticks to what I love, and that's the street +And stay away from what I hate, and that's police +And I keep a trigga somewhere on me to start blowin' +And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart showin' +When we all knowin' that Weezy have never been fake +The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up your face +Who want this Weezy, nigga? Who want this Weezy, nigga? +Weezy, nigga; Lil Weezy, nigga +[Chorus] +Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog +That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all +Say, I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog +That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all + +[Outro] +It's Weezy, nigga - Lil Weezy, nigga +Don't tangle it, nigga +It's time to step down, ya heards me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Favorite Things[Hook:] +Hoops, cars, big trucks +We ride rims that keep spinning (uh huh) +We stay so fly bandanas and cush linen (uh huh) +Chain swing, pinky ring, diamond things we ain't playing (come on) +These are a few of are favorite things, yeah! + +[Juelz Santana:] +Now I get flyer then most do (yeah) +Higher den most do (yeah) +G4's or better how I fly through the coastal (yeah) +I'm live with the toast dude I'm liable to approach you +Like hi, then bye and I will just roast you +My dudes all the same here, we shoot off and bang here +Red dot your nose like you was Rudolph the Reindeer +I'm fast when I race cars, I smash and I scrape cars +Love candy paint, but still keep my factory paint job (yup yup yup) +I'm a mack and I play hard +Choose a bitch scoop a bitch then back to the playyard (yeah) +Like hey ya hey ma open ya mouth wide put your head down there +Respect me I'm a pimp 'round here +Our doors go up on our whips round here +Cause these are a few of are favorite things (yeah) +We drive + +[Hook] +[Lil Wayne:] +Weezy fucking baby nigga +Pardon me I'm stunting, Tha Carter, yeah I'm young and +Audemars runnin off body temperatures look at you +Looking all shook up, I'm a fly nigga rock my chain when I cook up +Evisu getting took up, Cavallis in the cleaners +Pirellis on the Beamer, I swear that bitch hotter than the bullets in the Nina +You talking to a fever, nigga get your heat up +And I'm a dirty south boy, nigga get your teet up +I hit like Roy not Jones but Williams +Finding me a Kelly make some destiny children +The recipe is Cristal and sizzurp +Call that Crizzurp, get that from Killer +Cam that's my man, and Juelz that's my nigga +Dip-dipset Young Money where the dessert? +Nah where the desert? +It's right up in that May', bitch, under that Corinthian leather +Holla back, nigga + +[Hook] + +[Juelz Santana:] +We riding big, yo (yeah), we driving big, yo, (yeah) +Stash box in the car we hiding big blow +Ask Joc (yeah yeah) even the kids know (yeah yeah yeah yeah) +That I'm the shit, yo (yeah) +I ride more chrome, I rock more stones +I got 4 scones, and I ain't talking cookies nigga +I'm talking cash that last ('til when?) +'Til the day that you pass +I'm talking true facts, I'm talking true stacks +Coupes black, coupes that come with the roof back +Chasing big dough (yeah) making big dough (yeah) +That what we live for, get a grip ho +That how we stroll down here, that's how we roll down here +Spectacular chrome down here, that's how it go down here +Cause these are a few of our favorite things +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +B.M. J.R. II{Verse 1} +Yeah +When you see me in the driz I come probably on the humble +The street keep callin I gotta change my number +I'm a thunderstorm I wet shirts +Plus I'm right up in the Gulf so it can worse +Put my white up in her bra, and my burner in her purse +She get right past the law, shit we might smash tomorrow +And if there's nice cash involved I'm right there with y'all +Cash Money Records nigga, Life After Raw +Captian hard I got that hard white +Shit look marble under certain light +Who that IS?... +Weezy F. Baby ho word it right +Homie spit cool bars like Klondike +My 9 right here....I ain't lyin +He can stop the track and let me shoot one time if you don't believe me +I'm so nasty how I did them Carmelo Anthony's with the jewelry to match it... +Look like a mural on my chest +Two or three chains I plural the best +Yes...and fresh is how I'm dressed +Floss on a rack, Lacoste on my set +The easy pair of Pradas, the mean three quarters +You know the ankle lengths, no socks wit them... +Aye Stunna, them niggas better pack up +Tell em that your son be out front with backup +Bitch back up + +{Verse 2} +And I am, feeling like a million dollars +No, really like a billion dollars +Curt Schilling how I pitch the powder, in a mist of riders +Still sending kites to lifers +I feel like my ice the brightest +Why I feel like my Nikes the whitest? +Young nigga tuned up like Midas +I'm ill like hepatitis, we appeal when they extradite us +Take death to fighters +And even that won't bite us nigga that don't move us +Our backs is glued up we too stuck +And you ask why my bitch stuck up? +Blood, she got crack up her butt +I back up the truck like Sonny in Bronx Tale +Or Gotti in Southside, highly intoxide, That high +Ridin on the Wildside, our side +Tell the law that I'm in a 300 Thou ride +Fuck around and my seats be cow-hide +I'm so country, my flow husky +Repo Man, faget you owe something +He must not know the repocussions +We so struggling like we po' +Cause ain't enough dough to get us equal with the white people +That's what you need to know +And I'ma tell you why you need to vote +Cause that muhfucka need to go, it's that simple2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro (D1)[Lil Wayne] +Ayo, what's really good? What's really hood? It's that nigga Weezy F. Baby, man. This right here is the motherfucking mixtape. Nah what I mean? The Dedication, nigga. Gangsta Grillz. Long-awaited, man. Weezy and Drama. Y'all already know, man. We done finally hooked up. I hooked up with dude, man, and we about to make history. Hope you motherfuckers enjoy this shit. Hope y'all love it man. Me, my nigga Drama, my Young Money clique. Nah mean? +The Aphilliates, and so much is +This album right here, man, it's a dedication. We call this a dedication 'cause we dedicating this to everybody around the world, man, everybody who could relate around the world, especially this is a dedication to the fallen soldiers and speaking of the fallen soldiers, we must say that this is a dedication to my homeboy Soulja Slim. Nah mean? This whole function, this whole thing is dedication to every nigga that lost their life, every nigga that can't live their life the way they want to live it, every nigga that's doing life a something behind their bar +Nah mean? Everything is everything. We gonna do it for y'all, we gon' also do it for us and we gon' do it cause we need to do it. Nah mean? It need to be done +Young Money in this motherfucker Squad UpEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So Many Places[Chorus/Intro] +Fee, Cee Cee, Wayne here So, Rog' get ya bags man I'm skatin' man +I don't need no bags my bitch got clothes waitin on me +Where we goin' +Okay, yeah +(Travelin.......) +I'm travelin' through people +(I've been so many places) +Yes I have up and down, here and there +There and here, down and up(haha) +(In the Eaaaasst) +All the way to the east coooast +(Weeeessttt) +All the way to the west side +(Nooooorthhh) +Haha up north holla north and south and the east +(North and South and the Eaaaassst) +That my part right there +(Weeeeeessst) +Yeaaah come on people we movin' +(Noooorth) +Yeah that my part people sang it with me +North and south and.. + +[Verse 1] +Catch me departin' from New Orleans out the first class department +Seat back screw driver out the glass I'm gulpin' +Leavin' the gulf and +Headed to the west side +LAX Cali sex be the best right? +So they say so I go +So let's see, flew my 64 with me +Sunsest notice me, Whaddup? +Holla at Grape Street hit the hood up +There in the Denali and I breeze through the valley +But it's breezy in the valley +Blew 50 on the Lakers then I made the 50 back +Next day I was in vegas just +Ballin' up the strip me and some legal prostitution +Stop hatin' on a pimp the new Young Wayne Newton so +Go to Oakland where I mostly be smokin' +Got a bitch in San Francisco where she mostly be locin' so +Tomorrow I'm east coastin' yes I am +Baby just be there when I land, So many places +[Chorus] +We just traveling people..... That's all +(I've been so many places) +So many places, here and there, up and down, down and up +There and here, (haha) +(In the Eaaaasst) +In the east people +(Weeeessttt) +All the way to the west side +(Nooooorthhh) +Up north holla north and south and the east +(North and South and the Eaaaassst) +Yall know thats my part right there (right there) +(Weeeeeessst) +And I'm so jiggy man (jiggy man) +(Noooorth) +North and south...... + + +[Verse 2] +That's terrorist so I gotta P jet it +Plus when I fly commercial I'm selected +My east coast nigga got that hersey I'm connected +On speed boats straight from Albuquerque I'm connected +Drop down in jersey, drive to Manhattan +Cop a few jerseys out the Bronx outta Sammy's +Then I tell the driver hit 5th Ave for my darling +Tell my driver drop me and the homies down in Harlem +Mommy on, 145th say she dyked out +Well get it while the gettins' good cause tonight I'm out on to +Beamtown, bet I'm Celtic green down +Hit the chicken wing spot hood rats scream now(oooo) +Out to Illidelphia for romancin' but +My muslim ho fastin' so I +Go to B-More be more nasty +And she be there when I land (haha) +[Chorus] +I'm traveling.... That's all (thats all) +(I've been so many places) +So many places, up and down, here and there, there and here down and up (haha) +(In the Eaaaasst) +In the east people +(Weeeessttt) +The west side +(Nooooorthhh) +Up north holla north and south and the east +(North and South and the Eaaaassst) +Haha +(Weeeeeessst) +Fucka! Westside!! +(Noooorth) +North and south.... + + +[Verse 3] +I, Pop up in St. Thomas, Or Nassau, Bahamas +The cats off the rockers, I promise +Cancun know about ya man Tune +Got ya bitch in the telephone the La Boom, yeah +Then I mosey on down to the Lou +Cashville, Memph-Ten, ATL for my boo (holla) +Then I get on the bus and meet my crew +Tell the driver do 102 to the Boot (I'm home) +[Chorus]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Miami FreestyleI know these girls names... +Hold up, hold up +Hold up, hold up, yeaah hold up (?) + +Let me tell you about maria, she let me high, Aalyah +Thank God I ain't blind, I fuck her every time I see her +Smoke a blunt and fuck Aalyah, i don't know, i miss my coke +And get a beer from Sophia, You probably in that area +I know a bitch named Dominique, She live here by the beach +Her pussy get wet when you kiss her on the cheek +Used to fuck her every week, but now We don't speak +Cause I fuck her best friend, Angelina, she got a face +Like a Appleonia, her body like a lollipop +She rode me like a Horse + +....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How To Love Spanish[Intro - lil wayne] +Cut the music up +A lil' louder +Yeah + +[Chorus - lil wayne] +You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love +You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever +Now you in the corner tryna put it together +How to love, how to love + +[Hook - lil wayne] +For a second you were here, now you over there +It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body +Like you never had a love, never had love + +[Verse 1 - lil wayne] +When you was just a young'un, your looks were so precious +But now your grown up, so fly it's like a blessing +But you can't have a man look at you for 5 seconds +Without you being insecure +You never credit yourself so when you got older +It's seems like you came back 10 times over +Now you're sitting here in this damn corner +Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder +[Chorus - lil wayne] +See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love + +Enrique: +Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios +Me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar? +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado +Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar? +Te acuerdas de esa noche eramos adolescentes queria darte un beso +Y tu tan inocente me tenias locamente enamorado, me tenias locamente enamorado +Y ya lo ves, lo que fue ya fue te marchaste poco a poco de mi lado y yo sigo locamente enamorado aqui sigo locamente enamorado +Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar? +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar + +[Verse 3 - lil wayne] +Ooohh, see I just want you to know +That you deserve the best +You're beautiful +You're beautiful +Yeahh +And I want you to know +You're far from the usual +Far from the usual +[Chorus - lil wayne] +How to love +You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love + +Enrique +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado +Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar? + +See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love + +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado +Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pussy MVP[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +You gonna love me, baby! + +Fresh checkerboard Vans and a T-shirt +And it's going down but she first +My flow sweet, make my teeth hurt +I spit ice cream bars, that's dessert +To me there's no such thing as a G-1st +Yea, my feature price high like a mink purse +I smoke a whole reef of the reefer +Drugs are bad but I beg to defer, sir +I just take a look at her face +So she can see that +My shades are Versace and she purr +Cause I'm a cool cat per say +So I give her my life and now I got eight, word +She asked me to go over her place, I said sure +She said shes been horny all day, I got the cure +I'm on her like turf +Now bring that ass, bring that ass +Bring that ass hurr, ya digg? +I, I, I don't know that you been told +But I can tell you something 'bout me +I smoke weed, I drink and I roll +Now is you fucking with me +Now I can't tell you shit 'bout the next man +But he ain't got nothing on me +Cause after a pill and half and a shot of Patrón +I'm a pussy MVPEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nothin’ FreestyleUh oh, I got us + + +Weezy baby, sleepy Mercedez +Six that maybe, get that navy +Get the baby, big fat ladies +Gimmie a break like kit kat ladies +Game I kick that daily, the reason why ya bytch act crazy +Ay, I'm the nigga that ya bytch act crazy +You betta fix that lady, you hit that lately, I get that baby +The boy is a mack, she like dick all in her back, and she call me 4 that +Cause i spoil her wit that +And right up in her mouth is where my spalding is at +I'm a mu'fuckin' P.I.M.P, 3 dimes with me +I bow...to never let a biatch get me +And never have my pockets empty +Never forget Pac and Biggie +I'm a gangsta baby, 1-2-3 eighty +SQ'in baby, Sqalla back at cha squadron +Gotta gat for them boyz and +Holla back at cha boy bitch +Holla back at cha boy biitttch! +I pass up the block in the toy quick +I got the toy dipped +The toy sit...on them big boy lips +Hittin' like Roy Jones Jr +Fuckin' with the Birdman Jr +I know you heard what i do to you +Leave ya body on the curve wit like two thru you +Anybody got the nerves then its your broad +I'm so high off the herbs, so its your call +I'm a stand by my wordz, I'm a young dog +Lead come out, head come off +The red come out, then ya bedz hauled off +Fee I got us! +I spit the shit that kill the people +Still a peep squeak, but my game cock diseal +Flow is overgrown, you not legal +I be the East land legzal +Shut ya trap, SQAD UP daddy that'z a wrap +When we come we be extra strapped +When it make ya brain touch the crack +Check my gesture, I'm just the mack +And i know how adjust to stretch the crack +Turn 1 and 2 in the quarter just like that! +And i tbust my gat just like that +Fee i'm a leave it just like that +Okay, okay +I say ay, i say +S-Q-A-D S-H-I-T +FEE +Ya gotta feel ya boy +It's our yearEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tha Blues[Verse 1] +Come on, come on +Come on, come on, come on, come on +Ain't nothin' nice or sweet (Huh?) +They don't even much understand this (Uh-uh) +Look- +Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's +Forty-fours under my clothes, I'm drunk and blowed +And I done told them boys if they play I dump their mothers +Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters +I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba +For the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer +Stumblin' from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay +And make me run in your place and take your pops away +See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay +So I can get it understood and have you chopped today +And not to say I could even hit your block and spray +And try to knock all the bone structure out your face +Stick a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet +Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig +The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all +Young or old, nigga, big or small +Ain't nothin' nice + +[Chorus] +Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid +Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid +And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools +And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues +[Verse 2] +Look- +Now we all do dumb things +Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em +I'll murder his father right in front of him +None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout +Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop out +I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples +Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces +See me just off the meters +Don't leave without the heaters +Believe this, my nina's got more shelves than Adidas +You see the slick jackin', believe it's Glocks and millimeters +Run up on your family and pop your senioritas +A lot of Hennessy, just twist that lil' baby +Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby +This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy +Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me +Seventeen Carollton, mess with me, I bury one +Three-eighty, I carry one +Come to kill up everyone +What! + +[Chorus] +Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid +Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid +And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools +And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues +[Verse 3] +Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Weezy cock +And niggas be like Q-Tip cause they breathe and stop +Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat +Until I die apple and Eagle that be's the block +And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot +And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop +I grease the Glock, the scope with the beam and dot +And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots +Follow me, everybody in the family die sourly +Niggas drop hourly ruinin' your economy +Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me +Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me +I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman +Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men +A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire +Ride around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house + +[Chorus] +Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid +Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid +And in the van there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools +And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Good (Remix)[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +I'm so fucking awesome – my marbles, I lost ‘em +I'm taking everything – everything but precaution +Your bitches wanna call us, and text us like Austin +Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous +I've been on my feet since the day I started walking +Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin +See coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction +Bullets got a nigga runnin' fast enough to race horses +‘Round here, you sniff these lines, you don't cross ‘em +Kill your ass and leave you behind, like an orphan +I swear it happens all the time, very often +Still gettin' baseball money, Barry Larkin +‘Round here we play for keeps, yeah we eatin' but we starvin' +I get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine +I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered +Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer +I'm good + +[Verse 2: Meek Mill] +I say, I go in in my beast mode – rappin' niggas I eat those +I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend her knees like a free throw +I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes +In my bedroom, I'll make a movie, it's starring me with that Lee Rose +I ball hard like D-rose, my stash on closet +Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit +Got racks on my conscious, money on my mind +I've got shooters on my team, they've got bodies on their nines +Look at that bad bitch right there – see that body on that dime? +I ain't swimming in no hoe, you know I'm probably on that grind +All these niggas hatin' on me, me – but I ain't on that time, time +I be in that back, nigga, and I ain't talkin' 'bout swine +I'm talkin' 62 West, they say a nigga too fresh +You a rat, your homie singing, you should do a duet +Shorty say she love my swag, I make that pussy too wet +You niggas banned, and my hoes, and I'm like "why'd they do that? " +Go! +[Verse 3] +Um, I don't have a conscious – all my friends are monsters +They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense +Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing +Bitch, deuce-deuce – I smoke that OG killer, Bobby Johnson +I'll ollie over that bitch's head, it's Hollygrove 'til I'm fuckin' dead +I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with me, I'll treat you like buttered bread +But I still go hard with no regard – Earth Day? Shit, bitch, go to Mars +Leave a nigga dead in the gutter +I just beat him with a bloody-ass bowling ball +I'm fresh as hand sanitizer – don't hate the game, just analyze it +Two Xanax, I'm fantasizing about fat bitches' panty sizes +Took a bullet to the chest? Be a man about it +Stop actin' like a little bitch, nigga +Most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas +I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger +My hair long and my dick big +My hair long and my dick big +My hair long and my dick big +My money long and my weed strong +I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee +I pull that freedom off my waist, now watch me let freedom ring (ding)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fly Talkin’Ladies and Gentleman +We've got a young man tonight that started out with Cash Money +And gonna finish with Cash Money +Ya'll know him as Lil Weezy +Off the Heezy, Fo Sheezy +Better believe me +And he is, Birdman Junior +500, 500, 500, Degreez, please +Ain't that some lovely shit? Bitch +Keep coughin, he cough too much +Wipe em down, I wipe em down +It's 500 motherfucker + +I tell you, this summer is on lockdown +Handlin' business, taking care of baby mammas +Takin' care of bustas, takin' care of pimps + +I love them hoes, I love them hoes +I pimp a bitch, 500 Degreez niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Signees To Young MoneyMan, are there new signees to Young Money? +Uhhm, yeah there are +Uhhm, you know you got, uhm Chanel West Coast +Pj Morton, junior +Uhhm, Austin Mahone +You heard me +We got NaeNae and LoLo, they gon’ kill it +Whatever they do, they gon’ kill it +Shout out my daughter, shout out lil LoLo +I know how y'all do +Y'all stay turned, ya dig? +I can’t forget about my daughter, my beautiful daughter +Her future is bright, I'mma make sure that +Speaking of new signees +Christina Milian, to Young Money +And we got uhhm +Lil Eureka Franklin (laugh) Eufradis (laugh) +Nah, we got a new lil cat name Euro +But his real name is Eufradis (laugh) +So, we call him Eureka Franklin +You heard me, or Eurpatti LaBelle +You heard me +So, either one of them you can rock with, you heard me? +As a matter of fact, a-one, a-two +A-one, two, three, four +[Wayne singing] +This is not a love song +This is a you song +And I’m talking to you +Eureka Franklin +Me oh miya +Eureka Franklin +Me oh miyaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fireman (Original Version)[Intro] +Weezy Baby +Shhhhh... The Fireman coming! +That's right! Hey! +Haha! Hey, the Fireman, bitch! That's right! +Ayy, Birdman! Tell them motherfuckers they gon' have to call... +[...] + +[Hook] +I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman +Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire, come and try me and (I got 'em) +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out (I got 'em) +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out + +[Verse 1] +Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man +He-man, ski mask, spending next week's cash, he fast +And I'm real, fuck a G pass, I'm past that +I'm passing 'em out now, and you can't have that +And my chain, Toucan Sam that +Tropical colors, you can't match that (Nah), gotta be abstract +You catch my bitch legs open, better smash that +Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at +I see she wearing them jeans that show her asscrack (Ayy) +My hoes can't wear that, why? That's where my crack at +I put my mack down, that's where you lack at (Yeah) +She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'ma wax that +I rekindled the flame (Ya know), she remember the name (Ya know) +It's hard dick, January to December the same +Now, bitch, give me some brain, bitch, give me some good +Ho, I'm the fireman, you hear the fire truck +[Hook] +I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman +Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire, come and try me and (Filthy) +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out + +[Verse 2] +Now, man, I hate a old fake-ass nigga +The chrome black eight is my brake-pad, nigga +They look me in my face and say "Amen," nigga +Looking like they done seen a dead man get up +The red bandizzle, representing red hot +Uptown Pep bizzle, shout out to B.Gizzle (Okay) +I hustle in the drizzle 'round my way, that's the drought +So holler at your boy without opening your mouth (Ya know) +'Cause that's the G-Code and that's all that I'm about +You die if you go against it, so I'ma live it out +I ain't got to pay for maintenance, what ain't broke, I don't break it +But I don't mend rules, unless I make 'em +And yes I take it, you niggas is getting sicker +You bitches coming, I'm taking about, please say the Baby (Ha) +Ha! Hollygrove where I come from (Ya know) +So that explains all that humbug, bitch + +[Hook] +I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman +Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire, come and try me and +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out (Yeah, yeah) +[Verse 3] +It ain't no secret, I know paper (Yep) +You got stacks, I got cake, that's dough by the layer +Shit, I seen it all through my Bottegas (Yeah) +Aviators, so Darth Vader, tshhh... +That's the sound of the Dutchie, no flavor when it blaze up +Lil Weezy Baby, so hazed up (So high) +Caged up behind a million bars of flame +Still make a million of these bars the same (What else?) +Ya'll bars to blame (Why), why I bought the thang +Long body, motherfucker, bring that short back, man +You cased out, Phantom, riding with a tandem (Yeah) +For now, 'cause after tonight, I can't stand 'em +Your child may sometimes think that I'm Santa (Yeah) +My style, the white Air Forces, red canvas +Tadoww! Yeah, DVLP on the beat +And me, I just come with the heat! I'm the motherfucking... + +[Hook] +I'm the Fireman, fire, F-Fireman +Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire come and try me and +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out +You can spark it up and I'mma put you out + +[Outro] +Yeah +C2, C2, C2, C2, C— +You can't see me, but I see you +And I see you, Lord! +I-I-I-I got 'em +I-I-I-I-I got 'em +Aye, aye P, I got 'em +Aye, aye B, I got 'em +Aye, aye D, I got 'em +Aye, aye Boo, I got 'em +Aye, aye Spitta, I got 'em +Aye, Raw Dizzy, I got 'emEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Like It[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I sit here alone everyday +Everyday at my window, my living room window +Thinkin' 'bout you +I watch the kids as they play +What happened to Nintendo? Where did it go? +No time for video games, no time for SEGA +Oh no, but I'm in space +I don't know if it is this girl face +Or how she taste, but I like it + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] (x2) +(Good God) +I don't know, I don't know, I don't know +I don't know what I got myself into + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +But I like it, ooh I like it +When you doin' it, how I like it +So keep doin' it, how I like it +Cause I like it, ooh I like it + +[Verse 2: Boo] +I like sex in the mornin', I like sex at night +I like sex on the weekends, is that alright? +Alright, alright, all night, alright? +Come on, I got shampoo chilled +Took off her dress but kept on the heels +Damn baby, you so exotic +Holler my name loud when I'm inside it +No shame, I ate her pride +Tickled the pearl tongue and came up smilin' +Two dips a dip, and now we ridin' +Bed to the sink, sink to the shower +Back to the sink, back to the bed +It's 3:45, now I'm gettin' some head +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I get cold, I get goosebumps +And I head out the door, that's similar to her name +I'm so cold, but with her, all alone +I'm so high, I'm nearly hittin' the flame +She told me her name is Crazy +And I said "Hi, they call me Insane" +Crazy and Insane is so high up in the tree +F.U.C.K.I.N.G + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +I don't know, I don't know, I don't know +I don't know, I don't know what I will do +I guess I, I guess I, would just die +Go to Heaven and wait on you + +[Verse 4: Mack Maine] +Ooh, I think I like you +If you was a poem, I would recite you +The bed could be our ring, I wanna fight you +Put my key in your ignition, let me ignite you +The cops keep comin', the cops keep comin' +To my front door like I'm trynna do somethin' +They don't understand that I'm involved with a woman +That love to make noise when she feel it in her stomach +I'mma have to talk to the neighbors +Matter of fact, let me take a walk by the neighbors +I don't know what the hell wrong with the neighbors +And what they expect when an animal is matin' +Knock on the door, like chicky-chicky-check it +Life is a party, don't ricky-ricky-wreck it +Y'all will call the cops and report a domestic +When I'm just trynna kill a problem called erection +Head in the coupe, call it sex on wheels +I'm a big dude, I treat sex like meals +She ride me for breakfast, I'm on top for lunch +And behind her for dinner, for dessert she say "yum" +[Verse 5: Lil Wayne] +I sit here alone everyday +Everyday, everyday in living room window +I watch the kids as they play +What happened to Nintendo? +No time for video games, no sir +No time, no time for SEGA +I don't know, I don't know, I don't know +I don't know what I got myself into +But I like her, I like her, I like her +And if she leave, I don't know what I'll do +I do know, I'd go to Heaven +And darlin' I'mma wait on you + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I like it (Say what?) +I like it (Say what?) +(Say what?) +Yeah, baby +She likes it +She likes it +She likes it +I'm a R.O.C.K.S.T.A.R +Young Mula, baby +She likes it +And she likes it +Cause I do me, how she likes it +I'mma do me, how she likes it +She know I do her, how she likes it +I'mma make a movie +I'mma make a movie +I'mma make a movie +I'mma make a love +I'mma make a love movie +I'mma make a movieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Good Poison (Demo)[Chorus: Mikky Ekko] +A sorry's not easy to change +When the love you know slips away +But all I know is that too much is not enough +And that's why you the one I hold onto +Good poison love +Ahh-ahh-ahh + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Chorus: Mikky Ekko] +A sorry's not easy to change +When the love you know slips away +But all I know is that too much is not enough +And that's why you the one I hold onto +Good poison love +Ahh-ahh-ahh + +[Instrumental Break] + +[Chorus: Mikky Ekko] +A sorry's not easy to change +When the love you know slips away +But all I know is that too much is not enough +And that's why you the one I hold onto +Good poison love +Ahh-ahh-ahh1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nike BootsWale and Lil Wayne: +I'm just doin what I gotta do +Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots +(Wayne: Yea, Nike Boots Remix, Haha) +Flyer then the rest of them (2x) +Fly flyer then the rest of them(Wayne: Yeaaa DMV!) +Still got my nike boots +Flyer then the rest of them (Wayne: yeah) (2x) +Fly flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots +You heard the previous (Wayne: Yea!) +Here go the remix +You got 'Le here and Lil Weezy +We got the keys to the city DMV here +Wale! +[Wale:] +It's the return of the ambassador heard u bammas sassin +Now I'm laughin' cuz i'm passin ya +Yea +And 'Bamas rap but, they lack the passion for it +They lack the vision young Folarin now can labrador em +I reel them in, Goadomes on +See i'm on my Scott Storch stayin' clear of Timbalands (yea) +A beat clubber no thug but the street love em +Why be them but it appears like we brothers +And peace Harlem and the Dipset phenomenon +D.C got ya, we got 'em like you got em on +Yea, my fan base pilin on... +Yea, my haters need Tylenol +And by the way I seen the iTunes hatin', I think it's more racist then ratings +Anyways give it up the capital of the nation +With weapons similar, to dry grapes +Or babies and raisins (BAM) +Chorus: +Flyer then the rest of them (2x) +Fl-flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots (did that sound tough enough?) +Flyer then the rest of them (2x) +(Nana, Nana, Nana) +Fl-flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots +You heard the previous +Here go the remix +You got 'le here and Lil Weezy +We got the keys to the city (you ready Lil Wayne?) +DMV here, here, here... +Wale! (holla at em) +Lil Wayne: +If its bullshit you want, bullshit I shall (yea) +Ima kick it off and go heads and tales +Red lobster everyday shrimp heads and tails (ha) +And bad bitches give me head and tail +And bad bitches give me head and tell +See i'm ahead but u stay the snail +I move they see the back of my nikes +Got to the end of the tunnel +And i was the light (aha) +Always strapped so I was alright +Naked woman rub my back +And ask me how was my night +I say- bitch stay out of my business! +When we fuck she say +Just stay out of kidneys! +I say, dont say it if Simon didn't +And America idolize a nigga (haha) +But they better, 'cuz bitch I'm me (ha) +And you are you, too, but bitch im three! +I be... +Chorus: +Flyer then the rest of them (2x) +Fly flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots +Flyer then the rest of them (yeah) (2x) +Fly flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots +(yea) +You heard the previous (yea) +There goes the remix(yea) +You got me here +And Lil Weezy (ha!) +We got the keys to the city DMV +Here, here, here.. +[Wale:] +I got em' +The revolution has arrived +Luchador like I've been masked +But still remain fly +Thats flyer then the wrestler, you don't want to mess with young Rey Mysterio mixed with Chavo Guerrero (yup!) +Flyer then the rest of them, make them all remember me +Make em all similar to the mind of an elephant +Mine wreaks excellence, y'all wreaks estrogen +Everybody know me like the Contra code for extra men +Beyond the extremities of everyone or anyone, train of thought runnin' like its Kenny and I carry on +Been in more beef then ceriums I bury em +Always next to madness like Kenyon, I carry on +Flyer then the rest, I told you I'm the 'ish +Watch me exercise my excrement +While sending messengers +DMV's messenger +Love it so I'm reppin' it +Hail to the 'Skins +Rest in peace, Sean Taylor +1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +U Don’t Know Weezy[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I get high, high, high, high +Word + +[Verse 1:Lil Wayne] +I do this when I wanna, mama +I hustle when it;s hotter, money, gun, weed, and a water bottle +I'm the coolest in the sauna mama +I ain't sweating it, I'm betting it, I'll make it back tomorrow, Mama +I got corner honor, ain't been to court since 2004 +Looks like I got it going, your honor +I'm a lone rider, grind for my own dollars +They was in front, but I'm blowing by 'em, [?] +I'm on hoes like cornrows, open toes +Fake titties, yes, I bought both of those +Hold your nose, I'm the shit, can't be flushed +I got the toilet stopped up, call the plumber up +My stomach stuffed—that's right, I'm eating +I smoke the best weed, look like I'm sleeping +Cook it by this evening, off it by the morning +Professional dope boy, my office is The Carter + +[Sample] +You don't know what you're doing + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yes, I do, and I do it better than most +My competitive drive knock a nigga off the road, yeah +Lock and load, pull the triggers and roll, yeah +The bigger your mouth, the bigger the hole, yeah +We figured 'em out, them niggas is hoes +Yeah, they lawn chairs, baby, quicker to fold +But me—I'm quick on my toes, I remember the code +You need a pass for the hood, watch me get through the tolls, shit +I been through the cold, I shot through the fire +Still rock too much ice, should've got you a visor +I pull up, the bitches flock and admire +Fresh, like I just stepped out of a dryer +Yes! No fret, I got the lock of a lion +It's Eagle Street, ho, the whole block is behind me, yeah +Stay low, the cops is spying +But they could never figure out the rocket science +No pocket knife, no pocket iron, yeah +Pots and pans make the pockets wider +Dig 'em a hole, let the property hide 'em +Build a house and throw a party over your dead body +Never said I'll never fail, but never dropped an assignment +Gotta finish what you start or the cops'll find it +Dinner in the park, yeah, may seem cool +But me—I'd rather not let them see my food +I'm staying strapped like Fila shoes +Bet I bust the motherfucker 'til the enemy move, c'mon! +It's my game, nigga, get in and lose +Y'all niggas never do what I do, I do me! +[Sample] +You don't know what you're doingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Push (feat. Enrique Iglesias)Fly boy yeah right +Hey mama they call me Weezy +You should be with me I gotta pocket of full of reasons +Baby I can bless you when you ain't even sneezing +I'll be at your rescue you don't even need me +I can have you dreaming when you even sleeping +Mama I can help you get off like the weekend +She said she wanna do it to the new Enrique +I pop the disc in and put the song on replay +And then she backed it up like replay + +When you need it +Girl I try to hide it +But I can't escape it, oh baby +Please forgive me +When I think of you my thoughts are so x-rated, oh baby +Baby I don't give a damn +I know that your man's nowhere in sight +Our eyes don't tell a lie +I know you wanna come with me tonight +And I say alright +First you gotta + +[Chorus] +Push push back upon it (Girl) +Make me believe you want it +Push push back upon it (Girl) +Well I can go all mornin' +Push push back upon it (Girl) +Go ahead lay it on it +Don't stop until the mornin' (Girl) +Just keep pushing back on it +Oh yeah you know it (Do you need me) +You know it (Will you please me) +You know it (Will you tease me) +You know it + +Baby I +I'm the kinda guy that don't get real excited +Oh baby + +When you have +When you have you're private party +I you hope that I'm invited, oh baby +Baby I don't give a damn +I know that your man's nowhere in sight, oh oh +And your eyes don't tell a lie +I know you wanna come with me tonight +And I see you right +First you gotta + +[Chorus] +After you bag it up just stop +No drop it like it's hot, no pop it like a Glock +No stop it like a watch, now move it like clockwork +Your body is screamin' and your booty is an outburst +She wanna do it, do it with no delay +I told her I could run it, run it just like relay +'Cause I'm cool +Just like the breeze-way now pushin' like salt and p-e-p-p-a +[Chorus: x2] +Push push girl +Mr. Morales +Push push girl +Push push girl +Push pushEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money In My Pocket Remix[Short Dawg - Hook] +See, see I'm steppin' out froze +Louie on my toes +All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Now my stacks don't fold +I got too much to hold +All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole + +Now holla for a dollar, act strange for the change +Thats my nigga Gudda Gudda, yeah he came in the Range +My homie, Mack Maine with the shades and the chains + +And me I'm so fly, I swear I came in a plane, landed in a lot +Smooth like grease, laughing at the pop, you should chews like teeth? +Fresh outfit boy, came to shut it down +And it's only gon be worn once, like a wedding gown +Somebody tell the town Short Dawgs in the annex +Pistol on my hip and I pop it like Xanex +Got them niggas trippin cause we got the hoes drippin' + +You see I'm ballin' like Jordan you just a Scottie Pippen +Catch you slipping, then you better go and get ya boys +I get em work, my money longer than extension cords +Tell them runts I got some game I can sell 'em +I walk up on her, while she with them lames and I tell her +[HOOK] +See, see I'm steppin' out froze +Louie on my toes +All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Now my stacks don't fold +I got too much to hold +All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole + +[WAYNE] +Tunechi in this bitch, fresh watch me do it +Bitches know I ball, I go HAM, Cam Newton +Shorty on the pill, get this hoe some fluids +And if that bitch bad, I put her on my todo list +See I step up in this bitch like a gamma, get ya camera's + +Money on the table bitch, respect my table manners +Young Money the shit, did you get the memorandom +And these other niggas think they fly im fina land them + +Haa, What you doing? +I'm throwing money, they take too long with the ones +Fuck It, I'll start throwing hundreds +Gollum niggas ain't spending shit, they tippin' on a budget +Man, they pockets getting skinny, what that is Jennifer Hudson +Order a bottle and I drink it til its hollow +And my coupe is a 2 seater so you bitches gotta follow +Now buss it open backwards like the doors on a Rolls +I got money in my pocket, I got hoes on the pole +[HOOK] +See, see I'm steppin' out froze +Louie on my toes +All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Now my stacks don't fold +I got too much to hold +All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole +Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole + +[Short Dawg - Verse 2] +It's young Elvis Freshly in the four door European +And the tint dark as coffee, a nigga feeling bossy +Pulling hoes like a tooth and it's hard to get em off me +I'm a stunna like the CEO of Cash Money records +The Louie V rag got me chequered with the matching kicks +Grinnin' at your chick, the surp got me leaning like 10 after 6 +Therefore I tell her, go on buss it open +Goin buss it open, they call me short dawg but no I ain't from Oakland +My money so tall that you gon have to climb it +If she know how to rewind it, trust me I'm gon change the climate +And then I get behind it like I'm tryna do the heimlich +She heard that I be rhyming and I'm balling like Kurt Heinrich +She's looking for some love, but over here she will not find it +So get down on your knees, you're in the presence of Your Highness +[HOOK]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love This Fuckin Guy[Intro] +I'm in the building +Ya, I'm a take'em +I'm a take'em, yes I will take'em Yessir + +[Verse 1] +Yes I will take'em all the way there Boo +I will take'em all the way there Trill +(Do yo thing dog) +I'm a take 'em all the way there Boo +I'm a take 'em all the way there Trill +(Spitter ya hand ip) +Ay I'm chillin' like a villian off of killin' +Lookin at the ceilings like I'm a get it for realer +I'm a get it regardless, hard as it is +Who wants to be a millionaire, know how I'm a get a million +(A million?) and I'm in a pavilion +Chillin' with my woman but I don't speak Sicilian +(Sicilian?) But we both count the same +As long as when I send'em with it they come out the same +As if I went up in with it then I'm out the game +Them niggas tryna get me canned, damn +You know the feds are my biggest fans +Gotta watch what a nigga sayin' damn +They see my mommy & they wanna pull over +Cause she ain't got no number on the back of the Rover +Like she ain't got no business in Colorado +Just enjoying the snow, she was hittin' the slopes +She from the South, she ain't never skied before +And I heard she didn't fall go Cita go +And I'm just like her, I'm an easy pro +I am a gladiator call me Hustle Crow +Touch'em no, I'm just bustin', bust some mo +What's the 411 1 ya done +Once the pro rush come run ya gone +Youngsta know how to punch the gas +In an 84' with the cut-back ass +On 84's with the custom rag +Top drop at the second line & bust they ass +Got me lookin' like Hot Spitta (Yeaaa) +I'm a big spender, therefore I stunt +You niggas city slickers, we call it country dumb +A Southern boy, all I do is bake cake +And guess where ya bitch comin' after spring break +Blessed with the gift so I gotta bring faith +A less nigga tell more love than hate +One of the best to do it +Yes kid you are young MJ I'm checkin' Du mar +I give it to y'all the only way I know +And that is too raw, like no cut on coke +Ay, baby girl sit on this butter soft & take a tote +Don't choke, it ain't attractive, just smoke +And when I'm done you ain't a factor just go +And here I come so get it faster, land hoe! +Man nobody's gonna help you out +So you gotta help ya self, if you can't, kill ya self +Yup, that's how I feel & how I felt +That's how the hand was dealt no handing help +No handing outs just me & that abandoned house +With the hammers out, I remember +I had lil Tootie watchin' out +No lie we was high off our own supply +Teenagers with that cocaine eye +But we quit cause we learned that's how Tony died +It is only I, the son of a God +The Birdman baby that fuckin' guy +I love that fuckin guy +Now I'm the Birdman Jr so fuckin' fly +Hold up, I'm just tryin' to kick it with my nigga Boo +(I'm ridin' with you) yeeeaah +So we ridin' through +With the exotic Coupe with the divided roof +We on Mel Rose we like models too +Like how ya do? You eat fruit? +Me too! Isn't that a shocker +I live in the skyscrapers hi helicopter! +And that chain is very aqua +And sir that watch is very vodka +I'm lookin' like a watermelon mamba +Like Canneries fly down by them +So I got it, wrapped like a condom +Protecting my self from the drama +No more baby mamas, shout out to my only baby mama +Our daughters growin' up real fast we gotta watch her +Daddy now is gettin' real cash +The deal was proper, the saga continues +Check the venues I've been through +Why? I wreck the venues I've been through +Yea yea I give you The Carter, & then two +And then...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pop ThatOk, pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +I say pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +You got to pop that pussy and shake that ass +Pop that pussy and shake that ass +And no ceilings +And no ceilings +And no ceilings +Yeah +Ok +Pockets on he-man +I get it if I demand +Man I do it big, to me you niggas wee man +Bout to go pecans, I beat it like 3 hands +Weezy in the building you other niggas freelance +I don't give a f-zzuck +I done got my shit up +I gotta do a bit, that's push ups, sit ups +F*ck with young money bitch nigga get hit up +Nigga f*ck pay even f*ck wid us +I'm a eastside nigga yeah eastside nigga +Where the motherf*cking beef gets deep fried nigga +Nigga could'ntsee me with 3 eyes nigga +You's a bitch +No U-N-I-T-Y nigga +On the mic I'm like pac, I'm like B-I nigga +Whoever don't agree come and see my nigga +I be waiting in my mansion seaside nigga +Young motherf*cking M-O-N-E-Y... +Hate no, hate no +I don't wanna hate no, hate no +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +I don't wanna hate nobody tonight +I don't wanna hate nobody tonight +But they keep pushing me, pushing me +Everyday pushing me, pushing me +Ok, Cool n Dre +This is no ceilings +I do this all day I got bars, no railings +Looking for a bitch for some sexual healing +Open up her mouth and she catch it like Braylon +Young Weezy F, the F is not for failing +Swagger just dumb call it Sarah Palin +If you niggas fly then I must be para-sailing +We are not the same, I'm a motherf*cking alien +Back on my saddle with the tool and my hand +Uptown real nigga bitch landed in the sand +Back home nigga did it for the land +For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand +High life, give a f*ck about your stripes homey +Killer kill, kill a spend your... daily homie +Turn left get your switch turned of nigga +Turn right and get your shit took off nigga +F*ck cause we higher than we ever been +More loaded, white doves, burning hundreds +Overseas nigga pitching on the top floor +High floor situation from the bottom floor +Born in the middle, shining like a diamond +Red diamonds, big diamonds how we roll nigga +24's f*cking all these hoes nigga +High life getting money then we go nigga +Like father like son boy...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Baby Twist**Lyrics from Snippets* + +[Verse: Lil Baby & Lil Twist] +...cool +Hop on this thing and send me to the moon +You can just hate me, when you know just what to do +Whenever you see me, I be with them goons +We ain't gon' face 'em but we got 'em too +Yeah, water on me like a pool (Yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Verse: Lil Twist] +Bah, in the back (Bah) +Gettin' tens and that bit Guwop (Bah) +.223 that bitch gon' bop (Bah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +St. LouisN/AEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gangsta Boys[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wizzle F. Baby bitch! Yeah +Boys in the motherfuckin' Hood guess who? yeah you already +(Yeah ye ye ye-yeah) I save ya (haha) already yeah +I'm hearin' niggas nag me shorty (haha, yeah, yeah boy) come on + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Big money heavyweight, it's what the streets call him (yeah) +Young stunna in this bitch like she ridin' on me (yeah) +Hidin from nothin', runnin' from nobody (uh uh) +Boy I tote somethin' about the size of your whole body (yeah haha) +Niggas get confronted just as soon it's a no bottom (yeah haha) +Stick 'em in the oven make cinnamon rolls out of 'em (ow) +Sweet ass nigga, you smell like my girl pussy (haha) +I'm aimin' bitch nigga, I ain't lookin' (uh) +And I'm namin' bitch niggas like the cookie (come on) +I'll knock out your teeth, with the back of the heat (UH) +Meat, all over the street, how neat? +If I was starvin' motherfucker, i'll eat, (what) beef (yeah) +Ya'll know me nigga show me to that treasure (yeah) +See that metal on your tongue, (yeah) better answer every question +Wheres it at bitch niggas say somethin' and i'll kill ya +You never met a killa, til' he kill ya, ya dig shorty + +[Chorus: T.I.] +Ha all that matters is what your doin' nigga not what your say +Niggas bullshit everyday (alright) but it stop in the A (yeah) +Catch me on the east side with a Glock and some yay (hay hay hay ) +Niggas bullshit everyday but it stop in the A (oh) +I say its on in the inside man them choopers'll spray +Niggas bullshit everyday but it stop in the A +Cause me and Block on the block with a block of the K (hay hay hay) +Niggas bullshit everyday but it stop in the A +[Verse 2: Duke] +Yeah +See I hit the blocks off the top within a minute +It dont take long for me to go private to lieutenant +If I said it I meant it and no offenses gettin' ended (naw) +No east talk the beef ain't gettin' dead til' I end it +I set up rat traps for niggas that like to teel tap +Sunday mornin' get the word (yep) but I'm still strapped +Roll the dice with me please believe boy you will crap +Get folded up and tucked the way just like a road map (road map) +Yeah life is hard just play your card +Thats why roll with god and disregard them broads (disregard them broads) +Keep servin' that hard never spend a rod +This is real shit baby this is not a fesode (not a fesode) +Dont get it confused lot a niggas is fraud +Get a background check nigga that's why I'm pullin' your card (pullin your card) +And I might play with that boy So sometimes I'm 'noyd +I might flip and bury you boys in the back of the yard + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3: Jody Breeze] +Yeah well I was taught to do what I do +That's why I do what I do +And I ain't talkin' shit but shorty try me see what I do (boys n da hood) +I'm from the bottom of the problem with niggas +It's too many y'all niggas got too many problems with us niggas (problem with niggas) +I shoot first I not a follower nigga (follower nigga) +Smoke dro all day, I got a problem with memory +If you niggas got a problem then try me when you see me (try me) +Cause I ain't hard to find you niggas see me (here I go) +Dumped off in the cut all to my lonesome (yep) +Went to one of you punks to front for a whoresome (go 'head) +Actin' all tough like your nuts wanna brawl some (go 'head) +I'm a go get the pump and front like you owe me somethin' (pow) +You niggas still rainchecks your ass can't cash yet (ah ha) +Your bitch gave me head now you wanna ski mask sick (nigga) +Crack rock bagged up pounds of seran wrapped (yep) +In zip lock bags fulla cash and then it's addin' up +I got gorillas gone mad wanna mass up (yep) +Askin' where the ice where the yay where the cash at (yeah) +So y'all niggas better hush shut your ass up +The deuce deuce tray dont play shoot your ass up +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Single Again[Trina] +Yup Yup + +[Rick Ross] +Slip-n-Slide Remix +The Big Boss +Mayback music + +[Lil Wayne] +Who's that making that funky noise? +It's Weezy baby Hey Trine Bean +And it's the remix baby + +[Lil Wayne] +I know what I did +And how I act +And if I see you with a man I'm a get my gat +{woop woop} +I'm just playin' +It won't be that +I got enough legal wounds +And I don't need that +And I gave you a ring that I don't need back +Because I know one day you gonna be back +Not today +But one day +And my friends say I need my Beyonce +Back, like my name was Sean +I mean you stand tall +But me I lean +What's wrong? +Everything +Wayne what's right? +Wayne Hey Trine Bean +Like a string bean +Girl I'm healthy +Girl I'm lying +Girl just help me +Help my fly +But what flight are you on? +You might not be talking ‘bout me in this song +[Chorus] +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again + +[Rick Ross] +Hold up wait a got damn minute +It ain't Benz then the boss ain't in it +Yeah it's dark tinted +I had to red rim in +She got the same ones +Just add the red ribbon +Sexy, like she wanna breath again, leave again +I ain't ever need a friend +Yeah I'm in the thangs +Throw away money +And I'm in the range with Floyd May money +Lord Pray for me +I'm single again +Now look who I'm mingling with +Left my baby momma +Cause she didn't get shit +You might see her ridin' in the street +Single again +[Chorus] +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again + +[Plies] +You damn right I cheated +I couldn't get it from you when I need it +Cause dealin' with you it ain't easy +Think I'm a let you talk to me greasy +I ain't one of them little lames sweetie +So you single again? +Well we even +I know you miss how I beat it +You'll be back cause he don't eat it + +[Trina] +Got six +Run you lips 'bout that +Say Trina still the baddest +April 1st I'm back +No April Fools Joke +Finna make the world lean, hah +Hold up she back on the scene +Weez Hey Trine Bean +Plies and Rick Ross +Like Hilary Clinton +I'm the boss +Dude came back +Cause he know where it's at +Super bubblegum brain +Tell me how you like that +I'm hotter than fish grease +Hotter than a heater +Every magazine cover you gonna see Trina +Black Men magazine +King, I'm Smooth +Sister to Sister +Crip, What it do? +Thought the grass was green on the other side +Millionaires over here +We say fuck the other side +While you was out shonin +I don't know why +I stayed so alone +You couldn't say bye +[Chorus] +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again + +[Trina] +Diamond Princess +Yeah +I'm still the baddest +Ha ha ha + +I'm single again +I'm single again + +[Chorus] +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single again, back on the prowl +I thought it was perfect, I don't know how +I'm single againEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hands Up (My Last) (Freestyle)Let's get fucked up +On the road to riches +You just a speed bump +Funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up +We smoke a tree down til it's just a tree stump +That eastside nigga, bang on you bitches +I'm going at your neck, strangle you bitches +Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches +And I stay burned-out like a bad transmission +I'm on, like the lights I light up +The kush, knock out, Mike Tyson fight +I'm talking about ass and titties +Sex and the city +Weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it" +I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine +Up in some fine dime then she give me Einstein +Young money motherfucka +Yeah we picked a fine time +I'm a 17 nigga, bitch, I don't mind dyin' man +I just ended up on every bitch's sex list +Genie in the bottle get a muthafuckin deathwish +Thugga in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas +Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga +Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga +Let nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga +Yeah I keep the brian pumper, no homo +The shit I'm on got the world moving in slow-mo +Man, I told mack I was gonna do it +Above the law, but under the influence +Man, I was on the skateboard +Kick push swagger, got my girl to the room +Got behind her like a shadow +I had her ass up in the air +I swear I got the largest clip in the world +Right here in my gat +And I wish a nigga play +I'mma bust a nigga's ass +Hate young money? then fuck you in the ass +187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gonna ball +Til we fall. and this fuck all y'all +Gonna ball til we fall. and this fuck all y'all +We straight, sorry for the waitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grindin’ (Turk Remix)[Intro] +Grindin’, grindin’ +Grindin’, grindin’ +Grindin’, grindin’ +Grindin’, grindin’ + +[Verse 1: Turk] +Ever since I came home from the pen +Been grindin' on my own and shit +Eight thou', seven-hundred sixty hour +YT puttin' all this shit +Real nigga, again the street fuckin' with me +Fuck a bitch nigga, got them red killers with me +Uptown nigga, let it bust +'Til it's if ya gettin' money is a must +But I'll stick it if you tempt me, so nigga don't tempt me +God don't do shit neither +Chopper worth of trouble, it's gone faster than a cheetah +Savor to the thuggin', I g'd up +Get it from the mud +I'm a thug, posted up like a meter +Stay strapped with the heater +I fuck pussy - pussy nigga, I don't need you +I'm grindin', me and my people +Puttin' in work like Amiga (Like amigos nigga) +Like Jeezy, I done seen it all +The feds askin', nigga I ain't seen nothin' at all +Swear I been nigga outside, ten time a hundred, nigga, one thou' +Grindin' for all my shit +Tryin' to build a house with one brick +Tryin' to fuck you, your bitch, and your clique +And no nigga, I ain't gave me shit + + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit +Grindin’ for all my shit +Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit +I put time into all this shit +I’m grindin’ for all my shit +I’m grindin’ for all my shit +Perfect timing with all my shit +I’m grindin’ for all my shit + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +The feds be spying on all of us nigga +These hoes be lying to all of us nigga +I got news for the monogamous niggas +Yo' bitch fucking anonymous niggas +I done seen it all my nigga +Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggas +Cause what’s the hottest shit on these corners? +That’s me and all my niggas +Grind for all this shit, I ain’t ever fall for that bitch +Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird +Is like a medicine ball to that bitch +We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch +And you know what's stashed in that bitch +These niggas walk around with they chests out +Like Janet Jackson and shit +I’m sweatin’ grindin’ this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch +Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven +Ain’t got time to bond with no bitch +Heard Jay Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit? +The weed sticky, grind that shit +Where I got it from? Nevermind that shit + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Drake] +I got a new vision for all my shit +I don’t know what to call that shit +I know, I’m selling all of my cars +I’m selling all of my watches +I’m selling diamonds and all of that shit +Realized I don’t need that shit +I’m a different breed with this shit +I’m tryna turn M’s to B’s in this bitch +And I ain’t ever pay to be with no bitch +I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed +Fifty mill in one room, you, you could ask anyone out here +Who running the game? And they’ll tell you the truth +Man, they'll tell you +Oh look, they fuck with me now +I think they’re hearin' me now +Someone said "Nigga they takin' you seriously now" +I’m like "I think they just might be scared of me now" +But it’s all good, niggas wrong every day, niggas wrong every day +Go, goin' to LA where I’m tryna get high and do a song every day +Safe, we ain’t ever have to play it safe +I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe +Then peek inside the safe and see I’m runnin' out of space +Mothafucka that’s grindin' +[Hook] + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +(Grindin’, grindin’) Perfect timing +(Grindin’, grindin’) +(grindin’, grindin’) +I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe +Than peek inside the safe and say I’m running out of space +Believe that + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Scoob, find another oo-wop +Tell them niggas cool out +Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out +Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out +Moms pick the suit out +Top floor, window he get threw out +Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out +Flying out the crew out, they flew out +Invite 'em to my new house, my new house +I’m fucking every night up in my new house +Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin’ +I’m fucking every night up in my new house +Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin’ +I’m fucking every night up in my new house +Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I’m grindin’ + +[Outro] +Twap, twap! +Twap, twap! +In the new house, we got the twap +“Grindin'” (word to Clipse) is the latest single from Lil Wayne’s upcoming album, Tha Carter V1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rappapompom[Hook 1: Junior Reid] +You only got a few days more +To get the guns you want at the gun store +On the first day of Christmas, Guess what Santa bring for me +A Glock, a magnum, a rusty M3 + +[Hook 2: Junior Reid] +Rappapompom, we don't want no rom pom pom pom + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Welcome to hell I let em burn +Momma told me don't play with them choppas, I never learn +I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm +Killers hold court in the street court is adjourned +These niggas sleeping, hope they keep it in they knapsack +Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack +Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack +We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back +Hand gun they don't want no hand gun +Tote a shotty with a bass drum +Say something, I'm from where them niggas can't come +We die rich & young +We die handsome and +Me I never ran from another man son +I take alot a shots, bitch nigga and one +So throw away them Glocks +I hope they prayin for ya +You hear that chop now you sayin somethin +[Hook 1: Junior Reid] +You only got a few days more +To get the guns you want at the gun store +On the first day of Christmas, Guess what Santa bring for me +A Glock, a magnum, a rusty M3 + +[Hook 2: Junior Reid] +Rappapompom, we don't want no rom pom pom pom + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Murda she wrote nigga we loke +You can get smoked like brand new dope +Brand new scopes on old ass guns from brand new beef +If he play you cold you give him heat +Play that roll get in them streets +You pay that toll life ain't cheap +The streets is watchin +The streets can see what you can't see +You ain't safe, you ain't free +You just a target with teeth +Ya'll niggas don't hear me +Shoot him in the eye make the nigga see clearly +Now he only got one eye like the pyramid +Bitch, I'm in the game like the beer man, hear me +They on my grass, shoot em down like a deer, man +Down down baby goin' down like airtran +Yeah & you don't wanna take it there man +Because I'm already there man +I'm sayin +[Hook 1: Junior Reid] +You only got a few days more +To get the guns you want at the gun store +On the first day of Christmas, Guess what Santa bring for me +A Glock, a magnum, a rusty M3 + +[Hook 2: Junior Reid] +Rappapompom, we don't want no rom pom pom pom + + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Survival of the fittest it is well known there's no water like my city's +Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers +Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers +Niggas got problems niggas got business +Niggas got children niggas got bitches +Bitches got bitches +I know bitches realer then you +Nigga I done seen keys bigger then you +Yeah nigga you ain't on shit +Cut off a nigga head make him suck his own dick +No he don't want that & he don't want this +I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss +You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bitch +Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script +Addicted to the chips commited to my clique +Cash money mother fucker get the pistol to your lips +[Hook 1: Junior Reid] +You only got a few days more +To get the guns you want at the gun store +On the first day of Christmas, Guess what Santa bring for me +A Glock, a magnum, a rusty M3 + +[Hook 2: Junior Reid] +Rappapompom, we don't want no rom pom pom pom2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +February 18th[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ahem +Young Money in charge +Yes it's Lil Wayne but the moneys enlarged +Priorities Young Money and God +Now they want to know how I be getting money on Mars +Cause I be getting paid like outta this world +Hip hop is a bitch and I'm proud of this girl +But when the sharks come see the fish curl +This is my game you gone need a referral +I know more bout tree then squirrel +We dont talk much but that heat so verbal +Brand new Marc Jacobs peak color thermal +Gun outside of the gear, external +Im so fly, yall still at the terminal +I put you in the dirt, just because I see the worm in ya +Dirty South bitch, admire and acknowledge it +&& respect my conglomorate!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lay My Organs Down[Verse 1: Dizzy] +You already know +Gangsta music, you know how the gangsters do it +Bangers, exlcusive +Shankers and uzis +I got Maine in the booth +Wayne in the booth +Money on my mind, that mean I'm thinking of loot + +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Shit, ain't it the truth +Money is the top prio- +"Money Over Murder," that's the title of my bio +We cop drops like it's part of the policy +This hardbody, baby, y'all softer than wallabies +So hush puppies, let the big dogs ride +Don't jump on that field when it's kickoff time + +[Verse 3: Curren$y] +And I, fresher than the Frebreeze bottle +Coming at the shit full throttle +And I power ball like lotto +Do it with my eyes closed +You niggas is all soft, soft shell tacos + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +And eyes go deeper than pot holes +For that money, bet I'm running like a snot nose +No Kleenex +Dark shades, V-necks +Bitch, I ain't playing no recess +We reps YM, baby, that's that shit +And it's fuck the world like a nasty bitch +[Verse 5: Dizzy] +Fuck raps, I bust caps for snaps +I fuck white, I fuck blacks, I fuck Japs +Now what's hap? +I make stacks, ASAP +I take that from the safe and I replace that + +[Verse 6: Lil Wayne] +Stay strapped +I stay low, stay back +The judge handing out L's like Pat Sajak +And I'm all about my team like an apex +Make you niggas turn your seats into a Playtex + +[Verse 7: Curren$y] +Yes, member of a fly society +Style, I got several varieties +As a child, this guy memorized "Scarface" in it's entirety +The 80s drug era inspired me +That's why I dress how I dress, walk how I walk +That's why I rep what I rep, talk how I talk +Two rope chains, both of them gold +With a gloat like I just came home + +[Verse 8: Lil Wayne] +Flow touching the pedal in that F-5 yellow +Just moving through the city like blood in the vessel +I'm a fucking professional, so intellectual +It's Mr. Fat Stacks, my pockets got high cholesterol +I need vegetables, is weed vegetables? +I'm past commas, right now I'm seeing decimals +[Verse 9: Curren$y] +Step to you, the opposite of my environment +Out of all the dogs in the yard, I was the quietest +I had a little bark, I had a little bite +Was surrounded by niggas who snap and don't think twice +To kidnap your enemies, dress them up as Santa Claus and drop their bodies down their mamas' chimneys +Water to your kidneys +My class G like the Bendz G + +[Verse 10: Mack Maine] +My truck waving and my rims speak +I got burners on my rear seat +See, I don't say too much, so if talking becomes part of the ballgame, money talk for me, yeah, my ends speak +Yeah, what you expect? I'm from the Hollygrove area +Where we see more redskins than Steve Spurrier +We know the clock ticking, so we planning hurry up offense +Hustling on the park bench, caution + +[Verse 11: Lil Wayne] +The major bison of the boulevard +The barracuda, fighting off the fish and raw +Yeah, I get around like a business car +And you can see me everywhere but the prison yard +I'm on that sissy hard, and that kush tough +Weezy stay high, just look up +[Outro: Curren$y] +Shook up like a can of Coca-Cola that fell down five flights of stairs, man +Can't hide that you niggas so scared, man +Ahead of my time, I'm the already-there manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rollin’ (Freestyle)G5 sitting on the runway +Big ass chopper: call that bitch Beyonce +This for my dawgs locked down all day +Money, power, respect: 3 the hard way +I put some real niggas on their feet, boy +So they'll kill anyone for me, boy +Yeah, YMCMB boy +Young Tunechi fresh to death +Rest in peace, boy +My Gat bang your hat hang +I ride off with Mack Maine +I drink Patron straight +You niggas keep that champagne +My pa is the Birdman +I'm rich as a white man +I come to your show and kill you +And your hypeman +We roll in, let's roll out +My bitches don't hold out +They got Marley G +I gotta bond my lil bro out +Let my dreads grow out +My bitch got a blow out +Mi casa, su casa +My house is, a ho house +Only fuck with, real niggas +Polo, fuck that Hilfiger +Yeah I'm on a pill nigga +Feed you to my little niggas +Shout out to my big homies +Fifi and T-Streets +Scope on that AK make me take a sneak peek +T, roll another one +Razor blade on the tongue +You ain't never seen this watch +Nigga, this a one of one +You niggas is honey-bun +Your girlfriend a ton of fun +Chopper with a drum, muthafucker +Give a drummer some +Cut that like my blunt is done +Suck a nigga's dick or something +Put that pussy for me then wile out +And then give my nigga's some +I'mma do my thing +I put that on Nicki Minaj, I need a bad redbone +To come give my dick a massage +I'm talking big money +I'm talking heavyweight +I cut down on the syrup +Now I'm in better shape +I'm from New Orleans nigga +Where you ain't never safe +Who fuck with me, I drop you off +In front of Heaven gates +OK, jump off a building +Jump out a window +Smoke like a junkie +And fuck like a nympho +Drink like a goldfish +That's right, you know this +Hold up: click-clack +OK, I'm reloaded +Fuck with Lil Tunechi +I'm good I'm Gucci +Wild as Ryu +I hit you with that Hadouken +My money too long, nigga +My weed too strong, nigga +Fuck everybody +I'm in my own zone nigga +And every time you see me I'm wet and I'm rolling +Tunechi rest in peace, fresh to death +And I'm rolling +About to fuck a bitch +I just met cause she rolling +Nigga we rolling, nigga I'm rolling +Gotta keep a towel +I'mma sweat cause I'm rolling +Pouring at a bitch nigga's neck, cause I'm rolling +Damn ma! I ain't come yet! +'Cause I'm rolling. Bitch, I'm rolling +Young Mula, baby. Sorry for the waitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gang x3[Intro] +Turn that shit up +Turn me up too +Yeah, mic check +Yeah, this is the mic check, I can't hear, alright +Alright, oh yeah + +[Pre-Chorus] +Smoking on the good kush, sipping on the codeine +Spitting all this fire, living off the proceeds +Tipping on 44, pimping all your hoes +We gon' do it bigger than she ever did with your ass +Sleeping on Polo, I don't got no doors +Can't forget she in love with the coco +Hustling on the low-low, duffle bag, YOLO +And I'ma laugh to the bank on you bitches, no joke, yeah + +[Chorus] +You ain't gang, gang, gang +You ain't squad, squad, squad +You ain't gang, gang, gang +You ain't squad, squad, squad, no +You ain't gang, gang, gang +You ain't squad, squad, squad +Don't make me get my gang +Don't make me get my squad +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad +Squad, squad up +Get your fucking ass tied up +Need some hitters for the job, call us, job done, yeah +[Verse 1] +Fake nigga lie to a real nigga +That's just some shit that you don't do +I used to wake up to the sun too +Now I wake up everyday to a lawsuit +Now my pills kicking in like kung-fu +Dipped the blunt in the syrup like fondue +I shoot up everybody in a carpool +I'm the shit with these bars, call it barstool +I'll knock a nigga ass to the north pole +I'll beat a triggerman in a heartbeat +I'll leave his heart beating at his own feet +Take his car keys, ride around til it's on E +My homies all know that it's on me +And if it's on me we gon' eat like we never ate +Have a second plate, nigga gotta eat everyday +Feeding heavyweights +Nigga trying to see better days, lord knows +Ain't no such thing as second place +No such thing as yesterday, ain't no such thing as tomorrow +And promises is for hoes, and diamonds is all gold +If you fucking with my squad though, it be clean up, aisle 4 +That's just how it go, niggas slipping like Dial soap +Either I'm too high or the clouds low +And I go Michael Myers, psycho lion, hyperwire, mic on fire +Bad bitch, tight attire, treat me like I'm siar, like a giant +Play below the belt and I'm Orion +My oh my, my flights is higher, price is higher +Life inspired by the riots, I'm a rider, can't deny it +Can't describe it, can't disguise it, advertise it +[Pre-Chorus] +I'm smoking on the good kush, sipping on the codeine +Spitting all this fire, living off the proceeds +My bitch got that good juice +My plug got them low fees +I'm laughing to the bank though +'Cause these lil niggas joking + +[Chorus] +You ain't gang, gang, gang +You ain't squad, squad, squad +You ain't gang, gang, gang +You ain't squad, squad, squad, no +You ain't gang, gang, gang +You ain't squad, squad, squad +Don't make me get my gang +Don't make me get my squad +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad +Squad, squad up +Get your fucking ass tied up +Need a nigga head bust, hire us, job done +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad up +Tied up, job done, woah +[Pre-Chorus] +Smoking on the good kush, sipping on the codeine +Spitting all this fire, living off the proceeds +Tipping on 44, pimping all your hoes +We gon' do it bigger than she ever did with your ass +Sleeping on Polo, I don't got no doors +Can't forget she in love with the coco +Hustling on the low-low, duffle bag, YOLO +And I'ma laugh to the fucking bank, bitch no joke + +[Chorus] +You ain't gang, gang, gang +You ain't squad, squad, squad +You ain't gang, gang, gang +You ain't squad, squad, squad, no +You ain't gang, gang, gang +You ain't squad, squad, squad +Don't make me get my gang +Don't make me get my squad +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad +Squad, squad up +Get your fucking ass tied up +Need some hitters for the job, call us, job done + +[Outro] +Mula +Young Mula, baby +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad +Squad, squad up +Need a nigga head bust, hire us, job done1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We’re Done (Remix)(Chorus) +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together + +(Lil Wayne) +To the left, to the left +If you wanna leave, be my guest you can step +Feeling irreplaceable listenin' to Beyonce +But okay, I'll put you out on your B-Day +Hey, now if you rockin' with Weezy +Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe +I got game like EA +But I wanna let you play +And don't I treat you like souffle +Don't I look at you like I see a new day +And Don't I do what I do say +I'm through talkin', so i'mma let you 'face + +(Chorus) +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together + +(Lil Wayne) +It's no sweat, no sweat +I would never 1, 2, 3, 4-get about you +Your love, your sex +You know I work you out like Bowflex + +Our jokes, no stress +Love, live life, proceed, progress +Make sure the neighbors get no rest +We can get together, never disconnect + +Your back, your neck +Funny how that song hasn't got old yet... to us +So let's project, you stay in, never in-correct + +Lemme catch my breath, talkin' 'bout leaving, you ain't gone yet +And if you leave, leave correct +Then I'mma send a jet to pick up the next +And if you leave, you leaving the best +So you might have to settle for less +I am no Elliott Ness +I don't handcuff, I don't arrest +I do confess to the murders, see +Cause under them sheets, I am a mess +Yes, baby you blessed +Now just don't jump your nest, come on +(Chorus) +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nothing Can Stop Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +A-B-C-D-E-F +Im a G till end +The end of the road +Look back in the kitchen at the end of the stove +Hey T, looks like we at the end of the O +Choppa 4 in a 20 ounce of Carter 24 +Yes sir (Cinema) + +You sit on 24s +And we sip on 24s +Head is sittin on a pair of gucci pennyloafs +Yea i get money fuck with bitches that get me more +Now, you know the game same shit different hoes +(See what you know about DJ Cinema: presents Mardi Gras) + +[Verse 2] +Who cut the ears and the tail off Mickey Mouse +Never been a rat never had him in the house +Call me captain kangaroo, i got money in my pouch +I don't mean loose change when I say money in the couch + +Yea we put the drinks down we pick the two's up +You have a dude tripping? we hit dude up +You ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up +(you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up) +[Interlude] +Target practice baby +Only thing is Im not the shooter I'm the bullet, Bitch! + +[Verse 3] +Weezy fuckin' baby, get em a leash +Young Money, Dipset, you better believe +That gun got me walking like i got irregular knees +I be all over that bread like sesame seeds +Automatic with the money like reggie for 3 +Big birds no sesame street +Bitch I'm too clean they ain't messing with me +I'm just tryna see my decimals peek +These niggas lighter than some vegetable meat +These niggas just sweet like a Tahitian treat +Ok they say I'm full of hot air then i release the heat +Spill a nigga from his teeth defeat +You know what im talking bout, you know what i mean? +Like kick the sneak +I go dollar for dollar, week for week +Yea birdman say you niggas is bitches +So that mean you niggas is bitches and me im theEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In a Cell[Intro] +Cut the music up please +Man + +[Verse 1] +I'm so fucked up, you have no idea +I smoke that La La La, it's music to my ears +All my niggas is wasted, got guns on they waist +She don't use Pro-Active, she put Cum on her face +I'm a real nigga first, I'm a bitch nigga never +Shawty suck me dry, I'm talkin' dry like a dessert +Nigga get off my dick, bitch, get on my level +I don't gas these hoes, take your foot off the pedal +Man, I be on my dick, 'bout to break my neck +Shout Nyjah Huston, Stevie Will, Ryan Sheck' +Papa got the TEC, it can get technical +Pimp shit, never, put the pussy on a pedestal +Niggas out of shape, I'm just bein' geometrical +Tunechi, leave 'em bitches behind like residue +New Orleans, where we turn a funeral into a festival +Young Money, long money, it ain't even measurable +I'm stuntin', uh, like my daddy +She give me neck, uh, Peyton Manning +Yeah, I press a button, uh, and lose my roof +I'm spittin' blood shit like I lost a tooth, uh +[Chorus] +I went from sittin' in a cell +To sittin' on a jet +From shittin' in a cell +To shittin' on a jet +I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet +So I scratch, and yes, junior is the best + +[Verse 2] +Man, all these bitches and niggas still hatin' +My homies got that weight and I ain't talkin' 'bout patience +Man, we be on some other shit, kidnap your mother shit +And we smoke that strong like the weed got muscles, bitch +I'm Tunechi, got what you need +I got some cocaine and some California weed +Them bitches jockin', niggas hatin', drunk off Gin and Socko +If he keep on talkin' shit, I'll knock the meat out his taco +And I ain't playin', I got killers with me, ain't got no squealers with me +And the back of the milk carton say my ceiling's missing +And now my vision blurry and I'm with kissin' cousins +I'll make 'em rob you masked up, you think them bitches muslims +Scoob filmin' it, smooth criminal +I'ma prince, nigga, you Arsenio +We pick you off and bounce, that's the pick and roll +Crème de la crème, de la criminal +T, where you at? Make the blunt fat +Young Money that special team, run the punt back +Yeah, that's me in that 'Gatti with the hump back +I'll stick my thumb in her pussy with a thumbtack +[Chorus] +Sittin' in a cell (Woah) +To sittin' on a jet +From shittin' in a cell +To shittin' on a jet +I lost too many homies and I won too many bets +So I scratch, and yes, junior is the best, uh-huh + +[Outro] +Uh-huh +Uh-huh +Uh-huh2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +GuerillaYEAA! + +[Hook] + +On the real-a +I'm a Guerilla +Now have you ever heard of a nigga like me +I'm a G-O-Rilla +On the real +Don't get wit me +That's on the real +And don't slip on a banana peel +Because you will get killed + +BY THE GUERILLA +I'm a Guerilla +BY THE GUERILLA +I'm a Guerilla +BY THE GUERILLA +I'm a guerilla-aa-a-a-a-aa-a-a-aaaaaaaaa + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] + +Boy you don't want me bullshit +Slip on a banana +You just such a panza +Shootin like Bonanza +Dirty like the hamper +Boy you are not a man, You are just Amanda +I bet that choppa bring 'em all proper ganda +Come on world bear wit me like a panda +I run this shit +Like a hurry up hike to Randel +From the scrimage line I burn them like a candle +TOUCHDOWN! +Up town Up town +Hollygrove, U.S.A +Money long like a New Orleans flight to L.A +Fuck boy I rep New Orleans like everyday +Everynight +Ballin like +Reverend Knight +Every Night +Everyday +24/7-8-9-10 +I'm in the jungle +And I'm comin to yo front door +Knock, Knock - Who's There - Long Hair, Don't care +YEAA! + +[Hook] + +On the real-a +I'm a Guerilla +Now have you ever heard of a nigga like me +I'm a G-O-Rilla +On the real +Don't get wit me +That's on the real +And don't slip on a banana peel +Because you will get killed +BY THE GUERILLA +I'm a Guerilla +BY THE GUERILLA +I'm a Guerilla +BY THE GUERILLA +I'm a guerilla-aa-a-a-a-aa-a-a-aaaaaaaaa + +[Verse 2: Nutt The Kid] + +Put some bass in yo voice +So I can knock the amp out you +Get amped +And I'll make an amp out you +Put you in the trunk wit the bubbly +In the jungle +Missin for months +Til they forget about you +Find you +Can't identify you +I'm a rider +Guerillas will spank yo mama +The Dr. that brought you out her +I done went bananas over my clam chowder +Banana clips in the choppas +And we clap 'em like "Bravo" +Scream like the opera +So I can give you an encore +Civil back guerilla +And I got the medal of honor +Poppin the metal feranaz +At who?- Metal & Tiana +Who the fuck seen it +Who? What? When? & How? +Cuz, I'll slit your neck from ear to ear +Like the black Dalia +The flow well radical +Lil nigga wit an attitude +Like "Blaw" +Launch you in the altitude +What's your latitude +Residue under my nails +All about my revenue +Who ever knew +They say I Blow +Like Blue Hill Avenue +YEAA! + +[Hook] + +On the real-a +I'm a Guerilla +Now have you ever heard of a nigga like me +I'm a G-O-Rilla +On the real +Don't get wit me +That's on the real +And don't slip on a banana peel +Because you will get killed + +BY THE GUERILLA +I'm a Guerilla +BY THE GUERILLA +I'm a Guerilla +BY THE GUERILLA +I'm a guerillaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Famous (Demo)[Chorus: Sam Bruno] +Welcome to your name in lights +All the lighters in the sky +Yeah, you must be famous +This is how you live your life +Different city every night +Yeah, you must be famous, famous + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'ma get on the TV, mama, Pac voice +People point at me, say, "Oh my God" +They got a point +I take security everywhere, I be so paranoid +And gold diggers dig until they find oil +And I'm sittin' here reading what was written 'bout what I do, what I didn't +I ruined relationships before my image, but +All I ever wanted was everybody's attention +'Cause most people are nobody 'til somebody kill 'em +Lord knows that's the truth +So with that said +Rest in peace to every dead +Military troops +Shootouts versus photoshoots +I've been through both, I'm photogenic +I'm bulletproof, almost saw the finish line +Plenty times, rock and roll, live or die +Gettin' high as hell, they say time will tell +Well, I tell time to hush +I tell 'em to kiss my ass +They say, "Can you look this way? Can you look this way?" +Pictures flash, I must be famous +[Chorus: Sam Bruno & Lil Wayne] +Welcome to your name in lights (Woo) +All the lighters in the sky (I must be famous) +Yeah, you must be famous (Yeah, I'ma get on the TV momma) +This is how you live your life (Yeah) +Different city every night (I must be famous) +Yeah, you must be famous, famous, uh + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Rich and famous, it's better to be rich and famous +It's you and your lawyer, everybody else is a plaintiff +You know entertainment, sex, drugs and entertainment +You know miscellaneous, sex, drugs simultaneous +Party long and hard +And pray death is quick and painless +Livin' in the spotlight, twist the light bulb if it's blinking +You're never alone +And I don't motherfuckin' blame you +Can't talk to yourself, 'cause mama said don't talk to strangers +Relatives; ain't seen ya since the grass been greener +And your friends say you changed and they can't hear you jingle +You want Tina and Nancy, you get Nancy and Tina +Never question yourself, unless you ask, "Am I dreamin'?" +Fan mail and subpoenas, shake ya hand they don't clean 'em +Never forget they seen ya +You gas 'em up with that premium +And they say, "Look this way, look this way" +Pictures flash when they see ya +To put 'em in magazines +Then after that, the museum +You must be famous +[Chorus: Sam Bruno & Lil Wayne] +Welcome to your name in lights (Yeah) +All the lighters in the sky (You must be famous) +Yeah, you must be famous (I'ma get on the TV, mama) +This is how you live your life +Different city every night (I must be famous) +Yeah, you must be famous (Huh), famous + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +They gon' pray that your career, be short and sweet +But they wish they were in your shoes, take them off, walk on a beach +Superstars don't twinkle and we don't sleep +And you can't spell fame, without me +May your Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet +"Thank God, fuck fame, fuck the police" +'Cause superstars don't twinkle, superstars beam +I was your main man, 'til I went mainstream +Oh my God, I must be famous + +[Chorus: Sam Bruno & Lil Wayne] +Welcome to your name in lights +All the lighters in the sky +Yeah, you must be famous (Oh my God, I must be famous, yeah) +This is how you live your life (Yeah) +Different city every night (Oh my God, I must be famous) +You must be famous (Yeah, I'ma get on the TV, mama), famous +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Kiss my motherfuckin' ass2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m From the South[Verse 1] +Uh +I'm Weezy F, bitch, what it do? (What it do?) +I got that "fuck a mothafucka" attitude (Fuck you) +I got a gun and a bitch (I got two, I got two) +I got a bitch and a gun (I got two, I got two) +I'm the hottest in this bitch, straight up (Straight up) +I got 'em on my back like, "Wait up" (Wait up) +I ain't finished with you hoes, stay up (Stay up) +I'm at the top, bitch, look way up (Way up) +Niggas trippin', bitches wishin' they'll come down here and fuck me +Sick and tired of that city and she fiendin' for country +I ain't mad at ya girl, she just feelin my gangsta +From the bottom of the map where the bricks get anchored Where the dope is heavy, where the hoes is fine +Where the hoes'll get you if you niggas is blind +So, this is the time you should listen to mine +Don't play wit' it, bitch nigga, this is the South + +[Chorus] +Bitch, I'm from the South: Southside +We all ride +And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die +We all ride +And when you see us, we be leaning to the side: the Southside +We all ride +And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die +We all ride +Ay, pussy nigga, you know you ain't from the South +[Verse 2] +? chaperone, fresh, Dapper Don +TEC, the strap is on, brrat, your back is off +Yep, bag 'em up, yep, bag 'em down +Yep, crack 'em up, the new crack in town +It's Weezy, say the baby, lotta pizzazz about me +Hollygrove, seventeen, Belfast, Eagle Street +Shells pass illegal heat, ? blast leave 'em sleep, trash can, no sheets +Swell, man +Hell has no fury but I'm strapped so don't worry +When the weather starts to flurry, we adapt in a hurry +Less guts and glory, man, upchuck the party, man +Buck, buck your Carter, man +Fuck, fuck, duck, duck, they caught him +Get away smooth from the pig +Ditch the cig in a river wit' his wig, his liver, and his feet +Down south, Louisiana, 504, we don't lose + +[Chorus] +Bitch, I'm from the South: Southside +We all ride +And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die +We all ride +And when you see us, we be leaning to the side: the Southside +We all ride +And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die +We all ride (Yeah) +Ay, pussy nigga (Block burner), you know you ain't from the South +[Verse 3] +I spin a bin wit' my thirty-six waist saggin' +No smiles, on some murder shit straight clappin' +Waste bag ya niggas +And what makes matters worse, they rattin' niggas +I put ya mothafuckin' face in the dirt, kiss the snails, boy +Close the box, drill the nails, boy +You won't bite, you are a just a will +You are just a witness when the shit prevail +You are not real, you're more bitch than your girl +Get her down south and put some dick in her world +I got diamonds in my mouth, I got diamonds on my neck +Got a bad second woman and I'm 'bout to wife that +Visitors and tourists come down and we gon' lose ya +Have a mothafucka thinkin' that they in Aruba +Max and Rugers, shootin' to kill you +Your music don't reach down here, we don't feel you + +[Chorus] +Bitch, I'm from the South: Southside +We all ride +And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die +We all ride +And when you see us, we be leaning to the side: the Southside +We all ride +And when we catch a outsider outside: y'all die +We all ride +Ay, pussy nigga, you know you ain't from the SouthEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get That DoughBiotch, Biotch + +[Hook - Baby (Cristale)] +(Get that dough) +Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, C'mon +(Get that dough) +Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro +(Get that dough) +Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, Wooo +(Get that dough) +Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro + +[Lil Wayne] +I pull up slow, chrome flashin +Lil daddy in a long Cabbi +Big hat pimp strong daddy +Got my hoes on my arm daddy +Ain't that amazing, specially when I'm blazin that dro +Earthly green, purple weed, purple V +With purple seats, murck the streets +And I see ya in that Gucci skirt ya sweet +But later on I wanna hurt ya so holla back ho +I know ya will, get ya ass over here +And take off my polar bear +I'm the coldest player of most my age +Quote my age, 19 but my money's much old +And shorty got crazy paper +Cash Money's my army, my navy paper +Understand, Weezy is made of paper +I got "Baby" paper +[Hook - Baby (Cristale)] +(Get that dough) +Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, C'mon +(Get that dough) +Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro +(Get that dough) +Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, Wooo +(Get that dough) +Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro + +[Cristale] +Floss our bitch, or get tossed out +Stunna time criss-crossed out +Birdman the bad bitches bossed out +So fly nigga we dont walk out +Time to get Nina Rossed out +I'mma let the heat speak, see I'm talked out +What's the muthafuckin talk bout +Get you niggas chalked out +Chi-town and Birdman show you what that fuckin hawk bout + +[Baby] +You can shine like stunna (Papi it's all gravy) +I bought the Rover for me and bought the Benz for my ladies +See I, wipe ya down, I shine ya up +And put the rims on the whip then diamonded up +It's the m-uh-m-uh-man, that I hustle for grams +Me, Ta', and Cris' with a blunt in my hand +See I come through shinin, known big tymin +Red Caddi truck, nigga I'm grindin +[Hook - Baby (Cristale)] +(Get that dough) +Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, C'mon +(Get that dough) +Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro +(Get that dough) +Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, Wooo +(Get that dough) +Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro + +[Tateeze] +I come Harley D, black bike all chrome +Your queen is home, daddy tell 'em where they went from + +[Baby] +See I'mma slide on through, then I stash the loot +Who washed the coupe, ma look I know what to do + +[Tateeze] +Got the suit you to wear some pumps on +Matchin the car, matchin my bra, shit nigga pimpin is hard + +[Baby] +I jock that, so wipe a nigga down +Let's dribble on a ho, bitch time to go +[Tateeze] +The Caddi do me pop, the coupe is hot +The groupies flock, and case me out my Gucci socks +Yeah, we get that dough, Tatee' watch me drop these +You got me, can I get the car keys + +[Baby] +See I wipe a bitch down, then dribble on a ho +And I touch her from her head, from her waist, to her toes +Pop up in the Lexus with the mink on the floor +Rocked out Nexus 2K bird ho, Wooo! + +[Hook - Baby (Cristale)] +(Get that dough) +Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, C'mon +(Get that dough) +Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil dro +(Get that dough) +Look wipe a bitch down, let's dribble on a ho, Wooo +(Get that dough) +Let's pop a few bottles, smoke a lil droEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gorilla[Intro] +I'm on that fuckin' Patrón +I'm on that fuckin' Patrón +And I like it, I feel like fightin' +Yeah, shit +Check me out + +[Verse 1] +Okay, I know this ain't The Matrix, but I'm feelin' like the one right now +And to them boys that's trippin', please keep trippin' +Keep it up and it's about to go down +I told 'em don't start no shit, there won't be no shit +Everybody got guns, won't be no fists +Now I'm trippin' on Cohiba, now all y'all funny +If you sick, get an Ibuprofen +But I be gettin' money + +[Verse 2] +Hey, I'm on that fuckin' Patrón +And I like it, I feel like fightin' +Feel like fuckin' +Feel I might just get her to the crib and put her into a crisis +Fresh from my hat to the bottom of my Nikes +Fresh from my hat to the bottom of my Nikes +I won't deny it +I won't deny it +I won't deny it +I'm a fuckin' rider +And I'm gettin money +[Verse 3] +Yeah, so now we strip club hoppin' +Got the pills in the club, got the strip club poppin' +And I be throwin' money till the strip club stoppin' +And yeah hoe what it do, but the bitch goin' shoppin' +She bought herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper +She-she bought herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper +See bitches trynna kick it but no, I don't play soccer +I'm all about my cake, I'm trynna marry Betty Crocker +'Cause I be gettin' moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Me & You (feat. Trina)I wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2u and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever + +Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea +Well If Ya Dont Then Ill Explain +You Can Be My Misses Wayne +We Can Do The Dam Thang..And Thangs +You See I Had To Tell My Nigga Lil Boy +I Met A Girl Like You +Cuz I Ain't Never Met Another Girl Like You +But I Know Wut To Do Wit A Girl Like You +Three letters...I Do +I Wouldn't Care If You Were a Prostitute and +That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew +It Wouldn't Make A Difference +If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl +See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me +As Long As You Keep It Real +Whatevers On Yo Mind +Speak On How You Feel +Stay Truthful To Me +And Never Lie To Me +And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets +No Matter Wutever Nahh + +Boy u see dat i have changed yea well if u dont then i'll explain im the real misses wayne all them other chicks is lame & u see i had 2 tell my rockstar crew that i met a man like cuz i ain't never met a man like u but i know what 2do with a youngin like u 3letters..i do i wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2 and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea + +(Dam Lyk Foreal Tho Babygirl +You Ain't Gotta Keep No Secrets +Its Me And You Gotta Keep It Real) + +Ya Boy + +(Yo Pussy Is Like A Drug To Me +Ya I Be Feeinin +F**k if i could sing +Dam If Only I Could Sing +Help Me Out Lil Bru) + +(Talk:) +I Love It Babe Ye +I Love It Babe Dont You Know +I Love It Babe I Really Did +I Love It Babe Like Young Jeezy +I Love It Babe Ye +I Love It Babe (x3) + +I Wouldn't Care If You Was A Prostitute +And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew +See It Wouldn't Make A Difference +If That Was Way Before Me And You Babe +See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me +As Long As You Keep It Real +Whatevers On Yo Mind +Speak On How You Feel +Stay Truthful to me +And Never Lie To Me +And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets +No Matter Wutever +Boy u see dat i have changed yea well if u dont then i'll explain c i'll give up this fame cuz im ready 2 walk the ale and have the preacher change my name. yea now wats happein weezy wats happein weezy u know u need 2role wit the baddest chick weezy n everytime i c u i get so weak weezy like... thats my weezy yea i wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2u and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whateverEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +ImagineThat mean I'm ballin' bitch +If ya didn't know, if you wasn't informed +Or somethin' like that, this is Da Drought 3 +And um, check this out +Yeah, imagine wakin' up out ya, sleep to them pistols blastin' +And if the witness is dead there's no trial +If you didn't know then, hoe, well ya know now +And I don't mean basketball, when I say I don't know Yao +Money money money money, boost my morale +Play with my money money money, okay coral +I like a bitch with a Apple Bottom, like Vokal +The top is at my fingertips, like I ain't got no nails +I got blood brothers, bitch, I ain't got no pals +I make a girl get low, like I ain't got no L's +I'ma paper chasin' dog, check my toenails +And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal +More like Brett Favre, just like Brett Favre +I been shot two times, just wipe that off +But I thank you for puttin' me right back, Lord +And to you, Father, I would give my life back for it +That knife, that sword, that gun, that war +Make ya so called soldiers, just run like Gore +Yeah, Frank that is from San Francis +And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees +10 addresses and I dresses +Like I thinks I'm the muthafuckin' best there is +And I'm about to bubble and she catch that fizz +And I'm straight from Clayborne, nigga, just ask Liz +Check ya neck, there ain't a crook like this +From the city where the judge throw the book at kids +Burna in school, in my book bag hid +Talk stupid at lunch and we havin' ya ribs +If you are not home, then we havin' ya kids +And if you can't come up with half, I'll send ya half of ya kid +Back to the board, an extravagant crib +I'm on the toilet watchin' Martin, just laughin' and shit +Don't know why I get high, but I get high +I get high like every single day +We do shit that them other women can't +Mary Jane, what is it you've done to me? +I pop a beat and start rollin' +And then I smoke it like a muthafuckin' stogie +Pete Pye wrote it, I was rappin' to the +Ding-ding-ding-ding, fuck it +Get high, screw the world and that's that +I need all my funds, yeah, all my money, baby +Black diamonds and pearls, believe that +I may bling bling and my chest look like a mural +I'm nuts, just call me Squirrel +My fetish is the girls but the women not the girls +Act your age, not your shoe size, maybe we can do the twirl +I'll be the Prince of a Pearl, tongue, earring in her pearl, tongue +If she come let her girl come, give her a pill, giver her girl, one +Party time, excellent, yup Wayne's World +Campbell's soup on the wrist, just call me Earl +Lil' ma don't shoot 'em, ya heard +I get high my words slur, I start callin' 'em Mirl +Hey Mirl, light that fur +And I know this old, but I'm really hot in hurr +I went with the phantom, my niggas coppin' the spurs +My hands in the pot, I'd rather eat and stir +It's I against the world and I'm strapped, yeah +I bring all my guns, shoot mothers, fathers, babies, damn +Black hand guns to serve, we could see +But we are so blind to the signs, they tryin' to lose the world +And we will walk right up with our guns +Yup, hand in hand, yeah +We'll march right after the drum +But I don't need no bandEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +ShadesYMCMB +I'm so twisted +Mack! +Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters +Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter +I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt +Bitch Im on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked +Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pu +That bitch go pu +That bitch go pu +Got-Got a silencer on the gun +That bitch go pu +Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too + +Verse 1: Mack Maine +Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell em hoes I'm about it +These niggas sweet, a bunch of fucking brownies +The fuck youre talking about, bitch Im a G like a thousand +Im on my one two, and bitch Im still counting +You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems +My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out 'em +You dont want that, homie +Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger fuck nina, she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning (Nigga) +We so fucking cold, young money, money old +Life is full of choices and your bitch chose (Nigga) +Im so Holley Grove, f-fuck them other niggas +And if the gun's strong I'll paint a fucking picture +Nigga You know what Im on, a bag of that strong +Nigga You know where Im going,(Bitch)im going, going, gone! +Nigga holler at your boy, I-I dont give a fuck +Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you niggas up +Mack! +[hook] Lil wayne +Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters +Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter +I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt +Bitch Im on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked +Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pu +That bitch go pu +That bitch go pu +Got-Got a silencer on the gun +That bitch go pu +Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too + +Verse 2: Birdman +Just a third world gangsta, been filthy, top ranker +Hustler, shot caller +Kill 'em all, keep banking +Big mansions on the island +Popping shots out the bottle +Spending cause were winning +Five star, money, and power! +Hunting while we stunting (Bitch), triggerman hood rich +Built on some solid shit, bad bitch born rich +Chandelier (Shit), marble full of bricks +Turn water into wine, hit your set and paint that bitch +O-O-Out the Bentley with them doves, stashes for the plug +Greeny red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club +Bossing on the shine, we the niggas running shit +Blood to blood-line, pearl white black tints +Head light, red light, spend them at the green light +Flash light, fast life, hit 'em for a cheap price +Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice +Point blank aim (Nigga), give ah fuck about the price +[Hook] lil wayne +Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters +Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter +I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt +Bitch Im on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked +Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pu +That bitch go pu +That bitch go pu +Got-Got a silencer on the gun +That bitch go pu +Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too + +Verse 3: Lil Wayne +Bitch Im from New Orleans +Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty +And I come from Hollygrove +That bitch is wild as a safari +I go stupid, I go retarded +The grass is greener in my garden +Swagger meaner than the warden +Pow pow pow I ain't with arguing, hah +Leave a nigga leaking +If you scared go see the deacon +Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin +Got a buncha bitches tweaking +To tell me all of their secrets +And if I get in that pussy +Im on her walls like graffiti +You's dead pita bread, you're a fed ass nigga +Im on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga +Fuck Fucking with Lil Tunechi get your head smashed nigga +Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash nigga +And it's . party time excellent waynes world +Party time excellent Waynes world +Tonight im probably fucking another nigga girl +Party time excellent Waynes world +[hook] lil wayne +Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters +Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter +I dont drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt +Bitch Im on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked +Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go pu +That bitch go pu +That bitch go pu +Got-Got a silencer on the gun +That bitch go pu +Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do tooEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Oh Yea[Lil Wayne] +Young mula +Cash money mafia, (yea!) +Weed and syrup + +[Lil Wayne] +It's weezy baby, (who?) +Strapped like the navy, (what) +Ridin' wit a half a brick strapped to her baby, (ok) +I be getting money, run a lap if you lazy, (yea) +Grand daddy purp got me trapped like mazes, (oww!) +Bunch of diamond chains lookin' like a bunch of lasers (yea) +Understand I'm sharper than a fuckin' hellraiser, (raiser) +Bad yellow bitch on my sidekick pager +You know it's goin' down like down goes Frazier, ya dig? (A!) +Yes, and I be wit mid west chubby +But I'm from the dirty, keep it dirty like I'm playin' rugby, (ha) +Bitch ride me like a old school huffy, (what?) +Let me see you work your mouth like a fuckin' guppie, (go head) +My leather softer than brand new pair of hush puppies +My top will leave if I decide to hit the punch button, (hit it) +It's young weezy, how could I ever quit stuntin'? +Get mad, I'mma get money + +[Hook 2x] +You getting' money? oh yea +You got them hundreds? oh yea +You roll around witcha pockets all chubby? oh yea +You stay fly? oh yea +You that guy? oh yea +You that dude we can call for them pies? oh yea +[Juelz Santana] +A! Dipset +Skull gang +Haha + +[Juelz Santana] +Juelz baby +They see me and start cheerin +Rockstar like Santana Van Halen, yea +Burn em wit the nina +Hot head, nickname fever +Ya bitch, I Turner/Turn her like Tina, haha +Booty in the air, then I bump her like speakers +Then I get right back to puffin' my reefer, (A!) +Yes, yes I'm coke supplyin' +Best pitcher on the mound since Nolan Ryan, (ha) +I got that cheap blow +Heavyweight, I sell snow by the ski slope... come and get some +And the cars got engines like speed boats +Throw dough away like tickets to a free show, (uh) +You outside getting' re-poed, (whoa) +I'm bein' watched under the law, I'm rico (A!) +And all the chicks come to me for wood like Home Depot +I shine, you just a little star, you twinkle, (twinkle) +We make it rain for real, ya'll just sprinkle +We shut down ya hydrant, aight then (A!) +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gd Up[Intro: Lil Wayne] + +Wake your punk ass up for the two double oh five brother +Young Money, the future + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Hot boy in the building +Rock hard, hard rock hard body got it in the ceiling, yeah +I got burners in the basement money in the mattress +Yo look at their faces, taste it +Yeah I'm nasty right +But my bapes so clean and white look like there's no laces +But I'm not your cow +So I dont walk around with my tongue out +Got a little dough +So I can't walk around with my gun out +So I keep my gun in +Waitin for you to come in +I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo +Hey stop lookin at me, hater +Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you" +Now look at us, and if you is I bet you lookin up +How I come with Young Money in the clutch, like Mike +Make me take your lunch money or brunch and your punch +Its Weezy Church! +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater +Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake +And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out +Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer +We G'd Up +We G'd Up +You know we G'd Up +We G'd Up +You know we + +[Verse 2: Curren$y] + +It ain't a secret I got my cake up +My rims so big girls checkin their make-up in them +Yeah, the watchband on my Jacob the same color as my bapesters +Harder than from Japan and I'm fittin to change my name to "You-the-Man" +Cause when I ride by girls tell me "You the man" +Yeah, Curren$y the hot spitter yes I am +Rockin the white polo and a pair of plaid pants +I'm on the block in fly boy stance with my argyle socks and my white and green stans +Yeah, thats Adidas homie +I'm chasin this paper cause I need this money +Left one of my girls alone, she's so lonely +Don't even want to eat no more, she gettin' boney +Yeah, haters see me and say "He's so phoney" +Cause I left the price tag on my eveets with woodey +[Hook: Lil Wayne] + +Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater +Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake +And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out +Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer +We G'd Up +We G'd Up +You know we G'd Up (Im G'd up homie) +We G'd Up (Maine for President) +You know we (Lets get it) + +[Verse 3: Mack Maine] + +I'm tryna cop a house in the East for my shop uptown +Ride up Apple and E and pop uptown +When the time cats run and hide upton +When I'm on tour the only time I'm not uptown +Now don't be wiggin off that E and get F'd up +Thinkin that you're G'd up boy you better ease up +We bleed the hood, the hood bleed us +But every time we hit the hood, the people hollerin out "Jesus" +Become lil nasty, product of his environment +Micky Dees firin, the postal wasn't hirin +Everyday the boy went to sleep to the sirens +And them people swingin round here and they inquirin +Who that is supplyin all that love? +I wouldn't of crept but I was hollerin out "What up blood" +When your relative when I was hollenin "What up cuz" if necessary +My pa was a beast, its hereditary, chyea +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Well I was just ridin in my city ain't stoppin for a hater +Make that get off my face if you ain't talkin about cake +And if you're talkin to my boys get ya brains blowed out +Like the top of every car we probably drive this summer +We G'd Up +We G'd Up +You know we G'd Up +We G'd Up +You know we + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Young Money +(Young Money boy) +Young Money +(Young Money boys we so fly) +We the Future +(Cash Money boy) +(Cash Money boy) +Well I was Just +Young Maine, Mack Mack Maine +The Hot Spitta, The Hot The Hot Spitta +Wizzle F. Baby, please say the baby +If not +(haha) +Shut Up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Walk It OutDrought 3 +Look +I bought it out like stunna +I hope when we kiss we make u sick to yo stomach +Stunning like my daddy +And yo momma eat rubbers +I bet i can do da mouf 2 mouf with yo woman +My house is a dungeon +Yellow diamond ring lookin like a little funyon +Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunin +Touchin up my flows like a nigga do construction +Da microfone wet cuz my words like seduction +N when we on the jet you dnt come up on da discussion +And if you say you ballin we prolly dont trust ya +I know freakin hoes dat prolly dnt f**k ya +Even if you pay em boy they prolly won't f**k ya +Only if i say dat she can touch ya like busta +Then she might touch ya +And burn ya like usher +Me n my click we red like blush +I shit these rappers out and sometimes i forget 2 flush ya +Grand daddy purp or bubble kush crush ya +Explode in a bitch mouf like a gusher +Cash money young money +Check da production +I am just a martian +Get prepared for abduction +Haha +Haha + +Uuum... +I walk it out like crutches +2 girls jump me like double dutchers +My nigga t-streets know a girl named dutches +And everytime we see her in da streets she b cussin +I told em he should wave da black flag cuz she buckin +He said the pussy good + +He said ya digg +So i dugg em +Im lookin for a real bad bitch wit a husband +I give em a whole lotta dick +And a whole lot of nuttin +Im spittin like i stumbled on a gold pot of sumthin +And when i was 6 i saw my rolemodel hustlin +So i gotta hustle +These rappers talkin bout a whole lot of nuttin +You drop me on saturday i sold out on sunday +F**k is da argue bout +Nigga da carter out +This is what i call da drought....3 +N we dont walk it out +We drop top porch it out +They better walk em out +Before we chalk em out +We chalk it out (x7) +We chalk em out +They dnt want it na uh +No they dnt want it na uh +You see they frontin im not +Oh yeah they frontin im not +I east side walk it out +I bring New Orleans out +I am a saints fan +Oh yea you know we marchin out +Like were a saints band +I play the organs now +And if they talk +Most likely im what they talkin bout +My nigga t from da east roll out dat forest now +Man im just tryin 2 get my peanuts im like charlie brown +Ok da uzi make dat holy sound +Take 2 of these and walk around +Come straight from that homeless town it -- belong to carter now +BitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life of Mr. Carter (Demo)[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +Uh, what's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson +You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons +Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices," woah + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +What's sharper, spikes or Mr. Carter? +I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor +I pile up the swishers, roll 'em tight like UnderArmour +Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas +I got... + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson +You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons +Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices," woah + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +What's sharper, spikes or Mr. Carter? +I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor +I pile up the swishers, roll 'em tight like UnderArmour +Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas +I got homies from the old school and we been lost our diplomas +Got some hoes from California and they shit smell like begonia's +Got a bone to pick, I'm boneless, that's a bonus +Tim Duncan, Tony Parker, pop up at the spur of the moment, how you want it? +When in Hell, I'm a Roman; head on fire, I'm a comet +Heat up out my abdomen, and you know it +Man I'm all about my business, business handle business for me +I know you know life's a bitch, I turned her to a business woman, mind your business +I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter? +Should I call you Mystery? Because I'm right here to solve you +If you start to smell fear or fright, I sprayed it on you" +I made it, I made it with you, you hate it, I made it, on you +You know the streets talk, my nigga, I made 'em argue +Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you +I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy, do they enjoy you? +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? Yeah, uh +What's shorter, life or Mr. Carter? Haha" +I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter? +School or Mr. Carter? Rules or Mr. Carter? +Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter? +Judge or Mr. Carter? Mr. Carter, huh?" + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +What's harder, love or Mr. Carter? +Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal +Shit, what's wrong or right? And what's the order? +I know this AK will get shit right and fix the toilet +I'll be a-okay as long as my wife could cook a quarter +The type of shit I won't take for granted, need the marble +See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber +If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us +Lil Tune, aka no cartoon, no Hanna-Barbera +I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cater-cornered +And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard +But I'm nauseous from my ups-and-downs and back-and-forwards +Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on you +Throw a five in the air for C5 like, "Hi, how are you?" +Shit, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter? +The world is on my shoulder, I shrug to get it off from 'em, shit +What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water +Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures +Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion? Woah +What's harder, death or Mr. Carter? +Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder? +I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter? +Shit get hard, but I'm a termite to turmoil" +What's easier, to change diapers or back to normal? +Times are changing like Father Time just lost his father +What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow? +Or to propose and get "I don't know"? I don't know +[Outro: Christina Milian] +What's harder than being Mrs. Carter? +What's harder than being Mrs. Carter? +What's harder than being Mrs. Carter? +What's harder than being Mr. Carter? +Uh, what's harder than being Mr. Carter? +What's harder than being Mr. Carter? +What's harder than being Mr. Carter? +What's harder than being Mr. Carter? +Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Around the Way GirlOkay I saw you at the bus stop +You had on a halter top +And your mini skirt +And your Dooney and your Bourke +So I turn around and scooped you +Hit you with that toot toot +Like do you need a ride +Like do you need a ride + +Because I know where you're from +You're from where I'm from +And I'm with you girl +I know you girl +I like you girl +I want you and I'm from where you're from +And I'm cool with your mom +And I like you girl +I want you girl +I'm with you girl +I'm for you girl + +[Chorus] +You're my around the way girl, oh +You're my around the way girl, oh oh +You're my around the way girl, oh +You're my around the way girl, oh oh +I saw you at the Benz lot +In that new Benz drop +Lookin' at that Benz drop +So I brought you that Benz drop +And now you in that new coupe +Hit me with that toot toot +Like girl I need a ride +Like girl I need a ride + +Because you know where I'm from +I'm from where you're from +And I'm with ya girl +I know you girl +I like you +I want you and you're from where I'm from +And your cool with my mom +And I know you +I like you +I'm with you +I'm for you girl + +[Chorus] +You're my around the way girl, oh +You're my around the way girl, oh oh +You're my around the way girl, oh +You're my around the way girl, oh oh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On the Block #2Woman: +Wassup shorty you still hangin round this bitch huh? + +Dude: +Man i told you i gotta do me shorty, say, wassup wit all dem people round there? + +Woman: +Man i told you them niggas was wiggin off dem pills round here + +Dude: +Who dat? + +Woman: +Man they left old boy leakin last night + +Dude: +What boy was this? + +Woman: +Man you know that bitch used to be swingin round tha block in all them whips, bitch thinkin he stunna and shit + +Dude: +Man ain't that cold? what you bout to get into? + +Woman: +Man i'm gonna listen to tha carter ii f**k this bullshit +Dude:EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money in Da Bank[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Benjamin Franklin, I adore you +If it ain't about money baby, I ignore you +I gotta keep the car running, I get oil +Destination quite far, But i'ma get there for you +Yea, are we there yet? Hopping off the clear jet +Rocks got my neck scratched, ice got my ears wet +Dice game, big benz, tell that nigga spend his ho +Drop a hundred-thousand on the diamond, what we livin' fo +Shit why we hustlin'? Nigga why you buggin'? +My money like PMS, shit come monthly +Here come your woman, with all that lustin' +Bitch all on a nigga bread like mustard +Bitch all in a nigga bed like covers +Bitch go down, so low like shovels +I'm just tryin' to get it all together like a puzzle +Birdman jr, more money than muscle + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Finger nails still smell like plastic +Rubber band marks on the wrist is a habit +Rubber grip Glock protect me like a bandage +Tell your girlfriend, I got a log for a cabin +Tell your boyfriend, I'm a dawg he a rabbit +Bitch I got stashes, from the mattress to the attic +And we smoke patches of the cabbage, dramatic +Tell the weed-man, that I'm a fuckin' fanatic +Mama up in the traffic, trunk full of the package +If she make it to me, i'ma make the ho an actress +Maxin' Relaxin' hiding behind the glasses +I have your family, ridin' behind the casket +Murder capital, bitch it's time for some action +Niggas want peace, but we give them ho's a fraction +-Of the murder rate, Don't be a part of the percentage +Now break me off my penny, you piggy +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +(Yeah, i'm so good) +If I ain't gettin' dough, then I'm probably dead baby +The grass gotta grow, the bears gotta be fed +Don't come near the cage, if you ain't got no bread +We ain't nothing but a gang, and i'm the honcho head +I ain't never had nothing, but some money to turn to +Some bitches to toss up, some weed to burn through +If this real shit, then this don't concern you +The days of my life, i'm just free to journal +Thumbing through the pages, i'm tryin' to learn you +It's hot down south, keep your heat in the thermal +It might be a surprising cuz the shit ain't normal +Man the shit just terrible, but the shit ain't changing +Look how one band [...] make the changes +The city wiped out, now the city famous +But Lil Wayne is the city's angel +Guess who's remaining after all that drainage + +Weezy... Baby... (bitch)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dec. 4 (Freestyle)[Verse 1] +The people asking me ''Wayne, what's crackalacking''? I can't kid +I ain't smelling out my ass, mama, I ain't shit +But you can't tell my mama that I ain't the shit +And if you talk about my mama bet I'm all in your shit +All of the things go to my mama cause she brought me in this +And ever since I never miss her, never called in sick +I go to work, I don't quit, mama taught me this +''You go berserk for that crib, baby boy, don't slip'' +I'll murk you for them chips and make Frito Lay +I'm trying to come up on the fortress, split it 3-4-ways +Hey - Mama say ''don't let 'em see your page'' +Don't let 'em copy you off your paper, let 'em see yo' ok +And you ain't gotta do nothing but be your age +But mama how can I? I will be so paid +She kept me with money, I keep her with money, she like +"Long as you investin' in something," I'm invested in her +I got my weight up + +[Verse 2] +Pops passed, I had to get off my ass +Had to put it in little bags and get off my grass +Nigga coming at me sharp my ass +I'm just trying to play my part like Cass', smart like Taz +I used to carry off-white like cash +Now I tote handguns like bags +Ain't too much changed +Still pitch and give 'em a split or a change up +I never up and change, I just get my change up +I'm greasy with the game, Joe Casey gave me, I'm an animal +And niggas hate me like rabies +But niggas taste this and lick nuts like ladies +I get ape quick and hit up like I get +I deflate the game and insert my dick +That mean I fuck the game so fuck the game +I grind to the money, say fuck the game +Man, niggas wonder why I got out, I won the game +I'm a champion +[Verse 3] +And when I got paid I gave back what I owed +So don't be mad when you see me in the Maybach or the Rolls +Making haters taste crack when I'm attacking the roads +Sitting so far back with the seat I'm in the trunk with the coke +You know what's under the seat, I got the Combat 4 +Gave a nigga one, bet he don't come back no more +Nope - it's Weezy F and the 'F' is for flow +I spit blood on a track, call me Dracula dough +I get it sacking, act like I came back from coke +Not guilty or Jesus, let rabbit go +Wow, that's my daddy if ya'll ain't know +And I love him with every second my hard day go +Buck - remember when the bullet caught lil' bro? +Who you think got that blood up off that flo'? +Who you think made that boy come off so cold? +How you think that young boy come off so old? +I miss you pops1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Get InYeah +Young Money +Ladies and Gs +O +Young Mula Baby +Omarion +I dont got the braids +Lil girl got my grown on +Had her sincs the label young money money long long +I be so LA, got my chucks and my Locs on +I was MIA in MIA superman on +I know i got it, i know she on it +I know you see it +I know she want it +She got that cali good +And she kinda hood +She got me policing and wishing that a nigga would +Lil mama got her back right +She be skating on it, got a nigga singing flashlight +They be tryin get her but she holding on hella tight +I got that ack rite thats what she like +Chrous +I get it +I get it +I get it +I get it +I get it In +Done with the boys, girl she done find a man now +Ain't no competition, she fumble when it hangs down +Imma show her love love even when my fans right +Get in get in to the music baby tell me how my bang sounds +I know i got it +I know she on it +I know you see it +I know she want it +She go that cali good +And she kinda hood +She got me policing and wishing that a nigga would +Lil mama got her back right +She be skating on it, got a nigga singing flashlight +They be tryin get her but she holding on hella tight +I got that ack rite thats what she like +[Chorus] +Lil Wayne +Uh, fresh out my Bugatti, Polo on my body +Im jumpin in this shit like a pogo on a potty +So she come and talk to me like Casey, JoJo, and Devante +I say hi my name is Weezy and I know you know Omarion +Haha, I get it in like parking spots +And they say money talk, so dont ask me why I talk a lot +Girl Ill kiss your softest spot, Ill buy your apartment out +Actually I just bought a house, I get it in and walk em out +I done got the dreads braided up, hair long long +And Im with a redbone, that dont want leave her thong on +Its too big, its too wide, it won't fit +But I get it inEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +When I Go[Hook: x2] +No more lying friends +Mourning tragic ends +Know they do pretend +They won't go when I go + +[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +Come on home biscuit for man's sake +No more fake hugs and handshakes +Stand straight +You sweeter than a pancake +Me, I'm tryin get that green like the landscape +That's for my team in region eight +See what I gotta say can't wait +I demand cake +Gotta eat, keep the family straight +They all holding out they hands and plates, yeah +Wayne's from a place called hollygrove +From the bottom of the globe +Area code 504 +Be hero joe and I zero in +With the eagle when there be no him +Ion need no help +Ion need no homie +Ion need no buddy +Nigga I got money +Nigga I got heart to go along with the guns +Call me weezy f. baby +I be by myself when I come yeah +[Hook:] +No more lying friends +(yeah, yeah) +Mourning tragic ends +(ion need em, ion need em) +Know they do pretend +(ion love em, ion trust em) +They won't go when I go +(so motherfuck em, I was born by myself with my dick in my hand) no more lying friends +(with my mind on the million dollar plan) mourning tragic ends +(now baby you are looking at the million dollar man) know they do pretend +(and I'm a die alone, so alone I stand) they won't go when I go + +[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] +(I feel you nigga) +Dudes that never spoke to me now wanna speak (beat it) +Girls that never said a word now wanna creep (beat it) +Guys that never ran with me now wanna be (what) the only passenger in my coop with two seats +Damn, what is it homes +You boys breast soft and fake, I can feel the silicone (yep) you all a bunch of pamela andersons +Me, a family man, I take care of the family man (ya dig) and it seems like my day one niggas ain't actin like day one niggas (uh un), I ain't change I just came up niggas (yep) and trust me when I say I ain't put the streets down or them thangs up nigga +Bring the phantom through the hood, I ain't frontin on ya'll +Just tryna let you know it's bigger than the corner my dog +I ain't playin basketball, but I'm ballin for sure +Now back to the money +Catch me when I come off tour +Fuck em +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] +The rims may offend you on the shit I slide into +Fuck you +Send you to the desert, tell ya be cool +Uh um, hold on the pistols +Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo +Sittin in the corner lookin like a owner +Talkin to the owner, yeah my price gone up +All in the strip club, never get a boner +Only get hard for doe, I'm homer, and you're a simpson and I'm a pimp son and she ain't comin to the crib til her friend come +We gettin money over here you need to get some +Out comes the cold steel for my income +[Juelz Santana] +Out comes the cold steel for my victims +Born alone, die alone, but you could die with em +Cars white and sexy like Nicole Kidman +Bad chick by my side, video vixen +Might fly to L.A. just to shop at Kitson +Thousand dollar hoodies I'm pickin up about 15 +That's about 15 thousand +I'm trickin zero on bitches +Zero +Zavosky crystals, great china wall +My money run longer than the great china wall +And my pockets is mediterranean sea deep +So keep plottin and prayin to get me +Come onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Living Legend Interlude[Lil Wayne Talking] +Whats poppin'? Whaddup 5? +The problem with me is i believe in you too much +Whoo! Ya heard me? We in this bitch +Uh.. I dont really consider myself a living legend +Because uh... Sometimes legends arent true +So... And sometimes i dont even feel like im living +So... To answer the question about what it is to be a living legend +Uh! Honestly i wouldn't know +But what it is to be Lil Wayne; its amazin' its awesome +I wouldn't give it up for the world +Ya dig?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +D-Boyz[Intro] +I got Spitta hot Spitta in the building with me mane +Who ever thought he'd be chilling with me mane +And since he make millions with me mane +Come on make millions with me + +[Hook] +Cause I tote, and I bang +Police try to stop but they can't +So fuck the law, nigga and fuck the po' +I thug vicious bitch I'm from Hollygrove +Who that is? Weezy F. Baby +Please say the baby +Please, baby, please say the baby +Please, baby, please say the baby +Please say the baby + +[Verse] +I'm a Hollygrove nigga got the 17th in me +Pussy ass niggas bring the 17th out me +If ever he doubt me, he could do better +Prolly leaping off a mountain +Turning the gun around and skeet-skeeting in your mouth and +South man, outstanding flow +Ready for the drama like Knots Landing hoe +Bada-bam-bing hoe +Weezy do his thing hoe +You don't need Websters to know what the bling-bling for +Checking in the Four Seasons gotta have a neat hoe +Cause I'm a neat freak and mama she freak me +Mama a freaknik like 1993 +And like she probably be the wife that you go to sleep with +Holla at me on some creep shit +I be like, I don't feel like fucking but I could do ya sweet lips +I'm running through my box of Sweets I need some more Tez +Cash Money, Young Money that's more cash +[Talking] +Chyea, chyea, this is a dedication to the streets +The gangstas, the hood, the fallen soldiers +To the down ass chicks that keep it in the slums +You smell that? + +[DJ Drama] +Big shouts to Hollygrove +Can't forget Magnolia Projects + +[Lil Wayne] +It's Gangsta Grillz you bastardsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Real Nigga Anthem[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Mic check +Turn me up in my headphones +I can't hear myself at all +Yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And this is a real nigga anthem +This is a real nigga's standards +I am like one of the last ones +'Cause most of the real niggas passing +And most of the real niggas laughing +'Cause most of you lil niggas dancing +Most of my lil niggas jacking +Ain't too many real niggas rapping +I am like one of the last ones +Most of these lil niggas acting +Well you tell them niggas I said "Action" +See most of you lil niggas trappin' +Most of the real niggas traffic +See this is a real nigga's standards +This is a real nigga anthem + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Most of the real niggas vanished +Now all of you lil niggas stranded +And most of you lil niggas panic +And all of the real niggas dandy +All of you lil niggas candy +All of you lil niggas Bambi +And all of my lil niggas bandits +Take all of you lil niggas' candy +All my bitches enchanted +They got fannies and never wear panties +See all of your bitches is nannies +They wear panties that look like their grannies' +Most of my bitches speak Spanish +They be tanning and cook when I'm famished +Your bitches got bad understanding +She can't even make you a sandwich +All of my niggas is family +All of my niggas is packing +So if one of you lil niggas yacking +All of my niggas attacking +See most of the real niggas absent +'Cause most come out jail and go back in +Me, I'm a walking attraction +And 'cause I'm like one of the last ones +Ayy, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And this is a real nigga anthem +This is a real nigga's standards +I am like one of the last ones +'Cause most of the real niggas passing +And most of the real niggas laughing +'Cause most of you lil niggas dancing +Most of my lil niggas jacking +Ain't too many real niggas rapping +I am like one of the last ones +Most of these lil niggas acting +Well you tell them niggas I said "Action" +See most of you lil niggas trappin' +Most of the real niggas traffic +See this is a real nigga's standards +This is a real nigga anthem + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Bricks on deck, sticks on deck +Need a fix +Fix on deck, fix on deck +Hitting licks +Licks for check, yeah licks for check +Take a risk for a check +As long as it's for a check +Real niggas standard +[Verse 2: Capo] +Damn, the boy done took me off the corner +And put me in position forever better, forever loyal +Took this traffic 'cross the border, still sipping muddy waters +And ain't shit changed, it's like my conversation starter +Damn right that [?] mixing good with kush aroma +Ain't got no 9 to 5, we slang that work with no diploma +Had walked inside spot, they treat me like I'm the one that own it +This bad yellow ting, yeah she resemble [?] +Spend a week of in Manhattan, never scamming, no advancements +No one's bragging, it's deeper than rabbit +And this music just my passion +Then I fly in the sky Miami just to change the scenery +[?] and Tunchi-Lee +Respect the game of Big Man Ting + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ain't too many real niggas rapping +I am like one of the last ones +Most of these lil niggas acting +Well you tell them niggas I said "Action" +See most of you lil niggas trappin' +Most of the real niggas traffic +See this is a real nigga's standards +This is a real nigga anthem +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Bricks on deck, sticks on deck +Need a fix +Fix on deck, fix on deck +Hitting licks +Licks for check, yeah licks for check +Take a risk for a check +As long as it's for a check +Keep the chips in check +Real niggas standard +And this is a real nigga anthem +This is a real nigga's standards +I am like one of the last ones +And this is a real nigga anthem +This is a real nigga's standards +I am like one of the last ones +Most of the real niggas passing +And most of the real niggas... +This is a real nigga anthem +This is a real nigga's standards +Mula2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Uh Oh (feat. Ja Rule)Murder Inc., nigga +(Young Money just crept in like, uh-ohhh!) +Mpire, Mpire, lets get ?em +Young Money, Cash Money, Calabo +Listen, listen + +All my niggas, my bitches, my bitches, my niggas +My gangstas, hoes, pimps and pushers +Keep workin? with what we dealin? +Nigga gettin? it, got money, we takin? it +Got bitches, we takin? ?em + +Empire just stepped in and they like +Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! +Hit it and go, oh oh, uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! +?'cause they know we gettin? it, got money, we takin? it +Got bitches we takin? ?em, Mpire just stepped in +(Fuck niggas) + +Uh-ohhh! uh uh, uh-ohhh! Here I, go, oh oh oh +It?s the Rule, nigga, you already know, oh +I'm gettin? it, I don't gotta talk ?'cause I'm livin? it +Money over bitches, period, and I'm dead serious + +These bitches is feminine, nigga +So I t-t-touch ?em up every time I see ?em, are you feelin? it? +I-I-It?s comin? through the barrel or the fifth +Out the sunroof of the six +I-I-If you willin? to bear witness, how I take money, take bitches +Niggas is fascinated with the kid, love my style +Your bitch too would be on a dick if you let her come out +Quit hand cuffin? these hoes + +My pimp game proper, I'm a pistol popper +Fuck around and get shot up, my niggas all riders +My bitches all done up +Fuck, I know ya'll niggas hate to love us but + +All my niggas, my bitches, my bitches, my niggas +My gangstas, hoes, pimps and pushers +Keep workin? with what we dealin? +Nigga gettin? it, got money, we takin? it +Got bitches, we takin? ?em + +Empire just stepped in and they like +Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! +Hit it and go, oh oh, uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! +?'cause they know we gettin? it, got money, we takin? it +Got bitches we takin? ?em, Mpire just stepped in + +Uh-ohhh! You did it +Now you gotta get it, weezy ?fore it?s in your building +I will step on your building from the steps of my building +Raise hell, hell?s risen, call me young Raekwon +I'm a chef in hell's kitchen +Flow sweet as devils food, I eat angels for dinner +Call me what you want, I don't give a finger in the middle +I?ma hold it down and blow up my anchor as the missile +When I say we got the brrr I ain't tryna whistle + +Long body Maybach, it make me feel so little +I'm ballin? on the suckers and I won't pick up my dribble +Retarded on these beats, sick, I spit hospitals +And she couldn't stand under my umbrella if it drizzled + +My pimp game proper, my aim proper +So run and I will hit you like Jeremiah +Trotter Yessir, call me young Carter +My leather so soft and I be stuntin? like my daughter, ya dig + +Yup, yup, I d-d-dig it but our jewelry's so fitted +Damn hot, damn, bitches with the Atkins, Carter +And Crocker like we don't make that crack outta real butter +Now d-d-did I s-s-stutter the first time, nigga, it?s nah + +They like uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! This nigga is trouble +It?s the Inc, nigga, act like you know +Who's gettin? it, livin? this gangsta shit + +All my niggas, my bitches, my bitches, my niggas +My gangstas, hoes, pimps and pushers +Keep workin? with what we dealin? +Nigga gettin? it, got money, we takin? it +Got bitches, we takin? ?em +Empire just stepped in and they like +Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! +Hit it and go, oh oh, uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! +?'cause they know we gettin? it, got money, we takin? it +Got bitches we takin? ?em, Mpire just stepped in + +Murder Inc., nigga +(Young Money just crept in like, uh-ohhh!) +Mpire, MpireEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hustle Hard(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle) + +[Chorus] +Same old shit, just a different day +Out here tryna get it, each and every way +Momma need a house +Baby need some shoes +Times are getting hard +Guess what I'mma do + +Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard +Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard +Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard + +Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard +Big bank in my pocket +Double up with my profit +See this shit than I cop it +Gimme that there and than drop it +Homie, hold up with my mojo +Peep the whip and the logo +24's and they low pro +I bet she fucking, I know so +Nigga ain't no doubt about it +Riding round with that rocket +Load it up and I cock it +Send bout a couple off in your nog +And hear them 808's and they knocking +Whole club and they rocking +Rose in them buckets +All my homies up in here vibing +Nigga big shit in my household +Real niggas I die for +Creeping off in that Tahoe +All about that ? +Nigga don't stop the party +We be getting gnarley +Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley +This is the same old shit +[Chorus] +I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes +'Cause I got ten jah and ten om's +I don't leave the crib without my chrome +I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone +Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes +I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes +I used to stunt my black card for my new broads +Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh +The ? Aston, I did that too +Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues +I'm an empire, you a little boy +Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy +Where the flip did I get that paper +Shades on I can't see you haters +Taking off when I see you later +I-I-I hustle paper + +[Chorus] +Okay now, all I know is hustle +Get it off the muscle +Block is my attire +Keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga +I be going hard, bitch I'm going hard +I just hit the mall +You just swipe the card +I'm with a couple latin broads +I just do menage +Fuck you other guys +Pussy telling lies +Homie, free my nigga AG +Fuck you niggas pay me +Swagging in my saline +Two door coupe Mercedes +I am too much for you buster's +Bitches I don't trust em +Fuck em once, I fuck em +Lust em never love em +They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper +Make my bitches stomp her +Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it +Drive it, bet I own it +Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it +That's wording to my mother +Gotta get it one way or another +I put that on my brother +I'm out here on the come up +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Street Life[Verse 1] +Comin' home when your Daddy go to work +Three phones and my pagers go berzerk +I'm talkin' birds like Dooney and Bourke +I'm talkin' work, enough to make you a clerk +Rubber bands, hard plates (what else?) big spoons +That whip got the plug out in mid June +Early July, I'm early like the bird that fly +Even Martin got a piece of that pie +I Eddie Murphy laugh at nigga, throw that piece in the sky +Drop the top on the Mercy, and bench streets with my tires +Make it dance like Percy, kids they on the sidewalk +Used to stash weed in my momma's Buick Skylark +I talk only full prices, negotiation +Rumination, fuck the police station +And if you got any association, then murder all close relation +Street life + +[Verse 2] +Grocery bags on the counter, no grocery store +Couldn't fit a half a mil in the Gucci tote +Hit the lights, watch the roaches say "good night" +Stomp twice, say goodbye to the mice +Cook nice with a little bit of slice +And watch them dope fiends put that fire to that ice +Surely that dog's tail wag, it will bite +Man I'm just trynna get my scratch on these lice +When I was young, I had a flag on my bike +And then I went and got them mags on my bike +Momma don't wait up for me, I lost a bundle runnin' from the cops +Gotta get that makeup money, hey +I say I gotta get Nae-Nae lunch money +I say I gotta get Nae-Nae lunch money +It's Hollygrove till they bury me cold +Who's to say if they gon' bury me old? +I live that street life +[Verse 3] +Back to the struggle, born trouble +Like trynna find strength in a torn muscle +Young as scum, Daddy gone +But youngin' run the streets till he pull the gun +Pull they arm, all-all black hoodie on +Talibon strapped with the gat like a bomb +Red storm, handkerchief head on +Fuck around and them bees swarm, be calm +Better know what street you on +Don't you come on Eagle, are you Evel Knievel? +Crackheads got pipes and pistols +Now run up on that crackhead and fight the pistol +This is the street, nigga eat +Where the birds don't tweet, the birds go cheap +And niggas don't sleep, you may have heard of MLK +But I know a gang of niggas with they own street +Street lifeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wayne Explains His DealAlright so the streets want to know what's Wayne's situation? [?]. They had a lot of rumors, speculations, that I would be going to another record company. Preferable, the Roc, Def Jam, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter. Jiggaman No, why? Cause I was, yahearinme? But I was still on the [?], yahearinme? With [?] on it, yahearinme? But I said, Imma just, ride it out, yahearinme? And see what - and see what I can do, yahearinme? And so then I figured "Know, Imma go with the Roc. Imma go by Jay". And Jay was tryna help me. He was really trying, he was like "Dude whenever you get out your situation, I'm here, I'm here. Whatever you need, I'm here". It's like believe that. Then all the sudden I gets a call from Universal and they like "Hey". They wasn't talking no - I couldn't even understand what they're talking about. They were talking about, millions and stuff. Those were I ain't ever heard of, yahearinme? So I was like "Dayyyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum" and I was like "Believe that" and so, yahearinme? In reality of it all, I got - I got some more time over here. I ain't finished doing what I was doing. So, what Weezy's doing? Finishing up. You motherfuckers still stay - stay in focusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nothing Nice[Intro] +808 Mafia + +[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] +Roll up the Mochi (Mochi) +Puff in the back, I'm low-key (Low-key) +Cut it, cut it like O.T. (O.T.) +Dunk on your bitch like Kobe (Kobe) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Dunk on your bitch like Bron Bron (Bron Bron) +Lil bitch throw back like Sean John (Sean John) +Dolla bounce back like Sean Don (Sean Don) + +[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing (It's nothing) +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing (It's nothing) +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing, yeah (It's nothing, yeah) +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing, yeah + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, Lil Tunechi nothing nice +Pull up on your lil' bitch in that ghost, she come to life +Yeah, private plane, masseuses on the flight +We on our way to Houston +Straight to Houston for them pints, oh +Your main bitch my side bitch +Insane lips and side tips +She drain it, she dry it, ok +She drink it, that's vibrant +She think it, that's awkward +Go anal, that's hybrid, ok-k-k +You ain't lit to fire me +We ain't even thinking, we bring this to scientists +Propane and butane drip +That can only mean that Lil Tunechi hit a fire lick +These niggas acting that's all +We got some films to make +I met the devil today +He did not know what the hell to say +Momma told me, don't say nothing at all +If you ain't got something nice to say +I got something nice to say +I cannot feel my face, oh +[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] +Roll up the Mochi (Mochi) +Puff in the back, I'm low-key (Low-key) +Cut it, cut it like O.T. (O.T.) +Dunk on your bitch like Kobe (Kobe) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Dunk on your bitch like Bron Bron (Bron Bron) +Lil bitch throw back like Sean John (Sean John) +Dolla bounce back like Sean Don (Sean Don) + +[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing (It's nothing) +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing (It's nothing) +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing, yeah (It's nothing, yeah) +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing, yeah + +[Open Verse] + +[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] +Roll up the Mochi (Mochi) +Puff in the back, I'm low-key (Low-key) +Cut it, cut it like O.T. (O.T.) +Dunk on your bitch like Kobe (Kobe) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Dunk on your bitch like Bron Bron (Bron Bron) +Lil bitch throw back like Sean John (Sean John) +Dolla bounce back like Sean Don (Sean Don) +[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing (It's nothing) +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing (It's nothing) +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing, yeah (It's nothing, yeah) +Nothing nice (Nothing nice) +It's nothing, yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Need Some Quiet TimeMama you wine fine +Mama you, mama you +Mama, mama you wine fine + +We need some quiet time +We need some quiet time +We need some quiet time + +Mama you wine fine +Mama you wine fine +And on the hush hush +We need some quiet time + +I get, I get, I, I, I get so deep in that pussy +I touch the back of your soul +You gotta man, I bet I can make you pack up and roll +Yea, let's ride like we attached to the road +And if we on the same track, I hope we crash and explode + +Yea, where do the passionate go +I beat it up forever, girl I'll take a national oath +Nobody knows what goes on the latch on the door +And if you throw it to me baby, I will catch it and score +Yea, yea + +I beat that, I be right when she call me +She got that shit I just can't avoid +She so addictive and she know that +I do anything that she tell me +I am her personal sex toy +And then I pop the bottle of that Cris +I had a glass, she had a glass +I had a glass, she had a glass, again +Ya know, then she was ready got to it +One time, two times, hit me up +And I take that ass again and I told her + +Mama you wine fine +Mama you, mama you +Mama, mama you wine fine + +We need some quiet time +We need some quiet time +We need some quiet time + +Mama you wine fine +Mama you wine fine +And on the hush hush +We need some quiet time + +I see ya walkin' like the cameras on ya, I love ya back shots +I'm like a crackhead and you got your crack out +See, we got chemistry baby, we like cat and mouse +You blow my brains out, I blow ya back out +Now what is that about? +You got me sweatin' you so hard, I'm 'bout to pass out +And we could do it on the beach, in the grass house +Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house + +Uh huh, I know what I'm doin', I'm on it until the mornin' +Hop on it until it's foamin', I bone it better than homie +I want it better than homie, come get on this pony +I put my name on it, I own it + +That's right, pin ya to the wall, give ya couple of back bites +Give ya couple of thigh bites, then here comes the highlight +I could make ya act right +Take a ten minute break, then get back right +And then I told her + +Mama you wine fine +Mama you, mama you +Mama, mama you wine fine + +We need some quiet time +We need some quiet time +We need some quiet time + +Mama you wine fine +Mama you wine fine +And on the hush hush +We need some quiet time +Yea, I told her, ya mama gotta be a model or somethin' +And if you was a wine bottle, I'm drunk +She dance on me like it's just us girl +You could make a nigga pay ya rent for 6 months + +Shh, I ain't lyin' girl +I could make ya little pussy start cryin' girl +You won't fire girl +You know the fireman could put out the fire girl + +Are those apple bottom jeans ya wearin'? +She said these is Donna Karen +So tight, she can't even let air in +Man, I swear I saw a blind man starin' + +No lie and I hope she take her clothes off +So we can do it, 'til we doze off +We fall asleep with our clothes off +When we wake up, we pick up where we left off +And then I tell her + +Mama you wine fine +Mama you, mama you +Mama, mama you wine fine + +We need some quiet time +We need some quiet time +We need some quiet time + +Mama you wine fine +Mama you wine fine +And on the hush hush +We need some quiet time1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dis How We Do[Verse 1: Boo] +B.O.O. gets that dough +Blane rose gold while I got yo hoe +Don't even mention the flow +I don't even like rap +I just do it for the scrap +Got chrome on my lap +Toast on my lap +Cruisin' through the city +Fox fur on my back +Man you niggas is wack +Plus, this young money cream got me acting like that +'Cause nowadays I ain't gotta package that crack +Keep ties to the streets so I ain't gotta go back +Certified pimp, bona fide mack +I just really fall back +I don't chase that cat +'Cause Lil Boo just ain't no good +West side of Chi where shit gets so hood +Nigga act tough then he gon' get laid down +Look at my face nigga I don't play 'round +Holla at me + +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Mack Maine, uh +Real as they come +Tommy on me ain't a Hilfiger son +Grip macks that blow +Pitch black, the clothes +Black Dickie fit, black hat, black Girbauds +Whip past my foes +In something they can't afford +Nah, I ain't talkin' about a Honda Accord +Young Money, the tour +Bad bitches adore +They let us all up in they valores +They say im so hood +Puff that good good +My freaks give good head +They all got good jug +Be in a black truck +Hittin' a kill bill +Im prolly with izzel +Baby you prolly with trill real +Runnin wit hotspitta +You know dat we G'd up +And hell yeah back in the G +We was re'd up +Im bout have seed +Gotta to raise my seed up +Now all my dogs in the bin +Nigga just feed up +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Aye +I got that all black porsche +On them double black buttons +Blend in so well +Look like im ridin' on nothin' +Talk a lot of shit but I ain't lyin' on nothin' +She love my satin sheets It's like she lyin' on nothin' +Weezy F Baby bitch +If you dont say the baby +You make me sick +Young money baby girl +Take these dicks +The new AKs got crazy grip +Hottest of the hot bitch +Recognize the nigga +Lookin at my chain like ya lookin at a mirror +I ain't got no lamborghini doors on that escalade +I'mma just go get da lamborghini instead +Down south dread +Insane for the bread +Dont give my name to the feds +Cause they say im so grove +Im hot so stove +Me and money is like khakis and polos +Weezy +[Verse 4: Curren$y] +Yeah, why am I so fly? I don't know +Why am I so high? That's the drug +Is that a CL5? Oh for sure +Who you got inside? +Some other nigga hoe +Curren$y the hotspitta he a G +Bitches take me out to eat +And you'll be eatin' bitches out +One thing about the kid +To the cold I spit +If she ain't 'bout suckin' and fuckin' she ain't coming to my house +Yeah, niggas know h-how I do it +When I was in school with my all black Guccis +Sittin' in the back of the class actin' stupid +Or in C-Murder truck takin' bitches to the movies +Oh, no, hotspitta Dawg +Back up in the heezy baby +He's so disrespectful to these ladies +I curse them out and all they say is +"You so crazy"EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Welcome Back[Lil Wayne] +Yo! What's popping? Hello, world—as I usually say, hahaha. My name is ... It's not important. What's more important is what I told y'all, and what I told y'all was—on Tha Carter 1, and everything else—I said, "I'm the best rapper alive," quote-unquote. And now, y'all believe me, haha. And since '05, The Dedication has been in your life. Tha Carter has been in your life. Gangsta Grillz has been in your life. So: The game has existed before us. But it was never the same after us, hahaha. Don't you agree? Well, without further ado, I'ma shut the fuck up. And we gon' get into this trilogy. Dedication 3, baby, yeah! Welcome!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ammo[Intro] +Uh +She say "I ain't have sex in a long time", uh +And then we had sex for a long time +But don't let your girl get caught in the right place at the wrong time +Cause by the a.m. she'll be all mine +Click, clack + +[Chorus] +Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole +Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole, uh +Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole +Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole +Ammo, ammo +Tried to use my nine but my nine wasn't working +Started bangin' with my pump then that bitch started twerkin', hey +Tried to use my nine but my nine wasn't working +Started bangin' with my pump then that bitch started twerkin' +Ammo + +[Verse] +Yeah, I got revolver and automatic, uh +Or I use your bitch for target practice +Yeah, girl, my dick is a concealed weapon +I'ma kill that pussy 187, uh +I'ma kill that pussy 187, uh +I'ma shoot my bullets, she gon' catch 'em +Shots fired, shots fired +Fuck that pussy til it backfire +Pump that pussy like a flat tire +Clap that ass like a damn choir +Shots fired, shots fired +Fuck that pussy til it backfire +Pump that pussy like a flat tire +Clap that ass like a damn choir +[Chorus] +Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole +Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole +Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole +Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole +Tried to use my nine but my nine wasn't working +Started bangin' with my pump then that bitch started twerkin', hey +Tried to use my nine but my nine wasn't working +Started bangin' with my pump then that bitch started twerkin' +Ammo + +[Verse 2] +She say "I ain't have sex in a long time", yeah +And then we had sex for a long time, yeah +Your girl got caught in the right place at the wrong time, oh yeah +Blocka blocka in her face, she don't complain, she put on a smile, yeah +Chop her down, chop her, chop her, chop her down +I chop her down, I chop her, chop her, chop her down +Chop her down, bocka blocka blocka, blauw +Chop her down, blocka blocka blocka, pow +And that bitch started twerkin', yeah +Started playin' with my pump and that bitch started twerkin' +Ammo +Chop her down, chop her, chop her down +Ammo +Chop her down, chop her, chop her down +I got- ammo, I got ammo, ammo +I got- I got ammo, I got, I got ammo, I got +She know, oh she know +She know that I got ammo, she know +I got ammo, and she know +Yeah, she know +I got ammo, ammo5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +It’s Been a Week[Hook: Sample] +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne (Sample)] +I met her on the road on a Lil Wayne show +Looking like a ear just waiting to be told +And she looks a whole lot better and more +Looking a choice just waiting to be chose +I chose her and (It's been a week) but, um... +It feels like I know the girl so well +I don't know how but (It's been a week) and, um... +It's like we do whatever we shall like good pals +But um... (It's been a week) True! +But it's like I know her when I hold her, you know? +(It's been a week) But I, but I still told her how I told her +When I told her what I told her + +[Hook: Sample (Lil Wayne)] +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Could it be love at first sight? First fuck, first fight +And it's only been a week but it feels like +A year, like, two months or something like that +I'm lost in the calendar but she know where I'm at +It's been a week man, but, um... +You dont know but I bet you know where she at +'Cause, it's been a week, but, um... +She's in that Carter with Nino in her back, yes +Damn, it's been a week, but, um... +It's like two trains that were on the same track, haha +It's been a week and, uh... +She changed her name to "I'ma call you right back" +Damn, and I say... +[Hook: Sample (Lil Wayne)] +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (Flip it) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I saw a girl at my show, in the front row +Standing there looking like she waiting to be told +I told her that and a whole lot more +And now she standing there looking like she waiting to be chose +And she say (It's been a week) +And I say, "Yeah," say no +(It's been a week) And I say, "Please, say no" +And I say, and she say, and we say + +[Hook: Sample (Lil Wayne)] +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kiss Me BabyI Can See You, I Can See It In Your Eyes U Don't Want Nobody But Me. Baby We Can Get Together And Shine Like A Starfish Outta The Sea. U And Me Sound Good, I Thinks That's The Way It's Suppose To Be (uh) U Just To Cold, U Suppose To Be Close To Me +Try Me Baby, Try Me Baby +I'm The Shit, I'm The Shit +Love Me Darling, Love Me Darling +Don't You, Don't You +Baby If You Got A Moment I Can Occupy Girl I'm a Get There And Back Back In Time. There's A Treasure In U I Got To Find. Maybe You Can Be My Concubine. Tell Me A Lil Sumthing About Your Sign, I'll Tell U A Lil Sumthin About The Grind. I Told Her Put Her Mouth To Mines And When She Did I Said... +Kiss Me Baby, Kiss Me Baby +I'm The Shit, I'm The Shit +Feed Me Mama, Feed Me Mama +I Want You, I Want You +And If You Don't Mind I Would Just Like To Tell You That I Never Seen A Woman Like U Before And If U Don't Mind I Would Just Like To Tell U I Would Love To See This Woman Alot More.(yea) +Bless Me Angel, Bless Me Angel +Tick Tick Tick Your The Bomb +I Would Be Your Vietnam +Tick Tick Tick Your The Bomb +Loocking At This Girl And Shes Looking Just Like A 100 Dollar Bill, And For The Money People Will Steal Rob And Kill. So Show Me The Money, Show Me The Money, Cause I Got My Bills And This Girl Is Heaven So You Should Die To See How It FeelsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lyrical HomicidePublic Enemy number 2, the flow is illegal +And these ain't diesel, all fucking Evisu +These is Levi's, equipped with the desert eagle +Run, tell your people, that nigga get evil +Throw em off the bridge like Knievel +You niggas see-through +Like lingerie pussies I get funky like D.O.C. do +One classic, now homie, OG too +I toast a chronic blunt everytime I see Snoop +Aston Martin Driver, gave away the B(entley) Coupe +Cried for three days, after that I had to re-group +Bullet-proof suburban, nigga fuck with that +Shoot the tires out, drive 60 miles on a flat +Flip the motherfucker over watch it slide on its back +Let the windows up as bullets fly out the Mac +No gunpowder on me, I'm as fly as the Mac +Lyrical homicide, watch them die on the track. (nigga) + +Lyrical homicide +Kill them and watch them die, yeah + +(The Game) + +Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker +Kill a motherfucker +Like a motherfucker nigga named Game, motherfucker +Lyrical homicide +Kill them and watch them die, yeah + +(The Game) + +Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker +Kill a motherfucker +Like a motherfucker nigga named Game, motherfucker + +Yeah, I'ma murder this shit +Tell Dr. Dre the beat need surgery quick +Weezy from the dirty south, yeah, the dirtiest bitch +But I'm clean like a virgin and detergent and shit, (ha) +I walked into the record store drooling +Because it's like a supermarket to me +Yeah, and as my appetite gets bigger +I see you new rappers and you look like dinner +Lyrical killer +I kill at will +And my flow keeps going when the beat stand still +How real is that? Nigga that's for real +Fuck with me and you're pushing up daffodils +So don't you get this rap twisted +Fuck around and get your cap twisted +Stop it right there, rewind it back and listen +And you have just become another victim +Lyrical homicide +Kill them and watch them die, yeah + +(The Game) + +Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker +Kill a motherfucker +Like a motherfucker nigga named game, motherfucker + +Lyrical homicide +Kill them and watch them die, yeah + +(The Game) + +Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker +Kill a motherfucker +Like a motherfucker nigga named game, motherfuckerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Roman’s Revenge RemixI ate your face off +You niggas sweet as pie like this is a bake off +I love Nicki's curves, swing at the baseball +Errrrrrr! +I beat your brakes off +H-H-Hi, I'm Tune', salt in the wound +I'm up in this bitch, pardon the goons +Throw dirt on the floor and get caught in the broom +I like a big wet pussy with a fork and a spoon +I got money and the power +A woman in the shower +And she don't want nothin' but my johnson, Howard +Sour D's and a swisher sweet, sweet and sour +You scared? Go to church, say your prayers, read a Bible + +Huh, I don't know what y'all on +Please, I go in like goin' +Drink drink in my hand with the world in the other +The uzi go brrrrrrr, stutter +Ha, life is a puzzle, jigsaw +All I do is win, my name should be Victor +Old-ass rappers, I'm still the shit, old-ass Pampers +Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon +Foie gras, I hear you ducks is quackin' +I'm just pluckin' my ashes, I'ma puff it and pass it +I'm a f-ckin' assassin, you should jump in a casketEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Strange CloudsYeah +Oh yeah I know what we gonna do +Hey +Well, if you guessin' it's me, you guessed correctly +I just stay with a stallion, you would swear I was an equestrian +I hit her with that pipe, call that Nancy Kerrigan +Stay on the greenest greens, call us vegetarians +You be on that minor league, but we smoke professionally +I do my job exceptionally, on point like a decimal is +The way I ride on the beat man I be in the street it's done so effortlessly +Yeah, so these niggas can't sleep on me, there's no Inception in this bitch +I'm top chef, you top ramen, I'm top shelf +No last call, to the bartender, what you got left? +Pour it up, don't stop there, hold your cup, take a shot, yeah +All night we celebrate, 'cause we everywhere and you not there +Ha +All we do is pour it up +All night, drinks out +(That's how we do it) +(That's how we do it) +And all we do is light it up +All night, all you see is strange clouds +Strange clouds, strange clouds +All we do is pour it up +All night, drinks out +(That's how we do it) +(That's how we do it) +And all we do is light it up +All night, all you see is strange clouds +Strange clouds, strange clouds +Blue jeans, I'm faded, mindin' my own data +Smokin' on that strong, that Arnold Schwarzenegger +It's Tunechi Lee you bitch you, you hot as an igloo +Kick back on that Glock, call that Ju Jitsu +Hello World, I'm with a yellow girl, number 2 pencil +These rappers is washed up, spin cycle, rinse you +My nigga, all day, all night, half pipe +I dive in that pussy, yeah I belly flop, I jackknife and shit +Tell my homies that I say its a party +Got that tech for technical difficulties +I'm top dog, you top ramen, I'm top dog +Piru, gangsters, outlaws yeah +All we do is pour it up +All night, drinks out +(That's how we do it, Young mula Baby) +(That's how we do it) +And all we do is light it up +All night, all you see is strange clouds +Strange clouds, strange clouds +All we do is pour it up +All night, drinks out +(That's how we do it) +(That's how we do it) +And all we do is light it up +All night, all you see is strange clouds +Strange clouds, strange clouds +Strange clouds, strange clouds +Well ain't no question, yes, it's B.o.B yes definitely +Up in the studio, I got on my necessities +If you want that real shit, you made the right selection +I'm Decatur til I die, yes, I rep that definitely +They say I'm a celebrity, what the f-cks a celebrity? +I guess I must invest in the proper form of protection +And I, say its a curse but it's emotionally a blessing +To a nigga from the hood tryna aim for the top +But I don't even need no directions +I just wake up and then I roll up the purp +These niggas wake up on my dick +At least have some breakfast first +Nigga keep your nourishment first and your mind on my lyrics +'Cause what you hoping to accomplish I already did it bitch +All we do is pour it up +All night, drinks out +(That's how we) +(That's how we) +(That's how we do it) +And all we do is light it up +All night, all you see is strange clouds +Strange clouds, strange clouds +All we do is pour it up +All night, drinks out +(That's how we) +(That's how we) +(That's how we do it) +And all we do is light it up +All night, all you see is strange clouds (all you see, all you see) +Strange clouds, strange cloudsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She Wants MeMy reality is bigger than your dreams are +Got ya dream girl ridin' in ya dream car +She wants me, she wants me +Cause I got it all +Bitch tell me what you don't see yeah +My reality is bigger than ya dreams are +Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car +She wants me cause I got it all Bitch tell me what you don't see +Yeah +Yeah +Yeah +My reality is bigger than your dreams are +Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car +She wants me, she wants me +Cause I got it all +Bitch tell me what you don't see + +I got 25 lighters on the dresser +Got a girl and a girl to undress her +My guitar strap is leather +My life is better than ever + +I got women all up in my condo +And my drug dealer comes pronto +Got a registered pistol in the console +So, so, don't try me now +Don't try me now +NowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Real Gangsta[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Boo got a blunt in his ear! +Chea, it's me and Raw D.I. this time, bastards +I got my little brother Capo on this one, too +Yeah, haha, that's right +Young Money, Cash Money, man +(Yeah, real shit nigga) +Gangsta shit, get your game up, boy, for real + +[Verse 1: Raw Dizzy] +The clock is ticking, the cops is sitting +Waiting on me to pop the ribbon so I can get locked in prison +But I forgive 'em, they don't know I got the bishop +Giving me a future face, they cannot prevent it +Sky's the limit, I travel but I tries to pivot +Look in my eyes and combine the spirit, time'll end it +If it's not a couple of Gs, it's dimes and pennies +If I don't break a knuckle or knee, my shine is finished +I'm climbing in it, but I could fall down the chimney +A hound is in me, so don't come around or near me +You clowns is really fucking up, ya bound to get it +I sit a barrel on ya tongue so round and pretty +Fought my ticket, now I'ma skip town and kick it +Dress code: just some khaki brown lil' Dickies +Got them pounds and chickens stuffed in coffee grounds and fishes, nigga +[Hook: Capo] +It don't get no gangsta than this +Fucking with them gangstas, I guarantee +Shit gon' get real gangsta, my nigga +And you gon' back down, and you gon' back down +It don't get no gangsta than this +Fucking with them gangstas, I guarantee +Shit gon' get real gangsta, my nigga +And you gon' back down, and you gon' back down + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, fresh off the block, that's Apple and Eagle Street +I go through there every week even if it's just to speak +What up? +I don't see Red, so I keep going +He's probably with Rodney, or probably with Roney +I go by Trill Rill cause he be up in the morning +See, that's that penitentiary shit and he been out for a minute +But I'm up! +Birdman keep asking me to stick +22s on the Rolls and I keep telling him no, but +If he keep playing then I'ma have to show him +And come through this bitch on 24s +Like what up?! +These hoes keep asking me to marry 'em +Knowing that my ex-wife'll bury 'em +So bitch, shut up! +I'm blowing on that berry like Marion +You knowing what the fuck a nigga carrying +Get bald head like a Aryan +I think a nigga bout to buy a Marriott +Now all my hoes, put up! +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Raw Dizzy] +Check, lights off, mask on, creep silent +Move light, walk, step, talk, squeak, holla (I hear 'em) +Pull a tool, nigga sweet like peach cobbler +Shoot twice, don't check, let them people find him +I'm the screw face to this rap game +Weezy put me on, new face with the same name + +[Lil Wayne] +Oh yes I did, get 'em, kid, if I ask ya +Just bring me the bastard with his head unfastened +Faster than a panther goes the lead from the clapper +Round up ya boys, get this round of applause + +[Raw Dizzy] +They say I'm two faced, look, nigga, I ain't changed +Cause if I feel played, I'ma let the iron rain +Rrrang, bang bang with my gang, mane +Know how to slang 'caine, whoa, I can maintain + +[Lil Wayne] +Bang bang, cross my chest +Bang bang, you cross ya chest +Toss ya chest in the mess with the rest, damn +[Hook] + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, light one up, man +We gon' ride out to this one, yeah +Yeah, stop playing, we so here, man +Hats low, money high, we high too +Fuck bitches, it's Young MoneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In The BoothDrought Boy +Wizzle Fizzle Bizzle n your area + +[Weezy Talkin] + +Wen a nigga got money nd he ballin out +Wat dat Boyz worst fear +Fear of tha Drought +Wen tha block run dry nd tha work run out +But do we have fear +We got tha Drought + +Tha Drought +Dats wen dem killaz come out +Dats wen tha jackin nd kidnappin you'll b hearin about +Happenz 2 Pitsburgh stealaz is out +So if u big Willer betta keep dem roethsburgz still in your house +I'm in tha off road H2 wheelin tha south +Jump in front of dat bytch nd c wat I am really about +Nd Naa +I neva been in your house +But my shyt hit so close 2 home +Lyke I'm fukkin your spouse +Nd I myte b fukkin your spouse +Wen u come home she take my dick off her tongue +Nd put my gun in her mouth +I'm out of breathe cause I'm runnin tha south +Nd u niggas juss runnin out +Runnin your mouth +Make me hundred grand your gang +Put a hundred thousnd on every street +Nd demand your ring MAAAN +Itz a manly game +Dat lil girl done jumped out of your stomache +Nd grown in2 a woman +U lil prickz study a nigga +Nd I ain't even stuntin u niggas +They wanna go nd rock my old jewelry +Fukk my Old Bytch +Chyllen with tha hoe she still smellin lyke my dick +U pussy man U smellin lyke a clit +I gotta wife at home +Nd still yellin I'm a PIMP +Nd tha copz think I'm sellin every brick +Cause I'm rollin with 20 +Nd we got Aaron Neville chipz +Homeboy used to run so fast +But he ain't runnin no more +Cause he done ran into cash +I run in2 your bytch +I get manish on dat ass +Wen I finish +She gonna need a bandage 4 her ass +U type of niggas gone panic with tha gat +My goon squad come nd beat a granny with a bat +So who want em come try em who want em +Die em Hey Real I Rockabye em +Nd da shotz r fire +Nd nobody can save u Private Ryanz +Hold up hold up hold up +[Weezy Talkin] + +I made u +Papa I AM +U betta ease by em cause my Glock a lion +Yea +I'm at tha top I'm flyin +U lil niggas can't stop a giant +Itz lyke u niggas is on a diet +No weight +Nd I'm Bumpin lyke an 808 Bytch +Strate Away Quick +Fast Break Crossover +Den I Sprayed away shyt +Den I fade away Swish +I made a wave bytch +Dats ryte I'm a beast +Tha comin 2 new orleanz at home +I'm tha east yea +1 7th ward wea I grew up +Ya'll lil niggas say alot but u gone do wat +Yea + +C we gone do us +We gone do us x2 +Young Money MothaFUKKAZ +Uh oh uh oh uh oh +ITz da Drought Boy x3 +Do me all a favor nd listen 2 me +4 all lil niggas dissin me +I sed do me all a favor nd listen 2 me +4 all lil niggas dissin me + +HAHAHAHAHA + +[Weezy Talkin]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Everytime[Chorus] +And everytime I drink this much she feel amazing +Everytime I take these drugs I take my shirt off +Everytime she ride this dick she get her swerve on +She get her swerve on, on +And when I woke up I was in that pussy +Then I did donuts all up in that pussy, yeah +I bust like four nuts all up in that pussy, yeah +I be so focused while I'm in that pussy, yeah +She fell asleep and I was still inside her +Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah +Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Soon as she wake up she snort a lil Rihanna, yeah +Soon as I wake up I smoke some marijuana, yeah +If she don't shave that pussy, call it Harry Potter, lord +I ain't got no girlfriend, I ain't got no best friend no +I fucked all her girlfriends, I fucked all her best friends woah +I do donuts in that pussy, we turn up for breakfast +Call me Weezy F. Baby, the F. for finessing, yeah +And I ain't bring my glizzy boy, I brought that yappa +They taxing for that codeine, now I call my doctor, yeah +They taxing for that pussy now I stay monotonous +I got pounds of that kush and I just weighed my options, wait +Jewelry bright, diamonds brilliant and my watch is timeless +Got no worries, got no ceilings, I ain't got no conscience no +She know she gon' ride this dick like this dick a diablo, yeah +She sleep on this dick, when she wake up she wobble, yeah +[Chorus] +And everytime I drink this much she feel amazing +Everytime I take these drugs I take my shirt off +Everytime she ride this dick she get her swerve on +She get her swerve on, on +And when I woke up I was in that pussy +Then I did donuts all up in that pussy, yeah +I bust like four nuts all up in that pussy, yeah +I be so focused while I'm in that pussy, yeah +She fell asleep and I was still inside her +Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah +Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah + +[Blank Verse 2] + +[Chorus] +And everytime I drink this much she feel amazing +Everytime I take these drugs I take my shirt off +Everytime she ride this dick she get her swerve on +She get her swerve on, on +And when I woke up I was in that pussy +Then I did donuts all up in that pussy, yeah +I bust like four nuts all up in that pussy, yeah +I be so focused while I'm in that pussy, yeah +She fell asleep and I was still inside her +Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah +Everytime she move she got a lil reminder, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Orleans Presidential ShitSayin Baby I'm A Good Fella & Bout To Make It +But I Been Made Hoe, I Been Paid Hoe +I Spent 2 Thousand Dollars On These Shades Hoe +I'm Red Hot I'm Ice Cold I Got Enuf Cheese To Keep Me Out That Mice Hole +I Got Nice Hoes I Got Bad Bitches +Yea Daddy Flippin +Hey where we From? (Tell Em) New Orleans +Hurricanes, Pussy Poppers, Murder Scenes +Hey what we drank? That Lean +Cause That Liquor Get A nigga Ass Beat? +Hey what we smoke? That piffin +Presidential Shit Bill Clinton +Black Phantom Windows Tinted +Presidential Shit Monica Lewinski +Bitch I'm Back For The Mother F*ckin Title It's Your Idol +Get Money Till I Die Got My Hand On The Bible +I'm a spray +With A Hand Full Of Rifle +If Your Man Feelin eiffel {tower} I'm a Make His Ass Lean (yea) +60 Grand Cut The Lights On +40 Grand For The Flow Cut The Mic On +That's Right Hoe +Purple with that +Bitch I'm On That Lean +And I'm On That Green +Won The Championship And I'm Still On That Team +And I'm The Romance Dream +And if you Feelin Cold Man I'm a Blow That Steam +And I'm So Damn Clean +These Lee's cost a stack, that's throwback jeans +You wouldn't know that, you don't roll like me +We in the buildin everything cool til I scream... ! +Ridin In The Caddy Mo, Blowin Like Satchmo +I'm A High Strap Low Baby +Whatcha kno? +Tables Turn, picture changed, New Photo Different Frame +Money Up, Champagne, Still Posin Same Game +Cash Money Still Do It For The Money +Got A Black Car, Grey Car, Gas Card, Green Car +Back Yard Theme Park, Front Yard Car Show +I'm Somewhere In The House And It's Like Where Waldo? +10 Bricks Straight powder +Weezy F Straight Hustlin No Barcode +You Don't Know What My Heart Holds- Straight Fuel +Take Your Bitch From The Club Make Her Ass A Mule +Put Some Weight On Her Back Make Her Ass Move +She Get Daddy Money Back That's A Fast Move +40 G's One Chain That's A Man's Jewels +45 for The Jack Move +Smooth Out My Mansion To My Whip +I Leave The Bullshit Inside With My Bitch +Remove The Heavy Ass Gun From My Hip +Then Sit The Same Heavy Ass Strap On My Lap +I'm Steady As Crack With The Strap +I'm Heavy As The White But D'Wayne Not Fat +I'm Right Like +& The Fetti Is The Facts +The Birdman Jr Holla Back When U Stack +I'm Just Tryin To Let My Hair Back +And Chill Where They Got Some Air At, U Hear That? +Chamapgne, Clear Liquor, Put That Beer Back +Got Work So Cheap It's On Sears Racks +Holla At Me On The Low Once Ya Hear That +The Feds Buy Mixtapes Yea I'm Aware Of That +But This Is The Suffix You Scared Of That +When You Get Shot You Know Where U At +Hey Where We From (Tell Em) +New OrleansEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The prayerChorus X2 +Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and if i should die before i wake i pray to the lord my soul to take for goodness sake + +Verse 1 +I wrote my will just the other week and whats funny it was only one sheet and i know that's only one me but i hope i am everything my son be i'm tryna live rite stay on the drum beat but i'm in the fast lane in the front seat i wonder will i lose control of the maserati and hit sum tree just bein young me is there a heaven for G's and soldiers i can't got to hell cuz i'd take over i feel it aproachin but i ain't scared i made that bed and i should rest in peace + +Chorus X2 +Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and if i should die before i wake i pray to the lord my soul to take for goodness sake + +Verse 2 +Yea and every time i see the sunshine i drop down and give thanks at least one time i feelin like im livin on the frontline im feelin like every second is crunch time ive had breakfeast will i make it to lunch time? and i ain't jokin so don't b lookin for punchlines will i be the next victim of a gun crime idk the answer thats y i brung mine ridin by myself late at nite pistol on my lap at every single red light yea i made my bed right so wen i do i should sleep tite in peace i rest + +Chorus X2 +Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and if i should die before i wake i pray to the lord my soul to take for goodness sake + +Verse 3 +Bury me a gangsta cuz dats wat i live but don't cry for me i gave the best i could give i can only do me so thats wat i did and i cherish every breath of my kid i don't wanna go before she grow dat ain't cool but in this game of life i don't make the rules sh*t so thats y i get twisted so i can't feel it wen it hits me and my moms don't need dat on her but i see death around the corner and if he so happens to make his way around the block you gotta answer the door wen he knock believe dat + +Chorus X2 +Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and if i should die bfore i wake i pray to the lord my soul to take for goodness sakeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wife BeaterOoo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty + +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater + +She's a nymphomaniac +Brainiac +Literally the smartest and the taken fact +She like girls so every girl is her theme song +She jump up on that dick and get her trampoline on +I'm tryna tell her how sexy she look wit cream on +And all she wanna know is why I still got my jeans on +Bounce till the springs gone +Ride ya till you can't continue +Head board of the bead banging like a gang member +And when I gotta headache I don't do the normal nursin' +When my skull hurtin' yea she my skull surgeon +She don't care if she get her hair or her neck pulled +She could go all night her heart pumps red bull +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater + +Wild wild west dough, though them girls white +Really give that best dome +Do do head, suck me dead +Leave that coffin wet, rub this lube up on yo chest +Playin wit yo tittie pierced, feelin like a kid again +Let the mammal in, hump ya like a camel skin +Into her lions den, Tyga dawg in this bitch +Woof woof like clifford no comic sh! t +She open it but bite them lips like piranhas heads +Put yo face way down, youz a gold digga +Sayin' flippa no city but that ass bigga +Young money n! gga, we don't know none these n! ggas +His girlfriend da only thing I remember ca-cause + +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater + +She got stamina, she got endurance +She drive my d! ck crazy, I need insurance +She got stretch marks, cause she got children +Them bitches like soulja boy, they be round the house +YOU'RE IN!! +We never fuck in a bed that smell like urine (uuuhhh) +I'm getting my d! ck sucked, what're you doin? +She's a nympho, she done f*cked all my kin folks +She'll fuck ya 14 weeks straight, copy that? 10-4 +She f*ck like a porn star, be bouncin' like a bad check +Head goin' up and down like hydraulics in her neck +Tee shirt with no panties on +She throw it back with no pain +And I ain't talkin' no domestic violence +But she'll take your wife beater +I don't know what to tell ya +Ca ca can't answer the phone I'mma have to email ya +She up in the spot, I just beat it round the clock +Wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks +(W-w-w-wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks) +C-c-co she up in my spot, co she up in my spot +I just beat her round the clock, b b b beat her round the clock +She a nympho, she a nympho + +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater + +Ooo girl you nastyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Red Nation[Game - Verse 1] +Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky +Nigga don't ask why +Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95?s +I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June +Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune +Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room +Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break, Cancun +Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it +Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted +But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes +Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die +Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye +Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you decide" +She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life +And all I do is ride +Before I turn on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground +It's Red Nation!!! + +[Lil Wayne] +Now Blood the fuck up +Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck +And we gon fuck the World til that bitch bust nuts +I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what +And that's, B's up, hoes down +Lookin' in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found +Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound +Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground +[Game - Verse 2] +Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole +Live and die for this shit, word to 2Pac Shakur's halo +One blood, plural, nigga I'm spendin' Euro's +Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough +I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like +Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good +We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid +Get thrown in the back woods +Los Angeles, home of the scandalous +Pimp, hoes and gamblers +98 degree's on Christmas +Nigga we rollin' cannibus +Swisha sweet ain't it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin +The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it + +That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual +Ball by myself, Ochocinco +Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars +And everybody bleed out here, word to God + +[Lil Wayne] +Now Blood the fuck up +Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck +And we gon fuck the World til the bitch bust nuts +I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what +And that's, B's up, hoes down +Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found +Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound +Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground +[Game - Verse 3] +Russia got a Red Flag +US got Red Stripes +Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes +Che Guevara of the New Era, test me +Louieville slugger, you'll get buried in my era +Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum +Walk in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum +Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill like Lauren +Her and the car foreign +Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on +And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan +Where my nigga Jim Jones at? +Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song +And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping +And put this new bad bitch I got her some red bottoms +And all these hatin' ass niggas want me dead +Cause I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED + +[Lil Wayne] +Now Blood the fuck up +Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck +And we gon fuck the World til the bitch bust nuts +I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what +And that's, B's up, hoes down +Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be found +Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound +Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the groundEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Flowers[Lil Wayne] +Tha Bizness, tha bizness, tha bizness +Tha bizness, tha bizness +And Imma give shawty the bizness +Tha Bizness, tha bizness +Yeah Imma give mama the bizness +Tha bizness + +[Chorus] +Like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa +I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa oh ohhh +She was like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn +And we was like... +Yeah we was like... + +Uh like hey lil mama +What chu say lil mama +Can you stay lil mama +I don't play lil mama + +But I shall look deep in ya +And I will do whatever +I got a thing for ya ya ya ya... + +That's what you say I do do do do +What I do do do do you you oh oh +[Chorus] +Like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa +I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa oh ohhh +She was like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn +And we was like... +Yeah we was like... + +[Lil Wayne] +Now wait lil mama +Can I take you on a date lil mama +If I had my way +We'd be dating everyday lil mama +Now wait lil mama +We can go to my estate lil mama +You know I ate lil mama +Like a straight piranha +Uh uh, her face look flower +And I taste her flower +And I take that flower +And never give it back to +You, you, you, you, you, you + +And it was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoaa +And I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoaa +She was like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn +And we was like damn damn damn +Yeah we was like damn damn damn +[T-Pain] +Like hey there shawty +Look what I bought ya +It's a brand new ferrari +Equipped with no top on +And Ima get something for that +Yeah you already know that +Put it on my hope list +And baby Imma give it to youuu, you you you you you +Now what we gon do do do do do oh oh oh oh oh oh + +He was like WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA +She was like WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOAAA WHOA WHOA WHOA +She was like DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN +Cos I hit her with the WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM +BRING IT ON down, down now that I bring it on down +Bring it on down down down down + +Don't you know my name it's Lil Pain, T-Wayne +What we gon do do do what we gon do do do doEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SweatGirl I wanna make you sweat +I love the way you do it like that +She a keeper, she keep that pussy wet +She a slurper til it ain't nothing left +The way she drop it on the floor +And baby I know what you want +Yeah girl I got what you need +I'm riding in the gatti with the windows full of steam + +Boom let it out now +Get freak baby, gon' let it out now +Boom let it out now +Get freak baby, gon' let it out now + +Yeah, tell me what you want, tell me what you want do +Way you spread it out girlfirend I want you +I'ma put it on you +Tell me when you're coming baby, I'ma come too +You're a pretty little thing, shawty I can't even lie +You racking up them sky miles cause you stay fly +You do it so well, you don't even gotta try +Got a nigga staring out the corner of my eye + +And the way her body be banging +I swear you gotta be drinking every bottle in the club +Wake up with a story to tell +I'm just tryna have some fun, and I ain't looking for love +Girl I wanna make you sweat +I love the way you do it like that +She a keeper, she keep that pussy wet +She a slurper til it ain't nothing left +The way she drop it on the floor +And baby I know what you want +Yeah girl I got what you need +I'm riding in the gatti with the windows full of steam + +Boom let it out now +Get freak baby, gon' let it out now +Boom let it out now +Get freak baby, gon' let it out now + +Sweating so hard you need three or four towels +Shawty wanna be my boo like showtime at the Apollo +Weezy F, the F for follow, follow me straight to my condo +And get freaky bring you over, hit that ass just like a rhino +I'm from Hollygrove, I still hang with L +I make them bitches, they waiting to exhale +I'm on some gangsta shit, I knock your head off +You bark up my tree, that's a dead dog +Where them hoes at tell 'em I said wassup +I like a shaved pussy, no razor bumps +Yeah, YMCMB, when I step on stage, them hoes sweat like I'm Keith +Girl I wanna make you sweat +I love the way you do it like that +She a keeper, she keep that pussy wet +She a slurper til it ain't nothing left +The way she drop it on the floor +And baby I know what you want +Yeah girl I got what you need +I'm riding in the gatti with the windows full of steam + +Boom let it out now +Get freak baby, gon' let it out now +Boom let it out now +Get freak baby, gon' let it out now + +Say you got friends shawty, you can bring 'em too +When I put this D on you, what you gon' do +Yeah, she got a diva attitude +Fell in love with me when she saw my tattoo +An' I ain't like these other niggas girl, cause they lame +These niggas ain't ballin' baby, sub me in the game +Got so drunk shit, I forgot her name +Whippin' that Bugatti while she givin' me brain + +You the flyest girl I done seen +Bursting outta them jeans +I'm saying shawty wassup +Cause you killin' these other hoes +And I don't mean to be mean, but shawty I'm trying to fuh +Girl I wanna make you sweat +I love the way you do it like that +She a keeper, she keep that pussy wet +She a slurper til it ain't nothing left +The way she drop it on the floor +And baby I know what you want +Yeah girl I got what you need +I'm riding in the gatti with the windows full of steam + +Boom let it out now +Get freak baby, gon' let it out now +Boom let it out now +Get freak baby, gon' let it out now + +YMCMB baby, uh huh +It's YMCMB baby, ah hah +YMCMB baby, ah +Now buss it open for me baby +Now buss it, now buss it open, buss it wide open +Now buss it, just buss it open, buss it wide open +Now won't you run and get ya gat for me +Cause I'm a gangsta ass nigga from YMCMBEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gangsta PartyFeat. Lil B +[Lil Wayne] +I got a whole lotta money, pop that pussy for me +My homie got that yopper, he'll bang it at a copper +Ay! Gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party +Stove on my waist, cook yo' ass up - gourmet +All-black .44, do you want fo'play? +I'm goin at your face like Oil of Olay +No champagne, but you know my flag Rosé +Swagger on steroids -- Canseco, José +No Limit Records, we so +Bout It, Bout It+ +I'm higher than a bitch, feel like I climbed a fuckin mountain +Illest nigga you know, my accountant's still countin +Shot hit him a minute ago, but his body's still bouncin +Beam on the hammer, beam on ya forehead +Gotta kill the witnesses 'cause Birdman car red +Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street creature +Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher +I live in Miami, nigga I'll South Beach ya +Robin Leach, uh, THAT'S how we ballin +You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter +Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena +Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we comin +Boy, we get it poppin, we ain't savin hoes, we swappin +Yeah, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party +Big head Desert Eagle, call it shotty +How'd you get that money? Stunna taught me that +That Zan took me under, patron brought me back +I'm leanin on these muddahfuckers like I caught a flat +And that Glock snap back like a old Starter hat, HA~! +What the lick read? I'm in the big league +I'm a breath of fresh air, let the bitch breathe! +I'm tryna to chillax but I had to do it, death +I'm at the funeral like "I had to do it, Rev!" +Mack you my big brother, I split a wig for you +Put that on their repeat, until they bury me +Moment of clarity, yeah that's my diamond game +I keep a fine bitch, 'cause I like the finer things +He-haha! ...Fuck with me slime +No brain on the whip, I've got nothin in mind, haha +Carter IV! They ain't fuckin with mine +I drop that "Sorry 4 the Wait" to make up for the time, YEA! +[Lil B] +Yeah I do my thang, bitch what's up? +Young Based God, came in with the ballers +Iced-out chain, bitch, I'm rich off that same shit +Sixty-five hoes on my dick, bitch it's Christmas +Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch I'll grave em +Pretty boy shit, Based God from the angles +On like a cradle and you niggas can't stop me +Shouts out to Mack Maine, gettin rich and cocky +Bitch it's still Westside, shouts out to Weezy +Young Based God with that fifty-five heater +187 bitch, I-I pull a 2-11 bitch +With that tiny shirt mayne, and that...tiny pants mayne (Meow...swag!) +I'm on Based World and I fuck wit, Cash Money niggas +Don't understand man, the game like a chain, mayne +That WOO! WOO! Swag, bitch! Brr-rang-dang-dang-dang mayne +Bruh, off the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter +Man, my life just a painting, and I, paint you a picture, mayne +Think about it. a young paid-ass nigga +This that stuntin music, yeah bitch, I just dos it +It's Lil B, and I'll muh'fuckin prove it, we run it! + +(Swag!) Manye, shouts out to Lil Wayne, baby +(Shouts out to New Orleans!) +I can't believe niggas gettin money down there FUCK with me! +SWAG! (Weezy, I see you, what it do?) +Motherfucker party with bitches mayne, what it do? +(EH-HEHEHEHEHEH!) Yeah... Ayyyyy!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Amazing LoveGot me a caddy and a trunk full of luggage in december, december +If it go through trial ill be missing every christmas like forever, forever +Lets go! +Sometimes I feel like giving up +But she call and I can't stop from pickin up the phone +Amazing is the love +Amazing is the love +Amazing is the love +Amazing is the love +Oooooo the love +Ooooooo you know +And you know +Feel like flowers in the morning after very bad weather +Out my mind all the time but the sign said take a new direction, direction +Let's go! +Sometimes I feel like givin up, NOOOO +Then she fall and I can't stop from pickin up Ooo +Because! +Amazing is the love +Amazing is the love +Amazing is the love +Amazing is the love +Oooooo the love +Ooooooooo You know +And you know +(Gudda gudda) +Give it to me +(Wayne) +Uhhh Muhla baby +Muhla baby +(Gudda gudda) +They say she bad for a nigga and I know it +But it seem like I can't keep my mind off her +And she a bad mothafucka when she make that kitty purr +And that ass real soft like fur +Word I'm trippin +No suitcase no luggage +Goin back in forth like Aaliyah I'm buggin +Her good love got me runnin back +But she give me head, make my eyes roll back +Gotta kick it like a bad habit +Yeah I'm addicted i'm her addict +Try to make a left turn, gotta go another route +But I make a U-turn now im back in front her house +Yeah all my niggas say I'm crazy, I might be crazy but she's amazing +Yeah all my niggas say I'm crazy, I might be crazy but she's amazing +Amazing is the love +Amazing is the love +Amazing is the love +Amazing is the loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Got My(feat. Lil Wayne) + +(Lil Wayne:) +I got them greens n them yellows n them purples and that purple in my duffle like I'm in a playas circle and homie you's a square and that's why your girl in my circle and I be killin these hoes n she just another murder I should be arrested I should be molested I told you I'm the best and that should not be contested flow so sick how could you not be infected I got that dope how could she not be injected + +I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my goons in the back, I got my + +(Static Major:) +Party like as rock star but she cutting rocks yeah but I got that guap ya'll looking for a hot broad and she could get knocked off once we get our rocks off it's a ups drop off I'm riding with the top off aka boss hog they said I was a lost cause nahhh I'm riding with the top off aka boss hog watch me brush them hatas off + +(Chorus:) +I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my dark blue feather, I got my purple in the bag, I got my bottle on ice, I got my first class ticket, I got my goons in the back + +(Static Major:) +First I valet the car, check into my five star hotel, O well, I got 500 horses on 4 wheels and the ice around my neck will give you cold chills aka Eskimo grew up on dixie loaf now it's just filet minion I chase her with a lobster tail I insist I got the bill uhh I got the bill + +(Chorus:) +I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my dark blue feather, I got my purple in the bag, I got my bottle on ice, I got my first class tickets, I got my goons in the back I got my + +(Static Major:) +We gonna play it like we at the fiesta I go in hard at the grand cosina flippin chips to all my mamamitas let me see you shake ya keista + +(Chorus:) +I got my tailored made suit, I got my rims on shine, I got my dark blue feather, I got my purple in the bag, I got my bottle on ice, I got my first class tickets, I got my goons in the back I got myEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wayne Convos[Lil Wayne] +Man we gon' hold it down. Young Money man, DJ Drama though. Aphilliates nigga. Pay close attention nigga. It's Weezy motherfuckin' baby. DJ the fuck Drama. Holla' at that boy DJ Drama + +[DJ Drama] +Y'all niggas making this too easy man, c'mon catch up! Wayne talk to 'em! + +[Lil Wayne] +This right here for real is the dedication to everybody around this motherfucka'. Nah mean? This is the mixtape massacre. Nah mean? Drama then finally came fuck with that boy, Weezy, then finally came to New Orleans 'n' said "Weezy I gotta get you on the Gangsta Grillz" so now y'all already know it's crazy. Y'all already knew. I'm down with the king, my nigga T.I. Yes sir. I ain't tryna be new king. That's my nigga. Down with the king. Fuck it. Nah mean? Holla at your boy Weezy F. Baby. Please don't get it twisted man. This right here like I said is the dedication to the people we don' lost in the past to the people we losing in the future. Nah mean? This is the dedication to everybody man. People behind bars. You ain't gonna see the daylight any minute man. This for y'all manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Secretary[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +She is so sick, and I would love to be her patient +And I will work every day as long as she's my occupation +Be, be, don't you wanna be +Be my secretary, she's my secretary +He's just secondary, we do what we wanna +He don't have the slightest +He thinks she's the nicest +I think she's so nasty +We do it so often +It seems like a job now +Like a nine to five now + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Don't you wanna be (don't you wanna be) +Be my secretary (be my secretary) +Come and work for me (come and work for me) +Whatever's necessary (whatever's necessary) + +[Verse 2: Curren$y] +She's my employee of the month +Because of her I never learned how to role a blunt +She do everything for me, roll magazine for me +Shawty act like she gotta run away from him for me +Wayne, lemme quit talkin' and watch where I'm walkin' +I don't wanna step on toes, 'cause her homey gettin' angry +Overtime at the job is keepin' his girl from home +Nine to five or regular hours, but her shift's six to ten +She goes home at ten to be happy with her man +Till I need her too clock back in +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +You can check her resume and see what you will find +She has never missed a day and she has always been on time +When he's not in, that's when she clocks in +And if the bible says it's wrong, God don't forgive us for our sins + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby +Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby +Come and see the motherfuckin' +Come and see the motherfuckin' +Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby +Come and see the motherfuckin' hospital +Weezy F, motherfuckin' Baby +Come and see the motherfuckin' hospitalEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +NastyDamn She Bad +Damn She Thick +And I Mite Not Know Perfect But Damn She Eat +And She Thick And She Rite +Damn She Nice +You Can Be My Judge Baby..Yeah I'll Do Life +Gimme Life +And I Know That You Be Dancin Till Your Toes Hurt +But I Can Make Your Toes Curl I Can Make Your Soul Jerk +We Can Soul Search +And I Also Got That Street Credit I Got More Work...Than Any Dude...You...Knew +Girl I Am A Blood Su-Ru +I Hear You Want Somebody You Can Call Boo +I Will Change My Name To Boo And Fukk Around And Call You +Now What You Wanna Do? +Because..What Ever That Maybe Baby I Want Do That Too +I Will ??? What You Going Through +And Likk A Pair Of Wet~N~Sticky Vickies Girl I'm On You +Okay Ma The Mood Is So Rite +Light 2 And Take Flight +My Nigga T.I. Is The King I Am The Prince..Your Knight +You Dont Need A Superman..You Just Need A Man Likk Weezy + +[Ciara: Sings]"Babyy" + +[Lil Wayne:] +And I Can Make You Feel The Same Way +We Can Pospone And Stay Home Likk A Rain Date +She'll Have The Salad Just Put Her On Wayne's Plate +What You Know 'bout Having Syrup Poured On That Pancake? +Nasty As I Wanna B..But Nasty As You Likk Me Too..Be +I Hope You Likk Me Too But Now You Know I Likk You Too +3 Am Room Service..Serve Ya +You Can B My Dessert..My Caramel Sherbert +Call Your Mama We Can Make A Baby +N The Way You Work The Mic In Your Video Is So +[Ciara: Sings] "Crazzyy" + +[Lil Wayne:] +And The Chair Or Stool Move Was Kool +You Make Me Wanna Oohhh +But I'ma B Kool I Need A Moment +I Think You R The Finest Human On Earth +We Can Get Together I Can Help You With That Homework +Take Your Ass To School Too Boo +Teach You All The Rules You Never Knew +We Need A Moment +I Can B Your Future +I Can B Your Teacher +B Your Proffessor..Write Down This Lecture +You Want Some Extra Credit? Lemme Check Your Homework +I Can B Your Tutor And Help You With Exams +No Feelings? Or It's Some Murta For You +You Got Them Goodies And I Got A Sweet Tooth +Now Can Yall Blame Me? +Shiit..Hov Got B And I Just Want C +C I Just Want To See If Your R Taller Than Me +Naw Realy I Just Wanna See If You R Mrs. Carter To Be +Yeah I Know This Is Pretty Awkward For Me +But I Just Act Likk You Are Talking To Me When You Say + +[Ciara:] +"Ooohhh..I Mean Everything That I Say..From The Bottom Of My Heart.. +I Would Never..Never Ever..Hurt You +I Open My Heart..Open My Heart" +[Lil Wayne:] +Beleive Dat.. And I Agree Dat +Open Up Your Heart To Me And You Won't Get Your Key Back +Miss Ciara You Are Colder Than Blue +And Baby I Ain't Talkin To Nobody Else But + +[Ciara:] +"Youuuuu...There's Nothing I Won't Do Baby..To Spend My Life With You.. +I Give My Life To You..I Promise That I Will Never Lie..Oohh" + +[Lil Wayne:] +Ayyy Sweetheart..I Dont Care What Nobody Say Real Niggas Gonna Show Respect +Ya Dig! +Ayy Darling You R All That..Whatever That Is..I'd Sure Likk To Know +Ha Ha!! +Let Me Kut That Out +But Straight Up Mama..I Just Did This Ma Because You Deserve It +I'm Out!!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money, Drugs, Bitches, LiquorThese niggas are not like me +I been playin bapes since niggas thought they was bootleg nikes +This hoe put my name in a lot of bullshit, tryin to spite me +Guess she upset, cause she know I gotta wifey +Million dollar niggas still pushin Dodge Magnums +It holds 10 bodies, dependin on how ya stack em +Young boy never been attracted to madness +I'm inside watchin re-runs on "What's Happenin" +Lu been stackin, boy been concert since Wayne had my silver g wagon +Hot Spitta got a flow so proper +All these girls watchin me like soap operas +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Let's have ourselves a party! +Ye +And ya know I'm not playin man +You want a concert, well ya gotta pay the man +Look at my shirts and socks, call it the gator man +My cross over good, that's how I shake dem haters man +Ye +I got girls all over +Tell me what cha like and I'll call em over +I'm a high roller +And I ain't got no dogs in my yard, but I own a couple rovers +And you know how I get down there +Call before ya come, don't pop around here +Because it ain't be tellin who be found here +Either cookin cocoa cheese griss around here +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Let's have ourselves a party! +Ballin with shawty, she all over me +Um me how could a bitch say no to me +And I don't f*ck with them niggas +I want money, drugs, bitches, liquor +You know when I first got my deal, I got two porsches +And a hundred pairs of all white Air Forces +Never seen me with a bitch that ain't gorgeous +The boy flow hotter than papa pan's porridge +Pull out the garage in a Lotus +No it ain't the newest model out but it's hard to notice +I got more ice than a super-sized drink +And I know I'm the shit, I don't care what you think +You niggas ain't livin by the gun +I have you in a hospital bed being visited by nuns +Y'all pussy and I smell it +Make me stretch cheese on your head like a interval helmet +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Let's have ourselves a party!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thank You[Jae Millz] +Black and grey pink stripes suit +Marc Jacobs hard bottoms I'm fly spreading my wings like true +And my date yeah she beautiful too +She went easy on the make-up but the bitch still cute +We ease out the Rolls and proceed forward, ain't a soul I'm passing twice +Feeling like a Graduation with all of these Flashing Lights +You fuckin right a lot of Veuve Clique gon' splash tonight +You damn right a lot of wives gon’ get smashed tonight +Red carpets, cameras, I say: “Millz yikes” +Shit this must be what victory feel like +Got you niggas stuck like still-life’s +Weezy told me: ‘kid we bout to know what makin' history feel like’ +Young Money got 'em about to hurl like Garnett +I throw my hands in the air and scream: “Top of da world'' +The champs have arrived thanks for the applause +You are far too kind, now pass us our award + +[Mack Maine] +Pass me that H20, I'm in the H2 +Passing all my old bitches they hollering out I hate you +New bitches that I don't know like, Mack I wanna date you +Walt Disney on Ice, every time I skate through +I got that blue flame flow, its inferno +Chlamydia type of words, they will burn you +Your flesh is what I burn through, I’m son-ing you niggas, I'm paternal +I ain't going' nowhere, like Joe Paterno +I'm still calling shots from the press box +I make you niggas cough up a lung like S. Dot +Put hot sauce on my bullets, now ya flesh hot +Glove over my shooting hand, when I feel the Tecs hot +You niggas on da bench y’all gets no P.T +Because you can't ball hard like B.D., you niggas wanna be me +When you at home you listen to my CD +And roll your eyes every time you see me +I used to bump to B.G., I got a White House that ain’t in D.C +Try Atlanta nigga, me and my brother Toon +We riding round in Phantoms nigga, and Maybachs +With wheels that cost a fortune like Pat Sajak +And we still got that Vanna White +We done made it from Hollygrove to this, nigga this a Fabulous Life +Honeycomb hideout, Young Money beehive +Let me move to the side here comes the best rapper +[Lil Wayne] +And I will not lose +I got them bitches looking at the bottom of my shoes +Call me first place Carter, I live in the lead +I’ma die with the title, and winning is vital +Women is after we get that money right now +My paper chase me it’s on my heels like some white socks +I’ma just go, cause I don’t really like stop +Pull this bitch out and shoot you once in da right spot +Y’all niggas phony, the top is so lonely +I had to tell the Devil you gone have to postpone me +Right now I’m in a race, in a race against time +Cause everybody else is like a race against mom +But momma kind a fast though, momma told me smash though +So I’m about to smash yo motherfucking ass ho +Motherfucking asshole, yeah I know this +But when you get cash out da asshole you got to be on some shit +Future billionaire, yeah I got to be on da list +Got a runway in my pants, cause all the models be on my dick +Young Money, Young Money, swallow that shit bitch +Santa Claus killer with a holiday shit list +You could check my imprint two new Tecs and a M-10 +Every bullet in him swell up like a Blimp and +I get money hoe, what the hell I look like pimping? +Bitch I’m winning, ya dig!?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rise Up[Chorus: Andra Day] +And I rise up +And I rise up +And I rise up +And I rise up +I rise up +[?] +I rise up + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, and so I rise +The news on TV, I roll my eyes +The good and the bad, it's do or die +Like a snake with two heads saying "Blow out mines" +Lord knows I'm trying, I just hope I'm fine +If I live to see tomorrow, Lord you're too kind +And I know in due time it'll be the end of time +So if I buy some time that's some expensive time +Until my time is up I'm in the sky's above +My eyes may be closed but I'm alive enough +My eyes may be red, I seen a lot of bloods +Started from the bottom, now it's bottoms up +Got a couple questions, no response to one +That's live for who? And that's die for what? +I know I'm the guy that only God can judge +I'ma rise up til I rise above, yeah +Tunechi +[Chorus: Andra Day] +And I rise up (Tunechi) +And I rise up (Mula baby) +And I rise up +And I rise up +I rise up +[?] +I rise up3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Outro (Disc 2)[Fake Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, check, check +Look, look +Psych! + +[Spoken: Lil Wayne] +Hahaha! This the end, nigga, fuck that, y'all niggas crazy. Y'all think I'm 'bout to rap on this dude's shit? Man, this shit is perfect like it is. That's my nigga! Wait, that nigga ain't no nigga, huh? But that's my nigga Rob, fuck with ya boy! You already know what it is, man. + +Look here. Hold on. This the outro, bitches! So, if you think I'ma say your name or say something 'bout ya or—or—or— something: listen. If you don't wanna hear this shit, go 'head and start the mixtape over. I hope you enjoyed! + +It's Da Drought 3, ya dig? Only for y'all! I hope you got it free! Haha! No charge! Uh-uh! Lotta niggas don't do that. I don't even know why I do it, but I do it! + +But anyway, let me light the blunt! Mmm, that's that granddaddy shit right there. Make your eyes close and shit. Know what I'm talkin bout? But um, I'm in this bitch! Weezy F. Baby, yeah, alright! + +Um, Young Money, Cash Money, Dipset, Skull Gang, Terror Squad! J-J-Just a couple people I fuck with, ya dig? No homo! + +So to start it off, I'ma shout out Young Money. What up, Spitta, Curren$y? Mack Maine? Raw Dizzy? Yeah! Young Ronnie! Red, L, I see you. Yeah, we go to New York; Ms. Nicki Minaj, yeah! Young Money! We gon' do it big this year! Remember that, Nicki Minaj, Young Money, Curren$y, Young Money! Lil Chuckee, I see you! Stay in school boy! Look here. Um, T! Po, E! Streets! Yeah, Boo! Boo back, y'all! Boo got a blunt in his ear, haha! Snack! Cici, bitch, bring that fucking car back! Haha, the people gon' get ya, b. Ha! Lou, baby, yeah. Hold on. Nacho. Chuck, bitch, you crazy, yeah. Yeah, Boobie, I see you, looking like Aaron McKie and shit. Hahahaha! Yeah! Young Money! + +If I forgot ya, man, you know it ain't nothin like that, man, don't even much trip. I see you Weezy, yeah. Come on, man, um... + +Cash Money! Big Roof, I see ya, unc'! Joe, OG! Kay! I see you! Squaleezy! Greg, what's poppin? LowJack, the boss, biatch! Yeah, what up, 'cuz? Look here. Jay! Suga Don! Slim! Mr. Williams, I gotcha, ya dig? Brian, Baby, Be-at-rice, Bubba, Stunna, whatever! You already know I love every one of 'em, nigga! Shawty! It's Junior! + +Dipset! Killa! Flea! Yessir! Capo, I see ya. Both of 'em: Capito from the Eastside, and Capito from the Eastside! Haha, yeah.! +Um. 'Elz, My brother from another! Ya dig? Santaña! Tell them hoes, "call me, mañana!" Hahaha, I'm Tony Montana! I ain't even gon' tell them 'bout that. That's that white thing— That's that white— That— all that— that fleet of white my nigga got. Elz! I know y'all saw him on Cribs. We killing you bitches. Black Republicans! Ahahaha! I Can't Feel My Face, coming too soon. The album! + +Yeah, Like Father, Like Son in stores. If you got it, you are great! + +I love who you love and hate who you hate, baby. It's Weezy F. Baby, man. Listen, I just love music. I love to rap. I love what I do + +Joey Crack! Brisco! All-Star! Yo Gotti! Mhm! Try not to forget nobody! Young Chris Breezy, Young Lloyd, I see y'all! Bow-Weezy, holla at ya boy! Sammie, nigga, I still fuck with you! I'm talking 'bout the singer, nigga. Yeah! Hahaha, not Sammy the Bull, uh-uh. Ha-ha-ha-HA! Real niggas gon' respect it! + +Um, Eastside New Orleans! Uptown New Orleans! Downtown New Orleans! Westbank New Orleans! Yahh! I see ya! + +By the way, I got ya! Mhm! + +305, Miami, I'd like to thank ya for— for making such a great place for me and my father and family to come, a-and— and share our— the rest of our wealth and our love with y'all. Thank you. Thank you. We couldn't have picked a better place. Miami, 305, I owe a lot to y'all. That's why I give back! + +DJ Khaled! Listennnn... We the best! Who? We! Ya dig? Bigg D, I see you in Santos, nigga! Ha! Yeahhh! Larry Dog, so stupid, ha! I even say Jay the pitcher, man. That's my nigga! + +Ozone Magazine! My girl. What's happening? Sister 2 Sister Magazine! That's my girl, too. What's happening? + +All my staff, everybody who help me. Everybody who think they help me. Everybody who don't give a fuck about me. All y'all + +My family. Reginae! Jacida! Rabbit! Rest in peace. I see ya, Antonia! Haha! Mrs. Carter, stop tripping! I was talking to them, not you, Nia—I was telling them to stop tripping, 'cause I know you be tripping, so. Stop tripping. + +But, um. Everybody else, man. Everybody else. Mark, I see you. Yeah! + +This is dedicated to Mercedes Carter. That's my grandmother! +Magnolia Slim! Y'all know him as Soulja Slim. Chris Wallace! Notorious B.I.G. Mr. 2Pac Shakur, of course. Big Pun! Nuh' sure. Ahh! Aaliyah! Left Eye! Big L! Proof! Big Phil! + +T.I., nigga, I see ya! That's my big brother, ya dig? What up, Rick Ross? Everybody in the game. Young Jeezy. Game! Young Buck + +Yeah. All the producers. Scott Storch! Tim! Swizzy. Mannie Fresh. All y'all niggas. Pharrell! Yeah. Um, The Runners, Young Yonny, DVLP, Angel + +Drew, baby! Drew and Fabian, y'all niggas is crazy. You— You want your music to sound right? Drew and Fabian, ha! + +Nikki, baby, I see you. Get my hair right all the time, got my gear right all the time. I fucks with you, baby. I love you. Yeah! + +Um. If anyone who thought hip-hop was dead, um. Last time I called the bitch, she said, uh. I said—I said—I said, "Bitch—Bitch—Bitch, if you gon' die on me, I'm—I'm gon' walk out and leave ya stupid ass." A-a-a-and, um. Then, th-th-this what the bitch told me. Th-th-this what she told me. She said: + +[Sample: Robin Thicke] +I'm lost without you, can't help myself +How does it feel to know that I love ya, baby? +I'm lost without you, can't help myself +How does it feel to know that I love ya, baby? + +[Spoken: Lil Wayne] +And I love you, too, hip-hop! +Weezy!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Calling Me Killer[Lil Wayne] +Killer! +Huh? +Callin' Lil Wayne (Wayne) a... +...killer! +What? What? +Killer! +What? What? +Check! + +[Verse 1] +Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil' slugger +Callin' me head busta +Run with me K - blucka +Niggas done fled from-a... +...me infrared, sucka +If him wan' play, busta,... +...come make me dead, busta +Beanie'-a half-way out my nappy head +But I don't care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray +Anywhere - it don't matter where a nigga stay +Just believe me when I say, "Guerrilla warfare" +I swear, it be some more drama about these bags +Niggas in black drive Jags - camouflage rags +Niggas' domes get bust wide open with blood and sweat +Niggas ridin' off in Hummers - laughin', drinkin' Moette +You know me: Corlleon, standin' four feet +I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies +See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game +But once I run into that nigga playin' with Wayne, man +See, when I spin-a you bend then I be on you block +But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my nogga, you drop +Now where your niggas at, comradie? They not with you now +I guess they heard that when I'm ridin' I make the crew stop +Now, is you 'bout what I'm 'bout? +If you 'bout what I'm 'bout, you 'bout drama +Thuggin' in broad day with four Glocks, a knife, and a chopper +I'm runnin' away, don't get in my way +My nigga! +Callin' me head busta! +Caller callin' me killer! +(Hook [Lil Wayne]) +Them callin' me killer +Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga +My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want +Full of blunts +Look out your window, see who in the front +Me! + +Them callin' me killer +Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga +My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want +Full of blunts +Look out your window, see who in the front + +[Verse 2] +Check! +Now as the heat flame up +Them lookin'-a down the street, them think they see Wayne truck +Him whole block don't scare me cause me get me thing and bust +Them know that Hot Boys known to be dangerous +Now U.P.T. come down - chopper city in the ghetto, my man +Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne +I get my K - cock, aim, and put holes in your brain +Give me that rag, you ain't no soldier - wipe the blood off my chain +Gettin' blisty... +...off in a black F-150 +'Bout to do the old usual - hit your block, just spittin' +Heads spinnin' like a set of seventeens or somethin' +Respect me for who I be: seventeen, head-bustin' +Because-them +(-Hook [Lil Wayne]) + +[Verse 3] +Check! +Original Hot Boy - land-cruisin' with guns +I shall be the one who burn the block up +Never miss when I distribute anger up out my Cali' +Hundred shots automatic +Leave ya hopeless in the alley +Now, when a nigga runs up +If the nigga love his life he would have his guns up +Just because of the simple fact that I'm a Hot Boy,... +...and got boys that got toys to stop noise +See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave him set empty +Now him catch three cause him want beef +Now, me tried to tell the stupid boy, "Don't mess-a with me." +Now look at him - open up his casket and see +Click-clack my mack, twist my Philly cap to the back +Jump in the black and scream "war", and just "pow! pow!" +How you love me now? With five barrels to your eye +The scene gets wild, and everybody gon' die +What the dillio? Fill a four-four clip +You'll get flipped for runnin' off at the lip +Who behind the gun flame?... +...blunt hang,... +...and twistin'? +It's Mis-ter Wayne +Come splittin' when I spit +(Hook- [Lil Wayne]) + +[Lil Wayne] +-Me! +See, them callin' me killer +Huh? +Because them callin' me killer +What? +Them niggas callin' me killer +Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga +What? +Callin' me killer +(Killer) +Callin' me killer +(Killer) +Them callin' me killer (Killer!) +Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga (Killer!) +Killer! +What?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Girls Forever[Verse 1] +She said, "Oh" +She said, "Woo" +I said, "So?" +She said, "No" +She said, "Go, you got to go" +I said, "I know" +She said, "No" + +[Bridge] +And every time I'm with this chick +We fuck like we in a relationship +I want to stay forever, but + +[Hook] +I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again +The Tina's and the Gina's +The Lisa's and Teresa's +The Keyshia's and Alishia's +I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again +The Judy's and the Suzy's +The Stacy's and the Tracy's +The Ana's and the Hannah's +I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again +Again, again +I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again +[Verse 2] +"Hey" +She said, "Hey" +I said, "Pay" +She said, "No Way" +I said, "Stay" +She said, "Wait" +She said, "Pay" +She said, "Stay" +Yeah + +[Bridge] +And every time I'm with this chick +We fuck like we in a relationship +I want to play forever, but + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +To meet a new friend +Just to find myself, I hide myself +Girl, so I guess I pretend +Like I'm into me +And the game open, with +The Tina's and the Gina's +The Lisa's and Teresa's +The Keyshia's and Alishia's, yeah +The Judy's and the Suzy's +The Stacy's and the Tracy's +The Ana's and the Diana's, yeah +The Ange's and the Tange's +The Tamie's and the Camie's +The Dora's and the Nora's-es, yeah +The Molly's and the Dolly's +The Maggie's and the Sandie's +I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again +Again, again +I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again +Again (x6) +I love them then leave them come back and then leave them again +Again (x3)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Studio(Intro) +Haha, yeah +Young Weezy Baby +Come To Tell Ya'll Today About A Lil Problem I Be Having +Oh Man See It's Like When I'm Down In The Studio +When I'm Down +When I'm Down In The Studio +Doing She Don't Think It's What I'm Doing +When It's Her That I'd Rather Be Doing + +(Hook 1-Lil Wayne) +But Right Now I'm In The Studio Making This Track +My Girl At Home All Over My Back +She Blowin’ Up My Phone +She Tells Me She's Alone +I Say I Won’t Be Long +Let Me Finish This Song +But Right Now I'm In The Studio Eating This Track +My Girl At Home Begging Me To Come Back +Okay I’m Coming Home +And When I Get Home +Girl I’m Gonna Kill It Like I’m Killing This Song +But Right Now I'm In The Studio + +(Verse 1-Lil Wayne) +Man Just Record Me +And Even With An Equal Sign You Couldn’t Pause Me +Haha Yeah +This Is The Office +Come Be My Secretary +Baby This Is The Office +And My Office Hours Are 9-5 +But You Can Be My 6-10 +I'mma Say It Again +And My Office Hours Are 9-5 +But You Can Be My 6-10 +But Right Now I’m In The Studio +And Every Time I Try To Say That’s What I���m Doing +She Just Think It's An Excuse +And I’m Out Tryna Get Some New Pussy +I Tell Her I'mma Hustla Baby +And New Money Feels Better Than New Pussy +But Right Now I’m In The Studio +And Every Time I Try To Say That’s What I’m Doing +She Just Think It's An Excuse +And I’m Out Tryna Get Something New +Okay Honey I’m Home +And Yeah I’m Tired But If I Fall Asleep +Then Shawty Shawty Fall Asleep On You +(Hook 2-Lil Wayne) +It's Like When I'm Down In The Studio +When I'm Down In The Studio +But When I'm Down In The Studio Tryna Make A Track +My Girl Be At Home All Over My Back +And Every Time I Say That’s What I’m Doing +She Don't Think It's What I'm Doing +When It's Her That I'd Rather Be Doing +But Right Now I'm In The Studio Making This Track +My Girl At Home Begging Me To Come Back +Okay I’m Coming Home +And When I Get Home +Girl I’m Gonna Kill It Like I’m Killing This Song +But Right Now I'm In The Studio + +(Verse 2-Mack Maine) +Man, Just Record Your Boy +If I Sound A Lil Pissed +Disregard Ya Boy +My Baby Girl Really Acting Like A Baby +Sending Text Stressed +Tryna Make It Hard For Ya Boy +I’m Like Shawty Better Use Your Toy +See A Nigga Never Absent +But I Might Be Tardy +Lordy, Lordy, I Likes To Party +See I Could Be With Two Freaks +About To Have An Orgy +Or I Could Be With Pamela +Could Be With Audrey +Instead I’m Telling The Engineer “Dude Just Record Me” +And As Soon As Angel Records Me +That’s More Gucci, More Prada, More Louie V +See Every Verse Bring Us Closer To Our Dream House +Now We Closer To The Things That We Dream ’Bout +And When I Get Home I Ain’t Tryna Go To Sleep +But If I Fall Asleep +Then Shawty Shawty Fall Asleep On You +Aye Why You Acting Like That + +(Hook 3-Lil Wayne) +I say I’m Coming Back +And When I Get Back +I Told Her I'mma Eat It Like I’m Eating This Track +And She Came Down To The Studio When She Heard That +She Walked In To The Vocal Booth And Laid On Her Back +I Ain’t Even Start The Song +I Put My Face Where It Belong +And Then I Let Her Sing On My Private Microphone +It Went Down In The Studio Making This Track +Now Every Time She Hears It +It Make Her Think Back +Think Back To The Day +To The Day She Came To The Studio And Now +All She Ever Wanna Know Is If I’m Down In The StudioEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shine for Life[Lil Wayne] +Catch me I'm stumbling but no I'm never slipping +I come up out that water with nothing dripping, who fucking with him +I'm the guy they call the Carter the slaughter house +I go hard don't try cause I ride like the Marlins +Come buy I supply you with quarters +And bricks if your money that thick +I ain't running I'm running this bitch, sun on my wrist +I rock that, That rose ? parkay with the crock strap (Damn) +I stroll every single day with the Glock strap (Blam) +I'm spittin like Pac back (Wham) +I got that Bentley GT same color as rock crack +Interior stock black, but don't get popped at +I watched half my neighborhood get kept back +The other half sleeping where its best at +Minor set backs, this is grown man talk minor get back +I just had to stress that, talk to 'em B + +[Hook: Baby] +You better know about the game of life +Cause When you hustle you can shine for life +You better know it could happen tonight +When your hood rich living the life +You got the money that could change the frame +And have a bitch just loving your game +You Got a Benz and a brand new Range +With 26's all over them thangs +[Lil Wayne] +Hey, I made a few adjustments, but for better justice +I get that cheddar fuck em.. maybe motherfuck 'em +I'm handing nothing to 'em but a plate of murder +It ain't beef if you can't make a burger... Nigga +I'm on the streets you on the curb +Ain't no talking to police cause we don't speak the same word +Who that, Tryna take the Carter for a new jack +I'll pistol whip you on your block 'til your blue black +(laugh)... Till your blue black (listen) +Alot of niggas like to touch other cities +But my city like to touch other niggas (yea) +You come down for the Essence and the Mardi Gras +But I got here thats where your partys are +Dont shine too hard, watch behind you god +That chain looking like a sign that say "follow me home" +I'm a desperado from the Hollygrove side +Where alot of folks ride, and a lot of folks died + +[Hook] + +[Lil Wayne] +I'm on the corner with my work in the mailbox +One foot out the grave one foot in the jailhouse +I done put my foot in the flow +To fast feet my cash, get my feet out your ass (yea) +I told momma im gone; I'll be back with money +I came back with the throne; she very proud of me +I tell her pray for me; cause everyday for me +Is a struggle to make of it +They got my nigga Big Blake in the state oven +But he gonna eat a nigga plate when he escape from it +Please label me real cause I ain't make it here faking +Neither was it vacant; take a nigga bacon (shit) +Break bread or we break heads +Put the pump to your stomach turn your face red +Pump a nigga dome now he a bass head +Hit him one more time like stay dead +[Chorus}EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m a Dog Ya (Freestyle)[Verse 1]: +Welcome to Tha Carter, little shop of horror +Bloody like a period after d r a +Doctor I'mma dog, I'mma dog, I'mma dog you +Not Georgetown but I'mma uptown Hoya +Like Milloy no lawyers +I got that work come be my employer +Freestyling for you , no for me, for me no, no only for money +More, of the money i get i got that, yeah +Like a pot and a pan i rock that ,yeah +I sit back tell my bus driver where to go + +[Verse 2]: +Cause I don't wanna finish +They diminish I replenish +Scientific, I'm out this world ho +I wear bright red like a girl toe +No homo, fingernails dirty +I've been counting dirty money since 12:30 +A-M, weigh them, if they short take them +Right back and spray him amen, yea +I just do my Wayne +And every time I do it I do my thing, yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No lieY, colorful like Chapel paint +You hapless fakes should know I'm the master bate +After dates: my place, innate to take out wrappers straight rappin' great +Keep spitin' till my lips bleed +Bury you 6 feet, got your girl fist deep +Your shit's weak, Ripley says mines risky +I take the stick out her mouth, just to let my chick breath +This'll make you spend your rainy day savings +I radiate rabis and I'd maybe date Brady's wife +She's a Brazilian baby from the 80's +Maybe be my lady, spit crazy and amazing +Lately, I been blazing cause I'm sicker than the chicken pox +Hit you with a Sunny Liston shot when the whistle stops +You write simple plots, mine are outlandish +I got a gifted cock, girls say its outstanding, yes- +I'm moving forwards while you stay stuck in sleet +I got a bunch of needs, S.May cut the beat +I'll run this game even if you cuff my feet +Fans love the heat so viewers be like "fuck a beat" +I'm just a beast who will punch a G till his stomach bleeds +Gut check, tough set when your something's weak +Since puberty, weed has been a cash crop +Mad hops on the black top you work the snack shop +The definition of sloppy, ask Webster +Pay attention you copies, I roll the best herb +My brain is lifted, your plagiarism not fresher +Than me throwing 1 down as a catcher +Worship the wordsmith you're worthless and nervous +Surfing the surface with a surplus of servants +Look- I require your undivided attention +Around me don't mention, affection or prevention +Rapin' beats raw dog, like the cats in straw dogs +Hard bars, spit flame like Charzard +I smoke Ivysoar till my eyes are sore, buy some more +Smo +Fuck the rental house, I'm coming through to buy the whole block +No need your temper down, you know we 'bout to party non-stop +You try to rap but you chop, callin' fouls but you flop +If this is Famersville you're the pussy beggin' for crops +You a bottom feeder, Spongebob is your next door neighbor +Easy haters, save it for later, I'm your father Darth Vader +That's a joke invader Zim, I already run the world +No need to say it again, no need to say it again +You see I spit rhymes and dish dimes like my name's Steve Nash +You see I clip mine from the beanstalk, I don't spend no cash +I just watch that ass, as your bitch is cooking breakfast +I'm sexting her best friend, telling' me "wear no protection" +She molested my mind, went on the Maury show to prove it ain't mine +Smokin' blunts all the time, or maybe spliff bowls or papers +Bow to your creator, no time for the bullshit +I'm out I'll see you later, I'm the man like Slater +Getting' pussy and your mascot is the masterbaters +You mad cause I stained her, you a little bitch so you stayed there +I'm the dog trainer, better yet call me the Whisperer +She's suckin' on my dick, and I ain't kiss her +I'm a baller, stackin' money like Griffin off the Clippers +Your a weird mother fucker lookin' for dragons and wizards +Fag well we figured, no need to stop at the bank +I get my money delivered in the same truck as my dankEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Off MeI say girl don't you do that +You pussy poppin', I'm gone shoot back +And If you do me, then I'll do you back +There's 69 ways that we can do that, so come on +Laawwd! +Shake it like a dog +Wrooof! +Turn around back it up now catch the ball +Wrooof! +Catch the wall +Wrooof! +Now catch the wall +Wroof! +Just pick ya ass up +Yah! +And let it fall slow +Little nigga but in that pussy +I stand tall +And tell ya man I beat up niggas like HARPO +You seen "The Color Purple" +And we don't smoke dat green +We smoke the color purple +Yah! +And we're not gonna stop just because +The feds and the cops are watching us +See we don't give a damn wat they say +We do wat we want to +Young money mu'thaf*cka +Got them hoes watching us +I say my niggas high +I like to f*ck +And I can look dead in her face +And see that she wants to +And when we finish making love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want you around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +And when we finish making love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +I'm gon be hollerin like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +Maacckk maaiinne +I say my chinky black bullets make a bitch get off me +(bitch get off me!) +I get like Lauren Hill I be killin em softly +(killin em softly!) +I just got copped a new whip and the interior toffee +(interrior toffee!) +And I skim milked the paint to make it look like coffee +(it look like coffee!) +Folgers I dun told cha +How to roll up +(how to roll up) +20's on my coupe and 26's on my Rover +(26's on my Rover bitch!) +Money in my pocket and patron in my cup +(alright ah yah yah yah) +N I got bitches on my dick n I got bitches on my nuts +(we ain't neva lost) +Natural born hustler +Shiesty individual +Play with my bread +Shit'll end up critical +I ain't just start spittin flame +Boo been a fool +Balla baby +Pool in the living room +Retractable roof +Maybach coupe +I Chloe my bitch bags +And Guiseppi her boots +We do it B.I.G like gimmie the loot +U trippin off 1 hoe +Pimp I get em in twos +And when I'm done I tell em +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +And when we finish making love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +They say what goes up must come down +Well I'm high as a muthaf*cka right now +Do me a favor, lay a layer of pillows on the ground +Run around in a pair of shoes so fly +And the box came with a parachute no lie +Spitta nigga I be a sight for sore eyes +Spitta nigga I'm a delight to ya whole eyes +Neva give a inch to a bitch +For the po-Lice +And we're not gonna stop just because +The feds and the cops are watching us +See we don't give a damn wat they say +We do wat we want to +Young money mu'thaf*cka +Got them hoes watching us +I say my niggas high +I like to f*ck +And I can look dead in her face +And see that she wants to +And when we finish making love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +And when we finish making love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +Now take it off shawty +Take it off shawty +Take it off shawty +And when I'm done witchu +I'm gon shake u off shawty +Shake u off shawty +Shake u off shawty +Now wat u tell her girl +Take it off shawty +Take it off shawty +Take it off shawty +And when u done +Shake her off shawty +Shake her off shawty +Shake her off shawty +Now don't be hollin out my name like we was all dat +Dat pussy throwback +N u kno dat +Say bitch don't be hollin out my name like we was all dat +Dat pussy throwback +I really don't mean +To hurt her but I need some time +To be alone +So when we finish making love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +Lil Spitta, Lil boo, Lil Mack, and me too +Lil Spitta, Lil boo, Lil Mack, and me too +Allstar, we in the cut +And Brisco, You know what's up +Cash Money, Young Money +Mo' money, mo money +Mo' money, mo money +Mo' money, mo money +Mo' money, mo money +Mo' money, They ask me do I got a wife +Mo' money, mo money +Mo', They ask me do I got a life +Mo money, mo money, mo money +She betta give me time baby +Give me space +I don't want you around +Like bitch, get off me +Bitch, Bitch get off me +She betta give me time baby +She betta give me space +I don't want you around +Like bitch, get off me +Bitch, Bitch get off meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Good[Jadakiss] +I’m as real as they come, I follow the rules +I’m still in the hood but I probably should move +Made enough money, I don’t fuck around +I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around +Feds got my man, shit is real son +Cause my god son just became my real son +Think life is a game but all you get is a turn +You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn +Kush in the air, I’m pushing the gears +Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear +If it ain't right, I don’t sign the deal +Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill +Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the dope game +Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine +So in other words nigga, do your thing + +[Drake] +Mind in one place, heart in another +Please pardon my brother +He’s just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit +And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry +Young Money, got the munchies +Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded +They tellin’ lies about me, aww yeah I must’ve made it +Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol +But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole +Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major +So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator +Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out +And then November came, they let my nigga out +[Lil Wayne] +Stop playin, I ain't with that bullshit +Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness +This is Wayne’s World, and y’all are just some tourists +Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch +Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder +Two Glock 40′s, nigga you got 80 problems +Swimmin’ in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles +Its better to give, but we dont give a fuck about ‘em +I just came home, shit then got real hoe +Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe +I ain't workin with a full deck but I deal hoe +I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal +Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money +Kidnap your bitch, get that ‘how much you love your lady’ money +I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga +I’ll take you out, that’s a date nigga +Im a grown ass blood, stop playin with me +Play asshole and get an ass whippin’ +I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty +I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin +I lay em down, tempur-pedic +This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage +Its young money, yeah ’tis the season +I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting +My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy +Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija +Nigga, Im straight, my girl a faggot +Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater saladEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sucka Free ’08[Spoken: Lil Wayne] +Yo, listen +This is the mixtape bitches +Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinsky, Nicki the mistress +You understand me? +This is Sucka Free, ya dig?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let It RockI see your dirty face, high behind your pussy stache nigga +Collar +What is done in vain, truth is hard to swallow +So you pray to God +To justify the way you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie +And you take your time and you do your crime +Well you made your bed, I'm in mine + +[Chorus] +Because when I arrive +I bring the fire, make you come alive +I can take you higher what this is, forgot? +I must now remind you let it rock, let it rock, let it rock + +Now the son's disgraced +He, who knew his father +When he cursed his name +Turned, and chased the dollar +But it broke his heart +So he stuck his middle finger +To the world, to the world to the world +And you take your time and you stand in line +Well you'll get what's yours, I got mine + +[Chorus] +Yeah! Wayne's world +Planet Rock, panties drop +And the tops and she gonna rock 'til the camera stop +And I sing about angels like Angela (rock) and Pamela (rock) +And Samantha (rock) and Amanda and Tamara +I'm in here up like bitch what's up +Mechanic, me, I can fix you up +I can fuck you up, I can fuck you down +Shorty we can go wherever just pick a town +And the jewelry is louder than an engine sound +Big ass rocks like on the ground +Dirty like socks that's on the ground, Weezy +[Chorus: x2] +Just let it rock +Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock, let it rock + +I'm back like I forgot something, I'm something +Rollin' Rock rubbing rap running +Miles like I'm trying to get a flat stomach +Like Wayne the personal trainer +My aim is perfect I'll fuck ya, period, like the reminder + +I wish I could be, as cruel as you +And I wish I could say, the things you do +But I can't and I won't live a lie, no not this time1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moment Of ClarityHa ...... Fix nigga!(Prefix, album this was on) +My mind sporadically +Same time compatibly +Wayne carter graduate bang bang academy +Change my reality +Thank god for grabbin me +Sort of like him cause they can't stop the wrath of me +But hell have no fury +Neither I even I would walk up in the devils kitchen eat a pie +Greedy I never full gettin fat +And bitch i gotta itch so don't let me catch you wit that scra-scra-scratch +Yall niggas off the face of the earth +Even mase came back for the money outta church +So wit that on my mission for that money imma work +My divine intervention might be in that woman's purse +Tryna find a betta system but im runnin out of perk +Baby daughter tell me erks +Then daddy heart hurts +So daddy pop at em until they heart burst +For my baby girl candy i make her starburst +9-11 was a fuckin shame i done saw worst like +What if that bullet would've hit my heart first life +Would it be different i be still fuckin round wit death +Cause i got shot afer that +And after that i grab the empty cases and tried to throw that bitch back at they faces see that i made it +My nigga reel was on the ground like naw i got up and looked around and grabbed the spot like AAAHHH +Im hard to kill Hardy ha +Cut the music back up and keep the party goin +Fuck em +And i dont need no crease +Im a mothafuckin gangsta off eagle street +I dont need the hot boys i still keep my heat +And i ain't gotta squad up i still keep my feet +They call me Michelangelo you paint them so street +But you remove that wallpaper bet that sheet rock weak (haha) +And you and i know whats goin on +You probably ridin to a different song +Im probably ridin on some different chrome +Im probably high in a different zone +But when im off we can get it on +I take no days off catch that shit from my friend +I clock out when i punch in +Im shootin reel you ain't gotta block out its goin in em +Them rats stop hatin on the snake the boy venom +The cat like peyton for the lakers gonna win em +Im certified stamp im a champion +Like would you bontime +Shit i shoot you nine times +Like you was fifty +But you won't be as likely as fifty +I light me some piffy +Like hella-bright on the enffy +Like what nigga like me or lift me +I dont duck i be right in ya city +For them bucks i take me a flight and come and get right, right in ya city yup +Im juss like diddy and nothin like puff yeah +Im sumthin like city he sumthin like young wizzy +My nikes is spiffy im hardly a gotti +Im slightly a nitti all of a carter +Bitch niggas never bitch me +Bum niggas never ditch me +Shit i gotta me man im raw slip me +Thank god for granting me this moment of clarity this moment of honesty ain't no moe squad in me HAAHEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All I Know[Intro: Lil Wayne, Ad lib] +Sqad up nigga! +What you thought it was? +Ya know…. It’s young Wizzle ya know… +Nutt the Kidd you know!? .. +Gudda Gudda ya know?... +Raw Dizzy ya know? +Fe – Holla at ‘cha boy +Birdman – ya’ll better go cop that…yea + + +[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] (Wayne ad libbin throughout song) + +My only fear is to hear my people screaming in Church, (yea) +Putting me in a hearse to go six feet in the dirt +So I want to be prepared for the worst +I keep my Glock on burst – never on safety, ‘cause niggas hate me, (hate me) +And while niggas choose to hate – +I choose the tool I’m gonna use to blues your face, (blaow!) +Then cruise the state, right after I lose the case, (holla) +My nigga, I’m getting so high I can get me some clothes and move to space, (that’s a….) +A Mazant-made mobster, (yeah) niggas praying they can stop us, (uh-uh) S-q-a-d ain’t another gang hotter, (yeah) +No real niggas on your team we’ll rearrange your roster (what!?) +?My? (whoah!) +If you don’t know, I am the original don dada +I’m not don dada but I ? +Believe – youngen’s explosive man through your bombs up +3-2-1 times up, Sqad up! holla +Chorus: +[Wayne] +All I know… is… +[Gudda Gudda] +Is got my hustle on, get my grind on, and keep that iron on me +[Wayne] +All I know… is… +[Gudda Gudda] +Stack loot, pack tools, if it’s bad then I’ll jack you X2 + +[Verse 2: Gudda] +I keep my mind on my money, the boy is focused, (Gudda…) +20 keys, Vaseline wrapped in a Focus, (Gudda…) +Approach us – and I’ll be on your porch with toasters, (holla) +Like – give me all them jewels and dope cuz, you owe us, (us nigga) +And if you looking for blow, dog +Your boy got more white than a snow storm, (snow storm..holla) holla at your the young don (woooooo) +Still slicker than a python – (woah) +Six coupe kitted with the pipes on, (oh) +K.G.’s slick sit tight fit right on it, (21’s) +9 milli with the light on it +Guaranteed to take your life homey, (goodbye) +And I do it for the stripes homey, (stripes) +Gudda ride at night with the muther fucking fire on me. (fire!) +I’m the type of cat that’ll take your wiz, (take her) +Take her home let her ? the kid – (amen) +What I mean is: have my way with her face and shit (biatch) +Then let Wayne Head take the bitch (biatch) +It’s Gudda Gudda yea +Chorus: +Wayne: +All I know is… +Gudda Gudda: +Is got my hustle on, get my grind on, and keep that iron on me +Wayne: +All I know is… +Stack loot, pack tools, if it’s bad then I’ll jack you X2 + + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] + +Got to get it grinding +Got to get it for the sake of cake +Never fake – I bet I’ll kill you for the sake of sake +Youngen full of ambition like whatever it takes +Never a day a snake make me/break me, I’m too thorough (whoah) +You no see tomorrow if you try it (no!) +Youngen wrap up the game - I two-tied it +I move silent, like gangstas and mobbers +Murderers and robbers relate to my problems +This take all the way back to the days I was starvin’ +Caged in apartment, youngen Country-Cajun from Mazant, New Orleans +Raised in the part, where the crazies where caught +Base babies, and cases over babies were fought – (woah!) +But not in court, but in the middle of the court – so pull up a seat, (ok) +Watch a bitch get beat until her fetus’ at her feet +This is only for the streets, I am only from the streets! +Came in the game with them ? on my feet, (okay?) +Now I’m trading lanes with the chromies? on the jeep, (arrr!) +Just the homey, I ain't deep +No phony in me +I vow in holy matrimony with the heat, (I do) +Little whodie act a donkey with the piece, (I do) +Spent all my change paying dues, I’m at peace +And right when it seemed that the team was in defeat, (ok?) +I snatched the ball from cousin, beat the buzzard by 3, now the buzzards’ over me, (ok!) +And cousin’s looking slim, (ok!) +And I won’t stop ‘till Sqad Up and the buzzards over them +I Say – I won’t stop ‘till Sqad Up and the buzzards over them (nigga…) +Sqad Up +Chorus: +Wayne: +All I know is… +Gudda Gudda: +Is got my hustle on, get my grind on, and keep that iron on me +Wayne: +All I know is… +Stack loot, pack tools, if it’s bad then I’ll jack you X2 + +[Outro: Lil’ Wayne, adlib] +Ya know +Weezy… Weezy baby’s on the track +Yea yea yea, this is Gangsta Sqad Up nigga +Fuck with it… +Fe I see you +Wanye here + +Ci ci, T. baby and Raj Smooth holla back +Young Yeeze… Supa Dolla… we here +Uh, uh…. T Streets.. +Weezy baby.. +Birdman, the D Boys,yah +CMB, yah +The Birdman November 26th biatch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tomorrow[Intro] +Yeah! House party at the Carter people! +What up birdman ? What up Mannie? +TeX me Music ! + +[Verse 1:Lil Wayne] +I got her out her clothes easy, her body all greasy +She work it work it,work it work it, work it for weezy +Got her out her clothes easy, her body all greasy +She twerk it twerk it,twerk it twerk it, twerk it for weezy +Got her body all sweaty, her pussy all ready +She keen em coming, coming coming, back for more (Back for more) +Got her body all sweaty, her pussy all ready +She keen em coming, coming coming, back for more (Back for more) + +What up world you see me doing my thing don't worry about the thing I keep it like [?] +What up girl I stare at you do your thing don't worry about the ring I, mingle like I'm single +I'm so hurr cash money is so hurr, young money is so hurr, lil Reel on the mic like yeah +Uncle tex they dropped this one on me, yeah that's my homie now we all sight like yeah +Them bitches in the corner, say I'm up in VIP looking like a grown up +Call me Lil weezy boy boy carter, you ought'a +Respect a lil nigga baller +Lil nigga say you niggas much smaller, my money much taller +Gone till tomorrow with Jennifer and Tara +I got em gone off the aroma +Stronger than amonia, give a nigga insomnia +[Hook: Reel] +I know tomorrow will bring, a better you, a better me +But tonight she so fucked up she on her third long island ice tea +And she will bust it down, when she hear, when she hear that beat +And she get up, get low, bend over and shake her thong to this song + +[Verse 2:Lil Wayne] +What up girl, I'm peeping you from afar, some visual contact I'm meeting you at the bar +What you drinking? +Hennesy, Remy, or apple mar? But darling looked at me and said "Sex on the beach" woah! +What a coinc, this happen to be Miami, Ocean drive, Wet Willies the ocean's only a minute away +We dipping skinny back to the telly, I'm lifting up her mining skirt then get the shirt, then go to work wait! +You ain't safe, free willy come up outta that ocean, you start to looking like bait +Uh huh, uh huh +Looking all great like a grade A steak +Can I get some A1? I'm tryna cut on day 1 +Then I say warn ya self +She can't have weezy so she hung herself +Ya doll, let me calm ya down until tomorrow +Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow + +[Hook:] + +[Verse 3:Lil Wayne] +My name Weezy, this here's my man Reel & we both were thinking you & your girl should come chill +See, we got a spot right under the sunrise, by time the sunset we done got you all wet, aww +Aw yes, aw yep, aw yeah +Young money here better tuck y'all gals +Why? Cause we come to fuck y'all gals +Don't mean to interrupt but the bitch fine as fuck +And I'm the BM J.R., the hood come running when they hear that bird call (BRR) +I'm on stage with my shirt off, she in the crowd running to the stage with her shirt off +Pop that pussy mama, stop that playing and +Find you a wall to catch and get on the handstand +Flip back over catch your balance and drop it +Don't stop it til tomorrow +Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow +[Hook]x2 + +[Outro:Lil Wayne] +Ya know it ain't trickin if you got it, so nigga why you trickin? (x4) +Pop the pussy, don't let the pussy pop you (x8) +Pop the pussy and let her do what she do1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Girls All AroundAll around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world + +( Lloyd ) +(I just want to be your man girl +So uh, gotta make you understand girl) +It's the way you flip your hair +And those stylish clothes you wear +When you walk into the room +All my partners stopped and stared at you +(All around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +But they just want to use you up +(All around the world) +This goes out to girls all around the world) +It's the tattoo on your back +And that brand new Louis bag +With the matchin' high heels +I can't help this girl's swag's the truth +(All around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +And I just want to give her love, oh +(All around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) + +(Girl I) can't get you off my mind +You're like my favorite song (song) +Just want to turn you on +And rock you all night long 'cause I (oh I) +(All around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +I just want to be your man (I just want to be your man) +(All around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +Just to smell your perfume, got me throwin' up my hands +See you comin' see you goin', never met someone as bad as you +(All around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +Since you're my favorite girl, yeah +(All around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +I know just what you need, to make you look complete +This platinum wedding ring, 'cause soon I got a thing for you +(All around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +I'm a take you around the world, oh baby +(All around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) + +(Girl I) can't get you off my mind +You're like my favorite song (song) +Just want to turn you on +And rock you all night long 'cause I (oh I) +(All around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +I just want to be your man +(All around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) + +( Lil Wayne ) +(Ah hah hah, yeah) +OK I'm thinkin' of a master plan +Nah, I'm lyin', shorty on my mind +Shorty like a fryin', pan, and I ain't got +Nothin' but sweat inside my hands +(All around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent +But I don't need a cent, 'cause shorty priceless +I tell it like this, I been (all around the world) +So baby I can take you (all around the world) +I roll up, this is a hold up +It's young money man, shorty made me smile +When ain't a damn thing funny +He heh, but still don't nothin' move but the money +So baby if I move then we move with the money +(All around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +Which is my favorite dish +But if I taste you that'll probably switch +And then we will probably switch +(All around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +Now I'm walking up the street, whistling this +Can't get you off my mind +You're like my favorite song (song) +Just want to turn you on +And rock you all night long 'cause I (oh I) +(All around the world, girls, all around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +I just want to be your man (I just want to be your man) +(All around the world +This goes out to girls all around the world) +Can't get you off my mind +You're like my favorite song (song) +Just want to turn you on +And rock you all night long 'cause IEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Boss (Remix)(YOUNG LIFE) +Capital B I'm a Boss +Hit the mall buy shit without seeing the cost +I'm on some fly shit +Got a 6.3 Benz with a white lip +There's a plane on the street bitch and im the pilot +Get your calculators nigga I'm a problem +Fuck goons big homie my killas is goblins +Platinum off the neck with a lot of diamonds +While they tryin to rob me, I'm try to rob them +Ima California native a westside rider +Fuck it homie call me a dragon I flow fire +Diarrhea flow go get them like flo diapers +Send a gangsta a pen cuz I really no lifers +Haters wanna merk me feds wanna lock me +So we up early showing bullets in the thirty +I outcast homie middle finger to the world +Just tryin to get this deal Wayne said i'll be their shortly + +(CHORUS) +Bitches say that I'm a boss cuz of what they see +And all the wankstas outside tryin to hate on me +Cuz they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss) +Yeah they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss) +(LIL WAYNE) +Uh hum mothafucka I'm me +And mothafuck P O L I C E +Me in all flavors make a bitch do favors +Turn your life into a wager +Hope your homies got some paper +Fuck it Ima gunna from the east side of the New Orleans +Where we eat all the beef and put the bullshit in the toilet +Put the choppers in the Harley +I mean choppers not Harleys not Harleys +Like a cop I popup and stop parties +I'm shorty when they call me but you can call me boss +And I'm on them trees like moths yeah +Get up on your mouths like floss yeah +I'm all over this shit like sauce yeah +Blood gang bitch Lil Wayne rich +And you bitch niggas can't tell Lil Wayne shit +Yeah stunt like my pa +And I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far +(CHORUS) +Bitches say that I'm a boss cuz of what they see +And all the wankstas outside tryin to hate on me +Cuz they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss) +Yeah they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss) +(PAUL WALL) +I'm at the top of the food chain +And bitch I'm getting hungry +Flossin up in this boss hog +I'm swangin like a monkey +Yes im too trill +Watch chain and grill +Flo game is ill the champion so real +Even when I was little with candy on power wheels +And Ima still hold it down until im over the hill +Chasing after dollar bills so I can smoke and pop pills +And pop the Gucci seal off the paint is feel +I learned to be a boss from my boy Slim Thug +Marbles double doors and big old Persian rugs +These haters need a hug tryina knock my game +I'm just hustler maintaining cashmoney like Lil Wayne +Im chasing after cheese with my homeboy Jeez +While chrome drop the Bentley top +We call it that strip tease +I must admit God has blessed me like I sneezed +And all the haters talking dime can suck these +Cuz bitch I'm a boss +(CHORUS) +Bitches say that I'm a boss cuz of what they see +And all the wankstas outside tryin to hate on me +Cuz they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss) +Yeah they know I'm a boss (I'm a boss)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro (Disc 2)(chewing) +Look +That right there... +Hold on +(takes a puff) +Nigga eatin' gummy bears and shit... studio +Might be going out dat disc +That was disc 1, Drought 3 +It's about to be disc 2 +Hope you got bofe o'em free +If you didn't, you stupid muhfu' +Anyway +Shoutout Nelly, JD +Blockado' +Marly, don't shoot 'em +It's disc 2, Drought 3, Bitch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Girl Like Her[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +See me, I'm focused man +But my girl don gon' snappy +Stuntin' like her daddy +Vroom on the Yamaha +She ride me like a Kawasaki +I call her lil buddy +Sometimes I call her shawty +She only wears dresses +She sleep in Ed Hardy +Ya digg hah +It's Young Weezy the 80's baby +And we can get together, make 80 babies +Now the house brand new +The car brand new +But your still the same old you + +[Chorus - RL] +I want a girl like her +That'll stay down for me +Everything that I need +That'll put me first +Here for better or worse +I wanna a girl like her +Somebody that'll look like her +Somebody that can cook like her +Sex is off the hook like her +On everything I need a girl like her +[Verse 2 - RL] +I need somebody that'll always send my bag +Somebody that'll keep me on track +When I feel the weight of the world on me +I need somebody like this +She gotta handle her business +Know how to hold my interest +Be there in an instant +I'm looking for you + +[Chorus - RL] +I want a girl like her +That'll stay down for me +Everything that I need +That'll put me first +Here for better or worse +I wanna a girl like her +Somebody that'll look like her +Somebody that can cook like her +Sex is off the hook like her +On everything I need a girl like her + +[Verse 3 - RL] +She's gotta have her head on straight + +My escape from the every day +Things to deal with +Someone to chill with +I can build with +Something real with +Not that everyday in the club +Need more than the average one +Something special +Extra exceptional +Freaky sexual +[Chorus - RL] +I want a girl like her +That'll stay down for me +Everything that I need +That'll put me first +Here for better or worse +I wanna a girl like her +Somebody that'll look like her +Somebody that can cook like her +Sex is off the hook like her +On everything I need a girl like her + +[Bridge - RL] +If you get your own money +If you got your own crib +If you got good credit +And you handle your biz +Sing along with this +Talking to you +Uh + +[Chorus - RL] +I want a girl like her +That'll stay down for me +Everything that I need +That'll put me first +Here for better or worse +I wanna a girl like her +Somebody that'll look like her +Somebody that can cook like her +Sex is off the hook like her +On everything I need a girl like her +[Outro - RL] +Talking to you +I'm looking for somebody like her +Could you be her? +Could you be her? +YeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Certified (Walk It Off)[Verse 1] +I say Young Weezy F. Baby, hottest nigga on the block +Use to really buy sickles, now I really motivite +Pop a front wheel off +Chill up in the pillow with yo girl, he got her heels up +She tryna get my ceilings +Chill when she feel, some say I'm one of them realest niggas +Them realest nigga, the illest nigga +She heal this nigga, we chill this nigga +We drinkin' not sippin', and we thinking 'bout dippin' in the Jacuzzi skinny +She get me she must repeat the procedure +Till she get me, got me good, so good till I ohh +Once she got me she gotta get Mack Maine +Cause mami he just like me, my nigga from Holly—Grove +Go inside your clothes like legs inside of pants +And speaking of breads, my shit came straight outta France +I ain't that type to dance, I can't, I really can't +I ain't, I'm really not +I'm Wayne, I'm really hot +I'm Wayne, I'm really hot +I'm Wayne, I'm really hot +I'm Wayne, I'm really hot +Tha pain, tha? Yea + +[Chorus] +I'm in the game going hard, tryna get the rim +And if I got her, I'm a take one for the team +And if u fog it up, and dodge yourself off nigga +Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga +[Verse 2] +Tip-toe on the sideline, get low when I see the referee +Like T.O., the eagles in my sock, I hide mine +I got my game unlock, I can find mine +Shit niggas up like a combine +Now I'm outside of the physicals like? do +I got steroids to heroine +They got me bonding with Barry who... say I'm in psycho +Mami say me loco, go crazy like winkle +Texas, like David Koresh +I'm waving a tech yea +Me, myself, I go to war with ATF yea +Be myself, ain't gotta be nobody else yea +Last one left, I cashmoney of the shelf yea +Damn, real got me so after gone +Coming for the belts, so who's the mothafuckin champion? +Modafuckin holdin' on a nigga's (? ) +Standin' at the front door like +DoDoDoDo, let me in! +DoDoDoDo, let me in! +DoDoDoDo, let me in! +DoDoDoDoDoDoDo, fucker + +[Chorus] +I'm in the game going hard, tryna get the rim +And if I got her, I'm a take one for the team +And if u fog it up, and dodge yourself off nigga +Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga +[Verse 3] +Throw it off the backboard, tell 'em niggas line up +I yank on 'em and throw the Birdman sign up +I seen tha hot spitta, he in this off season +He got the cheerleaders, they like real even +I mean the girls kiss here even +Mehn this bird is just competition (fuck 'em) +Opposely, to the opposition (fuck 'em) +Gotta be the whelm my position +If you tryna stay in my position +Got the CEO proposition +Hey what u know about the CEO poppin' pistols +Mofucker that's the CEO proposition +Hey what u know about the CEO poppin' pistols +Tell me that boi... + +[Chorus] +I'm in the game going hard, tryna get the rim +And if I got her, I'm a take one for the team +And if u fog it up, and dodge yourself off nigga +Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Go ahead be a playa, walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Walk it off nigga +Go ahead be a playa, walk it off niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Only ReasonLyrics for +?THE ONLY REASON by LIL WAYNE ft. SIZZLA & T-STREETS? + +(LIL WAYNE) +Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter +Them troop shoot them run like them playa?s oprah +They know me kingdom, make em scream like em see em opera +They smoke em weed, love em green like em grasshopper +Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka +But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda.. wat the picture wanta +Man a getin money, get tha bread to him bout stoppa +Youngmoney done done fly like em helicopter +U really wanna know wat goes in a nigga fofo +Bulletshot found on the street, im yellow dem voko +The president try and take him buy me, blow me bloco +Who? Rastafarian.. Juky gat them jump jump ( ya ya ya) +Flying uptown and kill tha man wen dey for rumble +Man a murder kid, for they mother, aunty and uncle +Man keeping me eye, in the rope +We play ay to.. if em playa ay to me, then we go up in the done blow + +(SIZZLA) +Itz Ana poppin +Don?t sulting nobody +No no no stoppin +Boy, yall see me jumpin +No no no yackin +No no no yackin +Actin up with a jumpin yah, im da loafin 4 rockin +Im da verse, up in mere factor words +Boy yall little, make we shoot you off tha face of the earth +Concerned, oh to mah, look how things turn out +Gang firm out, na their house +Them place gon burn out +Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaang- star +Me no take no charge bout me ready 4 da run star +Oh really, don?t be leaky +Ain't no pussies, but them bitches +Ain't no movie, ain't no comics +And no CNN, don?t be greedy +You dare not hear this song posted in a CD +No mess wit a mercy, less you can?t steal it +But be pretty.. +And they actin oh body +See the giving where +The only reason why them bogus living +Ain't no way down, please stay down +Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down.. + +(LIL WAYNE) +Pussy ass nigga don?t talk to me +I make this bitch bring your heart to me +Im only 5 ?8 and yall short to me +And yall movement looks like its important to me +Your girlfriend opens up her part to me +And if she gimme brain, she smart to me +Puppy ass niggas don?t bark at me + +Itz da big dog, call me Mr. Orkin fleas +Turn your block into a restaurant +Order and leave +What are u havin??? Organs please!! +And we stay strapped like Jordan?s beat +And we in tha center like Brad Daughtery +Ha..And im loken with Marly G +And we smokin so much, we could hardly breath +This other niggas flow is so watery +And im concrete wit this Carter 3 +(SIZZLA) +Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star +Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop + +Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star +Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop + +(T-STREETS) +Yessir, T ?street, bang bang back in tha building +They call me streets, so call me streets +If u call on reach, im on the streets +And im hungry like a dog on unleash +But im a tiger, and a dog is a feast +And I see through the fog in the trees +Because the nigga makes a logs and leaves +I walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeve +I need a money donor, cuz im dying to resist +I know mama gat her eyes on her seed +Therefore, I never stop, I just proceed +Their eyes make the peace hard to read +But it says, ?why im not leave + +(SIZZLA) +And they actin oh body +See the giving where +The only reason why them bogus living +Ain't no way down, please stay down +Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down.. +(LIL WAYNE) +We killin em softly +We killin em softly +And man em hustle like a dog, and have keep police them off me +Pistol in da trunk, and the baby in da car seat +Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy +And about the hour, him a heading to the money +Take your coughin baby, give the baby back to mommy +Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy +Bat the man down, boy, im shit around party +Party up, party up, they put the panty up +Sure gat the AK up, him a shoot the building up +We kill them softly, we kill them softly +He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay +My girl she need me, my girl she want me +Because me reppin youngmoney, me youngmoney..1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Throw Some D’s Freestyle"I can't feel my face" the album +Now watch me put the beat to sleep like a volume +Never mind me I jus are who I are +A flat footed nigga that walks when he talks +Off to the mall, pop a few bottles straight out the water with my mark jacobs goggles +And I go hard like a Brett Favre spiral, bitchess in they draws and niggas in denial +Hollygrove harlem pump up the volume david banner beat bitch bump like an stallion +Touch my madalion and meet my buretta leave ya lookin' like a burger with extra +Ketchup now throw ya sets up we f*ck sets up we pick shells up you pick ya chest +Up I'm on my 1, 2 like a push-up L'z is fitted like cook up +Money in tha bank watchu thank, money in tha pocket yea I got it bitches get plugged +Like sockets, I launch sluggs like rockets 5 4 3 2 rockets, livin' like a gangsta, get like a +Hustla ya girlfriend backed up stick her with a plunger baseball batter louisville slugger +I got enough cash for it to rain or thunder, ice drippin homey gettin' ya cash my wrist is antartica my +Neck is alaska my pinky ring is tha north pole come meet santa I spit nicotine come +Meet cancer +I really don't give a f*ck about'cha what I'm sayin is a nigga would take your heart +Out'ch and in that neighborhood my face is like a vulcher I swear I keep that gun on +Point like a bouncer elsa tha kush I smoke that kush and I run this muthaf*cka like +Reggie Bush New Orleans crook give me wat I took me and my money now that's a +Good lookEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Su WooPardon my gang affil +But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field +Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel? +Respect my aim because I aim to kill +Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga +Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga +I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga +I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga +Ha, I smoke something bitch +My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch +I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder +Tec 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers +Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya +2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya + +Hahaha, bandana on the right side +East side until I die + +You better change like it's Mardi Gras +And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw +See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana +And he's from Compton, baby, bandana +We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers +Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar +Lemme hear you say Su Woop +Su Woop, Su WoopEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rich As F*** - Album Version (Edited)Lil Wayne (Verse 1) +AK on my night stand, right next to that bible +But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0 +Pockets gettin' too fat, no weight watchers no lipo +Money talks, bullshit walks, on a mother fuckin tight rope +And I make that pussy tap out +And knock that pussy out cold +And you nigga get beat the crap out +But that's just how a dice roll +These hoes hold that hose pipe +So I give all these hoes pipe +She get on that dick and stay on +All night like porch lights +Lets do it, fuck talking +We out here, we ballin +And I'm sprayin at these rusty niggas +Like WD-40 +We fucked up, we truck'd up +No ifs, ands or butt fucks +Bitch niggas go behind your back +Like nun chucks and thats fucked up +But my hoes down and my cups up +My niggas down for whatever +These bitches think they too fly +Well tell them hoes I pluck feathers +Cause I'm tunechi, young tunechi I wear truckfit +Fuck gucci, she blowin kisses at me with them pussy lips +Smooches and thats 2 Chainz +2 Chainz (Hook) +Look at you, now look at us +All my niggas look rich as fuck +All my niggas look rich as fuck +A-All my niggas look rich as fuck (2X) + +Lil Wayne (Verse 1) +Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin +I turned a penny into motherfuckin Janet Jackson +Tell the bitches that be hatin' I ain't' got no worries +I just wanna hit and run like I ain't' got insurance hoe +Whats yo name whats yo sign zodiac killer +All rats gotta die even master splinter yea +Murder 187 I be killin them bitches +I hope all dogs go to heaven +And I got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codine +Call me Mr. SandMan, I'm selling all these hoe's dreams +I gotta white girl with big titties +Flat ass TV screen +I keep a bad bitch call me the BB king +Well you know I got that lack outa +Then put the bitch out like a house fire +Im killin these hoes like Michael Myres +I eat that cat just like a lion +And I can't trust none of these niggas +Can't trust none of these hoes +And I see your girl +When i want I got that hoe tivo'd +Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy +Nigga try me thats a dead ass pussy +Since y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact +To tell you the truth, don't care who's looking +All I know is I love my bitch +And pussy feel just like heaven on earth +6 feet deep ditch shovel in the dirt +R.I.P. rest in pussy +Light that shit then pass that shit +We gon' get some smoke out +And then I went and got locked up +Every night I dreamed I broke out +One time for them pussy niggas +Thats that shit I don't like we +Eatin' over here nigga +Fuck around and have a food fight +And thats 2 Chainz +2 Chainz (Hook) +Look at you, now look at us +All my niggas look rich as fuck +All my niggas look rich as fuck +A-All my niggas look rich as fuck (2X)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Oh IWoke up this morning, with a naked women +Like I was making a porno, but I, but I I +I can't remember how she made it to my bed +I gotta figure it out before she wake up in my head +Get my shit I gotta get her I gotta get her outta here +I swear the game play was smart, suppose to be in and out of here +But it didn't go that way so I called up Spitter +Cause he liked her anyway when he saw me with her +Thats how we do, how we did it how we get her +Young money in this bitch, fuck them hoes, fuck them niggas. yeah +And I know that they can't fuck with me, because of the +Way I am so comfortly, running the, fucking G +Youngin hold down the place +Running round the city buying everything you niggas make +Niggas can't fuck the way I rock +Thousand dollars on the sock +Hot boy get up bitches, outlawed.... + +So motherfucking fly, that is so motherfucking lie +I know Jesus is watching this session looking at me like +Thank you Lord, you know I try so hard +So if they try me Ima spank em for it +Now Im all up in her mouth like a cancar sore +I two dollar drink a whore,You mink the whore +You like to link the whore, I think of her, as a whore +Like what the fuck you thinking for? +What is wrong with that mind of yours? +She's a dinosaur, she's a Teranosaurous Rex for sex and +Fly as a Terracdactal, I very spectacular +Every move is emaculate though magnificent +Living it up and giving my ten percent to the man up above +Thats probably why I am significant +Ain't gotta tell you about how I finish it +You can look in my face and experience it you bitches +Never been with that bullshit so dont you bring it around me +Im from tear it up avenue right off of get down street you know me I say +Never hesitate, always had a pistol, never been afraid to show +Let it whistle like du du du dudu, du du du +Still creepin on my side, will kill you if you try +Give my money to my momma she will give it somebody +Thats my little biddys brother, hes a bad motherfucker +Im smart hes tougher who will survive? +I want to fly like a boy in the sky +I can buy anytihng that money can buy +Oh I +I can turn a knickle or you and homies retired +I can do just anything whatever my soul desires1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Done ItMaine, Raw Dizzy... +Don't say it nigga don't do it +I don't do it cause I done it (I done it) +I hustle lotta bread +Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it) + +Steppin in this motherfucker live-r than a concert +No these ain't converse +No we cain't converse +I done went beyond berserk +I done got behind a trick +I line em up I knock em down +Stack em up I back em up +Ambulance rack em up +Body bag pack em up +White sheets bloodied up +Mean mug your buddy up +Tellin niggas buddy up +I catch em while they huddle up +They feel every slug +When the pistol go nuk uk uk +Run up in your girl crib +Now she all like but but but +I ain't tryna hit that shit +Ain't nobody innocent +I ain't wanna hear the shit +I got her with the pillow mint +I took out a bag of coke, sprinkled just a little bit +Know who you dealin with, a full hand of aces, I +Shuffle with kings, and cut off queens +And this here, is where the bullshit +Cut off, you NAHMEAN +You couldn't see me with some high beams +Hey + +(Chorus: x2) +Don't say it nigga don't do it +I don't do it cause I done it (I done it) +I hustle lotta bread +Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it) +Don't say it nigga don't do it +I don't do it cause I done it (I done it) +I hustle lotta bread +Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it) +Yea + +I'm a rapper but I'm not a writer +Cause I does it in my head +Only thing I write is checks +Homie I be gettin bread +Look how I tease the feds +Pink yellow blue diamonds got my PIECE +Lookin like a fuckin EAST-er egg +Mack maine tried to teach me how to count bars +I stack chains that's what keep me outta cop cars +My rap name carry weight like a fat broad +My gat game told you niggas in (? ) + +I'm so hood when I do it +It's the same mack maine I distribute the fluid +Let it rain in ya veins yea homie we could do it +And the gain in the game if I aim at your brains them bullets rippin through it +See I be labeled as the hustler's hustler +Got a few up in the trunk and got a few in the muffler +Paranoid when I stare through so paranoid I might +Motherfuckin steal you so don't be in my rear view +Hey + +(Chorus: x2) +Don't say it nigga don't do it +I don't do it cause I done it (I done it) +I hustle lotta bread +Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it) +Don't say it nigga don't do it +I don't do it cause I done it (I done it) +I hustle lotta bread +Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it) +Yea + +I'm not jokin I'm tryna score a hundred of them +Things just to bust my block open +Glock pokin outta my shirt to stop motion +Seen my cousin get popped and got focused +I noticed the route that I've chosen could bring fortune +Plus sometimes it rains too hard so watch where the road is +I hear a lotta hoe shit +Gotta lil something but I'm tryna get some mo' shit +I'm a still thug it out I tell my body's so stiff +Ridin with my slugger I'm feelin kinda bogus with no motive +My main goal is to ball like Lamar Odom +And haul cocaine and use this rap shit as a token +Stress got me smokin a jo' totin a fo' fo' and +Scopin to kick somebody's no' in +Knowin I got a lil son to look after +But I'm a hustler fuck being a good rappa +(Chorus: x2) +Don't say it nigga don't do it +I don't do it cause I done it (I done it) +I hustle lotta bread +Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it) +Don't say it nigga don't do it +I don't do it cause I done it (I done it) +I hustle lotta bread +Cause I don't move it I just run it (I run it)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hello WorldUnn Hello world im ur muthaf***** troublemaker +Hello world im ur muthaf***** troublemaker +I ain't a peacemaker, im the peacetaker +Im very destructive, watch me break ya +Yea, i love to smell that blood, bi*** +Call me the devil what the hell that wuz +Yea and u can call me young money streets +And you can see me for all the young money beef +Im the troublemaker +Call me mr. kill em all +Bitch nigga dont get involved +Shoot you on the front porch +And knock ya to the back yard +Knock ya fuckin back off +Knock ya top rack off +You just see jill on the hill, i nocked jack off +Bi this ain't nursery +This is brain surgery +Skee mask on ma bullets +Let em commit brain burglery +Eeemergency, its an emergency + +Someone in all black left the whole scene burgundy +Kamikaze you can try me ima shoot ya +When the gun in this position you can call it Kama sutra +Ima cock and do it like a mothafuckin roosta +You puussy boi im ya muthafucking doucha +Haha, better run like bobby boucha +Its weezy baby its time to induce ya +You think you really safe in here +Stand up we about to take it there +And when we do we come for you to take your body +Where nobody else with eyes can see +And i tol em dont start no sh** won't be no sh** +Dont start no sh** won't be no sh** +Dont start no sh** won't be no sh** +Dont start no sh** won't be no sh** +Hello world im ur muthafu**** troublemaker +I come in ya office you playin wit my fuc*** paper +I flip ya desk rip ya neck strong arm1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Weezy on the Streetz of N.O.(Bitch) +Right now, man +The streets of New Orleans is real fucked up, man +But, don't look at it like that cause +I ain't gonna lie, it's so back -- +It's not back to normal, cause it'll never be +But, I mean, it's back to a way +That you probably didn't think it would be back to +So, you know what I mean +People are living +People are breathing +But you know what I mean +That shit still was fucked up +And it's gonna always be fucked up +And people are still fucked up about it +And people are still fucked up over it +People died, and that's what's real about it +You know what I mean +The streets is gonna always be fucked upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shake Yo Money Maker[Hook] +Shake your money maker +Don't break the money table +Take the money, baby +Do your thing +Ooo boy, if you love it when I shake my body +Hop on the train and get right behind me +Shake your money maker +Don't break the money table +Take a ride on the choo-choo train +Ooo boy, if you love it when I shake my body +Hop on the train and get right behind me + +[Verse 1 - Ms. Tee] +Boy, I like the way you make me dance up on the floor +When the song go up, I nod my head, I wanna hear more +I wanna rock, my ? body +I wanna move, my ? body +All my girls, ? a bar +Don't matter if you're big, fat, skinny, or small +Let's work, work, 'til the early morning +Let's get high, 'til the break of dawn +Everybody, just move your feet +All you ladies, come and shake your money maker with me + +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Up in the club on the Hennessy +Fake booty clowns are shakin' on me +I can barely stand up +I can hardly see +I drank it down and hit the VIP +Love when we hit the back +You let me hit from the back +And back to floor, lookin' for more +I ? shorty at the bar +I might as well ? +?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In A Cage(Jojee) +Medicate me like a mental case +Cuz I'm an animal in a cage +In my bed we'll take the stage +Cuz we're just animals in a cage + +(Lil Wayne) +You hear rarara +You hear ooolala +Just animals in a cage +I got the zoo on lock +We bout to tear this bitch down +I pull this elephant out +You lookin edible now +Like you ain't been pet in awhile +And if we get out there baby we sleep to the jungle +You know im still linked to the jungle +You know im the king of the jungle +I pull the strings you strung to +I flap the wings you run to +I teach you things you dumb to +Imma be an animal wit you +That other guy he's gon hunt you +You know Im discreet he disgustin +You know he just beat it and brush it +You know im elite he eruptive +And you know im a freak he gon judge you +And you know imma treat it so custom +And you know like a beak he gon duck you +When you under my wing its so different +And you know in that cage i go Nicholas +(Jojee) +Medicate me like a mental case +Cuz I'm an animal in a cage +In my bed we'll take the stage +Cuz we're just animals in a cage + +(Lil Wayne) +Let me be your animal +And let me geranimo geranimo all up in your cameltoe +Girl i got the antidote +Let me medicate you and get vetenarial +Imma eat you like a lion eat an antelope on an animal planet show +Shes on to me now +We born to be wild +She sworn that she vow imma only denial? +Catch her on the rebound +Animalistic sexual tendencies express them tremendously +And work out the chemistry enjoy the intensity, serenity +We bout that wild life +We bout that high life +We get higher than eyesight +And then we just skydive +Mentality in a phase radicals in a rage +Valuables in a blaze hot animals in a cage + +(Jojee) +Medicate me like a mental case +Cuz I'm an animal in a cage +In my bed we'll take the stage +Cuz we're just animals in a cage +(Lil Wayne) +You know you know you know +Under my wing its so different +You know in that cage I go Nicholas +Up in that cage I go Johnny +And I pull this elephant out +She lookin edible now +Like she ain't been pet in awhile +Yeah I pull this elephant out +She put on a sexier smile +Like she ain't been fed in awhile +Animals in a cage +Cameras in a cage +Dont be naked and afraid we some animals in a cage girl +Got candles lit in the cage girl +And we lit in the cage girl + +(Jojee) +Medicate me like a mental case +Cuz I'm an animal in a cage +In my bed we'll take the stage +Cuz we're just animals in a cage + + +Animals in a cage +Cameras in a cage +Dont be naked and afraid we some animals in a cage girl +Got candles lit in the cage girl +And we lit in the cage girl +Chorus15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Zero V3 (Nothing Without You)[Verse 1: HoodyBaby & Lil Wayne] +You drive me crazy, I got road rage +My top down in the rain, it's a cold day +Gave you my heart, you let me die, that's a cold case +They say we running out of time, I walked the whole race +I walked the whole race +All I ever wanted was someone to call my own (That's all) +All a nigga need is for you to call my phone (That's all) +All that talk about true love, truly wasn't true +And all that shit you you loved, you just wasn't you + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo this slow +But I just had to slow it down and break it down +So you can hear me when I say + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I need you +I'm nothing without you +A zero without you, baby +I need you +I'm nothing without you +A zero without you, baby + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +You ain't even told me "Happy New Year," yeah +You starting the year off with that bullshit +Fuck it, I'ma take a shot for you, cheers +I'ma do me better than you did +You don't like it when I talk like that +But you don't bite, you just bark right back, with your dog ass +I feel played, you rained on my parade +But that's on me, I should've checked the forecast +And you don't like it when I talk like that +Hang up in my face and call right back, with your crazy ass +But that's okay 'cause when he throw you away +One man's treasure was another one's trash +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo this slow +But I just had to slow it down and break it down +So you can hear me when I say + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I need you +I'm nothing without you +A zero without you, baby +I need you +I'm nothing without you +A zero without you, baby + +[Verse 3: HoodyBaby & Lil Wayne] +All that talk about true love, guess it wasn't true +All that shit you said you love, guess you wasn't you +I don't even wanna talk about it, no not a word +You drive me crazy, I got road rage, I'm fucking up the curb +You gon' get what you deserve, a house on a hill +A man to pay the bills but that nigga ain't real +Tell me what happened to trust? What happened to us? +You said you'd walk me through the bullshit like a crush but left me crushed + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +We don't even talk no more +We ran out of words to say, yeah +We don't even laugh no more +We ran out of games to play +Now that's cold +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +And I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo this slow +But I just had to slow it down and break it down +So you can hear me when I say + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I need you +I'm nothing without you +A zero without you, baby +I need you +I'm nothing without you +A zero without you, baby + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +A zero without you, baby +A zero without you, baby +A zero without you, baby +A zero without you, baby +A tempo this slow, a tempo this slow +But I just had to slow it down and break it down +So you can hear me when I say +[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LoalYoung Mula, baby +You thought it was over? + +I wasn't born last night +I know these hoes ain't right +But you was blowing up her phone last night +But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh +Nigga, that's that nerve +Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse? +Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine? +You know how the game goes +She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh +Nigga, that's that nerve +You all about her, and she all about hers +Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos +And I done did everything, but trust these hoes +(CB fuck with me!) + +When a rich nigga want ya +And your nigga can't do nothing for ya +These hoes ain't loyal +These hoes ain't loyal +Yeah, yeah, let me see + +Just got rich +Took a broke nigga bitch +I can make a broke bitch rich +But I don't fuck with broke bitches +Got a white girl with some fake titties +I took her to Dubai with me +Eyes closed, smoking marijuana +Rolling up that Bob Marley +I'm a rasta +She wanna do drugs +Smoke weed, get drunk +She wanna see a nigga trapped +She wanna fuck all the rappers + +When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) +And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no) +These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't) +These hoes ain't loyal +Yeah, yeah, let me see + +Black girl with a big booty +If she a bad bitch, let's get to it right away +We up in this club +Bring me the bottles +I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man +That's a no no girl +All this money in the air +I wanna see you dance + +Just got rich +Took a broke nigga bitch +I can make a broke bitch rich +But I don't fuck with broke bitches +When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) +And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (no, nothing) +These hoes ain't loyal +These hoes ain't loyal +Yeah, yeah, let me see + +With ciroc in the system +Ain't no telling will I fuck them, will I diss them +That's what they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood +No relation, I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em +LVs, Hermes, Dolces +Them hoes ain't loyal. Man, they rotate +School me to the game, now I know my duty +Put her in a Lotus +She was riding in a hoopty +Fuck that bitch +I got my own hoe +Fuck your weed +I got my own smoke +Had to put my mink back on +Tell that bitch +Put a ring back on +Montana + +Come on, come on, girl +Why you frontin'? +Baby show me something +When I call her, she gon' leave +And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat +Come on, come on, girl +Why you frontin'? +Baby show me something +You just spent your ring on her +And it's all for nothing +When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) +And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothing for you) +These hoes ain't loyal +These hoes ain't loyal +Yeah, yeah, let me see +When a rich nigga want you (want you baby) +And your nigga can't do nothing for ya +These hoes ain't loyal (they be playing games) +These hoes ain't loyal +Yeah, yeah, let me see +Yeah, yeah, let me see +Yeah, yeah, let me see +Let me see +These hoes ain't loyal +Let me seeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sleazy[Kesha - Intro] +I don't need you or your brand new Benz +Or your bouji friends +I don't need love looking like diamonds +Looking like diamonds +[Wiz Khalifa] +Okay I'm young and I'm tatted +I get them bucks like an addict +In this Christian Dior, I spend so much on my fabric +I got a wifey at home and what she wants she can have it +And she in love with my stick, she say I work it like magic +Okay no need to panic, I'm on a beach where the sand is +Somewhere smokin' on medication, no I won't need a bandage +Some would look at my age and try to say I'm young and I'm handsome +I say I'm filthy fucking rich, so I'm an old dirty bastard +And my cribs a disaster and my kush is the master +I was in my yellow car but my Ferrari go faster +Sounding like a band in it and my diamonds the dancers +On the remix with Kesha, bout to go see the cashier +On the grind so now my watch has got a lot of diamonds in it +I look down and see a hundred thou' and think its time to get it +Brought a lot of marijauna and I'm here to share it +No it's not a problem, better get it, then I won't be here tomorrow momma +[Kesha] x2 +I don't need you or your brand new Benz +Or your bouji friends +And I don't need love looking like diamonds +Looking like diamonds +[Andre 3000] +We start out so cute in our baby pictures +That momma shot for our daddy so that HE wouldn't forget you +He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he'll remember +If not he's human, I'm human, you human, we'll forgive him +God gives him his ultimatum, can't see how momma hates him +He's such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him +I'm only 8, I'm not old enough, guess it's complicated +Two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated +I only say this in cadence so it don't get negated +I was gon' save it for later but later look like maybe +This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes +Would be all new and through through, but its the 1980s +But now that we are cool cool, she sippin' Irish Baileys +She say "Stacks, you're true blue?" +I said "Nah, I'm Navy" +I call her Kesha, she like it, because it's hood to her +She call me Andre 6000 because I'm good to her +[Kesha] x2 +I don't need you or your brand new Benz +Or your bouji friends +And I don't need love looking like diamonds +Looking like diamonds +[T.I] +Hey Kesha what up boo its me +Do you know what to do wit me? +Bad bitches, I got two of me +Well you better make it two or three +Bad bitches know me so don't bother introducing me +They want me more than diamonds +Wipe me down bitch, I'm super clean +I'm hella cold, mega paid, making moves doing things +Bitches stay queued and they all wanna do the king +I'm ballin', royalty, knew it when I seen her +I was gonna take her, make her my new royal penis cleaner +My demeanor something special and this dick is so impressive +Bitch I bet you take it off and take it with you if I let you +I ain't trippin', I'm just here, couldn't catch you when I catch you +Bitch my swagger super natural +Get you pregnant looking at you +I ain't nothing like them other dudes +I'm an atom bomb, they a molecule +Still paint ballin' out the frame, stuntin' like a fool +[Kesha - Hook] +I don't need you or your brand new Benz +Or your bouji friends +I don't need love looking like diamonds +Looking like diamonds +Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum +The beat's so fat gonna make me come +Um, um, um, over to your place! +Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum +The beat's so fat, gonna make me come +Um, um, um, over to your place! +[Lil Wayne] +We be on that shit that no one be on +Thats what we one, smoke that neon +Kings of Leon, Dynamite Napoleon +Got some skinny's and a tee on +And some vans and my mans got the ratchet +While I'm laying in some pussy you be laying in a casket +And I'm just saying, I'm just spazzing +Im just smashing, Im just nasty +If you 'bout it, bust it open +Oh you fancy man, I got so many flows like mansion +Catch a tantrum, know a girl called Cleopatra +She a throw that pussy at ya +I'm financially straight like a lion +I ain't lying +And all my hoes on they toes +Ballerina, Black Swan +Man we on Ciroc, Grey Goose +It's Weezy baby, sleazy baby +Young Mula baby! +[Kesha - Hook] +I don't need you or your brand new Benz +Or your bouji friends +I don't need love looking like diamonds +Looking like diamondsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LoverLover (Feat. Lil Wayne) +This argument is just gonna keep going on, and on +And at this point I don't even really care who's right or wrong, ah +I just don't wanna fight anymore, even forever but on you and for +And if you think this is the way to be, I'm sorry this ain't no worth on me +And I know, I know, that no one's perfect +But what's the purpose, if we can't even make it through the day +Without fighting, we can't even get along +I would just rather let it go, cause you soon already know that + +I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover +Not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter X 3 + +Don't even matter, what you sayin' +Right now I just need some time so I can do some thinking +Will this be the end of me and you, whoa, whoa +All I know is that I'm stressed out +Seems like we've tried everything I gave me best shot +Now and every time for us to go in the town +I know, that no one's perfect +But what's the purpose, if we can't even make it through the day +Without fighting, we can't even get along +I would just rather let it go, cause you soon already know that +Without fighting, we can't even get along +I would just rather let it go, girl you already know that +I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover +Not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter X 3 + +I got that gene in my system, somebody gonna be my victim +Yeah, don't fight that love, just bear with me baby like a white and black cub +Girl love is a must, so don't put up a fuss +I'm hard as steel, she wet, making rust +With you nobody, and I'm somebody +... around it, yeah, haha +All we do is fussin, don't start honey +And I put that ... and make you up funny +Yeah, PJ, young money, New Orleans, and it really don't start nothing +Won't be nothing, let me say something +I'm a lover not a fighter, but I think I told you that +I know, that no one's perfect +But what's the purpose, if we can't even make it through the day +Without fighting, we can't even get along +I would just rather let it go, cause you soon already know that + +I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover, I'm a lover +Not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter, not a fighter X 3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Come About It[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed with Cash Money, pocket fulla money +Niggas pop shit, always talkin' 'bout somethin' +See ya' ass in public, it's a whole 'nother subject +Man they just talk about it, they just talkin bout it +And I'm on the streets with it, I'm on the streets with it +See where I come from you got to be about it +And if you want it want it, we come and see about it + +[Verse 1] +Okay, uhh +It's Weezy baby like the last shit +A big car and a bad bitch, uhh +I'm so fly, I need my ass kicked +These niggas ballin' by accident, uhh +Keep talkin' nigga fuck up your body +Send you home and tell your mom it was a accident, uhh +Haha, I'm a G til the casket drop on my glasses, uhh +Fast money, I'm the fastest +I got that hustler's passion ya know +Them boys back in the ass end +I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in +Okay + +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Okay it's been a murder, bitch I make a killin' +Insurance papers and the safe money in the ceilin', uh +I got a pillow case full of pistols +Come thru a nigga house and aim at the pillows, uh +Yeah, wake up, wake up, fuckin' with them boys +You gon' wake up taped up, ya dig +Now go drink that lake up stick 'em in the trunk +And let them feel that bass pump, haha +These niggas is nuts that man that M-14 leave you physicially fucked +Haha these niggas is ducks well you can call me Scrooge +Cause I'm swimmin' in bucks, bitch + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Yeah okay, yeah, yeah +Too hot, to cold, uh, I'm red hot, blue cold +I'll knock your melon out your fruit bowl +All my guns black, I got true soul, yeah +And i call my coupe black panther bla, bla, bla +Thats the gat anthem and if a nigga play with family for that matter +I'm a smoke so many niggas I'm a catch cancer, c'yeah +And if I step up out this Benz'o, you know +I'm comin' with a gun like a Nintendo, they soft +Them niggas fallin' when the wind blow +Then I'm rollin' up my window, fuck 'em +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hello Brooklyn 2.0Hello Brooklyn! + +[Chorus] +Hello Brooklyn how you doing +Where you going and can I come too +And if I can I'ma be your man +You could be my lady and have my baby +And drive my car and drive me crazy +Wherever your going baby girl just take me +Cause I'm so taken if you taken +I'm just saying baby I'm just saying + +Like a mamma you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me +Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Burkley +They say you murked me by the time I was 21 +That shit disturbed me, but you never hurt me +Hello Brooklyn, if we had a daughter +Guess what I'ma call her, Brooklyn carter +When I left you for Virginia it didn't offend ya +Cause you know I only stepped out to get dinner +And I'm eating, so much I bought extra +So much so that dinners now turned into breakfast +I only roll Lexus to hug your road +I love your corners, I'm half your soul +Hello Brooklyn +[Chorus] +Hello Brooklyn + +Whats your story, she said she's eating on the run but she ain't Nore +She said she's got a man but he ain't worried +But baby I'ma have to rob him like Orie +She said she love B.I.G. and she likes 2Pac +And when I said Jay-Z she said it's the Roc +I'ma leave it like this like this like that +Where Brooklyn at, where Brooklyn at +Have you seen her, and when she tell you something you better believe her +She told me she like my new Orleans demeanor +And so I said goodbye Katrina and hello Brooklyn + +But baby you are the sweetest site eyes could see +I said hello Brooklyn, but baby I hope you never say goodbye to me +I said hello Brooklyn, but baby you are so damn fine to me +And I remember the time, place and the weather from the day you said hi to me +And I say hello Brooklyn + +Brooklyn you crazy look how you made me +Razor blades in my mouth walking 'round behaving +Or demented black hoodies and timberland'd +Always scheming you see the gleam on that niggas pendant +Hello Brooklyn, you bad influence +Look what you had me doing +But I ain't mad at you, look at my attitude it says my life's too real +Check out my ice grill baby I'm cold as ice +I come from Brownsville but my "beds in the 'stye" +Blow la la "flatten your bush" till we smoking c.i +What up to the boy d.i. you know I handle B.I +I don't half step on the 'caine, ask the dreads 'bout I +How you want it slow she like it hard cold +So I grind slow iller than out in square mall back in the 9-0 +My fine hoe we got some victims to catch +So in a couple years baby I'ma bring you some next +[Chorus] +But baby you are the sweetest site eyes could see +I said hello Brooklyn, but baby I hope you never say goodbye to me +I said hello Brooklyn, but baby you are so damn fine to me +And I remember the time, place and the weather from the day you said hi to me +And I say hello BrooklynEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mr. Gangsta[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Then the god stepped in +Instead of A the track should say Amen (Haha) +Drama I got it, Weezy bionic, Wayne iconic +Get up in that ass like a colonic +We don't do drive by's we do pull ups like Sonic +Don't it, remind you of greatness +Leave your ass faceless +I battle you, take your heart, and then taste it +I'm a crazy motherfucker, and so is my homies +And I promise, to make most of my moment +You boys ain't talking bout shit +Even in the bathroom you ain't talking bout shit +Shoot your ass in the leg, tell you walk it out bitch +Tommy gun on me like a Tommy outfit +I'm a, Hollygrove asshole +Bitch I'm gutta like a bad bone +Make the money do cartwheels +Footprint like a Carolina Tarheel +Just like young Mike +It's Young Money bitch we about to take flight +Weezy + +[Verse 2: Smitty] +Yes, you are now rocking with the best +Evil empire, DJ EFX +Remix Mafia, 3 6, we sick, make hit records prestigious +We just, ride 'til the new budget free up +Married to this shit 10 years, no prenup +Done with the games, man put the Wii up +Meet up at the Days Inn then turn the beat up +Re-up, yea I'm trynna get a key up +Say the game locked, Wayne better get a key up +(Ugh) On the flow put the G up +Velour suit FILA, feet up 2 seater +We up in the Poconos brewing that tea up +Bet better yet ? like cheya +Cheya money long like me (yuh) +Mean sixteens that'll end your career +We are, right here mon frere +From the same label that brought you Aaliyah +Prayer, in the air one shot, one tear +Warning, these rap niggas not what they appear +Never been cheap Louis Vs on my ear +Fuck the grill rather spend 10 mil on veneers (yea) +This a hip-hop premier +Talking old school D and D like ? +And Aaliyah (yea) still on some fly shit +And tell Splash "yea homie this our shit" +The flow crack, go and get the ? +Now clip that, take it back to the projects +I obsess over trying to be the best +But if it's no struggle, then it's no progress +And that's a hard pill that I try and digest +I just kill them off soft like Wyclef +Rooms in the sky, dead men fly +These type of words make a grown man cry +(Who am I) Most hated, underrated, and debated +If we ain't talking money homie I'll see you later +Kinda faded with this thick bitch looking like Jada +Take her back to the truck, then we fuck +Then I ate her, made her nut +Got her up, now she talking 'bout payment +Baby you already know that the flow so crazy +Nothing more, nothing less +Yes, you are now rocking with the bestEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money On My Mind (Remix) [Blow][Chorus] +Money on my mind, money on my mind +Money, money on my mind +Money on my mind, money on my mind +Money, money on my mind +So money is all I think of +Money on my mind, money on my mind +Money, money on my mind +Money on my mind, money on my mind +Money, money on my mind +So money is all I think of + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car +They in awe +I'm looking like a star, bitch +When you see me make a wish +Holla at ya motherfuckin' boy, J.R +Birdman my pa, bitch +Ball bred, born rich +Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit +Got these other haters pissed +Cause my toilet paper thick +I know, but trip +And that .40 make a chip +Out a potato-head wimp +Then, like ranch, I dip +And the hustle is all muscle +Just strength +When it comes to that weight I don't struggle +I just lift +I got my hand on the game +Yeah I make a grip +Hundred grand in my fist +Same on my wrist +Get key money from a quarter +Blame it on my wrist +I whip coke like hoes +Nigga I'm a pimp +Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market +If we talking 'bout money +Baby, now we talking +[Hook] +(Money on my mind) +Yeah, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches +Get money, get money, get money +(So money is all I think of) +Get money, get money, fuck bitches +Fuck bitches, get money +Fuck bitches, get money + +[Verse 2: Rick Ross] +20 grand in the left +Another 20 in the right +Got my wallet in the back +And that thing packed tight +Credit cards don't need 'em +All the birds won't feed 'em +While I'm sitting at the table just me and family eatin' +E-class on the cell; discussing another mill' +Gucci Gucci bottle empty, daddy needs a refill +Up in frevay I'm standing on the bar +If it ain't a black truck it's a quarter million Maz' +I'm in love with kush and Kate Fox +If ya need anything hit the safe deposit box +Outta town for a month +Came home with a duffel it was one point something +Getting brain and I love it +Pimp, ask Khaled. Lobster salad +Mobster acknowledge I'm popping in Dallas +Pop collars I touch hoes like crep flow +The game in a choke hold +No I won't let goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What Does Life Mean To MeBaby! Ghetto biotch! +What does life mean to me? +Cars clothes an a lot of jewelry +What does life mean to me? +A fine ghetto bitch wit a big ass booty +What does life mean to me? +Drinkin', pimpin' an a whole lot of weed +What does life mean to me? +Every things right what we said, please believe me +(Baby) +Talkin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sqad Shit[Intro: Lil' Wayne] +Yo - yea whattup world - SQAD Shit +I go by the name of weezy +He go by tha name of nut and +He go by tha name of gutta +And we... + +[Verse 1: Peanut Flame] +Bitch im sqad fa life +Hit cha one time and if you dont die +Bitches scarred fa life +Yall niggas hermaphrodites +Better grip ya torch is tight +When we park and cut off tha lights +Will hold tha fight +Believe these lil dawgs a bite +Im talkn phsyc +When im on or off the mic +In the rawest night +You could afford tha price +Call us soft or dark or light +Jus becuz my voice is light +The bottom of my arms is bright +Tha chrome is right here +Stand right here on tha site +Yount wanna be in that place +Witcha mom with a sad face +While they go and put ur ashes in that vase +Gimme room gimme git back space +Fore i fix it where yo jaw can't git back strait +And tha streets is too raw +It can't git back safe +If a josh should kiddy on tha strength of tha weight +Look im not a white boy +Not a new kid on tha block +Want tha white boy halla +Tha kidd on tha block ykno +[Hook: Lil' Wayne] +Ah ah ah ah ah its tha SQAD Shit +Yea its that SQAD Shit +Yea yea that SQAD shit +Oh oh SQAD Shit +Yea SQAD Shit yea +Its our shit - halla at cha boy + +[Verse 2: J.Gutter] +Its like a nigga dont git no sleep +Im tryna be tha first nigga up +So i can mirk tha street +Sit flock fat rocks +Gatta bag of trees +Fuckin pigs on my ass - so they taxin me +(J.Gutter) - i gives a fuck let them bastards be +(J.Gutter) - i got 100 trash bags of weed +(J.Gutter) - give it ta fee and move rapidly +(J.Gutter) - Supa in tha kitchen and he wrappin ki's +Im on tha block nigga puttin in work +Hustle hard from first ta first +But wait it gits worst +I gatta git it - til im lyin in a hurst +Dreams ta lockdown tha souf side of tha earth +Ima be gutta til im lyin in tha dirt +These niggas askin am i dyin ta a nurse +Nigga im hustla im grind til it hurts +Its gutta gutta bitch +[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] +Yea ima hustler baby +I just want you ta know +And i love me some ki's +Quarters ounces and o's +Na while this bouta bubble +So put it in there fast +Ta take all this crack +And go flood tha ave +Cut it back crums ta grams +From hand ta hand +Dubs ta grands +From the slums ta them industry club jams +I keep it jumpin +Supa my front man +Becuz i gatta do this rap shit jus fa a fronting +And if i ever see tha day my muzik bu-bumb +Back ta tha block ta pump sand +Know how ta live call me young man +And shit i did it fa my daddy +And understand if you lookn fa pitcture round that nigga in tha alley +Whaaat niggas still got it all tha time - just find me +True hustlers never stops ta grind - im grindin +When the drought come around some prices go up +My numbers come down +Nigga got hovers - got pounds - got bundles +Slick with the hustle +Weezy leave you with tha itch +And the uptown shuffle +Gimme a plate +Come through with that shit that they had back in 88 +Balloons of heroine +Silver packs are 88 +Crazy wait paper straight +Lazy eye mercedes 5 +Slow and drive +We dont need tha cop ta pull us over got that blow in inside +Man tha bitch ain't got no in size +Cuz it stop with tha yay from tha flo up +Come tell weezy wee you need that yola +I got more coc' than coca cola +Ima solja holdin down tha nolaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Don’t Know Us[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I do this when I wanna, momma +I hustle when it's hotter +Money, gun, weed in the water bottle +I'm the coolest in the sauna, momma +I ain't sweatin' it, I'm bettin' it +I'll make it back tomorrow, momma +I got corner honor +Ain't been to court since 2004 +Looks like I got it goin', your honor +I'm a lone rider, grind for my own dollars +They was in front, but I blow by 'em +[??] +I'm all holes like corn-rolls, open toes +Fake titties, yes, I bought both of those +Hold your nose, I'm the shit, can't be flushed +I got the toilet stopped up, call the plumber up +My stomach's stuffed, that's right, I'm eatin' +I smoke the best weed, look like I'm sleepin' +[?] evening, off it by the morning +Professional dope-boy, my office is Tha Carter +Yes I do, and I do it better than most +My competitive drive knock a nigga off the road, yeah +Lock and load, pull the triggers and roll, yeah +The bigger your mouth, the bigger the hole, yeah +We figured 'em out, them niggas is hoes, yeah +They lawn chairs, baby, quicker to fold +But me, I'm quick on my toes, I remember the code +You need a pass for the hood, watch me get through the toll +Shit, I been through the cold, I shot through the fire +Still rock too much ice, shoulda got you a visor +I pull up, the bitches flockin' at my [?] +Fresh like I just stepped outta the drier +Yes, no threat, I got the locker for lyin' +[?] the whole block's behind me +Yeah, stay low, the cops are spyin' +But they could never figure out the rocket science +No pocket knife, no pocket iron +Yeah, pots and pans make the pockets wider +Dig 'em a hole, let the property hide 'em +Build a house and throw a party over your dead body +Never said I never fell, but never dropped an assignment +Gotta finish what you start or the cops'll find it +Dinner in the park, yeah it may seem cool +But me, I'd rather not let 'em see my food +I'm stayin' strapped like Fila shoes +Bet I bust a motherfucker till the enemy move +C'mon, it's my game, nigga, get in and lose +Ya'll niggas never did what I do +I do me.. +[Verse 2: Jeezy] +Streets'll swallow you in this +So many bricks that you could build a mansion +With the house guest house, and a room for expansion +Twelve rooms, eight baths, don't make me laugh +Twelve rounds on my hip, don't make me blast +It ain't no secret, hoes is about it +Was flippin' that soft white before I ever became famous +A few tried, but they shall remain nameless +Lunar eclipse, they try to block my shine +Say what the fuck you want, can't stop my grind +One million, two million, three million, four +What the hell, maybe it's twelve +So listen little mane, this before the rap game +Before them videos, before all of them shows +Look at me now, nigga, I rock my own clothes +Mow my bitches, yeah, I make my own hoes1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Roger ThatI'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts +Got the Halloween kicks trick or treatin' the clutch +Come on nigga, is you trickin' or what? +Flow tighter than a dick in the butt + +Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv' +Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo +White girls tell me, "Hey Nicki, your camp rules +Is that why you get more head than shampoos?" + +Asalamalakum, no oink for me +And I never let a D-boy boink for free +'Cause it's Barbie, bitch, you can join the wave +I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phrase + +You couldn't beat me there if you had a Leer +Indian style court side with a cavalier +VIP Rosés you can have a beer +'Cause honey, when you getting' money, you don't have a care + +Now r-roger that, r-roger that +R-roger that, r-roger that +R-roger that, r-roger that +R-roger + +Young black Rico's kill for the C-notes +But me though, I'm Jack son bitch Tito +She wanna play games but this is not bingo +Monopoly, I'm past go, go ahead and deep throat +4-chick foursomes, skin colors mocha +Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem +Pole vault stroke 'em, strike it like bowlin' +Now open like you yawnin', it's 6 in the mornin' + +Sleepin' on me probably in a coffin +I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August, I'm awesome +I'm awesome, repeat it to your grandma and uncles +M-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the motherfucker + +Motherfuckers, this the last supper +Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer +I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil +I don't fear nothin', motherfucker, Young Money + +Now roger that, roger that +R-roger that, roger that +Fuck around and never get roger back + +(I'm goin' in) +Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette +The blunt still wet so pass it like bread +We sip side a mug, we call it upset +Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden death + +I'm a beast, you a pet +AK long neck, key sweat +Weezy, motherfucker, capo in this bitch with me +Money talks and have a convo' in this bitch with me +I'm mountain high, Colorado in this bitch with me +Flow crazy, 730, you just 650 +20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off +Laughin' to the bank, I'm a goof ball + +It's Y.M. and we at yo' neck like a violin +It's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amen + +Now roger that, roger that +Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat +F-fuck around and never get Roger backEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Can’t No NiggaCan't no nigga do it quite like me +Rock ice like Phi +Cop a J keep the price in the winter like Weezy +Ain't no nigga like me +This be, this be +Ain't no nigga do it quite like me +Can't no nigga do it quite like me +Rock ice like Phi +Cop a J keep the price in the winter like Weezy +Ain't no nigga like me +This be + +[Verse 1] +Now who you know can cop a J +Keep the price in the winter like me +Rock ice like me +Talk a monkey out a banana tree +I'm a P.I.M.P +Tip when I walk, slur when I talk +Bitch, catch the ? quick +If she runnin' her lip +If a nigga trip, I give him a clip +Now that's some gangsta shit +Nigga bitch believe, which is not just for me +Just for you +Instead of bringing one key +The bitch can bring two +I'm a bad mother ooh +Just doin' what I do +So smooth, I'm a hustler baby +I just want you to know +Anywhere I've been +Or where I'm about to go + +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dedication After DisasterNow listen man. This right here is dedicated to all the young mother fuckers all across the world, especially in my city, New Orleans man. I respect how y'all hold ya'll head and y'all stand strong after disaster, you know what I mean. You hold ya head high after disaster. Not only my city, there's every city and there's every youngin, not every youngin but almost every youngin, or there's a youngin everywhere who's been through or went through their own disaster, or who's going through their own personal disaster. But not to over, not to undermine my city, you know what I mean, we went through a tough one, and I wanna, I wanna let the young mother fuckers know that I see y'all nigga. I see y'all nigga. Getting money in different cities nigga, getting money in different ways, nigga respect my city nigga respect a New Orleanian when you see him in yo' mother fucking face man. 'Cause if they don't nigga I'mma make 'em respect meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let’s Ride[Sean Kingston] +It's Sean and Weezy, Weezy [x8] +Let's ride (ya mon!) and get high (Kingston!) +Let's ride, and get high +We don't back down, I'm laying the smack down +I'm sorry but you're never gonna see me fall +We don't back down, we movin' in packs now +I'm sorry but you niggas don't scare me at all +We don't back down, we makin' them stacks now +I'm sorry but we're just gonna continue to ball +We don't back down, I'm stating the facts now +But you niggas never gonna see us fall + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Chea! +Young and famous +Still armed and dangerous +Real nigga, take my own charge like LaDainian +Wild like a, Tasmanian devil, metal your cranium +I got my guap in a headlock; wrestlemania +Ha! man, I do what I do, look at all the bullshit I been through +Some call beef with you know who - but I turn that to beef stew +Rapper eater eat you, and if we stop the beat +You can probably still hear me picking rappers from my teeth +I’m the last of the elite +I got money, fuck a friend +Got them goons on deck like pitchers in the bullpen +On them Lil Weezy Ana streets, nigga fuck where you been +On a scale of 1 to 10, shawty I’m a 10 +[Sean Kingston] +Let's ride, and get high [x2] +We don't back down, I'm laying the smack down +I'm sorry but you're never gonna see me fall +We don't back down, we movin' in packs now +I'm sorry but you niggas don't scare me at all +We don't back down, we makin' them stacks now +I'm sorry but we're just gonna continue to ball +We don't back down, I'm stating the facts now +But you niggas never gonna see us fall +Let's ride, and get high [x2] + +[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Armed and dangerous +Ain't too many can bang with us +Straight up weed, no angel dust +Label us notorious +Thug-ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us +Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin' +Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins +We just sittin' here tryna win, try not to sin +High off weed and lots of gin +So much smoke, need oxygen +Steadily countin' them Benjamins +Nigga, you should too, if you knew +What this game'll do to you +Been in this shit since '92 +Look at all the bullshit I been through +So-called beef with you-know-who +Fucked a few female stars or two +Then I blew like nigga move like Mike +Shit, not to be fucked with +Motherfucker better duck quick +'Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit +Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim +No aspirations to quit the game +Spit yo game, talk yo shit +Grab yo gat, call yo clique +Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one +Pass that weed, I got to light one +All them niggas, I got to fight one +All them hoes, I got to like one +Our situation is a tight one +What you gonna do: fight or run? +[Sean Kingston] +It's Sean and Weezy, Weezy [x8]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Girls on GirlsWeezy Weezy Weezy Weezy Weezy... Weezy F Baby beach bum swagga +Pull up on the beach met a bitch named Sandra +Talk that shit get her to my sand castle +Take her off your 2 piece leave on your sandals +Told her I'm a beast she said Si she speak Spanish +Tan butt naked make the panty line vanish +The sun fell down and burned me on my crown +And now my head smokin like the heat in Miami +South beach killa she feelin me I feel her + +She say she got a man but I'm realer, I steal her +Thief on the beach there's freaks on the beach +We do it on the beach and let the water touch our feet +That's s** on the beach whatcha know about it +Girls on girls I build a girl mountain +It's young money yee ain't gotta count it +Girls on girls nigga I'm surroundedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Juug*[Verse] +I juug in the back of the hummer +I juug at the back of the complex +I work that wrist like a Timex +I do it big, nigga five-ex +I do not give out no freebie +I don't play, let's make a deal +I'm taxin' if you're fake nigga +I'm taxin' if you trill +Work, work, work +I got that work +Purp slurping, I got them percs +All of these medicine bottles +Ballin' like Cedric Ceballos1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Where the Cash At (feat. Currency)(feat. Currency & Remy Ma) + +[Intro] +You Catch My Girl Legs Open Betta Smash That +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Hook] +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Verse 1: Currency] +Bitches Come A Dime A Dozen, I Fuck 'Em Sistas Cuzzins +Its A Revolver Dawg Pussy Go And Pussy Comin +And When It Go To You Its Comin Back To Me Wit Money +I Told Her Put Some Shoes On And Keep My Paper Runnin +I Put My Mack, Downnnn Just Like A G Supposed To +And If She Dont Come Home Wit It Than She Sleepin Over +I Got Her Creepin Over, We Do It Than Its Over +I Like Them A'Maries, You Can Have Them Momma Rostas +Them Niggas Down Below Us, Baby We Up And Over +Im Tryin To Get Inside That Thang That Sit Between Ya Shoulders +Im Talkin Large Totals, Im Talkin Large Motives +Im Talkin Burner Rubber That Melted Pirelli Odor +Im Hoppin Out Unoticed, You Lookin At My Biiitch +You Wanna Holla You Can Holla Take Her On A Trip +But When The Deed'S Done, You Gotta Send Her Back... +[Hook] +...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I Got A Bitch In The Back, Gotta A Hoe In The Front +Got Purp In The Dutch, Got Purp In The Cup +I Tell Her, Get Ya Money Hoe Or Just Stop Breathing +Cuz If It Ain't About That Doe It Ain't About Me Neither +See A Gangsta Like Myself I Get That Paper And Pussy +Than That One I Make That Pussy Bring That Paper Straight To Me +Bitch! You Lookin At A Real Pimp Ask My Old Hoe +And They'Ll Tell Ya No Remote I Control Hoes +Im A Hold On Give You That Game Moma +If Ya Ain't Payin Than You Shouldn'T Be Playin Im Sayin +Broke Niggas Only Make Jokes Nigga +I Make More Than I Can Fit In This Quote Nigga +Unquote Come Sun Soak Wit Me Bitch +Fly Ya Down Here And Put You On Some South Beach Shit +And If You Smile At My Bitch I'Ll Make Her Smile Back... +[Hook] +...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Verse 3: Remy Ma] +See That Otha Chick Ass Fat, She Stuck Where The Cash At +Rem Stuck Where The Paper, Plastic, Product, And Where The Stash At +Where The Keys To The Whip And Crib And Where The Address At +That Bitch That Be Hidin Shit In Her Ass Crack +Niggas Dont Fuckin Call Me Baby Like Im Related To Weezy +Some Of 'Em Call Me R, None Of Them Call Me Easy +I Got Done Fuckin A Man Now This Bird Is Callin Me Screamin +Check The Way, Bicthes I Be Fryin They Be Call Em Breezy +See I Know He Gotta Man But Im Coofey In The Otha One +Cuz He Can't Get Tight, When He Hear I Pipped Anotha One +I Dont Fall In Love With Them, Come And Than Im Done With Them +Most They Get From Me, Is Wet Pussy And Some Bubble Gum +But, This One Dude Had Me Laughin +It Is Just One Thing I Can't Stand Is A Baggy Magnum +Would'Ve Thought Somebody Threw Me A Camera The Way I Caught A Flash Back... +[Hook] +...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash AtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So Fly (feat. Chop)(yeah) weezy is so fly in any weather +Hold up (ah pu) there goes the feather +Y'all niggas ain't even shoulder level +And i ain't on hova level, im over level +Im watching t.v with Regina and Angela +Im on they brain like some mutha fuckin amplas (yeah) +Shake something like dancers +Question my swag and get a mutha ffckin answer + +Yeah + +Yeah + +Umm, weezy a.k.a bring your girl to my tour bus +She ain't getting off unless she getting off unless she gettin off two of us dont give me that cup unless that f*ckin cup poured up +And when i say poured up +I mean with sorup +Young money baller +I deserve a tall bitch +If these walkies talk, they ain't talk bout yall shit (yeah) +Man i swear im so fly +I wake up in the sky +And wipe the cloud out my eyeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mr. Biggs[Intro] +Yeah, Mr Biggs +Hold on, hold on, hold on +Yeah, well not because of my size +Hey, yo, hey, yo hey, ho, haha +I might as well get me a bitch to say my name on all my songs + +[Verse] +Nigga, I'm young as a motherfucker +But money a motherfucker +Young Money motherfucker +Get it in blood puddles, shit +I'm in the South, where we livin' in mud puddles +Shit is a drug struggle when you niggas uppin' prices +I hug the Glock like a turnbuckle +Can't get stopped by the vices, no license +Rollin' like dices on the streets +Where the odds is high +Where the crime is life +And the life is time +And the time is jail +And in the jail you stressin' +The judge probably hit me wit an algebraic expression +But I get away free like Ocean's 11 +And I motion the metal +Like a pro-fiessional +And I'm rollin' especially like a pimp supposed to +Watch how you sit down, something's in that sofa +If she wit me, you know that something's in that hoe bra +She's a foreigner, so she say coca +I get broke off, and they get brok-er +They like "so what?" +I'm like "so when?" +We gon' know then +How to turn in, turn out +'Cause we gon' shoot back +'Till the burners burn out +'Till the burnin' burn down every house the block hold +I'm hollerin' at you niggas with every shot the Glock hold +You can't see me, there's a thousand blindfolds +And my mindstate, is put a thousand on top of those +I do school and do lunch at Pappadeuax's +They want beef, I turn that to sloppy joes +Copycats brrrrat, copy those +I got a strong relationship wit expensive clothes +This stuntin' shit is extensive and intense +Like pullin' up in somethin' Americans can't invent +I make 'em fall back, they gotta indent +Like a paragraph, the first sentence +Shit, I'm way smarter, man, I'm more gifted +Straight from the womb to pro, prolific +I'm so, I'm so so, I'm so lifted +High in the sky, me and pops takin' pictures +That's my vision, until my vision is vivid +I'ma give it all I got +We good, Jigga? You bitches!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Loser (remix)The loser microphone abuser +Feet hurtin i just walked from +Juersalem +So you should get onside with the movement +Im the proof +And ill die just to prove it +Whatcha ya wanna to know? +Anything, whatever +I can't tell ya, i can show ya better +Me and my gun +We took an oath together +We swear we never die if we both together +Girl this is my testifcation + +Ima wayne on they head like precepitation +And inhale you you need justifaction +But but for me it is just a vacation +Yeah, you can check my reservation +And youll see the top is my destination +You should admire my dedication +Im a winner just call me congratulations! + +WeezyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lean Back[Intro] +Owwww +Young Money in this motherfucker + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +There is no peace +I ride 'till there is no wheels +Till there is no streets +Like where is my piece +They dying in them cells or already dead +Or tryna kill themselves +I rep my niggas, I love my city +I feel myself and she feel my wealth +So it will not help, I gotta get me +And money like pussy and I gotta get deep +So I gotta get street cause it's riding on me +My niggas can't drive, I got riders with me +And nah I ain't into that back and forth chit chat +As a matter fact I'mma end that +Prone to destruction, home is corrupted +Stones in my dungies won't do the justice +Them hundred dollar homes is in abundance +Hustle on a mountain, hustle in a tundra +Get that money or don't function +Punctuation exclamation exclamation period +That's the way I have to make it +S to K, you better take it, idiots period +Bullshit, I pity it +Them guns shot so loud you would think I MIDI'd it +I shot more than once, I'm ab-libing it +Oh well you been in hell so what, I live in it +I'm giving it all I got for them incentives +Riding for them benefits and now it's back to 10 a brick +I like 'em thin and thick +Really I like 'em thick, high yellow and shit +Weezy F Baby +[Verse 2: Curren$y] +Hot Spitta, nigga, flow so sick +Sidekick talkin' to my older bitch +I had to leave her, 'cause she was too controlling and shit +I'm like "you can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch" +They got these niggas in the street tryna [?] +That's cool, bring it, I got guns for you son +I'm talkin' about 17 other Glocks with the beam +Homie, I guarantee that I don't miss +Hot Spitta ride slow +Two burners on the seat +Cops can't get addicted to my grind +Bitches stop riches, mami I ain't got time +Respect a nigga mind, bitch I'm tryna get my cake +They hatin' on me, they don't wanna see me get my shine +Gon' make me whack one of them niggas 'cause they fake +745 and I ride for that Uh +'Cause what I hustle for, these niggas try to take +But before they run up on me I'ma put it on his mind +Then they gon' find his body floatin' in a lake +I'm tryna figure out with [?] +These niggas mistake my kindness for weakness +Ain't nobody sweet bitch +Young money YM that street shit +Nothin' but heat slick +Rockin' you to sleep quick +Don't fuck around with the dudes +'Cause I ride around with them tools +And I bring the drama to crews +You know I keep sick, yeah!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rollers & Riders[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yessir, Weezy F. Baby, ya + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I thank the lord each and every day +And I'll have three blunts and some Perrier +My grill looks like an iced out barricade +And I got more green than the everglades +I'm the shit, I am funky like I never bathe +Baby, I'm tryin' to do numbers like a yellow page +When I was 14 I told my ma we will see better days +And sure enough I got Ms. Cita in a better place +I fucks with Marley and Capito from the eastside +On the eastside we all blood, we all family, never Di-vide +Keep my knees high in my levi, Now, don't fuck up my de-sign +Yeah, I am big dog, big dog, barkin' at you felines +Yeah, you niggas is simple, what's a Bentley to a Nissan? +I don't fuck around by the store, but go head and get your lease sign +Yeah, go head, add another finger to the peace sign, that's the W and B sign, bitch + + +Yeah, ya' understands me, Mack they gonna' respect me + +[Hook](x2) +Cause I'm a rider, I'm just another mothafuckin southsider +I'm on that syurp, so I act a 'lil tired +And everybody sippin', baby, I'm a rider +And everybody with me + +[Verse 2: Juelz Santana] +(Haha) +Money over everything, except blood +For money I do everything; shed blood +Spill blood, kill 'ya +Fo sho paper, you get slow'mo paper +They say my money fuckin' up the ozone layer (Woah) +I got yacht money, you got robo' paper +Told ya, my money waver tip yo' robo ova (Ova') +I let the gats flare (Yep), quicker than the mac flare (Yep) +I hear ya' pussies need a pap-smear, haha, yeah +So come follow this (Come), gun-dermatologist (Me) +One gun by the hip (Uh-oh), show you how the Poppa's sit (Pop, pop, pop) +Believe me, my bullets bite with a lobster grip (Damn) +And trust me, I know how to fish (Gotcha'), Boy +And I feel like a shark on his worst day (Move) +Cause you're just a little mermaid +I got that promethazine flow (What's that?), Slow +They can't fuck with me (Nope) +Let's go, come'on + +Dipset, you know what it is, Santana, ay', ye'dig, all right, Dipset bitch + +[Hook](x2)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +President Carter Signs Off[Lil Wayne (Spoken)] +I'm signin' out this bitch +And like I said, this was the mixtape, faggots +Sucka Free, bitch +Nicki Minaj +Young Moola, Dirty Money, man +The mistress +President, yo!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hundred Million Dollaz[Spoken Word: Lil Wayne] +I spent about a hundred million dollaz, hundred million dollaz, hundred million dollaz +5 Star Stunna in stores now, you bitch, you +Go get that +And like I said, this the Sucka Free mixtape +Miss Nicki Minaj +Young Money, Dirty Money, bitch, holla at me +You dig?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +F*** YouWho that, weezy bitch +Like Sigel, you fuckin' with the young don, people +Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel +Muh'fuckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle +I get sums in lumps, like measles +My dough sick, on occasions, I catch seizures +I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you +And for that cheddar, hungry niggas'll eat you +We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes +Bitches, yell I wanna do those guys +Ain't that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo' +I'm nineteen and I got banked at O +That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls +But the price on that muthafucka ain't that low +Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo' if your fuckin' with the dude +Big shout from Cash Money Records, fuck You +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Chains, nines, guns that's us +The slogan is "We will bust" +The rules our this our size +Cross it young nigga and you will die +Pumps, ride guns, even 25's +Cash Money got this, don't even try it +Stay where you from, don't bring no static +If not, then semi-automatic +This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back +Fuck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at +What's beef, beef is when you fuck with us +Guaranteed to lay yo' ass up under the bus +There's no one quicker than a hot boy nigga +That'll get you with the knife or pow with the trigger +There's no one keaner with the chrome Sarafina +Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fo' sho' nigga, I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit +If a nigga don't like it they can suck my dick +I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari +Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow +Fuck a cutless, regals and rams V-12 +Gotta have somethin' fast just to get out them jams +Got a big ass crib with a flow lil' fuck +Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up +Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth +Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room +Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall +Jaguar floors and fuck all y'all +BMW lights, projectors to watch fights +Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads +Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy +I don't give a fuck homie, that's how I play it +Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs +In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs +From me, fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say +I'm Cash Money stunna nigga and that's how I play it +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you +Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Turn My Swag On (remix)Soulja Boy Tellem! + +(Chorus: repeat 2x) +Hopped up out the bed +Turn ma swag on +Took a look in the mirror said wassup +Yeeeeea I'm gettin' money (ohh) + +Turn ma swag on +It's ma turn now turn it up +Yeeeeea, yeeeea +I put my team on, and ma theme song +Now it's time to turn it up +Yeeeeea, yeeeea + +I got a question why they hatin' on me +I got a question why they hatin' on me +I ain't did nothin' to em +But count this money +And put my team on, now my +Whole clique stunnin' +Boy wassup, yeeeea +Boy wassup, yeeeea + +When I was 9 years old +I put it in ma head +Ima die for this gold +(Soulja Boy tellem) +Boy wassup, yeeeea +(Chorus) +I'm back again +I know a lot of y'all thought I wasn't coming back +Yeeeeea, yeeeea +I had to prove them wrong +Got back in the studio and came up with another hit +Yeeeeea, yeeeea +I told the world my story +The world where I'm from +Soulja Boy X L dot com, boy wassup +Yeeeeea, yeeeea + +Now everytime you see me spit +Every time you hear me rhyme +Every time you see me in your state of town +Say wassup +Yeeeeea, yeeeea + +Soulja Boy Tellem + +(Chorus)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No worriYou can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries)x3 +See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries)x3 +You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) +Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries +You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there +See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi in this bitch, errybody should be worried +Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' me I feel buried +And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant +Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private +Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers +Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear’ll have to bear with us +And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep +All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up shit’s creek +You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas +It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years +All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it +B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart +On my private jet and my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga +I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers +You don't get dissed, you get disfigured +She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry +I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries +Tunechi +[Hook: Detail] + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +We ain't got no worries +She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries +She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?" +She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you trynna be funny!" +Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong +I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar +That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose +These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show +I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho +You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat +Bitch it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries +I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story +YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, UH HUH, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABY!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mrs. Officer (clean) (Promo Only clean edit)Hey +Hey, (Yeah) +Hey, (Yeah) +Hey, Hey, Hey +(Valentino) Woo, woo, woo +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Woo, woo, woo +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Woo, woo, woo +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Woo, woo, woo, (Bobby Valentino) + +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels callin' us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang +I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat) +I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +(Like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +I make ya say.. +Doing a buck in the latest drop +I got stopped by a lady cop +She got me thinkin' I can date a cop +Cause her uniform pants are so tight +She read me my rights +She put me in the car +She cut off all the lights +She say I have the right to remain silent +Now i got her hollerin' +Soundin' like a siren talkin' 'bout +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +And I know she the law +And she know I'm the boss +And she know I can hide above the law +And she know I'm raw +She know I'm from the street +And all she want me to do is fuck the police + +Talkin' bout +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, (Yeah) + +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels callin' us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang +I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat) +I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +(Like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +I make ya say.. +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels callin' us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang +I make that body sang +I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +(Like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +I make ya sang.. + +Haha.. and after we got done +I said lady whats ya number she said 911 +Hahh.. emergency only +Head doctor performed surgery on me +Yeah, and now I'm healed +I make her wear nothin' but handcuffs and heels +Then I beat it like a cop +Rodney King baby, yeah, I beat it like a cop +Haha, Beat it like a cop +Rodney King baby, said I beat it like a cop +But I ain't tryna (tryin' ta) be violent +But I'll do the time but her love is timeless +Mrs. Officer +I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter, huh +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Like a cop car + +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels callin' us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang +I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat) +I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +(Like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +I make ya say.. + +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels callin' us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang +I make that body sang +I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +(Like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +I make ya sang.. + +(Kidd Kidd) + +Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer +Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya +I'm Kidd-Kidd my face on every wanted poster +I'm wanted by every lady cop all ova' +That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya +Hands so big you thought I told you pull it ova' +She pull me ova' +Pulled me out the Rover +Then she pulled me closer +Threw me in the back of the car +Put me in handcuffs +Start rippin' my pants off +(All you hear over the dispatcher is..) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee + +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels callin' us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang +I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat) +I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +(Like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +I make ya say.. + +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels callin' us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang +I make that body sang +I make ya sang + +[Bobby Vasquez:] +Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key +Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift +Cause it's on tonight +Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head +And I can't wait to get it on +I wanna do it all night long +Mrs. Officer + +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels callin' us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang +I make that body sang, (Deezle on the beat) +I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +(Like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +I make ya say.. + +When I get up all in ya +We can hear the angels callin' us +We can see the sunrise before us +And when I'm in that thang +I make that body sang +I make it say +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +(Like a cop car) +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee +I make ya sang..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Secret Weapon[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Young Money, motherfucker +Young Money motherfucker +So swallo slow, bitch +Suck a whole dick +Yes, they call her L, nigga +And now it's time I bring forth to you, what I call my secret weapon + +[Verse: Lauren] +Young Money got me over here, the girls flying on the lear +Just to boost my career, pop the bottles, fuck the fear +Funny feeling in my tummy, like I'm on a period +Gotta keep that paper coming, gotta make a million +Gotta fuck a Philly chick, everything is real I spit +Riding in that Mozerati, feelin so elegant +See, I felt that ever since +Weezy got me diamond prints +Told me I'm a star, so it's cool, fuck the shiny shit +Blowin like I'm out of it +And my people proud of it +Fuck whoever doubted me +Money, got it all for me +Steppin out the drop and shit +All this, I profit +No, I ain't a door, so you can stop fuckin knocking +Roll with them real niggas, stunt on them fake niggas +I told Weezy I'm starving, where the plate, nigga +Go get the eights, nigga +Let's celebrate, nigga +Bring the ice cream and the cake, nigga +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Young Money, motherfucker +Young Money motherfucker +So swallo slow, bitch +Suck a whole dick +Yes, they call her L, nigga +And now it's time I bring forth to you, what I call my secret weaponEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How to Love (Promo Only clean edit)You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love + +You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever +Now you in the corner tryna put it together +How to love, how to love + +For a second you were here, now you over there +It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body +Like you never had a love, never had love + +When you was just a young'un, your looks were so precious +But now your grown up, so fly it's like a blessing +But you can't have a man look at you for 5 seconds +Without you being insecure + +You never credit yourself so when you got older +It's seems like you came back 10 times over +Now you're sitting here in this damn corner +Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder + +Ooohh, you had a lot of dreams that transform to visions +The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions +But it wasn't your fault, wasn't in your intentions +To be the one here talking to me, be the one listening +You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook + +You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love + +See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever +Now you in this corner tryna put it together +How to love, how to love + +Ooohh, see I just want you to know +That you deserve the best +You're beautiful +You're beautiful +Yeahh +And I want you to know +You're far from the usual +Far from the usual + +You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love + +See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever +Now you in this corner tryna put it together +How to love, how to loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big Tigger Live on The Radio #2(Big Tigger)-a u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wahh!!! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin +{Caller)-hello +{Big Tigger}-yo +{caller}-yeh man check this shit out I went to the concert last night u know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit +{Big Tigger}-Roc master rashed? +{caller}yeah u know wut I mean ain't nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody u know tvs fell down mutha f**kin helicopters come from the f**kin sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin money every goddamn were but u know rashed mandat nigga u know put countryness in rappin he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the f**kin earth +{Big Tigger}-yeah he ain't bringin that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ahh hehEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro (Watch Them People)[Intro] +It was the summer of 2001 +And I saw the whole fuckin' thing +Wait, can I say fuck on TV? Fuck it! +These guys had on some squad, shit! +It was Lil Wayne, two adults, puppies, six children, and one fluffy puppy, and a dike +But not that kind of dyke, Dick Van Dike +Hey, can I give a few shoutouts to my people? +Yo mom! Yo dad! What's up? How's everybody doing? Cool! I'm on TV! +Hey, I been tellin' them guys they gotta get off the corner! +(I mean y'all know I'm good for it...)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Stay HighWear A Mean Dark Pair A Shades(Badaaaat!)And Ya Can't See My Eyes(Young Money) +Unless My Head Is Ben You Dig? +We Stay High, On Da 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) +On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis(Badaaaat!) +We Stay High, On Dat 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) +On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis! (Yea Nigga) +Blik, Blak, Back Out Thee Garage In A Hog +And You Know I Redo Da Inside Like Da Morgue +Da Coupe Blue, Like Da Due On Marge +Ridin' With A Bitch Prettier Thanan A Dabarge +Mami Wanna Soldier, Baby I'm a Sarge +You Can't Have Me But We Can Have A Menage(That's 3) +Now Rub Me Wrong And F**K Up My Massage (Ha) +Then It's Flowers For Da Dead Bedda Give Em' A Corsage(Get Em') +(Yea)Head Nigga In Large(That's Me) +And Everything I Do I San Diego Charge +While You Niggas Just Starve +I'm Eatin' So Much I'm a F**K Around And Barf +And Red Is Tha Color Of My Scarf +And Undastand To A Giant Your Dwarf +My Flow Tho'ed Off +So Sick All I Gotta Do Is Cough +We Stay High, On Da 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) +On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis(Badaaaat!) +We Stay High, On Dat 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) +On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis! (Yea Nigga) +Bitch I Come From Da Bottom Of Da Map +New Orleans, Louisiana We Love To Pack Gats +We Love To Count Stacks, We Love To Pump Backs +I Love Killin' Da Tracks, Me, Wayne, Rony, And Jack +Dats Just Some Highy Grove Shit, (Yea, Highy Grove Shit) +And I'm a Bang It In Just Until, You Get It Clear +You Heard Dat, Dats My Word And I Meant Dat +Don't Temp Me, I'll Leave You Bent Up In Ya Bently +Believe Me(Yea) +Grown And Nigga, Back In Da Game +Straight From Da Block Back In Da Game +Now Run, Tell, Ya Heard Me Rappin' With Wayne +Run, Tell, Ya Heard Me, Rappin' Insane +Yea I'm Off In Dis Bitch(Bitch!) +Drunk And Tho' Cards In Dis Bitch(Bitch!) +I'm Leanin' In Dis Bitch(Bitch!) +We Got Freaks In Dis Bitch(Bitch!) +(You Know What?)We Deep In Dis Bicth(Bitch!) +We Stay High, On Da 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) +On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis(Badaaaat!) +We Stay High, On Dat 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) +On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis! (Yea Nigga) +(Ch-Chyea, Mack, Rony, Waddup Nigga?)I Got A Thing For Dem Big Trucks +Thick Fine Bitches, With Big Jugs, And Big Blunts +5'4 Mamis With Nice Head And Fake Tits +Dat Uh Don't Get Loose Ova Goose, And Prolly Act Up +5'7 Bitches With Both Legs Dat Tick Dick +All Dey Really Need Is Like 2 Pills And 6 Blunts +Wake Up In Da Mornin' And Count Money And Cook Grits +She Don't Really Know No English So We Don't Say Shit +(Chyea)Wayne Said Let It Rain On Em' +Motha Nature With Da Paper Doin' Her Mack Mayne On Em' +(Yea) Like There Go 1 Thousand(Pause) +Like There Go 2 Thousand(Ballin'!) +(Yea)Now Shake Dat Ass Like You Can't +Pay Yo Cable Bill So You Tryin' Watch Da Saints +60 Inch Atachi, Livin' Like Liverachi +Sportin Da Latiz Forsachi, Shoty In Mazeritee +Dodgin' Da Poperizee, A.C. Cold Like Heart Of Da Nazis +This Year Classic, Like Ol' School Heratchies +You Get Cho Grill Cooked Like It Was A Batchi +Word To Cousin Rodney(Bazooka)(Yea) +We Stay High, On Da 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) +On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis(Badaaaat!) +We Stay High, On Dat 5, 0, 4, Shit(New Orleans!) +On Dat Iron, All Da Time, And You No Dis! (Yea Nigga)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grenade[Lil Wayne] +And I don’t mind when we fall out +As long as we fall back into it +I hope we never put an end to it +Even though you not that into it +Heaven, have you ever been to it +Cause you look like you never been +You’re more like a Hell’s angel +And for you, I’d rather sin +Broken heart, Love you with a broken heart +For you I’ll jump off Noah’s Ark +Love is blind and hope is dark +But why does pain feel so good +Love is science, live for you +Die for you, and I’ll die smiling +[Bruno Mars] +Easy come, easy go +That’s just how you live, oh +Take, take, take it all +But you never give +Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss +Had your eyes wide open +Why were they open? +Gave you all I had +And you tossed it in the trash +You tossed it in the trash, you did +To give me all your love is all I ever asked +Cause what you don’t understand is +[Hook] +I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +Oh, oh +I would go through all this pain +Take a bullet straight through my brain +Yes, I would die for ya baby; +But you won’t do the same +No, no, no, no +Black, black, black and blue beat me till I’m numb +Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you’re from +Mad woman, bad woman +That’s just what you are, yeah +You’ll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car +Gave you all I had +And you tossed it in the trash +You tossed it in the trash, yes you did +To give me all your love is all I ever asked +Cause what you don’t understand is + +[Hook] +I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah) +You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +Oh, oh +I would go through all this pain +Take a bullet straight through my brain +Yes, I would die for ya baby; +But you won’t do the same +If my body was on fire, ooh +You’d watch me burn down in flames +You said you loved me you’re a liar +Cause you never, ever, ever did baby… +But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya +Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) +Oh, oh +I would go through all this pain +Take a bullet straight through my brain +Yes, I would die for ya baby; +But you won’t do the same +No, you won’t do the same +You wouldn’t do the same +Ooh, you’ll never do the same +No, no, no, noEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Starring at the world[Intro - Lil Wayne] +Weed and syrup +Yeah +Who we is? +Young Mula baby +Got that right shawty +Big D on the track +Yeah +[Hook - Lil Wayne] +I’m just staring at the world from a Cadillac window baby +Hoping this girl in my passenger don’t act funny with me +Get her to my home, we get naked like some new born babies +I’m ready to perform and she’s gon’ be my audience +And she said: “Bravo”, and I said: “I know”, and she said: “Encore” +Girl I’m really big on you, so what you wan’ do? +Too fly, you need a parachute +Ohh, but that just means you’re falling inlove… +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +In love with a skater +Five, six, seven, man I already ate her +She had a coffee mug and a pair of uggs +Got some makeup on my shirt when shegave me a hug, yeah +Shawty got me open, pussy so good wish I could smoke it +Uh, where your mans at? Remember melike this one time in band camp, yeahh +Like that man, she on my mind all day, check my CAT scan +Heyyy, where you going with all that? +I fuck her till she whine then I drink a tall glass +[Hook - Lil Wayne] +[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] +Girl you gon’ make me take ya to your desired destination +Left leg right leg, segregation, aha +Cause I know you like that shit, cause I love that shit +Girl that’s my hole, I dug that ditch +And when it gets cold, I’m there for her to hold +She climbs my pole, beat that pussy like it stole somethin’, haha +Cause she so fine, yeah, from the front, from the side, from behind +Pop that pussy like a cork and I’mma fuck you till you wine +[Hook - Lil Wayne] +[Outro - Lil Wayne] +Young Mula baby +Young Mula baby +And everything is all wrong +Everything is alright +Everything is alrightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That Was Easy!Aight, aight, aight, aight +Hold up Drama, hold up Drama +That was easy, that was milk and cookies for me +Milk and cookies! + +Rest in peace Bernie Mac, man +That was easy for me though Drama +You know I do that all day +Gimme that shit all them other niggas be frontin' on and shit +I'm sure my... I'm sure my... watch this, watch this +D-three bitch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +A Message to the DJs[Lil Wayne] +Yo yo public service anouncment man +It's your boy- Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "fuckin'" +And uhh this is a public service announcement to all the DJ's +And the mixtape Dj's and the mixtape community +I just want to clear it- i have no problem with nobody +Understand me? especially not a DJ +I know if nobody fuckin' know +You made my muthafuckin ass so i ain't trippin' +It's just that when these fake-ass dj's +And fake-ass mixtape dj's +Go to makin' shit that i know real mixtape dj's get pissed off about +They fuck themselves cause they be like +Thats the niggas that's pissin' wayne off cause +That's the niggas that doin' it all wrong +But you know what? i ain't trippin' on them niggas neither +Cause all they want to do is hear good music at the end of the day +Cause if it was whack, they wouldn't be puttin' it out +Hehe, so i appreciate all you niggas +And everybody else who put it out any kind of was you can +Cause if i was you, i would to +Dedication 3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pimp C[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I got my hood in this bitch +I got my hood in this bitch +I got my hood in this bitch +I got my hood in this bitch + +[Verse 1: Raw Dizzy] +Bitch, I'm back out of prison +Fuckin with this rap, cause this rap shit easy +Hooked up with Weezy, niggas didn't believe me +I'm not a fuckin actor, but they see me on the TV +I'm with my man, boy, we in the hood, boy +We got numbers, and it's good, boy +Got them birds to Georgia, comin through the water +It's sixteen-five if you wanna place an order +Thirty-six, grams, fish scales +Thousand and Eight grams, nigga, you failed +I'm a hustler, what are the fuck you +I'm getting money, me, and my whole crew (Young Money!) +Me and them, that's Young Money +We got old money, if you ain't know, dummy +Bitch, it's my turn, and it's the time around +For me to hold it down, for my seventeenth round + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I got my hood in this bitch +I got my hood in this bitch +I got my hood in this bitch +I got my hood in this bitch +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Bitch, I'm Mack Maine! +Hollygrove's Hannibal, you cowards, I'm cannibal +Riding in that Phantom, hoe, them niggas is cowards, hoe +The Applestreet animal, but the food ain't flammable +I'm from the hood, where young niggas gamble, yo +You niggas sweet like fruit, Cantaloupe +See every day, I wake up, and know it's more shit +Niggas say my flow sick, I be like, no shit +The feds pull up, askin questions, I don't know shit +I got alzheimer's, I'm an emotional G, like Carl Thomas +The type of niggas that'll play with your ass on the Palm Pilots +Tryna go gold, just like the 49ers, I did a million times +See I could merk ya with a million rhymes a million times +See, I got money, I could buy you bastards +That's why I got more hoes than a Buyou classic +Like Eighty degrese when I tell a bitch please +Raise up off my N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these +At ease + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I got my hood in this bitch +I got my hood in this bitch +I got my hood in this bitch +I got my hood in this bitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Competition Interlude[Question: +Are you still competitive in the rap game?] + +[Answer:] +Uhhm, competition is different these days +That competition is competing for my awesome fan base +My awesome fans +Attention, you know what I mean +For them to still say that they love me +And competing for they love and competing for them to still fucking with me +Things like that +That’s my competition these days and I love itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Satisfied[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Dillon +Look + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Dre] +I'll give my all, I won't fake +Do whatever it take +To keep you satisfied +I'll give my all, I won't fake +Do whatever it take +To keep you satisfied + +[Post-Chorus] +Girl, I just wanna +Just wanna keep you satisfied +Girl I, girl I just wanna +Just wanna keep you satisfied + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Wait a minute +Wait a minute, where she going? +Wait a minute, ain't my business where she going +Wait a minute, I just want some before she go and +Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something? +Why you in your purse when I'm tryin' to tell you something? +Why you on your phone after 2 in the morning? +Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning, girl? +That's why I'm with my side bitch baby +'Cause I ain't got time for your main tricks +Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah +And if the side bitch start acting crazy +I'mma run to the next side bitch +Bitch don't chase me, chase me +Yeah, feel like it's over, you know it's over with +You get my feelings and time and shit +I'm in my feelings, it's all over +And you know what is right, so come over tonight +Don't want fuss and fight, let's get right +Right now a nigga feeling so nice +And I feel like I owe you something +Let me show you something, girl +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Dre] +I'll give my all, I won't fake +Do whatever it take +To keep you satisfied +I'll give my all, I won't fake +Do whatever it take +To keep you satisfied + +[Post-Chorus] +Girl I, girl I just wanna +Just wanna keep you satisfied +Girl I, girl I just wanna +Just wanna keep you satisfied + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Wait a minute +Wait a minute, where you going? +Wait a minute, ain't my business where you going +Wait a minute, I just want some before you go and +Wait why you in your feelings when I wanna feel something? +Why you in your purse when I want to tell you something? +Why you on the phone after 2 in the morning? +Who the fuck you talking to at 2 in the morning, girl? +I feel it's over, you know it's over with +You get my feelings and time and shit +I'm in my feelings, it's all over +And you know what is right, so come over tonight +Don't want fuss and fight, let's get right +Right now a nigga feeling so nice +And I feel like I owe you something +Let me show you something, girl +[Outro] +Girl I, girl I just wanna +Just wanna keep you satisfied +Girl I, girl I just wanna +Just wanna keep you satisfied +Girl I, girl I just wanna +Just wanna keep you satisfied +Girl I, girl I just wanna +Just wanna keep you satisfied +Just wanna keep you satisfied +Girl I just wanna keep you satisfied3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stand TallLaawwd! +Shake it like a dog +Wrooof! +Turn around back it up now catch the ball +Wrooof! +Catch the ball +Wrooof! +Now catch her walk +Wroof! +Just pick ya ass up +Yah! +And let it fall slow +Little nigga foot in that pussy +I stand tall [stand tall] +And tell ya man I beat up niggas like hard pool +Ya seen "The Color Purple" +And we don't smoke dat green +We smoke the color purple +Yah! + +[hook:] +And we're not gonna stop just because +The feds and the cops are watching us +See we don't give a damn wat they say +We do wat we want to +Young money mu'thafucka +Got them hoes watching us +I say my niggas high +I like to fuck +And I can look dead in her face +And see that she wants to +[Chorus:] +She wanna feel this niggas love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +She wanna feel this niggas love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +[mack maine] +I'm gon be hollerin like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me + +[Mack Maine (Weezy):] +Maacckk maaiinne +I say my chicky black bullets make a bitch get off me +(bitch get off me!) +I get like Lauren Hill I be killin em softly +(killin em softly!) +I just got copped a new whippin up interrior toffin +(interrior toffin!) +And I skin milked the paint to make it look like coffin +(it look like coffin!) +Vultures I dun told cha +How to roll up +(how to roll up) +20's on my coupe and 26's on my Rover +(26's on my Rover bitch!) +Money in my pocket and patron in my cup +(alright ah yah yah yah) +N I got bitches on my dick n I got bitches on my nuts +(we ain't neva lost) +[Lil Boo:] +Natural born hustler +Scisty individual +Play wit my bread +Shit'll end up critical +I ain't just start spittin flame +Boo been a fool +Balla baby +Pool in the living room +Unstackable roof +Mayback coupe +I cloey my bitch bags +Just except for ya boots +We do it b.I.g like gimmie the loop +U trippin off 1 hoe +Pimp I get em in 2 +N when I'm done I tell em + +[Chorus:] +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +She wanna feel this niggas love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me + +[lil spitta:] +They say what goes up must come down +When I'm high as a muthafucka right now +Give me a favor, lay a layer of pillows on the ground +Run around in a pair of shoes so fly +And a box came wit a paricuit no lie +Spitta nigga I be insight for so eyes +Spitta nigga I'm a delight to ya whole eyes +Neva give a bitch to a bitch +Wounderful mind + +[hook:] +And we're not gonna stop just because +The feds and the cops are watching us +See we don't give a damn wat they say +We do wat we want to +Young money mu'thafucka +Got them hoes watching us +I say my niggas high +I like to fuck +And I can look dead in her face +And see that she wants to + +[Chorus:] +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +She wanna feel this niggas love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me + +[Lil Wayne:] +Now take it off shawty +Take it off shawty +Take it off shawty +And when I'm done witchu +I'm gon shake u off shawty +Shake u off shawty +Shake u off shawty +Now wat u tell her girl +Take it off shawty +Take it off shawty +Take it off shawty +And when u done +Shake her off shawty +Shake her off shawty +Shake her off shawty +Now don't be hollin out my name like we was all dat +Dat pussy throwback +N u kno dat +Say bitch don't be hollin out my name like we was all dat +Dat pussy throwback +I really don't mean +To hurt her but I need some time +To be alone + +[Chorus:] +She wanna feel this niggas love I say +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me +Give me time baby +Just give me space +I don't want u around +Like bitch get off me +Bitch, bitch get off me + +Lil spitta, lil boo, lil mack, and me too +Lil spitta, lil boo, lil mack, and me too +Allstar we in the cut +N brisco u kno watsup +Cashmoney, youngmoney +Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money +They ask me do I got a wife +Mo money, mo money, mo +They ask me do I got a life +Mo money, mo money, mo moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Real Talk(Lil Wayne Talking) +I never felt better, Never have, Never will, (Holla) +I mean all I see is money, I got a C-Note between my eyes, (Its Real) +Please feel me, Sqad Up nigga, (For Real) +I'ma dig deep folk, Dig deep dogg, (Its Real) +Now listen, Now what you is? + +(Verse 1) +I am what you call a survivor, like trouble with drama +But I recover with power, and love it with honor +Discovered as a son of a problem +Remember smugglin powder throught the doors of my high school +To force up they nostril, 'til it got full +But now they pop for a pill +Lil one here's what's up, Drugs could kill +But drugs could heal +If ya, ahh, ill for that good feel +And it feels good when them fields pull +We wheels quarters through the real raw parts of the streets +My hearts in the streets, So watch what ya step +When ya run from the gunfire of Glocks and Tech's +Specials and Pumps, Vests is for chumps +Eat ya chests for lunch, munch +Young country dude, hunt ya down with tools +Repsect my presence, I step with weapons +You fall in seconds +Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop from it +Real nigga talk, No frontin +Heh +(Chorus) +Do you understand the words that are comin out of my mouth? +If ya dont its because I'm speakin real nigga +Real nigga, This here is real nigga talk +Real nigga talk dogg, I hope you feel me +Let me talk to you dogg, You gotta feel me +I hope you feel me, You gotta feel me +Listen + +(Verse 2) +Chrome's hidden inside of my tires +You should see the size of my tires +Ridin' on Mark McGwires, I spark the fire +Got me higher than a late flight +From L.A. to New York twice in the same night +Got some shit in my bag to make ya vein white, Cocaine pipe +Watch homie's brains get rain whipped +Thats the type of sight to make Wayne right +They sayin life is short but money is long, And money is life +So for now I'm runnin the lights, in the 600 with pipes +Hop out, Collar Polo, and under the stripes is something that bites +We will be thuggin for life +And can't nothin pursuede or change us +We gangstas, we live it, I'm in the post without a Pippen +But fuck it, I'm just shootin when I can't move +Who'da knew I can't lose +And truthfully through the loot that's Young Money Entertainment +You get it arranged then holla at me +(Chorus w/ minor variations) + +(Verse 3) +I burn in the winter, stand up in the fall +Stand up in the stands, and stand up for my dogs +Them asses I will spall, the plan is too ball +But the stuff I got in my pants cuff +Is enough to make'em put my hands on the wall +Work, push on the strip, I'm pushin the whip +Fat back pockets, my cushion if I'm lookin to slip +I'm hookin ya lip, If ya play hookie with my chips +Put that ass kitchen, bitch, when ya cookin that shit +Dodge hoes, jukin and shit +Cause I can see beautiful women, but I'm not lookin for shit +I'm from the hood where you tooken for shit +So you gotta take the shit, and make ya shit +I had to bring home the bacon bits +Cause Pop's was fakin, and he left a nigga bakin shit +Now my heart ache and itch, from all the flagrant shit +I gotta take in, and thug out +Real nigga talk, bitch + +(Chorus w/ minor variations)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Flashy and FlyYea +I got that charisma girl bout me now baby (Yea) +Blink I love you for this one boy (Ha Ha) + +[Hook:] +Yea, flashy, fly lil nigga +Know some bitches in the street like wow lil nigga +Yea, flashy, fly lil nigga +Know some bitches in the street like wow lil nigga +She's like +Damn daddy! You do it like that? +I'm like damn right, I do it like that +She's like +Damn daddy! You do it like that? +I'm like damn right, I do it like that + +[Verse 1] +Yea lowkin +There's cooler ways to die +But I'm smokin +There's cooler ways to fly +But I'm Soarin +Mike through the young G-5 ah G-4, Hey +You never know +Wutta a nigga might tore in +Just tryin to get me some air I'm Mike Jordan +Of this shit right here +Im starving +Ya' niggas just appear +Im here +The Carter so a part of (Yea) +Chinky eye'd +Heed forward +Looking like Key Morra +Street aura (Ugh) +Daily hustling the street like Heep-Horra +Run up on him you sleep and eat all the +Weezy's Christian Diore's mama those Gucci seahorses +Look better with a parker +Set up in my office, you need to rebound +You gotta box out, get up outta the baller +Yeeaaa!! Baby? Damn and you much taller (Ha Ha!) +Make me climb all up on you (Girl..) +[Hook:] +Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga(They Can't Do Nothin' To Hit Me) +Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga +Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga +Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga +Shes Like +Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That? +I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That (Im Back) +Shes Like +Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That?(No Its Not The Flu...) +I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That(....Its The Flow) + +[Verse 2:] +Right Back With Chu, Never Leave You Lonely +Bitch Fuk Ya Friend I Can Be Your Tony +Walk Like A Horse, Hair Like A Pony +I Woah Chimo Sabbi You Forget About The Hommi +Forget About It Baby, Your Fuking Witta Hot Boy +Rims On A 5-Honda All Alloy +See Me In The Magazine, Modeling For Bad Boy +Quick Hundred-Thou Boy Diddy Youz A Wild Boy +Prisoner Of War, Pow Cow Boy +I'm A Soldier Ask Destiny's Child Boy (Hey) +I Just So Wasn't In My Town +But A Niggas Get Knifed, And Die That Same Night +Situations Get Tight, We Ride The Same Night +Niggas Go To Multiplying That Cocaine Price +Then We Have To Ulty-Lying With That Sleepy Look +While I'm In The Court Lying Trying To Dodge The Brook(Yea) +Real Niggas Never Get Shooked +And Rich Niggas Can't Get Off The Hook +But Look +I'm - Off - The - +Hook +[Hook] +Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga +Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga +Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga +Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga +Shes Like +Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That? (Hey) +I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That +Shes Like +Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That? (I About Ready To Snack On Ya' Bitch Ass Niggas) +I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That + +[Verse3:] +What Chu Got 1-60 On The Dashboard +You Ain't Spending Enough Cash For +Me, I Do Like 2-20s With The Back Doors +Both Flapping No Backdoors (Shit) +I Walk On Solid Ground, No Trap Floors +And Out Of Town Theres No Factor +I Ride A Round With The Hat Off +The Phantom +Like That Ball, Is Back On +So Back Off + +I Keep The Clap And The Pants Fall +Dem Niggas Wanna Take My Life +Clap On, Day And Night I Get My Stack On +I Got Green Like The Back Lawn +And My Team Is The Best Gone +We All Eating Ova Here +We Gon' Turn Into The Phat Pharm +Lil Nigga Get His Mack On +I Let Your Bitch Get Her Drink On +Then She Get Her Drack On +Then Ma Mack Gone +(Heyy!!) +And Lil Nigga Get His Shaq On(Yea, Yea, Yea) +Yea That Strong(Haaa...Birrrrrrahhh) + +[Hook:] +Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga +Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga (Fuk It) +Yea, Flashy, Fly Lil Nigga +Know Some Bitches In The Street Like Wow Lil Nigga +Shes Like +Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That? +I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That +Shes Like +Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That? +I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That + +I'm Rich, I'm Smart, And I Feel Like Fuck Ya' +Ha!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Outta HereHey +(I want a soldier) +The way you got it, I'm the hottest around +They'll know it when they see you rollin' Impala's around +(I got a soldier) +With the top down, feeling the sounds + +Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs, ridin' harder than guys +With the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside +When them lames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it +To shoot it with Chelle and kick it with Kelly or holla at B +Ya, gotta be G's you way outta your league, please + +We like them boys that be in them 'Lac's leanin' +(Leanin') +Open their mouth, their grill gleamin' +(Gleamin') +Candy paint, keep that whip clean and +(Clean and) +They always be talkin' that country slang, we like + +They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' +(Beatin') +Eyes be so low from there kief +(Kief and) +I love how he keep my body screamin' +(Screamin') +A rude boy that's good to me, with street credibility +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he lookin' at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Known to carry big things if you know what I mean + +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he looking at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Gotta know to get dough and he better be street + +We like them boys up top from the B.K +(b.k.) +Know how to flip that money three ways +(Three ways) +Always ridin' big on the freeway +(Freeway) +With that East Coast slang that us country girls be like + +Low cut caesars with the deep waves +(Deep waves) +So quick to snatch up your Beyonce +(Beyonce) +Always comin' down poppin' our way +(Our way) +Tellin' us that country girls the kinda girl they like +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he lookin' at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Known to carry big things if you know what I mean + +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he looking at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Gotta know to get dough and he better be street + +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +They wanna take care of me +(Where they at?) +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +Don't mind takin' one for me +(Where they at?) + +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +They wanna spend that on me +(Where they at?) +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me +(Where they at?) +Hey, see, Cash Money is a army +I'm walkin' with purple hearts on me +You talkin' to the sergeant +Body marked up like the subway in Harlem + +Call him, Weezy F. Baby, please say the Baby +If you don't see me on the block I ain't tryin' to hide +I blend in with the hood, I'm camouflage +Bandanna tied, so mommy join my troop +Now every time she hear my name she salute + +I like them boys over there, they lookin' strong tonight +(Strong tonight) +Just might give one the phone tonight +(Phone tonight) +Homey in the Dickies in my zone tonight +(Zone tonight) +He don't know it might be on tonight +(On tonight) + +Ooh, he lookin' good and he talkin' right +(Talkin' right) +He the type that might change my life +(Change my life) +Every time he look at me, my girls be like +(Girls be like) +That one may be the one tonight + +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he lookin' at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Known to carry big things if you know what I mean + +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he looking at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Gotta know to get dough and he better be street + +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +They wanna take care of me +(Where they at?) +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +Wouldn't mind puttin that on me +(Where they at?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +BET Awards 2008 FreestyleDidn't your momma tell you not to mess with them aliens? +I'm just trynna mate like a fuckin' Australian +Dreams of fuckin' Ms. Sarah Palin +And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail him? +But scratch that shit, Young Money, we the greatest +Add another check to my checkings and savings +Add four F's to the Weezy F. Baby +Now I'm Weezy Fuckin' Fuckin' Fuckin' Fuckin' Fuckin' Baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yao Ming[David Banner] +Hello its Mr. David Banner, your bitch eater +I suggest that you dont kiss or hug her and dont eat her +I Run DMCs in this bitch in my adidas +I was chose to expose when you chose as a leader +Yes Im fresh like a rose picked from the garden of Eden +Im stepped out the rose my game rose like Easter +I got a couple bitches thats painted like Mona Lisa +Now I fuck em at my leisure and i never touch my visa +So ghetto, my kicks so retro, got nuts like a rhino, call them Mark Echo +You know I ain't braggin, Im just sayin +I know yall said it too, cuz yall niggas playin +Bitch + +[Chorus] +And bitch Im tall as Yao Ming +And bitch Im tall as Yao Ming +Look at my daddy (x4) +Yao Ming +Look at my daddy (x4) +[2 Chainz] +Lets make a toast to the breadwinner +I am so damn hot on the scale winter +Life a bitch, Ill dance with her +All up in the sand with her +Try to get up in the bed with her +And put my third leg in her +Oh Ive been pumpin pussy like gas, nigga +Got my fofo, youll get 8 like math nigga +Still use a shoe box for my stash nigga +Money so tall you gone need a drug round with ya +Self esteem high like 26 +You can catch me gettin high with like 20 bitches +Takein plenty pictures, yea you know Im camera ready +Im about to wax that ass I got my camera ready +[Chorus] +Look at my daddy (x4) +And bitch Im tall as Yao Ming +Look at my daddy (x4) +And bitch Im tall as Yao Ming +Look at my daddy (x4) +Yao Ming +Look at my daddy (x4) +[Lil Wayne] +Ok, traffic on Mars, smokin in a spaceship +Bright red flag stickin out like fake lips +Im forever young, forever Young Mula +Bitch, cash money is an army, oorah +Tunechi be what they call me +Im everything but sorry +Get a bad ass high yellow bitch to come and ride my horse +I named it Charlie +No cream in my coffee, dont bleed on my carpet +I falls in love with all these hoes, but its money over bitches regardless +Im so high I won't come down, boy my pack be dumb loud +Waiting for one of these niggas to cross the line, like a touchdown +I gotchu, Im Piru, bitch Im out there by you +Blade on the AK, cut your ass like high school +David banner on the beat, bitch, dig it like a deep ditch +I got the world in my hands Im about to make a fist +Ha, I stand tall as Yao Ming! +Blocka pow pow ping must be New Orleans! +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gucci Gucci FreestyleOne big room full of bad bitches x8 + +Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun +They say numbers don't lie +Bitch, I'm not the one +Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream +And you get in every page in this magazine +Bumping UGK, talking about a murder +We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving +I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out +Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out +Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the tooly +Fuck around and pop ya +My homies got that white girl +Call it Lady Gaga +Glock for Tini, nina colada +Suck, swallow, semen, saliva +I'm going at your collar +Fuck you hoe niggas! +Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure +Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a fucking dope dealer +You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller +I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches.. + +(I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches) +It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi +Tote the tooly, fuck around and pop ya +My homies got that white girl +Call it Lady Gaga +It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi +Tote the tooly,to fuck around and pop ya + +Back where I started on my set, in black +All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque +We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats +And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats +Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat +If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat +Guns the size of children, now don't be childish +Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest +I'm a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby +And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato +My life is a movie, I got a leading lady +My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady +I got the world in my hands, skateboard n' my vans +And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran +I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can +Drop that Sorry 4 the Wait, man +I'm just sayingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love AffairI'm dealing with this love affair +It used to be just physical +But now it's just too emotional for me +I wanna confess but I can't +Tell my girl what I want +So what do I do +Let it burn inside of me +Will I get away +Or will it end in tragedy + +Fatal attraction ready for action +She had a body like Ms. Jackson +I knew there was trouble when she passed by +But she was so fly +She invited me over +So I hopped in the Rover +Then my lady called the phone +And I should of went home +But I let the phone roam + +And it was like +Oh +I can't keep my shirt on +I swear it's was like +Oh +I can't keep my hands to myself +I'm dealing with this love affair +It used to be just physical +But now it's just too emotional for me +I wanna confess but I can't +Tell my girl what I want +So what do I do +Let it burn inside of me +Will I get away +Or will it end in tragedy + +I swear that I was done +I'm never going back +Then she called me up +She said I left my hat +You know I can't live without my hat +I got an excuse double back y'all +So you know I'm gonna have a ball +I said I'm going back y'all +Believe me that's not all + +And now I'm like +Oh +I can't keep my shirt on +I swear it's like +Oh (Young Money) +I can't keep my hands to myself +I'm dealing with this love affair +It used to be just physical +But now it's just too emotional for me +I wanna confess but I can't +Tell my girl what I want +So what do I do +Let it burn inside of me +Will I get away +Or let it end in tragedy + +Uh, I got a main bitch and a mistress +I'm trying to work it out, I'm on my fitness +Probably won't last, but I'm optimistic +One makes me happy, the other one makes a difference +I ain't a player, but I love a lot +She loves me, she loves me not +But it feel good, and it's not supposed to +I eat her insides, mm soul food +She put her head back, then her eyes close +We stuck in the moment like the time froze +Then my girl call, back to reality +But I keep her in a picture in my heart gallery, oh! + +Oh (Yeah) +I can't keep my shirt on +I swear it's like +Oh +I can't keep my hands to myself +I'm dealing with this love affair +It used to be just physical +But now it's just too emotional for me +I wanna confess but I can't +Tell my girl what I want +So what do I do +Let it burn inside of me +Will I get away +Or let it end in tragedyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Too Clean[Chorus:] +I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me(check it) +I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me(yeah) +I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me(naaa) +I'm-I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me(eh eh eh) +I'm to clean dey ain't messin with me +I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds +I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds +I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds + +I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds +And I be all ova dis beat like a dog with fleas +Yes it's I-uh, chucky I am fly-uh +Call me the fresh prince but to u hatas call me sior +Wait a minute let me put some pimpin in it +Shawty don't be playin ya ain't heard I was the maaaan +Shawty please he ain't got nothin on me +Cause I'm a young hard driver and a 4 mans dream +I'm bout ma cream and I stay super clean from ma shoulders, chest, pant, shoes +You wanna win put ya bets up I'm like a wrestla +(I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds) +Ya digg! + +[Chorus] +I ain't that cold +I'm 12 yeas old +Ma pants stay saggin cus ma pockets on swoll +Ma mad ma pockets on lean I stay super clean +I'm hot, I'm fresh +Go head and call me crispy cream +Ma flow so mean ma mad ma flow so cold +Hold up a-a chu ice cubes fall out ma nose +When I step up in the buidin +A lil warrior with da dreads +Before I hit the stage the stage run up ma head +Ma people tried again she holla boy is u trippin +Jus go up fa some stacks ya ain't neva gettin it back +Baby boy here to keep it it's our little secret +Cus really I be(all ova da bread like sesame seeds)ya heard me! +[Chorus] +Man I'm kicked up like betty crockers boy +U wanna play rough u want some rum rum +Go find u a toy u labocha boy +I switch ma style like I switch a brand new pair of draws +And dats all the time this here is hamper time +Put me in a dump baby and I'm still gonna shine +And I'm an animal all about ma kemp cream +(all ova da bread like sesame seeds) +I stay g'd up plus I'm iced out +I'm who dey talkin bout young money run da south +So respec it or check it oh I forgot to mention +(all ova da bread like sesame seeds) +Ya digg! + +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dear SummerDear summer +Yeah, suffix people, you know, you, you +You already, yeah, come on +Kickin rocks on the block tellin all the old g's +I be coming for your spot when your not looking +Hot cooking momma got it on the kitchen table +I thank god we were always able to +Get the leather couch, big screen, cable too +Nintendo when good grades came through + +Then the cooked k's came through +Some soft some stepped on but we kept on +And I slept with the work plenty nights thought I hеard +Niggas coming thought I saw the cop lights but +I was dreaming, then I wokе, the junkies was still feenin +N I had coke so I had hope u may say that is wrong +But I ain't talkin to ya child I'm talkin to this song + +I'm just doing the walk down memory lane +If I crash just pick up my brain +And yes, my nikkas the same, but they quicker to bang +And if they do then I'm the nikka u blame +So I shoot first anyway +And I would do the honors anyday +And tell your honor he a bitch to his face +And whip through the state like I whip through the a +Show ya ass how to take 4 and get 8 +And it don't take 4 nikkas to get straight +The only hot boy even off this plate +Young weezy baby, that's what ya bitch say +Give her ass a location and a template +Show her how to work the innerstate +Stop working with that thinner weight +Get ya breaks fixed +Stop playin, cause all we know is gunplay +Trip while you full and my clip gon be empty +When the stomachs get empty anythings tempting + +Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kid's sake +Hurricane wipe the south like a earthquake +We tryna save face but we ain't got a place +To stay, so they made us evacuate, we on our way pussies +We eat no cake +Ya'll notice when you see us put your jewels up +Put your cars, put your clothes, put your shoes up + +It's that serious, homie, pick the news up +It wasn't good nikka, think about the hood nikka... +The people who ain't, never had shit, ain't gon neva have shit +Bullshit cause they still gon try to manage +Nikkas doin anything +Like god gon understand them +But please understand us, nikkas with money lost mansions +Nikkas with nothing lost families +Lives lost in traffic, brought it up to the attic +There goes the stashes +But a nikka got passion +Even though the bounce back seeming like magic +Shit, but call me sick freak +Watch how I turn one k to a hundred g's +Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze + +Summer please know I live for ya +Throw on the wifebeater, let back the lid for ya +A few years I prolly hear from ya +But now I'm here for ya +I know nikkas that shed a tear for ya +Behind bars tryna get to ya +They prolly never see ya +It's that real talk if you ever heard it homie + +Shit hurt so much might have to hurt ya homie +No commercial no frontin no curve on it +No cut, tell life so what +The drought's in not only white slowed up +The weed slowed up we can't even roll up +Fuck, put it in the money too +But that's the last thing cause hustle is what we do +Hustle with what, how we getting on +Where he sittin at, what he sittin on +Stand up if you know it's true +The end of the world cumin and my city the proof +There, and this is after disaster, this ain't rap dis a recap +Stepping of the g4 still strapped + +Bust ya head in the air that's a skycap +Have my car pick me up where I arrive at +Drop the work off cause it don't go where I reside at +Garbage bags filled up with dollas +Dead presidents, gotta dump the bodies +Birdman, as long as we gon eat, then everyone eat off me +Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reach + +And I'm a get death through these balls, believe me +I'm down for the cause, even, when everything paused +I proceeded +I'm a leader, meet the son of jacida +Fuck the world not the people, there1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Piano Man[Intro] +Heyyyy +Yeahhhhh + +[Verse 1] +Ok I saw you at the bus stop +You had on a halter top +And your mini skirt +And your doony in your purse +So I turn around and swoop you +And hit you with that toot toot +Like do you need a ride +Like do you need a ride +Cause I know where your from +Your from where I'm from +Then I'm with you girl +I know you girl +I like you girl +I want you +I'm from where your from +And I'm cool with your mom +I like you girl +I want you girl +I with your girl +I'm for you girl +[Hook] +You're my around the way girl (ohhhh) +You're my around the way girl (ohhhh ohhh) +You're my around the way girl (ohhh) +You're my around the way girl + +[Verse 2] +I saw you at the benz lot +In that new benz drop +Looking at that benz drop +So I bought you that benz drop +So now you in that new coupe +Hit me with that toot toot +Like girl I need a ride +Like girl I need a ride +Because you know where I'm from +I'm from where your from +And I'm with your girl +I know you girl +I like you +I want you and +Your from where I'm from +And your cool with my mom +And I know you +I like you +I'm with you +I'm for your girl +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nymphos (Remix)[Lil' Wayne:] +Weezy Baby +Now I'm The Type of Nigga That Be Up In Tha Studio Faithfully +She Ain't Trippin She Wait For Me +I Tell Her When I Get A Break I'm A Break Her +Off So Courageously +I Got Dem Bangin Drums +She Got Dem Alicia Keyes +Ooh Girl Let's Make A Beat +Ooh Girl You Make Me Weak Like Every Time The Track Break +Make The Control Room Boom Like An 808 +And If You Walk Your Thong Into This Vocal Booth I Can Guarantee I'm A Make This Song All About You +And You Know I Got Da Drank +You Know I Got Da Stank +It's Amazin How I Think But I Do So +And Every Time I Meet A Girl She Tell Me That She Sang And I Say I Gotta House With A Studio +I'm Jus Tryna Do My Thang Baby Video or Audio +Shawty I'm So Smooth I Go Errywhere That Water Go +Ooh So Bad, So Mean +Make Me Wrap Yo Ass UpLike A Hot 16 +And I Promise You Ain't Wanna Hear Nobody Else Flow +Welcome To My Studio, You Gon Love My Studo + +[2Pac:] +Now I could make miracles with tempos +It's instrumental +Waitin for the nymphos +That's the intro +Shook when ya rushed me +You walked up and touched me +Why? Do you want to fuck me? +Just cause I'm paid in the worst way... True +Lookin kinda good in your birthday suit +I wonder if your wild or ya act shy +Do you like to be on top or the back side? +Watch when you lick your lips, shake your hips +Goddamn, I love that shit +Now let's stop fake gimme real now +I got a room and a hard on, Still down? +Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes +Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes +When we head for my hideout, act right +Boss playa when I ride out, that's right + +Oh Shit Baby Is A Dime Piece +More Than Just Fine +She's Personally Blessed From The Gods +If I Seen Her Right Now +She Could Get Me Hard +Didn't Wanna Talk To Me Just To See My Car +Never Had Sex With A Rich Rap Star +Til I Got Her In Theh Back Of My Homeboy's Car +Tell Me Why Do We Live This Way +Money Ova Biches Let Me Hear You Say +What's Yo Phone Number +Are You Alone? +Got A Pocket Full Of Rubbers Let's Bone +Time To Tell Ya Girlfriend To Take You Home +I Had Fun, But Baby Gotta Leave Me Alone +Picture In My Rhyme Take Time To Rewind These Ordinary Words I Say +If You Opening Ya Mouth +Bet In A Minute You'll Find It's Time +Let The Outlaws Play + +[Ludacris:] +Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss +And your body I won't misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it +Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it +Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it +Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, it's goooooone +Tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and it's gone be onnnnnn +Soul Train, more brain for meeeee +No pain, no gain, it's so plain to seee +They be like "I've been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out? " +And I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out" +When I get done it's smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac out +Next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse +And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi +We'll slow grind to slow jams while I'm feelin yo booty +We'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochie +You so fine I'm so sad that you feelin so wooooozyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pistoolloop[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +Yah! I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga +Leave that nigga with a toe tag, nigga +Barrel so long you can pole dance, nigga +Run up in ya house, where the dope at, nigga? +Murder she wrote on a notepad, nigga +Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga +Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga +I'm walkin' 'round with this shotgun and this bitch bigger than me nigga +Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga +Shoot 'em up, then leave, nigga +I smell summer's eve, nigga +We shoot first, it's better to give than receive, nigga +[Hook] +I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +Yah! I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Keep that ho shit over there +And we don't shoot in the air +I can't fuck with these niggas, man these niggas gummy bears +Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that muthafucka' hair +It's like man you can't trust nobody, I don't even have a trust fund +Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga +Don't duck, nigga cause I duck hunt +Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me +That chopper with me, obviously +I'mma empty this muthafucka' - that's fifty shots, approximately +Now fuck with me, get fucked over +Emergency room: rushed over +Hollow tips, in the clip, my gun loaded: yours sober +I pull yo card like a lawn mower +Fall back or I'm goin' forward +I see you got yo gun drawn; I send you back to the drawin' board +Lil Tunechi +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk + +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +Walkin' round this mu'fucka limpin' +Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scottie Pippen's +On the molly and I'm twisted +Throw ya body with the fishes +Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness +Uh, real niggas don't talk much +Do drive by's and walk ups +Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star struck +I don't fuck with the lame niggas +I got good aim, nigga +Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer +I'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that +Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at +Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk +Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk +Gudda! + +[Bridge: Juicy J] +I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +And its no talkin' back when it go off +I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk +[Lil Wayne] +You speechless +(When I cock back!) + +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk +See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk +That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m A RockerChrome on the monster +Leather intestines +Wit a top model and the contestants +I'm a Rottweiler +Yes im a rock n rolla +Its weezy fukin baby +Yea straight up out the stroller +Im higher than the solar +System marly twist em +Im like macully culcan +I was rich wen I was pissin +On my self im ballin +You niggas hate-a-holics +Im just a recipe +So you can save the garlic +Im like a set of keys +Im bout to get it started +I smoke that beverly +Hills from califorina +Dem bitches after me +So I put that paddle on em +She rode my dick and said she shudda put a saddle on em +I watch out for dem snakes +Listen for that rattle homie an I ain't gotta click +I gotta cattle homie +Wut up 5 kickin back jus being boo +Im talkin foreign money +Like a european dude +Yea im heavey man +So you shud reconcider +I hit you one time +Fuck up yo equalirial +I got rythem +Yea I got soul yall +I travel all around the world like a postcard +My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore +I got dis bitch on lock like a closed door +Weezy's real dem other niggas folk lor +Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store +Im sucessful I got more shit than you cud hope for +And I got threw that water like a boat ore + +Young carter tha name +Baby boy rising like hot warter and caine +Whip it stertch it and flip itReup stretch it and flip it +Reup stretch it and flip it +Reup stretch it and flip it reup +We up in da club +We up in da club +Money runnin' like warter +Bitch get up in the tub +Im up in da club +She up in da club +He up in da club +Now she can't leave so we fuck in the club +Am I lucky or what playboy rabbit +And I like big tounges like skate board fashion +I got more girls than the playboy mansion +I bet I serve em up like my name pete sanfris +And a nigga drink like the late fred sanford +And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer +And I kno this world is so cold and decivin +But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin +And until that chosen evenin +Ima be screamin apple an eagle +Yea dats right apple and eagle +Hollygrove 17th I won't leave you +Nope and this is just the previw +But I am already working on the sequel +(bridge) +Fuck wit me wrong I fuck wit ya home +Like a letter to the wife say ya husband is gone +Like muslim im calm but like muslim I bomb +And beat the track up like a hundread arms +Im funky like underarms +The engine recording a thunderstorm +My hunger forms then rings the alarm +The carter 2 was nice but the 3rd times the charm weezyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stay Alive Intro[Intro] +Secret Weapon + +[Skit] + +Your stupidity might be your one saving grace +Uh? +Don't uh me greek boy +How is it your fucking stupid, soon to be dead friends +Thought that they might be able to steal my cannabis +And then sell it back to me? +This is a declaration of war +Is this some white cunts job that black cunts don't get? +'Cause I'm not fucking laughing, Nicholas +[?] position, 'cause you're not that stupid +That if you did, you wouldn't have turned up here, scratching your ass +With that, "What's going on here?" look slapped all over your Chevy Chase +But, what you do know, is where these people live +If you hold back anything, I'll kill you +If you're bending the truth, or I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill you +If you forget anything, I'll kill you +In fact, you're going to have to work very hard to stay alive Nick +Now, do you understand everything I've said? +Because, if you don't, I'll kill you! +Now, Mr. Bubble and squeak +You may enlighten meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Outro (Disc 1)[Spoken] +Hello. Look. That right there? Hold on. [blows smoke]. Nigga eating gummy bears and shit. In the studio. Might be going out that disc. That was Disc 1. Drought 3. It's 'bout to be Disc 2. Hope you got 'em both of 'em free. If you didn't, stupider than a muh. Anyway. Shoutout Nelly. JD. Blackadon! Marley, don't shoot 'em! It's Disc 2. Drought 3. Bitch!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Safe Mode[Intro:] +No Ceilings +Scoob in the building +(FreeWay) + +Safe mode +Safe mode +I got these pussy niggas on safe mode +They only come outside when my cage closed +Said they only come outside when my cage closed +Cause I'm in ape mode, ape mode +And you only come outside when I say so +Boy you only come outside when my cage closed +Boy you phony you can't vibe, whats that safe code? +My nigga + +Safe mode +Got these pussy niggas in shake mode +Why these pussy niggas so fake though? +Kill a pussy nigga then lay low +We don't come outside till the case closed +My bitch be snorting lines till her face froze +It's snowing all year round I'm talking yayo +I'm sitting on this bread like some mayo +Like some butter on a motherfucking bagel +Like tomatoes, a egg yolk +I walk it like I talk it with a sore throat and my legs broke +I go hard like I'm dead broke +I'm fed up and my head hurt +This choppa in my pants leg got me limping harder than Fred Durst +You ain't doing shit, I've said worse +Dirty south, that red dirt +I ain't doing shit without getting bread first +And you ain't leaving until I wear it first +I put the choppa in your mouth watch your head burst +Ooh lil mama with the hand work +And she suck a nigga dick until my leg jerk +Then she swallow all that shit, then burp +Then she swallow all that shit, then burp +She ask me to fuck her friend first +I said "why not?", I said "yeah sure" +Because her boyfriend be getting on her last nerve +Pussy ass nigga need a pap smear +Squad got more swag than a black shirt +Cook it up, chop it up, racks served +Cook it up, chop it up, racks served +Cake mode +Cake mode +Only come outside just to make more +Same clothes, anything goes +When I'm in cake mode +Take more +Lord I'm in chase mode +Same clothes +Watching for them police in them plain clothes +We don't break code, we break your face and hoes' +We got that base, that blow +You fuck with basic hoes +Oh say it ain't so +Oh say it ain't so +My niggas killing that white girl, O.J. and Nicole +Rosé on the go +Lil Jose cut you up +Put your body parts in the freezer we got supper for months +AAHH! + +Stay froze +Stay frozeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +High As A KiteWeezy: +Hello world! +Young moola baybee! + +Nikki: +Murda dem +Murda dem +This one word bout to +Get through to them +Ima kick kick game to ninja nikki +{????} + +Nikki: +I'm such a yes +And yur a no no +Look what you draggin +We're a komono +I'm from tha filipine +Better than billy jean +'cause that is why I get more head th +An a guillotine +But then I'm dumb stuck +'cause yu bums suck +Where tha um +Where tha fuck is my nunja +I'm in tokyo +With tha cokio +Somebody sleepin in mah bed like nokio +Yu gettin ill, I bet +Poppin tha pill again +I'm on tha illaman I'm +Lookin for gilligan +Where mah timberland +I'm done tremblin +Cnt find mah keys but I know I hear them jinglin +Each marliyn +Monroe and manson +I'm guessing heroin +When I go dancing +Yu at tha door ok +I'm bout to come now +I'm getting numb now +Let me come now +Chorus: +Sippin on some good blow {Nikki Minaj!} +Its like I'm sippin on tha temple +& I cnt come down now {its tha president ya'll & its tha mistress} +'cause I'm higher than higher than higher than a kite +Young moola baby + +Weezy: +Yeaaa +I do what I does +I come through this bitch +Risk blue and 'cause +I'm so 5 star su woop to tha bloods +And before I had a mirror I knew who I was +I know where I'm goin +I knew where I was +Da da da dirty dirty south +See my shoe full of mud +Baby who can yu trust? +Who can yu love when love kills like somebody gave cupid a gun +They go bow +Like they shooting for fun +& sometimes tha solution is execution for some +Besides yu dnt want tha intrusion at one a.m +And tha conclusion is yu losing a son +No inducing mah funds +I smoke tha fruitiest blunts +I mean tha stupidest buds +I get stupid as duh +I swear mah dubia is uh +Fat and just like it yu cn get licked +Shit don't stank when yu shitting in tha bank +When her man run an errand ima hit her like hey +Look him in tha eye and tha nikka might blink +Amen and grind and the nikka might pay +Chorus +Sippin on some good blow {young money} +Its like I'm sippin on tha temple {dirty money} +& I cnt come down now {cash money} +'cause I'm higher than higher than higher than a kite {young moola baby} +Its tha president mane?and the mistress. Ms. NickiEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +FreestyleSuckered Ville yogic urban areas of the most important thing is that the company. I am a beautiful person. I am a beautiful person. I am a beautiful person. 77777777, and we canEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +PapercutsI got papercuts +Papercuts, papercuts, papercuts +Gettin this (money) +Spending this (money) +Counting this (money) +Gettin this +(repeated) + +[Lil Wayne] +Young Money Weezy, B-gang bi-otch +Abstract artist, call me Basquiat +Bad Ass Carter, fuck ya bitch harder +Wild nigga, make her give me brains like Harvard +I don't play at all, ball like a small foward +Keep a buncha bitches like Ray J Norwood +Flow so sick, I hear the beat and get nauseous +Then I just kill it, turn this bitch into a carcass +Live in Miami, I ain't never see a dolphin +You come to New Orleans, fuck around and see a coffin +Nigga got power like a f-ckin' Mighty Morphin +Get money more than often, my loft in- +Atlanta, and I got a cabana +And I got a banana-clip up in the cannon +Big dog shittin' on all you cocker-spaniels +I just keep shootin' like I'm flippin' thru the channels +Tunechi +[Chorus] +[Fiend] +I'm a residue rapper, potato chip crack daddy +You cockroach rhyming +I spit that (?) +And while I'm after more like give me +Fitted all red like I came down a chimney +And how I murder rappers I know God won't forgive me (forgive me) +Flow automatic not semi +And you getting by with yours like 1 kidney +I gets busy, voice like (?) +Counting money in the tele like (?) +I'ma need a meaner and I do it double +Send it up to Lucas, start it on the hustle +Yeah I hustle (?) +I got a few dollars even bailed out the ride +(?) + +[Chorus] +[Mystikal] + +[End] + +I know, I know. This isn't exactly complete. I started the Fiend verse then realised I don't even understand him or Mystikal so feel free to drop there verse's in comments and I will update + +But I know you only came to this page to read the Weezy lyrics so don't complain! lol1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Champions[Intro: Lil Wayne] +What up squiddy +This ya cat weezy baby +Here to speak on tha sqad IE young money +Ya'll niggas gotta feel me man +Even peep where i'm at +See what i see +Like my muthafuckkin young team ain't the fuckin best niggga +Like i ain't got gutta +Like i ain't got nut +Like i ain't got dizzy +Like i ain't got yo +Like i ain't got me nigga +What tha fuck wrong with you calm ass +Pussy ass, bitch ass niggas +This shit right here is young money +This marks the first fuckin day of closure +For the rest of you bitch niggas +If you ain't young money or cash money +You ain't seein money nigga +That's how the shit go +We here to take this shit +I'm charged lawd, i'm charged +Nigga, we gonna kick this shit off +I got my producer bout to start this shit off +My producer on the track plus spinnin' +Eat them niggas up rod +[Verse 1: Raj Smoove] +Damn wayne niggas need to stop +Think about the sqad for a change +We the shit nigga stackin chips +What makes you think we gon change +I'm in the lab doin beats +Stay in the streets pushin thangs +Watch when the album drops +Come spring we gon be pushin thangs +Cycle wood that's my click linked with the sqadren +Damn all these hoes can't be wrong +Jock cause me whole team so strong +1 was approved +2 was approved +3 guarenteed our spot +4 put the game on lock +Sqad 5 all in ya back BIOTCH!!!! + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +It's the young money squiddy sqad +Fuck dem otha niggas boi +And we been hearin a bunch of niggas dissin hard +And we been givin dick to otha niggas broads +And we been makin chips while otha niggas starve +It's young weezy baby +Blacks in me 80 +Rap don't really faze me +This mack and pimpin pays me +I tax my bitches daily +With the game i shot +It's young money and the game is ours BIOTCH!!!! +[Verse 3: T-Streets] +I'm a young nigga, yellow nigga, skinny nigga, mellow nigga, what +Any nigga get it it's whatever +I'm a rebel, i'm a devil, i'm a fuckin paper boy (what) +Bustas best avoid +This the level that them othas can't pedal this the sqad up on me (what) +Got sqad up on me +We sqad up on you +And ride with the chrome me +Die for the hommies +Recognize the moment SQAD UP PEOPLE!!!! + +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +BIOTCH!! this is young money like i said nigga +Led by the nigga FeFe +Led by the muthafuckkin Birdman +Led my the muthafuckkin nigga weezy baby +Led by the nigga supa busta +Led my the nigga c sees a leo +Nigga holla at ya fuckin dude +Get at ya boy +I'm not fuckin finished i got my young nigga Gutta Gutta +All the streets love him + +[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda] +This is ya gangsta +Gun em down bang em and shake em +Fuck was you thinkin you headed for danger +My city is tanted where slum is a villager +Bitches, runnin and dealin this crack by they cylicone +This is the sqad a fellions +Grind for many, tha sky the limit +Speed through in 5 and sixes +Shitin on bitches and hittin at snitches we diggin ya ditches +Cheese love when gutta be spitin cause gutta be shittin +Don't get it twisted with this cause gutta be clickin +Two tips stuck ta ya fitted ya body be missin +Loose lips stick out bitches don't botha a nigga +Loose ship down to tha fishes bottle of rivers +Cool whip under ya shirt ohh desert +Too gutta for this earth +Dude deserve it +Move under influence of earth +High as fuck +The champions is sqad up, gutta gutta +[Interlude: Lil wayne] +We are the fuckin champions NIGGA! +This is fuckin young mushu +I swear ta god i'm charged lawd +Sqad up, I.E. young money biotch! +In ya back, snacky snack +Wayne here, Tatrice i see ya, wessy west +Holla at ya dude +My muthafuckin D boys biotch +I feel it, i feel it i swear ta god +Ya'll know it wouldn't be right without ya boy + +[Verse 5: Lil wayne] +This is the sqad, this is the mob +You lookin for a pimp bitch this is the guy +This is the guy that her girlfriend ride +Put the triggers up high, by the triggas we die +And a nigga be jived to tha killing insides +Kill him inside, kill him in ride like +Should a man die, real men survive +In the middle of the field there will be sqad like +What it is parner i'm a squadren +Hardly seein niggas they ain't up to my standards +??? we do is sit in here in a cut back caddie +??? to a bitch ain't runnin my habbit +??? to a switch, what are my habbits +I'm a muthafuckin urban legend +Urban stress bring purpleness, murder Rabbit +Ask ya bitch you probably heard i stabbed it +Eagle street is the turf i'm reppin +Weezy wee from the murder capi-tol +Easily get a bird ta crack a 2 +We tha shit watch word get back ta you +Hot nigga wayne, pop nigga frame +Though papa been a while put the thang on a chop scame thang +Watch homboys drop everythang +Better not got a dame, i'm a make fa sho she +Do her thang when she get up in my range and +Give me her cock, i give her brain that hoe +I'm not playin this is how the game go +I'm not playin this is how the game go +This is how the young money thang go +Fe see you, Su see you, ??? see you +Gutta, Streets, Nut, Diz, J, Yo +Where you at Rodrick on the track +Holla back BIOTCH!!!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SaluteFirst off I'm a muthafuckin' +G-en-er-al word to the cake shells +In this chopper will pop em +Make it sound like a helli-choppers land on top of this bitch +You want this whopper come and get your beef nigga +I'm not a boxer I'm be brief nigga +Were on top I will put you underneath niggas +We will take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga +Your highest title numero uno +I'm not that little pregnant white girl but juno +You no anything within a nigga reach +My dogs will bite you and guess who the nigga leash +I was once told by my nigga Meach +You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach +So everytime you hear mine get your hand to your hairline + +[Chorus] +Yeah I'm in this bitch +Sending champagne to my enemy's +Salute or shoot you choose mu'fucka' +Bow down till your head touch your shoes mu'fucka' +Salute me, salute me, salute me, salute me +Salute or shoot you choose mu'fucka' +Bow down till your head touch your shoes mu'fucka' +Salute me +Now just say hello to the Captain +And I stay away from magnets cause that metals what I'm packin' +Bet your brains on your shirt will look like jello on a napkin +And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on a canvas +Call me Wezezy F baby Young Money army, betta' yet Navy +Fab' I got 'em +And watch me get 'em +And I do 'em +How I did 'em +And tool inside my denim +I shoot everything but woman and kids +Bitch niggas stop bitchin' it's just how it is +Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by my ribs +You won't be satisfied till I send a missile by your crib +Shoot you in the stomach now your pissin' out your ears +Hollygrove all day bodies in the hallway +And if you come searchin' then your finding out the hard way (ugh) +No matter where your from you better recognize a real +Nigga when you see one +Salute me + +[Chorus] +At second thought I got the heart of a solider +Told ya I ain't gon' play y'all +My mind has gon' awall +Find it I will pay y'all +My money is yay tall okay y'all +A smidget stack is midget mack +That mean it's gon' stay small +Told dem I don't see nobody +I'm a rappin' Ray Charles (I don't see nobody) +I think I need a seein' I dog +Come to being fly dog +You ain't seeing I dog (OK OK OK OK) +We sit in here like pollen now +Fuck you niggas hollerin' now +They said I been M-I-A +Yea bitch I'm on columns now +Leaders gon' be followin' crowds +General like Colin Powell +Water means Cary gay +Beef is just a style of cow +I who make the call +So make me get the dialin' out +Nick got the cannon yea dat nigga be widlin' out +They ain't ballin' these niggas is filin' out +They ain't throwin' jives they just throwin' the towels out yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Welcome To My Hood[T-Pain] +Welcome to my hood +(Where the hood at) +(Where the hood at) +Welcome to my hood +Everybody know everybody +And if I got it everybody got it +Welcome to my hood +Look at all these old school Chevy’s +24′s so you know we roll heavy +Welcome to my hood +They outside playing hopscotch +And every know this is the hot spot +Welcome to my hood +Them boys will put you down on your knees +(Woop, woop) That’s the sound of the police +In my hood +[Rick Ross] +Audemar on my wrist +Diamond, look like they glowing +50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing +Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin’ +Treat ‘em like jack boys, catch ‘em slippin’ then slay ‘em +Lord forgive me for my sins +That’s my confessions if they put me in this benz +I got possession of a federal offence +I’m talking pressure in my criminal intent +So wear ya vest’s and I’m still gon’ stunt +Like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck ya house note nigga +Blow that bitch on a bottle +The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back +Tell you “we the best forever” DJ Khaled handle that +[T-Pain - Chorus] +[Plies] +I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga +I’m talkin’ Norieaga, nigga, the real Norieaga +If you ain't from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us +And tell congress when you see ‘em bitch I’m stealin’ cable +And leave the D-Boys alone ’cause they motivate us +And why is the half of my whole hood on papers +Some are on house arrest, some are on child support +Some of ‘em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court +Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note +Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo +I’m talking strip clubs, I’m talking liquor stores +We throw our money round here, but y’all can… + +[T-Pain - Chorus] +[Lil Wayne] +Bitch I’m on probation, so my nerves bad +And they say time fly’s, well mine’s first class +I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets +I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach +Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass +Pockets on Monique +Bitch I’m from the murder capital +Hoe, I’m far from practical +Shit happens and since I’m the shit, I’m who it happens to +Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I’m red hot +I don’t see nobody, see nobody like a head shot +All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out +Got it sewn up, check the thread count +[T-Pain - Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dedication Convo[Lil Wayne] +It's everybody man +Everybody cross the Grove, everybody cross the Grove +You already knew, man +If you don't know what I'm saying +Then play this shit back, 'cause I don't know what I'm saying +But this is a dedication to the streets +The gangstas, the hood, the fallen soldiers +The down-ass chicks and the people in the slums +Young Money, muh'fucka (dedication to my Mom) +You understand me? +Dedication to our family +That was coming, you see how I spit +And we are Young Money, man +This is a dedication, people +It's gangsta grills, you motherfuckers +Understand that, and who I am? +I am Young Wayne, but now you can call me +This is "Tha Carter," peopleEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Leave Me[Intro] +Alright, now we got my nigga Dizzy aka. Raw D out +You tryna get me stuck in a hole +Only got one soul, I know +From the ground up, coming soon +It's a lot of pressure and pain +But I'm ready for whatever call my name +And everybody puttin' them over things +Fought with 'em both, we can bring it on +Young money (Ooh dawg, ooh dawg) + +[Verse 1] +I could give a fuck if you agree with me +'Cause I don't see nobody giving up no greenery +And everybody wanna be up on the scenery +Nigga look me eye to eye but he ain't seein' me +And all these niggas run around sayin' they seen a key +Ain't got a motherfucking thing, ain't seen a G +But always got they mouth open when it comes to me +I wanna know what the fuck you niggas done for me (Tell me, tell me) +Pussy motherfuckers probably run from me +Make me slap ya in ya mouth to get a gum from me +And you know it's only real niggas that run with me +So if I die, probably little niggas will come from me +Shit, it's gonna take like 10 million just to come for me +Yeah, I'm eatin' but I still feel hungry +You know I don't give a motherfuck, yeah I done this shit +And I'm done with it but don't fuck with me +[Chorus] +They tryna get me stuck in a hole +Only got one soul, I know +It's a lot of pressure and pain +But I'm ready for whatever, I'ma mess with that bitch +And everybody open they mouths but they ain't 'bout what I'm 'bout +We can bring it on +We can bring it on + +[Verse 2] +Look, and I ain't worried 'bout the law neither +I ain't got nothin' on me, bitch, I'm all legal +And niggas sayin' what they saw talkin' to them people +They got my people in the place without them charges on 'em +And I get charged every day in my charger, homie +And I don't beef with niggas 'cause they all below me +And I don't eat with niggas 'cause we all ain't hungry +It's time to get this money, nigga, fuck your feelings +Who the fuck is gonna take care of your children, shit +Who was there when we were on top of them buildings, shit +I'm over my head, I'm on top of the ceiling +But I'm being real and that's how a nigga feel, fuck +And motherfuck how a motherfucker feel, yeah +I'm tryna feel how I feel to touch a meal +And everybody tryna get a deal +But my mind on these bricks and I'm on the bill +[Chorus] +They tryna get me stuck in a hole +Only got one soul, I know +It's a lot of pressure and pain +But I'm ready for whatever, I'ma mess with that bitch +And everybody open they mouths but they ain't 'bout what I'm 'bout +We can bring it on +We can bring it onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kiss The Game GoodbyeG-g-good afternoon call me young tune +I'm D O P and E all in one spoon +New Orleans law-layer, USC text spill +Rappa slash rocka, jazzy like a sax player +But I'm an ex player you can ask players +I don't got stacks I got layers +I outweigh yours, pick the scale up +Married to the game, pick the veil up [x2] + +Kiss the game goodbye y'all dry +I Mr. Potatoe head to you small fries +Yeah, you could check my archives +And they nickname my swagga "sharp knives" +Ha ha, first name I thoughts wise +Last name Carter to rappers I'm Jaws five +Last name Carter to rappers I'm Saw five +Young Mula baby + +Kiss the game goodbye [x6]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Roman ReloadedBang my shit bang, it bang bang +B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang + +Yo, I guess I went commercial, just shot a commercial +When I flew to the set though, I ain't fly commercial +And the ad is global, yep +Ad was local +Where we shot it was a lot of different agriculture's +So I laugh at hopefuls +Nicki pop, only thing that's pop is my endorsement I' +Fuck around I have to go and reinforce the Glock + +Bang my shit bang, it bang bang +B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang + +Is it me or did I just put these rap bitches on the map again +You mad 'cause I'm at the Grammy's with the Vatican +You in the booth, but I'm who you be channelin' +Why they never bring your name up at the panel then? +Hottest MC's, top five! +You need money, I got mine +More knots than Eric on Basketball wives + +(Ya dig?) Bang my shit bang, it bang bang +B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang +Uh, I couldn't do your TV show I needed ten more mill +Not ten on the back, I need ten on signin' +Give that shit to a wash up, bitch I'm winning +If I had a label I would never sign you hoes +Take you bitches to school than I Columbine these hoes +I hear the slick shit, bitch you washed +All you hoes cryin', Christopher Bosh + +Bang my shit bang, it bang bang +B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang + +Ayo, now when I tell 'em that it's Barbie bitch +Yes I really do mean it's Barbie bitch +Ask Mattel, they auction my Barbie bitch +Raggedy Ann, could never be a Barbie bitch +You at the bottom of the barrel scrapin' +I'm out in LA, at the Ice Age tapin' +I'm chillin' at the top I got ample time +Bite me, Apple sign + +(Ha) Bang my shit bang, it bang bang +B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang (Yeah) + +Kush on my breath, cocaine on my tongue +Eat that pussy make it numb +She can't feel herself cum +Got a body on my gun fuck the world with my thumb +Pop a molly smoke a blunt that mean I'm a high roller +My ex wanna work it out, bitch try yoga +Two hoes in the bed, tell 'em hoe slide over +Excuse my French, two bitches and moi that's a Nicki Ménage à Trois ha! Tunechi +Bang my shit bang, it bang bang +B-B-Bang my shit bang it bang bang + +Um my shit so cold, man it don't even stink +Oh destructive ass nigga, watch me break the bank +Weezy F, and the F is for fill in the blanks +And I say shout out Mack Maine, back yard bully +And the weed purple like a black girl pussy +Word, middle finger on the trigger +Uh, so you know that mean (fuck a nigga) + +Bang my shit bang, it bang bang +Bang my shit bang it bang bang + +Bang, my bitch bang she bang bang +Well that's 'cause my bitch is Nina Ross and and +She bang b-bang bang bang bang, she go bang, (bang) +We bang, bang-bang +Bang, b-b-b-bang, bang, blood gang, hey!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How To Love (Remix)Cut the music up +A lil' louder +Yeah +You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love +You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever +Now you in the corner tryna put it together +How to love, how to love +For a second you were here, now you over there +It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body +Like you never had a love, never had love +When you was just a young'un, your looks were so precious +But now your grown up, so fly it's like a blessing +But you can't have a man look at you for 5 seconds +Without you being insecure +You never credit yourself so when you got older +It's seems like you came back 10 times over +Now you're sitting here in this damn corner +Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder +See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love +Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios +Me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar? +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado +Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar? +Te acuerdas de esa noche eramos adolescentes queria darte un beso +Y tu tan inocente me tenias locamente enamorado, me tenias locamente enamorado +Y ya lo ves, lo que fue ya fue te marchaste poco a poco de mi lado y yo sigo locamente enamorado aqui sigo locamente enamorado +Te fuiste pero nunca me dijiste adios me dejaste en mil pedazos por no saber amar como amar? +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar +Ooohh, see I just want you to know +That you deserve the best +You're beautiful +You're beautiful +Yeahh +And I want you to know +You're far from the usual +Far from the usual +How to love +You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado +Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar? +See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart +Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out +How to love, how to love +La vida va pasando tu carita no a cambiado +Esos ojitos negros que siguen suplicando como amar como amar?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let’s Go Hoe[Chorus: Curren$y] +What you lookin at, girl, you lookin at a G +You ain't good with your man, you're better with me +I'm fresh to death, and I'm already stackin cheese +Come and get me, on my shoulder, follo me when I leave +Let's go hoe, let's go hoe + +[Verse 1: Curren$y] +Hot Spitta nigga, got a lot of Carbin with me +Got them rounds with me, but never got them windows tinted +Whole top here, want all of them to see me +And this bad assbitch keep lookin in my mearer +Crazy chick, she like this life I'm livin +And you aitn crazy, girl, you can tell I'm a rich nigga +I got more stripes than Nike, nigga +This green with me, all them other niggas bitches +You already know how we get down +Young Money, baby, we is in your town +Fuck a rocket, we sellin that Bobby Brown +If you love your girlfriend, don't bring her around +Come outside, you see the cash flow +Pimp in the game, and my brother and Mack, yo +Far from an amature, a nigga got money like the producer of a track, hoe + +[Chorus: Curren$y] +What you lookin at, girl, you lookin at a G +You ain't good with your man, you're better with me +I'm fresh to death, and I'm already stackin cheese +Come and get me, on my shoulder, follo me when I leave +Let's go hoe, let's go hoe +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Weezy baby, my money bigger, hoe +Mama knew she got it perfect, right in my portfolio +From the hood, with them birds and airplanes +Now I'm making money with the pimps, eating Shrimp +I love it, yes, I love it, I bet I could make you love it +Can't no other person do it like I motherfuckin does it +I love it, you should love it +You didn't piss me off, your other nigga does it +I'm on that fuckin Patrone +And I like it, I feel like fightin +Feel like fuckin, might just +Bring her to the crib, enter crisis +Fresh from my head to the bottom of my Nikes +Half on my dick, she ride it for the licance +Yes, that's me, lookin spicey +Open it up, yeah, it's just like this + +[Chorus: Curren$y] +What you lookin at, girl, you lookin at a G +You ain't good with your man, you're better with me +I'm fresh to death, and I'm already stackin cheese +Come and get me, on my shoulder, follo me when I leave +Let's go hoe, let's go hoeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Know What I’m Doin’ (Remix)(Chorus - T-Pain - 2X) +Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) +Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) +Yeah (Take a picture) Click click +(Take a picture) click click +(Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin' + +(Verse 1 - Rick Ross) +Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks +Started on a corner now a nigga 106 +Heroin ain't quiet nah you can't quiet mine +I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine +You know I gotta shine you just bezzle yours +I Fifty-carat mine I'm fuckin' several whores +When you hear the (brrrr) you know I got the sack +'Cause when I hit the (brrrr) he always got the packs +M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe +If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke +Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece +A grand for the bitch the whip is not a lease +You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard +Put Ross on the front just to front hard +Cash Money money comin' on freight liners +Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds + +(Chorus - T-Pain - 2X) +(Verse 2 - Birdman) +We got the swine wit' the suede on top +The money keep a-comin' nigga peep the droptops +The white keep cookin' and the beige raw rock +And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots +Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock +Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks +Them niggas poppin' shit but they know we stay cocked +And if they ever play wit' me I'm gettin' another tear drop +250 on the grill spent the same on the watch +Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock +I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights +I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night +Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright +Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes +Big Money Heavyweight nigga that's my life +Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga + +(Chorus - T-Pain - 2X) + +(Verse 3 - Lil Wayne) +Started wit' some hubbers 12 years old +Man I swear to God I was 12 years old +My mama didn't know and Stunna ain't know 'bout it +'Til the day I got shot they found some money in my pocket +Yeah... I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off +Them niggas runnin' up the terminal we takin' off +They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog +And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard +Nigga I mack hard bitch I'm a bad boy +Fuck a security guard I turn 'em into track stars +You know my name baby that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby +And if that nigga hatin' on ya then fuck him baby +I tell 'em fuck 'em girl +18 inch windows in my crib you'll see the whole world +Bitch what you tryna do? I haven't spent a check yet off The Carter 2 +I am that fuckin' dude now who the fuck are you? +(Chorus - T-Pain - 2X) +(music to fade)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +A Dedication (D3)[Spoken: Lil Wayne] +Yo, this is the dedication to the bitches. And to the women, ya dig? A bitch is a female dog, and they say a dog is a man's best friend. Alright, now, so, I just wanna say to all the ladies... I— I— What you gotta say? Yeah, I just wanna say to all the ladies that we love y'all. And all the single mothers out there, keep your head up when you do what you do. You do it well And shout-out to my mother. She's a wonderful mother. And everybody else's mothers. And everybody in this room mothers. Shout-out to all our mothers, ya dig? We love all y'all. Happy Mother's Day, even when it ain't. Without y'all, we wouldn't be here. Yes. That was a beautiful dedication, right there, to the women. Shout-out to my daughter. Your daughter, too.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money Over Here{Hook} +('Cause it's) Money over here Money over here +Money over here Money over here +(Yeah) Money over here What it do pimpin'? +(I say) What it do pimpin'? (I say) What it do pimpin'? +(C'mon) Money over here (Yeah) What it do pimpin'? +I see ya'll boys lookin' but ya'll niggas ain't tippin' Hold up +Money over here What it do pimpin'? +I see ya'll boys lookin' but ya'll niggas ain't tippin' (Get 'em Wayne) + +(Verse) +First off I'm hotter than a motherfucker +I represent that dirty like a blood puddle +I shut them haters up like a dog muzzle +I be the ace when the cards shuffle +It go pity-pat-tonk {?) +Apes and gorillas Got from grape to vanilla +A lake or a river Play with a nigga +I make it a slumber party you can lay with your nigga +Mr. Tough Thug don't start with me +I am a painter and blood is an art to me +I piss on you guys you's a wart to me +And your girlfriend still report to meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +TAYLOR GANGTaylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +You know I'm reppin' taylor +On my weed from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour +Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper +And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is +Muthaf-ck a Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair +I'm the coach I can show you how to be a player +5/8 is the fitted bitches love my hair +Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear +The let me in the club, f-ck a dress code +Me and all my n-ggas rollin up the best smoke +Og kush from the westcoast +Oh you down to f-ck? shorty lets go +Diamonds in my chain n-ggas tryna steal my lane +Chronic in my brain bitch, I'm reppin' taylor gang +Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin' til I'm throwin' up +Only papers if you taylor'd n-gga throw it up +High socks, low cuts +Smell that good weed than you know it's us +That yellow car pulling up, them n-ggas aint hot so they close to us +Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, Taylor gang +You know I'm reppin' taylor +On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour +Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper +And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is +Muthaf-ck a hater +[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/w/wiz+khalifa/taylor+gang_20902740.html ] +Bought a crib like scarface's +This is my world +All my n-ggas down to bang but we can try worse +Smoking ounces to the head til my head twirls +I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl +Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us +Plus them n-ggas suckas I got that in living color +All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors +All I do is f-ck 'em once, and I don't call or give 'em numbers +Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress +Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex +Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers? +Real recognise real and my nig you a stranger +Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers +Got a Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +You know I'm reppin' taylor +On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour +Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper +And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is +Muthaf-ck a hater +You see me out I rep my gang +Used serve that john mccain, that john mccain +Hold up they don't know my name? +Chevy who? chevy who? +Look at all that shit them dollars do +Gettin' all this money wit you know who +It's taylor gang over you +We poppin bottles gang signs +All my n-ggas gang signs +Rollin up gang signs +N-ggas trippin, bang time +Hold up, what they say bout us? +Same n-ggas gotta get the ok bout stuff +They aint in the same league +They don't play like us +No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up +Bang on them hoes, we does that +Socket work, I just had a plug for that +Get your taylor on +Hold for whatever you rep +Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set +Got these n-ggas trippin', and these bitches too +They just haters though, no matter what we do +What up cuh, on the left side +It's taylor gang, and that's or die +Chevy! +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +You know I'm reppin' taylor +On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour +Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper +And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is +Muthaf-ck a haterphone full of hoes, and a gang full of tayloEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Just FineYeah +Yeah +Yeah + +I'm going in y'all + +Okay it's Oh Eight +Young Wayne just back on the scene +With the green +And a cup full of ling +Ba-ling symbolizes the bottom +We at the top +And Pimp-C dead last year was a shock +And my flow is so tip top notch +Cause' I'm on my raps like a Hip-Hop cop +Why oh why +My oh my +Ms. Mary J +I am so obliged +For you to involve Weezy Baby! +I told my mom and she went crazy +She said "son thats a good look for ya" +And she wanted me to let you know that +She would cook for ya +But back to the subject +Something you could dance to +Cause Swizzy is a bad dude +And Weezy is a can do +And we are crack, smack +That never wack +Like I never had a caddy +I would never lack +And I would never lie +I would never say never +When I ever say never +Say never cause' I never gave up +Whatever +It's whatever +I be with bad guys and good fellas' +Yeah +You're jealous +And we're not dot com +E-Mail us +Yeah i did a joint wit Mary J Blige my nigga +Let it go +Can't let this thing called love get away from you +Feel free right now, going do what you want to do +Can't let nobody take it away, from you, from me, from we +No time for moping around, are you kidding? +And no time for negative vibes, cause I'm winning +It's been a long week, I put in my hardest +Gonna live my life, feels so good to get it right + +So I like what I see when I'm looking at me +When I'm walking past the mirror +No stress through the night, at a time in my life +Ain't worried about if you feel it +Got my head on straight, I got my mind right +I ain't gonna let you kill it +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just + +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just fine + +Feels so good, when you're doing all the things that you want to do +Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new +Keep your head up high +In yourself, believe in you, believe in me +Having a really good time, I'm not complaining +And I'm a still wear a smile if it raining +I got to enjoy myself regardless +I appreciate life, I'm so glad I got mine +So I like what I see when I'm looking at me +When I'm walking past the mirror +Ain't worried about you and what you gonna do +I'm a lady so I must stay classy +Got to keep it hot, keep it together +If I want to get better +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +You see I won't change my life, my life's just fine + +I ain't gon' let nothing get in my way +(I ain't gone let nobody bring me down, no, no, no) +No matter what nobody has to say +(No way, no way, no way) +I ain't gon' let nothing get in my way +No matter what nobody has to say + +Feels so good, when you're doing all the things that you want to do +Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new +It's a really good thing to say +That I won't change my life, my life's just fine + +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +You see I won't change my life, my life's just fine +So I like what I see when I'm looking at me +When I'm walking past the mirror +No stress through the night, at a time in my life +Ain't worried about if you feel it +Got my head on straight, I got my mind right +I ain't gonna let you kill it +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just + +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooh +You see I wouldn't change my life, my life's just fineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +If U Lookin for Me[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me +Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet +Anybody ever try to get in my way +Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder today + +[Verse 1: Boo] +Put the shot, then head straight to the block +Call me and Wayne Smooth with the rock +Rich and move work, you get it out quick +Yeah I know I rap, but I'm livin off bricks +On that Lean that I'm sellin, I'm pourin +Three's only one, motherfucker, you know who it is +Blow one, motherfucker, get how we live +But we still throgh it up, that's how we is + +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Make it rain, make it flood in the drout +I got two halfs and them quarters, that's what I'm bout +That's why I chuck 4 blocks, come with 4 pocks +Bad bitches cookin for me, the feends is lookin for me +I can't lie, homie, I like myself +Pour up a 4 a lil, before I'm myself +You know you might see me on the flight, or in the Caraira +Yeah, we got that white, but we still the stars of the eara +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me +Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet +Anybody ever try to get in my way +Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder today + +[Verse 3: Curren$y] +Smokin something, man, feelings beating me down +Bad asses, sellin Crack and stacks +Shit whent from tarific to tragic +Niggas talkin shit, I'll put a hit out on them bastards +Slow them boys down, like Los Angeles trafic +My diamonds is dancin, like television static +Don't throgh the coach on the first day of practice +Donuts in the 24, bitch, I'm matchin +I'm a green feend, no controlin me +Talkin bout that Cabbage, I be stackin +You niggas is pussy, you be foldin and crackin +My niggas is wishin, I tell m to have it and let shit happen +Cuttin down the neck from the bottom of the baskit +These 16s make you rearange your brackets +Hit the final four with my final horse +Fall asleep in the sky, box orbs +Spitta! + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me +Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet +Anybody ever try to get in my way +Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder today +[Verse 4: Mack Maine] +Hate it or love it, we thuggin in public +You rappers ain't eatin, your food cost out of your budget +Your rappers half edea, you spittin your court cases +I spit that boss music, try the fource music +This how a boss move it +36 Os, we don't play halfs, we don't even fuck hoes +And I ain't talkin Coopes, I said pay attention +Let them haters gosep, murders my entention + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +If you're out there in the street, and your lookin for me +Bitch, I be hustlin like a dog, tryna make ends meet +Anybody ever try to get in my way +Then you know Imma be going to jail for murder todayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hot Revolver (Extended Version)Young mullah, baby +Umm, young mullah, baby +She says, do you have the time +To listen to me whine +She askin' who's on the other line? +You diss me every time +I tell 'em, baby I'm a star +Shit, I'm above a star +And now I done got so high +I did forgotten who you are +(Are, are) +Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh +Ah ah +Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh +Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh +Ah ah +I'm in love with you +But I can't be with you +Tomorrow I'll be back +Up on the first flight +Right up out of town +Young mullah, baby +Hop back in my spaceship +Girl, I gotta drop your ass off +(Oh oh eh eh) +Last night, yeah we were spaced girl +You love it, girl, I gotta take off +(Oh oh eh eh) +'Cause I'm a be here next week +So call your company and take off +Oh oh oh, yeah oh oh eh +'Cause she say, "Wayne, Wayne" +So she got me all impatient +Cry me a river +I can hear my conscious +While I say aloud +Boy, you got a problem +(Problem) +And you ain't foolin' no one +But yourself +You're like a hot revolver +(Hot revolver) +But you ain't killin' no one +But yourself +And so she's gone to party town +On her own +And you go by yourself +So all alone +I told her, I can be with her +But I can't be with her +As much as she like me to +She like me too much +That's the problem +Oh my God, then Shorty be whillin' +And when I say I got to leave +You wouldn't believe +All of the things that she'll do +And all of the things +That she'll say to make me stay +And I be like, 'Damn' +I'm not going for forever +I'll be back someday +But she wanna go with me +To outer space +So we made love in the Milky Way +And then I send her on her way +Boy, you got a problem +(Problem) +And you ain't foolin' no one +But yourself +You're like a hot revolver +But you ain't killin' no one +But yourself +And so she's gone to party town +On her own +And you go by yourself +So all alone +Now she's not picking up the phone +I don't know what to do +Thinking about visiting her home +Landing my space ship on her roof +Going through her bedroom window +Only to find a man shoe on the floor +Oh no +Oh no +Oh oh no +And I'm like +Who am I to blame +When she was pleading wayne +If you ever leave again +I don't wanna see you anymore +Hop back in my space ship +Hope that I don't spot you at all +Eh eh oh +Because baby if I see you +I'm a probably knock your ass out +Eh eh oh +Put you in the trunk +Throw him over the bridge and take off +Boy, you got a problem +(Problem) +And you ain't foolin' no one +But yourself +You're like a hot revolver +But you ain't killin' no one +But yourself +And so she's gone to party town +On her own +And you go by yourself +So all aloneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SwitchLil Wayne: +Um why your boyfriend acting like Secret Service? +Cause I'ma get you by yourself and get that super service +You know I balls out, purchase without a purpose, I do you good then I'm Audi like four circles +Now she should change her name to Mrs. Wayne +Cause she say every time I'm gone she miss Wayne +But she has a better man at home, but she say I'm better than her man at home +I understand, and I like the way you look when you walk + +Cause you switch like the sand and the hook and hope you mean err thing you saying in the hook +Cause I'll steal your heart and show your man what I took +Cassie: +Switch it up like a old 64 when it sit real high and when it get down low +Wanna switch it up like a model on a runway, bout to make a good change 2xEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s Not Luv (Remastered Version)[Hook] +That’s not love +That’s not love +(On the real side) +That’s not love, (You dig) +Not real true love + +[Verse: 1] +Snakes in the grass, so I stay on the pavement +Survived the battle when Adam was a cavemen +And dead animals and dead men +I’m all in and my only friend is Amen +Keep your mouth closed, you wanna know why you die? +The answer’s right under your nose +Expose to the streets, in the game I don’t cheat +I had to play my position, get MVP +I get money don't shit come free +It's my life and i'm runin' even with numb feet +Keep my business in my pocket, don't wash with bleach +And I never show my hand, not even to me, you see + +[Hook] +That’s not love +That’s not love + +[Verse: 2] +Look, as the crooked world revolves +Love spelled backwards is evolve +The evil spelled backward was just live or live +And When death comes you better have life to give +I spit that real talk like knives to ribs +And rats die ugly, die with kids +These niggas stitchin' and still livin' +I hope my words are like razor's to them bitches +Niggas pretend like they there to dig in +But when they go down and fuck around and be them +That blood live for millon when it's leakin' +If you scared go see a deacon, nigga +That ain't love +[Hook] +That’s not love +That’s not loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yall Aint Fuckin Wit Me[Intro- Lil' Wayne] +Yeah +What Up World +It's your boy Weezy Baby +Bless on the music. Mixtape murder, bitch. Ya know? +So get your ? shit right +Listen + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] + +Ima squeeze the game till faggots scream mercy +I spit it for niggas who will never see mercy +Throwback New Orleans number 17 jersey +Bang bang eagle gang early +If you heard a verse thirsty, I got your cup +I put killa flow on ya plate eat it up paw +And every slow song needed +My shit already seasoned +No pepper added the boy is acid +Fee yelling from the sideline "boy he don't pass it" +I tuck and scramble and 100 yard dash it +I tuck it handle coming out my pants +Its like fucking animal, blame it on my past tense +You niggas running trying to catch up wit my past tense +Ya need your ass kicked, maybe your run faster +Dumb bastard, this is Young Money and me I'm the young master +Ask for Weezy shit +Im SQAD Up niggas telling me to kill it +Knowin when we come out we gone dumb out +Glocks rung out, shots rung out +Party flyers reading no party if the SQAD come out +Cuz it's no party when them nines come out +When you're trynna dance and your man's spine come out +My tec did that +Not me, my tec did dat +I thought it was a bitch song but niggas is yelling "my neck, my back" +I ain't respecting that +Petty ballers step with that +We major just cope, we neglected crack +U.S. lets get Clinton elected back +Cuz Bush got the hood on a hectic lack +But I'm good at this I practice techniques +Wrestle the streets Cactus Jack +How black is that? +My flow a civil rights act attack +The spine of the neighborhood back is back +That Weezy; That Baby; That Hot Boya +Have your lady that hot and bothered +That gangsta that pimp that balla +Name ringin in the streets like a black tomas +Name ringin hustle like I gotta smack bonas +Name keep ringin till the feds smack on us +Name ringin in then game like I clash Jordan +Young field still young, name ringin in the school classroom like I'm Zach Morris +Team ringin in New Orleans like we are that Hornets team +I got the maybe peach? under garments clean? +In a Bentley limousine, know what I mean? +Weezy is king +Bitch +Ya Know? What it is +You thought I was finished? + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] + +I'm Weezy Wee boy posted in my b-boy stance +5 g's on pants like 500 little G, G's on pants +Jeep jeep on fans +She she haul ass +The see the boy pass +We be off glass +To you haters who gone trip don't leave y'all bags +Y'all come on back ya hear, we gone beat y'all ass +Big money over hear, I over beat y'all cash +Getting money over hear, I over see y'all cash +Little money over there, I can't see y'all cash +I could get y'all cash +We flee off fast +Like holdin down clutch pop neutral to first, wait flee off gas +Yes, you could keep on playing and we gone dance +And we don't dance no more all we do is this +Nigga you just witnessed terrific business +I learned that from the game and earned it with the name +Fuck Ya +Because y'all not fucking wit me cuz I'm Cash Money and I'm Young Money +Tell em I'm SQAD Up till I leave, put it on my mommy gat behind me +You could try me +Y'all not fucking wit me cuz I'm Cash Money and I'm Young Money +Tell em I'm SQAD Up till I leave, it's on my mommy gat behind me +You could try me +Fuck itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +WtfTell us that you would like to have the lyrics of this song. Then we'll make it our highest priority to find these lyrics first! +Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Soo Woop[Talking] +I hate gossip… and I don’t walk around +Looking for it ya know +But yesterday it seemed to just wonder +Around until it found me +You know like gossip found me +And why don’t you try it +Huh, you don’t know +Well what you just do is… +Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop +[Lil Wayne +Verse1] +Stop, hating on a nigga +Dat is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga +And you can tipped like ya waitin on a nigga +Putta body bag and a apron on a nigga… +I give my all behind da mic +But you could never see if you sit behind da light +And you don’t have to pick me to win da title fight +But I’mma wear dat champion belt sooo tight +And if I’m wrong there is no right +And if I’m wrong there is snow white +I’m tryna be po-lite but you bitches in my hair +Like da fucking po-lice And my flow is rare +These other rappers nice, these other rappers bark +Some of ‘em even bite +But I’m much more bright I give the game sight +But before you dim the lights you just might, might, wanna +[Singing] +Think it over, think it over (Oooooo) +Think it over, think it over (Baby, baby) +[Lil Wayne +Verse 2] +Stop… analyzin’ critacizin’ +You should realize what I am and start epitomizin’ +Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion +I’m confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it +My flow sick, so sick, it’s like my shit is dyin’ +It rains a lot in my city, cause my city’s cryin’ +Because my city’s dyin’ +Still I emerge from all of that I am a living pion-eer, near Zion +Fear God, not them +Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot… and +Soo-woo +And, then I leave blood in the booth, I leave a blood bath +Sorry there’s a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at? +I’m twisted like the string on a shoe +No nigga fuck dat +I’m twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at? +I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass +So in your possession, I, I, I must ask… +[Singing] +Hey, haven’t I been good to you? (Think it over) +Tell me; haven’t I been sweet to you? +[Wayne:] +Drag my name through the mud +I come out clean +Cast away stones +I won’t even blink +A gun is not a math problem +I won’t even think +Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink +Don’t believe in me +Don’t believe me +I graduated from hungry +And made it to greedy +My flow is like pasta +Take it and eat it +But I’m gone need cheese if I’m bakin’ lasini +You niggas want beef? +I want a steak and uh, we be +Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be +Hard body nigga, just taken it easy +All about my paper, bout my paper like Easy +Why do rappers Why to rappers, lie to fans +Lie to rappers, a lot rappers lie like actors cut the mothafuckin camera +Cut the checks nigga fuck your props +And make it out to Mr. Hip-HopEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sex In The LoungeI think I gave him a discrete name; he replied with a street name +P.R. at the heat game, no ball, repeat game +He addicted to hustle; I'm addicted to fame +Though he packin' that muscle, I'm addicted to brain +I'm addicted to chilling, make a hell of a killing +Don't I stunt on these bitches? Man I'm bad as a villain +Get the gun, I'ma hunt 'em, when I'm done, I'm a don 'em +When we leaving the lounge, I'ma keep it a hundred +It went down, enough said, pull off in that thing, and it's blush red + +Sex in the lounge, girl, I'm gon' take ya down +I'm gon' have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound +Of our sex in the lounge +I can't believe this has happened to me, girl +Happened to me, girl oh why + +So caught up in this girl +Shawty, got me hooked right now +Keeping true to myself, cause I'm so into her +Cause we doing it like nobody's around +And when we doing it, I can hear her make a sound +Shawty was singing like me +Had that girl singing, singing like me +She be like, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh why + +She looking at me like she want it +I'm over here +She climbing on top of me +I'ma make her scream, her scream +Sex in the lounge, girl, I'm gon' take ya down +I'm gon' have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound +Of our sex in the lounge +I can't believe this has happened to me, girl +Happened to me, girl oh why + +Sit that pussy on my bottom lip +Then, after that, you know we gotta switch +My house so big that bitch came with a lobby +We didn't use a rubber, but I came on her body +I lay her down and kiss her neck and talk dirty to her +Like I get that pussy wetter than a dirty sewer +Fuck with me, turn around and bust it open for me +Get on that dick and get that money, go Oprah for me +All you girls don't like me, cause they know you love me +But if you scared, go to church, it's open Sunday +I-I-I dig, I dig in that pussy, guess what I find +Tunechi Lee and Nicki, sex in the lounge + +Sex in the lounge, girl, I'm gon' take ya down +I'm gon' have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound +Of our sex in the lounge +I can't believe this has happened to me, girl +Happened to me, girl oh why + +Sex in the lounge, girl, I'm gon' take ya down +I'm gon' have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound +Of our sex in the lounge +I can't believe this has happened to me, girl +Happened to me, girl oh whyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Renaissance Rap (Remix)[Q-Tip - Intro] + +I don't care who first or who last +I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby! +(Renaissance...) +I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do +But you got to be finished befo' the music is through... + +[Q-Tip - Verse 1ne] +I don't think they heard me, hold up.. +..So here we go, now +It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene +Geographically earthed in a place called Queens +I was formed with my principles, way I displayed +When I used to cool out where all the other kids played +'Cause I was way too ill, I would home my skill +Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill +Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark +Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS +And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line +Where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes +It was me, Big Pete, Tanya, and Sir ? +When in the heat of the cipher, I was not liable +For all the casualties of the dutty MCs' +I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea +Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead +Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled +C'mon Bust.. +[Busta Rhymes - Verse 2wo] +Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence +Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants +My beloved respect my benevolence +Comin like missles, the issue is this +Be the shit you can't rebel against +Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup? +And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up! +Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards +As I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguanlizard +At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife +Stabbin you in yo' back wild knife (Ahhhh!) +While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin +BEATS - rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin +If you don't understand what I'm sayin +Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!) +Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em +Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem +The Renaissance {*echoes*} + +[Q-Tip: interlude] +{*imitating Marley Marl} +WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there +I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here +Where Raekwon at?? +[Raekwon - Verse 3hree] +Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin +The head-long cock block pumpin is easy +Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms +Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz' +Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays +One line from this'll have you leanin like roach spray +Poison up on holstery, my boys in, this is our choice +Brooklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces +Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement +Chef in the buildin, yep and he been +A thousand one goons at the Rumba +Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants +Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area +Gorillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier +Take mines, take a hunnid nines +We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets +Try to front and you mines +Renaissance... + +(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!) + +[Lil Wayne - Verse 4our] +*clears throat* A-go off... +Let me spaz, let me spaz (c'mon) +Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass +So ahead of my time with my next week ass +Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash +And I do it for the killers and the hundred dolla billas +And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million - +Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank +Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank +You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank +I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the minks +Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directing it +Other fools break it down, I be dissecting it +EVER since I made it up out of middle America +Err'body wanna be in my genital area +Butcha better stay away from my chemical barrier +Weezy, baby, straight out the cesarean, NUGGUH!! +(What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?) +"Renaissance Rap" +[Marley-Tip - Outro] +MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more! +'Cause y'all tear it up when you get it +Lemme see who you have +Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes +You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here +Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo' +'cause y'all tear it up when you get it +I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nightmares Of The Bottom (Live)Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom +Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em +But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses +We in in the same picture but we all got different poses + +I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it +I try to slow down, and I get rear ended +Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right! +Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights? + +They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it" +Well call me clueless cause I do this +Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star +Life is a course and imma shoot for par + +I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow +And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow +Young Money CMR, I'm blood like a scar +I'm Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw" + +It's like I have it all +But I don't have to worry +Married to the money, a true love story +Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury +Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security +Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me +I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney +If you sleeping on me, than I hope you toss and turning +I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it +Yeah +Now what we doing with it +You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it +I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it +Some say this shit is a joke well I hope they get it +Ok, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point +Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice +I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser +And don't call me sir, call me survivor +Yeah + +And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share +Breathin' this air +If Miss Rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers +So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware +And if you wanna trip than imma meet ya there +To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair +Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer +I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear +Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Fear" +UhhhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pop Goes The Pussy[Girl] +Hold up, hold up is that who I think it +Is coming in here + +[Girl #2] +Girl That's Cassidy + +[Girl] +Hold on lets go to the dressing room +Get our self together put our +Pussy poppers on, we gon make +This money tonight + +[Chorus] +Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that +Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it +For that paper drop then pop pop it +Pa-pop it for that paper +Then let me hit the blow +And pop it for the paper + +[Cassidy] +I'ma hustla so I be on the grind (on the grind) +I always got the money and the bitches on my mind (on my mind) +And I was born to dine so every where I goes at (goes at) +The first thing I wanna know is where them hoes at (where them hoes at) +Where them girls that be takin off they clothes at (clothes at) +And where them girls that be slindin down them poles at (poles at) +Where them freaks at where them where them freaks at (freaks at) +(Who will get down on the floor and make they cheeks clap cheeks clap) +The type of girl that let another girl eat that (eat that) +And if you gotta couple dollars you can beat that (beat that) +Where my girl who be out there on the creep at (on the creep at) +Where them freaks at I had to repeat that (repeat that) +Cause I'm a freak too I get that from my father (father) +Since I can remember I been poppin my collar (collar) +You brought a dollar then holla believe that (believe that) +Girl ya pussy powerful cause niggas need that (need that) +[Chorus] +Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that +Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it +For that paper drop then pop pop it +Pa-pop it for that paper +Then let me hit the blow +And pop it for the paper + +[Chorus] +Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that +Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it +For that paper drop then pop pop it +Pa-pop it for that paper +Then let me hit the blow +And pop it for the paper + +[Sean P.] +Yea lil shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper +So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada +Always be that fresh I guess that why they get my flavor +You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor +Turn around and bust it open DJ call a waitress +I'ma make it rain what she be makin on the basis +Pop them rubber bands yall know what it is +Talkin strip club shawty cause I'm payin on some bills +Got them bottle on deck yea this is how I live +Nigga if you and ya lil homie hatin give you both a pill +Only in Atlanta yea this is where it is +If you into rubber throw a hundred dollar bill +Yea shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper +So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada +Always be that fresh I guess that why she get my flavor +You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor +[Chorus] +Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that +Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it +For that paper drop then pop pop it +Pa-pop it for that paper +Then let me hit the blow +And pop it for the paper + +[Chorus] +Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that +Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it +For that paper drop then pop pop it +Pa-pop it for that paper +Then let me hit the blow +And pop it for the paper + +[Lil Wayne] +Um, well it's the libra baby now come play in my jungle ride my zebra baby +And my hair hang like Tarzan I am the man now be my lady +And u know u wanna be my lady and you know I'm intoxicated yep +I smoke an drink that grade A +And um I like to tounge kiss that's right tongue kiss +I'm talkin diamonds and pearl tongues young prince +And I got them bloods with me bandanna like a hippie +And I tell you this you can be my mistress next to sippii +Lets get it poppin honey now get it poppin shawty +Baby I can make you see more hearts than Ed Hardy +Invite you to my crib I gotta bed party +And I'm the DJ I make you say go DJEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Looking at the game[Jim Jones:] +This is 9 tre news I’m Jimmy Jones here with your weather +We apologize for the drout all week but it looks like thunderstorms +All weekend. We fittin to make it rain on you motherfuckers (Ya Heard Me) + +[Hook x2: Stack Bundles] +Look Weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em +Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on ‘em +Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on ‘em (YEH) +I make it rain on ‘em (YEH) I make it rain on ‘em (YESIR) + +[Jim Jones:] +I’m Rick James I’m rich bitch is what I tell ‘em +Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller (CashMoney) +I’m fittin to make it rain so getchu an umbrella +We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers (That Yayo) +Ballin gettin high throwin dolla’s from the sky (balllllin) +Big reffer cloud got in storming inside (drizzlin) +Foreign outside I’m usually foreign when I drive (Speedin) +A buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky +Blowing money on the liqiour (Twisted) +At the strip joint blowing money on the bitches (Let it rain) +We standin on the bar throwing money like a pitcher (Get money) +But nigga I ain’t slippin got a fully-loaded trigga +And that can cause a heatwave (getchu clapped haa) +That mean you diggin you a deep grave +Nigga’s Jump yo ass have ‘em missin you for 3 days (Where he at?) +Cam says that this nigga’s a sucker (fareaal) +So that mean that this nigga’s a sucker (Ya heard that? Capo) +[Hook x2: Jim Jones] +I’m the, Weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em (Ballllin) +Weathetman with that paper I bought a range on ‘em (Capo) +20 grand worth uh money I bought champagne (Do it) +I make it rain on ‘em (Do it) Make it rain on ‘em (Do it) + +[Lil Wayne:] +Wezzy fuckin baby, Get ‘em a leash +Young money Dipset you betta believe +That gun got me walking like I got irregular knees +I be all over the bread like sesomi seeds +Auto-matic with the money like Reggi for 3 (laughing) +Big birds no Sesame Street, Bitch! +I’m to clean they ain’t messin with me +I’m just trying to see my decimals speak +Now these niggas just lighter then some good shit to me (Ok) +These niggas sweet like a taheshin treat (Ok) +They say I’m full of hot air then I release the heat +Split a nigga from his teeth to feet (Daamn) +Know what I’m talkin about +Know what I meaaan like keep the sneaks +I go dolla for dolla, week for week (Yeeah) +And Birdman said you niggas is bitches +So that mean you niggas is bitches, And Me? + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +I’m the Weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em +Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on ‘em +Still Ballin after the hundred K +I’m the weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em +[Hook: Stack Bundles] +Weatherman with that money I make it rain on ‘em +Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on ‘em (Yesir) +Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on ‘em (Yeeah) +I make it rain on ‘em (Yeeah) I make it rain on ‘em (Yeah) + +[Stack Bundles:] +Look! +Nuffin changed I’m still ballin like I’m spose to be +Shot callin like I’m spose to be +I spoil her like she close to me (Yeeah) +Find something bad bag her like groceries +Lifestyles like Six Flags I’m rollercoasterlly +Pockets full of kitty, these niggas ain’t gettin money like I was +I make it rain on em, they callin scattered showers (WHAAT) +I’m the motherfuckin Weatherman (Yeaah) +Tornado money can’t fit it in a rubberband (Naah) +Check tha news It’s goin be a cloudy forecast (And whaat) +And when I move a couple goons in that R Class (Yesir) +She want a Doughboy nigga that do numbers +A smile likle lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeeah) +I Shows out and the whores all love it (Love it) +And when it stop drizzlin the floors all flooded (Yessir) +In one night blew bezzle on charm money +Fuck it it’s nothin I’m still spendin Desert Storm money +[Hook: Stack Bundles 'til fade]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pop That Pussy (feat. Cassidy)(Girl) +Hold up, hold up is that who I think it +Is coming in here +(Girl #2) +Girl That's Cassidy +(Girl) +Hold on lets go to the dressing room +Get our self together put our +Pussy poppers on, we gon make +This money tonight + +(Chorus) +Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that +Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it +For that paper drop then pop pop it +Pa-pop it for that paper +Then let me hit the blow +And pop it for the paper + +(Cassidy) +I'ma hustla so I be on the grind (on the grind) +I always got the money and the bitches on my mind (on my mind) +And I was born to dine so every where I goes at (goes at) +The first thing I wanna know is where them hoes at (where them hoes at) +Where them girls that be takin off they clothes at (clothes at) +And where them girls that be slindin down them poles at (poles at) +Where them freaks at where them where them freaks at (freaks at) +Who will get down on the floor and make they cheeks clap cheeks clap) +The type of girl that let another girl eat that (eat that) +And if you gotta couple dollars you can beat that (beat that) +Where my girl who be out there on the creep at (on the creep at) +Where them freaks at I had to repeat that (repeat that) +Cause I'm a freak too I get that from my father (father) +Since I can remember I been poppin my collar (collar) +You brought a dollar then holla believe that (believe that) +Girl ya pussy powerful cause niggas need that (need that) +(Chorus x2) +(Sean P.) +Yea lil shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper +So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada +Always be that fresh I guess that why they get my flavor +You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor +Turn around and bust it open DJ call a waitress +I'ma make it rain what she be makin on the basis +Pop them rubber bands yall know what it is +Talkin strip club shawty cause I'm payin on some bills +Got them bottle on deck yea this is how I live +Nigga if you and ya lil homie hatin give you both a pill +Only in Atlanta yea this is where it is +If you into rubber throw a hundred dollar bill +Yea shawty fine lil shawty bout that paper +So I'm poppin bands I'm out here reppin for Dacada +Always be that fresh I guess that why she get my flavor +You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor + +(Chorus x2) +(Lil Wayne) +Um, well it's the libra baby now come play in my jungle ride my zebra baby +And my hair hang like Tarzan I am the man now be my lady +And u know u wanna be my lady and you know I'm intoxicated yep +I smoke an drink that grade A +And um I like to tounge kiss that's right tongue kiss +I'm talkin diamonds and pearl tongues young prince +And I got them bloods with me bandanna like a hippie +And I tell you this you can be my mistress next to sippii +Lets get it poppin honey now get it poppin shawty +Baby I can make you see more hearts than Ed Hardy +Invite you to my crib I gotta bed party +And I'm the DJ I make you say go DJ +(Chorus x2)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pretty Lil Heart[lil' wayne] +This is for the lovers and the sexy mother, mothers +Love is in the air, i pray to god i do not suffer +Kay, late night, lights, steam, candles lit +She say weezy flush me harder +I say ooh, you the ooh +You commit, i commit +She say she love me, i'm convinced +Don't need a rocker scientist to see that you and i are meant +I meant to tell you, you the reason i smile more +Who i fell for, you know i beat, that beat +That uh, rock it back boy +God i'm just playing to let you win +And i can't win +If there ain't a thought about you +Hey baby, that's all i do +I put you first, now tell me though +Will never be a partner +Now i say, please girl don't you go breaking +My pretty little heart +[robin thicke] +Tell me something sweet +Tell me something nice +Tell me something good +Baby, tell me it's alright +Tell me that you love me +Tell me you'll be there, fair +I get so worry, sometimes +The world will not be there +Tell me that i'm sexy +Like i was before +Tell me i got it +That you want it even more +Tell me that you'll never, ever +Ever leave me side, side +Tell me cause you know +I need to hear it every night +[Chorus] +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +I said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +[robin thicke] +Tell me who you with +Tell me where you work +Tell me did you go out +And start talking to some girl +I want to believe it +You know how hard i try +After all we've been through +We so hard to say goodbye +Tell me that the future is getting brighter now +Tell me that we'll make it +That we'll make it somehow +Tell me it's forever +That we'll never burn +Tell me that you'll never break my pretty little heart + +[Chorus] +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +And i said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +[robin thicke] +Tell me that's the money +Tell me i'm a star +Tell me that you'll never break my pretty little heart +Say you'll take me places +Everything's okay +Tell me cause you know i need that pump up everyday +Tell me that's your money +Won't get in our way +Tell me that the chance i take, won't blow up in my face +Tell me that you'll do it +That you'll do it real +I'll leave you if you break my pretty little heart, i will +[Chorus] +And i said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +I said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +And i said +Baby you got me don't worry your pretty little heart +Don't you worry, your pretty little heart +I got you, you got me +I love you, i love you, i love you babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The BossRicky Ross (The Boss..) +T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!} + +I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit +Bout to have the parkin lot on smash +Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood +That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...) +(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) +(I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey +(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) +'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss + +I don't make love, baby we make magic +Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin +Always wear a (plastic), baby cause shit happens +She leaked the back seat, just a freak and a Magnum +Hopped out the Magnum, hopped in the Tre' +Just to let the top back and thank God for the day (hey!) +Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say? +I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight (geah) +Still in the streets, strapped with them thangs +She in love with the G, so she tatted my name (Ross!) +I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far +Ten black Maybachs back to back in a lane +I'ma make it rain (rain), and I'ma make it back (back) +You are just a lame lil' homie, that's a fact +Workin wit the police, actin like you know me +Fresh out of jail, already in yo' ho cheeks +I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit +Bout to have the parkin lot on smash +Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood +That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...) +(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) +(I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey +(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) +'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss + +The boss, boss-boss-boss +Boss-boss-boss, boss-boss-boss +The boss, boss-boss-boss +Boss-boss-boss, boss-boob-boss +And shawty straight diggin me, and I ain't even rich +I know you niggas on the sideline like, "Ain't that a bitch?" +I'm ON my job, ey - and I ain't gettin off +'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss + +I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far (Ross!) +Got the biggest cars, Spanish broads, no bra +Call that other lame for the walks in the parks +I ain't come to play games, I just wanna play my part +Tell ya girlfriend come talk with me, dog +We straight Gs' then we came here to ball +Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you'll count 'em all +Then we off to that Chevy - (Fired up!) and takin off +Baby, slow it down cause you movin too fast +Ass too fine to be movin too fast (hol' up!) +Back to the thuggin, now I'm sippin sizzurp +All my niggas love it, baby that's my wizzerd +Stack for the jeans, five {?} for the shizzerts +I don't smoke twenties, eight hundred for the izzerds +I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far +You can tell by the shones that's standin by the car +I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit +Bout to have the parkin lot on smash +Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood +That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...) +(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) +(I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey +(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) +'Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss + +Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA +Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA +Eyyyy (YEAA) - uh-huh (Ha ha!) Yea-ea +Haaaah, yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAA... + +I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far... +I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far... +I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far +I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far +I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far +I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus farEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Never Let It& In the back of my mind I’m hoping that she... + +In the back of my mind... + + +She say, I don’t want this night to end +Why does it feel like the end? +Why does it feel like pretend? +Why does it feel like we friends? +I don’t say shit, I just grin +& I don’t know why.. +I just be me, I’m just him +& she just want me & not them +& I just wanna leave how I came +The weather man said it’s gon rain +& I don’t wanna drive in the rain +I be speedin’ & shit! +& you think I’m late to a bitch +You see, that’s that shit that make +Me wanna break up and shit +Make you wanna break up some shit +Don’t break up my tints +I break up some kush +You wake up yo friends +Just to hear them say not again +I just stay out of it +Girl one day ima get tired of this +& If they are not telling you that +Baby they not yo friends +Fuck dem other niggas +She be like, Fuck dem other hoes +I be like, Fuck dem other hoes +I ain’t wife’n up dem other hoes +I ain’t wife’n nothing til I’m old +Stuntin on dem hoes +& you just want me for yo fuckin self +To hold me hostage; In you’re underwear +When you know I got shit to do somewhere else +Then she take it out her pussy +& put it somewhere else! (Lord) + + +& in the back of my mind +I’m hoping that she swallow.. (She swallow) + +& in the back of my mind +I’m hoping that she can wobble.. (She can wobble) + +Cause if she know like I know... (Like I know) +She better shake that ass, (Shake that ass) +If she tryna make it last! + + + +I don’t want this high to end +Why do you feel like my end? +Why didn’t I strengthen my chin? +Love TKO, count to ten +& I don’t say shit, I just win +& I don’t know why.. +I just be me, I’m just him +& I just wanna be who I been +I just wanna leave how I came +I just wanna beat more then traffic +I take the streets not the bridge +I got meetings & shit +& she think I’m cheating & shit +You see that’s the shit I be, wait!? +Whatchu mean this yo dick?! +I can’t even answer my phone +You be screening my shit +I be like, girl it’s me & you’re bitch +But, you just want me for yo fuckin self +You say when I leave you gon fuck yoself +Then text me “hello” with a bunch of L’s! +Fuck them other bitches +I be like, Huh? What other bitches? +I be playing dumb with all the bitches +But I be rambunctious with the business +Gotta have toughness & resilience +When you fuckin with dem millions +& I’m fuckin with dem millions +I take ya home, & fuck ya on a million +Then I’m fuckin off a million +I spend it on gas, I’m pumpin lil nigga +Catch me pullin out the shell +Like a stomping armadillo +I’m fuckin on my off day, only on my off day +Pussy gotta soft space, I treat it +Like a crawl space +I done had a long day, I deserve a long break +I been workin hard bae, do me like the lord say +& I know if I don’t stay, I get ya puppy dog face +Now, who the hell can resist ya puppy dog face? +I sit my keys back down & abut face +& bust through the bedroom doors like +Scarface say, “Hello.” + + +& in the back of my mind +I’m hoping that she swallow.. + +& in the back of my mind +I’m hoping that she can wobble.. + +Cause if she know like I know... +She better shake that ass +If she tryna make it last! + +She tryna make it last +She fine as Stacey Dash +She bout to make me crash +Cause she got me racing back +She got me breaking bad +She got amazing ass +& she bout to shake that ass +If she tryna make it last + +Ohhh! You just want me for yo fuckin self +To hold me hostage; In you’re underwear +When you know I got shit to do somewhere else +Then she take it out her pussy +& put it somewhere else! +Girl you just want me for yo fuckin self +You know I got shit to do somewhere else +You say when I leave you gon fuck yoself +Then text me “hello” with a bunch of L’s! +(Lord) +I don’t want this night to end +Why does it feel like the end? +Why does it feel like pretend? +Why does it feel like we friends? +I don’t say shit. I just grin +& I don’t know why.. +I just be me. I’m just him +& I just wanna be who I been +I just wanna leave how I came +I just wanna beat more then traffic +& it was fantastic. & she said: +“I don’t like this type of gin.” +“Only prefer ice & henn.” +“Only see you on weekends +Why you treat me like we kin?” +& I don’t say shit, I just pimp +& I don’t know why.. +I just be me, I’m just him +& she just want me & not them +& I just wanna leave how I came +I just wanna beat more then traffic +But it was so good while it lasted + + +& in the back of my mind +I’m hoping that she.... +In the back of my mind +I’m hoping that she can wobble.... +Cause if she know like I know; +She betta shake that ass +If she tryna make it last. (Ohhhh!)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She Got A Man*(Intro) +To all my ex's +Yeah, smoke a blunt in ? +This one for all my ex's (yeah) + +(Verse/chorus?) +She got the fortune, you got the fame (yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Call It Whateva (42 Bars)[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Hey! +Look up baby, they write my name in the sky bitch +Don't forget the baby is what I tell her prolly +Don't forget the liquor store is what I tell the driver +Twenty dutch masters and straight level vodka +I can pedal backwards and still move forwad +Look under the matress, you might find four of 'em +I can go though the atlas without tourin' +I can fuck an actress and never been in movies, chea +I'm a cutie +An offspring of mamas beauty +I did overtime, I took papas duty +I'm a man in every sense, I got sense +Since I got rich, I got tents on every Bent +Since I know tension come out them like vents +I vent, and show no relent, money well spent +I'm a hell raiser, blaze a L +Right in front of the laws +I'm tougher than ya'll +Never really had a pop, so I never had to check in +But I get enough checks, I fuck around and check him +Look, check him out, these is Evisus +America ain't even let them out (ha ha) +I'm feeling great, I'm steppin' out +Take ten out +Brrraagh, chest is out +And I don't leave parapaliegics +I squeeze it +Until I see your spirit rise with my own eyes nigga +I'm on mine nigga +I got this like a bitch got time nigga +And I'm the dime type +And I'm walkin' in the lime light, still like lime +They talkin' in hinesight, I'm right now +I pull up on your shawty like SKRT +Tryna hop up in this Maybach, I walk way back girl +Come up out that gear asap girl +Whisper in your ear thats Wayne pussy, say it back girl +Now she in th whip wit homes +He listenin the same songs I fucked her on, yea +I lay back, I'm comfortable, yea +Weezy baby boy, lazy boy, yea +I did my service in the Navy +Now I'm just a veteran, they forever pay me +Dig me like a shovel +Mama I'm a rebel +I come from under that rock and turned into a pebble +Baby I'm trouble, so turn up the treble +You say it's clever +I call it whatevaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gossip (Live)[Intro] +I hate gossip +And I don't walk around lookin' for it, you know? +But, yesterday it seemed to just +Wander around 'til it found me +You know like, the gossip found me +Then why don't try provin' it? +How? You don't know how to prove it? +Well, what you just do is, stop + +[Verse 1] +Stop hating on a nigga +That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga +And you can get tipped like you're waiting on a nigga +Put a body bag and an apron on a nigga +I give my all behind the mic +But you can never see if you sit behind the light +And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight +But I'ma wear that championship belt so tight +And if I'm wrong, there is no right +And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White +I'm trying to be polite +But you bitches in my hair like the fucking po-lice +My flow is rare, these other rappers nice +These other rappers bark some of them even bite +But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight +So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna... +[Chorus] +Think it over +Ooooh, think it over +Think it over, baby baby + +[Verse 2] +Stop analyzing, criticizing +You should realize what I am and start epitomizing +Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion +Confident, like fuck them all, pull out my dick and ride it +My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying +It rains a lot in my city 'cause my city's crying +'Cause my city's dying, but I emerge from all of that +I am a living pioneer, Zion +Fear God, not them, steer my robin Coupe +Through the streets of the boot and soowoo +And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath +Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at? +Like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that +I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, where New Orleans at? +I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass +So in your possession, I must ask + +[Chorus] +Hey, haven't I been good to you? +Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you? +[Verse 3] +Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean +Cast away stones, I won't even blink +A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think +Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink +Don't believe in me, don't believe me +I've graduated from hungry and made it to greedy +My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it +But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti +You niggas want beef, I want a steak and, uh, we be +Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica, where weed be +Hard body nigga, taking it easy +All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z +Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers? +Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherfucking cameras +Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props +I am Hip Hop +And I ain't dead, I'm aliveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Ain’t Know (feat. Collie Buddz)(Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne) +I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady +And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby +I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands +Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money +You ain't know I gotta go +Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money +You ain't know I gotta go +Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money +To the money + +(Verse 1 - Lil Wayne) +Nigga I ain't got a money printer +So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters +Yes the last two Cash Money members +Shout out to the new Cash Money members +Baby and Slim still point guard and center +So much money on my mind it's all I remember +And I just bought a gun wit' a extender +And that bitch hold me up like suspenders +Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch +They got so many pussy niggas I can make a list +Niggas wonder why I stress that I am the best +'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha +Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death +I'm already good I'm workin' on my left +A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck +Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F +(Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X) +You ain't know I gotta go +Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money +You ain't know I gotta go +Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money +To the money + +(Verse 2 - Birdman) +Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen +Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy +Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin' +Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin' +Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday +We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid +Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi' +2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish + +(Lil Wayne) +This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch +And gettin' money is my sport +And understand the rap game is my court +So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport +Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes +See I don't cruise control I control the cruise +Yes... I gets throat on a boat +And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and +(Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne) +I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady +And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby +I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands +Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money +You ain't know I gotta go +Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money +You ain't know I gotta go +Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money +To the money + +(Verse 3 - Birdman) +Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers +Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds +They reppin' layin' here we stuntin' +On the grind all the time homie gettin' money +3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta +17th hustler known top ranker +Money go getter them clowns can't figure +Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em +Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly +My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died +Know I had to ride never let it slide +It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy + +(Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X) +You ain't know I gotta go +Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money +You ain't know I gotta go +Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money +To the money +(music to fade)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Zero V2[Verse 1] +We don't even talk no more +We ran out of words to say, yeah +And we don't even joke no more +We ran out of games to play + +[Chorus] +Now I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo as slow as this +But I just had to slow it down +So you can hear me when I say +I need you +I'm nothing without you +A zero without you, baby +I need you +I'm nothing without you +That's why I'm glad I got you, baby + +[Verse 2] +We don't even laugh no more +What was funny yesterday isn't funny today, Lord +We don't make love no more +And when we do it's not the same man + +[Chorus] +And I know that you ain't used to hearing me at a tempo as slow as this +But I just had to slow it down +So you can hear me when I say +I need you +I'm nothing without you +A zero without you, baby +I need you +I'm nothing without you +I'm glad I got you, baby +[Outro] +Yeah, I know it is +I must be doing something right +I must be doing some.., yeah +I must be doing something right +And I'ma keep doing it right +I said I'ma keep doing it right +Yeah, Velvet2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trouble Maker[Intro: T-Streets] +Uh +Hello world I'm your +Motha fuckin troublemaker +Hello world I'm your +Motha fuckin troublemaker +I ain't no peacemaker +I'm a peace taker +I'm very destructive +Watch me break ya +Yeah, i love to smell that blood +Bitch call me nice devil +What the hell that was, yeah +And you can call me young money streets +And you can see me for +All the young money beef +I'm the troublemaker +Troublemaker, Ooooh + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Call me Mr. Kill em all +Bitch nigga don't get involved +Shoot you on the front porch +And knock you to the backyard +Knock your fuckin back off +Knock your top rack off +You just see Jill on the hill +I knock Jack off +But this ain't nursery +This is brain surgery +Ski masks on my bullets +Let em commit brain burglary +Emergency, it's an emergency +Someone in all black +Left the whole scene burgandy +Kamakazi, you could try me +I'mma shoot ya +When that gun in this position +You could call it Kamasutra +Imma, cock and do it +Like a motha fuckin rooster +You pussy boy +I'm your motha fuckin doucher +Better run like Bobby Boucher +It's Weezy Baby +It's time to induce ya +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +You think you +Really safe in here +Stand up, yeah +I'm bout to take you there +And when we do +We come for you +And take your body where +Nobody elses eyes can see +And I told him +Don't start no shit +Won't be no shit. [ X4 ] + +[Verse 2: Jae Millz] +Yo +Hello World +I'm your motha fuckin..., +I come to your office +You playin with my fuckin paper +I flip your desk +Grip your neck +Strong arm it +Nigga, I'm the Gucc +We is double M army +It's nine double M to +To fuck your +Whole event up +Got the mirror on you +On the wall like a penna +You niggas run for cover +I'm the one they run from +Come to school +Fuck Shit Up 101 +[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] +Here I am +Gudda Gudda +I'm the..., +The knife is on me +Just in case i gotta cut a hater +I will start shit +And I'm gonna finish it +Troublemaker +Fuck a hater +Put him out his misery +Bitch, i got more guns +Than a pawn shop +Kill you and bury your +Man and lay you on top +Two homos +Victim of the 4-4 +Fake niggas better get low +I'm the motha fuckin troublemaker + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +You think you +Really safe in here +Stand up, yeah +I'm bout to take you there +And when we do +We come for you +To take your body where +Nobody elses eyes can see +And I told him +Don't start no shit +Won't be no shit. [ X4 ] +[Outro: T-Streets] +YEAH, or +Three eighty with the +Potato on the head +Leave ya lookin like +You gotta crater on ya head +I'm tryin to stay off of +The radar of the Feds +Shhh, you gotta red laser on ya head +Yeahh, i know what you are now +Bunch of pussy ass niggas +With your drawers down +Yeah, and when i +And when i draw down +You see them pussy ass +Niggas with they drawers brown +Huh, young money, like takers +Hello world +I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker +Troublemaker, YEAHHH, yeahhh +Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin..., +Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin..., +Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin..., +Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker +Heyyy, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker +Heyyy, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker +YEAHH, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker +Hello world, I'm your motha fuckin troublemaker +Don't start no shit +Won't be no shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Good (Demo)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Need I say I'm awesome [?] Boston +Goons we're taking everything but precaution +Your bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin +Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous +I've been on my feet since the day I started walking +Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin +Sell coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction +Chopper got a nigga running fast enough to race horses +Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em +Kill your ass and leave you behind like an orphan +I swear it happens all the time, very often +Still getting baseball money; Barry Larkin +Around here we play for keeps, yeah, we eating, but we starving +I get me a little money, try to spread it margarine +I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered +My diamonds white as [?] Carter, gone + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Uhm, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters +They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense +Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing +Deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer Bobby Johnson +I'll olly over that bitch head, it's Hollygrove til I'm fucking dead +This rap shit ain't nothing in me, I swear this shit's like cotton bread +But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't shit, bitch, go to Mars +Leave a nigga dead in the gutter +I'll just beat him with a bloody ass bowlingball +I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it +Two xanax', I'm fantasizing about fat bitches' panty sizes +Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it +Stop acting like a little bitch nigga, most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas +I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger +My hair long, my dick bigger +My hair long, my dick bigger +My hair long, my dick bigger +My money longer, my weed stronger +I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee +But we still tight like dyke pussy, that's my brother MOB +Gone1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hoes SingPimp +This Right Here +Ain't Nothing But P-I-M-P Music +Rise On The Track +Hoes On The Track +Man I Ain't Goin Out To Get Them Dollars +Me And My Brotha Right Here +They Call Me Weezy Baby +Weezy Squad Up +This One Right Here +For The Bitches And Hoes +Pay Attention Momma +You Lookin At A Pimp Bitch +If You Never Seen One +And Baby I'm a So Fresh And So Clean One +And The Game Nice +So Ya Boy Not Mean Hun +Watch The White Tho +You Can Catch A Mean One +And Watch The Ice Tho +You Can Catch It Gleamon +And Watch Your Wife Tho +She Can Catch Seemon +You Never Been In A Bently Ma +I'll Put Ya Ass Between One +Between A Bently And A Cadillac +And Mamma Know Where Here Daddy At +And Mamma Know +Fa Sho +She Know To Bring Daddy That +My Dry Flow Got Her Panties Wet +She On The Flow But Where Her Panties At? +And Now Ya Ask Where My Lady Go +Player Hater You Know +My Lazy Flow Into A Lady Ho +I Gotta Holla A Nigga Baby Tho +And Weezy Baby Know +Show Me How To Break These Hoes +All Weezys Hoes Stand Up And Sing +Ahhhh +I Can't Hear Ya +Ahhhhh +Shit +All Weezys Hoes Stand Up And Sing +Ahhhhh +I Can't Hear Ya +All Weezys Hoes Stand Up And Sing +Ahhhhh +I Can't Hear +And All Weezys Hoes Stand Up And Sing +Ahhhhhh +Bitches Weezy And Easy Baby +Makin It Hot +Got Ya Girls On Her Knees +Like She Makin Salad +And She Taking Alot Out Of Me +And When Ya See Me +Don't Holla Pop Ya Call For Me +And When You See Me +Tell You Bitch Don't Holla At Me +Cause I Had It Up To Here +I'm Tired Of That Freak +Best Player Of The Year Man +It Gotta Be Me +Obviously +And Shit +If You Knockin It's Me +Hop In A V +Joc Through Ya Block +Rockin Tha Beat +Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da +Haha +Conquer The Streets +Ya'll Honorin Me +Shoul Prolly Have Madonna With Me +And Bitches Say Madonna With Me +No Gucci Shit +But I Keep Wearin Vashachi +And That Gucci Shit +Man I Keep Gettin Sloppy +When I Move The Whip +And Show Weezy Baby Whos Ya Pimp +Sweety Let's Roll +To The Point Of No Return +My Game Burn Ya Soul +Then I Can't Control Then +You Become My Hoe +What Ya Think About That +Nice House +A Whip +You Think About That +I Ain't A Trick Bitch +It Ain't About That +But Baby I Got Chips So It Ain't About Jack +Momma That's Shotty +My Benz A Ferrari +You See Me On The Road +If You Wanna Go +Where I Go +Follow And Holler +I'll Be The Bord To +To Get You Outta That Problem +And Into That Prada +And Put You On That Avenue +And Be A Good Girl And Get Daddy Blue +Never Make Daddy Mad At You +Cause They Got Bitches As Bad As You +Even To Get After Due +And You Ain't Got That To Lose +Cause Bitch Roll With A Mac Or Lose +All My Houes +All His Hoes +We Got Hoes +We Don't Love Them HoesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In Your Face (Spit)[** feat. Kevin Rudolf:] + +[Verse 1:] +Uhh, straight off the back +I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq +And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle +And snap back and battle my own shadow cus ya'll wack and all that +Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky +Toss me the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies +Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky +We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey +Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy +I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy +Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy +This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy +I'm all red I'm on fire like a ant pile +They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down +You get the stampede, I make blood bleed +You suck dick, I succeed +Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes +So I'm a spit in ya face +Kevin + +[Chorus: ~Kevin Rudolf~] +Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) +Ay yo oohh (ayy) +Ay yo oo ohh +(So I'm a spit in your face) +Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) +Ay yo oohh (ayy) +Ay yo oo ohh +(So I'm a spit in your face) +[Verse 2:] +If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place +Bow ya home, how ya gon' +Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around +2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the ground +Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy +We are not from the same home boy +My Nina Baker bring your joy +I'll destroy who ya employ +I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy +Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man +8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman +Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls +And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy pearl +Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil +And I do whatever for the root of all evil +Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal +Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to heaven +Kevin! + +[Chorus: ~Kevin Rudolf~] +Ay yo oo ohh (ohh) +Ay yo oohh (ayy) +Ay yo oo ohh +(So I'm a spit in your face) +Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) +Ay yo oohh (ayy) +Ay yo oo ohh +(So I'm a spit in your face) +[Verse 3:] +And crazy's what they callin' me, but crazy isn't hardly what I am +Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded +Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack +I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back +Let's just hope that you get it +And if I have anything to do with it, mutherfucker I did it +Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon +Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon +Cause you don't get sun, you just get it soon +Turn your I.D. to a tomb +Goons are us, the foods for us +We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us +We will take the knives, and we will take the wives +And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives +Yeah +So I'm a spit in your face +Yeah, I'm a, so I'm a spit in your face, yeeah + +[Chorus: ~Kevin Rudolf~] +Singing ay yo oo ohh +Ay yo oohh +Ay yo oo ohh +(Ay yo oo ohh) +(Ooohh, I'm a spit in your face)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +James and the giant peachMy names is James and I am a little boy +Who used to have fun and lots of joy +Then my parents were eaten and died +I was lonely and wanted to hide +I had to live with two aunts, that was old and mean +I didn’t know, “Better days was going to be seen” +I felt sad and I ran away +That was the beginning of a better day +I met an old man that gave me a gift +It was going to make my life great and swift +Running home fast as I could +Not as careful as I should +The gift of green things came pouring out +I knew they was gone without a shadow of a doubt +They were absorbed in the ground +I was sad and didn’t make a sound +Before our eyes, a peach began to grow +All my aunts could think about was making some doe +People paid to see the peach +It was fenced out of everyone’s reach +I could not come out or get fed +I had to stay inside on my bed +I was made to go outside to clean +It was amazing what my eyes seen +The peach was big as a house +I was amazed and quiet as a mouse +To my surprise there was a hole +I was curious so I became bold +I touched the peach and crawled inside +Not knowing I would be going for a ride +Inside were lots of life size bugs +And i thought who are these mugs +All of them knew my name +And I thought what a crazy sick game +They started laughing and talking to me +Oh my God, a better life was going to be +They were friendly and kind +They are going to be friends of mine +No more sadness and tears +I was going to have some happy years +As the peach began to rock and roll +I knew a story would be told1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Skull GangLil wayne: scarrr game +Juelz: (i got these niggas man) + +Juelz: they ain't prepared, so they scared +They know if i dont feel em,then ima kill em..kill em + +Lil wayne and juelz: i see dead people + +Juelz: and they bout to get buried + +Lil wayne: in my rap cemetary + +Waynes verse- + +Weezy: uhh, and here rests the beast +And if u wake it then you rest in piece..es +Dissconnec yo neck and feat +Then bury you today and find ya head next week + +Uhh, my flow nasty like ya baby momma +I got 2 balls, i pass em to ya baby momma +I be swimmin all backwards in ya baby momma +I will make you kill the bastard kill ya baby momma + +Wait, this was supposed to be bout rap, huh..well let me rap now +Bitch im the best to ever do it +They dont knew it how i know it +Fuck the newest fuck the oldest +Im the coolest im the coldest +Im the hottest im the badest +Im out of this stratus +Fear not a thing but god + +Fuck you fuck pride fuck eyes +Cause ya'll niggas can't see me +Say the F Baby after the Weezy +..motherfuckah + +Juelz: i see dead people +And they bout to get buried + +Lil wayne: in my rap cemetaryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Runnin circlesI'm runnin' circles around these niggas +I'm runnin' circles around these niggas +I'm runnin' circles around these niggas +I'm One two-eighty five around the squash niggas + +These... monkey +He be in the circus +These niggas be jealous +These niggas worthless +You Mr. never get no pussy you a virgin +I'm Mr. hit her and her friend I'm Mr. Posse +I'm not from Earth +I'm not an earthling +I try to hit her with your friend that nigga nervous +He blew the lid we down to have six hndred thirty +Laws on my dick one of your boy I woulda murked him +I'm a baller and my birthday +Is every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday +If it's a Gucci show them bitches come in early +I'm polo down looking like Huxtable Lane nerdy + +I'm killin' these hoes +I ain't now too impressed nobody but my P.O +I like my bitches rollin' +I like my weed rolled +And I got deep pockets and she got a deep throat +We watch out for police that be in street clothes +You niggas washed up like some fuckin' clean clothes +My bitch shootin' at you while I re-load +Sometimes I feel possesed hope I don't get repo'd +Lil Tunechi in this bitch I'm with Gucci in this bitch +Oozie extra clips skateboard kick flip +Runnin circles around these niggas til they dizzy +I fuck a bitch to that Drizzy +Eat that pussy if it's pretty +Runnin cirlces around em three sixty Tunechi +Runnin circles, I'm smokin' purple +Cause I'm a boss and you a worker +You got suspenders on like Steve Urkel +And if you run up on me +I'll murk ya +Yeah I'll hurt ya, yeah l dirt ya +Don't mention your boys +Cause they'll dessert yea +Say she a dime, but she ain't worth it +Two six not even a burglar +But she's a burglar, went from a fat girl +I got the scrap, you better act girl +Just like you know me, they call me Gucci +I ball like Kobe +You know I'm shootin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Put it On Tha StreetsUh oh +Uh oh +Look +Listen + +[Verse 1] +Now watch me break em up +Tape em up +Gun up in his face +I be like straighten up +Do make me bust +Run up in this place +I put my K to her and Uzi to him +I woosy from gin +Like shut up or get two to your chin +You and your friend ??? how they do it in the pen +I'm kinda off +The 90 sparks give a damn bout your car +I'm behind the tips of the Excursion +Drunk and swervin' +Your mom was twerkin +Don't be jerkin in the middle of ??? +I heard he got the murders so I'm going to get 'em +His boys are trippin so now I got his ma and children +Plus I slid inside tha back of A +96 Acura +Click-Clack and A +Black automatic Cataca +Bitches got me rataca +Pistols out to damage ya +I swear i'll have this broads brains over the Avena +Mario and Samua +Screamin' man blast her brah +Now you reall askin fa +A motherfuckin massaca +WHAT! +Chorus: Baby, (Lac) + +Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up +Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up + +(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal) +(If you move twenty birds I consider you real) + +Put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up +Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up +I, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up +Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up + +(Nigga if you got lets continue to deal) +(If you move twenty birds I consider you real) + +What, put it on the streets and let em cook up and wiegh up +Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Got Money (clean) (Promo Only clean edit)Lil Wayne +I need a Winn-Dixie +Grocery bag full of money +Right now to the VIP section! (wosh, wosh, wosh) +You got Young Mula +In the house tonight baby +Yeah!! +Yeah! +Young! +Young! (wosh) +Young! (wosh) +Young! (wosh) +Young Mula Baby! + +T-Pain + Lil Wayne +If you Got money (yeah) +And you know it +Take it out your pocket and show it (then) +Throw it (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way +If you gettin' mugged +From everybody who see then +Hang over the wall of the VIP +Like (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way +Lil Wayne +Now I was bouncing through the club +She loved the way I did it but +I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop +Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty cocked +Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked +Now where your bar at? +I'm tryna rent it out +And we so bout it bout it +Now what are you about? +DJ show me love +He say my name when the music stop +Young Money Lil Wayne +Then the music drop +I make it snow +I make it flurry +I make it out all back tomorrow don't worry +Yeah +Young Wayne on them hoes +A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes (Young Money) + +T-Pain + Lil Wayne +If you Got money (yeah) +And you know it +Take it out your pocket and show it (then) +Throw it (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way +If you gettin' mugged +From everybody who see then +Hang over the wall of the VIP +Like (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way +Lil Wayne +(Streets) +(Here we go) One for the money +Two for the show +Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll (heh, yeah) +Like some clap on lights in dis' bitch +I'm(a) be clapping all night in dis' bitch (uhh hun) +Lights off (uhh hun) +Masks on (uhh hun) +She saw me (uhh hun) +She smiling (yeah) +He muggin' +Who cares, cause my goons are right here +Aye +Its nothin' to a big dog +And I'm a Great Dane +I wear eight chains +I mean so much ice +They yell skate Wayne! +She wanna fuck Weezy +But she wanna rape Wayne (uhh hun) + +T-Pain + Lil Wayne +If you got money (yeah) +And you know it +Take it out your pocket and show it (then) +Throw it (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way +If you gettin' mug +From everybody who see that +Hang over the wall of the VIP +Like.. +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Okay +It's "Young Wayne" on them hoes +A.K.A. "Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes" +Like ehhhh! +Everybody say Mr. Rain Man +Can we have a rainy day? +Bring a umbrella +Please bring a umbrella +Ella, ella, ella ehhh! +Bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick +But you no one ain't trickin' if you, got, "it" +You know we ain't fuckin' if you not thick +And I cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit +--So Rolex watch this +I do it, 4-5-6 my "click-clack" +Goes the black fo' fifth +And just like it I blow that shit +Cause bitch I'm the bomb like +Tick tick (biatch!) +Yeah!! + +[Chorus: T-Pain + Lil Wayne] +If you Got money (yeah) +And you know it +Take it out your pocket and show it (then) +Throw it (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way +If you gettin' mugged +From everybody who see then +Hang over the wall of the VIP +Like (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way (fly) +This a way (fly) +Thatta way + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +It's Young Wayne on them hoes +A.K.A. Mr. Make It Rain On Them Hoes +Yeah +Young Wayne on them hoes +Make a stripper fall in love +T-Pain on them hoes +Aha!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +They Love the S.Q.A.D[Lil' Wayne] +Hustle fa sq - hustle fa sq +Wobble fa sq +Hustle fa sq - hustle fa sq +Ykno them hoes love weezy im a dog with it +And if ya bitch scream sqad we can all hit it +I make her work it from behind and catch a wall with it +And then she rock rock tha boat +And walk with it - walk tha - walk with it +I run it in the hole like marshall faulk with it +I put it in ya mouf - hoe can you talk with it +Im off tha chain right +And if you red and big fine then you wayne tight +Yea and weezy ya fuck friends boy ain't right +And yall like a lil pussy put u give brain right +Right she-she ain't never had a sqad boy slash a hot boy +Plus tha numba bitch im stunta son +And i just wanna see you hustle ta tha floor +And i dont wanna see you back that azz up that shit old +Im like oh oh oh in ya mouf and when i bust a nut i halla ahhhh + +(hook - [lil wayne]) +Im from tha sqad hoe +Im from tha sqad bitch +She like the sqad though +She love the sqad shit +And if you lookin fa her +Ykno where she be +With s-q-a-d +[Kidd Kidd] +Na hold on - lemme git my chain cuz it hang so long +Ain't so grown - but the game so strong +Hoe lemme fuck cuz my thang so long +But as soon as she give me brain so long +Dont let the game zone then the skank go home +Anyways you stankin up my ozone +You see me on tha 'Zant every all day +Pass all the halfway oh and pleez back ya dame up off me +F'aol - get it man introducing ya bitch ta nut a fuck up ya wedding plans +Im a veteran yall laggin +Yall niggas rookies in this game me and my dawgs all madden +Yall niggas acting like yall action +We all pack mac-10s that a give ya whole damn back in +We leave the club i pull up ya hoe walk back and +Fall it thats what i call mackin understand it + +(hook - [lil wayne]) +Im from tha sqad hoe +Im from tha sqad bitch +She like the sqad though +She love the sqad shit +And if you lookin fa her +Ykno where she be +With s-q-a-d +[Lil' Wayne] +I got a suite with a hoe inside +A suite with some dro inside +A bottle with momo inside +Its time na go inside +Its sqad up - throw it high +And i like ta take a reefer on with silence +Myflow jus died +Shh and im so damn fly +No mam i - dont hold hands i +Just git that throat and ride +See i quickly fuck a bitch and forget her +Yea baby - a higher empire like no limit records +And im not a minute man but i can fuck you fa so many seconds +And with the seconds i split in a split seconds +You just git impressive +I like it when you thick with big breastes +I like it when you quik ta git breakfast +And i just wanna see you pop it my way +You not a independent women +Bitch you not beyonce +And this mami do me or she wanna do is chew me +And when i bust a nut i halla oh wee + +(hook - [lil wayne]) +Im from tha sqad hoe +Im from tha sqad bitch +She like the sqad though +She love the sqad shit +And if you lookin fa her +Ykno where she be +With s-q-a-d-EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big Dogg Status (Snippet)Been doing this shit, nigga who are you +Little nigga, I done seen keys bigger than you +Nigga, you ain't know shit +Cut off a nigga head, make him suck his own dick +How the game go + +Money over bitches and flowers over snitches +Money over bitches and flowers over snitches +Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish +(What the hell is this?) +Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish +(What the hell is this?) +YahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +GunshotBow bow man u know me bow bow 5.0 tryin 2 get me im tryin 2 get way yaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!! bow bochw bow bow yaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! bow bow bow bwo chillin in my house the cops say come and put yo hands upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rock N RollWe gonna party, all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll +Party all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll + +I'm in this bitch like i wanna rock right now +We so deep you motherfuckers might drown +I'm so fly tonight call me a night owl +I'm high as stars blue skies and white clouds +Talking about let's go crazy, let's go ladies, they all follow soon +...tell it, yeah it's a movie, watch the trailer if it don't float out both, pop the sailor +Party all night, party all night, a whole bunch of bitches this is the dog fight + +Begin in the cream, you know off right, a whole lot of smoke, i need fog lights +Young money baby you can't hold me, you can't put me so you can't fold me +Lose your mind, out of control, i now pronounce you rock and roll, yeah + +Party, all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and roll +Party all night, let's go, alright, we gonna rock and roll, who wanna rock and rollEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get It On Wit YallI'm The Truth +Why Would I Lie? +I Walk Around This Bitch +Like A Pilot +I'm Fly (I'm Fly) +Hello & Bye Bye +I Leave Ya'll Ass +In The Past Like Tie-Dye +(hehe) +Three Blunts and A My Tie +And I'm So Well Connected Like Wi-Fi +Me Real Dread +Them They Si-Vi +And I Murder Bill Nye +The Science Guy +I +Do What I Do & I Do It Well +I'm a O.G. Bitch +Can't Chu Spell? +F*ck Wrong With Ya'll? +I Ain't Marvin Gaye +But I Can Get It On With Ya'll +Microphone C-H-ecker +No Liquor +Just Painkillers & Prometha +Young Eckerds +Jumpin The Gas +Like Checkers +You Can't Check Us +Or We All In Ya Face Like Freckles +Trunk Speckle +Big Shark Talk +I Swim Winning Wherever +I Walk With A Fork In My Pocket +Salt And Pepper +Feed Me Rappers Or Feed Me Beats +And If You Don't Be-lieve Me +Then Leave Me Be! +I Am Not Human +I Am Just An Illusion +Organize Confusion +Amusin! (haha) +I Am Not Losin +I Am One Of The Choosen +School Of The Hard Knocks +I Am Just A StudentEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Micro Fiend[Intro] +Hit me... +I like that... +Hit me again! + +[Verse 1] +Okay! +I go by Weezy F. B., that's who I be +You don't wanna lose me like new I.D +I beat up the track like the new Ali +And leave an eye black and blue and green +They tell me I can do it, just do it clean +But I'm from the dirty South, I don't know what that mean +Eminem I am a money machine +Two girls in the bed with son inbetween +Now I treat women like a nun or a queen +If she got nice legs she can run on my team +Yeah, I stick her up like a gun in her spleen +My name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiend! +Hit me again! + +[Verse 2] +Alright I'm going back in like... +B-back on my 1, 2, now watch me snap like a jumpsuit +I'm country like gold on your front tooth +And I work all day like the phone booth +Sometimes shit get to thick for me to come through +And I just needa relax and some shampoo +Spitta, Dizzy and Mack they with the camp too +We get money and we smoke like candles +When we do it I let her keep on her sandals +She just wanna get used like samples +And you know I jumps in it like a trampo...leen! +Wayne, the microfiend! +Hit me! +Hit me again! +[Verse 3] +And my car goes *carsound* +Jumped out the driver lookin' like lava +Stickin' to the script like Java +Holla at ya gualla, infected with money and power +And I be the teacher like Steve Vital-ah! +Got my Vans on but these Marc Jacobs +And I'm so high, I thought I saw spaceships +A-list, number one on your playlist +Flow poisonous like snake spit +And I gotta little money where my safe is +For my babys babys babys +Babys babys babys +Babys babys babys, baby! + +[Outro] +My name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiend +I said my name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiendEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Marble FloorsSo I let the bitch hang out with me right +You know word got around I was fucking this nigga bitch +So the nigga called me, he like "you fuckin my bitch"- +I'm like I'm fuckin her right now + +[Chorus] +Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors +Red bottoms only for the centerfolds +Big bodies I got 10 of those +Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls + +Told that bitch take your shoes off, look don't even argue +Got your bitch tip-toeing on Italian marble +They on that bad batch, too much pork around it +Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it +Big body got ten of those +Cars, cribs that's eight hoes +Nine piece that's dinner rolls +Wild freaks, that centrefold +Hundred on my shine +You don't like it fine +Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines +Cashing out with that nina +Ten days you ain't seen her +She ask for it, I beat her +You greedy nigga you eat it +These ? niggas all on my dick +Princess cuts all in my wrist +Hundred rounds all in my hip +200 grand all in my whip +[Chorus] +Wet work, got the kitchen stanking +We call a undercover, a pig in the blanket +Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous +Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln +Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman +Roll the weed in white sheets, Ku Klux Klan +Put it on the scale, watch it do numbers +Playing with them keys like Stevie Wonder +All my hoes pretty, all my niggas brazy +We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy +Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all +Man fuck all you niggas, pause + +[Chorus] +2 Chainz, that's your best answer +Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer +I might do that walk for the 5k +I get paid every time I leave my driveway +Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors +Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board +Getting to the money I'mma need a money counter +So many acres, my neighbours stay in another county +Ted Dibiase in Versace loafers +All you talk is shit nigga halitosis +Ghosts, I pulled up in that pale thang +Got a Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain, on top of Chanel chain +Goddamn! +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How You Like Me NowHttp://rap.genius.com/Lil-wayne-kush-lyricsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Got That GangstaThis here goes out to my m.a.n gili gili hit wit that dumb shit weezy i got cha go to jail do life not five to ten me and sergio getting down thays my man fam my niggas dont give jean- claude vandamme about you we don't play around bring that k around,spray tha town,take tha ground,take tha ground that you walk on tap the phones that you talk on jam you up and take your arms off hit you twice with that sawed off and your nigga watch your head fall off hit em weezy +Shout Out to everybody man +But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future imma be on this rock shit +U understand me +This real rock shit +Its gettin real crazy +But uh imma keep rappin for y'all and shit to +Cuz i know ya'll like that shit +I know y'all like that shit +I know y'all like that shit +And uh just in case if y'all want to know +What i was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz i know they probably cut a lot of that out +I had said uh +Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go +Oh oh oh +Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens +Im just tryin to mate like a fucking Australian +Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin +And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail em +But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest +Add another check to my checkin and savins +And afour fs to the weezy f baby +Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby +Dedication 3 we out this hoe +Actually we in yo hoe +Wayne Talkin..... +I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08) + +(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4 +Bitch I Feel Me! +Yea!!!!! +AHHHHHH!!!!! +I got the game mad, and i ain't talking about homie in LA neither +I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it +I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it +Hey i do it way bigger than u did it +I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me +I get real ignorant +Cruel really cruel +When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly +Who really pourin with us? +Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass +I can rap fast but i like slow better....why? +Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly +With no feathers +And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea +I'm talkin young money army weezy aka i got enough money on me +Yea and y'all niggers phony +I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them +Haha y'all really don't want me +And i blast off on beat +She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me +I told yaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lay You Down[Lil Wayne:] +Hello world my name is not important +Today it's about (Tyga) yes sir, lay you (lay you) lay you (lay you) down +Yeah, let's go... imma sit back and smoke... I might grab my guitar + +[Hook:] +I got these bullets in the cham-ber +Don't make me let off a round +If my life's in dan-ger +I'm gonna lay you down lay you down + +Your life's in my cham-ber +Don't make me let off a round +If my life's in dan-ger +I'm gonna lay you down lay you down + +[Tyga:] +Uhh I ain't a killer but don't push me +Far from a saint, don't play that Reggie Bushing +Face covered, Louie hoodie oh he rock skinnies bet we get 'em still +(Lay you) pow pow (lay you down) won't even be present for witness + +Wayne said it, send a debit, what them boys charge for it +Recycle her boyfriend, wanna fight box him in cardboard +Tyga star, haters home, look up, yup, I'm on tour +What you plottin' for, part four? +[Hook:] +I got these bullets in the cham-ber +Don't make me let off a round (so like I said) +If my life's in dan-ger (or better yet like he said) +I'm gonna lay you down lay you down + +Your life's in my cham-ber +Don't make me let off a round +If my life's in dan-ger +I'm gonna lay you down lay you down (get 'em boy) + +[Tyga:] +I be calm till the moment, souls should be roaming (fly) +Your life's in a toilet, shit get it on homie +Thought he knew me, put five on it, bet I'm no looney's toon +Tell 'em this ain't no Daffy Duck movie, for sure + +My jewelry got that Daft Punk glow to it +That's why they lookin', participants, I'm no rookie +Get paid the salary, look at me, but don't stand 'cause they're, right here +View my mirrors hell yeah + +[Hook:] +I got these bullets in the cham-ber +Don't make me let off a round (so like I said) +If my life's in dan-ger (or better yet like he said) +I'm gonna lay you down lay you down +Your life's in my cham-ber +Don't make me let off a round +If my life's in dan-ger +I'm gonna lay you down lay you down (get 'em boy) + +[Lil Wayne:] +You heard me! Better make me love you baby! +Ah ehmmmm, reportin' live from the barrel (get 'em) +Two tear drops under that eye on the sparrow (uhhh) +I'm from a small place they call Uptown where we (lay you) where we (lay you (ha ha ha!) down) + +Like concrete in the driveway, shoot sideways like O Dog on Menace +Leave yo' brains in yo' tennis, I'm the renaissance man +So put me in the book and I got my pistol on the hook singing... ha ha ha! + +[Hook:] +I got these bullets in the cham-ber +Don't make me let off a round +If my life's in dan-ger +I'm gonna lay you down lay you down + +Your life's in my cham-ber +Don't make me let off a round +If my life's in dan-ger +I'm gonna lay you down lay you down +[Lil Wayne:] +When I say fuck y'all... I really mean mammy mutha fuck all y'all +Tyga Tyga, (lay you) Young Money, (lay you (I thought you knew) down) + +Lay you (lay you) lay you (lay you) downEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love Of My Life[Intro: Lil' wayne] +Weezy Baby, T-Streets +Sqadfizzle in yo back +Fee-fizzle where we at +Love of my life listen... + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I met her when i was a young bo' +Took her home rolled her up and got my puff on +And then my lungs withdrawn +And then after follow my heart +This is only tha start +Went out and bought my baby at tha start of my day +Sometimes i wanna knoe if she was here +What my father would say +Keep smoking, t.streets what you smokn on? +Cuz me im rollin up that green pokemon +And you be supa loaded of tha dro im on +And you see i can't see wit my eyes open, dawg +Weezy wee fo' yall +Pleez let tha drama hol off +Light it up, '03 smoke DAWG + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Girl...you...knoe...you...rock...my...world...and +You...be...pur...ple...green...and...o...range +We...won't...stop...un...til...tha...roach...is +Gone yeaaa gone yeaaaa gone yeaaaaa haha +[Verse 2:T.Streets] +I picked her up when i was jus a kid +Really i fucked her befo all of my friends +Really i blows off tha dro and heineken silly +Im t.strizzy streets is tha name they give me +Baby girl git lifted witcha boy +Top lifted off tha car +Hot shit in my cigar mama +It dont stink, its not fit fa my cigar potna +I mosh pit in my cigar potna +Green grass got me feelin clean as glass im bright +Tha bitch mary jane thats tha love of my life + +[Verse 3: Lil' wayne] +Yea i second that man, i second that i say +Tha bitch mary jane thats tha love of my life +Man yall knoe how i met her +I cop her from tha homie in letters +Oz's nigga i got chedda +I dont smoke trees i smoke tha tree +No bullshit you gotta bitch bet she smoke wit me +And if she did bet she choke +If she did bet i put sumthng soothin down her throat +But thats on anotha note so +Hahah lemme git back ta my hoe +Lemme twist a sack of my hoe +That is my doe, we gits irry +You gon find me in ur lobby blunted +Maybach outside and its prolly runnin +Imma boss droppin ashes on my bentley rug +Before i fix it i jus have them reinvent tha mug +Way bent off tha dro +Way bent off tha shit +Laid back and play pimp ona bitch +Relax and play this to a spliff +Wheres my lite mary jane thats tha love of my life +T.streets man, i second that +Mary janes thats tha love of my life +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Twerk SeasonSay what the fuck going on, man it must be twerk season +Something in the air, it must be twerk season +Cuz they dancin', dancin', for no reason +Man they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason +Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk +Bitch twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch twerk + +Big up to my amigo, he gave me a kilo for my ego +Talkin' 'bout you "popped the molly" +You just took you a placebo +And my suit is Valentino, she is hot as [?] +I can do a drive-by listening to Bobby Valentino +I can make her ass wiggle, I can get some cash with her +Talkin' 'bout your ex-boyfriend, fuck you and your last nigga +You ain't talkin' 'bout shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout us +Saying something in the air, y'all bitches [?] +Twerk, twerk, twerk +Have you ever got some head while driving in reverse? +I ain't into backing up, but just in case I'm backing out +Now look how she reactin', now I put it in, she asking ow + +Say what the fuck going on, man it must be twerk season +Something in the air, it must be twerk season +Cuz they dancin', dancin', for no reason +Man they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason +Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk +Bitch twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch twerk +Big up to my lil' sweet ho +My [?] ho +Keep it a C-note +When my main ho act like a pee hole +And that feel, that's Sub-Zero +I say one time for that bitch who just want dick and summin' to eat +Only want a number three, that's my pussy custody +I want a slim fine woman with some twerk with her +She ain't got no nosy friends, just a purse with her +She ain't got a lot of ass but I can work with her +Nigga, that's my cup of tea, ha, burnt my tongue +Oooh, she got a popcorn booty +Verytime I see that ass it make me wanna watch a movie +It's supposed to be a lot of hard working going on +But who the fuck can focus with all this twerkin going on? + +Say what the fuck going on, man it must be twerk season +Something in the air, it must be twerk season +Cuz they dancin', dancin', for no reason +Man they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason +Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk +Bitch twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch twerkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +10.000 Bars IntroDJ EFX + +[DJ EFX] +Lil Wayne a.k.a. Lil Weezy! + +[Lil Wayne] +Weezy Baby! + +[DJ EFX] +Fo sheezy? + +[Lil Wayne] +Yeah + +[DJ EFX] +You've been in this game for how long now? + +[Lil Wayne] +Now I'm going on my 12th year + +[DJ EFX] +12th year, and you're how old? + +[Lil Wayne] +I'm 21 +[DJ EFX] +21, at 22. Alright, you're from, where? Down southEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Operate on Me (feat. Wyclef Jean)Prada jeans... 300 dollars +Gucci slippers... 500 dollars +Spendin all your money to make these white folks rich... priceless + +(Wyclef:) +Oh oh ohhh +Yahh... uhhh +Oh oh ohhh +Yahh...uhhh +Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am +With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket +Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is +With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor +Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery +Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite +Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery... +Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite + +(Weezy:) +Pocket full of money and some dark shades... flow so current he can start waves +Game like butter he parkay... love me some head like chardays +Dropping quarters like the arcade... get high with my animals in our cage +And you can see us if you star gaze... creole boy baby i sautees +On your mark... ready... start place +Thats just you... makin my heart race +And i may be the opposite... but im'a let you operate +(Wyclef:) +Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am +With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket +Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is +With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor +Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery +Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite +Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery... +Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite + +(Weezy:) +Yah... yah +And i know she want a d boy... so im'a pop up on her like (?) +I got that magic... like bruce leeroy +And if this isn't it... then love has a decoy +Her body sicker than a retard... and i bet i got the medicine she need for it +And i bet i got the medicine to keep goin... +She shoots me with happiness... and i bleed joy +No ban aid for me boy... a loss of blood yah the girl got me weak boy +Yah i see you... and i see you... when i see you +Girl your the one... can i be two +And if your love is clear... then i see thru +Then they yell clear... and i pull thru +You saved my life... baby i would too +And they say... +(Wyclef:) +Ohh... they said opposites attract... so here i am +With my pistol in my pocket... hidden right under my jacket +Yah they said opposites attract... so here she is +With the master and a bachelor... she just became a doctor +Ohh... operate on me... i need that open heart surgery +Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite +Girl... operate on me i need that open heart surgery... +Cuz the way my heart is feelin... i can't make it thru the nite +Oh... ohhhhhhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rob Nice Live On The RadioTell us that you would like to have the lyrics of this song. Then we'll make it our highest priority to find these lyrics first! +Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get It Shawty(Lil Wayne: talking) +Lloyd I got you +Yeah + +(Lil Wayne:) +Ok, Im Weezy baby +And I am from the south where we call all our women baby +Hey baby, hey baby, all day i say hey, hey, hey +I ballin like Fade-A-Way, 3 letter credit A OK +Black car, black car, girl I got a black car +Can I buy some of your time and charge it to my black card +You can be my bittersweet, shake that sugar and salt + +Chain full of asphalt, bullshit walks, cash talks +Car black, car big, car fast, Car-ter +Can I stick my pencil in your sharpner +Beat it up like its a drum, call me Travis Barker +Tat tat tat, boom boom, tat tat, boom boom, tat tat Brrrrrrrr Pshhh + +(Lloyd:) +All I really want is for you to back it up gon and put your weight on it +Cuz its all right, do what you wanna, make me believe it +Ooo I wanna see ya get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty +Soo g-g-get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawtyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LousianimalLousianimal, I'm an animal.. +I'm a beast, I'm a dog.. +Lousianimal, I'm an animal.. +(I Got emmm) + +Call me Lil Weezy and the Carter +I go harder +All about a dolla +Fuck two quaters +Bitch i pour syrup in that vitamin water +I hope you die ugly and tonight be georgous +Feed me your organs +Bitch im starving +Tear drops on my face like its my party +And if its my party, i can cry if i want to +Split your fucking body up in half like 1-2 +Bitch im from New Orleans +Reportin everywhere +And i have a dream to be your worst nightmare +I'm in the Kings chair +Watching Sportscenter + +And I cut on BET, Eye dinner +Throw your ass up +Yeah we taking over +And we hungry so please come with a chip on your shoulder +And we got dem guns that gotta sit on your shoulder +I rock Ice but my heart colder +Lousianimal, I'm an Animal +Get Em + +Lousianimal, I'm an Animal +Get Em + +Lousianimal, I'm an Animal +Get Em + +Imma Beast, Imma dogggEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The LeakTell us that you would like to have the lyrics of this song. Then we'll make it our highest priority to find these lyrics first! +Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money In The Bank Freestyle[Chorus: x4] +I got money on the drink +And half on the dank + +[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +Yeah, thank God I'm a millionaire +Hard body, these other boys teddy bears +Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G +And I'm a real Blood, if you want R&B +Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby +Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated +Hoe I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are Aviators +I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevator +'Cause I'm high, dumb high +Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes +Young guy, but rich though +And I keep a rag on me like a '64, like a '64 +You know I got that bounce +It's Mister-Quick-to-Pour-a-Eighth-In-a-20-Ounce +Okay I'm Terminator, you niggas Minnie Mouse +And I'm Young Money anyhow + +[Chorus: x9] +I got money on the drink +And half on the dank +[Verse 2 - Mack Maine] +I saud it's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thugs +Rockstar life, lotta sex, and a lotta drugs +It's O.G. kush, purple dro, and pine bud +Have a real nigga feelin' like he's so fucked up +Have a fake nigga feelin' like he's so bucked up +There go the weed man, Spitta back the truck up +There go the lean man, Thugga we done lucked up +I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough fuck +I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up +If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag 'cause +Weezy he got me, Baby he got me +Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's my posse +.40 cals with broke safeties just try to rob me +Million dollar man feelin' like Ted DiBiase +Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush +Shit'll get uglier than New York from the 'Flavor Of Love' + +[Chorus x9] +I got money on the drink +And half on the dankEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +March It OutDrought Three +Haha +Look, I Bought It Out Like Stunna +I Hope When We Kiss We Make Ya Sick To Ya Stomach +Stuntin Like My Daddy And Ya Mamma Eat Rubbas +I Bet That I Can Do The Mouth To Mouth With Ya Woman +My House Is A Dungeon +Yellow Diamond Ring Lookin Like A Little Funion +Stand On My Toes You Can Call Me Paul Bunyan +Switchin Up My Floors Like A Nigga Do Construction +The Microphone Wet Cause My Words Like Seduction +N Wen We On Tha Jet Ya Don't Come Up In The Discussion +And If Ya Say Ya Ballin We Prolly Don't Trust Ya +And I Know Plenty Freaky Hoes That Prolly Won't F*ck Ya +Even If Ya Bad Boy They Prolly Won't F*ck Ya +Only If I Say That She Can Touch Ya Like Busta +But She Mite Touch Ya N Burn Ya Like Usha +Me N My Clique Be In Red Like Brusha +I Shit These Rappers Out N Sometimes I Forget To Flush Ya +Granddaddy Purp Or Bubba Kush Crusha +Explode In A Bitch Mouth Like A Gusha +Cash Money, Young Money Check The Production +I Am Just A Martion Get Prepared For Abduction +I Walk It Out Like Crutches +Two Girls Jump Me Like Double Dutches +My Nigga T-Streets Know A Girl Named Duchess +N Everytime We See Her In The Streets She Be Cussin +I Told Him He Should Wave The Black Flag Cause She Buggin +He Say The Pussy Good +He Say Ya Dig So I Dug Em +I'm Lookin For A Real Bad Bitch With A Husband +I Give Her Much Dick And A Whole Lotta Nuttin +I'm Spiitin Like I stumbled On A Gold Pot Or Sumtin +N Wen I Was Six I Saw My Role Modle Hustlin +So I Gotta Hustle +These Rappers Talkin Bout A Whole Lotta Nuttin +Ya Drop Me On Saturday I'm Sold Out On Sunday +F*ck Is The Arguin Bout +Nigga The Carter Out +This Is What I Call A Drought... 3 +N We Don't Walk It Out +We Drop Top Porshe It Out +Ya Betta Walk Em Out +Before We Chalk Em Out +We Chalk It Out +We Chalk It Out +We Chalk It Out +We Chalk It Out +We Chalk It Out +We Chalk It Out +We Chalk It Out +We Chalk Em Out +They Don't Want It Uhh Uhh +No They Don't Want It Uhh Uhh +You See They Phony I'm Not +Oh Yea They Phony I'm Not +I Eastside Walk It Out +I Bring New Orleans Out +I Am A Saints Fan +O Yea We Marchin Now +Like Were A Saints Band +I Play The Organs Now +And If They Talkin Most Likely I'm What They Talkin Bout +My Nigga T From The East roll up that forest now +Man I'm Jus Tryin To Get My Peanuts, I'm Like Charlie Brown +Ok That Engine Make That Harley Sound +Take Two Leave Then Walk Around +Come Straight from that Homeless Town, this game belongs to Carter Now Bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Most Wanted Rockstar(Verse 1) +Ahh +This time Ima give you the truth +The truth and nothin but the truth +So help me God,now bring it on come on +You little suckas, bring home my brass knuckles and beat the odds? +Keep me high baby keep me hot +Gravity has been re-defined +Saw you in my concert waiting in line +I was on my tour bus taking my time +Then I hit the stage after that I got paid +Then I hit the presidential suite and got laid +Women in the thub everytime y bathe behind my shades + +(chorus) +And Take my pictureee +And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll +Find me on top of your sisteeeer +??? +For the most wanted rockstarrr +The most wanted rockstar +The most wanted, the most wanted rockstar + +(Verse 2) +Im so at ease, no enemies, Please +You hate me but do you know that im a killa +An alien tell ?em suck my antennas +Ima mothafuckin winner, eat losers for dinner +She can be my fairy, she can be my fuckin adversary +But if she talk she gon? have to get buried +Looked in the mirror ??? +Shut up and ride bitch! + +(Chorus) +Take my pictureee +And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll +Find me on top of your sisteeeer +??? +For the most wanted rockstar +The most wanted rockstar +The most wanted, the most wanted rockstar + +(Verse 3) +My girls? Are black and so is my car +I fuck all day I don?t know bout y?all +Your girlfriend says she wanna go in my droughts +I got the bitch naked moan in my ??? +Even though im not home +Man im so throw off the don?t know what im on +But I should lower my tone cuz im still the most wanted + +(Chorus) +And Take my pictureee +And hang it up against your wall,wall,wallll +Find me on top of your sisteeeer +??? +For the most wanted2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Old Town Road (Remix)[Verse] +I got the horses in the back but she twerk it for a pony +Ooh, she got that honky-tonky, I met her on Farmers Only +Red bandana around my neck, ooh my cowgirl getting dirty +I pop a couple perkies, I chew 'em like beef jerky +I pull up on a tractor, lean and Jolly Ranchers +Papa was a rolling stone, but me I'm more like Jagger +Aw man, quit jumblin' grown man +She ride me say, "Yeehaw", man +Call me Lil Jon Wayne +Mula baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tell Me You Need Me[Refrain: One Republic] +I'm holdin' on a rope Got me ten feet off the ground And I'm hearin' what you're saying But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then +You go and cut me down, but wait Tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, I say hey + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay, I'm talking 'bout a good girl gone bad +Crooked world, wrong path; right Mom, wrong Dad +I sing this song mad but not mad enough to shoot you +But it just eats me up, like some barbecue from Luther's +In the morning with the roosters +On the corner with the boosters +And she's the fresh-cut and they're on her, like sutures +And I wanna talk to her, but her momma has to school her +I wanna see her better, she's the weather of my future +I don't wanna see another hurricane +Baby, you can kill the pain +If you just let me explain, trust me, I know what I'm sayin' +You will end up on the track of an on-comin' train +Stuck in the passenger seat, travelin' through the fast lane + +[Verse 2: Bun B] +Well, once upon a time there was a mom and a dad +Who on the outside, had everything people wished they had +A beautiful daughter, two-story house, two-car garage +And a white picket-fence wrapped around the front yard +See, Daddy was a doctor and Mommy was a banker +Mommy's job got outsourced, so now Mommy's a dranker +Daddy had a malpractice suit, now he's a snorter +And all this shit is takin' place right in front of the daughter +She says, "Daddy, what's wrong?", but he's just too high +"Mommy, what we gon' do?", she just get drunk and cry +Caught in the middle of two wrongs, tryin' to do right +Looking for answers all alone in the darkness of night +Shit ain't right +[Refrain: One Republic] +I'm holding on a rope +Got me ten feet off the ground +And I'm hearing what you're saying +But I just can't make a sound +You tell me that you need me +Then you go and cut me down, but wait +Tell me that you're sorry +Didn't think I'd turn around, I say hey + +[Hook: One Republic] +You say that it's too late to apologize +It's too late +I said it's too late to apologize +It's too lateEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hotel[Chrous: Reel & Lil Wayne] +If you want to get with a grown man +You can holla at Young Weezy +If he doesn't answer his cell phone I ain't there +(?) +So if you wanna get with a grown man +All you gotta do is holla at these +Flyest niggas at the party +Checking out six in the morning +I say six in the morning +I said six in the morning +A six in the morning +Six in the checking out +Six in the morning +Six in the +(?) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Reel] +Now we can't do the hotel nor the motel +Nor the Holiday Inn +Plus if that clerk gon tell my wife +Oh well, then she'll tell her friends +You see, mommy is scorching hot +Ooh we can't talk a lot +We gotta get it how we get it in this parking lot +You know I'm talking bout I hit it with the corn loc +Just in case your girl walking out but I'm just Weezy *baby +Yeah Weezy F baby +She wan be baby +And have my baby +But I'm sorry baby +I could be your baby +I'm busy baby +I'm out with baby +[Chorus: Reel & Lil Wayne] +If you want to get with a grown man a grown man +You can holla at Young Weezy that's me +If he doesn't answer his cell phone I'm out of service +Don't you hesitate to pick it up and call me Holla at em! +If you wanna get with a grown man a grown man +All you gotta do is at these cool +Flyest niggas at the party +Checking out six in the morning +I said six in the morning +Six in the morning +Six in the morning +Six in the +Checking out six in the morning +Six in the +(?) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Reel] +We could do the Gucci drop or the rooftop +Or the (?) (Say what) +Girl if your man start acting up +I got some in the trunk that'll back him up (say what) +You see, Weezy my rider, N-O +Honor the highest M.O +Higher and fire hippo +Potamus dollars just see +I got a double date to get my freak on +The other girl she get her eat on, I'm Weezy *baby +Yeah Weezy F baby +She wan be baby +And have my baby +But I'm sorry baby +I'd be your baby +I'm busy baby +I'm out with baby +[Chorus: Reel & Lil Wayne] +If you want to get with a grown man Prefix! +You can holla at Young Weezy that's me +If he doesn't answer his cell phone I'm roaming +Don't you hesitate to pick it up and call me Holla at em! +If you wanna get with a grown man you know +All you gotta do is at these cool +Flyest niggas at the party +Checking out six in the morning +I said six in the morning +I say six in the morning +Six in the morning +Six in the +Checking out six in the morning +Six in the +(?) Uh oh, uh oh + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Reel] +(?) with it, tell you slow-mo with it cmon +Take it to the floor, no, take it to the door with it +You tryna dance, I'm tryna peel +Get yo ass on these wheels, it ain't (?) + +[Bridge: Reel & Lil Wayne]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ghetto RichShit, we tryna get it for real +Oh, Rich Boy, you niggas better get focused +Get money, muthafucka, get money, muthafucka + +Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised +Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's +Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police +Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police + +'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win +See the color of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen +It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone +Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home + +I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back +So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack +Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep +Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap + +'Lotta niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends +It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men +Niggas doin' life from under covers and fake friends +It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men + +It's where you live, it's where you play +It's where you learn your favorite slang +Your world is ghetto +It's where I live, it's where I'm from +It's where you had to tote your gun +Your world is ghetto + +Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gutter +Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her +Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate +Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate + +Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know +Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show +But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from robbin' +Do or die situation when ya tired, be stavin' + +Government'd never send me a dime for school +So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool +I'm a leader for the South, pa, open ya ears +Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears + +It's where you live, it's where you play +It's where you learn your favorite slang +Your world is ghetto + +It's where I live, it's where I'm from +It's where you had to tote your gun +Your world is ghetto +I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back +Got a couple white packs 'cause they fiend for that +Early five in the mornin', pigs showin' they badge +Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags + +Speed bumps in the road start slowin' me down +See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now +Got a chance to advance, so I'm makin' my move +Couple o' people still thinkin' they got somethin' to prove + +Pay the card for the South, yeah the hood my home +Told my mama I'ma leave the dope game alone +On my knees every night conversatin' wit God +Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard + +Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies +I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit the Uzi +Even if I take a trip around the world and back +I'm representin' for the hoods where they feel me at + +It's where you live, it's where you play +It's where you learn your favorite slang +Your world is ghetto + +It's where I live, it's where I'm from +It's where you had to tote your gun +Your world is ghetto, your world, ghetto +Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like +Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life +Throw 'em up if ya ghetto, shit +Your world, ghettoEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +He a G[Verse 1: Ronnie] +My swag is in order, nigga, immage is a must +Six didgits on the car, nigga, that's a plus +Six hundred for the jeans, I neverr pull my pants up +Already there, why you tryna get your grams up +I put your hoe in handcuffs, I take her hostage +I see you walkin round, short arms, deep pockets +I live to see a profit, you down to break even +I'm really in the clear, you niggas stay leakin +You niggas just ain't eatin +Pick another lane +Rap game, crack game, you should pick another game +I'm headed for the jeweler, bout to pick another chain +Then I go to the pad, bout to stick another dame + +[Chorus: Ronnie] +I rock, I roll +I'm fly, I know +You broke, you mad +Turn your swag, turn it up +Turn it up, turn it up + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +See I'm a rock and roll all-star, a hip hop ledgend +I eat the track up, now where is my bevrage +I belch bars, excuse my presents +And I charge for every letter, like a fuckin text message +Chroam on, shades on, game on +And my V-Neck is pushed like Mason +You can't fuck with me, man +You're like Weak Man to me, man +What up, blood +What up, blood +What up, gangsta +Belt game banging, chain game slanging +Weezy F Baby, the shit still stankin +[Chorus: Ronnie] +I rock, I roll +I'm fly, I know +You broke, you mad +Turn your swag, turn it up +Turn it up, turn it up + +[Verse 3: Ronnie] +Fat boy go hard, you not like I +You dope man fresh, I'm kingpin fly +My team on point, my swag on ten +My doe don't fold, my cash don't bend +My doors go up, my sounds up loud +You are nothing, but another face in the croud +Corner store John Doe, lookin for a name +The shit you provide me, is nothing to the game +I'm the leader of the pack, you can tell by the talk +I'm a bonified star, you can tell by the walk +One hand on my nuts, the other on a stack +You lookin for doe, I can show you where it's at + +[Chorus: Ronnie] +I rock, I roll +I'm fly, I know +You broke, you mad +Turn your swag, turn it up +Turn it up, turn it upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ready Or Not[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I told you we will win +I told you we will win +Gudda, holla at em + +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +Skinny nigga but my pockets stay fat as fuck +Man my whole Sqad hoppin out a Caddy trucks +And plus I'm like A.I. I'm tryen to snatch and bust +Got a bright grill got these bitches actin up +Wit a mean mug got these niggas backing up +Kicked up dub truck sittin high as fuck +Eyes shut can't duck cuz I'm high as fuck +I don't kno ya sellin bricks till ya high as fuck + +[Verse 2: Young Yo] +Now whats poppin, I tell ya whats poppin, I'm poppin +We be dat man poppin, this shit be like Batman & Robin +And my mackin's advanced mami +Pretty boy but I back hand mami +Pimp crazy, got baby Glock'n in my pocket +These bicthes praise me +Catch a hot one if ya blockin' +Its Young Yeezy +Hot to death oh ma please believe me +Ready or not Sqad Up be easy +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +I told you we are gunna win +Its not a game +But if it is we are gunna win +Young Nut off Mazant + +[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] +Come and get wit it ya fuckin wit tha lil black filth +Get back bitch or see pitch black shit +Heaters spit we pack clips that act them +Ninas split ya chap lips and he just back flipped +Heat up its past tense +These cats got 9 millimeters and mack 10's +Tha reach under from jackets +Seath and tha jack shit +Lil Peanut just thanked him +Ball like Theo Ratliff + +[Verse 4: Raw Dizzy] +It don't matter who get hit, I shoot nuns up +Tha life of Dizzy a true story give me 2 thumbs up +I runs up slanted grill wit 2 guns up +Slangin bullets like 2 nun chucks +I simply could flip niggas +Get a grip niggas, don't trip niggas +I dun turned gangstas ta bitch niggas +My name ringin like a dead singer +Tha head banger, givin hatas tha mid finga +[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne] +Ya kno it wouldn't be right wit out tha boy +Let me speak on it... +Keep heat underneath tha seats up in tha jeep +Wit tha feet chrome it no retreat when tha beef on me +I'm to deep in tha streets homie +Put tha trees and tha leaves for me +And tha leaves to relieve on me +No seed just proceed to blow weed and mo weed +So high I dat I got a nose bleed +.4-5 n tha cozy, 4-5 that im toastin +Nuttin but G's up in here and I swear I returned one wit tha most pos wit tha crow team +So I get more cream +Long ride in tha hoes spleen +Got a hoe on tha floor givin me a blow job and its so mean +And if I told you who you'd be so confused +But don't mind gatta whole week +Don't mind I'm a hoe king +One line make a hoe dream +One time make a hoe drink +Get her to tha crib make tha hoe eat +Then make tha bitch fuck tha whole street +Dude rich but he's so street +Fuck a bitch yea I'm O.B +Neva snitched ta tha police +Representin ole peeps +Say shit like whodi +See I'm wit ya +If ya ain't neva seen a G snap picture +Cuz mutha fucker you can believe I'm that nigga +Run from tha dude cuz he will clap quicker than a mutha fucker +He may be a rap nigga but tha boy gutta +17th to tha boy unda gatta think 17th til tha boy unda +And if ya neva knew then now ya that's how I go +That's S.Q.A.D. Up ya +What tha fuck +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +I told you we are gunna win +Quote me on that +And one more thing, suck my dick bitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Profit[Chorus] +We gettin' money man I'll show you how to turn profit +In the hood they call me Joey the profit +First you cop it +Then you cook it +Then you chop it +What the Fuck boy +Bitch ass niggas +They can't stop us +We turn a Profit +P, P, P, P, Profit the Profit +We make a P, P, P, P, Profit, Profit +Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit +If you listen close my niggas you bound to see a profit + +I'm New York's living legend +The streets know me well +Stand in the line of fire +It's going to be hell +You dancin' wit the devil +Tonight's your last night +Picture me Lil's Eazy E +Pistol Fahrenheit +LA County got work in Slawson +We get it poppin' +Back to Roxbury in Boston +The streets love me +See they named me coca +The Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra +You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on +Something like the chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on +Joey the Mayor +I get Keys to the city +And I got 'em cheap the whole hood could come with me +Nigga +[Chorus] +I'm getting money +I'm the president Junior +And in the hood they call me Weezy the future +And everybody that's around me you'll shoot ya +And nigga my band let 'em blow like twofers yeah +Clap +I got em, I g, g, g, got 'em I got em, yep +Cook I got em, I g, g, g, got 'em I got em, yep +And in the hood they call me Weezy the future +If listen close my nigga you might see the future + +Young Wayne in the building +Where your stove at +Cook 'em up Strap 'em down +Where the road at +I'm strapped up plenty bullets +Nigga hold that +Now you step in out in led shower where your robe at +I knock your earth off +Damn where ya globe at +Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe +The money knows me better then anybody +Bitch I'm paid forget about it +I'm sitting in the coupe wit the titties outted +The nipples chrome +Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit +Dippin' on them bitches +Get off dick +You soft pricks +I'm from New Orleans +Homeless but don't forget +The sun even shines on dark shit +And dawg I've been hustlin since the day I was barkin +I walk in this bitch like what it do +The money home +Stop hatin' +Get your money on +Nigga +[Chorus: x2] +This year all star weekend was off the chain +Literally niggas comin' off wit them chains +Put the Desi to his chest +Homey going die tonight +Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite +Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler +My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets +Oh yeah you ready for war then what's stopping you +I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof +And they go Br are-RR Ta Tat +Just like them bullets dancin' +Come up short wit my doe I'm bout to pull a Manson +Take your kids for ransom +Yeah it's Payback Nigga +Next time I front you some birds you better pay Crack +What shit, I don't know nothing +He might be the police coming up with assumptions +All I know is this nigga hear is about to meet god +If you don't bring me some keys or bring me fifty large + +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Black Republicans (Extended)[Intro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] +*Pfff...* +Now, this is what they've been waiting for +Yeah, yessir +Ya dig? +Ya dig? +Santana! +Weezy F! +Ayy! +Haha! +Ayy, Wayne +What up, man? +What you been working on, nigga? +Oh, you know +I got Curren$y new album +And quietly working on my album, ya dig? +Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too, nigga +That's what it is! +But dig this +Hmm? +They wanna know what we been working on together +Yeah, yeah +That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit," they know that there +Yeah, you know +They know what it is +So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide +That's what they thinking! +Guess what?We already did +Already +Go! +[Verse 1: Juelz Santana] +I'm feeling like a Black Republican, naw, I can't call it +More like a Black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office (Get out) +Young Barack-a Obama, I'm all for it +The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on you +I protect my land like a farmer +Pockets stay chubby like Toccara (Yup), huh +Or should I say fat like the Parkers +Tote big guns like I'm still playing Contra (Ha) +Y'all washed up like money that's laundered (Yeah) +Y'all funny, I'm bonkers +Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness +Rock star, I'm flyer than an ostrich (Ha) +And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass +I shall shine forever, never tarnish (Never) +Money buried behind my house like a garden (What?) +All green, my bank account's like a forest +I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started (Yeah) +And Weezy is my accomplice (Ya dig?) +A black activist like Sonny Carson +Stripes of a sergeant, salute me +And chicks, I get 'em high, higher than turbulences +White Phantom, lookin' so Fergalicious (Haha) +I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims +It's get rich, go to jail, or be a murder victim +Ayy! Now all y'all listen +If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I feel like a Black Republican, tote the MAC in the public +AndAct so southern n' die for my brethren +Money, money-money, like Money Mackin' Publishing +One life to live, never ask for a mulligan +Streets cold but the heat make me feel covenant +Been had cake, you late like Ed Sullivan +Fly like an eagle, but no, I'm not Donovan +Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem +And my mind is on another continent +I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit +I don't parking-lot pimp, I just politick +But I get all in her mouth like Polident +New Orleans representer to the inner +Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer +The sun don't shine, and the guns don't sleep +Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be + +[Verse 3: Juelz Santana] +I feel like a black Republican, drug money comin' in +I'm a volcano filled with lava 'bout to erupt again (Ehh) +I stay with the iron, don’t make me plug it in (Nope) +Stay outta rich kids' business, don’t be butting in (Ahh) +Stay with a chick that's ready to unbutton it +Forget a tongue, she put a lung on it (Ha), ha +My Listerine come out, she start guzzling (Gaaa) +I’m above you dudes, I’m hovering (Ffff) +"Juelz, why you ducking them?" Duckin' who? (Who?) +I’m in the hood like, “What it do?", comfortable +And believe me, it's nothing to... +Send my London boys to English-muffin you (Nope), huh +You poodles barking too much, they bringing muzzles through (Yeah) +You ain't gully, you gullible, man... +They need love, they need hugs +They need church! (Haha) Je-sus! +Could it be 'cause ('Cause) they them (Losers) +And we us (Winners), and we up +This is just a sample, yeah, a free drug (Yeah) +The shipment is in (Yep), we done re'd up +(But) I don’t trust dudes, like a prenup' +They cock-a-roaches, they gotta be bugged (Got to) +I’m balling for real, you gotta D up (Come on) +I don’t hear you boys, speak up (Up) +What are you guys saying? +I have the chauffeur hold the umbrella over my head +When it's not raining +Hahaha +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] +Ya dig? +Ayy! +And we wanna let the world know +This is not a diss song either, people +Uh-uh, uh-uh +We don't diss them, we dismiss them +Ya dig? Haha +Recognize or step aside +Yeah! +Ya dig? +Hahaha +We let the music talk +Drought 3! Hahaha +And by the way +What? +It's Santana +It's Weezy! +I'm back +Yeah +You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards cause you can't face yourself +Assholes +DipSet for life +Cash Money +Cash Money, what up! +Young Money, Skull Gang +Mill!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SouthsideSu woo +Bitch I'm from the south, the south side +We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside +Y'all die, we all ride +And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side +We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside +Y'all die, we all ride +Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south +Junior +Catch me in the whip, extra with the clip +Leaning to the right side army guns big chips +Wine candy on the strip +You know how we get it when we coming with the flip +Cus we running with the flip +And the money is a must and hoes we don't trust +Guns in the cut bitch know wassup +20 on the slab, 50 in the jag +Coming through the air hustling on her ass +Ordinary nigga with extraordinary style +Swagger to the ceiling nigga hustling gone wild +Hustling with my child +Blowin' out the pound, come from uptown +Banana clips a hundred rounds, blaaa! +Bitch I'm from the south, the south side +We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside +Y'all die, we all ride +And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side +We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside +Y'all die, we all ride +Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south +Careful with the swanga +Come and true banging +Kill another kurb nigga hustling but ain't hanging +Up on the post where the money do come +Got a spot make a hundred the one that do run +Who back up on the slab in all black paper tags +Ya that be the money and the Louie all cash +Back like I swung through, Hummer and the Benz +Coupe Benz 6 and no roof, Rolls Royce and Gucci shoes +Haha, ya digg, ya understand, Cash Money, Young Money +Been about be big money, get money, bleed money +Flip money, see money, spend big face new hundreds +Bitch I'm from the south, the south side +We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside +Y'all die, we all ride +And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side +We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside +Y'all die, we all ride +Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south +Catch me in the neck of my woods +We all good, we all hood +Got them thangs taped that's when I come through +Nigga got them paper plates money when we fall through +Brand new china k monster with the sun roof +Cherry with the lumber, birds cheap numbers +That's how we do it bitch stuntin' every summer +Born breaded soldier, known high roller +K gave me the game hustling into know ya +Always strapped f*ck if they coming, better be strapped +Bitch a hundred we dumping, blowin' rocking jewels +F*ck it we cool +Nigga out of line so we chopped him out his shoes 100 +Bitch I'm from the south, the south side +We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside +Y'all die, we all ride +And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side +We all ride, and when we catch a outsider, outside +Y'all die, we all ride +Ey pussy nigga you know you ain't from the south +Ya just know it's like you candy paint nigga +We don't play with these pussies +Big money shit, global with it ya know +Yeah bitch, born rich neighborhood superstar +Junior, Young Mula, CMB, yeah baby, army gunzEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hot Thing[Verse:] +I'm sorry for the wait nigga +I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chaff, nigga +Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a bread winner +I'm sorry for the wait nigga +I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga +I put up some ornaments today, nigga +Cause round here, every day a holiday, nigga +This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +That AK shoot like K do +Had to tell myself, 'Tune just stay tuned' +Swear I got the hardest stroke, my shit break brooms +I been high since 1998, nigga +That's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, nigga +Hope you know the Feds got Instagram +They liking every photo that you take nigga +I was toting a gun before a switchblade +Cut your head off and put it on display +Boy we find out where you live and then we invade +Boy we do not kill no kids but your bitch dead +Oooh, shawty like the way that you floss out +Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out +I'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth +I told a nigga count on me and niggas lost count +This world is only preparation for the next +Money bags under my eyes, money over rest +Tryna get 100 M's out the alphabets +Open up my mouth to smile, oooh treasure chest +Oooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on her +I just bought a new .44 and I'mma proud owner +Belfast and Monroe that was our corner +Fuckin' fast in your ho, oooh Kowa-bunga +Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar +My bougie bitch pussy taste like caviar +Once I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmark +I don't know how you like your steak but I'm in rare form +Fuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for 'em +Momma jumped out a plane, I was airborne +Gold watches, gold chains, watch for Leprechauns +Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar +Kill him when he least expect it at a restaurant +Throw him with the rest of 'em in a reservoir +I'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoire +Excuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoir +Oooh, my nina Ross got a bad mouth +Yea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cow +Give a fuck 'bout a police with his badge out +If you ain't got a warrant get up out my damn house +This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +This an all white affair, I brought the yay through +She said Tunechi skate through, and I'mma skate you +I'm aimin' at your grapefruit, blaow, grape juice +Oooh, tell them bitches free dick and blow +Give me head, can't kiss no more +I got free jewelry, car keys, and more +And I just started robbin' like a week ago +Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no more +200,000 for a show, you gotta speak to Po +Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit +No Cash Money, just Young Money shit +Woah, got me on my Young Money shit +[Outro:] +My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me +Young Mula!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get It InYeah +Young Money +Ladies and G’s +O +Young Mula Baby +[Omarion] +I don’t got the braids +Lil girl got my grown on +(?)… young money money long long +I be so LA, got my chucks and my Loc’s on +I was MIA in MIA superman on +I know i got it, i know she on it +I know you see it +I know she want it +She got that cali good +And she kinda hood +She got me policing and wishing that a nigga would +Lil mama got her back right +She be skating on it, got a nigga singing flashlight +They be tryin get her but she holding on hella tight +I got that ack rite thats what she like + +[Chorus] +I get it +I get it +I get it +I get it +I get it In +Done with the boys, girl she done find a man now +Ain't no competition, she fumble when it hangs down +Imma show her love love even when my fans right +Get in get in to the music baby tell me how my bang sounds +I know i got it +I know she on it +I know you see it +I know she want it +She go that cali good +And she kinda hood +She got me policing and wishing that a nigga would +Lil mama got her back right +She be skating on it, got a nigga singing flashlight +They be tryin get her but she holding on hella tight +I got that ack rite thats what she like +[Chorus] +[Lil Wayne] +Uh, fresh out my Bugatti, Polo on my body +I’m jumpin’ in this shit like a pogo on a potty +So she come and talk to me like Casey, JoJo, and Devante +I say hi my name is Weezy and I know you know Omarion +Haha, I get it in like parking spots +And they say money talk, so don’t ask me why I talk a lot +Girl I’ll kiss your softest spot, I’ll buy your apartment out +Actually I just bought a house, I get it in and walk ‘em out +I done got the dreads braided up, hair long long +And I’m with a redbone, that don’t want leave her thong on +It’s too big, it’s too wide, it won't fit +But I get it in +[End]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She TriedFresh pack of Boga Mills +Empty bottle of Azteca +Empty bottles of Nuvo +Only one problem is + +Bitch tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +I kicked her out my bed + +Okay, we left the club around 3 +Headed back to that room +Yea, it's time for that dome +'Cause we checkin' out 'round noon +She said damn N.O.R.E. so cold +Keep it up, always no doors +Look at that ass, shorty on swol' +We could just go go go go +How bout some back shots? +Do it missionary +Whip out my laptop, pulled out my dictionary +And I got head right off the whip +Then she came out up my lips +I'm like bitch what part is this? +Bitch tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +I kicked her out my bed + +Still gettin' head all in that whip +Without crashing that shit +You see me passing some Crys +You know I'm smashing that bitch now listen +Last night I had a new ho with a Molly on and a Neuvo +She want to leave in my two door +She was on the D you know Cool Moe +Freaks come out at night +I see she 'bout that life +Feed that bitch that pipe +Skeet skeet like more than twice +I'm getting head like once again and she came up out my lips +That's one part I'm just not with bitch tried + +Bitch tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +I kicked her out my bed +I had to tell her, I had to tell her, I had to tell her man +I said baby girl, mamita senorita +We could've did what we did, what we're supposed to do +But after you did what you did, eww + +Bitch tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +Fuck wrong with your head? +She tried to kiss me after head +I kicked her out my bedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lock And Load - Kurupt[Chorus] 2x +We won, we won +And then we shot that BB gun +And they lost, and they lost +Cause we took they shit, now its time to floss +22 year old 17 war vet +Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette +Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side +Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed +Yep we do shine, and they gon hate +But they hated Jesus baby we won't break +So we ride like 4 Pirellis +So secured no security, no protectin no comparing +Lok and heavy, Ocean 11 +Aviators, both tickers, so figures +No playas, Im Hollygrove to the heart +Hollygrove from the start +Dont cross Earhardt +Boulevard where the ward I come from +17, one shot, never that (blum blum) +Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap! +What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga! + +[Chorus] +Get em get em Weezy hit em where you kill em easy +Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin +Im probly drinkin that syrup +Thinkin I won't slip, even though Im leanin like a broke hip +He dont know I got the nina wit the full clip +Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya? +Push this button, I flip out and hit something +Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean +12 hundred for the jeans stop playin +Hundred dollars for the Glock in my pants +Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face +Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect +I- strap a jet black gat til the deck +Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin +My hood getting kinda crazy where I be +So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG +[Chorus] +Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom +The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?! +If it ain't about money I keep goin +I tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn +But Fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm +If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn +And Duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there +If this was a movie its time to roll the credits, cut! +Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin block! +Im a motherfuckin rock! +Hard body eagle street 17 shots +Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop! +Drop little man drop +This is not for little bitches you man or a fox +Im layin in the drop, thinking of more money +Cash money, young money +Take money, your money + +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Help ( Remix )[Lil' Wayne talkin'] +SQAD UP +Uh-oh +U bitch u +Whut up +This is sqad up (S-Q-A-D) +First nigga representin' +Young Weezy holla back + +[Lil' Wayne] +Every new hour is a new dollar +You keep drinkin' it +We keep makin' it +And we ain't livin' if we ain't takin' it +Trill as fuck +You ain't real if you ain't takin' it +SQAD Up +If you ain't feelin' it then suck a dick +What up ma +If you feelin' us +Then suck a dick +We on some fuck-a-bitch +Get back to ya hustle shit +And I'm like Jadakiss +We gon' make it +If not, shit +We gon' take it +I ride wit the top split +Be all bladed +In a neon 'Cedes +Cd on Baby +BAAABBBYYY!! +Yea.. I holla what up Sqadron +It's Weezy bitch +Get fire hydrants +You see in a Bentley 6 +Him gone hard +Fuck inches +So from now on +I be sittin' on yards +You play I leave your fuckin' body sittin' on yards +Young Money, bitch this our Sqad +SQAD UP +[Chorus x 3] +Oh, we fired up +Man we fired up +Man just understand the fam +This SQAD Up + +[Lil' Wayne talkin'] +Whut the deal dog +Next Sqad Up nigga +J-Gudda, represent + +[J-Gudda] +J's turn +Bitch watch the blades turn +Its Park Legend +My money runnin' like Edgeren +Young veteran +Do not start testin' +You see i ain't gone trip +But the Glock start stressin' +And don't watch ya bitch +Shit, when u look up i got ya bitch +And sqad up got me rich +Fo' real +Young Money +We the hottest shit +Fo'real +Yea..now who fuckin' wit SQAD +Itz J-Gudda til i die +I'm fuckin' wit Sqad +Ma'fucka, i'm a ride for nuthin' but SQAD +Guns up to sky +I'm bustin' for Sqad +And i'm probably still high from puffin' the ly +And i'm probably murder niggas +For servin' figures +I make u back that azz up when i twerk the trigga +Young money +I'm here til' they come for me +Nigga Sqad up dummy +[Chorus x 3] + +[Lil' Wayne talkin'] +Yea nigga SQAD UP +Third nigga representin' +Young Nut, holla + +[Peanut] +P-nut the six shooter +I'm a fool wit that +Wit a upper big rugger +Come and blues ya set +Believe i can get to ya +Blame ya boo for dat +Got niggas hittin' they crew up +Them lil' dudez is back +Whut crew iz that +Sittin' in the coupe wit Fat +Wit uzi's and mac's +Niggas don't know who gone next +We movin' in next +The whole block movin' in stacks +They losin' they sacks +Ya whole block should've been packed +Good wit the mack +Come on, stop pullin' me back +Gimmie da rac +I won't stop, my hood iz Mazant +And Uncle Marcus +Say i'm a walkin target +When it come to bein' gangsta +Shit i walk and talk it +Fedz got me on they walkie talkie +Puttin' charges on me +Actin' up cause i'm small and bony +Call the army +Believe Sqad, a heartless army +We'll have ya ma' lone and moaning +It ain't game +Cause we.... +[Chorus x 3]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mic Check"CAN YOU HEAR ME?" += A hook to capture your attention +"YOUNG CARTER HOT WATER" += Young Carter is the producer and he's on fire with them hard beats +"I'M THE NEW WORLD ORDER" += I'm a sellout who signed with the illuminati for personal gain to brainwash the youth by making them value the wicked & desire the commodities that make my owners rich and greedy +"GO TO WAR LIKE PEARL HARBOR" += Go to war, demand the supply, buy the weapons we manufacture, and feed us with your blood +"WELCOME YALL 2 THE BARBER SHOP" += Welcome to the truth +"GET YOUR FUCKEN HEAD CHOPPED" += I tricked you, now get your fucken head chopped, your soul is mine +"TO HELL IS WHERE I'LL SEND A MAN" += I am Lucifer, worship me and make your children do the same +"LIKE A BOX OF RED HOTS" += Hot like fire +"I CALL MY BULLETS PATRON" += Bullets are fast like the marketing scheme they are pulling on you to buy Patron because your favorite rapper fucks with it +"CUZ THEY SAY HEAD SHOTS" += some mediocre shit to rhyme with Red Hots +"DANG I GOT ALL THESE ICE ON" += Ice is slang for diamonds. Check me out, I'm Lil Wayne, I got all these shiny chains and swag. Nigga you ain't gonna get no pussy with that basic swag. You need to buy all this ice, this bling bling. You need it! Say what? You can't afford it? Nigga you broke, if you don't buy all this you ain't shit. Be insecure +"HOW COME MY SLED STOPPED" += Why did my dream die? I sold my soul +"I'M LIKE AN AVALANCHE" += I keep falling for their tricks and the weak will fall for mine +"BETTER CALL AN AMBULANCE" += I fell and you're gonna fall because of me! Run! +"THE POCKETS OF MY PANTZ AND HANDZ" += Filler words. Wack eccentric word play +"CHEESE NO CAMERA MAN" += Cheese is another word for money, worship it +"PLZ NO MAN CAN STAND, IN THESE 7 AND A HALFS" += 7&1/2 is his shoe size, the info is online because shoe companies send him free gear so he can advertise for them. No one else can stand in his shoes because the illuminati only fucks with a few token mc puppets +"I STAND TALLER THAN GIRAFFES" += Giraffes can see further out, like real hip hop heads can see further out. We understand the rape and opression of Hip Hop. Lil Wayne thinks he's taller because he is the opressor, the illuminati +"SOMEONE GET THAT MAN A RAFT" += I know some of you stupid little brains already fell for my illusion +"HE'S DROWNING" += Drown suckers! +"DROWNING IN MY PARAGRAPHS" += You're such a fuckhead you don't even understand my negative influence on you +"FLY SHIT LIKE A PAROTS ASS" += Some clever SHIT to end with +"CAN YOU HEAR ME?" - Re stating the hook to make sure your attention was capturedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rep My Hood (E-V mix)Juelz Santana:] +As I Sit Back Relaxed Wit shawty Head In My Lap In The Back +Of The Bentley Gettin Head in The Back(You Know) +And She Don't Gotta Head Full Of Naps So Im Pushin +On Her Head From The Back Gimmie That(Gimmie That) Up And +Down Down And Up Gimmie That Laffy Taffy Came On She +Gave Me Head To The Snaps Like(Doom Doom, Doom Doom Doom) +She Made Me write The Song She Wrong, Yea She bout Action She bout Work +She Suck Dick Like A Vaccum Suck Dirt, I Call Her My Quicker Picker Upper +Cause She Quick To Pick The Nut Up Quicker Than A Nigga Tell Her Pick The Nut Up Ya Dig +Bitch Now Let Me Tell You About That Six Shot Luger That I Keep For You Busters If You Twitch Ill Shoot Ya +Ill Buck Ya, Ill Bang Ya, Ill Move Ya Like A Dead Car Battery Trust Me Ill Boost Ya No Car Cables +Ill Hang You Like A Hanger In The Closet, No Coat On The Hanger, Just Hang ya In The Closet +Boy, I Can Just Leave You Where You Stand Or Just Shoot Ya In The End And Just Meet You Where You Land + +[Lil Wayne:] +I Came To Rep My Hood +I Gotta Ride Clean +I Gotta Smoke Good +Im Pullin On Big Fat Cigars Like Suge +I Ain't Gotta Explain What's Already Understood +Baby Im A G Im Trying To Get Full + +That Hot Ass 380 Keep me Warm Like Wool +Niggas Talkin Shit I Wish Nigga Would Boy +Smellin Like Shit From A Bull Boy +I Gotta Lot But I Can Never Get Enough +Man Them 26 Inches Got The Low Low Sittin Up yup +Mamma I Can Fix Ya So U Need To Hook It +Rocky Marciano How I Beat The Pussy Up +Nigga You Ain't No Piranha Playin Pussy Gettin Fucked +Hit A Nigga From A Hundered Yards Like (Click) +Shit You Really Ain't Prepared Dog Chopper Split Yo Ass +In Half Not Even Share Ya'll Thats The Game Stop Lookin +For A Fair Call Pussycat Niggas Watch Em Cough Up A Hairball Lookin At Niggas Like +Why You Gotta Stare Dog Choppas Cut Heads Off It Doesnt Cut Hair Off +These Niggas Air Soft Yeah Soft Shell Tacos Mild Sauce Move The Ferrari +Like A Wild Horse Or Ill Get Chofered Like A Mob Boss Yeah Feel My Swagger Nigga Im Softer Than A Night Sword Blade And Dagger Dont Play Wit Me Bastard Dont Play Wit Me Casper +Duct Tape Dont Break The Wrapper Ill Sell It To Em Whole And Theyll Pay Me Faster, yea +Bitch Make Me Rich If Not Make Me Cum Then Make Me Grits Bitch Blow On These Dice Make Me Rich +Then Watch Me Bet My Whole Hand On A Eight Or A Six, A Ten Or A Four, A Five Or Nine Hey Hey Little Rappers Its Survival Time +[Rep My Hood Lyrics onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sweet Dreams (Feat. Noedall)[Beyonce:] +Every night I rush to my bed +With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you +When I close my eyes +I'm going' outta my head +Lost in a fairytale +Can you hold my hands and be my guide + +Clouds filled with stars cover your skies +And I hope it rains +You're the perfect lullaby +What kinda dream is this + +[Chorus:] +You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare +Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you +Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare +Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true +My guilty pleasure I ain't going no where +Baby long as you're here +I'll be floating on air cause you're my +You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare +Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you + +[Nicki Minaj:] +Yo, young money right here +Bike here, throw it up, no high chair +Cold like a white bear +Freddie Kruger I'm a rap bitch nightmare +And I'm rich I could buy you +Kill bitches leave ya body in a bayou +More brain than an IQ +More head than a dread +And my bank account ain't hardly empty +So I come through in a Barbie Bentley +But please mamacita, please no envy +When you come around it reads no entry +Who's next to go +My flows so flexible +Get gassed get at me, Texaco +Shoot yourself in the leg, plexico +White jag with the twisted lip +I ain't Mike Jack but This is it! +Born born born everywhere +Your like balloon boy mama you was never there! +I am the kung fu panda +... propaganda +Good for the goose then it's good for the gander +Nicki ain't a rapper, nicki is a brander +Please you can never compare to me +All these bitches is scared of me +I am who they couldn't even dare to be +So that's all folks,.. +I go hard pause +Hospital flow get more gauze +I'm a bad bitch on all fours +The president be like it's all yours +Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats +Go together like Ricky and his eye patch +Go together like a team in the gym +Kareem in the ring, the queen and the king +[Beyonce:] +Tattoo your name across my heart +So it will remain +Not even death can make us part +(No Ceilings) +What kind of dream is this! +You could be a sweet dr... + +[Lil Wayne:] +Kush it out, red bone pussy mouth +Eat you up, spit you out +Fuck your girl in your house +I'm terrible be careful +You might want say a prayer or two +So cold I need theraflu +I'm so high I need parachutes +I'm error proof, I'm never spooked +Got my crew, heaven blue +And my flag red as hell, think your sweet as devils food +I never lose +My weapons use +Fuck with me wrong, shit get ugly, Devin Dude +And she's the queen +Two's a couple, three's a scene +Weezy that nigga that you see in your dreams +Get the pussy wet or be the springs, huh, I'm easter clean +Shout to my homegirl Mika Means +Anything we want we redeem +You niggas gassed up '93 supreme +Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch +More than an artist bitch +She talk a whole lot of shit +And walk around like she President Carters bitch +She be on her Barbie shit +And me I'm on the carter 6 +And I can turn crumbs to bricks +And I can turn nuns to tricks +Young mula baby +Fu-fuck your feelings +And this is No Ceilings +Yeah...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Miami ViceChorus +The worst day on my night +We drank we had fun +Lil wayne shouts +We shinin +Currency shot +Am shoppin for the got them show +Wayne +Am living for the night,with my galfriend +Currency +Am shoppin for got damn show +Wayne +Im shoppin 4 da night +4 da night *4 +WAYNE VERSE 1 +Am checkin ivp +Rdv +2+3,w kg 213EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Where the Cash At (live in Miami)(feat. Currency & Remy Ma) + +[Intro] +You Catch My Girl Legs Open Betta Smash That +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Hook] +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Verse 1: Currency] +Bitches Come A Dime A Dozen, I Fuck 'Em Sistas Cuzzins +Its A Revolver Dawg Pussy Go And Pussy Comin +And When It Go To You Its Comin Back To Me Wit Money +I Told Her Put Some Shoes On And Keep My Paper Runnin +I Put My Mack, Downnnn Just Like A G Supposed To +And If She Dont Come Home Wit It Than She Sleepin Over +I Got Her Creepin Over, We Do It Than Its Over +I Like Them A'Maries, You Can Have Them Momma Rostas +Them Niggas Down Below Us, Baby We Up And Over +Im Tryin To Get Inside That Thang That Sit Between Ya Shoulders +Im Talkin Large Totals, Im Talkin Large Motives +Im Talkin Burner Rubber That Melted Pirelli Odor +Im Hoppin Out Unoticed, You Lookin At My Biiitch +You Wanna Holla You Can Holla Take Her On A Trip +But When The Deed'S Done, You Gotta Send Her Back... +[Hook] +...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I Got A Bitch In The Back, Gotta A Hoe In The Front +Got Purp In The Dutch, Got Purp In The Cup +I Tell Her, Get Ya Money Hoe Or Just Stop Breathing +Cuz If It Ain't About That Doe It Ain't About Me Neither +See A Gangsta Like Myself I Get That Paper And Pussy +Than That One I Make That Pussy Bring That Paper Straight To Me +Bitch! You Lookin At A Real Pimp Ask My Old Hoe +And They'Ll Tell Ya No Remote I Control Hoes +Im A Hold On Give You That Game Moma +If Ya Ain't Payin Than You Shouldn'T Be Playin Im Sayin +Broke Niggas Only Make Jokes Nigga +I Make More Than I Can Fit In This Quote Nigga +Unquote Come Sun Soak Wit Me Bitch +Fly Ya Down Here And Put You On Some South Beach Shit +And If You Smile At My Bitch I'Ll Make Her Smile Back... +[Hook] +...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At + +[Verse 3: Remy Ma] +See That Otha Chick Ass Fat, She Stuck Where The Cash At +Rem Stuck Where The Paper, Plastic, Product, And Where The Stash At +Where The Keys To The Whip And Crib And Where The Address At +That Bitch That Be Hidin Shit In Her Ass Crack +Niggas Dont Fuckin Call Me Baby Like Im Related To Weezy +Some Of 'Em Call Me R, None Of Them Call Me Easy +I Got Done Fuckin A Man Now This Bird Is Callin Me Screamin +Check The Way, Bicthes I Be Fryin They Be Call Em Breezy +See I Know He Gotta Man But Im Coofey In The Otha One +Cuz He Can't Get Tight, When He Hear I Pipped Anotha One +I Dont Fall In Love With Them, Come And Than Im Done With Them +Most They Get From Me, Is Wet Pussy And Some Bubble Gum +But, This One Dude Had Me Laughin +It Is Just One Thing I Can't Stand Is A Baggy Magnum +Would'Ve Thought Somebody Threw Me A Camera The Way I Caught A Flash Back... +[Hook] +...Dont Be Suprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Where The Where The Cash At, Where The Cash At +Dont Be Surprised If She Asked Where The Cash AtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Myspace[Chorus: Raw Dizzy] +Work your elbo, let me see you work your elbo +Work your elbo, let me see how you work your elbo +Bitch, give me my space, bitch, give me my space +Bitch, give me my space, bitch, give me my space + +[Verse: Raw Dizzy] +You know I'm strapped up, when I come through +Bout twenty deep, lil nigga, make room +Hit the stage up, hala at the DJ +He goin play my shit back to back, like a replay +Got my money right, you already know +I'm in the club, shootin dice up, bettin on the four +Fresh kicks, I pick them up overseas +Five-fifty for a pare, you ain't got enough for these +And I'm feelin shauty, that's a bad bitch +And her ass thick, I wanna smash quick +Take her to the telly, do the grown up +Or in the Chevy, to the levy, to the morning +Shit, I get it poppin, like popcorn +And I done been hot, and you ain't warm +And you can get mad, but this is how we do it +First, you throw your hands up, and get to it + +[Chorus: Raw Dizzy] +Work your elbo, let me see you work your elbo +Work your elbo, let me see how you work your elbo +Bitch, give me my space, bitch, give me my space +Bitch, give me my space, bitch, give me my space +[Outro: Raw Dizzy] +I'm Geed up, they already know +But I ain't too gangsta, to swing my elbos +See, I say Dizzy, but I'm a Mack, Maine +We got Curren$y, they call us Young MoneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Monster - Album Version (Edited)[Intro:] +Chrome on the monster leather intestines +Wit' a top model and a contestants +I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller +It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out 'da stroller +Chrome on the monster leather intestines +With a top model and a contestants +I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller +It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller + +[Verse 1:] +Im higher than the solar system marley twist 'em +Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin' +On myself Im ballin' you niggas haterholics +Im jus' the recipe so you can save the garlic +Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started +I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California +'Dem bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em +She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em +I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle homie +And I ain't got a clique I got a cattle homie +Wud up five kickin' back jus' bein' booL +Im talkin' foreign money like a European dude +Yeah Im heavy mane so you should reconsider +I hit you one time fuck up yo equilibrium +I got rhythm yeah I got soul yall +I travel all around the world like a postcard +My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore +I got this bitch on lock like a closed door +Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggas folklore +Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store +Im successful I got more shit than you can hope for +And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore +Young Carter the name +Baby boy risin' like hot water and 'caine +[Bridge:] +Whip it stretch it and flip it +Reup stretch it and flip it [x3] + +[Verse 2:] +Reup, we up in the club we up in the club +Money runnin' like water bitch get up in the tub +Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the club +Now she can't leave so we fuck in the club +Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit +And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion +I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion +I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Samprace +And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford +And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer +And I know this world is so cold and decievin' +But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin' +Yeah, and until that chosen evenin' +I'ma be screamin Apple and Eagle +Yeah that's rite Apple and Eagle +Hollygrove 17 I won't leave you +Nope, and this is just the preview +But I'm already workin on the sequel +Fuck wit' me wrong I'll fuck wit' yo home +Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone +Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb +And beat the track up like a hundred arms +Im funky like underarms +The engineers recordin a thunderstorm +My hunger forms then ring the alarms +The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm +[Outro:] +Weezy Fuckin' BabyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Single (Promo Only clean edit)Uh, Camel shorts and bubble Kush +We can talk she'd rather fuss +This and that bout such and such +Damn where is the fucking trust +I'm tired of the hoop and holler'n +I'm bout to take the coupe to collins +Uh, then take a female to the Island +Uh then take her clothes off and do the honors +Yeah now she hearing with them other bitches +Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business +Shit she prolly out chea fucking niggas +I'm fucking her friends now her friends ain't even fucking with her +Damn she text me all day and night +So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right +I text her back, tell her it's life +Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night + +[Chorus] +Yeah I'm single +Nigga had to cancel that bitch like nino +I ain't trippin on nothin +I'm sipping on somethin +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me +And I'm single +Yeah I'm single +And I'm single +Tonight I'm single +And I ain't trippin on nothin +I'm sipping on somethin +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me +Tonight +[Verse 2] +Dreads braided to the back +I'm chilling but my swag on full attack +And my girl acting like a brat +So when she call, I don't answer I just write her back +She hate it when I do that shit +And I when get home she go through my shit +She call numbers back to see who that is +Man I hate it when she do that shit +Polo t-shirt, polo draws +Now make me take this polo off +Girl you can get broken off +Yeah I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off +Swimming trunks and bathing suits +They go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth +Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight +Man somebody tell em hoes I'm single for the night + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3] +Uhh, now she got on her fuck em dress +And I got on my double breast +Uh, and he been fussing all day with her +And I make her feel special like a place kicker +She wanna be weezy f baby sitter +Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her +I say hold on +She say she just playing +Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand +Uh, hot sex and cold wine +She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line +I cut my phones off, both lines +It's bout to get nasty, pork rinds +She came hard both times +We both say we single +And we both lying +We both wrong but it feel right +Put your hands up if you single for the night +Put your hands up if you single +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Like ThisI flirt +She lookin like my future in her skirt +Weezy f baby natural birth +I'm a ride til I die +Like I'm drivin mah hurse +I'm sick an she must be my nurse +I'm a guardian angel like I'm born in a manger +Part of my anger is I'm caught ina tangle +Like we know each other +Roots in the graden of strangers +She make my heart feel tha strangest +But I like it, I love it +I'm tryin to make something of it +She make me feel better than tha best rapper +I'm a need a best man an your best pastorEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gangsta and Pimps[Mannie Fresh] +Ladies and gentlemen +This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch +I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you brother +And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm +That just burn baby, burn baby, burn +Pop open a malt liquor +Smoke something until your scalp gets killed + +[Hook x2] +Gangstas and pimps +Love lobsters and shrimps +Kool-Aid and chicken +Flashy things and women +All I need +Is Remy and weed +Somebody not afraid +To go some for my Escalade +[Lil Wayne] +I'm just pimping +Baby you got a rule for me +Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me +Hey you gotta get high and go low for me +It's Cash Money young money never know money +It's 500 Degreez it's not fool +But it and the dro got me so scummy +And to drum hole a whole hundred +Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy +Hehe, man Weezy's a legend +You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel +And he be on a level that's so terrific +I'm in this bitch hold your pictures +And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me +Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me +And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it +This is game at its finest homie +Peep it +[Hook] +[Baby] +See I was born from a gangsta +Pa gave me a whip +Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents +One of a kind Birdman I shine +22's on it? +The bitch ain't mine +I taught her the game ma +I gave it all to her +Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him +[Lil Wayne] +The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna +[Baby] +Mannie Fresh +Jazze Phezzy this our summer +500 Degreez got rich off the four +Cadillac slant back cut side elbow +Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho +Flash from hard times from that coke and dope +Put cars in moms name just to duck white folks +We eat lobster and shrimp +Nigga park that Lambo +I'm a V.I.P. nigga +Pop bottles of Mo +I pray that one day I'll open a better door +[Hook] +[Lil Wayne] +Ain't no mountain high enough +To me for cuz I keep on buying fi-fi stuff +And the Eastside where we pump +It's my part of New Orleans +Bleed for ya I'm the heart of New Orleans +Hear you're fucking with a gangsta foe +Hope you never close your eyes I'll bang your ho +All she need is some guidance I'll tame your ho +It's big pimping over here man yeah man +If she looking for a daddy see the lil man +Weezy baby, don't fool yourself you need me baby +Easy baby, I'm just trying to keep my bread cheesy baby +Slick when I spit shit right +26-inch got a deep-dish ma +Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by +Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly +Weezy I, hell yeah +And I'm rolling with them + +[Hook x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On The WallTell us that you would like to have the lyrics of this song. 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That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Morror (Edited)[Intro] +With everything happening today +You don't know whether you're coming or going +But you think that you're on your way +Life lined up on the mirror don't blow it + +[Verse 1] +Look at me when I'm talking to you +You looking at me but I'm looking through you +I see the blood in your eyes +I see the love in disguise +I see the pain hidden in your pride +I see you're not satisfied +And I don't see nobody else +I see myself, I'm looking at the.. + +[Hook: Bruno Mars] +Mirror on the wall, here we are again +Through my rise and fall, you've been my only friend +You told me that they can understand the man I am +So why are we here talking to each other again + +[Verse 2] +I see the truth in your lies +I see nobody by your side +But I'm with you when you re all alone +And you correct me when I'm looking wrong +I see that guilt beneath the shame +I see your soul through your window pane +I see the scars that remain +I see Wayne, I'm lookin at the.. +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Looking at me now I can see my past +Damn I look just like my _______ dad +Light it up, that's smoke and mirrors +I even look good in the broken mirror +I see my mama smile that's a blessing +I see the change, I see the message +And no message coulda been any clearer +So I'm starting with the man in the.. + +[Interlude] +MJ taught me that +Take 'em to Mars, man + +[Hook] + +[Outro] +Hey B.P., looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time? + +So why are we, talking to each other again...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Bandits[Verse 1:Lloyd] +Make way for the rookie of the year +Bout duck-duck-goose off Pimp Juice and Belvedere +See I'm pouring out my liquor for my niggas that ain't here +And any day-to-day shedding tattoo tears +But I'm cool cause Weezy F's with me +Young Money clique Murder Inc family +Raised in the A and I'm born uptown +Cross Martin Luther King +Callio gon' lay it down +Yeah nigga act up whussup +Tell my nigga Tad he better rough them +Your girl open wide like them doors on my trucks +And my niggas bustin' niggas like they don't give a fuck + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +They got the God in the buildin' J.R +Park all of my car in the buildin' no superstar +Nigga I'm harder than the buildin' +The Carter the buildin' +Give quarters to pilgrims; Thanksgiving +I ain't giving no slack, bitch I'm black +And the President ain't never been that +Shit I'm ridin' with Lloyd +He lookin' for a freak-azoid +I'm like 'Hey, hook a nigga up with Ashanti' +I make her cook a chicken up and all my guns she hold 'em she blow my dice 'fore I roll 'em +Daddy need some new shoes, the Caddy need some new shoes +I'm thinkin' bout them 2-2's them 26's too cool I do those +I'm too cold shit I spit frostbite +Nigga I'm too raw I spit off-white +I get off white at 8AM I get off it by 8PM it's been a hard night +It's a hard knock life my lil nigga J still double-up twice +My lil nigga Marl still livin' on the block +With a nigga that he beefin' with but he still eatin' shit pleasantly +It's whatever B, we ain't on no scary shit +You goin' down I'm obliged on some Mary shit +I get bread like the Dairy bitch +I chop you up like the Deli bitch +I'm at the supermarket +I'm on isle 17 that's Hollygrove +Apple & Eagle street tell 'em holla, hoe +I put the sizzurp down then I swallow mo' +I take a hit of the dutch...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Like It (feat. Boo & Mack Maine)I Sit Here Lonely For Days +Everyday At My Window +My Living Room Window +Thinkin About U +I Watched The Kids As They Play +What Happened 2 The Nitendo +Where The Game Go +No Time For Video Games +No Time For Sega +O No +Yea I'm In Space +I Don't Kno If It Is This Girl Face How She Taste +But I Like It +Good God +I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno What I Got Myself Into +Good God +I Don't Kno, I Don't, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno What I Got Myself Into! +But I Like It! +Ooo I Like It +When U Doin It +How I Like It +So Keep Doin It +How I Like It +Cause I Like It +Ooo I Like It +Alright +(Verse: Little Brother (Lil Wayne)) +I Like Sex In The Mornin +I Like Sex At Night +(Sex At Night!) +I Like Sex On The Weekends +Is That Alright? +(Is That Alright? !) +Alright, Alright, All Night Alright? +Come On I Got (? ) +Took Off The Dress But Kept On The Heels +(Yah!) +Damn Baby U So Exotic +(Exotic) +Holler My Name Out When I'm Inside It +(Little Boo) +No Shame I Ate Her Products +Lil Wayne-Little Boo) +Took Her To New Born And Came Out Snottin +To Dips A Dip N Now We Ridin +Head To The Set Took Her To The Shower +Back To The Set Back To The Bed +It's 3:45 Now I'm Gettin Some Head + +(Lil Wayne:) +Good God! +I Get Cold +I Get Goostbumps +N I Head In The Door +That's Similar To Her Name +(That's Similar To Her Name!) +I'm So Cold With My Hair All Alone +I'm So High, I'm Nearly Tamed To Die +She Told Me Her Name Is Crazy +And I Said Hi They Call Me Insane +Then She Say Crazy And Insane Is So High Up In The Tree +She Like F.U.C +She Like I.N.G + +I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno, I Don't Kno What I Will Do +(I Don't Kno What I Will Do) +I Guess I +I Guess I +Have Decided Lord Help Me Wait On You + +Yea Ooooo +I Think I Like You +(I Think I Like You) +If U Was A Porn I Will Decite U +{Lil Wayne-Decite U! } +The Bed Could Be Our Ring I Wanna Fight You +(Fight You!) +Put My Key In Your Ignition (Let Me) Ignite You +(Errrrrrrrrrrrr) +The Cops Keep Commin, The Cops Keep Commin +To My Front Door Like I'm Tryna Do Somethin +They Don't Understand That I'm Involved With A Woman +N That I Love To Make Noise When She Feel It In The Stomach +(Yaaaaaahhhh!) +Um, I'm a Have To Talk To The Neighbors +Matter O Fact Let Me Take A Walk By The Neighbors +I Don't Kno What's The Hell Wrong With The Neighbors +And What The Expect When A Animal Is {? ) +Knock On The Door Like Chicky Chicky Check It +Life Is A Porn You Don't Ricky Ricky Reck It +(A Porn You Don't Ricky Ricky Reck It) +Yawl Called The Cops And Recorded A Message +When I'm Just Tryna Kill A Problem Called Erection +Head In The Coupe Call It Sex On Weels +I'm a Big Dood I Treat Sex Like Meals +She Ride Me For Breakfast +A Long Time For Luch And +Behind Is For Dinner +For Dessert She Say Yum +(Lil Wayne:) +I Sit Here Lonely For Daaaays! +Everyday +Everyday! +In My Livingroom Windooow! (Ha Ha) +I Watched The Kids As They Plaaaaay! +What Happen To Niteeeennnddoooo! +No Time For Video Gaaames! +(No Time For Video) +No Time For +No Time For Seeeeggggaaa +I Don't Kno, I Don't Knoi, Iii Doont Knooo, I Don't Kno What I Got Myself Into +But I Like, But I Like It, I Like It! +Yah! +If She Leave I Don't Kno What I'll Do +(I Don't Kno What I'll Do) +O Hey I Do Kno +I'll Go To Hit The Door! +And I'm a Wait On You! + +Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea +I Like It +Say What? +I Like It +Say What? +Say What? +Yeeaahh Baby +She Likes It +She Likes It +She Likes It + +I'm a R.O.C.K.S.T.Ar +Young Mulababy +She Likes It +And She Likes It! +Cause I Do Me +How She Like It +I'm a Do Me +How She Like It +She Kno I Do Meeee! +How She Like It +I'm a Make A Movie +I'm a Make A Movie +I'm a Make A Movie +I'm a Make A Long +I'm a Make A Looong Movie +I'm a Make A Movie +I'm a Make A Movie +I'm a Make A MovieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Streets RaisedYoung money cash money till I'm killed nigga +Bet my funeral be over packed with real niggas +Started on a black top with a few pieces of crack rock +Now it's just him pumpin his motherfuckin black rock +Earn my stripes like a motherfuckin black sock +Now it's like we hit the motherfuckin jackpot +Hurricane catrina is the motherfuckin back drop +Man you know them niggas got that motherfucker backhot +I'm tryna see how to get that new book, rock black drop +I'm a PI a'ight? A'ightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Name is Wizzle[Intro] +My name is Wizzle! +Wizzle F.! +Wizzle F. Baby! +Ahhhh! +And Lojack, what’s good? Ayy— Ayy, Jack? +These niggas don’t know money, man +Not like us, dawg! Uh-uh +I bet my girlfriend wheels to your deal, fucker +What’s really good, man? +I put my chain next to ya house +And I bet I leave out wit ya spouse +It’s that easy! This is Weezy, boy! +Learn the lesson! Let’s go, ah! + +[Verse 1] +I hustle every day with the caine and the plastic +Concealed in my pocket so I don’t wet the product +Come short and you don’t get the product +Come in ya homie place, come to collect the product +Niggas respect the Carter +Yeah, or niggas put Tecs to mama +Yeah, you stand next to mama, I put holes in ya mama +You’ll die by her, you was close to your mama +Niggas sleeping on war in ya smoking pajamas +Not the one in Iraq, prick, watch ya back +I pop one and fall back, then watch ya act… +Like a bitch, when ya bitch see ya shit crack, bitch, I… +Pitch shit where you live at, bitch, I… +Bang the 9, sidearm, die calm, bitches +Roll the dice under, all night, water, fishes +Every day, Weezy F. is a gangsta, yeah! +[Chorus] +Ayy, every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!) +Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!) +Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!) +Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Well let’s go!) +Every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!) +Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!) +Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!) +Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Well let’s go!) + +[Verse 2] +Ah! Bold like a Titan, made on the block +Groups slither like a python, replace all stocks +Stash work in my Nikes, blade in my socks +Flash work; “Got a license?” Bitchmade cop +This bitchmade bullshit gotta stop! +Trade in ya Glocks, AKs turn a nigga to a pagan +Chop! Flames burn a nigga ’til a place +Get mopped! Hot! Walk up and get dropped +My nigga boy up in this bitch +I bring the toy up and just spit +I bang the boy up and just split +I beat the boy up with just fists +I eat the boy up and just shit, what’s really good? +I smoke brocc’ all day and bust millis, good +Yeah, really, I rush any hood +Bear witness, and I bet you getting frightened, ain’t ya? +This is everyday shit and I’m a everyday gangsta +Weezy! +[Chorus] +Ayy, every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!) +Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!) +Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!) +Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Here we go!) +Every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!) +Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!) +Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!) +Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta + +[Verse 3] +Aim at your hairline and shoot you in your face +Got a Uzi on my backside, [?] at my waist +I got money in my spare time and new [?] every day +Make a pussy separate when the pistol levitate +Oh! Better days [?] that’s what they say +But you ain’t never safe, you could die today +So my niggas they crack the safe and divide the Ks +And we all buy rides with bass and ride by ya place +Three in the morning, awake your mama +Come outside, BOP! You gotta “wake” ya mama, damn +Carry her body in grateful honor +As soon as you put her down, BOP! Lay with ya mama +Man, I was fifteen with a baby mama +Few grams and like eighty thousand, I promise +[?] they were, say word, amen +Staring out my Bentley in Ray-Bans, every day +[Chorus] +Ayy, every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!) +Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!) +Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!) +Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Well here we go!) +Every day of the week, every week in the month (Yeah!) +Every month in the year, I’m a everyday gangsta! (Yeah!) +Straight everyday gangsta (Yeah!) +Big money heavyweight, everyday gangsta (Well let’s go!) + +[Outro] +Yeah! It’s young Weezy F., man +I’m a everyday gangsta, man +I do this shit daily like [?] +Holla at ya boy +What’s really good? What’s really hood? +It’s Weezy F., I do what you wish you could +Yuh! Tell ya bitch, hollerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Why Stop NowEvery single time I get up in the building +Then I touch it, and I get it poppin' +You can never stop it +And how long it got 'em hung in +And they're wonderin' +On how my nigga does it +When I'm blackin' every hood and every street and then I flood it +Makin' every dj wanna bring it back and they robbin +Makin other niggas starve n ain't no food up in the cupboard +See the way I got 'em spittin' +Now I gotta nigga runnin +From the way that I be gettin' on the beat and I'll be +Dumbin' (i'll be dumbin') + +Lemme gibble in +And a dabble with the flow +Lemme show you niggas +How I really mix it up +Im a slow it down a little +Naw think ya betta meta flip it up +(kill 'em!) +Switch it up +I'll probly pitch it up +Dont wanna see ya +Bottles in ya hands +Nigga get it up (ho!) +Throw my money all around +Until it hit the ground +I'ma makes shorty work before she pick it up (whoo!) +You know the shit was kinda dead ' +Fore I had to +Step up all up in the spot +And really lift it up (damn!) +And soon I busta nigga head in +And then I throw a little coke up shoot until they sniff it up +And see they know' +When I come +I hit it up +I kill it ' +Til a nigga 'body get the stiffin' up +Ya need to betta know +That I can do anything that I want +Niggas already be knowin' +I'm a give it up! +All right, I'm a let you niggas calm down for a minute and get your shit together! +Here's what I need y'all to do! +Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap +Let's go! + +Ok, come around +See me put it down just a little bit +Ball and I'm heavy +Y'all already know exactly what to do +Somebody better get the crown when the nigga spit hurry! +Make sure you polish it a little 'fore you bring it to me +While I get it down with another hit (you're ready) +And you ain't even gotta ask +When you already know another bang is what you gonna get! +Yeah! better bounce when a nigga say so its like magic +When the nigga spit pressed out +And if you're really with me, and you're ready, let's go! +Rhyme with a nigga +Like we're on a metro +Y'all already know +I kill anyone +Anywhere, anything +From the very intro +And I beat the most +Everything +And you shoulda +Knew that form the very get go! +Just watch 'em close +See how they bug +On how the god delivers +Now we're blacking in this bitch +Until the police come and get us! +Watch so you could see! (the conglomorate) +Who fucking with us? +I could shit and fart all on the beat and kill a couple niggers! oh, oh! + +Everybody know what the fuck it is -true! +And then I think I'm a beat +Them in the heads +Niggers know I do it till I split a couple of wigs +And you know that when I got him +And I hit him from the bottom +You don't want a nigga really though! +And I'll be doing anything that I want +It don't matter where we're at, I'm a let it go! + +Yeah! we can do anything +Walk into anywhere and buy anything! +I'll be chilling, I don't worry about anything +Why stop now? I could have everything! +Yeah! I could have everything! +Yeah!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Girl Don’t Do That[Intro: Lil Wayne &Khao] +Young mulah, baby +It's Khao +Let's get it popping like + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Girl, don't you do that +Pop it, don't shoot that +Made it out, dispute that +Sixty, Wheezy, you that + +[Verse 1: Khao] +Ayy, ayy, lord have mercy +Look at that shawtie over there, she look realist +Who got more ass than these niggas could deal with +How on Earth do the jeans conceal that? +I gotta get a clearer view, she working in the mirror boo +Drop it to the floor, shake that body like Shakira do +Other women copy, I knew 'em 'cause you imitate them +Try to get a player right, jiggle with that cellulite +Shortie look surprised because I'm part of the who's who +Or maybe wanna choose you, a kinda girl I'm used to +Face like Nia Long, skin Tov Lo, yeah +Body like the 'licious, money like Oprah +Sammy LJ take me to your home now +Knock me up when we alone, make my black slave known +What really turned me on was a well known fact +That she only worked that nine to to, Khao on the track +Ayy +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Girl, don't you do that +Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah) +Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that) +Sixty, Wheezy made you that +Girl, don't you do that +Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah) +Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that) +Sixty, Wheezy made you that + +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +How about we tell you 'bout love +Shake it like it off +Turn around, back it up, now catch 'em all +Catch 'em all, now catch 'em all +Just pick your ass up, drop it, make that ass low + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Little nigga but in that pussy, I stand tall +And tell your man I beat up niggas like park ball +You seen the color purple (Yeah) and we don't smoke that green +We smoke the color purple (Yeah), the color purple + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Girl, don't you do that +Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah) +Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that) +Sixty, Wheezy made you that +Girl, don't you do that +Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah) +Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that) +Sixty, Wheezy made you that +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +How about we tell you 'bout love +Shake it like it off +Turn around, back it up, now catch 'em all +Catch 'em all, now catch 'em all +Just pick your ass up, drop it, make that ass low + +[Verse 3: Khao] +I'm a pimp up on the drive by +Pimp it to my spine +And let me introduce you to some bitches that I got +I got to hold a lot of hustle +She kind of love fucking, she don't use the pussy muscle +Make your body do the shuffle +Got a bitch named Jaz, she let my Stacy dash +She be raking in the cash, take it in the ass +Janet and Janine, now take it in the jaw +Nobody like to fuck 'em 'cause they like to take the balls +And it's blowjob Kate, her head game's great +Her tongue run on me, like the bitch vibrate +And they all have in common, it's a well known fact +But they only pop they pussy to a Khao track + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Girl, don't you do that +Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah) +Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that) +Sixty, Wheezy made you that +Girl, don't you do that +Pop it, don't shoot that (Yeah, yeah) +Made it out, dispute that (Dispute that) +Sixty, Wheezy made you that +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +How about we tell you 'bout love +Shake it like it off +Turn around, back it up, now catch 'em all +Catch 'em all, now catch 'em all +Just pick your ass up, drop it, make that ass lowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Orleans MagicThis is the archetypal rock sound +Okay this really ain't no rock shit but um, hmh ahh let go +Hollygrove monsta, New Orleans maniac, shoot a nigga up until his whole body ain't attached +Hi, my name is best rapper alive +And your mouth is the best crapper alive +Cause you talk shit I get hit and walk it off like f*ck dat +Then I just spit like barkin' dogs call it buzz back +Attitude like f*ck 'em all +And I'm greasy and your boyfriend is a butterball +Was geezy, I mean what's good bitch is you blind +Check my watch bet it be money all the time +Sunny on the side where I stay at +Where M.I.A. at, I get pussy everytime I say dat +In the game room I don't play dat +Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at +AK at ya front door, Young Zoe +You can ask Brisco shoot 'til my wrist sore +Coupe with a bitch low +Who but you slick po' +I'm tired of the south so ya mouth where the dick go +O.k., they like when I say dat huh? +And your boyfriend's a tampon +And I don't own land baby I own a land mine +So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anne Klein +Weezy F. ans the F is for franchise +You lookin' at me is like you lookin' through ant eyes +Young money can't die, bitch we like Hancock +Yeah I'm a martian what you sayin' Spock? +I turn yo beef into a hamhock +Then I put it in a pan pie +Shoot 'til my hand hot +I can't hear you sayin stop +I hear Nina sayin' pop +I hear Choppa' sayin' chop +I hear niggas screamin' and shit like I say holla at ya boy bitch +But holla at ya boy bitch +I'm the boy bitch +Not ya boy bitch +Cause ya boy a bitch +Yeah +Young Moolah crazy!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lift It UpLil Wayne: +Good afternoon call me young tune im DOPA you all +In one spoon New Orleans law layer USA tax payer +Rapper slash rocker jazzy like a jazz player but im +Ask player you can ask players I don’t got stacks +I got layers I out-layers get your scale up married to +The game pick the bill up and kiss the game goodbye +Yall dry im Mr. Potato head to you small fries (yeah) you +Can check my archives and they nickname my swagger +Sharp knives (uhuh) first name my thoughts wise last +Name carters to rappers im jaws 5 last name carter +To rappers im saw 5. Young Mula Baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lets ChillLets Chill....Like Zero Below +Had to introduce her to my hero below +Not a waste of time says my Frank Muller +And we could swim around +And just drown in the cooler +Baby we could chill like +Ice im the jeweler +Wrap around your ass like a bracelet or a hula... +Hoop! +The group...is Young Mula +But theres another subject + +See right now im tryna budge into your situation, girl im like a mental patient +Lookin for an invitation +To your destination +Girl i like your presentation +And i like your dedication +I ain't talkin admiration +Girl im talking mezmoration!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nightmares of the Bottom (My Version)Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom +Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em +But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses +We in the same picture but we all got different poses +Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it +I try to slow down, and I get rear ended +Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right! +Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights? +They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it" +Well call me clueless cause I do this +Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star +Life is a course and I'm a shoot for Par +I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow +And I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrow +Young Money CMR, blood like a scar +Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw" + +(Uh) +(Uh) +(Yup, yup, yup, yup) + +It's like I have it all +But I don't have to worry +Married to the money, a true love story +Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury +Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security +Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me +If I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney +If you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turning +I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it, yeah +Now what we doing with it +Keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it +I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it +Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it +OK, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point +Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice +I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser +And don't call me sir, call me survivor +(Uh) +(Yeah) +(Uh) +(And they go yup, yup, yup, yup) +(Uh) + +Call me killer 'cause I make a killing +I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon +That's them twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings +And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribbling +I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails +These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell +But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell +I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that stinger feel +Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail +And I fuck up any track; train derail +Know how to roll, never need training wheels +And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills +Uh, all or nothing, or nothing else +I bleed reality, I should cut myself +Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth +And the "F" is for fuck yourself + +(Uh) +(Yeah) +And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share +Breathin' this air +And Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayers +So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware +And if you wanna trip than I'm a meet ya there +To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair +Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer +I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear +Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear + +(Uh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Want This ForeverDrake: +It may not mean nothin to yall +But understand nothin was done for me +So i dont plan of stoppin at all +I want this shit forever mayne +Im shuttin shit down in the mall +And tell every girl she the one for me +And i ain't even plannin to call +I want this shit forever mayne +(Lil Wayne) +Shit, nigga, this what i does +I swear i ain't lyin like this is my cubs +This is my tub +And im dirtier then the summer bitch +Weezy F. baby always lookin like i done some shit +You ain't know nuttin bitch +Better know who you fuckin with +Try to fuck me, i kill you and who you comin with +No homo, T I had to go stupid +Im on them high heels and i am no Boots +Collins avenue ridin with the phantom roof gone +Or the maybach two tone and my rims are to grown +That mean they 24's boy, what are you on? +Im richer then a bitch without the grey pupon +Yea, im talkin out of my head +I make a blue-eyed bitch just admire my red +Ima blood muthafucka a blood muthafucka +Forever like E-T-C peri-od muthafucka +Drake: +It may not mean nothin to yall +But understand nothin was done for me +So i dont plan on stoppin at all +I want this shit forever mayne +Im shuttin shit down in the mall +And tellin every girl she the one for me +And i ain't even plannin to call +I want this shit forever mayne +(Drake) +Look i tell her +I'm so unsigged, it would blow ones mind +Cuz to every single record i am so unkind +There are no holds barred there is no love lost +Nigga this that crack and you know drugs cost +So P-A-Y-U-P, i dont think you'll ever find another nigga like me +Neva L-I-E, i got everything i tell them i got +This young nigga showboat like im sellin a yacht +Ya heard me +Who else tryna smoke? yea nigga me too +Cuz take my mind off the presure is what weed do +Ya girl wetter then the bottom of a ski-doo +And take a bitch from any nigga its what we do +So bite down hoe and get the right dentist +I told wayne im goin in like a life sentence +And understand i send shots of who its meant for +Never had a mentor, copy that: 10-4 +Drake: +It may not mean nothin to yall +But understand nothin was done for me +So i dont plan on stopping at all +I want this shit forever mayne +Im shuttin shit down in the mall +And tellin every girl she the one for me +And i ain't even plannin to call +I want this shit forever mayne +(Kid-Kid): +Put on my O-J gloves and go kill this shit +Make a plummer throw his plunger like "i can't deal with this shit" +The sound throwed off i stay on pitch +The flow ain't formed, well I dont slack on shit +Bitch im back on my shit like a fly +Since you wan' be fly throw you off the roof, fly +Like pookie, take a dookie on the rapper loose leaf throw +Andthrow trash bag through the window lookie +To a shark you just sushi +You ain't hard ya coohie walle oochie +Soft as newborn booty +Uhn said im movin slow im just thinkin fast +Look back I ain't behind ya, im bout to lap ya ass +And nigga I dont rest, im up until my times up +I been a tec' chef for all my beef prime cut +This ain't punch lines, nigga ya punch is lime (lame) +Cuz the only punch you ever gave was Hawaiian +Drake: +It may not mean nothin to yall +But understand nothin was done for me +So i dont plan of stoppin at all +I want this shit forever mayne +Im shuttin shit down in the mall +And tell every girl she the one for me +And i ain't even plannin to call +I want this shit forever mayneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big Tigger Live on The Radio[Big Tigger] +- A u lockdown ta the south to W.B.I.T.C.H were the w stands fo wah! hit us at 180-nobitch wut happenin' +[Caller] +- Hello +[Big Tigger] +-Yo +[Caller] +- Yeah man check this shit out I went to the concert last night you know the after party and the niggas put on rashed's shit +[Big Tigger] +- Roc master rashed? +[Caller] +Yeah you know wut I mean ain't nobody move noboby did shit but when they put Wayne's shit on everybody you know tvs fell down mutha fuckin' helicopters come from the fuckin' sky twirlin an shit niggas throwin' money every goddamn were but you know rashed mandat nigga you know put countryness in rappin' he want ta save the whales dosomethin from the fuckin' earth +[Big Tigger] +- Yeah he ain't bringin' that heat like 500 degreezdats wut we got right heh wit lil wayne and cash money caller 2 get up out ah hehEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dynamic(uh um) Mr. D Carter, from out the deep water, thank the lord for my voice, the beat and the re-carter, now pick an alphabet, and You're Z'en While im up trying to be the best MC'en. Now let me in.. I got my Key in.. And with them alphabets I never use p-e-n +But I got a lot of paper, but a lot ain't enough so I got an occupation, gotta bring the evil straight to the kitchen table, homey if you're girl pregnant you should kiss her navel, cause you prolly won't live to see the mother fucking cradle, you're past left a scar and the futures looking fatal. You can't be sorry, you gotta be a savior, gotta be the bread winner so go rob the break maker. When they put you're homey to sleep, it gotta be a wake up, you move in the hood then you gotta meet the neighbors (thank you) + +I holla bitch get off me, bitch get off me.. I'm the little ass nigga known as big homey, the killers is ballin, the niggas is targets, the snitches is talking, but this is New Orleans. I love what I got I'm just living the moment, I ain't dying just yet, I take a shit in the coffin. I Already know how to piss in the toilet, im trying to get the pot to piss in the morning. I never fall back I'd rather go forward, and when I come through you better duck like Howard. Because I got power, just like a forward, I come through the lane and straight dunk like stottle..myre.. M-I-re reminds me of I'uh, hes a Phoenix sun and I am fire, Disrespect me and I spit fire to neck and back like you are Kaya2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +U Dig[Lil'Wayne talking] +Yea..biatch..who the fuck..how the fuck +You really wanna know the sqad + +[Verse 1] +Me, I snort the dro' +And Baby supply the extra arms +And charges don't stick the dudes +We cutt'em of +We see Weezy everyday +Were the fuck did he go to +Cause if we don't know u +The nina blow u +And..Supa'll show u how to bag up shit +And Young Yo'll show u quick, how to back ya bitch +And T.Redd'll teach u right how to mash on the gas +And if u sight, he'll mash on ya ass +And J too +But Snipes, he lose on ya fast, like young cash +Like,he blew the mash on gas +Sqad 7, we ball heavy +We all in till we all dead +We stay fed of cheese and bread +And we never fuck wit hoes that never gave head +We like shaved pussy +We don't save pussy +We students of the game +And we never play rookie +U hata's +???? +[Chorus] +S-Q-A-D U-P +Lil' Weezy +S-Q-A-D, you see +Weezy +S-Q-A-D U-P +Lil' Weezy + +[Verse 2] +I get money like i get pussy +I get pussy like i get headaches +And migranes run in my family +And u might not be a crackhead +But theres one in ya family +I just broke a bricker off +Some theres some in ya family +Me and Benjamin so tight +We becomin' a family +And the Benz i'm in so tight +Ya wife comin' to jam me +And the rims i ride right +Drop the shit on choppaz +Or the old skool chrome riderz +We seein' Weezy Wee +Come thru on broaders +I'm send a single to bottle +Just like u know i'm a rider +Now followin' me to the of my squalla +I swalla to the end of my bottle +My nigga sam +The only friend is my dolla +Bumpin' head in a raspberry Bentley +Cuttin' up +U would think itz a weddin' how the rims is buttoned up +And itz Weezy ya bitch, i be thuggin' in public +S-Q-A-D double or nuthin' +[Chorus] +S-Q-A-D U-P +Lil' Weezy +S-Q-A-D, you see +Weezy +S-Q-A-D U-P +Lil' Weezy + +[Verse 3] +I bang a coward if he lookin' like he fuckin' wit Weezy +Leave a nigga like.. +He fucked wit Weezy +Young Wayne m +Ride around in a plain M +First lane, cross lane, flame him +Itz where the game end +I twist a nigga up so bad +See his body at the funeral +They say it ain't him +Bitch niggas surround me +It can get uglier than India Arie +When i'm spittin' the tommy +And no matter what this rap do +I'm gettin' the money +I can quit and get off a whole brick in mornin' +I can spit and get off a whole cook and devour +And shift and make lift off the whole of top of the 'Rari +I can spit like a mack 90 +Either way i can send big azz blades to ya zig zag braids +Niggas get right or get laid +Young, fuck it +I swear man u won't love it +BiiaaattccchhhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rap City Freestyle 2001(Mack 10 declines to freestyle, “homie we don’t get in the slam dunk contest no mo, you know how that go dog!”) + +(Birdman intros Wayne) + +(Lil Wayne) +Okay..Listen… +Homie i go hard +Push a whip with no hair on his head +So all I’m feeling is air on my head +With some broad that you might know +She blowin all the air out my head +If you clear I’ll knock a square out your head +Sip the crissy clear out my head +Try to get my loot up +In Cuba with a translator, get the coke newer +Plus the prices is cooler +I come back to the hood with that dirty +Tell em im like Tiger Woods, all i got is birdies +Got women’s in they 30’s calling Weezy papa +But Weezy not daddy ma +Cus Weezy in and out chea +Weezy never spouse ya +Weezy give shhh bout’ cha +Weezy don’t master suite, Weezy living room couch ya +How bout you be a good girl, take these pies I just cooked up +Take me to those tiger paws on your thighs +Get’s high til I can’t focus, but the main focus is to remain focus, they ain't’ focused…holla back +(Birdman talking…) + +(Lil Wayne) +I come up from a shh deep town +Where you hear sounds like click, squeak, pow! +Get down or your dying +People tote iron got that coke flying like birds-not the ones with feathers, I’m talking weight like birds and you might get served if it’s proper enough or find your nerves on a curve if you’re a copper or something or a baller blocker or something, I’ll send your noggin a hundred, have the whole block sprint, dashing, jogging and running +Type of life I live, Gotti would love it +Squad property buddy, some young cats with a Mafia budget +Can’t nobody put nobody above it +If they do they find they body with they body above it, come on let’s take it public +Nah leave it in the gutter +Aye lets go and dump him +Nah leave him in the gutter + +(Birdman talks again…) + +(Cadillac) +Check me… +Now I got this game on lock with pounds and chickens +Give me 600 an ounce and 10 for the pigeons +I flood my community, i love this shhh +I think the FEDs done been in my house and bugged the shhh +Now I’m running everything from the hall in the blizzock +And im riding in the vol with my dog with no tizzop +Got a 40 in the arm rest and in the lap is the glizzock +I done copped a little platinum and i blessed it with rizzocks +The way a nigga live is unbelievable and im riding round' in something you'd never seen before better watch your baby mama before i ceased it yo!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck Me In The Moshpit[Intro] +Dude, you should like totally rock out with your cock out + +[Verse 1] +Alright now A, I do this and I do it every day, uh huh +Now B, your boyfriend he ain't badder than me +I'm talking C, the baddest that you ever did C, uh huh +Now D, E, F and I'm a motherfucking G +Ok now 1, I'm hotter then the motherfucking sun +Ok now 2, so that would make me hotter then you +I'm talking 3, the baddest that you ever did C +I'm on the D, E, F I'm A motherfucking G (Screams) +I rock out with my cock out +She wanna fuck me in the mosh pit! +Uh, uh, uh, Yeah! + +[Verse 2] +Ohhh +Alright now A, uh tell me girl the logic +A and B, Baby you beautiful but, but, but +C I C, c, c, c, can't C you and me +But you say I'm the one, ass fucking we are more fun +Now say 2, yeah two of you and 1 of me +Makes 3, dazed motherfucker fucker fucking G and motherfucker, I'm a motherfucking G, Yeah +And I rock out with my cock out +She wanna fuck me in the mosh pit! +Yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, ohh, ohh +[Verse 3] +Girl wanna fuck in the middle of the dance floor +Call me Mr. I will leave her ass sore +People see us like we fucking through a glass door +Like they beneath us like we fucking on a glass floor +Im telling you we fucked her shit hysterical +You just make her sick and Weezy be her Theraflu +Baby I just B like the letter do +And if you want it deep then baby I'mma shovel you +Cinderella you, you deserve a gold bronze and a silver medal too +Your incredible, she says I'm edible +I said you're very cool, she said very cool? I said very fucking cool haha +She wanna fuck me in the mosh pit! + +Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh!2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Startrax*Lyrics from Snippets* + +[Chorus: Drake] +You live a double life and your mouth run like you get two lives +You're loose with it +You know my Startrax niggas, they produce with it + +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +...my buisness +Only take the pistol out your mouth to talk business, fuck niggas +I feel like Papa John's, I got a rocket launcher +I give you rocket science, I do math and slimeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money Cars Clothes (feat. Swizz Beatz)Swiss Beats - Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2) +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money +Lil Wayne - Mr Angel on the beat +Young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha +Young mullah baby, and the monsta on the hook ha ha , swizzy! +Young mullah baby, streeetzz.. +Lil Wayne - Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga +Dats why you only see me wit some bape ass niggas +We gotta eat early like break fast nigga +New Orleans land of where yo gate pass nigga +Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4 +Pussy ass niggas won't survive no mo +And the niggas say it is ours +But it ain't ours no mo +From the deep part of the water where the divers won't go +Hey sharks, sup piranhas +Dem boys catfish, dem boys flanges +I pop on grove, I roll around ya +Hit ya wit that 2 2 step 10 times like ensenza +Fuckin wit my.. +Swizz Beats - Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2) +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money +Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2) +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money +Lil Wayne - yea , yea, ha ha +And fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga +Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets.. +T streets - fuck, what the fuck I look like +Fuck my verse, nigga +Swizz got the hook right +Asian let me catch em wit the beam an its cooked right +Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right +And im the nigga standin over the stove +Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch +Drive bricks an book flights +Good by bad days, hello good nights +No my coke look like Carmelo? +Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined +2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9 +Its my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life +And fuck one time its.. +Swizz beats - Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2) +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money +Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2) +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money +Lil Wayne - ha ha. T streets, B A G swalla ha ha +We young mullah baby yea.. +I murder that boy, I kill that bitch +Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch +I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch +And ya stomach ain't gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit +So ain't no love for no otha so say I fuck dem tricks +Ain't no loves flyin now besides birds of dem bricks +Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know +The person now the routes to couldn't see my flow +I clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables +Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove +Nigga fuck yo money, clothes, cars, hoes +Kids, friends, and foes, and you and den I get back to the.. +Swizz Beats - Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2) +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money +Money, cars, clothes, hoes (x2) +I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +MegamenGhmEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Upsong....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Me & YouI wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2u and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever + +Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea +Well If Ya Dont Then Ill Explain +You Can Be My Misses Wayne +We Can Do The Dam Thang..And Thangs +You See I Had To Tell My Nigga Lil Boy +I Met A Girl Like You +Cuz I Ain't Never Met Another Girl Like You +But I Know Wut To Do Wit A Girl Like You +Three letters...I Do +I Wouldn't Care If You Were a Prostitute and +That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew +It Wouldn't Make A Difference +If That Was Way Before Me And You Girl +See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me +As Long As You Keep It Real +Whatevers On Yo Mind +Speak On How You Feel +Stay Truthful To Me +And Never Lie To Me +And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets +No Matter Wutever Nahh + +Boy u see dat i have changed yea well if u dont then i'll explain im the real misses wayne all them other chicks is lame & u see i had 2 tell my rockstar crew that i met a man like cuz i ain't never met a man like u but i know what 2do with a youngin like u 3letters..i do i wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2 and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whatever +Girl You Kno Wut I Mean Yea + +(Dam Lyk Foreal Tho Babygirl +You Ain't Gotta Keep No Secrets +Its Me And You Gotta Keep It Real) + +Ya Boy + +(Yo Pussy Is Like A Drug To Me +Ya I Be Feeinin +F**k if i could sing +Dam If Only I Could Sing +Help Me Out Lil Bru) + +(Talk:) +I Love It Babe Ye +I Love It Babe Dont You Know +I Love It Babe I Really Did +I Love It Babe Like Young Jeezy +I Love It Babe Ye +I Love It Babe (x3) + +I Wouldn't Care If You Was A Prostitute +And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew +See It Wouldn't Make A Difference +If That Was Way Before Me And You Babe +See You Dont Ever Have To Worry About Me +As Long As You Keep It Real +Whatevers On Yo Mind +Speak On How You Feel +Stay Truthful to me +And Never Lie To Me +And Dont Ever Keep No Secrets +No Matter Wutever +Boy u see dat i have changed yea well if u dont then i'll explain c i'll give up this fame cuz im ready 2 walk the ale and have the preacher change my name. yea now wats happein weezy wats happein weezy u know u need 2role wit the baddest chick weezy n everytime i c u i get so weak weezy like... thats my weezy yea i wouldn't care if u was a dirty dog and that u hit every chick that u ever called c it wouldn't make a differnece cuz thats just way benneath me and u boy.c u dont ever have 2 worry bout me i promise 2 keep it real whatevers on my mind im a speak on how i feel stay truthful 2 and never lie 2u and i won't ever keep no secrets no matter whateverEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Walk It Out (Chalk It Out)Drought 3 +Look +I bought it out like stunna +I hope when we kiss we make u sick to yo stomach +Stunning like my daddy +And yo momma eat rubbers +I bet dat i can do da mouf 2 mouf with yo women +My house is a dungen +Yellow diamond ring lookin like a little funion +Stand on my toes you can call me Paul Bunjion +Touchin up my flows like a nigga do construction +Da microfone wet cuz my words like seduction +N when we on the jet you dnt come up on da discution +And if you say you ballin we prolly dnt trust ya +I not no plan on freakin hoes dat prolly dnt fuck ya +Even if you pay em boy they prolly won't fuck ya +Only if i say dat she can touch ya like busta +But she might touch ya +And burn ya like usher +Me n my click we in red like blush +I shit this rappers out and sometimes i 4get 2 flush ya +Grand daddy purp or bubble kush crush ya +Explode in a bitch mouf like a gusher +Cash money young money +Check da production +I am just a martion +Get prepared for obduction +Haha +Haha + +Uuum... +I walk it out like crutches +2 gurls jump me like double dutches +My nigga t-streets know a gurl named dutches +And everytime he see her in da streets she b cuzzin +I told em he should wave da black flag cuz she buggin +He said the pussy good +He said ya digg +So i dugg em +Im lookin for a real bad bitch wit a husband +I give em much dick +And a whole lot of nuttin +Im spittin like i stumbled on a gold pot of sumthin +And when i was 6 i saw my rolemodel hustlin +So i gotta hustle +Thise rappers talkin bout a whole lot of nuttin +You drop me on saturday i sold out on sunday +Fuck is da argue bout +Nigga da carter out +This is what i call da droubt....3 +N we dnt walk it out +We drop top porch it out +They better walk em out +Before we chalk em out +We chalk it out x7 +We choke em out +They dnt want it na uh +No they dnt want it na uh +You see they foamin im not +Oh yeah they foamin im not +I east side walk it out +I bring New Orleans out +I am a saints fan +Oh yea we marchin now +Like wear a safes band +I play the organs now +And if he talk +Most likely im what they talkin bout +My nigga t from da east roll out dat forest now +Man im just tryin 2 get my peanuts im like charlie brown +Ok da uzi make dat holy sound +Take 2 of thise and walk around +Come straight from that homeless town its ----- belong to carter now +BitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +JnnuXEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drought Interlude[Intro] +Aye man, intermission yuh +Y'all still tuned into Da Drought +Right before the package, February 2004, Tha Carter +For as of now, the streets will hurt until my arrival, sorry +The dawn, the Prince, the King, I'm the King +Aye everyone! I'm the King, I'm the King tell 'em + +[Verse] +[?] in this motherfucker +I'm in this motherfucker, hot up in this- +I don't care who not up in this motherfucker +Fuck boy, get shot up in this motherfucker +Pop up in this motherfucker +Hot up in this motherfucker +Call the Doctor in this motherfucker +How can one human be so sick? +Immune to your bitch, ah +Move In the club with the tool on my hip +Watch how you dab me off, the strap might go off +Let me take it back for y'all +Like the '77 daddy Cadillac with walls +But I'm creepin' through the back, I'll be back for y'all +This is bass, this is crack, [?] +Ain't no cases around here gettin' cracked, or solved +'Cause ain't no niggas 'round here about to crack at all +Wheezy Baby, nigga +I got that dope like crack, [?] yeah +The dreads out the rubber band, I don't care +Got that can in the other hand +And I ain't pop it in the air, no +I ain't singing this for him ah +Mean what I say and say what I feel +I lean 'cause the K heavy weight on my left +Y'all mean, couldn't block these shots himself +I ride clean in the drop top, 82 dealt +With the baby blue animals, the baby blue [?] +The baby blue walkin', the baby blue [?] +[?] +I might rock the baby blue will +She said 'Baby you silk', ah +Leave that pussy soaked +Oh baby you will +Stop stuntin' that bitch for a bribe at the bar +Lil [?] +'Bout to drive that car, we on our way man +Coming from the state of Louisiana +I'm great, pick money, heavyweight +That I know you niggas heard about +But tell me something, you see us heavily fucking +So why would you ever fuck with the dirty South? +Da Drought + +[Outro] +That's cool Mama!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Got ItFive foot six nice size dick long ass hair you can pull my shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Outro (Something for the Bitches)[Bun B] + +Yeah, when I step in the spot motherfuckers say "Who dat?" +Big Bun B, but you already knew that +Live from the state, where they chop and they screw that +You hatin' on a Trill OG, when they do dat? +Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man +Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand +Get out my mix, man, just gon' get you stuck deep in the quicksand +With no easy fix, man +No Trix man, those is for kids +Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the crib +Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge +You fuckin' with DA so you know what it is +I'm sittin' on the fours that clack +Comin' down candy in a golden 'Lac +We gettin' to the money like it's Goldman Sachs +And we do it for the pimps that hold 'em back, let's go + +[Nas] + +L-l-look who crept in with automatic weapons +Reppin' QB till the death of him +That nigga that aspired lyrical tyrants +Like Kanye West and Em +Track record, goes back to "The Essence" +Smack adolescents who ask who the best is +I'm nasty like gas from a fat man attested +I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast +But I'm like a gastric bypass +Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role +Since 16 I ain't grow a day old, yet my brain grow +Cocaine white Range Rov +Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a project, nigga +Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon +Fat blunts in the car with strippers +Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young, little youth +A novice nigga +Blessings, bowed down, respected +Chowed down, now my food's digested +Pow-pow, with my shooters are Techs +Bust louder than the noise I just spit +Let's get one thing straight, that my crown ain't for testin', testin' +Chop heads off like King Henry the 8th, guillotine to your neck, bitch +I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb +Been in this shit since '91 +Niggas can't fuck with the style I use +Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum +Calm now, was a wylin' dude +Studied cowards that made power moves +Watched Wild Planet, seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move +A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas +There go my nigga Wayne, let them niggas hate +I love my nigga Drake say "We ain't got time to respond to niggas" +[Shyne] + +I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street +Poverty and desperation made me everything I be +I'm a shotta when I pop up withEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cold BloodedBisEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hit The LightsYMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Li +All them bitches think they fly +And all 'em bitches flew to me +Hit the lights so you could see +My drink is strong and my hooka sweet +Understand the time is now, but time is up the futures bleak +Its me, its stupid cupid +Love me, leave me in the morning +If you like your friend can join in +The wildest flower in the garden +Coolest nigga in the party +Shades on, dreads long +Blood gang, red zone +And I'm with Jay SeanEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ground Zero (Remix)Back the hell off +Rock n roll Jesus with all my nails on +All I need is a blunt and a bail bond +And give these blind motherf*ckers something to feel on +Rollin like a motherf*cker put your wheels on +And let's roll down and heal till the heal gone +I started on the block but that something to build on +And how can I pray when I got nothing to kneel on +Hey +The ground is gone +Don't look now but the ground is gone +I'm so high that the ground is gone +And I don't even know which crowd I'm on +Don't look down but the ground is gone +Don't look down cause the ground is gone +Right now I'm a million miles from home +And I'm so high that the ground is gone +Son look up +Father just shook us +Never was around like bush is +War just came like Kane with bishop +Movies too different to act not used ta +Boys in the hood messed up +No blueprints they just do it +Then they get commercial shootin +Ruthless, live your T.I. or lose it +Stupid people like ya'll once knew 'em +Who da, new nigga is show and prove it +Never skateboard but I grinds in these Supras +Ya'll niggas foolin, for fame and the fortune +Super human, 430 flame horses +Ready to use it, L.A. to Jerusalem +Betty Bootin, my girls fake Hollywood tits +Couldn't fool 'em, I just pull up +And I hold her, yeah, and adjust, to the mood +Jump-Jump out a window +Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby +Let's Jump-Jump out a window +Let's jump off a building baby +Jump-Jump out a window +Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby +Let's Jump-Jump out a window +Let's jump off a building baby +Hey +The ground is gone +Don't look now but the ground is gone +I'm so high that the ground is gone +And I don't even know which crowd I'm on +Don't look down but the ground is gone +Don't look down cause the ground is gone +Right now I'm a million miles from home +And I'm so high that the ground is gone +I know a girl named Crystal her last name Paul +I look into her eyes and I can see it all +I see it when she cry, I'm there when she call +Cause I live inside of the mirror on the wall +Kill 'em all, die in the spirit of the war +Thinkin would a mind be in spiritual fall +My lyric will leave you in physical awe +Miserable, pitiful, ridicule, typical +Chemicals swimming through the inner tube +Get in you, that be the end of you +Times are beginnin new +F*ck what you done this about what I'm finna do +Motherf*ck a 9 to 5 +I rather do 10 to 2 +Motha f*cker pin a guy now I write a pinnacle +The government is saints and it's f*ckin identical +Kiss my ass, and suck my genitals, tabernacle, biatch! +Jump-Jump-Jump out a window +Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby +Let's Jump-Jump out a window +Let's jump off a building baby +Hey +The ground is gone +Don't look now but the ground is gone +I'm so high that the ground is gone +And I don't even know which crowd I'm on +Don't look down but the ground is gone +Don't look down cause the ground is gone +Right now I'm a million miles from home +And I'm so high that the ground is gone +Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby +Let's Jump-Jump out a window-window +Let's jump off a building babyyy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +TragedyAyo, Pink Friday, Eminem, 8 Mile +It must hurt to sell ya album off Paypal +Especially when you in the game 15/20 +You was hot when Shaq teamed up with Penny +Man, you was magic +I mean, look at you now hoe, you just tragic +You a tragedy, you a parody +Last name Ann, first name Raggedy +These goofy bitches is stupidity personified +Ayo Wayne, you on the Gully or the Gaza sideEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +First Place Winner (Remix) (Ft. Swizz Beatz, Boo, Curren$y, & Mack Maine)[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] +Am I the best? Yes +Am I the best? Yes +I'm a first place winner, first place winner +I'm a first place winner, first place winner +I ain't never been scared to get-get-get no get no money +I ain't never been scared to g-g-get no get no money +I ain't never been scared to get-get-get no get no money +I ain't never been scared to get no money money money... +[Repeat] + +[Lil Wayne talking over Swizz] +Hahaha, Young Money baby! +Ay! Just because I just said Young Money +I just made this song a whole lot better +Doesn't money make everything better? +Fuck it, yeah Young Money, Cash Money +Young Money, Cash Money, Young Money, Cash.. Money.. +Big money, beyotch!! hehe +I know they tired of me +Cause I'm sleeping on them +I ain't never been scared of getting no money bitch! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +What the fuck I look like? +Fuck my verse nigga Swizz got the hook right +Don't look left baby girl just look right +And you gone see us in more red than Suge Knight +Gangbanger yes, soo-woo gang +And if you ain't wit it then you in the food chain +I'm in that wide body I'mma need two lanes +Blue seats white paint wetter than new rain +It look like a white person, with blue veins +I keep a black Glock, red dot blue flame +Feet hanging out the window jock my shoe game +Cause all my kicks fly, like Liu Kang +Hehe, old playa new game +I'm focused, I'm thinking like I got two brains +I'm in my prime I feel like a new Wayne +How come there is two bitches but ain't no two Waynes? +{*Wayne over Hook*} +Hehe I don't know what they do but I do thangs +This Mr. "Everytime You See Me Got A New Chain" +My flow crazy, I ain't too sane +But I am the shit and they just poop stains +{*Wayne talking*} +Haha! Yeah! +Now all the ladies say, "ooh Wayne.. ooh Wayne" +Hehe alright YEAH! AY! +[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] - 2X + +[Verse 2: Boo] +Yeah I grind hard (grind hard) but I shine harder (harder) +My watch stupid (stupid) my chain retarded (-tarded) +CLS-500, the kid Broadus +B double O, still gettin in pimpin +We might got the same car but my rims different +Plus a sexy lil fine bitch come with it +Young Money we the flyest crew (flyest crew) +Rappers we can't see y'all, who are you? (who are you?) +Spit it's your turn jack do what ya do (Currensy) +Mack still spitting like he new and improved (Mack Maine) +Weezy and the Pimp are just shittin on fools +And you know me jack I got work to move (yeah) + +[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] + +[Verse 3: Curren$y] +Yeah Young Money in the house +Motherfuck anybody else who in the house +My niggas with me so you know it's guns in the house +The cops'll grab a roll of yellow tape and run around your house +Why y'all fuckin with Lil Spitta? +I wasn't doing nothing just laid up chillin +Playing Tony Hawk on the Xbox, burnin incense +Rocking sweat pants and some Jordan number sixes +My check cleared I'm officially a rich nigga +So from this day I'mma smile in all my pictures +Get the champagne from the top shelf +The crib got wings like a jet, one east one west +[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] + +[Verse 4: Mack Maine] +Bitch I'm Mack Maaaaaaine +I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker +And I'm in this bitch hollerin Young Money motherfucker +It's Mack Maine I make my money speak latin +And +I'm comfortable like my sheet satin +The kush got me higher than an old hooker's skirt (skirt) +And I never been to culinary school but cook work (cheah) +I'm no sergeant homie so I never cuff a ho +And I hustle for my +Bills+ like I'm from Buffalo +Ya figga deal - but on the really-real +Pause the clock my flow timeless +Say my name and lose your job like you're Don Imus (fuck you) +I'm just a, real nigga, Mack Mizzle +I'm off the hizzle, with two pistols now + +[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Look Out[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uhh, Tired of chasing after objects in the rear view +Tired of praying when I don't know who I'm praying to +Tired of hoping like a penny with a hole in it +Tired of going when I got no one to go with it +Tired of reaching like a crab in a fucking nab +And motherfucker it was fuck it then, fuck it now +After [?] got the motherfucking budget down +So what the fuck is what your motherfucking budget now +They wanna kill me but death is too good for me +Tired of taking when I'm taking what they took from me +Tired of looking at the man in the mirror, man +Cause that motherfucker gon make me wanna kill a man... +Ahhh! + +[Chorus: Shanell] +Doctor doctor why won't you answer +Before it's too late, Teacher, Preacher +Don't trust your weakness, Someone lead the way +Tryna make it home, Tryna make it home +Oh, tryna make it home, Tryna make it home + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I know my greatest pain is in the future +I know I left a stain in a future +What do you wish for, What are you wishing for +It take too long for your wish to make it to the store +The well run guy, the town runs by +The spirits walk with me, I am silents cry +Pay the pastor, preachers profit from the prophesized +But ain't no proof in your prophecy +[Chorus: Shanell & (Lil Wayne)] +Doctor doctor why won't you answer, Before it's too late (Yeah!) +Teacher, Preacher, Don't trust your weakness +Someone lead the way (Yeah!) +Tryna make it home, (Just tryna make it home) +Tryna make it home (Just tryna make it home) +Ohhh tryna make it home (Just tryna make it home) +Tryna make it home (Just tryna make it home) + +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +And just the other day I met a man in a [?] +He was tryna get me to believe in world peace +So I was tryna get him just to keep it real grief +He said "okay", then he pulled out a gun and killed me +I [?] least +The clouds, the buildings, the birds, the bees +I wonder if i'm going where we [?] +I m thinking we deserve the truth at least + +[Outro: Shanell & (Lil Wayne)] +Yeah, Yeah, (Yeah!), Yeah, (Yeah!), Yeah, (Yeah!) +Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!) +Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!) +Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!) +Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!) +Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!) +Oh, tryna make it home (Yeah!) +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Oh, ah, err, oh, ow!)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mr. Carter (Alternate Version)[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yo, yo Drew and Inf +This-this, this right here is crazy +Yo I, I feel big, you know what I mean? +Like, not, not big in the sense of, weight +You know what I mean? Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that +Like colossal +Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs) +I heard you were lookin' for me + +[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello) +Tell me, where have you been? (Haha, you know, hehe) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why (I know, haha) +Hey, Mr. Carter (Hey, hello) +Tell me, where have you been? (Shit, you know) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why (Hahahah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] + +[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello!) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world and I'm back again! +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) +Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world now I'm back again! +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch +While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit +I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick +Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!?" +Cause Wayne win, and they lose +I call 'em April babies, 'cause they fools +And when they snooze, we up! +Feet up, like a paraplegia +Or paraplegic? I parallel park +In that red-and-yellow thing; old-school Atlanta Hawk +Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove +Now all my Bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-doe" +I know my role and I play it well +And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale +I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there +Long hair, don't even care + +[Chorus: Sha-ron Prescott & JAY-Z] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world now I'm back again +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin') +Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world now I'm back again +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', chyeah) +[Verse 3: JAY-Z] +I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear +Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir +Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder +Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother? +Show no mercy in Murcielagos +I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered +Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs +The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses +Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow +Even if you box well, can't stop the blows +Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room +The dope boy I just came off the spoon +Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- +Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe +I see Euros, that's right: plural +I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go +(Hey Mr. Carter) Young! + +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite-of-soft +Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage +Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro +I know, I ride slow, and when I pass +They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past +And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z +Don't forget Weezy, Baby! +[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott, Lil Wayne & Choir] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) +Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why (Haha)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yes worriesHook: Detail] +You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries)x3 +See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries)x3 +You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) +Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries +You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there +See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi in this bitch, errybody should be worried +Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' me I feel buried +And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant +Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private +Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers +Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear’ll have to bear with us +And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep +All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up shit’s creek +You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas +It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years +All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it +B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart +On my private jet and my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga +I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers +You don't get dissed, you get disfigured +She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry +I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries +Tunechi +[Hook: Detail] + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +We ain't got no worries +She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries +She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?" +She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you trynna be funny!" +Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong +I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar +That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose +These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show +I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho +You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat +Bitch it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries +I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story +YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, UH HUH, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABYEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cut Like a Blender[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy +They got so many pussy nigggas, they starting to police me +I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut +With the choppers, so dap m up, eat m for lunch +Shootin out the window saying Young Money, motherfucker + +[Verse 1: Curren$y] +You niggas know shit from sugar +You niggas know kisses from bullits +See me in the Bentley, with one rolled window +You know a boss, I'm a booker +My bitch get tossed like I through her +A bitch get lost if I took her +To the thrift show to where I live, like, look here +I got a mansion in the cave, like Batman +And your girl pussy poppin on the handstand +You wanna flex up behind it, you a bad man +Young Money, strong funny, age like bam bam +Black Lamb on the interstate, coppers givin chace, bet you I could get away +Spitta! + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy +They got so many pussy nigggas, they starting to police me +I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut +With the choppers, so dap m up, eat m for lunch +Shootin out the window saying Young Money, motherfucker +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Yo, I'm sittin in the Chevy Shavell +With my favorite girl, she watchin Dave Chapell +While me, I'm on the selly, bout to blaze an L +Talkin to one of my homies, that's caged in jail +He tellin me bout this nigga that's raised in hell +Word done got back to him that I blazed his girl, now be callin like it's the end of the world +Now I gotta put in his world, close to daten, close to Satan +That's when you're gone when I see ya, I'm glad I'm me, cause, bitch, I wouldn't wwanna be ya +My niggas are like Freddikets, my life is the subject +Like Homer said, the greek homicides, I done it +What it is, ransom, parents, handsome +Make you feel it in your chest, like breast cancer +See Big said, niggas bleed just like us +But he never knew, niggas be cheese, just like us + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy +They got so many pussy nigggas, they starting to police me +I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut +With the choppers, so dap m up, eat m for lunch +Shootin out the window saying Young Money, motherfucker + +[Verse 3: Boo] +Skinny nigga, fat pockets +Shoot you in the back, just to get your back poppin +What you know about fat profit +Cause I got that bitch, in my back poket +Went straight to the grove, skipped college +Yeah, you know, me and Mack, had them streets poppin +Stylin on you, I unload this volume on you +Young B, with 2 gloccs +Make a nigga see double off, one shot +Rocks in my chain, like Barney Rubble +This ain't an axadent, I was born to hustle +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy +They got so many pussy nigggas, they starting to police me +I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut +With the choppers, so dap m up, eat m for lunch +Shootin out the window saying Young Money, motherfuckerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lengendary CharactersIma legendary character listen to what im telling ya fold you up into sum paper den I just start mailing it smoking on da loud yea everybody smelling it people hatin on me bt I just depise my haters some people roll up in swishers sweets but I roll in khalifa papers and I think im on my grown shit im only 13 but I swear im on dat grown shit ciroc in my hand while im fuckin me a grown bitch sippin on da lean and the kush keep me stone bitch hatin on me im da spaceman spiff and dey call me pyrex king kuz I cook alot sniff bitch I dont fuck with you if u is a known snitch bitch and my rhymes is on and of like a fuckin light switch bitch. Lil Wayne: Uh Yea dem bitches call me tunechi and im known to steal yo girl just to get up in her cuchi in you know that she my girl cuz I only buy her gucci and dat need to free my nigga quick and his name lil boosie and ima fuqn legendary character like the legendary One said u betta listen to wat we telln ya n that 44 like a stamp so trust and believe that i'll be mailin ya tunechi is my name so all ya haters get it right and if im fuckin wit your mom den I am fucking her all right hahhaha yea tunechi muthafucka + +Chorus: Legendary Charaters(4 times) And u betta pay attention to what we fuckin telln ya kuz nigga me and tunechi is some Legendary CharactersEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Roc the Mic #2[Intro: Lil' Wayne] +Itz the SQAD, yea, yea, itz the Sqad, ya know +Itz the Sqad, ya know, yea , yea + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Itz Weezy, ya know +And Raw Dizzy +U know who we iz +U don't who we iz..then +All of yall should sqad up ya'self +And if you don't like it you can fuck ya'self + +[Verse 1: Raw Dizzy] +Itz feelz good when i'm after him +I'm young black azz slim +I'm click clat at him fo' practicin' +A brand new platnium whip, wit factories rims +Bitches never smack up them +They get they asses in +I'm dizzy, hot lyrics, i spit it +Nope, i'm not kiddin' +The boys hot-rific +You might see me ridin' in Tahoes +Flyin' wit models, sippin' on Heinkein bottles +Watchin' channels +Family thick like the Sopranos +Wit mo' bread than MacDonalds +In a whip fully dressed like systic primals +Like i'm a....u gotch yours..gotta have cheese like i'm nachos +I'm dizzy, the raw-diculous +Thatz the shit +Cause i been had what it takes to whip this bitch up +And..anyone who fucks wit Young Nut +Get a 12 gauge shotgun pump thru ya gutz +.yeeeaaa +[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] +Itz Weezy and his crew +The S-Q +And we know what to do +To go and get and get the loot +Yea..still watch how u goof around dude +Cause the dude still broom and move the whole room +Oohhh.. + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] + +[Verse 3: Young Yo] +Yo,U know +Stupid hoe +No i ain't cha daddy bitch +Niggas sittin' in da caddy bitch +And you better have my dough when u get at me bitch +Young Y-O +The boy is back +Bitch like Too Short, i wuz born to mac +With the throwback jersey, wit the fitted to the back +20's on the coupe +Man i did it like that +(he did like that!!) +I'll do it again +Good pussy make paper +The dude a pimp +I'm a player to the heart +Gang to the head +Straight to the bed +Do it straight to the head +S - Q- A to the D till i'm dead +Been lookin' for a pimp, bitch holla at red +U heard whut i said +Know open up ya legz +And make Weezy money spread +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] + +[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne] +Big 20's on the whip look slick +Leather seats, tele-v's, extra keys +My brotha fee-fee probably out wit cha chick +And bring her home if her mouth game sick +Don't get me wrong +I'm the don of the click +A hotboy, i stand alone in this biaatchh +My Glock toy all chrome +Click...clicckk +Sqad wit a chick +Check my tires as i ride by ya quick +Check my air hole tech +Make me give ya azz a air hole neck +And we only fuck wit ya girl fo' that hoe neck +Guess what +Sqad up +Baby thatz so next +Cash Money, lil'whizzle +Off glass, 500 degreez +Young Money +Money Young is a team +And the money ain't as young as it seem +Dollaz comin' +S-Q..weezy +Holla..i'm comin' +[Chorus: Lil Wayne]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +OpsOpsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Wayne Speaks[Lil Wayne] +Ayy yo what up world? This is ya man Lil Weezy F. Baby, believe that. The President, you understand me. Your checking out my people Mick Boogie, aye Mick!! Lets get into it how we do it, dawgEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Make It Rain (New Verse) (Live)And My Grill Is I'll +Ice Bright White Light Galil +Did I Do That +Throwin Up Signs +Like I'm In A Frat +Eagle Street Bitch +See Me When Ya Wanna +Sign Me As The Owner +Them Yellow Diamonds Lookin Like A Fridge Full Of Corronas +Gonnas +Ya See Through Like Cubic Zercoinia +And Me I Keep I Funky Like Pubic Aroma +Hit Em With The Glock +Put Em In A Coma +Now What That Boy Got Uhh Glockoma +My Weed Is Stronga +I Smell Grape +I Like Promethozine +I'm In A Snail Race +My Watch Reminds Me Of 88 +Because It's Got Crack Rocks As The F*ckin Face +Bitches Stick To Me Like Skotch Tape +Plenty Colors In The Chain Nigga F*ck Bape +Yeah, And I'm Kold Like Upstate +So Icy Like A Muthafukcin Cup Cake +And All The Bitches Feel My Feung Shwei +Biches Wanna Eat Me Alive +I'll Be Her EntreeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New song 2014Lil wayne new song 2014EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So Over You[Lil Wayne:] +No regrets at all, I'm high and I hope you can catch the fall +Welcome to my lecture hall, you can't shake my infection off +Take me to your leader and, I promise I will be the man +Swim until I see the sand, then die as soon as I reach the land +The water's over our hands, what happened to our plans +Swim until I see the sand, then die as soon as I reach the land! + +[Chorus:] +This is my resurrection, so fuck your resolution +I don't need no protection, I don't need your confusion +Don't know what to believe +Don't know what to believe +Don't know what to believe +Don't care what you believe +Cause I'm so over you, yeah I'm so over you +Yeah I fly over you, cause I'm so over you +[Shanell:] +Heeeey +I did everything by the book, book, book +Scribblin' (?) that I took, took, took +Find that you'll never (?) +Setting the setup to fall like the twins, you... struck +Show them a picture of my I.D +Better enough to prove that it's me +Look in the mirror +Now who should I... +[Chorus] +[Lil Wayne:] +Ha! +Don't know what to believe (huh) +Don't know what to believe (yeah) +Don't know what to believe (huh) +Don't care what you believe (yeah) +Don't know what to believe (huuuh) +Don't know what to believe (yeaaaaah) +Don't know what to believe (huuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaah) +Yeaah! +Huh!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Give Head (feat. Currency)Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us +Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us (no) +Now go down girl, give head, go down +Go down girl, give head, go down +Now go down, girl, give head, go down +Go down girl give head + +Now, momma's a hoe met her at a video with her face ready to go waiting for cameo +She say, i can tell you hustle, i can smell the coke +The money, you got a lot, i can smell the dough +I told her, keep her nose outta business of grown folks +She been to New Orleans twice never been through the ??? +Now her pocketbook nice, and her dress coal +But her teeth pearly white and her lips was swole +She bad, have you seen her? +My n*gga said I might aswell marry a diva, like Trina, I pleased her, she please me the same, hey +What's the beauty without the brain? + +Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head + +Right on the club, right in the club, shorty popped an x and gave me head right in the club +To be honest, I don't think we gonna go to my truck cause her cousin's with her and she looking better than her +Yeah, she's fat in the ass, slim in the waist, kinda pretty and she down to take the shit in the face +Licking all on her lips, cause she love how I taste +It's dripping on her chin, hope it don't fall on my ??? +Yeah, I'm glad I found ya, can't wait to bring Wayne and Mack Maine around ya +Gave me head in the pool and I damn near drowned her +Before I'd kiss that hoe, I'd rather kiss a perahna + +Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head + +Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us +Now I ain't saying she a dick sucker, but she ain't bout to get a kiss from us + +Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give head, go down Go down girl give head + +All my little divas, pay attention, just listen +If we ain't in Paris, then we ain't French kissin' +I'm tryna feel your tounge, I'm just tryna be the one +Give it to ya from the back and make you cough up a lung +Or give a little brain and cough up a sun +I bust two times and then I toss up a one +Now shake it baby, it took your momma 9 months to make you baby +Enter the bedroom, we won't make a baby +Get your kneee pads on, no skating baby +So get your aprons baby +She said, I think it's a boy, she ate the baby + +Now go down girl, give head, go down Go down girl, give head, go down Now go down, girl, give headEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +504 Jordan[Chorus] +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 + +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 + +[Interlude] +Dro, fuck with me! Yeah + +[Verse 1] +Live from the 504 +It's Mr. Crazy Flow +Jumping like a bungee, no rope +Even in the dungeon I glow +Even if it ain't sunny I glow +If it ain't about money I go – +Nowhere, I'm nailed to the floor +Money controls where I go +It is the sail to my boat +And it's going down +It's going down like there's a whale in the boat +See, you can smell that I smoke +And yep, I sip that lean +You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed +I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big +So I don't have time to deal with Willy the Squid +L-L-Lilly pad niggas, l-l-look at the monster +Y-Y-You don't want to crash, like La-La-La Bamba +See it's me, Roney, and Terry +And my new drop is berry +Watermelon, plum, just call it fruit punch +I'm an old rapper getting new bucks +And all you new rappers, you're just new lunch +[Chorus] +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 + +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 +Live from the 504 + +[Verse 2] +Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes +A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness +I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death +I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec" +In the middle of the war, where my enemy at? +I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back +'Cause every time I hit a track I'm like an energy pack +The instruments are crying out "Where the sympathy at?" +Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back +Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that +I walked right in hip hop, like "Where my dinner be at?" +I ate that, and I was like "Where my dinner be at?" +I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back +Got two bitches in my pants, quiet, neither them that +A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that +Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that +And to the kids – Drugs kill, I'm acknowledging that +But when I'm on the drugs, I don't have a problem with that +And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch +And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch +Pow!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro (The Carter #2 Mixtape)[DJ Khaled:] +This DJ Khaled, the Don Dada +Big dog [?] +[?] Novacaine +Listen +Yeah Cash Money +My nigga Birdman +Lil Wayne +AKA Weezy F Baby +This ain't no mixtape niggas +This is a gift from Cash Money +For the streets +Oh it's about to be a problem +Eh yo Birdman + +[Birdman:] +Yeah + +[DJ Khaled:] +Let these niggas know + +[Birdman:] +Yeah +You already know what it do +What this shit do, what it got to do +[?] you heard me, nigga? +Uptown in this bitch +One love to my city +Nigga I'm talking New Orlands +The whole New Orlands nigga, you understand me? +Y'all know what this like +Y'all know what this doing +Y'all know what I be like +[?] whatever +That's how I got to do it +[?] +This Tha Carter 2 +Part 2, Like Father Like Son +You know I always been about money +[?] uptown nigga +You understand me, nigga? +[?] +[?] +[?] +[?] +[?] +[?] +[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No ass nigas[Hook: Detail] +You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries)x3 +See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries)x3 +You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) +Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries +You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there +See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi in this bitch, errybody should be worried +Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' me I feel buried +And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant +Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private +Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers +Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear’ll have to bear with us +And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep +All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up shit’s creek +You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas +It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years +All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it +B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart +On my private jet and my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga +I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers +You don't get dissed, you get disfigured +She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry +I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries +Tunechi +[Hook: Detail] + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +We ain't got no worries +She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries +She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?" +She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you trynna be funny!" +Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong +I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar +That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose +These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show +I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho +You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat +Bitch it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries +I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story +YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, UH HUH, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABY! + +[Hook: Detail] + + +X +“You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat” +He fucks her oral and vaginal, he does it for so long, and he is so big he makes it sore +“Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out chea, no worries no worries” +He is Tunechi, He is out in the hood hustlin running from cops with no worries1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sex FacesTell us that you would like to have the lyrics of this song. Then we'll make it our highest priority to find these lyrics first! +Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Iris is awesomeIris is the shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fly Talkin’ Go Home..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +InvasionTell us that you would like to have the lyrics of this song. Then we'll make it our highest priority to find these lyrics first! +Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Chi Chi[Missing Lyrics]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Two Words[Intro: Lil Wayne & Dizzy] +Chyeah +What’s really good, Dizzy? +Chyeah +It’s your nigga Weezy Baby, man +Yeah +I’m in the building with you, man +I see you nigga +Solo dough is the best dough +I be you, nigga +Let’s get ‘em + +[Hook: Dizzy] +We in the streets, nigga, get your mail +It’s only two places to go, nigga: dead or in jail +Yo +Ayo, ayo +Look, now throw your hands up, hustlas, gangstas, bustas +Wankstas, everybody, fuck that +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Two words: lil nigga; small feet, short arms +Lil Wayne, Weezy Baby, motherfucking Hot Boy +Pop me, hate me, I’ll be right there +Two more: Young Money, Cash Money millionaire +Two words: Uptown, one-seven, rep that +Nine-six, young me, Front Street, wet crack +Two words: black shit, black card, black fit +Back door, black gun, black clip, silver bullet +Red shit, headshot, dead quick, sad death +If anyone said shit, everybody snooze +Two birds, shaved them, turned them to pavement +Drought come, raise them price tags, break them +White flags, wave them high if try him +What? Why? Three words: “Die, nigga, die” +Two words: two-seaters, two blunts +Two thirds of the time, Reel with me +Singing like a hummingbird +You heard shit right, Carter here, get right +Niggas better hold on, bitches better sit tight +Two words: high-yellow, long hair, thick size +Sixth side, naughty girl, good girl, Uptown +All-time playa playa, good game, hood rich +Don’t be fooled, got tools like Goodrich +Two words: blap-blap! Aftermath, white sheets +After that, clear block, ghost town, white streets +Still going, won’t stop, paid quick, never that +Hot Boys, as a group, nothing can compare to that +Two words: bounce back, bounce-di-bounce back +Dig this, bid that, how you loving that? +Power move, yeah, Dizzy, get dough, get more +If not, what we spitting for? Shit +Prada cap, Prada jeans, Prada kicks, Prada sack +Who’s that boy? Boy, two words: holla back +[Hook: Dizzy] +Look, now throw your hands up, hustlas, gangstas, bustas +Wankstas, everybody, fuck that +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, listen + +[Verse 2: Dizzy] +Yeah, two letters, two numbers: AK-47 (Yeah) +Sending y’all bitch niggas to two words: Hell or Heaven +Better tell the reverend and confess to your sins +And hope God forgive the fake shit that you did (Pussy) +Downtown, Uptown, stand up +Bitch niggas, man up; M-Zone, that’s us +Big gun, two clips; lil’ gun, few tips +Dum-dum, flip-flip, numb-numb, stiff-stiff +Yeah, it’s like back-back and forth-forth +Snap back the four-four and *pap!* at your throat +No yap-yapping no more, fuck who hates me +I live by two words: “Fuck you, spray me” +Yeah, yeah, what? Who? Wait, we +Come through eight deep, everybody move! +Damn, bam, what’s loose, ain’t me +Takeover games …EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Speedin’Legendary, Runners, you know me +Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, Trilla +Oh oh oh, oh oh oh + +Every dollar that I count can't go in my account +My accountant can't count up all my money in a hour +?Cause it's comin? too fast and I'm scared it won't last +Look that white girl in her face, told her this was her last dance + +Goddamn, speedin' got my heart racin? +I don't have the nominations you could blame that on my occupation +Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace +You're not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average + +In the Benz, AK, ridin? shotgun +It's a Benz ?cause you're broke ?til you got one +It ain't nothin' doin? 100 in the Maybach +Throwin? money out the roof motherfuck the brake pads + +Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs +Speedin?, I'm speedin? +I can't stop, it's all I know +From a youngin? I was taught get doe +I'm speedin?, speedin?, I'm speedin? + +These people came lookin? for me, shit I got ghosts +See the West Coast close up in the Montrose +Big money, boss major +American Idol, I got fans like Fantasia +Read between the lines or yo' ass like Fantasia +Get hit between the eyes, he died, they can't save him +In a Porsche, I'm weavin? +No dough, but I'm speedin? + +I'm starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind +I'm the best and these pussy niggas runnin' out of time +Ricky Ross, I'm the chill, quarter mill for the timepiece +Yeah, I bought a wheels like deals with the dime beats + +Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs +Speedin?, I'm speedin? +I can't stop, it's all I know +From a youngin? I was taught get doe +I'm speedin?, speedin?, I'm speedin? + +Sittin? in the livin' room, watchin' The Grammys +Wishin' that was me that was on The Grammys +All I needed was someone to get behind me +Money rain on me! + +I was a determined ill nigga, dirty shoes and Hilfiger +Homie helped me out 'cause his boy was a drug dealer +Now I'm flyin? high ?cause my gifts grew wings +And now I'm flyin? down like the coupe grew wings +Kells and Ross on the Hollywood scene +Red carpet and we smellin? like green +Now I floss ?cause I got paid off +Collabo was the Hip Hop and R&B boss, oh! + +Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs +Speedin?, I'm speedin? +I can't stop, it's all I know +From a youngin? I was taught get doe +I'm speedin?, I'm speedin?, I'm speedin? + +E-Class, I think somebody followin? me +Meet me at the helipad, Mickey Beach +I'm worth fifteen million baby +I'm tryin' to blow it all in one week! + +Fuckin' wit you, Triple see?s, it?s the Boss +(I'm speedin I'm speedin') +I'm a fly away on you haters +I done came up so fast +Movies, endorsements, films +(I'm speedin I'm speedin') +We own things, Boss!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +This Is The Way We Sqad[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +I'm Weezy Baby, back on tha scene, underground king +Pimp C and Bun, you my fathers im your son +Group on 21s, barkin' up tha ride +But really I ain't trippin' I jus' like ta be high +Nigga we SQAD, we real, we pure +Baby blue ferrari of tha Nellyville tour +And we could all eat til our belly get full +If not we show our teeth and Mack 11's get pull +But that's another story, lets get back ta this thang +Righ na me and Fi negotiating buy tha Saints +We might buy tha Rams, we might buy tha Hornets +It's scary boy young money cause all them bitches garbage +Your beef it better squash it caise right na we jus' marching +If ya ain't in tha band on expand it cost a margin +My hands is often frosty cause tha band on tha corner fifty grand on my fortress + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +This is the way we SQAD +And we like ta floss +Weezy is tha boss +I represent that dirty dirty dirty dirty Souf +And we ridin' chops +Tha ones that never stop +Tha Young Money boys and we SQAD this shit out +[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] +It's Gutta Gutta +Streets representer +Big Benz whiper +I like Lion Hearts but I rather ride spinners +I'm smokin' on that killa, I'm higha than a bitch +We signed ta Cash Money, Young Money got rich +Now you see we ball, now you see tha SQAD +We pullin' up in 10 different color bubble cars +I'm on a world tour and don't gotta album +It dont make sense but i make a lotta cabbage +I'm tryna get rich +I'm tryna get paid +I rip tha damn show and get head backstage +I'm livin' in tha range, like I'm in a cage +I pull that thang out and send a couple ta yo brains +I don't like tha cops man mothafuckin' Feds +I represent Sqad Up til I'm muthafuckin' dead +A muthafuckin' red stand taller than a muhafuckin' hater Gutta Gutta +What tha fuck up! + +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] + +[ Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] +I'm thinkin' 22's fa my bitch new Benz +I'm thinkin' 2 new Benzes fa my bitch two friends +I'm thinkin' no top in any kinda weather +I'm thinkin' smokin purple and blueberry togetha' +I'm feelin' all hawain punch is up fa' serve +I'm feelin' fuck what 'cha say and fuck what 'cha heard +I'm feelin' Sqad Up tha shit, I know ya smell it +And tell me we gon' do numbers like Nelly +Fa' sure! +[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda] +And I know Young Money bout ta fuck up tha game +And I know ya like that shit Gutta spitt'n with Wayne +And I know I rock platinum, fuck tha silvery chain +And I know niggas dissin' but I don't know they names +And I make bitches scream when I step out tha coupe +And I make tha kids ask me where tha fuck is your roof +And I make tha rawest shit when I step out tha booth +I'm livin' Gutta muthafucka, how bout you? + +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My MomentTell us that you would like to have the lyrics of this song. 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That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sebastian how to loveFuck all you haters i hate emiit till pussy ass nigga shit out headed mother fuckerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Red Magic (Live)[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare, ha + +[Verse 1: The Game] +Weezy Baby, tell 'em we amazin' +Better yet an Army, the U.S. Navy +Then tell Slim, I was raised on Cash Money +They can't kick me out of shit, I ain't Dame Dash dummy +I'm the ( ) pass a hundred in that red Ferrari +Me and Weezy Blood brothers, we got red Ferraris +Red tops in the hood, red tops on Bacardi +Red tops on top models at the after party +Before S dot Carter was Brooklyn's step-father +I was getting G money like Nino at the Carter +I was just a baby, like the face on the third Carter +Even had a baby face, like Tracy Evan's baby father +Nigga, so you know what I mean +When I say I get the money like a money machine, yeah +I'm in L.A. Gasol-in' +But when I'm in New Orleans, you can call it Chris Paul-in' +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare, ha + +[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] +Okay, holla at ya blood +It's Big Dog Weezy, in that big dog breezin' +With the wig off, it ain't easy to go this hard +But Weezy go this hard, like pussy right in front me +I get pussy, I get money, I don't get none of ya'll niggas +Like two, three, I'm after every one of ya'll niggas +What am I saying? I'm ahead of all of ya'll niggas +And mine gon' shine like Armor All hit us +Hah! I wear that chopper like a uniform +You bitch niggas never see me like a unicorn +Who the boy make the girls go crazy +I got that Red Magic, unbelievable, amazin' +Hey, it's a beautiful day +I'm feelin' like the father of a sun ray +Like Jamie, Foxx or box like Floyd May' +If the weather right, I play the red box Porsche-ay +C'mon +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare, ha + +[Verse 3: The Game] +We in the house like a home invasion +And this time I'm gon' shine like the chrome on Dayton's +You can wait on Detox or you can have more patience +Baby sip that patrone as we get wasted +Weezy, we sip lean, me I just taste it +We be soakin' up syrup like a waffle house apron +Infrared beam go back to the basement +I'mma street king, ask dude from the Matrix +Yeah, Cash Money in the basement +Me and Slim like the Hot Boys with a face lift +Translation, it's Freddy versus Jason +Who your favorite rapper, me and Weezy will erase them +And if they gettin' money then, we will paper chase them +With beams that glow in the dark like Kanye's stage shit +Then we highjackin' Kanye's spaceship +And land it on the Red Carpet at the VMA's bitch +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Red Porsches, red portraits +Red guns if you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare come near the fortress +Don't you dare, haEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nigga Money HoesLil Weezy babY!!!!!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +MARKED FOR DELETION[ShovelBoye} +I'm a shovel dude +I'm a shovely guy + +I'm from the futurrr......EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kake Time[Intro] +Weezy +Stuntin' on these hoes +Lets get it Po' + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Fuck these hoes +I call 'em chicken coop +Love these hoes +Tell 'em not to do +Gotta bag full of money +Call that money bag +My bitch on a leash +Call her doggy rag +The polls closin' +Get your vote in +I fuck her with a bag +Call that ba-ggin' +Uh, call that ba-ggin' (Yeah) + +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Kake Time bitch +I eat it all +Put the icing +On my balls +Yeah, weezy +Kake time bitch +Fuck a bitch nigga +She fucked that bitch nigga +And got AIDS +[Verse 2 : Lil Wayne] +Its my birthday +Thanks for listening to the song2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Ballad of the Human[Chorus 1] +Take some clay and a little dirt +Mold it up give it shape +Breathe in life, make it hurt +Show it love, let it escape + +[Verse 1] +The day he escaped was the day he died +In the sun shined rays of thought +The day he died wouldn’t be the last time +But when he ran was when he was caught +Have you seen the inside of love? +I’ve only asked this question once before +Have you lived in the world up above? +Everyday I speak as I’m ignored + +[Chorus 2] +Take some clay and a little dirt +Mold it up, help it stand +Breathe in life, make it learn +Never reach out to take its hand + +[Verse 2] +The day she found him was the day she died +A world is never clear with intentions +The day she died she gained her pride +Her decision marks her incomprehension +Who do you think of right away? +I heard someone close is gone +If I haven’t thought of them once everyday +To the creation is where I have withdrawn +[Chorus 3] +Take some dirt and a little clay +Serve its purpose, mold it up +Breathe in life, watch it decay +Let me love and corruptEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Haaan part 2...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sippin’[Intro] + + + + +[Verse: 1]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Red RoverLyrics not availiableEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Haaan pt 3[Hook:] +You took a shot, all brick +Had to call the dogs off, they was all on "sick" (Looorrrd) +I rolled the Raw so big, in the car and the fog so thick +Got these brauds so pissed +They want allllll my shit, girl get off my- (Loooorrrd) +Three shots and they all gon' stick +I'm rollin' with an all-star clique + +[Verse 1: Church St] +My new tape, too ape +A new week, a new bae +It’s too late for the groom’s sake, Church Street known in a few states (niggaaaaa) +I give em two dates then I Lupe +Tryna fuck some old schoolmates, ‘fore the word get around and they only come around for the coin +I’m too paid and they two-faced +Girls wanna talk, if you cute, I’m a fruitcake +But if not, then I gotta keep it straight witcha +Every Tuesday, I be on the same liquor +Walking out the bank like the main villain +Pockets on Thanksgiving +I drive a Honda and that thang tinted, so they can't see the girl who blaaaaaze in it +When it comes to boys, I'm Asian persuuuuaaaading 'em +Make 'em say my name like my main nigga + +[Bridge:] +Oooh I should feel ashamed, but I don't feel a thang +Nah, I don't feel a thang but the painkillers +Yeah, I should feel ashamed, but I don't feel a thang +Nah, I don't feel a thang, nigga! +[Hook:] +You took a shot, all brick +Had to call the dogs off, they was all on "sick" (Looorrrrd) +I rolled the raw so big, in the car and the fog so thick +Got these brauds so pissed +They want allllll my shit, girl get off my- (Looorrrrd) +Three shots and they all gon' stick +I'm rolling with an all-star cliqueEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cannon (Extended)[Produced by DJ Don Cannon] + +[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Yeah +AMG's the gang! +Dedication 2 +Drama +Pay attention! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby +Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the (My nigga Don Cannon!) +Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope (Oh!) +I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons +One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy +That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me +Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming +Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach +Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit, I vomit—got it? +One egg short of the omelet +Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg +And tell him, 'Catch up,' like mayonnaise"; um— +I'm the sickеst nigga doing it—bet that, baby +These othеr niggas dope; I'm wet crack, baby, yes! +Get back, get back, boy, this a setback +Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap +Rest assured, I rest in a azure +Me and my chauffer got a (Cannon!) +Sometimes I gotta let my girl hold the (Cannon!) +I think I'm bout to put some pearl on the (Cannon!) +Yeah! And guess what boy? +You know a nigga just got papers on the (Cannon!) +And I just got off paper for the (Cannon!) +Now I can go and get some paper with this (Cannon!) +What you on? +Them boys pussy, born without a backbone +And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones +Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on +I aim at the moon, and get my howl on +Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush +And when it come to that paper, I stack books ha +You heard what I said +I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head +Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee +Shout out my nigga Fee +See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key +You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see +It's about money, it's bigger than me +I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me" (Gangsta!) +Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman +Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you +Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) +Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) +Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) +Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you +Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) +Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) +Nigga, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Long weekIts been a long week +Off to bed now luv u guys but peace!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Can’t Be Broken (Live On SNL)[Intro] +Ladies and gentleman, Lil Wayne + +[Chorus: Halsey & Lil Wayne] +You cannot break down what can't be broken (Yeah) +Out of all the rain clouds, I was chosen (Yeah) +When all of the lights, they get low (Low) +And all of the curtains, they close (Close) +You cannot break down what can't be broken + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, they can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakable +They scared to face the truth because they hate the view +They taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' loose +Should I throw up the deuce, should I wave the deuce? +In 1982, momma taped me to a space shuttle +Say now I'm raising you, ain't no baby food +Unless you go and take the neighbors food +Be afraid of who? I made the loot +Money went from army green to navy blue +I said salute, bulletproof, I gave 'em proof +Twisted like tornadoes too +Man, I like my head a screw +Man, I'ma need some crazy glue +Her walls is what I'm breaking through +Her nails, she gone break a few +You can never break me down, and I can't hit the brakes for you, errr +[Chorus: Halsey & Lil Wayne] +You cannot break down what can't be broken (Broken) +Out of all the rain clouds, I was chosen (Chosen) +When all of the lights, they get low (They get low) +And all of the curtains, they close (They close) +You cannot break down what can't be broken + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne & Halsey] +G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code +We bros (Can't be broken) +We bros, we bros, we can't break for these bros +G-code (Can't be broken) + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I ain't finna break or fix the brakes +You emulate, I'm laughing in your face +So fix your face, I can't disintegrate, 'cause I facilitate a mil' a day +For like a million days +Least the bills are paid, the children safe +Want to get away? No, I'm here to stay +I'm really great, but don't discriminate +'Cause I done seen a mirror break behind a pretty face +Stickin' out your chest, is really fake +Don't make me pick your fate +I'm pickin' out a mate, get replaced +The heart was built to break +Smoking icky, watching Ricki Lake +Got a lawyer that turn any case into a pillow case +My killers straight, do some Q&A +You saw the news today +Got news to break, rules to break +It hurt to say, they want to see Lil Tune to break +It's worth the wait, commercial break +[Chorus: Halsey & Lil Wayne] +You cannot break down what can't be broken (G-code) +Out of all the rain clouds, I was chosen (G-code) +When all of the lights, they get low (They get low) +And all of the curtains, they close (They close) +You cannot break down what can't be broken + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne & Halsey] +G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code +We bros (Can't be broken) +We bros, we bros, we can't break for these bros +G-code (Can't be broken) + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +To all the veterans, thank youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +MakeMonster Voice : +Hey Avo, Hey Kevin +Whats your thoughts + +Hook : +I can throw some rice and make her dance (what) +I made you forget about your man (ay ay) +Tell her hop on my lap (Yuh KevinJay) +I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh) + +I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh yuh yuh) +I made you forget about your man (ay ay) +Tell her hop on my lap (yuh yuh) +I can throw some rice and make her dance (ay ay) + +Verse 1 : +Ya I just love you +Your the only thing that makes me feel human too (skr skr) +Yaaa i just i wanna be your +Mann ya ya + +Yuhhh I don't want fake love +I just want your big butt +Yuh yuh yuh (ay ay) + +Ya sipping lean everyday (everyday) +Never thought that you would be my babe (babe) +Ya I love you everyday (everyday) +Why don't you love me babe (yuh yuh yuh) +Hook : +I can throw some rice and make her dance (ay ay) +I made you forget about your man (yuh yuh) +Tell her hop on my lap (skrr skrr) +I can throw some rice and make her dance (ay ay) + +I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh yuh) +I made you forget about your man (kevinjay though) +Tell her hop on my lap (yuh yuh) +I can throw some rice and make her dance (lil avo) + +Verse 2 : +Yuh people got me thinking that your just really quick +(but your not that thick) (thick thicky) +Ayyy why don't you just say (skrr skrr) +Sayyy are you straight (yuh) + +Baby I love you +Baby I need you +Baby I wanna hug you +Baby you mean so much +Baby I love you +Why don't you be my girl (ay) + +Ayy don't give me fake (skrr skrr) +Love I just want your (yuh yuh) +Butt on me +I just say this (yuh) +Monster Voice : +I just want one dance (ahhhhh) +Hook : +I can throw some rice and make her dance (what what) +I made you forget about your man (skrr skrr) +Tell her hop on my lap (ay ay) +I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh yuh yuh) + +I can throw some rice and make her dance (ay ay) +I made you forget about your man (skrr skrr) +Tell her hop on my lap (yuh yuh) +I can throw some rice and make her dance (yuh yuh yuh)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On Fire (Promo Only clean edit)Chorus: +Mama badd +Mama mean +Gasoline +Shes on fire +Put her out +As a matter fact +Take her out +Cuz shes on fire +Got on my knees and asked my lord to keep me clear from the devil +Cuz my girl shes shes on fire +Yea and everything is so cool +Yea + +Now i want them back shots +I want them back shots +I say shawty let me play up in dat matchbox +And shes on fire yea +Shawty shawty let a nigga rub his stick against her matchbox +And shes on fire +Shes steamin shes screamin shes shes creamin +Shes feidin +I redem it i get betwenn dat +Like her like her like her +Now hit me +And now shes on fire i left her steamin +Yea but everything so sweet (shes on) +Uh shes hot as hell +Lets call he helan +Fireman to her rescue like 911 +Fucking rite i make her hot +She got the devil in her +I do watever wit her +Hells angel i pluck her feathers nigga +I am the fire spitter i start a fire wit her +Ok her flames high but i am higher nigga +So i invite her up and then i lite her up uh + +2 Chorus: +Mama bad +Mama mean +Kerosine +Shes on fire +Put her out +As a matter fact +Take her out +(shes on) +Got on my knees and asked my lord to keep me clear from the devil +Cuz my girl shes on fire yea +But everything is so cool (shes on) + +Now hit me haha wooo +Shes on fire +Yea (shes on fire) +I left her steamin +Yea and now shes on fire +But its cool +Chorus: +Mama badd +Mama mean +Gasoline +Shes on fire +Put her out +As a matter +Ta ta take her out +Cuz shes on fire +Shes steamin shes screamin shes creamin +Shes feidin i redem it i get between dat like i mean it +Hahaha then i leave her steamin +Shes on fire +Stunnin girl +But everythings so coolEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Watch Them PeopleIt was the summer of 2001 +And I saw the whole fuckin thing +Yo! Can I say fuck on tv? +These guys had on some squad, shit! +It was Lil' Wayne, two puppies, one child, and a dike +But not just any dike, Dick Van Dike +Hey, can I give a few shotouts to my people? +Yo mom! Yo dad! What's up? Cool! I'm on tv! +Hey, I been tellin them guys to get off the corner! +(I mean y'all know I'm good for...)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Prom Queen (Promo Only clean edit)I loved her fancy underwear +I set behind her every year +Waiting for the chance to get +To tell her I'm the one she should be with +Shes' popular with all the guys +So innocent in my eyes +I could see her in my life +She would've had the world if she was mine + +But see she had other plans +I couldn't understand +Her and her stupid friends +Varsity's biggest fans +Never forget the day +She laughed and walked away +And I couldn't stop her +I guess she had it all + +She had it all figured out +But she left me with a broken heart +Fucked around and turned me down +Cause she didn't think I could play the part +But now the prom queen,the prom queen +Is crying sitting outside of my door +She you never know how +How everything could turn around +Uhh +They loved her fancy underwear +Every boyfriend every year +She tried to keep em entertained +When they can hardly remember her name +She did everything she could just to +To make him love and treat her good +Just to find herself alone +Asking herself where did she go wrong-ong-ong + +She didn't realise +She chased the type of guys +That don't believe in ties +Trying to apologise +Never forget the day +She laughed and walked away +And I couldn't stop her +I guess she had it all + +She had it all figured out +But she left me with a broken heart +Fucked around and turned me down +Cause she didn't think I could play the part +But now the prom queen,the prom queen +Is crying sitting outside of my door +She you never know how +How everything could turn around +Get up! + +She had it all figured out +But she left me with a broken heart +Fucked around and turned me down +Cause she didn't think I could play the part +But now the prom queen,the prom queen +Is crying sitting outside of my door +She you never know how +How everything could turn aroundEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get It OnWhen i'm down in the studio +Tryin' to make a track +My girl be at home and lovin' my back +And everytime I say that's what i'm doin' +She don't think that's what i'm doin' +When it's her that i'd rather be doin' + +But right now i'm in the studio +Making this track +My girl at home n lovin my back +She blowin' on my phone +She tells me she's alone +I say I won't be long +Let me finnish this song + +But right now i'm in the studio +Eatin' this track +My girl at home beggin' me to come back +Okay i'm comming home +And when i get home +Girl I'ma kill it like i'm killin this song + +But right now i'm in the studio +Man just record me +And even with an equlizer you couldn't pause me +Haha, yeah, this is the office +Come be my secretary baby this is the office +In my office I was a nine to five +But you can be my six to ten +I'ma say it again +My office i was a nine to five +But you can be my six to ten + +But right now i'm in the studio +And everytime I try to say that's what i'm doin' +She just think it's an exuse +And i'm all tryin' to get some new pussy +I tell her i'm a hustler baby +And new money feels better than new pussy +But right now i'm in the studio +And everytime i try to say that's what i'm doin' +She just think it's an exuse +And i'm all tryin' to get some new +Okay, honey i'm home +And yeah i'm top +And if i fall asleep then shawty +I'ma fall asleep in your bedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How to kissHow to love beloved girlfriendEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yapboz.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Hustle (Solo OG)[Missing Lyrics]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Jades[EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Haaaan..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Wayne: “I want off this label”On December 4th, 2014, Rolling Stone reported that Lil Wayne wanted freedom from his record label, Cash Money. This news surprised many fans, as Wayne had worked for them his entire career. Furthermore, this development came almost a week before his album was set to be released, "Tha Carter V." The album had already been delayed once, and Wayne claims Cash Money is holding it back.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lantern12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How many Sins.VEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tout va mieux[Intro] + +Tout va mieux +Depuis que j'prends moins de médicaments +J'ouvre les yeux +J'arrête Unreal Tournament + +[Couplet unique] +Si le ciel tourne gros +Reste pas en place, (nan) +Ne t'endors pas, (eh) +Mets des échasses +Si une meuf me trompe, (oh) +Tant mieux pour elle +L'Espagne c'est pas loin +J'irai m'taper une arménienne, (ah) +J'suis trop triste mais ça s'voit pas +J'me contredit dans tout mes choix +Un jour j'suis chef de chantier +Le lendemain j'suis avocat + +[Outro] + +J'suis avocat, j'suis avocat (ahh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Iim so over youNo regrets at all, im high and I hope you catch the fall +Welcome to my lecture hall, you can't shake my infection off +Take me to your leader and I promise I will be the man +Swim until I see the sand then die soon as I reach the land +The waters over our hands, what happened to our plans +Swim until I see the sand then die soon as I reach the land + +This is my resurrection so fuck your resolution +I don't need your protection, I don't need your confusion +Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe +Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe +'Cause im so over you, yeah im so over you +Yeah I fly over you 'cause im so over you + +I did everything by the book (book), book (book) +Scribbling all over all of the notes that I took (took), took (took) +Find that you're no better than a crook, ooh +Setting the setup to fall like the twins you struck +Showed them a picture of my I.D +That ain't enough to prove that it's me +Look in the mirror, now who should I believe + +This is my resurrection so fuck your resolution +I don't need your protection, I don't need your confusion +Don't know what to believe, don't know what to believe +Don't know what to believe, don't care what you believe +'Cause im so over you, yeah im so over you +Yeah I fly over you, yeah im so over you +Don't know what to believe (unh) +Don't know what to believe (yeah) +Don't know what to believe (unh) +Don't care what you believe (yeah) +Don't know what to believe (unh) +Don't know what to believe (yeah) +Don't know what to believe (unh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Young Money Roster Intro[Interviewer] +Young Money Records, that's the future what's happening with that? + +[Lil Wayne] +That's everything, that's my baby, you know? +That's my, tha-that's my everything. Every artist, I'm so happy about my label I feel like a, like it's a basketball team right before the season and I'm glad about all of my players like, my staff, I'm glad 'bout motherfuckers in the skybox, trainers, everything. We good, we ready. + +[Interviewer] +Who do we need to look out for? + +[Lil Wayne] +Everybody. Young Money, anybody who come out under Young Money, this is our game like-th-we, like they're all better than me, they're all better than me. That's why I came on first. They all gon' love me. So, so once they come out y'all don't forget about me, but do I try to BOOM put myself in there in front like, they comin' boy I tell you. Oh my god, we got 12-year-olds, 14-year-olds, this is crazy. + +[Interviewer] +Couple of names we should look out for? + +[Lil Wayne] +Tyga Tyga, Jae Millz, Kidd Kidd, Mack Maine, Lil Chuckee, Lil Twist, Nicki Minaj, Drake, Bobby Valentino, maybe Lil Scrappy in a minute.We totin' it big! + +[Interviewer] +Wow!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fink allFunk all this bichEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Phone.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Round Table BeatsHttps://soundcloud.com/rtp_beats + +Https://www.youtube.com/c/RoundTableBeatsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Los Angeles Girls{Pre-Chorus} +(Los Angeles girls, Los Angeles girls +I ever need you, and you be on my brain +Yeah) + +{Chorus} +Los Angeles girls , They be trapping in my hood +They be going for my wood, And they made me understood +That these girls are all lying, And they love it when your dying +Keep you talkin till you tryin, When your close they leave you crying (Its all fake tho) +Why she coming on so slow? Why she dont wanna go? +Hanging with the rest I’m like a ghost +I go insane, She in my brain +She must be tamed, it ain’t my job, but I’m in love + +And that’s a curse and it hurts +They say it’s better for the worst +I am around her she gone flirt + +My money be going down +Give it all to her she proud +Think she got me feeling sound + +Now the people make you think that the money is insane +And it keeps you in your lane, and it makes you start to gain +But once the racks started coming in i felt the same +That i was empty all inside (all inside) +And I put the Wraith in park and ran right up the stairs +Got inside the studio and started diggin in my hair +Tryna find the best lines to make all of this be fair +Yeah I’m pretty fortunate but the victories ain’t there + +I wanna live right now +And I’m tired of the pain, they be hittin me right now +She down to hang right now +Right after i glowed up and the $’s comin in right now + +And now I’m flying +I see you lying +Don’t mess with me not more +Please no + +{Pre- Chorus} +(Los Angeles girls, Los Angeles girls +I ever need you, and you be on my brain +Yeah) + +{Chorus} +Los Angeles girls , They be trapping in my hood +They be going for my wood, And they made me understood +That these girls are all lying, And they love it when your dying +Keep you talkin till you tryin, When your close they leave you crying (Its all fake tho) +Why she coming on so slow? Why she dont wanna go? +Hanging with the rest I’m like a ghost +I go insane, She in my brain +She must be tamed, it ain’t my job, but I’m in loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pls delete thisHEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tie My HandssJ'ai tout perdu mais je ne suis pas le seul +D'abord est passé l'ouragan, ensuite le soleil du matinEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +HShe will[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Young Money! +Yeah +Four +Ahem! + +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga!" +I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her +Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less +I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet +Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness +So on my Libra scale I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness +What goes around comes around like a hula hoop +Karma is a bitch? Well, just make sure that bitch is beautiful +Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet +I tried to pay attention but attention paid me +Haters can't see me: nose-bleed sеats +And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap +I rock to the bеat of my drum set +I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet +But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit +Now jump up on that dick and do a full split! + +[Hook: Drake] +Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga +And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real." +And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second." +I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel +I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here +Baby, you know the deal +And she bad, so maybe she won't, ugh +But shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, yeah +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, she will, she will, ugh +Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now +She will, she will, she will (Ugh) +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Yeah + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for me!" +Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me +And you could take it to the bank and deposit that +Put your two cents in and get a dollar back +Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack +I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back +I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine +Eat her 'til she cry—call that "wine 'n' dine" +Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses +They say, "Choose wisely," that's why I was chosen +Rockin' like asphalt, it's the cash fault +Looked in the face of Death and took its mask off +Now, I like my house big and my grass soft +I like my girl face south and her ass north +But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit +Now hop up on that dick and do a full split! + +[Hook: Drake] +Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga +And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real." +And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second." +I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel +I wish we could take off +And go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal +‘Cause she bad so maybe she won't +Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will +Do it for the realest niggas +In the fuckin' game right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas +In the fuckin' game right now, she will +Maybe for the money and the power +And the fame right now, she will +Do it for the realest niggas +In the fuckin' game right now, she will +[Outro: Drake] +Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga +And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real." +And I say I ain't doubt you for a second +I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I'm get to it) +I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal +(Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising) +'cause she bad, so maybe she won't +Uh, but shit then again maybe she will +Carter 4 Tunechi +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, she will, she will +Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now +She will, she will, she will +Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now +She will, she will, she will +I think I love herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No quitter Go Getta[Intro] +Michael Phelps, this for you, baby! + +[Verse 1] +I'm goin' for the gold, my heart is in control +My mind is on succeed and I am in the lead +Don't buy into the schemes, the science or strategy +Just giant N-U-Ts brings triumph and belief +I'm a lion or a dean, inspired by the green +Never tired or fatigued, never defiant to my team +Never lying on the thing until I'm lying on the thing +Hooked to wires and things; I'ma die as a king +If I don't do it now, I'ma try it again +And when I do accomplish it, I'ma try it again +I'm a riot, insane; I'm a lion, my mane +Hangs down to my strings and they're tied to the game +I stay dry when it rain, I'm tired of the fame +Got everything to gain and I'm proud of the pain +The pride and the plain, the wise and the strange +Denied by the sane; besides, we're the same +Who's guiding the train? Who's flyin' the plane? +Who's driving the lane? Who dies when it bang? +Who fires when it bang? Who lies in the aim? +Two lives in the drain; who cries when they sang? +You hide but you can't; you high but you ain't +I advise you to think; you'll find what you can't +Revive what you taint, survive what you paint +Super-size what you shrank: the fries and the drank +Admired as a saint, defined by my rank +Combined with my strength, my time and my length +I'ma iron out the kinks; yes, I'm on the brink +And in the eye of my wink, I'ma retire in the bank +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +And I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta + +[Verse 2] +Victory consistantly +Train all year to be the enemy's misery +No stress visibly, neither does it enter me +I think positively; you can't harm me mentally +Not physically, not spiritually; you'll never get rid of me +I am the epitome of "this is what you did to me" +Nothin's what you did for me, nothin's what you give to me +I take whatever I'm visualizing, now break all of the limiting +Now shake all of the gimicking, the fakery, the trickery +"Nurse, how sick is he?" "Worse, I am sickening!" +I'll be at the finish line first, "how quick is he?" +I'ma make sure they mention me for the next century +I ain't with the bickering, I am full of dignity +I am full of energy, pull out the inner me +Or bull after dinner meat, I stood in the winter heat +It could be the end of me, but good be defending me +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +And I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta + +[Verse 3] +I'm allergic to cheatin' +I hate failure and I'm in love with achievement +Above and beneath it, a hug when I greet it +My eyes on the prize and I love when I seek it +Done with the speakin', begun with the preachin' +Now pray, until I am one with the deacon +Now play, until I have won whatever we win +I play, until I have won, and then I re-win + +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +And I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go gettaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Sunshine[Intro: Lea & Lil' Flip] +Uhhh +Yeeah +Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby +Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper) +Ooh baby +My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it + +[Chorus: Lea] +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (Some time) +I can be your sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (Some time) +I can be your sunshine + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player +But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player +Just answer your phone whenever I call +Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball +I like them short and tall but not too thick +I just walk in the spot and take my pick +And they wanna roll cause they like my style +And when I pop my collar I make them smile +I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets +That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat +Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you +I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you + +[Chorus: Lea] +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (Some time) +I can be your sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (Some time) +I can be your sunshine + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars +Push the Maybach Monday, Tuesday Impala +I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla) +And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya) +And we can meet up the next day and chill +But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live +I got bills to pay, I got moves to make +But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late + +[Chorus: Lea] +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (Some time) +I can be your sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (Some time) +I can be your sunshine + +[Verse 3: Lea] +We don't have to be in love (Love) +We can just be friends! +I will be right there, beginning to the end! +I can bring my girls (Girls), you can bring your friends (Friends) +We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end! + +[Verse 4: Lil' Flip] +They say love is pain and pain is love +I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug +You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue +About - what a nigga like me do +I like to stack my bread and flip my chips +And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip +I take private jets to Vegas, man +It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man +We can cruise the world in a Bentley Azure +But don't worry, the chauffer open the door +You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all) +Cause you my baby girl right?, right? + +[Chorus: Lea] +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (Some time) +I can be your sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (Some time) +I can be your sunshine + +[Outro: Lea] +We don't have to be in love (love) +We don't have to be in love (love) + + +Game OverGame over +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip + +[Verse 1 - Lil Flip] +Ah shit, y'all done fucked up +And let me in this bitch +I'm just your average hood nigga +With dreams of gettin' rich (But you don't hear me) +My crib big like a football field +You might fuck around and think +I signed a football deal (But you don't hear me) +I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah) +I take half a minute to load my gats (But you don't hear me) +I make em bounce all across the globe +I'm a pimp, I got your ho +Takin' off her clothes (But you don't hear me) +A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket) +Every eight months is +When I usually drop it (But you don't hear me) +I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock +You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa + +[Hook] +(Now who they want?) +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip +(game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip + +[Verse Two - Lil Flip] +Look, I'm a Cristal nigga and you a red-winer +You just an opening act +But I'm the headliner (But you don't hear me) +I'm about to ship 3 mil off top +You got your deal off your man +I got my deal off props (But you don't hear me) +I'm "Connected" like Dub and Mack 10 +With Ice Cubes in my watch +And Dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me) +I'm getting paid cause I do all the work +It's rainy days if we don't move +All our work, we go berzerk (But you don't hear me) +I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam +Most of y'all cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't hear me) +I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again +It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it again + +[Hook] + +The game over, cause shit about to change over +It's 'bout time cause hip-hop +Need a make over (But you don't hear me) +If most producers want to charge too much +But around my way that's how +You get fucked up (But you don't hear me) +You might think we all beats and rhymes +But way before this rap shit, nigga +The streets was mine (But you don't hear me) +I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit +That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit + +[Hook] + + +The Way We Ball[Hook] +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +This is the way we ball +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast born but we all Texas made +This is the way we ball +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +This is the way we ball +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast born but we all Texas made +This is the way we ball + +[Verse 1] +I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king +Brand new piece, same byzentine +I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin "Scream" +I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green +I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories +I'm still independent cause Jive couldn't afford me +The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring +The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny +But that's another story, let's get back to the topic +Right now me and Hump negotiatin to buy the Rockets +We might buy the Comets - name it, I done it +If you see it, and want it, buy it, own it +This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw (Screw) +R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you +Boy I'mma stay true, until the day I fall +East coast and West coast, this is how we ball + +[Hook] +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +This is the way we ball +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast born but we all Texas made +This is the way we ball +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +This is the way we ball +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast born but we all Texas made +This is the way we ball + +[Verse 2] +I'm thinkin - designer clothes and fashion shows +I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold +I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls +I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24 +I'm feelin - wood grain all in my tinted truck +I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts +I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups +I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks +And I know - I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game +And I know - my rims chop like the blades on a plane +And I know - yo baby mama still givin me brain +And I know - that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain +And I make - nothin but hits when I step in the booth +And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth +And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe +I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you? + +[Hook] +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +This is the way we ball +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast born but we all Texas made +This is the way we ball +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +This is the way we ball +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast born but we all Texas made +This is the way we ball + +[Verse 3] +I'm swangin, about to rip the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp +If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert +Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel +Me and Doby D stay blowin on some kizzeel +I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell +Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel +Now you see we ball, now you see we rich +I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click +I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes +I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua +So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double R +MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car + +[Hook] +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +This is the way we ball +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast born but we all Texas made +This is the way we ball +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +This is the way we ball +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast born but we all Texas made +This is the way we ball + + +I Can Do Dat[Verse 1] +If I spill drank on my clothes +I can do dat +It dont matter cause I buy me some more +I can do dat +I'mma spend about fifty in the mall +I can do dat +I'mma buy me a Bentley in the fall +I can do dat +I'mma stop weak niggas from rappin +I can do dat +I'mma rock all my teeth in platinum +I can do dat +I'mma show my Rolex and tattoos +I can do dat +I sip drank and eat a lot of junk food +I can do dat +I'm eighteen and I got a Bentley truck +I can do dat +You will never see me with a empty cup +I can do dat +I'mma buy the whole neighborhood bikes +I can do dat +You know Lil' Flip gone do what he like +I can do dat + +[Hook] +So you see it you want it +Buy it own it +Drive it flaunt it +Factory chrome it +If you see it you want it +Buy it own it +Drive it flaunt it +Factory chrome it + +[Verse 2] +It gets me drunk off one beer +I can do dat +Drop five tapes in one year +I can do dat +Buy my grandpa a new house +I can do dat +With all this ice man I got a blue mouth +I can do dat +Come home and take my shoes off +I can do dat +Behind my house I got a pool and two dogs +I can do dat +I ride candy red on Yokahama +I can do dat +I get head from yo' baby mama +I can do dat +Blow indo in top flight +I can do dat +Keep drivin when I'm at the stop light +I can do dat +Throw twenties on my Excursion +I can do dat +Next year I might buy Worthing +I can do dat +Throw a four and a can soda +I can do dat +I talk shit cause I'm a Cloverland soldier +I can do dat +Buy me and hump a new Benz +I can do dat +You know the one with the big blue lens +I can do dat +And I throw money at my shows +I can do dat +Prime with my platinum Johnny do my golds +I can do dat +Next week I'mma buy a Volkswagon +I can do dat +And I'mma keep my Girbauds saggin +I can do dat +I let my chain hang to my nuts +I can do dat +I go back and slang on my cut +I can do dat +Every year I'm changin my skills +I can do dat +I'm the one with my name in my grill +I can do dat + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +If I wanna start pimpin +I can do dat +I wear iceberg with Bart Simpson +I can do dat +If I wanna take a trip to Honolulu +I can do dat +I step by wearin platinum Fubu +I can do dat +If I wanna ride on dubs +I can do dat +Everyday I ride with thugs +I can do dat +Keep rappin' so I can make more dough +I can do dat +Watch out cause I might take yo ho +I can do dat +Sittin' sideways my blaze go chop +I can do dat +Sell a 100,000 the first day I drop +I can do dat +Buy me a house at the beach +I can do dat +I get all my shoes from Active Athelet +I can do dat +My ring look like a coo cut +I can do dat +I got my jag stretched like a school bus +I can do dat +Everyday I buy new stuff +I can do dat +Until I die I'mma stay screwed up stay screwed up + +[Hook] + + +Mind on My Money[Lil' Flip] +Heh, yeah this time around you gotta feel me +Cause I got my mind right +And now I got my money right + +[Chorus: Flip + Redd] +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding! +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +My watch ain't tickin it's winding! +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga fuck! +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +Watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks + +[Lil' Flip] +Like 2Pac I got the Juice +Write another book like Dr. Seuss +Sittin sideways and my choppas blue +Southside roll on choppas smooth +I'm doin this for Dj Screw (Screw)and I gotta make that cash +And I hate that slow money cause I gotta make it fast +Man I gotta make it last cause I'm a hust-a-la +A syrup sippin, bird flippin, money dou-b-ler +So holla at me if you niggas wanna re-up +I'm like the head coach I gotta keep my D up +My jewerly freezed up, mybad it's froze up +I'm pullin up in a Lam' with the do's up +So get ya cash right don't get a bad wife +Make sure she ain't that chick I hit last night + +[Chorus: Flip + Redd] +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding! +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +My watch ain't tickin it's winding! +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga fuck! +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +Watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm spectacular bite ya neck like Dracula +Flippin in my Acura you know I'm still a bachelor +We smokin on turantula with a fine ass hoe named Tamera +With a cousin named Angela who pose for my camera +I'm young but I got stamina and I'll wreck you're hoe +And just like Nike nigga I'll check you're hoe +So let's make this dough and get the hell out the game +Cause after this shit I ain't slangin no more caine(whaaaat!) + +[Chorus: Flip + Redd] +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding! +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +My watch ain't tickin it's winding! +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga fuck! +I got my mind on my money, money on my mind +Watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks + +[Lil' Flip] +Yeah all I'm doin is just representin for the hustlers +You know my niggas in Little Rock Knahimsayin they gettin they paper +My niggas in Kansas they gettin they paper +Knahimsayin my niggas in Chicago gettin they paper +My niggas in Louieville gettin they mothafuckin money +Niggas in Detroit, my nigga E-Dub he gettin his money +I just got niggas everywhere ya Knahimsayin +If you hustler you gotta feel me, if you a pimp you gotta feel me +Ya Knahimsayin if you a hater you gotta kill me +Yeah we out this bitch! + + +Sunny Day(Hook:Big Shasta) +We rollin on chrome +Flossin its a sunny day +Niggas smokin blunts +Blowin light green hay +All about our cash +We worked hard and got paid +Stacks mutiplied now its +Time to parlay + +(Lil'Flip) +Its a sunny day so I'm a pull out the drop +No chain today but I'm a pull out my watch +You know I'm iced out (bling!)lookin like a wedding cake +I hear niggas whisperin man I bet its fake +But I got cash ride around in drop Jags +With my top back interior all black +With leather seats rimmed up 4 times +I'm in the V-12 watch me blow down +You know me I gotta put my stunt down +And when the laws pass by I put my blunt down +Cause I stay high like a telophone pole +And I roll on vogues and pimp yellow bone hoes +Swangas and blades is what we sit on +I'm talking on my "flip phone", ya get it "flip phone" +Smokin on a zone of that sticky-icky-green +Hoes see me in the Jag and say "Flip thinks he clean..." + +(Hook:Big Shasta rp.2x) + +(Lil'Flip) +I'm at the beach party in a pearl white drop +I had to take my bracelet off cause the girls might bop +White Airforce ones Fat Albert tank top Nike head band +Long braids hang out hoes everywhere man its goin down +The traffics so bad cops sayin turn around +But you know niggas we gonna try to sneak in +Some niggas going broke tryna ball this weekend +And TJ takin flicks wit bad broads, Hump in the Benz +Redd in the Jaguar, we leaned out you know +Our car screened out and if we ain't ridin 20s +We chrome 19ed out 84s got me shinin in the lane +We been ridin blades stop stealin our slang! +You know what we really ballin down south and all +Niggas jammin Screw and Swisha House... + +(Hook:Big Shasta rp2x) + +{Lil'Flip} +Man!... + +{Big Shasta breakdown} +We rollin on chrome +(rollin on chrome) +And we looking good +(you know we lookin good) +Grippin on wood... +Its a sunny day in the hood! + +(Lil'Flip) +You see them 20s spinnin when I'm swangin down the strip +Diamonds hanging off my lip, my trunk bangin like a crip +Niggas thinkin I'ma slip but I cain't +If a hater try to jack I'm a waste 'em like drank +I'm ridin on a full tank, switchin lanes like Maurice +Baguettes on my piece, maurcetts on my teeth +Iceberg on my feet, the Speedy Gonzales +Big Mar, & Big Hawk yea them my compadres +We ball everyday like Catino Mobley +I gotta Cartier but have you seen my Roley +I ride Navigator its my Navigator +I feel like Tela "bound by haters"as I +Slide by Jaimiaca sippin medicine +We wanna bring our cups in but they won't +Let us in so we hit cornbreads and go back +To the house I'm a hold it down for Screw +Know what I'm talking bout!... + +(Hook:Big Shasta rp) + + +Sunshine (Feat. Lea)(Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip)) + +(Lea) Uhhhhhhh +(Lil' Flip) Yeeah +(Lea) Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby +(Lil' Flip) Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper) +(Lea) Ooh baby +(Lil' Flip) My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it + +(Chorus: Lea) +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! + +(Verse 1: Lil' Flip) +Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player +But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player +Just answer your phone whenever I call +Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball +I like them short and tall but not too thick +I just walk in the spot and take my pick +And they wanna roll cause they like my style +And when I pop my collar I make them smile +I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets +That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat +Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you +I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you + +(Chorus: Lea) +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! + +(Verse 2: Lil' Flip) +I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars +Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala +I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla) + +And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya) +And we can meet up the next day and chill +But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live +I got bills to pay, I got moves to make +But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late + +(Chorus: Lea) +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! + +(Verse 3: Lea) +We don't have to be in love (love) +We can just be friends! +I will be right there, beginning to the end! +I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends) +We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end! + +(Verse 4: Lil' Flip) +They say love is pain and pain is love +I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug +You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue +About - what a real nigga like me do +I like to stack my bread and flip my chips +And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip +I take private jets to Vegas, man +It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man +We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure +But don't worry, the chauffer open the door +You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all) +Cause you my baby girl right?, right? + +(Chorus: Lea) +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! + +(Outro: Lea) +We don't have to be in love (love) +We don't have to be in love (love) + + +Da Freestyle King(talkin) +Nigga, 2000, Y2K +Me and Ron C all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga +Fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down +Y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy +Cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga +Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King +Sucka Free, fuckin' with that Ron C +Dat Dodo, y'all blowin' bullshit +Indo nigga this what we blow... + +(Lil' Flip) +We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno +They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo +I say naw nigga I got shows to do +After the concert, I got hoes to screw +If I'm on stage, I don't wanna be close to you +I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you +What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin' +Some niggas got gold in they mouth, I got platinum +I ain't cappin', what happened +I done blew up too quick +I'm the Lil' Flip, Da Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click +I represent, I get head +Ride blue, ride black, I ride red +Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club +Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks +How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys +But you might see me in a drop top boy +I roll rolex, I got baggets, princess cuts +If I'm in the club, you'll see me, pimpin' sluts +That's what i do, nigga all the time +Get rotation on 97.9, that's The Box +Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox +Used to be on blocks, slangin' rocks +Now I'm changin' dots, in my drop top prowler +Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler +Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be +She wanna fuck, I'ma call her and see +Take that hoe to Motel 6 or go to Tweety's +Pour a duece in the can, sold a four in Tahiti +Now I'm leanin', nigga, I'm in the green Beamer +Supa dupa fly like I'm Missy Misdemeanor +I'm Lil' Flip, nigga, I know you know me +Baggets and 30 pointers all on my rolly's +You might see me in a Expedition +With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin' +I'ma balla, nigga I told you that +If I ain't ridin' green then I'm rollin' 'Llacs +I'm from the Clover, I'ma solja, I write rhymes in my folder +Hell yea, I got mo' crystals than Folgers +That's coffee, hoes wanna toss me, get off me +Cause I be ballin' outta control, hoes they stalk me +From Milwaukee, my Nextel, inhale, exhale +Half of my niggas locked up in jail +But I'm still on the block, puttin' it down +Nigga when I smile, bling, platinum puddin, you gotta frown +You be mad, cause you see me in a drop top Jag +50 G's for a car, that's not that bad +I can do that, if it's too fast, I can screw dat +Get the brand new drop, royal blue dat +Now I'm cruisin', niggas I be bruisin' +Gettin' all mad cause in the club, I be choosin' +I like yellabones, talk on PrimeCo telephones +Got hoes from Hine-Clark to Yellowstone +I'm in Homestead, killin' with the real niggas +We wearin' Platinum Fubu, y'all still wear Phil Hilfiger +I almost fucked up, but nigga I'm the king +I can freestyle all night til the doorbell ring +And all I do, is ride on chrome +And all I got, is DVD's inside my home +I got a Jacuzzi, I might watch Scary Movie +Hell yea, I get head from yo mama every Tuesday +This Lil' Flip, I bet cha know dat, show dat +Hell yea, you owe me some money, nigga you owe dat +So pay me, the radio gon' play me +Look at my yard, I got mo' toys than Kay-Bee +Who I am, The Leprechaun, Freestyle King +Change the color of my teeth and my byzletine +Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime +Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded +Y'all can just parallel park, when I open up my mouth, its farewell to the dark +I sip drank, flip pints, sip 8's, got hoes at Worthing, Sterling and Yates +And when I pick 'em up, nigga, I'ma take 'em to the room +Nigga, I'ma be the witch and you can ride my broom +Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off the dome +I got all, satellites from the top of my home +I get gone in my zone, nigga, I'm in a Bentley +Niggas mad, they got Guess glasses, I wearin' Finley's +And S classes, jumpin' out, nigga Da King +Fuck y'all nigga, I'm jumpin' out limosuines + +(talkin) +Nigga, Lil' Flip, Sucka Free, Swishahouse nigga +We over here too nigga, we puttin' it down nigga +The North and the South, nigga, how you do it, that was freestyle... + + +Fuck Dat Nigga(*talking*) +Oh yeah, all the fucked niggas gotta get the fuck out the way +Know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click + +[Hook] +Man fuck that nigga, (fuck that nigga) +Keep running your mouth, I'mma touch that nigga +Man fuck that nigga, (fuck that nigga) +You ain't heard about my state, we Screwed Up nigga +Will-Lean you riding, (yeah I'm riding) +B.G. Duke you riding, (yeah I'm riding) +Z-Ro you riding, (yeah I'm riding) +Point Blank you riding, (hell yeah I'm riding) + +[Will-Lean] +Motherfuck you I'll rush you, bitch I don't trust you +Like AT&T, my guillotines reach out and touch ya +Bust ya like a head off your shoulders, then dust ya +Pluck my desert eagle to the bone, then crush ya +See I'm a hustler, just look at my wrist +All yellow canary diamonds, looking like piss +Yo Flip, these boys acting sour +I got money and respect, plus I'm packing power +Stacking up dollars, niggas wanna fuck with me +If it's hood it's all good, so tuck your heat +Even though I'm on parole, I still clutch my heat +Pick up the street sweeper, to sweep up the street + +[B.G. Duke] +I got my serve, that ain't your mama +Smack you with the pistol and tell ya, I ain't your mama +I'm ready for drama, I sleep with the fo' pound +It ain't shit, to send my free lancers to your town +Ladies, we just ain't talking bout you +Cause some of these niggas, is bitches too +And you know who, no need to say no name +I'mma gas these niggas up, like a tank of propane +They say we ain't strapped, they lied to ya +They say Flip ain't from Cloverland, they lied to ya +We got the mansion three kitchen, ain't lying brah +Mayback reclining seats, 'case we get tired brah + +[Hook] + +[Z-Ro] +Everytime I open my mouth, I'mma see talking shit +Fuck a rap nigga I slap niggas, it's best you keep on walking bitch +I represent the Southside, of Screwston Texas +Got my name spinning in yellow diamonds, right up under my Rap-A-Lot necklace +But fuck some shine brah, I'll loosen your tooth +Better get wet ya with my tech weapon, and swoop in the coupe +Cause I'm a gangsta my nigga, coming from the left side +Equipped with a pistol grip, that will open your chest wide +I'm the King of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name +Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made myself that change +Talking bout charging me twenty thousand dollars, to spit a verse +Bitch I'm a legend read about me, fuck it come and see about me +Right now I'm barring eleven niggas, and seven record labels +You can jump your narrow ass in line, and straight up get strangled +Z-Ro the Crooked, the gangsta of the Screwed Up Click +Fuck all that ear boxing, go 'head and lace ya shoes up bitch + +[Hook] + +[Point Blank] +Watch your mouth now, cause what you say can bring death +One day you gon say some shit, a nigga can't accept +Point Blank the Bull, a big chip off the old block +It ain't gotta be in Cloverland, to be a Clover Gee block +Boy we run this shit, Flip having fun with this shit +And you tripping, Blank how the fuck you get a gun in this bitch +When I see him ninety-nice, Southside gon be iight +I know I might do some time, just shoot me a kite +I write straight from the heart, so I shoot straight for the heart +If Flip said fuck T.I., then it's fuck that mark +Southsi' for li', till I flatline trick +Talk a lot of shit, but I can back mine bitch what's up + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip] +Oh no, that nigga ain't scaring me +Look I don't wanna hear about, your ass weighing ki's +This lil' nigga ain't a threat, you a peon nigga +Cause in my hood, I play the corner like Deon nigga +Them niggas only fucking with you, cause you pay em for beats +And I saw that bullshit, grill you got on your teeth +My grill cost thirty G's, my ice cost fifteen +Say you gained a lil' weight, if you drank some lean +Hey, I got beef with a nigga that weigh eighty pounds +He wear my bracelet in the pool, that nigga'd probably drown +Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back +And you know, Ludacris got my fucking back +Asking bout my whole team, he know I roll with G's +So why should I fear a man, that bleed like me +Down in Texas, we ain't feeling you kid +As far as record sales go, I'm killing you bitch + +[Hook] + +(*talking*) +Nigga, now how you gon try to charge Z-Ro +Twenty grand, for a mo'fucking verse +Nigga, that shit ain't worth a god damn wing dinner bitch + + +Gotta Stack Ya Paper(Chorus:Shazstar rp2x) +Gotta stack ya paper +Chop em' like a razor! +If you gon'grind or if +You gonna pull papers!yeah + +(Lil'Flip) +I'm a southside playa that love to wreck +I got 25-G's above my neck +When I'm at the Cashattia I love to bet +Should I take the Corvette or the bubble lex? +I put diamonds in yo faces on a daily basis +I done wrecked T-town and club Oasis +I got three Jags in my parking spaces +'95 Air Max with blue laces +You can call me a pimp like Dolomite +I charge five G's to hold a mic +If it ain't no drank I dont hold a Sprite +After I do this I got mo' to write +I'm a stay Sucka Free thats my family +Me,Redd,Hump,Fuzz,and Anthony +Nigga we livin ya'll fantasy +And I take baths with vanity +I'm in the studio from 9 to 5 +I'm a stay indepedent I ain't gon' sign with Jive +I'm eatin fettucini ya'll eatin fries +Like R.Kelly I wish I could fly +I'm a 18 year old C-E-O +My favorite movie is CB4 +When you lookin at my watch see me snow +And if you want pimps here we go +You ain't know Lil'Flip is the freestyle king +I got platinum on my bezzeltyne +Stretch my money like a limousine +Ya gal hooked on me like nicotine +When I pull up to the show I'm in 16 cars +16 ice,and 16 stars +Yeah I'm spittin game to like 16 broads +I think I just wrecked these 16 bars + +(Shazstar) +Maan!that boy a fool +Godamn!but + +(Chorus:Shazstar rp2x) +Gotta stack ya paper +Chop em' like a razor! +If you gon'grind or if +You gonna pull papers!yeah + +(Lil'Flip) +Ay I'm in a Escalade eatin Etoufee +Like Lil'Troy its a better way +I ride on red and sit on gray +Me and Ron C blow on hay +I'm playa made on razorblades +All my clothes are tailor-made +I pour a 4 in Gatorade +Watch me lean in the shade +I keep a fade I'm wearin J's +I pull more stunts than Super Dave +The reason I ball like a ball +Cause thats just for you to hate +I'm underated but anticipated money in my face +I gotta make it jump on a mic I gotta break it +A million dollars I gotta take it +I'm the millionare I'm a billionare +Check the Billboard I'm still in there +I put diamonds all in yo face so you know +Lil'Flip dont really care I play truth +Or dare with yellow bones talk on prime co telophones +Got hoes from Hiram Clark all the way to Yellowstone +And I ride on chrome thats all I do +Slow down music we call it Screw +Everyday watch out for the boys in blue +I wear Fubu and Dada too +I'm Lil'Flip I'm Sucka Free +Ten thousand ain't enough for me +Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with me +I can't get enough of this luxury but +I'm a billionare and I'm playa made on razorblades +Lookin good chunkin up the duece +Cloverland is my hood nigga ugh! + +(Chorus:Shazstar ) + +(Lil'Flip) +Ay they call me Lil'Flip I love to wreck +You wanna do a song I need a check +Collect my hoes like upper deck +Southside niggas get much respect +Nigga Ron C put me on the track +My nigga named Hump put me on the map +My nigga named Johnny man he gave me plat +A nigga out of line nigga he get slapped +A million dollar nigga with a million dollar mouth +A million dollar vase with a million dollar coach +Southside nigga thats what I'm about +If a nigga owe me money I'm a call him out +I'm a let a nigga know I'm the freestyle king +These niggas dont wanna step in the freestyle ring +Nigga this shit is freestyling +Nigga I'm the mothafuckin freestyle king +I said it one I said it twice +Gotta whole closet full of Nikes +Went to Worthings full of dice +You know Lil'Flip gotta lot of ice +I gotta lot of mics cause I'm in The Source +Me and Brian playin on the golf course +Nigga got a brand new Rolls Royce +Hoes give me head they got no choice +I'm a million dollar nigga thats what +I do slow down music by Watts and Screw +Everyday watch out for the boys in blue +Nigga I use to watch shots of Fubu +Million dollar nigga with DVDs,Escalades +Drop top,and GMC's before I listened +To DJ Screw I use to jam DJ Dmd Lil'Flip +Is the only star down south we just +Sip the bar 20 inches rip the car I gotta +Be real I'm a rep the toy I'm a stay +The king I'm a stay the prince I'm a get +The house with the big ol' fence and when +I write my rhymes I dont get lyric bent nigga + + +What’s Beef Freestyle[Intro] +You know why? +I'm a rider +I'm a Clover G, nigga + + + +What's beef? +Beef is when a nigga like you can't sleep +Wake up with no apetite and you can't eat +You better look both ways +When you walk on the streets +Nigga that's beef +What's beef? +Beef is when a nigga like you can't sleep +Wake up with no apetite and you can't eat +You better look both ways +When you walk on the streets +Cause you don't want to bump heads +With a nigga like me + + + + +I'm a quiet nigga +But I let my guns talk +And you don't want too many bad words comin' +And I don't need help when I handle my biz' +You rap niggas be on my dick +More than my bitch +I'm not a cupcake nigga +I'm hard as a rock +I'm like Pac, I got shot +Then I check myself out +The doctors told me to get a rest +But I went to the lab +I hit you with an uppercut +You shouldn't went for that jab +Now my whole state pissed +Cause you don't know who you diss +You diss me? Then you diss the whole Screwed Up Click +I ain't that nigga that start the trouble +But I know how to end it +And i don't play by the rules dawg +I know how to bend it +Real niggas respect me +They know I ain't no ho +But it ain't take me +4 videos to go gold + + +What's beef? +Beef is when a nigga like you can't sleep +Wake up with no apetite and you can't eat +You better look both ways +When you walk on the street +Cause you don't want to bump heads +With a nigga like me + + +Freestyle (I Got 5 On It)Yeah +Lil Flip nigga +Screwed Up Click nigga +Yeah +I'm Lil Flip, you know, diamonds in your face +You can't see my chain, let me shine it in your face +I'm a millionaire, top of the line +You got clothes in your closet but they not like mine +Iceberg Jeans, nigga, that's how I carry myself +Can't no hoe break my heart cause I'ma marry myself +I'm a million dollar star, do what I do +Slowed down music by Watts and Screw +And when I jump on a track you gon' want to listen +You ain't never seen a metallic Expedition +With all type of shit on the inside +Nigga, I'm Lil Flip, I blow endo right +And I put diamonds in your face +I bought the car, I bought the house +Motherfucking nigga representin' the Dirty South +Houston Texas, nigga, I'ma used to Lexus +If you can't see then I'ma use my necklace +I am the only star +Codeine is that shit Barre +Mix it up in the soda then I shake it +Blow a endo square, I'm at the naked +Looking at the hoes on the fucking pole +Lil Flip wear nothing but Girbaud's +Back in ninth grade, Kenny Cole +Now I got hoes that's 24 +Everyday I'm gon' fucking shine +Houston Texas radio 97.9 +I puff nothing but green pine +And I used to wear Calvin Klein +Now I got my own fucking name brand +35 carats on the same hand +Got Rolex on the same band +You know I stick to the game plan +I got to keep rapping til I die +Smoke endo weed, no fry +I'm gon' be a pimp til I die +If I get high I use Visine for my eyes +Cause I'm a weed smoker +Fuck Oprah, throat choker +You get out of line, nigga, I'ma provoker +I hit a nigga with a fucking jab +I'm the only nigga in the world that ain't never called a cab +I like to floss like a fucking dentist +I used to watch Dennis the Menace +I'm like Popeye I need my spinach +I got a Jeep and I need to tint it +Cause I like to roll the fucking speed limit +I used to go to basketball practice weed-scented +Smelling like a pound bout to go the last round +Lil Flip, nigga, cause you know it's going down +I'm that nigga that's ready for war +I'm that nigga that smoke weed and sip the Barre +I'm that nigga on the block with the pants just hangin' +I'm that nigga like ESG, I'm swangin' and bangin' +CD changin', four 15's, DVDs, I got 4 big screens +Falling out the ceiling cause nigga I'm a pimp +I jump out my car nigga I got a limp +Cause I'ma walk, talk the talk, walk the walk +Chill with Big Pokey, 3-2, Mike D, and HAWK +Them my niggas until the day I'm gone +Da Freestyle King I'm sitting on my throne +I can't be fucked with on this mic like Eminem +I'ma buy a track from Timbaland +But I'ma stack that hundred grand cause that's how much it cost +If you ain't sold 10,000 copies nigga you lost +So quit, go on start working at Mickey D's +Nigga cause this shit is really for G's +And ballers with fleas and collars and uh +If that hoe fine I'ma need your dollar +I'ma take her to the room, she gon' ride on my broom then I'm gone +Freestyle talking to a hoe on a hand-free phone +Now you know that's the way I do my shit +Nigga if you bootlegging you trying to screw my shit +But I'ma sue you bitch for doing that +If you see the Benz I'ma put two in that +And I'ma let you know nigga, off toppa nigga +I got more rhymes than a motherfucking choppa +I can't be fucked with on this motherfucking mic +Nigga freestyle, nigga do this shit for life +And when I leave then I have my music on this Earth +But if you shoot a slug nigga I'ma wet up your shirt +I mean that's that nigga flex +Remember, nigga you want checks +I'll snap your neck nigga bitch come correct +For fucking with a G, I'm the Screwed Up Click +I know you mad cause nigga I really blew up quick +Whore + + +Boxers{Rap 1: Lil' Flip} +I'm Lil' Flip +Takin trips to Cancun +Drop the tape +My cartoon comin soon +Blowin up like a hot air balloon +Livin in a penthouse wit 25 rooms +Houston, Texas~Benz N Lexus +Find me on the freeway drivin reckless +Wear sunglasses when you look at my necklace +Worldwide respected +Top 10 selected + +{Chorus: Deep Threat} +Horses wit my boxers on +Horses wit my boxers on +Horses wit my boxers on +You got yo t-shirt and yo panties +I got Trojans wit my boxers on + +{Verse 1: Deep Threat} +Picture this: +Girl me & you +In my water bed +In the shower too +The water's fine +Say what's on your mind +Don't see nothin wrong +With some bump and grind +I'm gone break you off +Like a playa should +Like side to side +Baby its all good +Im not lookin 4 +Girl no love affair +If you ride with me +You know ill take you there + +{Chorus: Deep Threat} +Horses wit my boxers on +Horses wit my boxers on +Horses wit my boxers on +You got yo t-shirt and yo panties +I got Trojans wit my boxers on + +{Verse 2: Deep Threat} +Sittin here +And you're layin there +Layin there +And you're willin to share +Ya freaky thoughts +Baby wit me too +You got ya t-shirt on +And ya panties too +The warm caress +Of ya body next to mine +It's rated X +& its so devine +I wanna come inside +If ya want me to +Open up +And let me prove it to you + +{Chorus: Deep Threat} +Horses wit my boxers on +Horses wit my boxers on +Horses wit my boxers on +You got yo t-shirt and yo panties +I got Trojans wit my boxers on + +{Rap 2: Lil' Flip} +Girl I'm from Cloverland +Call me Trojan Man +Bump & Grind +I ain't wit that holdin hands +When I wreck I hit hard like Jackie Chan +If you fine like Mya +I'll be ya man +I like jazzy girls +And classy girls +You know I'm rich so don't ask me girl +Sometimes the nice girl can be the nasty girl +Im a freak +Don't neva put it past me girl +I got my trojans & my boxers on +At school I got my dockers on (my docker's on) +Jenny Jones and Nia Long +We don't have to get a room, I got plenty homes +I rap fast or slow, while stackin dough +Dress like I just won a fashion show +Me humpin AP after mo +We diss niggas only if +It ain't plat or gold +You wanna hear some Keith Sweat +How bout some Deep Threat (Deep Threat) +Girl Im a playa +Don't get the sheets wet +Lemme put a passion mark on yo neck +And I'll let you kiss my shiny baggettes +I need a sweet lady just like Tyrese +Def Soul puttin it down wit Sucka Free (Down wit Sucka Free) +The Click I claim is HSE +You wanna know what I'm wearin +Wait & see (oooooooooh) + +{Chorus: Deep Threat} +Horses wit my boxers on +Horses wit my boxers on +Horses wit my boxers on +You got yo t-shirt and yo panties +I got Trojans wit my boxers on +(repeat till fade) +Boooooxeeeers! + + +Speakin My Language[Verse 1-Lil' Flip] +(I got e'm, gyeah-gyeah-gyeah) +Ay now you can catch me in the club, with my pistol in my pocket +Niggas talkin that shit but they know they better stop it +It's Flip Gates the number one Fly Boy +Try to reach for my jewelry nigga, you could die boy +I'm a southside nigga steadily movin my work +Steadily movin that purp, yeah I do my own dirt +See these niggas get alittle money then they change +But you ain't no bitch I'm fly like Wayne +Fly Boy tennis shoes-just to match the piece +If you from the south, you gotta have a stiff creese +Heavy starch in the jeans that's how we do it +Back in '95, I had them 20's on my Buick +But now I'm in the Lam-and I don't give a damn +When you make ya money you better pay Uncle Sam +Cause they'll come and get ya cars like J.D +It's Flip Gates, fuck boy you gon'pay me + +(Chorus-Lil' Flip + Young Noble) +You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language +You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language +You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language +Don't you fuck with Flip Gates, cause this shit get dangerous + +You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language +You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language +You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language +Don't you fuck with Young Noble, cause this shit get dangerous + +[Verse 2-Young Noble] +If it ain't about a dollar, you prolly shouldn't holla +Uh three wheelin my Impala, inhalin on the ganja +My women know I'm a rider-shades made by Prada(yea) +Mob through the club like I'm one of the fuckin owners +I'm a Outlaw solider(Outlawz) +We hot now, still my heart alittle colder +I do this for the hustlas +Come here little mama get a dose of this pimpin +If that pussy still drippin a nigga still tippin +Got me leanin to the left and sippin on that Goose +When I'm leanin to the right I'm off that California kush +If you ain't talkin green then you speakin chinese-or-spanish +Either way I don't understand it +So I'm stayin on my grind, I'm stayin on my grizzly +I stay so fuckin busy all my bitches say they miss me +I'm in the club tipsy throwin out stacks +Young Noble and Lil' Flip-tell the DJ bring it back + +(Chorus-Lil' Flip + Young Noble) + +[Verse 3-Young Noble] +I rock a fresh baldy and shades, spinnin on blades +These are the times and these are the ways we get paid +Dickie buttoned to the top for my doggs and locs +If I don't know you mothafucka don't get to close +We in the club poppin them bottles, hollerin at models +Leviate, never hesitate to rock you with hollows +We be them Outlaw leaders see the game done followed +I spitt that ghetto gospel truth like it's straight from the Bible +It's not a seat but I'm a solider so keep yo composure hoe +Slip on ya toes and yo, we be the chosen few +Way cool, way over due-stay tuned it ain't over troops +Operatin under thug laws as a warrior man +Remain that till the coroner man +And been that from the corner with grands +Leanin hard to the left with my hoodie on, gettin that cash +And gotta dip in the stash(yeah) + +(Chorus-Lil' Flip + Young Noble] + +(Young Noble talking) +Yeah, Young Noble-Outlaw-uhhh +Lil' Flip in this*scratching*Clover G's +Yeah, (Cloverland wut up) +Sac what's happenin(dirty third wut up) +Real Talk Entertainment +Uhhh get ya money nigga-get ya money + + +Rollin’ on 20'sHere we go, welcome to my world nigga of +Cadillac's and stacks +Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back +Uh, I know you see us +You wanna be us +With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas +Plus I ride around in two-seata's +I hope it's cold cause I'm comin wit my heata +I'm on the Fleeta, doin 150 +Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin +And if I hit one time she's limpin +And if he trick one dime he's simpin +Cause we don't do it like that over here +All we do is grip grain on the stair +Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex +But when I wake up I have a dream about a check +And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette' +Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin + +(Chorus 1) +On 20's (On 20's) +Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) +These hoes grinnin +I pulled up with the top off +On 20's (On 20's) +Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) +These hoes grinnin +Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off + +Yeah, yeah, yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me +Or we can start in the Bentley doin a buck fifty +I'm so gangsta, chickenheads don't wanna fuck wit me +But you can love me or hate me baby you're stuck wit me +And I'm a fluff till the police come and get me +We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me +It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin somethin sticky +You see them 20's, believe they worth three a penny +And I ain't really got nuthin to lose +So announce on 22's start spreadin the news +Let's speed it up a little +Hoes love to choose +Soon as they spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes +The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night +Look for the grain stay away from the red light +Them old folks hear me creepin up the street +Cause they know I got them, I got them +Woofers in my jeep, nigga + +(Chorus 2) +On 20's (On 20's) +Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) +These hoes grinnin +I pulled up with the top off +On 20's (On 20's) +Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) +These hoes grinnin +Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off +On 20's (On 20's) +Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) +These hoes grinnin +We never lose sleep, lemme +On 20's (On 20's) +Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) +These hoes grinnin +You can't even breath in it + +(*talking*) +Say, there go the laws, man +Where, where +They gettin behind us right now +Stop lyin man, you lyin +Don't worry about it, we in a lamborghini, man +I'm gone + +I got a lambo, I got a drop jag +Plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that +Now e'erbody be like where you shop at +And they be askin dumb shit like where you got that +That's when I look back and say I'm a superstar +And if it cost a hundred grand it's a supercar +I'm still ballin, 20 still crawlin +Like retarded kids, my DVD's stallin +Lakers still callin, but we already signed +We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time +When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it +I gotta rep where I'm from so I had to screw it, uh +I'm from the home of the Houston Texans +The only horse we ride is in our Lexus +Nowadays, everybody wanna chop on blades +But we been doin that ya'll better behave + +(Chorus 2) + + +Soufside Still Holdin’Chorus: +Souf side still holdin and it ain't no lie +We ride on 4 wit tv's inside +We all suckafree, got the game sewed +When we put the mic down, say man hold up +(repeat) + +Verse: +Souf side still holdin im in a expedition +With a sign on the back that say lets go fishin +Im Lil Flip, the freestyle king u know me +Baggats and trillion cuts all in my rolie +I just went to the car lot and bought a limo +I got 7 dvd's and im watchin RamBo +When i hit the club i ain't starrin at hoes +I know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's +I got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades +Lil Flip pull stunts like Super Dave +I keep ballin, keep crawlin, keep prawlin +People wanna know where im at keep callin +Cuz im a baller im always top of the line +2000 Bentley watch it squat to the grind +Poppin bottles of wine, Moet and crystyle +On the souf side i keep my hand on my pistyle +Cuz people be always tryna show off +They try to jack but i won't take my 4's off +I know.. i gotta shine, get rotation on 97.9 +U might see my car redder than the nose of Rudolph +Freestyle 10 minutes at Screw House +The freestyle king i always go hard +After concerts i might pull yo braud + +( repeat chrous til fade) + + +Like a Pimp (feat. David Banner)(feat. David Banner) + +Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (4x) +Like a Pimp +Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x) +Like a pimp +Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x) + +(Lil' Flip) +By the time I hit the door +I saw hoes on the flo' +Niggas dressed in suits +Tricking all they dough* +Me imma pimp +I ain't paying for no sex +Man I'd rather buy a car +Or a new rolex +Cause I got street fame* +So hoes flock like birds +I got one holding the weed* +I got one holding the serve * +When I hit the club +Imma be wit David Banner +A thug ass nigga +Wit bad table manners +We act bad (my nigga what is yall saying) +When we walk inside clubs* +Niggas hold they gal's hand +Cause they know we run trains (choo choo) all night +How could yo gal leave me +And be wit you all night +But its all right +Cause you know we don't kiss +Like Too $hort said +Bitches ain't shit +I tried to told ya +Dat most girls really freaks +And dis is how they gotta +Make they money every week + +(Chorus {repeat 4 times) +Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x) +Like a pimp + +(David Banner) +Step into club looking just like a pimp +We got cash +So we screaming out "shake something BITCH" +This is the song +Tell the DJ put it on +Micheal Tyler made you shake +Sisqo made you show your thong +Bitch im dead wrong +The playa from the crib +So get out on the flo' +And girl get it how you live +And since you so hot (hot) +Then show yo pussy lips +Go to Tugallo, but I know you still flip +Bitch don't trip +Ain't a damn thang changed +I still love my queen +But bitches keep me to the game +So if you gotta hoe +Shake em up and let em go uhh +And let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo' +Like a Pimp + +(Chorus) +(Lil' Flip) +Now don't you hate them ole' +Lying ass hoes +Smiling in your face +Wearing her best friends clothes +I suppose +They like the way me and Banner pimp +You can catch us at Poppa Do's +Eating steak and shrimp + +(David Banner) +Or you can catch us at E&G pouring it up +Flip whipping Cali trucks +Guls licking my nuts +We some south side pimps +And we ain't giving a fuck +Fuck yo gul up in the throat +And make her swallow the nut + +(Lil' Flip) +We make em +Swallow the nut so +Follow the truck +Lil' Flip and David Banner +We got all of the butts and +All of they sluts and +All of the hoes +So drop it like its hot girl +Touch yo fucking toes +Oohh + +(David Banner) +Gone touch yo toes and +Make me a roll and +Gone hit the mall +And buy me some clothes mayne +And if yo boy's trill +Imma bust a clip +Yall bitches can't fuck wit me +And + +(Lil' Flip) +Lil' Flip Nigga +Nigga, Nigga +Yea nigga +This for the real money makers out there you know +Get yo mother fucking money +Don't worry bout the next nigga +Get yo mother fucking money +Get yo mother fucking money nigga +Uh get your money money +Money money + + +R.I.P. Screw(talking) +Yeah (yeah, yeah) uh +Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone +(First Eazy, Houston Texas +Then Pac, then Biggie +And now it's Big Pun +Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah) + +(Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x) +And even though you gone, your memory lives on +And on yeah, and even though you died +You still my nigga, my nigga, my nigga + +[Lil' Flip] +I met Screw in 9-4 at a Fat Pat show +Back when Club Unique, use to be stadium bowl +I walked up to his car with a cassette in my hand +Then I freestyled for him cause this could be my only chance +Me and my partner Jason, we started doing mix tapes +We both smiled cause we knew this could be our big break +Then Screw wrote his number down and said hit him next week +Get your list together, and pick all your beats +Well time went by and my best friend died +Rest in peace Jason dog I wish your ass was alive +A couple months later, my second cousin passed +So that made me sit down and realize what I had +I dropped "Diamonds In Yo Face" and "Buy The Car, Buy The House" +And Screw saw me at a show and said boy you went off +Two hours later, I was making tapes at his house +And didn't nobody go to sleep until the mics went off + +(Chorus - 2x) + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm still on earth, and everything ter-rific +Pour me a spot, so we can reunite and kick it +People don't understand life, but one day you'll get it +But for now you better enjoy your one way ticket +And Screw, I wanna thank you for the help you gave me +We had a relationship like Lil Wayne and Baby +The day you gave me the plack saying Screwed Up Click +The Freestyle King forever is Lit-tle Flip +You let me rip, the mic while you was scratching and mixing +I wasn't trying to run shit I just played my position +We stood in the kitchen smoking, laughing and sipping +Getting high, me and you eating a basket of chicken +Before we shot fool you said Flip come get a ass whipping +I ain't gone lie, Screw could shoot with one hand without missing +I'm on a mission, I'm trying to Screw up the world +Lil' Flip gone hold it down baby that's my word + +(Chorus - 2x) + +[Lil' Flip] +Now the last verse, I ain't even got to curse +I'm use to seeing your Impala not you riding in a hearse +You set a trend, that'll never be forgotten +Just imagine Batman if he didn't have Robin +But I learned a lot, and I'm glad I'm in a click +And please believe, I still drop underground hits +I got your name tatted on me with a crown on top +You probably DJ'ing up there for Biggie Smalls and Pac + +(talking) + +(Chorus - 2x) + + +Swang Glass 84's Freestyle[Lil' Flip] +[Talking] +Yo, stretchin' +Man, you know +Lil' Flip nigga +Nigga freestyle, nigga, shit off the head, nigga +Nigga, this the shit, nigga +Nigga be mean in the hood representing, nigga + +[???] +We swang glass 84's +WePimp hoes +Platinum teeth, not white gold +The paper four +Young G's swang fo's + +[Lil' Flip] +Swang fo's, that's what we do +I gotta hold it down for my nigga named Screw +I'm Lil' Flip, I like to creep up the block +Niggas jacked, so I sleep with my Glock +I know you know, I know you heard of my style +A lot of these niggas don't think I deserve my style +But anyway, it's time to get in the limelight +Ya'll niggas got a deal but ya'll can't even shine right +I'm tight +I break your mics +In half +You got three hours, my nigga, you made me laugh +Im'a show you what it is to be a lyrical nigga +Southside, still holding, I can flow with (?) +I got skills to pay the bills +The only reason I rap is to get some mils +Fuck a record deal +Nigga Im'a stay independent +You can't see my diamonds cause my windows tinted + +[???] +Rolling glass +Swangin' glass 84's +Young thugs pimpin' hoes (sucka free) x2 +Swisha house, HLC + +[Lil' Flip] +We in the door +Like the FBI +Nigga owe me money +I bet he'll die +I'm telling these niggas I'm about my money +You fucking with me, I might stop With Johnny +I take my chain to get trillion cuts +Little Flip is worth a million bucks +I'm all about my motherfucking pape-o +Cats from Dago +Just bought a Winnebago +Jose Canseco +Can get a home run +Fuck a home run, I come with my chrome gun +Let a nigga know +I need what I own +The freestyle king Im'a sit on my throne +Nigga Im'a sit on recline +Shit on my mind +Never-ever-ever sniffing a line +We blow endo, that light green shit +Candy red, looking good, have you seen this? +Berets, everything candy +Paid, and if I'm in an Escalade, I'm rolling +Blades. I'm playa-made +Like Super Dave +I pulled a lot of stunts +It's the home of the brave where the +Trunks, open up like... ass +Lil' Flip owe me some money, nigga I blast +I'm all about my cash +I'm all about my money, nigga +Ain't shit never been funny +Dummies get baked when the bricks get low +Lil' Flip needs five g's for a show +I come in the store +I stand on the stage +Freestyle for about thirty minutes off (?) track +I made that +Everything I cook, shit made it back +I double my money +Some niggas like to cover their money +If I'm in Puerto Rico Im'a smuggle my money +I'm throwed than a motherfucking Colombian +Lil' Flip got a (?) +Watching Freddy Kruger strong like Lex Luger +Man, I fuck Mariah Carey and Cynthia Cooper +A v-trooper +I seen them on the highway +But nigga I'm always blowin' +High today +I would chuck the deuce out the roof +Recognize me, he seen them rocks on my tooth +You gots to salute cause I'm a motherfucking soldier +When I freestyle, I never lose my composure +I blow dosier +Nigga the best weed, nigga my name is Wesley. Nigga +Trunk crunch hard like Nestle +That's a candy bar, call it with the handlebars +Lil' Flip I rap, make movies, damn I'm a star +These niggas can't come that close, nigga +My name ain't Casper but I'm one black ghost +Nigga toast with the (?) and Crystal (?) +Alligator, call that shit a Lincoln +What you thinkin'? +Nigga I might stop, baby +Feeling good, nigga, I might drop, baby +Another double CD, they love to be me +Lil' Flip, nigga I was on TV +Niggas say they ballin', nigga please +I got more jewelery than Mr. T + +[???] +Young g's swang fours +Pimpin' bitches, pimpin' hoes +Stackin' paper, paper fours +We young g's stackin' dough + +[] +Young g's, we stack dough +Pimp hoes, ride fours +Mouth full of gold (?) +Keep it real. Im'a pack steel in the land of the trill +Niggas getting killed every time that I come +Who's that there? And they know, it's Charun +96-01 and my boys in the brick +(?) we don't take no shit +Northside rider, butter provider +I done fucked off and took off with a glider +And my boy Dollar Jones on the block +Shit done got hot, the laws is trying to pop +Pop my spot cause they heard I got birds +I done hit the court looking just like a nerd +Glasses on my face I ain't even leave a trace +Feds said "Damn, we ain't even got a case." +(?) I done got away clean +Popped up twice, looking lovely on the scene +Let my third wheel just glidin' and soarin' +Once again, pop trunk, Charun +That's my real name and I'll beat you to the fame +I done fucked around and got throwed in the game +Riding down cell phone poles, mouth full of golds +Wanna hit the courts (?) + +[Big Shasta] +I'm a big nigga you can blame it on the milk +Ride on fours, let my bumper kit tip +Yes I am a thug, I do smoke drugs +Watch me come through and the haters bust slugs +Bust at a bitch, ride on the switch +Yes, my palm bitch I'm trying to get rich +I'm a paper chaser +I'm a ho eraser +Check my damn pocket you could see a big face +Big president +I ride behind tint +Didn't lose my house, I did pay my rent +It's the Big Shasta, I can flow faster +I can hit a stage seven sides to Alaska +Baby to Nebraska +Head to the water +Draped up and dripped, nope and don't sell quarters +I sell rhymes, I sell hooks, I got money all over my books +Let me be a crook +Nope, I am a thug +Man hold up +Man, nigga, what +Are you a balla? Are you a G? +Do you blow endo? Do you blow tree? +I blow doe-doe, came from Acapulco +If I get hungry, Im'a eat my ro-go +Cause I am big, you can call me pig +Draped up and dripped, nigga this is what I did +Dig me a ditch, pimp a bitch +I'm trying to get rich +Broke them boys off +Hold up man, hold up + + +Y’allY'all niggas tryna steal my style +Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style +I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style +What you gone do next try and steal my smile +Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style +I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style +What you gone do next try and steal my smile + +Y'all niggas tryna steal my style +Remember in I-5 you couldn't feel my style +Remember when y'all said you ain't nuttin but a kid +Y'all said I wouldn't make it +Hey but I did +Remember when y'all said me and hump ain't workin' +Just check the driveway nigga we ain't hurtin' +I bet y'all niggas never take a bank style +It ain't my fault that yo group ain't high +It ain't my fault that you can't do shows +Either we movin' to fast or y'all movin' to slow +Now why you wanna go out and make me mad +If you drop another album you gone make me laugh + +Cause y'all niggas tryna steal my style +Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style +I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style +What you gone do next try and steal my smile +Y'all niggas tryna steal my style +Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style +I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style +What you gone do next try and steal my smile + +Buy the car +Buy the house +Remember that +That was me +Diamonds all in yo face +Remember that +That was me and C +Southside still holdin' +Me, Duke, and A.P +G's and ballers +Ballers and G's +That was me and H and C +And ever since +I became +The freestyle king +I got dope fiends +That wanna be +The freestyle king +But I can't be copy-ed +My style ain't sloppy +Do yo C.E.O +Put yo money in his pocket +How does it feel tryna look like me +Nigga you can't even write a hook like m +I'm the first young playa in H-Town with platinum teeth +I'm the black richie rich with the brain of Master P +And I know I got skills +I'm droppin' hits like fumbles +You got cars in yo yard +They ain't shit like hummers +So you need to stop rappin' and go back to hustlin' +Cause if you drop another tape man you ain't gone make nuttin + +Y'all niggas tryna steal my style +Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style +I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style +What you gone do next try and steal my smile +Y'all niggas tryna steal my style +Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style +I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style +What you gone do next try and steal my smile + +I hate copy-cats +I hate sloppy tracks +If you see me in the club I'll be wearin' botany black +I wrote a million hooks +I'm down with a million crooks +So watch yo mouth downsouth +Cause boys stealin' hooks +Every time I perform +I got a dap for dat +You wanna be the freestyle king +I got a plaque for dat +And you sold some of my raps +You think I ain't gon tell +I'm sorry but yo next tape ain't gone sell + +Because y'all niggas tryna steal my style +Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style +I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style +What you gone do next try and steal my smile +Y'all niggas tryna steal my style +Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style +I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style +What you gone do next try and steal my smile + +[Lil' Flip talking] +Know what I'm sayin' +Lil' Flip the leprechaun +A K A the freestyle king +I come out sayin' I'm the leprechaun +Now everybody else wanna be the leprechaun +I come out sayin I'm the freestyle king +Now everybody else wanna be the freestyle king +Man after this year I'm gone be the freestyle legend +I ain't trippin' get yo own stuff +Suca-free niggas don't steal +Man I don't understand + + +I’m So Gone[Intro: Lil' Flip talking] +This for all the smokers +Get your lighters, get you a fat sweet +Put this in, and just ride heh + +[Chorus: Big Shasta] +I can smell the chronic in the air tonight (tonight) +Smoke on, smoke on +I been rollin paper squares all night long (night long) +I'm so gone, I'm so gone + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +First you roll it up and put it to your lips +Fire it up, take a puff and let ya mind start to drift +Welcome to the world of pipes and bongs +If you a weed smoker you gon' like this song +And if you don't smoke you better listen anyway +You might as well find out what you missin anyway +If it wasn't for chronic I don't know what I would do +I'd probably just pack all my shit and move +To Amsterdam where everybody smoke weed +Over there you can buy an ounce from a police +So if I don't speak to you it don't mean I'm stuck up +The only thing it mean is Lil' Flip is fucked up + +[Chorus: Big Shasta] +I can smell the chronic in the air tonight (tonight) +Smoke on, smoke on +I been rollin paper squares all night long (night long) +I'm so gone, I'm so gone + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +So all you cats smokin bullshit you better stop it now +Cause the only thing I blow is Endo and Chocolate Thai +Everyday I get high I believe I can fly +Air freshner for my car, Visine for my eyes +I'm a smoker so pass me the lighter +I smoke so much I got my own fire fighter +While I'm pulling all-nighters all week long +You can call me and Taz a black Cheech and Chong +I'm own my speaker phone gettin blowed like a feather +25 doobies on my dresser, yessir +I'm a chain smoker ridin in a Range Rover +And when I smoke Endo I use a flame thrower +Some people use X and PCP, but all I need is light green trees for me +And if I don't speak to you it don't mean I'm stuck up +The only thing it mean is Lil' Flip is fucked up.. + +[Chorus: Big Shasta] +I can smell the chronic in the air tonight (tonight) +Smoke on, smoke on +I been rollin paper squares all night long (night long) +I'm so gone, I'm so gone + +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +Ay you got hash, Endo type flight cousin +I'm pumpin gas, by the stop light on Cuttlin +I'm buzzin drivin in-tox-icated +And the life style I live I know you got to hate it +I smoke, and smoke, I never choke +He got some bunk weed man get a roll +I'm crackin jokes, I laugh and giggle +I'm about to break it down so pass the scissors +Roll up a fatty and take puff +Roll up another if it ain't enough +I smoke blunts everyday so don't ask me shit +And if that weed ain't fire don't pass me shit + +[Chorus: Big Shasta] +I can smell the chronic in the air tonight (tonight) +Smoke on, smoke on +I been rollin paper squares all night long (night long) +I'm so gone, I'm so gone + + +Freestyle(*talking*) +We got that green stuff, Big Tite +Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg +Fin to put it all in y'all face + +[Slim Thug] +I got too much money, too much cash +I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash +Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue that +22 that, pounds of dro I done blew that +You should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon shine +My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times +I'm top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth +I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss +Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys +I'm joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys +Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank +But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank +I'm top rank, Slim Thug gon talk the talk +Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball +We some paid young G's, with too much cash +Too much flow and do', talking too much trash ha + +[Hook - 2x] +Too much money, too much cash +All y'all haters, can kiss our ass +We got too much money, too much cash +All y'all haters, can kiss our ass + +[Lil Flip] +Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot +S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm really hot +I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes +Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold +I bought the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South +Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk +I talk the talk and walk the walk, cause nigga I'm a G +Lil Flip is who I be, I know your gal know me +Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowman +And I push a Jag, you just gotta see it man +I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape +You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake +Give me a break, you think I'm lying or something +I'm at the mall with your hoe, and she buying me something +I'm a young pimp, with a whole lot of cash +And y'all haters, y'all can kiss our ass + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Tite] +I got too much M-O-N-E-Y +Anything I S-E-E, I B-U-Y +Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that thang in the wall +We throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fall +Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top +I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop +Girls bop, automatic cause I'm top of the line +I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine +I'ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss Hogg in a row +You can catch me fresh and braided, or rugged and fro +You see the Spre's on the car, I bet you my people like the rock +When girls see Tite, Flip and Slim they say... pulling cameras out +Damn I'm hot, when I hit the club I'm bound to line to the bar +And for the first hundred people, I'm insuring they car +Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car +We got too much green, and that's real by far + +[Hook - 2x] + + +We Blow EndoUh-Huh heh-huh +Lil Flipper da Leprachun ak da Freestyle King +Sucka Free, Fuckin wit dat Ron-C on dat Dodo tshhh +Nigga ya'll blowin bull shit, Endo nigga dats what we blow + +We blow endo, I might be on Jay Leno +They be like Flip can you listen to my demo? +I say nah nigga I got shows to do +After the Concert I got ho's to screw +If I'm on stage I don't want to be close to you +I got money nigga I ain't gonna boast to you +What I'm supposed to do is keep rappin +Some niggas got gold in they mouth +I got Platnium, I ain't Cappin +What Happened? I done blew up to quick +I'm Lil' Flip the Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click +I represent, I get head +Ride Blue, Ride Black, I Ride Red +Fuck-a Fed, I shake heads when I'm in the Club +Ball out of control, I got endo dub Sacks +How you love dat? +I ain't the Hot boys +But you might see me in a Drop Top Boy +I wear Rolex, I got Baggets, Princess Cuts +If I'm in the club you'll see me pimpin Sluts +Dats what I do, nigga all the time +Get ro-tation on 97 point 9, dats the box +Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox +Used to be on blocks slangin rocks +Now I'm changin Dots, In my Drop Top Prowler +Goto court throw away the case I got a Prowler +A Caller, nigga Caller I.D., I balla I be +She wanna fuck? I'm gonna caller and see +Take dat ho to Motel 6 and goto Tweeties +Pour a deuce in a can, Sold a four in Tahati +Now I'm leanin, nigga I'm in a green Beamer +Super Duper fly like I'm Missy Mesdemeanor +I'm Lil Flip, nigga I know you know me +Baggets in 30 corners all on my Role(x) +You might see me, In an Expedition +With a sign on da back that says lets go fishin +I'm a balla, nigga I told you that, If I ain't ridin green +Then I'm rollin lac, I'm from the Clover, I'm a Soldier +I write rhymes in my folder, Hell ya I got more crystals then Foldgers +Dats coffee, Ho's wanna toss me, get off me +Cuz I be ballin out of control, Ho's they stalk me +From your Walkie, My Nextel, Inhale, Exhale +Half of my niggas locked up in jail +But I'm still on da block puttin it down +Nigga when I smile, bling, Platnium puttin- you got a frown +You be mad, Cuz you see me in a Drop Top Jag +50 G's for a car is not that bad, I can Do that +If its to fast I can screw that +Get the brand new Drop, Royal Blue dat +Now I'm Cruisin, Nigga-Niggas I be bruisin +Gettin all them mad, Cuz at the club I be Choosin +I like Yellow Bones, Talk on Prime Co Telephones +Got Ho's from Hirame Clark to Yellow Stone +I'm in Homestead Chillin with the real niggas +We wearin Platnium Fubu, ya'll still wear Fil-Hil-Figer +I almost fucked up but nigga I'm the King +I can freestyle all night untill the door bell ring +And all I do is ride on chrome, and all I got is DVDz inside my home +I got a Jacooze, I might watch Scary Movie +Hell ya I get head from yo mamma every Tuesday +This Lil' Flip, I bet you know that, Show that +Hell ya you owe me some money, nigga you owe that +So pay me, The Radio gonna play me +Look at my yard I got more toys then Kay Bee +Who I am? da Leprachun Freestyle King +Change da color of my teeth and my Bezeltine +Now I'm Platnium, nigga got a nigga name Crime +Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Jhonny got me blindin +Got me just parallel park +When I open up my mouth it farwell to the dark +I sip drank, Flip tanks, Sip Eights +Ya'll ho's in Worthin, Sterlin, and Yates +And when I pick'em up, nigga I'm gonna take'em to the room +Nigga I'm gonna be the witch and you can ride my broom +Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off da dome +I got all satellites on the top of my home +I get gone in my zone nigga, I'm in a Bently +Niggas mad they got Guess glasses, I'm wearin Fently in S-Classes +Jumpin out, nigga the King +Fuck ya'll nigga I'm jumpin out Limosuine + +Nigga Lil' Flip, heh-huh Sucka Free, Swisha House Nigga +We over here too nigga, We puttin it down Nigga +The North and the South Nigga +How you do it, We Gettin our roll on +Dat was freestyle nigga, I'm just bullshitin +Heh-huh I'm higher than a bitch + + +So Gone[Hook: Big Shasta] +Now we can roll some berry blunts +Supersize two feet long +And when it's done stuff the bong +So we can smoke on +You know we got the sticky trees +That's why we make smoke songs +One thing I know for sure +Is that I'm so gone + +[C-Bo] +Yeh M-J baby you mean everything to me +I built all my raps and goals, and life around you +I don't care what they think, I ain't right without you +I don't dip whip shit, through the night without you +Swisha, ciguerilla, cause you just so potent +Put the towel under the do', cause you just so open +I can see me wid you all in my life +I'm in my drop top rollin' down Sunset all through the night +Cause when I, fire ya up right, they know you're the truth +I just look at them other niggas, cause they want a hit too +But I ain't into sharin' mines, less you one of my dogs +If you wid us it ain't shit we blow one of my logs +I keep the dro loose, like it's supposed to +So when they hit it they just choke like they supposed to +You wanna blow to?, you gon' need dough fool +You hit my blunt I snatch it back like I don't know you + +[Lil' Flip] +Imagine ridin' down the highway eyes all blurry +Cops pull me over cause they know I'm in a hurry +I ain't worried I ain't ridin' dirty but I'm high as fuck +I hoppin' out like damn, you wanna buy my truck? +It must've been my luck, for me to get stopped +It must've been your luck, for you to get dropped +I roll the creme of the crop, the best shit nigga +We ain't fuckin' around wid that stress shit nigga +I went to Amsterdam, in a tannish Lan +I ain't wear my fuckin' jewelry they know who I am +I Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left +Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince +Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones +I got begets in my ring, I got green weed purple weed +No more commercial weed, hah ha +That's how I do it smoke one G + +[Hook] + + +Kings of the South(*talking*) +Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa +The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha +Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels +But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let's go + +[Lil' Flip] +Look me and my niggas, we fifty deep with them triggas +I'm a school boy yeah right, I run with them killas +Afilliated with pimps, I know too many cats +I've been rapping eight years, I got too many placks +Now when I run in your crib, and take your son out the crib +And put the gun to his bib, now it's one in his ribs + +[Z-Ro] +I stay in and out of the jail house, I can afford to bail out +You can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail route +I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to move +See these big old niggas I'm walking with, there's some behind you too +Don't want us to trip, you don't wanna see this extended clip +Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil' Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch + +[Lil' Flip] +Now I'm back with my crew, like we ain't got nothing to do +So if you beefing with them, then I'm beefing with you +I'm the King of the South, you see the ring and the house +I'm a major playa like, Mean Green in the South +So if I kick in your do', and put my dick in your hoe +Give me the brick in the flo', now it's time to go + +[Z-Ro] +When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo' do's +I got rid of all my old bitches, to make way for some mo' hoes +We are the real Kings, god damn it my grill clean +I smoke and I still lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat) +Cause I kick's it with my people, fuck friends they all turn evil +They might try, to do me something lethal +All y'all niggas claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater + +[Lil' Flip] +Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay niggas like Buffy +You a fag, I refuse to let a label fuck me +Cause I'm calling the shots, my favorite rapper is Pac +Nigga I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snot +So when I blow up your office, and rob one of your bosses +I can't take no losses, you know how crunk the South is +Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly's +I get three dollas with this, you only getting a penny +This skinny nigga, will never be in my position +How you gon fight, when you got malnutrition +So when I stomp your ass, and when I front your ass +And when I punch your ass, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go + +[Z-Ro] +I'm a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don't spend do' +I got five percent tint, on each and every one of my windows +Everytime the wind blows, another Benjamin goes +Where the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I'm paid for your info + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm the rap LeBron, better yet I'm T-Mac +I was flipping work, when you was playing pitty-pat +I take a brick from here, then I move it on the East +I got New York niggas, paying 23 +So when I hit your gut, I'm in my pick-up truck +I come to pick up bucks, after that I'm picking up sluts now let's ride + + +I Shoulda ListenedHuh huh +I had to do somethin like dis +Ya know +Huh I shoulda listened +I shoulda listened + +[Lil' Flip - Verse 1] +I shoulda listened, when ya said boy go and get a job +I shoulda listened, cause you gotta sell dope or rob +I shoulda listened, when you told me I need to go to college +But right now I'm tryin to money in my wallet +I shoulda listened, when you said boy make good grades +But instead I was worryin about dem new j's +I shoulda listened, when you said boy dont get no tattoos +Now it's 2 years later and now I got 22 +I shoulda listened, when you said keep playin basketball +But I was makin mo money standin in the hall +I shoulda listened, when you said I need to be in the church +But that's hard "why" cause everyday I gotta concert +I shoulda listened, when you said I need to watch my friends +Cause yesterday my partner got jacked fo' his Benz +I shoulda listened, when you said dont stand on the corner +Cause all black folks do is smoke marijuana + +[Chorus: repeat 2X] +I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont do that I did it any way +I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont hustle but I gotta get paid + +[Lil' Flip - Verse 2] +I shoulda listened, when you said quit standin on the block +Cause all that do is make it easy fo the cops +I shoulda listened, when you said it dont matta what car you drive +Long as you pay yo bills long as you survive +I shoulda listened, when you said dont be hangin at the club +Cause people get drunk and wanna shoot the club up +I shoulda listened, when you said you can't please everybody +Right now I'm findin out I dont need everybody +I shoulda listened, when you said dont brind dem niggas to ya house +Cause when you ain't there theyll try to break in ya house +I shoulda listened, when you told me you read what ya so +So everybody I meet I can't treat'em like a ho +I shoulda listened, when ya told me do somethin wit my time +So I picked up the pen and paper and now I'm writtin ryhmes +I shoulda listened, when you said forget the money put God first +So that's the way I gotta end my verse + +[Chorus] - repeat to fade + + +I Just Wanna Tell U[Hook - 2x] +I never meant, to break your heart +But you know how life go, shit happen +But you know, I still got your back +And I just, wanna tell you that + +[Lil' Flip] +Many nights you waited up, but I never called back +And everytime I had a show, I would tell you to fall back +I know you think I got chicks, in every state +I know my lifestyle fast, but I'ma pump my breaks +At the beginning, everything was cool +I use to leave the studio, and pick you up from school +You was there, when I had to eat Ramon noodles +If you ain't careful, stress is what the game'll do ya +I got the world, on my shoulders +That's why I lace my girl, with a Clover +I know you worried, cause I stay in the streets ma +But don't worry, cause I roll thirty deep ma I'm good + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip] +At first it was restaurants, then the movies +Now you typing crazy messages, in my two-way +But it's time though, I meet a million hoes +But they ain't like you, cause they ain't got pretty toes +You know thugs, never let they feelings show +But anytime you wanna talk, just let me know +Cause I got your back, we a perfect match +It's me and you against the world, who's stopping that + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Lil' Flip] +I like to see you, with no make-up on +I like to see you with a Jacob on, now do your thang girl +If you wanna get to know me, just holla girl +Have you ever rode, in a drop top Impala girl +I could turn a good girl, into a bad girl +I got you rocking black ice, no more black pearls +I can't lie, I want your body in the worst way +I fly to Cali in the morning, I'll be back Thursday + + +I Got Flow(Chorus) +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro +I got flow, you know I got flow +If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro +I got flow + +Look, I put diamonds in your face +I'm Lil' Flip, you know me +I chill with Big H.A.W.K., C-Note, and Pokey +Used to do karaoke, now I'm da freestyle king +You wanna see the platinum in my mouth and my Byzantine +I go to ? cause my piece shine bright +If I look into the sun, my teeth shine bright +I ride to the left, I swang to da right +They like, “Lil' Flip let me see your chain in the light?” +When I step on stage I leave you wit your mouth open +I go to Papdeux or I might go to Copeland +Fly to Oakland and do a song with Too $hort +All Mann my pants I gatta take'em back dey ain't toostarched +I be ballin', I be crawlin' that's all I do +Represent the Screwed Up Click with DJ Screw +I'm da freestyle king I said it once I'd said it twice +I don't wear no other name brand shoe but Nikes + +(Chorus) +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro +I got flow, you know I got flow +If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro +I got flow + +Look, ain't nobody down-south wreckin' Flipper +Got da brand-new Bentley with the inspection sticker +Or I might be in da Jag, or I might be in the plane +Da diamonds on my ring or dey might be on my chain +I'm looking good, I'm dress good, I feel good +I stay right between S. A. and Hillwood +Cloverland on da map I know you know that +Every song I put out BABY, I wrote that +But I'm freestylin' comin' from da top of my dome +I got satellites all at da top of my home +I got diamonds all on da top of my phone +I got ice and it's all on da top of my cone +Im a balla, I chill with my partner Taz +We be ballin' out of control, NBA live in da Jazz +He might dunk on me, I might dunk on him +But it don't really matter +Drank da drank till its on da rim of da cup +I mo buck, I'm slidin' and creepin' +Dey be like Lil' Flip, “South side we sippin'!” +I represent my hood, Cloverland, its in the air +Hell Yeah! I swear like my name was Andre Wear +In da pocket I'm like a rocket +I'm gonea explode, and every time on stage, I do it throwed +And every time I do a song, I show off +I put the mic down buddy, I go off +Cause I'm the freestyle king + + +(Chorus) +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro +I got flow, you know I got flow +If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro +I got flow + +I might go to college, I might do my work +Wear a piece andchain that u can see through my shirt +I got ten Escalades, and three of them tinted +I got a PrimCo phone with three million minutes +You might see me at the summit looking lovely +You might see me in the Jag and its bubbly +You might see me with Kryst-al and Moet +You might see me with a platinum Rolex +You might see me just laying on the hill +You might see diamonds just laying on my grill +You might see me just playing in the field +I'm Lil' Flip .freestyle king, I gatta get a deal + + +(Chorus) +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro +I got flow, you know I got flow +If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio +Cause I got flow, you know I got flow +I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro +I got flow + + +What I Been Through(Intro) +Hi, this is the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous +Today we're interviewing Lil' Flip (what's up man) +So Lil' Flip tell me, how long have you been rapping +(man I've been rapping ever since)... + +[Lil' Flip] +1995, I was in junior high +I saw a lot of shit, so I was glad to be alive +A lot of people died, but a lot of people here +And when I turned 15, my vision got clear +It's time to be a man, time to make a plan +It's cool to make a hundred, but it's best to make a grand +My Granny got sick, and then they found cancer +We got to pay the doctors, but God got the answer +The surgery went good, my Granny doing well +My baby on the way so I can't go to jail +And to my niggas on the block, stop selling rocks +Cause I'ma tell the truth you can't outsmart the cops +You see what I did, I only drop hits +Chopping up game, y'all chopping up bricks +And some niggas snitch, cause they can't take the heat +How we gone go buy a system when the system got his beat + +[Young Redd] +Hey, I'm from the home of the Astros, home of the Rockets +Born to rap yo, with a microphone in my pocket +Always thought I was grown, you couldn't tell me nothing +I would talk shit if you tried to tell me something +But I regret that, I had some minor setbacks +Old people thought my future would be jet black +All my years growing up, I thought life was a game +You can't make it real far, thinking life is a game +Yeah we lost a couple of friends, I almost lost my brother +I don't know what would of happened if we lost eachother +Everyday is something new, I just take it in stride +You only got one life, so enjoy the ride +Sometimes I was paid, sometimes I was broke +Me and Gray started hustling but my mama didn't know +But it's cool, cause now I'm into this music +The man gave us a gift and we loving to use it +And if you look real close you'll see +That you can only be you, and I can be me +Cause can't nobody ever live my life but me +But you will never see what I see like me huh me + +(Chorus: Big T - 2x) +And you don't know what I've been through +So you shouldn't judge me +And you don't know what I will and I won't do +So you shouldn't judge me + +[Lil Ron] +It's getting harder now I just don't understand +Why the people in the world disgrace the black man +All that I could say, is pray and let it be +Little right and try your best not to end up like me +See I was the nigga that slang dope and steal cars +Glad I stopped before it led behind bars +Heart aches and scars, help me feel my way +Understand today I got a decision to make +Now do I wanna live right or continue going wrong +I'm never at home this music keep a nigga gone +But this is what gets me, who are you to judge +Cause I'm young and black, people still hold a grudge +Just a nudge right now'd push me over the end +When I was 14 I lost a very close friend +And ever since then my life ain't been the same +That's the biggest reason why I had to make a change + +[Lil' Flip] +Never judge a book by it's cover, a man by his wealth +And if you already on your feet why don't you help somebody else +This what I was taught, so that's what I live by +Cause you can't take none of this shit with you when you die +So everyday I try, to keep my head high +But these bird ass niggas always jump fly +Should I take em out the game, naw I'ma use my brain +I'ma kill em with kindness, and blow up my name +I came from nothing, and now I got a little change +A nigga happy now but I went through some pain +And everyday it rain, there's gone be some sunshine +I never thought I could put my whole life in one rhyme + +(Chorus - 2x) + + +Rags 2 Riches[Lil' Flip] +It was all a dream... (Ha-ha) +We finally made it (finally made it) +One A, One B +We came up from + +[Chorus, Lil' Flip] +Rags to riches (wha) +Rags to riches (wha) +Me and Will-Lean came up from rags to riches (wha) +Rags to riches (wha) +Rags to riches (wha) +[Will-Lean] We're Clover G's, pull up, we got the baddest bitches +[Lil' Flip] Rags to riches (wha) +Rags to riches (wha) +Me and Will-Lean came up from rags to riches (wha) +Rags to riches (wha) +Rags to riches (wha) +[Will-Lean] We're Clover G's, pull up, we got the baddest bitches + +[Verse 1] + +[Lil' Flip] I push a drop-top +[Will-Lean] I push a Maserati +[LF] I got five screens +[WL] In my black Denali +[LF] You know the ladies love us +[WL] You know the niggas hate us +[LF] We learn to make the money +[WL] Don't let the money make us +[LF] We can't fuck with you fakers +[WL] We keep a gat for jackers +[LF] Them shots will hit ya ass +[WL] BOOM! Harder than a linebacker +[LF] I got a chip on my shoulder +[WL] I got three clips in my holster +[LF] Let's get it on nigga +[WL] Before I spit ya dome nigga +[LF] I'm nominated this year +[WL] We need a Grammy nigga +[LF] I'm at the Source Awards +[WL] Down in Miami nigga +[LF] I used to be broke +[WL] Now we paid in full +[LF] We back to back (back to back) +[WL] Like the Chicago Bulls +[LF] We came a long way +[WL] You shouldn't have made a left (made a left) +We made a right (made a right) +[LF] You went the wrong way +Now we coming up +[WL] Y'all niggas goin' broke +[LF] We got our own weed +[WL] Y'all still borrowin' smokes + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2] + +[WL] I fuck with mad hoes +[LF] You already know +[WL] I got three chicks in Pensacola +[LF] And two in Me-ji-co +[WL] And we thuggin +[LF] Rollin' on dubs +[WL] I can't quit like Snoop +[LF] We smokin' our stuff +[WL] Nigga, you not hard +[LF] You just a pop star +[WL] You sweet in the middle +[LF] You remind me of a Pop Tart +[WL] You had a head start +[LF] But you in last place +[WL] That's what you niggas get +[LF] For movin' at a fast pace +[WL] We number one for real-uh +[LF] Just fire up the killa +[WL] And if you wanna show +[LF] Just wire us the skrilla +[WL] We came to bring the pain +[LF] And Johnny bring the chain +[WL] What about the watch? +[LF] We got special rocks +[WL] Cause we got extra Glocks +[LF] With a few extra shots +[WL] When I reflect a dot +[LF] You gettin' extra dots +[WL] We got Lexus drops +[LF] Our paper never stop +[WL] We Clover G's on top +[LF] And we extra hot + +[Chorus] + + +My Block(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood) + +[Lil' Flip] +From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look + +[Chorus] +From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips +From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips +And if you don't work, then you don't eat +I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets +From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips +From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips +And if you don't work, then you don't eat +I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets + +[Lil' Flip] +Late night, if you don't work you don't eat +That shit is fo' real +You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that shit on yo' bills +Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O +We don't believe in police, cause they too slow +I had to do what I did so I could get what I got +You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block +You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin' +You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin' +You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff +You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff +Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff +Real niggas in the kitchen cuttin' stuff +Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up +I got dreams of seeing all my money double up +I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed +If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat + +[Chorus] +From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips +From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips +And if you don't work, then you don't eat +I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets +From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips +From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips +And if you don't work, then you don't eat +I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets + +[Crime] +Do any niggas wanna step to this? +I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip +Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship +And I ain't even bring an extra clip +Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip +We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit +And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice +Your final notice, ready to die +Like my nigga Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high +My whole clicks alibi, fuck the piece I want the whole damn pie +Eight sounds tha best high +I get it with my lips or with the rubber grip +Smoke kicks than Matrix, you cats ain't seen shit +You really know who you fuckin',you betta tell 'em Flip +My Glock cocked, yo' block drops +I bust shots, ya'll call cops, fuck 911 nigga we blaze spots + +[Dante] +Hey Flip, from my block to yo block, I'm thugged out +I'm realizin' its some soljas Down South +Scream it loud, if you the meanest nigga +Affiliated with guns, gang bangers that pull triggas +Me and my niggas, feelin' trapped like we in a maze +Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave +And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me +Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9 +I'm livin' now while I'm still hea +Fuck it when I'm gone +Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on +We high, gettin' drunk, doin' what we want +Jail can't change us it only makes us dangerous + +[Chorus] +From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips +From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips +And if you don't work, then you don't eat +I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets +From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips +From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips +And if you don't work, then you don't eat +I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets + +[Godfather] +We roll V12 motors, Pittsburgh to tha Clovers +Down South they lean, the East be never sober +Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus +I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice +You niggas bogus, gotta keep my mind focused +Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious +My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses +Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish +After I recite this, you niggas shouldn't quote this +Godfather, fragilistic xpalidosius +Street bums, rap for pennies and nickels +Like nigga la vocal, give 'em the Russian sickle + +[Lil' Flip] +Look, I stay on my block +I get paid on my block +It ain't no such thing as being afraid on my block +I'm true to my block, I shoot wit my Glock +If I don't know you, I don't wanna see you on my block +I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block +Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block +I hang on my block, they know my name on my block +And every since I blew up, it ain't tha same on my block +I live on my block, I eat ribs on my block +You might see me wit William Gibbs on my block +I'm real wit my block, I chill on my block +7 years and 5 days nigga, and I'm still on my block + +What nigga, feel that, Lil' Flip, Cloverland, Godfather, Pittsburgh +Crime, New York, nigga Dante, California, feel that, from my block to yo +Block, nigga, we do tha same..thang + + +I’m a Baller(*talking*) +Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live +From Redd's showroom ya heard me (off top) +We still balling, we still doing this shit ya heard me +We still in it (believe that) it's that flame shit + +[Yung Redd] +The wheels on my truck, go round and round +I'm sitting 24 inches, off of the ground +How that sound, mama said do what you'd like +Hold it rocking flights, red, white and blue stripes +But hold up, down South still on nonstop +Cause we been representing down here, for a while +With no solo album, I was still amazing +Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing +Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around +Two skinny, but my stacks keep weighing me down +They say balling is a habit no, I can't help it +Now I got more green, than a Boston Celtic +So I'm going all out, on a money route +Now I think these niggas, really know what I'm about +I don't know where you been, I don't know where you from +But around these parts, we get it how it come + +[Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x] +See I'm a flosser, balling like you see it +Recognize me as a balla, legend in the streets +Best believe I did it all but, that will never stop me +From feeling like a flosser, cause I'm a balla + +[T.C.] +I'm still in the game, y'all catch my drift +I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip +When I hop out the truck, y'all catch my drift +The rolly's so icy, bitch get off my dick +We ride the finest cars, you know we stay stunting +Rims so big on the six, they sit funny +If it ain't broke don't fix it, blunt it and blist it +In a all blue something, with the plates unlisted +Like Nike, keeping you bitch niggas in check +Yeah whodi you know me, they boy is back +With two bricks, two chicks and two platinum Macks +I stay grinding, so you know I stay shining + +[Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x] + +[Yung Redd] +See I'm like a value meal, my doe supersized +Copping a brand new Bentley, Coupe to ride +With mo' cake than a bakery, we got cream +Candy truck radio up, like Raheim +7-1-3 nigga, that's the name of my team +We still get full of that syrup, and gangsta lean +I still be ghetto fab, if I drove a yellow cab +Yung Redd enough said, my niggas got cash +Don't get it twisted up, my wrist lit up +You gotta show me something, for me to get up +Just call me a rough neck, but I cash enough checks +To put me in a Vet, and roll off with a set +The streets give me respect, for everything that I did +As a kid I always kept a strap, close to my ribs +But I don't know where you been, and I don't know where you from +But around these parts, we get it how it come + +[Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x] + + +Game Over (Remix)(feat. Young Buck & Bun B) + +(Intro) +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (Hahahahaha)(wooo) +Game Over, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah +Game Over, (yeah, the remix) +The remix, the remix, the remix +Clover geeeeees in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho) +We got G-unit it the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho,) +UGK in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho) +It's Lil' Flip, Young Buck and Bun B holla at em' + +(Young Buck) +My Chain hanging twenty fo's on my escalde and… +I Smoke so much a lot of people might think I'm a jamacian +I know just where to take em' straight to the dirty dirty +Where Bun come from, and Lil' Flip flip them birdie birdies +Me and Banks Bank heading out in ATL +50 riding with me blowing sticky down in cashville +We keep the club crunk ya'll know how we do it +Now let me see you stomp (stomp) in your G-units +They say I'm dressed like a thug, they won't let me in +Security better move or get up on my level then +The hood in here, where they at, (here we go buck) +Now let's buy the bar and drink till we throw up + +(Chorus) +(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip +(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip +(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip +(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) + +(Lil' Flip) +Lil' Flip is in the building, oh boy (oh boy) +Ah shit I had to do a remix +I got a thousand dollar shirt, plus three hundred dollar kicks +I know you mad cause your gal love my voice (ooooooo) +I know you mad I'm on the cover of the source (nooooooo) +I take fifteen minutes to drop a track boy +You ain't know I got Houston tatted on my back boy +I be in Philly with "Beans", I be with "50" in queens +I be in Houston with Bun, I keep a gun +From the crack game, to the rap game +But my main goal is to try to stack change +I'm number one on the charts you at the bottom boy +Cause if you drop when I drop, it's a problem boy +I got kicks for days, I move bricks and haze +I'm big pimping like "Jay" we choppin' blades +And clover gees on top of my chain +When I die put a crown on top of my name, holla +(now who they want) +(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) (now who they want) + +(Chorus) +(Bun B) +It's the king of the underground, the king of the thrill +In that candy Cadillac with pinky ring on the wheel +Diamonds against the wood, southern side stunting +And it's nothing for Bun B to come down on them bustas +I saw your rims fool, the spinners but they not dammit +See that's that half ass hustling, let's not have it +You wanna ball with the best, just go ball with the rest +Got more TV's in my car then best buy +You can just cry, your crew or a takeover +My nine' will give you a new grill like extreme makeover +Do this Pimp C, come home we move the fake over +To lame over, and it's the same cause the… game (over) + +(Chorus X2) + + +I Can Do Dat (Remix)[Lil' Flip] +The remix... Lil' Flip...Juvnile... +Skip...I Can Do Dat... +Suckafree - U.T.P + +If spill drank on my shirt (I can do dat) +It don't matter, I got a lotta Iceberg (I can do dat) +I'ma spend 180 on the house (I can do dat) +'Cause I ain't got a lady or a spouse (I can do dat) +You know I'm ridin' S-Type Jag's (I can do dat) +No belt, so my Guess might sag (I can do dat) +Cartier is my wrist-wear (I can do dat) +My bank account similar to Ric Flair's (I can do dat) +Next week I got a show in the Dirty (I can do dat) +And everyday I wear a throwback jersey (I can do dat) +I'ma fly to Miami for a night (I can do dat) +We front row and the Roy Jones fight (I can do dat) +I just got a deal for 20 Mill' (I can do dat) +I'm like U.G.K 'cause I'm trill (I can do dat) +And I put new platinum in my grill (I can do dat) +And guess what, I did that before the deal (I can do dat) + +[Juvenile] +I still wear boxers wit Girbauds (I can do dat) +I can bag a whole block full of O's (I can do dat) +Throw a free party in the Tunnel (I can do dat) +Nigga sip syrup through a funnel (I can do dat) +Turn a housewife into a hoe (I can do dat) +Stash a quarter million in the flo' (I can do dat) +Call a private meeting wit the mayor (I can do dat) +Tell him, "Quit hatin' 'cause I'm a playa" (I can do dat) +I when in the business talkin' in Ebonics (I can do dat) +Fly to California for the chronic (I can do dat) +Park my Rolls Royce in the 'jects (I can do dat) +Put 23's on my new Lex' (I can do dat) +Pass on a sale for ten ki's (I can do dat) +A palm tree hit for 10 G's (I can do dat) +Come through this bitch wit no clique (I can do dat) +Spit the remix wit Lil' Flip (I can do dat) + +[Chorus - Lil' Flip] +Hey, so if you see it - take it +I wreck - shake it +Money - make it +Microphone - break it +If you see it - want it +Buy it - own it +Drive it - flaunt it +Factory - chrome it + +[Skip] +I can turn a block into three (I can do dat) +Turn around a sell 'em all for cheap (I can do dat) +Hustle one day of the week (I can do dat) +The other six I smoke weed and sleep (I can do dat) +Can a plane from N.O to the 'Ville (I can do dat) +I'ma blow about a half a quarter mill' (I can do dat) +Then fly from the 'Ville to H-Town (I can do dat) +Yo Lil' Flip, man I just touched down (I can do dat) +Nigga, I'm forever like Botany (I can do dat) +Meet me right here, C-Note got me (I can do dat) +Don't make me have to call Will Lean (I can do dat) +Shouts out to my partner Mean Green (I can do dat) + +[Lil' Flip] +I still throw money at my shows (I can do dat) +Still look funny wearin' gold (you can do dat) +I stopped wearin' gold last year (I can do dat) +And I get more sex then the past year (I can do dat) +I still got rocks on my wrist (I can do dat) +I still never shop for a chick (I can do dat) +I still got them bricks on the strip (I can do dat) +Who run the south? - Juvenile and Lil' Flip (we can do dat) +I threw 20's on the Land Rover (I can do dat) +I talk shit 'cause I'm a Cloverland Soulja (I can do dat) +Fly to A.T.L and get drunk (I can do dat) +Blow a whole ounce wit Lil' Jon (I can do dat) +Hit Dayton for a week (I can do dat) +I had a show wit Eightball & MJG (I can do dat) +It only took a year and now I blew up (I can do dat) +But for DJ Screw, I'm gon' stay screwed up +Stay screwed up (I can do dat) + +[Chorus] + + +Flippin’You are now rockin' wit the symphony + +[Lil' Flip] +Yessir +It's ya boy Fliperachi the #1 fly boy (yeaahhh) +I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho) +You know we doin' a song for the ladies, they want records too, you know +So if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young boss +Girl money don't run out +Let me holla if you down wit Clover G's (fo' sho) + +[Hook - Mya] (Lil' Flip w/ ad libs) +I know that you'd take care of me, baby please (that's right, that's right) +No baby is not jealousy, jealousy +I know that I know that you pimpin' you pimpiiiinn' +I know that I know that so I'm flippin' I'm flippiiinnnn + +[Verse 1] +The first day we met, I was in my vet +I just left Warner Brothers pickin' up my check (hahaaa) +I pulled up in Wing Stop just to get me a bike +Rubber cush on my blunt so I'm high as a kite +Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop +And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch +Cause I know you wit a cat who ain't treatin' you right +And if you wanna be happy you should leave him right now +I got a ten o'clock flight on my G-5 girl +Let me upgrade you, no more Levi's girl +I'mma show you finer thangs you can cruise the world +And when we come back you gon' have bluest purse +Yessir + +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +I ain't a pimp no more, that was '99 (99) +Cause when it came to the bread I had to get mine +Top down when I'm roll up the Vegas Strip +Four pound on my hip in case a nigga trip +A hundred dollar chips, let's gamble ma (let's go) +And if the crowd get thick let's scramble ma (let's go) +No gal can cook shrimp better than ma (haha) +I had a gal ain't know what berretta or nine +After this, I'mma drop "Ahead of My Time" +The true thangs that I love is my bread and my dyme +They be like "Flip man you got a lazy flow" +That's when I say "oh wellll, I make crazy dough" +Chuchhh Chuchhh + +[Hook] w/ Mya singing +You always say the things to make me staaaayyyyy +He then told me that you would change your waaayyyysss +You always got the best from meeee +I gave 'em to you faithfully +I'm flippin' now I gotta get awaaaayyyyy + +[Verse 3] +So come and roll wit a fly boy +You can be my fly girl +Just you and I girl +The kid ballin' like Jim Jones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn) +Cause I made about 8 million ringtones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn) +I'm a certified mack in the streets +How many rappers got ice on the back (but they not too many) +I do it big like that rapper from ??? +While you exit home put your ring out (hahaaa) +And we on private jets sippin' real wine +I was in the projects watchin' feds crime +But now I'm doin' projects gettin' paid now (yeahh) +There go the paparazzi go and put your head down (cheese, cheese) + +[Hook] + + +Everyday[Verse One: B.G.] +On the block avanna to magnolia tryna shine +I scored a bird and I flipped dat bitch forty times +Now we ballin from Houston to New Orleans seven figures (ya'll lyin) +Got the baddest broads callin cause I'm rockin ice (bling!) +Gotta 2000 Benzy Bike rrrroooommmm rrrooommmm! loud pipes loud pipes +Gotta house on Washatona thats laid out +Short Bentley on dubs paid out +My niggas homes said wodie be bout cha' paper +He said you got ends dem feds will try ta hate ya +I said look here you know I'm bout my change cousin +I can spend a grand a day like it ain't nuttin +Cause I got money to blow I can spend a mill a day +And be far from broke ya heard me believe dat! +If it ain't ice it ain't ya heard me! +If it ain't platinum it ain't right + +[Chorus 2X: Lil' Flip] +Everyday I'm ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball) +Bourbon is crawlin (ooohh da way y'all ball) +Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball) + +[Verse Two: Lil' Marice] +I'ma balla-shot calla and I'm seven years old +My blades gon' chop and my pop trunk low +I chill wit my boys I might ride tan +I'ma H-town playa and ya'll can't stand me! +When I'm at school I make good grades +Ya know I'm Sucka Free and we all playa made +Chop chop twist twist I got rocks on my wrist +I'ma million dollar balla wit a million dollar kiss + +[Verse Three: Lil' Flip] +Well... +I got rocks on my wrist head lights on my fist +Wit all dis platinum in my mouth playboy I'm da shit! +I gotta Bourbon, a Jag, and one Durango +If you lookin at my watch you might see a rainbow +And when I pull up on da scene I'm hangin out da sunroof +Fo' 15's in my trunk kick like kungfoo (hhhuuwwwhhhaaii!) +You say you ballin like me what you gun' do +What you got on yo' watch I got on one tooth +I like to spend 50 and ball in da mall +Go to Gavleston and crawl on da wall +Me & Duke spend money and roll on 3's +I spend money like it grows on trees! + +[Verse Four: Taz] +If you ain't a millionare you can't ball wit me +Girl if you ain't a star you can't get caught wit me +Ain't nobody gon' represent the south like me +Ain't nobody got rocks in they mouth like me +I'ma shine no matter what the cost +Maybe I'm da boss nobody play the flaught wit me +You claim you ballin hard you ain't spendin G's +We only roll 20-inches on our Bentley's +T-A-Z ballin is what you hate ta say +Twenty D's in my rang can you pay da fee +Wit out money I dont know how my day would be +It's Hill Wood puttin it down playa we Sucka Free, that's right! + +[Chorus 4X: Lil' Flip] +Everyday I'm ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball) +Bourbon is crawlin (ooohhh da way y'all ball) +Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball) + +[Verse Five: Lil' Flip] +Look everybody in my click got Ninja bikes +Please take off ya ring I got bigger ice +I shoot craps in Vegas they got bigger dice +I re-did my teeth platinum for a bigger price +I got drop-top toys like Fisher Price +I like 2000 cars they got bigger lights +I got 20's at night jus' ta blow ya mind +I pull up in a crawla jus' ta slow ya down (*tires schreeching*) +When I pull up at da light women stop and giggle (Girls:Hey Flip,Hey Flip) +I tell em girl ya look good hop in da middle +I'ma Texas boy and I like ta ball a lot +I got 2 Prime Co's women call a lot (Hello,Hello) +I can't help dat I'ma star its in my Jeans-N-Trace +I got my name on my arm ScreensNPlates +I'm Lil' Flip and I'm all about stockin change +You say ya gotta million nigga that's pocket change +I'm ballin, I'm ballin! + +[Chorus 4X: Lil' Flip] +Everyday I'm ballin (ooohhh da way y'all ball) +Bourbon is crawlin (oooohh da way y'all ball) +Texas to New Orleans we ballin (oohh da way y'all ball) + +[Harmonized: Lil' Flip] +Sippin on lean ya know I'm lookin clean +Watchin T.V screens 20 diamonds in my rriinngg! +We bbbaaallllliiinnnggg! +Khakis wit a creese platinum on my teeth +Ya know I'm Sucka Free till I DDDD-III-EEEE! +We bbbaaallliiinngggggg! + +[Girl Singing] +I like da way you playas ball I like +Dem diamonds when ya smile it jus da way +You playas shots and roll on 20's all da time +Ooohhh!drastic!da way ya'll ball! + + +Single Mother(*talking*) +Yeah-yeah-yeah, ay let's win a Grammy with this one +Let's go woo-woo, this for all the single mothers out there +Coming straight from your boy Fliperaci, the number one fly boy +I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets +Fin to make you think, pay attention let's go + +[Lil' Flip] +When we was kids, we wasn't worried about the bills +It was all about the ice cream, and rolling down hills +Look boy meets girl, the next day he wanna kiss +He make it to third base, but the condom wouldn't fit +And guess who bust in, the lil' girl's daddy +And you know black folks, he beat the lil' girl's ass +Now her stepmom mad, she like send her back +Cause I don't want my real daughter, growing up like that +I tired to tell you last year, when you bought that phone +And you don't know what she doing, when we ain't at home +In these days, the kids looking older now +So a grown man, might tap you on the shoulder now + +[Hook] +This about a lil' mama too, if pop was here +I know it's hard to raise a child, and maintain a career +This a message, to all the single mothers in the world +(don't be wasting all your time) +And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help +Don't get stressed out, you can do it by yourself +Cause you a strong woman girl, enjoy your life +And no matter what they say, keep your head to the sky + +[Lil' Flip] +Now it's eight years later, ery'body seventeen +But everything changed, since Kim left the scene +Now her laid back man, moving crackular +You want a ki, you gotta meet him at the back of the store +But guess who saw who, at the club that night +After exchanging phone numbers, somebody started a fight +Now ery'body running, so Kim ran with him +That's when she said you a playa, why you ain't leaving with them +That's when he said I want you, I been waiting for you +What you say we get a room, just me and you +After too much liquor, one thang led into another +But you know where he messed up, he told her he loved her + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip] +Now it's two months later, that nigga disappeared +Meanwhile Kim at home, trying to wipe away her tears +Befo' she gave it up, he use to call daily +Another month passed by, now she going crazy +She popping up at clubs, she even keyed his car +That's when she got the phone call, bitch you went too far +Oh now you calling back, cause your car got scratched +You said you loved me, I can't believe I fell for that +Damn, I shoulda known you was a pig anyway +Look my stomach been hurting, and my friend kinda late +Wait, I took a test at least three or four times +But you know what cowards say, it ain't mine + +(*talking*) +And I know you tired, of hearing that man +A real man take responsibility, for his seeds +This for every single mother, whether you white or black +It don't matter, you know I'm saying +Ery'body can't be born rich, you know I'm saying +I come from the hood, I made some'ing out of nothing +You know I'm saying, everytime I do a concert +It's females in the front row, after the show +They like sign my autograph, so I can get back home +My kids gotta go to school, you know I'm saying +So if you taking care of your child, by your damn self +Keep doing your damn thang, if Fantasia can do the shit +Anybody can do it, you dig what I'm saying +Straight up, holla back + + +Dirty SouthSouth side.... dirty dirty.... south side.. ahhhhh + +CHORUS: +It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south +It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south (repeat 2X) + +(Redd) +Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites +Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes + +(Lil' Flip) +Well down south we drivin bentleys and jaguars +And we play all our hoes like a game of flash cars + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we bout that dolla dolla +Grab a trick then hit and make em holla holla + +(Lil' Flip) +Down South we eatin Timmy Chan's and noodles +I just bought an Escalade and a PT cruiser + +(Redd) +Down south my wrist stay below freezin +Down south my niggas brag for no reason + +(Lil' Flip) +In down south everybody shop in the galeria +I dont care about the price I drop money like diarhea + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we rollin fancy cars +Escalades drop tops and rovers wit role bars + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south lil flip pimpin sluts +Down south we wearin Princess cuts + +(Redd) +Down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt +Ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in +And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south candy paint bumper grill +And to be for real I'm already done cart wheels + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we all about stackin chips +And if you get outa line we packin clips + +(Redd) +Down south they know redd one of the best +Plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest + +(Lil' Flip) +In down south I put diamonds all in your face +And I'm sellin fifty thousand i'll leave your state + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south these bezeltines an baggets +So much ice you could bobsled off my chest + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we sip serve and fall asleep +Down south can't nobody else ball like me + +CHORUS: +It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south +It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south when we drive we hoggin the lane +86 baggets clogin my rang + +(Redd) +Down south we count money on the back of the jags +But if I'm broke you gone find me with a gat in the mast + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we smoke hydro and sip syrup +Down south it's boo boo guess and ice bergh + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we ride swangers on drop tops +After karintons we ride through our house + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south lil flip the only freestyle king +Down south we all known for big balling + +(Redd) +Down south we spit slang notice my voice dragin +Take a look at my clothes ice bergh jeans sagin + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we some ghetto stars +When we havin sex it's minashatwa + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south I hope yall know it's hot as hell +And if ya tape ain't jammin it's not gone sell + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south it's rolex and cardiere +We dont go to clubs unless they got a party there + +(Redd) +Down south 5-0's be slangin the billy clubs +Down south you ain't gone find to many silly thugs + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south stick together like glue +And we love our music slowed down by screw + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys +Major labels dont even wanna call these boys + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south I make em stop like DMX +And lil kids poppin wheelies on they bmx + +(Redd) +Down south every other ride is on twenty inches +On a bad day I prolly conversate with twenty winches + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we push rhymes like weight +And the real hangry grill fake hang with fake + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south it ain't no stopin me +And I got more zeros then the lottery + +CHORUS: +It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south +It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south (2x) + +(Redd) +Down south ladies throw brawls right in your way +Man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south all you hear is H.A.W.K +And thats the reason why I hit your (flum face ??) + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we ridin in vipers and vets +Down south we wearin nikes and sweats + +(Lil' Flip) +And down south sucka free got the game sewed up +Down south everybody sayin man hold up + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south all we do is ride on chrome +Down south we got dvd's inside our home + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we ballin for the millenium +I got a drop escalade and I ain't even twenty-one + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south everybody know I'm shinin quick +Can somebody flush the toilet (*toilet sound*) +Cuz I'm the shit down south + + +3, 2, 1, GO!(Intro, Juicy J & [Lil' Flip]) +DJ Paul, Juicy J Productions +Hypnotize Minds +SHUDAFUCKUUUP! +[Let's do it, nigga] +[Pay attention] + +Bring it back +Bring it back +Bring it back +Bring it back +Bring it back +Bring it back +Bring it back +Bring it back + +(Pre-Verse, Lil' Flip & [Three 6 Mafia]) +Now if I front you a O [Bring it back] +And once you make all ya doe [Bring it back] +And if you steal from me nigga [Bring it back] +Cause my homies kill for me nigga [Bring it back] +We'll cut off ya head [And bring it back] +Duct-tape it to ya leg [And bring it back] +And yo partnas can get it too [Bring him back] +Now they pumpin on his chest, cause they tryin'a [Bring him back] +I told y'all niggas, you supposed to [Bring it back] +But that's what you get when you talk behind my back +So tell my foes they can get it anytime +Cause when I'm on that shit, yeah I got it on my mind for real +Here we go + +(Hook, Lil' Flip) +Three, two, one, go! +I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes +Look you don't wanna fake +Cause I'll break yo shiiit +And you don't want drama with the Clover G clique, yeah! +Three, two, one, go! +I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes +Look you don't wanna fake +Cause I'll break yo shiiit +And you don't want drama with the Three-6 clique, bitch! + +(Verse 1, DJ Paul) +See nigga, this dope is cut-less +Flippin iron n' weight out my black Cutlass (Cutlass) +Shiny paint, with the quarter-top rag (Rag) +Got it for cheap, but we can't brag (Can't brag) +Haters playin, but they better have a plan-B +I got a Glock everytime that they see me +And I'ma bust til' my clips out of business +And that won't be til' I down all that witnessed +See I'ma do you bitches clean, by the book +With no murder weapons or talkers, then I'm good +See I ain't no trouble maker, just love to smoke wood +But'chu Three-6 wanna-be's got me mis-understood, bitch! + +(Hook) + +(Verse 2, Juicy J)[Left! repeats on beat throughout verse] +Yes sir +When you make a little cheese, then these niggas start to hate +For just rappin, or a jackin, or a dealer pushin weight +Don't get mad at the Juice, cause I hustle til' it's late +And you somewhere passed out, wit'cha face off in a plate +Heard you never get no pussy, so you hold 'em down and rape +Ridin 'round in rental-cars, like you head of the state +Tryin'a cut niggas deals, in the trunk he got the ba-kin soda +Thought I told ya, he'll get'cha cause he fake +Since I rap, don't be thinkin I can't leave yo body stinkin +Yes, we do a lot of drugs and a whole lot of drinkin +In this business, yeah it's gangsta +But this hatin, I'm gon' finish +Hit'chu in yo fuckin mouth, send you back to the dentist (Nigga!) + +(Hook) + + +We Ain’t Scared(talking) + +(Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x) +We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us +And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating +We ain't scared, and just because we +Serious, mysterious and curious + +[Lil' Flip] +You niggas acting like hoes, wearing eachother clothes +Bragging about platinum, nigga that's white gold +Fake niggas talk, and real niggas hush +Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust +Y'all got me fucked up, I been a street nigga +And when it's cold outside, I bring my heat nigga +Don't beef with me nigga, cause I get down and dirty +I make a call at one o'clock, you gone by one-thirty +Nigga I ain't scared I pack, infrareds +My enemies like batteries, half of em dead +You heard what I said, I'm down with trigga play +Cause all you see in convicts and killas, where I stay +I know Hump, got my front and Redd, got my back +I know Bizzy, got a tech and I'm coming with a mac +So start writin' your will, we coming with the steal +And it's a fact, that most niggas mouth get em killed + +(Chorus - 2x) + +[Lil' Flip] +I cock and spray, hit you from a block away +We ain't scared, believe me we got a lot to say +And if you see me in the club with a smile on my face +That don't mean shit cause I got a nine on my waist +So you can play Superman and get your ass paralyzed +Cause when it comes to my guns, they all super-sized +You better recognize we ain't Sucka Free for nothing +So when I say I'mma get you, you know I ain't bluffing +Cause niggas turn into hoes when you pull a gun out +And if I pull a gun out, I'm trying to knock a lung off +Now who the boss, nigga you already know +I got a team of headbusters, where ever I go +And if you got beef let me know I'm ready for war +I got a semi-automatic that'll machete your car +And next time you talk down, I'mma teach you a lesson +So call mama, and tell her she gone need her a reverend, what + +(Chorus - 2x) + +[Bizzy Bone] +Papi cholo, cops sniffing co-co, my deadly remedies +Like hot topics, hit that body look like frishchami +And that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, telling everybody +Hit the floor, so what in the fuck you think I came here for +Warrior, ain't no other character, for the love of money yeah +When I'm down in Houston, Texas niggas are gut playas +Some of these niggas is dinosaurs abducted like flying saucers +Niggas don't think like that, lick it down, on my alters +The most of my grave suite, model mama, put em up now +Daddy use to beat you deeply I stay on my tech with die-yah +2Pac to Bob Marely, my six the holley Halle Berry touching my braids +They ain't giving justice's name killing em black bald and all +Game recognize game, fame recognize fame +Niggas they hang, niggas they bang, niggas they slang +Pick up your Mac 10 quickly and bring the pain +One in the brain, one in the body it's an everyday thang + +(Chorus - 2x) + +(talking) + + +Gotta Be Me[Chorus: Cresia] +And I just gotta be me...me...me +And I'm gonna stay sucka free...free...free +And I just gotta be me... + +(Lil' Flip) +I'm an 18 year old CEO +I got fans thats dyin to see me flow +My favorite movie is CB-4 +H$E Click you know we throwed +I'm 6 foot 1 on the digital scale +I'm a ghetto star and a man as well +And I'm all about my mail like a man in jail +I wonder if I put my tape out, can it sell? +Only time will tell how many copies get sold +And I pray to god that I live to get old +Cuz half of my homeboys already dead +And the other half doin time with the feds +I'm like the CincinnatI Reds I'm playin ball for the pennant +And if I fall while I'm tryin I start from the beginning +They say practice make perfect and it really paid off +I'm my own boss now so I can't get laid off +And I'm gonna stay the same flip no matter what it takes +And I won't stop rappin no matter how much I make +Whether I'm rich or broke i'ma still crack jokes +And I never turn my back on mobbin foes + +[Chorus] + +(Lil' Flip) +I done been through a lot of pain +At an early age ??? gave me silent game +I got knowledge but I didn't get it from college man +I'm not gonna change because I'm flyin private planes +And if I don't work, my pockets hurt +Man it costs a lot of money livin on this earth +Everybody got to shine but it's my turn +The early bird gets the worm that's what I learned +Ever since I was a kid I had to ball +I don't smoke cigarettes and I hate alcohol +I went from being a janitor to a manager +When you become a star with me, wanna dance with yah +I'm gonna keep my platinum teeth and my pants saggin +Now everybody wanna jump on the band waggon +I ain't braggin, because I got a little change +I ain't gonna let my head blow up cuz I got a little fame +Now when my cousin died things got a little strange +I know the block is hot just ask lil wayne +Everybody dream about goin to hollywood +But look how fast I turned clover land into ??? + +[Chorus] + +(Lil' Flip) +Everyday I'm on the paper chase +I gotta win first place in this paper race +A lot of kids around the world wanna take my place +But momma said boy don't let nobody take your space +That's why I pay attention, so I can see +It ain't the army but I'm bein all I can be +So everyday I shop like I hit the lottery +I'm Lil' Flip that's the only thing I gotta be + +[Chorus] + + +North 2 Tha South(*talking*) +Whoa yeah, Lil' Flip the Freestyle King +Hold up, from the North to the South +Uh, uh, uh + +[Lil' Flip] +Welcome to the South, where niggas ride 84 swangas +Nothing but the screwed shit, in they c.d. changers +You know me, as I slide down the block +Nothing but princess cuts, slide off my watch +As I slide out my block, sipping Sprite syrup +Wearing Iceberg, bout to hit the right curb +I might swerve, when I'm under the influence +They pull me over, but I got my license and insurance +You know me, as I'm on six-ten +In a big Benz, swangas poke like stick-ends +Riding on chrome, with my Prime Co. phone +I'm the Freestyle King, cause I'm sitting on my throne +The Southside, we ride down MLK +The Southside, turn three lanes to a one way +The Southside, you gon get some gun play +Hands in my pants, but my name ain't Al Bun-day + +[Hook: Chamillionaire] +It ain't a game, we switching lanes +Sitting on D's or swangs, gripping and squeezing grain +See me, I ain't ashamed to throw up the set I claim +It's a Northside Southside, Dirty South thang + +[Chamillionaire] +We on lights that got word, choppers on block 'burbs +Make sure that you lock your, Denali's and droppers +Got nuts and got nerds, if you caught without your +Heat in your boxers, no feathers they got birds +Man I'm sitting crooked on a switch, and your misses wondering +If she'd freeze her lips, if she kissed my wrist +Top of the list top gun, tops for the drop got none +Where they pop Don pop gun, and run when the cops come +That's where I'm from, shrangle a grain swanging a lane where I hang +Everyday thang, ducking the FED's busting the lead screens hang +Nothing but rain, me and Lil' Twin always been like kin +So we spend six to ten, six-ten crooked on sixteen +Throw up your set and represent, like you ain't ashamed of it +If you see me with a case, then I promise it ain't luggage +You still on the same subject, and spitting the same rubbish +Chamillion just came thuggish, don't act like you can't love it + +[Hook: Chamillionaire] + +[Paul Wall] +My neighborhood mean-mug, cause we be acting a grouch +20 inches squatting lower, than a midget that crouch +We leaning with a slouch, on a European made couch +I'm a walking night club, cause there's a disco ball in my mouth +You better not come out the house, if you afraid of the dark +My advice is not to park your car, next to the park +And if you ain't got no bite, then you better not bark +Cause on my block, you'll be like raw meat surrounded by sharks +Hold up, them Hollywood hooligans at it again +If you owe nine, your best bet's to bring back ten +Me and Twin hitting licks, way up in Memphis 10 +Go to sleep at 9:59, back on the grind at ten +Look out, I got a snowstorm on every tooth +I got clumsy screens that stumble, and fall down from the roof +Paul Wall act a guerilla, when it come to my loot +If you's a hater kiss my boot, till you puke it ain't cute + +[Hook: Chamillionaire] + +[Slim Thug] +Last but not least, off the Northside streets +Be the Mr. Slim Thug, the Boss capish +You wanna hustle on my block, you gotta ask for permission +Break the rules on my block, and you'll come up missing +Ain't no games being played, just big money getting made +You come short on that North, and somebody getting sprayed +We real G's no fakers, balling like the Lakers +By any means necessary, we getting paper +Not in the Rap-A-Lot mafia, but I roll with a mob +I cash a check everyday, but I ain't got no job +I'm a hustler a thug nigga, born and raised +If I don't get nothing else, Slim don't get paid +Nawfside representer, wrist cold like the winter +Main attraction when I enter, standing tall like a center +Boss Hogg representer, from the North to the South +H-Town to D-Town, we break boys off uh + +[Hook: Chamillionaire - 2x] + + +Da Cops(*talking*) +Thank you thank you very much +Now it's back to the block, holla +You know, we from the hood right +We use to running from the cops, let's go + +[Hook] +Hold up shhh wait, I think I hear the cops +Whoa, it's time to close down shop +Hold up shhh wait, I think I hear the cops +You hear them tires, when the block get hot + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm straight off the plane, on my way to the block +Instead of a Matchbox, I got a neck full of rocks +A gold Bentley watch, with three karats on top +You know I got eight clovers, with three in the shop +Nigga I'm straight from the gutter, too fresh to stutter +In my hood you rap, play ball or hustle +And if you living with your mother, and you over 18 +That's a god damn shame, if you know what I mean +I'm still down with Will-Lean, cause he kept it one hundred +That's why, he got a welcome back piece on his stomach +My chinchilla been iller, cause I cut the sleeves +And most niggas get X'd out, because of greed +I'm top five dead or alive, I need my props +Left Miami in my plane, I had to leave my yacht +And I try my best, to figure y'all people out +But niggas hate it cause I made it, and I'm sitting on top +I use to run from the cops, four years ago +A hardheaded young kid, stealing vehicles +My best friend got shot, and my uncle got popped +The FEDs caught his ass, coming out of Little Rock +I pack a lil' Glock, a deuce-deuce in my socks +When y'all gon realize, I got the streets on lock +And my new Caprice drop, plus I got a L-Dog +Nigga this is how I'm living, I ain't gotta tell y'all +I'm about my mail dog, they told me I would fail y'all +I'm a hustler, I ain't gotta use a fucking scale dog +I'm about my mail y'all, they told me I would fail y'all +I'm a hustler, I ain't gotta use a fucking scale dog + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip] +Niggas respect me in my hood, cause I don't kiss no ass +I got my license for my gun, cause I ain't miss no class +Brr-ack now get back, before this 4-5 kick back +What happened to that tough talk, where your click at +I be in Harlem, with Jim and Cam +Or you can catch me in the Bronx, with Macho hoe +Or Fat Joe prick, you know I roll with them guards +We take niggas off the streets, and give 'em jobs +And most rappers play hard, until they take a bullet +Anybody can get shot, it take a man to pull it +So what you proving, not a god damn thang +I peep your game, you just want fame off my name +But your plan back fired, cause I run the streets +We the new N.W.A. man, fuck the police +You better listen close nigga, cause I made this beat +I just shitted on you niggas, cause I ate the beef +Get it, a fresh fitted with a button up shirt +I just add a little water, to fluffen my work +I got love for the streets, and they love me back +Cause everytime I get back, we all go get tats +And we all getting fat, cause I share the wealth +And I got the number one album, on the shelf +And we all getting fat, cause I share the wealth +I got the number one album, on the fucking shelf + +[Hook] + +[Z-Ro] +24 hours a day, the po-po's pass me +They know I'm legit, but I know they would love to harass me +Cause I'm young and I'm having thangs, and they don't like that +Especially when they see me rolling, in platinum Cadillacs +Or that Intrepid on 83's, with music in back of that +When I'm drug dealing I hit the hood, and transact in the back of that +But I be peeping over my shoulders, and watching my back +Cause now police will ride in bicycles in the hood, hide the strap homie +And you can't ride, if you got pockets full of crack homie +I'm not capping, but I don't play with my freedom like that homie +You know the word cop, mean Coward On Patrol +Back in school they were the ones that never fought back, they ran and told +Now they got the right, to pack a pistol and shit +That's why they pull up on the block, fucking with niggas and shit +I even had to tint my windows, cause they kept on trying to peep in +I know they'd love to catch me smoking, and lock me up for the weekend + +[Trae] +I guess they figured they could do us, but now we got problems +My niggas specialize in murders, where it ain't no solving +Equipped with the gat away skills, from posting up on the block +Where these fiends be all around you, like roaches up on the block +Never protecting but they serve, collecting they change +From marijuana to X pills, drank hard to caine +But still they incarcerate, my niggas for half a dollar +And these snitches working with em, so I ain't got time to holler +Ain't no talking on my phone, unless you in A.B.N +Other than that you got the wrong number, cause I don't know no friends +But anyway what's the bidness, you riding behind a G +Suck my dick and get to worsing and slice the fuck off of me + +[Hook] + + +Make Mama Proud(talking) + +[Lil' Flip] +In elementary I used crayons, even chalk +I learned to count money before I could read and talk +And my mama told me son, you need to shine +I couldn't stand at the back, I had to lead the line +I use to make good grades, but I talked in class +In middle school I was late when I walked in class +I the teacher ran a aron, I taught the class +And what I didn't know, I was about to ask +And just because I played ball, I got easy grades +And when I turned 13, I got even fades +Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree's and J's +But all my parents cared about, was B's and A's +In high school, I picked up my pen and pad +I had dreams, of pulling up in a Benz or Jag +I had to get it on my own, I couldn't depend on dad +I had to grow up too fast, but then I'm glad +Because the stuff I know now, I wouldn't believe it +The main goals that I set, I wouldn't achieve it +I'd probably be locked up, or running the streets +I'd probably wouldn't have platinum, in front of my teeth +I'd probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar +I'd probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder +But instead, I'm making bread legal dough +Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes + +(Chorus - 2x) +You only got one life, you better do what you can +Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man +And I can't be broke so I'ma rock the crowd +It's up to me, I gotta make my mama proud + +[Lil' Flip] +There's a place called heaven and a place called hell +There's a place called freedom and a place called jail +And if you go to jail, they gone treat you bad +Take your commissary, and beat you bad +So I'm staying out of trouble, I'm chasing my dream +I know you see your little boy on t.v. screens +I'm blowing up, your little boy making it happen +I'm not selling dope mama, I'm making it rapping +So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe +Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case +Like yesterday, my partner went to jail +And he ain't coming home until he fifty seven +He nineteen, so you do the math +I got smart, man, I choose to rap +So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life +That's all I wrote, y'all have good night + +(Chorus) + +(*ad-libs*) + + +Burbans & Lacs[Lil' Flip] +Rest in peace Big Mello, we gon miss you nigga +Man I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga +Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggas +In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga +Aw naw hell naw man, y'all done up and done it +We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic chronic +I did it I done it, this rap beef you know who won it +I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money +Europe paid me eighty G's, for a hour show +And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go +You rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really been +And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten +I smoke over and over again, God forgive me +Cause I'm a young thug, with tattoos in my skin +Four hundred thousand dolla Benz, with my name on my rims +And when I pull up hoes be like, I know that's him + +[Z-Ro] +Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometime I flip in a Fleetwood +You know the one with the platinum skin and the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet good +Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid, or the limousine tint over 83's and fresh meat +Garunteed to squeeze when enemies test me, I'mma empty the clip and reload again +Ain't got no gal ain't got no friends, only thing I give a damn about is my ends +I wish Screw-Zoo was alive, so I could watch him make another Dub again +I'm mad at the world fuck love again, cause my so called partnas think I'm capping +Bitch I've earned the right to live the good life, y'all know how long I've been rapping + +[Hook - 2x] +We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue +That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw +I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro the Mo City Don +And all we do is get money, (where I'm from) + +[Lil' Flip] +You know, I'm thinking of a master plan +I got chrome fans, on my promotional van +I'm the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me +I fuck with D-Block, and the Dip Set posse +My spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop +Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks +And if I catch you in my hood homie, you can't leave +Cause I do niggas like Fabolous, man they can't breathe +I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my weed +And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em get up and leave +And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed +Cause my spider on the highway, doing 153 + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Z-Ro] +Every morning I wake up, and give my praises to God +Just for letting me see another sunrise, cause sometime making it through the night is hard +Living in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilian +Lord I've been calling you so long, I wonder if you even hear me +Even though I can call a whole heep a burdans, I know there's a bunch of blessings as well +I remember when I had to sleep on benches, straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fences +In a single bound, I wish my mama could see me now +Ain't no detectives trying to see me now, with no rival gangs trying to beat me down +It's MTV and BET now, and ain't no mo' regular weed ain't nothing but the best herb +With a grandaddy size cup of codiene, straight eight over ice nigga yes sir +I'm leaning like I need a V8, representing for the 3rd Coast +Look respect the South, and we gon see straight see straight + +[Hook - 2x] + + +We Go Make It Out da Hood[Chorus: Big Shasta] - 2x +All my niggas on lock keep ya head up +My niggas on the block get ya bread up, I'ma get this cheddar +(Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne +(Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne + +[Lil' Flip] +Yeah I made it out the hood but I still go back +To check on my fam and buy my love bro throwbacks +I came a long way, it ain't my fault you went the wrong way +And listen up I'm grown nigga, I don't play +I got show money (yeah), plus liquor money (yeah) +After I get off stage I got picture money +These rap cats ain't stickin to the G-code +You thing you fly cause you got a few free-throws +I know squares that cook O's, you damn right +And if you want it, you gotta pay the damn price +I do this for the dope boys with them AK's +I'm a fly yellow nigga like Kay-Kay + +[Chorus] - 2x + +[Lil' Flip] +Ay, you ain't gotta be fake I know y'all don't like me +Cause when I got shot up, y'all ain't right me +You got a chip on your shoulder, I got a clip in my holster +The difference between us, is I'm focused +Nowadays e'rybody wanna talk about me +But you know you can't mention the South without me +Record labels came, and record labels went +Pay attention to your checks, watch the money you spend +Your kids dirty, but you ride around in a Benz +Everyday at Pappadeux, trickin ya ends +It ain't the color of our skin, that hold us back +It's a fact, niggas don't know how to act +A few niggas get paid e'rybody want a piece +Shit start goin wrong e'rybody wanna leave +Record sales low e'rybody wanna beef +(No matter where I go) I keep it H double O-D + +[Chorus] - 2x + +[Lil' Flip] +Ay, all my niggas makin forty-five hunnid a week +We overseas blowin trees, yeah it's somethin to see +You'll never hear me say "I don't need the hood" +All my niggas gettin fat cause I feed the hood +It ain't my fault y'all niggas don't leave the hood +I did everything y'all ain't believe I could +Huh, you not ahead of me, I got longevity +I'm tryin to leave my lil' boy, a legacy +I got the recipe, you wanna make a hit +You not impressin me, talkin bout bricks +I made it out the hood, and I'm still thuggin +Accepted by Hollywood, and I'm still hustlin +And that's a goddamn shame right? +Oh well, I'm tryin to get my change right +And you'll survive, if you play the game right +I fly G-5's I ain't gotta change flights + +[Chorus] - 2x + + +Ain’t No Nigga[Chorus: Lil' Flip + DB] +Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga +Cause the rest of ya'll niggas ain't shit(ain't shit) +Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga +Cause the rest of ya'll niggas eat-a-dick(eat-a-dick!) +Them niggas talkin shit(mayne fuck that bitch!) +Them niggas talkin shit(mayne fuck that bitch!) +Them niggas talkin shit(mayne fuck that bitch!) +Them niggas talkin shit(I'm a dump my clip!) + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +I'm takin'my (??) off I'm drinkin a cup or two +Ya'll niggas ain't trill that's why we don't fuck with you +Ya'll don't smoke dro, and ya'll don't drank lean +Bananna scare face and the Underground king +Now you hear me(Oooh!), now you feel me(Oooh!) +Now you love it nigga we still thuggin +My twenty-fours rubbin cause my rims are too heavy +I got my own liquor now I can't hold the wheel steady +'Cause I been drinkin while as the lights blinkin +My Rolls gold shinin with the mall, black diamonds(yup) +Me and Banner tag teaming again +Wake ya lazy ass up you bad dreamin again + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2: David Banner] +I walk into the party mayne bustin and sprayin +Bitches flyin through the air of the shit that you sayin +If you ballin nigga bring it mayne FUCK YO CLICK! +Once again all in David Banner, Lil' Flip +Like a pimp, get crunk, hoe collect me some ends +And if you trill send it out girl bring all ya friends +We blowin swisha, Mr.Mississippi all in ya back +When it's over you can hop yo ass right straight out the 'Lac +Respect that-from the time of the jack it's all good +With some leather on my seats, steering wheel all wood +Mayne go on tell the feds like a pussy nigga should +Yeah tick, tick, tick bitch we blowin up ya hood! + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3] +[Lil' Flip] +You got Mr.Crunk-and-Mr.Layed back +And if you hated 'Like A Pimp' bitch this the payback +We droppin hit after hit you know they feelin us man +You want us both for a show that's thirty-five grand(nigga) +And we don't take checks we want the green man +Don't make us run up with that infrared beam man + +[David Banner] +Man I'm all after ya momma house, gun in yo mouth +And I'm a try to blow ya brains out +And remember what you niggas say about the south +Now they want a beat, now they want a verse +Now it's gonna hurt but you niggas caused pain +I'm a put it in ya back with my Mississippi mac +That's it bitch have a good day! +It's A-to the B(???)for the niggas who couldn't bring my cash +It's left, to the right, to the left, to the right +When a motherfucker whippin yo ass + +[Chorus] - repeat to end + + +My Mama Used to Tell MeOoooh-oooh-oooh +Make yoooour cash +My mama used to tell me... + +[Lil' Flip] +Let me state my name, and show my skills +I'm Lil' Flip, and I got that deal +But I keep it real, with my peeps +And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets +But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead +Cause every single day, I got ideas in my head +Like trippling my money, and doubling my fans +I did shows for hundreds, but now I'm getting grands +But I give thanks to the man, for giving me a talent +Cause I could still be hustling, trying to feed my family +And y'all think its a fantasy, to wanna drive a Benz +But if you get that car, how you gon supply them ends +And you gon want some rims, and you gon want a house +But when rent come around, nigga why your lights out +Now you sitting on the couch, all slouching and mad +Cause you acting like you balling, but you really doing bad +But trust me dog, I've been down the same road +But what I learned, is that you can't let money control +The way you act, the way you talk (the way you talk) +Your attitude, and the way you walk (the way you walk) +The way you feel, the way you think (the way you think) +Cause everything you got, could be gone by one week + +[Chorus: Big Shasta] +My mama used to tell me +Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh +My daddy used to tell me +Make yooour cash +My granny used to tell me +Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh +My grandpa used to tell me +Make yooour cash + +[Lil' Flip] +To whoever you are, and wherever you be +Whether you punching a clock, or selling them ki's +Just keep your head up, don't get fed up +Just do what you gotta do, to keep your bread up +And watch for your friends, who always wanna get you high +Cause that might be the one, friend let you die +Sometimes I cry, yeah nigga I cry +Because half of the people I loved, they already died +Like my cousin, I can't forget my best friend +And my mama's mama, so everyday I'm stressing +But I went and got a tat, for all the people I love +And money won't change me, I'm still a educated thug +Riding 20 inch dubs, even though I didn't want em +But Hump paid for it so fuck it, I'ma flaunt em +And I'm still in the hood, giving money to the kids +But I don't want publicity, for all the shit I did +But I did it from the heart, not to get famous +Cause I been having paper, and it'll never change us +And if I ain't in the hood, that mean I got a show +That's why I stay on my grind, cause I gotta have dough + +[Chorus] + + +Say it to My Face[Lil' Flip] +Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye +Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye + +[Hook - Lil' Flip] (2x) +Why you actin' like a hoe? +Nigga say it to my face +You rather rap it in a flow +Why you ain't say it to my face? +Now I know your ass a hoe +You shoulda said it to my face +Man that nigga gotta go, oh oh! + +[Lil' Flip] +You run your mouth to them hoes (hoes) +Why you ain't say it to my face? +You ain't playin' wit a kid +I'mma put you in yo place +I got niggas on my team, who ain't scared to catch a case +Catch yo bitch while she's shoppin' +And put that pistol by her waist +Push her in your car, then take her to your place +Bitch where the jewelry at? (yeah, where the safe at?) +Hurry open up the safe +When it comes to gettin' bread, I'm ahead in the race +Infrared to his head, it's just another murder case +The game really over when you see that yellow tape +Pop the Lucky Nites niggas, let's celebrate +These niggas love to hate, but I'm aight wit that! +These M-16's will push your whole temple back +Nigga remember that, I am not a game +I guarantee, y'all niggas coppin' my chain +Cause y'all jackin' my style, you can't fuck with my flow (flow) +And she a dyke bitch, you can't fuck with my hoe +I'm still pumpin' that dro +I'm still thuggin' fo sho +You hear that knock nigga? Courtesy of Z-Ro +Don't be no hero, just play your part nigga +You beef with me then that mean you ain't smart nigga + +[Hook] + +[Z-Ro] +Look, a lot of y'all rappers turn up so bold but can't nobody touch me (can't nobody touch me) +But in the real we infiltrate penetrate muthafucka (muthafucka) +So one might get cool wit you just to do your ass end (your ass end) +I be openin' up in your whip and it's comin' through your glass in (your glass in) +Whether you standin' in my upper arm from the side of my forearm (forearm) +I can walk without security cause ain't nobody gon' do 'Ro no harm +Before I go fuck all 'yall, I feel I own ya that much +And if you wonder what it is that makes me act this way nigga that's nuts +We got fat nuts, you know the kind your baby momma like +Anythin' I say behind your back I'm willin' to say it to your face twice +"Fuck Lil' Flip, Fuck Z-Ro, I don't be listenin' to they shit" +May the same ones that at our shows recite our lyrics think that they shit +I'm just waitin' to hear somebody slander my name in a song +Same day it come out I pull a 2-8 gun out and I'll that bitch when I leave your home +Murder ain't crazy, just necessary sometime +I call a 14-40 and then you check out that's when I put my gun down + +[Hook] (4x) + + +Realest Rhyming[Hook] +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and Slim Thug always making paper stacks + +(Slim Thug) +What I want is what I'm buying thats bottom line I'm getting mine +Bump and pine buy the bimb my fifth recline trunk flying +I hit the strip with E and Flip with the mother ship in the 90 eclipse +Number 1 on the grain I grip got kool-aid left in the drank I sip +My candy drip when I buy a car we dranking when I buy the bar +If I could i'll boxed up cause I feel like running in the double car +Slim Thug is who I are I manaja twas with vcr not only a rapper I'm a +Porno star in a marble spa in panama +Needed a break so I bout my boss +Needed a lake so I bout a house +Needed sex so I bout a spouse +Until this day its my biggest loss +Cause I paid the cost to floss big whip me ESG and Lil' Flip +Gone shine behind our lip any mic(microphone) I grip I rip + +[Hook] +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to Back Track to Track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and Sucka free always making paper stack + +(Lil' Flip) +In my mouth diamonds glaring +Wearing nothing but Donna Karen +Ridin' red turning heads always keep a yellow staring +Buy the house I buy the block +Buy the boat I buy the dock +Sitting sideways at IHOP watch the trunk see it go pop +H-town players can't take loss +Playing football like Randy Moss +Sippin codeine will clear my cough +Full time playa just like Big Hawk +Make them say "ugh" like Master P +Do the body-rock like P-A-T +Swang and bang like E.S.G +G's and ballers like HSE +If I'm chillin with a girl you got to be star +Sippin white cup it got to be the bar +Blue black and red don't touch my car +Screwed up click is who we are +25 lighters like DMD +20 inch rims on GMC +Space age pimping like MJG +Let the world know I'm sucka free +Like Botany Boyz I'm just a "G" +Living the life of luxury +F-l-i-p is who I be +Hittin the switch scoopy lee +We millionaires and billionaires flying to shows to in rockets +The money you make in a year I got that in my pocket + +[Hook] +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and sucka free always making paper stacks + +(E.S.G.) +Like a teacher make a two plus let her know that I'm gon smash her +Heard how you done James Byrd down up in Jasper +Action prison baby its time to kill +E.S.G. and Solo thats ten-thousand x(times) a mill(million) +So wuz da deal all you fake snakes rider real +Better guard your grill and keep your steel nigga get killed on the battle +Field we poppin pill and paying bills make them make steel for the scrill +Then cock my pump back fuck a contract and see if you gone get killed +Sharing his skills on sex appeal how'd it feel get hit with this drill +Catch a pill fucking with the real tell what type of weapon you ain't seal +Cedric Hill I will reveal caught strill from here to Nashville +Flipping good game gripping with grain 84 glass wheel +I don't want no deal I'm a stay independent +I don't want no deal i'll make a mill(million) a minute +Hit the mall and spend it get bended with a top spot sparkle +Black hard to ball regardless as I fall through Neman Markus +They nautios and cautios I go to war on it +Tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it +Those are the dirty bonnetts opponetts bet buried dead +You should of told that it like its that com back with botany black libray +Red oh scary fed they see the big head I'm made on the last bundle +On a fubu mu goose puna maroo and glass jungle +Thats for my panther and parrots block full of ice and mascara +3 diamond stud young as thug we ain't worried marriage + +[Hook] 2x + + +Bosses Make It RainChorus: +Ohh we make it rain in the club (Uh-huh) +Buy out the bar (This what we do man) +Everythang on us +We make it rain (Everyday we make it rain) +We make it rain (Me and gutta make it rain) +We make it rain in the club +Me and my niggas everyday showin love +We make it rain +We make it rain +Cause that's what bosses do + +Verse 1: +I used to make it rain +But now your boy hurricane +As matter fact my new tennis shoes hurricanes +The all brown ones dog i keep a fresh perm +You see shorty right thurr with the long huur +I want her to give me a lapdance +That ass so fat i had to grab it with both hands +I ordered 2 bottles +And 3000 dollars +Fuck it i'ma spend it all like i hit the lotto (ohh we make it) +Boss like ross +With a 5 acre house +With homie for 12 years +I've been gettin it in the south +The chain frost bite +The bentley off white +After i hit her man +Shawty can't walk right +They all know me on a first name basis +I'm at the blue flame with 12 briefcases +And for these hundreds +These hoes will do the matrix +I love the strip clubs +Where they get butt naked + +Chorus: +Ohh we make it rain in the club +Buy out the bar +Everythang on us +We make it rain +We make it rain +Ooh we make it rain in the club +Me and my niggas everyday showin love +We make it rain +We make it rain +Cause that's what bosses do + +Verse 2: +I'ma make money +While you niggas making petty quotes +You can make it rain +I make it flood like a ??? boat +Money over bitches +Paper control my whereabouts +Somebody different now +I'm tryin to break that new maclarin out +Hustle all year long +Nothin comes in front of that +Rap, Real Estate and work +I can make a ton with that +I can't fuck with you +If our goals not common +Sense dollars comma after comma (ohh we make it) +Holla at my accountant +Tell her get my taxes straight +The country in recession +I'm still hoppin on a jet today +Stuntin on your bitches +Like the motherfuckin bird man +Roadside service +I can bring it to your curb man +Yeah you heard me +I'm clean like detergent +And lookin for a head doctor a brain surgeon +Pay me in advance or i'm not comin +Like Pain, Wayne and Mac Mayne +I got money + +Chorus: +Ohh we make it rain in the club +Buy out the bar +Everythang on us +We make it rain +We make it rain +Ooh we make it rain in the club +Me and my niggas everyday showin love +We make it rain +We make it rain +Cause that's what bosses do + +Verse 3: +I came in the door +I said it before +Bitch i make it pacman jones on the floor +You see my ora +To keep the bitches comin back +I keep her sweatin +Like she did 300 jumpin jacks +Im known for dumpin gats +And pumpin crack daily +And if i don't know you +It's F-U pay me +I hoes crowd around me +Like i'm the fuckin pope +I let em lick the lollipop +I can't tell em no +I keep the yellow dro +Cross brim with watermelon +You call it gettin hit +I call it getting cerebellum +From D L'm funky town we make it rain +I'm blowin chains switchin lanes +Chevy lil wayne +Pussy must have blended in with T-Pain +Chopped and screwed +All my women in my pimp house a dub +With flip and screw +You can't tell what's old +Now stand back +Cause i'ma make it rain in this ho + +Chorus: +Ohh we make it rain in the club +Buy out the bar +Everythang on us +We make it rain +We make it rain +Ooh we make it rain in the club +Me and my niggas everyday showin love +We make it rain +We make it rain +Cause that's what bosses do +Outro: +Well, now you know +It's what bosses do man +If you that nigga +Goin to the strip club +With 100 dollars +You really don't need to be in that bitch +You really need to put that money on your child support +Becasue it's fucked up +You ridin in a motherfuckin Benz +And your little kid wearin thrift clothes +You know what im sayin +From the thrift store and shit +That shit ain't cool my nigga (ohh we make it) +If you a boss +Make it motherfuckin rain +Make it hurricane +Make that bitch katrina +Then make that bitch hurricane ike +Turn off everybody lights +I'm out + +Chorus (fade): +Ohh we make it rain in the club +Buy out the bar +Everythang on us +We make it rain +We make it rain +Ooh we make it rain in the club +Me and my niggas everyday showin love +We make it rain +We make it rain +Cause that's what bosses do + + +We Ain’t Playin[Pastor Troy] +We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) +We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) +We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya) + +[Verse 1:Lil' Flip] +Uh, I'm smoking blunts with my niggas-I'm pullin triggers for cash +Promoters comin up short we put that heat on they ass +Cause when that shot gun blast, it ain't no stoppin the shells +You doing shows everyday but you ain't clockin no mail +I'm in the A-T-L fuckin with killers and thugs +Just book me for a show and watch me fill up the club +I gets nothing but love-I ride nothing but dubs +You steadily talkin that shit but you want box me with gloves +Don't make me fuck up ya mug, don't make me wire ya jaw +I'm never scared like Bone Crusher so go hire a law +So he can watch yo back, I hope he got yo gat +You ain't sound scannin so how you got yo plaque? (nigggaa) + +[Hook: Pastor Troy] +We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga) +We ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga) +We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga) +We ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga) + +[Verse 2: Pastor Troy] +I'm bout to bust me a head, I'm bout to hurt me a ho +I'm in the club on this riddlin nigga and puffin the dro' +You already know bitch it's PT! +And ain't naan nigga in here (bullet shots) gon' fuck wit me +I roll with Little'Flip lettin them hollows rip +Straight at yo chest plate I can't fuckin wait +Until a nigga cross my path you do the math +I got thirty in my clip, tell them niggas Little'Flip + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Killer Mike] +Nigga roll wit ya self bring more drama then a Shakespeare play +When I pull that K-up off the shelf +Shot the deputy and the sheriff, got my crew need no one else +Lose my crew smoke by myself, drink by myself +Sit at the crib and plot by myself +Back to the block serve rocks by myself +Back to the glock nigga break yo self +Got somethin I need don't play yo self +You can freestyle I'm a pay myself, money over bitches I'm a stay myself +You love hoes-I love myself wake up in the mornin and hug myself +When I hang with Flip we leanin left +With a flock of hoes like we some pimps + +[Verse 4: Baby D] +When I step in the club everybody gettin up +Cause they know I came to make 'em jump +From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West +Put 'em up, represent it, and get it crunk +Throwin bows when ya bouncin on the flo' +Let me ask ya lil'shawty what you really, really wanna do +I know you got 50 niggas +But I got 50 niggas matter-of-fact me and Flip make 52 +Stay ready to act a fool, throwin them blades up on the stage +Give me three step back my nigga or get hate +Delay my mind state, you get (??)up fa sho +It's goin down tonight and you know, kickin in do's +Givin 'em hell, makin 'em second bout the rhicter scale +A-T-L keepin 'em bouncin off the hook leavin haters shook +And we ain't playin my nigga we'll fuck you up + +[Hook] - repeat to end + + +Lil’ FlipLIL' FLIP LYRICS + +"This Is The Way We Ball" + +Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball) +Ah ha, Houston, Texas (This is the way we ball) +Ah ha (This is the way we ball) +(This is the way we ball) + +(Chorus) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) + +(Verse One) +I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king +Brand new piece, same byzentine +I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin "Scream" +I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green +I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories +I'm still independent cause Jive couldn't afford me +The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring +The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny +But that's another story, let's get back to the topic +Right now me and Hump negotiatin to buy the Rockets +We might buy the Comets - name it, I done it +If you see it and want it, buy it, own it +This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw +R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you +Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall +East coast and West coast, this is how we ball + +(Chorus) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) + +(Verse Two) +I'm thinkin - designer clothes and fashion shows +I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold +I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls +I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24 +I'm feelin - wood grain all in my tinted truck +I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts +I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups +I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks +And I know - I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game +And I know - my rims chop like the blades on a plane +And I know - yo baby mama still givin me brain +And I know - that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain +And I make - nothin but hits when I step in the booth +And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth +And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe +I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you? + +(Chorus) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) + +(Verse Three) +I'm swangin, about to rip the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp +If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert +Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel +Me and Doby D stay blowin on some kizzeel +I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell +Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel +Now you see we ball, now you see we rich +I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click +I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes +I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua +So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double R +MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car + +(Chorus) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) + + +I Came to Bring the Pain[Intro: Man with deep voice] +I, I came to bring the pain, pain +I, I came to bring the pain, pain +I, I came to bring the pain, pain +I, I came to bring the pain, pain +I came to.. +I, I came to bring the pain (grrr!) (grrr!) +I came to, I, I came to +I came to, I came to + +[Hook: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static] + +[Lil' Flip] I came to bring the pain nigga! +[Static] And I came to bust them things nigga +[Lil' Flip] The night'll rearrange your frame nigga +[Lil' Flip] You scared nigga! +[Static] You scared nigga! +[Lil' Flip] One more time +[Lil' Flip] I came to bring the pain nigga! +[Tity Boi] And I came to change the game nigga +[Lil' Flip] The night'll rearrange your frame nigga +[Lil' Flip] You scared nigga! +[Tity Boi] You scared nigga! +[Lil' Flip] Oh oh! + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +Get out my face, get out my face! (you is a ho ho) +You talk behind my back, back (but I know know) +I pack a 4-4 (and I bust bust) +And I ain't leaving this mess (in hand cuffs cuffs) +You better put your hands up (what?) +Get them little budget then wrap your fans up but you still won't catch up +Cause I'm connected on the East (East), I'm connected on the West (West) +I ain't saying I'm the best (best) but I feel like I'm blessed (blessed) +I got thirty on my neck (neck) and twenty in my mouth (mouth) +But if I feel disrespected, I'm a call your ass out +They gone haul your ass out now you crying like a bitch +I told you not to fuck with the Screwed Up Clique + +[Hook: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static] + +[Verse 2: Tity Boi] +Bring the pain, hard core, selling cane +Sun, snow, water, rain +Shorty I will flip this stuff until the task force came +Tried to rearrange the game, tried to bang, I suck at slanging +New slang I had to switch it up, wrap a pimp cursing on the track +The mack will leave you on your back, strap will leave you with a gap +Stop smiling! - glances you see visions of the past +You see niggas with masks, up in cars with no tags +When we balling! - I'm from the apartments, started with all of it +Different day same clip, so close I can't miss +Tity, Flip, Ludacris, got bricks, roosters, chicks +Snatching bread then we dip, it's South Side - represent! + +[Verse 3: Ludacris] +Now the clique is called D.T.P. so get your crew right +We peer pressure fools, even +Dudley+ don't +Do-Right+ +So go on your city, it's a South rebellion +We putting "foots" in your asses, how we speak Australian? +I'm trained in the art of whoop ass, check my accolades +Got a knife and I'm giving out free after shaves +Plus a new acting gig, take a look at the CLIP! +It's called one up in the chamber and four on the HIP! +I snatch your girls in the club and use them as throat throttles +Then you'll get hit with fifteen mini Moe bottles +Got Glocks for your stocks and that thing for your chain +And uh, mutual guns for your mutual funds main! + +[Hook: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static] + +[Outro: Man with deep voice] +I came to +I, I came to bring the pain +I came to +I, I came to +I came to +I came to bring the pain +I, I came to bring the pain + + +I Get Money[Lil' Flip] (Rick Ross) +You smell that? (smell what?} +That's money +I smell money +Hahaaa +[Rossss} +I know y'all wonderin' like... +"What the hell is Flip doin' man" +"How he get out his deal?" +All you gotta do is take 2 million +And walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you go +Hahaaa +Cause I get money nigga +I'm a fly boy nigga +My chain worth thousand grands nigga +That's twenty thousand karats nigga +[Yeaahhh} +Step your game up +That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa + +[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] +The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood +Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that?) (smoked it} +I can't tell you nigga, I'm not a sniitcchh +But on the real it feel great to be ricchhh +I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' "Makin' The Band" (band} +Johnny ordered my watch (watch} +And he makin' the band (yeaahh} +I be changin' it up (uuupp} +Ain't no changin' me whaaatt (whaaat} +You lil' niggas betta shut up shut up +Aye, who shut the mall down? (me!} +And who bought all the hats? (me!} +Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? (yesss} +My roof back, my coupe black +50 grand I blew that +I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat" +Cause + +[Hook] w/ Rick Ross adlibs +H-Town! +M.I.A.-yayo +That's how we do this +It's the bosss +Multi-millionaire shit 'round here +Flip what up? + +[Verse 2 - Rick Ross} +Might cop a Benz (whaaat} +Not a regular Benz (Rossss} +Multi-millionaire so baby I double my endsss +Mercedes, Maybach, broke niggas stay back +The boss don't play, boy you gotta pay that +Watch cop some bub (bub} +G's runnin' stacks (stacks} +They be year off (off} +Bring my money back (back} +Yeah I fuck wit G'sss (g'sss} +Out in Cloverland (yeah} +We talkin' 20 keysss +But I don't know the man (Rosss} +I'm gettin' cheese (cheeesseee} +It's time to shine (shiinnee} +I love to flip (flip} +I'm flippin' mine (Rosss} +Hoes love the smell (smell} +They smell the money (money} +You wanna smell yourself (bitch} +Well bitch shell it from me (Rosss} + +[Hook] w/ Lil' Flip adlibs + +[Verse 3 - Lil' Flip] +I told niggas I show niggas, I'm the best +I'm the shit in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!} +I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics} +I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes +I took my liquor money (yeah} +And bought another crib (yeah} +I got three maids (yeah} +That is that fuckin' game +Go ask Corn Row (ask him} +We do it big right? (right} +If I ain't front row, I ain't watchin' the fight (fuck it} +I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday ??? +I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!} +4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop +I know you prayin' that I flop, niggaaa! +But + +[Hook} + + +RepresentYeah, What (repeat 7x) + +Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia +Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what? + +[Lil' Flip] +They told me I can't talk about ice no more +But they ain't tell me I can't start another fight no more +I get it crunk in the club, niggas get drunk in the club +When I perform me a ho, niggas get jumped in the club +But I'm used to that shit, so it ain't no need to run +And just because you gotta gun don't mean that's the only one +So if you came here to chill nigga, just chill and shit +Cuz you ain't gotta act like that I know you feelin' this shit +I bet, I bet I could hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner +I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta +Cuz I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring +I got my name on my jersey like I play with the team +I'mma H-Town nigga and we bang (SCREW TAPES!) +And them FEDS kick in yo door you about to (LOSE WEIGHT!) +So just take it like a man, don't snitch on ya man +It's Lil' Flip, representin' Clova Land + +[Hook 1: Lil' Flip] +I'm reppin' H-Town till the day that I die +If you look me in the eyes you could tell I'm high +Yeah you could talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk +Cuz when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught +(repeat) + +[David Banner] +I'm from the J the A the C to the K..Town, Mississippi bitch +And boy we'll blow off ya face +Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is trill +Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed +From the white sheets walkin', snitch nigga talkin' +Dump him in the ditch and let them dogs start barkin' +Like WOOF!, nigga stop beggin' me please +How you gon' walk and talk shit if I blow off yo knees +I'll have ya walkin' like a parrott do, stick foot pussy you +The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too +I'm D.B.C., from the home of the G's +And the V.L.'s, bustin' 17 in ya C-L..K +Ya body done got carried away +Mississippi til' I die bitch so have a nice day +Or a long ass night nigga +Yeah yo death is settin' in muthafucka ain't no need for you to fight nigga + +[Hook 2: David Banner] +Throw yo sets up nigga, and raise em' real high +David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die +(repeat 4x) + +[DJ Paul] +Now I'mma M-Town reppa, like no other +Mask on my face cause I ride undercover +I'mma mean-mugga, a nigga ho up from the show up +And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up +When I roll up, it is a hold up +Ain't nothin' funny don't breathe +Cause all I wanna hear is ching-ching +Like casino slots, or this hot Glock +Get cocked, leave a nigga shot in the parkin' lot +For his stash spot + +[Juicy J] +No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch) +With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips) +And you know that we runnin' this thang (this thang) +Nigga step, I'mma let my nuts hang (nuts hang) +You can get yo ass shot popped, put off in a head-lock +Knock til' you see some knots, hit em' with the phop-phop +Shot yeah you boys in shock, just the way the fish dropped +Memphis, Tenn. in this bitch thought you knew we don't stop + +[Hook 3: DJ Paul] +We some M-Town niggas and we gonna turn it out +Memphis, Tenn. in this muthafucka ho, shut ya mouth +(repeat 4x) + + +We Ain’t Scared (Remix)(*talking*) +Yeah, Lil' Flip, I'm one deep this time +We ain't scared man, how many times I gotta +Tell you niggas we ain't scared, yeah +We keeping it gangsta (gangsta) believe that +(believe that) popping collars (popping) you know +(you know) yeah (yeah)... + +[Lil' Flip] +Look I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no hoe +I come to my show, and knock you out on the front row +You on the flo', cops coming +Lil' Flip is standing here, I'm not running +I'm a man nigga, I need ten grand nigga +If you want my verse, put it in my hand nigga +Got a Benz that's blue, got a tan Range Rover +And I like my c.d., to change over +I push Benzes, on 20 inch Lorenzes +Never get out my money, and I never will spend it +I save some, put a little away +Yeah it's a sunny day, but what about the rainy days +Cause when it's a rainy day, I gotta have that re-up +Money my nigga, cause I need my money +It ain't funny, it ain't a joke, it ain't no game +If you play with my change, I put some change on your brain +You feel me mayn, you feel my pain, I need mine +Before I sign a contract, I gotta read mine +I'm just a young nigga, can't be a dumb nigga +I'm so thoed I got game nigga, I can fuck a nun nigga +I'm Lil' Flip, and the game is perfected +I'm the referee, your ass just got ejected +I'm the President, you know my residence +I graduated '99, so I'm intelligent +I got a Navigator, I got a calculator +I know these niggas know, I got that crib with elevators +Spiral chairs, and big ole maze +I got a big Excursion, on big ole Blaze +We chop chop hoes bop bop, back in the days +Niggas use to break dance, and pop lock +Now we play hop scotch, but if you play with my money +My nigga, I come and spray or pop blocks +Break niggas take niggas, look for the fake niggas +Step on it so fast, he a cake nigga +A weak nigga, a freak nigga +I got them books, you can call me a geek nigga +Cause I'm a hustla, balla, gangsta, dope dealer +20 inch Sprewells, riding on my 4 wheeler +Just went to Mobilia, just to get mo' scrilla +I got my money, I don't depend on no nigga +Cause if I don't work, then I don't eat +Yeah I graduate, sometimes a nigga had to cheat +I cheated on my hoes, cheated on my tests +But I'm the pimp nigga, I must confess +So pay attention, when I spit my rhymes +Cause Lil' Flip, I'm always shining +Always grinding, time I was telling +Nigga my pockets swelling + +[Yung Redd] +They wanna see something new, well nigga stay tuned +I cruise through, in a all blue H2 +Them rims big, so I'm sitting on them shag shoes +The white kids, say the black dude is that cool +I'm such a fool, I should open up a school +And teach some of these dudes, how to ride 22's +Try to figure me out, but you don't have a clue +Just follow my lead, y'all do as I do +Yeah I'm still in your hood, like run down houses +From the burbs to the projects, we got em bouncing +Pass the swisha, I'm with my nigga Flippa +My truck sit higher than heels, on a stripper +You got a heater, better keep it with you +It's fucked up, blind niggas can't peep the picture +Plus the fo' fever, guaranteed to leave you +Flat on the pavement, taking your last breather + +(*talking*) +Yeah, I had to do that for my niggas +Know I'm saying, everybody +Off the dome, off the brain +I'm all known like a pen to the pad nigga, yeah + + +Real Niggas[Lil' Flip] +Lord have mercy Jesus Christ +I know I'm doin' wrong but I'm tryna do right +I hustle day to day and night to night +Cause I'm tryna get paid awright +Y'all don't know about my rap wars +Alotta rappers use my name +Just so they can have the stores off the chain +But ain't nobody feelin' that shit +You on ya fifth tape nigga where's ya hit +No skits on my shit I got shit that's heated +Everytime I do shit you know shit be complete +It ain't no half steppin' my name ain't Daddy Kane +But I'ma hop out the Jag wid a big daddy chain +Iced out yellow rocks in the middle +Colourful rainbows is lookin' like skittles +I scratch and I scribble in my notepad when I'm feelin' mad +Cause now I'm doin' good I used to be doin' bad +I used to have go half on my lunch money +Now I got a money machine that help me count my money +I'm ballin' for real, platinum all in my grill +We turned 'em down but they still callin' for real + +[Will Lean] +Yeh, say, I don't need your money +On the block niggas still got weed and money +Stash pot, sold bricks ducked in a car +In the kitchen I'm still touchin' it raw +On the highway I'm still buckin' the law +Fuck that I'll never be duckin' the law +I'm takin' shots ain't goin' back to jail +I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a cell +I'm eatin' shrimp, but I'm still makin' this mil +From H-Town, straight to A-T-L +We gettin' this money, we spittin' this money +And if you run up wrong then we splittin' these dummies +I'm takin' shots, a nigga goin' all out +And if I hit ya house I'm takin' a fuckin' wall out +You better back back, you better back up +Before I make this fuckin' mack act up +And take ya dome out, nigga +I'm comin' wid the chrome boss, trigga +I'm from the town where niggas make ya lay it down +Come up, and rob ya for ya ki's and pounds + +Last real niggas alive +Clover G's, you ain't fuckin wid me + + +Realest Rhymin’(Chorus) +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and Slim Thug always making paper stacks + +(Slim Thug) +What I want is what I'm buying thats bottom line I'm getting mine +Bump and pine buy the bimb my fifth recline trunk flying +I hit the strip with E and Flip with the mother ship in the 90 eclipse +Number 1 on the grain I grip got kool-aid left in the drank I sip +My candy drip when I buy a car we dranking when I buy the bar +If I could i'll boxed up cause I feel like running in the double car +Slim Thug is who I are I manaja twas with vcr not only a rapper I'm a +Porno star in a marble spa in panama +Needed a break so I bout my boss +Needed a lake so I bout a house +Needed sex so I bout a spouse +Until this day its my biggest loss +Cause I paid the cost to floss big whip me ESG and Lil' Flip +Gone shine behind our lip any mic(microphone) I grip I rip + +(Chorus) +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to Back Track to Track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and Sucka free always making paper stack + +(Lil' Flip) +In my mouth diamonds glaring +Wearing nothing but Donna Karen +Riden red turning heads always keep a yellow staring +Buy the house I buy the block +Buy the boat I buy the dock +Sitting sideways at ihop watch the trunk see it go pop +H-town players can't take loss +Playing football like Randy moss +Sippin codeine will clear my cough +Full time playa just like Big Hawk +Make them say "ugh" like Master P +Do the body like P-A-T +Swang and bang like E.S.G +G's and ballers like HSE +If I'm chillin with a girl you got to be star +Sippin white cup it got to be the bar +Blue black and red don't touch my car +Screwed up click is who we are +25 lighters like DMD +20 inch rims on GMC +Space age pimping like MJG +Let the world know I'm sucka free +Like botany boys I'm just a "g" +Living the life of luxary +F-l-i-p is who I be +Hittin the switch scoopy lee +We millionaires and billionaires flying to shows to in rockets +The money you make in a year I got that in my pocket + +(Chorus) +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and sucka free always making paper stacks + +(E.S.G.) +Like a teacher make a two plus let her know that I'm gon smash her +Heard how you done James Byrd down up in Jasper +Action prison baby its time to kill +E.S.G. and Solo thats ten-thousand x(times) a mill(million) +So wuz da deal all you fake snakes rider real +Better guard your grill and keep your steel nigga get killed on the battle +Field we poppin pill and paying bills make them make steel for the scrill +Then cock my pump back fuck a contract and see if you gone get killed +Sharing his skills on sex appeal how'd it feel get hit with this drill +Catch a pill fucking with the real tell what type of weapon you ain't seal +Cedric Hill I will reveal caught strill from here to Nashville +Flipping good game gripping with grain 84 glass wheel +I don't want no deal I'm a stay independent +I don't want no deal i'll make a mill(million) a minute +Hit the mall and spend it get bended with a top spot sparkle +Black hard to ball regardless as I fall through Neman Markus +They nautios and cautios I go to war on it +Tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it +Those are the dirty bonnetts opponetts bet buried dead +You should of told that it like its that com back with botany black libray +Red oh scary fed they see the big head I'm made on the last bundle +On a fubu mu goose puna maroo and glass jungle +Thats for my panther and parrots block full of ice and mascara +3 diamond stud young as thug we ain't worried marriage + +(Chorus) 2x + + +Kim kardashian[Chorus] +Can you act a fool, do the Kim Kardashian, (x7) +Yeh yeah, you already know! +Look here you act a fool and do the kim kardashian +You know these chicks right here with me, so why you keep on askin em' +Smashing em and passing em, you know she got a body that should be in maximum, i'm international and platinum, ya dudes better catch up quick, trick, she talk slick, her body thick she shaped just like a bumble bee, you say you wanna show for me, but 45 to summer field, i'ma be where drama be, hosting rolling tumble weed, when i saw this chick in front of me, if i wink my eye she come with me, ladies night, mercedes white, with suede on the floor mats, my jewelry photogenic, now let me pose for this kodak, you bad and you know that, the cash i'm a ball that, hate me god damn, i wonder how your chains hold up + +[Chorus] +My nikes on, my bikes chrome, she in the club trying to show her little white thong, deep dish rims clean like a dishwasher, i love it when she call me gates, word to big poppa, i roll with big mobsters, we controlling the game, you in love with her body, i'm controlling the brain, she keep the louie purse and a coogi shirt, she ain't a lazy chick, she down to go to work, she in shape like a trainer, suckers fiending to bang her, she wear juicy couture, won't fit in her wranglers, plus she drive a big …, just like Kim K, you tried to holler she tell you some shit like no comprende + +[Chorus] +You a bad bad chick, put your hands in the air +Hands in the air, put your hands in the air x2 +If you pay your own bills, put your hands in the air +Hands in the air, put your hands in the air (x2) +Yeah + + +Texas Boyz (Screwed)(Lil' Flip) +Howdy partners, welcome to Houston, Texas +The home of the candy paint, the Houston Oilers +Whoops their gone, and suckafree +Goddamnit, get on my V12 motor and vroom, vroom +I like the bling bling of my choppers +I got me a ranch and 4 horse, cause I'm a baller +I'm a Texas boy, you know what I'm talking about + +Verse 1 (Redd) + +Now what you know about hustlers bumrushing the club doors +Sneaking in with a snub nose and extra drug hoes +Now what you know about us, we make a grill start grinnin' +Any place we go you know we parkin' lot pimpin' +What you know about rindin' on Bentley bikes +And a chain with no ice is an empty site +What you know about Texas we spit this slang +Dirty Southside Redd know how to get this change +What you know about iceberg with snoopy on it +Check out my driveway nigga the Lex coupe be on it +What you know about rappin and platinum plaques +Signed a deal ain't nothin' left after that +Now what you know about whores, yellows and redbones +Especially when they all in your ear like headphones +What you know about rippin' up the microphone +Or hustlin' 'til them red and blue lights come on +Now what you know about thuggin', hanging on street corners +We watch your every move fittin' to creep up on you +Now what you know about the south, we do what we do +Take over dope spots and run with a group + +(Chorus) + +Yeah, What you know about them Texas boyz +V12 motors and Lexus toys +What you know about the dirty south +Baguettes and princess cuts in our mouth +What you know about that candy paint +We smoke top flight and we drink +What you know about the dirty south +You a bad motha...Shhhh, boy shut your mouth + +Verse 2 (Lil' Flip) + +What you know about acting bad, flossin' prowlers +I got seven dvd's I'm watchin' Austin Powers +What you know about wearin cardier eye glasses +Diamonds in your face just like eye lashes +And what you know about the Astrodome +What you know about a sprint and a prime co phone +What you know about eating fish and gritz +Can I have some toilet paper cause this the shit +What you know about having a pretty grill +Blue benz, new fins on pretty wheels +What you know about the Kappa beach party +I got a full tank like a Master P artist +What you know about them niggas in suckafree +We got Prowlers, Impalas, and Lex bubble jeeps +What you know about, club connections +Or fightin' a case for drug possesion +What you know about the screwed up click +I got niggas mad at me cause I blew up quick +What u know about rolex invisible set +I got on a big chain, but I got a little neck + +(Repeat Chorus) + + +U See It[Intro: Lil' Flip] +Duke E Loud, Lil' Flip, you see what we doing +You see what we driving, you see how we living +You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill +Still man in it, uh uh + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +I pulled up in a jag (you see it) +Everybody know I got Texas cash (you see it) +I'm like Juve, throwing up a soldier rag (you see it) +In H-Town, I throw up a Clover flag (you see it) +On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (you see it) +Got a deal, but I didn't sign with Def (you see it) +Got a deal with Sony, now we richer (you see it) +Look me up I'm in The Source, see my picture (you see it) +I got hoes just coming to my shows (you see it) +I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it) +You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it) +It's a truck, but it's made by Benzo (you see it) +I'm Lil' Flip, I'm from the Dirty Dirty South (you see it) +I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it) +I represent for my nigga named Screw (you see it) +Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (you see it) + +[Hook: Chamillionaire & (Lil' Flip)] +Nothing less than 20 thousand on my wrist (you see it) +You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it) +Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it) +I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it) +Be banging the Jaguar behind the tent (you see it) +Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it) +Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it) +I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +You got a Cartier, but it's little (you see it) +Look at mine, I got X's in the middle (you see it) +I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (you see it) +I'm feeling smart, cause I always get head (you see it) +I might ride candy red, or black (you see it) +If it's called a Escalade, it's a Lac (you see it) +If you sitting on twenties, then they shine (you see it) +If it ain't endo, we call it pine (you see it) +Down here everybody got gold (you see it) +Still flipping, cause we all got hoes (you see it) +Still rich, cause we all got shows (you see it) +Couple of friends, but we all got foes (you see it) +Down here,Lil' Flip run the South (you see it) +Owe me money, there's a gun in your mouth (you see it) +Want a show, you better send my deposit (you see it) +As far as Sucka Free camp, go I got it (you see it) + +[Hook: Chamillionaire & (Lil' Flip)] +Nothing less than 20 thousand on my wrist (you see it) +You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it) +Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it) +I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it) +Be banging the Jaguar behind the tent (you see it) +Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it) +Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it) +I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it + +[Verse 3: Chamillionaire & Lil' Flip] +I pump my breaks, my rims keep spinning in place (you see it) +Don't worry, we ain't got bad breaks (you see it) +This frozen water, got my gums feeling numb (you see it) +I'm like Nas, cause I know I got a gun (you see it) +Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (you see it) +I'm like Alicia, cause we move the same keys +Niggas know I got more dope, than Homer (you see it) +I'm getting head from your gal, in the sauna (you see it) +My strap's sticking in my lap, its never hitting (you see it) +I got some millions, but I'm still on a mission (you see it) +Chamillionaire dot com, tatted on my arm (you see it) +The Screwed Up Click, written in platinum on my charm (you see it) +I'm bending corners in the Lac, I'm gripping grain +This that Dirty Dirty, what we do is swang +We gone ball, and we gone never be ashamed +Platinum versus, platinum teeth and platinum chains +Bitch, you can see it + +[Hook: Chamillionaire & (Lil' Flip)] +Nothing less than 20 thousand on my wrist (you see it) +You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it) +Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it) +I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it) +Be banging the Jaguar behind the tent (you see it) +Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it) +Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it) +I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it + +[Outro: Lil' Flip] +You see it +You see it +You see it +You see it + + +Let My Hair Blow(*talking*) +Yeah fa sho (whoa), it's Lil' Rizzie Rizzie Ron +(you ain't know) I'ma let my hair blizzie blizzie blow +(blizzie blizzie blow) nigga, uh yeah uh, what + +[Hook] +I let my drop top down, to let my hair blow +No time for playing around, I gotta have dough +I love green, boss paper and leaves +Addicted to making g's, my nigga that's just me + +[Lil' Ron] +It's sunny outside, pull a drop out on Sunday +My car model chrome, while it's going down the one way +You push them Hundai's, but I'm in a old school classic +And when I cruise the city, dog I hold up the traffic +Now there you have it, I build my status +When you start choking that blunt, please pass it +Hundreds I'm flashing, so you can know that I'm not broke +You maybe got a little change, but I got a lot mo' +And I'm dressed in Gucci, plus I'm rocking ice +And what I paid for my chain, I could of bought your life +I keep my shit tight, best believe I'm on no +And that drank, got a nigga moving in slow mo' +I might approach your gal, and make her drop her panties +When I get through, I'm on the first flight to Miami +I know you can't stand me, but I don't give a damn +And I always remember, Lil' Ron is who the fuck I am + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Lil' Ron] +It's all gravy baby, in a gray Mercedes +Hollin' at your lady, trust me I do that daily +See I'm keeping it gangsta, and I'm quick to shank you +Plus the Franklin's in my pockets, got my shorts to my ankles +No thank you, cause Lil' Ron don't deal with marks +I'd rather chill up in my mansion, and get endo sparked +I press a button and start, the 6-4 Cheve +My tires mad at my rims, they say they too heavy +I'm bout my feddy, please recognize and realize +I'm 5'2, but my main bitch, 6'5 +With green eyes, and some thick yellow thighs +And everywhere she go, you know she gotta stay fly +But me dog, I'm a fool with it +You get a check for two hundred, and you cool with it +See I need five digits, I'm addicted to g's +Love that green paper, and them sticky green leaves +Know what I mean + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Verse 3] +Now I might hit the park, rolling in a Benzo +Can't see me cause I'm in a solo +Lil' Ron blowing hydro endo smoke +Pockets sitting fatter than fat Albert, cause we gotta have it +Hey Hey Hey, Hey Hey nigga we bout it +Bout making money, bout flipping honeys +Bout making sure, or life grow something +See the girls in the club, make 'em twerk something +Still a thug with em, I'ma have to hurt something + +(*talking*) +Ha ha (huh), that's how we do it +We laying all you fake bustas down +Feel me, feel me + + +So Fresh So CleanHa, Freestyle King +Screwed Up Click, nigga.. + +[Hook: Shasta - 2x] +Can't nobody, flow like me +I'm just a fresh MC (the Freestyle King-King) +Can't nobody, outshine me +My piece bling-blind, they bling (the Freestyle King-King) + +[Lil' Flip] +I did a song with H.A.W.K., I think that nigga called it Oh Yeah +I'm wearing platinum jewelry, and my tape ain't even gold yet +You know where my shows at, just keep your ears open +And if you driving please don't get caught, with your beers open +Like Dr. Dre I'm still smoking, cause all I blow is dro +We the type of niggas, that smoke on the way to see our P.O +Got a partna named C-Note, with a brother named Duke +We got hoes in every state, that like to blow us like a flute +Everybody know I flip, everybody know I sip +All I blow is hydro weed, Lil' Flip don't fuck with dip +Wrote a movie wrote the script, I'm a million dollar star +And everytime you see me, I'm with a yellow star what + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Lil' Flip] +And when Screw gave me the plack, niggas really hated that +But that can't be changed, playboy that's that +Like Fat Pat I'm so throwed, just look at my charms +Stop that shit is what they say, when they look at my arm +I'm iced out bopping hoes, saying where you get it +I just smile and lie, somewhere over there in Missouri City +But you know I got Johnny, working at the Flea Market +You ain't heard of Johnny, what the fuck are you retarded +He keep me looking good, from my wrist to my pinkie +Hoes can't see me, cause they always be blinking +While I'm thinking, how the fuck I'ma get under her dress +I'm the Freestyle King, nigga how you love that + +[Hook - 2x] + + +We Got ItWhoooaaaaa +I'm the streets +What you know 'bout it? +We got what you need man + +[Hook] +You want that cocaine? +We got it +You want that heroin? +We got it +Cause I'm a thug +T-H-U-G +Cause I'm a thug +T-H-U-G +Look I'm a thug +T-H-U-G +I said all of the above + + +[Verse] +I'm spectacular, I bite your neck like dracula +I'm flippin' in my Acura +Cause Flip still a bachelor +I'm smokin' on tarantula +Flip a key just like the spatula +Got a bitch by the name of Pamela +Wit a cousin named Tamara +She posin' for my camera +Cause she know a nigga a star +She know I'm the type to buy the club +Nigga fuck tryin' to buy the fuckin' bar +That's who we are, aye +In the streets niggas act like they your friend but them nigga is your enemy +They just come around to smoke your weed and drink your hennesy (I ain't no hoe) +I ain't never been a nigga that would run from a muthafuckin' fight +I'm the nigga that run to the fight +I'm the nigga wit the muthafuckin' calico cocked wit a light +One to the head, one to the back +Kill a nigga just like that over one stack +Cause my niggas gangstas ya niggas wankstas and we'll kill 'em, thank you +I don't give a damn 'bout you or ya muthafuckin' crew +Tell me what you what the fuck you wanna do +If the nigga wanna box we'll box +After that we box and put ya niggas in a muthafuckin' box +I been callin' the shots +A lot of niggas get in the game and get a lil' fame +Sell a couple of ringtones think they bosses +Tell a nigga to come to my hood and my niggas take they crosses +Whatyouknow 'bout comin' up in the hood sellin' keys tryin' to get out +Whatyouknow 'bout try to rob another nigga just come it's a muthafuckin' drop +Yeah nigga I live it, yeah nigga whatever I say is real +I don't just make words rhyme +Muthafucka I was really sellin' that +Really sellin' them nine's, sellin' them blocks, sellin' them k's +Gotta get the block, gotta move a mill, gotta move 'em out +Gotta watch out for the muthafuckin' cops +Undercovers will get ya, put ya behind a cell like in jail can't get no mail +Gotta put ya bitch on the ground +But she can't watch the muthafuckin' trap all the time (damn) +So what you gon' do hustler? You a king pin +How much cocaine nigga you bring in? +I hear ya records and ya records sound real nice +Except I'm not you nigga, I don't write +I'm on some other shit, some shit you ain't known +I spit metaphors, I spit homophones +Embedded chromosomes, check my DNA +I'm always winnin' first place in a relay +I'm a marathon runner, nigga you a sprinter +I'm a green label Bentley dropper you a rental +I'm a sinner, I sin again but I repented +Sin after I do it, cause I went through it +I'm true to it, the streets, fuck the beef +Cause if I'm still walkin' around nigga it ain't no beef +Go to police, but nigga they can't help ya +Cause just like some muthafuckin' wax the K will melt ya +Put ya kids in a shelter cause daddy was a dickhead +All you had to do was come on time wit Lil' Flip's bread +But when these niggas play wit me, I don't lose my temper +I use my pistol, then spit on instrumentals +It's critical, I'm the type of nigga that'll get at you +Get rid of you, hell yeah nigga now you miserable +Will kill 'til you lose, he don't pay no dues +If you play by the rules, homeboy them keys will get move +But if you hate on a nigga like me cause a nigga like me I got respect +Cause a nigga like me in a G-5 jet, hand on my muthafuckin' 'tec +Reppin' my set, Cloverland +Ain't no holdin' hands cause I'm a muthafuckin' pimp +Still eat shrimp, still get head from ya bitch on the first attempt +Never been a wimp, always been a fighter +Gimme the lighter cause I got the fire +These hoe ass producers in the game never wanna sign work for hires +Grab the plyers, got pullin' they teeth +Grab the plyers, got pullin' they piece +Gotta let a nigga know don't play wit Flip, cause he a muthafuckin' don fo' sure +Oh no you ain't know hoe, I got niggas in 3rd Ward that'll put a pistol to ya +I got niggas in Iraq that'll send a missile to ya +Real ass nigga I'm a trill ass nigga don't play no games wit lames +Got a whole bunch of money got a whole bunch of change I can put a lil' on ya brain +For a stack, I can get ya whacked +For two I can get two +For three I can get the whole family we'll spray at ya randomly +It's a casualty, yeah nigga don't battle me +Cause a nigga gettin' money like Master P +I rather be livin' so lavishly, I got ya bitch home back wit me +On my jet ski, Wayne Gretzky say he got ice +Lil' Flip got a whole bunch of ice, got a whole bunch of Nikes +Got a whole bunch of hoes yeah a whole bunch of dykes nigga you can get one +Gimme a g, gimme a beat, I'll show ya how to have some fun +I'll show ya how to bust a gun, I'll show ya how to turn from a soldier to a don +Don Ron these niggas hate us, they hate to congratulate +These niggas get behind ya and hate, well they rather late +Cause my success has been happening for 12 years +Almost 13, close the curtains +I'm in that Maybach, that shit ya always see +That shit ya never had, I'm in there blowin' weed +It came wit a refrigerator, I'm watchin' "The Terminator" +That nigga the governor, haaaa, nigga I'm lovin' the +Hustle the way that I grind, I can get on any plane +I can spit a freestyle and leave it on any grain +Anybody complains that means they ain't a grinder +You can put up your rolex my breitling watch it blind ya +25 karats on my muthafuckin' grill +Yes I pay the cost to be the boss +You see the cross, nigga it's all frost +Where you been nigga? I'm number 1 +Cloverland southside of H-Town that's where I'm comin' from +Still pack my 'tomic gun, still packin' the calico +Still go to war for my niggas just like we at the Alamo, ploooww! +Hit the ground you see me bussin' +Nigga cause when I'm comin' repercussions ain't nothin' +I, empty the drum +I'll, empty in one +2 to his face, murder was the case +Leave the cops on the high speed chase, I'm a getaway +Cause I got 'Diplomatic Immunity' just like Jim and Cam', and Juelz +Oh yeah you see my je-wels? Haha +I made the song 'Spinners' +So I, got to ride the ride on chrome spinners +Play wit me now, cause I got the fuckin' cake wit me now +Yessir, the baddest bitches say they wanna stay for me now +But pray for me now, I'm hustlin' on the edge +One slip, and I can get caught up by the feds +For one flip, I can get make a whole lotta bread +I ridin' for Gudda and the Dream Team until I'm dead + +[Hook] + + +I’m a G[Talking] +Gyeah(I'm A G)I don't know about you +Look I don't know about you*repeat 2x* +Gyeah, It's Flip Gates...my nigga Noble +Clover G's, H-Town...Southside + +[Verse 1-Lil' Flip] +Ay Look I'm A G and that's the family tradition +Fuck bein broke my nigga I'm on a mission +I was fifteen with a bag full of dope +While ya'll was learnin math nigga I was cookin coke +I use to ride with my uncle, he use to make the runs +He told me if he didn't come out to take the gun +And call the mothafuckin house and let mama know +I got the callico just incase the drama go +Way too far and trust me you don't want that +You don't want me aimin straight for ya fitted cap +I been thru a whole bunch of shit my life time +The cops in the hood they suppose to fight crime +But the cops in my hood they cut side deals +Now look at my wheels, now look at my grill +It feel good to be a millionaire so young +Gon'and catch twenty two as I pack fo'guns + +(Chorus-Lil' Flip) +Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a Glock in my ride +I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive +To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame +I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name +Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets +I'm a G-so fuck that I'm out cookin with ease +I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90 +I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-fuck boy, I'm a G + +[Verse 2-Young Noble] +They say I'm stuck in my ways and I prolly won't change +And the way that we was raised, shit we gotta get paid +Call us money over bitches in this scandalous age +Like my niggas all gone-ain't nobody to save +And look at me I grew crookedly +Saw (?) on the block-blowin trees in like 20 degrees +In the huddle it's a hustle don't get it confused +I know niggas who stack dimes like Mr.Schrooge +I know niggas who pack nines quick as they use +This is the blues that street shit that do what it do +You gotta watch how you move youngin, ya freedom-ya life +You might lose somethin youngin-tryna prove somethin youngin +You gotta be a man on ya own-no crew or nothin +Niggas pop that pop but niggas ain't doin nothin +Nob'stay humble-till you cross that line +Cross me you gon'see you only got one time + +(Chorus-Lil' Flip) +Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a Glock in my ride +I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive +To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame +I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name +Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets +I'm a G-so fuck that I'm out cookin with ease +I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90 +I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-fuck boy, I'm a G + +[Verse 3-Lil' Flip] +I got respect from the Bloods, I got respect from the Crips, shit +Everywhere I go I keep a extra clip, shit +Cause if you slip nigga it might be over +You heard Game Over, you seen the Range Rover +The CD changed over, I'm jammin Noble's shit +That Cloverland, that Botany Boy's, that Screwed Up Click, that Clover shit +You niggas talk all that shit but you don't back it up +And please don't get shot in the head cause they can't patch ya up + +[Verse 4-Young Noble] +It's the mothafuckin movement-the truth is +Niggas can't do it like we do this +Nah don't compare us to ya'll +We Outlawz from day one in the game +Stayed true from day one in the game +Through the love and the pain +Nothin to gain but respect in the game +And this shit gon'live on way after we gone +Real niggas keep pushin along +Real niggas keep gettin it on, sing 'em a song + +[Chorus Till End] + + +What Y’all Wanna Do(talking) +What, what, what, what(repeat) +The most finominal beat of all times +Big Face entertainment, Sucka Free trick +Flip, Banner, they hatin like a bitch + + +(David Banner) +I hear the soul of 22 dead slaves SLABbing +I see the chrome on 22 inch rims swanging +Comin down chop chop Mississippi til I die +Bout, bloody body drops(we bump that screw down here) +Gettin hot like a dog, black packs for them bitches +Mayne we choose to ball step in the spot then (??) +Bitch we buying the mall(nawl really?!) +Uh yeah!bitch we buying the mall +So get yo ass out the seller +See we true pimps here, watch it them black tops +Them other Mississippi pimps bitch suck my balls! +(1, 2, 3)okay now we blowin up ain't got no diamonds +On my wrist, but got some texts in my palm okay die!!! + +(Bridge) +What these bitches want now? +There it goes some southside shit +Give me thirty-gs and I'll pimp on a bitch +Like whoa!.... + +(Chorus x2) +What y'all wanna do, what y'all got to say +We bump that screw down here okay! +How you niggas actin, how you niggas roll +You better reconize southside still holdin + +(Lil' Flip) +You like yo music fast, I like my music slow +You cut yo hair off, I let my hair grow +You like to ride Daytons we like to ride Dubs +You bought a barbershop I jus bought a club +You need a engineer I got MJ +You bought a two-way I gotta three-way +You talk about whoa, we talk about maaan +You do a show for $1200 we get $20 grand +You wear Timbalands I wear Air Force Ones +You pack 9-millemeters we back automatic guns +You stuck yo city, we stay on the road +You see me wearing platinum I quit wearin gold +You ridin factory I got candy paint +You sip Beveldere I sip on drank +We ride on swangas but we call em' too chrome +And everytime I do a show we buy new homes + +(C-Note) +C-Note keep it hot like(??) +Rolling 20-inches on a new (?casino?) +Got connected wit Texas playas and a bad latino +And you can see me steppin out of a Lamborgino +Cause we stackin mo chips then a damn casino +Big shots back accounts full of numbers and 0's +And check the new driveway for the Bentleys & Beamos +And just to know our money strech +Just as long as a Limo....and we Screwed up + +(Lil' Flip) +8 Ball, MJG, Scareface, Master P, Fat Pat,Keke +Pokey,and Mike D, Big Moe, Botany Boys +H-Duece, Rap Alot, UGK, Big Hawk, Lil'Troy +Michael Watts, Godfather, Outkast +Big Mike, Ganksta N-I-P, DJ Screw, Swisha House +Point Blank, and Lil' Flip +Al D, PSK, can't forget Street Military +SPM, Lil'Switch, and Fine Dyme, and Barrbarry +Crime Boss, ESG, what about Goodie Mob +I can't forget about Devin man that boy go hard! + +(David Banner) +We bump that screw down here okay! + + +Forget the Fame(Lil' Flip) +I come from a hood where everybody standing on the corner +What you need? some weed, speed, or some marijuana? +You can get it right here or get it down there +But when the laws pull up get away from 'round there +Now niggas think a nigga started changin +Just cause a nigga gotta platinum chain hanging +I still got the same niggas that I'm down with +If a nigga owe me money we gon'shoot down shit +I use to sell work I use to sell pints +But now I'm doing shit I got three million in the bank +I done made alot of moves and payed alot of dues +And if you fuck with me, you might make tonight news +Now niggas get on TV and forget they partnas +The ones who keep it real come to yo shows with the choppas +The one who bring that drank, bring that weed to yo house +Them the niggas down wit me that represent the South, uh + +(Chorus) +I want the money +I don't give a fuck about the fame +No matter how rich I get Lil' Flip will never change +I want the money +I don't give a fuck about the fame +I do this shit so my patnas don't have to slang cain + +(Lil' Flip) +Now everytime I get back somebody went to jail +But they taught us don't go to school and you will fail +I didn't go to college but its money in my wallet +And I just bought a Jag with zero mileage +Now people like "Flip, you know I'm tryin to rap" +But you was hatin on me, nigga you might get slapped +Your telephone tapped, you got the hood hot +Matter of fact it don't look good for you to be standin on the block +Nigga what about the cops? They rollin and lookin +And everybody know what you sellin and cookin +So get yo mind right nigga stay out the streets +You see what I did, now I play with these beats + +(Chorus) + +(Lil' Flip) +I'm like a hundred-dollar bill I'm hard change +And now its funny everybody ain't acting the same +Rule one never let niggas learn your business +Rule two never ever ever burn yo bridges +I had niggas that was hatin smilin in my face +Way before "Buy the Car, Buy the House", and "DiamondsNyaface" +Now they see me in the streets like "I wanna do a song" +Nigga yous a ho cry babies go home! +Cause you ain't selling records don't get mad +Cause you see me ballin hard in a drop top Jag +When you see me at The Source just chunk up a deuce +Cause I represent Cloverland jumpin out my Coupe +I'm still gon' be the same nigga on the scene +I'm still gon' be the only freestyle king...... + +{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon' +{*DJ scratches*} still... still gon be the only +('Another chop chop productions') +{*DJ scratches*} free... {*DJ scratches*} freesty.. +{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon' be the only free style king... +{*DJ scratches*} only only only only fre{*mumbling*}ee style king +{*DJ scratches*} ...free style king +{*DJ scratches*} still gon +{*DJ scratches*} ly freest..king.. I'm still gon +{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon be the only +{*DJ scratches*} styl {*DJ scratches*} still gon be +{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon' be the only free +{*DJ scratches*} + + +Playa 4 Life[Hook: Chamillionaire] +You know I stay stacking my cheddar, leaning back on the leather +With a ride or die chick, on my side +Nobody does it better, so somebody better tell ya +That you dealing, with a playa fo' life +I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life +I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life +You need a baller, I'm a baller your type +You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life + +[Lil' Flip] +24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my lap when I roll high +Now I'm back in the trap with four fpies, three macks on my lap and a fo'-five +Mo'fuckers ain't know I could rap fast, mo'fuckers ain't know I could stack cash +Lil' mama right there she got a fat ass, but you know Clover Geez don't trick cash +Now let me slow it down, for all you Screw heads +Don't call me Flipper, it's Mr. I Can Do Dat +Fuck a lay-away, if I like it I buy it +And if it's purple haze, if I like it I try it +I'm doing 85, on 2-88 +The music so loud, my phone on vibrate +I missed like twenty calls, and two of em my dogs +And you guessed it right, the rest of em broads + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip] +Come with me and tour the globe, let me show you how it go +I'll take you out that Bebe, and put you in designer clothes +You'll be closing Phantom do's, and Dolce & Cabana clothes +The paparazzi waiting, when you stepping out that G4 +G5 we fly, we high ah man +I bet your man, ain't never had a hundred grand +I be drunk every hour, I be high every minute +I be dodging the press, because my windows tinted +I'm a playa for real, diamonds lay on my grill +To get out my deal, I had to pay two mill +Now I'm happy as ever, laying back on my leather +The number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip] +Them chicks in Chi-Town, looking for a real playa +Them chicks in Las Vegas, they get that money out there +Them chicks in New York, cute but they talk rude +Them chicks in Paris France, now they know what to do +Them chicks in Berlin, they say they want a playa too +I got the chicks in the Lou, they hollin' what it do +Them Cali chicks, want a playa with that real do' +That's when I pull up in my drop, and let me grill show + +(*talking*) +Ay-ay come ride-come ride-come ride +Ay, Southside for life +Ain't nobody do it like me, aaay + +[Hook] + + +Addicted (Mary Jane)(*Talking*) +Yeah, I wrote this song for Mary Jane +It's only one bitch I trick my dough fo' +Haha, a lotta y'all niggas spendin y'all money foolishly man +Invest in that Purple Haze, that Train Wreck +That Capiss, knawI'msayin +It'll have you right,oh boy + +[Chorus] - 2x +I be smokin on that Mary Jane +Do you be smokin on that Mary Jane? (I wanna know) +See I'm addicted to that Mary Jane +Are you addicted to that Mary Jane? (I need mo') + +[Verse 1] +Ay, the first time you let me hit I really wasn't with it +Now look, I need yo' ass every minute +I wake up early, fiendin for a big blunt +Plus tonight, I got a show in Romant +I know you heard about the Dirty, we so crunk +Gimme a swisher fill it up, with Super Skunk +That Hash Flynt got me swervin when I drive +Even when my money low I find a way to get high +If you a bud smoker, come blaze with me +Have a cup of lean, now you feelin dizzy +You know I gets busy, chiefin back-to-back +About to cough up a lung nigga hit that + +[Chorus] - 2x + +[Verse 2] +Ay, go get a highlife, this weed messin up my eyesight +At night time I can't drive right +You wanna feel what my vibe like +Then put 28 grams, in my pipe, I bet it get you right +And fuck what you heard, weed is the best thrill +So lil' mama you can keep them (X pills) +Cali got the best kill +But Amsterdam got everything all year, huh +And you can smoke on the streets, watch my DVD +I'm in love with W, E-E-D +Please pass the blunt, don't hold the blunt +Cause if the laws come, you gon be the first to run, bitch + +[Chorus] - 2x + +[Verse 3] +Ay, ay, this last verse gon be short as fuck (why?) +Cause Verse 1 I had a ounce (but I smoked it up) +Got game from the OG's (and I soaked it up) +In three years, three albums (I'm platinum plus) +Now I'm coppin Blueberry like it ain't no thang +(But not on Tuesdays and Thursdays) cause the people swang +(And why you chokin my nigga?) you can't handle it +(Well take this, gimme that) smoke a cancer stick, trick + +[Chorus] - 2x + +(*Talking*) +Yeah, if you in yo' whip rollin, even if you ain't a baller +Even if you gotta roll up one of them small ass little-bitty cigarillos +Do what you do man +Over here we ball outta control man, fo' real man +We take two blunts and put them sideways to make them fat +Then we take another one and put it the other way to make it long nigga +You ever put a whole ounce in a bone nigga? +Have you ever been to Amsterdam nigga? +You ever smoke Purple Kush, Purple Haze, OG Kush +Master Kush, Train Wreck, Maui Waui, all that shit man? +Ah man, we do it big man +White Widow, Triple X, Sweettooth +Sometimes niggas be havin sweetooths man +Haha, youknowI'msayin +We ball outta control baby +And don't hate on me man, cause I smell like that doja +And you smokin on that Bobby Brown +Uh, yeah + + +Lean Back Freestyle (T.I. Diss)First of all I'm a Clover G veteran +And y'all already know who I'm better than +Y'all know T.I. can't fuck with me +You're a featherweight, you don't even weigh a buck 50 +Nigga you lucky my plane got delayed +Cause I would've knocked your punk ass off the stage +You a seven-time fellon, what you care about a case? +Yeah you got outta jail early cause you working with the state snitch +You a bitch, been a bitch, still a bitch +And yeah that leprechaun suit got me filthy rich +I shoulda known you was a snake +When you was at the source photoshoot smiling in my face +Tryna get on my Game Over remix but I told you no +I only do tracks with niggas that I think dope +Niggas know in the streets I'm the hardest +So why in the fuck would I diss a gold artist? +I'm from the durty durty and I represent +I get head like the muthafuckin' president +Southside and we ride on 20 inches +I got a million dollars, I ain't a penny pincher +Holla Back, I'm straight from the streets +Jump out the jeep with a K in the heat +Put the (?) in ya lap, ya brain in ya lap +Im reppin H-Town I put the clover on the map +Holla back, I got my 9 and my strap +Everybody, you betta get the hell back +When Flip pops up I'll leave your ass droppin' dead +Southside, we don't trip over blue and red +I leave you crippled with by pistol at your back bend +Make ya chest do a fuckin' back bend +Holla back I'm from the streets dawg +And I'll knock yo ass off yo feet dawg +What's beef? Beef is when a nigga like you can't eat +Wake up with no apatite and you can't eat +Better Look both ways when you walk in the street +Cause you don't wanna bump heads with a nigga like me +Rubber man with the AK shit +But your first album flopped with that Reggae shit +Holla back nigga, hahaha + + +All I Know[Intro: Cam'Ron] +Killa, Lil' Flip (Uh-huh) +Houston, Harlem +Dipset in the building (Yes, sir) +Let's get ready to do this shit, Yo + +[Verse One] Cam'Ron +Call me the better man +Beretta man, leather man, cheddar man +I should've been the weatherman +I tell you where the high is and where the low at +When it gonna rain dog where the snow at +And where the snow at it ain't got to cold at +My block is hot kojak got his Kodak +And that's totally wack, y'all supposed to be cats +Men of mice of course they go grow to be rats +That's ain't Cam's momento so I crammed the rental +With grams and endo had them saying Jusendo +Got that butter brother, word to mother murder +Hit the other servers, down at Whataburger +Eat at Long John Silver keep the long arm silver +Fuck the long arm of the law he's strong on sckrilla + +[Bridge: Cam'Ron] +Flip to Killa, we flip to kill her +That's a killer flip, ya flip we kill ya (Dipset, bitch) + +[Verse Two: Lil' Flip] +And if you don't lurk or live here you riding through my hood +And I don't know what you heard +But we'll take you for your goods +I wish you would come to my neck of the woods +Come to my hood, better bring a tek to my hood +And we be buckin' and drivin' while you shuckin' and jivin' +Niggas hateful low down dirty plus they conivin' +Me and my niggas we roll with triggers +We kill you for figures +We put 13 bricks in the 18 wheeler (yeah) + +[Hook: Lil' Flip] +Street life is all I know +So when I carve my music that's all I show +Street life is all I know +So when I carve my music that's all I show +Street life is all I know +So when I carve my music that's all I show +Street life is all I know +So when I carve my music that's all I show + +[Verse Three: Lil' Flip] +All I know is nigga bring me all my dough +Cause rap money come fast and [?] money come slow +One day you on yo feet the next day you flat broke +That's the drought cause yo connect got bad dough +Now you got smoke from another nigga you don't know +That nigga might be a fed if he don't show +Plus plots and schemes, young niggas chasing green +You better wake up cause ya'll niggas chasing dreams + +[Bridge: Cam'Ron] +Flip to Killa, we flip to kill her +That's a killer flip, ya flip we kill ya (Dipset, bitch) + +[Hook: Lil' Flip] +Street life is all I know +So when I carve my music that's all I show +Street life is all I know +So when I carve my music that's all I show +Street life is all I know +So when I carve my music that's all I show +Street life is all I know +So when I carve my music that's all I show + + +Haters*Lil Flip Talkin* + +(Verse 1:Lil' Flip) +I'ma lane switcha,I'ma young game spitta why you lookin +At my rims cause mine can't bigga but I ain't jigga I'm Lil' Flip +You know me baggets and precious cutts +All in my rolie I dont shop a police cause I'm top +Of the line did you see how I made my bentley drop to the +Ground,I'ma codiene dranker thats all I sip +And 2000 cars thats all I flip +If it ain't on chrome I can't sit in it +If it ain't a big body I can't fit in it +Down south we all about are money +Down south we get are piece made by johnny +Down south we like to swang on glass +If you wanna sixteen you better bring my cash +I'm a millionare for real and now you know +My bank account say 10000 + +(T.C.) +I'ma playa on 20's rider +U.P.T resider bently off the show room +First class driver everything I own gotta be paid out +I bought a mansion in spain +Next to bill gates house +I love money large ammounts +I never wrote a check the bank bounced +Wodey I'm use to livin lavish +I gotta rolie on my wrist about forty karets +I like to cruise so I bought me a yat +I like baby's house so I bought the whole block +Wodey can't you see I get my shine on +I done moved my colisium into the super dome ya heard me + +(Chorus: Big T.) +Why Ya'll Haters so Mad? +I don't know why baby +Hummers and Jags +Why Ya'll Hatin the way ya'll do? +Why Ya'll Haters so Mad? +I don't know why baby +Hummers and Jags +Cause we in Hummers and Jag + +(Derrick) +I bought a Jag off the show floe +Wit no miles paid it out I can't stand notes +Wrote a check for 70 grand my shit paid for +My money legel I ain't worried bout the feds brah +18 set for life dogg I'm livin gravy +Girl thats big enough for me and you ain't it baby +I got some shit around my wrist +That do nothin but sparkle +My clothes and my mansion they madeamara +So much Ice in my pinkey ring tellins horror +All my arms tattooed nigga C.M.R +Moved mom's out the hood to washatona +She needed transportation so I bought a rover +She couldn't drive so I hired a mazada shofir +Tommorow night i'm goin to dinner wit your girl +Oprah,Oprah hoes see me in the club +Be like that boy rich +I don't take bathes in water moette and cris +I got some shit around my wrist +That a blind the day +How many niggas you know sleepin in versachi beds +Man that platinum 20 thousand dollars spreads +My nigga sold a trans am that was special made + +(Chorus) + +(Lil'Flip & T.C) +(T.C) +We gon ball wit shunny pooh for the millinuem +We 18 live in condominum +(Lil'Flip) +We ride on blades we ride on glass +And we got t.v's inside our jags +(T.C) +We in private jets we never on land +We ballin outta control ya understand +(Lil'Flip) +I stay in cloverland thats all I know +And big head dollars thats all I hold +(T.C) +Big body on brauders thats all I know +20 inch rims is all I roll +(Lil'Flip) +And my watch too cold +You know we actin bad shunny pooh +Now I see why them haters mad + +(Chorus) + +*Derrick talkin till end* + + +Tonight(talking) +Yeah, it's Lil' Flip, Seville +KnowI'msaying, we gone do +This for the girls though huh + +[Seville] +You wanna F-L-I-P with S-E +L-I-F-E, Flip with Seville tonight - 2x + +[Lil' Flip] +You ain't got to stereotype me because I'm a rapper +Cause after every show I be on another chapter +Not running to them hoes, but I'm running to my do' +Cause when I make money I don't shine, I just glow +If I don't work, then I don't eat +So I'm not tricking cause I'm looking for the treats +And if you play it right girl we could take it far +How bout walking in the park, rolling in my Jaguar + +(Chorus: Seville) +You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up +Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight +You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up +Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight + +[Lil' Flip] +I wonder if I broke both arms would you right a flow for me +If a girl scratched my car would, you fight a hoe for me +Go out of town and go get the dough for me +If I can't buy weed, would you grow for me +If I go to jail will you come and get me out +If a nigga got tickets, would you go and set it off +I don't know but I'ma find out, that's what I wanna know +Cause I'm looking for a girl, I'm not looking for a hoe +Everyday I got a show, but I don't fuck around +And a nigga making money as soon as I touch the town +I'm a million dollar star, with a million dollar car +We could get in the jacuzzi and blow a cigar +With some hash in it, six car garage with some Jags in it +Nigga got a trunk, and I got ten bags in it +Went to buy some Gucci and some Prada +And niggas know I'm a leader Lil' Flip will never follow, holla + +(Chorus) + +[Lil' Flip] +I was lying, about taking a walk in the park +But girl I got some weed, where's the lighter let's spark +I'll tell you bout me, you tell me about you +And if you play it right I might start calling you boo +Got to cook for a nigga, write a hook for a nigga +If you say the law's coming, then look for a nigga +Cause a nigga need a gal, who's a ride or die chick +Excuse my french, I need a ride or die bitch + +[Seville] +All I want to do is come, inside +Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright +Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight +I like, I like, I like +All I want to do is come, inside +Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright +Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight + +I liiiike, the waaaaaay you feel, tonight - 2x + + +Look At Me Now(talking) +Yeah I represent Houston man +Ya know they say we country down here +But everybody tryna ride blades +Everybody wanna ride candy paint +Ya feel me?, so I'm just keepin it trill +Like my nigga Bun B say, yeah ugh ugh + +(Lil' Flip) +I came along way I went from Cutless to Benz +From Benz to Jag on twenty-three inch rims +From crack to macs from broke to sacks +From water guns, to bee-bees, from bee-bees to gats +From stamps to tatoos from home to school +Even though I made straight A's I still broke the rules +I came along way I went from no shows, to mo'shows +I went from Duck Head, to Girbaud, and Polo +They all said ("Flip you need to stop rapping") +And now I'm rockin 2 chains they say please stop cappin +And I'm like what happened?I thought we was cool +But I gotta strong line so I'm like fuck you! + +(Chorus rp2x) +They always said I was a country boy(country boy) +But now they see the rims spinnin on my candy toy(toy) +They always said I was a country boy(country boy) +Well look at me now bitch I'm a star(star) + +(Lil' Flip) +Well I'm a supa dupa star in a supa dupa car +Got 9 DVDs I'm watching the Entourage +Nextel, Cellular(hello)windows tinted +I payed for my ride your Benzo rinted +I'm all weed scented cause I blow like Snoop +And people think I'm flippin birds +Cause I'm rollin in a Coupe +And I'm smellin like Juice wit 20 rocks on my tooth +Ya'll doing the Harlem Shake we raise da roof +I sprayed the Coupe with ten coats of red +And just because blades are choppin everybody dead +And I'm like the Exorcist cause I gotta turn a head +And we can't go on a date girl if you in the (?red?) +Cause I'll hit you in the head wit a mothafuckin pillow +I'ma stay Sucka Free like my homie Big Mello(R.I.P) +And thats coming straight from me +And I'm still a ghetto boy like Scarface and MJB + +(chorus) + +(Lil' Flip) +I ain't ashamed of where I'm from baby I'm from the hood +And if you ask me how I'm doin"I'ma say I'm doin good" +And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack +Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin cracked +I ain't ashamed of where I'm from baby I'm from the hood +If people ask me how I'm doin"I'ma say I'm doin good" +And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack +Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin cracked + +(talking) +All my ex's live in Texas haha +Yeah Redd in a Lexus nigga thats how we doin it +Houston know what I'm saying +Ugh thats how I'm doing it my nigga did the track +All how ass nigga can't fuck with us +Fuck ya'll watch out for my nigga Redd +Doing a show soon down in Nashville +In the studio that album coming soon + + +Stay Ballin’(*Talking*) +Ay man, I'mma tell you one thing man +Ay we stay ballin now (for real) +Lil' Flip is in the buildin (Clover Geez) +Yukmouth is in the buildin (Rap-A-Lot) +So all y'all rappers pretendin like you got money +We gon put y'all in y'all place + +[Hook: Big Shasta, (Lil' Flip), {Yukomuth}] - 2x +We stay ballin +(You know my homies down to ride +I represent the Southside with pride) (Southside) +We stay ballin +{You know my homies down to ride +I represent the Westside with pride} (Westside) + +[Lil' Flip] +Now he'll make a old lady feel like a virgin +We in the back of the Maybach, dude close the curtains +The paparazzi tryin to get another flick of me +Police muggin like I got a couple bricks on me +They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk +Cause we get e'rybody high and leave the club drunk +Poppin bottles, coppin tiles, puttin rims on it +I got mo' paper than you, I put my gems on it +How many rappers walk around rockin three clovers +A German car but I got a Portuguese chauffeur +No penny loafers, I ain't Mike But I'm Bad nigga +And for that paper I'll get up in yo ass nigga +You too commercial, I'll hurt you and let that nine squirt you +Yeah, I know you got a H2, but mine purple +I buy that shit you never knew existed +I hit the road and get paid, you come back home evicted, we stay ballin + +[Hook] - 2x + +[Lil' Flip] +Now can you, picture me roamin, high in my lowrider +I only wear t-shirts, so fuck Prada +I used to have to win battles rhymin on my turf +But now I'm walkin around with diamonds in my shirt +Wrist glitted, car kitted, I'm so gutter +Even when it's Winter time I got fo' hustlers +But when you get rich that's when the snakes come +I had to figure out the real niggas from the fake ones +This rap shit got a nigga goin overseas +But from Houston to Zurich we all smokin weed +Them Clover Geez makin moves while y'all standin still +Nigga my fuckin swimmin pool cost a quarter mil' +Cause I'm a big mack, ridin in my big 'Lac +Like 3-57 with a little kick back +We miss you 2Pac, we miss you Biggie Smalls +Until we meet again, me and Yuk' gon ball, oh boy,oh boy + +[Bridge: Big Shasta] + (Lil' flip) +All my potnas got loot too, yeah +(Hell yeah we got loot too man, what you think?) +Said I'd rather ball with you +(You know we ballin man, rose gold and platinu, what?) +And we flippin new Benz Coupes, yeah +(Just bought that new Coupe off the lot, no miles) +And we ridin on 22's +(Deuce-deuce's baby) + +[Yukmouth] +Geah, geah, Yukmouth I'm Godzilla, ridin with Lil' Flippa +Y'all rappers buyin adapters we ridin on real spinners +With goons and gorillas we ridin with real killers +Cancun and the Villa, we playin with real scrilla, nigga +I'm still ballin, flossin and shot callin +Yuk' and Lil' Flip gon show you who boss hoggin +Y'all stompin artist, all of my rocks flawless +Still get the whole club jumpin like hydralics +I spit the hottest flows, overseas rockin shows +Still keep a flock of hoes at Roscoe's and Pappadeux +Rose gold and black diamonds is Rocky Road +Still aim, lock, and load, they'll kill you for some stop-n-go's +I rep the Westcoast, Flip represent the South +Shine with the down payment for a house in my mouth +I rock chains like Slick Rick in '82 +Bentley Coupe navy blue,and still ball for DJ Screw + +What, what, what, what +Yeah, we still ball for DJ Screw + +[Hook] - 2x + + +7-1-3[Lil'Flip] + +Lil' Flip +Represent +7-1-3 + +Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw +I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2" +I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work +That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt +Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff +We got everybody else music sounding like US +So hold up! You better get your own style +Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while! +And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg +I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad +I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid +Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades +My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets +My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet +But hold up! You better get your own style +Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while! +Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source +And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche +I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats +I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets +You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact +I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act +But hold up! You better get your own style +Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while! + +[Chourus x1] +Because we represent the 7-1-3! +The type of Rappers y'all never goin be! +We makin money y'all never goin see! +Because we represent the 7-1-3! +Houston, Texas nigga! + +Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET +Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free +Or MTV, come take a look at my house +And after that, come take a look at my mouth +Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy +And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi +But hold up! You better get your own style +Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while! +Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose +9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro +So don't blow my high, just leave me alone! +Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong +Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided +I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated +But hold up! You better get your own style +Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while! +And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on +Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on +I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'mma rich nigga +And when people call, you can see they picture +I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller +And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller +But hold up! You better get your own style +Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while! +When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK +I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey +I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one +I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun +So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet +Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free +But hold up! You better get your own style +Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while! + +[Chourus x2] +Because we represent the 7-1-3! +The type of Rappers y'all never goin be! +We makin money y'all never goin see! +Because we represent the 7-1-3! +Houston, Texas nigga! + + +I’m The Greatest Player[Intro: Lil' Flip] +Yeeah (Yeeah) +Lil' Flip (Lil' Flipper) +EA Sports It's In The Game +NBA Live, Playa Skillz on the track +Holla back, uh, oh oh + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +After one year in college, I went straight to the pros +So when I throw a no-look pass, go straight to the goal +Don't move in slow (why?), cause I'm hyping up the crowd +Cause when he shootin these free throws, I want everybody LIVE +I'm the greatest in the game cause we winning by thirty +And after the game, I'm gone take off my jersey +And throw it to the fans cause that's how I get down +It's EA Sports and Lil' Flip representin H-Town + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip - 2X] +I'm the greatest player to ever play the game (play the game) +I should retire my jersey cause y'all know my name (y'all know my name) +You out of your brain, don't shoot cause you out of your range (you out of +Your range) +Cause I'm like a mack truck when I'm driving a lane, uh + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +Uh, I love this game cause I can't get laid off +Plus we get respect if we make it to the playoffs +So watch me stop and pop, it's all in the wrist +Say Lil' Ron hold him, he taller than Chris (swish) +That's what you hear whenever I shoot a three partner (woo) +They double-team, I got shooters in each corner (uh) +So look out (look out) +Before you get took out (took out) +Your coach mad cause you let me hit a hook shot (ha ha) +I got a triple-double (triple-double) +It's one quarter left (one quarter left) +They got home court advantage, (so what?) don't disrespect the ref +Before you get a tech (tech) +We playing for respect (respect) +We about to see who the best out of the east and west + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip] + +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +You better step your game up cause I want another ring +You keep playing like you played - they gone trade you to another team +And when the buzzer go off, that mean we the champ (we the champ) +This year we ain't even got to go to camp +Holla back + + +Give Me a Beat[Talking] +Ay this what I do nigga +I do this shit with my eyes closed nigga (fuh sho, fuh sho) +Y'all niggas tryin too hard man heheh...yea Clover G's! + +[Verse 1 - Flip] +Uhhh lyrically I'm a menace +I'll take ya chain and ya tennis +I was raised in the Clover, I roll with Note and the Chemist +No more shoppin at Mervan's, cause I'm tourin in Burlan +Candy paint flip flop, on my black Excursion +Now I'm creepin the block, with my wrist all rocked +Put up ya lighters for BIG, now light a blunt up for Pac +Fuck all this beefin on beats nigga we deep in the streets +And all the beef I ever had, I got out my teeth +I'm a young ass nigga with a master plan +I make a hundred grand everytime I move my hand +Niggas tryna diss me just to get a fan - but I'm rich bitch you understand +Cop them cars, cop them cribs, cop them guns just for fun +I'll bring ya hat to ya, once I put my gat to ya +Y'all niggas can't fuck with me cause I'm a Clover G and I got respect +And for that paper I'll bounce yo'ass like a check +I've paid my dues from the start - this music poetry art +Y'all rappers ain't that smart...now get ya weight up nigga + +[Chorus - Flip] +Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme) +You gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine) +Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme) +See I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes + +[Verse 2 - Flip] +I'm a thug ass nigga that love to bust +I only know one thing "In God We Trust" +You bitch ass niggas ain't hard as us +You wanna little B - O you better smarten up +I bought that truck, drive that 'Llac with two hoes I'm a mack +Three albums one gold, the other two platinum plaques +I move swiftly for three gigs it's 250 +I went to Amsterdam for a week and I blew sticky +All that weed I got to light one +Out of all these hoes I got the right one +You know my name baby (Flip) - I hope yo'brain crazy +You did it, I love it - we did it in public +Look you ain't my girlfriend either you with it or fuck it +Don't get attached to my charm, just bring my stacks in the morn' +Cause I'm a G and you know it with twenty tats on my arm +I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better +Game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater +I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better +Game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater, yea + +[Chorus - Flip] +Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme) +You gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine) +Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme) +See I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes (whaaaat) + + +It’s a Fact[Lil' Flip] +Uh, take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see +A nigga who was young, grew up to be a G +I started off playin basketball for my coach +He started hatin so I took a differint approach +I'ma rap, fuck sweatin, and I'ma do somthin +(like what) that a nigga won't be regrettin +Could I ride? (no) +Could I steal? (no) +Could I jack? (no) +Should I kill? (no) +Nah, I gotta get my shit together +Cause a nigga need a house and big furniture with the leather +I pick up the pen, I pick up the pace +And I used to be broke I couldn't even pick up my face +And now, listen to the shit a nigga be doin +While you nigga's thinkin that a nigga's career be ruined +From smokin, and drinkin +Drinkin, and smokin +And I'ma try and go platinum while you thinkin and hopin +Wishin and lookin, trying to do what I do +And if ya fuck with me, ill shoot or ill sue +And how you wanna' handle business, I can get it like that +And sellin work on the block, I used to get it like that +But I had to back back, and open up my eyes +When you runnin in these streets, you might get a surprise +Your friend could be a foe, your girl could be a ho +And everybody you think got your back, you don't know +Doop been here before a nigga got rich +So Doop right here when I ridin in my 6 +My nigga Cease make beats for me everyday +And guess what he don't never ask to get payed +My nigga Red keep it real, Hump got my back +When I didn't have a car, Hump bought a Lac +Now Hump bought a Jag, and I'm in it +Runnin through these hoes but my name ain't Emitt +Uh + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip] +It's a fact - everybody smiling ain't your friend +Everybody with a grin contemplating on you man +It's a fact - you reap what you sow, better watch what you do +Cause you'll do it to somebody that'll do it to you +It's a fact - your best friend will turn his back on ya +Pull a gat on ya, even rat on ya +It's a fact - that most niggas act like hoes +It's a fact - that most niggas act like hoes + +[Lil' Flip] +Now who can you trust, who can you depend on? +When you all broke need money to lend on +When you tryin'a ball and your money been gone +When you tryn'a put the down payment on 10 homes +Will your nigga ride for you? Will your nigga bust? +Will a nigga come and get your ass out them cuffs? +Will your nigga take you to the mall and buy some clothes? +Will your nigga ever put you first before them hoes? +Will your nigga buy you drank and smoke up the weed? +Ride for your ass when niggas shootin down your street +Come to your funeral and tell a fuckin story +Think about them nuts that we took with no glory +That category, the list +The rappin the hoes, the hoes and the shows +It comes and it goes +De Da De Da De Da + +[Flip talking] +Straight up nigga, that's how I feel +Know what I'm sayin'? +Everybody needs to be ballin nigga +If you got chain nigga, your nigga need to have a chain +If you gotta' cut nigga, your nigga need a cut +If you gotta' hundred in your pocket nigga +Your nigga need at least have fifty, know what I'm sayin? +Niggas that get in the rap +Forget about them niggas who helped 'em nigga +Keep it real nigga +So that's why I don't wanna fuck with you new niggas man +I ain't shootin marbles with you niggas +But y'all cool + +[Lil' Flip] +If it ain't Suckafree don't fuck wit me +Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury +If you ain't Suckafree don't fuck with me +Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury + +[Chorus] + + +What it Do[Mannie Fresh] +Yo red necks, coloreds, asians, africans, ethiopians +Whatever you is-it's ya boy Freshly Snipes ya heard +With Young Flip and I call this one.... + +[Chorus - Mannie + Flip] +[Now what it do] +Yeah nigga got too much loot +[Now what it do] +Yeah baby push the GT Coupe +[Now what it do] +Yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's +Aye play with me homey let the ego shoot +[Now what it do] +Yeah baby Young Flipper is back(I'm back!) +[Now what it do] +Yeah nigga candy Cadillacs +[Now what it do] +Pump your backs it's just too much glass +I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? + +[Verse 1 - Flip] +You know ya baby mama wanna ride with a G +Cause she shakin her ass to this Mannie Fresh beat +I'm fly as a muhfucker-high as a muhfucker +4 rolled diamond chain, iced out belt buckle +Aye and I'm still on the grind +I own 10 watches but I'm never on time +I show up late-cause I blow up weight +You doin shows down here but you can't go upstate +Now what it do I'm tryna leave with you and you +I'm twenty-deep, I ain't trippin bring ya crew +I got my heat you packin little 22's +We Clover G's the home of lean and Dj Screw + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2 - Flip] +Aye I got the big home, the whip chrome +The king back you can't take my throne(hell naw) +I been chillin on the low gettin dough fuh sho +Run up on me thirty shots(blat-blat)but I'm lettin e'm go +You can't fuck with my team I'm just lettin you know +If it cost five-hundred that's regular dro +Cops pull a nigga over cause they jealous of my car +My OZ's twelve-hundred you can smell it through the jar +Grab a sweet roll it up(coughing)get the drank pour it up +And no you can't come with me if you ain't old enough +You know that Desert Eagle come with a holster +But my GT ain't come with a showfer(Damn!) + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3 - Flip] +Aye the dope boy say I'm shinin'boy +But that shit came from grindin boy +Yellow diamonds every where like I stuck up Johnny +Dogg I heard ya paper low I got that stuck up money +Shut the fuck up dummy you ain't hard as us +I went to France and found out you ain't large as us +I get paid just to come to the club and chill +I let ya chick braid my hair-plus she love my grill +Fuck a house on a hill, cause my shit by the lake +I'm like Jigga I can do this in one-take +We got wieght, we got dro, we got all the guns +Ask about Lil' Flip you know where I'm from + +[Chorus] + +[Lil' Flip] +Yeah aye that's how we do it man +Y'all niggas need to step ya game up man +Clover G's in the motherfuckin building +Dogg BG Duke in the building, D-Redd in the building +Will-Lean the chemist in the building +The black Al Capone in the building +UA Deal in the building, Mid West in the motherfuckin building +And we doin it so, so motherfuckin big +Big Shasta in the building, M Dollar in the building +We gettin money nigga and when you see me in the streets say "what it do" +And don't call me Flip no motherfuckin more call me Flipperachi... +Hahaha and we out! + + +Virginia Tech Song (Time After Time)[Intro] +Yeah, it's your boy Lil Flip +We just had a tragedy April 16 Monday 7:15 A.M +So I thought it would be selfish not to speak on it +So everybody who lost somebody at Virginia Tech on Monday +You can play this to help you get by +Yeah... + +[Hook] +If you're lost, you can look and you will find me +(You can find me) +Time after time +(Time after time we go through stuffs like this) +If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting +(We keeping y'all in our prayers) +Time after time + +(Chea!) +If you're lost, you can look and you will find me +(Rest in peace to everybody) +Time after time +If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting +(We burning candles) +Time after time + +[Verse 1] +Imagine waking up for class and not knowing what about to happen to you +This is coming from the heart, Flip ain't just rapping to you +See I did been in situations kinda like this +And I know it make you wonder where Jesus Christ is +People die before they got a chance to graduate +Is it me or did the police react rather late? +Too many shot, too many guns, too many war stories +And I saw people jumping out of windows four stories +Imagine how the parents felt when they got the news +Especially when they couldn't even tell who was who +So we pray for each one of y'all who lost a child +And that brave man who escaped the holocaust +I heard the news, they said they had chains on the doors +Then later on they interviewing at the gun store +Then later on they let them classmates talk about him +But his screen play should've let you know he had a problem + +[Hook] +If you're lost, you can look and you will find me +(Rest in peace) +Time after time +(It's your boy Flip Gates) +If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting +(I got your back) +Time after time + +(Yeah) +If you're lost, you can look and you will find me +(We praying for all the families) +Time after time +(I got a white candle lit right now) +If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting +(Yeah) +Time after time +(Rest in peace) + +[Verse 2] +We fighting wars over there but we got wars over here +I ain't gonna lie I got shot +But your boy's still here +Now my vision clear +And everybody ain't your friend +Would you want to know if you could see how your life would end +And I don't know nobody at the school +But I'm a human too +And if you care about others +That's what humans do +And even though my album out +I can take the time to grieve +Cause if I had a tragedy I hope y'all would do the same for me +So if you see me in the streets, show your boy some love (Yeah) +I'm a millionaire but I'm a educated thug +And to the people who ain't been to Virginia yet +When you come make sure you think about Virginia Tech +We lost a lot of good people on the bad day +And I know how it feel cause my cousins past away +So next time you feeling down about your situation +Just take this Lil Flip record to your local station + +[Hook] +If you're lost, you can look and you will find me +(We praying for everybody) +Time after time +(Time after time) +If you fall, I will catch you (Yeah), I will be waiting +(Yeah) +Time after time + +(Aye your boy Lil Flip got your back) +If you're lost, you can look and you will find me +(They can hate on me all they want) +Time after time +(How many artists are gonna take the time out to do this?) +If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting +(I live in the studio) +Time after time +(Yeah) + +[Outro] +We dedicated this to everybody who lost somebody they love +Brother, sister, cousin, nephew, husband, wife, son, daughter, aunt, uncle +Grandfather, grandmother, everybody on September 11th +Everybody at Virginia Tech, everybody man +It's your boy Flip gangster, your number one fly boy +Aye, this' how I do it baby +I live in the studio +This' worth nothing +This is how I do it man +Houston is in the building man +Holla at your boy +Rest in peace to everybody who lost their life at Virginia Tech +And I'm out... +I'm out +Rest in peace +Rest in peace +Rest in peace + +[Hook] +If you're lost, you can look and you will find me +Time after time +If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting +Time after time + +If you're lost, you can look and you will find me +Time after time +If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting +Time after time + +Time after time... +Time after time... +Time after time... +Time after time... +Time after time... +Time after time... +Time after time... + + +Sun Don’t Shine[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +I thank God everyday for pavin' the way +Cause he - made me what I am today +A young entrepenuer wit amazin' talent +In order to be the best you must take the challenge +I'm tryin' a be number one cause number two don't matter +People try to pull you down when you climb the ladder +Niggas hate to see you up but they love it when you down +That's why I'm always quiet when I come around +Cause - talk is cheap, that's why I rap +I'm gettin' NBA money wit no salary cap +Momma, it feel good puttin' money in ya mailbox +This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Heather Markey] - (Repeat 2X) +Sun don't shine, that's why I spit these rhymes +To ease my mnd +For real, I gotta get away + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +In life (in life), you go through joy and pain +And when somebody close die, it give you a migraine +And a whole lot a stress, a whole lot a tears +Days turn into nights, nights turn into years +I'm not happy here, I want another atmosphere +I gotta get away, just to get my mind clear +That's why I smoke so much, cause it relieve my stress +Just imagine - everyday I gotta wear my vest +I gotta watch my back cause niggas plottin' a jack +When you see these movin' like crack, you feel that? +And to my niggas in jail, you better keep ya head up (keep ya head up) +To my niggas in the hood, keep ya bread up + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Heather Markey] - (Repeat 2X) + +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +If I died today, shit, I lived my life +And if I could do it again, I'd do it twice +No mo' movin' white or shootin' dice +Or creepin' late night tryin' a screw ya wife (ha ha ha!) +Cause I'm a changed man, wit the heart of a lion +Even if I was a midget, I'd fight a giant +I never give up (I never give up), I'm from the home of the brave (home of +The brave) +I'm still ballin' like +Pac+, from the +Cradle to the Grave+ + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Heather Markey] - (Repeat 3X) + + +U Neva Know[Intro: Lil' Flip] +Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man +Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang +I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man +You know Mr. Like A Pimp - ha ha +I'm in here wit my dog Butch Cassidy +Check me out, check me out + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +I came in the door (door), I told y'all before (fore) +I never fall in love wit a motherfucking hoe (hoe) +I keep it pimpin like Good Game, I'm still in the hood man +Drinkin my purple stuff and grippin my wood grain (my wood grain) +I got hoes in area codes like Ludacris (Ludacris) +You think I'm trickin my dough - that's some stupid shit +I got a plan to be a man cause I sell bricks +So you can let that other nigga get your nails fixed +I treat a bitch like a bitch, a lady like a queen +Spit my game, get in her brain, now she on my team +And after we done I might call you later (might) +Just holla at a player (yeah) + +[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] + (Lil' Flip) +Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch +Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch +U neva know, and you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch +Cause you neva know, cause you neva know +(Yeeah, cause it might just be) +(Look, a nigga like me) + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +I told her, "keep it on the low, boo" I know you got a man +I ain't wit that lovi-dovi shit, I ain't holdin hands (uh uh) +Just call me when you get off work cause right now I'm busy (I'm busy) +And when I finished what I'm doin, we can kick it (ahh) +I know ya nigga be goin through your phone (uh huh) +But it's cool cause every night I been roamin in this home (ha) +That nigga lame cause he don't even smoke wit you +Take trips on the boat wit you, kick back and show wit you + +[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations) + +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +Now you can roll (you can roll) but you know we kick it all night (all night) +Cause your friends is my friends, ain't that alright (alright) +Now look (look), I got a flight to make +And I can't be runnin late cause I'm about that cake +I got business in H2's (what else?), yachts and boats (what else?) +I got crocodile shoes, leather minks and coats +I'm still livin the hood life, but I'm livin the good life +So don't get mad cause I'm bangin ya wife (nigga!) +You like to make love (make love) but she want it rough (she want it rough) +You need to talk to her (talk to her) cause she had enough (she had enough) +You think you got it locked (you got it locked) but I got the key +Cause I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P + +[Verse 4: Butch Cassidy] +You never know, these undercover hoes +Is fallin, you got to stay on your toes +They plottin schemes, or better they chasin dreams +But no, these hoes ain't movin me (meeee!) +I chased and fucked, no bitch can get me stuck +Well I'm just going to try my luck (hooo hoo) +They end up sick and hurt, but leavin in a skirt +Then find some better love to fuck (ahh) + +[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations) + +[Outro: Butch Cassidy] +Di di di da di di di di da +Da da da da da +Di di di da di di di di da +Da da da da da +You'll never know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch (yeah yeah) +Just never know.. when your bitch is eatin dick (eatin dick) +Huh huh (huh huh) + + +Bustaclip[Lil' Flip] +Yeaahhh +Yeaahhh +Yeaahhh +Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa +East coast +West coast +Midwest +To the dirty dirtttyyyy +It's Flip Gates +The #1 fly boy +I'm strapped nigga +Let's get it poppin' + +[Verse 1] +I got a brand new MAC I hope this bitch don't jam +I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam +You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram +I'm from the hood, so you know I'm down wit any money scam +Black Glocks, white Glocks spit like sheet rock +You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop +A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down +You was a nobody, but now you famous now +I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's +Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me +You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets +You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef +You betta + +[Hook] +Bustaclip (repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs] +I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider +You don't wanna beef wit meee + +[Verse 2] +I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?) +I know some Inglewood Bloods (bloods) +And you can ask ??? fans I got Cali love (love) +I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land +Just to send you a message, I'll clap your man +Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan +You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown ass man +I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real +And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real +How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh +Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake +I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know +And by the way my new deal worth 8.4 +So I'mma + +[Hook] +I'm strapped nigga +I'm strapped nigga +I'm strapped nigga, what about you? + +[Verse 3] +This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas +The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers +Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked +Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc) +40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga? +I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga? +And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm fuckin' wit X +It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech +I be in the gun range like everyday +You betta pray no drama ever come my way +I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip +And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and +You betta + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip Talkin'] +This some shit for the street baby +We bust a clip everyday +You know what it is +I do what I wanna do nigga +When I feel like it nigga +Track And Productions on the muthafuckin' track +Full Effeck is the muthafuckin' future +Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga +Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga +And that dough, that's a true d-boy +Can't be a dope boy without a gun and a chain +Make sure you got them extra clips nigga +But on the real nigga, don't hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that Maserati +I'm done wit the muthafuckin' Maybach +Fuck that shit nigga, I'm on some drop top flashy "Flash Gordon" type shit +Biatch, BUSTACLIP! + + +Still Bangin’ Screw(*talking*) +Yeah, Lil Flip nigga +D. Diggs, nigga Shasta yeah +This for all the Screwheads nigga +Ya know, for real hey + +[Lil Flip] +You know me, I ride with my trunk raised up +Boy I'm riding dubs, you better put them blaze up +I'm banging Screw, four 15's kick harder +Around the block one time, come back and switch cars +I sip bar, cause it's a family tradition +I'm the Freestyle King, it ain't no competition +I'm a Screwhead, I ride black blue red +They call me Lil Flip, nigga I can do that + +[Chorus: Shasta - 2x] +I thought you knew oooh-oooh-ooooooh +That we forever banging Screw +I thought you knew that +I thought you knew that + +[Lil Flip] +Hey I done bought the car, bought the house +I got about 30 karats, inside my mouth +I represent the dirty dirty, the dirty south +I even put it down with, Swisha House +I got more syrup than, Waffle House +9-9 graduator, I walked across +I run through all hoes, like Marshall Faulk +I fuck with Big Pokey and Big Hawk +And underground mix tapes, got us fame +And fucking with real niggas, got us game +Screwed Up Click about to go worldwide +And once you cross 6-10 welcome to the Southside, Southside + +[Chorus - 2x] + +[Lil Flip] +Thanks to my nigga Screw, I got my shine on +Now my nigga gone, so I gotta rhyme strong +I'ma go platinum, cause I'm a lyrical threat +I think about you everytime, I hear a cassette +Chopped up, but them niggas can't chop like you +Them niggas can't even make the music stop like you +But I'ma keep you alive, everytime I rap +On the real, DJ Screw put us all on the map +So everytime I bust a flow, I'ma show my ass +You taught me two things, keep it real and fold my cash +Now I'm rich, and I'm still dropping underground shit +And fuck the radio, I drop underground hits, I'm a Screwhead + +[Chorus - 2x] + +(*talking*) +Yeah ha-ha, this for all the Screwheads nigga +Who been jamming Screw nigga, since the grey tapes nigga, ya know +We gon put it down for my nigga DJ Screw +These niggas mad and shit +Cause he gave me the plack for the Freestyle King +But nigga I'm selling, knowI'msayin +We doing it how it go, my nigga D. Diggs nigga +Nigga we gon fuck the whole world up +If it's too fast, I can screw that +Lil Flip, Sucka Free Records, my cousin Shasta nigga +That's how it go nigga, Screwed Up Click forever +For real, I'm a Screwhead nigga, uh +3 N' Tha Mornin, what +Dirty Southside, Houston Texas, what +DJ Screw, nigga R.I.P +And I'm out + + +The Souf(*talking*) +Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggas stealing our shit mayn +D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades +Having the big chains, the diamonds in our grill +I mean, how much can you steal from a nigga mayn +God damn mayn, I'm a Southside nigga till I die nigga +Niggas trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga +You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga + +[Hook: Big Shasta] +What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth +Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house +What you know about the South, steady gripping that grain +Nigga sipping that drank, getting that money mayn +What you know about the South, get on it +If it's money to be made, then I want it +A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it +A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it + +[Lil' Flip] +You ain't know, I could spit it like this +I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit +Five hundred ki's, is equivalent to me +I break down the beat, like I break down my weed +I skate down my street, with my K by my feet +To make it in my hood, you gotta pay off police +I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish +One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps +Don't run up on me, I wish you would +You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood +From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge +We got it locked nigga, you can ask Whoo Kid +Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray +I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay +Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me +I'm the real deal, nigga you a carby copy + +[Hook] + +[C-Note] +What you know about it, even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out +The Dirty South got it locked, cause some'ing glow about it +I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it +What you know about it +I'm from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels +The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills +Be po'ing up that drank, and we po'ing up the paint +And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think +Blowing shit that niggas can't, but niggas still try to copy +I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggas just sloppy +Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em +Till they found out your new shit, sound like my old albums +Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew +You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw +But nigga y'all can't do, what the fuck my niggas do +So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue + +[Hook] + +[D-Red] +It's going down nigga, spray a few rounds nigga +You a clow nigga, D-Red a O.G. nigga +Yeah I know you heard about me, ask around town but your game was sloppy +Ery'body that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany +I'm a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy +Still thoed digging though what you know, and you know yeah I'm real with the gansta boy +Just spot up at the club, me and my niggas is showing love +Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up +Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do' +Clover Geez gon wreck the show, then after the show we taking all the hoes +Jumping down in the big whips, with big ships with extra clips +Niggas only hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip +To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy +Keep up boy you too slow boy, in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy +We making cash brah, we make it last brah +Clover Geez/Botany Boys, Screwed Up Click brah + +[Hook] + + +On Point[Hook 1] - Lil' Flip (Big James) +You on point James (I'm on point Flip) +You act bad James (I act bad Flip) +You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills) +Then lets put our brains together and make some meals + +(Lil' James) +I got skills like a coal mine lined up with a drill +Keep the crowd on their feet like Vince Carter wind mills +I'm from the heart of the streets it ain't no harder than me +You better throw in a towel you can't flow harder than me +If ain't sparkin up sweets I'm bogarting the beat +Then I'm in studios spittin flows dodging the heat +Game as hard as a creep mind harder to piece +It's so throwed you gon need tinted goggles to see +It's iced out +You think you can hang like Wayne its lights out +You think you can hang with Big James you might drop +You think you can grip with Lil' Flip you might ship +So don't slip we knocking tight like vice grip + +[Hook 2] - Lil' James (Lil' Flip) +You on point Flip (I'm on point James) +You act bad Flip (I act bad James) +You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills) +Well lets put our brains together and make some meals + +(Lil' Flip) +You know I got skills like Kevin Garnett +In my garage I got eleven Corvettes +I'm Lil' Flip and I'm the freestyle king +And I like to act bad did you peep my ring +And the heat I bring burn like acid +So step back cause I burn through plastic +I'm the hardest down south and niggas hate that +You claim you makin' cash you ain't drop a tape yet +I'm a CEO you know what that mean +Don't nobody touch my green +Some niggas can't rap some niggas can't flow +But guess what Lil' Flip can do both + +[Hook 2] + +[Lil' Flip] +Well I'm a mic wrecker +A Lamborghini price checker +Rolex, baguettes, 30 pointer ice bezel + +(Lil' James) +I'm a freestyle ace +Shining all in your face +The same gator on my shoes wrapped around my waist + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm a track ripper +A black dob hat tipper +I step out at the Grammy's wearing black slippers + +(Lil' James) +I'm a bin bibber +Orange juice and gin sipper +On this track I went first the hook and then Flipper + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm a song writer +And I carry my own title +I copyright all of shit +So nigga don't bite her + +(Lil' James) +I'm a fast flower +True naked ass shower +Endo optimal hydro hash blower + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm a big shot +I'm the king of Hip Hop +And when I freestyle I leave you with your lips locked + +(Lil' James) +I'm a mud puppy +Codeine cup guppy +I eat fish, shrimp, french fries with hush puppies + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm in a Pathfinder +I'm autograph signer +And I'm gon be rich until I'm a flat liner + +(Lil' James) +I'm a young thug ready +Nineteens on my Chevy +Breaking hoes like Eddie +More blades than Freddie + +[Lil' Flip] +Now I'm a superstar +I know you heard of a star +We the ones that be driving them convertible cars + +(Lil' James) +I'm a Sunny Side nigga out of Check-A-Ho Texas +I stay money wide nigga like a chief executive + +[Hook 1] + +[Hook 2] + + +Screwed Up Click(*talking*) +Ah shit, you now listening to the Screwed Up Click +Let's go... + +[Hook - 2x] +We the Screwed Up Click, we the Screwed Up Click +I hear ya running your mouth, but we the Screwed Up Click +We the Screwed Up Click, we the Screwed Up Click +You ain't the King of the South, but we the Screwed Up Click + +[C-Note] +We the Screwed Up Click, coming out the South +You niggas talking shit, niggas better shut they mouth +I be in the booth, coming bulletproof +Niggas talking that shit, then I knock the diamond out your tooth +Raising out the roof, nigga feeling real good +Rolling through the fucking hood, diamonds up against the wood +I get it all day, everyday dropping off +Picking up herb, every rhyme that I fucking say +Niggas know I'm C-Note, from that Clover +Smoking doja and a nigga like me, will knock it off the shoulder + +[Point Blank] +I don't know why you hand me the mic, you know I ain't got shit good to say +But some real live shit, niggas scared to say +A Screwed Up Click original, from uno +On the first Screw tape to hit the market nigga, you know +I been riding for Screw, when he was living bitch +And I'ma be riding for Screw, until I'm with him bitch +SPC the first click, WK +S.U.C. nigga, forever and a motherfucking day +You better recognize, the real when you see one +The day you play me like a hoe, and that's the day I be one +C-L-O-V-E-R, G +(now Blank, pass the weed) + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm doing a buck fifty, y'all niggas can't buck with me +Plus I keep the baddest hoes, in the truck with me +I'm repping Texas, every stage I stand on +These other rappers talk a lot of shit, but they won't last long +I know y'all mad, cause me and Ro hooking up +Check my calendar, all my shows booked up +Y'all niggas broke, you ain't heard we got real paper +Don't listen to the magazines, cause them niggas haters +I'm on top of my game, rocks on top of my chain +Glocks I pop when I aim, people watch in the rain +Helicopters and planes, and I'm chopping my caine +You ain't stocking a thang, that's cause I'm rich bitch +Nigga we dress fly, everyday we stay high +Niggas be in a fo', we riding in a five +I got that Maybach Excursion, and a grey Lac +One shot to your head, now bitch nigga take that + +[Will-Lean] +The Southside go-getters for cheddar, we blast Barettas +S.U.C, organized like Goodfellas +Will-Lean yeah, homie Screw gave me that name +Welcome back Clover hanging, Flip gave me that chain nigga +Clover Geez, with me using the name +Cause when I cock back and aim, slugs abusing your brain +Homie uh, cause I'm coming with this calico +Busting out my Caddy do', knocking down your daddy do' +Screwed Up Click nigga, we too thick +By all means necessary, we gon get rich bitch +So now you know, ain't no fucking with us +Cause in God we trust, but in Glocks we bust biotch + +[Z-Ro] +Asshole By Nature, Z-Ro the Crooked +I ain't never been took, nigga look at my books +I do my thang, I swang and bang +Got a pocket full of change, and a piece and a chain +On my neck, I demand respect +I might cash a check, I might ride in a jet +I might ride a plane, I might ride a train +Garunteed anywhere I ride, I blow Mary Jane +To relax my mind, I pack my nine +Nigga run up on Ro, and I'll shut ya down +Shoot shit up and shut shit down, that's how it go though +Catch Z-Ro flipping, in a cream tinted fo' do' +Flipping with the Tow Down, flipping with the Dub-G +Nigga fuck the police, I know they don't love me +And I don't love em either, so nigga fuck the FED +All day, I break my back to make my bread +And once I make my bread, you can't take my bread +Try to take my bread, bitch I'ma break yo head +That's my direct connect +Nigga Trae where you at, with the throw-away gat +We gon lay em on they back, like that and like this +I got VS-1 ice, on my wirst bitch +In my mouth too, in my ha-choo +Millions in my vault fool, R.I.P. to Screw-U + + +Block Money(*Talking*) +This for the block, there's no place like show business +Hell naw nigga, I'm serious +I'm honored, I'm back +Take this muh'fucken rap money +And bring it back to the block nigga +Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money +That drank money, you gettin it +You know, I'm just worried about me now +Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas +Hey, now let's get it + +[Chorus] +After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block +And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block +Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it +Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it + +[Verse 1] +Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back +With three million in cash, potna count that +If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that +And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack +The black car get used fo' times a day +My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight +Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy +800 grand, and now you think you rich boy +You better step it up, my paper been straight +And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae +I paid for her car, I paid for her books +Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook +I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed +I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane +He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers +This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2] +Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap +Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that +A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man +Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand +Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang +And besides music, you know what I slang +And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up +And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up? +I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet +And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it +I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow +I make G's with my words cause it earn dough +Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil' +And then be forced to take a break for two years +But the block got love for the God +So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed + +[Chorus] + +For the block niggas + + +Game Over (Flip)(Intro) +Fury +Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh + +(Chorus: repeat 4x) +Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip + +(Verse One) +Ah shit, y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch +I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich +(But you don't hear me) +My crib big like a football field (football field) +You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal +(But you don't hear me) +I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah) +I take half a minute to load my gat +(But you don't hear me) +I make 'em bounce all across the globe +I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes +(But you don't hear me) +A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket) +Every eight months is when I usually drop it +(But you don't hear me) +I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock +You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa + +(Chorus) + +(Verse Two) +Look, I'm a Cristal nigga and you a red-winer +You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner +(But you don't hear me) +I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top +You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props +(But you don't hear me) +I'm connected like Dub and Mack 10 with ice cubes in my watch +And dubs on the black Benz +(But you don't hear me) +I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work +It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go berserk +(But you don't hear me) +I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam +Most of y'all cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man +(But you don't hear me) +I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again +It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it again + +(Chorus) +The game over, 'cause shit about to change over +It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over +(But you don't hear me) +If most producers want to charge too much +But around my way that's how you get fucked up +(But you don't hear me) +You might think we all beats and rhymes +But way before this rap shit, nigga, the streets was mine +(But you don't hear me) +I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit +That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit + +(Chorus) + + +I Gotta Get Paid[Chorus: Lil' Flip] +Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky +I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die +I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low +All I need, is more money more + +[Hook: Lil' Flip] +Cuz, I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid +I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money +I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid +I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money, man + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +I get that paper for shizzle, I'm breakin' bread with my niggas +I ride around with them triggas, I clap back nigga +I shoot that uzi like hoops, I ride around in them Coupe's +Got alligator on boots, my pockets fat nigga +We overseas with the Wu, we blowin' trees with our crew +All my clothes brand new, you gotta love it man +I'm on top of my game, rocks on top of my chain +Catchin' planes to Spain, nigga, you know I'm thuggin', man +We pushin' whips you can't buy, 24 hours we high +I believe I can fly, I'm fucked up, dog +I smoke that shit you can't get, we spit that shit you can't spit +Fifteen tracks, no skits, so fuck all y'all + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip] +Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky +I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die +I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low +All I need, is more money more + +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Shorties bouncin', forty ounces, Lex gon' kill up all the bouncers +Round my shit, gon' fall up out you +Raw that nigga, bring horror up out you +Thought about you, blow that forty and call the cops too +I'ma be out by four and route you +Pussy ass nigga, bring horror up out you, valor the couch, too +I'm amazin', when they pass the gauge in +Sky blue Phantom with beige in +Stop changin' it, ride it for a month +Then come up, make my change in it +Not done, the best, to get it, Uncle, let's get it +What's really real if Lex can't get it? +Shaolin whip big techs again +Fuck around and caught me a Mexican bitch + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip] +Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky +I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die +I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low +All I need, is more money more + +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +I blow your face off, cake off, then buy an acre, stayed off +My mustache like Adolf, don't let me pull my cape off +It's Superman lover, fuck it, no other +We just a group of bad brothers, y'all pussy, now check it +Rap De Niro, crazy Shapiro, pushin' through customs +Back from Europe, and we changin' our Euro's for money +The Wallabees gummy, with so much paper I'm dead +Call me a cheese dummy, and we dip our leaves in honey +Awwwww, you wanna see the hammer? +Awwwww, you wanna hit the canvas? +I will not waste my time on frontin' ass +Niggas, that do not exist + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip] +Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky +I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die +I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low +All I need, is more money more + +[Hook: Lil' Flip] +Cuz, I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid +I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money +I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid +I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money, man + + +Bounce With Me[Hook] +Now it don't matter where you from, its where you at +Everybody come and bounce with me, come on and bounce with me +And if these hoes wanna roll let em know, it don't matter +They can bounce with me, come on and bounce with me +Tell them niggas get off the wall get a broad, all of y'all +Need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me +Come on and throw your sets up, represent +Everybody need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me + +[Lil' Flip] +Look I came to get it crunk, so nigga throw your hood up + +[Yung Redd] +Like when your car running hot, nigga throw your hood up + +[Lil' Flip] +Cause we some trill ass niggas, with a whole lotta game + +[Yung Redd] +Now that I got a little change, I ain't pimping the same + +[Lil' Flip] +And y'all know, I ride with my heater + +[Yung Redd] +We keep maxing hoes out, like Visa + +[Lil' Flip] +We keep driving, them Bentley two seaters + +[Yung Redd] +Yung Redd and Lil' Flip, off the meters + +[Lil' Flip] +So bounce with a nigga, blow a ounce with a nigga + +[Yung Redd] +And ball out spend something, come and floss with a nigga + +[Lil' Flip] +Cause that's all we know how to do + +[Yung Redd] +Yeah see we some hustlas, what about you + +[Hook] + +[Yung Redd] +I'm jumping out Air Force 1's, straps and loot +So believe it when you see it, dog we got proof +That's when I slide out the Coupe, raising the roof +I want you and you, girl do what you do +And when the syrup in my system, ain't no telling +Will I get em or diss em, that's what they be yelling +I'm a pimp by blood, Yung Redd young thug +Whatever you wanna call it, just show me some love +Girls bouncing and catching the wall, that ain't all +To-night's the night, I feel like catching em all +Y'all throw your elbows, till your arms fall off +Till the club start sweating, and people get hauled off +It don't matter where you from, its where you at (where you at) +And remember all girls throw it back, you caught that +See me and my partnas, want you and your friends +When its over no problem, we can do it again + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip] +Now I'm bouncing in the club, with my niggas you know that +But I can't get in the do', women pulling my throwback +And the bouncers steady hating, and telling me go back +But when he found out who I was, now he want a Kodak +Say cheese, cause me and my niggas we flipping ki's +You going gold over here, we going platinum overseas +So bounce when you see me, on the stage trying to rock it +Bounce, when you see me cock it back then I pop it +Now bounce when I hit switches, on my drop +Now bounce when I sell out of rocks, on my block +Then its back to the lab, cause I'm a work-a-holic +Every car I drive, gotta have hydrolics +So I can lean to the left, and lean to the right +And later on tonight, I gotta catch another flight +So take this napkin, and write your number down +And next time I come in town, we can drive the Hummer around + +[Hook] + + +Haters Still Mad(talking) +Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad +Sing the hook Big T + +(Hook: Big T) +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad + +[Lil' Flip] +You might see me in the Benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo +It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window +I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2 +I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw +But I'ma hold it down like it's no cigo', take this Screw shit coast to coast +I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C X-P eighty rolling +My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs +E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match +Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam +Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long +Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows +I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know +Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars +Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars +But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy +I sold a hundred thousand, now I see why niggas can't stand me + +(Hook) +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Swisha House acting bad +Why y'all hating the way y'all do +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad + +[Lil' Flip] +All these cars I got to flip one, all these bricks I got to whip one +All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh +Chain and charm with two my ice, project corner with too much weight +Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life +Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice +Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price +Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make you chill +Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill + +[Lil' Ron] +Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a saw-mill +Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill +How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup +It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up +Lil' Ron make you hold up, while I take a trip with Lil' Flip +Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff +Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad +I'm a Rosewood thug that, keep my pants sagging + +(Hook) +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Swisha House acting bad +Why y'all hating the way y'all do +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad + + +Candy On Chrome[Verse 1: Big T] +I been really trryyiinn' baaabbyy +Tryin' to come down da slab for sooo looonngg yeah +And if you feel like T feel baby +Want cha come on OOH! +Come on WOO! + +[Chorus: Big T] +Candy on chrome OOOW! +Candy, candy on chrome +Slabbed out baby +Candy on chrrroooommmeee +Swingas! +Candy on chrroommee +WOOHOOHOO! + +[Verse 2: Big T] +We're all in-house playas wit' soooo much to gain +And it ain't no thang: woooo) +But since we got to be here, let's swang +Cuz' I love it, thereeeee's nothin' wrooong +With T comin' thrroouugghh, baby not at aaaalllll +Heeey, droppin' my slab with me and you can never go wrong +Cuz' my slab is true, ooh baby +I SAY WOO HOO HOO! +Don't you know how sweet and wonderful chasin' can beeeeee +WOO HOOOOOOOOO! +Riiide watchin' streets baby and poppin' trunk wit' meeee +I SAY WOO WOO, I SAY WOOO! +I ain't gonna wooorryy cuz' I'm lookin' gooooddd +Like a playa shhoouulldd gurl +I said come on come on come on come on come on baby +Let's floss through the hoooooddd +OOOOHHH! + +[Chorus: Big T] +I'm ridin' candy on chrome +HHHOOOOOOOE! +Candy on chrome +You know what I'm talkin' aboooout true drop baby +HEEY HEEEEY! +And let the slabs come OUT! +If yoouuu believe in slabs let's get it ooonnn +WHOOOAA! +Ridin' on chrome baby, this man is hard yeah +I'm ridin' on candy chrome: EEEEEEEE!) +Just candy chrome, HOOW HHOOOWWW! + +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +Hey, Southside G's ride nuthin' but reeeed +You can ask Bevis I get nuthin' but heeaadd +I drink so much I sleep wit' my cup in da beeedd +All I gotta do is pop trunk to turn the heeaad +I'm on 84's and I'm actin' baaadd +My paint job look like a maxi ppaaaddd +They call me Lil' Flip mayne I thought you knneeww +I'm the first one to freestyle 10 minutes on scrreewww +Me and Big T in da Escalaaddeee +Like Lil' Troy it's a better wwaaayy +I ride on chrome each and every daaayy +Every song I get I'm gettin radio plaayeedd +I'm only 18, but my candy DRIP +If you got cavaties don't like ya LIPS +And the freestyle king is my NICK NAME +I let my bumper kit HANG, while I grip GRAIN + +[Verse 4: Big T] +I said come on come on come on come on come on DARLIN' +Let's floss through the hooooooodddd +OOOHH OOHHH! + +[Chorus: Big T] +CANDY ON CHROME +I'm ridin' on candy to chrome baby +Yes I do baby I got to ride on chrome +CANDY ON CHROME +You don't have to worry cuz' I'm on da phooooone +CANDY ON CHHRRROOOMMMEEE +Cuz' if the 3's move ya' the phones will groove ya' +CANDY ON CHRROOMMEE +Woo and let da top on doowwnnn HO HOOOOEEE! +Get it on, on chrome baby +I said baby can you feel me +Cuz' dem choppas be lookin' like +HO HOOOEEE! +Oh baby baby can you feeeelll meee +Ohh yeah cuz dem choppas be lookin' like +HO HOOOOEEEE! + + +Put Yo Fist Up(talking) +Got to do something for the playas +If you ain't a real playa, you'll have to +Go to the back of the club +This for the playas and the ballas (ballas) +And the pimps, for everybody (Southside) +Who rocking lots of ice, teeth shine +Piece shine, pull up looking clean +On two 20's nigga + +(Chorus) +Put your fist up +If you wearing a rolex put your wrist up +Grab your styrofoam cups of drink mixed up +If your car broke down get it fixed up +Playas put your fist up, let your piece shine +If you got diamonds in your grill let your teeth shine +And when we at the club we be creased down +You ain't never seen no playa like me huh +Don't ball with Sucka Free huh + +[SPM] +I just put some new rugs in my two story club +Hoes getting dug in my king size tub +Boys getting drugged, trying to act like a thug +No fucking love while I sip purple mud +I fly like a dove, smoke like a champ +Never run from no one cause I might catch a cramp +Smoking damp, fucking on a old school tramp +Ten dollar rock for a twenty food stamp +My name is Carlos holla fuck these hoes +Life is like ballet stay on your toes +My dream is to keep the world up all night +Cause I got enough caine to have a snowball fight +I floss gators, got cribs with elevators +So much cash I bought a pool for my neighbors +Dopehouse and Sucka Free, run your ass up a tree +Fuck with me, and you'll be keeping dad company + +(Chorus) + +[Lil' Flip] +When I walk into the club people say (where he go) +But when I open up my mouth they be like (there he go) + +[Redd] +When Redd sliding through the club I'm throwing my elbows +Any girl I snag, she sticking like velcrow + +[Lil' Flip] +And when I take my watch off, they say (who cut the lights off) +And I can freestyle all night until they cut the mics off + +[Redd] +As soon as I touch the stage, broads ain't paging they man +Instead they spilling liquor, waving they hands + +[Lil' Flip] +Well I'm a valet parker and a endo sparker +So many waves in my hair I got to wear swimming goggles + +[Redd] +Now we ready to buy the bar tossing shit the counter +People notice my name and run over the ? + +[Lil' Flip] +Now when you see me in the club I'm dressed top of the line +I'm mixing up codeine and popping bottles of wine + +[Redd] +I met a chickenhead from Michigan showing her tattoo +Hit it off at the bar too let's scram so we could car pool + +(Chorus) + +[Lil' Flip] +Hey, this for my Blacks, Asians, Chinese and Caucasians +Muslims, Irish and even Jamaicans +Hispanics, Indians, throw your sets up +And all the fine women, raise your dress up +Hold up your piece if you got ice in it +And put your white cups up if you got pink sprite in it +You might see me at the bar but I don't drink that much +I just bought an Escallade and I'm gone paint that truck +I got three million in the bank, but it ain't that much +Now when I look at magazines I say ain't that us +I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob +I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob +Fans screaming Lil' Flip at the front of the club +My nigga Fuzz always greet me with a blunt and a hug +When Sucka Free in the club women lose they brains +If I need ice in my cup, then I use my chain, bling bling + +(Chorus) + + +Where I’m From[Grafh talking] +Uh huh yeah look here +O-kay black kingdom stand up +My name Grafh ya'll-my nigga Lil' Flip +My nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga +Watch this, uh uh let me show you what it's where I'm from +Ya hear me....it's like this +Listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said + +[Verse 1: Grafh] +Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya-4 that crack to serve +They keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves +They clap them burners that go(raaaattt)ya heard +Now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved +The odyssey ain't gotta be my team +We tryna be the last of a dyin grave, we blast if you tryna play +Then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read +You fall like the spot behind ya knees +You get sufforcated when you tryin to breathe +I dare you to try to sneeze lil'nigga-please lil'nigga +My snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese +Tryna keep dope and his rice and beans +I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me +I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky +I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds motherfucker I'm a hustler +(go get a dutch bruh) + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh] +Where I'm from niggas down to ride or die +Niggas don't get high off ya own supply +Where I'm from niggas pack Glocks and guns +We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds + +Now where I'm from niggas sell crack all day +And where I'm from niggas be buckin they mac all day +And where I'm from niggas'll hustle and pack all day +And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click +Don't play with my money-you son of a bitch! +I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine +So I put in extra work in the summertime +'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit +And don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich +So fuck that I'm all about goin and get it +And if anybody in the way they gonna get it +I'm a G I was raised by killers and thug niggas +That'll sufforcate you(hard breathing)and leave you in a tub nigga +Hub niggas for kilo's-and take they work +Play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt +I don't play, won't play, I never did +I fucked up I could've been a better kid +But now it's too late to turn back-stripes on my shirt I earned that + +[Chorus: Grafh + Lil' Flip - Repeat 2x] +Now where I'm from niggas sell crack all day +And where I'm from niggas be buckin they mac all day +And where I'm from niggas'll hustle and pack all day +And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! + +Where I'm from niggas down to ride or die +Niggas don't get high off ya own supply +Where I'm from niggas pack Glocks and guns +We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds + +[Verse 3: Gravy] +Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money +Ain't nothing funny, niggas is bummy, and hungry +Strugglin, hustlin don't mean shit where they sleep at +Tryna get off they G-pack, I'm from the (???) +Haters ain't never stop me yet +I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret +It's $5.00 a pop in the hood for some cigarettes +Where I'm from niggas'll pop up where you rest +Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest +Where I'm from niggas lose sleep and get no rest +Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest +Where I'm from niggas lose sleep and get no rest +Where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck(where I'm from) + +[Verse 4: Will-Lean] +Where I'm from I run with a pack +Of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought +Them three bricks right there they come with them rats +And if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin in laps +I'm the same young nigga pumpin that crack +I'm the same young nigga dumpin the gat +I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac +Hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back +Throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac +Motorize stash box for that +So know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat +Fuckin with the Clover nigga have you under attack + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh - Repeat 2x] +Where I'm from niggas down to ride or die +Niggas don't get high off ya own supply +Where I'm from niggas pack Glocks and guns +We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds + +Now where I'm from niggas sell crack all day +And where I'm from niggas be buckin they mac all day +And where I'm from niggas'll hustle and pack all day +And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga! + + +Green Rectanglez(*talking*) +Sucka Free, Lil' Flip, Scoopastar +Feel that, I wrote this song bout +That little green rectangle +Y'all know what I'm talking about + +[Chorus - 2x] +Money, hoes, that's all a nigga want +Before you jump in the game, learn your do's and dont's +You better change your money, don't let money change you +(Your money gone playa), so what you gon do + +[Lil' Flip] +Now you can act like you rich, and be broke as a clock +Niggas hustle in my hood, with they dope in they socks +Niggas hustle in my hood for that green rectangle +And being on top of your game, is the best angle +Cause some people get money, and don't know how to act +Some people get money, and don't know how to stack +I'm only 18, and I got a Lac and a drop +Even though I'm rich, I still eat at Jack In The Box +Some people hustle what it cooks, I'm just taking it raw +And I ain't never been in jail, I'm good at breaking the law +Yeah I'm a young b.g., but I'm bumping and grinding +You can catch me in the studio, dumping and rhyming +You can check the billboard, I'm jumping and climbing +And all you can say is Hump and him shining +You better make your money, don't let money make you +Cause when you die, where its gon take you nigga + +[Scoopastar] +I been making money, and I know how to keep it +And I don't cherish money, even though I need it +If you ain't got no money, playa you in some trouble +You better learn your do's and dont's, to make your currency level +The mo' money I collect, the mo' fatles people catch +While you out there roaching, I'll be catching platinum checks +Man this money don't make me, I make this money +I can tell you ain't never had none, cause you acting funny +Dummy, what you got today, will be gone tomorrow +I know some niggas that was gon feed us, asking me to borrow +Follow a broke nigga, and you gon be the next +I like wrecking hoes, but its salary over sex +What's next, if your partna turning back all your pennies +I wonder how them cats'll act, if somebody gave em a Bentley +I know niggas that change, when they pockets grew +But when your money gone playa, what you gon do + +[Lil' Flip] +So what you got a little money, and now you capping +Your chain really white gold, but you swear its platinum +When you was broke and your gal, use to kick you out +Who was the one that came through, and didn't stick you out +Now you running round town, yapping and talking +I was the nigga down with you, when you was rapping and walking +So what you got a little deal, being real is worth more +That's why I stay away from niggas, like a fake shirt store +Cause when cotton gets fluffy, they quick quack like a ducky +I made it in this rap game, because I'm blessed and I'm lucky +I still eat at Kentucky, I'm still wearing Air Macs +I still carry all my raps, in a black backpack +I'm still wearing tank socks, I'm still playing John Madden +I'm still wearing bandanas, with my pant leg barely sagging +Some niggas claim red, some niggas claim blue +But whatever you do, don't let money change you + +[Chorus - 2x] + +(*talking*) +Y'all don't know what green rectangles is +Y'all don't know y'all shapes +The shape of money is a rectangle, feel that +Niggas acting funny over a piece of paper +Niggas killing each other over pieces of paper +You read what you sell, so don't let money change you + + +8 Rulez[Chorus] +1 - Never let a nigga know yo business +2 - Always start what you finish +3 - Stay on yo note don't slip +4 - Be careful cause these streets are a trip +5 - Always keep a Glock in yo whip +6 - Real niggas stick to the script +7 - Don't slang crack where you stay +8 - Just don't do it okay + +[Lil' Flip] +In my hood all you see is dope fiends and dope dealers +Rats and roaches police and 4 wheelers +Metro's gun shoots piccalo +30-year-old men swingin drinkin bigalow +Stop signs but don't nobody ever stop +Theres ten groups in my hood but don't nobody drop +Plus the block is hot, and this dope game cold +Throught rain sleet or snow birds gotta get sold + +[Somebody] +Birds get sold, I stand and watch the game unfold +My thing gets low, I teach the grain get gain and blowed +Leave the scene wit no clue +(Its kinda like you snooze you loose) +If you don't fuck wit me I ain't fuckin wit you + +[Lil' Flip] +Check the game 'til you see my weapons aim +Nigga I ain't a rookie I'm a veteran mayne + +[Chorus] + +[Lil' Flip] +Hustle for yo whip, stack fo yo mill' +Buy a cookie cutter then I'm in the wind +Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase +I'm not a case catcher so I can't catch a case +Money on my mind, and how am I gonna get it +I dress like I'm broke but I'm really running the city +Bricks turn into crumbs, gallons turn into one +Narcotics distubuting using guns +Money, cash, hoes, swangin gas full +If you don't pay the bills man thats all I know +Hustlers never sleep and sleepers never hustle +I'm on the interstate with a brick in my muffler +Keep it on a low cause niggas be snitchin +They'll do anything so they won't see prison +Man you never know yo cousin can be a snitch +And a month later undercovers taking yo piss +I'm off the block, somebody better call the cops +Shippin and handlin, when I'm not feedin the family +The family don't feed me I feed the family + +[Chorus] + + +The Way We Ball (Remix)Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball) +This ain't the regular version +You know what (This is the remix y'all) +Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas +Alabama, Streetport, Louisville, Baton Rouge +Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball) + +(Chorus - 2x) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades +We Third Coast born but we all Texas paid +(This is the way we ball) + +[Lil' Flip] +Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs +But this time around, H.S.E. got my back +Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks +My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat) +Cause I can do that, you know we been balling +We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling +My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash +I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash +I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags +With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint +When she touch my car, and if she +Give head, she can't puff my 'gar +But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money +I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money +Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain +And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane + +(Chorus - 2x) + +[Lil' Ron] +Our life is great now, everyday we ball out +This purple stuff all day, until we all out +We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's +And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon +I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner +Better remember, chain froze up like it's December +Get your mind right, we playas of the decade +We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades + +[Young Redd] +This year, I'm riding blades wherever I go +We repre-sent for the South, where the music's slow +And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays +This is, grinding and getting paid +And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top +Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart +This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all +This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all + +(Chorus - 2x) + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp +And on the back of my throwback, it say Larry Bizzerd +Cause all we do is shop, all we do is drink +I'm the only one who went, to the prom in a mink +So how you love that, or do you really hate it +Or do you love the rims, on my drop top Mercedes +I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back +I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat +I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk +We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump +And if you ever come to my town, just holla +Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free, all about they dollas + +(Chorus - 2x) + + +Get Crunk[Intro- Lil' Flip] +For the ho ass niggas +This for the niggas, ho ass niggas +Look at the nigga right next to you, look at him +Is he real, is that nigga real, is that girl real +Is that girl real, huh + +[Hook 1] +He a ho, he a ho, he a ho, he a ho +If that nigga owe you money, he a ho +She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho +If that ho won't let you fuck, she a ho +He a ho, he a ho, he a ho, he a ho +If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a ho +She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho +If she don't wanna give you head, she a ho + +[Lil' Flip] +They call me Thunder Cat, cause I got so many hoes +They call me cookie man, cause I sold so many o's +Did a lot of shows, made a lot of cash +Slid out the Benz, jumped in a jag +Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in a Hummer +Guess what I drop, underground this summer +But get ready, for the shit about to hit the air +And bitch you ain't smoking endo, so I don't care + +[Hook] + +[Lil Ron] +Say Flip, look at all these hoes +Some are girls, but its niggas also +I'm tired of getting attention, when walking in places +Niggas is hating, I'm fin to hurt they faces +Change the paces, winning the races +Money I'm making, cookies a nigga baking +Feeling my status, above average +Lil Ron be ready for all that static + +[Lil' Flip] +We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin' +Nigga we still hustlin', all the hoes still loving +The way that we flowing, the cars that we driving +The way that we hustle, that's the way we surviving +Going to shows, going to clubs +Riding on Blaze, riding on Dubs +We from the south, we country as hell +Y'all smoking that brown weed, we got that funky smell +The dro and the do-do, the blueberry endo +Riding on low-lows (Flip there go the po-pos) + +Step out, let me see your license +And your insurance (nah, cause) + +[Hook 2] +You a ho, you a ho, you a ho, you a ho +If the laws pull you over, he a ho +She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho +If she want child support, she a ho +He a ho, he a ho, he a ho, he a ho +If he fucked up your car, he a ho +She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho +If she tear up your Bentley she a ho + +[Redd] +I ain't never been the type, to be in love with a ho +Instead I'm trying to leave, out the club with a ho +A basket case, I spit in a bastard's face +Walk in, crash the party, and trash the place +Fuck it I tried to tell em, some niggas wouldn't like it +Too bad, you should of seen it coming like a psychic +Then its, back to the Benz that's sitting on chrome men +Waving at the hoes, yelling aiight then + +[Hook 1] + +[David Banner] +Ki's from over seas, for me that's just some cain +30 g's and robbing lanes, that's just some change +Bows from them hoes, you know, that's just them thangs +Listen to my pimp game, listen to my pimp game +Yeah fuck em, my nuts let em suck em and let em go +Mississippi, p-p-p-pimping, mayne fa sho +Coming down, gripping grain up on the do' +On the flo man you slow, and not knowing that she's a ho +You give her all your feelings, she giving me all your do' +I'm shopping all day, for Polo and hydro +Weed greed man, her pussy is what you need +I'll fuck her in the puss, she giving you all them seeds + +[Lil' Flip] +All my down south niggas get crunk (get crunk) +And all my eastcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk) +All the westcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk) +All the up North niggas get crunk (get crunk) +All the midwest niggas get crunk (get crunk) +All the K.C. niggas get crunk (get crunk) +All the H-Town niggas get crunk (get crunk) +All the Pensacola niggas get crunk (get crunk) + +[Redd] +Whenever you see a ho, point em out (point em out) +Whenever you see a ho, point em out (point em out) +Even if you know a ho, point em out (point em out) +Whenever you see a ho, point em out (point em out) + +[David Banner] +All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk) +All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk) +All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk) + +(*talking*) +That's all I know my nigga, nah for real though +Baton Rouge, you know I'm talkin bout +Oklahoma coming down and L.A + + +Bounce[Lil' Flip] +Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know +Jump in the chevy and bounce +Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track + +[Chorus 2X: Lil' Flip] +Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce) +Bounce for yo hood and throw it up +Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from) + +Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce) +It's goin down, throw it up +Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from) + +[Lil' Flip] +Now where you from? +Homey Im from the southside (southside) +And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide) +You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique +Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga) +One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs +If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub +You gotta step it up, I got a special cup +I get my shine on +But no these ain't no rimestones +I got my clothing line +I got my liquor coming +And if you on a verse each part 1500 +Nigga you do the math +I never use a cab +I'm from the dirrty, I rock custom jerseys + +[Chorus] + +[Lil' Flip] +I pack a k nigga (k nigga) +I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga) +I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggas +Them niggas bump screw, and they will jump you +They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo +And we ready nigga so bring it on ho +I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe +One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas +I made a lot of yall careers and and yall ain't tell me thank ya +But Im a grown man, I hold my own man +Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike +Half the time I don't write +I just grab an ounce +Tell play to fresh record +And watch these niggas bounce + +[Chorus] + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8 +Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay +In VA, Norfolk to be exact +I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack +My niggas got my back +Yo niggas quick to run +And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta) +One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes +I went from gold, white to plat +Back to rosegold + +[Chorus] + + +Sorry Lil’ Mama[Chorus: Z-Ro] +Sorry lil'mama I gotta go +Not tryna hit and run ya, but I got another show +It's already check out time-plus my plane leaves at fo' +Give me them digits and a later date I'll fuck with you some mo' +Mean while rollin on chrome, every lil'mama I run into wanna take me home +Tryna give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone +So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam +I'm just tryna get some dome + +[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] +YEA Now if you rollin with me come now +I'm a gangsta I'll never put my gun down +I can't drive girl cause I'm high +I see ya belly ring, plus you gotta butterfly +Twenty eights when I roll out +Ten clear coats on my gold drop +What's yo name, where you from girl +Gotta presidental suite, you can come girl +I got Cris'by the case load +What the hell ya baby daddy in my face fo' +Now I'm reachin for my waist so +We got chicks in every state, WOAH + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2 - Kidd Kidd] +HUH the whip paid fo', she starin at my watch +I'm like what you in my face fo'(uhh) +She heard of rider gang, she wanna ride a gangsta +Ride with a gangsta, I'm a type of gangsta +It ain't bout the fame she just diggin my nature +It ain't bout the change, she said want the paper +I'm feelin ya style and ya classy ways +I want my child in ya stomach but not havin my baby +Anyway I'm a one night stand man +And after this night I'm a dump you like a trash can +Like I set you on fire I can put you out +I was ya gas can and I can be ya water spout + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3 - Z-Ro] +YEA I gotta Sprint, and a T Mobile, and a Nextel phone +And all three of 'em ringin, from bad ass bitches that wanna bone +Take one or two calls, take one to the telly, and take one home +Cuttin corners barely missin the curb-tryin not to break her bone +I'm sittin on top of eighty-threes, and fresh ass meat +A nigga tryed to jack me for 'em so I opened up his chest last week +I'm rude as a mothafucker but I get nice when I recieve head +Might fall off for a minute but I get back right when I recieve bread +Talk up on somethin short and thick-go straight to the bed with it +But on the low low, cause someones always watchin like a fed visit +Crucify the coochie then cut a couple of corners +Cruisin with me in the Bentley soon as I borrow ya... + +[Chorus] + + +Ghetto Mindstate[Talking - Lyfe Singing Over Flip talking] +WOOOO...new shit, Lil' Flip and Lyfe +(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe +(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe +(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-Yea + +[Hook - Lyfe] +I just can't go, I just can't stay +I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away +I just can't go, I just can't stay +I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away + +[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] +Ay at fifteen I was makin moves +Drinkin beer-shootin dice at school(Yea) +When most niggas had a nine to five shiiit(fuck that shit) +On the block we makin nine to five grand +Each day, yeah we got cheap yay +My niggas on lock they call me on three way(hello) +The hood hot like a crock pot +Dope fiends cuttin yards for a twenty piece of crack rock +Around my way ain't nobody watchin Matlock +We tryna hot wire cars, and break pad locks +Turn soft to hard drop it in Gladlock's +And drive flashy cars and get mad props and still I want change +Last week they caught my partner with a block of caine +And can't no amount of money stop the pain +They gave him 83 years his mama went insane (Damn) + +[Hook] + +[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] +Comin up with no father figure +I guess that made me a harder nigga(why) +Cause I don't like to ask for shit +When I came in the game with a half a brick(yes) +But I ain't telling little kids to go that route +But it's on TV everyday like they don't know that route +And little girls bein fast, bein grown tryna flirt +Leavin home wearin pants, then change into a skirt +I live in the ghetto, I stay in the ghetto +Run up wrong I'm sprayin that metal +Cause ain't shit sweet around my way +All I know is one thing, how to get paid +With Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit +This motivational music I know you feelin this +Ay and I was raised in the church +But where I'm from you gotta move that work + +[Hook] + +[Flip] +Why everybody tryna bring me down +Because of me they respect H-Town +Look I was here when y'all wasn't around +The first week you did aight but then that shit went down + +Why everybody tryna bring me down +Because of me they respect H-Town +Look I was here when y'all wasn't around +The first week you did aight but then that shit went down + +[Lyfe] +They tell you, you was born to die +Yo'mama she was born to cry +Yo'woman she was born to lie +Hold you down so you can't feel life +I tell you that it's all a lie +Young nigga you just gotta try +Keep your eyes up on the sky +Don't let ya dreams pass you by...cause somebody said + + +Fly Boy[Lil' Flip] +Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin') +Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?) +Them yellow diamonds (oh these?) +They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?) +Them treated diamonds playa, haha +I'm baaacckk + +[Hook] +I'm a fly boy +I'm a I'm a fly boy +I'm a fly boy +I'm a I'm a fly boy +I'm a fly boy +I'm a I'm a fly boy +Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye) + +[Verse 1] +You see my paint (you see my paint) +Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip) +On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip +I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades) +I got my game tight (I got my game tight) +I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha) +Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS) +So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it) +Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops) +Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top) +'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace) +Who flyer than me? (you?) +Who higher than me? (stop) +I'm gettin' head like Shawna ??? +I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope) +Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause + +[Hook] 2x + +[Verse 2] +When I pull up all them hoes be +Tryin' to leave the club +Will they smoke some bud wit us? +Good girls like thug niggas +Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me +Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?) +I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb +Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah) +Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee) +And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha) +Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke +All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah) +I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!) +I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause + +[Hook] (2x) + +[Verse 3] +Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy +Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy +Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy +Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha +I slow the car down and speed it up +Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha +So don't be playin' wit a G shawty +Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty +They always talk about the kid in the street shawty +The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it +Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys +Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody + +[Hook] + + +Starched And CleanedLet's do it! + +[Hook] (4x) +Starched and cleaned +Poppin' out lookin' good +I still represent the same... neighborhood + +[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] +Aye... the whole world like "Flip where the fuck you been?" +On vacation, ridin' in my Maybach Benz (yeaahh) +I'm swangin' left and right like I ain't got no license +The nine on my hip I call it "Iron" Mike Tyson +And you already know what we mix our Sprites in (sizzurp) +Yellow gold that's where we dip our ice in (bling!) +Your hoes that's where we stick our pipes in +Homie I'm freeestylin', I'm not writin' +Man I be reppin' Texas way harder than y'all (harder than y'all) +I'm a millionaire dawg, I'm way smarter than y'all (smart than y'all) +I got 15 pieces, cars with no leases +A DJ Screw shirt in the v-suits with cream, you know I'm + +[Hook] (4x) + +[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] +Big Pokey, he from Yellow Stone +I be rollin' hella chrome +Clover watch with yellow stones (I'm shinin'!) +Cook the work then get it gone +Break it down to all zones and don't be talkin' on your phone (hello... cause we grindin'!) +See I be gettin' cash now, my 84's glass now +Ya be ridin' on 3's, you ain't like them Clover G's +I got a ticket at the light cause my rims ain't stop (stop!) +And I hope he don't smell all this smoke comin' out +You know the Clover G's first, then Sqad-Up next (next) +So all my enemies you better guard ya chest (yep!) +Cause everyday I'm fly now, yeah my paper high now +And I represent the Screwed Up Click until I die ha! + +[Hook] (4x) + +[Verse 3 - Big Pokey] +I'm a H-Town nigga (Tex) +Stay down nigga +Parkin' out at the club, at the playground nigga (aye) +I don't lay down nigga (why?) +I lay niggas down (how many?) +I rock Sean John lining, and I don't play around +I push mo' teeth than the motiff +I get my grind on homie +Everything starched down, like I gotta get my eye on (pop my collar) +And I still represent the same neighborhood (what's that?) +Yellow Stone with my yellow stones against the wood (aye) +I'm a hood nigga, tight white, white ones +Bad bitches get head pinned +I'mma go pull out the right ones +I shine like diamonds, swangin' wide with the roof back +Cushion the amp with the roof cracked +Dawg is hot, I'mma loot that + +[Verse 4 - Lil' Keke] +Ayyyyeee.... +I'm poppin' out and lookin 'good fresh out that wood grain +Recline the buck and hold the cup befo' I switch lane +I'm in that brain stain, where seven disc change +It's in the wind, but spinnin' rims when the speed gain (gain) +Oh yeah this Ke man, plus I stay starched and cleaned +I'm poppin' doors and pullin' hoes befo' I flee the scene +They catch us steppin' out with foreign doors and plenty slab +It's Don Ke and young Flippa, niggas do the math +The doors suicide (cide), the brains blowin' out (blowin' out) +It's chrome strutzin', buttergutcha, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? +It's S.U.C., Screwston, Texas so we slowed down +You sip you drank and get you bank, this is H-Town + +[Hook] (5x) + + +Art of War[Hook - 2x] +You know my niggas riding, I hope you niggas hiding +You know my niggas riding, I hope you niggas hiding +You know my niggas riding, I hope you niggas hiding +Cause it's the art of war, when our crews colliding + +[Lil' Flip] +You see the pain in my eyes, bitch I ain't never scared +Lighting a flame, I'm smoking my Jane anywhere +A lot of niggas, trying to go against Gangus Khan +Ever since March 27th, I ain't forgetting to bring my gun +I took one, and I ain't trying to take no mo' +So befo' you get at me, I'ma get you hoe +I keep a lot of do', I'm living like the Godfather +And I just bought three karats, for my god-daughter +Christian D'ore for my chicks, this rapping shit made me rich +I smell like Kurt when I pitch, nigga you get it homie +I be in Orange Mound, drinking yellow drank nigga +I might be with Quetpuff, and green dank nigga +You know we getting chedda, like them Get It Boyz +Any rapper step to me, he will get destroyed +Cause, I'm the Marvin Gaye of my time +And if you so hot, why your video ain't retired bitch + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Lil' Flip] +Me and Z-Ro the Kings, you better do your math +And this shit I'm spitting bitch, I ain't use a pad +I might bruise you bad, just to move your ass +Come down to Texas, and I bet the crowd boo your ass +Atlantic got you gassed nigga, you ain't hotter than Twista +Jail don't make you a gangsta, and neither do a pistol +Hood beef is hood beef, we 'spose to keep it in the hood +This nigga ain't from Houston Texas, why y'all make him look good +I can tell he ain't real, cause when the cameras come on +He gotta put his grill in, and pat his make-up on +Huh no homos we got 4-4's, fo' Hummers sitting on Mo-Mo's +In the lab, me and Tow Down stay blowing dro +We ride around in them drops, sixteen switches it hop +Now stop, I know you looking at my watch whoo +Now it's time for me, to end this verse +Because I'm tired nigga, since I'm the boss than you fired nigga + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Z-Ro] +Y'all know my niggas riding +On the frontline none of my niggas hiding +Gliding on 22 inches when I'm riding +Custom made jewelry from Johnny got me blinding +Hold up my nigga you don't wanna run up +That's when the Mo City militia hold they guns up +Fuck around and stab a nigga like my name Young Buck +Yeah I know you cats think to figga wanna fuck up +See me running round on my big ass rims +Black top blue jeans and black and brown Tim's +Cream as the seas big guns under them +Ridgemont hardheads y'all don't want none of them +And not a boss nigga in my hood can't leave +Fuck around and make it when a sucker can't breathe +Ridgevan is all which y'all fellas +Can't bleed that block, will get you bitches D-E-A-D +These days on the topic is the barber shop +Like if they ain't talk about me they hard to stop +But I'm a real nigga plus I like to squab a lot +Made niggas go to Herman and then talk a lot +Give a fuck if a nigga wanna squab or not +Could pay your job for an Antonio Tarver shot +Wanna pistol play with me better bar they lot +Just wanna pull up in them unmarked cars a lot +Finna punish everybody on your block right now +Bitch niggas try to make it out of sight right now +Bout to be acquainted with the bright light right now +Bro you think you got hands we could fight right now +It's the King of the Ghetto and them Clover G'z +Late night at the studio blowing trees +About to jump in the pick-up and let the guns sick 'em +When they find your ass we gon be overseas + +[Hook - 2x] + + +Can’t U Tell[Talking] +Ay I know alot of y'all niggas wonderin', haha +Is this nigga doin good? (yup) +Is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hah +I tell them niggas man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man +Can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building +We got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's + +[Chorus 2X - Flip] +We throw bows, we blow dro +We ride blades and low pro's +Umm....I heard you doin good +Nigga can't you tell +Oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well + +[Verse 1 - Flip] +Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock +One switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop +I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the ass +I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags +Ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest +Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex +I rep Houston, Tex where niggas bang Screw +We ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crew +Got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring +Ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane +I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes +Cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze +I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile +My jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile +I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel +But I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level" + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2 - Gudda] +Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bows +Hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoes +I'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it +I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it +Niggas drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk' +Now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk" +Uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitch +Then the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda) + +[Verse 3 - Supa] +I'm doin good and it feels great +I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray +Supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby +Give a fuck about the name just know he gets busy +Mouth of the south you know ya know me well +Hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell +Fuck you haters, the chains is off +Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea) + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 4 - MJG] +Uh, yea, come on.... +MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart +But if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the block +You don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role +You got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes +I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problem +I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em +Pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder +Everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar +Could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin +Oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em +I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean +I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream +When I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's +Breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro +M - J - fuckin G representer of the dirty +But I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me + +[Chorus] + + +Way We Ball (Remix)(*talking*) +Heeeey hooo, this is the way we ball +(this the way we ball), this ain't the regular version man +This is the remix y'all (the remix), I got my boy E-40 +In the house man (fa shiggidy), you know +We just gon spit a little game, (juts a little bit though) +I had to change the hook up a little bit (just a little bit) + +[Hook - 2x] +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +(tricka-wy-yow), I represent the Dirty South +And we riding Blaze, Jags and Escalades +I'm Third Coast born, but you know I'm Texas made + +[Lil Flip] +Lil Flip, I'm back on this track +But this time around, E-40 got my back +You know we popping collars, hitting sixteen switches +And after my show, I'm taking fifteen pictures +With fourteen chicks, and they all from Mexico +When they saw the Sprewells, they said let's go +Now we smoking sweets yep, thirteen grams +Now I'm doing donuts, in a orange Lam +Borghini on Dubs, cruising through the club +Trying to find a chick, who like fucking with a thug +I've never been a scrub, I always had do' +But now I'm with Sony, so I got a little mo' +Now we acting bad, when we pulling off the lot +I treat my car like a stripper, watch me drop the top +I'm doing 85, going down to Sea World +Me, E-40, Hump, Redd and my homie C-Note + +[Hook - 2x] + +[E-40] +Chick up on my wrist, mustard and mayonnaise kicks +Vogue tires, E-40 and the Click +Me and Lil Flip, drinking and we sip +Dome pliers, trying to get a grip +On this industry, P-I-M-P-ing +Talk slicker, than the average MC +Players from the track, females on my lap +Dog, this is the way we ball + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Lil Flip] +I'm swanging about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my sizzyrup +And on the back of my throwback, it say Larry Bizzird +And on the back of my Jordans, it say Louis Vaton +And on the back of my shirt, it say We Are One +And on the back of my jacket, it say Burberry man +(say, what's that smell), that's blueberry man +So puff puff pass, cause that's all we know +I drink purple stuff, like my homie Big Moe +I'm leaning to the left, about to waste my cup +But I got another fo', so I don't give a fuck +I've been having paper, cause I grind everyday +And since I'm in a big body, nigga get out my way + +[Hook - 2x] + + +Whut Up Now[talking] +1,2,there's that nigga house right there 3 +You see that nigga 4-*machine gun shooting* +Yeah Ohhhh! + +I ride on my enemies-I ride on my enemies +It's time to ride on my enemies + +I ride on my enemies-I ride on my enemies +It's time to ride on my enemies +Be outside ya crib nigga + +[Verse 1-Lil'Flip] +Whut Up Now nigga I heard you was yappin ya jaws +So you know we ain't fuckin with y'all +So how you wanna do it cause I'm ready for war +I'm like Steven Segal I'm above the law +Uhhh this ole pussy ass nigga tryed to rob my connect +Now my hood fucked up cause we all in debt +I had a load comin in at a quater till 9 +I put my bitch on a train cause she tired of flyin +I caught this nigga at the crib with his wife and shit +She blind till the fact she don't know the life he live +Stick up kids die fast in this live of crime +Everybody got rights so I'm a fight for mine +I got the right to pack a gun with my beam and shit +So don't ever ever disrespect my team and shit +And I don't care about how much coke you move +Cause I know you flip alittle but you smoke it too +And when you go against me you suppose to lose +When we erase you ya wife,and kids suppose to move +Bang bang motherfucker when I hit ya block +Runnin full corpress wet or without the rock bitch + +[Hook-Will-Lean] +Whuts Up Now nigga I heard you wanna squash the beef +Whuts Up Now nigga it's too late I'm off the leash +So how you wanna do it,get prepared and grab ya vest +Cause when I dump the pump slugs crash ya chest + +[Verse 2-Will-Lean] +I'm a killer by all means I'm packin clips +With arterillary that'll make you do a backwards flip +Catch you on the strip-PLOW crack ya whip +Slangin that death plus I gave the mac to flip +Now let's go and show e'm how we handle the beef +Takin off Botany Boys and I'll dismantle ya street +Motorized stash box in the panel on the jeep +This not the Appolo nigga amatuer week +You say got wieght but never touched a ki +You say you ran a block but never touched the streets +I'm a nightmare I'll fuck you up in your sleep +Bad dreams of empty things bust the rap and repeat + +[Hook-Z Ro] +Whut Up Now nigga I heard y'all was talkin down on my name +Talkin down on my name-talkin down on my name +Whut Up Now nigga bitch I'm comin to see you simple and plain +To see you simple and plain-I'm comin to bust ya brain +Whut Up Now nigga y'all don't wanna see me with this tommy gun +If I shoot it y'all gotta run that bullet proof want stop it none +Y'all don't wanna see me with this tommy gun +If I shoot it y'all gotta run that bullet proof want stop it none + +[Verse 3-Z Ro] +If somebody gotta problem with me come and address it +If the shoe fits it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas +See I'm from a section where we kill each other for practice +So I keep the AJ-AK right under my matress +Don't let the gold and the diamonds fool you +I promise it's nothin for ya family to lose you +I run with my Asshole By Nature niggas Trae and Lil Boss +Look I just got the word from niggas that Austin dropped in the south +We don't even much know these niggas they just dissin us for publicity +But we gonna give e'm a beat down when we catch up with e'm eventually +Whut Up Now nigga you was tryna get my attention now you got it +Now the real guerrilas on the way to you and you can't do nothin about it +I gotta lot of problems but a beef ain't one +Cause I been known to pay niggas back what I owed e'm with my guns +And I always got e'm with me bitch you better get ya weapon + + +I’m a Balla (Flip My Chips)I stay lit, I talk shit, and back it up +'Cuz I'm a balla, my money, you can't match it up + +[Chorus] +Lil' Flip, Flip, Flip +I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips +I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips +'Cuz I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma ba.., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma, I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma ba..., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla +[etc.] +Hey, I gotta big chain, big name, black watch, blue range +In my concerts, we 50 deep like Wu-Tang +Drop top with hella screens, platinum grill, yellow ring +Get a mil, split a mil +Break it down with my team +Every pistol got a beam +Every nigga got a scheme +'Cuz every empire got a star with a dream +We makin' green, puffin' green, drinkin' lean +We digital scales, no more triple beams + +[Chorus w/ liberties] +Hey, I got the Clover G watch, Clover G shirt +Lucky Nike's liquor, clover girl shirts +Mack 10 loaded +I stay focused +I'm worldwide, ya'll niggas local +Plaques on my wall, rims on my car, Louie 13 all in my bar +I got loot, 0-6 coupes, press one button, the roof went poof +(Hey) you know Lil' Flip go Platinum everytime +I like money so I stay on the grind +I'm doin' fine, I took a break, now I'm back +I do you like a magazine, you'll get smacked +{Chorus w/ liberties] + + +Never Take Me Alive(*talking*) +Yeah, you'll never take a nigga like me alive nigga +I'm a soldier nigga, I ain't the type of nigga that complain nigga +I roll with the punches ya dig, my nigga Z-Ro on the track +I got my nigga Will-Lean, in the building +The Black Al Kapone, is in the building nigga +You know the label, Clover G's is the label that pays me + +[Will-Lean] +I'ma slip and slide, this clip inside +This 4-5 focused on your face, then split the side +Cause this infrared gon chase, and follow your ride +It's beef I'm serving nigga, so swallow your pride +Will-Lean the Chemist boy, you know the name +Screwed Up Click afilliated, who showed you the game +Lyrical assault like my Glock, spitting holes through your frame +Like the dope and the caine, running through your nose and your veins +I'm throwing out flames, like a gallon of propane +With a guillotine nigga, that'll open your brain +Open the range on your spot, stand and scoping your stang +Call the cops, I'll have you wishing and begging to open they canes +Watch your mouth nigga, when you speaking my name +I'm deep in the streets, so you know I'm deep in the game +They'll find your remains, dumped beaten and slained +A Clover G motherfucker, block bleeding this game + +[Hook - 2x] +You'll never take me alive +How many homies in the hood, down to ride +You swallow a bullet bitch, or swallow your pride +You better tell these niggas, that I'm from the Southside +Nigga, you damn right + +[Black Al Kapone] +Kapone gon ride with my G's, till these wheels fall off +And when our wheels fall off, we gon kill y'all boys +We some game spitters, bitch getters hit niggas +Six figgas fir this ice, this is our life you nigga +Push a Maybach, in dry weather +Ever since I got shot, I keep my Baretta (nigga you better) + +[Lil' Flip] +Cause the streets, ain't a mo'fucking joke +It's like the City of God, lil' kids'll kill you for a bag of dope +The Southside in this bitch, and we all high +You want beef, them bullets fly and y'all all die +Cause I don't think you understand, who you fucking with +Since I was 10, I was taught not to trust a bitch +This rapping made me rich, I know you hate that +Three million in nine months, can you make that +I'm clocking do' and copping O's, of that white widow +I catch you in your sleep, and leave your brains on your pillow +So stop fronting, like I won't pop heat +Cause it's 25 guns, if I'm fifty deep +And it's 25 knives, I'll poke you nigga +I'm a worldwide player, you a local nigga +You better play your position, before you come up missing +Cause my niggas put in work, and homie ain't no snitching +Oh yeah did I mention, y'all can kiss my ass +And I own a Maybach, so you can keep that Jag + +[Trae] +It ain't too many that'll ride for me, so I'ma keep this beat put to my back +On the blocks repping A.B.N., full time and it ain't no doubt about that +I done seen the worst, seen niggas get dropped in a hearse +Seen niggas try to get self on wax, and get fucked off trying to sell a verse +Really they tripping, speaking on my name will get you put in situations +Anticipations of a ass-whooping, so now you sitting back waiting +Hold up cat the Mack cocked back what you talking, G-type shit that's what I'm walking +Some of these niggas wanna try to blend in, then end up getting outlined in chalk and +Now what was that all about our cutters, swear that you was running shit +But now you done metaled with these guerillas, why the fuck is you running bitch +It ain't hard to see that we bone hard, just like my nigga named Curtis +And for that I gotta greet ya, Asshole niggas at your service + +[Z-Ro] +Now it been too many niggas lately, acting like they wanna do me some harm +But since I'm always heavily armed, it just remain cool to keep my calm +Promise it ain't nothing for me to drop a bomb, on a whole block +Everybody saying all sides, is about to recieve a series of callico shots +So recievingmissly y'all ain't gon never take me alive +I'ma squeeze and make a nigga leak in the street +Cutter from push-up's and backarms +That's why I knock out niggas teeth in the streets +I stay focused and pack all three of my guns, I'm complete when I creep +These hoes love the D-Boy, so it make they pussy get wet and leak when I speak +If I gotta make an appearance, you better believe it'll be brief and discrete +Hop in the murder mobile, and slide through like a thief in the N-I-G-H-T +It's so many motherfuckers mad, cause I got money at first it was funny +But I bet if they could catch me slipping, they would try to take it from me +But I got news for ya, they gon see picking out a suit and shoes for ya +I'm bout, to get rude with ya +Bitch I'ma keep on clocking cash +Keeping the Khakis creased cruising quickly in the Crentley +Y'all niggas ain't never gon take me alive +As soon as I clear this bitch it's empty + +[Hook - 2x] + + +Find My Way(feat. Robin Andre) + +[Chorus:] +Tell me why +I can't see where I'm goin +No +When everybody else sees +Where I'm comin from +And I don't know why +I travel down these dead end roads +I gotta turn this car around +And find my way home + +[Lil Flip:] +Will you listen to my music do you feel my shit +Look I don't need punch lines cuz I live my shit +A lot of cats sellin their soul for radio play +That's why we need more rappers like Common n Kanye +Nigga scared to be broke so they fake it to make it +If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest +Back in the days I would get caught for truency +But now I'm puttin money back in my community +I took my homies out the hood n now they got jobs +Cuz there's more to life then dodgin cop cars +I played the block hard n now I play the pop charts +But now I'm getting dumb money cuz I got smart + +[Chorus:] +Tell me why +I can't see where I'm goin +No +When everybody else sees +Where I'm comin from +And I don't know why +I travel down these dead end roads +I gotta turn this car around +And find my way home + +[Lil Flip:] +Hey yo I never seen a man cry til I seen a man die +So when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes +Cuz I been through it all and my scars prove it +Cuz when it come to that paper homie Ima do it +I just rhyme part time you better know it +These lines commin from my mind so I never wrote it +I keep my nine by my spine so I never show it +Yeah im addicted to pine but I never grow it +And the reason I got signed is cuz im a poet +Half of my niggas doin time but im focused +Thats why im stayin on the grind if u haven't noticed +That old cadillac transformed fully loaded + +[Chorus:] +Tell me why +I can't see where I'm goin +No +When everybody else sees +Where I'm comin from +And I don't know why +I travel down these dead end roads +I gotta turn this car around +And find my way home + +When ya new album drop everybody ya friend +Niggas actin like they down but I know they pretend +I used to scrape up money for studio time +I'm like Jay-Z homie I remember my rhymes +Ain't nobody helped me out when my cash was low +My bills commin to fast so I had to blow +And I walked by fate not by sight +Cuz I know G-O-D will guide me right +I take the bitter with the sweet I know u feel my pain +Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane +I ain't tryin to preach to ya but I hope you relate +Cuz even at a dead end you gotta find your way +OK +OK + +[Chorus:] +Tell me why +I can't see where I'm goin +No +When everybody else sees +Where I'm comin from +And I don't know why +I travel down these dead end roads +I gotta turn this car around +And find my way home + +[Lil Flip: talking] +Yeah +I wanna dedicate this track right here to my grandparents +You know +They stuck with me +Through thick n thin +You know what I'm sayin since day one +I got my family +You know I ain't got no back problem +So I dedicated this to you +Pray to God you gonna find a way +Holla back + + +Like a Pimp (G Mix)Clover G's, bitch nigga +We make them girls get down on the floor +We make them girls get down on the floor +Like a pimp, yeh, yeh + +[Lil' Flip] +As I walk in the do' I'm watchin' hoes on the flo' +Niggas dressed in fake throwbacks trickin' all they dough +Me, I'm a pimp I ain't payin' for no ass +I rather be, in the Clover tryna count cash +I got alotta hoes, and they carry all my weed +You give that hoe yo money and she bring it straight to me +Got a bigger pimp cup, got a bigger Escalade +You know how we do that shit it gotta be a better way +Run the rap game used to run a crap game +Niggas can't even go low ain't that a damn shame +I blew up in a couple of years +Got drunk wid a couple of beers +Sold crack wid a couple of peers +I'm the king of the year + +[Will Lean] +I make them sluts lick down on my pole +You can take a hoe of the streets but not a hoe, out a hoe +Will Lean yeh I know, and I'm all about my dough +I'm on the block everyday and I'm pushin' that snow +On the road nigga pimpin' these bitches +Niggas hittin' switches leavin' jackers up in ditches +I'm givin' niggas stitches if they fuckin' wid my dough +It's the Chemist (and Lil' Flip and we don't love them hoes) +Cause nigga I'm a pimp so hoe bring me my green +Fore I slap yo ass bitch wid my iced out pinky ring + +[Hook] +We make them drops squat low on the flo' +We make them drops squat low on the flo' +Like a pimp, like a pimp +We make them girls get down on the flo' +Here we go + +[Lil' Flip] +Now don't you hate them old, lyin' ass niggas +Actin' like they all gangsta +You ain't rollin' wid no triggas +That's why you ain't got no figgas +That's why you ain't got no deal +You playin' with the wrong nigga +But you ain't got no skill + +[Will Lean] +Yeh for real grab the K's and kill +I got that four, fifth steel and I sprays at will +You lil bitch bust ya head, like I'm poppin' a pill +Take you out, with the chopper on top of the hill + +[Lil' Flip] +We make 'em, swallow the nut so, follow the Benz +You can, call all your friends tell 'em to, swallow my friends +We can, do this again when I, come to your town +But when you see me at a show bitch don't hunt me down +When I come around I want that dro I want yo hoes +I do that show, this year, I ain't doin' no more promos + +[Outro] +Haha, yeh Lil' Flipper nigga +You know Clover G's nigga +Will Lean the Chemist, Will like a pimp +I got a bigger pimp cup now +David Banner go get that nigga album nigga +You know how we do it nigga, yeh yeh yeh +Play and Skillz, check out them niggas +Oh yeh my album comin' too you gotta feel me + + +Throw Up Yo’ HoodWhoa, whoa, haha +This what I want you to do +I want you to go to the bar, go to the bar +And find the most expensive drink +Po' it on the nigga you don't like, haha, whoo, whoo +Yeah, yeah, we ain't come here to rock the crowd nigga +We came here to start a fuckin' fight, bitch +You know how we do it, uh, uh, Clover G's, uh oh + +We came to get it crunk, we came to get drunk +We came to chill in VIP and smoke a couple of blunts +And pull a couple of dimes, spit a couple of rhymes +And them niggas young, fly, got a couple of knives +I'm ahead of my time cause I stay on my grind +Cause most niggas be lettin' hoes play with their mind +But not me, cause homey don't play that +You see me with a strap on me, go spray that +Shit where your face at, you talk and I take that +You talkin' out the side of your neck, don't make me break that +Slap you, slap him, clap you, clap him +Cause I ain't got time for all that wrestlin' +I'm just a cool dude when I'm in a good mood +But when I'm pissed off my attitude is 'fuck you' +I'm like a tattoo, I never go away +That's why I ride with a tec and a throwaway + +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all get money like we get money +Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah' +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all smoke wee like we smoke weed +Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah' + +Throw your hood up nigga, and tear the club up +While I'm in the parking lot tryna tear my dubs up +I'm cadillac pimpin' like the YoungBloodz +So come to Texas and smoke the best bud, nigga +I got what you want, I got what you need +And can't nobody throw a party like me +So, quit your frontin' and quit your cappin' +See that's why you ? cats never flip to platinum + +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all get money like we get money +Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah' +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all smoke wee like we smoke weed +Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah' + +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all get money like we get money +Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah' +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all smoke wee like we smoke weed +Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah', oh yeah + + +Lil Flip Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #029[Verse] +Fuck with me and get some money +Yeah I fuck with King Johnny +100K, that's my ring money +And you ain’t gon' take a thing from me +Man, I'm from H-town +We start shootin’, you should lay down +You wouldn't wanna jump up +I lay rappers down when the pump up +Here is something I can't understand +I could just kill a man +On the east coast, man I fuck with Killa Cam +You want a verse, you better take yo' ass to MoneyGram +I love multiplyin', fuck subtractin' numbers +Email me the trackin' number +And I'ma send your verse back +I bodied it, I should send a hearse back +I’m back up in the booth again +Like Beanie Sigel, I gotta spit the truth again +I got the wraith, had to get the coupe again +Like Stockton, I could shoot again +Tell me where you want to go +I got some killers down in Mexico +They’ll meet you at the Texaco +Turn your body to a vegetable +Now you can't think, now you can’t move +I'm the king, dog, so I can't lose +Got hits like Babe Ruth +Kill shit like Rae Carruth +You ain't never seen me +In a cambo Lamborghini +All the cars I got, man, I paid for it +Take some from me, man we spray for it +You know I love to trap a lot +I’m from Houston, the same town as Rap-A-Lot +I took the cops on a car chase +At fifteen, I'm jammin' Geto Boys and Scarface +I think my mind playin' tricks on me +I think they tryin' to blend some bricks on me +Man I got hits homie +Scratch that, I got classics, [?] +BMI, that's TMI, too much information +This is dedication +I ain't never sold my soul, everything went gold +Then I went to platinum, I ain't cappin' +Still in the muhfuckin' booth with the rhymes +Sold a lot of work, never did a line +A legend like Morris Day and The Time +These rappers transform like Optimus Prime +I'ma stay the same +Got a smart brain, money'll never make me change +In the booth I go deranged, I get crazy +I ain't these other rappers, dog, I ain't lazy +I work for myself, build shirts for myself +You got beef, I squirt for myself +Take the K out the shelf, don't play about the wealth +Turn your favorite rapper into a patty melt +Flip 'em over, do it from the clover +Fourteen, pulled up in a Range Rover +I'll murk you before this shit change over +Made five million dollars off of Game Over +Made eight million dollars off of Sunshine +I'm from the south, I could freestyle and do a punchline +Man, I'll murder these rappers +Name one, man, I never heard of these rappers +This a freestyle, dog, I ain't write this +I'ma smoke a whole seven, that's a Mike Vick +I ain't never been a rookie but I smoke cookies +Gangsta in my hood just like Tookie +Want to see a dope show? You should book me +I turn your forehead into a pussy +When I pull out the Glock 9 +I ain't stoppin', I don't even stop at stop signs +I'ma keep goin', got the codeine homie +I'ma keep pourin', money keep growin' +Chia Pet style, jet style +I got a cult, David Koresh style +I'm crazy, don't play me bitch +They worship me, they atheist +I'm a king, I'm a god with this freestyle +Used to put my weed in black and milds +I'm on some other shit, other other shit +Just like a orgy, you better find out who you fuckin' wit' +I show up to yo' motherfuckin' front do' +Take you on a chase like OJ in his bronco +Hey I'm on the news, paid a lot of dues +We make the rules, we don't play by the rules +I do what I want, move how I wanna +Sippin' syrup and blowin' that marijuana +Good shit, like Ace, I be on some hood shit +I'm from H-town, we be grippin' wood bitch +Oh I got a splinter, this wraith is mine nigga +This not a rental, I bite and scratch niggas +Just like a bengal, paint drippin' red +On it's menstrual, candy red shit +Excellent adventure, Bill and Ted shit +On my med shit, I got street cred bitch +I got shooters, shooters in every city +We smoke dutches and we smoke phillies +Smoke the cone, favorite rap group is Bone +And 8-Ball and MJG and Sweet Jones +And Bun B, if a rapper ever jump me +We gon' come back, turn it to 22 Jump Street +Everybody fucked up, double cups up +Shoot him in his guts, pull out the nunchucks, what the fuck +Here's a uppercut, I did songs with Young Buck +And I ain't never blow my money, I'm not a dumb fuck +I got songs with 50, I got songs with Game +I- I don't care where I'm at, I ain't tuckin' my chain +This that real shit, independence day like Will Smith +Who the dopest freestyler? You should say Lil Flip +I go to Pappadeaux when I want some shrimp +Like, space, my name was on the blimp +The world is mine, I can wink my eye, nigga +And your girl is mine, but I don't want her, I just want a billion +Stars in the ceiling, man I'm in the wraith, ay +Like Snoop Dogg, nigga, murder was the case, yeah +Play with me, you end up on Nancy Grace, yeah +This codeine, baby, do you want a taste? yeah +This the purple, I'm not commercial +We move slow, sorta like the Ninja Turtles +But give me pizza and I smoke a little reefer +Fifth grade, I used to watch Moesha +Skipped school, some of my partnas crip, some pyru +I'm a gangsta, homeboy, that don't apply to you +When I'm on the mic, nigga I don't lie to you +You fake, that's what you try to do +LA Leakers, man they fuckin' with the king +Milk does the body good but why I still sip the lean though? +I'm a motherfuckin' star like Ringo +We get work and I mean blow +Boss enjoy this shit, man we move this shit +Don't make me throw a couple 'bows like I'm Ludacris +Move bitch, get out the way +Before I have to crooked up your toupee +With a Tech 9, Cloverland my hood, I'ma rep mine +Yeah nigga this shit is in my mind +A legend like Bruce Springsteen +My car got a mind of her own, I call her Christine +That bitch'll crank up, we could shoot pool +Pull out the stick nigga, watch me bank stuff +Favorite rapper, Jadakiss and MJG +Pimp tight, I'm the K-I-N-G +King Life, the newest fuckin' record label +I'm connected in the streets just like cables +WIFI, ain't no need to high side +We walk up, we don't do no drive-bys +We peel off, this permanent +I can't never take my grill off unless I go spend 50k +Got a bag, fixed up my shit, right? +Still representin' Screwed Up Click, right? +Pull a knife out, stabbed him in his windpipes +I'm a hustler, I ain't tryin' to wear no pinstripes +I'ma get a billion dollars and put the finger up +Gettin' a lot of cream, put them zingers up +H-town nigga, that's where I come from +You better keep a chopper, nigga, fuck a stun gun +I don't even want you that close to me +I'm a shrimp nigga, don't bring no roast to me +When it come to freestyle, you should toast to me +I'm H-town's own, I'm a clover G +Acappella shit, I don't need no beat +I smoke it out the pipe, I don't need no sweet +I still run shit and I don't need no feet +Still sippin' codeine and I don't need no sleep +Man this freestyle shit, I do it with my eyes closed +I been makin' money since I was five years old +In the studio with the toolio +Livin' in a gangsta paradise like Coolio +Four more bars and I'ma end this shit +I'm like Shaq shootin' free throws, this is bricks +All up in my stash spot, I got more motherfuckin' keys than a laptop +Used to watch Matlock, 'bout to break the padlock +Still up in the do', vicious with this shit, you should call me Cujo +This a new flow, nigga, I ain't remember this +H-town shit and I'm on my December shit +Cold hearted nigga, Mozart a nigga +That mean I play keys, 400 degrees +Just like Juve, smoke a blunt to a doobie +If I can't go to the club with my toolie, deucie + + +You’z a TrickWoah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick) +Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! + +[Chorus: repeat 4X] +Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick +You'z a trick (You'z a trick) + +[Lil' Flip] +Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad +I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash +Poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big +Clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig +We thirty deep at the club we all iced out +Clover G's party until they cut the lights off +Drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy +VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy +On the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy +When we get in town look at the line in the front boy +Now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right +And half of my crew already got three stripes +Ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better +That nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar +I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel +If yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever + +[Chorus] + +[Lil' Flip] +Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now +Grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now +Don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it +If the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it +24's on H2's drop top, candy blue +Ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you +I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change +Get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain +I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake +Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) +I do drive but half of the time I'm too high +Alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) +Cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up +I don't know why these niggas hate us +But I'm a stay paid and chop on blades +Cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) + +[Chorus] + +("You'z a trick" repeated until the end) + + +I Need 2 Find My Way[Chorus - Epidemik] +Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin(No) +When everybody else see's,where I'm comin from +And I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads +I gotta turn this car around-and find my way home + +[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] +When you listen to my music do you feel my shit +Look I don't need punchlines cause I live my shit +Alot of cats selling they soul for radio play +That's why we need mo' rappers like Common and Kayne +Niggas scared to be broke so they fake it,to make it +If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest +Back in the days I would get caught for trulency +But now I'm puttin money back in my community +I took my homies out the hood now they got jobs +Cause it's more to life then dodgin cop cars +I played the block hard,now I play the pop charts +Now I'm gettin dumb money,cause I got smart + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] +Aiiyo I never seen a man cry,till I seen a man die +So when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes +Cause I been through it all and my scars prove it +Cause when it come to that paper homie I'm a do it +I just rhyme part time you better know it +These lines comin from my mind so I never wrote it +Keep my nine by my spine so I never show it +Yeah I'm addicted to pine but I never grow it +And the reason I got signed cause I'm a poet +Half of my niggas doin time but I'm focused +That's why I'm stayin on my grind if you haven't noticed +That old Cadillac transformed to a Lotus + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3 - Lil' Flip] +When ya new album drop everybody ya friend +Niggas actin like they down but I know they pretend +I use to scrap up money for studio time +I'm like Jay Z homie I remember my rhymes +Ain't nobody help me out when my cash was low +Bills comin too fast so I had to blow +And I walked by faith,not by sight +Cause I know G-O-D will guide me right +I take the bitter with the sweet,I know you feel my pain +Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane +I ain't tryna preach to you but I hope you relate +Even at a dead end you gotta find yo'way(Okay,Okay) + +[Chorus] + +[Talking - Lil' Flip] +I wanna dedicate this track here to my grandparents +Ya know they stuck with me through thick and thin +Ya knah'im'sayin since day one,without my family +Ya know I ain't got no back bone man +So I dedicate this to you and pray to God you gon'find a way...holla back + + +Never Let the Game GoSay Mike Dean, dig these blues.. + +[Z-Ro] +Here I go again, running off at the mouth about busters +Motherfuckers just mad at me, cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters +Too many times I done paid my dues, giving a damn still paying 'em fool +Could it be the reason I'm so cold in the rap game, this motherfucking pain +I'm screaming Jesus, I need a better way of life +Cause at the rate I travel now, I can't decipher day from night +Still the King of the Ghetto, the ghetto is where I lay my head at +Evade FED's at, and break bread at +These son of my bitches got a nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude +And too many people make me paranoid, so I wet a bitch and I wet a dude +Straight like that I don't give a damn, I'm gangstafied from Toderhead enough said +Flipping in a gangsta ride and when it get gangsta, a gangsta will bust heads +It's in my blood I'm a mo'fucking thug, even though I know better +My only love is for my guerillas, and for the cheddar +So all you mark ass niggas, get the fuck up out of dodge +Get your life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war + +[Z-Ro] +It be a bunch of drama, on my block +My partna accidently shot his mama, on my block +Trying to survive in the land of the lost, hoping I could at least find me +Cause back in high school, ain't nan one of my teacher reached me +I wan't cutting up in class, I had money on my mind +Visualizing a motherfucking come up, ready to get up and grind +Chasing paper like a motherfucker, me and buddy Ro +Moving ounce after ounce, after ounce of that yayo +Making money what I love to do, but my freedom is pending +And if I get caught slipping, my freedom is ending nigga I'm playing it safe +One hundreds and fifties, and twenties and tens and fives +And ones up in my safe, 3-57 and a 4-0 +And a 4-4 up in my waist, a maniac +Trigga happy, and don't give a fuck what I be aiming at +Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that +(Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that) + +[Z-Ro] +My niggas be killing eachother, behind these busted bitches +I would rather be spending my time in a drop top, something live on switches +With a sack of that shit, so I can calm my nerves down +Dealing with bitch nigga after bitch nigga, I'm ready to release rounds +Out of the mini-one form I shoot till it's over with, ain't nobody gon stood up +Another one bites the dust I'm throwing that P.U.D. up, nigga what +I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die, the cause for my life +The reason I'm anti-social, and built a wall around my life +Ain't nobody with me, Z-Ro the Crooked in the flesh +Mo City Texas ain't no fashion show, niggas come to give me death +It'll be a battleground, with nothing but dead enemies or myself +Cause when I be clicking, I be feeling a strange energy within myself +I never be giving a damn about it, because it be feeling so live +And if I be doing that there, don't fuck with me and take me out of my vibe nigga +Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo' +Never gonna let the game go, fa sho + + +They Call Me F.L.I.P.[Verse 1] + +I'ma tell you like this +You a bitch and I know it +How you get out of jail early? +You a snitch, I can show it +There go my dick +You can blow it since it stay on your mind +I know niggas that don't like you +Then stay in your time + +**Beat stops** +Lil Flip talking: +This yo boy Lil Flip man +With DJ Ideal, it's part two of this shit man +Y'all keep y'all ears open man +We ain't droppin nothing but the hot shit +*gun click* Now who they want? +Flip, biatch! + +**Beat continues** + +I know about your mixtape +And verse on Trick shit +Nigga I'm a warrior, you are just a misfit, get it? +A black fitted, black gloves and black [?] +The difference between me and you is I pack clubs +I had a traffic packed up, 23 blocks +My entourage pulling up in 23 drops +And everybody on my team got a nice watch +They got their own chains +Plus I gave 'em all gang +You told Atlantic not to flip the verse you did for Buck +And Ludacris murdered your ass, niggas know you +But old ass kissin' nigga tryna' get some hype +Bitch, you could be in rat hole, but they call me... + +[Hook] +F.L.I.P. man these lame ass niggas +Ain't fuckin' with me +F.L.I.P. these niggas mad cause +My crib cost three point three +F.L.I.P. I'm the freestyle king of the SUC +F.L.I.P. I got niggas in every state +Reppin' Clover G + +[Verse 2] + +Yo, this nigga Clifford think he a don like me +You ain't dodge five shots, and take one like me +You ain't do screwed tapes, you just a rapping, nigga +Look, you a gold artist, I'm a platinum, nigga +3 PDOs retired, nigga I ain't falling off +Niggas need to come together +To represent the south +Cause there's too much money +To be made to be beefin' +Cause I just made a hundred grand this weekend +I made jobs for my niggas worth to fuck +I got my nigga 380, drivin' all my trucks +And he'd lay a nigga down +If I gave him the word +I'm always in first place, I can never be third +I moved birds in high school +Y'all niggas just doin' it +And that's all you rap about +Y'all just ruined it +I got niggas on the block +Tryna' get paid +You [?] out the pump +You can know that they call me... + +[Hook] +F.L.I.P. man these lame ass niggas +Ain't fuckin' with me +F.L.I.P. these niggas mad cause +My crib cost three point three +F.L.I.P. I'm the freestyle king of the SUC +F.L.I.P. I got niggas in every state +Reppin' Clover G + +[Outro: Funkmaster Flex] +That's right y'all! + + +White CupWhite, white, white cup (yessir) +White, white, white cup (yessir) +White, white, white cup (yessir) +White, white, white cup (yeah!) + +[Lil' Flip talking] +I keep a white cup nigga +It's Fliperachi +A.k.a. Mr. I Can Do Dat, a.k.a. The Number One Fly Boy +A.k.a. I Ain't No Sony No More + +[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] +Hey, I keep a white cup +I gotta get my lean on (lean on) +I got a fucked up attitude once all my green gone (green gone?) +Gotta put my jeans on (jeans on) +Gotta put my rings on (rings on) +Hit the button, crank the motor, and put my screens on +Shorty P roll the dro +Damn you see them hoes?! (you see them hoes?) +I don't know where they 'bout to go, but shit I wanna go +Before the show I pour a four and then I mix it up (mix it up) +I take a old school car, then I fix it up + +[Hook] +I gotta (I gotta) +White, white, white cup +You see my (you see my) +White, white, white cup +I keep my +White, white, white cup +I love my +White, white, white cup +Now let's drink niggggggaaaaa +White, white cup in my hand +I gotta (I gotta) +White, white cup in my hand +You see my (you see my) +White, white cup in my hand +I keep my (I keep my) +White, white cup in my hand +Now let's drink nigggggaaaaa + +[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] +I never lie to my fans not one time +These niggas wanna hit the cup, but ain't drop one dime +What kind of shit is that? +Nigga I'm sippin' that +And on my lap is my strap +That's where my weapon at +Come get it, you want it, you know I got my heat on me +Come get it, you want it, you know I got them keys homie +They go on cheap homie, they on the streets homie +I'm a gangsta so I never run from beef homie +I'm sippin', flippin', grippin' woodgrain as I roll (roll) +I few platinum chains, but I love gold +I like the way it shine, I like the way it glisten (glisten) +I got the real drank, you niggas need to listen + +[Hook] w/ Mike Jones ad libs +Ayyyyyeeeee +Ayyyyyeeeee +Say Flip +Let your boy Mike Jones get some of that purple stuff in this white cup nigga +Hahaaaa +Hahaaaa + +[Verse 3 - Mike Jones] +I stay iced up +I gotta get my bling on +A million buzz plus before I put my ring on +Before my ringtones +I was gettin' my green on +I told Flip pour me a four to get my lean on +Pass me that Sunkist +Pass me that purple stuff +One hand on woodgrain the other on that white cup +Mike Jones and Fliperachi +Ain't no one like us +I'm rollin' Phantom, he Maybach and we both iced uuupppp + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip talking] +I know you hear that right +That's a white cup +A money white cup +When we say we got a money cup +That mean we poured up a strong... soda +You dig what I'm sayin'? + + +La La La[Hook] +Lil' Flip always smokin' that la la la +Will Lean always smokin' that la la la +Play-hef always smokin' that la la la +It's Clover G's and you know my lullaby, come on +Excuse me bitch, you know I'm rich +So don't snitch about how I hustle +Cause I got muscle, skip all that shit +Just gimme a brick bitch + +[Will Lean] +I'm a gangsta, it ain't love at first sight +You's a freak so we fucked the first night +I'm in the back seat puffin' that la la la +Me and my niggas gettin' high high high +You better ask around, that I smokes a pound +Four four desert eagle what I tote around +Nigga, in that Coup de Ville +Hit ya wit the steel nigga let loose ya grill +You choose to squeal, it's the truth I kill +With that infra red beam let loose ya grill nigga +Uh, and I take ya head off when I grab my shit +And start lettin' this lead off + +[Hook] + +Yeh, you know how we do it man +If you in ya motherfuckin' car +Cut this shit up nigga (cut it up) + +[Lil' Flip] +Yeh, we got the dro fire it up +You want me to do it show you gotta wire it up +Go to Western Union and call me back +Gimme the tracking number nigga and I can do that +I need the dro nigga top of the line +You got clothes in yo closet but they not like mine +You got hoes in yo camp but they can't flow like us +You got weed in yo yard but it don't grow like us +Inhale exhale, Sprints and Nextels +Gotta write letters to my niggas that's in jail (keep ya head up) +Locked up they baby momma knocked up +If niggas play wid my money my guns get cocked up +I franchise like a Houston Rocket +Every eight months is when I usually drop it +Every eight blunts is when I usually stop it +Every eight Glocks is when I usually pop it + +[Hook] + +[Play] +Ain't wid that huggin' and kissin' and lovin', bitch +I'm wid that smokin' and drinkin' +Cause I gotta keep it thuggin +And I'm bumpin' and grindin' +Got to put the snake to bite +R kel's I'm up all night put up a good fight +If you gon' jack somethin' make sure ya jack good +Cause if not, then I pop and I go get my guns +I rap for Clover G's and I rap for P-T-P +I rap for all them gangstas out there gettin' they cheese +I Double XL or Source to make bread +I need pots a few bricks to go slice my bread +Me Flip and Will will flip and lean on you +Take ya truck that's not ya rap and fuck a rap +After Lil' Flip album ya ass is crap +You know me Play-hef and the tracks we lacin' +Smokin' on that bubble that sticky Canadian bacon +Fuck a lil hand stamp that shit + +[Hook] + + +My Dogz[Lil' Flip talkin'] +Ha ha, this tha realest shit I wrote +Ya'll say we look like kids +Oh ya'll don't think I heard what ya'll said +You puttin' it on tape, this for my dogz, nigga + +[Chorus] +I'll ride for my dogz, I'll lie for my dogz +If it come down to it, I'll die for my dogz +I'ma thug with my dogz, I got love for my dogz +What I'm really tryin' to say, don't fuck with my dogz + +[Lil' Flip] +Grab yo AK's, pumps and even Calicos +I fight for my dogz like we at the Alamo +If you run up on me, I'ma have to tear yo' clothes +So give me what you got, yo' rings and valuables +And if you fuck wit my dogz I'ma blow you away +And chop you up like ham and throw you away +I ain't never been no hoe, so stop bumpin' yo' gums +Oh you can't talk shit, when you got a pump on yo' tongue + +[Scoopastar] +I cop bricks, in tha six, watchin' flicks wit my dogz +Cause flippin' 2 for 36 and hit licks wit my dogz +Cop Glocks, rock blocks, investin' stocks wit my dogz +Sit on docks, boardin' yachts, wit my big shots dogz +I'll take over ya cut wit my SuckaFree dogz +And I'll chop a busta up for APT dogz +I get brains, run trains and switch positions wit my dogz +Grip grain and swang lanes in Expeditions wit my dogz + +[Will-lean] +I ride wit my dogz, I drank and get high wit my dogz +You betta run and try to hide when I collide wit my dogz +I bust AK's, aortas and 45's wit my dogz +Just make you slip, slide and fall and get tied like a hog +I break banks wit my dogz, I make stakcs wit my dogz +We rip a nigga ass up, like this track wit my dogz +I floss baggetts, princess cuts and Lexus trucks wit my dogz +And if you wanna live and raise yo kids, don't fuck wit my dogz + +[B.G. Duke] +Gettin' fucked wit my dogz, I'ma make 'em call tha laws +My baggetts is shinin' and eat you up like Jaws +I'm beatin' through, black crew with wrist roo +C-note wit tha guns and Flip you get the loot +And when I shoot, I shoot to execute +Me, Taz and Scoop, hittin' licks in tha booth +That's what I do, in a bulletproof coupe +If you ain't my dog, then nigga fuck you + +[Chorus] + +[Lil' Flip] +Hey, hey, hey..When it come to my dogz, I'll spit on yo' face +And you bet not get caught, wit yo' shit on yo' waist +Cause if I catch you off base, I'm mamin' and choppin' +You might as well give up now, cause when I'm swangin', you droppin' +Nigga get outta line, I'm hurtin' 'em all +I caught fake niggas rough, cause when I'm swervin', they fall +I'm makin' CEO money, while you work in tha mall +And if you know about Flip, then you heard of my dogz +There he go, that nigga right there, he's a hoe +And I'm leave his white T-shirt wit a hole +I'll put him in a finger fold, don't fuck wit Flipper, hoe +I'm a kiss you wit a bullet, under a mistletoe + +[Taz] +Cockin' back, point him out, watch I'll bust this nigga +Lay 'em tote, 100 shot, we couldn't trust this nigga +Infrared, touch his head, you couldn't duck this nigga +Call tha coroner, chalk him out, cause we done fucked this nigga + +[Lil' Flip] +Hey, and we stuck that nigga, like a chicken, plucked that nigga +Finger fucked that nigga, like shit we flushed that nigga + +[Taz] +Like a diamond, we crushed that nigga, bust that nigga +And ride wit Lil' Flip, cleanin' up on niggas +Droppin' bullets like rain, wettin' up yo niggas +Fuck you and everythang you love, hoe nigga + +[Lil' Flip] +In conclusion, I'll empty out a full clip +You ain't known for trampolines, but you gon do a full flip +And whatever you said, I'ma make you take it back +And if you chest get got, nigga I'ma make it flat +So you betta watch out before we run in yo house +And tie you up like tennis shoes, and put a gun in yo' mouth + +[Chorus] + +[Lil' Flip talkin'] +For my dogz nigga, ya'll wonder why ya'll don't see me, cause I only chill +Wit real niggas, nigga scoopastar, the original star, nigga Taz, Will-lean +Tha chemist, B.G. Duke, Humpty Hump, Les, Snoop, my real niggas, we don't +Fuck wit fraud niggas, Shasta, nigga Myron, fuck wit real niggas, you wonder +Why Lil' Flip don't be givin' you dap or speakin' to you nigga, nigga you +Ain't real, nigga, nigga I'll ride for my dogz....On my arm, nigga + + +You’z a Trick (Remix)[Intro: Lil Flip] +Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z a trick) +Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! + +[Chorus: Lil Flip] +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) + +[Verse 1: Lil Flip] +Once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad +I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin' cash +Poppin' tags, poppin' AKs, I'll whip your head, boy +Don't ever, ever, ever play with my bread, boy! +Run up wrong, I'mma hit you with this lead, boy +You just scared cause pimpin' ain't dead, boy! +I bet you thought I wasn't comin' back strong, huh? +In ninth grade I had a pocket full of stones, huh? +Now when I pull up, I got hoes in the car with me +I'm strapped up, I ain't got no bodyguards with me! +I catch your gal out of pocket, I'mma deal with her, chill with her +You'z a trick, bitch, cause you live with her! + +[Chorus: Lil Flip] +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +(Remix!) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +(Ladies and gentlemen) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +(Introducing Pimp C!) + +[Verse 2: Pimp C] +I'm a pimp to my heart, these other niggas tryin' to start +[?] is too tender, mackin' club, bitch, I'm a member +I'mma stick to the code, stay "mack on a bitch" mode +Hoes been tryin' to steal my dick 'cause I stay ballin' and I stay throwed +Keep my mind on my money and a pocket full of cash +Wet a bitch up with champagne like Damon Dash +Always stomp the gas when I'm cruisin' in them Bentley +Jive couldn't afford Flip 'cause I was leavin' they pockets empty! +Them hoes couldn't tempt me, a bitch is with me simply +I'm cold on the mic and I keep me a yellow dyke +To get out on the grind and keep a nigga rich +And if you ask her who her daddy, she say "Pimp C, bitch!" + +[Chorus: Lil Flip] +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! + +[Verse 3: Bun B] +Now, niggas be talkin' about the hoes that they be knockin' +How they keep 'em steady jockin' on they tips, constantly clockin' +I don't take their shit to heart; take it with a grain of salt +'Cause in their mind they probably really think they macks-it ain't their fault! +Got yourself a couple jewels, a ho or two, and a cup +So you call yourself a pimp when that is not what the fuck is up +Take your girls into the strip, but you are not tuned +And it's a thin line between a pimp and a fool in a costume! +Your hoes respect your mackin'? I hadn't really noticed +'Cause she keep eyeballin' me, look like the bitch is losin' focus! +Your stable wide open like a church on a Sunday +You feelin' like you got your stallions on lock, but one day +A player like myself will come through with some true spit +Take her from your same ol' same and show her some new shit +Put some trill mackin' on her back and get to rollin' +Fool, your hoes chose me, so don't be actin' like they stolen, you'z a trick! + +[Chorus: Lil Flip] +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) +Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp +Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick) + +[Outro] +You'z a trick! (repeated until end) + + +7-1-3 (Remix)(Intro) +Junior talk that ole hustling talk +I was gon tell his daddy, but I found +Out his daddy was a damn hustla + +Lil' Flip, representing 7-1-3 nigga yeah... + +[Lil' Flip] +You know I'm back on the scene, with a pocket full of green +It's Lil' Flip, I'm the Freestyle King +So extra extra, read all about it +Guess who went platinum when, everybody doubt it +Me, and ain't shit for free +I'm on your track, cause I'm a hard emcee +Don't hate on me, cause you a scrub +Summertime, I'm riding Dubz +Feeling good, representing where I stay +I got a H, and I got a AK +So don't play, cause I got gats +Summertime I'm on Dubz, nigga how you love that +I got the plack for the King, I got the +Platinum plack nigga, size me up for the ring +Cause I'm a champion, you a loser +You fuck around with me, and I'll bruise you +Real break your neck, nigga now you eating +Out a straw, playing with a man you a boy +My paper grown, how you fold that +How the fuck you hating, and you ain't gold yet +How you hating, when you ain't even went platinum +Nigga what the fuck is going on, why you capping +You acting like you a star, but ain't nobody buying your shit +You dummy, you the dumbest in the click +Cause, you wanna act like you hard and shit +But real niggas like me know, that you fraud and shit +Cause you a faker, you ain't no motherfucking gangsta +Like 50 Cent say, you just a wanksta +How you claim to be a hustla, when you flat broke +My nigga I'm stepping out, in a mink coat +I got blue, black, red (red) +I got a lot of girls, some of em give me head +Some of em give me bread, when my money get low +I use to fuck, one three days in a row +But she wouldn't let me drive her car +So I found me a bitch, with a Jaguar +Now I got, two herbs in mind +So don't try and jack, cause I'll burst a nine +That's one shot, two shot, three shot, fo' +And if you don't die, I'ma shoot five mo' +Yeah nigga, I'm on my grind +I'm just like Nas, I'm a mastermind +You got a plan, before you try to do something +Get a rubber, before you try to screw something + +(*talking*) +Yeah ha-ha, it's your boy Lil' Flip man +I represent the 7-1-3, nigga +Shouts out to all my niggas in H-Town +Big H.A.W.K., Chris Ward, (Pokey), Z-Ro +3-2, (Big Moe), all my niggas in H-Town +(Lil Troy), Wise Guys, (T-2), can't forget +Who else I'm leaving out in this motherfucker +Shouts out to the motherfucking Walston, you know +All the Houston niggas getting they money +C-Note, Willean, that's how we doing it +Who else we forget, can't forget +J-Mack and Mad Hatter, 97.9-97.1 House Party +All that shit, we repping this motherfucking 7-1-3 +Nigga, holla back, ha-ha, iight +Oh can't forget my nigga Swamp, my bad dog +We can't forget Ron Wilson +He got the Lamborghini, you see it + + +Real Hip Hop(*Talking*) +Oh, oh, oh, haha +You know what this is right? +This the real hip hop +None of that watered down shit you used to +Rest in peace Big L, rest in peace Big Pun +Rest in peace Left Eye, and rest in peace Aaliyah + +[Verse 1] +It ws all a dream, the fancy limousines had me on a paper chase +Back befo' Snoop Dogg beat his murder case +I used to jam Run-D.M.C +Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie +When LL was bad with that gold rope phone +Back when niggas used beepers now we got mobile phones +Me and my homies used to battle at the park +We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark +We used to wear cross colors now we love Guess +"6 minutes your on" like Dougie E. Fresh +I'm capable, I'm makin dough like Puffy did +But this ain't happen overnight, trust me kid +Now e'rybody wanna spit 16 +And live the glamourous life, on the T.V. screen +But it ain't that easy, y'all rappers cheesy +I can't leave rap alone my fans need me + +[Chorus] +This the real hip hop +(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie) +This the real hip hop +(Ay, when I'm on stage my niggas rockin with me) +This the real hip hop +(Ay, this time around I need five mics) +This the reall hip hop +(Cause my whole album ain't about ice) + +[Verse 2] +Huh, back in the days, Kool Herc was DJin +But nowadays e'rybody instant replayin (damn) +Ain't nobody scratchin now (why?) +Cause e'rybody goin platinum now +I'm a Nigga With a Attitude like Cube and them +I got fame when I start fuckin with Screw and them +Freestylin on tapes, for eight minutes straight +Pick a beat, rap to it, get another out the crate +Thanks to hip hop I got a whole lot of cake +I'm like these rappers actin like they move a whole lot of weight +But wait, in my state I'm considered the great +And I refuse to pay for radio play +Rest in peace Justo, we gon miss you dog +I know Jam Master Jay and Screw with you dog +They'll never be a DJ better than y'all +And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah + +[Chorus] - 1 1/2 + + +Soufside Still Holdin’ (Street)Chorus: +Souf side still holdin and it ain't no lie +We ride on 4 wit tv's inside +We all suckafree, got the game sewed +When we put the mic down, say man hold up +(repeat) + +Verse: +Souf side still holdin im in a expedition +With a sign on the back that say lets go fishin +Im Lil Flip, the freestyle king u know me +Baggats and trillion cuts all in my rolie +I just went to the car lot and bought a limo +I got 7 dvd's and im watchin RamBo +When i hit the club i ain't starrin at hoes +I know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's +I got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades +Lil Flip pull stunts like Super Dave +I keep ballin, keep crawlin, keep prawlin +People wanna know where im at keep callin +Cuz im a baller im always top of the line +2000 Bentley watch it squat to the grind +Poppin bottles of wine, Moet and crystyle +On the souf side i keep my hand on my pistyle +Cuz people be always tryna show off +They try to jack but i won't take my 4's off +I know.. i gotta shine, get rotation on 97.9 +U might see my car redder than the nose of Rudolph +Freestyle 10 minutes at Screw House +The freestyle king i always go hard +After concerts i might pull yo braud + +( repeat chrous til fade) + + +Can’t Let You Go[Lil' Flip - talking] +Wheew +Reality check +I ain't hear to, sing to ya +Ring a ring to ya +Bitch please (bitch please) +Bitch please, lick these! +You tease +Sucka free + +[Lil' Flip] +Bitch please, you don't need to miss me +Cuz when I come around you don't even kiss me +But it's coo (it's coo), I ain't a foo (ain't a foo) +It's twelve thirty, how the fuck you at schoo +Bitch please, I'm about to leave +Cuz I, got another trick up my sleeve +Be gone I don't need you no mo +Cuz you ain't shit but a dirty ass hoe +Bitch please, you wearin' ya friends clothes +Broke, smokin' my indo +Tryin', to stay in my fuckin' house (get the fuck out) +Bitch, quit, runnin ya mouth +Bitch please, I don't like ya ass +If ya go to jail, hoe I won't write ya ass +I won't lick ya ass, I'll jus stick ya ass +Treat ya like a bug n i'll pick ya ass +Bitch please, then I'm jumpin' in my lambo (lambo) +Got a gun niggas call me rambo +Don't give a damn I got more ammo +Lil Ron, that's my fammo + +[Pimpin' Ken] +Bitch Please, you can't understand +I'm the thug type dude, I don't hold no hands +What you talkin' bout you wanna be my wife +Bitch, you gave the nigga head on the first night +That ain't right, Bitch please +Ya listnin to ya friends +Tryna go through the mall and hit me from my ends +Tryna roll my benz, I can't let that happen +That's why a nigga, keep on rappin' +Bitch Please, I don't fuck wit u +You a busta type bitch, runnin wit ya crew +Everythang ain't all good, when ya in the place +Ya make a nigga wanna put a punch to ya face + +[Lil' Flip] +Bitch please, I don't play that shit +When you talkin' wit ya girls, don't say that shit +That I be doin, or who I be fuckin' +Cuz I'm gonna come, and give yo ass a concussion +What the fuck was you thinkin? +Jus because I got a benz, that I don't have a lincoln? +What the fuck was you doin? +Why the fuck, why you playin wit me, what you persuin? +I know you wanna come to a nigga house (house) +You on ya period, then put it in ya mouth +Like jigga said, fuck what a nigga said +Don't fuck wit him, Lil' Flip got bigga bread +I got money, and I got that shit for safe +Got a mutha fuckin ring and a nice face +Won't catch a case, I gotta good lawyer +Cuz when you knock a nigga out, errybody saw ya +Fuck that, I got a gun nigga bitch please +Got more jewlery than Mista T +I'm like Mister freeze, lookin' at my watch (why) +Shit tac toe, I got the clover on the top (nigga) +I'm in the block (block), I'm in the drop (drop) +Niggas know the cops, runnin' in the spot (spot) +If ya, too hot (hot) tryna be too fast +Yea I don't sell drugs so don't ever ask me +Don't put shit past me, Imma have to get niggas who blast me +I ain't trippin' on these niggas, I ain't slippin' on these niggas +Imma pull off my belt, and give a whippin' to these niggas + +[Lil' Flip - talking] +Haha, Lil' Flip +Bitch please +This how we do it (this how we do it) +Bitch please, bitch please, bitch please + + +It’s a Fact (Remix)(*talking*) +Ha, I see they watching watching +You know, it's a fact niggas don't like to see you wit nothing +It's like crabs in a bucket, everybody wanna pull you down man +It's fucked up, but that's how the world is, you should be +Happy for the next man when he make it, but it's a fact +Nine out of ten, black people are jealous (jealous) + +[Lil' Flip] +Take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see +You see a nigga, who dropped a c.d. (yeah) +Yeah, I got a deal now (deal now) +I still gotta keep it real now (real now) +Niggas like damn Flip, how it feel now (feel now) +To have platinum records, just like your grill now +It feel good cause I work, it feel good my nigga +That's why I got, my fucking logo on my shirt +I'm proud (I'm proud), I did what I did (I did that) +But law, they sign a type kid +I made it, these niggas can't fade it +They hate it, magazines wanna rate it +But MTV, play my shit everyday (everyday) +BET, play my shit everyday (everyday) +BET, play your shit every May (ha ha) +So who's the fucking nigga getting paid, me +Underground, I rule that (I rule that) +Rookies, nigga I school that +These hoes see Flip, they start to drool +Cause I'm a god damn fool +And if you don't know, now you know +Cause I'm a motherfucking pimp, you the hoe +I'm the leader you the follower, nigga you ain't shit +If that shit don't go gold or platinum, it ain't a hit +Thirty thousand, what the fuck are you saying, are you playing +Nigga I'm Lil' Flip, I'm a god damn man +I stand up for my rights, my weed is what I light +Every time I spit a freestyle, you know that bitch tight +I ain't have to write, cause I was born like this +Nigga, in the click I was sworn like this +Now I'm the leader, nigga I'm the general +I drink O's so I could water, from my minerals +Wake up roll a blunt, get on the phone +Nigga, I'm doing real estate buy you a home +Buy you some land, don't worry bout a motherfucking +Chain and the ice, on the van +20's on the truck, you can't stand that car +All you could do, is play in that car +If you get jacked, you might lay in that car +Nigga the police see him, nigga they in that car +But uh be smart nigga, be street smart +Don't go to jail and come out, a sweetheart +A faggot, if you straight stay straight +If you got love nigga, watch out for the hate +I did a million out the gate, what about you +Nigga, I represent for my nigga Screw +Rest in peace my nigga, cause he showed me love +We had drank, and he po'd me mud +We use to go to the club, he use to DJ +I would freestyle fast, like I'm at a relay +I'm on my beat tape, cause he made me +Yeah, I did a show and he paid me one +One G, it was cool, shit I was just +A young nigga, still going to school +Yeah I had them Jordans, everytime they came out +I was a balla, so I didn't really hang out +I use to skip class, to get some ass +Sometimes me and hoes, we went to Six Flags +Come to the gallery, and leave with big bags +Fuck philly blunts, I use to smoke zig-zags +Now I smoke golden raps +I went platinum, but I spit thoed in raps +You feel me, these niggas don't know who the king +Who the pro, turn off the lights and I glow +Get a hoe, take her straight to the Mo' +Cause if she ain't a dime, she can't come through my do' +You feel me, that's the truth my nigga +Check the billboard, that's the proof my nigga +It's going bling bling, that's the tooth my nigga +You play with me, and I'ma shoot my nigga +I'm in a Coupe, speeding, racing +Laws get behind me, I'm purple hazing +Blowing while it's snowing, you know I'm flowing +I'm sipping drank, I got my codeine open +Po' it up, the weed grow it up +You don't pay me my money, I ain't showing up +Come and thought I was a punk naw, I ain't a punk +I got a pump, that'll put you in the trunk +I fuck with Hump, I fuck with my nigga Redd +I use to fuck hoes, because they real silly +But now, I gotta stay back (stay back) +This is the payback, 23 inches on the made back +Cadillac, as a matter of fact (what) +I had to adapt to my neighborhood, ghetto habitat +And I'm not having that, you ain't gon fuck me +You talking shit, but you ain't gon touch me +You hating on me, but I made you +I'm just like some brand new jeans, you can't fade it +I'm the greatest, but I'm fucking with the mic +Got a bitch, got a fo' and a Sprite +And I might get higher, this bud got that fire +I need eight million, when a nigga retire + +(*talking*) +(fire, fire) he's on fire (he's on fire) +(he's on fire) I'm on fire nigga +(I blaze the bitch) like Beanie Sigel say nigga +It's the truth (Sucka Free) you know (biatch) +This the motherfucking freestyles man +You know the hell I'm saying +This what I'm telling y'all niggas + +If you ain't Sucka Free, don't fuck with me +Cause I know you got your eyes, on my luxury - 2x + +And it's a fact (it's a fact) +All you hating ass nigga didn't want me to make it +I thought I told you, we don't fake it (biiatch) +We don't fake it, we don't fake it nigga + + +What’s My Name[Hook: Lil' Flip] +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who was the one that had ya'll leanin to the left? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who got the hottest rap album on the shelf? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who went platinum with one video? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who smokin dro in every state he go? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who made the world say 'I can do dat'? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +I'm ridin spinners on my Cadillac +[They call him Lil' Flip] +Who got everybody wearin yellow diamonds? +[They call him Lil' Flip] +I ain't Baby but you know I'm big tymin' + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +Me and Greg Street ridin'in a red Jeep +We doing one-fifty nigga I bet you can't catch me +You gon' respect me-my Glock nine protect me +I'm the one on 'How I'm Livin' with the candy Jetski +Elevators in my crib, Burberry in my car +Fire dro' by the jar, burn rubber on the tar +I like to show off-I use to be the class clown +But my teacher always said "Flip sit you're ass down" +"or you can leave the class now" so I left and got paid +But don't get it twisted I made straight A's +But school didn't pay so I started to rap +Cause I wanna ride rims, I don't want no hub-caps +So I picked up my pen but I really don't need it +If I ain't in the magazine then I really want read it +I can't be defeated cause I'm workin too hard +"oh my gosh, that boy rims still spinnin on his car" + +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +I get respect on the East, I get respect on the West +Got plenty jewels on my neck, got 22's on my Lex +I'm 22 years old with 22 bad hoes +Cause real playas get chose if you don't know, now ya know +You know I got crazy flow, and I make crazy dough +Cause whenever I'm shoppin I make e'm close down the sto' (store) +You know we ballin for real nigga I'm tellin the truth +So if I ever go broke, sorry I'm sellin the Coupe +But that ain't gonna happen-cause I'm a keep on rappin +And if I keep on grindin, I'm a keep goin platinum +So people think I'm cappin but I'm just livin my life +Cause I married the streets dogg and that's my wife + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +So that's me and everything gotta feed +I should be payin'rent cause I live on BET (They call him Lil' Flip) +Yep, yep that's my other nickname +(Daaaaammmnnn!) Yep that's my other big chain (They call him Lil' Flip) +I'm in the Hummer you ain't ready for my whip game +Rims so big my adapters won't fit mayne +Look at my kicks mayne all of e'm custom +I gotta make it cause I can't go back to hustlin' +I'm focused man with no distractions +I'm multiplying money nigga, no subtraction +Just relaxing and livin'it up +Nigga you ain't no pimp so give me that cup + +[Hook: Lil' Flip] + + +Family TraditionSee I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta +I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G +My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta +So you know they had to pass the shit down to me + +Let's do it + +Yeah, I move like a gangsta with that 45 +I'm riding high I'm Interstate 45 +Benz with a stash box, G5 laptop +So many keys, I can open up a padlock + +My black lock, my hat cocked to the right +I'm a nigga with a attitude for life +These little kids like to mimic what they see +Go to college, play ball or get a GED + +You wanna be a G-A-N-G-S-T-A +But you don't know niggas lose they life +Every day drug wars between different drug lords +And I'm like yeap mouth nigga, I'm a thug lord + +I never start beef but I cook it though +Nigga, you can't afford this car what you lookin' for +I thought so you will never be me +Pay attention to my words 'cause the life of a G + +See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta +I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G +My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta +So you know they had to pass the shit down to me + +See I don't try to be hard 'cause rap, nigga +'Cause legally I walk around with a strap, nigga +So if you run up on me tryin' to rap, nigga +When I clap nigga, it's a rap, nigga + +Y'all motherfuckers ain't hard, nigga +You a gimic, nigga we the next rappers life and no limit, nigga +They love me in the hood 'cause I made a way +'Cause now I got them niggas on the road gettin' paid + +A real gangsta, I ballin', we don't need a sale +A real gangsta a dip, we don't even care +I ran the streets before four years tryin' make it happen +From basketball to that Power Rex, naw I made it rappin' + +See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta +I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G +My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta +So you know they had to pass the shit down to me + +See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta +I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G +My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta +So you know they had to pass the shit down to me + +Now it's 2005 +And I'm still here I been rappin' since '95 +So that's 10 years, I been around of Gs my whole life +'Cause my daddy taught me young, it's a cold life + +He told me make sure my Cali goes straight 3 +Before I make a honest livin' to stay free +So back then I studied 'Pac and Jay-Z +Me and my crew stealin' Polo from Macy's + +But I don't smoke with everybody 'cause they lace weed +That why when I cop Dro it's a QP +It'll last me for a week then I'm back again +Goddamn look at them spinners on my lakazin + +See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta +I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G +My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta +So you know they had to pass the shit down to me + +See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta +I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G +My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta +So you know they had to pass the shit down to me + + +Get it Crunk[Hook] +We came here to get it crunk like (jump!) +In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!) +Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!) +Niggas get out of line we hit 'em up like + +[Verse 1] +Well I'm flippin' and grippin' my woodgrain steering wheel (steering wheel) +I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel (Ha ha!) +It feel good to cash checks every other day (yes!) +If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way +Miss me with that bullshit dawg I'm on the grind (grind) +You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down +Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on +You can bet your bottom dollar they get some +If you think you strong enough to take a shot (jump!) +I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now (jump!) +These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize (I'm sorry, I'm sorry) +You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride + +[Hook] (2x) + +[Verse 2] +Look I'm a pimp +Mine is the 3-piece suit +My grill the same color as my GT Coupe +Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle +There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer +I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash (cash) +Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last (my last) +The prices (jump!) +If you out of town and you need a bird (jump!) +I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve (jump!) +You don't want beef wit my squad nigga (jump!) +Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga (jump!) +Stupid if you wanted dawg +These hollow tips gon' put you in a coma dawg. ya dig? + +[Hook] (2x) + +[Verse 3] +Hey! +Niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody +Or you a stick-up kid why you ain't got nobody? (stop lyin!) +Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford +You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord (Ha Ha!) +And tell valet not to scratch my wheeeel +Or he gon' leave here wit a busted liiiip +Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deviiiille +I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kiiiiiill +Hey! I'm like Jeezy I trap or die (trap or die) +And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire +I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it +Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed + +[Hook] (2x) + +Hey I bet he won't (jump!) +Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!) +Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!) +She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't (jump!) +She actin' like a bitch 'cause I know she won't (jump!) +Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!) +Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!) +Oh, Oh, Oh, y'all better not (jump!) +You fuck around and get (jump!) +Ha-ha! Whoo! +Shout to my nigga Zab Judah +Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin' +What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins +Yeah, holla at yo boy! + + +Game Over 12"[Intro] +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (Hahahahaha)(wooo) +Game Over, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah +Game Over, (yeah, the remix) +The remix, the remix, the remix +Clover geeeeees in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho) +We got G-unit it the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho,) +UGK in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho) +It's Lil' Flip, Young Buck and Bun B holla at em' + +[Young Buck] +My Chain hanging twenty fo's on my escalde and... +I Smoke so much a lot of people might think I'm a jamacian +I know just where to take em' straight to the dirty dirty +Where Bun come from, and Lil' Flip flip them birdie birdies +Me and Banks Bank heading out in ATL +50 riding with me blowing sticky down in cashville +We keep the club crunk ya'll know how we do it +Now let me see you stomp (stomp) in your G-units +They say I'm dressed like a thug, they won't let me in +Security better move or get up on my level then +The hood in here, where they at, (here we go buck) +Now let's buy the bar and drink till we throw up + +[Chorus] +(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip +(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip +(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip +(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) + +[Lil' Flip] +Lil' Flip is in the building, oh boy (oh boy) +Ah shit I had to do a remix +I got a thousand dollar shirt, plus three hundred dollar kicks +I know you mad cause your gal love my voice (ooooooo) +I know you mad I'm on the cover of the source (nooooooo) +I take fifteen minutes to drop a track boy +You ain't know I got Houston tatted on my back boy +I be in Philly with "Beans", I be with "50" in queens +I be in Houston with Bun, I keep a gun +From the crack game, to the rap game +But my main goal is to try to stack change +I'm number one on the charts you at the bottom boy +Cause if you drop when I drop, it's a problem boy +I got kicks for days, I move bricks and haze +I'm big pimping like "Jay" we choppin' blades +And clover gees on top of my chain +When I die put a crown on top of my name, holla +(now who they want) +(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) (now who they want) + +[Chorus] + +[Bun B] +It's the king of the underground, the king of the thrill +In that candy Cadillac with pinky ring on the wheel +Diamonds against the wood, southern side stunting +And it's nothing for Bun B to come down on them bustas +I saw your rims fool, the spinners but they not dammit +See that's that half ass hustling, let's not have it +You wanna ball with the best, just go ball with the rest +Got more TV's in my car then best buy +You can just cry, your crew or a takeover +My nine' will give you a new grill like extreme makeover +Do this Pimp C, come home we move the fake over +To lame over, and it's the same cause the... game (over) + +[Chorus X2] + + +Remember Me[Hook] +Remember me, that lil' nigga playing ball +Remember me, like Warren G and Mack 10 I want it all +Remember me, that young nigga spitting raps +The rats looking for cheese, that's why we call it the trap + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm one of the few, that drink Mountain Dew +With so much lean, it might turn it blue +I got so much green, I might burn a few +Stacks on throwbacks, plus tennis shoes +Matter fact, jerseys played out now +I run this mob shit, hey you gotta wait outside +Cause we don't talk around strangers, we use our codes +And it's gon be like that, until my casket close +Remember me, as the cat with the baddest hoes +In a week and a half, his album's gold +I use to ride big bodies, and switch the lanes +Like Jay-Z and J.D., money ain't a thang +Man fuck this rap game, cause I been through it all +From rocking hole in the walls, to arena crowds +And the ladies love my style, cause I'm debonair +Look we ain't gotta fuck, just braid my hair + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Lil' Flip] +Only time will tell, whether I lose or fail +What I look like, sitting in the middle of jail +When my family need me, I gotta make ends meet +In 9-9, I was the first to have a black Benz Jeep +So I creep, the Astros got beat +The next week, St. Louis got sweeped +It's like we almost make it, but we never take it shit +I'm on the road, trying to be the greatest +I got a good work ethic, I ain't never relaxed +If you can't afford a verse, I'll make ya a track +I a-ttack the beats, with my lyrics nigga +You see that Continental Coupe, don't go near it nigga +Remember me, as the cat with two gold teeth +Back when me and Carl, use to patch up and eat +I thank my hood for the love, that they showed me man +I'm the white chocolate of rap, you can't hold me man + +[Hook - 2x] + +[Lil' Flip] +Hey, I got tattoos on my hand +And the beef squashed, if you admit you a fan +Can't nobody down here, do it like I do +And we extort niggas, what about you +Nigga move, cause I ain't got nothing to prove +Before "Never Scared", wasn't nobody fucking with you +I'm a fly, young nigga-ro +I'll put you in a full nelson, but I got rap in a figga fo' +Check the sco', cause I'm up by eighty +And it's the third quarter nigga, I am the greatest +Rapper my age, with a gang of hits +And you need to step up your weak chain, ya bitch + +(*talking*) +Ha-ha nigga, you know how I do it nigga +I got two houses on my neck nigga, ya dig +A Bentley watch, a Bentley car Maybach +All that shit, you know I'm saying +You need to have MTV, pimp your motherfucking ride +Cause we got the real spinners +Not the kind with the adaptors, ya know +Clover G's nigga, know how we do it +My nigga Price on the track ya know, respect nigga +I paid my dues, so I'ma make the world remember me + + +Hey Ho[Hook] +Hey ho (hey ho), let's go (let's go) +I know, cause we can get it on tonite +You fine (you fine), I pimp (I pimp) +And I walk with a limp +Man you know the dro got me feelin' tight +I'm rich (I'm rich), you po' (you po') +Now you know, it's time to hit the block and grind +I pimp (I pimp), I ball (I ball) +And twenty's how I crawl +Can't stop a nigga in his prime + +[Lil' Flip] +Now I was in Washington at the playas ball +Every pimp was there yeh in gator's and all +I had to fade 'em all I had to pop my collar +Valet my car yeh I'm in the drop Impala +You got to swallow if you givin' me brain +I'm goin' for the chart don't be givin' me pain +You can get in the car don't touch shit in the car +Do this, get on that plane put this brick in ya bra +Come back, bring me the change in a hundred stacks +Cause you know how we do it when we makin' that +I'ma gi' you your cut and you gon' gi' me my shit +And that's the way we do it now I'm in the lab droppin' hits +Undergrounds get me paid, shows I'm on stage +Hoes go in a rage when they see me on stage +Cause I'm iced out when they see my chain they be like +Who cut the lights out, niggas at the stores tryna figure out +When I drop, I'm comin' sooner than you think +In the summer time tanktop winter time mink + +[Hook] + +[Will Lean] +Hey ma, I done seen bitches come and go +That skeeze and fiends that have dreams to become a hoe +Scream Geronimo, ya deep in the Pacific +(I can hit it all night), if you wanna be specific +Baby feel terrific when ya shake that ass +Ain't no end when your friends tell you to make that cash +Go on make it fast, see if you make it last +After every niggas smash, you mistaken for thrash +Bitch where's my cash?, Will Lean the pimp +Pimp cups up bitch with codine to sip +I'm a Clover G, and I walkin' in dough +And every twenty five feet nigga I'm walkin' on mo' +Lil' Flipper, yo we gots the gats +Them botany boys motherfucka, we gots them stacks +S.U.C and we holdin' it down +Cloverland on top and we holdin' the crown + +[C-Note] +I know this chick from the north side that like to freak +Fucked the hoe in the back of the jeep, Clover G's ain't weak +Watch me creep, holdin' on a wood grain wheel +Plus I got the diamond grill uh +We be winnin', I love the way this free world spinnin' +We been hot from the beginning shit +It's Botany Boys, creepin' wid them chopper toys +Quick to break ya off proper boy shit +Call her cell, take her to the next hotel +Young bitch know how to fuck like hell +Call her friends, they pull up in a big bod Benz +I guess we ain't the only one that playin' wid ends + + +Fly Boy (Remix)(feat. Mike Jones) + +[Lil Flip:] +Remix +Hey Pimpin +Im Lookin At Ya Jewlry Game And I See U Like Wearin Those Lil Bitty Stones Man +Get U Some Rocks Man +Im Tha #1 Fly Boy +Im In The Building With Mike Jones +And Free My Nigga Z-Ro Cuz + +[Chorus:] +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy + +[Verse:] +Im Still Fly, Im Still High, Yeah My Haze Blue +And Screw Made Me, Nigga I Didn't Make Screw +Now Im With Wanner Brothas +My Budget Much Bigga +And Yeah Im Fuck Wit 50 And Yeah I Fuck Wit Jigga +Maybach Coupe, That Bitch All White +If It Ain't Front Row, I Ain't Goin To Tha Fight +Yall Niggas Missin Flights, And Thats A Damn Shame +You Should Take Ya Show Money And Go And Buy An Airplane +Just Peep Tha Chain, Peep Tha Rang, Peep Tha Grill Boy +You Try To Take It And You Gonna Meet Tha Steel Boy +Im Reppin Texas All Day Im Not A Gimic +You Know Damn Well I Sold The Most Independent + +[Chorus:] +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy + +[Verse 2:] +When I Pull Up All Tha Hoes Be Tryin To Take A Flick Wit Me +And Yeah Im Strapped Even Though I Got My Click Wit Me +450 Large I Just Let Tha Credit Card Charge +You Drankin Karo, I Be On That Real Bar +Candy Cars Screened Up +Bitch Roll My Green Up +We Fuck Ya Head Up Cuz Me And Mike Teamed Up +Cuz Its A Texas Thang +You Hear My Teaxs Slang +And Err' Thang Cheap If You Want That Teaxs Cane +I Told Kevin Black, I Need Another Plaque +I Stepped My Game Up Dog Im Even Makin Tracks +My Tennis Shoe's Comin, My Watch's Comin Next +So Get Tom On Tha Phone And Tell Em Cut Tha Check + +[Chorus:] +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy + +[Verse 3: Mike Jones] +I Keep 22's On My Foriegn Whips And 84's On My Hood Car +Before Tha Album Sold 1.5 Tha Streets Know Ive Been Good Boy +Got Tha Best Drops, Best Broads +Best Diamonds, Best Cars +Best Lean, Best Green +Best Clothes And Best Bar +Ice Age And Clover G's Fly Private Jets Over Seas +You Mad At Me Cause Your Baby Girl Wanna Leave You And Come Fly Wit Me +I Said Ice Age And Clover G's Fly Private Jets Over Seas +You Mad At Me Cause Your Baby Girl Wanna Leave You And Come Fly Wit Me +Cuz Imma Fly Boy, Roll Around In Em Fly Toys +Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy +I Said Cuz Imma Fly Boy, Roll Around In Em Fly Toys +Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy + +[Chorus:] +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy +Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin +Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy + + +The Biz(Lil' Flip talkin) +Ay this is for everybody +That wanna get in the rap game +This is for everybody +That think you just get in the rap game +And blow up over night +This is for everybody that think +Its easy to be on T.V in front of limo's +And buy rolex's ha its better known +As bleed and suck look + +(Verse One: Flip) +I started rappin when I was about thirteen +I was into basketball not this hip hop thing +I started doin talent shows I was bein curious +But I didn't know one day I would be serious +I use to always freestyle until the end of the beat +And I use to take my demo's to the end of my street +To another local rapper I thought could help +But in this rap game people all about theyself +So that made me work harder I picked up my pin +All though I kinda felt bad I picked up my chin +I made my own rap group Hustlaz Stackin Endz +And I can't wait for me and Hump to drive a platinum benz + +(Chorus) +Its the biz +(where anything can happen) +Its the biz +(everybody and they mama be rappin) +Its the biz +(everybody gotta shine rule one +Read before you sign that dotted line) + +(Verse Two: Flip) +So I started freestylin every chance I got +The word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot +I'm the hardest B.G rhymin in my state +Thats when C-Note let me do "Diamonds-N-Yo-Face" +Song was gettin played like fifty times a day +Then we hit the road doin shows tryna get paid +I started doin karioes tryna get out there +It didn't take long for me to put another hit out there +Now I'm in the studio tryna make dollar bills +Some people owe me fa sho since they live down the street +Rollers actin like they broke (man show us some love) +I'm tired of hearin that shit all the time +Me and Hump puttin it down nigga I ain't lyin +I got record labels mad cause I ain't sign +Some niggas stealin my rhymes but I'm still gon' shine +If you can't see this biz dirty then you must be blind + +(Chorus) +Its the biz +(I'm tryna survive) +Its the biz +(man forget a ninety five) +Its the biz +(boy the game is cursole sometimes +You just can't think like the rest) + +(Verse Three: Hump) +Its a dirty game but who's to blame +I'm a stay independent y'all choose the fame +Ain't nothin changed still workin the clock +95 made outta wood and a sun roof on top +And when we sittin on ya block y'all beez in shock +Cause Houston got Lil' Flip like caddie have crop +When you see Sucka Free give us our props +Cause we run this rap game believe it or not + +(Lil' Flip talkin) +Now you got two choices +You can be a rapper or you can be a C-E-O +Either you can be with the devil +Or you can be with god +Which one you wanna be with + +(Verse Four: Flip) +And if you ain't gettin sued then you might be suin +And if your fans ain't clappin they might be booin +And if you ain't gettin paid then you might not get paid +I'm sorry sometimes thats how the game gets played +And if you ain't on tour you might not have one +Its 90% business the other half fun +Some niggas get raped for everything they earn +Its just like sex with no protection you get burned + +(Chorus) +Its the biz +(I'm Sucka Free) +Its the biz +(everybody want luxury) +Its the biz +(you know what I mean lets talk about +Contracts and get the green) + +(Flip) +I heard...you got jacked for your ride +Its the biz +I heard...a nigga usin your lines +Its the biz +I heard...a nigga bought you a car +Its the biz +He said that he gon' make you a star +And you ain't seen no money so far +Thats the biz and now you know +Knowin is half the battle thats the biz + + +Still Ballin’[Lil' Flip - talking] +Still ballin' +Ye, we still ballin' +Still ballin', haha +Ye, real definition of ballin' + +[Lil' Flip] +I'm still ballin', like trick daddy and pac +Pullin' up in the big do' caddy drop +So top that, I bet you can't cop that +I let you niggas eat, now I want my spot back +Nigga, I the streets, I bring the heat +Yo bitch can't be a muslim, because she suckin' me +Balls, cuz I crawl, down to see ya'll smokin' +I even get love, way down in Oakland +Feel my pain, and feel my shit +Give me ten minutes, I'll give ya a hit +Just give me a drawin', give me a kick +And watch me drop some tight ass shit +Still ballin', we change to diamonds you knw they still callin' +Twenty inch sprewells still crawlin' +So that mean lil flip is ballin' +I know you see the car, you see the ride +You look in my eyes, you see I'm high +The niggas beef, thinkin' I'm slippin' +But the reason I'm up, is I ain't sippin' +I used to have a golden smile +Now I fuck wit golden child +I went to school, I graduated +Nineteen ninety nine I navigated +Jumpin' out the lincoln, iceberg swaggin' +Yeah I got money, so it ain't really braggin' +Niggas be hatin', over hoes that I'm datin' +I'm freestylin', this is demonstration +Bitch ass niggas wanna act like they hard +Everybody in the world, know you fraud +Oh, you too old for that shit, you need to grow the fuck up +Nah, but on the real you need to blow the fuck up +Or shut the fuck up, and get out the game +Cuz I'm michael Jordan, and I want another rang +And I know you mad, cuz I'm the champion +I know you like to stirred, but it can't be done +Bitch! + +[Lil' Flip - talking] +Haha, still ballin' +Haha, it's ya boi lil flip +This the new underground shit +Straight freestyles shit +Niggas ain't on that battle rap shit no mo +Sell some records +You can be the best battler nigga +But if you can't sell no records, they gon drop ya +Now battle that +Platinum record, one single +I run the south, biatch +Shout out to my niggas Play-n-Skillz +Motherfuckin' Dallas, Houston connection +We ballin', nigga +Feel me, screwed up Texas +You know how we do + + +Ain’t No PartyOh, next light bust a right +It's not gonna be too hard +If there's no parking on the street pull up on their front yard +Don't bring no vodka, or whisky +We've got everything you need +Just bring a pair of your dancing shoes and get down to this beat + +Let's go down +Wash that sugar down +You gotta realize that there ain't no party +Like the party going on in my house +Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year +Because there ain't no party +Like the party going on in my house +But it would be so much better if you were only here +... Mmmm, oh, that's right. Mmmm +Prom night, Oscar night, got all that BS beat + +There's twenty girls for every single boy +And their crazy from this heat +We'll take you up and down and everywhere in between +Mom and Dad are out of town all week +So you better get on your feet + +If you can not find the lyrics you want, You may want to request them +Let's go down. Wash that sugar down +Ain't No Party +Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house +Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year +Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house +But it would be so much better if you were only here +Mmmm. Oh I think it's gonna get hot tonight + +Brothers and sisters moving in together so +So nice and tight +Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now +Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?) +And the temperatures rise +Better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ... + +Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house +Better believe that its gonna be the biggest night of the year +Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house +But it would be so much better if you were only here +If only you were here + + +Da Roof(Lil' Flip) +Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high +On Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky +We call it dro'ya'll call it lye +All I need is a sweet to get me by +I'm super fly like Missy +Drink Moette until I'm pissy +I pulled up in a Bentley +Hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P +Blowing that light green +No sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z +And you know me stay blowed puffing and passing +You split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing + +(Chorus) +Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire +We don't need matches real smokers use lighters +Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire +We don't need matches real smokers use lighters + +(Lil' Flip) +Smoke all day thats what I do +When I think about my nigga Screw +I break bread with my crew +I smoke green, purple, even blue +I dont know about you but I love to smoke +Play Grand Theft and crack a joke +Or go to the club and snatch a hoe +Thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe +We smoke dro'to get higher +I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires +Cause Haddy's got that fire +And when I retire I'm a still be smoking hay +Like (?whos ya conflict?)or mail man and Drey +So if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy +Cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy +We can roll a sack boy and get so high +But when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes + +(Chorus) +Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire +We don't need matches real smokers use lighters +Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire +We don't need matches real smokers use lighters + + +Flip’n on My Block(*talking*) +Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip +(that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street +It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah + +[Lil Flip] +(on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and 'Face +And don't nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight +(on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they car +And if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood star +So holla at a nigga, when you get your check +And if it's 800 dollars, you about to triple that +(on my block), we staying up playing dominoes +And we got boosters in the hood, that be selling fake clothes +That's how the game go, when you living in my city +And niggas in the hood, they don't show no pity +So don't act hot seditty, when you see me at a show +And the reason we don't hang, cause you act like a hoe +(on my block), the little kids they be smoking weed +And if you go to sleep, they coming to steal your ten speed +I'm from the C to the L-O-V-E-R-Land +And where I'm from (Cloverland), bitch I'm the man + +[Hook] +On my block, everybody on the corner hustling +On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons +On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy +I can't leave freestyling alone, the game need me + +[Lil Flip] +(on my block), you might see my nigga Greg Street +In a black G-Wagon, or that black Bentley +Or you might see my nigga, C-Note in the drop +You might see my nigga, Will-Lean on the block +You might see my nigga, Rebel at the Chop Shop +You might see my nigga D, at the Barber Shop +You might see my niggas, on Groden shooting hoops +Or you might see my nigga T.A.Z., rolling in a Coupe +You might see my nigga Dre, from S.A +Or you might see my nigga Ken, at Quickway +Or you might see the cops, just rolling through the hood +Trying to bust another nigga, when they see you living good + +[Hook] + +[Lil Flip] +You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they face +We drive fo' wheelers on flat beds, so nigga let's race +And we can't catch a case, cause we got the best lawyers +And I spit dead in your face, now that's some gangsta shit for ya +And to my fans, who really buy my shit +I appreciate the love, cause y'all made me rich +And if it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be shit +So I'ma hold this shit down, for the Screwed Up Click + +On my block, ha-ha, ha-ha + + +We Ain’t Scared (Undaground Legend)(talking) + +(Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x) +We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us +And try to bust and when you think we ain't gone care We ain't scared, and just because we +Serious, mysterious and curious + +(Lil' Flip) +You niggas acting like hoes, wearing eachother clothes +Bragging about platinum, nigga that's white gold +Fake niggas talk, and real niggas hush +Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust +Y'all got me fucked up, I been a street nigga +And when it's cold outside, I bring my heat nigga +Don't beef with me nigga, cause I get down and dirty +I make a call at one o'clock, you gone by one-thirty +Nigga I ain't scared I pack, infrareds +My enemies like batteries, half of em dead +You heard what I said, I'm down with trigga play +Cause all you see in convicts and killas, where I stay +I know Hump, got my front and Redd, got my back +I know Bizzy, got a tech and I'm coming with a mac +So start riding your wheel, we coming with the steel +And it's a fact, that most niggas mouth get em killed + +(Chorus - 2x) +(Lil' Flip) +I cock and spray, hit you from a block away +We ain't scared, believe me we got a lot to say +And if you see me in the club with a smile on my face +That don't mean shit cause I got a nine on my waist +So you can play Superman and get your ass paralyzed +Cause when it comes to my guns, they all super-sized +You better recognize we ain't Sucka Free for nothing +So when I say I'ma get you, you know I ain't bluffing +Cause niggas turn into hoes when you pull a gun out +And if I pull a gun out, I'm trying to knock a lung off +Now who the boss, nigga you already know +I got a team of headbusters, where ever I go +And if you got beef let me know I'm ready for war +I got a semi-automatic that'll machete your car +And next time you talk down, I'ma teach you a lesson +So call mama, and tell her she gone need her a reverend, what + +(Chorus - 2x) +(Bizzy Bone) +Papi cholo, cops sniffing co-co, my deadly remedies +Like hot topics, hit that body look like frishchami +And that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, telling everybody +Hit the floor, so what in the fuck you think I came here for +Warrior, ain't no other character, for the love of money yeah +When I'm down in Houston, Texas niggas are gut playas +Some of these niggas is dinosaurs abducted like flying saucers +Niggas don't think like that, lick it down, on my alters +The most of my grave suite, model mama, put em up now +Daddy use to beat you deeply I stay on my tech with die-yah +2Pac to Bob Marely, my six the holley Halle Berry touching my braids +They ain't giving justice's name killing em black bald and all +Game recognize game, fame recognize fame +Niggas they hang, niggas they bang, niggas they slang +Pick up your Mac 10 quickly and bring the pain +One in the brain, one in the body it's an everyday thang + +(Chorus - 2x) + + +Deep Down SouthCome on, uh... + +[Lil' Ron] +I'm bout to cause a disaster, like a earthquake +Eighteen's, got little kids dropping milk shakes +I smoke and sip eights, poured in one soda +Treat my girls like dogs, nigga teach em to roll over +Give em the cold shoulder, if they don't listen +But they quickly convinced, when they see them rims twisting +Better pay attention, to that nigga Lil' Reezy +It takes six dimes in bikinis, just to please me +Better believe me, its real in the field +My chain like yellow lights, it make people ill +In the Porsche switching gears, like a Nascar racer +And the rocks on my bracelet, got it looking like a glacier +I'm a clutch player, like Robert Ory +These cats ain't balling, they telling stories +But ain't gotta worry, bout H.S.E +If I ain't hating on you, then why you hating on me + +[Chorus: Big Shasta] +We from the deep down South in the city +In the light, and I be seeing these girls be looking pretty +That's why, I got to stay on my grind +So we can be a hundred percent, all the time +Y'all don't know where we from (where we from) +Y'all don't know where we been (where we been) + +[Yung Redd] +Its like one for the money, and two is for them hoes +Three is for the drank, Four pass me the smoke +You won't see me riding, in any ole Benz +Unless its jet black, on twenty inch rims +I got more Air Force, than the government +Every color pair, I'm so fly trust me I'm loving it +I never leave the hoe, with just a single rubber +And I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us +Under the in-fluence, catch me swerving +Playing in a number six, like Julius Irving +My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing +Still a young heathen, as long as I'm breathing +I pay for a show, turn it out then I'm leaving +The way the man told us, its flossing season +This year we got it made, we shining y'all +Even though we got a due, we still grinding y'all + +[Chorus: Big Shasta] + +[Lil' Flip] +Who am I, name is Lil' Flip +And I roll with, two clips +Just in case, something happen +While y'all niggas yapping, I'ma be capping +Rolling with my strap and, pistol packing +Glock 9's, Tech 9's, even a Mack 10 +I'm not acting, I pack clips so +Play your roll, and stick to the script +Before I flip, and empty the clip +I'm Gladys Night, cause I'm a pimp +We eating shrimp, and catching planes +You know I'm great, at catching dames +And what's your name, where you live +Will you give some brain, do you got kids +Cause if you do girl, its okay +So pass the syrup, fuck the courvassier + +[Chorus: Big Shasta] + + +The Take Over(*talking*) +Hey Hump, how much you paid E.S.G +To get on the H.S.E. album mayn +(I gave that nigga three full cookies, told him +Get his ass away come back and get a fifty pack) +Hey y'all, E.S.G.. snort cocaine ha-ha-ha + +[Hook] +Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit +Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit +R-E double D, we running this rap shit +Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit + +[Lil' Flip] +The take over, yeah the break's over +I'm the God of freestyle, bitch I'm from the Clover +And I'm screwed up, did I make myself clear +Now you got me pissed off, so I'ma end your career +I don't care if you swang and bang, you still broke to me +Remember Hump, use to let you snort dope for free +Look you ain't on my level, cause you are lame +You had to run from your gal, so you could do some caine +You went from Perion, Black Heart to Wreckshop +Now you got some tattoos, so you wanna be Pac +You fell from top ten, to not mentioned at all +Face it E, you will never have a plack on your wall +You did Maan with Big Moe, then you left the label +You ain't get shit, Big Moe got a Navigator +Matter fact, you had the worst verse on the song +But we all know, you ain't shit but a clone +You ain't write Buy the Car, nigga I wrote that hook +But I should of known that day, I couldn't find my notebook +And you are, so laaaame +Damn E.S.G.., tell the truth how long you been in this game +You came out with Ocean of Funk, and Sailin' Da South +Then you went to jail nigga, so you took a loss +Then you returned, with the Living Dead +But wasn't nobody feeling you, your career was dead + +[Hook] +Big H.A.W.K., we running this rap shit +Po-Yo, we running this rap shit +T.J., we running this rap shit +Big Moe, we running this rap shit +3-2, we running this rap shit +Slim Thug, we running this rap shit +Scarface, we running this rap shit +U.G.K., we running this rap shit + +[Lil' Flip] +Now you rolling with Slim Thug, cause you done lost your buzz +You ain't shit, so you don't get respect in clubs +I took you to get your license, I paid your bills +And don't you think right now, it's time to change your grill +Don't nobody wear crushed, we wearing princess cuts +And didn't you see the new Vibe, I bet that fucked you up +Scarface said it all, in one paragraph +Now who the Freestyle King, don't make me laugh +Now tell your fans, how you stole raps out my books +Tell your fans, Lil' Flip wrote all your hooks +I'm spectacular, bite your neck like Dracula +Nigga I wrote it, you ungrateful bastard +And you are, so laaaame +You almost thirty, and you still broke in this game +You really from Bogalusa, but you claim you Texas +Tell the truth, you ain't never drive a Lexus +And you are, so laaaame +You might sell more records, if you quit screaming mayn +Your style been whack, so now it's time to retire +I thought I made myself clear, to stop stealing my style +And Lil' Flex, you ain't shit but a hoe +Don't try to be Yungstar, get your own flow +We all know, that Z-Ro go the hardest +We Screwed Up Click, we gon shine regardless + +[Hook] +Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit +Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit +R-E double D, we running this rap shit +Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit + +(*talking*) +You fake motherfucking rappers +Yeah we run this rap shit, broke bitch +No rapping ass motherfuckers, that's jealous +Cause young niggas got y'alls spots bitch +Been another nigga play, Freestyle King forever hoe +Sucka Free run this shit, fake motherfucker +Yeah nigga, y'all thought I was gone bitch +Remember this, don't give a fuck about Flex +We don't give a fuck about E.S.G +Take a dick to your brain bitch, yeah CEO's for life +Sucka Free run this shit, you old Flex +You and that bitch Den Den, Den Den I thought +You were a CEO bitch, you a CE-Hoe +That's why we see your as at the Impact, broke bitch + + +Uncut[Z-Ro] +It's a bunch of niggas upset with me, cause I don't visit no mo' +They think that I'm capping, but I'm just cuz I'm in a fo' do' +Fully loaded Chrysler 300, sitting on grown men +Plus I'm covered by VS-1 diamonds, from pimping my pen +I could remember when, they use to laugh at me in class +Cause of my eyes are incursion, corduroy britches man that's all I had +Cause of my bifocal glasses, they use to call me fo' eyes +And egg-head but now I'm a grown gangsta, receiving FED bread +Ain't no telling what I'ma do, if somebody test me +I'ma yell in town by motherfuckers, your best bet is not to sweat me +On the edge sit on the edge of the bed, with a infrared in my paw +It's time to pay back everybody I owe, if you scared call the law +Cause I ain't gon never stop, coming after your coward ass +Run up on you at the intersection, bitch I'm bout to blast +All you rappers, dissing Z-Ro in your songs +Bitch I'ma for real life head bust, I'm coming to see you fuck a song + +[Z-Ro] +Now I don't owe nobody nothing, but lately niggas and bitches +Been attempting to get close to me, flipping the access to my riches +But can't you see this tattoo on my arm, say one deep +That mean it's nobody with me, when I'm 'woke or when I'm sleep +I ain't never been the type, to hang with a lot of niggas +Plus my attitude is rude, so I'ma be done shot a nigga +Please let me keep my cool, until I get paid +Then it be fucked up if I miss my chance, at a million in my grave +I'm the king of the ghetto, because I'm still here +You can purchase drugs or pussy, or you can get killed here +City streets, they'll eat you alive if you ain't got no street sense +You better call an audible, 'fore you meet up with the defense +The jackers the killas, the crooked ass cops +I refuse to become a statistic, bro I got my Glock +So before you run up on me homie, for an autograph +Please don't do nothing suspicious, I'm trigga happy and I might blast + + +Ridin’ Spinners (feat. Three 6 Mafia)(feat. Three 6 Mafia) + +(DJ Paul) +This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners +I don't care where you at, the club parking lot +The express way, whatever +What I want you to do right now is just STOP +And let em' keep spinnin' baby + +(Hook 2X) +I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners +They don't stop +I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners +They don't stop +I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners +They don't stop +I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners +I'm rolin' + +(DJ Paul) +Pedal to the metal then STOP, (*Brakes*) +Take another sip from the syrup then STOP (*Brakes*) +Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP (*Brakes*) +See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP (*Brakes*) +My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma +Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma +Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs +My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain + +(Juicy J) +Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill +Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville +See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond +Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' +Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny +I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me +You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness +You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety + +(Hook 2X) +(Lil' Flip) +I got twenty inch spinners on my drop (*Brakes*) +Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch (*Brakes*) +I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops (*Brakes*) +Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop (*Brakes*) +I'm packin' a Glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust +And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) +So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up +And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up +It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P +If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks +So throw the row of keys and let me roll +Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know +We like our music slow but our cars go faster +I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta +I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller +Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow + +(Hook 2X) +(Lord Infamous) +I saw my dog with the center circles so I (*Brakes*) +They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I (*Brakes*) +I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I (*Brakes*) +See me choke the hell up out my broad when I (*Brakes*) +When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze +Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean +Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite +Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt + +(Crunchy Black) +I used to be clean in my Expedition +A girl see me and she'll be wishin' +That I'd stop and spit some pimpin' +It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention +She got hot like in the kitchen +You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten +Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin' +It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it + +(Hook 2X) + + +Dem Boyz[talking] +Play-N-Skillz + +[Chorus: Repeat 2x] +Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin) +Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin) +Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds) +But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them) + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit +And I want rap about it unless I done that shit +We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters +We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers +We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players +All my close taylor plus I got hoes that (??) +I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach +And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it" +They know my shit ain't rented (why?)cause I got two +Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain +H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain +If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain +I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame +I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name +Stop (wheels screech)don't make me cock it, and pop it +And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch! +I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit +I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch +'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around +I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town +'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough +I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +Whenever I'm buyin (ice)I'm like fuck the (price) +'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right) +Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white) +Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night +You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks +Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops +(sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped +Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch + +[Lil' Flip] +Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper +Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggas bounce +If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce +Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause +(shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside +(never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man +Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me +I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha +WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks +I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz bitch + + +Like a Pimp (remix) (feat. Twista & Busta Rhymes)(feat. David Banner) + +Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (4x) +Like a Pimp +Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x) +Like a pimp +Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x) + +(Lil' Flip) +By the time I hit the door +I saw hoes on the flo' +Niggas dressed in suits +Tricking all they dough* +Me imma pimp +I ain't paying for no sex +Man I'd rather buy a car +Or a new rolex +Cause I got street fame* +So hoes flock like birds +I got one holding the weed* +I got one holding the serve * +When I hit the club +Imma be wit David Banner +A thug ass nigga +Wit bad table manners +We act bad (my nigga what is yall saying) +When we walk inside clubs* +Niggas hold they gal's hand +Cause they know we run trains (choo choo) all night +How could yo gal leave me +And be wit you all night +But its all right +Cause you know we don't kiss +Like Too $hort said +Bitches ain't shit +I tried to told ya +Dat most girls really freaks +And dis is how they gotta +Make they money every week + +(Chorus {repeat 4 times) +Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x) +Like a pimp + +(David Banner) +Step into club looking just like a pimp +We got cash +So we screaming out "shake something BITCH" +This is the song +Tell the DJ put it on +Micheal Tyler made you shake +Sisqo made you show your thong +Bitch im dead wrong +The playa from the crib +So get out on the flo' +And girl get it how you live +And since you so hot (hot) +Then show yo pussy lips +Go to Tugallo, but I know you still flip +Bitch don't trip +Ain't a damn thang changed +I still love my queen +But bitches keep me to the game +So if you gotta hoe +Shake em up and let em go uhh +And let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo' +Like a Pimp + +(Chorus) +(Lil' Flip) +Now don't you hate them ole' +Lying ass hoes +Smiling in your face +Wearing her best friends clothes +I suppose +They like the way me and Banner pimp +You can catch us at Poppa Do's +Eating steak and shrimp + +(David Banner) +Or you can catch us at E&G pouring it up +Flip whipping Cali trucks +Guls licking my nuts +We some south side pimps +And we ain't giving a fuck +Fuck yo gul up in the throat +And make her swallow the nut + +(Lil' Flip) +We make em +Swallow the nut so +Follow the truck +Lil' Flip and David Banner +We got all of the butts and +All of they sluts and +All of the hoes +So drop it like its hot girl +Touch yo fucking toes +Oohh + +(David Banner) +Gone touch yo toes and +Make me a roll and +Gone hit the mall +And buy me some clothes mayne +And if yo boy's trill +Imma bust a clip +Yall bitches can't fuck wit me +And + +(Lil' Flip) +Lil' Flip Nigga +Nigga, Nigga +Yea nigga +This for the real money makers out there you know +Get yo mother fucking money +Don't worry bout the next nigga +Get yo mother fucking money +Get yo mother fucking money nigga +Uh get your money money +Money money + + +I’m a Baller (Flip My Chips)I stay lit, I talk shit, and back it up +'Cuz I'm a balla, my money, you can't match it up + +(Chorus) +Lil' Flip, Flip, Flip +I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips +I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips +'Cuz I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma ba.., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma, I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma, I'ma balla +I'ma ba..., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla + +(etc.) + +Hey, I gotta big chain, big name, black watch, blue range +In my concerts, we 50 deep like Wu-Tang +Drop top with hella screens, platinum grill, yellow ring +Get a mil, split a mil +Break it down with my team +Every pistol got a beam + +Every nigga got a scheme +'Cuz every empire got a star with a dream +We makin' green, puffin' green, drinkin' lean +We digital scales, no more triple beams + +(Chorus w/ liberties) +Hey, I got the Clover G watch, Clover G shirt +Lucky Nike's liquor, clover girl shirts +Mack 10 loaded +I stay focused +I'm worldwide, ya'll niggas local +Plaques on my wall, rims on my car, Louie 13 all in my bar +I got loot, 0-6 coupes, press one button, the roof went poof +(Hey) you know Lil' Flip go Platinum everytime +I like money so I stay on the grind +I'm doin' fine, I took a break, now I'm back +I do you like a magazine, you'll get smacked + +{Chorus w/ liberties) + + +The Ghetto[Hook] +In this world I'm gon' pity +I was raised in the ghetto-out the city +(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) +In this world I'm gon' pity +I was raised in the ghetto-out the city +(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) + +[Verse 1] +Look I was raised in in the(ghetto) +I got payed in the(ghetto) +Alot of gangsta's got made in the(ghetto) +Alot of wanksta's got, got in the(ghetto) +Got shot in the(ghetto)-but not popped in they metal +I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game +They use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change +Now it's eight years later and I run shit +Kiss the ring cause now I'm on some dumb shit +And I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg +You owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers +I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper +You wonder why I never mix and mingle +I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single +And I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin +And I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin' + +[Hook] +In this world I'm gon' pity +I was raised in the ghetto-out the city +(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) + +[Verse 2] +My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers +Cause in the(ghetto)niggas quick to squabble +Everybody unemployed in the(ghetto)-well fair, health care +Shit the game ain't fair-alot of ya'll never come back to the(ghetto) +Cause ya'll greedy ass fuck +Niggas don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck +You wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood +Cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood +It's understood that more paper, bring more haters +Everybody wanna coach but we need more players +In eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis +I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces + +[Hook] +In this world I'm gon' pity +I was raised in the ghetto-out the city +(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm) + +Something is holdin me back {*repeat til the end*} + + +Dirty SoufSouth side.... dirty dirty.... south side.. ahhhhh + +(Chorous repeat 2 times) +It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south +It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south + +(Redd) +Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites +Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes + +(Lil' Flip) +Well down south we drivin bentleys and jaguars +And we play all our hoes like a game of flash cars + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we bout that dolla dolla +Grab a chick then hit and make em holla holla + +(Lil' Flip) +Down South we eatin Timmy Chan's and noodles +I just bought an Escalade and a PT cruiser + +(Redd) +Down south my wrist stay below freezin +Down south my niggas brag for no reason + +(Lil' Flip) +In down south everybody shop in the galeria +I dont care about the price I drop money like diarhea + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we rollin fancy cars +Escalades drop tops and rovers wit role bars + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south lil flip pimpin sluts +Down south we wearin Princess cuts + +(Redd) +Down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt +Ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in +And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south candy paint bumper grill +And to be for real I'm already done cart wheels + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we all about stackin chips +And if you get outa line we packin clips + +(Redd) +Down south they know redd one of the best +Plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest + +(Lil' Flip) +In down south I put diamonds all in your face +And I'm sellin fifty thousand i'll leave your state + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south these bezeltines an baggets +So much ice you could bobsled off my chest + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we sip serve and fall asleep +Down south can't nobody else ball like me + +(Chorous) + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south when we drive we hoggin the lane +86 baggets clogin my rang + +(Redd) +Down south we count money on the back of the jags +But if I'm broke you gone find me with a gat in the mast + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we smoke hydro and sip syrup +Down south it's boo boo guess and ice bergh + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we ride swangers on drop tops +After karintons we ride through our house + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south lil flip the only freestyle king +Down south we all known for big balling + +(Redd) +Down south we spit slang notice my voice dragin +Take a look at my clothes ice bergh jeans sagin + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we some ghetto stars +When we havin sex it's minashatwa + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south I hope yall know it's hot as hell +And if ya tape ain't jammin it's not gone sell + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south it's rolex and cardiere +We dont go to clubs unless they got a party there + +(Redd) +Down south 5-0's be slangin the billy clubs +Down south you ain't gone find to many silly thugs + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south stick together like glue +And we love our music slowed down by screw + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys +Major labels dont even wanna call these boys + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south I make em stop like DMX +And lil kids poppin wheelies on they bmx + +(Redd) +Down south every other ride is on twenty inches +On a bad day I prolly conversate with twenty winches + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south we push rhymes like weight +And the real hangry grill fake hang with fake + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south it ain't no stopin me +And I got more zeros then the lottery + +(Chorous repeat 2 times) + +(Redd) +Down south ladies throw brawls right in your way +Man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day + +(H.A.W.K.) +Down south all you hear is H.A.W.K +And thats the reason why I hit your flum face + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we ridin in vipers and vets +Down south we wearin nikes and sweats + +(Lil' Flip) +And down south sucka free got the game sowed up +Down south everybody sayin man hold up + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south all we do is ride on chrome +Down south we got dvd's inside our home + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south we ballin for the millenium +I got a drop escalade and I ain't even twenty-one + +(Lil' Flip) +Down south everybody know I'm shinin quick +Can somebody flush the toilet (*toilet sound*) +Cuz I'm the shit down south + + +Lil’ Flip vs. Paul Wall[Lil' Flip] +When I met you last night you dumb hoe +All you wanted to do is get a room and smoke my dro, oh no +But when I put my hand on your ass +You said that you was wearin a pad +I got mad then I kicked ya out the room +I said you dumb hoe you go pay the bill by noon +Ima go to the club and find me a hoe +Call the office book me a show +Mo money mo money thats what I need +I got drank and I love to smoke my weed +Yes indeed I speed when I'm in my car +Cause everybody know Lil' Flip a superstar +And I don't give a damn who ya are +Or where your from +Ya come to my city +Bring ya gun + +[Paul Wall] +If I spill gurilla milk on my clothes I can do that +Guess whos back in a blue lac +Yeah you know whos that +I'm like Shaq +Cause my car got shoes thats fat +And the speakers hittin so hard +They'll bruise ya back +It's paul wall but alot of people might not know +Been in the game all my life its just my first year pro +And I'm the leading scorer +I leave mics poorer +Cause I leave 'em broke +Everytime I rap its horror +I'm cold but I'm not just refering to my ice +I went to Brooklyn and they told yo kid you nice +Man I'm cold but don't make me say that twice +Wreckin on this here mic is my life is you with that +When I recline I sit back +Let's get this money out here +Lil' Flip is you with that + +[Lil' Flip] +Yeah I'm with that +And don't you forget that +So brake me off a piece just like a kit kat +I want my piece of my pie +Cause if I die +I can say at least I try +Alot of niggas don't wanna work +And when they look in the mirror +And wonder why they pockets hurt +Cause they broke +And wanna buy clothes and cars +In the hood they just a neighborhood star +Actin like they got money when they dont +Actin like they pay they bills when they won't +Actin like they know how to make this cash +Man I know how to make it fast +Make sure I do what I do +Break bread with my crew +Go to sleep by two +Wake up and I do the sane thang +I'm still the same nigga +Weather I wear the same chain +Or I push a range rover +As long as when I come out +My shit change over +To a million and one +I'm lil flip +Nigga I'm like Nas +I'm a godson + +[Paul Wall] +Whos next +Better yet who got plex +You need a strack of wet +And a pack of ciggarettes +To test what I profess +Cause right now I'm the best +Cause chamillionaire ain't here +And lil flip just left +Oh well +Go tell +O'gal +Meet me at the hotel +The ice up in my mouth +Got my mind in a cold spell +I'm cold +But it ain't because of the weather +I shoulda brought a sweater +Everytime I rap I get better +I'm stackin my cheddar +My car got candy gloss +I got a color changin lincoln +On randy moss +I got 84 swangers up under the fender +Choppin game like a blender +Return to sender +It's paul wall + + +Check (Let’s Ride)[Chorus: Repeat 2x] +I got my converse check, my pistol check +My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck +The respect come first then the money and the power +We got more cake to make let's ride + +[Verse 1] +They thought I'd be another one hit wonder +Until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big Hummer +You know I'm a big stunna just like Baby fool +Brand new Bentley Fanna what color?-baby blue +Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make +You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty-eight to a state +You got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake +What, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up +Uh, the blades chop we use jewerly and stage props +We hate cops(why)cause everyday we get stopped +For ridin spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me +You try to jack me for my 'Lac they gon'miss you homey + +[Chorus] + +(talking) +Yo Will-Lean let's roll man(Let's ride) +We gotta go homey(Let's ride) +You know how we do it though(Let's ride) +(tires screech) + +[Verse 2] +Uh I'm too street go pop-but I pop heat in the street +I'm not braggin, G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep +Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head rest +Look I hope you potty-trained cause the tech'll leave you wet +Let's make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot +Fifty weeks on the Billboard dogg I'm too hot +But when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin +Niggas like roaches when the lights on they runnin +Ten years and gunnin just like M.O.P +Fuck strugglin-I get my publishin ain't shit for free +I get that big bread, I'm making big chips +You get killed at the beginnin I get them big strips + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3] +I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, Nextels and sprint phones +I'm tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone +I'm harder then ya'll better yet I'm smarter then ya'll +I don't need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball +I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit +Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it +You know I drop hits every time I spitt fire +Whoever told you I ain't ballin-a damn lier + +[Chorus] + +(talking) +Haha let's ride you know I make the music +You can ride to, get high to, get fly to +Yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggas +I make that shit you can ride-or-die to +Holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem +Red spider on the B-we gettin cheddar now we on another level now haha + + +Haters Still Mad (Remix)(*talking*) +Yeah, it's Lil' Ron and Lil' Flip +(haters still mad) I know, I know +Whoa yeah, yeah, yeah, uh + +[Lil' Flip] +You haters still mad, cause you see how we living +I'm Lil' Flip, I'm dancing like Ernie Skippins +I got a touchdown, when I went platinum +I thought you was suppose to be hot, what happened +Your shit came out, but you got the big head +While you had the big head, I made big bread +I got a big house, I got a big car +I got a lot of shit, I even got a club with a bar +What you want some Grey Goose or Belvedere +I'm the new rap tight, artist of the year +Feel me, listen to my style +And when you see blue diamonds, that's my smile +I'm a pimp by nature, I'd never hate ya +I get a bitch you act up, I can replace ya +I went to Asia, and bought a couple of things +I bought a couple of watches, I bought a couple of rings +Bling bling, that's what I like to do +I ain't you, nigga so stay true +To the game, and think like me +I saw you went to the mall, and bought a mink like me + +(*talking*) +Ha-ha, yeah, yeah +We in this motherfucker, haters mad +Stop acting like that, but we don't +Give a fuuuuck ha ha, Ron wreck this motherfucker +(uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh) + +[Lil' Ron] +Got flows to make you say whoa, Lil' Ron be pimping them hoes +In the back of the limo, I'm blowing on that hydro +In a six deuce Impala, watch all the hoes folla +Your chain hollow nigga, you will never see tomorrow +Swallow your pride, and rise up to the top nigga +You fuck with me, then you will get popped nigga +Flip in the Testarosa, nine in the holster +Bitches running to the car, saying sign the poster +Don't approach us, if you ain't might get some money +Cause we ain't playing with you bitches, ain't shit funny + +[Lil' Flip] +Cause we about our money, we call it moola +I know you know me, but I don't know who you are +You saying you the man, you wanna do a track +I'm saying nigga right now, I need ten stacks +And if you playing, I'ma turn my back on ya +And if you try to jack, I'll turn my gat on ya +It ain't no joke, don't play with my money nigga +Cause I'm a street nigga, I ain't a dummy nigga +I had money before, they had big faces +I was riding, jamming Scarface "Sex Faces" +Me and Devin about, to do some tracks +And I'm, like Will I'm a man in black +I got a gun and a gat, got a tech and a HK +A AK, got a partna named Clay-Day +I mean Clay-Do, killas on the payro' +And I never drank, on the K-Ro +Go to Dego's, for a couple of tats +I go to the Ammo Dome, for a couple of gats +I got the bullets with the green tips, shooting through ya vest +Nigga, and watch your ass get flipped +I gotta stick to the script, I can't be a laim nigga +If he got you fucked off, why you still hang nigga +You say he your friend, but he talk behind your back +My advice to you, is walk behind your gat +Cause the streets be watching, nigga be plotting +Hoes wanna fuck you, cause they be bopping +Niggas be holding, cars be stolen +Album is platinum, but first it went golden +Now I'm rolling, look at my rims +No more cloudy diamonds, look at my gems +Now I'm smoking on the best shit +Yeah I'm Lil' Flip, I'm in the S.U.C. click +Screwed Up Click, for y'all that don't know +You hear about it, for y'all that don't go +To my concerts, one girl got one shirt +I put my autograph, right on her skirt +And she told everybody at her job +Lil' Flip, music really goes hard +Now my fans, just liking what I'm doing +Cause I'm entrepreneuring, nigga wanna boo em +But they can't, cause they know I'm a legend +They got monitors on they leg, in the house by seven +It seems like niggas get dumber and dumber +How you trade in a Benz, just to get you a Hummer +You went to jail, now you on probation +For real, should of went and got a education +But your dumb ass, couldn't be patient +You wanted to smoke weed, now time you're facing +Three years, behind three blunts +Three freaks, damn nigga three sweets +And that wasn't even endo +You went to jail, for some regular weed +And you saying, that you better than me +You smarter than me, how the fuck you harder than me +Come on my nigga, how you recording in three +Different studios get your own shit, get your own click +Nigga why you fucking with that nigga wife, get your own bitch + +(*talking*) +Biatch (biatch) ha-ha, haters still mad +What can I say, iight, cool + + +Heartbreaker (feat. Sean Thomas & Eeden)I miss you like crazy + +Day after day +Night after night +I feel so lost without you right by my side +Girl i miss you like crazy (crazy) +I miss you like crazy (see you tonight) +I miss you like crazy + +Taylor made suits, creased like a napkin +Lets be real its time, time for some action +She b.... with a dimple on her right cheek +Ima go get her one day, cuz she like me +We used to txt all night, now we sex all night +You see the mirrors on the ceiling +Put me in her bank gaining interest +And just think last year you were my mistress +You a qaurter, fiften more than a dime +We on the g5 tell em keep trying +In two hours i can hit it three times +I won't break your heart if you hold me down +Big guns for the other side +Helps security in my hood, im gunna ride +You can be mrs gangsta if you act right +Today ima break you out like last night + +Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heartbreaker +Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heartbreaker +You ...... +You know what to do +I can't be with you +Heartbreaker + +Now we, kicking it like everyday +I can't lie, i love you in a special way +You good for me like special k +So lets rundavu in a special place +Dont act, all you need is your passport +I promise not to break your heart like the last mort +We maxed out my visa on our last date +We spent a stack on jumbalya and crab cakes +I gotcha back if ever you need a soul mate +Like morry i find a chick you can rotate +Forget half, im giving you the whole safe +Ohkay im lying, but at least i told you +Girl im a soldier, drop and give me fifty +Get with me baby and ima show you how to clock a milli +Dont get silly if you really wanna live with me +If you a heartbreaker, dont you deal with me, bye + +I miss you like crazy (crazy) +Day after day +Night after night +I feel so lost without you right by my side +Girl i miss you like crazy +Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heartbreaker +Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heartbreaker +You.... +I dont know what to do +I can't be with you +Heartbreaker + + +Pimp JuiceYo, this the underground though, nigga +Haha, ya know, ye + +[Verse One- Lil' Flip] +She wanna get me for my pimp juice +Cuz she gone of the x, and that grey goose +Plus Imma pimp hoe, so I can't pay you +You understand I'm the man +And gettin' money, is the motherfuckin' plan +I'm like a kick stand, cuz I'm always leanin' +I never do the speed limit, so I'm always speedin' +And it don't take much, to make me happy +Cuz I bin have this shit, way before I was rappin' +Went to cappin', before I, get to clappin' +Niggas kamikazee style, and make sho I hit the cabin +But don't hold the grudge, when I go see the judge +Till ya locked up nigga, you can't fuck +And ya baby mama, still in the free world +You thought she had one child, now she got three girls +Boi, I'm the real mcoy, you niggas too faced +I pull a gun to ya mouth, like toothpaste +We in a new state, tryna get the big lick +I got money on my mind, nigga fuck a bitch +Don't worry about snitch, cuz they talk too much +That's how dumb ass niggas, get coughed up +But not me, cuz I never hang out +I got chopper bullets, watch them hoes rang out +And when them cops pull up on the scene +Nine times outta ten, Imma be wit will lean + +[Hook- Lil' Flip] +I know you wanna hit the club on dubs, don't ya +I know you wanna smoke all of my bud, don't ya +I know you wanna be my new bitch, don't ya +But I'm sorry, cuz lil flip don't want ya + +[Verse Two- Lil' Flip] +Yeah I don't want ya nasty ass girl, ya gotta be fine +I can't fuck a eight or a seven, you gotta be a dime +I seen you niggas, gotta be wit stupid hoes +But I feel em, cuz them hoes buy a niggas clothes +Fuck the clothes, make ya hoe by ya dro +Pay ya bills, change ya grills, brang you wheels +Lil flip jus got a deal, Imma keep it I got game +You should peep it, you are lame +I'm the flip, the freestyle king of the freestyle gang +I don't sniff nuthin', all I do is split buttons +When I pull up to the club, they say flip stuntin' +I'm freestylin' nigga, I hear ya writin' shit +That's why you fuckin' up nigga, it's time you say real shit + +[Pimpin' Ken - talking] +Ye, Pimpin' ken, why you chillin' wit these fat ass bitches +Ya fat fat, the burger king got ya gal fat fat +Ye, ye ye, Pimpin' ken, one more time +Hey flip you know what I'm talkin' bout man +We up in this dallas texas, mayne you know what I'm talkin' bout +Know what I'm talkin' bout, check this out man +I know you talkin' bout them pimp juice man +But you know what pimp juice is mayne +It's that shit we got in the pimp cup mayne +Know what I'm talkin' bout, yea man that's that pimp juice +You that grey goose right?, it's make a hoe turn into a big moose +Ya know what I'm talkin' bout, know what I mean +Imma go pimp some money, real motherfuckin' quick man +You know we got these hoes drunk on this motherfuckin'gang bangin +You know we ain't alchoholics +We motherfuckin' pimpaholics, in this bitch man +It's Pimpin' Ken and Lil' Flip +You see us on BET, you know how we livin' +(continues talking till end of song) + + +Grown ManGo, go, go.. + +[Hook] +I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play with +All you hear is (bwap, bwap) when that AK spit - 2x +I hope you bout that, cause my niggas bout that +Mo'fucker, I'ma swang where your mouth at - 2x + +[Lil' Flip] +I know you wanna be, down with the King +But first of all, you gotta step up your ring +I got shit around my pinkie, that'll hurt your vision +Ten pointers everywhere, diamonds having collisions +I told Johnny make sho', I got VS stones +Out of all of the rappers, I got the best home +Three kitchens and my maid, she be cooking my thangs +Swimming pools, tennis courts and the shooting range +One gym, twelve rooms got my shit like a maze +And to mop my whole crib, it'll take you three days +Look I'm a grown man, I had to get it on my own man +And with my gun, I'm secured like Homeland +I got three million fans, better yet it's fo' +Cause I'm on Nelly, Buck album and Mario +Winans I'm grinding baby, you see me shining baby +You want a show a hundred grand, fuck you pay me + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip] +Dedication got me here, I ain't going nowhere +And if you see twenty Clovers, than I'm somewhere there +Cause I got a hundred niggas on my team, for real +I'm like Nate Tronmeans, when I'm playing the field +Breaking tackles left and right, cause I got the skills +If you niggas wondering how, I got my deal +I had a talk with Lil' J, he say he got my back +So you know what that means, so I'ma leave it at that +Texas gotta stick together, if we wanna stay +Getting television BET, and radio play +When "Sunshine" came out, it really pushed my fame +Now the kids in the suburbs, know my name +That's why I make good music, so you can bob your head +The realest magazine, E.S. done Diva and FED +Cause they don't give you a interview, then shit on you +And you ain't dumb so you know, who I'm talking to + +[Hook] + + +Cut 4 U[Lil' Flip talking] +Ah, yeah +Lil' Flip, this for the ladies though +Yeah, this for the ladies + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip] +I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do +I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you +I got money to make, I got places to go +So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes +I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do +I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you +I got money to make, I got places to go +So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes +I cut 4 you + +[Verse One: Lil' Flip] +I tell you wear a nigga's boxers and ya hottie top +Would you like me if I didn't have a Jag off the lot +And when I hit the mall and shop I'm buyin' all the socks +And if I got into some trouble, would you call the cops? +I need a ride or die chick like the LOS, that know how to drive a stick in a yellow 'Vette +I need a gal that know how to pull a silly stunts +I need a gal that know how to roll Philly blunts +And if I wanna drank, she gon' hold my ace +And if I ever get locked up, she gon' promote my tapes +She understand when a nigga say I “gotta show” +And when say “I gotta show”, that means that I gotta go +I'm tellin' you all this right know, because I gotta know +Are you down wit' me, because I gotta lotta dough +And 'cause all of my jewelry gotta lotta snow +“What you need Flip?” +Girl, not a hoe + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip] +I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do +I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you +I got money to make, I got places to go +So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes +I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do +I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you +I got money to make, I got places to go +So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes +I cut 4 you + +[Verse Two: Lil' Flip] +I only like fine woman like Destiny's child +And if I say “I'm Lil' Flip”, I bet she'll smile +I don't believe in buyin' drinks, but I can show you a mic +You don't believe my teeth cost, then I can show you the price +I paid twenty on my teeth, I paid fifty on my piece +And you don't wanna know how much I paid for my Bentley (How much?) +But it don't matter, girl, I got mo' money than Bill Gates +And I'ma stay paid as long as my record's still playin' +But niggas still hatin', 'cause they gotta broad with no flows +And they're with a chicken head with no job and no car +Hold on, girl, be quiet +I think I heard my phone +“Lil' Flip we gotta show” +You can go out wit' ya friends I'ma do my own thing + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip] +I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do +I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you +I got money to make, I got places to go +So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes +I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do +I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you +I got money to make, I got places to go +So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes +I cut 4 you + +[Verse Three: Lil' Flip] +And I don't give my dough and I got lick 'em low +And if your friends don't like me, forget them hoes +I got you drivin' navigators and drivin' sports cars +I got you steppin' out the house in Gucci sports bra's +I got you doin' a lotta stuff that you didn't use to do +I got you wearin' baggets the size of a rubies Q +I got you takin' vacation while I'm playin' playstation +You heard, I was with another girl + +[Flip] +Baby they just hatin', keep waitin' pretty soon +We gon' spend some time, but if I wanna stay paid I have to spit rhymes +So if you done with me baby, then it ain't no problem +And we can ride side by side, like Batman and Robin + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip ] +I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do +I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you +I got money to make, I got places to go +So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes +I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do +I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you +I got money to make, I got places to go +So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes +I cut 4 you + + +Y’All Don’t Want ItLil' Flip, Jim Jones {*repeat 4X*} + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X] +Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us +Y'all don't want it with us (Clover Gs!) +Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us +Y'all don't want it with us (Dip Set!) + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain +I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane +There's nothing like it, I swear +Can't no other rappers compare +Cause I can spit it or write it +Just admit it, you like it +I'm the hottest around +Niggas know how I get down +But this ain't Making The Band +I'm tired of shaking your hand +I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle +I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay) +You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all +When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog +Don't bite the hand that feeds you +You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you +I'm tired of snakes and rats, I'm moving forward, you pacing back +While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks +You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque +I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2: Jim Jones] +Just let my movement protrude (Dips) +Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers) +And you niggas that's beefin, okay I'll chew you like food (Yummy) +Don't get Houston confused (No) +Cause they music is screwed (Purple) +They ain't slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean +They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!) +Get you tore up, we stretch 'em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.) +We controllin' our section, raw shit for the fiends (I'll smack you) +The boys controllin' my section, cause we gettin' that cream (Squalie!) +And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!) +You know I'm smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!) +So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man (Unnh) +And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +I'm ready to let you have it +Glocks and automatics +I put them in your chest +You shoulda wore your vest +Cause we comin to your house +With the forty cals +Dumpin twenty five rounds +Now bitch, lay it down + +[Jim Jones] +So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin +And all these bottles I'm poppin, it's uncontrollable ballin +Straight from the projects, I'm still cased up with charges +It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge +I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police +You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats +We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast +Sippin' on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner + +[Chorus] + + +Tell MeF/ Big Shasta +Ooooh-oooh-oooh +Make yoooour cash +My mama used to tell me... +[Lil' Flip] +Let me state my name, and show my skills +I'm Lil' Flip, and I got that deal +But I keep it real, with my peeps +And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets +But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead +Cause every single day, I got ideas in my head +Like trippling my money, and doubling my + + +I Get Money [Clean]You smell that? Hey, that's the money +I smell money, Ross +I know y'all wonderin' like +"What the hell is Flip doin' man +How he get out his deal?" +All you gotta do is take two million and walk in the door +And that's how they'll let you go 'cause I get money, n*** +I'm a fly boy, n***, my chain worth thousand grands, n*** +That's twenty thousand karats, n***, step your game up +That's why your chain ain't up, n*** +The blue barb on my lap when I'm in the trap hood +Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? +I can't tell you, n***, I'm not a snitch +But on the real it feel great to be rich +I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' 'Makin' The Band' +Johnny ordered my watch and he makin' the band +I be changin' it up, ain't no changin' me what +You, lil' n***, better shut up, shut up +Aye, who shut the mall down? Me +And who bought all the hats? Me +Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? +My roof back, my coupe black, fifty grand, I blew that +I'm so fly, they call me Mr. I Can Do Dat 'cause +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get money and that's how it is +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get money and that's how it is +My car a Benz, not a regular Benz +Multi millionaire so, baby, I double my ends +Mercedes, Maybach, broke, n***, stay back +The boss don't play that, boy, you gotta pay that +Watch cop some bub, G's runnin' stacks +They be year off, bring my money back +Yeah, I f*** wit' G's out in Cloverland +We talkin' twenty keys but I don't know the man +I'm gettin' cheese, it's time to shine +I love to flip, I'm flippin' mine +I love the smell, they smell the money +You wanna smell yourself, well, b***, shell it from me +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get money and that's how it is +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get money and that's how it is +I told n***, I show n***, I'm the best +I'm the s*** in New York, but I'm a god on the West +I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics +I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes +I took my liquor money and bought another crib +I got three maids that is that f*** game +Go ask Corn Row, we do it big right? +If I ain't front row I ain't watchin' the fight +I be in Street Port wit' my n***, Bayday +I be in airports wit' my f*** AK +Four seven to eleven, one eight seven on a cop +I know you prayin' that I flop, n***, but +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get money and that's how it is +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get, I get, I get money +I get money and that's how it is + + +Pass the swishaThat reefer that reefer I be on it everyday +I keep a 2 liter, we chief about 2 oz a day +Purple haze, silver haze white widow break it down +That reefer that reefer I be on it everyday +I keep a 2 liter, we chief about 2 oz a day +Purple haze, silver haze white widow break it down +I kno how to cure my weed, but I can't wait I'll take it now +I roll em fat u can ask snoop how we blow big +You do it to if u got 80 g's for 4 gigs +See out in Canada I get my hands on everything +My girl can't handle I'm in love with that Mary Jane +I smoke chronic I get blunted it ain't a thing to me +I kno it smell loud, the crystals red and brown +I bought a pound it's goin down +What you Smokin on them 83's not 84's playboy what u rollin on +I Get high like my G5 in the sky +I Keep my big oomp spray whenever I ride +Now Put yo lighters up if u a bud smoker smoker +I'm getting high nigga + +Now pass da swisher to the left and slide +Cus everybody tryin to get high +I said pass da swisher to the left and slide +Cus everybody tryin to get high + +I wish I woulda met bob Marley one time +Cus I bet we woulda smoked more than a dime +Look I don't do the lines, ice, and the x pills +But I guarantee u cali got the best field +Firs u roll it roll it +Then u puff it puff it +When it's gon get u another blunt then stuff it stuff it +Don't cuff it cuff it +Hit it once then pass it +The shit that I be smoking can smell through the plastic +What the hell u got in that herb +It's right right u even mix it with syrup +My sprite my sprite +So u can't tell me I ain't blowin +U can't tell me I ain't smoking +U can't tell me I ain't holdin +U hear the motherfuckin switches +Anybody try to jack me he gon leave the scene with stiches +My black and white people roll up yo white boys +We call em joints man let's get straight to the point + +Now pass da swisher to the left and slide +Cus everybody tryin to get high +I said pass da swisher to the left and slide +Cus everybody tryin to get high + +Now wat u wat u wat u got up in that bag +Can I can I give u money left go half +Oh oh oh o now u actin shady nigga +Whoa so so I'm baggin my 380 nigga +The craziest drug I did was a mushroom +An hour later I'm getting scurred in the restroom +Hallucinating everything lookin 3d +But I don't care cus I'm a mofuckin B.G +Say say say say wat u got fo sale +Oh oh u a cop I ain't tryna go to jail +Shit shit shit shit I almost fucked up +Bitch bitch bitch bitch don't roll my stuff up +Shut the fuck u don't have to roll my dutch up +I don't need u anyway let's get out I got my haze +When I was broke n nobody wanna chill with me +Now I got some mills with me +Plus I got that kill with me + +Now pass da swisher to the left and slide +Cus everybody tryin to get high +I said pass da swisher to the left and slide +Cus everybody tryin to get high + + +Da Gudda[Talking] +Just another day in the hood +Chillin with my niggas, ya know +Right now we shoot a documentary for my mothafuckin album +Bringin y'all niggas straight to the hood, come on walk with me + +[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] +Nigga I can hit you from a block away +Cause my chopper bang like a beat from Dr.Dre +I'm creepin at night with a Ki of that white +From 8'O clock till 5, come get what you like +From Vicodin to X pills you know who got the best deal +I guarantee you fuckers this'll be my best year +Canary stones got me lookin like a night light +I ain't racist when it comes to diamonds cause I like white +My bezzel lookin like it ain't even paid for +But that's a lie bitch I got real paper +I'm from the ghetto, the gudda where the feds hang +I'm with ya wife fuckin up ya bed frame +You ridin, I'm ridin-time to grab the weapons +The shell catchers, gloves, and them teflons +Cause when it's war anything goes +I'm a stand up nigga, nah I ain't a hoe + +[Chorus - Lil' Flip] +I'm from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda +I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda +Let's get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda +I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda +I'm from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda +I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda +Let's get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda +I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda + +[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] +Ay alot of niggas hatin on me cause of the jewels I got +So just face reality homie you ain't hot +I read ya little interviews you don't know when to quit +No matter how good you do niggas gon'talk shit +I got bitches on my team that'll rob you nigga +Right after she give you head and massage you nigga +I play the game like a pro when it come to the streets +And the bump'll make you leak when it come to the beef...ca'peesh +Look, listen when I talk cause I'm a general +I hope ya OG's smart enough to let you know +I'm the truth in the booth what I rap about I did it +I told Johnny put thirty pointers in my fitted +I get it, I got it I'm makin a profit +My kitted Impala watch me hop it +I'm hittin switches on the bitches when I drive by +I'm knockin snitches in ditches when I do drive bys + +[Chorus] + +[Bridge] +Look if you wanna get paid, get that money nigga +If you wanna ride blades, get that money nigga +If you wanna Escalade, get that money nigga +Yeah bitch I got it made, get that money nigga(oh boy) + +[Verse 3 - Lil' Flip] +Look it's one for the money, two for the show +Three gigs for eight five now I need my dough +Look I'm straight off the block where the fiends be geekin +I know a cat who snort three O's every weekend +Lawyers, and doctors hide behind they occupations +Cause at the first of the month they be waiting +Shiiit I take food stamps and all that shit +And if that ain't a hustle what you call that then(chump) +I'm a young ass nigga with alot of game +I floss hard cause everyday I rock a different chain +I think my hood and my niggas who hold me down +Besides Lil'J, Lil' Flip control the town(*echoes*) + +[Chorus] + + +Hustle for the Same Thing[Lil' Flip] +Hey +Put the beat up a little bit +Yeah +I like it right there +That's perfect +Matter fact, this track is perfect +We talking about gettin' this money +No matter where you from +Europe, France, Switzerland +Amsterdam, Houston, Cali, get money + +[Chorus: Fingazz] +It don't matter where you from (We stay on the grind) +We do what we gotta do (Got money on the mind) +In my hood +In y'all hood +We gotta hustle for the same thing +We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +We gotta get it, gotta get that money +We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +We gotta get it, gotta get that money + +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +We grind for the same thang +I got a few partners on the chain gang +And ain't never comin' home, you know +When you locked up +Your woman gone +You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no cash) +You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no ass) +I'm addicted to cash, I'm allergic to haters +Blunts make my throat burn (Nigga, roll up a paper) +Flossy in Vegas, then I light optimos +All this ice, got me with a flock of hoes +In H-Town +Niggas get paid for real +Fuck what you heard +We chop on blades, for real +Pimp C back home, gettin' his money on +Like Puffy Combs, the nigga got his own calogne +And two big homes, plus I got exotic cars +It feel good to be a ghetto star (I wouldn't trade it) + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E] +It's a struggle that we live for +Stayin' alive +While Bush startin' more wars +Out grindin' +Money is a object +Gas prices going up, and how we s'pposed to solve this +Trade my humble for that GT Bentley +I'm trying to come up +Homey, why you envy? +Ain't my fault, I'm that number one stunna +Don't Get It Twisted was my business summer +Shine the hoes with the cash flows +Buy the Don Perignon, at the optimo +Can I get a V.I.P. at The Lounge, partner? +They never seen a bald-headed homey eating lobster +Trippin' cocktails, all drinks on me +Jokers givin' out tat's +At the party +Time for the brams, to make that cash +Sittin' next to George Lopez +He made me laugh + +[Chorus] + +(Verse 3) +[Lil' Flip] +In my hood, niggas get money all day +Look, before I hit the blunt, I stop and pray +Each and every day +I never forget +I rap now, but you know, a nigga came from bricks +Catchin' lights movin' white +To get that green +Ain't no furniture, but shit, I got me a flat screen +That was '98 +Now I got cake +In the 18-room grill like Bobby Plate + +[Mr. Capone-E] +I got a house on the hills and the house in the hood +A house on the beach, and I'm still up to no good +Acting a fool, tryna stay sucker-free +After party at the club, chill, V.I.P +Cause I'm dressed like the president +Call my chauffer +Ladies love me, so I tell 'em, "Come closer" +And gimme a kiss, cause ya boy made a hit +It's all about the money +Now, just sing +Oh! + +[Chorus] + +[Fingazz] +Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +Gotta get it, gotta get that money +"Fi-fi" +{*scratching*} +"Fi-Fingazz on the track" +We gotta get it, gotta get that money +Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +Gotta get it, gotta get that money +Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +Gotta get it, gotta get that money + + +Last Dayz[Lil' Flip-Talking] +Gyeah, this what you wanna hear right +This what it's about +Stop lyin in the streets man +You ain't doin what you puttin on them records nigga +I know yo past nigga, so you can miss me with that bullshit +I'm a gangsta this, I'm a shoot that +I'm a pop this, I'm a stab him +You ain't gon do shit, you ain't gon do shit +Cause you'se a bitch + +[Verse 1-Lil' Flip] +Look many people wanna know what I been through +A whole bunch of bullshit but I continue +To make great music, I make that good music +You do commercial music, I do that hood music +Remember 'Game Over'I hit the punchlines +Remember 'Sunshine'three hundred thousand times +That's how many spins I got-and I got a plaque +I got a Bentley Coupe nigga on top of that +The Rolex still in my fuckin'safe nigga +You a kid to me so I put you in yo place nigga +I been around the rap game for like 12 years +I'm drinkin Cristal, you barely drinkin 12 beers +I'm smokin weed my nigga, I gotta grow mine +These niggas shoot slugs at me, I gotta throw mine +You can diss me nigga I'm a come and see ya +When them hollow tips hit ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya + +(Chorus-Lil' Flip) +The streets don't lie, so quit thinkin the beef gon'die +I need atleast five blunts for me to get high +Fuck the cops, I'm a ride +So tell my enemies them niggas better hide-I gotta forty five +(Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave nigga +(Buhhh-Buhhh)you better behave nigga +(Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave +Cause we livin our last dayz + +[Verse 2-Young Noble] +I spitt that ol'thug spirtual nigga +Like you live through this, they gon label you a miracle nigga +This sort of like a Panther party +One nation of thugs comin together not to dance and party +Livin nations in the game-Outlawz a known threat +Ain't never had a deal, and we still ain't broke yet +First things, first man-you fuckin with the worse +If you scared get a dog-or take yo ass to church +Uhh Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, we Outlaw military, Makaveli trained +Them little homies slang, and the big homies bang +I shine through my rhymes fuck a car and a chain +Remain the thug's blue print +They'd rather cop some old Outlaw 'Pac shit, then most of y'all new shit +Remind you bastards-nothin but them timeless classics +Learn about us in them college classes + +(Chorus-Lil' Flip) + +[Verse 3-Lil' Flip] +Ay my partnas in the hood I can't let e'm starve +I fuck with Keak The Sneak, I fuck with Messy Marv +I fuck with San Quin, I pack a Mac-10 +These niggas never seen a black Maybach Benz +I was the first rapper to ever have one +I seen a diamond chain I had to grab one +Then Nelly got one, then niggas followed soon +That's when I told Johnny make my piece all blue + +[Verse 4-Young Noble] +Look mean what you say or don't say shit +I fuck with Scarface, I fuck with J-Prince +I fuck with my nigga Trae, the whole A-B-N +Big House and Sac, Real Talk Entertainment +The streets don't lie-niggas is gon'die +Nigga I'm on fire, niggas is gon'ride +Yeah it's Outlaw for life +We ain't doin what y'all doin-we doin it right + +(Chorus Till End) + + +Warrior(*Talking*) +Ay I'm tired of all this talkin +I don't know what y'all heard +But I'm a warrior, let's go + +[Chorus] +Real niggas (what up?) Clover Geez (What up?) +If you ain't talkin 'bout fightin then you need to (shut up!) +I'm a warrior nigga, I ain't scared of you nigga +I'm a gangsta boy, I'll put led in you nigga + +[Verse 1] +If you diss Lil' Flip I'ma find you nigga +If you forgot I'ma G I'ma remind you nigga +I got pimps on my team that'll cut you up +Man, I got pimps on my team that'll fuck you up +I ain't never been a hoe, I never run from a fight +I'm the one the hoes love but the niggas don't like +Cause I made it out the hood now my team doin great +Niggas finally get a brick now they think they got weight +Nigga, I been straight you the one goin broke +I got 300 grand around my throat +Cause I'm the hardest MC reppin H-Town +You keep playin I'ma leave you with your face down + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2] +Huh, niggas know me I ain't scared of a bitch nigga +Cause you know a roach ain't shit to a rich nigga +And just because you heard I rap you don't know a nigga +Now gimme that, that ain't the right way to hold a pistol (stupid) +You toy soldiers gon catch five and roll over +While me and the other Clover Geez blow doja +And if you bitch made +I'ma run across your face with a switch blade, now take that + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3] +I be in Memphis 10, I be with Juice and Paul +I get money from Skinny Pimp (why?) cause that's my dog +I be with killers and convicts that put in work +I can blow five mil' and it will not hurt (damn!) +Cause I learn the game before I earn my change +And I will pay you back if you mention my name +Huh, it could be the mailman at your front do' +Or it could be your biggest fan in the front row +I like drama so call your momma I got a llama +That's what you get bitch for fuckin with a big tymer +A rich nigga with chrome triggers for all y'all +And if it's fuck me, you know it's fuck y'all + +[Chorus] - 4x + + +Sing for the Moment[Verse One- Lil' Flip] +Haha +I'm black, but I know how to rock n roll +I know how to rock the crack, and rock the show +Then I roll out, cuz I can't hold out +That's why every concert I do, is sold out +From, Houston, Dallas and Lafayette +I got, white boys, that bump my shit +I got this game locked, and I lost the key +And it seem like everybody, want sumthin for free +And now all the hoes say, they comin' wit me +Cuz they know they smell good, when they runnin' wit me +But I ain't trickin', I'm just stickin' +This ain't chicken, so I ain't lickin' +Cuz Imma pimp hoe, and I got good bangin' hoe +No matter where I go, they love me in the hood mayne +I guess I'm in the good lane, cuz now I'm doin' great +Even though I'm showin' love, some niggas still hate + +[Hook] +Sing with me +Sing for the year +Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear +Sing it with me, Just for today +Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away.. + +[Verse Two- Lil' Flip] +It's two-thousand three, and I'm twenty two +I ain't changin', I still got three hundred tennis shoes +I ain't changed, I just like to chill alone +Cuz every other day, I'm in a different time zone +Signin' autographs, for all my fans +Cuz that'S how it go, when ya music in demand +I flew straight to Japan, to make eighty grand +I bought a house on the beach, now I got me a tan +I push the lex lan, cuz Imma tex-an +Pump call shawn taylor, tell 'em get them checks in +Cuz I need mine, before I sign my contract +I gotta read mine, if I pray everythang gon be fine +You know I run the streets +I drop my vocals before my niggas stomp the beats +I bring the heat, just like my name was Pat Riley +I'm my CEO, you can't fire me, bitch + +[Lil' Flip - talking] +Haha that's what I've said nigga +This how we do it, we sing for the moment +We don't know how long this shit gon last +So we gon keep droppin' this heat, on yo motherfuckin' ass +Everyday, mixtapes, undergrounds whatever +That's how we get our money, nigga +We gotta supply the demand +Lil' Flip, represent cloerland +Southside, that's where I stay +Home of the braves, fuck the Glocks, put on the k's +Sing it wit 'em + +[Hook] +Sing with me +Sing for the year +Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear +Sing it with me, Just for today +Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away.. + +[Third Verse- Lil' Flip] +Last verse now, ye +I gotta sing for the moment, for hum birthday +Nigga, I bought a ring for my homie +That's how we do it nigga, he shop for me +Fuck it nigga like I said, Imma cop the key +Gotta get that good money, ain't fuck wit that evil money +Even thought I had to fuck wit that illegal money +Love money, could be drug money +But shit, I got tatoos it's all thug money +I'm lil flip, I know you like how I spit +Shit, cuz niggas know this underground but it still a hit +It ain't my beat but, it's my lyrics so, when you hear this shit +Yur gonna love to hear it cuz I, spit to ya spirits +From the shit that I say, niggas know freestylin' shit be everyday +I do that shit when I don't feel like it, but I'm like a phychic +Cuz you can predict what Imma do nigga, keep fightin' +Writin', freestylin', smilin' wit my ice +Go to the car lot, nigga fuck the price (fuck the price) + +[Lil' Flip - talking] +Haha, we used to didn't have a lot, now we got a lot +Each time we thank god for what we got +We worked hard to get where we got +And we sittin' on top +No matter what you do, keep ya head up + +[Hook] +Sing with me +Sing for the year +Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear +Sing it with me, Just for today +Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away.. +Sing with me +Sing for the year +Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear +Sing it with me, Just for today +Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away.. + + +Where You From(Verse 1 - Flip) +I'm from the place where they passed on my homie Vince Young +I'm from the place where even teenagers got guns +I'm from the place where J.Prince paved the way +I'm from the place where my nigga Screw sold gray tapes +I'm from the place where we drink codiene like milk +I'm from the place where they keep the bumper kit on tilt +I'm from the place the young niggas rob for funds +I'm from the state where the D - boys'll hide your son +My bullet proof block shots like Olajuwon +I keep a cane with me like I'm Ronald Isley's son +I'm from the place where we get the kilo's for cheap +I'm from the place where you have to pay off the police +I'm from the place where the crime rate continue to rise +You ain't ballin you had to look at the menu for fries +So next time you see Flip at a show just scream +And six million records later, hold up Sandy check the paper + +(Chorus) +Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from +Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from +Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from +Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from + +(Verse 2 - Young Noble) +Yeah this life of an Outlaw ain't easy +I was raised in Jersey, born in La'Leezy +That's Loscandlous - homie I'm both handed +Best of both coast's, raised by the vultures +My mama was a hustler, then became a customer +I'm a young distrubuter - it's like we never had enough +Get it, have it and keep it all in that order +Fill a Swisher with a quarter, most of my niggas is caught up +The good die young - a, the streets is hungry +Nothin but gangbangin on the streets of Jersey +We came up in stolen cars, Redman and Nore +Play the block twenty - four hours it's all for the money +Beef patty, coco bread, quarter juices, and chips +On the stoop gettin rich till we scoop by the pigs +Yeah it's Young Nob'and Flip - we on the stoop gettin rich till we swoop from the pigs + +(Chorus) +Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from +Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from +Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from +Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from + +(Verse 3 - Gudda) +I'm from the murder capital, where they murder for capital +Guerilla's with bananna clips, gotta keep a mac or two +Young Rambo, shit load of ammo +Hit everything in sight, niggas will can you +I use to post on the block for the dividends +Now I get paid on the mic spittin synonyms +This kadafi shit, nigga I'm a bomb on 'em +Outlaw, Fatal with the flow - put the crown on 'em +Starin at the world thru my rearview +Glass house whip sittin nice, that's the clear Coupe +This the city where the skinny niggas die at +This the city where the skinny niggas ride at +I use to grind crack just to get the right scratch +And now I ride tracks, punishin the high hats +I'm lookin up cause the city is mine +You'll never find another city gritty as mine(New Orleans) + +(Chorus Till End) + + +Freestyle (Lose Yourself)[Lil' Flip] +Yeah, they told me I had to prove myself I'm like Eminem I'ma +Yourself myself, I'ma Neva eva go lose my wealth, long as I got +CB on the shelf, I'ma be paid nigga, live laid nigga, I been rappin +Ever since the third grade nigga, I keep the game from head to D +To the B R A T Jamaican free, I used to wanna rap but I +Couldn't buy beats, I never been the trick but I got treats +Lil' Flippa I had to shine, graduated in 1999 +I said I just gone rap for a year go back to highschool no I can't +Be a quita, I can't fuck all night, I gotta live with my dream +I had a dream to be the Freestyle King +And I am I am and you niggas still hatin, and you niggas broke +Sittin' on the cratin, waitin, wanna do a track with me, nigga +I got my catz with me, A lot of niggas comin after me +Shall niggas not like my family, if you ain't die with me nigga +I'm screaming fuck y'all, hump to hump told me don't thrush you +I'ma bout my money man, wit you bout nigga, do really got a car +And a house nigga, did take care of mama when you got paid +Did you fuck with a bitch and go get laid, when got my money nigga +I went to see my motherfuckin niggas who was in the penadentry +With no money nigga, with no hoes, with no clothes, some niggas +In night in parole but, I'm still cold on the motherfuckin mic nigga +I'm so throwed I can fuck a dike nigga +I been freestylin nigga all my life nigga, I'm doin this shit from the head +I ain't white nigga, niggas hate me, but I don't really care +Cause I'ma be a legend like Andre Wettah, you can't fuck wit me +You might as well jump down cause I'm the hardest freestyler around +Man, Lil' Ron we havin a little fun, we packing big bullets and we got +Those little guns, nigga, we don't play with you niggas, that's why +We won't spend a motherfuckin day with you niggas, you niggas +Talkin, hatin and chit chat, nigga we the fuckin sucka free nigga +On the map, and I did like that, my nigga, in this rap game +Committed like that, I can spit it like that, what my fitted like that +When you I can do dat nigga I did it like that, there was a reason +I'm ballin every season, nigga I'm young dirty ass hevened, but I +Found my way up part the ghetto, you tried to take what I work +Before I got the ghetto, and I don't play wit you niggas, fuck you +I got money nigga, I can have somebody touch you, but I'ma +Be the bigger man and leave that shit alone, cause Screw know +Who the real king thats on the throne, nigga you really need to +Come fuck wit me, cause I'll really really can't fuck wit me +Nigga, Bitch + + +I Shoulda Listened (Remix)(*talking*) +This song right here, this what Steve Harvey say +He like off the album I Shoulda Listened +Shouts out to my nigga Steve Harvey (yeah) +My nigga Cool Cat, you know this just the underground shit +Freestyles man (freestyles), off my own beats +Check me out look + +[Lil' Flip] +I shoulda listened, when you said don't do +A lot of shit, that people just don't do (my bad) +Move that dope (what), sell that crack (what) +Just to get money, and drive a Cadillac +I shoulda listened, when you told me +That, bullshit is what they sold me +Cause, they say black people ignorant +But I don't think that, I didn't listen +I'm in a bigger position, I paid my dues +I keep God first, cause that's the rules +I'm a changed man, the same man +I'm Lil' Flip, I stick to the game plan +Execute every move, watch out for every hater +Fuck getting blown, nigga I'm about my paper +After my paper blown, then I'ma get blown +But if I ain't got no paper, ain't no reason to blow +I do the show, and I make my stacks +A lot of niggas, don't know these tracks +Go everywhere, even overseas +That's why, I got some Range Rover keys +Cause I keep, going platinum in the streets +And I keep going platinum on these, beats +And some rappers, ain't even on they feet +But they doing thirty shows, all week +And I'm at my peak, I'ma be the best +Represent for the South, like Pac did the West +I'ma rep, for my niggas who in jail +I'ma rep, for niggas who making crack sales +I'ma rep, for my niggas in the motherfucking Penn +Trying to get out, just got ten +I'ma rep, for the niggas with no do' +I'ma rep, for the pimps who be really pimping hoes +Pimpin Ken, can't forget the Don Juan +I'm Lil' Flip, what's up to my nigga Ron +Lil' Ron nigga, that's my dog nigga +You got some beef, all you gotta do is call nigga +You know we coming, me and Hump we gunning +Watching out for these hoes, that I fucked when I was in Hundred +Middle School, I was just a little fool +I did a lot of shit, I got shot and was in critical +Condition, but I was still on a mission +It's like tracks, it's just like I'm fishing +I write a hook, and I hope somebody bank +I might go platinum, if it's music that they like +I'm so tight, cause I'm better now +I'm getting cheddar now, I'ma do a double header now +I'ma sell a lot of records, I'ma tell the people +I'm Lil' Flip, and I'm so so special + +(*talking*) +Yeah (yeah), ha-ha I shoulda listened man +I shoulda listened, and that's what I'm saying man +Reality, this a reality check for y'all +Yeah, I shoulda listened, yeah I shoulda listened +Uh I shoulda listened, yeah kids, I shoulda listened +Keep God first + + +Forever Bangin’ ScrewAy, u know me i ride wit my trunk raise upBoy I'm +Riding dubs u better put them blades upBanging screw four +Fifteens kick hardAround da block one time come back and +Switch carsSip barre cause it's a family tradition +I'm the freestyle king it ain't no +CompetitionI'm a screw head i ride black, blue +Red,niggas call me lil flip nigga i can do that +I thought you knewwwwwwthat we forever +Banging screwwwI thought u knew that +I done +Bought tha cat bought tha houseGot about thirty karats +Inside my mouthI represent the dirty dirty the dirty +SouthI even put it down with Swishahouse I got more +Syrup than waffle housenine nine graduater i walked +AcrossI run through all hoes like Marshall Faulk I +F*ck with Big Pokey and Big HawkUnderground mix tapes got +Us fameF*cking with real niggas got us gameScrew up +Click bout to go worldwideand once ya cross 610 welcome to +The southside +Thanks to my nigga +Screw i got my shine on Now my nigga gone so i got to +Rhyme strongima go platinum cause i'm a lyrical +Threatthink about you every time i hear a casettechop up but them niggas can't chop like u them niggas +Can't even make the music stop like uso ima keep u alive +Every time i rap on da real DJ Screw put us all on the +MapSo every time i bust a flow ima show my ass he +Taught me two things keep it real anf fold my cashbitch im +Rich still dropping undergroung shitf*ck the radio i drop +Underground hits (im a screwhead) + + +Da Freestyle King Award(talkin') +Nigga, 2000, Y2K +Me and Ron C all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga +Fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down +Y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy +Cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga +Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King +Sucka Free, fuckin' with that Ron C +Dat Dodo, y'all blowin' bullshit +Indo nigga this what we blow... + +(Lil' Flip) +We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno +They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo +I say naw nigga I got shows to do +After the concert, I got hoes to screw +If I'm on stage, I don't wanna be close to you +I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you +What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin' +Some niggas got gold in they mouth, I got platinum +I ain't cappin', what happened +I done blew up too quick +I'm the Lil' Flip, Da Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click +I represent, I get head +Ride blue, ride black, I ride red +Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club +Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks +How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys +But you might see me in a drop top boy +I roll rolex, I got baggets, princess cuts +If I'm in the club, you'll see me, pimpin' sluts +That's what i do, nigga all the time +Get rotation on 97.9, that's The Box +Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox +Used to be on blocks, slangin' rocks +Now I'm changin' dots, in my drop top prowler +Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler +Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be +She wanna fuck, I'ma call her and see +Take that hoe to Motel 6 or go to Tweety's +Pour a duece in the can, sold a four in Tahiti +Now I'm leanin', nigga, I'm in the green Beamer +Supa dupa fly like I'm Missy Misdemeanor +I'm Lil' Flip, nigga, I know you know me +Baggets and 30 pointers all on my rolly's +You might see me in a Expedition +With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin' +I'ma balla, nigga I told you that +If I ain't ridin' green then I'm rollin' 'Llacs +I'm from the Clover, I'ma solja, I write rhymes in my folder +Hell yea, I got mo' crystals than Folgers +That's coffee, hoes wanna toss me, get off me +Cause I be ballin' outta control, hoes they stalk me +From Milwaukee, my Nextel, inhale, exhale +Half of my niggas locked up in jail +But I'm still on the block, puttin' it down +Nigga when I smile, bling, platinum puddin, you gotta frown +You be mad, cause you see me in a drop top Jag +50 G's for a car, that's not that bad +I can do that, if it's too fast, I can screw dat +Get the brand new drop, royal blue dat +Now I'm cruisin', niggas I be bruisin' +Gettin' all mad cause in the club, I be choosin' +I like yellabones, talk on PrimeCo telephones +Got hoes from Hine-Clark to Yellowstone +I'm in Homestead, killin' with the real niggas +We wearin' Platinum Fubu, y'all still wear Phil Hilfiger +I almost fucked up, but nigga I'm the king +I can freestyle all night til the doorbell ring +And all I do, is ride on chrome +And all I got, is DVD's inside my home +I got a Jacuzzi, I might watch Scary Movie +Hell yea, I get head from yo mama every Tuesday +This Lil' Flip, I bet cha know dat, show dat +Hell yea, you owe me some money, nigga you owe dat +So pay me, the radio gon' play me +Look at my yard, I got mo' toys than Kay-Bee +Who I am, The Leprechaun, Freestyle King +Change the color of my teeth and my byzletine +Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime +Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded +Y'all can just parallel park, when I open up my mouth, its farewell to the dark +I sip drank, flip pints, sip 8's, got hoes at Worthing, Sterling and Yates +And when I pick 'em up, nigga, I'ma take 'em to the room +Nigga, I'ma be the witch and you can ride my broom +Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off the dome +I got all, satellites from the top of my home +I get gone in my zone, nigga, I'm in a Bentley +Niggas mad, they got Guess glasses, I wearin' Finley's +And S classes, jumpin' out, nigga Da King +Fuck y'all nigga, I'm jumpin' out limosuines + +(talkin') +Nigga, Lil' Flip, Sucka Free, Swishahouse nigga +We over here too nigga, we puttin' it down nigga +The North and the South, nigga, how you do it, that was freestyle... + + +Pill or Two[Lil' Flip Talking] +Smoke somethin*coughing* +I mean you gotta get intoxicated +If you wanna be a rock star +It's Gates, Young Noble-Outlawz, Clover G's +Real talk, we got here + +[Verse 1-Lil' Flip] +Come with me ma, let me show you how a gangsta do it +This for the club but this gangsta music(oooh) +I told valater fetch my car +And hurry up but don't wreck my car +Let's go to Rosco's or M & M's-cause they got the best soul food +My pinky ring lime green-my bracelet so blue +The Coupe is so new-the roof is closed too +I got ya back if any cat approach you +Cause when that liquor talkin they take it too far +And you ain't know that old beef, cause new scars +Me and my crew stick together like velcrow +That's cause we got more stripes then a shelltoe +You smell dro-but hell no you can't hit it +I don't care if you rap-so nigga don't spitt it +That's when the valie came with my drop top +The after party at my suite, now let's hit I-Hop +Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce + +(Chorus-Lil' Flip Repeat 2x) +Baby girl I'm a mack, you conversatin with a star +My pistol on me but ya dude gotta walk to the car +Cause you know I wanna chill with you +I'm on that Goose and a pill or two + +[Verse 2-Young Noble] +Bein a straight G, ain't easy to be +Which one of ya'll leavin with me? +It's easy to see, it's poppin where ever we stoppin +Get money it ain't even a option +Lil'mama I don't deal with the non sense +You dealin with bosses +So everything is business, no feelings involved in +Bring ya crew to the street +Ma let me catch you slippin, I'ma put you to sleep +I don't play them games, what's my name? +It's Real Talk Entertainment-I ain't gotta explain +This for the Macks out in Sac-all my playas in the back +Niggas ain't gotta flaw, you know they got stacks +Wrong nigga to run up on you lay flat +Whatever you thinkin it is-it ain't that +Baby whatever you drinkin tonight-I got that +Shawty whatever you drinkin tonight-I got that + +(Chorus-Lil' Flip Repeat 2x) + +[Verse 3-Lil' Flip] +I'm bout to throw a all white party like P Diddy +It's goin down all night if you wanna come with me +I gotta bag of that sticky, I got my canabis with me +Just take off ya Vickies, but don't leave me no hickies +I'ma pull up my Dickies and we can get us a quickie +While we listen to Fifty in the back of the Bentley +I'm still packin a semi-my new Mac, in the Hemi +When I'm back in the city, my Cadillac lookin pretty(ya dig) + +(Chorus Till End) + + +For My ThugsLil Flip, Trick Daddy... + +[Hook: Trick Daddy - 2x] +I'm doing this one for the thugs +And them boys down South, much love for the thugs yes sir +For the thugs, and them boys in the city +Much love for the thugs, yes sir + +[Lil Flip] +From city to city, state to state +Me and my niggas on the road, trying to make this cake +Cause if you don't work, you don't eat +So right now I'm in the studio, bringing the heat +And I've been doing this rap thang, for a long time +I went from flipping them dimes, to kicking them rhymes +From one tat, to twenty five tats +I went from one sling shot, to twenty five gats +And all I want, is twenty five placks +And if you want a show, I need twenty five stacks +Fuck a dat, I got a playback machine +One mic one stage, and a ounce of green +And I'mma show you, how we do it down here +And if you ain't from round here, get the hell from down here +And just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet +It's Lil Flip, Trick Daddy and my boy Greg Street + +[Hook: Trick Daddy - 2x] + +[Lil Flip] +When I'm thugging like Pac, when I'm hugging my block +If you run to the cops, I'mma come with my Glock +If you play with my do', I'mma spray at your ho +So if the shit ever happen, don't act like you ain't know +Cause I got niggas on my team, that'll pop the steal +And make your body disappear, like David Copperfield +And I got family in Miami, that'll ride for me +I got some homies in Atlanta, that'll die for me +And I'm a pimp, so my hoes never lie to me +They get taped with my cane, and go fly for me +So bring daddy his cash, so I can re-up quick +Then supply my customers, when I flood the strip +Fuck a drought I got that work, like a booking agent +I got bricks in the attic, and pounds in the basement +And that's how we hustle, around my way +We living like Denzel, on Training Day, cause I'm a thug + +[Hook: Trick Daddy - 4x] + +[Lil Flip] +I'm doing this for Houston, Dallas, College Station +To all my young thugs, who still on probation +For my niggas locked up, with no parole +And to whoever bought my tape, cause my shit went gold +And we thugging, rolling on Dubs and +We valet, when we come to the club and +I stay strapped up, cause I got shot this year +And I'm about to go quadruple, like Pac this year +That's one million, two million, three million, fo' +And after that, I'mma put red in the do' +So just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet +And watch me put these hoes, on the ecstasy + +Yeah nigga... + + +B.M.F.[Intro Lil Flip] +Ugh Yeah B.M.F. Blowing money faster free Percy regroup baby haha Ugh + +[Lil Flip - Hook x2] +I think I'm J Prince King Fish hot rod now welcome to the mob +One nation under god, cross me and we'll come and do the job + +[Lil Flip - Verse 1] +My BM dub triple black I'm coupin' on em +Suicide doors with the gat eyes droopin' on em +Flip gates that's my nickname she rub my thang' on her chest like Vicks mane' +I'm self mad you just affiliated we the mob process you get humiliated +Kush blunts I keep a loud pack tell Steve Rifkind to bring the old loud back +I'm straight drop straight ? I'm taking tabs,bars +Plus we got amphetamines UGH +You know I got them lynn buyers the speakers in my trunk sound like 10 choirs + +[Lil Flip - Hook x2] +I think I'm Jay Prince King Fish hot rod now welcome to the mob +One nation under god, cross me and we'll come and do the job + +[Lil Flip - Verse 2] +These broke rappers mad cause I'm icy 4 magnums cost the price of my brightlamp +I think I'm King Fish (why?) see all these killas' with me +I keep a long haired chick in my villa with me +Look at yo' self now look at me do it look like I'm worried about a rap beef? +Look at it this way we get the most guwap and ever week me and big baby at the lot +I think I'm Jay Prince (why?) you see my compound +I send my money at high rollers and it never comes down +I keep a shoota' with me like a crack addict +Birds fly south so it's 20 keys in that attic + +[Lil Flip - Hook x3] +I think I'm Jay Prince King Fish hot rod now welcome to the mob +One nation under god, cross me and we'll come and do the job + + +R.I.P. Screw (feat. Bizzy Bone)(talking) +Yeah (yeah, yeah) uh +Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone +(First Eazy, Houston Texas +Then Pac, then Biggie +And now it's Big Pun +Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah) + +(Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x) +And even though you gone, your memory lives on +And on yeah, and even though you died +You still my nigga, my nigga, my nigga + +(Lil' Flip) +I met Screw in 9-4 at a Fat Pat show +Back when Club Unique, use to be stadium bowl +I walked up to his car with a cassette in my hand +Then I freestyled for him cause this could be my only chance +Me and my partner Jason, we started doing mix tapes +We both smiled cause we knew this could be our big break +Then Screw wrote his number down and said hit him next week +Get your list together, and pick all your beats +Well time went by and my best friend died +Rest in peace Jason dog I wish your ass was alive +A couple months later, my second cousin passed +So that made me sit down and realize what I had +I dropped "Diamonds In Yo Face" and "Buy The Car, Buy The House" +And Screw saw me at a show and said boy you went off +Two hours later, I was making tapes at his house +And didn't nobody go to sleep until the mics went off + +(Chorus - 2x) +(Lil' Flip) +I'm still on earth, and everything ter-rific +Pour me a spot, so we can reunite and kick it +People don't understand life, but one day you'll get it +But for now you better enjoy your one way ticket +And Screw, I wanna thank you for the help you gave me +We had a relationship like Lil Wayne and Baby +The day you gave me the plack saying Screwed Up Click +The Freestyle King forever is Lit-tle Flip +You let me rip, the mic while you was scratching and mixing +I wasn't trying to run shit I just played my position +We stood in the kitchen smoking, laughing and sipping +Getting high, me and you eating a basket of chicken +Before we shot fool you said Flip come get a ass whipping +I ain't gone lie, Screw could shoot with one hand without missing +I'm on a mission, I'm trying to Screw up the world +Lil' Flip gone hold it down baby that's my word + +(Chorus - 2x) +(Lil' Flip) +Now the last verse, I ain't even got to curse +I'm use to seeing your Impala not you riding in a hearse +You set a trend, that'll never be forgotten +Just imagine Batman if he didn't have Robin +But I learned a lot, and I'm glad I'm in a click +And please believe, I still drop underground hits +I got your name tatted on me with a crown on top +You probably DJ'ing up there for Biggie Smalls and Pac + +(talking) + +(Chorus - 2x) + + +Sunshine (Bosko remix)(feat. Lea) + +(Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip)) + +(Lea) Uhhhhhhh +(Lil' Flip) Yeeah +(Lea) Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby +(Lil' Flip) Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper) +(Lea) Ooh baby +(Lil' Flip) My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it + +(Chorus: Lea) +Sunshine +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! +I can call you my baby boy +You can call me your baby girl +Maybe we can spend some time (some time) +I can be your sunshine! + +(Verse 1: Lil' Flip) +Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player +But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player +Just answer your phone whenever I call +Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball +I like them short and tall but not too thick +I just walk in the spot and take my pick +And they wanna roll cause they like my style +And when I pop my collar I make them smile +I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets +That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat +Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you +I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you + +(Chorus: Lea) + +(Verse 2: Lil' Flip) +I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars +Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala +I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla) +And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya) +And we can meet up the next day and chill +But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live +I got bills to pay, I got moves to make +But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late + +(Chorus: Lea) + +(Verse 3: Lea) +We don't have to be in love (love) +We can just be friends! +I will be right there, beginning to the end! +I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends) +We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end! + +(Verse 4: Lil' Flip) +They say love is pain and pain is love +I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug +You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue +About - what a nigga like me do +I like to stack my bread and flip my chips +And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip +I take private jets to Vagas, man +It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man +We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure +But don't worry, the chauffer open the door +You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all) +Cause you my baby girl right?, right? + +(Chorus: Lea) +(Outro: Lea) +We don't have to be in love (love) +We don't have to be in love (love) + + +Check (Left’s Ride)I got my converse check, my pistol check +My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck +The respect come first, then the money and the power +We got more cake to make, let's ride + +I got my converse check, my pistol check +My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck +The respect come first, then the money and the power +We got more cake to make, let's ride + +They thought I'd be another one hit wonder +Until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big hummer +You know I'm a big stunna just like baby fool +Brand new Bentley Fanna what color? Baby blue +Uh, Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make +You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty-eight to a state +You got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake +What, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up + +Uh, the blades chop, we use jewerly and stage props +We hate cops, 'cause everyday we get stopped +(Why) +For ridin' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me +You try to jack me for my 'lac they gon' miss you homey + +I got my converse check, my pistol check +My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck +The respect come first, then the money and the power +We got more cake to make, let's ride + +I got my converse check, my pistol check +My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck +The respect come first, then the money and the power +We got more cake to make, let's ride + +Yo will-lean, let's roll man +(Let's ride) +We gotta go homey +(Let's ride) +You know how we do it though +(Let's ride) +(Let's ride) +(Let's ride) + +Uh, I'm too street go pop, but I pop heat in the street +I'm not braggin' G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep +Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head rest +Look I hope you potty-trained 'cause the tech'll leave you wet +Let's make a bet, I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot +Fifty weeks on the billboard dogg I'm too hot +But when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin' +Niggas like roaches when the lights on they runnin' + +Ten years and gunnin' just like M.O.P +Fuck strugglin', I get my publishin' ain't shit for free +I get that big bread, I'm making big chips +You get killed at the beginnin', I get them big strips + +I got my converse check, my pistol check +My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck +The respect come first, then the money and the power +We got more cake to make, let's ride + +I got my converse check, my pistol check +My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck +The respect come first, then the money and the power +We got more cake to make, let's ride + +I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, Nextels and sprint phones +I'm tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone +I'm harder then ya'll better yet I'm smarter then ya'll +I don't need yo ass nigga, regardless I ball +I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit +Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it +You know I drop hits every time I spitt fire +Whoever told you, I ain't ballin'-a damn lier + +I got my converse check, my pistol check +My vest, plus I got Vs1's around my neck +The respect come first, then the money and the power +We got more cake to make, let's ride + +I got my converse check, my pistol check +My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck +The respect come first, then the money and the power +We got more cake to make, let's ride + +Haha, let's ride you know I make the music +You can ride to, get high to, get fly to +Yeah, like them ruff ryder niggas +I make that shit you can ride-or-die to +Holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem +Red spider on the B, we gettin' cheddar now +We on another level now, haha + + +Ghetto Mindstate (Can’t Get Away)(Lil' Flip:) +Whooooooo! + +(Lyfe Jennings:) +Uh (x8) (talk to em Lyfe) uh (x4) (talk to em Lyfe) uh (x4) + +(Chorus x2: Lyfe Jennings) +I just can't go..... I just can't stay... I just can't, you just won't +I just can't get away....... + +(Lil' Flip:) +Ghetto mindstate! +At 15 I was making moves +Drinking beer shooting dice at school +When most niggas had a 9 to 5 shit +On the block we making 9 to 5 grand... +Each day yeah we got cheap yay (holla) +My niggas on lock they called me on 3 way +The hood hot like a crock pot +Dope fiends cutting yards for a 20 piece of crack rock +Around my way ain't nobody watching matlock +We trynna hot wire cars and break pad locks +Turn soft to hard drop it in glad locks +And drive flashy cars and get mad props +And still I won't change +Last week they caught my patna with a block of caine +And can't no amount of money stop the pain +They gave him 35 years his momma went insaine + +(Chorus x2) +(Lil' Flip:) +Ghetto mindstate! +Coming up with no father figure +I guess that made me a harder nigga (why?) +'cause I dont like to ask for shit +When I came in the game with a half a brick (yes!) +But I ain't telling lil' kids to go that route +But is on TV everyday like they dont know that route + +And Lil girls being fast +Being grown trynna Flirt +Leaving home wearing pants +Then change in to a skirt +Huh! +I live in the ghetto I stay in the ghetto (yeah!) +Run up grown Im spraying that metal +'cause ain't shit sweet around my way +All I know is one thing how to get paid (yeah!) +With Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit +This motivational music +I know you feeling this (ey!) +And i was raised in a church +But were Im from you gotta do that work + +(Chorus x2) +(Lil' Flip:) +Why everybody trynna bring me down +Because of me they respect H-town +Look I was here when yall wouldn't around +The first week you did a alright +But then that shit went down +Why everybody trynna bring me down +Because of me they respect H-town +Look I was here when yall wouldn't around +The first week you did a alright +But then that shit went down!! + +(Lyfe Jennings:) +They tell you you were born to die +Yo momma she was born to cry +Yo woman she was born to lie +Hold you down so you can't rely +I tell you that its all a lie +Young nigga You just gotta try +Keep your eyes up on the sky +Don't let your dreams pass you by +'cause somebody said + + +Watch YaUh-uh, yeh yeh, mic check +We watchin' y'all watch us +Pay attention man +Gon' take a while for y'all to catch up +Knaw wha I mean?, know how we do it man +Well do it + +[Lil' Flip] +Things ain't quite like it used to be +A lot of y'all rappers confusin' me +One day you wanna do a track wid me +The next day y'all thinkin' about jackin' me +I pack my heat my nigga I don't play that shit +If you see me wid a nine I'ma spray that shit +If you reachin' for my chain +I'm reachin' for ya brain +Your Cadillac about to have another red stain +Niggas know I got a gat wid fifty +I mean I got a fuckin' track wid fifty +Niggas play, but we don't play +When we, get ass nigga we don't pay +I pray every night, pack K's every night +If the cocaine is tan how the fuck can it be white +We got it whippin' and shippin' we gettin' bread +My nigga we gettin' head like pistols we packin' lead +We'll bust a nigga never ever trust a nigga +You talkin' all sweet I'ma cuss a nigga +I call ya a bitch, I slap ya momma +Nigga I'm vested up, so I'm prepared for the drama +Put yo bitch ass in trauma you layin' up +Hospital bill goin' up and you payin' up +I told ya not to watch Scarface too many times +How you talk shit and wasn't packin' too many nines +Yup, you just watchin' from the sidelines +Pay attention to the books and the guidelines +It's my time, it ain't yo time +I need bread before mic check and show time nigga +These promoters wanna act like they broke +When you fuck wid my money I put my hand on your throat +I slap ya, choke ya, provoke ya, steal ya, kill ya +Bitch nigga I just don't feel ya + +[Will Lean] +Yeh, nigga you know what I'm packin' +I seein' ya team homie I know what ya lackin' +I got dollars nigga fuck the cents +I paid cash off the lot now I got trucks to rent nigga +And I'm buckin' ya down, while ya weavin' and bobbin' +And duckin' these rounds +We stay on the road, y'all stuck in the town +Will Lean the chemist nigga I ain't fuckin' around +Uh nigga, and I got the Big Shasta +Double wrong nigga we gotta blast ya woah +Cause I'm keepin' it real +In a six hundred wid jimmy, keepin' the steel +Uh nigga, it's the chemist I'm full fledge +Botany big shot nigga takin' off heads +Leavin' ya for dead when I bust the lead +Hit ya in the front takin' off ya dreads woah, nigga +I'm buckin' these shells a nigga like me ain't gon' be +Stuck in the cell bitch + +[Hook] +Everywhere that I go +I got people I know +Niggas I used to fuck wid +We don't kick it no more +When they heard I got dough +Niggas started to flock +Niggas actin' like bitches +So I'm packin' my Glock +(The watcher) + + +Out There Grindin’ (Remix)Remix, remix, ha ha + +[Hook] +Is it cause them boys is out there shinin', (shinin') +Maybe cause them boys is out there grindin', (grindin') +Platinum pieces wid Canary diamonds, (diamonds) +The haters is talkin' but never mind them (never mind them) +(2x) + +[Skillz] +I don't even push caine and I push the brain +Ahead of the game, came in range +Not the Rover never pullin' over +Smooth like Hova gettin' older, (it's the remix) +Not the mafia but the three six is parked outside +Got you thinkin' how you got, left with a Lincoln +Me and Flip on some new shit +We stayin' alive no bullshit +Stick to the motto, pump a few bottles +Fuck a few models, feel no sorrow +People said to slow my roll +But the bread's comin' fast and I know +That the platinum pieces keep me shinin' +Thinkin' of my mother keeps me grindin' +Entered the game at a young age +I'm on my own I'm out the cage +If you say I'm young and I can't get in +Use a fake I.D. with a picture of my rim +Twenty fours, might work, who knows +Skillz on the track with a platinum rapper +Pockets gettin' much fatter + +[Hook] + +[Lil' Flip] +I got, big rocks all in my cross +Every night a different hoe I toss +You better check the facts check the stacks +Y'all niggas lost +How much my jewelry cost +Just ask my nigga Boss +It's winter time so you know the birds flyin' south +So spread it word of mouth, I'm tryna get 'em all +We from the Clover nigga we gon' make it through the drought +Got thirty in the vault, got fifty on my neck +A hundred on my wrist, three hundred on my check +Five hundred on my Benz, four hundred for my friends +We rollin' on lorenz, watch the spinners spin +We pimpin' hoes like Ken, we never drink on gin +My records always spin, I gotta win nigga + +[Hook] + +[Play] +No matter what the mood is, in a throwback Saint Louis +Shinin' and grindin' these ain't no birds these is Canary diamonds +So quit ya yappin', rappin' before I get to clappin' +From the 2-1-4, 7-1-3 I stay on my Q's stay on my P's +I do what I do I do it wid ease, so bitch please +The topic is, the fact that I'm shinin' +Windows down and yo I'm grindin' +Not the Clipse but I got some clips +Ten stacks, and I make a hit +Then I flip to a brick and add a five +Hit the block, now it's time to grind +Pants saggin' money braggin' +Playin' a one coachin' a two +H-one, H-twos, flippin' a Jag bounce in a coupe +From state to state, bitches to models +Pop the bottle different zones +Time zone, fire's on, whooo! +I'm in jacob zone + +[Hook] + +It's the remix +Shinin' (southside) +Grindin' (northside) +Diamonds (eastside) +Never mind them (westside), ha ha +That's how we do it man +Lil flipper, underground legend +You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me +I ain't fuck off my budget +You gotta feel me, haha, whoo! + + +Can’t Let it Happen[Talking - Flip] +Reporting live from the mothafuckin hood +It's a whole bunch of rappers takin over the rap game +Lil' Flip and Young Noble we don't give a fuck about 'em +What do you have to say...fuck 'em all + +(Chorus - Flip) +These rap niggas get a deal then they lose they mind +And once they money come in, that's when they lose they grind +Oooh I can't let it happen, Oooh I won't let it happen +Oooh I can't let it happen, y'all niggas shouldn't be rappin + +[Bridge] +So who the boss, who the boss - you the boss Flip +So who the king, who the king - you the king Flip +So who the G, who the G - you the G Flip +You know we thuggin till infinity, ain't no label pimpin me + +[Verse 1 - Flip] +Look I'm the king muh'fucka we go whole court +I be fightin I like full contact sports +See you a bitch so keep my name up out ya mouth +Cause I got ya address I'll show up to ya house +Knock, knock bitch nigga but this ain't a joke +Glock cocked bitch nigga cause I gotta Scope +Infrared to ya head leave you dead nigga +I tryed to tell you don't do business with the Feds nigga +I be hustlin, grindin cause I need mine +You got a family - bitch I gotta feed mine +When I came up in the game, I thought everybody was my friend +Till I got the brand new Benz, till I started stackin ends +You read the Du'pont, lookin at our homes +Look I done moved more weight then Star Jones +Pick it up, drop it off then I get my paper +I'm fly I got the mind of J and Tony Draper + +(Chorus - Flip Repeat 2x) +These rap niggas get a deal then they lose they mind +And once they money come in, that's when they lose they grind +Oooh I can't let it happen, Oooh I won't let it happen +Oooh I can't let it happen, y'all niggas shouldn't be rappin + +[Verse 2 - Young Noble] +It's odds and evens, I'm happy I'm alive and breathin' +They captivatin on the methods of my rhyme and reason +Time is tickin, the Outlaw's alive and kickin +Die for the mission, you know we keep the pots in the kitchen +Homie I'm cookin up that good crack, the hood gon'come back +They want that, so I pump that - for niggas can bump that +Real reconize real, I ain't gotta say I is +Ask the old heads, you can even ask the little kids +Bet they tell you this nigga respect them boys +We been thru it, you couldn't tell me nothin at all +One love, one thug - Real Talk Entertainment +Show you how to lay a hater, face down on the pavement +Show you how to put in work, turn somethin out of nathan(nothin) +The harder they tryna stop us, the harder we tryna make it +One love, one thug - Real Talk Entertainment +The harder they tryna stop us, the harder we tryna make it - nigga + +(Chorus - Flip Repeat 2x) +These rap niggas get a deal then they lose they mind +And once they money come in, that's when they lose they grind +Oooh I can't let it happen, Oooh I won't let it happen +Oooh I can't let it happen, y'all niggas shouldn't be rappin + +[Verse 3 - Flip] +Ay I told Sac just hit me when you need me back +You come to Houston I got you nigga with the Mac +You want the Mac - Ten, Mac - Eleven, Mac - Ninety +Just hit the mothafuckin line nigga you'll find me +See I be in the crib tryna come up with a plan +Tryna make a million, tryna get me a hundred grand +I got the old Fifty, I jam the old Fifty +I like the new Fifty, I'm doin two - fifty +I'm in the fast car, movin like a Nascar +Spittin to a bad broad - y'all niggas front hard +I'm in the fast car, movin like a Nascar +Spittin to a bad broad - y'all niggas front hard + +(Chorus Till End) + + +Find My Way [Clean]No where to go down these dead end roads +I tried to flee just to free my soul +It's a section, which way to go +I don't know +I tried the highways but the highway's closed +Now I'm blinded by a dusty road +Uncertain which way to go +To find my way back home to Texas +Yeah, I want you to walk with me +I done been through a lot of struggles +Lot of ups and downs +Y'all think it's a cake walk, you're wrong +Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin' +No, when everybody else sees where I'm comin' from +And I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads +I gotta turn this car around and find my way home +Will you listen to my music do you feel my s***? +Look I don't need punch lines 'cuz I live my s*** +A lot of cats sellin' their soul for radio play +That's why we need more rappers like Common 'n' Kanye +N*** scared to be broke so they fake it to make it +If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest +Back in the days I would get caught for truancy +But now I'm puttin' money back in my community +I took my homies out the hood, now they got jobs +'Cuz there's more to life then dodgin' cop cars +I played the block hard n now I play the pop charts +But now I'm getting dumb money 'cuz I got smart +Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin' +No, when everybody else sees where I'm comin' from +And I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads +I gotta turn this car around and find my way home +Hey, yo, I never seen a man cry 'til I seen a man die +So when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes +'Cuz I been through it all and my scars prove it +'Cuz when it come to that paper, homie, I'ma do it +I just rhyme part time, you better know it +These lines comin' from my mind so I never wrote it +I keep my n*** by my spine so I never show it +Yeah, I'm addicted to p*** but I never grow it +And the reason I got signed, 'cuz I'm a poet +Half of my n*** doin' time but I'm focused +Thats why I'm stayin' on the grind if you haven't noticed +That old nine nine transformed fully loaded +Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin' +No, when everybody else sees where I'm comin' from +And I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads +I gotta turn this car around and find my way home +When your new album drop everybody your friend +N*** actin' like they down but I know they pretend +I used to scrape up money for studio time +I'm like Jay-Z, homie, I remember my rhymes +Ain't nobody helped me out when my cash was low +My bills comin' too fast so I had to blow +And I walked by fate not by sight +'Cuz I know G O D will guide me right +I take the bitter with the sweet, I know u feel my pain +Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane? +I ain't tryin' to preach to you but I hope you relate +'Cuz even at a dead end you gotta find your way, okay, okay +Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin' +No, when everybody else sees where I'm comin' from +And I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads +I gotta turn this car around and find my way home +I like dedicate this track to my grandparents +They stuck by n*** through thick and thin +You know when I started doin' this rap music +They was givin' me money to go to the studio to do my demos +Long as I got my family I'm straight +They gon' be around even if I ain't got a hit +You dig what I'm sayin'? +So even at a dead end you gotta find your way +Free Z-Ro, welcome home, butterman, you + + +Soufside Still Holdin’ (Radio)Chorus: +Souf side still holdin and it ain't no lie +We ride on 4 wit tv's inside +We all suckafree, got the game sewed +When we put the mic down, say man hold up +(repeat) + +Verse: +Souf side still holdin im in a expedition +With a sign on the back that say lets go fishin +Im Lil Flip, the freestyle king u know me +Baggats and trillion cuts all in my rolie +I just went to the car lot and bought a limo +I got 7 dvd's and im watchin RamBo +When i hit the club i ain't starrin at hoes +I know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's +I got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades +Lil Flip pull stunts like Super Dave +I keep ballin, keep crawlin, keep prawlin +People wanna know where im at keep callin +Cuz im a baller im always top of the line +2000 Bentley watch it squat to the grind +Poppin bottles of wine, Moet and crystyle +On the souf side i keep my hand on my pistyle +Cuz people be always tryna show off +They try to jack but i won't take my 4's off +I know.. i gotta shine, get rotation on 97.9 +U might see my car redder than the nose of Rudolph +Freestyle 10 minutes at Screw House +The freestyle king i always go hard +After concerts i might pull yo braud + +( repeat chrous til fade) + + +Drugz (Screwed)(Talking) +Yeah, Play & Skillz, just let it bang +Na'm sayin'? Hah-Hah, feelin' this one +Yeah I'm feelin' this one +We talkin' bout music +Pay attention listen up cuz I.. + +[Hook - Lil' Flip] +I Rock & Roll, this is how a Glock explode +My music is like crack, cuz I rock the shows +You got to know, that can't nobody stop my flow +My concerts like drugz, got fans got to go +(repeat) + +I'm like crack, whenever I perform on a track +Cuz if you from outta town you about to get taxed +And that's that..I ain't changin' my price for nobody +You can keep them points cuz you ain't gon' sell four cotties +Cuz ya style to sloppy, ya beats ain't knockin' +And when you in public, them freaks ain't boppin' +My 6-4 hoppin' when I'm ridin' down the street +I still feel like I'm hustlin' (why?) cuz I'm raw with these beats +You could put me on a plane, or put me on a train +Cuz no matter where I perform, they understand my slang +They understand my pain and how I took over the game +From this day on, rap 'll never be the same + +[Hook] +I Rock & Roll, this is how a Glock explode +My music is like crack, cuz I rock the shows +You got to know, that can't nobody stop my flow +My concerts like drugz, got fans got to go +(repeat) + +I need 25 a show, I need 30 for a verse +(Them video's on BET) yeah I know how much I'm worth +(How much?)..I'm worth alot, cuz I really work alot +And since Will Lean my nigga, I gotta help him out +So I'mma put him out (so nigga kick ya feet up) +And when the stores sell-out (then it's time to re-up) +So keep yo D-up, cuz we comin' with the heat man +And if you get a deal make sure yo niggas eat man +And to my fans, I appreciate the love +So holla at ya boy when I'm at the club +Cuz I ain't Hollywood, I'm from the Hollyhood +The difference between me and them my music good + +[Hook] +I Rock & Roll, this is how a Glock explode +My music is like crack, cuz I rock the shows +You got to know, that can't nobody stop my flow +My concerts like drugz, got fans got to go +(repeat) + +(Talking until song ends) + + +All I Know (feat. Cam’Ron)(feat. Cam'ron) + +(Intro)(Cam'Ron) +Killa +Lil' Flip (Uh-huh) +Houston Harlem +Dipset in the building (yes, sir) +Let's get ready to do this shit, Yo + +(Verse One) Cam'Ron +Call me the better man +Beretta man, leather man, cheddar man +I should of been the weather man +I tell you where the high is and where the low at +When it gonna rain dog where the snow at +And where the snow at it ain't got to cold at +My block is hot kojak got his Kodak +And that's totally wack +Y'all supposed to be cats +Men of mice of course they go grow to be rats +That's ain't Cam's momento so I crammed the rental +With grams and endo had them saying Jusendo +Got that butter brother +Word to mother murder +Hit the other servers +Down at Whattaburger +Eat at Long John Silver keep the long arm silver +Fuck the long arm of the law he's strong on sckrilla + +(Bridge)(Cam'Ron) +Flip to killer +We flip to kill her +That's a killer flip ya flip we kill ya (Dipset Bitch) + +(Verse Two)(Lil' Flip) +And if you don't lurk or live here you riding through my hood +And I don't know what you heard but we'll take you for your goods +I wish you would come to my neck of the woods +Come to my hood +Better bring a tek to my hood +And we be buccin' and drivin' +While you shuckin' and jivin' +Niggas hateful low down dirty plus they conivin' +Me and my niggas we roll with triggers +We kill you for figures +We put 13 bricks in the 18 wheeler (yeah) + +(Hook X4)(Lil' Flip) +Street life is all I know +So when I carve my music that's all I show + +(Verse Three)(Lil' Flip) +All I know is nigga bring me all my dough +Cause rap money come fast and (?) money come slow +One day you on yo feet the next day you flat broke +That's the drought cause yo connect got bad dough +Now you got smoke from another nigga you don't know +That nigga might be a fed if he don't show +Plus plots and skeems +Young niggas chasing green +You better wake up cause ya'll niggas chasing dreams + +Bridge + +Hook + + +I Don’t Do Much[Flip talking] +Counting money, I don't do much +I don't do much, we makin' paper this year +Way more paper come on + +[Lil' Flip] +You know me and Will Clover G's +So please don't fuck wid me +Cause I could get you fucked up for free +Y'all niggas gotta pay a fee +Y'all niggas gotta pay a G I'm jammin +Jay-Z in a J-A-G smokin, B-U-D wid cold A-C +We blowin, B-I-G all day long +We ride on chrome, that's how we get it on +We smokin' blunts we don't smoke them dutches +We break weed down like broken crutches +Just pass the grass and keep on puffin' +Just mash your gas and keep on hustlin' +I'm always thinkin' that reality flow +I should make my lifestyle a reality show + +[C-Bo] +It's C-Bo Lil' Flip and that nigga Will Lean +In a platinum super six hundred big wheelin' +Yeh, this be the hit that I get rich on +If you don't know about my records you can just piss on +Cause I don't wait for nobody to do nothin' for me +I damn for sure don't expect nobody to do nothin' for free +Cause I'm a young, hustlin' nigga, trigger happy busta nigga +Knock the ball out the park like Dave Justice nigga +West Coast Clover G's, what's happenin' nigga +Talkin' bout the nigga's figures as big as flippers +Come on, you don't know what you gettin' into +We sits three wheels on somethin' that you livin' in dude +The truck got bigger t-v's than ya livin' room do +You wouldn't take shit if a nigga give it to you + +[Will Lean] +I don't do much but keep my ice, blocked and crushed up +Twenty two inch rims and a Benz to clutch +I don't do much, these hoes say I think I'm to much +Because the Escalade trucks smell like nubuck +I don't do much, but try to overload my safe +It started out slim but now it's overweight +I don't do much, but get my momma a new 'lac +The Range Rover is white but she wanted a blue 'lac +I don't do much, now she sittin' on twenty inch anchors +Walk a quarter mile to get the newspaper +I don't do much, but keep my family fed nigga +I breakin' bread nigga, breakin' heads nigga +I don't do much, but keep representin' my block +Botany big shots representin' off top +And I'ma stay screwed up, homie it's in my blood +Lil' Flip grab the 'tuss, C-Bo blast them slugs + + +We Gone Lean Tonite[Slim Thug - talking over Chorus] +One for the money +Two for the hoes +Three is for the niggas comin down on 4's +Slim Thugga, Lil'Flip +You know we gone lean tonite +None stop collabo +They said we can do dat you godamn right +Boss Hawg Sucka Free(*repeats*) +Puttin it down baby +Gettin this money, A-Town to H-Town + +[Lil' Flip] +Now me I'm in the back of the club +I'm about 5 deep and I'm smoking them drugs +I'm gettin a buzz everybody shakin they ass +I'm like damn you need to be making ya cash +Look at my Jag, look at my Benz, look at my niggas +Look at my men, matter of fact platinum look at my grin +I'm iced out everybody lookin like who? +Is the fuck that nigga is he really down wit Screw? +It's true I represent the south +I bought the car, I bought the house +And I'm like a dentist love to floss +Damn a nigga did it again I left the club wit 25 hoes +They can't fit in the Benz +I pick up the phone I call my dogg bring the Jag +We bout to fuck thirty-hoes at the pad +And after he fuck, you can fuck, and you can fuck +And if she on her period guess what?, she can suck + +[Chorus: Slim Thug - repeat 2X] +Ones for the money +Two for the hoes +Threes for the niggas comin down on 4's +You know we gone lean tonite +They said we can do dat you godamn right + +[Lil' Flip] +Ain't no love for none of these hoes +So when I do these shows I never run to these hoes +I laugh like I'm just sitting at a comedy show +I'm like damn I knew the summer was gonna be cold +I pull up my watch jump out my drop check the time +Check my diamonds you know I shine +I sit on recline I sip on my wine +I'm doin fine never wear Calvin Klein +I payed for mine, had to grind, had to shine +And if I went to Papadroux's I had to dine +Had to grind like Baby & Slim (wwwoowwwwww!) +And I'm a Juvenile sittin on big ole rims +Got big ole gems and everybody taking the bus ride +Look at my Cartier diamonds crushed out +I must drop another double cd bitch I'm a super star +I know you love to be me + +(chorus) + +[Slim Thug] +When Slim step up in the club hoes push & shove +Tryna get a lil love from the number one thug +I pull up on dubs in a Hummer H2 +I'm a shiner niggas can't do what I do +Young boss with big bucks +Pushin big trucks, fuckin star sluts +Fillin barre cups that purple stuff +Gotta nigga on lean pourin up codiene +I'm a drink fiend +I got the top dropped from H-town it don't stop +Bout to hit the Sixth street tryna find some bop's +Trunk popped Glock cocked on the safety +And I keep the strap at all times cause alotta niggas hate me +But they can't fade me, H-town made me +Bitches wanna break me wanna have my baby +I still bust on backs and bellys +And the boss still wrecking on tracks for fetti + +[Chorus] - repeat until end + + +Game Over (Flip) (remix)Intro] +Fury +Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh + +[Chorus: repeat 4x] +Now who dey want +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip,Game over + +[Verse One] +Ah shit y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch +I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But +You don't hear me) +My crib big like a football field (football field) +You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you +Don't hear me) +I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah) +I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me) +I make 'em bounce all across the globe +I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't +Hear me) +A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket) +Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear +Me) +I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock +You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa + +[Chorus] + +[Verse Two] +Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer +You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't hear +Me) +I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top +You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't +Hear me) +I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch + +And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me) +I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work +It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But +You don't hear me) +I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam +Mostly yall cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't +Hear me) +I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again +It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it + +[Chorus] +The game over, 'cause shit about to change over +It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't +Hear me) +If most producers want to charge too much +But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear +Me) +You might think we all beats and rhymes +But way before this rap shit,nigga the streets was mine (But +You don't hear me) +I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit +That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit + + +They Don’t Know What The Game Is About[Talking: Lil' Ron] +Yea... +You betta learn what the game got to offer +Before you try to jump foot first in it +You gotta watch what you do around certain people +Gotta peep yo' surroundings +Watch for snake niggas, snake bitches +Know what I'm sayin... + +[Lil' Ron] +A lot of people got crooked ways +Cuz they was broke and they couldn't really make no pay +I knew a dude that worked at the super market +Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin +He stopped by my house and told me he was on his ass +Then he asked, could I afford to front a half +I wasn't worried about him tryna play a nigga +I knew where he stayed, So I go and spray the nigga +I ran in and out and laid down the rules +Made sure he understood everything was cool +After 3 hours he pulled in my drive way +With all my money dog, this musta been a great day +But somethin wasn't right, that was just too quick +I found out this bitch was tryna be slick +This lil trick had a mic taped to his chest +So instead I hit him in the head, not the chest + +[Chorus: Yung Sears] 2X +They dont know what the game about +Got caught up short +Because you tried to save a drought +The streets is hot +Live with yo' eyes and ears +Mouth closed, on ya toes and you won't get killed nigga + +[Big Shasta] +Now see life is a big game, Y'all playin to win +Would you risk ya own life if it meant savin ya friend +Would you be a millionaire if you woulda been savin ya ends +Are you really that real nigga that you claimin you been +Would you still act the same to ya friends +Even though you made some change +Or have you changed now that you havin things +But I know what, I can promise you this +Man, life is too short and ain't promisin shit +Look, you never know what tomorrow will bring +Thats why I got this mo' wet to drown my sorrows away +Cuz when tomorrow's today and yesterday is last week +Somebody could blast me +For what reason, Dont ask me +Tryna be flashy, but game run out the respect +Show none, and get that chain snatched off ya neck +But hoe ass niggas do hoe ass shit +And hoes dont get whatever, act like ya know that shit + +[Chorus] 2X + +[Yung Sears] +It's a shame +But who's to blame +You gotta stack yo change +And try ya best to get paid, yea +And if you dont know what the streets'll do +Stay out of harms way cuz it could happen to you +And you and you or me and the rest of my crew +Just handle your business and do what you do +My mama told me that life is hard +Stay focused, thank God and you'll make it far +But through the pain and scars, I seen it all +But one minute you on top and then you stumble and fall + +[Chorus] 3X + + +U Neva Know (feat. Butch Cassidy)(feat. Butch Cassidy) + +(Intro: Lil' Flip) +Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man +Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang +I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man +You know Mr. Like A Pimp - ha ha +I'm in here wit my dog Butch Cassidy +Check me out, check me out + +(Verse 1: Lil' Flip) +I came in the door (door), I told y'all before (fore) +I never fall in love wit a motherfucking hoe (hoe) +I keep it pimpin like Good Game, I'm still in the hood man +Drinkin my purple stuff and grippin my wood grain (my wood grain) +I got hoes in area codes like Ludacris (Ludacris) +You think I'm trickin my dough - that's some stupid shit +I got a plan to be a man cause I sell bricks +So you can let that other nigga get your nails fixed +I treat a bitch like a bitch, a lady like a queen +Spit my game, get in her brain, now she on my team +And after we done I might call you later (might) +Just holla at a player (yeah) + +(Chorus: Butch Cassidy) + (Lil' Flip) +Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch +Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch +U neva know, and you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch +Cause you neva know, cause you neva know +(Yeeah, cause it might just be) +(Look, a nigga like me) + +(Verse 2: Lil' Flip) +I told her, "keep it on the low, boo" I know you got a man +I ain't wit that lovi-dovi shit, I ain't holdin hands (uh uh) +Just call me when you get off work cause right now I'm busy (I'm busy) +And when I finished what I'm doin, we can kick it (ahh) +I know ya nigga be goin through your phone (uh huh) +But it's cool cause every night I been roamin in this home (ha) +That nigga lame cause he don't even smoke wit you +Take trips on the boat wit you, kick back and show wit you + +(Chorus: Butch Cassidy) + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations) + +(Verse 3: Lil' Flip) +Now you can roll (you can roll) but you know we kick it all night (all night) +Cause your friends is my friends, ain't that alright (alright) +Now look (look), I got a flight to make +And I can't be runnin late cause I'm about that cake +I got business in H2's (what else?), yachts and boats (what else?) +I got crocodile shoes, leather minks and coats +I'm still livin the hood life, but I'm livin the good life +So don't get mad cause I'm bangin ya wife (nigga!) +You like to make love (make love) but she want it rough (she want it rough) +You need to talk to her (talk to her) cause she had enough (she had enough) +You think you got it locked (you got it locked) but I got the key +Cause I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P + +(Verse 4: Butch Cassidy) +You never know, these undercover hoes +Is fallin, you got to stay on your toes +They plottin schemes, or better they chasin dreams +But no, these hoes ain't movin me (meeee!) +I chased and fucked, no bitch can get me stuck +Well I'm just going to try my luck (hooo hoo) +They end up sick and hurt, but leavin in a skirt +Then find some better love to fuck (ahh) + +(Chorus: Butch Cassidy) + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations) +(Outro: Butch Cassidy) +Di di di da di di di di da +Da da da da da +Di di di da di di di di da +Da da da da da +You'll never know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch (yeah yeah) +Just never know.. when your bitch is eatin dick (eatin dick) +Huh huh (huh huh) + + +Too Much Paper[Talking] +There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch... +There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch +It's too much paper to get, for real +But I can't count it all +Fuck being around a bitch +I wanna be around my dogs, whoo!, uh +I'll do the hook like that +Just let it play do the verse + +[Verse 1] +I'm thinkin' of a master plan +Like y'all niggas movin' too slow I got a faster plan +I got a faster hand and a faster mind +Real gangstas never have to scream pass the nine +Cause we masterminds when it come to gettin' loot +In half the time, we ride around in drop top coupes +Oops I did it again another bitch in my Benz homes +When times get hard who can a nigga depend on? +A few niggas, my true niggas +From day one, DJ Screw niggas +I coulda hurt niggas but I tried to help niggas +I'm spittin' fire cause everytime I melt niggas +I got three mics plus one on my arm +The Freestyle King and the fuckin' Leprechaun +I'm from the dirty dirty, I know you niggas heard me +And if you owe me you better fuckin' reimburse me bitch + + +Givin it Back[Talking-Young Noble] +Yeah it's ya comrad Young Noble-the last Outlaw +Sendin some thug love to all my thug niggas, coast to coast +Man you know what I mean, Outlaw for life + +(Chorus-Young Noble Repeat 2x) +I got love from the game so I'm givin it back +I got love from the streets so I'm givin it back +I got love from the hood so I'm givin it back +You ain't real if you ain't feelin that + +[Verse 1-Young Noble] +I don't sell dreams, my sixteens inspire a nation +One love, one thug to my whole congragation +I got love and nothin but respect from the game +Noble ain't just a name it's the way I play to gain +Man I owe it all to the hood +I'd let every convicted drug dealer free if I could +In the words of Bob Marley homie we all hustlin homie +We all strugglin, focused on bubblin +I spitt straight substance real niggas relate to it +Ghetto gospel, apostal this is great music +Timeless classics, the grind is immaculate +I spitt rhymes accurate, I shine cause I mastered this +Shit it's a Outlaw culture, it's more then just music +Homie it's a movement, I show you how to do this with honor and pride +Since 'Pac was alive, told you niggas I'm a survive + +(Chorus-Young Noble Repeat 2x) + +(Verse 2-Young Noble) +Rest in peace B.I.G., Big Pun, and Eazy E +Makaveli the Don, and Prince Kadafi +Stack Bundles, Lisa Lopez, Aaliyah, and Mac Dre +Big Moe, DJ Screw, J-M-J +Big Stretch, Mossberg, Big L, and Al G +Neco Storm, Flen Dust, and Butta Bean +My baby mother can't sleep-she be worried when I'm gone +One day you here then the next day you gone like Camoflauge +Freaky Tay, Skylar Rock, Trouble T.Roy +I'm livin like seagram I'm sleepin with my nights on +Like Gangsta Earm homie and Soulja Slim did +I'm tryna live kidd you should know how real it is + +(Chorus Till End) + + +Get Crunk (Remix)(*talking*) +Yeah yeah, yeah, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh +We bump that Screw down here, we back +It's part 2, Lil' Flip and David Banner, you know +This time around, you gotta feel us (got to feel us) +The album went platinum, fa sheezy nigga +Yeah yeah, uh-oh so just smoke something +Look, look + +[Lil' Flip] +I still like to bang my Screw nigga, I keep it true nigga +You transparent, I can see through you +You a fake ass nigga, wanna hate on the South +Bitch nigga, get my nuts out your mizzouth +The Sizzouth, is where the niggas bizzall +Twenty inch Lorenzos, that's how we crizzawl +Go to the mizzall, and buy us some clizzothes +Go to the club, and try to fuck us some hizzoes +You know how it gizzo, I gotta keep it rizzeal +Platinum is my record sales, platinum in my grizzill +Bling bling bling, that's what a nigga like to do +But everywhere I go, I gotta represent for Screw +What about you, do you keep it real-a +Do you go half, with your nigga on some killa +Do you bang Screw, Fat Pat, Mike D +You know how we do it, we the S.U.C +Screwed Up Soldiers, I represent the Clover +Last year I dropped my first album, in October +This year I dropped on, August 27 +Nigga I smoke weed, like Snoop and Devin + +[Hook - 2x] +What y'all wanna do, what y'all gotta say +You bump that Screw down here, okay +How you niggas acting, how you niggas roll +My album went platinum, my shit ain't gold + +Ha-ha... + + +Game Over (Flip) - Clean Album VersionIntro] +Fury +Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh + +[Chorus: repeat 4x] +Now who dey want +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip,Game over + +[Verse One] +Ah shit y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch +I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But +You don't hear me) +My crib big like a football field (football field) +You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you +Don't hear me) +I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah) +I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me) +I make 'em bounce all across the globe +I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't +Hear me) +A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket) +Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear +Me) +I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock +You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa + +[Chorus] + +[Verse Two] +Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer +You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't hear +Me) +I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top +You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't +Hear me) +I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch + +And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me) +I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work +It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But +You don't hear me) +I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam +Mostly yall cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't +Hear me) +I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again +It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it + +[Chorus] +The game over, 'cause shit about to change over +It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't +Hear me) +If most producers want to charge too much +But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear +Me) +You might think we all beats and rhymes +But way before this rap shit,nigga the streets was mine (But +You don't hear me) +I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit +That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit + + +Flyboy Status[Lil' Flip] +Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin') +Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?) +Them yellow diamonds (oh these?) +They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?) +Them treated diamonds playa, haha +I'm baaacckk + +[Hook] +I'm a fly boy +I'm a I'm a fly boy +I'm a fly boy +I'm a I'm a fly boy +I'm a fly boy +I'm a I'm a fly boy +Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye) + +[Verse 1] +You see my paint (you see my paint) +Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip) +On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip +I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades) +I got my game tight (I got my game tight) +I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha) +Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS) +So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it) +Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops) +Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top) +'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace) +Who flyer than me? (you?) +Who higher than me? (stop) +I'm gettin' head like Shawna ?? +I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope) +Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause + +[Hook 2x] + +[Verse 2] +When I pull up all them hoes be +Tryin' to leave the club +Will they smoke some bud wit us? +Good girls like thug niggas +Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me +Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?) +I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb +Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah) +Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee) +And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha) +Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke +All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah) +I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!) +I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause + +[Hook (2x)] + +[Verse 3] +Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy +Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy +Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy +Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha +I slow the car down and speed it up +Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha +So don't be playin' wit a G shawty +Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty +They always talk about the kid in the street shawty +The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it +Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys +Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody + +[Hook] + + +Main Bitch Look Shitty[Lil' Flip talking] +Haha, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout +Man turn the mic up just a little bit +Yeah, yeah this that real shit man +This that shit niggas wanna hear +This the shit these streets like +Alotta of ya'll niggas marryin ugly ass hoodrats +Man, ugly main bitch look shitty ya feel me +Yo main bitch look shitty!, yo main bitch look shitty! + +[Lil' Flip] +I got hoes nigga you know that +Got these bitches posin for the kodak (cheese) +I'm Lil' Flip and you know where I'm from +Da freestyle King and the fuckin Leprechaun (Cloverland) +And we can box if you niggas wanna box +We movin rocks cause we roll with them Glocks +I'm like Pac I'm finna hit them niggas up +Got a tec-nine I'm finna lift them niggas up (not playin) +And I'm lookin at they hoes +You need to go by yo main hoe some clothes +Cause the bitch is a hoodrat +You ain't know nigga I'm good black wit a million in the bank +A whole cup of drank +I'm doing this nigga I'm hard in the paint +Whether its basketball or rappin (rappin) +If you gonna hear the new single that bitch called"I'm Cappin" +Well lets talk about these nasty ass hoes (nasty ass hoes) +Steppin out in some nasty ass clothes +I suppose you niggas ain't a pimp +And you trickin to a hoe you a mothafuckin simp + +(Chorus) +It's the place where niggas love to ball +20 inches that's the way we love to crawl +But yo main bitch look shitty +Yo main bitch look shitty +And my niggas we about that cash +You play wit us we gon' bust that ass +But yo main bitch look shitty +Yo main bitch look shitty +And you see the chrome 20's spinnin + +[Lil' Flip] +I know ya'll know I just got a deal +I know ya'll know I gotta keep it trill +I know ya'll know I' m a stay Sucka Free +I know ya'll know that ya'll can't fuck wit me +I know ya'll know I got platinum in my mouth +I know ya'll know I'm just rapping at my house +I know ya'll know that we gotta studio +And I know ya'll rappers act like hoes +I like to fuck with the niggas who real (fa real) +I like to fuck wit niggas who pack steel +I ain't trippin and I ain't slippin +The reason that I'm up right now cause I ain't slippin +But after I rap I'm a go smoke +They called Dayton's and I got 100 spokes +I'm wearin shades and I bought a Honda Los' +But while I rap I'm also runnin dope +I get on the interstate with my dough +You think I'm a get caught but now I'm sayin no! +And ya'll niggas go to jail and you snitch +And you uglier then ya mothafuckin bitch +And I'm a pitch but I ain't Nolan Ryan +You say you rich and I'm sayin I know he lyin +Like Kobe Bryant I'm a get a couple of rings +You see me playa I'm watchin a couple of screens +I'm watchin Mygver I'm a survivor +You playin wit me paint wet like salava +And I'm crawlin I do it all day +You fuckin in the class I'm hustlin in the hall way +I went to Worthing had hoes at Sterling +Drove a Suburban know I got ta Excursion +Swervin and never ever shop at Mervyn's +And when you see my Cartier (Damn!)you can't stop Observin +Cause I got X's in the middle +I gotta Lexus but yours is little +I got a Jag with some Burberry paint (fa real!) +And I ain't even gotta discuss whats in the bank +I did a song with Def Jam but I said no! +I'm a sign wit Sony and get them 0's +And now I'm rich! + + +CandycarsMan we ridin candycars eating candybars naw i ain't locked up behind bars man +This is lil flip of the screwed up click i'm the coe yeah yall still come to +See me flow i shine so hard i glow in the dark. my momma say damn boy it look +Like you got a star in yo mouth well momma that's apart of being down south +Yall still mad? well i feeling kinda glad. records going gold and platium. man +I'm tatlented i got skillz that bet ain't even seen yet i got a grill that damn +Near cost a mil. houston texas is where i live. but every body know in houston +Candycars be our style + +That's all i wanted to write lil flip i might help ya soon then holla at me and +I write you and hole new album i got killz to dogg. lil bebe + + +In My Backyard[Yung Redd] +Yeah, take a look into my backyard +Where there ain't no way out, and niggas wanna act hard +Watch your friends, some turn to fakers +That's why I smoke green acres +Get your paper, look around the world is violent +I, do my dirt and move in silence +Come on, you seen them capture, heard them sirens +Just come outside, boys are fighting +Yet the, grass is green, mosquitos biting +So I grabbed a pencil, and started writing +About the the shit we seen, the shit we did +And how we live, just growing up as a kid +Down in Houston Texas, its hot as hell +I know its hard to gain, easy to fail +Now days, anything might send you to jail +Take note, this is show and tell, in my backyard + +[Chorus] +Ooh I never thought, that it would be this way +Living in the ghetto +Who would of thought that I could make a change +All I ever wanted, was to make it out this game +Living in the ghetto +I kept on trying until I found my way, my way + +[Yung Redd] +From the porch to the street, from the street to the sto' +From the sto' to the corner, where a nigga sold dope +Put it together, this left niggas with no hope +But it seemed to twerk the block, work or stay broke +Oh no, back then money was slow +Wasn't cool to be bold, believe it I know +Wasn't no field of dreams, couldn't get no sleep +When cops popped the pistols, in the street +Now let's see, the ghetto's been shooting at me +Tell me to freeze, before I can stash my cheese +Some of us get caught, some make it out +Day in and day out, on a paper route + +[Chorus] + +[Yung Redd] +Waking up with the roosters, can't do what I use to +Like wasting time, fucking with losers +This is what goes on, way down here +Tell it like it is, we stay round here +All my niggas, get paid round here +Sometimes, people get sprayed round here +Hey, days and nights, nights and days +I use to dream of ways, to get paid +So now I'm, looking around to see what's shaking +Opportunity knocked, but my spot was vacant +Boys on the country, locked up for hustling +Game over, we just got time for nothing +You might see niggas yelling, always fussing +Around the way, this what happens everyday +So just put up your guards, times is hard +Live from the backyard, from the backyard + +[Chorus] + + +Dem Boyz Remix (Screwed)Remix, Remix Haha WOOOO + +[Chorus: Lil' Flip - Repeat 2X] +Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin) +Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin) +Platinum pieces with canary diamonds (diamonds) +But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them) + +[Verse 1: Skillz1] +I don't pu-push the cane, I push the brain +Ahead of the game-aimin range +Not the Rover never pullin over +Smooth like Hova gettin'older (It's the remix) +Not the +Mafia+ but the +Three Six+ is parked outside +Got you thinkin how you got left with the Lincoln +Me and Flip on some new shit we stay in the lab don't bullshit +Stick to the motto, pop a few bottles, fuck a few models feel no sorrow +Some people said slow my role but the breads comin fast and I know +That the platinum pieces keep me shinin +And thinkin I'm a mother keeps me grindin +Entered the game at a young age-I'm own my on I'm out the cage +If you say I'm young and I can't get in +Use a fake I.D with a picture of my rims +24's my work who knows-Skillz on a track with a platinum rapper +Pockets getting much fatter! + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +I got big rocks all in my cross-every night a differant hoe I toss +You better check the facts, check the stats ya'll niggas lossed +How much my jewerly cost just ask my nigga boss +It's winter time so you know the birds fly south +So spread it word of mouth I'm tryna get e'm out +I'm from the Clover nigga we gon'make it through the drought +Got thirty in the valt, got fifty on my neck +A hundred on my wrist, three-hundred on my check +Five-hundred for my Benz, four-hundred for my friends +We rollin on Lorenz watch the spinners spin +We pimpin hoes like Ken we never drink on gen +My records always spin, I gotta win nigggaaa + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3: Skillz1] +No matter what the mood is gotta throwback St.Louis +Shinin-and-grindin these ain't no birds these is canari diamonds +So quit ya yappin we rappin before I get to clappin +For the 2-1-4, the 7-1-3 I stay on my Q's, I stay on my P's +I do what I do, I do it with ease so bitch please +The top of the list the fact that I'm shinin +Point nose down and you know I'm grindin +Not the cliff but I got some cliffs +Tens stacks and I make a hit and I flip to a brick +And I add a five hit the block now it's time to grind +Pants saggin, money braggin, playin one, gucci the two +H1, H2's Flip in a Jag-and the rest of the crew +Snakes to snakes bitches to models +Pop the bottles differant zones, time zones +Fire zone, WOOOO I'm in Jacob zone + +[Chorus] + + +I Gotta’ Get Paid (feat. Ghostface & Raekwon)(featuring Ghostface Killah & Raekwon) + +(Chorus: Lil' Flip) +Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky +I'm a muthaf**kin' G and til I die +I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low +All I need, is more money more + +(Hook: Lil' Flip) +'cause, I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid +I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money +I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid +I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money, man + +(Lil' Flip) +I get that paper for shizzle, I'm breakin' bread with my niggas +I ride around with them triggas, I clap back nigga +I shoot that uzi like hoops, I ride around in them Coupe's +Got alligator on boots, my pockets fat nigga +We overseas with the Wu, we blowin' trees with our crew +All my clothes brand new, you gotta love it man +I'm on top of my game, rocks on top of my chain +Catchin' planes to Spain, nigga, you know I'm thuggin', man +We pushin' whips you can't buy, 24 hours we high +I believe I can fly, I'm f**ked up, dog +I smoke that shit you can't get, we spit that shit you can't spit +Fifteen tracks, no skits, so f**k all y'all + +(Chorus) +(Raekwon) +Shorties bouncin', forty ounces, Lex gon' kill up all the bouncers +Round my shit, gon' fall up out you +Raw that nigga, bring horror up out you +Thought about you, blow that forty and call the cops too +I'ma be out by four and route you +Pussy ass nigga, bring horror up out you, valor the couch, too +I'm amazin', when they pass the gauge in +Sky blue Phantom with beige in +Stop changin' it, ride it for a month +Then come up, make my change in it +Not done, the best, to get it, Uncle, let's get it +What's really real if Lex can't get it? +Shaolin whip big techs again +F**k around and caught me a Mexican bitch + +(Chorus) +(Ghostface Killah) +I blow your face off, cake off, then buy an acre, stayed off +My mustache like Adolf, don't let me pull my cape off +It's Superman lover, f**k it, no other +We just a group of bad brothers, y'all pussy, now check it +Rap DeNiro, crazy Shapiro, pushin' through customs +Back from Europe, and we changin' our Euro's for money +The Wallabees gummy, with so much paper I'm dead +Call me a cheese dummy, and we dip our leaves in honey +Awwwww, you wanna see the hammer? +Awwwww, you wanna hit the canvas? +I will not waste my time on frontin' ass +Niggas, that do not excease + +(Chorus) + +(Hook) + + +The Way We Ball (Rmx)Heyyy, Gayyyyyyyy +This ain't the regular version +You know what (This is the remix y'all) +Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas +Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge +Austin, Corporate Christian (This is the way we ball) + +(Chorus - 2x) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(Why did you bring that fantasy baksetball) +And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades +We Third Coast born but we all sections paid +(why dud you bring that fantasy baksetball) + +(Lil' Flip) +Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Heyy +But this time around, H.S.E. got green bayy +Now we got gay , cause we keep making hayy +My pockets like Oprah, they getting so gay (gay) +Cause I can do that, you know we been balling +We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling +My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash +I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash +I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags +With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint +When she touch my car, and if she +Give head, she can't puff my 'gar +But now a nigel grown, so I need grown money +I don't wanna split poop, cause I need my own money +Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain +And since I'm in a big body nigel get out my lane + +(Lil Flip) +Yo, lil ron, I got one question to ask. Why did you bring your brand +New shiny fantasy baksetball? +(Lil Ron) +I got it for christmas. You don't even have a fantasy baksetball +(Lil Flip) +Yeah I do, you idiot. I have a Yahoo fantasy baksetball + +(Lil' Ron) +I like this grape now, everyday we ball out +This purple stuff all day, until we all out +We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's +And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon +I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner +Better remember, chain froze up like it's December +Get your mind right, we playas of the decade +We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades + +(Young Redd) +Me g, I'm riding blades wher'ver I go +We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow +And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays +This is, grinding and getting paid +And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top +Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart +This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all +This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all +(Lil Flip) +Heyy redd, are you related to michael redd? He told me he +Doesn't even know how to scrimmage +(Redd) +I'm going to bounce Flip, I need to go to Sports Authority. Theres +A sale on fantasy baksetballs + +(Chorus - 2x) +(Lil' Flip) +I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp +And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd +Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink +I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink +So how you love that, or do you really hate it +Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes +I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back +I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat +I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk +We been having paper, you can ask my Hump Hump +And if you ever come to my town just holla +Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas + +(Chorus - 2x) +(Lil Flip) +Aight, I was shopping for ESPN fantasy yoohoo baksetballs, and I +Wanted two pears at Footlocker. I need two pears, give me two +Pears... + +Tom Arnold: LET'S PLAY THE GAME!! + +Lil Flip: Aight, TA lets ball + +Hey LeBron, where do you take more shots, on the court, or at the liquor store? loser + +Hey LeBron, it's ironic that you threw a pass between your legs because thats the only thing you have between your legs + +Hey Lebron, whats worse, your term paper or that autobiography by tom arnold in your dorm? + +Hey LeBron, whats higher, your vertical leap or your coach on gameday? + +Hey LeBron, fantastic scholastic lebron james tour? more like, you suck you faggot tour + +Hey LeBron, Daryl Strawberry was at the game to watch his son. He wants to know where you get such good weed + +Hey LeBron, whats with the white patches on your arms? Nicorette doesn't help you quit heroin you idiot + +Lil Flip: Lassssssssssst one + +Hey LeBron, the WNBA called, YOU SUCK!! + +(Chorus 2x) + + +Y’all Don’t Want It (feat. The Diplomats)(feat. Diplomats) + +Lil' Flip, Jim Jones {*repeat 4X*} + +(Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X) +Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us +Y'all don't want it with us (Clover Gs!) +Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us +Y'all don't want it with us (Dip Set!) + +(Verse 1: Lil' Flip) +This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain +I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane +There's nothing like it, I swear +Can't no other rappers compare +Cause I can spit it or write it +Just admit it, you like it +I'm the hottest around +Niggas know how I get down +But this ain't Making The Band +I'm tired of shaking your hand +I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle +I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay) +You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all +When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog +Don't bite the hand that feeds you +You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you +I'm tired of snakes and rats, I'm moving forward, you pacing back +While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks +You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque +I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell + +(Chorus) + +(Verse 2: Jim Jones) +Just let my movement protrude (Dips) +Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers) +And you niggas that's beefin, okay I'll chew you like food (Yummy) +Don't get Houston confused (No) +Cause they music is screwed (Purple) +They ain't slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean +They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!) +Get you tore up, we stretch 'em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.) +We controllin' our section, raw shit for the fiends (I'll smack you) +The boys controllin' my section, cause we gettin' that cream (Squalie!) +And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!) +You know I'm smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!) +So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man (Unnh) +And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam + +(Chorus) + +(Verse 3: Lil' Flip) +I'm ready to let you have it +Glocks and automatics +I put them in your chest +You shoulda wore your vest +Cause we comin to your house +With the forty cals +Dumpin twenty five rounds +Now bitch, lay it down + +(Jim Jones) +So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin +And all these bottles I'm poppin, it's uncontrollable ballin +Straight from the projects, I'm still cased up with charges +It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge +I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police +You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats +We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast +Sippin' on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner + +(Chorus) + + +U See It (Screwed)F/ Chamillion + +(Lil' Flip talking) +Duke E Loud, Lil' Flip, you see what we doing +You see what we driving, you see how we living +You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill +Still man in it, uh uh + +(Lil' Flip) +I pulled up in the jag (u see it) +Everybody know I got Texas cash (u see it) +I'm like Juve throwing up a soldier rag (u see it) +In H-Town I throw up a Clover flag (u see it) +On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (u see it) +Got a deal but I didn't sign with Def (u see it) +Got a deal with Sony now we richer (u see it) +Look me up I'm in The Source see my picture (u see it) +I got hoes just coming to my shows (u see it) +I got niggas just running to my do' (u see it) +You se everything we smoke is endo (u see it) +It's a truck but it's made by Benzo (u see it) +I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (u see it) +I got about fifty grand in my mouth (u see it) +I represent for my nigga named Screw (u see it) +Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (u see it) + +(Chorus) +Nothing less than 20 thousand on my wrist (u see it) +You got cars in your yard but none like this (u see it) +Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (u see it) +I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (u see it) +Be banging the Jaguar behind the ten (u see it) +Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (u see it) +Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (u see it) +I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed u see it, u see it + +(Lil' Flip) +You got a Cardier but it's little (u see it) +Look at mine I got X's in the middle (u see it) +I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (u see it) +I'm feeling smart cause I always get head (u see it) +I might ride candy red, or black (u see it) +If it's called a Escalade it's a Lac (u see it) +If you sitting on twenties then they shine (u see it) +If it ain't endo, we call it pine (u see it) +Down here everybody got gold (u see it) +Still flipping cause we all got hoes (u see it) +Still rich cause we all got shows (u see it) +Couple of friends but we all got foes (u see it) +Down here Lil' Flip run the South (u see it) +Owe me money there's a gun in your mouth (u see it) +Want a show you better send my deposit (u see it) +As far as Sucka Free camp go I got it (u see it) + +(Chorus) +(Chamillion) +Pump your breaks my rims be spinning in place (u see it) + +(Lil' Flip) +Don't worry we ain't got bad breaks (u see it) + +(Chamillion) +This frozen water got my gums feeling numb (u see it) + +(Lil' Flip) +I'm like nas cause I know I got a gun (u see it) + +(Chamillion) +Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (u see it) + +(Lil' Flip) +I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys (u see it) + +(Chamillion) +Niggas know I got more d'oh than Homer (u see it) + +(Lil' Flip) +I'm getting head from your gal in the sauna (u see it) + +(Chamillion) +My strap's sticking in my lap but never hit me (u see it) + +(Lil' Flip) +I got some millions but I'm still on a mission (u see it) + +(Chamillion) +A million that dot com tatted on my arm (u see it) + +(Lil' Flip) +The Screwed Up Click written in platinum on my charm (u see it) + +(Bridge) +I'm bending corners in that Lac, I'm gripping grain +This that Dirty Dirty what we do is swang +We gone ball and we gone never be ashamed +Platinum versus, platinum teeth and platinum chains + +(Chorus) +U see it - 4x + + +La La La (feat. Will Lean)(feat. Will Lean) + +(Hook) +Lil' Flip always smokin' that la la la +Will Lean always smokin' that la la la +Play-hef always smokin' that la la la +It's Clover G's and you know my lullaby, come on +Excuse me bitch, you know I'm rich +So don't snitch about how I hustle +Cause I got muscle, skip all that shit +Just gimme a brick bitch + +(Will Lean) +I'm a gangsta, it ain't love at first sight +You's a freak so we fucked the first night +I'm in the back seat puffin' that la la la +Me and my niggas gettin' high high high +You better ask around, that I smokes a pound +Four four desert eagle what I tote around +Nigga, in that Coup de Ville +Hit ya wit the steel nigga let loose ya grill +You choose to squeal, it's the truth I kill +With that infra red beam let loose ya grill nigga +Uh, and I take ya head off when I grab my shit +And start lettin' this lead off + +(Hook) +Yeh, you know how we do it man +If you in ya motherfuckin' car +Cut this shit up nigga (cut it up) + +(Lil' Flip) +Yeh, we got the dro fire it up +You want me to do it show you gotta wire it up +Go to Western Union and call me back +Gimme the tracking number nigga and I can do that +I need the dro nigga top of the line +You got clothes in yo closet but they not like mine +You got hoes in yo camp but they can't flow like us +You got weed in yo yard but it don't grow like us +Inhale exhale, Sprints and Nextels +Gotta write letters to my niggas that's in jail (keep ya head up) +Locked up they baby momma knocked up +If niggas play wid my money my guns get cocked up +I franchise like a Houston Rocket +Every eight months is when I usually drop it +Every eight blunts is when I usually stop it +Every eight Glocks is when I usually pop it + +(Hook) +(Play) +Ain't wid that huggin' and kissin' and lovin', bitch +I'm wid that smokin' and drinkin' +Cause I gotta keep it thuggin +And I'm bumpin' and grindin' +Got to put the snake to bite +R kel's I'm up all night put up a good fight +If you gon' jack somethin' make sure ya jack good +Cause if not, then I pop and I go get my guns +I rap for Clover G's and I rap for P-T-P +I rap for all them gangstas out there gettin' they cheese +I Double XL or Source to make bread +I need pots a few bricks to go slice my bread +Me Flip and Will will flip and lean on you +Take ya truck that's not ya rap and fuck a rap +After Lil' Flip album ya ass is crap +You know me Play-hef and the tracks we lacin' +Smokin' on that bubble that sticky Canadian bacon +Fuck a lil hand stamp that shit + +(Hook) + + +Every Hour[Verse 1: Lil Flip] +(Uh, uh, uh) +I'm just a laidback cat +I push a Maybach black +You know my pockets been fat +Before my tape went plat (Yeah) +You thought I'd never get a Neptune's track +Well I hate to break the news but the kid is back +We can go stack for stack +Or track for track +Better yet, bar for bar +Or car for car +Cause the bottom line is +I'm the hottest thing out +And I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty South + +[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell, Lil Flip] +(Woo) +I love the way (every hour) +You make me smile (?) +You make me drop the top (every hour) +Feel the breeze a while (?) +I went from in the club (every hour) +See me leaning on the rail (?) +See my eyes are red (every hour) +From hitting L (?) + +[Chorus: Pharrell] +N*gga I'm high as hell +If you see me two stepping +N*gga I'm high as hell +N*gga I'm high as hell +If you see my n*ggas repping +N*gga we high as hell +N*gga we high as hell +If you see me with the Tek then +N*gga I'm high as hell +N*gga I'm high as hell + +[Verse 2: Lil Flip, Pharrell] +The power of M O N E Y +That's the reason why the cats in my hood dress fly +Now let's ride on cruise control and drop the top +You must get it from your mama cause I like what you got +You think I'm fronting what I'm feeling +Cause I'm stunting with a million +I'm at the bar with a bottle +Trying to pull me a model, no! +Cause they all come up to me +They give me their number to me +They jump in the Hummer with me +Yeah, I wear rocks on the top of my Rocawear +The switches on my drop rock like a rocking chair +Now we doing 150 on the highway +I'm like Jigga my n*gga I did it my way + +[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell, Lil Flip] +(Woo) +I love the way (every hour) +You make me smile (?) +You make me drop the top (every hour) +Feel the breeze a while (?) +I went from in the club (every hour) +See me leaning on the rail (?) +See my eyes are red (every hour) +From hitting L (?) + +[Chorus: Pharrell] +N*gga I'm high as hell +N*gga I'm high as hell +If you see me two stepping +N*gga I'm high as hell +N*gga I'm high as hell +If you see my n*ggas repping +N*gga we high as hell +N*gga we high as hell +If you see me with the Tek then +N*gga I'm high as hell +N*gga I'm high as hell + +[Verse 2: Lil Flip, Pharrell] +Uh, uh +If you want to chill in V.I.P +Just meet me in the back with that B.U.D +Yeah, and if you want to come roll with us (roll with us) +Make sure you y'all down to blow [?] with us +Cause (woo wee) + +[Chorus: Pharrell] +N*gga I'm high as hell +If you see me two stepping +N*gga I'm high as hell +N*gga I'm high as hell +If you see my n*ggas repping +N*gga we high as hell +N*gga we high as hell +If you see me with the Tek then +N*gga I'm high as hell +N*gga I'm high as hell + +[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell, Lil Flip] +(Woo) +I love the way (every hour) +You make me smile (?) +You make me drop the top (every hour) +Feel the breeze a while (?) +I went from in the club (every hour) +See me leaning on the rail (?) +See my eyes are red (every hour) +From hitting L (?) + + +[Outro: Pharrell] +I lo- + + +Tonight (Remix)[Lil' Flip] +WOOOO, WOOOO! yeah, yeah +This that slow shit this for the females(for the ladies) +To let ya'll know what I been goin through +You know I'm still single +I'm just tryna find a chick who ain't no gold digger +(*coughs*) my bad platinum digger you feel me(hah) +It ain't trickin if you got it +But I got it and you ain't gonna get it +(based on a true story peep this) + +[Lil' Flip] +I been through a whole lot of shit, a whole lot of pain +I've seen niggas like go down the drain +Just because they had a baby mama +But what they didn't know they wasn't prepared for the drama +And they fuckin other niggas playin games +Won't let you see ya child start doin that shit that's lame +That ain't right no mo' +She do that shit because she say ya'll can't fight no mo' +But damn ya'll got a fuckin child together +Think about ya past ya'll got wild together +When ya kid grow up he gon' be like mama where daddy ? +And you gon' be like daddy came with the drama +But the daddy wanna see his son but you playin them games +I see the shit all the time they be playin them games +They think we lame because we take care +Fix they hair, nails, and give them healthcare +Ain't no more welfare they hit the jackpot +You feel me it's like the lottery they hit the jackpot +They get a kid, they get paid, they get a check every month +And you like damn she gotta bet every month +Yeah you sending that money but it ain't goin on ya kids +Go see how big her house is look what you did! +You could've been together, you could've kept it real +But you tryed to fuck another hoe and somebody squealed +You wanted to be a mack daddy, a pimp couldn't be faithful +This shit almost killed you it made her feel hateful +And that's when a real nigga like me come in the picture +Cause I ain't tryna use ya gal I ain't no gold digger + +[Lil' Flip] +I ain't tryna use her, ya know what I mean +Do somethin for me, I do somethin for you its all gravy +I'm tryna find me a good chick, a down ass bitch +Ya know, ya know, ya know if you unhappy I'll be ya new papi +Alright you can stop it, let 'em here that shit + + +The Way We Ball (Screwed)(Intro) +Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball) +Ah ha, Houston, Texas (This is the way we ball) +Ah ha (This is the way we ball) +(This is the way we ball) + +(Chorus) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South +(This is the way we ball) +And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades +We third coast boys but we always gettin paid +(This is the way we ball) + +(Lil' Flip) +I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king +Brand new piece, same byzentine +I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin "Scream" +I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green +I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories +I'm still independent cause Jive couldn't afford me +The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring +The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny +But that's another story, let's get back to the topic +Right now me and Hump negotiatin to buy the Rockets +We might buy the Comets - name it, I done it +If you see it and want it, buy it, own it +This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw +R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you +Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall +East coast and West coast, this is how we ball + +(Chorus) +(Lil' Flip) +I'm thinkin - designer clothes and fashion shows +I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold +I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls +I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24 +I'm feelin - wood grain all in my tinted truck +I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts +I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups +I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks +And I know - I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game +And I know - my rims chop like the blades on a plane +And I know - yo baby mama still givin me brain +And I know - that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain +And I make - nothin but hits when I step in the booth +And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth +And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe +I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you? + +(Chorus) +(Lil' Flip) +I'm swangin, about to rip the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp +If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert +Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel +Me and Doby D stay blowin on some kizzeel +I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell +Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel +Now you see we ball, now you see we rich +I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click +I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes +I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua +So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double R +MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car + +(Chorus) + + +Sorry Lil’ Mama [Clean]Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go +Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show +It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four +Give me them digits and a later date +I'll f*** with you some more +Meanwhile rollin' on chrome +Every lil' mama I run into wanna take me home +Tryna' give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone +So don't get mad at me if my cellphone is on roam +I'm just tryna' get some dome +Yeah, now if you rollin' with me come now +I'm a gangsta I'll never put my g*** down +I can't drive, girl, 'cause I'm h*** +I see ya belly ring plus you got a butterfly +Twenty eights when I roll out +Ten clear coats on my gold drop +What's yo name? Where you from, girl? +I got a Presidential Suite, you can come, girl +I got Cris by the case load +What the hell, ya ,baby, daddy in my face for? +Now I'm reachin' for my waist s*** +We got chicks in every state, woah +Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go +Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show +It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four +Give me them digits and a later date +I'll f*** with you some more +Meanwhile rollin' on chrome +Every lil' mama I run into wanna take me home +Tryna' give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone +So don't get mad at me if my cellphone is on roam +I'm just tryna' get some dome +Huh, the whip paid fo', she starin' at my watch +I'm like, ‽What you in my face for?” +Oh, she heard of rider gang, she wanna ride a gangsta +Ride with a gangsta, I'm a type of gangsta +It ain't 'bout the fame, she just diggin' my nature +It ain't 'bout the change, she said, ‽I want the paper” +I'm feelin' ya style and ya classy ways +I want my child in ya stomach but not havin' my baby +Anyway I'm a one night stand man +And after this night I'm a dump you like a trash can +Like I set you on fire I can put you out +I was ya gas can and I can be ya water spout +Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go +Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show +It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four +Give me them digits and a later date +I'll f*** with you some more +Meanwhile rollin' on chrome +Every lil' mama I run into wanna take me home +Tryna' give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone +So don't get mad at me if my cellphone is on roam +I'm just tryna' get some dome +Yeah, I gotta Sprint and a T Mobile and a Nextel phone +And all three of 'em ringin' from bad a*** b*** that wanna bone +Take one or two calls, take one to the telly and take one home +Cuttin' corners barely missin' the curb, tryin' not to break her bone +I'm sittin' on choppa eighty-threes and fresh a*** meat +A n*** tried to jack me for 'em so I opened up his chest last week +I'm rude as a m*** but I get nice when I receive h*** +Might fall off for a minute but I get back right when I receive bread +Talk up on somethin' short and thick, go straight to the bed with it +But on the low, low 'cause someones always watchin' like a Fed visit +Crucify the c*** then cut a couple of corners +Cruisin' with me in the Bentley soon as I borrow ya +Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go +Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show +It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four +Give me them digits and a later date +I'll f*** with you some more +Meanwhile rollin' on chrome +Every lil' mama I run into wanna take me home +Tryna' give 'em all a fair share because they all want this bone +So don't get mad at me if my cellphone is on roam +I'm just tryna' get some dome +Now if you're rollin' with me come now +Now if you're rollin' with me come now + + +So Gone (feat. C Bo & Big Shasta)(feat. C Bo & Big Shasta) + +(Hook: Big Shasta) +Now we can roll some berry blunts +Supersize two feet long +And when it's done stuff the bong +So we can smoke on +You know we got the sticky trees +That's why we make smoke songs +One thing I know for sure +Is that I'm so gone + +(C-Bo) +Yeh M-J baby you mean everything to me +I built all my raps and goals, and life around you +I don't care what they think, I ain't right without you +I don't dip whip shit, through the night without you +Swisha, ciguerilla, cause you just so potent +Put the towel under the do', cause you just so open +I can see me wid you all in my life +I'm in my drop top rollin' down Sunset all through the night +Cause when I, fire ya up right, they know you're the truth +I just look at them other niggas, cause they want a hit too +But I ain't into sharin' mines, less you one of my dogs +If you wid us it ain't shit we blow one of my logs +I keep the dro loose, like it's supposed to +So when they hit it they just choke like they supposed to +You wanna blow to?, you gon' need dough fool +You hit my blunt I snatch it back like I don't know you + +(Lil' Flip) +Imagine ridin' down the highway eyes all blurry +Cops pull me over cause they know I'm in a hurry +I ain't worried I ain't ridin' dirty but I'm high as fuck +I hoppin' out like damn, you wanna buy my truck? +It must've been my luck, for me to get stopped +It must've been your luck, for you to get dropped +I roll the creme of the crop, the best shit nigga +We ain't fuckin' around wid that stress shit nigga +I went to Amsterdam, in a tannish Lan +I ain't wear my fuckin' jewelry they know who I am +I Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left +Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince +Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones +I got begets in my ring, I got green weed purple weed +No more commercial weed, hah ha +That's how I do it smoke one G + +(Hook) + + +Lil Flip- Game OverFury, ahh + +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over + +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over + +Ah shit y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch +I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich +(But you don't hear me) + +My crib big like a football field +(Football field) +You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal +(But you don't hear me) + +I take 15 minutes to drop a track +(Yeah) +I take half a minute to load my gat +(But you don't hear me) + +I make 'em bounce all across the globe +I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes +(But you don't hear me) + +A franchise like a Houston Rocket +(Houston Rocket) +Every eight months is when I usually drop it +(But you don't hear me) + +I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock +You know my heat stay cocked, nigga + +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over + +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over + +Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer +You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner +(But you don't hear me) +I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top + +You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props +(But you don't hear me) +I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch + +And dubs on the black Benz +(But you don't hear me) +I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work +It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk +(But you don't hear me) + +I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam +Mostly y'all cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man +(But you don't hear me) +I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again +It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it + +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over + +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over +Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over + +The game over, 'cause shit about to change over +It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over +(But you don't hear me) + +If most producers want to charge too much +But around my way that's how you get fucked up +(But you don't hear me) + +You might think we all beats and rhymes +But way before this rap shit,nigga the streets was mine +(But you don't hear me) + +I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit +That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit + + +Intro[Rapper #1:] +Yo, I made so much money of these mixtape, oh my god!! + +[Rapper #2:] +Oh, look at my chain! + +[Rapper #1:] +Look at my teeth, look at my teeth!! + +[Rapper #2:] +It'z some grill, yo man, yo man, I'm gonna get my grill... + +[Rapper #1:] +Let's do this!! + +[Scratch:] + +[Producer:] +Who tha fuck is makin' money out here, man! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, okay this is how it goes down, from here on now nuthin' goes down unless I'm involved!! No mixtapes, no albums, no car shows, no nuthin!! You screwin your music, I want in, Some bullshit ANR who think he knows tha street gets promoted, I want in!! Anything that comes outta houston, I meen any fuckin' thing from tha block to tha to tha studio to tha stage!! I dont give a motherfuckin flying fuck if it's a lemonade stand, I want in! You guys got real phar while I was gone, but now I'm back and I need mine, ayo, flip let's go and count Fuckin' this money + + +Right Thurr (G Mix)[Talking] +We flip the hits +We flip the chicks +We flip the bricks yo + +[Hook] +I like it when you do that right thurr (right thurr) +Come here, let me whisper in ya ear (in ya ear) +You know, I'ma tell you what you wanna hear (wanna hear) +You wanna get it on let's do it right here, OKAY! +(x2) + +[Verse 1] +I like that chick right thurr (right thurr) +But it ain't no fun hoe if ya don't share +Go to the mall and get me a white fur +I'm pushin' a Vi-per +And believe me I might swerve +You got nice curves I'm a pimp you ain't heard? +It's three of us and one of you you ain't scared? +We at the Adam's mart downtown over thurr (over thurr) +Tell ya girlfriend stop wearin' horsehair +I'm in a home team throwback Andre wear +It ain't no rules why should I play fair +We V-I-P at the club all year +Just meet me at the back and pull up a chair + +Hook (x2) + +[Verse 2] +I don't know how to make love music +I make thug music, I make club mu-sic +Now all these niggas tryna battle rap +But that shit don't add up to a platinum plaque +I'm like Shaq move bitch get out the way I'm finna dump +I move a hundred and fifty out the trunk +I hit the jackpot before I got my deal +I keep my ear to the streets like Holyfield +I got the keys to the crib and it's three in the mornin' +I paid for five bottles but three of 'em gone +I'm real fucked up plus my eyes gettin' blurred +If you wanna do a track and split the grand to a pair + + +Suck my dickI Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +I Suck dick all day +Now it''s your turn to Suck my dick, Suck my dick, Suck my dick + + +Game Over (Flip) - Remix ExplicitIntro] +Fury +Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh + +[Chorus: repeat 4x] +Now who dey want +Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip,Game over + +[Verse One] +Ah shit y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch +I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But +You don't hear me) +My crib big like a football field (football field) +You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you +Don't hear me) +I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah) +I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me) +I make 'em bounce all across the globe +I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't +Hear me) +A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket) +Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear +Me) +I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock +You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa + +[Chorus] + +[Verse Two] +Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer +You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't hear +Me) +I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top +You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't +Hear me) +I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch + +And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me) +I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work +It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But +You don't hear me) +I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam +Mostly yall cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't +Hear me) +I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again +It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it + +[Chorus] +The game over, 'cause shit about to change over +It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't +Hear me) +If most producers want to charge too much +But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear +Me) +You might think we all beats and rhymes +But way before this rap shit,nigga the streets was mine (But +You don't hear me) +I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit +That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit + + +Throw Yo’ HoodThis what I want you to do +I want you to go to the bar +Go buy the most expensive drink +And pour it on a nigga you don't like + +Yeah, we ain't come here to rock the crowd +Nigga, we came here to start a fuckin' fight, bitch +You know how we do it + +We came to get it crunk, we came to get drunk +We came to chill in VIP and smoke a couple of blunts +Pull a couple of dimes, spit a couple of rhymes +And if niggas jump fly I got a couple of nines + +I'm ahead of my time 'cause I stay on my grind +'Cause most niggas be lettin' hoes play with they mind +But not me cause homey don't play that +You see me with a strap, homey gon' 'spray that shit + +Where ya face at, you talkin' now take that +You talkin' out the side of ya neck, don't make me break that +Slap you, slap him, clap you, clap him +'Cause I ain't got time for all that wrestling + +I'm just a cool dude when I'm in a good mood +But when I'm pissed off, my attitude is fuck you +I'm like a tattoo, I never go away +That's why I ride with a tech and the throw-away + +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all get money like we get money +Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah + +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all smoke weed like we smoke weed +Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah + +Throw yo hood up nigga and tear the club up +While I'm in the parking lot, tryna tear my dubs up +I'm Cadillac pimpin' like the Young Bloodz +So come to Texas and smoke the best Bud nigga + +I got what you want, I got what you need +And can't nobody throw a party like me +So quit ya frontin' and quit ya cappin' +See that's why you small cats never flip to platinum + +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all get money like we get money +Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah + +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all smoke weed like we smoke weed +Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah + +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all get money like we get money +Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah + +All my niggas and my bitches +Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up +And if y'all smoke weed like we smoke weed +Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah + + +Haters Still Mad (Screwed)F/ Big T, Lil' Ron + +(talking) +Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad +Man look, Big T + +(Chorus: Big T) +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad + +(Lil' Flip) +You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo +It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window +I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2 +I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw +But I'ma hold it down like it's no cigo', make this Screw shit coast to coast +I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rolling +My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs +E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match +Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam +Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long +Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows +I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know +Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars +Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars +But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy +I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me + +(Chorus) +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Swisha House acting bad +Why y'all hating the way y'all do +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad + +(Lil' Flip) +All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one +All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh +Chain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weight +Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life +Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice +Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price +Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill +Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill + +(Lil' Ron) +Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill +Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill +How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup +It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up +Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip +Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff +Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad +I'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging + +(Chorus) +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Swisha House acting bad +Why y'all hating the way y'all do +Why y'all haters still mad +I said I don't know why baby +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad +Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad + + +Bounce (Chopped & Screwed)(Lil' Flip) +Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know +Jump in the old chevy and bounce +Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track + +(Chorus repeat 2 times: Lil' Flip) +Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce) +Bounce for yo hood and throw it up +Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from) + +Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce) +It's goin down, throw it up +Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from) + +(Lil' Flip) +Now where you from? +Homey Im from the southside (southside) +And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide) +You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique +Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga) +One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs +If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub +You gotta step it up, I got a special cup +I get my shine on +But no these ain't no rimestones +I got my clothing line +I got my liquor coming +And if you on a verse each part 1500 +Nigga you do the math +I never use a cab +I'm from the derrty, I rock custom jerseys + +(Chorus) +(Lil' Flip) +I pack a k nigga (k nigga) +I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga) +I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggas +Them niggas bump screw, and they will jump you +They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo +And we ready nigga so bring it on ho +I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe +One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas +I made a lot of yall careers and and yall ain't tell me thank ya +But Im a grown man, I hold my own man +Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike +Half the time I don't write +I just grab an ounce +Tell play to fresh record +And watch these niggas bounce + +(Chorus) +(Lil' Flip) +I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8 +Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay +In VA, Norfolk to be exact +I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack +My niggas got my back +Yo niggas quick to run +And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta) +One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes +I went from gold, white to plat +Back to rosegold + +(Chorus) + +Traffic[Intro: Lil Reese] +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action +He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic + +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action (that action) +He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic (skrrt) +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action (that action) +I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage (let's get it) +And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap (bitch we clap) +Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic (as a tragic) +Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic (dramatic) +And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards (let's get it) + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Letting a nigga goon me, I can't imagine (no) +But I'm out here in these streets, catch me in traffic (skrrt) +My niggas shoot for free, they'll let you have it (man down) +My niggas do it for me, ain't no way around it (let's get it) +Blood hound for that money, bitch I gotta have it +Going crazy, 20's, 50's, 100's, bitch I'm cashing (I'm cashing) +And I ain't really with the talking, bitch I'm money stacking (let's get it) +And he ain't really bout' that life, cause he don't love that action (that action) +And they don't come from where I come from, they wasn't born a savage (savage) +Late night shit, catch him in traffic +I ain't really gotta talk, bitch catch me in traffic (skrrt) +And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin' (no) +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action (that action) +He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic (skrrt) +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action (that action) +I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage (let's get it) +And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap (bitch we clap) +Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic (as a tragic) +Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic (dramatic) +And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards (let's get it) + +[Verse 2: Chief Keef] +We don't really play, homie we about gun action (bang bang) +Pistols get to flappin', ball like the Mavericks (swish) +Chief Keef bitch I'm savage, I'm paper stackin' (Sosa baby) +Pistols get to clappin', niggas get to lappin' (bang bang) +Bad bitches packed up inside a Maxima (yeah) +That bitch gon' give me neck, neck like a Dracula (top) +Fuck nigga talk shit, delete him, no schedule (graah) +That bitch want some ransom, she say I'm handsome (beep) +I need me a dancer to come and dance up (let's get it) +On me while I'm wildin' and I'm throwing sets up (O'Block) +I need me a dancer to come and dance up (let's get it) +On me while I'm wildin' and throwing sets up (300) + +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action (that action) +He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic (skrrt) +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action (that action) +I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage (let's get it) +And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap (bitch we clap) +Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic (as a tragic) +Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic (dramatic) +And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards (let's get it) +[Outro: Lil Reese] +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action +He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Us[Chorus] +At the top it's just us nigga +But I don't really trust niggas +OTF it's just us nigga +But I don't really trust niggas +GBE we don't fuck with niggas +At the top where you see us nigga +Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas +Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas + +[Verse 1] +From a bitch I want top nigga +Fuck a opp we send shots nigga +Bullets coming non-stop nigga +At the top I don't see you niggas +And I'm steady rolling up swishers +If it's a problem we ain't get the issue +My niggas they will deal withcha +I ain't even gotta deal witcha +Since a youngin been a real nigga +Smoke I blow nothing but kill nigga +And bitch I'm in the field, nigga +You might get killed, nigga + +[Chorus] +At the top it's just us nigga +But I don't really trust niggas +OTF it's just us nigga +But I don't really trust niggas +GBE we don't fuck with niggas +At the top where you see us nigga +Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas +Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas +[Verse 2] +Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas +A small circle with no new niggas +Because I dont really trust niggas +GBE it's just us nigga +And she just wanna fuck with us +So much kush keep me stuck nigga +In other words high as fuck nigga +Life’s a movie, I'mma priceless picture +400 for the belt nigga +Right or wrong you'll get left nigga +For that bag you'll get left nigga +For my niggas you'll get left nigga + +[Chorus] +At the top it's just us nigga +But I don't really trust niggas +OTF it's just us nigga +But I don't really trust niggas +GBE we don't fuck with niggas +At the top where you see us nigga +Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas +Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Beef[Intro] +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) + +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +On that money, sprint to that green +(On that money, sprint to that green) +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Infrared, yeah, we love them beams +(Infrared, yeah, we love them beams, man down) +My niggas thirsty, I love that team +(My niggas thirsty, I love that team) +Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things +(Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things) +I'm out here, no hide and seek +(I'm out here, no hide and seek) +Banded up in my Republic jeans +(Banded up in my Republic jeans) +Got some new niggas that'll ride for me +(Got some new niggas that'll ride for me) +I neva stack, I'm 2414 +(I neva stack, I'm 2414) +Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team +(Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team) +He a stain, yeah, we love them things +(He a stain, yeah, we love them things) +Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene +(Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Where I'm from, my niggas wet +(Where I'm from, my niggas wet) +You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten +(You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten) +Run up on me, betta think again +(Run up on me, betta think again) +Headshot, he won't think again +(Headshot, he won't think again) +OTF, GBE, we the shit +(OTF, GBE, we the shit) +Off the lean, I call that the kick +(Off the lean, I call that the kick) +I'm with Reese and we off the shit +(I'm with Reese and we off the shit) +We shoot shots, we neva call it quits +(We shoot shots, we neva call it quits) +L's up for my hittas +(L's up for my hittas) +Free all of my niggas +(Free all of my niggas) +Big toys like Christmas +(Big toys like Christmas) +Make it rain on these bitches +(Make it rain on these bitches) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) + +[Verse 3: Fredo Santana] +Fuck nigga, don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, don't want no beef) +300, we in them streets +(300, we in them streets.) +Bodies droppin' like e'ry week +(Bodies droppin' like e'ry week) +We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats +(We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats) +In the field duckin' the police +(In the field duckin the police) +Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe +(Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe) +300, we'll take yo' life +(300, we'll take yo' life) +Savage shit, bitch, say that twice +(Savage shit, bitch, say that twice) +OTF, bitch, fuck the ops +(OTF, bitch, fuck the ops) +OTF, we on all these blocks +(OTF, we on all these blocks) +Lil Durk know where he stay +(Lil Durk know where he stay) +He'll be dead by the next day +(He'll be dead by the next day) + +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wassup (Fuck Niggas)[Chorus: Lil Reese] +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas) +300, it's just us, nigga (300, fuck niggas) +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas, what?) +They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (I can't, nah) +Wassup with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +Too many faces, I can't trust niggas (Nah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +I'm gettin' money, I can't trust niggas (Nah) +I grab my 30 if you a little bigger (Man down) +He pillow-talking, that's for bitches, nigga +Your bitch want me, I pass her to my niggas +Got so much swag, these hoes, they feel a nigga (They on me) +We bought more choppers 'cause the streets got realer (Man down) +Ain't never seen you, so I ain't gone serve you, nigga (Nah) +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +And we play for keeps so it's no worries with us +And we shootin' this shit, this a true story, nigga (Man down) +I'm Glory'd up, I'm in my glory, nigga (Ayy) + +[Chorus: Lil Reese & Fredo Santana] +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas, fuck niggas) +300, it's just us, nigga (Squad, Fredo) +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Nah) +Wassup with all these fuck niggas? (Wassup, erg) +Too many faces, I can't trust niggas +[Verse 2: Fredo Santana] +I'm big boss Fredo (Fredo) +What's up with all of these fuck niggas (Wassup) +Trap house full of crack, them pillow cases stuffed, nigga (Stuffed, nigga) +I don't fuck with fuck niggas (I don't) +Fuck with me, you get trunked, nigga (Trunked) +Step up in the club (What?) +Bet none of us get touched, nigga (What?) +All us got 30s (30s) +We let them bitches bust, nigga (We let them bust) +All us got 30s, we let them bitches bust, nigga (Bang, bang) +Got a young nigga that's 15 (15), and all he do is slump niggas (He youngin) +Young nigga that's 15 and all he do is slump niggas (What?) +Dissin' us, you drunk nigga? +Your whole squad full of punk niggas (Bitches) +Don't make me grab that pump, nigga (What?) +Turn y'all to some skunk niggas (Bang) +Bitch, we them niggas (Niggas), and ain't no way around it (Nah) +I got a lot of guns (Guns), I'm talking hundred-round shit (Bang) + +[Chorus: Lil Reese & Lil Durk] +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas) +300, it's just us, nigga (300, fuck niggas) +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas, what?) +They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (I can't, nah) +Wassup with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +Too many faces, I can't trust niggas (Let's get it) +[Verse 3: Lil Durk] +I'm toting, foe'nem on pill, they rolling (Grrah) +We lurkin', see 'em on 'em (Let's get it) +Headshot, told little bro "Dome him" (L's) +'Cause lil bro' keep it on him, he shoot, he shoot, he blowing (Blowing) +Face shot, so ain't no viewin' (No viewin') +Closed casket, ain't no face (Let's get it) +No face, it ain't no case (No case) +Police, it ain't no trace (No trace) +That's why I use the 8 (Let's get it), sometimes I use the 30 (Grrah) +That's when we do 'em dirty +That mean we show no mercy (We don't) +That loud, that pipe be perfect, ain't a nigga perfect +Don't-don't-don't be no dummy, boy (Boy) +A lot of niggas paranoid (Paranoid) +Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy (Boy) +Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy + +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) +They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas) +300, it's just us, nigga (300, fuck niggas) +What's up with all these fuck niggas? (They know we at the top) +They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas +(They just hatin' and shit) +Wassup with all these fuck niggas? +(I mean, I can't, I can't tell you wassup with them) +Too many faces, I can't trust niggas +[Outro: Lil Reese] +I don't what's to these niggas, man +It's just us nigga, you know? +300, man +Shoutouts GBE, OTF +It's us nigga and it's just us nigga5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Need That[Intro] +These niggas fuckin' lames man +I need that (hah, racks), show me that (racks) +We need that +I need that + +[Chorus] +I heard he holdin', on the low, I need that +He say he out here in the field then show me that +And man these niggas not forreal man, I'm knowin' that +And watch my set I'm from the Lam go nuts, and watch they fall back +Niggas ain't never did shit for me, looked out or none of that +Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back +Put 300 on my back, I'm a runnin' back +Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back + +[Verse 1] +Doing me that's where it's at, no sneak dissin' none of that +At the top that's where we at, y'all beneath us that's where yall at +Old niggas talking bout them old racks but where they at? +And if he holding old racks we running in there, where they at? +Same hood same niggas, this where we at +Look out for my family man, fuck the rest +And if you with me then you with me man, fuck the rest +Head shots when we aimin' man, fuck yo vest +[Chorus] +I heard he holdin', on the low, I need that +He say he out here in the field then show me that +And man these niggas not forreal man, I'm knowin' that +And watch my set I'm from the Lam go nuts, and watch they fall back +Niggas ain't never did shit for me, looked out or none of that +Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back +Put 300 on my back, I'm a runnin' back +Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back + +[Verse 2] +In the streets I got my heat, man I'm on that can't tell me shit +I been gettin' money and niggas hatin, that shit don't make sense +I'll drop a nigga hit a stain or two, run that I need this +And this my life, I don't give a fuck about no diss +And you better stay your distance 'cause we packin' with that shit +I'm ballin hard like K.D. fourth quarter I can't miss +Young nigga and I'm on my own, niggas ain't did shit +They hatin', they sneak dissin', most do it over a bitch +And you better not give me one shot, I promise you I ain't gon' miss +My niggas with me, them my niggas, ain't no new shit +We shootin' shit extended clip, take you to movies +And it's 300 fuck the opps, this is the movement + +[Chorus] +I heard he holdin', on the low, I need that +He say he out here in the field then show me that +And man these niggas not forreal man, I'm knowin' that +And watch my set I'm from the Lam go nuts, and watch they fall back +Niggas ain't never did shit for me, looked out or none of that +Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back +Put 300 on my back, I'm a runnin' back +Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bad[Hook x3] +Bitch I'm doing me, you should be yourself +I gotta get this money man, there's nothing else +Never switch up on your niggas +That's bad for your health +Never switch up on your niggas +That's bad for your health + +[Verse 1] +I never switch up on my niggas, I don't do that there +Never bitch up on my niggas, I don't do that there +Catch me everywhere that money at and I bet I'm there +And bitch I'm doing me, I just be myself +We don't fuck with new niggas, so don't bring them here +Only the family where I'm at, and bitch that's O.T.F +And I blow loud for health +I can't help myself +I'm going in for the kill and I don't need no help +I love money, fuck a bitch I won't stress myself +And bitch I keep my mouth closed cause I could trust myself +I'm fucking other niggas wives +I guess I need some help +I'm going in for the kill +And I don't need no help + +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +I gotta get this money, man there's nothing else +Gucci for my waist, that's a designer belt +And I've never been a pussy, we could take it there +My hood would never let me, we could take it there +And we keep them tools around so please don't get near +Ok, hold on I'm broke, I guess I'll take what's there +Ok they playing like they real, but they ain't really real +They talk about the streets but bitch I'm in the field +My youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's real +I don't fuck with fuck niggas cause they quick to tell +My youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's the deal +Ok my youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's the deal + +[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Relate[Intro: Lil Reese] +Fake nigga, fuck your conversation! +Bang! Bitch! +3 hunna! + +[Hook x2: Lil Reese] +These niggas, they not real +So how could I relate? (Nah!) +These lames not makin' change +So how could I relate? (At all!) +That nigga ain't puttin' on +So how could I relate? (Nah!) +And I could tell you fake +Nigga, fuck your conversation! + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +And I'm steady rolling up +Swishers steady face 'em +Got a lawyer on deck for some extra cases +Kush strong when i blow it +Man that shit be reaken +Kush strong when i blow it +Man that shit be stankin +Killers on deck +Dreaded up looking like Jamaicans +3 hunna shit man +If you the brick man, then we need that make +All that money, watch me sprint +Yeah it's fuck them haters +Free my nigga Caperboy +He will take your paper +Whole team full of savages +It's even greater +Up in my own lane +Fuck your lane, I gotta get that paper +And if I go down, I'mma come up by hitting that cake +These niggas bitches man, so we ain't related +[Hook x2: Lil Reese] +These niggas, they not real +So how could I relate? (Nah!) +These lames not makin' change +So how could I relate? (At all!) +That nigga ain't puttin' on +So how could I relate? (Nah!) +And I could tell you fake +Nigga, fuck your conversation! + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +When their bitches callin' me +Yeah, that's conversatin' +When their bitches callin' me +We might have conversations +And we ain't really with the talkin' +Save that conversation +Got niggas playin' like they tough +When they ain't really crazy (Nah!) +Stop actin' like you tough +Boy you ain't really crazy (Nah!) +How they front, they move for bitches +Man, that shit is crazy +We get money, fuck these bitches +Man, we goin' crazy +Me puttin' my trust in that bitch? +You must be crazy (At all!) +On my block, if we ain't got it then we gotta take it +On your block, if you ain't real, then you gotta fake it +So stop actin' like you come from where it get crazy +Man, them niggas they be frontin' +That shit is crazy (At all!) +[Hook x2: Lil Reese] +These niggas, they not real +So how could I relate? (Nah!) +These lames not makin' change +So how could I relate? (At all!) +That nigga ain't puttin' on +So how could I relate? (Nah!) +And I could tell you fake +Nigga, fuck your conversation! + +[Outro: Lil Reese] +Nigga, fuck your conversation! (x4)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Savage[Hook] +Young living savage +For that bread I gotta have it +The top I gotta have it +Young living savage +300, we so savage +GBE, we so savage +OTF, we so savage +Young living savage + +[Verse 1] +I smoke kush, I'm an addict +Young living savage +My niggas know we got it +My bitches be attractive +Riding with that ratchet +Hunting for that cabbage +My young niggas clapping +Number 5, bitch they clapping +Don't try me, it'll happen +I'm totin' you don't know I got it +Young living savage +I'm totin' you don't know I got it + +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +I be toting 30's +Me and my niggas thirsty +We out here, bitch we lurking +Cash out , bitch we splurging +I'm balling, Julius Erving +Fast lane, I'm swerving +Fucked up and I know it +Your bitch knows she going +Reckless and you know it +If I got it, I'm gonna blow it +Bands on Bands, I blow it +I'm flexing, got her going + +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Team[Hook x2] +Who got that drink, I need that drink (that drink) +Who got that smoke, I need that stink (that stink) +Oh that's your bitch? That girl fucking the team (the team) +Oh that's your girl? That bitch fucking the team (the whole team) + +[Verse1] +Who got that drink, who got that drink? +That shit that you stir up and it turn pink +I'm on my block and bitch I do my thing +Catch a opp in traffic we gon' do our thing +Catch me off in traffic bitch I got that nin, that thing +Pull up on yo' block, fucking lay the scene +Pull up on yo' block and make a big scene +300 shit and OTF, bitch thats the team, what you mean? +Hit a nigga with the MAC, cause we don't really give a fuck +We out here on the grind and we'll stick yo' ass up +Yo' ass a stain boy, you ain't nothing to us +You might as well give it up when we running up + +[Hook] + +[Verse2] +Ride around with 30's, them my favorite things +Fuck that drink we out here and we ain't playing the same +Better make it count, don't shoot if you ain't got aim +My niggas on yo' ass and best believe they got aim +We ain't playing fair, that mean that ain't the same +Different leader, different league, that's a different gang +OTF and 300 that's what I claim +GBE and 300 that's what I claim, you a lame +You get banged, where I'm from we got aim +Shoot a nigga with that thing and run up in his thing +You a stain, my niggas they no fucking lames +We don't play no games, we only aim for the brain +[Hook]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Seen or Saw[Hook] +I promise niggas bitches man, they gone tell it all +I promise to keep it real and still fuck with my dawgs +How I was brought up, I can’t change at all +How they was brought up, I don’t know at all +And when they switch up, I can't change At All +And when it go up, I don't know nothing, seen or saw +And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw +And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw + +[Verse 1] +I don't know nothing, seen or saw, Who talkin' to the law +Got this gun on me, don't test it +This bitch here it go off +Tryin' to stack my money up and buy a big ass crib +So I can build me a motherfuckin' golf, course +On the back of my shit, killas in the back of the whip +Flip by once, Flip by twice +I can't get no action for shit +Im'a go back to the script, and a nigga like me, me knowin' me +Im'a just stick to the script, im'a just stick to the script +Fuck a bitch and dip off the rip, R.I.P to my niggas not here +I'ma ride for my niggas that's here +War time with my niggas right here +It's going down with my niggas right here +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +"Reesey wit um?" I'm like:"Naw" +"Reesey feel em?" I'm like:"Nah" +Most niggas weren't built from this cloth +Try to do it for attention they lost +Try to do it for the bitches they lost +Im'a do it for the niggas I lost +Kill a nigga for the niggas we lost +Bro'nem was real niggas we lost +You ain't real, if you ain't ever take a loss +Cash out give a fuck what it cost +Most niggas gone tell what they saw +Most niggas gone fold, get soft +But I never fold, nigga get soft +Can't tell em what you seen, what you saw +But the tales and truth how it go +Got it on me, when the trues sag off +300 that's who I ride for, 300 that's who I slide for +Fuck around catch a homicide, fuck around and I'm a slide +Mini van yeah it's a slide door, only day ones they can ride though +And most these internet killers, they don't even be outside though + +[Hook]9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All that Haten[Hook:] +I got a good price, it's for cheap +If you really want some work +Got some niggas from the six +Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work +Hit him were it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at +Really snorting work, still getting it like the first +First like that first day of school trying to be the first +Man, all that hating it won't work (4x) + +[Verse 1:] +Man, all that hating it won't work +Fuck coming last I'm trying to be first +That talking it won't work +Had to get off my ass and got get some cash +Now i'm fresh everyday like the first +Only fuck with niggas that riding me +And going to really put it to work +Just talking it won't work +All that talking it won't work +You gotta show me first +I made that bitch bend over +And told her show me first +I don't talk take about no money +Cause that shit don't work +Finna ball like I came for the dirt +So i'm'a hit you were it hurt +Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand +I let him hit two were it hurt +Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand +I let hit two were it hurt +I told him to get on the shit first (2x)Told him to get on you niggas first + +[Hook:] +I got a good price, it's for cheap +If you really want some work +Got some niggas form the six +Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work +Hit him were it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at +Really snorting work, still getting it like the first +First like thet first day of school trying to be the first +Man, all that hating it won't work (4x) + +[Verse 2:] +All that hating it won't work, no +Caught a nigga snooze +4-5 jam he better hope his bitch work +Fuck nigga better be lucky he caught a blessing +That shit worked +Lame ass niggas steady running there mouth +You ain't putting in work +You ain't putting in work +Youngins on my block +Known for shooting shit they goin shoot shit first +Coolin where it ain't safe niggas know it ain't safe +So they don't really wanna hang +Coolin with my niggas still with my niggas +A lot of niggas done changed +But know I'm still that gang +And I come back and still hang +Where a lot of niggas they can't +Where a lot of nigga they ain't +Got a good price for the cheap +Just meet me in the back with the bank +We goin get them there hit them there +And take everything as planned +We goin get them there hit them there +And take everything that we can +[Hook:] +I got a good price, it's for cheap +If you really want some work +Got some niggas form the six +Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work +Hit him were it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at +Really snorting work, still getting it like the first +First like thet first day of school trying to be the first +Man, all that hating it won't work (4x)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rap Shit[Hook: Chief Keef] +I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit +She gave me some head cause this rap shit +All these niggas dead in this rap shit +I do this for my daughter in this rap shit +I love countin' money cause this rap shit +Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit +Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit +Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +All my niggas thirsty for this rap shit +Kush grown and I'm with a thick bitch +I kill these niggas dead in this rap shit +I bend these niggas dead in this rap shit +All my niggas reckless and get hectic +So don't be no dummy cause I'm rappin' +My niggas down, my niggas fuck this rap shit +And not ever change cause I'm rappin' +So don't get me confused with this rap shit +Buying TEC-9's and 30's with this rap shit +Louis, Gucci, got it all off of rappin' +I killed these niggas dead in this rap shit + +[Hook: Chief Keef] +I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit +She gave me some head cause this rap shit +All these niggas dead in this rap shit +I do this for my daughter in this rap shit +I love countin' money cause this rap shit +Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit +Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit +Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Made a lot of haters off this rap shit +Riding by myself cause I don't trust a bitch +She gave me some head cause this rap shit +On the road to get this bread, like traffic +And bitch I'm in the streets, I'm in traffic +Riding with my heat, I'm in traffic +A lot of bitches thirsty cause I'm rappin' +But it's fuck a bitch, on to the next bitch +And the next bitch, next bitch + +[Hook: Chief Keef] +I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit +She gave me some head cause this rap shit +All these niggas dead in this rap shit +I do this for my daughter in this rap shit +I love countin' money cause this rap shit +Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit +Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit +Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So Fast[Intro] +You know how we rocking man +Free all the guys +Free all my niggas out them cells + +[Hook] +Acting like you in the streets +Man you ain't with the street shit +Man you ain't with the street shit +Man you ain't with the street shit,(Naaa) +Shit happens so fast +Man I ain't even peep it +Man I ain't even peep it +Man I ain't even peep it +Man it happen so fast +Man I ain't even see this +Man I ain't even see this +Man I ain't even see this +Acting like you in the streets +Man you ain't with the street shit +Man you ain't with the street shit +Man you ain't with the street shit,(Naaa) + +[Verse 1] +So he acting like he with this +Man he ain't with the street shit +He gon fold real quick +Under pressure like a bitch +Tryna stack money up and shit +So I can do a lot of shit +On the block we on a lot of shit +Fuck Niggas can't compare to this +I'm shooting at the competitors +Like ain't no nigga better than me +When it come this shit +I ain't gone miss +Real whip like this +When I up this shit +I ain't gone miss +Cook up a brick +Breaking down that shit +Into dimes and nicks +Feed it to the script +I'm like we 'gone get rich +They don't believe this shit +Ain't wanna see this shit +They ain't believe this shit +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +You can check my resume +Yeah I'm still on the same shit +Yeah I'm still on that Gang Shit +Yeah I'm still with the same clique +On the block we on a lot of shit +With Niggas that be robbing shit +With Niggas that be taking shit +But a Nigga ain't gon take shit +Nigga we'll take your shit +No gun straight lick +And my Niggas they be taking shit +Why these Nigga faking shit +I don't know +Why These Niggas faking shit +Acting like he with the shit +But he ain't really with the shit +And we got the 50 shit +Calling my man's come bringing that +50 shit +Just caught a gun case +But they were on some fishy shit +They ain't really see shit +Put the Gun on me and shit +But they ain't really see shit +I know I'm gone beat this +I know I'm gone beat this +I know I'm gone beat this +I know I'm gone beat this, (I'm Good) +[Hook]8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Brazy[Intro: Chief Keef] +Ayt +Bang bang, gang gang +Bang bang, gang gang +Bang nigga +Gang nigga + +[Chorus: Chief Keef, Lil Reese & Both] +Shit brazy, shit crazy +My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy +My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy +My neck brazy, My gear brazy +Brazy, brazy, brazy +Brazy, brazy, brazy +Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy +Crazy, crazy, crazy + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Shit brazy, please don't try to play me (Nah) +Cookin' up dope and servin' fiends like the 80's (Like the 80's) +Going crazy (Crazy), strapped up like the Navy (The Navy) +I dare a fuck nigga in this room try to play me +Shit brazy (Shit brazy), shit crazy (Shit crazy) +I lost a lot of niggas, thank God I still made it +Got niggas hatin', got niggas faking +My bitch crazy, just had a baby +I'ma get the guap for her then shit that I might take it (I need that) +And I ain't waiting (Nah) 'cause I'm impatient +That he-say, she-say shit don't mean nothing It don't phase me (Nah) +STR8, Eway late night doing about a buck 80 +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +Shit brazy, shit crazy +My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy +My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy +My neck brazy, My gear brazy +Brazy, brazy, brazy +Brazy, brazy, brazy +Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy +Crazy, crazy, crazy + +[Verse 2: Chief Keef & James Brown] +Say she want top I'm like... "Wha?" (Bitch, you crazy) +(This is a man's world) +Bitch, fuck I look like? +Bitch, say she want some guap, I'm like... "Wha?", ayy (Bitch, you crazy) +(This is a man's world) +Bitch, you better take a hike +Baby, I be making plays daytime and night (Lil late) +Bitch this is a motherfuckin', ayy (Man's world) +Man's world, yeah, you're right (Lil baby) +Remember when I was young now I live in a fuckin' (Gang, gang) +(Man's world) +I be gettin' money (Gang), I be getting hunnids (Beep) +And I get it all in a fuckin' (Man's world) +I be fuckin' thotties, I be rockin' parties +Ion't ride shottie, I drive in the... (Man's world) +Told that bitch hold up (Wait), wait let me pour up (Ayy) +I'm tryna come slower, this is a.. (Man's world) +Told that bitch Glo up (Gang) +I'ma Rock n' Roller (Gang) +Sosa Bon Jovi Hard Soldier (Man's world) +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +Shit brazy, shit crazy +My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy +My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy +My neck brazy, My gear brazy +Brazy, brazy, brazy +Brazy, brazy, brazy +Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy +Crazy, crazy, crazy +Shit brazy, shit crazy +My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy +My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy +My neck brazy, My gear brazy +Brazy, brazy, brazy +Brazy, brazy, brazy +Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy +Crazy, crazy, crazy12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Haters[Intro: R. Kelly] +I'm in your mix x8 + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +She ain't even my chick but she probably going +See these niggas faces when I pull up in that foreign +Maybe its my style, Maybe its my credit, she say them niggas boring +All we know is win win bitch yes we scoring +Real nigga shit 300, we don't fuck around +Bad bitches call me just to fuck around +They dont like dicks, they just like for me to dick em down +Talking bout that goofy ass niggas tryna sit em down +Boi she a star look at that ass straight head spinner +Huh, You see my squad, and we go hard, yes we some bread winners +Yup, That thot there she a runna, 3hunna they'll run ha' +Good head she a goner kush roll double monster +Feds taking pictures so I gotta stop and go +Real talk boy don't run our mouth that's all we know +Me and the hood together foreva like Will and Jada +3hunna we next they forever gone hate us + +[Hook: R. Kelly] +I'm in your mix x8 +And them haters gone hate x4 + +[Bridge: Lil Reese] +That's all they gon do man +They ain't got no other choice +Shouts out to my bro gods +Chief Keef Lil Durk what's happening broski +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Fuck nigga, fuck nigga (fuck nigga) +Fuck nigga, fuck boy, pussy nigga the best is I +You on the stand shots fired man down you'll testify +Snitches run they mouth my niggas them niggas We don't play that +Couple drillers come and drill you my nigga Right where you stay at +My biggest hater is the reason I can't get no sleep (no sleep) +N-n-no sleep F-fuck the police +Cause I ride out solo dolo, My niggas my family 3hunna +Red beam on the 30 that's a no go, GBE OTF that's the logo +Free five Free law free brudo +Lost some real niggas from a long time ago +Grind time so you know I gotta grind tho +Prime time so you know I gotta shine tho +We riding we riding with a strap or two +And we don't go back and forth like the rappers do +And they say these niggas ain't hating +This Chicago the motherfucking capital + +[Hook: R. Kelly]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Somebody[Hook: Lil Durk] +I aim at a nigga 'cuz this +Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick +No one, smoke a nigga if he trip +No hope for my city I was in +Free Law judge gave him more than ten +Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend +And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Where I'm from you nobody +So you kill somebody, yeah yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Growing up, I ain't wanna be nobody +Had to get it on my own, I swear muthafucka that I don't need nobody +Supa Savage 2 shit, might make him catch a body +Lockdown, phone calls to the fam, I ain't really need nobody +Not a bitch, not a nigga, not nobody +No hope for the city I'm in +Niggas hatin', they don't want you to win +Hard body, we can take it there again +One call, they get slapped in advance +Niggas actin', they be really out here playin' +I guess if it's slow, he'll get what I'm sayin' +Slow down, let me bring it back again +Niggas actin', they be really out here playin +I'm goin' in for the kill once again +Rob who? I don't get what you're sayin' +Take what? I don't get what you're sayin' +These niggas my brothers, not my friends +They came up, they wanted watches when +It's fucked up 'cuz that nigga you thought was your man +Might snitch and get you a hundred years +Might snitch and get you a hundred years +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I aim at a nigga 'cuz this +Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick +No one, smoke a nigga if he trip +No hope for my city I was in +Free Law judge gave him more than ten +Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend +And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Where I'm from you nobody +So you kill somebody, yeah yeah + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Everybody wanna be a somebody, but +Everybody, we wanna body some +As a kid growing up I ain't had nothin' +I just wanted a lot of guns and a lot of money +6217 where I'm at work +No school, better stay with his Macbook +On my son, Aqua +I hash .30 shot, .40 Ruger like Jackfoot +Some niggas want to be like Mike, shit I wanna be like Big Durk +Flat as hell, flat bitches with some flat car +I swear Allah had a rich word +Choppa bullets, man down +I told my momma I'm the man now +I got the city' hands down +My young boys they ain't playin' round +Free [?] he go "blam!" +Free Rich, free Jam +My young niggas, they all go ham +Free Lil boon from the Lam +I'm the man now +I got the city' hands down +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I aim at a nigga 'cuz this +Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick +No one, smoke a nigga if he trip +No hope for my city I was in +Free Law judge gave him more than ten +Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend +And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Where I'm from you nobody +So you kill somebody, yeah yeah.1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Won’t Stop[Intro: Lil Reese & Chief Keef] +Bang +Tarentino, Turn up +Tarentino, GBE OTF what it do, 300 +Squad, Bang +You know, man down + +[Chorus: Lil Reese & Chief Keef] +We won't stop (nah), we won't stop (nah), we at the pressure (bang) +Just look at my squad since a youngin' we been with it (300, O'block) +And only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches (man down, man down) +Pull on yo block with 30's (sqaud, bang bang), thats a mission (pow pow) +Pullin' with my squad, that's a damn mission (nah nah) +Don't come around me, not a shooter then get missing (nah nah nah) +He might be a police, he working what's the business? +And you niggas don't know me, they working what's the business (nah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +I fuck with O-Block (300), 300 them my niggas (300) +Add up both blocks (boom boom) that's too many killas (damn) +Yo bitch gon' fuck both blocks (squad), she know that we them niggas +Stay away from lame niggas (nah), we don't fuck with you pretenders +Keep the heater when it's cold incase we have to burn a nigga (boom boom) +I come from that block lamron 300 nigga +Got my broski in the cut bitch and we ain't fighting with you (in the cut) +But if you all about money then we'll get it with you +Actin' like you can't be touch some niggas will deal with you (boom) +I'm out here chasing money call that shit a self fisher (self fisher) +And I ain't really gotta talk cause since a youngin' been that nigga +OTF and GBE, bitch 300, bitch we them niggas +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +We won't stop, we won't stop , we at the pressure +Just look at my squad since a youngin' we been with it (300) +And only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches (man down, man down) +Pull on yo block with 30's, thats a mission (pow pow) +Pullin' with my squad, that's a damn mission +Don't come around me, not a shooter then get missing (nah) +He might be a police, he working what's the business? +And you niggas don't know me, they working what's the business + +[Verse 2: Chief Keef] +These niggas know Sosa they know that he the business (yeah) +We killin' everybody including every witness (bang bang bang) +We ain't fuckin' around, these niggas is snitches +I dont care bitch I'm off lean, I though my car was missing (my car) +I'm ridin' round, I got my shotties with me (skrt, bang) +Reese my big bro for him we shot, you hear me (what up bro?) +We switchin' lanes in foreign cars, you hear me (skrt skrt) +We passin' round these foreign thots, you hear me (thots) +I be fuckin' life, I'mma fuck it with no condom (fuck it) +Pull up in that 'Rari (skrt), that bitch sound like thunder (yeah) +I be stuntin' (huh), 50 thousand nothing (yeah) +These chains make my neck hurt, earring and watch humungus + +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +We won't stop, we won't stop , we at the pressure +Just look at my squad since a youngin' we been with it (300) +And only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches (man down, man down) +Pull on yo block with 30's, thats a mission (pow pow) +Pullin' with my squad, that's a damn mission +Don't come around me, not a shooter then get missing (nah) +He might be a police, he working what's the business? +And you niggas don't know me, they working what's the business1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Myself[Hook: Lil Durk] +I be with the killas, I be by myself +I be getting money, I be by myself +I stay in designer, I be by myself +It ain't hard to find me, I be by myself +I be by myself (x12) + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +I be by myself +I be by myself +But I be with my niggas, I don't need no help +Tote it by myself, We don't need no help +Ratting and snitching is bad for yo health +Fucking around man that boy gon get left +Guns in the attic and pills on the shelf +Got 3hunna with me, O'block and who else? +Fucking this bitch and I dove in like Phelps +Load up the chopper, I don't need no help +Pouring up lean and it's bad for my health +Smoking this loud and it's bad for my health +He ain't coming right then he gots to get left +He ain't coming right then he might just get left +First 48, watch he tell on himself +First 48, watch he tell on himself +And that shit right there, keep me right by myself +And that shit right there, keep me right by myself +Just hit me a lick, spent that shit on myself +Just hit me a lick, spent that shit on myself +My first fifty thou, spend that shit on myself. +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I be with the killas, I be by myself +I be getting money, I be by myself +I stay in designer, I be by myself +It ain't hard to find me, I be by myself +I be by myself (x12) + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +I'm a killa, I'm that nigga +All my niggas they gon feel it +All these niggas talk on twitter +Chain gang, shining like a pot of glitter +I be so solo, ridin' out with the thirty +Yeah I be dolo, thirty thousand cash, yeah I'm a A-hole +Gotta lay low cause these niggas is fufu +Playing both sides, acting like Brasco +Black Rick Owens, I stay in designer +Word on the block, Louie gon find us +Shout out all my niggas, I had to go sign 'em +Had to cosign 'em, buy yellow diamonds +Same color lemon, talking cases on these tracks +You a snitchin', but I can't mention +Come around and I do for attention +3K nazi, had to go [?] +Bitch I'm an immaculate, I'ma go cray +I'm chasing these Benjamin's, piss on they graves +War for niggas hate, can't escape, 38 +Thirty shots grizzlies like Bathing Apes +Run up on his ass, red tape +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I be with the killas, I be by myself +I be getting money, I be by myself +I stay in designer, I be by myself +It ain't hard to find me, I be by myself +I be by myself (x12)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Traffic (Remix)[Intro: Lil Reese] +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action +He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic + +[Hook: Lil Reese] +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action +He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action +I lost so many niggas, I turned into a savage +In real life, no movie shit, bitch we clapping +Where I’m from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic +Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic +And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards + +[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] +Got some little niggas in the Chi-Town, they ain't 'bout to be talking +Six-hundred horses in my town, cause I ain't 'bout to be walking +See I don't know what the game's about, but I ain't bout to be playing +Nigga keep my name up out your mouth, that's all the fuck that I'm saying +I ain't never been no police, I ain't never did no cuffing +Nigga killing niggas in all your rhymes, ain't never did no busting +Counting the money, took two days +Little niggas will do ya' for some new J's +Real talk, and that's nothing +Gloves on and that oven +Said she don't get the good dick often, now she 'bout to be stalking +Got her on that killer kill, and that's why the bitch coughing +See my targets flipping like Gabby, they be doing gymnastics +Nigga I ain't high and I ain't hard to find, if you look for me I'm in traffic +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Let a nigga go in on me? I can't imagine +But I'm out here in these streets, catch me in traffic +My niggas shoot for free, they'll let you have it +My niggas do for me, ain't no way around it +Bloodhound for that money, bitch I gotta have it +Going crazy, twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I'm cashing +And I ain't really with the talk, bitch I'm money stacking +And he ain't really 'bout that life cause he don't love that action +And they don't come from where I come from, they weren't born a savage +Late night shit, catch him in traffic +I ain't really gotta talk, bitch catch me in traffic +And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin' + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Twista] +Lights, camera, action nigga, but this ain't no motherfucking cinema +'Finna send it up, dude not true, screws not loose +2pac, Juice nigga, hit 'em up +Niggas don't know how to argue +Killer hard shit when you see the mob thick in the whip +Now your car's hit, nigga loose lips +Talking nonsense, feel the contents of a clip +Whatever you wanna do we can take it there, niggas around me want action +Like a rhythmatic, forty calibers and nine millimeters equal subtraction +They could pull up in the Jag' with the runner on the side +Level opposition with the creep-creep +Beep beep, put 'em in a deep sleep +See the way Reese or Chief Keef make beef brief +Beast teeth, I'm a motherfucking monster +Eating up anybody that's coming at Windy City grind +What you know about them niggas pulling up on the side of your Mercedez in traffic hitting it 50 times? +Don't get into it with 'em, they gon' let you have it +You might end up in a coffin, you can call him Casket +[Hook] + +[Outro: Lil Reese] +We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action +He not 'bout that life, man catch him in traffic1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Benji Chasin[Hook: Lil Reese] +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Gang gettin' wasted, you want our life, we take it +It ain't nathan, fuck your situation +You snitchin', can't relate me +Kush what we tastin' + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +It ain't nathan, kush is what I'm tastin' +That bitch all on my dick, I told that bitch I don't get wasted +I don't drink, so bitch I don't get wasted +30 on me right now, watch how fast I chase it +I got white and I ain't racist +Cocaina for sale, come and taste it +I be sprintin' to that money, watch me chase it +Like benji that money we be chasin' +Benji chasin', money conversation +Gang with me and gang gettin' wasted +Kuku Gang with me, Cuckoo gettin' crazy +And I be chasin' money so I guess I'm wasted + +[Hook: Lil Reese] +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +Benji chasin', money conversation +[Verse 2: Benji Glo] +Benji chasin', money conversations +Gang gettin' wasted, backwood blazin' +High-speed chasin' chasin', my life is amazin' +Don't run up on me cause my Kuku's going crazy +Ain't no squares in my circle, you a loser +My niggas gang all them will lose ya +Posted up and we got a lotta guns +I ain't switchin' up dawg, I'm Lamron +Try Reese money, you get wacked nigga +I got respect with my Tec nigga +I'm still grindin' for the check nigga +Since I went blind you thought I wouldn't finesse nigga?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Irrelevant[Hook: Johnny Maycash] +Now all my niggas gone, they be off it +Talk shit, I put your ass right in the coffin +And that loud got me gone +Your bitch all in a zone, she on it +Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant +Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +I'm getting money and you not +So that mean you irrelevant +2-2-3 we shoot +That shit knock down an elephant +All my niggas with the shits +Your niggas on that telling shit +I get money so I bail out quick +Your bitch on me imma a nail that bitch +And now your ass irrelevant +She won't come back home so quit calling bitch +And I be on my savage shit +I ride around with ratchet bitch +Can't sneak diss now cause you irrelevant +Who the fuck know your clique +My team bout extra 30 clips +You nigga round me you don't know my thing +Cause my niggas been around since youngins bitch +And I got your bitch off the shits +Turn up, turn up she with the shits +She just let broski hit +And you went back home and straight wifed the bitch +300 shit we one night bitch +Passed to Durk and he piped the bitch +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant +Acting like you with the shits +I'm thinking he gonna tell some shit +And these hoes for anybody +So Reese give them nothin' but dick +Yeah these hoes for anybody +So we just hit them and pass them quick +Now all my niggas gone +You get shot cause we be off the shit +I'm 300 no more, no less +That's that original shit +Basic shit, I hate a basic bitch +I'm rolling up loud and i'm facing shit +Haters all mad, can't take this shit +Squad way or the hard way +Got killers posted up like all day +They'll wack a nigga up in the broad day +Leave a fuck nigga stanking in the hallway +And that's all day +The bitch wanna leave I don't make her stay +I got thots on thots boy, I don't play +That mean bitches on bitches boy, I don't play +[Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Lackin[Intro: Lil Reese] +Got all these bands this money im stackin' +My Squad, Squad. Turn up +Got all these bands this money im stackin +300 + +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Niggas playing games, I ain't for nun, what's crackin' ? +And I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' +I'm off the shits, I won't stop I'm crackin' +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' +Ain't playing games, we ain't for nun, what's crackin' ? +We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin' +Race to the money, I'm speedin' like a rabbit +Got a lot of money, try to take what I'm having +You get clapped up and thats faster than a rabbit +You get clapped up-- +On 64th bitch, we what's happenin' +Try to come through, you get clapped with the mac (bang) +300 shit bitch, I been a savage +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) + +[Verse 2: Waka Flocka] +He reached for it, that's a dead body +Elmer Fud double pound shotty +My neck rocky and I'm off a molly +My bitch bad with a buffet body +Young nigga shoot at anybody +All these bands got a nigga cocky +Trapped in a club mothafucka +Lil Reese get em +Man down let the piece hit em +Do it broadway and police with em' +Yellow tape let the streets get em' +Chalk him out +White sheet denim +Bow bow I'm bustin' at em +I'm ballin hard no NBA +My bitch a diamond +Lisa Raye +Spent 20k at least a day +Do it weekends nigga, I do it everyday +She with me she go everyway +Count this money 'till my fingers hurt +When I hit the pussy, I bet she squirt +Selling dope, we ain't got to work +Real nigga, no tight shirt +My gun dont work, I got a knife +You disrespect, I'm doing life +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) + +[Verse 3: Wale] +Lotta paper bring a lot of haters, Capiche +And the more you make, will be the more you make, It ain't sweet (no) +Well I do me (f'sho) +Will I lose sleep (I dunno) +If I fall down before they start counting back on my feet +Let's go +Its that flyraq meet chiraq, there's no contest with their flow +All of my hairs out, with young dreadlocks, couple real niggas from the go +Like I said in one song +Life is lame with no goals +Barely brag about dope whenever I don't you niggas ignore +Chop be cooking that cracka nd talking hard rock and talking that snow +Chop will send me that track, I send that shit back, back of that hurst +Trapping something I know, something I did, just keeping it real +As a matter of fact, you never moved crack +But knowing y'all routes, prolly throw a brick bitch +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) +Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) +Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What It Look Like[Intro: Chief Keef] +It look like this +It look like this +Never seen a million dollars what it look like this (Sosa) +It look like bitch +I look like that and you look like this +Catch up, catch up + +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +What it look like bitch (huh) +I look like that and you look like this +I look like yes and you look like no +I keep me a bankroll and that bitch don't fold (nah) +20 thousand in these pockets, got my shit on swole (ffff beep) +They don't never tell me no (nah), any bitch gon' go +'Cause I look like that and you look like this (bitch) +I'm in my all white car with my lil white bitch, Sosa + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +40 with the 30 man don't make me hit the switch (man down) +Can't trust a fuck nigga, he lookin' like he wanna snitch +Take a nigga down then after that get off the shits (we need that) +That forgis on my whip, that's why you bitches on my dick (huh) +What it look like bitch +30 in the clip, I swear my clip is long as shit +300, my clique, we small as shit +300, my circle small as shit +Only The Fam I swear we never trust a bitch (nah) +Don't play with my brothers everybody we with the shits +Walk through the spots you see them joints be with the shits (huh, get money) +So what it look like bitch +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +What it look like bitch (huh) +I look like that and you look like this +I look like yes and you look like no +I keep me a bankroll and that bitch don't fold (nah) +20 thousand in these pockets, got my shit on swole (ffff beep) +They don't never tell me no (nah), any bitch gon' go +'Cause I look like that and you look like this (bitch) +I'm in my all white car with my lil white bitch, Sosa + +[Verse 2: Chief Keef] +Have you seen a 100 thousand (huh), what it look like this (yeah) +Boy your pockets empty, they don't look like shit (nah) +I'm rollin' 'round town (skrt skrt), got my lil white bitch (Mary) +Pretty red hair and her lil white kicks +I got on my lil white gold (bling) +Got ice on my wrist feel and look like snow (Brr) +I pull up in my Audi (skrt skrt skrt) on them lil white folks +Bitches look like yes (nah) niggas look like no (no) +I go by Chief So (Sosr baby) +Got a lot of white gold (bling bling bling) +Nigga, I'll take your soul (yeah yeah) +Cuz bitch I'm from the O (O'block) + +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +What it look like bitch (huh) +I look like that and you look like this +I look like yes and you look like no +I keep me a bankroll and that bitch don't fold (nah) +20 thousand in these pockets, got my shit on swole (ffff beep) +They don't never tell me no (nah), any bitch gon' go +'Cause I look like that and you look like this (bitch) +I'm in my all white car with my lil white bitch, Sosa2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ova[Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs] +Ain't no play +These fake ass niggas, O.V.A +Ain't no play +These snake ass niggas, O.V.A + +[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] +Nigga ain't no play +These snitch ass niggas, O.V.A +Had to close up shop +Niggas hold all the rocks, done for the day +And I'm a hundred round drum +AK-47 right around that bay +Young nigga on the come up +I'm gonna try to fuck 100,000 hoes this summer +Fuck with me and I dumps nigga +Make a move and get moved on +Pushin' packs to my young niggas +Serving dope in your school zone +I need some zone in that backpack +The 38's and 9's, we got that +I'm gonna take my lil' niggas on field trips +We straight kill shit +Where them sacks at, bitch +Cus' it's ova' +Getting road head in a rover +Chevy thang' got a new motor +Fucking with the cane and the soda +Got that yola +And it's ova' +Whole things, halfs, and the quarters +Real ass nigga I told ya +Fucking with the cane and the soda +Got that yoda +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Ain't no play +These fake ass niggas be all in your face +And I ain't gon' play +Keep that thing on my waist +So you know I'm gon' spray +30 in his face +Take his ass to the crib, make him find that safe +And I beat that case +Stay rolling up loud, to the face +My mouth duck taped +These snake ass niggas be talking to the jakes +And it's O.V.A +By all means I gotta get that cake +I don't fuck with the fake +And I party with the 8 +Keep the squares out the shake +My block move yay +My name, ho wait +It's O.V.A +Get them going by the day +Keep the squares out the shake +Louis V on my waist +Just to hold my waist +Just to hold my waist +It's O.V.A +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gang[Intro] +Steady ride with my niggas, I be slidin' with my niggas +It's war time, first in line with my niggas, on the line with my niggas +I be slidin' with my niggas, steady ride with my niggas +Gang! +Steady ride with my niggas, I be slidin' with my niggas +It's war time, first in line with my niggas, on the line with my niggas +I be slidin' with my niggas, steady ride with my niggas +Gang! + +[Verse 1] +We gon' say shit when it's that time, my nigga +War time, first I lie with my niggas, I'ma lie with my niggas +Get outta line, my nigga +Put you back in it like it's school time, my nigga +Overgrind on a nigga, overshine on a nigga +I guess had to put in overtime on a nigga +Got my money on my mind, ain't got my mind on no bitch +Got the G-A-N-G with me, don't ask me who with it +And you ain't really with it, actin' like you with it, that's the quickest way to get it, niggas really bitches +The-They ain't really with it, actin' like they get it, that's the quickest way to get it +.45, cock back, bullets steady spitting + +[Bridge: Sample] + +[Verse 2] +Huh? +And this a eye for a eye, so I'm watching every nigga +Huh? +And this a eye for a eye, so I'm ridin' with my niggas +Slidin' with my niggas +Nina got the best sex, call her Aquafina +Caught the niggas snoozing and they did it like they mean it +Niggas steady sleeping, niggas steady dreamin' +I'ma stay up, nigga, I ain't never sleep +Up, up like I'm gekin' +Set the party up, we sayin' opps, we was tweakin' +(Set the party up, we sayin' opps, we was tweakin') +And when we see cops, best believe we ain't speakin' +When niggas see cops, best believe they be speakin' +I guess I be tweakin' +[Outro: Sample]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love Me (Freestyle)[Intro: Lil Reese] +300 shit, man, One fifty! +Lil Reese and Lil Bibby +It's ya boy Lil Reese checking in +You rocking with my nigga DJ Bandz +300 or nothing, Hood Rich, bitch + +[Verse 1: Lil Bibby] +I done seen so much, I'm scarred for life +Me and my money gone ball for life +My nigga Credo got charged with life +Guns on my sides so I'm armed for life +And my young niggas still hittin' kick door +Every four bars needa' switch flows +You knew your fucking mans was a snitch though +So why the hell you took him for a lick for? +I don’t fuck with these hoes or these bitch ass niggas +Every time I pull up on my dick ass niggas +Damn, I just wanna be a rich ass nigga +Chasing these hoes, better get cash, nigga +And the bitch that I'm with say she love me +Bitch, you only love this money, I promise you if shit get ugly +She'll up and leave and say, “fuck me!” +But I ain't even tripping, I'mma keep it pimping +They mad cause a young nigga stacking all these digits +Worried 'bout other niggas acting like some these bitches +If the rap don’t work, then we on the block tipping +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +If rap don't work then we on the block tripping +Out here tryna' to get it, tryna' get it how we get it +Niggas claiming shit, and they really ain't with it +Lotta' of niggas claiming shit and they really ain't with it +Fucked your bitch now she talking 'bout she love me +Bitch, I only love this money, play with me, shit gonna get ugly +Knock 'em down, hit his ass with some chunky +And I'm still on that block I call six-four +Everybody know me, the youngest kid though +Now all of a sudden everybody with the shits though +But then again them niggas ain't on shit though +Pull up do a hit, that's ugly +Every nigga you see with me shooting for me +Fuck the law, flee the scene, that's ugly +But I'm only chasing after money +Get in my way then I'm getting on dummy +Sucker, get in my way then I'm getting on dummy8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money Stackin[Hook] +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Niggas playing games, i ain't for none what's crackin? +And I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin +I'm off the shits, i won't stop I'm crackin +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Ain't playing games, we ain't for none what's crackin? +We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin +Racing to the money I'm speeding like a rabbit +Got a lot of money try to take what I'm having +You get clapped up and that's faster than a rabbit +On 64th, bitch we what's happening +Try to come through, you get clapped with the Mac +300 shit bitch i been a savage + +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] +He reach for it that's a dead body +Elmer Fudd, double barrel shotty +My neck rocky and I'm off a molly +My bitch bad with a Buffie body +Young niggas shoot at anybody +All these bands got a nigga cocky +Strapped in the club motherfucker +Lil Reese get him! +Man down, let the piece hit him +Doit broad day and police with him +Yellow tape, let the streets get him +Chalk him out, white sheet did him +Bow bow, I'm bussin' at him +I'm balling hard, no NBA +My bitch a diamond, Lisa Raye +Spend 20k at least a day +Do it weekend nigga? Do it everyday! +She wit me? She go every way +Count this money til' my fingers hurt +When i hit the pussy i bet she squirt +Selling dope, we ain't got to work +Real nigga, no tight shirt +My gun don't work, i got a knife +You disrespect, I'm doing life +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Wale] +Lot of paper bring a lot of haters, capeesh? +And the more you make a be the more you make, it ain't sweet +But i do me (fasho!) +Do i lose sleep? (hell no!) +If i fall down, before they start counting I'm back on my feet +This that flyraq meet chiraq, no contest with that flow +All of my heads out, with young dreadlocks, couple real niggas from the 'go +Like i said in one song +Life is lame with no goals +Barely rap about dope, whenever i don't you niggas ignore +Chop be cooking that crack, and talking hard rock, and talking that snow +Naw, Chop a send me that track, i send that shit back in back of that hearse +Crack ain't something i know, ain't something i did just keeping it real +As a matter of fact, you never moved crack +But knowing yall rappers a probably throw a brick, bitch + +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Baby[Chorus: Young Thug] +Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby +Let me tell you a lil' somethin' baby +Ooh, I wanna tell you somethin' baby +Listen to me, I'ma tell you baby, baby +We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here +We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here +We ain't got no, baby, we ain't got not no +Baby, we ain't got no cards in these wallets over here + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Young nigga, I'm super savage +Young nigga, I'm super savage +We got the .30 in the club, yeah we got +Snuck the .30 in the club 'cause we 'bout it +And a nigga talkin' like he got dough +And I already know he a ho +So you know how the shit gon' go +We gon' take him down and come back to the show +She say let's go out I said no +She say Reese take me out I say no +Baby you already know how it go +The hotel or the motel flow +I got hunnids in my pockets I'ma blow +On me and the squad though +If a bitch wanna come with us she gonna fuck for free and she ain't gonna get no dough (No cash) +But I'm on your ass +If you owe me cash +You better run that cash +You better run that fast +No credit cards in my wallet bitch I got all cash +In my stash house it ain't number 30s and choppers I blast +[Chorus: Young Thug] +Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby +Let me tell you a lil' somethin' baby +Ooh, I wanna tell you somethin' baby +Listen to me, I'ma tell you baby, baby +We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here +We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here +We ain't got no, baby, we ain't got not no +Baby, we ain't got no cards in these wallets over here + +[Verse 2: Young Thug] +We ain't together ho, we ain't together ho +We ain't together ho, we not together +We not together baby, we ain't together baby +We not together baby, we not together baby +But if she gonna ride the dick I'm gonna let her baby +I'm gon stack up on my cheese and my cheddar baby +I don't pay for service, the shit don't matter baby +Niggas smoking just like Bob but not cheeley, baby +Check your bitch my nigga, don't check my bro +Just because he don't smell like tacos don't mean he don't got nachos +Plus he good with the wordplay just like Rocko +Ya nigga living lavish my main girl a marvel + +[Chorus: Young Thug] +Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby +Let me tell you a lil' somethin' baby +Ooh, I wanna tell you somethin' baby +Listen to me, I'ma tell you baby, baby +We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here +We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here +We ain't got no, baby, we ain't got not no +Baby, we ain't got no cards in these wallets over here6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Don’t Count Money[Hook:Hell Rell] +I said I'm always rocking the latest +Cock it back and spray it +Extort shit and you better pay it +We don't count money we weight it, boy +We don't count money we weight it +Cock it back and spray it +Your bitch said I'm the greatest +Put a hundred grand on this scale +A hundred grand for my belt +Put a hundred grand on his head +Bet a hundred grand he gon' tell, boy +We don't count money we weight it +Cock it back and spray it +Don't move it, unless I OK + +[Verse 1:Lil Reese] +Three hundred deep we ain't playing +We can't count this shit, too many bands +Don't ship and move it till' we see it +You can't owe me shit, you better pay it +I'm getting fucked up for that bread +We don't take shit, we ain't playing +Extorting niggas, they gotta pay it +Money coming in, I gotta weigh it +Get out of line, shit we spraying +That get you going for them bands +And it's just us +Fuck what they saying +Can't fuck me, without fucking my mans +So bitch what's your plan +You gon' fuck, or keep playing +I'm getting kicked out, that's the plan +When we coming through, we ain't playing +Shots fired, it ain't my mans +I ain't seen shit, what you saying +Pull up in a benz +Fuck her and her friends +[Hook] + +[Verse 2:Hell Rell] +I got bands all in my hair +Bands all in my pocket +That boy get out of line +Shit we might launch that rocket +My lawyer beat the case up like domestic violence, women +Threw him one hundred racks, plus paid for +He's good on college tuition +Fuck with me, you might end up missing +I got it low for them pigeons +I got, three ice crosses on my neck, but I'm no Christian +I came through topless +Damn Rell, where your roof is +Fucked her all at my old house +I'm gonna kick her out of my new crib +Don't keep bricks where I stay +No nigga, I'm not stupid +I don't love that bitch +I was never shot by cupid +They talking rows, I ain't been rocking them +Talking cars like I ain't been copping them +Been crashing them +Benjamin's is my best friend +I been stacking them +Killers on a payroll +That bitch is on the speed dial +The D.A. was mad +Should of seen her face, when I beat trial +I need a new benz +I need a new Glock +We got the city fucked up +Plus my dick is her new drug +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Walter Payton[Chorus] +Money over bitches, I gotta get this cash in (This cash in) +I'ma call a play and they gon' think we passing (We passing) +Every time I skate, I see them niggas hating (Skrrt) +They know we running lines +I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton +Why they be fakin'? +A lot of niggas say they real, but they be fakin' +I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton +They know we running lines +I call it Walter Payton + +[Verse 1] +Walter Payton, why they be fakin'? +A lot of niggas say the real, but they be fakin' +But they be fakin', my niggas waiting +We out here on this block and nigga, my niggas waiting +We got no patience, these shooters anxious +I think I lost my patience +If you ain't with us, then it's fuck you, we do this for the nation +3Hunna crazy +3Hunna crazy +And I ain't talking running lines when I say, Walter Payton +Walter Payton, I'm running up, I'm banging +We out here posted up on this block, and bitch, we Lamron crazy +Lamron crazy, bitch, yeah we Lamron crazy (3Hunna) +[Chorus] +Money over bitches, I gotta get this cash in (This cash in) +I'ma call a play and they gon' think we passing (We passing) +Every time I skate, I see them niggas hating (Skrrt) +They know we running lines +I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton +Why they be fakin'? +A lot of niggas say they real, but they be fakin' +I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton +They know we running lines +I call it Walter Payton + +[Verse 2] +Walter Payton, now I been thinkin' +A lot of niggas they not with the shits, so they been fakin' +Yeah, they been fakin', they ain't gon' make it +We fucked her and you wifed her, man, that shit is crazy (Slutty Boyz) +That shit is crazy, we do this shit for us, nigga ain't no hesitation +Free my niggas in them counties +Who they tryna hang, man, they tryna hang, man +It ain't no game, man, you know 3Hunna + +[Chorus] +Money over bitches, I gotta get this cash in (This cash in) +I'ma call a play and they gon' think we passing (We passing) +Every time I skate, I see them niggas hating (Skrrt) +They know we running lines +I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton +Why they be fakin'? +A lot of niggas say they real, but they be fakin' +I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton +They know we running lines +I call it Walter Payton2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ready 4 Real[Chorus: Tee Grizzley] +Bro in the back and he loading the steel +He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real” +I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac +Cause I know that he tryna kill +You niggas playin', ain’t ready to die +Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal) +Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film) +Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid) +Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill +Mission failed if niggas live (retry) +Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids” +Two F&N’s, I ain’t talkin' bitches +When I say I’m ridin' with the twins +Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin' cameras +When I say I’m ridin' with the lens + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Off the lean and the drink that’s a pour-up (pour up) +.40 on a nigga when we roll up (roll up) +Can’t control us (nah) +Smokin' on the opp when we roll up (roll up) +Shit got tough I ain’t fold up (fold up) +Stackin' all this money from the floor up (floor up) +Still in the hood and I blew up (blew up) +300 with me and I roll up (roll up) +Me and Tee Grizzley won’t slow up (nah) +Too much money can’t control us (nah) +Too many young niggas rollin' (rollin') +All of these young niggas blowin' (blowin') +All of these hoes be goin' (goin') +All my guns they blowin' (blowin') +I remember I ain’t had none (none) +Young nigga I ain’t had none (none) +Tryna turn none into some (some) +Me know I’ma make some (make some) +Me know I’ma take some (take some) +Me know I’ma shake some (shake some) +Get caught don’t say none (none) +Most of them gon say some +Chill ‘fore lil bro fade some +I caught the chills when he shot the mac +Shit gon happen then it’s that (then it’s that) +Knew I’m gon ride for my set (you know it) +Smokin' on loud that’s a fact (dope) +[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley] +Niggas only thugs on the net (on the what) +Before I got verified, I had a check +A-R pistol make a mess of your flesh +2,000 pills, turn around with them racks (them racks) +I’m strapped, he strapped too (strapped too) +Blow strapped, Reese strapped too (glizzy's) +Manny strapped cause niggas fu (boy) +Don’t let IG get you blew (bitch) +Watch me go in for the kill (for the kill) +Go anywhere cause I’m trill (I'm trill) +Ice hit in the dark cause it’s real (it's ice) +Watch who you shoot they’ll tell (what) +Don’t give a fuck about 12 (naw) +Got niggas locked up in cells (free the real) +So don’t think that you safe in jail +Don’t say free bruh if you ain’t send no mail (bitch) + +[Chorus: Tee Grizzley] +Bro in the back and he loading the steel +He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real” +I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac +Cause I know that he tryna kill +You niggas playin', ain’t ready to die +Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal) +Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film) +Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid) +Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill +Mission failed if niggas live (retry) +Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids” +Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin' bitches +When I say I’m ridin' with the twins +Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin' cameras +When I say I’m ridin' with the lensEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Day 1[Intro] +Three Zero Zero +Day 1 Shit Nigga + +[Hook] +Day 1 shit nigga who you with? +Same niggas how could I switch? +Same niggas in the same clique +Throwing up signs gang banging and shit +Day 1 shit nigga who you with? +Same niggas how can I switch? +Day 1 shit this the same clique +I'm still wit the same niggas how could I switch? + +[Verse 1] +Day 1 Shit niggas who you with? (300) +Three Zero Zero nigga thats the same clique +Day 1 Shit nigga who you with? +We getting money we ain't with that shit +False Flagging I ain't wit that shit +Getting money I'm all into it +These niggas bitches man they feminine +My niggas killas man they killing shit +Had to switch up my lane now Im flying now Im zooming and shit Had to switch up my lane now Im flying now Im zooming and shit +I just popped this flat I swear Ion need real shit +Just poor up the lean wit the xan Ion need real shit +[Hook] +Day 1 shit nigga who you with? +Same niggas how could I switch? +Same niggas in the same clique +Throwing up signs gang banging and shit +Day 1 shit nigga who you with? +Same niggas how can I switch? +Day 1 shit this the same clique +I'm still wit the same niggas how could I switch? + +[Verse 2] +Throwing up the signs like nigga what you wit? +Three Zero Zero man I swear we do this shit (gang) +I swear my niggas grimy we ain't new to this +I swear these niggas bitches they don't do this shit +And how we pull up on the scene is ludicrous +Tryna talk my ears off like he shooting shit +Day 1 shit thats the code I cannot switch +Day 1 shit them my niggas I cannot switch +Day 1 shit we get down we all for the shit +Day 1 shit we be on it we all for that shit +While niggas talkin these niggas plotting so I +Sit back and shit +While niggas talking these niggas plotting so I got my shit + +[Hook] +Day 1 shit nigga who you with? +Same niggas how could I switch? +Same niggas in the same clique +Throwing up signs gang banging and shit +Day 1 shit nigga who you with? +Same niggas how can I switch? +Day 1 shit this the same clique +I'm still wit the same niggas how could I switch? +[Outro] +I'm out here man... +R.I.P. to my fallen soldiers man... +Free The Guys... +Gang Banging and shit...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Come Outside[Hook] +Better not ca- +Better not +Better not +Better not catch that boy outside +(Better not catch that boy outside) +That boy scared don´t come outside +(That boy scared don´t come outside) +They throw rocks then go hide +(They throw rocks then go hide) +That ain´t how we rock up on my side +(That ain´t how we rock up on my side) +It´s gon´ be a homicide +(It´s gon´ be a homicide) +Ain´t gotta make one call they all gon´ride +(Ain't gotta make one call) +Better not let a nigga take yo shine +High off the perc, I´m floating (Smoke, smoke) +Smokin that tooka, I´m chokin +You better not think we ain´t totin (We ain´t totin) + +[Verse 1] +Lost my top, I lost my mind, none of these hoes ain't mine (Ain´t mine) +Fucked that bitch then kicked her out +Yeah she knows what time +Why a fuck niggas try to get in my way +I got back every time (Every time) +Feds came and tried to kick in my door +Somebody ratted now +Bitch must think she tricking me +Hoe no ain't no tricking me +No sugar daddy, no trick or treat +Fuck you thought you was tricking me +Light a nigga ass up, christmas tree +A lot of these niggas ain't been in the streets +We been in these streets +Been totin heat, you know me +Know how I be, it ain't sweet +12 on my ass they harassing me +12 get behind me can't last with me +In something fast can't catch me +Pass to the bro we flexin +Fuck nigga know it get reckless +Bitch I don't rock Giuseppe's +And I can't rock no tight jeans +Cause I can't tuck my weapon +[Hook] +Better not +Better not catch that boy outside +(Better not catch that boy outside) +That boy scared don´t come outside +(That boy scared don´t come outside) +They throw rocks then go hide +(They throw rocks then go hide) +That ain´t how we rock up on my side +(That ain´t how we rock up on my side) +It´s gon´ be a homicide +(It´s gon´ be a homicide) +Ain´t gotta make one call they all gon´ride +(Ain't gotta make one call) +Better not let a nigga take yo shine +High off the perc, I´m floating (Smoke, smoke) +Smokin that tooka, I´m chokin +You better not think we ain´t totin (We ain´t totin) + +[Bridge] +Money in the hood nigga everywhere, it's floating, so I gotta get focused +All my niggas I ride with, they'll smoke you, they'll poke you +Dumb lil bitch lied talkin about she a virgin, when I hit it, it was open +MIA riding back to back, any nigga run up again, they gettin murked + +[Verse 2] +I'ma hit a fucknigga really where it hurt +Big ass gun, when I shoot it don't jerk +If I don't come in first, then this shit ain't gon' work +These niggas actin like that, they ain't even go to work +Lost my niggas to this shit, lil nigga it hurt +I remember being on the block trying to get the mikes first +Just fucked a bitch I dip +Shit fucked up but I don't trip +Cause it could be worse +It's too much fake love in this shit +I done lost too much blood in this shit +Police chase me, I ain't throwing my shit +Nigga on the internet talking that shit +Nigga know he ain't really about that shit +Tell that bitch I just wanna hit +I ain't wifing no bitch +Tryna hit me a lick +Better not be a vick +[Hook] +Better not +Better not catch that boy outside +(Better not catch that boy outside) +That boy scared don´t come outside +(That boy scared don´t come outside) +They throw rocks then go hide +(They throw rocks then go hide) +That ain´t how we rock up on my side +(That ain´t how we rock up on my side) +It´s gon´ be a homicide +It´s gon´ be a homicide +Ain´t gotta make one call they all gon´ride +(Ain't gotta make one call) +Better not let a nigga take yo shine +High off the perc, I´m floating (Smoke, smoke) +Smokin that tooka, I´m chokin +You better not think we ain´t totin (We ain´t totin)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grindin’Bitch we grinding +Want it? +Come and take it from us nigga + +[Hook: Lil Reese & Lil Herb] + +Young niggas grinding +Killers stay behind me +Shit, ain't hard to find us, cause we always shining +Look at all these diamonds +Forgiato riding +Horny model smashing +Semi-auto sidekick +But we just out here grinding, grinding, grinding +We be out here grinding, grinding, grinding +Scared money not making money; you know we got it +Got that shit, then come take it from us +See we grinding + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] + +Take a look up in my circle, new niggas can't find it +Pull up on your bitch so fast, just watch how fast she climb in +Whenever I'm out in traffic, that .30 be my sidekick +If we catch an opp in traffic, we gon' let him have it +Young living savage, all my niggas savage +Take a nigga down for whatever, just to have it +And I heard he got it +I be in the hood a lot +I ain't hard to find, bitch +I be on my grind, bitch +I be on my grind, bitch +I be toting 9 shit, Extendo with the rubber grip +That is hard to find, bitch +Extendo with the 30 clips, you can not just find it (Naw) +Turn up on a fuck nigga, call it perfect timing +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil Herb]. + +You can see me grinding +Or in the GT smashing (Errk) +Me and Reesy spazzing +A million, easy access +Smoking weed relaxing (*Inhales*) +What you mean we taxing? (Taxing?) +Double G designer (What?), Louis V pajamas (What?) +Tempurpedic mattress, the nina sleep beside it +Don't need a bitch, I'm savage (Naw) +Think all these bitches average (Yup) +I'm busy stacking cabbage +You know what that mean +Got a lot of green +50 hundreds in my Robin's jeans +I'm a Prada fiend (Damn) +Pull up on them and I start the scene (What?) +Bitches see me, they just start to scream +No it's not a dream +Wanna suck and fuck me, gotta knock the team (Yup) +Get a night of fame (Yup) +Later shorty, I forgot her name +Now I'm posted trying to knock a block of 'caine (I got it) +If you run up on me, then I'm popping things (Bow!) +It is not a game (Bow!), now you mopping brains (Bow!) +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rob Who[Chorus: La Roux] +I'm going in for the kill +I'm doing it for a thrill +I'm hoping you'll understand +And I let go of my hand + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Rob who? I'll clap you up, boy that's an easy kill +Eighteen, but I'll transform him like a pill +I'm goin' hard, stomachache, bitch I need a meal +Think I'm playin'? The whole Lam' gotta eat forreal +We get it poppin', you'd be surprised who up in the field +300 tryna catch a body, call it Holyfield +The dour got me super focused, boy this shit ill +I'm drinkin' Remy, no chaser, 'til I fuckin' spill +I can't trust a soul, they ain't who they say they is +Niggas is bitches, they'll snitch you to a hundred years +A small circle, no new niggas, I ain't switchin' gears +A body gettin' dropped every day, this shit real +A lotta niggas say they real, they ain't really real +A lotta bitches say they bad, they ain't really bad +Niggas talkin' 'bout they cash, like what they had +Niggas say they got that bag, man they wish they had (that bag!) + +[Chorus: La Roux] +I'm going in for the kill +I'm doing it for a thrill +I'm hoping you'll understand +And I let go of my hand +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Rob who? I'll clap you up, now that's an easy kill +Only The Family in my eyes, and nigga it's a drill +Fire a slug, got him sizzlin' like he Emmett Till +Niggas claim they in the streets, I'm out here for real +Can't trust too many bitches, they be low-key and sneaky +Pillow talkin' to niggas, turned to be opposition +Now he woofin' to bitches, why you woofin' these bitches? +Now he sleepin' with fishes, two cups fucked up my vision +Ay Lil Moe, bro I miss you, after that I kept distance +Nobody tell me shit, you know that I won't listen +If I start, I'mma finish, to them I am a menace +I got the 40 in his mouth like I'm a dentist + +[Chorus: La Roux] +I'm going in for the kill +I'm doing it for a thrill +I'm hoping you'll understand +And I let go of my handEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Supa Savage[Lil Reese] + +Squad! +Supa savage +Supa savage all us supa savage +Foe'nem Supa Savage +The mixtape supa savage +Supa savage all us supa savage +Supa savage all us supa savage +Supa savage plus the mixtape supa savage +Supa savage my whole squad supa savage +Supa savage my whole squad supa savage +We got them 30's and them 40's a let you have it (Man Down!) +Supa Savage my whole squad supa savage +We keep them ratchets just in case the shit get tragic +It get tragic just know we had our ratchet +On that money watch me spreadin it know I got it +On that money watch me spread it know I got it +Rob me fuck nigga I got it +He thought I was sweet nigga I ain't a stain +I keep the banger on me nigga I ain't no lame +I fuck with Oblock nigga and that is the gang +I fuck with 300 and bitch we is the gang1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s What’s Up[Hook] +Pull off in a foreign, that's what's up +All these hoes going, nigga that's what's up +I got my own weed nigga, that's what's up +Don't need to hit your shit nigga, that's what's up +All my niggas with me, nigga that's what's up +Don't fuck with fuck niggas, nigga that's what's up +I'm a real nigga, that's what's up +Ain't fucking with no squares nigga, that's what's up. + +[Verse] +Ain't fucking with no squares nigga and that's what's up +The police at the nose, say put your hands up +Me know I'm me, I'm dirty as fuck so I hit the cut +Ain't try to see the county or that other stuff +Free my niggas in the county for that other stuff +Me I know me, I try to make the money jump +He playing games, we fuck around, put him in the trunk +We got F and N's, we got mac 10s, how you want it boy +Only fucking with the gang nigga, that's what's up +We ain't fucking with no lames nigga and that's what's up +On the block everyday nigga, that's what's up +Your foreign car ride pass it get fed up + +[Hook] +Pull off in a foreign, that's what's up +All these hoes going, that's what's up +I got my own weed nigga, that's what's up +Don't need to hit your shit nigga, that's what's up +All my niggas with me, nigga that's what's up +I'm a real nigga, that's what's up +Ain't fucking with no squares nigga, that's what's up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +GetBackMood, Pt. 2[Intro] +Get you together +'Gether +Gon' get you together + +[Verse] +I get on your ass, who the fuck gon' stop me? (Who gon' stop me?) +Bitch, my pockets fat, yeah they extra stocky (Extra stocky) +All these bitches on me, yeah they steady watchin' (Steady watchin') +All these niggas in here, yeah they steady watchin' (Steady watchin') +But we keep Glocks, we ain't worried, we ain't stoppin' (Nah) +But we keep Glocks, we ain't worried, they keep watchin' (Watchin') +He said he gon' try me, what's the hold up, then what's stoppin' him? (What's stoppin' 'em?) +These niggas be police, I don't trust these niggas for nothin' (For nothin') +All of a sudden, now these niggas talkin' bout "We cousins" (We cousins) +I fucked that bitch, I left her sittin' out on her cousin (Her cousin) +I fucked that bitch, I almost forgot to put on a rubber (A rubber) +I don't fuck with you, I don't fuck with your kind, you ain't on nothin' (Nothin') +I fuck with niggas who just like me in the streets, they thuggin' (They thuggin') +Tried to give him a little soft, put him on his feet, but he don't know how to hustle (Hustle) +He ain't got no hustle, tell they ass get you, they rush you (Rush you) +Big four-five gon' touch you (Touch you) +I heard they ass talk, and I'ma hush 'em (Hush) +Pressure, everyday it's pressure (Pressure) +Get on your ass, ain't no let up (Let up) +Put your ass on that schedule (Schedule) +We gon' get you together (Together) +Catch him, stretch him (Stretch him), in any weather (Weather) +Talkin' bout Glocks (Glocks), lil' nigga we got several (Several) +Since she brought her friend (Friend), I'ma try to fuck them together (Together) +Groups of hoes, I done hit 'bout several (Several) +Fuck that club, they ain't let me bring the metal (Metal) +He actin' crazy, like we ain't gon' get his ass together (Together) +These police ass niggas'll have you goin' federal (Federal) +The niggas you grew up with, tellin' on each other (Other) +Where you from? Throw it up, show 'em how you comin' +Where we from, we get Get Back, it ain't nothin' +[Outro] +We gon' get you together +We gon' get you together +We gon' get you together (We gon' get you) +We gon' get you together +I just been on some gang shit lately +Matter fact, I just been on some- +On some Lamron shit, on some Normal backwards shit +I been on some, I just been on some Normal backwards shit +We gon' get you, we gon' get you, we gon' get you togetherEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Come Around[Hook] +Came up and still come around +Now they say you don't come around +Same niggas you grew up with +Come around, can't trust shit +Too many niggas be shystie +Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me +Same niggas you bust at +Same niggas I bust at +Imma line 'em up, let's see +Imma cut you in, that's me +Catch a case, we ain't coppin no plea +We gon' fight it all the way till it's beat +I don't know about you, know about me +Can't go that way, no it ain't me +Shit in the streets, broski, keep it in the streets + +[Verse 1] +Came up, I still come around +A lot of niggas don't come around +When I ain't around, they still talkin' down +Leave that shit up to the clowns +If he ain't around, I ain't talkin' down +Heard he ain't even been in the town +(Heard he ain't even been in the town) +Next subject, I gotta get it now +Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me +Lil bad bitch spend a night with me +But she can only get one night with me +That fu shit, miss me +Fuck nigga keep your distance +I don't wanna know who snitch +(I don't wanna know who snitch) +[Hook] +Came up and still come around +Now they say you don't come around +Same niggas you grew up with +Come around, can't trust shit +Too many niggas be shystie +Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me +Same niggas you bust at +Same niggas I bust at +Imma line 'em up, let's see +Imma cut you in, that's me +Catch a case, we ain't coppin no plea +We gon' fight all the way till it's beat +I don't know about you, know about me +Can't go that way, no it ain't me +Shit in the streets, broski, keep it in the streets + +[Verse 2] +If the shit in the streets, I'ma keep it in the streets +No I ain't gon' tweet +Nigga I'ma be me +Ain't puttin on a show, this shit ain't free +The older, the wiser +I rather just surprise 'em +Ain’t boostin, I'm braggin +Got a stain on a couple P's +If you want war ain't no peace +Fuck nigga don't want beef +I'm out here, no hide and seek +[Hook] +Came up, still come around +Now they say you don't come around +Same niggas you grew up with +Come around, can't trust shit +Too many niggas be shystie +Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me +Same niggas you bust at +Same niggas I bust at +Imma line 'em up, let's see +Imma cut you in, that's me +Catch a case, we ain't coppin no plea +We gon' fight it all the way till it's beat +I don't know about you, know about me +Can't go that way, no it ain't me +Shit in the streets, broski, keep it in the streetsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gotta Be[Intro] +Aye miss me with that goofy shit, man +Straight up + +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Gotta be real for yourself +I can't switch, I don't know nothin' else +Yeah, you can catch me by myself +Oh, that's the main reason why I'm by myself +Yeah, that's what's goin' on, nothin' else +Tell you you changed but they changed they self +No I don't need no change, money change itself +But you got to watch 'em, cause fu niggas change they self + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Yeah, you got to watch 'em cause fu niggas change they self +Sneak dissin', man, that shit bad for your health +Run around with the same niggas, like it ain't nothin' else +To do, hit licks and capers too +Bust a move by myself, I got the tool +Put my back against the wall, I'ma shoot +It don't take much I'ma get through +But the fake I can see right through +Trick me, nah she gon' trick you +Bitch gon' do what a bitch do +Tried to work down but she got loose +Now she don't even know what to do +But a nigga like me, I do +All hundreds in my roll, they blue +Fifty-five, I'ma take care of the crew +Nah, nigga, I ain't nothin' like you +Nah, nigga, I ain't nothin' like you +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Gotta be real for yourself +I can't switch, I don't know nothin' else +Yeah, you can catch me by myself +Oh, that's the main reason why I'm by myself +Yeah, that's what's goin' on, nothin' else +Tell you you changed but they changed they self +No I don't need no change, money change itself +But you got to watch 'em, cause fu niggas change they self + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Sneak diss the gang, boy, your ass gon' need some help +Call on niggas, nah I don't need no help +But I'm with my niggas +And everybody got an extended +Niggas act like they with it +But niggas ain't really-really with it +Can't come through the hood or flip it +Can't come to the hood, can't kick it +Can't come through when we ain't tryin' to kick it +Got a check then that you mean got a ticket +And I hate when I got to go visit +See folks locked down, penitentiary +Shit there will fuck a nigga up mentally +But stay strong, young nigga, stay with it +And free the gang locked down in penitentiary +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Gotta be real for yourself +I can't switch, I don't know nothin' else +Yeah, you can catch me by myself +Oh, that's the main reason why I'm by myself +Yeah, that's what's goin' on, nothin' else +Tell you you changed but they changed they self +No I don't need no change, money change itself +But you got to watch 'em, cause fu niggas change they selfEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Waddam[Hook:Fredo Santana] +I'm smoking on the gas, so stinky like waddam +My neck and my wrist all froze like waddam +Pockets all swollen, they looking like waddam +Pull up to the scene, all the bitches like waddam +Waddam, waddam, waddam, waddam +Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam +Waddam, waddam + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam +You that nigga from the lam, you get down +I heard about your service, don't fuck with clowns +And if a nigga think us, we get blam +Them 300 boys don't fuck around +We be on up that block, we chop you down +Serve them fiends anything now +Anything go for cheap now +It's a drought but it ain't sweet now +Don't try to play us, you get manned down + +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Fredo Santana] +Out of town trips, got me feeling like the man +Ten bands in my pants just cause I can +No feeding these bitches money, man, I just give 'em grams +Just robbed my plug for a brick and spent it on a chain +Got niggas talkin' drugs but they ain't sold a thing +I still keep it on me, man, it ain't shit changed +These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved +These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved +In the trap, servin' junkies, steady countin' hundreds +I break the work down then I give it to my cousin +First of the month, man, you know my trap jumping +If you ain't got no work, man, you better sell something +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Change Up[Hook: Lil Durk] +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up +Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up) +Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Came up, I seen niggas change up +Niggas out here in the field snitchin', giving names up +And that block I come from I swear we wouldn't change nothin' +Just young hot heads who don't really give a fuck +If it ain't about money, then it ain't no nothin' +Just rolled another L, I'm bout to face another block +And my take don't take L's, I bet we give them out or something +And I'm having flashbacks it's like I've seen this shit coming +I done seen a lot of niggas change, I swear it ain't nothin' +Young niggas run around and they don't want no money +They gon' shoot anyway, get snatched don't know nothin' +Feds grabbin' niggas, watch they ass tell somethin' +L's + +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up +Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up) +Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Let's get it +I done came up and niggas on the same stuff +Had to switch my circle up 'cuz that shit was dangerous +I say "change up", these niggas really change up +Playin' games with the gang, quickest way to get flamed up +I say flame up, like that shit be flame up +And I wouldn't change up, they can't change us +And all my niggas scrap, armed and dangerous +In the field we play for keeps and that shit that dangerous +See the police on speak, couple places got a beep +All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride for me +All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride with me +L's + +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up +Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up) +Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas changed upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Again[Chorus: Lil Reese] +What you do this for? In it to win +I lose that shit, get it back again +Rewind that shit, I'll do it again +Two Glocks, them bitches look like twins +I'll pull up, poppin' that two at your mans +Flip by once, flip by twice again +Flip by once, flip by twice again +Flip by once, flip by twice again + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +It ain't nothin' nice, flip by once, flip by twice +You get spiced like cookin' rice +Might fuck the bitch, if the bitch my type +If the bitch is my type, then she get one night +Posted on my block and I got my pipe +Ounce after ounce got me high all night +Foe'nem off the flat got me high like a height +And if pockets flat then I gotta get it right +I know this shit ain't right +You'll get left, on the step +I don't need no help +Yeah fuck nigga I'll run up on him by myself +When it was hard times +Who the fuck I have? Myself +Fake niggas gonna sneak diss, you can keep that there +Me switchin' up on my mans? Boy, that shit's so rare +A lot of niggas say they real, but them niggas ain't real +A lot of niggas say they real, but them niggas ain't real +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +What you do this for? In it to win +I lose that shit, get it back again +Rewind that shit, I'll do it again +Two Glocks, them bitches look like twins +I'll pull up, poppin' that two at your mans +Flip by once, flip by twice again +Flip by once, flip by twice again +Flip by once, flip by twice again + +[Verse 2: Chief Keef] +You are no street +You don't know nothin' 'bout beef +Go 'head give me a 40 +I got it all on my teeth, nigga +To see the gang, you need to see me, nigga +Like a CC, weed in the reef, nigga +I eat, sleep, shit with my gat +Feelin' like Memphis Bleek, nigga +Countin' Euros, rollin' with some killas +Rollin' up some pack, I know that you smell us +When we roll up on ya, don't look unfamiliar +'Cause we got one choppa and 'bout 20 pistols +And we 10 cars deep, finna be in yo street +Off like 4 pints, then I fell asleep +Piano with my choppa, play a melody +I'm done bein' good, so many felonies +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +What you do this for? In it to win +I lose that shit, get it back again +Rewind that shit, I'll do it again +Two Glocks, them bitches look like twins +I'll pull up, poppin' that two at your mans +Flip by once, flip by twice again +Flip by once, flip by twice again +Flip by once, flip by twice againEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +HereCashMoneyAP +Where you see me at? +Where you see me at? +Bitch lyin' talkin' bout she seen me +Bitch ain't see me +She talkin' bout she seen me posted up + +[Verse 1] +Everyday yeah it be like that (like that) +Everyday rolling weed back to back (back to back) +Posted up where you see me at (where you see me at) +I like money yeah I don't like check (like check) +I like the bitch but I really like her neck (like her neck) +I like the mac but I really like the tec (like the tec) +Free smoke we'll give you all that (all that) +Free folks he just called me collect (free the guys) +In the hood you don't get no respect (no respect) +Come through yeah I'm good on my set (on my set) +Shooting dice yeah a thousand I hit (yeah I hit) +In the shit I'll never ever quit (I quit) +What I seen you'll never be with (be with) +What I did you'll never be with (be with) +Police grabbing make a nigga think quick (think quick) +Quick sand make a nigga sink quick (sink quick) +But I'll never ever ever be a trick (nah) +20 year plus nigga they tricks (they tricks) +Make a nigga switch his circle up quick (quick) +Old racks old money don't exist (don't exist) +(Phone Rings) +[?1:05} on the phone who is this? +This Reese how you get my line n shit? +Heard y'all was running round with them sticks? +Heard that nah I ain't hear shit (nope) +Somebody told you the wrong shit (wrong shit) +Somebody told you a false tip (false tip) +Run your mouth you could get a loose lip (loose lip) +Pants sagging with the .30 in my clip (in my clip) +Got a nigga walking round with a limp (with a limp) +I take a trip baby I'll never trip (never trip) +Sip lean baby muddy cup sip (cup sip) +Walk around with the .40 on my hip (.40 on my hip) +In case I gotta leave a fuck nigga stiff +[Hook] +Get money we've been getting shit here (here) +Getting it in we gone get the shit here (here) +Make a trip we gone get the shit here (here) +Get it back we gone get the shit here (here) +Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here) +Take a trip we gone get the shit here (here) +Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here) +Make it back we gone get the shit here (here) +Make it back we gone get the shit here (here) +On the block we gone bring the shit here (here) +In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here) +In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here) + +[Verse 2] +In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here) +Young nigga know not to come here (here) +In my hood don't stop over here (here) +We gone chase yo ass right up out of here (here) +In the club got the killas in the rear (rear) +Shoot the 3 I'ma sneak it up in here +I know Reese nem never been there +Young niggas, my niggas they here (here) +You niggas, broke niggas still sipping beer (beer) +Nah we don't do that shit up over here (here) +Take notes just chill over there +We ain't with the switching sides over here +My niggas better ride over here (here) +We ain't letting shit slide over here (here) +I don't give a fuck it could be some years (years) +Better play your role round here (round here) +Dumb hoe you know how it go round here +Fuck yo bitch on the low around here +Still gotta keep me a pole around here +Getting money we've been getting shit here +In the hood we gone bring the shit here +Tell them fuck niggas don't come near +Tell them fuck niggas don't come near +[Hook} +Get money we've been getting shit here (here) +Getting it in we gone get the shit here (here) +Make a trip we gone get the shit here (here) +Get it back we gone get the shit here (here) +Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here) +Take a trip we gone get the shit here (here) +Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here) +Make it back we gone get the shit here (here) +Make it back we gone get the shit here (here) +On the block we gone bring the shit here (here) +In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here) +In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tell Em Nothin[Intro] +Ay man, all these niggas that's riding +I can't tell them nothin +I can't tell them nothin + +[Chorus] +Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin' +My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin' +300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin' +And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin' +Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah) +No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no) +So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin' +And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin' + +[Verse 1] +Lil bitch I'm on that money, on the money hunt +And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin' +300 they gon' silde, we gone pull right up (skrt skrt) +And when it's time to ride, you can tell us nothin' +And he don't be outside, man he be put up +Call my phone, I'ma ride, I'ma pull right up +And when it's time to ride, you gon' see all of us +He rapping like he street but I don't know what's up +I buy a pound for myself just to smoke it up +Just got the fun of this money finna fuck it up +We keep .30's in the cut, boy we'll fuck you up +And these niggas be so tough, by theyself ain't on none +[Chorus] +Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin' +My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin' +300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin' +And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin' +Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah) +No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no) +So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin' +And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin' + +[Verse 2] +Outside, I'm not inside so you know what's up +He actin' like he with me, I don't know what's up +Niggas be so fishy, I don't know what's up +Too many niggas fishy, yeah I know what's up +And you can never bring me down cause I ain't down with y'all +Don't let nobody bring you down cause they ain't down with you +And I'm a hound for that bread, watch me get it up +And I ain't with that actin' or pretedin' stuff +Come holla at the gang if you fuck with us +I slide up on a nigga with my semi tuck +Don't look suspicious, don't make a move, I might just bust + +[Chorus] +Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin' +My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin' +300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin' +And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin' +Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah) +No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no) +So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin' +And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +BBQ[Intro] +Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) +Skrrt,  skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) +Skrrt,  skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) +Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) +Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) +Beat  was for Tadoe +He  ain't do it, though +Guess who got it now +Ayy,  ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy + +[Verse 1: Chief Keef] +Whatcha talking 'bout, Willis? +I can't wear my white Amiris, I got cheese on my fingers (Ayy) +Smoking  dopey-dope dope +Done, done, done is weed man, but I be with my villains (Bloods) +Skrrt-skrrt, I'm peelin' +Finna pull up, mark the spot, this ain't no fuckin' R Chronic (Bang) +Okay, since we cookin' beef +Okay, since we cookin' beef, I'ma need a large skillet (Ayy) +If he a dog, then we China +Thirty five shots, that's Cinco de Mayo, ayy +Named both guns, David and Goliath, ayy +Who tryna get high? My old head fire, ayy +You ever seen a XO spit out fire? +Told her hold on, exhausted, bitch, I'm tired, ayy +She gave me a gram, told me J.R. Rider, ayy +I beat 99 and they all light up +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +Turn his brain to some barbecue +She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you +And he live with his mama but he telling you +That his pockets is filled and his garage is too +Who is these niggas? I don't know you +Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it +Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too +Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let's do it" + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +I pull up with them young foolies aiming at you +Too many niggas riding, they knowin' what it do +Just blew fifty thousand, made it back times two +I put them shooters on your ass, you ain't knowin' who (Nah) +That GetBack have 'em blue (Blue) +Niggas better pick a side, niggas better choose +My side, we don't lose (Lose) +My side pack them tools (Tools) +If he with the opps, then he a opp, we gon' show him what it do +Fuck around turn his brains to some barbecue +I'm like hold on bro, stand down, let me get him, let me shoot +Sosa got GetBackGang with him, too +All my niggas they gang, it ain't no fufu +Niggas killin' hoes, that's so fu +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +Turn his brain to some barbecue +She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you +And he live with his mama but he telling you +That his pockets is filled and his garage is too +Who is these niggas? I don't know you +Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it +Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too +Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let's do it"EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Day After Day[Intro] +Day after day +Gotta make a way +Day after day +Gotta make a way +Night after night +I've gotta get right +Day after day +I gotta make a play +If something ain't right +I got to get right +I got to get right +I got to get right + +[Chorus] +Day after day +That's night after night +Every thing I think about +I got to get it right +Day after day +Play after play +Everyday I do this shit +I've got to get right +Day after day +That's night after night +Day after day +That's night after night +Night, that's night after night +Night, that's night after night +[Verse 1] +Night after night, I've got to get right +Just like Nike I just do it I've got to get right (right) +These nigga's lame (lame) +They steady sneak dissin', but I don't hear 'em +All these fucking shooters with me, they all shoot through 'em +Now we can see 'em, no we don't see 'em +Cause they above us +They pillow talking, man it ain't nothing +Fuck niggas they talking, I know they're bluffing +Well what's the talk about there ain't nothing to talk about +Got a gang of shooters with me that'll chop you out +Boss up or get bossed around (haha) +Little fuck nigga you ain't really down +Play after play, night after night +I got a stain, light it up right +These niggas fu, I'm doing they right + +[Chorus] +Day after day +That's night after night +Every thing I think about +I got to get it right +Day after day +Play after play +Everyday I do this shit +I've got to get right +Day after day +That's night after night +Day after day +That's night after night +Night, that's night after night +Night, that's night after night + +[Verse 2] +You know how we play +Coolin' where it ain't safe +Got choppas in the safe +Don't come in this place +Over here it ain't safe +Don't come this way +Over here they don't play +Got shawties gon' spray +Grown mens gon' spray +So you know they don't play +I need that bag, fuck a vacation +Drive you up any way, shawn +It ain't hard to replace you +Bad bitch she replaced you +Get money, now they hate you +Come up you can come down +Free the guys who don't make a sound +Pull his grammy and he gon' make a sound +Free the guys who been around +For a long long long time +For a long long long time + +[Chorus] +Day after day +That's night after night +Every thing I think about +I got to get it right +Day after day +Play after play +Everyday I do this shit +I've got to get right +Day after day +That's night after night +Day after day +That's night after night +Night, that's night after night +Night, that's night after nightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stop That[Intro] +I tell that bitch go crazy +Gang Gang +Nah for real though, GetBackGang +Real GetBackGang shit +Who into with us? +Who want smoke? +Too much talkin', you ain't really street (nah) +Too much talkin', you ain't really street +You ain't really street (nah) (nope) +You ain't really street + +[Verse] +Too much talkin', you ain't really street +Growin' up, ain't a nigga that I wanna be +I don't fuck with niggas, and that's just me +Circle small, you can't get with me +Keep a few thorough niggas with me +Most niggas gon fake it to the tee +Play games, get put up on a t' +I don't want a goofy ridin' with me +Keep your distance, don't ask 'bout me +Bein' real, that shit so simple +It ain't hard, that's what you wanna be +I'm me, I don't give a fuck what you think +So high, I can't even think +4:40 AM, I'm blowin' out the P +Can't touch what you really can't see +If I ain't been with you, nigga you don't know me +Stop tellin' people "yeah" you know me +You an old ass header in the streets +Keep it real, man that's how it's gon be +Need a break, gotta get to the cake +Circle small, man I can't even play +I done seen it in a lot of niggas face +You ain't made for it, boy yo ass gon break +It remind me of First 48 +Momma been warned me 'bout the fake +I was just hardheaded everyday +Sat back, thinkin' "we gon be straight" +Just gotta stay away from the fake +In the club, I done snuck in snub +Let a goofy try to act like a thug +Lot of goofies tryna to act like thugs +All that hatin' nigga, ain't no love +Had to fall back from a lot whole of stuff +Catch him by himself, he ain't so tough +Now you on the internet actin' tough +I ain't gotta pay a nigga, they gon ride for none (for free) +They love they get from me, nigga, that's some +Keep it real with my day ones and stuff +A nigga say he don't fuck with me? That's some +But to me it ain't none +I done seen niggas switch up for that cheddar +Every day we together +[Chorus] +Fake love ain't gon get you nowhere (nah) +Stop that (stop that) +Fake love ain't gon get you nowhere (nah) +Stop that (stop that) +All that hatin' ain't gon get you nowhere +Stop that (stop that) +Pussy nigga actin' like they on some (on some) +Stop that (stop that) +Pussy nigga flexin' for these hoes (for these bitches) +Stop that (stop that) +I'm gettin' money nigga, every day (every day) +Stop that (stop that) +Stop that (stop that) +Stop that +Stop thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bonecrusher[Intro: Chief Keef] +(Turbo) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Ayy, yeah, ayy, chu +Ayy, hahah, chu, ayy, chu +Sos' baby, Gbe Baby, (Turbo on the track), Catch up + +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +I'm totin' a big ass, bone crusher +Excuse him, he don't know better +Now watch him, go through yo leather +Like click-clack we're on your schedule +If you knew better, you would do better +I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas +Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga +Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose nigga + +[Verse 1: Chief Keef] +Don't make me bring my dogs out the cut with them sticks +I might just pop out the cut with ya bitch +I'm up in the club in the cut with the shits +Rolling whole pounds and I'm pouring whole bricks +I can't talk to you pussy boy you's a narc +Think that you a sharp, hit your ass with a dart +Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car +Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart +I got King Kong in my blunt +I got Donkey Kong in the trunk +I got Ceaser in my backpack +Up this bitch and go grat-grat +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +I'm totin' a big ass, bone crusher +Excuse him, he don't know better +Now watch him, go through yo leather +Like click-clack we're on your schedule +If you knew better, you would do better +I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas +Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga +Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose nigga + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +300 them my dogs, GBE bitch that's the clique +Hop out with that choppa, bitch you swear I'm with the shits +Niggas flexing, man they ain't on some shit +Ask that nigga, man I been fucked his bitch +If you knew better, you would do better cause' it ain't shit +Niggas tweakin', man we hit 'em in they shit +Word around town he run his mouth just like a bitch +(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch +Bet not compare me to him man nigga ain't on shit +Same nigga, I been with the shit +I can't switch up I know what I'm in for with the shit +Excuse all my niggas cause all they love is shooting shit + +[Chorus: Chief Keef] +I'm totin' a big ass, bone crusher +Excuse him, he don't know better +Now watch him, go through yo leather +Like click-clack we're on your schedule +If you knew better, you would do better +I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas +Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga +Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose nigga +[Outro] +Bone crusher +He don't know better +Go through yo leather +If you knew better +I'm getting money know +Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga +Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Back[Chorus] +Niggas plottin', niggas snakes, so I keep it with me +And all my niggas on go, fuck who ain't with me +And we gon' let the world know, it ain't a fuckin' secret +We gon' get some get back +Ain't stoppin' til you hear that click-clack +Man down on your fuckin' set +Got to get my money up, I'ma get that +And I really for all that chit-chat +Ain't stoppin' til we get it, that's some get back +Ain't stoppin' til I get me a big sack +Hatin' shit, no I ain't really with that +But I can see it in your face that you with that +Switched up on your mans, I ain't with that +I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that +Yeah, I'm with that +I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that +I'ma stick the plan, yeah I'm with that + + +[Verse] +I'ma stick to the plan +Got to be smarter than the next man, I'm just sayin' +Tryna run my M's up, fuck some bands +And I ain't out if I ain't really got a plan +Ridin' round, I'm gettin' high, I'm just sayin' +Ridin' with the same niggas since the sand +And we'll put you in a box if you playin' +Wanna box, we can fight like a man +Put the guns down and fight like a man +I was burned you won't see this shit again +I got a lot of niggas cooked in the can +I caught a case, I'm like "never again" +They won't catch me like that, I'm just sayin' +And I can still go back on my land +[?] you go back on your land +I don't give a fuck the nigga ain't my mans +[Chorus] +Niggas plottin', niggas snakes, so I keep it with me +And all my niggas on go, fuck who ain't with me +And we gon' let the world know, it ain't a fuckin' secret +We gon' get some get back +Ain't stoppin' til you hear that click-clack +Man down on your fuckin' set +Got to get my money up, I'ma get that +And I really for all that chit-chat +Ain't stoppin' til we get it, that's some get back +Ain't stoppin' til I get me a big sack +Hatin' shit, no I ain't really with that +But I can see it in your face that you with that +Switched up on your mans, I ain't with that +I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that +Yeah, I'm with that +I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that +I'ma stick the plan, yeah I'm with thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nothin[Intro: Johnny Maycash] +I'm rolling shit +I'm toting shit +Bitch I'm rolling shit + +[Hook: Johhny Maycash] +I'm riding round in them cars yeah they flexin' +My niggas they behind me yeah they flexin' +You run up on my niggas they be blasting +Lil niggas holding yeah they packing +And niggas they don't want nothin' +Kief said somethin' +But i ain't trying to hear nothin' +And this comma steady comin' + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Don't run up on us bitch we blasting +That bitch she going cause I'm flexing +I ball so hard they might be flashing +Them commas coming its not question +Of course we packing its no question +I'm bout that life man it's no asking +My niggas with me so don't ask me +Put money first that bitch come last in +I'm killing shit I need a casket +Them commas coming bitch I'm flexing +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Freestyle(Intro) +Finna be over with, watch this +They told me like, get back to where I used to be, like +Like, I done elevated +My shit done got, way better +So, like I ain't even looking back +Oowee + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Stop playin' with the gang like, folks and them ain't bout that +Come sleep at a nigga crib, right where his house at +I mean, let's take a nap, don't move, got my pipe, got the tool +Niggas think it's sweet, 'til we pull up 40 deep +With like 50 guns +Everybody got a tool, bitch, you better run +Everybody pack a tool, I'm from Lamron +064, yeah that be the block +Yeah, our shit hot +Can't come through, you might get popped +Or get your foreign whip, turned to a drop-top +Get your top popped +Straight up on that damn block +They know I don't fuck with opps +They know we be sendin' shots + +[Bridge] +I mean shit, if I take it back like, like five, six years, man +Everybody still on the block and shit +We just out there like, we just in it, like +No niggas in the city like us, not one +No lil niggas, no young niggas, no big niggas, like +We the only ones really out here +Lost a lot of real niggas to the Police +Lost a lot of real niggas to the streets +RIP them guys, free them guys, man +That shit hurt, on foe nem +'Lot of niggas ain't even expect it to be like this +I'ma keep it going, though +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Gotta keep this shit, goin' for my brother and them +Even for my mother and them +Got my sister and them too +My lil baby, I'ma take care of her too +Niggas fu, yeah I know what it do +If you my mans, then you my mans, act like it, fool +Don't be on that snake shit, when I slide through +Don't be on that fake shit, when I ride through + +[Second Bridge] +Haha, like fake ass shit, like, like, you know +Like talking behind your brother back and shit +Running around, to your guys, that's gon' come back and tell +Even running your mouth to bitches, cause all that shit get back +Like running your mouth to bitches, too, everything get back +Just know, everything that, happen in the dark +I promise you that shit shine in the light +And that shit coming straight to the light +Feel me? +So it's like basically, you got to watch what you do +Watch what you say, shit + +(Outro) +All that slick talkin' and sneak dissin' will get you hurt +That shit ain't gon' get you on, get you murked +Get your face put up on a t-shirt +A rest in peace shirtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Know How We Play[Intro] +Gang +300 + +[Hook:] +I'm focused on k +Don't get in my way we toting them k's +Get killed in broad day +It's killed or be killed you know how we play +I know where you stay +You know it ain't safe, we run in your place +We shoot up the place +Man down man down, you know how we play +I'm focused on k +Don't get in my way we toting them k's +Get killed in broad day +It's kill or be killed you know how we play +I know where you stay +You know it ain't safe, we run in your place +We shoot up the place +Man down man down, you know how we play + + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Man down man down, you know how we play +You know how we coming, you know it ain't safe +Kick a door everybody on the floor, now we lookin for the safe +We heard you was holding, you know it wasn't safe +Me chasing after the bitches, naw I ain't gone chase +Me chasing after money, thats all I chase +Jewish lawyers on my case just to fight my case +Money on my mind, money, money, money all day +You know how we play +Hit the club with one on my waist +You know how we play +Hit the club snuk guns in the place +You know how we play +Fucked around and found where you stay +You know how we play +Fuck around and take a nap at your place +[Hook:] +I'm focused on k +Don't get in my way we totin them k's +Get killed in broad day +It's kill or be killed you know how we play +I know where you stay +You it ain't safe, we run in your place +We shoot up the place +Man down man down, you know how we play +I'm focused on k +Don't get in my way we totin them k's +Get killed in broad day +It's kill or be killed you know how we play +I know where you stay +You know it ain't safe, we run in your place +We shoot up the place +Man down man down, you know how we play + +[Verse 2: Benji Glo] +Gang, these niggas is fake, no I cannot relate +I'm busy chasing this cake so don't get in my way +My youngin is hittas, they come and shoot up the place +No face no case so I have nothing to say +Man these niggas is bitches, they acting so gay +I just paid a band just for my shades +These bullets gone fly, they won't ricochet +Get in my way, we smoke shit in broad day +Im awful flat so you know im geeking +These bitches seen lil reese so they getting freaky +I'm smokin tookas so im outta breath +If they ain't acting right then they gettin left +I'm stuck in my ways I gotta get paid +I'm traded for days so you know how we play +It's kill or be killed you know i'll stay +I'm fuckin these thotties, they calling me ray +[Hook:] +I'm focused on k +Don't get in my way we toting them k's +Get killed in broad day +It's kill or be killed you know how we play +I know where you stay +You know it ain't safe, we run in your place +We shoot up the place +Man down man down, you know how we play +I'm focused on k +Don't get in my way we totin them k's +Get killed in broad day +It's kill or be killed you know how we play +I know where you stay +You know it ain't safe, we run in your place +We shoot up the place +Man down man down, you know how we playEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Jakes[Hook:] +I gotta get this cake cause my name hold weight +Every nigga you see with me got a gun on they waist +Don't fuck with no snitches, niggas they be telling to the jakes +Can't trust them niggas, they be telling to the jakes +A lot of niggas they around but the fuck niggas really be fake +Got a chopper, got a FN, I'mma spray this bitch in your face +Can't fuck with no niggas they be telling to the jakes +Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes +Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes + +[Verse 1:] +Bang, bang in your face for talking to the jakes[?] +Tryna suck up info to go tell to the jakes +Get the fuck out my face before I hit you with the eight +You ain't been on no block, you ain't shot no eight +You ain't put in no work, you ain't caught no case +We still on the block, you ain't getting no cake +You ain't feeding your niggas, you all ain't ate +You ain't feeding your niggas, they all ain't ate +You ain't feeding your niggas, you all ain't straight +I can look in his face and tell you all he ain't straight +Police snatch him, he gone talk to the jakes +Police snatch me, I ain't talking to the jakes +I'mma make my laywer just fight that case +Ride through 100k cause I like that cake +A lot of niggas they fake so I can't relate +[Hook:] +I gotta get this cake cause my name hold weight +Every nigga you see with me got a gun on they waist +Don't fuck with no snitches, niggas they be telling to the jakes +Can't trust them niggas, they be telling to the jakes +A lot of niggas they around but the fuck niggas really be fake +Got a chopper, got a FN, I'mma spray this bitch in your face +Can't fuck with no niggas they be telling to the jakes +Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes +Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes + +[Verse 2:] +As long as I'm getting money, nigga I'mma be straight +As long as I got my niggas, nigga I'mma be straight +I don't need no nigga, nigga I'mma be straight +As long as they print money, nigga I'mma be straight +Gotta hustle by any means, so I can be straight +These niggas get left they won't ride the right way +A lot of niggas be talking but I ain't' saying a thing +All these fuck niggas talking but I ain't saying a thing + +[Hook:] +I gotta get this cake cause my name hold weight +Every nigga you see with me got a gun on they waist +Don't fuck with no snitches, niggas they be telling to the jakes +Can't trust them niggas, they be telling to the jakes +A lot of niggas they around but the fuck niggas really be fake +Got a chopper, got a FN, I'mma spray this bitch in your face +Can't fuck with no niggas they be telling to the jakes +Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes +Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ride[Hook: Young Scooter] +I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused +I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion +Smoke, ride +Smoke, ride +I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused + +[Verse 1: Young Scooter] +Riding through the city top down blowing kush smoke +Black Amigo mafia so no I can't stop selling dough +And we smoke out of pounds and in the club we let that money go +I just left the Onyx, I left 20 thousand on the floor +50 thousand dollar ring, 50 thousand dollar chain +60 thousand dollar watch, plus my arm bout to ring +Plus the 40, it's in range +Extended clip on that thang +I get so much street money, how can I explain +They got me riding and thinking bout the moves that I'm making +I'm a millionaire now nigga, you could stop the hating + +[Hook:Young Scooter] +I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused +I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion +Smoke, ride +Smoke, ride +I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +If I get a real jug, get smoked +On my momma it ain't no joke +See I'm riding and smoking +All my niggas they toting, my niggas they blowing, but niggas they go in +If you a stank kick your door in +And I don't do no new friends +Can't trust a soul so won't shake everybody hand +Can't trust a soul so won't shake everybody hand +I'm going crazy but don't make me have to clap a fan +The nigga hating he a opp man I think he a fan +I never lost it but I'm back at it, I'm on yo ass +I never lost a year I'm back at it pick up yo head + +[Hook: Young Scooter] +I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused +I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion +Smoke, ride +Smoke, ride +I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused + +[Verse 3: Jim Jones] +My niggas got that work +They ain't got no jobs +You know the rules in my hood, protect yourself or get robbed +Gangstas do what they want, you do what you can +Came down to that A, than I fly through with them bands +Nigga been on this grind since a nigga been 9 +Tell the crack heads chill if you want that six nigga get on that line +So I smoked to it, I got bad nerves +I'm having flashbacks make a whole thing from a half bird +Nigga hold my wheel almost crashed the curve +Driving smoking [?] nigga that's my work +Need a steady hand, and a good wrist +That white girl is my hood bitch +Please let up some good shit +[Hook: Young Scooter] +I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused +I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion +Smoke, ride +Smoke, ride +I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focusedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Circle Tight[Intro] +Drama time + +[Chorus] +Gotta keep your circle tight (Circle tight, tight) +Watch out, niggas gon' hate (Gon' hate) +I can't believe you turned fake (Turned fake) +Why I put my trust up in a nigga when they gon' switch lanes? +My brothers love them gun thangs (Gun thangs, brrrat!) +Stay at it 'til it's your time to shine, that's what they told me (That's what they told me) +That's what they told me (That's what they told me), they never showed me (They never showed me) +That fu shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peeped it (I peeped it) +I peep it, I peeped it, I peeped it + +[Verse] +Ain't seen or saw, I ain't seen shit (I ain't seen shit) +I pull up in a steam, bitch (Steam, bitch) +Fuck around, pull a mean hit (Mean hit) +Fuck around and get you and your whole team hit (Team hit) +All my niggas we be on the same shit (Same shit) +All my niggas we be on that gang shit (Gang shit) +Can't hang if you ain't on the same shit (Same shit) +A nigga like me get tired of the same bitch +And I still rock out with the niggas I came with +Whole 'lot of Glocks in this bitch, we'll bang shit (Bang shit) +You'll get changed quick +Tryna get a mil', yeah I need it, bitch +Now I do this and try to get clout (Clout) +That's the easiest way to get took out (Took out) +Catch his ass, put that pole up in his mouth (Up in his mouth) +I'm like, "Fuck nigga, what that sneak dissing about?" (What it's about?) +These niggas with me, they don't like to run they mouth (They runnin' they mouth) +These niggas with me, they grew up in my momma house (My momma house) +[Chorus] +Gotta keep your circle tight (Circle tight, tight) +Watch out, niggas gon' hate (Gon' hate) +I can't believe you turned fake (Turned fake) +Why I put my trust up in a nigga when they gon' switch lanes? +My brothers love them gun thangs (Gun thangs, brrrat!) +Stay at it 'til it's your time to shine, that's what they told me (That's what they told me) +That's what they told me (That's what they told me), they never showed me (They never showed me) +That fu shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peeped it (I peeped it) +I peep it, I peeped it, I peeped itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How Could I[Chorus:] +I got a good price, it's for cheap +If you really want some work +Got some niggas from the six +Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work +Hit him where it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at +Really snorting work, still getting it like the first +First like the first day of school trying to be the first +Man, all that hating it won't work +All that hating it won't work [x3] + +[Verse 1:] +Man, all that hating it won't work +Fuck coming last I'm trying to be first +That talking it won't work +Had to get off my ass and got get some cash +Now i'm fresh everyday like the first +Only fuck with niggas that riding me +And going to really put it to work +Just talking it won't work +All that talking it won't work +You gotta show me first +I made that bitch bend over +And told her show me first +I don't talk take about no money +Cause that shit don't work +Finna ball like I came for the dirt +So i'm'a hit you where it hurt +Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand +I let him hit two were it hurt +Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand +I let hit two were it hurt +[Bridge:] +I told him to get on the shit first +Told him to get on you niggas first +I told him to get on the shit first +Told him to get on you niggas first +I told him to get on the shit first +Told him to get on you niggas first +I told him to get on the shit first +Told him to get on you niggas first + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2:] +All that hating it won't work, no +Caught a nigga snooze +4-5 jam he better hope his bitch work +Fuck nigga better be lucky he caught a blessing +That shit worked +Lame ass niggas steady running there mouth +You ain't puttin in work [x2] +Youngins on my block +Known for shooting shit they gonna shoot shit first +Coolin where it ain't safe niggas know it ain't safe +So they don't really wanna hang +Coolin with my niggas still with my niggas +A lot of niggas done changed +But know I'm still that gang +And I come back and still hang +Where a lot of niggas they can't +Where a lot of nigga they ain't +Got a good price for the cheap +Just meet me in the back with the bank +We goin get them there hit them there +And take everything as planned +We goin get them there hit them there +And take everything that we can +[Chorus] +I got a good price, it's for cheap +If you really want some work +Got some niggas from the six +Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work +Hit him where it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at +Really snorting work, still getting it like the first +First like the first day of school trying to be the first +Man, all that hating it won't work +All that hating it won't work [x4]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Face No Case[Chorus] +If the price ain't right, I might take something +Still with my niggas, yeah, we'll shake something +Better not catch an opp lackin', yeah, we'll face something +Getting to the money, yeah, straight chasing +She said she want D'USSÉ, no chaser +All these hoes be going, I won't chase none +I told that lil' bitch I want top, I want face or something +And when we aiming for the top, tryna hit your face or something + +[Verse] +No case, no face or nothing +Aiming for the top, tryna hit your face with something +Fuck a bitch, I won't chase none +All this money, I be chasing something +I was fucked up, I had to make me some +Hit the block, roll up, I had to face me something +All these problems steady coming, I be facing them +All them old hoes ain't nothing, but you be chasing them +And if I know did the crime, you will never hear me crying +Bout no motherfucking time, RIP to all of mines +For my niggas, we gon' slide +We gon' pull a homicide + +[Chorus] +If the price ain't right, I might take something +Still with my niggas, yeah, we'll shake something +Better not catch an opp lackin', yeah, we'll face something +Getting to the money, yeah, straight chasin' +She said she want D'USSÉ, no chaser +All these hoes be going, I won't chase none +I told that lil' bitch I want top, I want face or something +And when we aiming for the top, tryna hit your face or somethingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Remember[Chorus] +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) + +[Verse] +Nowadays in the streets, this shit so wicked +Your own mans'll get you get you clapped, boy +You thought he was with it +Hittin' blocks, spinnin' blocks, still ride with my niggas +Actin' like they with it, but niggas ain't with it +Stop playin', I put one in your fitted +Put them niggas on your ass, now you bitchin' +Jumpin' and flinchin, 30 in the Glock, it's extension +Never needed niggas co-sign, took the fam if I'm real +Your bitch fat up in that dress, she dressin' to kill +Make a nigga wanna touch it just to see if it's real +See if it's real, let a nigga know what's the deal +I took her home the first night +She let me fuck, yeah it's real +[Chorus] +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) + +[Verse 2] +One time for the niggas, who out here with it +I love my niggas, cause I ain't gotta question if they with it +I can look up at a nigga and tell if he really with it +And if I start some shit, then guarentee that I'ma finish +And if you start some shit, I really hope that you could finish +You better not start some shit, that you can't even really finish +We fly as hell in the latest, you know that we be trendin' +Why would I leave my niggas? +They been with me since the beginnin' +Try us lil nigga, and it's gon be a sad endin' +Gotta watch them niggas who ain't happy when you winnin' +Nigga say he your mans, but he ain't happy when you winnin' +Stop playin' +I been with the shits since the beginnin' +[Chorus] +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? +Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it +Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Fake with it (fake with it) +Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it) +Who was with it (who was with it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nigga Wat (Remix)[Produced by Chris Surreal and TomTom] + +[Intro: Lil Reese/Chief Keef] +Aye, Trigga Black +Lil Reese, (sosa) +Aye, Aye, Aye 3hunna +Im like Nigga wat Nigga wat +(aye) Nigga wat (x5) + + +[Hook: Chief Keef] +Nigga what? +Nigga what? +Nigga, nigga what? (x2) +Up this fucking gun, click-clack nigga what? +You don't want none, click-clack nigga what? +Nigga what? +Nigga what? +Nigga, nigga what? (x2) +Yo' bitch on me, but she gettin' none +Yea she want me, yep nigga what? + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Nigga wat im smoking blunts my shits big as fuck +Broski with me in the cut our guns ain't tucked +These niggas pussy they ain't out here, they ain't ridin +My niggas with me yes they ridin yall hidin (yall hidin) +O six four thats the block boy you can find me (we out here) +On the grind all day thats how im grindin +Niggas bitching they won't smoke, nowhere to find me +I be out here everyday man I ain't hidin (nah) +Rest in peace Robito ( lets get it), rest in peace to lil mo (L's) +Bitch rest in peace to Bruh O (O'block) +O six four bitch thats how that go (300) +[Hook: Chief Keef] + +[Verse 2: Chief Keef] +Nigga what, nigga what, smoking big ass blunts +Of that Tooka like a hooka with my big ass gun +I'ma shoot it at ya medulla if ya reach for somethin' +I ain't playin' no games nigga I be creepin' ya +With my niggas and we're riding, they ain't hiding +They say they all here they are lying man +You think the opps get hit then you's a blind man +I bet you hear these shots if yous a deaf man +Rest in peace my nutman, aye +Rest in peace Robito, aye, aye +Sending shots up at your peephole +Sending shots up at your people2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Since A Youngin’[Hook: Lil Reese] +Since A Youngin bitch we been them niggas +Since a Youngin bitch I been a nigga +X4 + + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Since a youngin bitch I been that nigga +Rockin designer clothes shoes from my denium +Got good aim and I ain't gon miss him this +Chicago and I hope he down to get him +Anit with the pillow talking thats for bitches +Anit with the pillow talking thats for snitches +These niggas bitches so I anit with em niggas +Killers best belive I'm with them I'm with my +Niggas and we all we got play with my brother +Thats like do or die play with the fam thats +So suicide play with the fam thats so suicidel +I got killers at your front and your side door +At your window lay low might shoot inside though +Can't fuck wit niggas most niggas [they won't ride though] 3hunna ls + +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Feed The Fam[Intro :] +Ok (x6) +You already know how I'm rocking man +FTF man,feed the fam man +Gotta feed the fam +Nigga's wint really feeding the fam man +You already know how I'm rocking man +FTF man, Ok +Fuck the feds, free the guys + +[Verse 1 :] +Get monet stack it up might put it on a shelf +FTF, ion know what else +Fuck niggas switching, yeah thats bad for his health +But thats on him, he don't know nothing else +Big homie showed me how to get it by myself +Now ima show my niggas how to get it by there self +Real nigga shit never out for myself +Take it how you want it, get right or get left +Me switching up?, you wouldn't believe that yourself +Free the real niggas, only few of us left +Got niggas lock down, ain't gonna leave them up in there +Money on the books, and we don't know nothing else +Niggas say they riding with you, but he out for hisself +So when niggas on his ass, he gonna really need ya help +Pussy ass nigga should've never been by ya self +Pussy ass nigga now ya self +[Hook : (x2)] +FTF ion no what else +Feed the fam, ion no what else man +FTF ion no what else +Man feed the fam, ion no what else +FTF ion no what else +Feed the fam, ion no what else +FTF ion no what else +Ion no what else (x3) + +[Instrumental] + +[Hook :] +FTF ion no what else +Feed the fam, ion no what else man +FTF ion no what else +Man feed the fam, ion no what else +FTF ion no what else +Feed the fam, ion no what else +FTF ion no what else +Ion no what else (x3) + +[Verse 2 :] +Get the money (get the money, get the money) +And try an make a flip +Bust a move, whole team make it flip +Get it back, hell naw i ain't trip +You wit them?, hell naw i ain’t wit them +You know them?, hell naw ion know them +So don’t mix me up with the fu shit +Fuck around, i’ll have to lose it +Landlord of the bunk, you gotta move bitch +And these niggas must be stupid +Ain’t worried bout you and what you doin bitch +Got a lil one out here and she need shit +Nah mean she ain’t really gone need shit +He caught a case same day outta the shit +He said the police ain’t charge'em wit shit +Naw we don’t want nothing to do wit it (naw we don’t want nothing to do wit it, nothing to do wit it) +Naw we don’t want nothing to do wit it (nothing to do wit it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Still Workin[Intro x8] +Still working +And they still talking + +[Verse] +Niggas working +Man these niggas talking +I guess that's why I'm by myself more often +When you be broke +Ain't nobody gon give you nothing +Best get it on your own and get you something +Remember the days I ain't have shit, walking +I do this shit by myself +No talking +Naw I ain't stressing +I'm just thinking money +Niggas that talk be folding when them people on em +Tote that bitch like its legal on me +They say you change when you get plenty money +Switch up and get to acting funny +No I won't change on my people, huh +Bout them flames +That we keep on coming +My phone tapped I think the people on it +My line tapped I think the people on it +[Hook] +Still working +And they still talkingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sum New[Hook: Lil Reese] +Let's try some new (I'm with my niggas boy we wild like the...) +Bitch let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Let's try some new +I'm with my niggas boy we wild like the fucking zoo +No favoritism you get it too +A fuck nigga I don't salute +Pull up we'll shoot +At you and all your troops +Who the fuck is you +Now a days man who is who +On the block man it get live +Fuck niggas man they gone lie +Steady talking man they ain't finna try us +Steady talking man they ain't finna try us? +It's around man you ain't gotta ask +Just pull up on a nigga we'll slide +I'm with the .50 lets ride +If it's --- we need all that +[Hook: Lil Reese] +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Stop playing, you know me +Act like I'm the old me +Better act right like you owe me +Pull up shooting like I'm Curry +Put 'er out in a hurry +It could go down, we ain't worried +A lot of niggas be worried +Niggas scared shaking and nervous + +[Hook: Lil Reese] +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some new +Let's try some newEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Hit[Chorus: Lil Reese] +I heard they plottin', I wonder how many, man +See me, I think I could take plenty, man +And I can't leave without my semi, man +Don't fuck around and leave your semi, man +If it ain't 'bout money, what's the fuckin' plan? +Yeah, I know your type, you out here fuckin' playin' +Do a hit on niggas, spin the block, come back again +I don't really give a fuck cause the nigga got hit ain't my mans + +[Verse: Lil Reese] +Your bitch goin', she gon' get hit (get hit) +Home run, knock it out the fence (knock it out the fence) +I ride around with it, I took a risk (we takin' risks) +Still ride around with it, we takin' risks (takin' risks) +I wouldn't even touch that basic bitch (touch that basic bitch) +And I won't leave the house without my stick (without my stick) +I ride around with it, I take a risk (I take a risk) +'Lot of niggas on that Police shit (on that Police shit) +My mouth closed, I don't know shit (I don't know shit) +All I know is I'ma blow shit (I'ma blow shit) +Loud rollin', we be smokin' (smokin') +Kush strong, got me chokin' (chokin') + +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +I heard they plottin', I wonder how many, man +See me, I think I could take plenty, man +And I can't leave without my semi, man +Don't fuck around and leave your semi, man +If it ain't 'bout money, what's the fuckin' plan? +Yeah, I know your type, you out here fuckin' playin' +Do a hit on niggas, spin the block, come back again +I don't really give a fuck cause the nigga got hit ain't my mansEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All the time[hook: Bosstop] +Flexing, you was young and flexing +All the time reckless, I was young and reckless +All the time neckling, she gon give me neckling +All the time rapping, boy I keep that weapon +All the time, All the time, All the time +All the time, all the time, nigga all the time +Nigga all the time, nigga all the time + +[verse: Lil Reese] +Weapon, that FN is my weapon boy you better not test +It I got foe'nem yeah they wack shit some say we reckless +I guess we are young and reckless +If you hold cash I need it +Then fuck that bitch I could've hit but guess im too conceited +If you owe me I need it +Make that bitch get on her knees and to [?]jesus +We catch a opp right now man that boy gon' need jesus +KuKu gang they with me too man and all they do is squeeze shit +All the time +And if you get snatched you better do the time +All the time, all the time +And if you get snatched you bett' not drop a dime + +[hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +FACTS[Intro] +On that, on that, on that money +On that money +On that money + +[Verse] +On that money that's a fact, since I pulled up in a back +I've been really off the pack, really rolling off the pack +Hollow tips all in my MAC, I'll leave a nigga flat +If he tweakin think it's stack, let 'em know, no this ain't that +What you talkin' it ain't facts, I don't wanna hear that shit +I just hit another lick, I just caught another vic' +And if y'all diamonds do not gliss, I don't wanna see that shit +Growin' up I can't resist, had to be the man and shit +Had to make some plans and shit, had to get them bands and shit +Clap you and your mans for this, I ain't with that fans shit +But I love my fans for this, pullin' up with extra clips +In case they got some extra lips, I'mma make them extra dip +We don't dummy, we don't dummy, we don't dummy that's a fact +I got niggas, bitches on my land +You can get 'em back and we don't fall, hoe, we pass rock +You can get a back and if you hear somethin' about me ask me +I'll tell you the facts, ain't with that cappin' shit get back +Put a cap up in your cab, young as fuck my graze was big +I couldn't go to mama house, so I went to grandma house +Knowin' grans would whoop my ass, had to get up off my ass +Had to come up for some cash, so I came up brought some cash +Ran that shit up real fast, niggas gon' run real fast if they tweak they just says that +And I was raised in the jungle so a snake can only hiss +Yea I was made in a jungle I mean the snake ain't really shit +[Outro] +Haha, I said I was raised in a jungle so a snake can only hiss (Hisss) +I was raised in a jungle so a snake ain't really shit man +I mean y'all get me man, Lamron, 300 man we in the fuckin' buildin' +It's a fucking drillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ain’t Witchu 4sho[Intro] +CashMoneyAP +(Get up, go get that money every second) +This is how the shit go +(Get up, go get that money every second) +This is how the shit go +This is how the shit go +(Get up, go get that money every second) +This is how the shit go +This is how the shit— + +[Chorus] +This is how the shit go +Niggas gon' switch up, ain't with you fo' sho +Bitches gon' fuck, man, a hoe is a ho +I be focused on the money, I don't need me a ho +'Cause at the end of the day, at the end of the road +I just wanna know why most of my niggas had to go +I just wanna know why most of my brothers had to go +So I'ma keep my head high, I'ma focus fo' sho + +[Post-Chorus] +Is this how the shit go? (Is this how the shit go?) +Is this how the shit go? (Is this how the shit go?) +Is this how the shit go? (Is this how the shit go?) +Niggas gon' switch up, ain't with you fo' sho +[Verse] +Is this how the shit go? Is this how the shit go? +I shouldn't have to tell you really how the shit go +You should already know +That should be some shit that you already know +Keep folks an' them with me, they my brothers fo' sho +And if you got a problem, nigga, let me know +I be really on go, yeah that's how it go +I ain't showin' out or flexin' for a ho +In Miami, I fucked her on a floor, though +I just made fifty thou', but I want more, though +So many hundreds, you would think I did a tour show +Fuck his bitch and gave her back, I'm like, "Here, though" +Can't fuck that bitch, that bitch a lame, a weirdo + +[Chorus] +This is how the shit go +Niggas gon' switch up, ain't with you fo' sho +Bitches gon' fuck, man, a hoe is a ho +I be focused on the money, I don't need me a ho +'Cause at the end of the day, at the end of the road +I just wanna know why most of my niggas had to go +I just wanna know why most of my brothers had to go +So I'ma keep my head high, I'ma focus fo' sho + +[Outro] +RIP them guys, man +Free them guys, man +GetBackGang part two +You know what the fuck it isEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Around Me[Chorus] +We really did this shit that we really rap about it +We really did the shit that we cannot rap about +We been up in this shit, it ain't nothin' to brag about +Slide through the hood, you can even ask about me +And if them niggas trickin, you ain't never seen them 'round me +Most niggas bitches, I don't even want them 'round me +And I ain't with the fake shit, so I don't be around it +Had to separate myself, so I don't be around it +The killers and the hustlers, best believe they around me +Got some day one niggas, best believe they around me +And we don't play that shit, we gon kill all about it +And they don't play that shit, they gon kill all about me + +[Verse] +Know a couple of Haitians, like to spray shit +Yeah, you can miss me with the hate shit +Gettin' money, back then used to take shit +Nowadays, everybody with the fake shit +And I don't wanna fuck the bitch if she basic +And if I made it, then that mean we all made it +Gettin' high, Reese Money so faded +Just rolled me a blunt and I'ma face it +Drinkin' Remy out the bottle, no chaser (nah) +And I ain't never had to fake it to make it +Most niggas gon fake it to make it +Face shot, let's see if he can take it +Ambulance ain't come, he ain't make it +And if he holdin' the low, we'll take it (we need that) +Just to show the fuck nigga we ain't fakin' (nah) +And we'll show the fuck nigga we ain't fakin' +Shoot his brains out, fuck what you thinkin' +Shoot his brains out, fuck what you thinkin' +[Chorus] +We really did this shit that we really rap about it +We really did the shit that we cannot rap about +We been up in this shit, it ain't nothin' to brag about +Slide through the hood, you can even ask about me +And if them niggas trickin, you ain't never seen them 'round me +Most niggas bitches, I don't even want them 'round me +And I ain't with the fake shit, so I don't be around it +Had to separate myself, so I don't be around it +The killers and the hustlers, best believe they around me +Got some day one niggas, best believe they around me +And we don't play that shit, we gon kill all about it +And they don't play that shit, they gon kill all about meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Some Out Nun[Intro] Lil Reese +300 DegreZz +300 + +[Hook] Lil Reese +You can’t make nothing out of nothing (out of nothing) +So I had to make something out of something (out of something) +Get off my ass (get off my ass) +Gotta get some cash (gotta get some cash) +Don’t need no n*gga for shit ain’t even gonna ask (ain’t even gonna ask) +Cuz a n*gga will leave you broke down on your last (down on your last) +Thought that’s your man (thought that’s your man) +Thought he was your man (thought he was your man) +My n*ggas my n*ggas my n*ggas ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) +My n*ggas with me they shoot ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) +Them n*ggas ain’t true ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) + +[Verse 1] Lil Reese +My n*ggas with me they shoot +You ain’t even gotta ask (you ain’t even gotta ask) +And if you’re tricking with a n*gga like me I’m gonna get on your ass +Pull up for the cash +You only want the bags (you only want the bags) +You can’t be sweet +They’ll rob your ass (they’ll rob your ass) +These n*ggas with me they’ll rob your ass (they’ll rob your ass) +Yeah so fast (yeah so fast) +Pull off so fast (pull off so fast) +Folks no door had n*gga got sad +I don’t know nothin if the police grab my ass +I bet he knows something if the police grab his ass (yep) +Must need some ass +You don’t get no pass +Can’t come in my hood +Fuck n*gga you won’t get no pass +[Hook] Lil Reese +You can’t make nothing out of nothing (out of nothing) +So I had to make something out of something (out of something) +Get off my ass (get off my ass) +Gotta get some cash (gotta get some cash) +Don’t need no n*gga for shit ain’t even gonna ask (ain’t even gonna ask) +Cuz a n*gga will leave you broke down on your last (down on your last) +Thought that’s your man (thought that’s your man) +Thought he was your man (thought he was your man) +My n*ggas my n*ggas my n*ggas ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) +My n*ggas with me they shoot ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) + +[Verse 2] Jadakiss +Can’t make nothing out of nothing +So I had to make something out of something +Yeah I had my young n*ggas pumping +Soon as we see them fuck n*ggas we dumping +Ain’t about no money keep it moving (gone) +They keep them sticks on them and they love to use them +Yeah all points already proven +Yeah all the joints came from the Cubans +Broad day he ain’t even have a mass +It was for my n*gga he ain’t even have to ask +Y’all might need a better staff +Yeah I tried to split his head in half (war) +[Hook] Lil Reese +You can’t make nothing out of nothing (out of nothing) +So I had to make something out of something (out of something) +Get off my ass (get off my ass) +Gotta get some cash (gotta get some cash) +Don’t need no n*gga for shit ain’t even gonna ask (ain’t even gonna ask) +Cuz a n*gga will leave you broke down on your last (down on your last) +Thought that’s your man (thought that’s your man) +Thought he was your man (thought he was your man) +My n*ggas my n*ggas my n*ggas ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) +My n*ggas with me they shoot ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mo Weed[Intro] +Well if you wanna leave what’s the hold up +You talking about you got weed roll up + +[Hook] +Roll up roll up Roll up roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up + +[Verse 1] +Uh just start my day off high as fuck +Uh who got more weed roll up nigga +Talking about he going on me I’m like +Hold up that ain’t true that ain’t true +That ain’t true nigga show up ain’t no +Going on me in the club no ID in the +Club VIP my niggas with me they they +Going to shoot for free and they going +To shoot for me so it’s all good this way +And it’s just ain’t sweeted ain’t sweeted +Swich it all my niggas get you your issue +Got our issue you think this is sweet these +Niggas they as soft as tissues hold up bring +It back a lot of fuck niggas they ain't known that +You see these bitches I’ll be on that got a lot of +Cause I don’t wanna push this shit back and hold up +[Hook] +Roll up roll up Roll up roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up + +[Verse 2] +Uh I’m by myself just rolled up +In a spot where me and my niggas rolled up +See the police we ain't going to hold up +They know there no controlling us yes stop +Nigga I don’t know nothing can’t trust a fuck +Nigga he might tell or something did that nigga +Really can’t really make bail or something don’t +Know man that nigga might tell something don’t +Trust that nigga I don’t fuck with that nigga +Can I see a fuck nigga don’t [?] nigga’s +Still with my niggas,them day one niggas + +[Hook] +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Roll up roll up Roll up roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll up +Who got more weed roll up +We got more weed roll upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tucked[Intro: Oj300] +Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt +Y'all know what that mean +Warheads in this bitch +Yeah, we back + +[Chorus: Oj300 & JI300] +.40 on me tucked, better be ready, give it up +Ask no question, I'ma bust +Yeah, you know what's up +SRT challenger, yeah, you know what's up +Left his ass dead, now they callin' us +Why they callin' us? We never gave a fuck +I pop a Perc', for my feelings I don't give a fuck +And when I let this .50 go, bitch, you better duck +I'ma chase you down, I'ma hit you up + +[Verse 1: Oj300 & JI300] +Bro gon' gun you down, bro gon' hit you up +Bro gon' lap around, bro don't give a fuck +I smoke him 'cause he dead, pour me up a cup +Now we out in traffic, catch him posted up +Ridin' in some' fast and it's tinted up +Comin' down ya block and we fifttеd it up +I let bro out and he hit the cut +With that .50 bеst believe he leave a massacre +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +It's a massacre, very scary sight +I told that bitch that I only want one night, high as a kite +Nigga get clapped tonight for thinkin' we fightin' +Flip the block, lost fifty twice +He bit the cheese like 6ix9ine, he a mice +If you fuck up once, I ain't lettin' you fuck up twice +And I'ma give you advice, this street shit ain't right +I'ma tell you only one time, this shit ain't right + +[Chorus: Oj300 & JI300] +.40 on me tucked, better be ready, give it up +Ask no question, I'ma bust +Yeah, you know what's up +SRT challenger, yeah, you know what's up +Left his ass dead, now they callin' us +Why they callin' us? We never gave a fuck +I pop a Perc', for my feelings I don't give a fuck +And when I let this .50 go, bitch, you better duck +I'ma chase you down, I'ma hit you up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What It Do[Intro: Fredo Santana] +What it do? What it do? +What it do, what it do? (Squad) +What it do? +What it do, what it do? +Fuck niggas, fuck niggas, fuck +What, what? + +[Chorus: Fredo Santana] +Got Xanax and lean for the whole damn crew (What?) +Got a thirty Ruger shot for my motherfuckin' tool (Bang, bang) +Brand new chopper and that bitch shoot smooth (Grra, grra) +Got a hundred niggas with me and they all gon' shoot (What?) +What it do? (Damn) +What it do? What it do? (Smoking that gas) +Heard that it's a problem, you wanna make the news? (Make the news) +What it do? What it do? (Do) +Chasing all this money, I ain't worried 'bout you + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Aye, Fredo what it do? +I ain't gonna say too much +But you know I miss you, fool +For you we act a fool +For you I pack a tool +Got that call about you and you know I lost my cool +Sosa miss you too, Caper, all us miss you, fool +I remember we ain't had shit, fucked up don't know what to do +Every time I'm out in Cali, boy I always hit you +Now I don't know what to do +Now I don't know what to do +[Chorus: Fredo Santana] +Got Xanax and lean for the whole damn crew (What?) +Got a thirty Ruger shot for my motherfuckin' tool (Bang, bang) +Brand new chopper and that bitch shoot smooth (Grra, grra) +Got a hundred niggas with me and they all gon' shoot (What?) +What it do? (Damn) +What it do? What it do? (Smoking that gas) +Heard that it's a problem, you wanna make the news? (Make the news) +What it do? What it do? (Do) +Chasing all this money, I ain't worried 'bout you + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +What it do? (What it do?) +What it do? +I'ma continue chasing money, can't forget about that, too +All this shit we learned on our own, man +We ain't get it from no nigga +Y'all been my niggas since lil' niggas +I can't forget about my niggas +Why would I switch on my niggas? +Why would I quit on my niggas? +I cannot quit on my niggas +I'm yelling, "Fuck all these niggas" + +[Chorus: Fredo Santana] +Got Xanax and lean for the whole damn crew (What?) +Got a thirty Ruger shot for my motherfuckin' tool (Bang, bang) +Brand new chopper and that bitch shoot smooth (Grra, grra) +Got a hundred niggas with me and they all gon' shoot (What?) +What it do? (Damn) +What it do? What it do? (Smoking that gas) +Heard that it's a problem, you wanna make the news? (Make the news) +What it do? What it do? (Do) +Chasing all this money, I ain't worried 'bout youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LudacrisMan down + +[Chorus] +This shit Ludacris +On the road with some bricks +Hop out shootin' shit +Pull up, pull up shootin’ shit +They don't know who this is +I could be anybody +Fuck around, catch a body +Robbin' is my hobby +Back then when Sosa had the Audi +Smoking so much loud, it’s cloudy +And me and Durk was on the block like shoppers +And back then we wasn't gettin' no munna +On the block, rest in peach J Munna +Better know it if you see me, it's a gun tucked +Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon up + +[Verse] +Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon up +Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon bust +Better know it if you see me it's a gun tucked +Better know it if you see me then they gon bust +Fuck around, young nigga, we gon fuck it up +Brand new check, I’ma fuck it up +Get the money back, I’ma double up +Two for ten on the dope, shop with us +Hypes say yo' dope ain’t strong enough +Say you gettin' money, but the shit ain't long enough +This another nigga bitch, she don't belong to us +I don’t know who she is +She could be anybody +Probably fucked her, probably (probably) +Fuck with niggas, hardly (hardly) +Most of these niggas sorry (sorry) +I don't fuck with niggas, they sorry (sorry) +When you see me, know I got it on me (on me) +That mean I ain't by my lonely (my lonely) +I was raised to get that money +You was raised to be a dummy (dummy) +These niggas is actin' funny (funny) +Get the money and stack it, dummy (dummy) +Get the money and stack it, dummy (dummy) +[Chorus] +This shit Ludacris +On the road with some bricks +Hop out shootin' shit +Pull up, pull up shootin' shit +They don't know who this is +I could be anybody +Fuck around, catch a body +Robbin' is my hobby +Back then when Sosa had the Audi +Smoking so much loud, it's cloudy +And me and Durk was on the block like shoppers +And back then we wasn't gettin' no munna +On the block, rest in peach J Munna +Better know it if you see me, it's a gun tucked +Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Seen or Saw (Remix)[Hook: Lil Reese] +I promise niggas bitches man, they gone tell it all +I promise to keep it real and still fuck with my dawgs +I always burn up, I can't change at all +I always burn up, i can't change at all +And when they switch up, I can't change at all +And when it go up, I don't know nothing, seen or saw +And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw +And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +I don't know nothing, seen or saw, Who talkin' to the law +Got a gun on me, don't test it +This bitch here it go off +Tryin' to stack my money up and buy a big ass crib +So I can build me a motherfuckin' golf, course +On the back of my shit, killas in the back of the whip +Flip by once, Flip by twice +I can't get no action for shit +Im'a go back to the script, and a nigga like me, me knowin' me +Im'a just stick to the script, im'a just stick to the script +Fuck a bitch and dip off the rip, R.I.P to my niggas not here +I'ma ride for my niggas that's here +War time with my niggas right here +It's going down with my niggas right here +[Hook: Lil Reese] +I promise niggas bitches man, they gone tell it all +I promise to keep it real and still fuck with my dawgs +I always burn up, I can't change at all +I always burn up, i can't change at all +And when they switch up, I can't change at all +And when it go up, I don't know nothing, seen or saw +And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw +And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw + +[Verse 2: Rick Ross] +Young nigga fuck what ya seen, now they say you a witness +Never speakin' no evil so I just pray for forgiveness +We may trip and may stumble but never fall in these trenches +Once you're labeled a snitch, you may get wiped on suspicion +Never stand on the same [?] exercise my potential +Miss me with them Twitter rants and come and get this extended +I'm mighty might, [?] +I be down at the lot, European four door +Infatuated by the tales of the older dope boys +Years later look at me, I'm on my fourteenth Rolls Royce +Fairy tales is what they call it, I can tell you what I got +I really came up from the bottom so I take it off the top + +[Hook: Lil Reese]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Small Talk[Chorus] +Small talk, save the convo +No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo +Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto +That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga +How the fuck you rockin' nigga? +You know how we rockin' nigga +I heard some funny shit about you +So I ain't fuckin' with you + +[Verse 1] +Fuck the small talk, let's get money +'Lot of my shooters, boy, they on dummy +'Lot of my niggas, boy, they on dummy +That's why I all I think about is money +Boy, I'ma get it +Fuck niggas if they ain't with it +All my niggas, yeah they been with it +Cause a lot of niggas really bitches +Ain't came up where I came from +That's like me forgetting where I came from +Rolled up, go back where I came from +I won't switch up on my day ones + +[Chorus] +Small talk, save the convo +No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo +Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto +That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga +How the fuck you rockin' nigga? +You know how we rockin' nigga +I heard some funny shit about you +So I ain't fuckin' with you +[Verse 2] +Know your role, no flexin' though +It's 300 just to let you know +With Lamron, they get everything whole +We erase a nigga just let you know +Chasing money, I ain't chasing hoes +24/7, yeah we on go +Yeah, we on go +Ain't playing roles +Niggas getting exposed +Most niggas hoe's +That's how it go +But I'm from the foe +I can't go, ask lil bro +He tote poles, we tote poles +He kick doors, we kick doors +On Lil Mo +Free Slick though +Homie ain't switch up for shit though +Fu niggas do fu shit though +Police grab me, what's this though? +Better know my mouth zipped though + +[Chorus] +Small talk, save the convo +No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo +Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto +That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga +How the fuck you rockin' nigga? +You know how we rockin' nigga +I heard some funny shit about you +So I ain't fuckin' with youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sacrifices[Intro] +I put my life on the line for these streets +When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach +Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep +Yeah, hey + +[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama] +I put my life on the line for these streets +When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach +Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep +When you have nothing at all, I let you eat +How you gon' say that you ain't never need us? +How you gon' change up on us with no reasons? +My brothers ain't the same, man I need 'em +This Bloodas shit forever, I can't leave them + +[Verse 1: Lil Zay Osama] +We lost some brothers to the streets, 'member nights I couldn't sleep +'Member nights I let you in, and I ain't ask my OG +Nigga, I fed you, them niggas scared you +You came running to my crib for a pole, and I ain't trip, I sparred you +I wasn't out here just for me, I ride foreigns to get flee +Snatch and running out of stores, using steamers from the T +Me and Skud from the mud, he don't keep secrets from me +All them goals, I sacrificed my life for us to get some heat +I put my life on the line too many times +I went to jail, my [?], he dropped a dime +You take down me, I took you back too many times +When you ain't got no one to call, don't hit my line +[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama] +I put my life on the line for these streets +When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach +Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep +When you have nothing at all, I let you eat +How you gon' say that you ain't never need us? +How you gon' change up on us with no reasons? +My brothers ain't the same, man I need 'em +This Bloodas shit forever, I can't leave them + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +I don't fuck around in these streets +I don't fuck around in these streets +I don't fuck around in these streets, cause you know me +I don't fuck around in these streets, you know me +Running 'round in these streets (You know me) +You know me, I be running around in these streets +Still riding around, totin' heat +I don't fuck around in these streets +Came from the Jungle, so I be low-key +Niggas too police, watch how I be (Watch how I be) +When you don't see me (When you don't see me) +I'm still doin' me (I'm still doin' me) That's how I be +Tell my brothers watch over me, you know how I be +I don't fuck with a nigga if they don't fuck with me +Snake shit, boy, yeah I could see +How you change up me and blame me? +You changed up on me, and blamed me +Never been a goofy, nah that ain't me +Too many sacrifices in these streets +Niggas out here lost, thinking shit sweet +These the streets, ain't shit sweet +One call away when you need me +Acting like you ain't never had to call up me +[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama] +I put my life on the line for these streets +When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach +Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep +When you have nothing at all, I let you eat +How you gon' say that you ain't never need us? +How you gon' change up on us with no reasons? +My brothers ain't the same, man I need 'em +This Bloodas shit forever, I can't leave themEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +However[Intro] +How you want it anytime any place man +Just let me know huh huh +Huh huh that nigga don’t know +I said let nigga know some +That nigga know some + +[Hook] +Anytime any place however you want it (want it) +Call the killers now push up on it (push up on it) +Call my killers now push up on it +Anytime any place however you want it (want it) +However you want it however you want it +However you want it however you want it +Anytime any place i said however you want it +Anytime any place i said however you want it +However you want it however you want it +However you want it however you want it +Anytime any place however you want it (want it) + +[Verse 1] +Call my killers from the lamb let them get up on it +How you want it (how you want it) tell me how you +Want it how you want it I really pull up on you get +Up on it (get up on it) catch a nigga snoozing now +Watch me get up on it though I need some nigga +I don’t want it I don’t need nothin nigga I don’t +Want it (I don’t want it) how my homies pull up +With 30 packets now you need 30 doctors that’s +30 shots Wayne Vix Mad Max now all this ain’t +No movie but we go like that I said we know this +Ain’t no movie but we go like that +[Hook] +Anytime any place however you want it (want it) +Call the killers now push up on it (push up on it) +Call my killers now push up on it +Anytime any place however you want it (want it) +However you want it however you want it +However you want it however you want it +Anytime any place i said however you want it +Anytime any place i said however you want it +However you want it however you want it +However you want it however you want it +Anytime any place however you want it (want it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fired Up(Intro) +Fired up, fired up, fired up +Fired up, fired up + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Send me a pic, stupid bitch, so I can see what I miss +And when I up this bitch and shoot, I ain't gon' miss +Like a jump shot and that, nothin' but swish +These niggas faker than these bitches, I don't take a risk +You met that bitch the first day, and you gave her a kiss +Ain't no tellin' where her mouth been, probably on dick +Seen that nigga in the hood, he jumped right on my dick +Now I can't say you out here, boy, you ain't with the shits +Got young niggas, young niggas that will up and shit +Niggas get to duckin', niggas get to flinchin' and shit +Niggas really ain't your mans, he on that frenemy shit +Hangin' with the opps, I ain't with that friendly ass shit +And if it ain't about the money you can miss me with it +Off the drink, high'd up, and it's my party, don't come through +You might get, fired up +You might get, fired up +Dead opps up in the woods, fat woods, fired up +Fired up +Please don't come through my block you might get, fired up +Fired up +Please don't slide down my block you might get, fired up +Fired up, fired up, fired up +Dumb bitch all up on my line got me, fired up +Fired up, fired up, fired up +Please don't serve down my block you might get, fired up +Fired up +Ten grams up in a backwood watch my nigga, fire it up +Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up +(Outro) +You feel me? +Slide down my block shit get very dangerous +Shit get very scary +Make shit very scary +Foe nemEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dizzle Flex[Intro] +Free them guys, free them guys man (switch up) +Let's get it + +[Chorus] +I don't fuck with niggas, you don't see me with 'em, don't ask nigga +I get my shit, I'm cool nigga, I ain't gon' brag nigga +Stay with the shit, still to get up on your ass nigga +Everyday I wake up, my main focus is cash nigga +Can't be like that nigga, run around like he that nigga +Knowing damn well he ain't that nigga +If he getting money then flex nigga +Flex, flex, flex, then flex nigga + +[Verse] +I won't fuckin' stop until I get a jet nigga +Lookin' at my mans like where we at nigga +I popped a X nigga, I'm off a flat nigga +Floatin' I might take flight just like that jet nigga +And that bitch thought I was like her next nigga +Well I fucked her and passed her like the next nigga +Gettin' money all I know is fuckin' flex nigga +You want war, we want beef, what is that nigga? +Can't trust the police cause they ride around, they wack niggas +Got me thinking 24/7, stay strapped nigga +What the fuck is that, I thought they serve and protect niggas +I thought they serve and protect niggas +[Chorus] +I don't fuck with niggas, you don't see me with 'em, don't ask nigga +I get my shit, I'm cool nigga, I ain't gon' brag nigga +Stay with the shit, still to get up on your ass nigga +Everyday I wake up, my main focus is cash nigga +Can't be like that nigga, run around like he that nigga +Knowing damn well he ain't that nigga +If he getting money then flex nigga +Flex, flex, flex, then flex nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Depend on Me[Producer Tag] + +Zen Beats + +[Chorus] +I gotta depend on me +Can't ask bruh, that's me +That fame where I wanna be +I'ma do whatever for me, but I ain't fucked up in these streets +Gotta maintain, that's how I be +In my own lane, that's me +Keep a few niggas with me +No switchin' up, that's me +I don't know how you be +The bullshit they talkin, doesn't even come to my knee +I'm like a linebacker, don't run that shit by me +Where would I really be? +If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? +If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? +If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? +If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? +I gotta depend on me +I gotta depend on me + +[Verse] +How would it really be, if I ain't depend on me? +You only know what you done heard +That means you ain't really see (nah) +Tellin' stories like you was in the streets +In my Glory, got a big ass heat +With me (with me) +Right up on my seat (my seat) +And they'll ride, nigga with me +And they'll slide, nigga for me +I'm gettin' money, all I see, and these hoes fuckin' for free +And these hoes fuckin' for me, for me (for me) +Just spent a cool band on a sneaks (some sneaks) for me +Put on a show, show me you a freak (you a freak) +Show me what I need to see +Make me forget about these hoes +People tryna stress me in these streets +So I could show you how I'm comin' +So I could show you the real me +Sit back and count all this money +Sit back and kill all these beats +Sit back and kill all these beats +So I could show you how I'm comin' +Kill all these beats +[Chorus] +Can't ask bruh, that's me +That fame where I wanna be +I'ma do whatever for me, but I ain't fucked up in these streets +Gotta maintain, that's how I be +In my own lane, that's me +Keep a few niggas with me +No switchin' up, that's me +I don't know how you be +The bullshit they talkin, doesn't even come to my knee +I'm like a linebacker, don't run that shit by me +Where would I really be? +If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? +If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? +If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? +If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? +I gotta depend on me +I gotta depend on meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Problems[Intro] +Got 30 for these problems +These fucking niggas don’t know no problems +These fucking niggas don’t know no problems + +[Hook] +We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems +Heard that voice said he want this problems +He acting man that boy don’t want these problems +My niggas that run in and assault them +We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems +Heard that voice said he want this problems +He acting man that boy don’t want these problems +My niggas that run in and assault them + +[Verse 1] +Herad that boy said he want these problems +He acting man that boy don’t want these problems +And we robbers and we gobblers he acting +Man that boy don’t want these problems +It’s a problem and we going to solve start +Run but I know a fuck nigga that’s your problem +Too busy worrying about the money now the +Bitches they are the problem and when it’s war +Time that’s when we load up top for all them ops +Who claim they ops fuck nigga I got like a sweet +Then I go hard pull out with a mad phone nigga +We spray sparkles sparkles +[Hook] +We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems +Heard that voice said he want this problems +He acting man that boy don’t want these problems +My niggas that run in and assault them +We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems +Heard that voice said he want this problems +He acting man that boy don’t want these problems +My niggas that run in and assault themEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Throwin Sum[Intro] +It ain't nun +It ain't nun (they throwin' sum) +They throwin' sum (they throwin' sum) +It ain't nun (they throwin' sum) +They throwin' sum + +[Verse 1] +It ain't nun (it ain't nun) +They throwin' sum +All that talking man +I done heard too much +But that shit don't mean nothin' +Only my kids man +Yeah that shit that mean some +Got niggas actin' tough +Say they locked but he ain't did enough +Like you can't be touched +(What) Anybody can get touched + +[Hook] +FTT I might just wear +Fuck realtion, fuck the gear +It ain't a nigga that I fear +Must be drunk off that damn beer +Like the reggie ain't seen yeah +I don't give a fuck about what you hear +Better not tweak +Don't come near +Up that heat if you come near +[Bridge] +Since a lil one I've been like this +Then I make this shit again +Then when imma go for the win +Seen Fredo leave he ain't coming back again + +[Verse 2] +Seen too many leave +They ain't coming back again +Big guns like we in Pakistan +Heard he got booked why he out again +You speed to tell if a nigga ain't your mans +Gotta respect 'em +If you wanna win +Can't show nun but respect if you wanna win +Come through leave no witness +Seen sumn ain't of your business +You better not get in it +All my niggas with it +Make that call you finished +Tool in his mouth (in his mouth) +Like we the dentist (like we the dentist) +Why you think I'm in it +To fuckin' win it +We been on his ass +For a minute +[Outro] +(Tell that nigga stop it man. We been on his ass for like, a minute. Tell that for this nigga man, tell that bitchass nigga come outside man. Skrrt. Bop bow. Bitchass nigga. You know what the fuck it is man. Tell on david.)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sets Droppin[Hook] +Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin' +These niggas get to actin' +Watch my nigga get to poppin' +Get to poppin', my niggas get to poppin' +Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' +Sets droppin', sets droppin' +Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' +Sets droppin', sets droppin' +Sets droppin', sets droppin' + +[Verse 1] +A nigga trick with you, tell them act a fool, tell me what you gon' do +Go on, stand up be a pussy, nigga tell me what you gon' do +Bitch of course stand up nigga, tell me what u gon' do +Tuck u tellin' foe like a pussy nigga, man whats the use +Matter of fact, who is you +How you get up in this biz boy, you not with the 300 Crew +300 crew will blow at you +Free folks nem, move like them too +Can’t forget them, they was out here too +Fuck my bitch think I need two +Sets droppin' we pull up too +He gon' run and he is too +Play for keeps, not playin' with you +Got those bitches gon' spray you too +In this shit I’m stuck like glue +Rest in peace to Lil Mo too +You know I can’t forget my dude, and my other niggas too +L's +[Hook] +Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin' +These niggas get to actin' +Watch my nigga get to poppin' +Get to poppin', my niggas get to poppin' +Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' +Sets droppin', sets droppin' +Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' +Sets droppin', sets droppin' +Sets droppin', sets droppin' + +[Verse 2] +I want some white trues I’m tee'd up on my block +A lot of niggas, a lot of thots, but I just love selling rocks +I just pulled up in that drop, my youngin' got that mop +Tryin' to rob, you get shot, 300 greases too hot +We got glizzies and them FNs, but them bitches got mops +Niggas thinking they on something, they gon' end up on fox +I don’t fuck with no opps, cause they always droppin' +Got a new chop call it Young Chop cause it’s always choppin' +But that 4-5 knockin', ain’t no boxes that we rockin' +Cookin' game we the hottest, we just found out what you coppin' +Now we all in your closet, we want it all ain't no stoppin' +And we with that gang shit that’s why we always The topic +L's +[Hook] +Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin' +These nigga get to actin' +Watch my niggas get to poppin' +Get to poppin', my niggas get to poppin' +Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' +Sets droppin', sets droppin' +Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' +Sets droppin', sets droppin' +Sets droppin', sets droppin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Elementary[Chorus: Jusblow] +Been doing this shit since elementary +You ain't a ten year nigga then you ain't shit to me +I ain't yo homie I ain't yo bro you ain't kin to me +A lot of niggas they snake they call them frienemies +I be getting to the money man fuck my enemies +I only roll backwoods when I smoke my enemies +Stay busting off a flat, bitch I love that ecstasy +We been doing this shit since elementary + +[Verse 1] +300 +Just ask about me, bitch I'm really in the skreets (huh) +We been doing this shit since elementary (elementary bitch) +You ain't no fifteen year nigga you ain't shit to me (you ain't shit to me bitch) +Neck shot, headshot I leave his brains up in the skreets +Niggas be acting so crazy, although niggas ain't really so crazy +Who that lil bitch I then fucked yo o'lady +You don't work then yo dumb ass must be lazy +Rolling off 5th with bro nem we going crazy +All that hatin' shit that shit don't faze me +Fuck is you crazy her head amazing +But I would not chase bitch is so basic (huh) +And it's ten grams in the wood when I smoke my enemy (dead nigga) +All these niggas so fu, man I call 'em frienemies (fu nigga) +Who you, you just got up in the skreets (300) +Most niggas they bitches they ain't really in the skreets (nah) +[Chorus: Jusblow] +Been doing this shit since elementary +You ain't a ten year nigga then you ain't shit to me +I ain't yo homie I ain't yo bro you ain't kin to me +A lot of niggas they snake they call them frienemies +I be getting to the money man fuck my enemies +I only roll backwoods when I smoke my enemies +Stay busting off a flat, bitch I love that ecstasy +We been doing this shit since elementary + +[Verse 2: Jusblow] +Been toting that forty since I was a shorty +When I was fifteen had a clip that was twice my age +Had a different gun for a different day +Shoot his block up different ways +I'm 100 x 6 ain't switching ways +In a foreign with yo bitch u be switching lanes +Smoked a new pack yo homie got cooked today +Keep a backwood when I roll I stay off my enemies +Want a feature from blow it's gone be about a key +When I was down on my ass man you wasn't friends with me +One shot headshot took him out like Kennedy +Baby these niggas ain't crazy +30 on me like I was born in the 80's +Racks in my pocket I know that they hate it +Telling mama I know I'ma make it +Way I was raised, they know I was gone take it +Alot of these rappers they lying, they faking +Loving that bitch but to me she so basic +Black on black crime so my Glock is so racist +[Chorus: Jusblow] +Been doing this shit since elementary +You ain't a ten year nigga then you ain't shit to me +I ain't yo homie I ain't yo bro you ain't kin to me +A lot of niggas they snake they call them frienemies +I be getting to the money man fuck my enemies +I only roll backwoods when I smoke my enemies +Stay busting off a flat, bitch I love that ecstasy +We been doing this shit since elementaryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Letz Do A Drill[Chorus:] +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill + +[Verse 1:] +4 5 cocked back +Bullets flying like snapbacks +My niggas they round cats +Broski push his top back +That Irene that loud pack +Weed got my pockets fat +We posted up +We on that +We ridin' round, we getting that +Quick stain we hittin' that +64th and Normal be the block you can't miss that +Shooters we don't point +Bitch we ballin and we ain't miss shots +Fucked her, passed her to my dawgs +Whole team hit that +Little niggas they lying +They ain't drilling +They ain't shooting shit +Catch his ass lose a leg +Nike I'm the 30 back +Finna put my team on my back +I'm a running back +And I'll put my last up +That 300 ain't having that +We drilling shit +We drilling shit +Period +[Chorus :] +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill + +[Verse 2:] +Just lost Dart so you know I'm going ludacris +Everybody strapped and they thirsty just to drill some shit +White Remy +No chasing +That's how I'mma do this shit +Bankroll shorty and your bitches wanna do my dick +Playing both sides +That's a bitch, where they do that at? +Kenn on the beat +Man I told him how I kill this shit +Gotta get respect just to get it +I'mma take this shit +I'mma play my part +You gone talk just to fuck the bitch +Saying fuck Lil Reesy +His mind must be off the shit +I ain't gotta talk +Broski smoke him cuz he's easy shit +L's up for Lil Mo' +Disrespect it we a do you quick +300 the movement bitch +L's up +Period +[Chorus: ] +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Exhausted[Intro] +Are we fuckin' through it yet? +I'm exhausted +I didn't get in the crib 'til six in the mornin', man +Shit, I ain't even wake up 'til six in the afternoon, man +Perc had me high as fuck, man +Damn + +[Chorus] +That Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted +My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted +That loud got me exhausted, exhausted +Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted +That drink got me exhausted, exhausted +Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it +Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it +Exhausted, exhausted + +[Verse] +Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it, can't call it +All these hoes keep calling (Callin') they lost it, get off me (Get off me) +Young nigga, I been ballin' (Ballin'), fuck niggas think I lost it (Lost it) +Fifty block down, Halsted (Skrrt) +Swaggin' up, and I'm saucin' (Saucin') +High as fuck, I be off it (Off it) +Got some real brothers that'll off you (Off you) +Supreme hoodie, shirt Off-White (Off-White) +I remember back then, had to sell white (Sell White) +Just so a nigga could stay right (Stay right) +Exhausted early, it's still daylight (Daylight) +She only wanna come around for the hype (Hype) +Get head and put it out for the night +[Chorus] +That Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted +My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted +That loud got me exhausted, exhausted +Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted +That drink got me exhausted, exhausted +Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it +Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it +Exhausted, exhausted + +[Refrain] +Run up on me, best be cautious + +[Verse 2] +Run up on me, best be cautious +Blow that bitch, no conscience +Fuck twelve and fuck your honor +Snitch niggas'll put you under +That's why I don't fuck with none of 'em +On point like Russ with that thunder +High as fuck off of ganja +That Tooka just put me under +Shoot it us, we don't stop 'til you honor +Hit a nigga all in his stomach +Perc 30 turned me to a monster +Might whack a nigga at my concert +[Chorus] +Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted +My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted +That loud got me exhausted, exhausted +Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted +That drink got me exhausted, exhausted +Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it +Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it +Exhausted, exhaustedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kill Don’t Hurt[Intro] +Unh Unh Ohh yeah Ohh yeah +That's my word, that's my word, that's my word + +[Hook] +I say something, that's my word +Catch your ass, we gon do your ass the worst +Calboy pulled out, he thirst +If he look fishy, imma shoot first +Imma hit the fuck nigga really where it hurts +You ain't from it boy, I'm really from the dirt +When I was fucked up, probably hit you for the work +I ain't had shit, I really had to work +Put the police on me, but it didn't work +Then tried to go against me, it really won't work +Tried to go against us, it really won't work +Somebody getting hurt, you better think first +You better think first, like this ain't gon work +These guns kill , they don't hurt (that's on david, aye) +Now these guns kill, boy they don't hurt + +[Verse] +Stick to what I know, that's what I know +Most these niggas bitches, they gon fu +Reese boy I still ride around with that pole +In case these fuck niggas acting like they want smoke (let's go) +Act like you really about it, bitch you ain't gon blow +Nigga you know, that I know +All these dirty bitches, they gon go +Acting like you really about it, but you a hoe +Now we ain't putting in front, for these hoes (for them hoes) +Gotta get that money, I need them rolls +Man you different, You need them hoes +I was dolo ,since niggas don't know +Say they opps, they don't do shit, Cause them niggas they hoes +Ain't tell my telephone , they wanna see me fell off fool +Ain't gon go, I promise that's my word +Man that's my word +[Hook] +I say something, that's my word +Catch your ass, we gon do your ass the worst +Call boy pulled out, he thirst +If he look fishy, imma shoot first +Imma hit the fuck nigga really where it hurts +You ain't from it boy, I'm really from the dirt +When I was fucked up, probably hit you for the work +I ain't had shit, I really had to work +Put the police on me, but it didn't work +Then tried to go against me, it really won't work +Tried to go against us, it really won't work +Somebody getting hurt, you better think first +You better think first, like this ain't gon work +These guns kill , they don't hurt (that's on david, aye) +Now these guns kill, boy they don't hurtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Not Gone Play[Intro] +Chopsquad +Lil bro shot in the crowd +I think he painted a nigga +The nigga came through with the tape +I think he wasted a nigga +Damn +Hold up, ay + +[Chorus: Tee Grizzley] +I ain't gone play with you niggas +I ain't gone play with you niggas +I'm not gone play with you niggas +Ain't finna play with you niggas +You know the niggas that's dying +I know the niggas that did it +I know the niggas that's solid +You know the niggas that's snitching +I ain't gone play with you niggas +I'm not finna play with you niggas +I ain't bout to play with you niggas +I ain't gone play with you niggas +Them niggas got you with you pussy +These niggas I got with me with it +It ain't no point in you hiding +I want you, I'ma come get you +I ain't gone play with you niggas +[Verse: Tee Grizzley] +I ain't gone play with you niggas +You know not to play with me, nigga +You know I been waitin' on niggas +You know where I'm takin' it, nigga +You upped a hoe on the gram (I'm on it) +I hope you ain't takin' her serious +We see em, we takin' them bitches +Took me some molly and slayed me a nigga +You know Gang-Gang dropped him +You ain't gone do shit about it +I got that K in my closet +Niggas don't want no drama +Not finna play with nobody +Not finna sit in no County +Call up a good bail bondsman +Know he got money in property + +[Chorus: Tee Grizzley] +I ain't gone play with you niggas +I ain't gone play with you niggas +I'm not gone play with you niggas +Ain't finna play with you niggas +You know the niggas that's dying +I know the niggas that did it +I know the niggas that's solid +You know the niggas that's snitching +I ain't gone play with you niggas +I'm not finna play with you niggas +I ain't bout to play with you niggas +I ain't gone play with you niggas +Them niggas got you with you pussy +These niggas I got with me with it +It ain't no point in you hiding +I want you, I'ma come get you +I ain't gone play with you niggas +[Verse: Lil Reese] +Creep up and lay on a nigga +I ain't finna play with you niggas +Have lil bro nem sprayin' at niggas +Your best bet just keepin' your distance cause me and my niggas we stay with them pistols +See you with them niggas that's hiding and I'm with them niggas sliding and riding +And when it's that time to ride, them niggas ain't gone be nowhere by your side +Never had a 9 to 5, I always hustled and got on my grind +And when it come to mine, nigga ain't taking none of mine +I ain't finna play with you niggas, I'ma shoot this bitch like 100 times + +[Chorus: Tee Grizzley] +I ain't gone play with you niggas +I ain't gone play with you niggas +I'm not gone play with you niggas +Ain't finna play with you niggas +You know the niggas that's dying +I know the niggas that did it +I know the niggas that's solid +You know the niggas that's snitching +I ain't gone play with you niggas +I'm not finna play with you niggas +I ain't bout to play with you niggas +I ain't gone play with you niggas +Them niggas got you with you pussy +These niggas I got with me with it +It ain't no point in you hiding +I want you, I'ma come get you +I ain't gone play with you niggasEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crash[Intro: Don Q] +I smoke at least a zip before I, before I crash +Yeah, Don +I smoke at least a zip before I crash, before I crash +Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah) + +[Chorus: Don Q] +I smoke at least a zip before I crash +We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax +Runnin' up them things my only task +Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass +Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad +Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed +I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash +But I chose to work up off my clip into my craft + +[Verse 1: Don Q] +Thеse niggas greedy and envious +That's something I see from еxperience +I gotta compete through appearances +They thinking you weak when you generous +Can't no shit, can't blame with us +We gotta keep FN with us +Shit getting real tricky +We had just got to LA when they killed Nipsey +My body is still chilly +You can spread love and they still envy +Can't trust a soul, so no we ain't never friendly +You know we play with the drugs, know I ain't feel any, uh +I'm playin' with the drugs +Fuck the fame with the love +Hurricane in the club +I see hate in your blood +I see staines on the glove +Preachers because I got angels above, yeah +[Chorus: Don Q] +I smoke at least a zip before I crash +We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax +Runnin' up them things my only task +Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass +Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad +Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed +I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash +But I chose to work up off my clip into my craft + +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Everytime when I'm in the hood, 12 harassin' my ass +I want lots of cash +Ridin' around with the Glock, fuck a stash +12 get on me, high speed they ass +Going fast, na I ain't gon crash +Niggas police, I think they feds +You made your bed, lay in that bed +Niggas talkin' bout they really hate +That's old shit, we ain't going off that +That's some black and white, we got them facts +My nigga, what the fuck is that? +Knowing damb well I can't fuck with a rat +Knowing damb well it don't go like that +When I talk some shit, Imma speak the facts +Niggas out here on the corner with that +I need a lot of money for my daughters +That's facts +Rollin' up a lot of that exotic, back to back +Bitch we just smoke like so many zips +Brought like so many clips +In case a fuck nigga trip +[Chorus: Don Q] +I smoke at least a zip before I crash +We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax +Runnin' up them things my only task +Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass +Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad +Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed +I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash +But I chose to work up off my clip into my craftEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Welcome To the Get Back (Intro)Got my nigga Chase Davis on the beat +Welcome to the EP, feel me? +The Get-Back, Gang, you know? +I'm doin' this shit for my brothers +All my niggas I lost +My momma, my sisters, I'm doin' this shit for everybody +Can't forget nobody +I ain't leavin' nobody behind +But if you left me behind, that's on you +Or thought you left me behind, feel me? +The EP, The Get-Back, Gang +The Get-Back, Gang +The Get-Back, Gang +Get back, get back, get back, get back +Gang, gang, gangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Neck of da Woods[Intro] +Drum Dealers +All my niggas, we good +If it's an issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it +Don't do it +Spvnk on the beat, hahahaha + +[Chorus] +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it +In my neck of the woods they be up to no good +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could +I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good + +[Verse 1] +Think it's good? (Think it's good?) Think it's good? (It ain't good) +It ain't good (It ain't good), I'm too hood (I'm too hood) +In the streets (In these streets) niggas not (Niggas not) +In my pocket (In my pocket) that's a knot (That's a knot) +Fuck these hoes (Fuck these hoes), fuck these thots (Fuck these thots) +Gotta focus (Gotta focus) on the guap (On the guap) +Where you been? I ain't seen you on the block +Is they fans? I don't know, or they opps +[Chorus] +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it +In my neck of the woods they be up to no good +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could +I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good + +[Verse 2] +A nigga got killed on the nine, what happened? +That's them goofy ass opps, they be out there just cappin' +And me, I be snappin', gettin' to it and trappin' +They better not think it's that like they can't get caught in traffic +Like we don't love that gun play, on my grandma, they cappin' +The bitch took off her clothes without me havin' to ask her +I was playin' with them rolls, I was, totin' the poles +I was fuckin' them hoes, gettin' money, that's all I know + +[Chorus] +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it +In my neck of the woods they be up to no good +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could +I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Flex[Chorus] +Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') +When you hot, all them hoes want somethin' +Flex (Flex, flex), get that check (Get that check) +Flex (Flex, flex), might fuck up my TEC (Might fuck up my TEC) +Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') +When you hot, all them hoes want somethin' +Flex (Flex, flex, flex, flex), get that check (Get that check) +Flex (Flex), might fuck up that TEC (Might fuck up that TEC) + +[Verse] +Back then a nigga ain't had none, boy, I come from nothin' (I come from nothin') +Hit a nigga in the head or the arm or the leg if he think we bluffin' (If he think we bluffin') +Doubted me for the last time, well, lil' bitch, I'ma show you somethin' (I'ma show you somethin') +I count about my long, no fake friends, no nothin' (No nothin') +When the shit get tough, when the shit get rough, who gon' be there for you? (Who gon' be there for you?) +Who gon' watch your back? I'm speakin' facts, who gon' be there for you? (Who gon' be there for you?) +Kill 'em, quick-fast in a hurry (In a hurry) +Drop thirty on a nigga like Curry (Like Curry) +If you think I'm sweet, show no mercy (Show no mercy) +Hit a lick, I mighta been thirsty (Thirsty) +'Cause, you know, back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') +Bust some shells so we kept a nigga runnin' (Runnin') +Turned nothin' to somethin' (To somethin') +Hit a nigga in the dice game for forty thou' like it ain't nothin' +[Chorus] +Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') +When you hot, all them hoes want somethin' +Flex (Flex, flex), get that check (Get that check) +Flex (Flex, flex), might fuck up my TEC (Might fuck up my TEC) +Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') +When you hot, all them hoes want somethin' +Flex (Flex, flex, flex, flex), get that check (Get that check) +Flex (Flex), might fuck up that TEC (Might fuck up that TEC)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +L’s Bitch[Intro Talking: Lil Reese and Lil Durk] + +Johnnyjuliano.com +Say Reese, whats crackin broski? What is is B? +And tell these niggas how u finna get up on this track +Bang Bang Stupid Lamron the Movement, Man what's really good? +R.I.P Moski Broski niggas already know what it is man +220 300 shit man ya dig L’s crazy you bitch + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Reese Money over hitta Lamron killas in the whip +Spitting Game to ya main bitch yeah im all in her ear +Swag jumpin out the gym so you know I got hella gear +And if that nigga talking slick go grab the 40 knock his brim +And that bitch know we be ballin Lamron Thuggin over here +Shooting bangers every angle yeah you know my shit is pure +R.I.P to Moski Broski folks ain't even see us here +Sold out cuz imma boss and just like he was here +Fifty of that kushy kushy Mary Jane im lookin where? +You should call yourself LeBron James cause it just ain't ya year +Try to play me like a stain my chain is like a chandelier +Two up in his face rearranged his fucking whole appeal + +[Dialogue: Lil Reese & Lil Durk] +Johnnyjuliano.com +And Durk man how you finna do this shit man +You gotta do that shit like I just did +I ain’t even going to lie to you broski I gotta do it on some 300 shit +300 Man straight 300 man we real 300 real nigga shit +It's only one way to do it man BBG 220 shit ya dig +220 shit man reall nigga shit man L's Bitch (echo) +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Nigga yeah I heard of him word around I be that man +BBG 220 shit keep the green like Peter Pan +Hate it when I reap the land Flyer than an eagle's span +Keep the rims on daily inch, keep the regal aiming 10 +Reese Money ride with me don't no groupies ride with me +All the roofies tired of me cuz I dont let them ride wit me +This money boy I gotta see you ain't seen what I done seen +Police try to beat on me beamer black like Rodney King +Swagger on now we the best fuck wit me i'll leave em left +They said that I stole his life so his people call me death +Can't jack im 079 burden law upon the grind +And my nigga Pooh Pooh repping that 069 Bitch! +Johnnyjuliano.comEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Team ( Supa Savage )( Hook ) +Who got that drink, I need that drink (that drink) +Who got that smoke, I need that stink (that stink) +Oh that's your bitch? That girl fucking the team (the team) +Oh that's your girl? That bitch fucking the team (the whole team) (X2) + +( Verse 1 ) +Who got that drink, who got that drink? +That shit that you stir up and it turn pink +I'm on my block and bitch I do my thing +Catch a opp in traffic we gone do our thing +Catch me off in traffic bitch I got that nen, that dean +Pull up on your block fucking lay the scene +Pull up on your block and make a bitch sing +300 shit and OTF, bitch thats the team, what you mean? +Hit a nigga with the macs, we don't really give a fuck +We out here on the grind and we'll stick yo' ass up +Your ass a stain boy, you ain't nothing to us +You might as well give it up when we running up + +( Hook ) + +( Verse 2 ) +Ride around with 30's, them my favorite things +Fuck that drink we out here and we ain't playing the same +Better make it count, don't shoot if you ain't got aim +My niggas on your ass and best believe they got aim +We ain't playing fair, that mean that ain't the same +Different leader, different league, that's a different gang +OTF and 300 that's what I claim +GBE and 300 that's what I claim, you a lame +Get banged, where I'm from we got aim +Shoot a nigga with that thing and run up in his thing +You a stain, my niggas they no fucking lames +We don't play no games, we only aim for the brain +( Hook )1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let’s Do A Drill (Remix)[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +4 5 cocked back +Bullets flying like snapbacks +My niggas they round cats +Broski push his top back +That Irene that loud pack +Weed got my pockets fat +We posted up +We on that +We ridin' round, we getting that +Quick stain we hittin' that +64th and Normal be the block you can't miss that +Shooters we don't point +Bitch we ballin and we ain't miss shots +Fucked her, passed her to my dawgs +Whole team hit that +Little niggas they lying +They ain't drilling +They ain't shooting shit +Catch his ass lose a leg +Nike I'm the 30 back +Finna put my team on my back +I'm a running back +And I'll put my last up +That 300 ain't having that +We drilling shit +We drilling shit +Period +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Lil Durk, why these niggas despret? +Back to put them in a strecher +I gotta [?] +[?] bullets [?] +Watch the chains look like a freezer +Your bitch gone, she an eater +[?] diva [?] +[?] +Kush so strong [?] +Do a drill, I call up Reese +300 we hit a [?] +Killing shit, drilling shit, if you saying you with the shit +Killing shit, with the shit, I'm in this shit +Lamron, crazy bitch, tryna put the team on +Dropping bombs on the opps, [?] +30 from a block away, tryna [?] hoe +[?] +I'm killing shit, I'm killing shit +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill +Let's do a drill +Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +OutroWrap this shit up +The GetBackGang +GetBackGang shit, you know how we rockin' +Y'all know how we comin', man +Just, shit, been pushin' myself to go a little harder, you feel me? +I been in the streets +I can't relate to a lot of niggas +Feel me? +Lost a lot of niggas to this street shit +Got to get that get-back, no matter what the situation is +That get-back, be the best part about everything +I love me some get-back +When a nigga think it's over with, and you come right back (haha) +That's that fuckin' get-back for him, man +GetBack, GANG!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thats that shit we on (Lil reese verse only)Lil Reese verse: + +300 shit i'm with that shit thats that shit we on if you nah really with that shit get the fuck gone +My youngins boss crowns, my youngins at your door, home invasion hitting liks we been in your home +Nah Thats that shit we on, nah Thats that shit we on, only thing i blow is loud bitch i love strong +Your bitch she give me dong, your bitch she give me dong,300 shit i'm with the shit and i get you gone +And you wanna see that holmes, 300 yeah that my homies, i'm walking on the block with this fucking crown +Crown. on the block shooting dice (?) +And is that maffia shit we sin it thats that shit we onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trip[Intro: Lil Reese] +Cash Money AP +Shit +I couldn't even fuck these hoes +[Unknown] +I ain't had the rolls, I ain't had shit +I ain't had the rolls + +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +I remember niggas had it, I ain't had shit (I ain't had shit) +Couldn't even fuck these hoes, couldn't even hit a bitch (hit a bitch) +But that's just how it goes, so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip) +I had to make it back so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip) +Took a trip to Arizona had to take a trip (had to take a trip) +Took a trip to Cali had to make a trip (had to make a trip) +Made my money back, double double, made it flip (flip!) +Made my money back, triple triple, made it flip (flip!) + +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Fuck that bitch kickеd her out over herе +All my niggas gon' ride over here +That's a hundred shots, fired over here (brrap!) +Out south everyday, outside over here +I be with my kind (my kind!) +We don't tote nines (nah!) +Extendo that's my kind +Since I fucked her she said I been on her mind +Yeah we still on our grind +Killing these niggas tryna take my shine +Bust a lick, make a move, now we out of town +I'ma make a lotta money bitch that's on my mind (my mind) +All that fu shit, miss me, ain't got time (nah!) +Shoutout to the real niggas who ain't [unknown] just did they time (they time) +I knew a lot of niggas that switched up actin' like they bang +Okay that's cool, that's fine (that's fine) +[unknown] that'll drop a dime (snitch) +They gone switch up for the fame (fame) +See a dollar switch up every time (every time) +[Chorus: Lil Reese] +I remember niggas had it, I ain't had shit (I ain't had shit) +Couldn't even fuck these hoes, couldn't even hit a bitch (hit a bitch) +But that's just how it goes, so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip) +I had to make it back so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip) +Took a trip to Arizona had to take a trip (had to take a trip) +Took a trip to Cali had to make a trip (had to make a trip) +Made my money back, double double, made it flip (flip!) +Made my money back, triple triple, made it flip (flip!)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kids In The Ghetto[Intro] +Since a kid in the ghetto +I don't care about that +That's a well-known fact, That's a well-known fact +If you're a fucking rat, don't talk to me +Even if I know you since a kid in the ghetto +I don't care about that +That's a well-known fact, That's a well-known fact +Alright + +[Hook] +Goofy stop playing, you gon get your dumbass stretched +It's too much acting, I ain't with that, leave your dumbass stretched +She off X, make her give me neck, fuck that sex +Fuck that sex, I want neck, while counting up a check +My bro in line, bitch he say he next +Talks they facts, I don't fuck with a rat +Even if you know us since kids in the ghetto, I don't care about that +That's a well-known fact, nigga +That's a well-known fact + +[Verse] +Where you from, you don't get respect +Where I'm from, bitch I got too much respect +Ride down the block, put the shit on flet +I was shooting 2-2-3, that bitch was big as shit +That's how I mess, shorty all on my face +Trynna give me a kiss, but I don't kiss on a bitch +We kick doors, we hit licks +If i'm on my last, I don't ask for shit +Imma get it out the mood, that's how I get +Ain't see em in two years, and I still ain't switch +Heard a lot of niggas talkin, and I still ain’t hear shit +Put my trust in me, cause I’m as real as it gets +He look like he be talkin, he might tell on some shit +12 hit the spot, he was out so quick +Real Nigga and a snitch, nah that shit don’t mix +But nowadays they actin like that shit exist +Might take me a flight, don't come back for shit +You know i'm landing out with a band dip +Still with my niggas 4-4 across the town +I'm trynna win the trip +[Hook] +Goofy stop playing, you gon get your dumbass stretched +It's too much acting, I ain't with that, leave your dumbass stretched +She off X, make her give me neck, fuck that sex +Fuck that sex, I want neck, while counting up a check +My bro in line, bitch he say he next +Talks they facts, I don't fuck with a rat +Even if you know us since kids in the ghetto, I don't care about that +That's a well-known fact, nigga +That's a well-known fact1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Gucci Gang[Intro] +Yuh, ooh, brr, brr +Gucci gang, ooh +(That's it right there, Gnealz) +Yuh, Lil Pump, yuh +Gucci gang, ooh +(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat) +Yuh, brr + +[Chorus] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Ooh) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr, yuh) +I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh) +Rather go and buy Balmains (Brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +[Verse] +My lean cost more than your rent, ooh (It do) +Your momma still live in a tent, yuh (Brr) +Still slangin' dope in the 'jects, huh? (Yeah) +Me and my grandma take meds, ooh (Huh?) +None of this shit be new to me (Nope) +Fuckin' my teacher, call it tutoring (Yuh) +Bought some Red Bottoms, cost hella G's (Huh?) +Fuck your airline, fuck your company (Fuck it!) +Bitch, your breath smell like some cigarettes (Cigarettes) +I'd rather fuck a bitch from the projects (Yuh) +They kicked me out the plane off a Percocet (Brr) +Now Lil Pump flyin' private jet (Yuh) +Everybody scream, "Fuck WestJet" (Fuck 'em) +Lil Pump still sell that meth (Yuh) +Hunnid on my wrist, sippin' on Tech (Brr) +Fuck a lil' bitch, make her pussy wet (What?) + +[Chorus] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Yuh) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr) +I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Huh?) +Rather go and buy Balmains (Yuh) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Huh?) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang234EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +D Rose[Intro] +Lil Pump, D. Rose, ooh +Hundred on my wrist (Lil Pump) +Eighty on my wrist (Ooh, D. Rose) +Ayy, ayy (D. Rose), ayy, ayy, ayy + +[Chorus] +Hundred on my wrist, eighty on my wrist (What?) +Hundred on my wrist, eighty on my wrist (Brr) +Hundred on my wrist, eighty on my wrist (Ooh) +Hundred on my wrist, eighty on my wrist +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +Eighty on my wrist, hundred on my wrist (Ooh, what?) +Eighty on my wrist, hundred on my wrist (Brr, ooh) +Eighty on my wrist, hundred on my wrist (What? Ayy) +Eighty on my wrist, hundred on my wrist (Ooh) +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose + +[Verse] +Hundred on my wrist, bitch, I'm feelin' like D. Rose +Pop four Xans, now I'm feelin' like a hero (Superman) +Lean got me like Rio (Rio) +And my auntie on P.O. (P.O.) +Hundred on my wrist, eighty on a brick +Lil Pump never spend his money on a bitch (Never) +Never trust a nigga, 'cause he actin' like a bitch (Ooh) +Take a nigga bitch to the Motel 6 (Brr) +I just broke my wrist, 'cause I'm whippin' in the kitchen (Yoop) +Pass a brick to my mom, and I told her whip it (Whip) +Four bands in the kitchen (Ayy) +Nine bands in the kitchen (Ayy) +I just fucked your bitch (What?) +I just broke my wrist (Okay) +I just fucked your bitch (Ooh) +I just fucked your bitch (Ok-) +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +[Chorus] +Eighty on my wrist, hundred on my wrist (Ooh, what?) +Eighty on my wrist, hundred on my wrist (Brr, ooh) +Eighty on my wrist, hundred on my wrist (What? Ayy) +Eighty on my wrist, hundred on my wrist (Ooh) +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (And my auntie on P.O.)51EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +ESSKEETIT[Intro] +CB on the beat +Only wear designer, esskeetit +Ooh, Lil Pump +Yeah, yeah, ooh, brrt +Wow, ooh, wow (Yeah) +Yeah, ooh (Ooh) + +[Chorus] +Only wear designer, esskeetit (Ooh) +Hoppin' out the Wraith, esskeetit (Esskeetit) +Smashin' on your bitch, esskeetit (Ooh) +Runnin' up a check with no limit (Chyeah) +Poppin' on X, poppin' on X (Brrt), poppin' on X, pills (Chyeah, X) +Got a new car, got a new bitch (Ooh, chyeah) +And I got a new deal (Ooh) +Only wear designer, esskeetit (Esskeetit) +Hoppin' out the Wraith, esskeetit (Ooh) +Smashin' on your bitch, esskeetit (Esskeetit) +Runnin' up a check with no limit (Ooh) +Poppin' on X, poppin' on X, poppin' on X, pills (Poppin' on X) +Got a new car, got a new bitch (Chyeah) +And I got a new deal (Yuh) + +[Verse 1] +Pull up to the crib like, "What up, bitch?" (Ooh) +Got a penthouse sittin' on my wrist (Brrt) +And my grandma sippin' on Actavis (Act') +Got a lot of ice, and I'm cold as shit +And these bitches love to talk a lot (Ooh) +Pull out the Porsche out the car garage (Brrt) +And I ain't never had a job (Nah) +I'm high as fuck, took a trip to Mars (Goddamn) +Ice on ice on ice (Ice) +Took a private jet to Dubai (Ooh) +Bitch, you better buy your own flight +Bust down smack with no light (Yeah) +And she show titties on Skype, yeah (Ooh) +Smoke quarter pound to the face, esskeetit +Everything that you done did, I done did it +Pockets on swole like it's 24 Fitness (Chyeah) +800 bands just layin' in the kitchen (Goddamn) +[Chorus] +Only wear designer, esskeetit (Ooh) +Hoppin' out the Wraith, esskeetit (Brrt, esskeetit) +Smashin' on your bitch, esskeetit (Chyeah, ooh) +Runnin' up a check with no limit (Chyeah) +Poppin' on X, poppin' on X (Brrt), poppin' on X, pills (Chyeah, X) +Got a new car, got a new bitch (Ooh, chyeah) +And I got a new deal (Ooh) +Only wear designer, esskeetit (Esskeetit) +Hoppin' out the Wraith, esskeetit (Ooh) +Smashin' on your bitch, esskeetit (Esskeetit) +Runnin' up a check with no limit (Ooh) +Poppin' on X, poppin' on X, poppin' on X, pills (Poppin' on X) +Got a new car, got a new bitch +And I got a new deal (Brrt, yuh) + +[Verse 2] +Pinkie ring froze (Pinky ring), pinkie ring froze +Pinkie ring covered in gold (Ooh) +Too much diamonds on my neck, think I might choke (Chyeah) +Had a threesome with your bitch with my eyes closed (Damn) +Tell my side ho bring it through the back door (Brrt) +Oh, I got 80,000 in my envelope (Ooh) +I just got a "Gucci Gang" medal though (Chyeah) +Damn, I got some homies that went federal (Ooh) +Look at my two-tone Patek (Wow) +I smash a ho then forget +I got a fridge on my neck (Yeah) +I'm smokin' gas on a jet (Huh?) +Ooh, I just love to flex (Brrt, chyeah) +Blew out two million at Tootsie's (Ooh) +I made your auntie a groupie (Yeah) +And you know my life a movie (Huh? Ooh) +I got sticks like Call of Duty (Ooh, yeah) +[Chorus] +Only wear designer, esskeetit (Ooh) +Hoppin' out the Wraith, esskeetit (Brrt, esskeetit) +Smashin' on your bitch, esskeetit (Chyeah, ooh) +Runnin' up a check with no limit (Chyeah) +Poppin' on X, poppin' on X (Brrt), poppin' on X, pills (Chyeah, X) +Got a new car, got a new bitch (Ooh, chyeah) +And I got a new deal (Brrt, ooh) +Only wear designer, esskeetit (Esskeetit) +Hoppin' out the Wraith, esskeetit (Ooh) +Smashin' on your bitch, esskeetit (Esskeetit) +Runnin' up a check with no limit (Ooh) +Poppin' on X, poppin' on X, poppin' on X, pills (Poppin' on X) +Got a new car, got a new bitch +And I got a new deal (Brrt) + +[Outro] +Ooh, only wear designer, esskeetit (Esskeetit) +Hoppin' out the Wraith, esskeetit (Ooh) +Smashin' on your bitch, esskeetit (Esskeetit) +Runnin' up a check with no limit (Ooh) +Poppin' on X, poppin' on X, poppin' on X, pills (Poppin' on X) +Got a new car, got a new bitch +And I got a new deal (Brrt)79EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boss[Intro] +Diablo murder +Ooh, yeah, Lil Pump, yeah + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah + +[Post-Chorus] +Walk in the trap like a boss (Ooh) +Walk in the trap like a boss (Brr) +Walk in the trap like a boss (Ooh) +Walk in the trap like a boss (Trap) +Yeah, I came in with the sauce (Ooh) +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh + +[Verse] +Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh +Fuck a nigga bitch, don't care, damn +Throwing up racks in the air, damn +Told a bitch, "Lil Pump, yeah", ooh +Damn, I just broke my wrist +Hundred on my wrist, can't tell me shit +Pop four Xans then I fuck a nigga's bitch +Never went to school 'cause I was always flippin' bricks, ayy +Yeah, I came up with the sauce, damn +Yeah, I sold crack in the halls, damn +Lil Pump is on top, damn +Gave my mom two Glocks, damn +Everybody do wanna be me +Lookin' at my neck and it's Fiji, ooh, damn +Everybody do wanna be me +Lookin' at my neck and it's Fiji, ooh +[Chorus] +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah +Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah51EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Flex Like Ouu[Intro] +Ooh, ooh +Lil Pump +Ayy, ayy, ayy +Oh my God, Ronny + +[Chorus] +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Maison Margiela all over my shoe +Maison Margiela all over my shoe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Maison Margiela all over my shoe + +[Verse] +Made a couple bands in the kitchen (Kitchen) +Made a couple bands water whippin' (Brrr) +Take a nigga bitch, go missing, ouu +Bitch, I ball like a piston, ouu +Bitch, I flex, Ric Flair, damn +All they do is stare, ouu +Lil Pump really don't care, no +Told a bih "Lil Pump, yeah, ouu" +Everybody know I'm up next, yeah +Everybody know I flex, ouu +I run through these checks, ouu +I flex on my ex, ouu +Left four bands in the trap (Trap) +Left four bands in the trap (Four) +Smokin' on loud pack ,ouu (Brr) +Smokin' on loud pack, ouu +[Chorus] +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Maison Margiela all over my shoe +Maison Margiela all over my shoe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Maison Margiela all over my shoe44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Molly[Intro: Lil Pump] +Huh +Ooh, Bi-Big Head on the beat +Ayy, Lil Pump +Ronny J on the beat, bitch +Lil Pump, ayy + +[Chorus] +I got designer from head to my toe +I'm on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke +I got Givenchy all over my coat +I'm off that X, and I just poured a four +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean + +[Verse] +Lil Pump, rich, he finna get richer +I pop a bean, then fuck on your sister +Nut on her lip, and then you gon' kiss her +Ice on my neck, it lookin' like glitter (brr, brr) +I got designer from head to my feet (ooh) +I pop a X, so you know I be geeked (damn) +Rockin' Balmains and they all on my jeans (ooh) +I'm off the Xans, and I pour me some lean (Lil Pump) +I sell your mama some crack, she a fiend (huh?) +I crash the Porsche and I just left the scene (brr) +Drippin' designer, Burberry my sweater +Lil Pump pulled up, he changin' the weather (brr, brr) +I pop a molly, I pop a bean +I fuck your bitch 'cause she down for the team +Jump in a car and hit you with the beam (huh?) +I chug a pint and I just go to sleep +[Chorus] +I got designer from head to my toe +I'm on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke +I got Givenchy all over my coat +I'm off that X, and I just poured a four +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I got designer from head to my toe +I'm on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke +I got Givenchy all over my coat +I'm off that X, and I just poured a four +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean40EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Pump[Intro] +Mama told me Lil Pump won't be shit (I won't be shit) +I told lil' bitch I could move these bricks (Could move these bricks) +I got a big .30 and I got these clips (I got these clips) +All I gotta do is just drill shit, ayy +Richy Samo +Brr, gang, gang +Ch-ch-pew, ch-ch-pew, ch-ch-baow +Brr, brr, gang, brr, gang, brr, gang, brr, gang + +[Verse 1] +Mama told me Lil Pump won't be shit (I won't be shit) +I told lil' bitch I could move these bricks (Could move these bricks) +I got a big .30 and I got these clips (I got these clips) +All I gotta do is just drill shit, ayy + +[Chorus] +Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah +Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah +Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin' (You be flexin') +AR-15 with Smith & Wesson (Smith & Wesson) +Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah +Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah +Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin' (You be flexin') +God told me Lil Pump a blessin' (You a blessin') +[Verse 2] +Lil Pump, boy, you know you a blessin', ayy (You a blessin', ooh) +Once I hit you with that .30, it teach you a lesson, ayy (It teach you a lesson, ayy) +Bitch, one day I went to fuckin' church (Went to fuckin' church) +Pastor told me, ''Boy, you off the purp'' (God damn) +He told the same thing to my nigga Smokepurpp (He did) +Pull up to the scene, skrrt off in a Lambo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +I was born and raised in the fuckin' bando (In the bando) +Since the third grade, I been had commando (Brraow, brraow) +Ooh (Yah) + +[Chorus] +Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah +Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah +Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin' (You be flexin') +AR-15 with Smith & Wesson (Smith & Wesson) +Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ooh22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drug Addicts[Intro] +Mmm, ayy, what's up? +(Me and Dee Money want millions) +Everybody in my gang is drug addicts +Chyeah, ooh, ooh (Brrt) +Chyeah, chyeah +(Baby) Ooh + +[Chorus] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Ooh, chyeah) +Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (Forgot what happened) +I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (Ooh, I got a habit) +Swear to God, you can't be on my status, ho (I swear to God) +Start the day off with a pint (Yeah, brrt-brrt) +I'ma show you how to live life (Chyeah, ooh) +Take a lot of drugs, don't think twice (Wow) +I do this every day and all night (Ooh, ooh) + +[Post-Chorus] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Drug addicts) + +[Verse] +I been smokin' since I was 11 (Ooh, 11) +I been poppin' pills since I was seven (Chyeah, I was seven) +Told my pastor I don't do confessions (Hell nah) +'Cause I pop a lot of molly for my breakfast (Ooh, molly) +I ain't never listen to nobody (Nope) +In the courthouse off of ecstasy (Goddamn) +And your baby mama layin' next to me (Huh?) +After she just sucked me, I just told her ass to leave (Bitch get out, ooh) +Everybody 'round me like them Oxy's (Yeah, brrt) +I was too leaned out to drive the 'Rari (Huh?) +Made her ass wait two hours in the lobby (Thot) +I can't go outside, 'cause I see paparazzi (Chyeah, brrt) +Take another pill, now I'm feelin' better (Ooh, X) +Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, yeah I'm a trend-setter (Gucci Gang) +Bustin' all on your bitch, wiped it off with my sweater (Ooh) +I'm a drug addict, I'm richer than my professor (Man, fuck school) +[Chorus] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Ooh, chyeah) +Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (Forgot what happened) +I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (Ooh, I got a habit) +I swear to God, you can't be on my status, ho (I swear to God) +Start the day off with a pint (Yeah, brrt-brrt) +I'ma show you how to live life (Yeah, ooh) +Take a lot of drugs, don't think twice (Wow) +I do this every day and all night (Ooh, ooh) + +[Post-Chorus] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Drug addicts) + +[Outro] +Ooh +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, ooh, ooh) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Designer[Intro: News Anchors & Lil Pump] +You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot +Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school +A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video +Yeah, Lil Pump, ooh, yeah, yeah, huh, brr +And the rapper’s name is Lil Pump +Yuh, Lil Pump +Yeah, huh? +(Brr) +Yeah, yuh +Yeah, yeah +Ayy +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Zaytoven + +[Chorus] +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Spanish bitches' butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (yeah, yeah, yeah) +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (brr) +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (yeah, uh) +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold (yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Verse] +Drive the 'Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot (ooh) +Bitch, this shit will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock +Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the opps (huh?) +Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I'm on the drop, ayy +Went to the gun store and I bought a rocket (ooh) +One million dollars, cash hangin' out my pocket (damn) +All these diamonds drippin' on me, feelin' like a water faucet +Broke niggas hatin' on me, man, this shit need to stop it +Lil Pump the freshest nigga comin' out my city +Hit AOD's and I'm blowin' straight fifties (brr) +In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney +Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me off the Xan', I squeeze a titty, ayy +Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr) +Bitch, I'm on the lean, I can't pop no Percocet (no) +I got more money than your father, you can't be upset +I'm worth a couple millions, bitch, you know I love to flex +[Chorus] +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Spanish bitches' butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Butterfly Doors[Intro] +CB on the beat, ho +Butterfly doors (Brr) +Jetski, Jetski +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Butterfly doors (Ooh) +Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) +Smokin' on dope (Damn) +They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) +Pourin' up fours (Whoa) +Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) +Ain't no joke (No) +You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) +Butterfly doors (Doors) +Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) +Smokin' on dope (Damn) +They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) +Pourin' up fours (Whoa) +Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Mama) +Ain't no joke (Brr) +You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) + +[Verse] +If I go broke, I'ma kick doors (Kick doors) +I'ma go back to sellin' nicks at the Citgo (Citgo) +I can't go (No) +Hop on a flight if I ain't got my pole (Pole) +Smellin' like gas through the border patrol (Patrol) +I ran outta drank so I canceled my show, whoa +I piss on these racks on the floor (Brr), oh +I got a Glock in my trenchcoat (Uh-huh) +Canceled the show, lost a 100K (100K) +Made that shit back in like half a day (Half a day) +Just got outta jail, got another case (Whoa) +Jack a nigga car and his license plate (Goddamn) +Two Lamborghinis with the butterfly doors (Butterfly) +I feel like the old Gucci, bitch, I'm burnt and I'm froze (I'm burnt, yeah) +[Chorus] +Butterfly doors (Ooh) +Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) +Smokin' on dope (Damn) +They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) +Pourin' up fours (Whoa) +Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) +Ain't no joke (No) +You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) +Butterfly doors (Doors) +Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) +Smokin' on dope (Damn) +They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) +Pourin' up fours (Whoa) +Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Mama) +Ain't no joke (Brr) +You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho)32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Be Like Me[Intro: Lil Pump] +So you know +A lot of people tryna be like me, but, you know... +You just can't be like me +Ooh, Lil Pump +(CB on the beat) +Ooh, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Huh?) +Everybody wanna be like me +Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (Ooh) +Everybody wanna be like me +Spent 2k last week on a white tee (Ooh) +Everybody wanna be like me +Dropped 10k on my Gucci bedsheets (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh) +Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (Yeah, ooh) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Everybody wanna be like Pump (Ooh) +Everybody got fake dreads and love to take drugs (Yeah) +I do this, bitch you do whatever you want (Huh?) +Yes, I'm hella ignorant, I don't give a fuck +And everybody wanna be like Ye (Ye) +Everybody wanna go and smash Kim K (Ooh, yeah) +You can talk shit about me everyday (Day) +But I'm still rich at the end of the day +I take drugs like it's vitamin C +I'm a millionaire, but I don't know how to read (Nope) +I'm a role model that these kids wanna be (Ooh) +I just smashed a pregnant bitch that's overseas (Yeah) +Walk around with my side bitch on a leash (Leash) +I was 13 when I started sippin' lean (Ooh) +Ballin' so hard, I feel like I'm KD (Yeah) +Wear two bust downs, even when I sleep (Sleep) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Wayne] +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Huh?) +Everybody wanna be like me +Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (Ooh) +Everybody wanna be like me +Spent 2k last week on a white tee (Ooh, yeah, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me +Dropped 10k on my Gucci bedsheets (Ooh, yeah, on my Gucci bedsheets) +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Like me) +Everybody wanna be like me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Everybody wanna be like me) +Everybody wanna be like me (Everybody wanna be like me, ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Everybody wanna be like me) +Everybody wanna be like me (Everybody wanna be, ooh) +Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (Yeah, ooh) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Lil Pump] +I'm me, I'm me +So who you? You not me... urp +Everybody wanna be like Tune +Grow up to be like Tune, throw up the B like Tune +No one can be like Tune, know why? 'Cause he tycoon +And if the shoe fits, wear it, I can't if these not new +Lil' nigga, please, y'all my mini-mes +But the kid is not my son, shout out Billie Jean +You followin' my lead, my chopper isn't clean +And Lil Pump, he got the pump, I got the M-16 +My pockets stuffy, they gon' need some antihistamine +Niggas always bit the stee, the bitches never bit the D +I'm pullin' out the facts, so tell your slime relax +And she a catfish, and he a copycat +What the fuck, though? Well, if you must know +I see these look-a-likes, it's kinda sus though, yerr +Young nigga from them hood with a plan +One foot in the street, one foot in the sand +One foot in the cleats, one foot in the Vans +One foot in your ass, one fourth of a Xan +Follow my footsteps, I give you instructions +Swallow, don't belch, you just drunk quintuplets +On my one-of-one shit, I keep it a hundred +Boy, I talk my shit, then wipe my shit with hundreds +You can't stunt like me, rich as fuck like me +Lil' black ass nappy head nigga +Let me shout out India.Arie, and ain't none like me +Mr. Dwayne Carter, only got one ID, yerr +I know that's right, you don't know that life +Stay in your own lane or make me bowl that strike, yerr +Everybody wanna be like me +But there's only one I in my e-y-e (Yeah) +Yeah +[Chorus: Lil Pump, Lil Wayne & Both] +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Huh?) +Everybody wanna be like me +Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (Ooh) +Everybody wanna be like me +Spent 2k last week on a white tee (Ooh, on a white tee) +Everybody wanna be like me +Dropped 10k on my Gucci bedsheets this week (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh, yeah, like me) +Everybody wanna be like me (Everybody wanna be) +Everybody wanna be like me (Ooh) +Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (Yeah, ooh)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Racks on Racks[Intro] +Diablo on the beat, bitch +Hey, yeah, yeah +Ooh, ooh (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch +(Esskeetit, ooh) +Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch +(Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh) +None of my cars ain't rented +All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh, brrt) +Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" +Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go) +Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (Esskeetit) +Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch +(Bitch, bitch, bitch, esskeetit) +None of my cars ain't rented +All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh) +Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Ooh, ooh) +Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, ooh) + +[Verse] +Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Finished) +Popped two Percs, now I don't feel it (Woo) +Is you with it? Show me your titties (Titties) +Ugly ass hoes cannot come kick it (Brrt) +Ooh, all black Lambo (Lambo) +I fuck a bitch in my Versace sandals (Sandals) +Got a new bando, look like castle +Told the bitch let me sniff coke off her asshole (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go) +80 degrees, still wear Gucci fur coat (Brrt) +Bust in her face and she call it a facial (Facial) +I left Patricia and now I'm with Rachel (Huh?) +Fell asleep on a Xan, woke up with bankroll (Goddamn) +Ooh, woo, woo, woo +She flash her titties out of the roof +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Brrt) +I think I got some Molly in my tooth (Yuh) +[Bridge] +I could buy you coke, but can't buy you food (Food) +Told the bitch come bring the food to my room (Uh-uh) +Bitch, what the fuck wrong with you? +(What the fuck wrong with you, ho?) +Bitch, I love drank, bitch, I don't love you (I don't love you at all) + +[Chorus] +Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch +(Esskeetit) +Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch +(Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh) +None of my cars ain't rented +All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh, brrt) +Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" +Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go) +Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (Esskeetit) +Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (Esskeetit) +None of my cars ain't rented +All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh) +Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Ooh, ooh) +Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, ooh)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crazy[Intro] +Yeah, Lil Pump +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh +Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh +Yeah, ooh, esskeetit (Yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus] +That bitch, she swallow my baby, ooh +Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh (Yeah) +I do this shit on a daily, yeah (Yeah, yeah) +I do this shit on a daily, ayy (Yeah, yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Damn) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Jump) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch (Yeah, yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Oh shit) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah (Lil Pump) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah (Yeah, uh) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah (Yeah) +[Verse] +Jump in this bitch and go stupid, yeah +I'm so rich, I'm like Rick Rubin, huh? +Fuck a bitch, I leave her coolin', yuh +Six in the mornin', I boot it +I pop hella Molly, I drive Maserati (Yeah) +Then shut down your party (Huh?), I air out the shotty +We drink hella water, we run through your daughter (Brrt) +Send shots 'cross the border, I'm takin' yo motor +I bust down my Rollie, I bust down my wrist (Yeah) +And I'm walkin' to class and I'm takin' yo bitch (Huh?) +And you can't tell me nothin', young nigga been rich +If he say somethin' stupid, I'm sendin' them hits +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ayy (Yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Yeah, yeah) +Your diamonds is so fugazi, ooh +Your diamonds is so fugazi, ayy (Brrt, brrt, brrt) + +[Chorus] +That bitch, she swallow my baby, ooh +Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh (Yeah) +I do this shit on a daily, yeah (Yeah, yeah) +I do this shit on a daily, ayy (Yeah, yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Damn) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Jump) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch (Yeah, yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Oh shit) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah (Lil Pump) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah (Yeah, uh) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah (Yeah) +[Outro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh) +Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Oh shit) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah (Lil Pump) +Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah (Yeah, uh)10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Broke My Wrist[Intro: Lil Pump] +(Ahem) +Damn, why you flex like this? (Lil Pump) +Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Ooh, ayy) +(Ronny J produced it) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Damn, why you flex like this? (Ooh) +Damn, why you flex like this? (Ayy) +Johnny Dang on my wrist (Johnny) +Johnny Dang on my wrist (Ayy) +Lil Pump got them bricks (Brr) +Lil Pump got them bricks (Bricks) +I just broke my wrist (Ooh) +I just broke my wrist (Ooh) +I just broke my wrist, ooh +I just broke my wrist, ooh +I just broke my wrist, ooh (Lil Pump) +I just broke my wrist, ooh +Lil Pump got them bricks, ooh +Damn, why you flex like this? Ooh +Johnny Dang on my wrist, ooh (Lil Pump, Lil Pump) +Johnny Dang on my wrist + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +Ooh, Lil Pump fucks your sister, damn +Found that bitch on Twitter, damn +Wrist on, wrist on, wrist on, wrist on... (Ooh) +Never take a bitch to a dinner (Never) +Lil Pump in the White House (Woo) +Made White House turn to a trap house (Woo) +Real trap nigga, I'm from down south (Trap) +Niggas mad at me 'cause they ain't got clout (Clout) +Fuck school, nigga, I rather sell pounds (Ooh) +If we got beef, we can meet right now +If we got beef, we can meet right now (Yeah) +If we got beef, we can meet right now (Yeah, ayy) +[Verse 2: Smokepurpp] +Twenty thousand on my pinky ring +Diamonds never stain, lookin' like cocaine (I don't even care) +I'ma stack this money higher, higher (Yeah) +Get flyer, flyer, get higher, higher (Yeah, okay) +I'ma run this check higher, higher (Yeah, yeah) +Get flyer, flyer, get higher, higher (Yeah, okay) +Twenty thousand on my pinky ring (Yeah, oh, what?) +Thirty thousand on a fuckin' chain (Yeah, okay) +Ooh, I just broke my back +Ooh, Lil Pump still sell crack (Okay) +Diamonds dancin' like they Lil Kim +With no VIP, posted in the back (Uh) +Niggas sayin' Lil Purpp a goofy, Lil Purpp a goofy +He ain't hittin' licks (Hey, shut that shit up) +But I still fuck your bitch (Whack) +Then I'ma hit the lick (Yuh) +I just been playin' with niggas that don't even charge +I bought a prescription (Yeah-huh) +Diamonds dancin', gold teeth glistenin' (Yuh) +Niggas gettin' shot like addiction (Yuh) +Fuck nigga talkin' down on me (What?) +I got real shooters, down, homie (Okay) +Put fifty bands on a head +Get a nigga whacked like my name Kony (Alright) +Ooh, I just broke my wrist (Yuh) +Ooh, I just broke my wrist +Ooh, I just broke my wrist (Yuh) +Ooh, scrape the pot, we rich (Ooh) +Ooh, I just broke my wrist (Oh, what?) +Ooh, I just broke my wrist (Yuh) +Ooh, made her bend her back (Ooh) +Ooh, then she broke her rib (Oh, what?)14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Back[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +2-17 on the track, man +Lil Pump +Yeah, yeah, ooh +Huh, yeah, huh, ayy +Yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh +After that she didn't know how to act, ooh +Back then I used to be quarterback +Go to the bank and I pull out a hunnid racks +Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac +Want me fo' show, bitch I'm chargin' 'bout 40 bands +I'm in the trap and I'm shippin' out hella packs (damn) +Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh +Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh +Been sellin' crack since the eighties, yeah +I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh +In the kitchen whippin' up babies, ooh +In the kitchen whippin' up baby, yeah +And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh +And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty] +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Lil Boat +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat +[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] +Young rich nigga need a dick rub +Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup +Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin' on the front door +Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin' fronto +Used to post at the Citgo, uh +Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh +Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh +And it glow like a disco ball +Bih, bend it over like your shoe's untied +Side bitch still got a iPhone 5 +Main bitch still got a iPhone 7 +Still caught a Uzi, pistol, chrome MAC-11 +Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch +And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh +I'ma have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci +To the seven, goddamn, I'm a reverend +Lil Boat, Lil Pump + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +All I do is count racks, ooh +Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, yeah +Throw it back, huh +Throw it back, ooh9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck J. Cole[Chorus] +Nigga, fuck J. Cole +Nigga, fuck J. Cole +Nigga, fuck J. Cole +Nigga, fuck J. Cole +Yeah, fuck J. Cole +Yeah, fuck J. Cole +Nigga, fuck J. Cole +Nigga, fuck J. Cole + +[Bridge] +You is a bitch ass nigga +You is a ugly ass nigga +You is a bitch ass nigga +You is a ugly ass nigga + +[Outro] +Ayy, man +Fuck that nigga, man +I ain't ever fucked with J. Cole +Fuck that pussy ass nigga24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Iced Out[Intro: Lil Pump] +Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah +Huh? Lil Pump, Lil Pump +2-17 on the track, man + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Foreign bitch with me (huh?) +She do anything +Yeah, she love my diamonds +That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) +White diamonds on my wrist +Bitch, it's Gucci Gang (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Yeah, she love my diamonds +That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Iced out chain, iced out ring +Yeah, I feel like Gucci Mane, diamonds Aquafina, rain +I could pay your bitch a trip, Maseratis at the crib +She just love the way I drip, only wear designer kicks +Ayy, ayy, iced out chain, I'm a walkin' Brinks truck +Keep my thang tucked, if I bust you better stay ducked +Dropped out 9th grade, dropped out straight to the Milwaukee Bucks +Could've been at Harvard servin' juugs, but I don't give a fuck +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Foreign bitch with me (huh?) +She do anything +Yeah, she love my diamonds +That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) +White diamonds on my wrist +Bitch, it's Gucci Gang (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Yeah, she love my diamonds +That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) + +[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] +Deuces +Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, freezin' (ice freezin') +Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, sneezin' (achoo, sneezin') +4, 5, 6 on (4, 5, 6 on) +Neck on freon (neck on freon) +Yellow like I peed on (yellow like I peed on) +I don't fuck with peons (peons) +Primetime, Deion +What's up, Lil Pump? (What's up, Lil Pump?) +12 gauge, lil' pump (lil', lil' pump) +Get money, rule one (rule one) +Lil' waist, big butt (big butt) +I like the way it sit up (sit up) +You ain't really gettin' money (what?) +Put that lil' shit up (hah, lil' shit up) +I make 'em open stores (yeah) +I make 'em close the store (yeah) +I'm in the Gucci store (what?) +I'm 'bout to overdose (huh) +Pockets on overload +I never sold my soul +What you want me to turn it on? +I got the remote control +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Foreign bitch with me (huh?) +She do anything +Yeah, she love my diamonds +That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) +White diamonds on my wrist +Bitch, it's Gucci Gang (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Yeah, she love my diamonds +That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) + +[Outro: Lil Pump] +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Iced out chain (yeah) +Iced out ring (yeah) +Yeah, she love my diamonds +That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gucci Gang (Mega Remix)[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & Gucci Mane] +21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump) +Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, man (Montana) +Savage got a whole lot of shooters, man (Brr, brr) +Savage got shooters on the roof, man (Gucci gang) +Savage got shooters in the booth, man (Ooh) +That's it right there, Gnealz +Nigga talkin' crazy 'bout who, mane? +Shot a pussy nigga in his tooth, mane +(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang) +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat +Lil Pump, Guwop + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Ooh) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr, yuh) +I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh) +Rather go and buy Balmains (Brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Yrr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] +(Lil Pump) +Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd +Back in the day they was callin' me Ray +Run with the yay, drum on the K +Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face +Gucci the gang so we watchin' the snakes (Gucci) +Made me eight mil' so I bought her a Wraith (Mwah) +Two shows in a day, brick on the plate +L.A. to the A then it's back to the Bay +Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (Brr) +Jumpin' out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop) +Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow +Gucci Mane a gigolo, diamonds in my Figaro +Oh, you know what, bro? I ain't even know +Walkin' out the Gucci store, 'bout to spend a hundred so +Lil' bitty bitch, with a big booty though +She a dancer but a grade A student though +Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I'm goin' to Yale (Wop) +Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail (Jail) +Gucci to death, I'm really a gang by myself (Gucci gang) +Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt, Gucci (It's Gucci) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +[Verse 2: Bad Bunny] +Serpiente' de cascabele', cabrone', hay nivele' +Gucci, Gucci, tú me ha' visto en la tele, ah +Ya no son seta', son L, ah +Con este phillie ya van dos (Dos), me tiran to' los bandos (Prr) +Y yo con putas chingando ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡Uh!) +Yeh, están pa' los tiempo' y latarle lo' Dickies (Dickies) +Tu jeva llama pa' Krippy (Krippy) +Bellaca, me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky) +Yeh, el sushi se come con palo' 'e Supreme +A la cama le agotamo' el spring (Huh) +No sea' chota, no me tire' screenshot' (¡No!) +Capsuleando en el tapón (Wuh) +Gucci gang y a vece' Louis Vuitton +Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon +Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón, dímelo, Lil Pump (Yeh) +La cartera con la' avispa' (Prr) +La Uzi que bota chispa, brr, y otro se fue de la lista +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeh +Tengo una nota cabrona, yeh +Dio' proteja mis neurona', ah +Chingando por Barcelona, wuh +Blanquita pero culona +El bicho me lo lesiona (Jah) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ah +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) + +[Verse 3: 21 Savage] +Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang +Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin' anything +Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch +Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin' everything +Got a snake on my collar, I ain't rockin' no diamonds +Y'all lil' niggas poppin', that's chump change +Got an FN and a Draco +But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil' pump, mane +I Saint Laurent my garments, lil' bitch, pardon me +You still stay with your mama, lil' bitch, pardon me +I run through the money like it grow on trees +You can't afford new hair, you like to hold on weave +Double cup red, huh, just to match my 'Rari, huh +I don't even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it +Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler +She can barely talk, but she know that her dad a baller + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) + +[Verse 4: J Balvin] +Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano) +Botella 'e Champagne en mi mano (En mi mano) +A veces hasta perdiendo gano +Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (Plano, plano) +No juego fútbol (Wuh) +Pero llego a Madrid y me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano) +Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni americano (Wuh) +Del Maybach pa'l avión se siente cabrón +Cobrar pa' mí ya es diversión (Ching, ching) +Gucci el pantalón +Y si quiere' un auspicio háblame de un millón (Million) +Dinero como un talibán (Ah) +Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (Ping) +Quieren comprar, pero no les da +Si no tienes todo Gucci, no eres Gucci gang (Gang) +Tantas modelo' que ya parezco una revista (Eh) +Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta ('Tá bloquea', wuh, wuh) +Solamente sé realista ('Tamo' claro') +Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista' (Jajaja) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & French Montana] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr)(Haan) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) + +[Verse 5: French Montana] +(Haaan, Montana!) +Got a lil' pump under the Gucci, mane (Ayy) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Ayy) (Gucci gang) +Was yellin' "Ha" way before Juvi', mane (Ayy, ayy) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Ayy, ayy) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang +Nipsey, Snoop and them +Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot +Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane +French had the franchise +With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain't like me (Haaan) +Nah, you ain't like me +You ride the wave, you ain't like me +Cop some chains, you ain't like me +Made a hook, you ain't like me +Bills ain't bills, a nigga like me +Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane) +Couldn't see my life through a Gucci frame (Frame) +Seven pills, Act' in my system (Haaan) +They gave Max life in the system (Haaan) +Servin' raw like sushi gang (Haaan) +Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (Woo) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Nrr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) + +[Chorus: Ozuna] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +La corta la guardo en el M6 +Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Yo nunca le bajo, pa' ustedes no hay break +Y con el AK te hacemo' el fade + +[Verse 6: Ozuna] +Hoy se viste Gucci to' la banda +Y hay un pa'l de loco' que hay que darle una parranda +Yo los dejo, dicen que ello' mandan +Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan +Porque tú puede' frontear lo que tú quiera' +Hasta los panas mío' visten Gucci allá adentro en la nevera +Veinte pa' los topo' 'e la' escalera' +Tú le' preguntaste y te dijeron "Ozu', el nene 'e la disquera" +Gucci gang, los míos es pa'lante, nunca se van +Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diaman' +Que me vieron las babys y se mojan +Yo les canto bonito y si hay que darle', se les dan +Tú lo sabe' que + +[Chorus: Ozuna] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh +La corta la guardo en el M6 +Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Yo nunca le bajo, pa' ustedes no hay break +Y con el AK te hacemo' el fade + +[Chorus: Remy Ma] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a Cuban (Yeah) +My nigga trap move cocaine (Brr) +Since he met me, he forgot her name (Yeah) +You a side chick, no weddin' ring (Uh) +Got a $10,000 pair of Yves Saints +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang + +[Verse 7: Remy Ma] +Gucci gang (Yah), Pucci posse (Yah) +Louis league (Yah), Fendi fam +Hit the red carpet in a pink fur +Why? Just so I could Killa Cam +D Squared squad, Moschino mob +This fashion, skin caramel +Girl, I got so many boy bags, I'm kingpin +Chanel Cartel, yeah, yeah +You don't want smoke, no cigarettes (Cigarettes) +I'm a pretty bitch from the projects (Yeah) +He ain't pop pills since we met (Fuck 'em) +Told him in my bra I got a Percocet (Yeah) +All these hoes screamin' they the best yet (What?) +None of them ain't touch Rem' yet (Nope) +Had your man open with a sex text (True) +Tax time only time you cash checks (Yeah) + +[Chorus: Remy Ma] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a Cuban (Yeah) +My nigga trap move cocaine (Brr) +Since he met me, he forgot her name (Yeah) +You a side chick, no weddin' ring (Uh) +Got a $10,000 pair of Yves Saints +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Elementary[Intro] +Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby, wah, brr) +I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do, ooh) +I don't fuck your OG 'cause that bih do got rabies (Heh?) +I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain't gon' have a baby + +[Interlude] +(Black Society Records) +Ayy, ayy (Skrrt), ayy (Ayy), ayy (Prrt) +Gang (Prrt), gang (Prrt), gang, gang +Ooh, ooh, ooh (Prrt), ooh (Prrt), ooh +(This shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck) + +[Chorus] +I been selling bricks since elementary (School, school, elementary) +I been hitting licks since elementary (Ooh, ayy, elementary) +Bitch, I'm Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Uh, esskeetit) +Bitch, I'm Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Ayy, ooh) +Elementary (First grade), elementary (Second grade) +Elementary (Third grade), elementary (Fourth grade) +Elementary (Fifth grade), elementary (First grade) +Elementary (Third grade), elementary (Third grade) +I been serving bricks since like the third grade (Third, third grade) +I been counting bands, balling like I'm D. Wade (Brr, ooh) + +[Verse] +Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby, wah, brr) +I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do, ooh) +I don't fuck your OG 'cause that bih do got rabies (Heh?) +I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain't gon' have a baby (Nah) +Bitch, I'm Lil Pump, pull up with a fuckin' shotty (Brrt) +Everywhere I go, bitch, I gotta have my thotty (My thotty, skrrt) +I pull up to a club strapped up like a fucking army (Esskeetit) +Like my nigga Darko, bitch, I always keep it on me (Ooh) +[Outro] +(This shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck)9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Finesse the Pack[Intro Lil Pump & Lil Filth] +Skrt skrt +Ayy, man, young nigga came from the trap, man (Gang) +You already know how we comin' bro (Gang, gang) +(Brra, brra, brra) +Ayy, man you already know I run up on the plug, nigga +And take all that nigga's shit man (Ayy, fuck that nigga, man, fuck that nigga) +Finesse, that's how we coming +Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, you already know how we comin'! + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Ayy, I just finessed the pack, ayy (Skrt, skrt, skrt) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Yeah, yeah) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Ooh, ooh) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Uh, ayy yeah, yeah) +Bitch I just finessed the pack (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) +Bitch, you already know where I'm at (Let's get it where I'm at yeah) +Bitch, I'm posted in that trap (In that trap, yeah, yeah) +Bitch, you already know that I finessed the pack (Esskeetit) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Lil Filth] +I've been flexing and finessing (And finessin') +Yeah 30's on me always Smith & Wesson (Smith & Wesson, ayy) +I just popped a Xanny and I thinks it's blessing (Goddamn, goddamn) +God told me "Lil Pump, yeah, you a blessing" (Oh my God) +Bitch gon' top me, she gon' suck me up +30 on me it's gon' bust, bitch gon' come and suck my nut (Esskeetit) +30 on me, know what's up (Ooh) +Truey down to my socks (Yeah) +Bitch you already know I got guap (Ayy, ayy, ayy) +30 on me and the mop (Boom boom) +[Verse 2: Lil Filth] +Ayy, yeah, yeah +Got them Xannys in my sock (It's in my sock) +Got yo bitch on my cock +And she gonna get that guap, ayy, yeah +And I'm pulling out that guap (Skrt skrt) +And yo nigga gonna get popped, have him leaking need a mop, ayy, yeah +And I just finessed the pack (Finesse that pack, ayy, yeah) +And I just finessed that pack (Finessed that pack, yeah, yeah) +And I just finessed that pack (Ayy, yeah) +And I just finessed that pack (Ooh, damn) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Ayy, I just finessed the pack, ayy (Skrt, skrt) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Yeah, yeah) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Ooh, ooh) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Uh, ayy yeah, yeah) +Bitch I just finessed the pack (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) +Bitch, you already know where I'm at (Let's get it where I'm at yeah) +Bitch, I'm posted in that trap (In that trap, yeah, yeah) +Bitch, you already know that I finessed the pack (Esskeetit)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Welcome to the Party[Intro] +I can't, ouu +I can't feel my body, chyeah (brrt) +Ouu, Lil Pump (chyeah) +Ouu, ouu (brrt) +Ouu, ouu, chyeah +Ouu, ouu + +[Chorus] +I can't feel my body, 'cause I pop a lot of molly (molly) +Welcome to the party, welcome to the drug party (ouu) +Got a lotta thotties, yeah, I fuck a lot of thotties (esskeetit) +Tryna fuck shorty, I'm just tryna fuck shorty (ouu) +I can't feel my body (no), I can't feel my body (chyeah) +I can't feel my body (ouu), 'cause I pop a lot of molly (molly) +I can't feel my body (ouu), 'cause I pop a lot of molly (chyeah) +Welcome to the party, welcome to the drug party (ouu, chyeah) + +[Verse] +Welcome to the trap (ouu), got my grandma selling crack (chyeah) +I make what you make in one year sittin' down just movin' packs (damn) +Make a bitch do jumpin' jacks (ouu), like she was a acrobat (chyeah) +Got these bitches lookin' at me crazy 'cause I got face tats (brrt, ouu, chyeah) +Ouu, drip, drip, drip, I cannot go wife a bitch (no) +Drop 5 million on my crib (chyeah), now Lil Pump is rich as shit (huh) +Ouu, and I still am on probation (ouu), pop a pill, I feel amazing (brrt) +You just broke and you just hatin' (ouu), all these diamonds on me skatin' (Lil Pump) +Man, I do this every day (chyeah), spend three thousand on some shades (huh) +I got bitches in L.A. (brrt), your boyfriend broke, his diamonds fake (chyeah) +[Bridge] +Man, I got, like, 3 million dollars in jewelry +Esskeetit! + +[Chorus] +I can't feel my body, 'cause I pop a lot of molly (molly) +Welcome to the party, welcome to the drug party (ouu) +Got a lotta thotties, yeah, I fuck a lot of thotties (esskeetit) +Tryna fuck shorty, I'm just tryna fuck shorty (ouu) +I can't feel my body (no), I can't feel my body (chyeah) +I can't feel my body (ouu), 'cause I pop a lot of molly (molly) +I can't feel my body (ouu), 'cause I pop a lot of molly (chyeah) +Welcome to the party, welcome to the drug party (ouu, chyeah)13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Next[Intro: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid] +Everybody know I'm next +Hundred thousand on my neck +Know I'm sayin'? The flex way +I be runnin' up a check +Lil Pump +I be fuckin' on your ex +Everybody know I'm next +Know I'm sayin'? The money way +Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump! +I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid] +Everybody know I'm next, ooh (Rich) +Everybody know I'm next, ooh (What?) +Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh +I be runnin' up a check, ooh (Yeah) +I be fuckin' on your ex, ooh (What?) +Everybody know I'm next, ooh (Huh) +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (Your bitch) +I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (Huh) +I might go bust on her lip, ooh (What?) +I might go bust on her lip, ooh (Yeah) +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh (What? What? What?) +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I be ridin' in a 'Rari, ooh +I be poppin' hella molly, yeah +Thirty Brinks to the lobby +Five bitches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh +Everybody wanna be me, ooh +Ice water and some Fiji, yuh +Ice water and some kiwi, ooh +Lil Pump stay geekin', ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Pump whippin' like a chef, ooh +Takin' off in a jet, ooh +Everybody know I flex, ooh + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid] +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh +I be runnin' up a check, ooh +I be fuckin' on your ex, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh (Huh) +Everybody know I'm next, ooh (What?) +I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (Huh) +I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (Ooh) +I might go bust on her lip, ooh (Yeah) +I might go bust on her lip, ooh (What?) +Everybody know I'm next, ooh (Yuh, yuh, yuh) +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +[Verse 2: Rich The Kid] +Fuck that lil' bitch and I tell her to pack it +Blow ten racks on the jacket +Pull out a Maybach, smash it (Yeah) +You rappers ain't got it or cap it (Cap it) +You ride the wave like a jetski +I just cashed out on an AP (Yuh) +Look at my neck, ooh +I took your bitch, she on the jet too (Your bitch) +I trap in the Hills with no service (Trap) +She wanna pop a lil' Perky (What?) +Pussy too good, ooh +Bust in her mouth, fuck on your couch too +I'm tired of flexin' (Flex) +Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe's +Syrup for breakfast (Syrup) +I drink out the pint, baby (Lean) +Put you in the trunk +Pocket's a lump, she wanna fuck off the jump (Woah) +New freezer, my wrist cool +Diamonds too sick, ooh (Yeah) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh +I be runnin' up a check, ooh +I be fuckin' on your ex, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh +I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh +I might go bust on her lip, ooh +I might go bust on her lip, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh +Everybody know I'm next, ooh6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What U Sayin’[Intro: Lil Pump] +Faded +Hm, what you gotta say? +Ooh, damn, ooh +Ooh, what you gotta say? +Ooh, Lil Pump +Damn, ooh, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +Pull up in a Wraith, flexin' every day +Gucci everything, Louis everything +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +What you gotta say? Bitch I'm gettin' paid +Bitch you gettin' laid, spend it in a day +Spend a hunnid thousand on a ma'fuckin' maid +Swear to God, put it on my grandfather's grave +I'll go and pop two Mollys to the face +Hop out Lambo like you won a fuckin' race +Niggas gettin' mad 'cause I went and took they place +Come to the trap where you know it ain't safe +Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh +Pull up on a teacher, I'm stuntin' (damn) +Countin' up racks, it ain't nothin' +Sold you rerock and Robitussin +Ouu, Purpp pull up in a coupe, everybody know I flex like ooh +Bitch, I don't know who the fuck is you +Pour a four tec in my Mountain Dew +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +Pull up in a Wraith, flexin' every day +Gucci everything, Louis everything +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? + +[Verse 2: SmokePurpp] +Spend a hunnid thousand every day +And my yoppa Macarena every day (Bop, bop, bop, bop) +Turn 'em down, I'ma stick 'em like some tape (Lil Purp) +Call my thirty, got his own fuckin' brain (Brr) +Lil Purp, I be thuggin' every day (Every day) +If I catch him, I'ma pop him like a safe (Bop, bop) +Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date (Bop, bah) +GTA, got a star on my face (Star on my face) +And I keep a pistol on me, lil' dawg (Huh?) +Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil' dawg (Yo what?) +And I only hit designer in the mall +All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall +Lookin' at my body, all this Louis (Let's go) +Gun 'em down in the trap, then we move 'em (Bop, bop, bop, bop) +Now they lookin' for his body in the sewer (Huh?) +Lil Pump do the work like a student (Bop, bop, bop) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +Pull up in a Wraith, flexin' every day +Gucci everything, Louis everything +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say? +What you gotta say? What you gotta say?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Smoke My Dope[Intro: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump] +Yuh, yuh +Lil Purpp, Lil Pump +Yuh, huh +Prrrrt +Okay, what, yeah, what, yeah, yuh, ooh +Yuh, ooh, huh, ooh, huh +Ronny J, listen up + +[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump] +I just smoke my dope +Suck me 'til she choke (suck me 'til she) +I just smoke my dope (huh) +Suck me 'til she choke (uh) +Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat) +Dick up in her throat (yeah) +Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh) +Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah) +I just smoke my dope +Suck me 'til she choke (suck me 'til she) +I just smoke my dope (huh) +Suck me 'til she choke (uh) +Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat) +Dick up in her throat (yeah) +Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh) +Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Cocaine on the boat (yeah, ooh) +I just had a stroke +Yeah, your baby daddy broke +Legit pay no child support (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) +Walk in the club and I flex like oou +Take a nigga bitch in a Bentley coupe +Niggas hate me, but I don't see you +Bitch pussy bald just like Caillou (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) + +[Verse 2: SmokePurpp] +I just smoke my dope (what) +Holes in the back of the coat (of the coat, prrr) +Came to the party in a boat (yuh) +Chains on my neck make me choke (huh) +Balmain on my jeans (yuh) +Pour a four of lean (Lil Purpp) +She gon' swallow kids (huh, yeah) +That's a Kid's Cuisine, yeah + +[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump] +I just smoke my dope +Suck me 'til she choke (suck me 'til she) +I just smoke my dope (huh) +Suck me 'til she choke (uh) +Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat) +Dick up in her throat (yeah) +Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh) +Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah) +[Verse 3: Lil Pump] +Dope up in the stove (ooh, damn) +Mama told me no (ooh, no) +I feel like El Chapo (yuh) +Every time I whip a bowl (yuh, yuh, ooh) +Whippin' up dope in the trap spot (what) +Sellin' cocaine to your grandma (yuh) +Whippin' up dope in the trap spot (yuh, yuh) +Sellin' cocaine to your grandma (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) + +[Verse 4: SmokePurpp] +Lil Pump still sell crack (ooh) +His mom still move packs (uh) +Fuckin' up the racks up at Sak's (uh) +In the trap, still movin' dime sacks (uh) +Poppin' hella Molly and X (uh, yuh) +Fuckin' on your bitch and your ex (what) +She rubbin' on my dick like a pet (uh) +Wanna ride me like a jet (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) + +[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump] +I just smoke my dope +Suck me 'til she choke (suck me 'til she) +I just smoke my dope (huh) +Suck me 'til she choke (uh) +Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat) +Dick up in her throat (yeah) +Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh) +Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Movin[Intro: Lil Pump] +Lil Pump +Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, bustin' + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Work come in, I'm movin', ooh +Work come in, I'm movin', ooh +Trap house lookin' so stupid (Yuh) +Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin' +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Work come in, I'm movin', ooh +Trap house lookin' so stupid, ooh +Work come in, I'm movin', ooh +Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin' +Movin', movin', movin' (Brr), ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +That bitch actin' stupid, ooh +Hunnid on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh +Comin' in the trap, I'm movin', ooh +Damn, Lil Pump fucks your mother +Damn, then I'll rob your brother (Ooh) +Damn, slap him with some butter (Yuh) +Damn, hunnid—ooh, huh?—on wrist like Usher, damn +[Verse 2: Smokepurpp] +Hunnid on my wrist like Usher (Huh?) +In the Rari, bitch, I'm burnin' off rubber (Skrt, okay) +Fuck a bitch, give a fuck 'bout her brother (Brother, uh) +If the teacher give me homework, I'ma cut her (I don't know) +I be in the trap (trap), I be in the trap (trap) +Lil Pump pulled up and gave your momma Crack (What?) +Runnin' through the back, 'cause you know I need a sack +Pull up to the wedding and I pull up with a strap (bah) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Work come in, I'm movin', ooh +Work come in, I'm movin', ooh +Trap house lookin' so stupid (Yuh) +Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin' +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Work come in, I'm movin', ooh +Trap house lookin' so stupid, ooh +Work come in, I'm movin', ooh +Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin' +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh +Movin', movin', movin', ooh13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Youngest Flexer[Intro: Lil Pump] +Ooh, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump +Yeah, yeah, brr, yuh, yuh +Know we smoke a lot of gas on this side +Ooh, Big Head on the beat (Hah) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants) +I just left the trap, and I'm off the Xans (and I'm off the Xans) +Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?) +I'm the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I'm the youngest flexer (what), I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (yeah), I'm the youngest flexer +I'm the youngest flexer, I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (ooh), I'm the youngest flexer + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I'm the youngest flexer, Louis on my dresser +Put her on a stretcher, all these bitches acting extra (extra) +I just bought a Uzi (Uzi), my bitch dress in Gucci (brr) +Put a Xan in smoothie, I don't watch no movies (I don't) +I go to the bank, take out thirty thangs (brr) +Forty diamond chains, sixty bricks, I make it rain (huh) +And I'm eating Wingstop, posted in the trap (in the trap, what?) +Lil Pump, don't know how to act (damn) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants) +I just left the trap, and I'm off the Xans (and I'm off the Xans) +Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?) +I'm the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I'm the youngest flexer (what), I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (yeah), I'm the youngest flexer +I'm the youngest flexer, I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (ooh), I'm the youngest flexer + +[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] +Somebody please tell me where my money machine at +My money dirty, I'm tryna think of ways I can clean that +I spent at least 3 million dollars just on the pieces +These haters think they can keep up, man, they can't believe it +Gucci got a six-pack, they can't believe it +But hey, lil bitch, here's three stacks, let's have a threesome +I wanna own it outright, don't wanna lease it +He wanna be Guwop so bad that he talkin' greasy +She wanna be with Wop so bad that she fuck the DJ +That bitch should prolly' ride a bicycle on the freeway +Three years ago, I stacked my paper the long way +Now I'm stacking million dollar checks up the grown way + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants) +I just left the trap, and I'm off the Xans (and I'm off the Xans) +Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?) +I'm the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I'm the youngest flexer (what), I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (yeah), I'm the youngest flexer +I'm the youngest flexer, I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (ooh), I'm the youngest flexer5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Multi Millionaire[Intro: Lil Pump] +Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah +So, I woke up last week +Eh, eh, uhm +And I was a millionaire +Yeah, huh (Huh) +Danny, I see you +Ooh, ooh + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Multi-millionaire ('Aire) +Multi-millionaire (Ooh) +If you rich, put your bust down in the air (Bust down) +Multi-millionaire (Yeah) +Multi-millionaire (Huh?) +I just got 30 pints shipped through the mail (30) +Multi-millionaire ('Aire) +Multi-millionaire (Ooh) +Multi-millionaire (Yeah) +Multi-millionaire (Damn) +If you rich, put your bust down in the air (Bust down) +I just got 30 pints shipped through the mail (30) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Ooh, took 30 bands out to buy some pints (30) +Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin' white (White) +Smash that bitch two times, I ain't know that that's your wife (Ooh) +And I got hungry for some Wingstop so I took a flight (Chyea) +If I die, bury me with two bust downs on my wrist (Bust down) +Drop four Mollies on my casket, and three pints of Actavis (Act') +My housemaid is super thick (Yeah) +My housemaid is super thick (Huh?) +She finna go clean my house (Huh?) +Then she finna suck my dick (Ooh, chyeah) +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Uzi Vert] +Multi-millionaire ('Aire) +Multi-millionaire (Ooh) +If you rich, put your bust down in the air (Bust down) +Multi-millionaire (Yeah) +Multi-millionaire (Huh?) +I just got 30 pints shipped through the mail (30) +Multi-millionaire ('Aire) +Multi-millionaire (Ooh) +Multi-millionaire (Yeah) +Multi-millionaire (Let's go) +If you rich, put your bust down in the air (Let's go) +I just got 30 pints shipped through the mail + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +Ooh (Yeah), multi-millionaire +Ooh, multi-millionaire (Yeah, yeah) +Ooh, and my headlights on a deer +Ooh, I can make ya bitch stop and stare (Stop and stare) +Ooh, had to go cop two pair +Ooh, Gucci coat over Moncler (Moncler) +Ooh, no nigga who I fear (No) +Ooh, I could fuck your bitch in a chair (Let's go) +These moves is nothin', I'm gettin' that money +I fucked your lil' bitch, took her right out in London +I'm gettin' these hunnids, I keep it a hunnid +You look at my chain and that bitch is so sunny +This muhfucka cold, it leave ya nose runnin' +I got a bitch live out in Dublin, get money +I move with a drum, and I buck like I'm drummin' +Got Uzis and MACs and I might Bentley truck it +Let's go +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Multi-millionaire ('Aire) +Multi-millionaire (Ooh) +If you rich, put your bust down in the air (Bust down) +Multi-millionaire (Yeah) +Multi-millionaire (Huh?) +I just got 30 pints shipped through the mail (30) +Multi-millionaire ('Aire) +Multi-millionaire (Ooh) +Multi-millionaire (Yeah) +Multi-millionaire (Damn) +If you rich, put your bust down in the air (Bust down) +I just got 30 pints shipped through the mail (30) + +[Outro] +Multi-millionaire +Multi-millionaire +Multi-millionaire +Multi-millionaire +If you rich, put your bust down in the air +I just got 30 pints shipped through the mail6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Whitney[Intro] +Captain Crunch presents +Ooh, Lil Pump +Brr +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat +Ayy, ayy + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Bring ten bitches to the back +Whippin' up Whitney, boy, how you do that, ooh +Bring ten bitches to the back +Whippin' up Whitney, boy, how you do that, ooh +Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh +Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh +Damn, I went and flexed like this +Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh +I can't wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh +I can't wife no thot, damn, bitch I'm sippin' Wok, damn +And I'm off this Xan, damn, this will never stop, damn + +[Verse 1: Chief Keef] +Hop in a foreign and step on it +Sippin' on good drank, and I got a loaf on +Cops pull me over right now they gon' lock me up +'Cause I got all this smoke on me +And I'm so mothafuckin' inked +Lookin' like the tattoo man just wrote on me +In the all white P1 lookin' like I got a whole bunch of coke on me +Slide down, ride down, I'm the king, bow down +One day smoke a half pound, milkin' up, cash cow +I'm very important, me and my gang don't do pat downs +I bet I fucked yo' bitch, told foenem put the racks out +You know me and gang goin' for the slide +The shit we on finna fly +Yo bitch pointin' up to the sky +She know I got them mob ties +Hammer ridin' 'round with the grass +Hammer ridin' 'round with the cash +Shooters on your ass, ASAP +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Bring ten bitches to the back +Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh +Bring ten bitches to the back +Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh +Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh +Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh +Damn, I went and flexed like this +Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh +I can't wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh +I can't wife no thot, damn, bitch I'm sippin' Wok, damn +And I'm off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn + +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +Damn, Gucci Gang on top +Damn, yo' bitch gave me top +Damn, I just gave that bitch some dick and took her to the block +Damn, pull up, drop top 'Rari +Ooh, my bitch off a molly +Ooh, I just gave that bitch some perc and now she actin' thottie +Ooh, ten bands on my neck +Ooh, I just love to flex +Yeah, off four xans Rick Rubin on a jet, wrists so cold, wrists so wet +Lil Pump do be runnin' that check +Wrists so cold, wrists so wet +Lil Pump do be runnin' that check +Wrists so cold, wrists so wet +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Bring ten bitches to the back +Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh +Bring ten bitches to the back +Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh +Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh +Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh +Damn, I went and flexed like this +Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh +I can't wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh +I can't wife no thot, damn, bitch I'm sippin' Wok, damn +And I'm off this xan, damn, this will never stop4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Obama[Intro] +Diablo murder +Ayy +Mama miaaaaaa + +[Chorus] +Trapper of the century (Lil Pump) +Trapper of the century (Lil Pump) +Trapper of the century (Lil Pump, Lil Pump) +Trapper of the century (Ayy) +Obama (Ayy), Obama (What?) +Obama (What?), Obama (Ayy) +Obama (Ooh), Obama (Ooh) +Obama (Yeah), Obama +Trapper of the century (Ooh) +Trapper of the century (Lil Pump) +Trapper of the century (Ooh) +Trapper of the century (Ayy) +Obama (Ayy), Obama (What?) +Obama (What?), Obama (Ooh) +Obama (Ooh), Obama (Ooh) +Obama (Ooh), Obama + +[Verse] +I sell crack on PayPal (PayPal), just like Obama (Obama) +Fiji diamonds on my wrist, I fuck yo' mama (Brr) +Obama told me "Lil Pump, boy, you moving bricks" (Oh my god) +I walk around my teacher office and I'm hitting licks (I'm hitting licks) +Trapper of the century (Woo), boy, that's Lil Pump (Pump) +They always kick me out of school 'cause I'm selling drugs (Brr, brr) +[Chorus] +Trapper of the century (Lil Pump) +Trapper of the century (Lil Pump) +Trapper of the century (Lil Pump, Lil Pump) +Trapper of the century (Ayy) +Obama (Ayy), Obama (What?) +Obama (What?), Obama (Ayy) +Obama (Ooh), Obama (Ooh) +Obama (Yeah), Obama +Trapper of the century (Ooh) +Trapper of the century (Lil Pump) +Trapper of the century (Ooh) +Trapper of the century (Ayy) +Obama (Ayy), Obama (What?) +Obama (What?), Obama (Ooh) +Obama (Ooh), Obama (Ooh) +Obama (Ooh), Obama11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +At the Door[Intro] +Ooh, Big Head on the beat +Lil Pump +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +This is CB's beats + +[Chorus] +I be, I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door + +[Verse] +I got junkies at the door +I could serve you two for four +I could serve you couple Xans +I could feed your bitch some coke +Yeah, my Uzi automatic +Make your grandma do a backflip +Yeah, that .45 do that magic +Yeah, my wrist do that gymnastics +Got a bust down on my wrist +It look like I took a piss +So you cannot tell me shit +Make your auntie do a flip +Yeah, I'm drinkin' Molly water +While I'm fuckin' on your daughter +Bitch, I'm bustin' at your father +Call me Lil Pump Vince Carter +[Chorus] +I be, I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door + +[Outro] +I be drip, I be drip, I be drip +I be, I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fasho Fasho[Intro: Lil Pump] +CB on the beat +Ayy, um, you got some drank? +Shoo, shoo (Shoo, shoo) +Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah +Huh? +Fasho' + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +We serve a pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) +I'm 17 and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) +Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) +Wake up, I pour up a four (Chyeah, ooh, huh) +I gave your daughter some coke (Uh) +This is the way that it go (Chyeah, chyeah) +Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +Straight bitches comin' fasho', fasho' +Don't pay for pussy, fasho', fasho' +No, I don't want her, she ugly and broke (Woo) +Unlimited drip fasho' (Wow) +Wake up, I pour up a four (Chyeah, ooh, brr) +I gave your daughter some coke (Brr, uh, huh?) +This is the way that it go (It go) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Unlimited drip for life (Drip) +I got twenty bitches, I got twenty pints (Ooh, pints) +Send a bitch home on a bike (Woo) +Uh, she show her pussy on Skype (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) +APs on APs on APs (APs) +I nut in every bitch, I got like eight babies (Eight babies, ooh) +I left a bitch, I left a bitch (Who?) +Because she drive a Mercedes (Goddamn) +Wake up, then I go to the bank (Bank) +Stand on the table, I make it rain (Damn) +We with your wife, we just ran a train (Wife) +Pop so much Molly, I think I damaged my brain (Woo) +Sippin' on drank while I switch lanes (Switch lanes) +Iced out Rollie with a big face (Iced out) +Shawty wanna know how my dick taste (Woo) +Dick slap a bitch, it's a good day (Good day) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Offset] +Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +We serve a pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) +I'm 17 and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) +Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) +Wake up, I pour up a four (Chyeah, ooh, huh) +I gave your daughter some coke (Uh) +This is the way that it go (Chyeah, chyeah) +Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +Straight bitches comin' fasho', fasho' +Don't pay for pussy fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +No, I don't want her, she ugly and broke (Nah) +Unlimited drip fasho' (Drip) +Wake up, I pour up a four (Chyeah, fasho') +I gave your daughter some coke (Uh, hey, hey) +This is the way that it go (It go, Offset) +[Verse 2: Offset] +Sippin' on mud, the diamonds crusted, luxury (Luxury) +Bust, my Audemar cuts me (Bust me) +You touch me, shoot out your gut, leak (Brr) +Baguettes, they wet, they slippery ('Guettes) +It's a gift in me, it's comin' weekly (Gift) +Walk around like a zombie kicked in to me (Uh) +Percy, the codeine, the Adam, Eve (What) +Yeah, fasho', on the low with your main ho (On the low) +For the show, yeah, we close to a M though (M) +She on Molly, and I fuck her on her tiptoes +Thot, thot, thot, thot, we don't kiss those (Thot, thot, thot) +Wrist watch, no watch, quarter milli', woah (Wrist watch) +Lamborghini truck, inside Crisco (Woo, woo, woo) +Hey, get her out the way, we don't miss hoes +Your bitch wanna hit me, she a nympho (She wanna fuck me) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +We serve a pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) +I'm 17 and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) +Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) +Wake up, I pour up a four (Chyeah, ooh, huh) +I gave your daughter some coke (Uh) +This is the way that it go (Chyeah, chyeah) +Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') +Straight bitches comin' fasho', fasho' +Don't pay for pussy, fasho', fasho' +No, I don't want her, she ugly and broke (Woo) +Unlimited drip fasho' (Wow) +Wake up, I pour up a four (Chyeah, ooh, brr) +I gave your daughter some coke (Brr, uh, huh?) +This is the way that it go (It go)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pinky Ring[Intro: Rick Ross, Lil Pump] +Illa +We finna make history (Uh) +Carol City in this m'fucka (What, ooh) +Lil Pump, what's up? (Lil Pump, brrt, yuu, brrt, yuu) +I started right where you at, nigga (Ooh, brrt, brrt) +Fifty million later, ya hear me? (Fyut, ayy, ooh) +Whoa (Yuu, Lil Pump, ooh) +Maybach Music + +[Verse 1: Rick Ross] +All the hoes wanna suck dick, all the hoes wanna fuck me +All the niggas wanna hate, though- get whacked in the front seat +FaceTime when she topless, can't post all the choppas +Dade County where I came from, no room for imposters +Cocaine on the stovetop- yayo up, won't lie +Fast break like a b-ball, bullet hole like a Donut +Bel-Air for the new crib, Bel-Air for the black bottom +Bel-Air my new old school, gettin' out like I'm John Gotti +Fuck nigga don't want none, goin' bad like I'm on somethin' +Fifty grand for the new watch, rob me and I won't run +Window on the photo, call her up on the polo +Everybody still gang-gang but your ass die solo +Everybody die solo, everybody die solo +Everybody die solo, everybody die solo +[Interlude: Lil Pump] +Bang +Lil Pump, ooh, ayy + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring (Ooh) +Walk in the club with a diamond chain (Brr) +Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring +Walk in the club with a diamond chain (What) +Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring (Pinky ring) +Pinky ring, pinky ring (Ooh) +Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring (Pinky ring) +Pinky ring, pinky ring (Ooh) + +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +I fuck your bitch in some Gucci loafers (Brr) +I bust a nut in her Louis sofa (Louis) +VVS all on my diamond choker (Ooh) +I crashed the Porsche and I crashed the Rover (Brr) +I told my mama I'm sorry, ooh +I think I just popped a Molly, yeah +I think I'm whippin' up Whitney (Huh, huh, huh) +I'm whippin' up Whitney, I turn into Scotty, ooh +Lil Pump in Maserati, ooh +Lil Pump ain't got no license, yeah +I fuck a bitch, I ain't wifin', ooh +Bite a bitch ear like Mike Tyson, yeah +[Verse 3: Smokepurpp] +Ho, I got lean in my backpack (Backpack) +MAC-11 turned to a Big Mac (Blat, blat, blat) +Niggas gettin' pulled like a thumb tack (Woo) +Let me get the pen, hit a Chase bank (Chase bank) +Niggas want beef, we got that +And I got water on me like Flapjack (Water, water, water) +Came in the club with a big rack +Bitch, I'm off the lean and I'm doin' up the zig-zags (Skrr, skrr, skrr) +Pinky ring, diamond ring +Fuck up the pot with like ten chains (Skrr, skrr, skrr) +Hood rich, bitch, I don't need fame (What) +Pull up on your bitch in an airplane (Skrr) +I just got brand new shoes (Ooh) +All day zap up, crash the coupe (God damn) +And I brought a dog in the club, too (Majestic) +Everything I buy, I gotta buy two + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring (Ooh) +Walk in the club with a diamond chain (Brr) +Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring +Walk in the club with a diamond chain (What) +Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring (Pinky ring) +Pinky ring, pinky ring (Ooh) +Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring (Pinky ring) +Pinky ring, pinky ring (Ooh) +[Outro: Lil Pump] +Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring +Walk in the club with a diamond chain +Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring +Walk in the club with a diamond chain +Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring +Pinky ring, pinky ring +Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring +Pinky ring, pinky ring5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drop Out[Intro] +D-D-Diablo +Harverd Dropout, bitch +Ooh, yeah + +[Chorus] +Ooh +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist, ooh (Brrr) +Dropped out for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Huh) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Yeah, ooh) +Dropped out, and I ain't never had a job (Wow) +Dropped out, knew I was gonna be a star (Yeah) +Dropped out, used to go to Harvard off a bar (Damn) +Dropped out, now I'm richer than your mom (Huh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Ooh ooh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Brrr, ooh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Huh) +Dropped out for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Yeah) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Wow) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Brrr) + +[Verse] +Dropped out as a tenth grader (Yeah) +Why chase a bitch when I got paper? (Why) +Hit it from the back, 'til I broke the table (Brrr) +Still free agent, I just left the label (Yeah) +CEO, do what I say so +If not, I'ma cut his payroll (Huh) +Lunch lady give me dirty Faygo +Still riding dirty even if my case closed +Used to hotbox the bathroom at school (Brrr) +Go high every day, number one rule (Yeah) +Used to walk, now I got a drop top (Huh) +Stop talking to me, I don't fuck with you (Nope) +Bought a bust down 'fore I learned how to write (Wow) +I ain't learn shit, but I'm flooded with ice (Ice) +Teacher mad at me, 'cause she knew I was right (Yeah) +I been poppin' pills, sippin' drank all night +[Chorus] +Ooh +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Brrr) +Dropped out for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Huh) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Yeah, ooh) +Dropped out, and I ain't never had a job (Wow) +Dropped out, knew I was gonna be a star (Yeah) +Dropped out, used to go to Harvard off a bar (Damn) +Dropped out, now I'm richer than your mom (Huh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Ooh ooh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Brrr, ooh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Huh) +Dropped out for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Yeah) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Wow) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Brrr) + +[Outro] +By the way kids, stay in school2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Foreign[Intro] +Ooh, yeah, huh? (Brr) +Ooh, Lil Pump, Lil Pump (Brr) +Ooh (Yeah!) + +[Chorus] +I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars +I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars +Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars +I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar +I ride foreign cars, ooh, I ride foreign cars, ooh +I ride foreign cars, yeah, I ride foreign cars, ooh +Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars +I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar + +[Verse] +Pull up to the strip, ooh, bust down on my wrist, yeah +What's yo' birthday wish? Huh, bitch, come suck my dick, ooh +I don't ask her questions, I'm the youngest flexin' +Lil Pump a blessin', I could teach you lessons +Pull up to a party, ooh, and I'm off a molly, damn +I'ma prolly fuck yo daughter 'cause she hella thottie +Swervin' Maserati's, bitches in the lobby +Bitch, I'm choppin' up a brick like I know karate + +[Chorus] +I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars +I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars +Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars +I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar +I ride foreign cars, ooh, I ride foreign cars, ooh +I ride foreign cars, yeah, I ride foreign cars, ooh +Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars +I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life Like Me[Intro] +Yeah, Lil Pump +You ain't livin' life like me +Nope, yeah, ayy, Lil Pump (Brr) +(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat) +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh + +[Chorus] +You ain't livin' life like me +Walk with a hundred bands in my jeans (Yeah) +VVS diamonds drippin' on my ring +Spend a half a mil' on jewelry (Yeah) +You ain't livin' life like me (Ooh, nope) +You ain't livin' life like me (Brr, yeah) +You ain't livin' life like me (Yeah) +You ain't livin' life like me +You ain't livin' life like me +Walk with a hundred bands in my jeans +VVS diamonds drippin' on my ring +Spend a half a mil' on jewelry (Brr, yeah) +You ain't livin' life like me, nope +You ain't livin' life like me, yeah +You ain't livin' life like me, yeah +You ain't livin' life like me, yeah + +[Verse] +You ain't livin' life like me +I just bought me a new Patek Phillipe (Brr) +I wear two bustdowns even when I sleep (Ooh) +No, I cannot tell you the recipe, yeah +I got Givenchy my shoes, yeah +We got more money than you (Brr), yeah +Pull up in a Transformer coupe (Ooh), ooh +Tenth grade, yeah, I dropped out of school (Yeah) +Dropped twenty racks in the Gucci store, yeah (Brr) +Let me call my plug Julio (Woo) +She ate my dick like some cheerios (Yeah) +Kick that bitch out, yeah, she gotta go, yeah (Ooh) +My diamonds drippin', ayy (Brr) +I do not give a fuck 'bout your opinion, yeah (Nope) +Ballin', I'm pimpin', yeah (Ooh) +Pour me a deuce, bitch, you know I be sippin' (Ooh, brr), yeah +[Chorus] +You ain't livin' life like me +Walk with a hundred bands in my jeans (Yeah) +VVS diamonds drippin' on my ring +Spend a half a mil' on jewelry (Yeah) +You ain't livin' life like me (Ooh, nope) +You ain't livin' life like me (Brr, yeah) +You ain't livin' life like me (Yeah) +You ain't livin' life like me +You ain't livin' life like me +Walk with a hundred bands in my jeans +VVS diamonds drippin' on my ring +Spend a half a mil' on jewelry (Brr, yeah) +You ain't livin' life like me, nope +You ain't livin' life like me, yeah +You ain't livin' life like me, yeah +You ain't livin' life like me, yeah4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Off White[Intro] +Off-White, alright, yeah (Off-White, yeah) +Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump +Yeah (Thank you, Fizzle) + +[Chorus] +Off-White, alright +Off-White, alright (Alright) +Pop a Xan, goodnight (Ooh) +She kept lookin' at my ice (Yeah) +Off-White, alright (Woah) +Off-White, alright (Yeah) +Pop a Xan, goodnight (Hoo) +She kept lookin' at my ice (Bang) +Off-White, alright (Bang-bang) +Off-White, alright +Off-White, alright (Ooh) +Off-White, alright (Ooh) +Pop a Xan, goodnight (Yuh) +She kept lookin' at my ice (Huh?) +Off-White, alright +Off-White (Huh?), white rice (Yuh) + +[Verse] +White rice, Fortnite, pew, pew, pew, pew, red light (Pew) +And my baby mama with the opps, bitches on site (Pew, pew, pew, pew) +What you got? Big racks (Racks) +That's your mom? I'll hit that (Hit that) +Ever since I started sippin' lean, I lost my six pack (Six pack) +Woo, where iCarly at? Woo, where the party at? +Ooh (Ooh), I got party pack +I'm dyslexic but I rap (Yuh, yuh, yuh) +Damn, I'm whippin' up Sam (Sam) +And I got this Mexican that sell a lot of grams (A lot of kilo) +[Chorus] +Hey, Off-White, alright +Off-White, alright (Alright) +Pop a Xan, goodnight (Ooh) +She kept lookin' at my ice (Yeah) +Off-White, alright (Woah) +Off-White, alright (Yeah) +Pop a Xan, goodnight (Hoo) +She kept lookin' at my ice (Bang) +Off-White, alright (Bang-bang) +Off-White, alright +Off-White, alright (Ooh) +Off-White, alright (Ooh) +Pop a Xan, goodnight (Yuh) +She kept lookin' at my ice (Huh?) +Off-White, alright +Off-White (Huh?), white rice (Yuh) + +[Outro] +Pew +(Hey Fizzle, you goin' crazy)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +ION[Intro] +Oh well, I shot a nigga +I don't eat food, we drug addicts +CB on the beat, CB on the beat +D-D-Diablo + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) +I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) +Left wrist cost a Bentley coupe (Ooh) +Drop ten Xans in Wonton soup (Huh?) +Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Yeah) +I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) +Ask my teacher, "What that neck do?" +Smoke a whole pound to the face in the stu' (Damn) +I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) +I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) +I don't need you, I don't need school (Huh?) +I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) +Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Ooh) +I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) +Ask my teacher, "What that neck do?" (Ooh) +Smoke a whole pound to the face in the stu' + +[Verse 1: Smokepurpp] +Purpp getting money like a Jew +Choppa on me, get smoked like a Juul (Toot, toot, toot, too) +Ooh, ooh, huh? +Fuck a nigga bitch in the back of the coupe (Back of the coupe) +Fours in my cup, it's two times two (Huh?) +Poured up a 16 inside the pool (Drank) +In the trap with a junkie here, tried it, dog food (Huh?) +And I give it to my aunt she can come through +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +Smoke a whole pound and I'm on probation (Ooh) +Fuck a nigga bitch, then I left her in the basement (Huh?) +Pop ten Xans and I'm on vacation (Yeah) +Got your mom whipping up dope, butt naked (Ooh) +Popped three Percs, I forgot I graduated (Damn) +And I'm a junkie, bitch, you gotta face it (Ooh) +And I gave lean to a newborn baby (Yeah) +I don't need therapy, bitch, I ain't crazy (No) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) +I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) +Left wrist cost a Bentley coupe (Ooh) +Drop ten Xans in Wonton soup (Huh?) +Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Yeah) +I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) +Ask my teacher, "What that neck do?" +Smoke a whole pound to the face in the stu' (Damn) +I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) +I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) +I don't need you, I don't need school (Huh?) +I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) +Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Ooh) +I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) +Ask my teacher, "What that neck do?" (Ooh) +Smoke a whole pound to the face in the stu' +[Verse 3: Lil Pump] +I was on house arrest (House arrest) +Then I got out and I hopped on a private jet (Ooh) +Got your bitch pussy wet (Yeah) +Got your bitch pussy soaked just like a water bed (Wow) +I be in the trap (Ooh) +Stay in the trap even if I won the lottery (Huh?) +You pop one bean? (Yeah) +I pop five 'cause I got high tolerance + +[Verse 4: Smokepurpp] +I, I was locked up in New York with a Perc (Huh?) +Cup so muddy, it came from the dirt (Huh?) +Take a nigga main and he say "Yes sir" (Purpp) +Shoot her head lead, make a fuck nigga jerk (Toot, toot, toot, too) +Hu-Huh? Wait (Lil Purpp) +Lil Purpp on the molly, fuck your bitch in the face (Molly) +Niggas gon' hate (Hate) +I'm in a Wraith, counting bands out of state (Shmoney) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) +I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) +Left wrist cost a Bentley coupe (Ooh) +Drop ten Xans in Wonton soup (Huh?) +Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Yeah) +I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) +Ask my teacher, "What that neck do?" +Smoke a whole pound to the face in the stu' (Damn) +I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) +I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) +I don't need you, I don't need school (Huh?) +I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) +Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Ooh) +I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) +Ask my teacher, "What that neck do?" (Ooh) +Smoke a whole pound to the face in the stu'7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pose to Do[Intro: French Montana, Quavo, Lil Pump, & Smokepurpp] +D-Diego +Huh? +You know who it is, we ahead that +(Lil Purpp) +Lil Pump (Huh? Haan?) +(Bless yo trap) +Montana (Huh?) +Mally Mall + +[Chorus: Quavo] +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Yeah) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Yeah) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, two) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Yeah) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Yeah) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, two) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +What I'm supposed to do? (Do) +Pick 'em by the two (Two) +Smellin' like gelato (Gelato) +When I'm walkin' through +Surrounded by some scammer bitches, but I want you (Ooh) +Space coupe, UFO, take off, vroom (Vroom) +Chopper bite, achoo (Achoo) +Dropped 30 on some shoes (Ooh, ooh) +Fuck you and your crew (Your crew) +Panties on the roof (Doo, doo) +I took you to Calabasas and now I like you (I do) +My bitch cannot wear no UGG's, she got Chanel boots (Chanel) +All these lambos in my driveway, what I'm supposed to do? (Do) +How I'm supposed to move? (Move) +Let me play with your cooch (Yo' cooch) +Bitches in my room and I left them for you (For you) +She might be a thot but I'm a thot too (Ooh, ooh) +[Chorus: Quavo, French Montana, & Lil Pump] +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, two) (Yeah) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Two) (Ayy Pump, we out here, Montana!) + +[Verse 2: French Montana & Quavo] +Bad bitches all around me, hundred acres keep me grounded (Grounded) +Phantom speedin' through Calabasas, like Robert Downey (Ooh, Haan) +Hottest in my town, talk the sauce, fuckin' drowing (Yeah, Haan) +Turn into the max until he free Max out the county, haan +I got choppas that'll lift up 30 bouncers (Yeah) +Talk the drip, sell it bottled up in 20 ounce +Drip, drip, drip, yeah, 30 fountains (Migos) +30 birds, like the Falcons +Number one in 30 countries (Haan) +I need two-piece and a disc (Disc) +Groupies and a mistress (Mistress) +Chain piece, like a district (District) +On two-piece gettin' lifted (Lifed) +Nigga, I'm the truth, coupe lookin' like a torpedo +Carlito's way, and got the album on the way, Montana! (Whoo) +[Chorus: Quavo & French Montana] +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Huh? Haan?) +What I'm supposed to do? (Haan?) +I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (Two) +I'm surrounded by bad bitches, but I only want two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, two) + +[Outro: Quavo] +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a) +I want a two-piece (I really want a, ooh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +TAKE[Intro] +Damn son, where'd you find this +Wait, hold up, ayy man +We got Smokepurpp in this motherfucker +We got Lil Pump in this motherfucker +Ayy, hold up, wait, ayy, ayy + +[Chorus] +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Woah) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (Woo) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (Woo) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (Woo) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (What?) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (What?) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (Okay) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (What?) +Wait, wait (Oh) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (What?) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Okay) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Yuh) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Okay) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Ooh) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Ooh-ooh) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Okay) + +[Verse] +Bitch, I sell crack in playgrounds (Playgrounds) +Hunnid round gon' make you lay down (Brr) +I sell crack on PayPal (PayPal), I sip Wock and lay down (Lay down) +Maserati, flexing every day (What?), Fiji diamonds all up in my chain (Fiji) +Take a nigga bitch like John McCain (John McCain) +Fuck that pussy nigga John McCain (Fuck him) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie +Take a nigga bitch to the Wingstop +Take a nigga bitch to the Wingstop +Take a nigga bitch to the movie +[Interlude] +Lil Water, drag that bitch by the elbow, mane, ayy + +[Chorus] +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Woah) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (Woo) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (Woo) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (Woo) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (What?) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (What?) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (Okay) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie, ooh (What?) +Wait, wait (Oh) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (What?) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Okay) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Yuh) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Okay) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Ooh) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Ooh-ooh) +Take a nigga bitch to the movie (Okay)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Had[Intro] +Ayy, Lil Water drag that bitch by the elbow +Gang, okay + +[Chorus] +Lil Pump had the lil' pump, lil' pump, lil' pump +Lil Pump had the lil' pump, I slap her in her neck (Okay) +Lil Pump had the lil' pump, lil' pump, lil' pump +Lil Pump had the lil' pump, I slap her in her neck (Oowee) + +[Verse] +Lil Pump, I'm flexin' hard, flexin' hard, flexin' hard +Bitch, I got blue hair and I'm looking like an Avatar +My loud pack smell like fish tank +My Backwoods filled with dumb stank +I can't fuck with you, 'cause I know that all you niggas stains +My grandma selling loud pack and she selling Cocaine +She run up on your block and she'll shoot you in the fuckin' brain +I was always known as the nigga that was selling Crack +Now I'm at the top with your mama posted in the trap + +[Chorus] +Lil Pump had the lil' pump, lil' pump, lil' pump +Lil Pump had the lil' pump, I slap her in her neck (Okay) +Lil Pump had the lil' pump, lil' pump, lil' pump +Lil Pump had the lil' pump, I slap her in her neck (Okay)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ignorant[Intro] +Alright, put the money in the bag, PUT IT IN! + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, bitch 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I pull up on my teacher and I'm ignorant +If she acting slick then I let that .30 spit +I pull up on your momma house and slap her with my dick +I feel like Randy Orton every time I flip a brick +Young nigga trappin', swervin' in a foreign whip +I be posted, selling crack and hitting hella licks +Diamonds white and they looking like a crack rock +Lil Pump I be posted in the trap spot + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, bitch 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +[Verse 2: Smokepurpp] +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Trapper of the century, I be flipping packs +Bullets flying faster than a running back +Make a nigga backflip like an acrobat +We the youngest niggas posted in the trap +Chain lemonade like it's Minute Maid +I'ma smack your bitch if she misbehave +I've been counting Gualla, I've been getting paid +A thousand five-hundred is my feature rate +I just dropped off my senior year (Fuck that shit) +I just dropped another rack on foreign gear, then I dropped another rack on my ear +Lil Water I've been trapping all year + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, bitch 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gucci Gang (Spanish Remix)[Intro: Lil Pump] +Yuh, ooh, prr, prr +Gucci gang, ooh +(That's it right there, Gnealz) +Yuh, Lil Pump, yuh +Gucci gang, ooh +(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat) +Yuh, prr + +[Coro: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Prr; yuh) +I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh) +Rather go and buy Balmains (Prr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Prr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Prr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +[Verso 1: Bad Bunny] +Serpiente' de cascabele', cabrone', hay nivele' +Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah +Ya no son seta', son L, ah +Con este phillie ya van dos (Dos), me tiran to' los bandos (¡Brr!) +Y yo con puta' chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡Uh!) +Yeh, están pa' los tiempo' y latarle lo' Dickies (¡Dickies!) +Tu jeva llama pa' krippy (¡Krippy!) +Bellaca, me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky) +Yeh, el sushi se come con palo' Supreme (Ah-ah) +A la cama le agotamo' el spring (Huh) +No sea' chota, no me tire' screenshots (¡No!) +Capsuleando en el tapón (¡Wuh!) +Gucci gang y a vece' Louis Vuitton +Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon +Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón, dímelo, Lil Pump (¡Yeh!) +La cartera con la' avispa' (Prr), la Uzi que bota chispa, (¡brr!) +Y otro se fue de la lista + +[Puente: Bad Bunny] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeh +Tengo una nota cabrona, yeh +Dios proteja mis neurona', ah +Chingando por Barcelona, wuh +Blanquita, pero culona +El bicho me lo lesiona (Hah) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh +[Coro: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) + +[Verso 2: J Balvin] +Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano) +Botella 'e champaña en mi mano (En mi mano) +A vece', hasta perdiendo gano +Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (Plano, plano) +No juego fútbol (Wuh) +Pero llego a Madrid y me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano) +Fui el artista de Obama este año +Y eso que, en verdad, no soy ni americano (Wuh) +Del Maybach pa'l avión se siente cabrón +Cobrar pa' mí ya es diversión (Ching) +Gucci el pantalón +Y si quiere' un auspicio, háblame de un millón (Million) +Dinero como un talibán (Ah) +Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustede' van (Ping) +Quieren comprar, pero no les da +Si no tienes todo Gucci, no eres Gucci gang (Gang) +Tantas modelo' que ya parezco una revista (Yeh) +Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta ('Tá bloquea'; wuh, wuh) +Solamente sé realista ('Tamos claro') +Tú no ere' Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista' (Jaja) +[Coro: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) + +[Verso 3: Lil Pump] +My lean cost more than your rent, ooh (It do) +Your momma still live in a tent, yuh (Brr) +Still slangin' dope in the 'jects, huh? (Yeah) +Me and my grandma take meds, ooh (Huh?) +None of this shit be new to me (Nope) +Fuckin' my teacher, call it tutoring (Yuh) +Bought some red bottoms, cost hella Gs (Huh?) +Fuck your airline, fuck your company (Fuck it!) +Bitch, your breath smell like some cigarettes (Cigarettes) +I'd rather fuck a bitch from the projects (Yuh) +They kicked me out the plane off a percocet (Brr) +Now Lil Pump flyin' private jet (Yuh) +Everybody scream: "Fuck WestJet" (Fuck 'em) +Lil Pump still sell that meth (Yuh) +Hunnid on my wrist, sippin' on Tech (Brr) +Fuck a lil' bitch, make her pussy wet (What?) + +[Coro: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Yuh) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Prr) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Huh?) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Yuh) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Prr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Huh?) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang + +[Puente 2: Ozuna] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +La corta la guardo en el M6 +Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Yo nunca le bajo, pa' ustede' no hay break +Y con el AK te hacemo' el fade + +[Verso 4: Ozuna] +Hoy se viste Gucci to' la banda +Y hay un pa'l de loco' que hay que darle una parranda +Yo los dejo, dicen que ello' mandan +Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan +Porque tú puede' frontear lo que tú quiera' +Hasta los panas mío' visten Gucci allá adentro en la nevera +Veinte pa' los topo' 'e las escalera' +Tú le' preguntaste y te dijeron: "Ozu', el nene 'e la disquera" +Gucci gang, los mío' es pa' alante, nunca se van +Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diaman- +Que me vieron las babys y se moja'n +Yo les canto bonito y si hay que darle', se le da, tú lo sabe' que + +[Puente 3: Ozuna] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +La corta la guardo en el M6 +Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Yo nunca le bajo, pa' ustede' no hay break +Y con el AK te hacemo' el fade + +[Coro: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Yuh) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Prr) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Huh?) +Rather go and buy Balmains (Yuh) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Prr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Huh?) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stripper Name[Intro] +Talkin' 'bout me +Yeah, yeah, yeah +(Thank You Fizzle) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Let me tell you somethin' 'bout me (Me) +Thick white bitch sitting in the front seat (Yeah) +Ridin' 'round, 488 'Rari (Woo) +Sippin' on drank while I'm on a jetski (Yeah, ooh) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Name) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Ooh) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Patricia) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Got a stripper bitch named Alexis (Alexis) +Fucked her in Miami, but I left her in Texas +Now she actin' reckless (Huh?) +And she almost fainted 'cause the diamonds on my necklace +And I went to court with a stripper (Stripper) +Popped two Oxys, I feel like Derek Fisher +She say that my bust down look like a blizzard +I just took Viagra and it turned me to a wizard +Who that bitch over there? (Huh?) +Tell her come here, suck my dick in a chair (Chair) +Put her in a headlock, she said she need air +Made a broke bitch cry, Lil Pump don't really care-are +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Let me tell you somethin' 'bout me (Me) +Thick white bitch sitting in the front seat (Yeah) +Ridin' 'round, 488 'Rari (Woo) +Sippin' on drank while I'm on a jetski (Yeah, ooh) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Name) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Ooh) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Patricia) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Uh, name) + +[Verse 2: YG] +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Name) +I don't like hair on that pussy, I want it plain (I want it plain) +Girl, in the party, don't be dancin' like that (Like that) +Yeah, that's dick that you're feelin' on your back (That's fick) +Boom shaka laka, boom shaka laka, boom (Boom) +Noises from the room when I do what I do (Do) +Zoom shaka laka, zoom shaka laka, zoom (Zoom) +Gone in 60 seconds how I leave when I'm through +I got a bitch named Neisha, yeah, she down to fuck (She down to fuck) +And I don't do doo-doo, so I don't do the butt (Do the butt) +Swallow your pride, and swallow this nut +She said, "Take me on a trip," take this dick and shut up + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & 2 Chainz] +Let me tell you somethin' 'bout me (Me) +Thick white bitch sitting in the front seat (Yeah) +Ridin' 'round, 488 'Rari (Woo) +Sippin' on drank while I'm on a jetski (Yeah, ooh) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Name) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Ooh, yeah) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Patricia) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (2 Chainz, name) +[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Lil Pump] +My chick walk around in my Ethika drawers (Drawers) +I drive in the pussy, make a left at the wall (Yeah) +If you know me, you know a necklace involved +I go sit in the car, then I text her, "Come on" +I don't know her name, but I call her "Fat Fat" (Fat) +When she bust it down it make a player back back (Back) +Gotta beat... 21 like blackjack +Baby girl, you get flewed out, what's your Cash App? (Tell 'em) +Got a manicure to play with the clit (Clit) +Walked in the club and brought some rain to this bitch (Drenched) +Rolls truck parked in my establishment (Yeah) +All white, lookin' like an ambulance + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & 2 Chainz] +Let me tell you somethin' 'bout me (Me, yeah) +Thick white bitch sitting in the front seat (Alright, yeah) +Ridin' 'round, 488 'Rari (Yeah, woo) +Sippin' on drank while I'm on a jetski (Yeah, ooh) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Name) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Ooh) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Patricia) +I don't know the bitch, but I know her stripper name (Name) + +[Outro: Lil Pump] +Ayy Fizzle, you goin' crazy +Yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Vroom Vroom Vroom[Intro] +She sit on my, huh +Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom +Yeah, yeah, yeah +She said vroom vroom vroom vroom, ooh, huh? +Oh my god, Ronny +Vroom + +[Chorus] +Vroom vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupe (Yeah) +She gon' flash her titties (Flash 'em), out of the roof (Yeah) +Scoot scoot, scoot scoot scoot scoot (Scoot, scoot) +She gon' fuck on the crew +Who who, who, who is you? (Who?) +I ain't heard of you +Vroom vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupes +Vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupes +I'ma hop out and just shoot you in front of your boo +I got so much guns on me (Bah), I'm in a hotel room (Bah, bah, bah, bah) +[Verse] +You gon' rob me? Hahaha +Bitch, I'm laughing at you (Bitch) +Black Lamborghini look like Batman +It go vroom vroom vroom (Vroom vroom vroom) +Corvette got no ceiling, blowing gas through the roof (Gas) +I got two prostitutes with me at the Fontainebleau (Bitch) +She said that she never seen a chain like this, like this (Yeah) +That's a white bitch, look like Miley Cyrus (Miley, bitch) +Whip in a baby bowl, we cheat some, my wrist look like virus (Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up) +In the trap sellin' clap, they call me your highness (Your highness) +[Chorus] +Vroom vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupe (Yeah) +She gon' flash her titties (Flash 'em), out of the roof (Yeah) +Scoot scoot, scoot scoot scoot scoot (Scoot, scoot) +She gon' fuck on the crew +Who who, who, who is you? (Who?) +I ain't heard of you +Vroom vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupes +Vroom, vroom vroom vroom vroom (Vroom) +Bitch, convertible coupes +I'ma hop out and just shoot you in front of your boo +I got so much guns on me (Bah), I'm in a hotel room (Bah, bah, bah, bah) + +[Outro] +Vroom, vroom vroom vroom +Bitch, yoom yoom, yoom yoom yoom yoom (Yoom) +Bitch, my airplane go yoom yoom yoom yoom (Wow) +Bitch, my wrist like ooh ooh ooh ooh (Ooh) +Vroom1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SLATT[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God & Lil Pump] +Slatt, slatt +Yuh +Slatt +Yuh +Slatt, slatt +Huh? +Thank you, Fizzle +Bitch, huh? + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Ski Mask The Slump God] +Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Ayy, ayy, ayy) +Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Huh? Ayy, ayy, Ooh, okay now) +You ain't fucking slatt (Slatt) +You ain't comin' back (Bitch, huh?) +Avatar Pump (okay), in the back, sippin' Act (Okay, now) +Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Ayy, ayy, Okay, now) +Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Ayy, ayy, Okay, now) +You ain't fucking slatt (Slatt) +You ain't comin' back (Bitch, huh?) +Avatar Pump, in the back, sippin' Act (Okay, now) + +[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God] +Knick-knack, patty-wack, slide shit back +Okay, like, yes, it's from an oyster (Whoa) +Pearls up upon my neck, okay, like, walked up in the Prada +I bought Prada for the set +Okay, like, I know where these dropped +I'm outer space, no super hot +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +I'm in a jet, jet, jet, jet +She finna fuck, slide in because he rich +Ooh, yeah, hit 'em, bitch (Bitch) +AK-47 give a nigga face-lift (Okay) +I'm tryna smash iCarly right now (What?) +Give her Oxycontin, now she tryna pipe down (Damn, hunnid) +Ooh, she fucked on slime in the club +Bitch, you lookin' like an idiot's wife + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Ski Mask The Slump God] +Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Ayy, ayy, ayy) +Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Huh? Ayy, ayy, Ooh, okay now) +You ain't fucking slatt (Slatt) +You ain't comin' back (Bitch, huh?) +Avatar Pump (okay), in the back, sippin' Act (Okay, now) +Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Ayy, ayy, Okay, now) +Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Ayy, ayy, Okay, now) +You ain't fucking slatt (Slatt) +You ain't comin' back (Bitch, huh?) +Avatar Pump, in the back, sippin' Act (Okay, now)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gang Shit[Intro: Lil Pump] +Ayy, ayy, ayy +Pow, pow +Tsu-tsu, pow (pow) +Lil Pump in the cut +Brr (brr) +Ayy + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (gang) +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (gang) +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (gang) +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (pew) +Gang shit, gang shit (pew) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Lil Pump on that gang shit (yuh) +All I know is that gang shit (gang) +I went to school on that gang shit (gang) +I fucked your bitch on that gang shit, on that gang shit (gang) +Young nigga got hella bands (bands) +I go to school just to sell 'em Xans (Xans) +Yeah, I flex with hella bands (flex) +Bitch, you don't understand (nope) +I'm Lil Pump, I'm a trap star (trap) +Ride around in foreign cars (skrrt) +Ride around, flexin' hella hard (flexin') +No, bitch, I don't smoke cigars (nope) +Spent two bands on Percocet (Perc) +I hit my teacher with the fuckin' TEC (brrrah) +Lil Pump, I do it for my set (Lil Pump) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (gang) +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (gang) +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (gang) +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (pew) +Gang shit + +[Verse 2: Ugly God] +I'm disrespectful on some gang shit (gang) +With your bitch, watch me lane switch (gang, gang) +I'm from Houston, Texas, I get stupid, reckless +I'ma wet you up on who you came with (blah) +Lil Pump on the same shit +Gold watch, Johnny Dang shit (Johnny Dang) +Fuck your gang or who you came with (bitch) +I'ma lay that pipe on your main bitch (bitch) +Nigga's salty like a pretzel (pretzel) +Pop a nigga like a vessel (blah) +Stomp a nigga like a pedal (bitch) +All my niggas, disrespectful +She give me face like a freckle (yuh) +Pump the shooter, I'm a fighter (yuh) +Niggas wanna talk beef shit +Bitch, I'm pullin' up just like a diaper (meow) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (gang) +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (gang) +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (gang) +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit +Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (pew) +Gang shit, gang shit (pew)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kung Fu[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God] +Quiet (Keep that, yeah) +Keep this too, haha +Oh, I see you, haha (Water, I see you) +Bitch, um, um, um, ayy +Um (Yeah) + +[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God] +Got juice and I'm clean as a maid, I need a minute, uh +Switch it up, spin that shit on them just like a fidget, uh +Scary diamonds, yeah, I'm all green just like a gremlin, uh +Got a finger on me, like itchy, bitch, I feel dizzy, uh uh +I am popping like bubble in a shark net, uh +Green on me like a nigga, punch him on the neck, uh +Animal but I did not sleep in a barn at night, uh +A cannibal, I eat pussy, and pussy niggas like, "Uh" + +[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & Lil Pump] +Fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smelling it on my nails +Scandic girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" +Uh, fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smelling it on my nails +Scandic girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail (Oh) +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +Bitch, tie my shoe (Uh-huh) +Chopper bite, achoo (Achoo) +Her nipples flash out the roof (The roof) +Wock', drink one pint, I drink two (Two) +Chop a brick up, Kung-Fu (Kung-Fu) +Sticks in the whip when I come through (Pow, pow) +They heard of me, I ain't heard of you (I ain't heard of you) +Rich niggas sellin' crack at a W (Oh) +All my bitches emo (Emo) +Yeah, they like to deep throat (Yeah-yeah) +20K on a Gucci jacket, that's a kilo (God damn) +She suck me up while I eat Hot Cheetos (Suck me up) +Whippin' up dope, like Childish Gambino (Brr) +She's with you but she wanna fuck me though (Me though) +I just hit the plug, bingo (Bingo) +Cost me 300, she bad, bust it (Bust it) +Damn, I just nutted (Oh) +I'm in love with the way she suckin' (Damn) +Pop two Xans, get a head concussion (Brr, Skkrt) +Wrist flooded, just like Usher (Oh) +I'ma light up the function (Whoa) +Fit the bricks in my function (Pow, pow) +Watch Robot Chicken while I'm fuckin'(Yeah) +Trap house got a low budget (Oh) +50 hoes with me, royal rumble (Sheesh) +Baking soda, I got a pile of it (Yeah) +She drive my Lamborghini +Bought another one for no reason (Brr) +Everyone know I'm drug dealing (Oh) +Trap got raided, I went to New Zealand (Yeah-yeah) +[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & Lil Pump] +Uh, fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well (Uh, brr) +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smelling it on my nails (Sheesh) +Scandic girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail (Esketit, water) +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" (Ooh) +Fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well (Yeah, aye, brr) +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smelling it on my nails (Aye) +Scandic girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" (Ooh, yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nu Uh[Intro] +Don't talk to me, nuh-huh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh +Uh-huh, chyeah, ooh, brrt, Lil Pump +Ooh (Danny, I see you) +Ooh (Hehehehe, Misogi) + +[Chorus] +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) +Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) +Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) +What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) +Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) +I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt) +So you know I stay fucked up (Damn) +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah) +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) +Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh) +Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah) +Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh + +[Verse] +Don't talk to me (Brrt) +Smashed your ho, she said you a rookie, uh-huh (Chyeah) +Real drug addict, what up? +Woke up in the morning, wonder how to get fucked up (Ooh) +Swear to God shit won't stop, ten hoes in the yacht +Even got your sister and your mom (Damn) +Still do drugs on house arrest (Ooh) +Bitch, I forgot the day we met (Huh?) +Failed math class, two percent (Two) +Pint of Hi-Tech on my desk (Tech) +I don't like school anyway (Brrt) +Dropped out, made a million dollars next day (Ooh, chyeah) +Yeah, I found my teacher on Backpage (Ooh) +Pop three Xans and I go on a rampage (Damn) +Get geeked up on a Sunday (Chyeah) +Crash the Porsche, left it on the highway (Brrt) +Goddamn, my life's so good (Goddamn) +Grandma sold crack and she still in the hood (Ooh) +Told her ass work 'cause all she do is cook +Learned how to sell crack 'fore I learned to read a book (Wow) +[Chorus] +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) +Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) +Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) +What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) +Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) +I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt) +So you know I stay fucked up (Damn) +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah) +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) +Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh) +Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah) +Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Who Dat[Intro] +CB on the beat +Jetski +Big-ass 40-pointers +Who that? Who that? +Huh, yeah + +[Chorus] +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Who?) +Gucci shirt, Gucci shoes, leather Balmains (Gucci) +Who that? Who that swervin' in a Huracán? (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +Five in the morning, still whippin' cocaine (Cocaine) +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Pump) +Whippin' up dope, sell it in the hallway (Whip, whip it) +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Pump, Pump, Pump) +Whippin' up dope, sell it in the hallway (Ooh, ooh, ooh, whip, whip it) + +[Verse] +In a three-story mansion, flew two bitches in from Dallas (Dallas) +They some bad bitches +Goddamn, I love it when they ratchet (Ratchet) +Smokin' on Tooka in Calabasas (Tooka) +Bitch, I was drippin' before I was rappin' (Drip) +I'm rich as fuck but I don't pay my taxes +Walk in the, walk in the club with a ratchet (Ratchet) +I'm in the club and I act a fool (Fool) +Rich nigga shit, dropped out of school (Huh?) +They think that I'm schizophrenic because of my attitude (Yah, yah) +Bitch, I'm Xanned out, I'm uncomfortable (Uh-uh) +I just woke up, now I'm on the news (Huh?) +We got choppers, we got pounds (Ooh) +Simply ride out the W's (Goddamn) +[Chorus] +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Who?) +Gucci shirt, Gucci shoes, leather Balmains (Gucci) +Who that? Who that swervin' in a Huracán? (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +Five in the morning, still whippin' cocaine (Cocaine) +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Pump) +Whippin' up dope, sell it in the hallway (Whip, whip it) +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Pump, Pump, Pump) +Whippin' up dope, sell it in the hallway (Ooh, ooh, ooh, whip, whip it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Contacto*[Letra de "Contacto" ft. Nesi] + +¡La letra completa estará disponible pronto! + +[Adelanto] + +[Coro: Lil Pump] +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame contact con el talco +Dame contact (Prr), dame-dame contacto (Ey) +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto (Huh?; Lil Pump; prr-prr) +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame contact con el talco + +[Verso: Lil Pump] +Huh?, tú ere' una puta y yo lo sé (Yo lo sé), ey +'Tás buscando que te dé (Que te dé), eh +Pegaíto' a la pare' +Sucia, vamo' a chingar otra ve' (Yeah; prr-prr) +Me llama a FaceTime con la amiga (Skrrt-skrrt) +Vamo' a tener una orgía +¿Qué? Yo la conocí (Huh), yo se la metí +¿Cuándo? El mismo día +Mueve ese culo y te hago rica (Mueve pa' mí) +Mueve ese culo pa' mi combo (Mueve pa' mí) +Mamacita, estás bien rica (¿Qué?; woo) +Y más cuando en la boca te lo pongo (Huh?; huh?) +[Coro: Nesi] +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame contact con el talco +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto (Sí, ya) +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame contact con el talco + +[Verso: Nesi] +Mmm, dame contacto o me salgo +Tú quiere' veni' a perrearme y ya sabe' lo que valgo +Quiere una blanquita chiquita con pelo largo +Pero así no, sin mil, no saben lo que valgo (No) +Labio' rojo' como lollipop +Ven a la mansión mía, mira el Lambo truck +Mmm, todo' Gucci gang with Lil Pump +A la' envidiosa' ni pom, oh— +...mmm, hey, ah +Si soy una puta, no lo sé (No sé) +Pero, papi, ya dejé la spine (Mmm) +Están mordía' porque me elevé (Sí) +Estoy haciendo dinero sin OnlyFans (Mmm; ey) + +[Coro: Nesi] +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto +Dame contact, dame-dame contacto1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +FIJI[Intro] +Fiji water +Ay, pass me the Percs +Ay, pass me the Xans +Ay, Lil Pump, you got Fiji +Where lean at, where lean at +Hell yeah, I got Fiji +Dumb ass bitch, fuck wrong witchu +Where the Fiji at + +[Chorus] +I pour Fiji on her neck +I pour Fiji on her neck +I pour Fiji on her neck +I pour Fiji on her neck +Fiji (what) +Fiji (Fiji), Fiji (what) +Fiji (Fiji), Fiji (what) +Fiji (water) +Fiji (Fiji) Fiji (what) + +[Verse] +I got Fiji on my neck, I got Gucci on my chest +And my grandma sippin' Tech +Off a Xan like Ron Artest +Slice your auntie in the neck +Lil Pump, disrespect +Run up on you with that 40 +Grab your grandma by the neck +(Fiji, Gucci) +[Chorus] +I pour Fiji on her neck +I pour Fiji on her neck +I pour Fiji on her neck +I pour Fiji on her neck +Fiji (what) +Fiji (Fiji), Fiji (what) +Fiji (Fiji), Fiji (what) +Fiji (water) +Fiji (Fiji) Fiji (what)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Mind[Intro] +Thank You Fizzle + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I love bad bitches but they not my problem +I love bad bitches but I don't want they problems +I love bad bitches but I don't love they problems +I love bad bitches but I don't love they problems + +[Refrain: Lil Pump] +I don't mind being all alone +I don't mind being all alone +I don't mind being all alone +I don't mind being all alone + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +She use me as a steppin' stone +I don't mind being all alone +Skin and bones, she a skeleton +Can't have my time, no metronome +She need a stethoscope, so do it like a telescope +I don't wanna text, you can call me on my telephone +I am not a hater, I got love for everyone +I been in a bad mood, don't want talk to anyone + +[Refrain: Lil Pump] +I don't mind being all alone +I don't mind being all alone +I don't mind being all alone +I don't mind being all alone +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I love bad bitches but they not my problem +I love bad bitches but I don't want they problems +I love bad bitches but I don't love they problems +I love bad bitches but I don't love they problems + +[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] +Lean, Percocets, in my bed, I'm missin' your love (Oh, oh) +Cars, money, clothes, all these bitches and they problems +With drugs I allow for 'em (Oh, oh) +I was spendin' money, chasin' you 'fore you just started to do anything +Go one more time but I ain't buyin' your love +Empty it all, I never change, but I can't be dumb forever +I done moved on, took it up to another level +Got no problem with being alone +I've been stayin' strong, gettin' money the best way +And I don't mind finding a nicer woman just to love me +It's on top of my back, I just need to relax +Should have knew for a fact that you wouldn't fuck me +I ain't gotta glow up, I was movin' with racks on me +We just had to thug me +This could be our hood rich story and I don't mind + +[Refrain: Lil Pump] +I don't mind being all alone +I don't mind being all alone +I don't mind being all alone +I don't mind being all alone +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I love bad bitches but they not my problem +I love bad bitches but I don't want they problems +I love bad bitches but I don't love they problems +I love bad bitches but I don't love they problemsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kung Fu (Alternative Version)[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God] +(Ayy Keep That), quiet +(Keep this too), haha +Ooh, I see you, haha (Water, I see you) +Bitch, um, um, um, ayy +Um (Yeah) + +[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God] +Got juice and I'm clean as a maid, I need a minute, uh +Switch it up, spin that shit on them just like a fidget, uh +Scary diamonds, yeah them hoes green just like a gremlin, uh +Got a fingers on me, like itchy, bitch, I feel dizzy, uh, uh +I am popping like bubble in a chatelaine, uh +Green on me like a nigga cut your lawn tonight, uh +Animal but I did not sleep in a barn at night, uh +A cannibal, I eat pussy, and pussy niggas like, "Uh" + +[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & Lil Pump] +Fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smell it on my nails +Skater girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" +Uh, fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smell it on my nails +Skater girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail (Ooh) +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +...multi milliionaire, I fucked her in my crocs + +[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & Lil Pump] +Uh, fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well (Uh, brr) +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smelling it on my nails (Sheesh) +Scandic girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail (Esskeetit, water) +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" (Ooh) +Fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well (Yeah, aye, brr) +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smelling it on my nails (Ayy) +Scandic girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" (Ooh, yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Too Much Ice[Intro: Lil Pump & Quavo] +Gotti, for real +Chyeah, ayy, ayy, brr, chyeah, Lil Pump, chyeah, chyeah +Huncho, Huncho, Huncho, Huncho, ooh, whoa +Ooh, ooh + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch +I'm the youngest flexer out here, know you heard 'bout me, ooh +Bentley coupe, drop top coupe, cost a couple G's, ayy (Huh?) +I get high every day of the fuckin' week, ooh (Oh, shit) +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (Damn) +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me (Ooh) +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me (Chyeah, chyeah) +I'm the youngest flexer out here, know you heard 'bout me, ooh + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Too much ice on me, spent eight hundred bands just last week (Damn) +Drink a pint of Wockhardt when I wanna sleep (Ooh) +Thick booty bitch, all she wanna do is eat (Chyeah) +Went to my jeweler, told a nigga I want everything (Huh?) +Diamond chain, pinky ring, fuck that ho, she acting lame, ayy (Ooh) +Chain looking like damn glacier +Respect Lil Pump like a nigga with the mayor +Bust a nut in your bitch, leave it in her hair (Lil Pump) +Yeah, I flex hard like a nigga don't care (Ooh) +Louis'd down, bust down, yeah, I'm really up now (Huh?) +If he act stupid, tell the bitch get the fuck out (Damn) +Racks on racks, yeah, hangin' out my jeans (Uh) +Spend 20K a day on some lean (Huh?) +Pull up in a 18-wheeler off a bean (Chyeah) +Two bustdowns, yeah, I feel like Charlie Sheen (Ooh) +Every time you see me, ooh, I be dripping, Fiji, yeah +You see me on TV, ooh, and they wanna be me, ayy +Gucci robe on when I wake up, yeah, yeah, yeah +Four gram blunts, I just face 'em, ooh, chyeah, ooh +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Quavo] +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (Chyeah, chyeah) +I'm the youngest flexer out here, know you heard 'bout me, ooh (Damn) +Bentley coupe, drop top coupe, cost a couple G's, ayy (Ooh) +I get high every day of the fuckin' week, ooh (Chyeah, chyeah) +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (Huh? Damn) +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, ooh (Ooh) +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, what? (Chyeah, chyeah) +I'm the youngest flexer out here, know you heard 'bout me, ooh (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo) + +[Verse 2: Quavo] +Look at the ice on me, drippin' (Ice) +Pocket look like I do fitness (Woo) +Put that lil' bitch on a molly (Bitch) +She wanna show me her titties (Yeah) +McLaren, the Benz, the Bentleys (Skrrt) +I bought it to fuck up the engine (Skrrt) +Trappin', wrap it up, send it (Wrap it up) +Uncle still smokin' on midget (Ooh) +Tumble them, tumble them bags (Ooh) +Make more money than your dad (Yeah) +Make more money than your dad (Ooh) +Pass it on 'em like Steve Nash (Pass) +Rick keep spinnin' like Taz (spinnin') +Pop two Percs, then spaz (Perky) +Jump off the stage with the cash +Robbin' the bank, no mask (Uh) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (Ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer out here, know you heard 'bout me, ooh +Bentley coupe, drop top coupe, cost a couple G's, ayy (Huh?) +I get high every day of the fuckin' week, ooh (Oh, shit) +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (Damn) +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me (Ooh) +Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me (Chyeah, chyeah) +I'm the youngest flexer out here, know you heard 'bout me, ooh2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Talibán*[Letra de "Talibán"] + +¡La letra completa estará disponible pronto! +[Adelanto] + +[Coro] +...Toto (Prr) +Toto, toto +Toto, toto, toto +Tengo un rifle talibán (Toto, toto; hu?) +Que dispara y hace tan-tán (Toto, toto; prr) +Pa' romperte to' ese to-to-to-to-to +Pa' romperte to' ese to-to-to-to-to (Hu?) + +[Verso] +Me gusta si ere' sucia...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rick Rubin*[Intro] +Ouu, got four bitches on the Molly (ouu) +Ouu, Lil Pump +Ouu, ouu, yeah, ouu +That's it right there, Gnealz +Ouu, ouu, yeah +Ouu, ouu, yeah, ouu + +[Chorus] +Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh +Got five bitches on the addy', ooh +Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh +Got five bitches on the addy', ooh +Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh +Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh +Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh +Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh +Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh +Got five bitches on the addy', ooh +Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh +Got five bitches on the addy', ooh +Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh +Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh +Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh +Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh +[Verse] +Damn, pop 4 Xans in the back +Damn, 100 on my wrist, still mad +Damn, I just changed my life, ouu +I just fucked your wife, ouu +And it took one night, ouu +Then I took a flight, ouu +Lil Pump love that 'hardt, ouu +Lil Pump love that...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +30's[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I'ma hit a stain, I'ma hit a stain (esskeetit) +Pull up with a .30, I blow out your brain +50 on my wrist, 80 on my chain (whoo) +Let a nigga run, boy he's getting bang (esskeetit) +Bitch I'm with the shits let my pistol hang (whoop) +Posted on the block with my fucking gang (gang) +If you looking goofy bitch that is a stain (stain) +Got that .30 on me, I blow out your brains (whoo) +Boy you know I'm just hanging with the drillas (whoop) +I don't give a fuck cause you know we killas +All my niggas bustin' we been in the street (whoop) +Running with the poles, bitch I got the heat (brrr) +Let a nigga run up then he gonna see (grrr) +Boy I'm balling hard like a three-peat (yeah) +Bitch I got the mags, tell me where you at (esskeetit, where you at) +Up in my lane put you in body bags (yeah nigga) +Boy I ate your bitch like a Big Mac (what) +Niggas talking down man you way wack (yeah) + +[Verse 2: Smokepurpp] +Young nigga be talkin' shit, young nigga whippin' a brick +Young nigga pushin' the whip, I gotta brick in a whip +I might just fuck on this bitch, I might just go hit a lick +Young nigga still with the shit, pop .30, hole in a clip +She know a young got the brick, she gon' come suck on this dick +Young nigga making a hit, I just got a round in my clip +I got Pump Jetski in the fuckin' cut, double cup +Couple bad bitches pourin' up a cup, know what's up +I got shooters and they popping out the cut, nigga, wassup2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +​on larry[Intro] +Ay boy +I put this shit on Larry boy on lil' [?] grave boy, on gang +Larry, Larry +Larry, Larry +Larry, Larry +Larry, Larry + +[Chorus] +I put this shit on Larry, I never fuckin' lie +I put this shit on Larry that I always got the 9 +I put that shit on Larry that I'm never finna die +My name is Lil Pump, bitch I never fuckin' cry +Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry +Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry +Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry +Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry +Yeah I'm fuckin' flexing with your bitch, you know I be like Larry +Flexing with your ho, bitch I just been feelin' like Larry + +[Verse] +Walking to the strip, bitch I'm feeling like I'm Larry +40 on my back, bitch I'm feeling like I'm Gary +My name is Lil Pump and you know I'm selling meth +My name is Lil Pump 'cause I always got the tec +Ok, Lil pump be flexing boy, you know I flex like Larry +Once I hit the dab, I fuck your bitch I feel like Larry +I'm flexing with my teams, all in your hood just like Larry +I just fucked your bitch and the sight look scary +[Chorus] +I put this shit on Larry, I never fuckin' lie +I put this shit on Larry that I always got the 9 +I put that shit on Larry that I'm never finna die +My name is Lil Pump, bitch I never fuckin' cry +Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry +Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry +Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry +Bitch I'm Larry, bitch I'm Larry +Yeah I'm fuckin' flexing with your bitch, you know I be like Larry +Flexing with your ho, bitch I just been feelin' like Larry4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +HelloLyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Brr, brr, damn, Lil Pump + +[Chorus] +They callin' my phone, I'm like, "Hello" (Brr) +They callin' my phone, I'm like, "Hello" (Huh?) +They callin' my phone and it's Metro (Metro) +I'm ballin' so hard like Carmelo (Carmelo) +I'm fuckin' your bitch on the L-O (Brr) +They callin' my phone, I'm like hello (Hello) +They callin' my phone, I'm like hello (Brr) +They callin' my phone and it's Metro +They callin' my phone and it's Metro (They calling my phone...) +I'm ballin' so hard like Carmelo +I'm ballin' so hard like Carmelo (Brr) +I'm fuckin' your bitch on the L-OEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yessirskii[Intro: Lil Pump] +CB on the beat +Brr (Ooh) +Yeah +Huh? Jetski +Brr, huh? +Lil Pump, ooh +Lil Pump 2, ooh + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Young Thug] +Hoppin' out the coupe, yessirski (Ooh) +Bought a new chain, yessirski (Yeah, yeah) +Got a new crib, yessirski (Yeah) +Popped a Perc' 30, I'm thirsty (Ooh) +Yessirski (Huh?) +Break a bitch back like a Hershey (Uh, uh) +Yessirski (Brr) +Pourin' up purple like Barney (Yeah, yeah) +Hoppin' out the coupe, yessirski (Ooh) +Bought a new chain, yessirski (Yeah) +Got a new crib, yessirski (Yeah, yeah) +Popped a Perc' 30, I'm thirsty (Brr) +Yessirski (Uh) +Break a bitch back like a Hershey (Brr, uh) +Yessirski (Yeah, yeah) +Pourin' up purple like Barney (Ooh) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Lil Pump Jetski, don't fuck my daughter (Brr) +Elliot dinner (Brr), man, fuck Ben Baller (Hey) +VVS diamonds sittin' on my dog collar (Brr, huh?) +Put 5 hoes in a charger +Damn, been fuck a therapist +I let my hundred round handle it (Ooh, ooh) +8 of Wock' on the way (Woo) +Got a crib in the bay (What?) +She blowin' my phone up (Brr) +She took a whole bean now she ready to throw up (Throw up) +Still trappin' out the Motorola (Woo) +Put some Cialis in the soda (Brr) +I'm in the back of the 'Bach ('Bach) +Hop in the back of the 'Bach, God damn (Ooh) +I got a whole lotta racks (Uh), I got a whole lotta [?] +Whole lotta whips + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Young Thug] +Hoppin' out the coupe, yessirski (Ooh) +Bought a new chain, yessirski (Yeah, yeah) +Got a new crib, yessirski (Yeah) +Popped a Perc' 30, I'm thirsty (Ooh) +Yessirski (Huh?) +Break a bitch back like a Hershey (Uh, uh) +Yessirski (Brr) +Pourin' up purple like Barney (Yeah, yeah) +Hoppin' out the coupe, yessirski (Ooh) +Bought a new chain, yessirski (Yes, yes, yeah) +Got a new crib, yessirski (Yeah, yeah) +Popped a Perc' 30, I'm thirsty (Brr) +Yessirski (Uh) +Break a bitch back like a Hershey (Brr, uh) +Yessirski (Yeah, yeah) +Pourin' up purple like Barney (Slatt) +[Verse 2: Young Thug] +Yessirski, she flirty +She slurp me and love me +Can't swerve me +Her wrist is a birdie +I'm splurgin' like turkeys +I'm swimmin', I'm skrrtin' +These .30's are narcs +Ten rocks, ten .30's +It's a whip, it's a curb +It's a Glock, it's a .30 +It's a what? It's a murder +Open it up, I'ma dive in +Talk to me, yeah, like [?] +Lil' booty bitch with her eyes [?] +I fuck around, gave that bitch a thousand +Everything supersize +And her mama, we Bonnie and Clyde +I got water my neck, not no ice +[?] + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Hoppin' out the coupe, yessirski +Bought a new chain, yessirski +Got a new crib, yessirski +Popped a Perc' 30, I'm thirsty +Yessirski +Break a bitch back like a Hershey +Yessirski +Pourin' up purple like Barney +Hoppin' out the coupe, yessirski +Bought a new chain, yessirski +Got a new crib, yessirski +Popped a Perc' 30, I'm thirsty +Yessirski +Break a bitch back like a Hershey +Yessirski +Pourin' up purple like Barney +[Outro: Lil Pump & Young Thug] +Hoppin' out the coupe, yessirski (Ooh) +Bought a new chain, yessirski (Yeah, yeah) +Got a new crib, yessirski (Yeah) +Popped a Perc' 30, I'm thirsty (Ooh) +Yessirski (Huh?) +Break a bitch back like a Hershey (Uh, uh) +Yessirski (Brr) +Pourin' up purple like Barney (Yeah, yeah)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get[Intro] +Ayy, woah, ayy, shit +Ayo Lil Pump for real, though + +[Chorus] +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I'm fuckin' your mama, I fuckin' your wifey +I'm fuckin' your mama, I fuckin' your wifey +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy + +[Verse] +I get so much money I swim in the sea +I'm off of the perc and you know where I be +I get soo much money, shout out to the Heat +I'm draggin' your bitch right across of the street +That bitch a lil' stank, I was smelling her feet +Your breath a lil' stank, so please don't talk to me +Shout out to the plug cause he movin' keys +And Flacko got out so we finna smoke trees + +[Chorus] +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I'm fuckin' your mama, I fuckin' your wifey +I'm fuckin' your mama, I fuckin' your wifey +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy +I get soo much money, my chain is soo icy7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drum$tick[Intro] +Aye, skrr, skrr, aye, ba, ba +Pull up with a Drumstick, aye, what, what, what + +[Hook] +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye + +[Verse 1] +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a dumb bitch, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +'Cause I hit dumb licks (Dumb licks), aye +I pull up to the trap spot, aye +You know I weigh Crack rock, aye +You know I got a big rock, aye +I live in trap spot, aye + +[Hook] +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +[Verse 2] +Boy I need a gatpack, aye +I feel like Pac-Man, aye +Boy I need a gatpack, aye +Boy I sell big Crack, aye +Boy I sell dumb packs, aye +Boy I got dumb racks +Boy I sell dumb packs +Boy I got dumb racks + +[Hook] +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I pull up with a drumstick, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye +I'm gon' be dumb rich, aye3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +XXL Freshman Freestyle: Lil PumpOoh, ayy +Pinkie ring froze, pinkie ring froze +Pinkie ring covered in gold +Too much diamonds on my neck, think I might choke +Had a threesome with your bitch with my eyes closed +Tell my side ho bring it through the back door +Oh, I got 80,000 in my envelope, ooh +I just got a "Gucci Gang" medal though +Damn, I got some homies that went federal, ooh +Look at my two-tone Patek +I smash a ho then forget +I got a fridge on my neck +I'm smokin' gas on a jet +Ooh, I just love to flex, ooh +Blew out two million at Tootsie's, ayy +I made your auntie a groupie, ooh +And you know my life a movie, ayy +I got sticks like Call of Duty, ooh1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LIL PIMP BIG MAGA STEPPIN[Intro] +Yeah (Yeah), Lil Pump (Yeah) +(You know I'm posted in the booth with Ronny J) +Brr + +[Chorus] +Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh) +Lil Pimp, ooh (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Brr) +Ride around town with a thick bitch, uh (Ayy) +Hundred-round drum on a big stick, uh +Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh, ooh) +Lil Pimp, ooh (Brr), Lil Pimp (Yeah) +Ride around town with a thick bitch, uh (Huh?) +Hundred round drum on a big stick, uh (Yeah) +Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh) +Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ayy, yeah) +Lil Pimp (Brr), Lil Pimp, uh (Yeah) +Got a whole foreign on my right wrist, yeah (Ooh) +Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ooh, yeah) +Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ayy, ayy), yeah +Lil Pimp (Brr), Lil Pimp, uh (Yeah) +Got a whole foreign on my right wrist, yeah (Let's go) + +[Verse] +Got a whole foreign on my right wrist +Fuck a bad bitch, send her back to ISIS, uh +Look at all my diamonds, they bitin' +Got a Rolls truck with no license, ooh +And I'm screamin' out "Fuck Sleepy Joe" +Bought a Lamb' truck and I bought a boat +Fifty round drum with a telescope +Fuck a bad bitch from Mexico +Lil Pimp so conceited, ooh +Pour the whole eight for no reason, ooh +Junkies in the hood, they tweakin', ooh +Dumb lil' bitch, come eat it, ayy +Damn, I should've been in the NFL +Ooh, fuck +Wrappin' the bricks, send them in the mail +[Chorus] +Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh) +Lil Pimp, ooh (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Brr) +Ride around town with a thick bitch, uh (Ayy) +Hundred-round drum on a big stick, uh +Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh, ooh) +Lil Pimp, ooh (Brr), Lil Pimp (Yeah) +Ride around town with a thick bitch, uh (Huh?) +Hundred-round drum on a big stick, uh (Yeah) + +[Outro] +Lil Pimp (Yeah), Lil Pimp (Ooh) +Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ayy, yeah) +Lil Pimp (Brr), Lil Pimp, uh (Yeah) +Got a whole foreign on my right wrist, yeah (Ooh) +Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ooh) +Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp, Lil Pimp (Ayy, ayy) +Lil Pimp (Brr), Lil Pimp, uh (Yeah) +Got a whole foreign on my right wrist, yeah (Let's go)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Who Dat (2017)[Intro] +Produced by Coke Boi Beats +Ouu, ouu, Lil Pump, yuh, ouu, ouu +BadAzzBx +Ouu, yuh (brr, brr) +Who dat right there flexin'? (brr, brr) +Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump! + +[Chorus] +Who dat right there flexin' (who) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump) +Racks up on my necklace (necklace) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (brr) +Who dat right there flexin' (you, you) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump +Trapper of the century (what) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump +Hold up (what), pop out (brr) +Boy, you know I'm a dropout (you) +Hold up (yuh), pop out (what) +Boy, you know I'm a dropout (ouu) +Who dat right there flexin' (who) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (brr, brr) +Racks up on my necklace (what) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump) +Who dat right there flexin' (what) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (brr, brr) +Trapper of the century (you) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump +Hold up (what), pop out (you) +Boy, you know I'm a dropout (brr) +Hold up (what), pop out (huh) +Boy, you know I'm a dropout (yeah) +[Verse] +Pop four Xans with your mom though (brr) +Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what) +I count racks everyday though (you) +Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn) +Got your bitch bootin' off the Percocet (damn) +Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ouu) +The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah) +Wrist shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh) +Damn, why you flex like this (ouu) +Damn, why you flex like this +Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji) +I can't wife no bitch (no) +Louis all over my bag (Louis) +Louis all over my belt, yuh +Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelp (brr, brr, brr) + +[Chorus] +Who dat right there flexin' (who) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump) +Racks up on my necklace (necklace) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (brr) +Who dat right there flexin' (you, you) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump +Trapper of the century (what) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump +Hold up (what), pop out (brr) +Boy, you know I'm a dropout (you) +Hold up (yuh), pop out (what) +Boy, you know I'm a dropout (ouu) +Who dat right there flexin' (who) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (brr, brr) +Racks up on my necklace (what) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump) +Who dat right there flexin' (what) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump (brr, brr) +Trapper of the century (you) +Bitch, it's Lil Pump +Hold up (what), pop out (you) +Boy, you know I'm a dropout (brr) +Hold up (what), pop out (huh) +Boy, you know I'm a dropout (yeah) +[Outro] +Ouu, Lil Pump, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Designer (Remix)[Intro: Blac Youngsta & Lil Pump] +Look at your lil' bitch ass +Haha (Zay T, hold on) +I, I could see, I could see the motherfuckin' hate through your motherfuckin' eyes, boy (yeah, Lil Pump) +Don't wanna look at your ass when I talk to you (huh, yeah) +I know you a hater (yeah, huh, brr) +I could see your whole motherfuckin' future (yeah, Lil Pump) +I'ma, let me, I'm finna tell you what you gonna be (yeah, huh, brr, yeah) +Shit (yeah, yeah) +You ain't got shit (yeah) +You ain't gon' never have shit, you ain't gon' be shit +God told me you gon' be shit + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Ayy, I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Drive the 'Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot +Bitch, this shit will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock +Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the opps +Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I'm on the drop, ayy +Went to the gun store and I bought a rocket (ooh) +One million dollars, cash hangin' out my pocket (damn) +All these diamonds drippin' on me, feelin' like a water faucet +Broke niggas hatin' on me, man, this shit need to stop it +Lil Pump the freshest nigga comin' out my city +Hit AOD's and I'm blowin' straight fifties (brr) +In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney +Ain't nobody fuckin' with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy +Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr) +Bitch, I'm on the lean, I can't pop no Percocet (no) +I got more money than your father, you can't be upset +I'm worth a couple millions, bitch, you know I love to flex +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold + +[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta] +All that fuckin' talkin', you gon' make me hop out (hop out) +If you not talkin' money, you gon' make me walk out (walk out) +I talk real guns, I don't bring no prop out (props) +You can't go to war with me and try to cop out (cop) +I run over all my bitches and they still love me (gang) +I break bread with all my niggas, they'll kill for me (grr) +Grandma told me pull my britches up, I'm still thuggin' (grr) +I been crossed, had to cut off some of my real cousins (gang) +All this money I spent on a jet, coulda bought you and you and you (you) +All this money I spent on my neck, coulda sent you and you to school (school) +I got a house bigger than Elvis, got some foreign cars too (too) +Rest in peace Mr. Hugh Hef', I fuck porn stars too (too) +Ouu + +[Bridge: Blac Youngsta] +Gang gang gang, ouu, yeah +Ayy, ayy, ayy, Zaytoven, huh +Run that, run that motherfuckin' hook back, ha +Me, me, me, me and Pump just cooked that, ooh, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Ayy, I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold + +[Verse 3: Rich The Kid] +Hey! +Break the brick, I shipped it, wrapped it in Saran (break it down) +Ouu, all my niggas trappin' (trap), we ain't have a plan (Rich!) +Ayy, plug walk on that pussy 'cause your bitch a fan +(plug walk, lil' bitch) +Ouu, you ain't got no money, go and get some bands +(go get some bands) +Ayy, racin' Little Pump, I just pulled out the Lamb (skrrt, skrrt) +Huh, I got the blue chips (blue chips) +Zay told me don't take out no rude crip (huh) +I'm droppin' her off, she a groupie (groupie) +Don't worry, my shooters they shootin' (grra) +I got fast cars (cars) +Foreign broad, superstar (foreign) +This a push start (push) +She wake up, eat the dick up, a Pop-Tart (like a Pop-Tart) +Ouu, I gotta flex on 'em +Young nigga walk around with a check on 'em (check) +'Rari, not the Jag (Jag) +Pinky ring a bag (what) +I got fast cars (cars) +Speed racer, it's a NASCAR (a NASCAR) +Ayy, Bentley off the lot, I do the dash, boy (I do the dash, boy) +Ouu, boy your mixtape, throw that in the trash, boy +(in the trash, boy) +I just fucked your bitch because she asked for it (Rich!) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Ayy, I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes +Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze +Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't foldEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gucci Gang 2[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Pump] +Gucci Gang +Jetski +Thank you, Fizzle +Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane] +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, burr) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got on take-a-nigga-bitch cologne (Chanel, gang) +Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci +Hit in the back, while she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked on that bitch then I told her to get off (Ooh, damn) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Mil on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh) +She sucked on my dick so hard, she ripped the skin off (Skin off) +She said I changed (Changed) +My racks got bigger and my dick got bigger (Got bigger) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +My bitch got ass, my wrist got ligma (Ass) +I'ma go fuck a bad bitch on Twitter (On Twitter) +Who you with? Paris Hilton? Bring your sister (Patricia) +If she don't got a car, I'ma pick that bitch up +I smoked this blunt, and forgot about her (Smoke) +Slam that pussy, rock bottom (Rock bottom) +I nutted in her eye, I gave her Gucci goggles (Woo) +I was in the stripper bowl, and I blew a million dollars +Pop molly, pop collar, pop it (Ooh, yeah) +I think I fucked on your daughter, ooh +Blow the whistle, I ain't gotta call her (Ooh) +Stomp on his ass like I play for the Dodgers (Chyeah) +James Harden, my roster (Yeah) +I fucked her, ooh, I lost her (I lost her) +I can't find her (Where she at?), she a foster +This ecstasy turned me to a monster (A mess) +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane] +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, burr, burr) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got on take-a-nigga-bitch cologne (Chanel, gang) +Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci +Hit in the back, while she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked on that bitch then I told her to get off (Ooh, damn) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Mil on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +She sucked on my dick so hard, she ripped the skin off (Skin off) +She said I changed (Changed) +My racks got bigger and my dick got bigger + +[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] +I may be a dropout, but still I'm not a failure (Nah) +I grew up 'round drugs, guns, and paraphernalia (Yeah) +Gucci Mane, I show ya way better than I can tell ya (Huh) +I sold pints like lemonade, but my new drop is yellow (Bling) +It's Gucci but right now I got a Louis V sombrero (LV) +You all cap like a motherfuckin' scarecrow (Cap) +Ho stick like velcro (Huh) +Lil Pump and Guwoper though (Guwoper though) +Keep this scale like poppa though +I'm still screamin' late choppa glow +Gucci Gang, can't stop us though, no, no +No shirt, all this ice on, eskimo (Burr, burr) +Red bottom, red along, the red limo (Whoa) +I'ma worth my demo, yeah, that's my emo squad (It's Gucci) +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane] +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, burr, burr) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got on take-a-nigga-bitch cologne (Chanel, gang) +Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci +Hit in the back, while she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked on that bitch then I told her to get off (Ooh, ooh) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci +I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Mil on) +Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh) +She sucked my dick so hard, she ripped the skin off (Skin off) +She said I changed (Changed) +My racks got bigger and my dick got bigger1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gucci Gang (English Remix)[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*] +21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump) +Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana) +Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr) +Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang) +Savage got shooters in the booth, mane +That's it right there, Gnealz +This nigga talkin' crazy 'bout who, mane? +Shot a pussy nigga in his tooth, mane +(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang) +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat +*Lil Pump, Guwop* + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh) +I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh) +Rather go and buy Balmains (brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] +(Lil Pump) +Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd +Back in the day they was callin' me Ray +Run with the yay, drum on the K +Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face +Gucci the gang so we watchin' the snakes (Gucci) +Made me eight mil' so I bought her a Wraith (mwah) +Two shows in a day, brick on the plate +L.A. to the A then it's back to the Bay +Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr) +Jumpin' out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop) +Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow +Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro +Oh you know what, bro? I ain't even know +Walkin' out the Gucci store, 'bout to spend a hundred so +Lil' bitty bitch, with a big booty though +She a dancer but a grade A student though +Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I'm goin' to Yale (Wop) +Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail (jail) +Gucci to death, I'm really a gang by myself (Gucci gang) +Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it's Gucci) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +[Verse 2: 21 Savage] +Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang +Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin' anything +Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch +Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin' everything +Got a snake on my collar, I ain't rockin' no diamonds +Y'all lil' niggas poppin', that's chump change +Got an FN and a Draco +But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil' pump, mane +I Saint Laurent my garments, lil' bitch, pardon me +You still stay with your mama, lil' bitch, pardon me +I run through the money like it grow on trees +You can't afford new hair, you like to hold on weave +Double cup red, huh, just to match my 'Rari, huh +I don't even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it +Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler +She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +[Verse 3: French Montana] +(Haaan, Montana!) +Got a lil' pump under the Gucci, mane (ayy) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy) (Gucci gang) +Was yellin' "Ha" way before Juvi', mane (ayy, ayy) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy, ayy) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang +Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang +Nipsey, Snoop and them +Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot +Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane +French had the franchise +With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain't like me (haaan) +Nah, you ain't like me +You ride the wave, you ain't like me +Cop some chains, you ain't like me +Made a hook, you ain't like me +Bills ain't bills, a nigga like me +Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane) +Couldn't see my life through a Gucci frame (frame) +Seven pills, Act' in my system (huh) +They gave Max life in the system (huh) +Servin' raw like sushi gang (huh) +Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo) + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) +Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?) +My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr) +I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh) +I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope) +Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr) +Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Aight[Intro: Lil Pump] +Yuh, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu +Twerk again +Yuh, yuh, you +I give her Moet + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (Lil Pump) +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (Lil Pump) +Aight (aight) +Aight (brr, what, aight) +Aight (brr, brr, aight) +Aight (aight, pew pew) +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (door) +I got a couple pounds and I got a cup of pour (brr, ooh) +Aight (aight) +Aight (aight, ouu) +Aight (aight, ouu) +Aight (aight, ouu) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (brr) +Tell me what you got, boy, do you got some blow (whatchu got, bro) +Boy, I gotta know +'Cause I got the poles (Lil Pump) +I put it to your neck and that forty gonna talk (brr, brr, pew pew) +I gotta couple bands and I lay 'em on the floor (the floor) +I gotta couple bands, I can throw 'em at your ho +I gotta couple bricks, I hit a couple licks (I did) +I fucked another bitch (brr), I fucked her then I dip (uh) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (brr) +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (Lil Pump) +Aight (aight) +Aight (brr, what, aight) +Aight (brr, brr, aight) +Aight (aight, pew pew) +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (door) +I got a couple pounds and I got a cup of pour (brr) +Aight (aight) +Aight (aight, ouu) +Aight (aight, ouu) +Aight (aight, ouu) + +[Verse 2: Smokepurpp] +Smokepurpp +I just told the plug meet me at the back door +I just robbed the plug, met him at the back door +Do the walk, aight (aight) +Let me see (huh), on Skype (okay) +I got a AK and it's sitting on my lap (sitting right there) +I'm in the trap (trap trap), I don't rap (hell naw) +I got another Glock sitting in my hand (ca-ca-ca-ca) +I'm with your bitch (with your bitch), I'm on her ass (I'm on her ass) +Lil Pump said "boy, I got it lit" (what's that) +He got a brick, we bust it down a quarter brick (what's that, what's that) +I pull up on your bitch, then I wipe her shit (skrt, skrt) +I got that blow and she sniff it off my dick (yeah, let's go) +Smokepurpp +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (brr) +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (Lil Pump) +Aight (aight) +Aight (brr, what, aight) +Aight (brr, brr, aight) +Aight (aight, pew pew) +I just told the plug meet me at the back door (door) +I got a couple pounds and I got a cup of pour (brr) +Aight (aight) +Aight (aight, ouu) +Aight (aight, ouu) +Aight (aight, ouu)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cool MF[Chorus: Chris Brown] +I'm in this bitch with a hundred girls (Uh-uh) +Lookin' like you from another world +Now they big mad (Big mad) +Man, you broke-broke and your bitch mad +What you gon' do with it? +Chain too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work) +Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt) + +[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] +Tell that bitch to lose my number (Hey) +Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Chris Brown] +I just dropped like twenty on some Louis (On some Louis) +Spent about three hundred on my jewelry (Ooh, yeah) +So much water on me, I might need a pool +Pisces, throw it back like a goddamn cooch, yeah +New Ferrari coupe, yeah, it's matte black (Ferrari) +Bitch, give some head like a top hat, woah (Top hat) +Flooded out the AP, where the time at? (Where the time at?) +Bitch, ya whole fit cost about a dime bag (Dime bag) +Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, yeah (Racks) +So much money, I'm still eatin' off a last year (Brrat, ooh) +When the Rollie comin'? 'Cause my pinky froze (Pinky froze) +Love my mixed bitch like I love my two-tone (Brr) +Sippin' on the cup 'til it's none left (Ooh) +Bench press the money, that's a hundred wraps (Yeah) +Feelin' like I'm Diddy, hoppin' off the jet (Yum) +I can't hear these broke niggas, better say less, psssh (Uh-uh) +[Chorus: Chris Brown] +I'm in this bitch with a hundred girls (Uh-uh) +Lookin' like you from another world +Now they big mad (Big mad) +Man, you broke-broke and your bitch mad +What you gon' do with it? +Chain too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work) +Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt) + +[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] +Tell that bitch to lose my number (Hey) +Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker (Hey-hey-hey) + +[Bridge: Chris Brown] +'Cause I'm drippin' iced out, better show me love (Yeah-yeah) +Should I leave her piped down? I'ma tell her, "Okay" (Yeah, okay) +Better stand up 'cause it's goin' down (Please stand up), yeah-yeah + +[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] +Tell that bitch to lose my number +Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker + +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +Around my neck, Gucci link (Ooh) +My cup muddy, it's pink (It's pink, yeah) +Woah, got a hundred on my wrist (Woah) +And I'm still fuckin' on your bitch (On your bitch, woo) +Watch goin' 'round on TikTok (TikTok) +I just want the head, I need no lip lock (Need no lip lock) +She dancin' on the money, doin' hopscotch (Brr) +With the mouth full of pills like some pop rocks (Like some pop rocks) +Damn, I ain't been broke in a minute (Woo) +Married to the money, need a tux, need no fitted (Yeah) +I should be the new blue hundred, yeah, print it (Ooh) +Jumped in the pussy, did it back, started swimmin' (Yeah) +Still, I can't never love a thot (Huh?) +I popped a whole bar, what your bitch want? (What your bitch want?) +All this jewelry got me lookin' like a [?] (Woo) +Spend it all, lil' nigga, keep ignorin' calls +Yeah, Lil Pump (Brr)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On Fleek[Intro] +Thank You Fizzle + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +Yeah, she comin' home with me (Yeah) +Booty on fleek, nails on fleek (Ooh, yeah) +No, I don’t got no ID +But I got a big ass pole on me (Yeah, fa-fa-fa-fa) +Yeah, she wanna fuck on me +Who finna suck on me? (Who?) +What famous bitch am I gonna nut in before I OD? (Brr, OD) +Yeah, she comin' home with me (Yeah) +Booty on fleek, nails on fleek (On fleek, ooh, yeah) +No, I don't got no ID +But I got a big ass pole on me (Yeah, fa-fa-fa-fa) +Yeah, she wanna fuck on me +Who finna suck on me? (Who?) +What famous bitch am I gonna nut in before I OD? (Brr, OD, huh?) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +Who finna slide with me? (Who?) +Bentley on park, but the gas on E (Vroom) +Who finna suck on me? (Who?) +I just robbed the plug last week (Uh-huh) +I’m smokin' blunts off of feet (Off feet) +Knock his ass out like a [?] piece (Woo, G) +Fuck on that bitch, then I pass her (Brr) +I shoulda played for the Heat (Heat) +G-Wagon stayin' outside +I got too many hoes and not enough seats (Not enough seats, sheesh) +Who goin' home with me? +Got a big ass gun in these brand new jeans (Prr-prr-prr) +I can't drive this shit, took too much molly, now I can't see (Goddamn, ooh) +Pump gotta come with me, gotta stop this party, this bitch OD (Stop this shit) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Yeah, she comin' home with me (Yeah) +Booty on fleek, nails on fleek (Ooh, yeah) +No, I don't got no ID (Thank You Fizzle) +But I got a big ass pole on me (Yeah, fa-fa-fa-fa) +Yeah, she wanna fuck on me +Who finna suck on me? (Who?) +What famous bitch am I gonna nut in before I OD? (Brr, OD) + +[Open Verse] + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +Yeah, she comin’ home with me (Yeah) +Booty on fleek, nails on fleek (Ooh, yeah) +No, I don’t got no ID +But I got a big ass pole on me (Yeah, fa-fa-fa-fa) +Yeah, she wanna fuck on me +Who finna suck on me? (Who?) +What famous bitch am I gonna nut in before I OD? (Brr, OD), huh? + +[Verse 2: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump] +Who's finna ride with me? +Bitch, I’m not comin' inside of your Jeep (Bitch) +I know you wanna fuck on me +Your boyfriend a lame and he look like a creep (Lame) +Everybody wanna know how I stunt so hard and I don't give a fuck all week (Bling-blaow) +I fuck on your bitch and I nut on her face while she stand at the front row seats (Woo) +Don't know her name, but I know what she look like (Ooh) +I could go pick your bitch up in a dirt bike (Yeah, woah) +Baby mama’s in a fist fight (Fist fight) +I put my chain in a cup when there's no ice (Ice) +I wanna fuck on that bitch from Twilight (Yeah) +Kick a bitch down then I take her to Five Guys (Yeah, ooh) +Put her ass in the middle seat in Spirit (Brr) +Book a flight with a piece, I don't wanna hear it (I don't wanna hear it) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Yeah, she comin' home with me (Yeah) +Booty on fleek, nails on fleek (Ooh, yeah) +No, I don't got no ID +But I got a big ass pole on me (Yeah, fa-fa-fa-fa) +Yeah, she wanna fuck on me +Who finna suck on me? (Who?) +What famous bitch am I gonna nut in before I OD? (Brr, OD)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No WayLyrics from snippet + +[Intro: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump] +Ayy, ayy, no way +No way, no way +You know it's Smokepurpp, man +Lil Pump, ayy +Ayy, yeah, ayy + +[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump] +No way, no way, no way, ayy +No way, no way, no way, ayy +No way, no way, no way, ayy +No way, no way... + +[Verse: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +...Champagne, foreign +Champagne, that way +Champagne, ayy, yeah... +...And I grab her by the back, yeah +Smokepurpp and Lil Pump, yeah +In the hood sellin' crack, yeah, yeah... + +[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump] +No way, no way, no way, ayy +No way, no way, no way, ayy +No way, no way, no way, ayy +No way, no way...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pump Rock[Intro] +(CB on the beat) +Yeah (Yeah), yeah +Yeah (Yeah), yeah, ayy + +[Chorus] +Pump rock shit (Yeah) +Slit my wrists (Slit) +Fuck that bitch (Uh) +Drop-top whips (Uh, yeah) +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Pump rock shit (Yeah) +Slit my wrists (Slit) +Fuck that bitch (Uh) +Drop-top whips (Uh, yeah) +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go + +[Verse] +I got rich off this mumblin' shit (Yeah) +We got sticks and we tote 'em, lil' bitch (Bow, bow) +My homie locked for life, but he ain't tellin' no shit (No way) +When I was 15, I hit my first lick +Punchin' holes in the wall (What?) +Fuckin' bitches raw dog +Throwin' apples at my mom +I don't send no fuckin' porn +We ain't goin', fuck the [?] (Uh) +Off a Perc' [?] (Ooh) +SInce 1985, yeah, my grandma been on crack (Yeah) +Mama told me "Don't go to school on a Percocet" +Like Juice WRLD, seventy pounds on the private jet +I was in a purple Wraith ridin' with two bricks of meth +Uh, I shot him in the arm but it hit his neck (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Pump rock shit (Yeah) +Slit my wrists (Slit) +Fuck that bitch (Uh) +Drop-top whips (Uh, yeah) +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Pump rock shit (Yeah) +Slit my wrists (Slit) +Fuck that bitch (Uh) +Drop-top whips (Uh, yeah) +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Go (Go), go (Yeah), goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Goyard[Intro: Lil Pump & El Alfa] +CB on the beat (CB on the beat) +Woah, ooh +Chyeah, Jetski +El Alfa, ahh +Huh? Ooh +Ooh, ooh + +[Refrain: Lil Pump] +Got one choppa, got two choppas +Got three choppas if you want problems +Yeah, I'm gon' pop him, yeah, I'm gon' drop him +100 round drum, put it right to your nostril +Got one choppa, got two choppas +Got three choppas, if you want problems +Yeah, I'm gon' pop him, yeah, I'm gon' drop him +100 round drum, put it right to your nostril + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +100 round drum, momma stayin' at the Goyard (Ahh) +Goyard (Ahh), Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard (Yeah), Goyard, Goyard, ooh (Ooh) +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh (Brr) +100 round drum, momma stayin' at the Goyard (Huh? Ooh) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Choppa number one, choppa number two (Ooh) +I'm pourin' 3's, ain't pourin' 2's (2's) +Steal the bitch out from Belarus (Ooh) +Fuck it, I'ma go shoot up the stu' (Ahh) +I'm on the molly, she's on the boof +I caught a body in Cancun (Yeah) +Two times two, bitch, six (Woah) +Two bust down's on my wrist (Uh-huh) +[?] like one thousand dollars (Dollars) +Two thousand dollars on Dolce Gabbana +Don't wanna fuck you, wanna fuck on your momma +Nine pints on me like Serge Ibaka (Ahh) +Nine pints, eight pints (Huh?) +Baby momma here playin' Fortnite (Ooh) +Seven pints, six pints (Aye) +Grandma over here playin' Fight Night (Uh) + +[Refrain: Lil Pump] +Got one choppa, got two choppas (Ooh) +Got three choppas if you want problems (Chyeah) +Yeah, I'm gon' pop him, yeah, I'm gon' drop him (Huh?) +100 round drum, put it right to your nostril +Got one choppa, got two choppas +Got three choppas (Yeah), if you want problems (Ooh) +Yeah, I'm gon' pop him (Brr), yeah, I'm gon' drop him (Huh?) +100 round drum, put it right to your nostril (Ooh) +[Chorus: Lil Pump & El Alfa] +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard (Brr), Goyard, Goyard, ooh (Goyard) +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh (Ooh) +100 round drum, momma stayin' at the Goyard (Ahh) +Goyard (Ahh), Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard (Yeah), Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh (Brr, yo') +100 round drum, momma stayin' at the Goyard (Huh? Ooh, eh, eh, eh, yah) + +[Verse 2: El Alfa] +Acá busy, AK-47 (Wuh) +Cuando yo la agarro en cuatro yo le tiro fire (Wuh) +Tú no cabe' en este coro, tu maldita mai' +Lo' cualto' que tiro pa'rriba los paga mi mai' (Mama) +En la casa de la abuela (Wuh) +Tengo los diamante' que me llegan a la muela +Iba con el AK-47 pa' la escuela +Pa'l primero que se pase ponerlo a gastar la suela (Prr, prr, prr, prr) +Cash, bitch, pussy, nigga +No le pare' bola, aquí se hace lo que yo diga-diga +Cash, bitch, pussy, nigga +No le pare' bola, aquí se hace lo que yo diga +Pussy face (Wuh), booty in my face (Wuh) +Pussy face (Wuh), booty in my face (Wuh) +[Chorus: Lil Pump, Lil Pump & El Alfa] +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +100 round drum, momma stayin' at the Goyard +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, ooh +100 round drum, momma stayin' at the Goyard + +[Outro: El Alfa] +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, uh +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, uh +Goyard, Goyard, Goyard, uh +Desde el hoodEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +1 Choppa 2 Choppa*Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Ayy, ayy + +[Chorus] +One choppa, two choppa, three choppa, four (goddamn) +Bitch I'm Lil Pump and I just fucked your hoe (brr) +Hunnid on my wrist, Balenciagas on my toes (goddamn) +I'm flexing everyday, call me Lil Pump D Rose (D Rose) +I just fucked your teacher now I'm fuckin' on your sis (your sis) +My diamonds look like Fiji water, I just took a piss (brr) +Took a flight to Cali yeah I'm smoking cannabis (that gas) +Extended grip on my shoes and spend it on my wrist (my wrist)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lonely[Intro] +Jet +Ooh +Thank You Fizzle +Brr (Ooh) + +[Chorus] +I just copped a million dollars by my lonely (Lonely) +Now I got a lot of niggas bitches on me (Ooh) +Balenciaga steppin', mix it with Givenchy (Yeah) +I'ma take Perc' 30's 'til I OD ('Til I OD) +I just copped a million dollars by my lonely (Lonely) +Now I got a lot of niggas bitches on me (On me) +Balenciaga steppin', mix it with Givenchy (Yeah) +I'ma take Perc' 30's 'til I OD ('Til I OD) + +[Verse] +Had to put me-me, I know she know she (Yeah) +Then he got robbed by my homie (Yeah) +I'ma pour up 24 just for Kobe (Kobe) +I just slashed her tires and took her car keys (Car kеys) +She wanna go on a date, then takе her to Arby's (Yeah) +I won't feed the bitch, I'll leave her ass starvin' +I'm havin' best friends off a lean, pass me an Oxy (Woah) +This a Maybach truck, this ain't no fuckin' Audi (Audi) +Elliot diamonds, they dancin' (Dancin') +I just got 200 thousand for the back-end (Yeah) +Told her "If you come, please do not bring your fat friends" (Nah) +I just paid 30 thousand to get them envy (Envy) +Now I'm a real life pimp now +100 thousand naked bitches at the playhouse (No cap) +You ain't suckin' dick? I'll leave you at the gang now (Yeah) +Took her to McDonald's, fuck a steakhouse (Ooh) +[Chorus] +I just copped a million dollars by my lonely (Lonely) +Now I got a lot of niggas bitches on me (Ooh) +Balenciaga steppin', mix it with Givenchy (Yeah) +I'ma take Perc' 30's 'til I OD ('Til I OD) +I just copped a million dollars by my lonely (Lonely) +Now I got a lot of niggas bitches on me (On me) +Balenciaga steppin', mix it with Givenchy (Yeah) +I'ma take Perc' 30's 'til I OD ('Til I OD)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How I Wanna Live[Intro] +Ooh, Lil Pump, Jetski, yeah (Aye) +Thank You Fizzle +Yeah, yeah, ooh + +[Chorus] +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Ooh) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Chyeah, yeah, yeah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Huh?) +All I need is one nut, uh (Chyeah) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Ooh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Aye, chyeah) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Brr) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Ooh, woah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Chyeah) +All I need is one nut (Huh? Uh, brr) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Uh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Yeah) + +[Verse] +Penthouse, forty-four floors, woah +[?] like stone cold +[?] (Yeah) +AP's skeleton and rose gold +I up the .44 +I hit on her sister, she gettin' over (Ooh) +I got sauce (Sauce) +[?], woah +I'm richer than lot of you oldheads (Aye) +Pick a bitch up in a moped (Yeah) +I pull out a stick, it's a cold red (Fa, fa) +I leave his ass walkin' with one leg (Woo) +I don't give a fuck what his mom said (Nah) +She can get hit with that toolie (Woo) +I play with that pussy like I play acoustic +I slap a Xan with a pussy (Woah) +[Chorus] +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Ooh) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Chyeah, yeah, yeah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Huh?) +All I need is one nut, uh (Chyeah) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Ooh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Aye, chyeah) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Brr) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Ooh, woah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Chyeah) +All I need is one nut (Huh? Uh, brr) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Ooh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Chyeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What’s Yo Numba[Intro] +Ayy, ayy, bitch what's your number? +Bitch, what's your number? +I heard you serving crack, and I heard you got a Hummer + +[Chorus] +Bitch, what's your number? +Bitch, what's your number? +Go and suck this dick, yo bitch what's your number? +Bitch, what's your number? +Bitch, what's your number? +I heard you got a strap and I heard you drive a Hummer +Bitch, what's your number? +Bitch, what's your number? +I heard you suckin' dick, yo bitch what's your number? + +[Verse] +Bitch, what's your number? +Bitch come and get them digits +I heard you sucking dick cause I'm running up them digits +God hella first, got my honor on my neck +Bitch gonna suck my dick cause I got the check +I pull up out the hood, my bitch stay on 37 +My bitch says she got a 30 and a Mac-11 +I heard she sucking dick everytime I 7-11 +I don't give a fuck cause my bitch gon go to heaven +My bitch gon go to heaven but she don't go to church +I slap her with the dick and I know it's gonna hurt +I slap her in the chin and I slap her in the boob +I slap her in the neck and I'm like, "Who the fuck are you?" +I pull up on my bitch, eat her like a piece of ham +I pull up on my bitch, slap her like I'm Uncle Sam +Everytime I slap her bitch, I'm wet like a hunnid gram +I got a backwood and I finna roll a gram +[Chorus] +Bitch, what's your number? +Bitch, what's your number? +Go and suck this dick, yo bitch what's your number? +Bitch, what's your number? +Bitch, what's your number? +I heard you got a strap and I heard you drive a Hummer +Bitch, what's your number? +Bitch, what's your number? +I heard you suckin' dick, yo bitch what's your number?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +King of the TrapLyrics from snippet + +...I don't know how to act, ouu (huh?) +They call me the king of the trap, ouu +Walk in the store and spend eighty on my wrist (brr) +I smoke on Gelato, I sip Actavis +My diamonds, they dancin', it splashin' like piss +Kick a bitch out if she ain't suckin' dick (damn) +Sip so much lean that I feel like a doctor (ouu) +I might just go pull up and fuck on your daughter (brr)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boppin’[Intro] +Ayy, Lil Pump flexin' +Lil Pump juggin', ay, ay +Boppin' wit a hoe (boppin') +Ay, boy, ooh + +[Chorus] +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Ouu, shit, ayy +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (yuh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) + +[Verse] +I be at the store (boppin' wit a hoe) +I be in the trap (brr, boppin' wit a hoe) +I be at church (what, boppin' wit a hoe, brr, boppin' wit a hoe, what, boppin' wit a hoe) +I be in the trap, I be servin' hella crack (crack) +Diamonds on me dancing and I'm flexin' wit the pack (ooh) +I'm real disrespectful and I don't know how to act (I don't) +Grab a bitch nipple, then I slap her in the back +Ay man you already know Lil Pump be that nigga, man +I pull up on yo bitch and I'm flexing +Ayy, boy, ooh +[Chorus] +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Ooh, shit, ay +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (yuh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh) +Boppin' wit a hoe (what) +Boppin' wit a hoe (ooh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Curtains[Intro] +Ooh, Jetski +CB on the beat, brr +Huh? +Ronny J, please, turn me up + +[Chorus] +Phantom with a curtain (Ooh) +Rolls Royce truck with a curtain (Uh) +Maybach came with a curtain (Brr) +Left the ho stranded on purpose (Ooh, ooh) +Phantom with a curtain (Huh?) +Rolls Royce truck with a curtain (Uh, yeah) +Maybach came with a curtain +Left the ho stranded on purpose (Vroom, vroom) +Uh, million dollar nigga in the bricks +Fuck a broke ho, send her back to her kids (Whoa) +Million dollar nigga hittin' licks +I'm the type nigga to put a thumb in your bitch (Uh-huh) +Phantom with a curtain (Ooh) +Rolls Royce truck with a curtain (Uh, uh) +Maybach came with a curtain (Brr) +Left the ho stranded on purpose (Vroom) + +[Verse] +Speedin' off I-95 (Ooh) +And I got a Glock .45 (Yeah) +Shut the ho, put her on 5 (Ooh) +Bitch, I never worked on the 5 (No way) +Never did, I smash on the ho and I pass her back +Just after quarterback (Whoa) +Nick bag (Ooh), dime bag (Huh?), man, I'm still screamin' "Free Kodak" (Ahh) +She say she got titties, then show that (Show that) +She said that's my baby, I don't know that (No) +Pussy too loose, need to solve that (Woo) +I put it right there where her throat at (Woo) +Left the ho stranded in the desert, uh +[?], I met her (I met her), uh +[?], uh +I'm on a bean in a Tesla (Ahh, yeah) +[Chorus] +Phantom with a curtain (Ooh) +Rolls Royce truck with a curtain (Uh) +Maybach came with a curtain (Brr) +Left the ho stranded on purpose (Ooh, ooh) +Phantom with a curtain (Huh?) +Rolls Royce truck with a curtain (Uh, yeah) +Maybach came with a curtain +Left the ho stranded on purpose (Vroom, vroom) +Uh, million dollar nigga in the bricks +Fuck a broke ho, send her back to her kids (Whoa) +Million dollar nigga hittin' licks +I'm the type nigga to put a thumb in your bitch (Uh-huh) +Phantom with a curtain (Ooh) +Rolls Royce truck with a curtain (Uh, uh) +Maybach came with a curtain (Brr) +Left the ho stranded on purpose (Vroom)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Untitled Freestyle (2011)[Intro] +Yung C, freestyle, show me what you got +Gotcha +Woot! + +[Verse] +Look at these jits, they got some fucking ferrets +The people that write their lyrics, are their fucking parents +Man, I'm so sick, you will fucking drown +This is Ocean Gang, bitch, you looking like a clown +Man, this ain't no game, you see me you better run +Cause you know I come out here with my guns +Nigga, you know I ain't no fucking nerdy +I will fuck your bitch and she will come out dirty +I fucked that bitch, shoot her down like a AC-130 +Bitches is all these niggas, it's the motherfucking coppers +Coming down the streets, break them like a fucking chopper +I forgot to add the motherfucking gunner +All these niggas know that they better be the runners +Cause when I come here, I come to rape +I don't come to play, man, cause I got a fresh state +Man, come on, these little jits some fags +I'm comin' down rapin', man, 'cause I got swag +I'm gettin' in the game, 'cause I am fresh as hell +Got these niggas locked up in the cell +And I, ended their career, and they not gon' do nothing +When they try to spit everything, then I'm gon' spit something +They just gon' stay, without saying a word +I will fuck your bitch +[Outro] +*laughs* +That's it man *laughs* +Why'd you stop man? No... +That's some real shit, man, how old are you? +I'm twelve man +You're twelve, man? +Yeah, man +I like that, man, I like that +Swag, cup, woot!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’monna[Intro] +CB on the beat +Ooh, yeah, Jet +Jet, yeah (Brr) + +[Chorus] +I'm on that (Brr), she on that (Yeah) +I-I'm on that, s-she on that +R-Ridin' that Rolls truck all over the dirt +R-R-Ridin' that Rolls truck all over the dirt (Yeah) +I'm on that, she on that +I-I'm on that, s-she on that (Yeah, yeah) +I'ma go put your lil' bro on a shirt (Ooh) +I-I'ma go put your lil' bro on a shirt (Yeah, aye, aye) +I'm on that, she on that (Yeah) +I-I-I'm on that, s-s-she on that +R-Ridin' that Rolls truck all over the dirt (Vroom) +R-R-Ridin' that Rolls truck all over the dirt (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I'm on that, she on that +I-I-I-I'm on that, s-s-she on that (Huh?) +I'ma go put your lil' bro on a shirt +I-I-I-I'ma go put your lil' bro on a shirt + +[Verse] +Uh, Xanny bars (Yeah), fast cars (Brr) +Just was swipin' that Chrome Hearts (Uh, yeah) +Yeah, I sell pussy like loan shark (Huh?) +Had her suckin' dick in a go-cart (Uh, yeah, yeah) +Had her suckin' dick in the golf cart +Fuck that shit, bitch wanted some Goyard (Nope) +Paint on my dick like Mozart (Yeah) +Way too geeked, like Nardwuar (Geeked) +Hit the Chanel-nel store, bitch +I do not shop at no Walmart (No way) +[?], take your clothes off (Brr) +Took a whole bean, then I nutted off (Nutted off) +Rockstar neck, Kurt Cobain +Fuck ten bitches, don't know no names (No way) +Fuck a nigga main bitch, send her ass home +Okay, t-t-t-that's yours, man (Yeah) +H-Hit her (Huh?), split her (Split her) +F-Fuck her (Huh?), kick her (Yeah) +Sellin' (Huh?), pussy (Yeah) +O-Out of (Uh), Twitter (Let's go) +Rolls truck (Uh), l-litter (Yeah) +C-Call your (Uh), s-sister (Brr) +Did too (Yeah), many (yeah) +W-Whippets (Uh), got blisters (Aye) +[Chorus] +I'm on that (Brr), she on that (Yeah) +I-I'm on that, s-she on that +R-Ridin' that Rolls truck all over the dirt +R-R-Ridin' that Rolls truck all over the dirt (Yeah) +I'm on that, she on that +I-I'm on that, s-she on that (Yeah, yeah) +I'ma go put your lil' bro on a shirt (Ooh) +I-I'ma go put your lil' bro on a shirt (Yeah, aye, aye) +I'm on that, she on that (Yeah) +I-I-I'm on that, s-s-she on that +R-Ridin' that Rolls truck all over the dirt (Vroom) +R-R-Ridin' that Rolls truck all over the dirt (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I'm on that, she on that +I-I-I-I'm on that, s-s-she on that (Huh?) +I'ma go put your lil' bro on a shirt +I-I-I-I'ma go put your lil' bro on a shirt + + +[Outro] +I'm on that, she on that +I'm on that, she on that +Yeah +I'm on that, she on that +I'm on that, she on that1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Warner Bros. DissLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Huh? (Huh?) +Man, this Percocets got my back itchin' (Uh, woo) +Jetski +Uh + +[Chorus] +No, I don't wanna sign with Warner Brothers (Yeah) +I'm in the Hollywood Hills with the pumper (Pow, pow, pow, pow, ooh, woah, ooh) +Step back three, Jimmy Butler +Yeah, I fucked her, that don't mean that I love her (No way) +No, I don't wanna sign a deal with 'em (No) +'Cause my bank account got 8 figures (Yeah) +Now I'm eatin' fried shrimps just for dinner (Ooh) +Fucked her and her sister, I don't wanna take no picture (No way) + +[Verse] +No, I-I don't wanna sign with them crackers +Already bought a mansion and my diamonds still dancin' (Ooh, still) +Yeah, dawg, money, that's my backend (Still) +I made the work dissapear... + +[Chorus] +No, I don't wanna sign with Warner Brothers (Yeah) +I'm in the Hollywood Hills with the pumper (Pow, pow, pow, pow, ooh, woah, ooh) +Step back three, Jimmy Butler +Yeah, I fucked her, that don't mean that I love her (No way) +No, I don't wanna sign a deal with 'em (No) +'Cause my bank account got 8 figures (Yeah) +Now I'm eatin' fried shrimps just for dinner (Ooh) +Fucked her and her sister, I don't wanna take no picture (No way)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Chopstick*Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro: Smokepurpp] +Glizzy, what you cookin' up? +Purpp, Pump +Ball out +Yeah (B-B-Bankroll got it) + +[Verse 1: Smokepurpp] +Bitch, I'm hangin' out the window like the laundry (Laundry) +Big choppa fold a nigga like the laundry (Blit, blit) +Popped a 30 and they thought I was a zombie (Great) +Stole the pack from my grandma, told her, "Sorry" (Hey) +Street nigga, whack a nigga for a house (Uh) +Rob your house, take on nap on your couch (On your couch, yeah) +All these VV's on my neck like a jet ski (Yeah) +Pop a nigga like a brand new Pepsi (Hey) +I OD'd on the Wock' then came back to life (Uh) +He don't need CPR, I'ma be alright (Yeah) +Me and Pump in the hood, making bitches fight (Bitch) +And you know I keep a dick like a [?] dyke (Blit) +Stole the MAC away from the motel (Motel) +[?], Mr. Krabs' shell (Blit, blit) +Took a bitch to Uganda and she stay there +She ain't suckin' dick then I'll leave her in the motel +Wait, she suckin' dick? (Huh?) +We in the plane, turn around with the stick (Blit, blit) +I paid 50 thousand for this fit +Nasty ass hoe made my feet smell like shit (Hey) +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +You a bum ass nigga, you ain't got shit (Huh?) +I'm a rich ass nigga with a chopstick (Gang) +Them .223's get your block hit (Bang) +Beat the pussy up like I play for the Marlins (Ahh) +And I got the same bitch with the same kid (Ooh) +I just popped up 30 Percs in the mosh pit (Chyeah) +Dive in the pussy, I'm goin' kick, boy +Rob a nigga in his own house, he ain't know shit +Diamonds on my teeth, flawless (Flawless) +If I see a nine, I'ma drop it +Ooh, she sipped a pint, had an abortion +I just shot the engineer and now there ain't no recordin' +Keep my auntie in the head, my mistake (Huh?) +'Cause I found out that she sip the whole way (Uh, uh) +I'm that type of nigga to go spit on your face +I heard that she divorced so I bust in her face (Broom) +Been had a choppa since first grade (Huh?) +Second grade, third grade, fourth...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wockanda[Intro] +CB on the beat +Yeah, ooh, yeah +Jet, hmm +Uh + +[Chorus] +Sip the Wockanda, I don't sip no Tris (Ooh) +I spent like 150k on my wrist (Yeah) +Yeah, we got sluts in this bitch (Woah) +Drop 50k on my rims (Ayy, ayy) +I'm in the back of the Cullinan +Bitch get to suckin' and bitch get to fuckin' me, yeah (Uh-huh) +I just bought a new AR-15 and I can't wait to bust it (Fa-fa-fa) +Sip the Wockanda, I don't sip no Tris +I spent like 150k on my wrist (Let's go) +Yeah, we got sluts in this bitch (Yeah) +Drop 50k on my rims (Huh?) +I'm in the back of the Cullinan +Bitch get to suckin' and bitch get to fuckin' me, yeah (Let's go) +I just bought a new AR-15 and I can't wait to bust it (To bust it) + +[Verse] +Everywhere I go, I'm clutchin' (Ooh) +Pop a Xan, head concussion (Okay, yeah) +I'm booted up in the worst way right now +Bitch, don't tell me nothin' (I'm booted) +Packs [?] in London (Yeah), uh +Yeah, I got a 100 round drum in (Huh?) +[?], yeah +8 chains on me bustin' (Bustin') +All of my jetski's a family (Ooh) +You got a pussy, you sellin' it? (Is you?) +I got [?], nah, lil' bitch, I ain't tellin' it (No way) +Blew a 100k for the elevatin' (Woo) +Got a blue ring from Elliot (Yeah) +[?] (Nah) +Lil Pump Jetski for president (Hey) +[Chorus] +Sip the Wockanda, I don't sip no Tris (Ooh) +I spent like 150k on my wrist (Yeah) +Yeah, we got sluts in this bitch (Woah) +Drop 50k on my rims (Ayy, ayy) +I'm in the back of the Cullinan +Bitch get to suckin' and bitch get to fuckin' me, yeah (Uh-huh) +I just bought a new AR-15 and I can't wait to bust it (Fa-fa-fa) +Sip the Wockanda, I don't sip no Tris +I spent like 150k on my wrist (Let's go) +Yeah, we got sluts in this bitch (Yeah) +Drop 50k on my rims (Huh?) +I'm in the back of the Cullinan +Bitch get to suckin' and bitch get to fuckin' me, yeah (Let's go) +I just bought a new AR-15 and I can't wait to bust it (To bust it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bitch I Been Flexing (Coupe)[Intro: Lil Pump & FendiFurCoat] +Grraah! +I done just hopped out my coupe +Grraah, grraah, grraah +I done just hopped out my coupe +Grraah, grraah, grraah, skrrt (skrrt) +I done just hopped out my coupe (skrrt) +I done just hopped out my coupe +I done just hopped out my coupe +I done just hopped out my coupe +Call them +Ayy, ayy, ayy (brr) +Brr, gang +Esskeetit! +Filthy Rich Beats + +[Bridge: Lil Pump] +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +Ayy, I done just end up on news +Ayy, I done just end up on news +Ayy, I done just end up on news +Ayy, I done just hopped out my coupe +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & FendiFurCoat] +Ayy, I done just hit me a lick +Ayy, I done just flip me a brick +Ayy, I done just got me a Glock +Ayy, I just done bought me some hit +Got a .40 with a hollow tip (pew) +Got a .30 Imma let it rip (brr) +I don't give a fuck, I'm with this shit (boom) +I pull up on your block and hit with stick (boom, boom, boom) +Lil Pump, yeah he sellin' rock (Filthy Rich Beats) +Posted on the block, with my fuckin' mob +Hit you with the Glock, yeah I'm bustin' shots +Yeah I'm servin' white, yeah I'm servin' frost (Pow) +Posted on the block; run up on me wrong, and you gettin' dropped +Got a .40 with me (Pow) and I got the Glock +Run up on me wrong, boy you gettin' popped (braow) +Esskeetit! + +[Verse 2: FendiFurCoat] +Bitch, I been flexin' since the seventh fuckin' grade (Filthy Rich Beats, braow) +Let a nigga run up on me, get his momma outta grave +Flexing so hard, got this 'preme up on my chest +Bitch, flexing so hard, making all these thots wet (wet) +Niggas ask me why I rap, bitch cause I can (Filthy Rich Beats) +Talkin' all this shit for what, nigga? You is just a fan +Took your thot, finesse for top, pussy weak +Got that bitch on my dick for a goddamn week, yeah, yeah, yeah (brrah, brrah, brrah!) +Bust on in her mouth, kicked that fuckin' thot out (bye!) +Copped them pints, get them for the high +All this dope got in my eyes +Like a Chinaman's wife (Bing Lao) when he says he's outta rice +In the kitchen whippin' up a pint, hit him with a four (Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt) +Junkies kickin' door, killed 'em off (Brrah) [?] some whores (wusgood?) +Hit my trap, ain't endorse +Drugged a bitch, for her corpse (Finesse) +Sippin' lean, smokin' thrax, bitch I'm the plug for all of that, yeah +(Pow! Esskeetit!) yeah.. +Fucked a trap [?] serving up all my beans I'm [?] blow bitches want my dick yeah you know +Pass my hoe a xan now she on the floor +Not enough clout, bitch I need it all, niggas think they know but haven't seen it all (Uh uh), can't wait till all these fucking niggas crawl +[Outro: FendiFurCoat] +Yeah, esskeetit manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moshpit*Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +[?] +Ooh, Lil Pump +Yeah, huh, ahh +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh) +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +Ronny J go stupid +Ooh, yeah + +[Chorus] +I'm back on my fuck shit, yeah +I'm ready to dump shit, yeah (Ahh) +You get your your nuts slit, yeah (Chyeah) +Jump in the moshpit (Ooh, ooh) +You would get drop-kicked (Chyeah) +No, you don't want this (Woah) +100 round drum sounds just like a drum kit (Ayy, ayy) +Yeah, I'm back on my fuck shit (Chyeah, yeah) +I'm ready to dump shit, yeah (Ooh) +You get your your nuts slit, yeah (Brr) +Jump in the moshpit (Huh) +You would get drop-kicked (Chyeah) +No, you don't want this (Ayy) +100 round drum sounds just like a drum kit, uh (Pow, pow, pow) +[Verse] +You get your nuts ripped, bitch +I get my nuts licked (Chyeah) +I got a slit wrist (Uh) +I'm smokin' big dicks +Big choppa on me is used (Woo) +Servin' junkies in a drive through (Yeah) +Too many hoes, don't know which one to choose (Ooh) +What I'm 'posed to do? +Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah +I'm finna sleep on the titties +Space coupe (Woo, woo) +Take off like [?] with [?]... + +[Chorus] +I'm back on my fuck shit, yeah +I'm ready to dump shit, yeah (Ahh) +You get your your nuts slit, yeah (Chyeah) +Jump in the moshpit (Ooh, ooh) +You would get drop-kicked (Chyeah) +No, you don't want this (Woah) +100 round drum sounds just like a drum kit (Ayy, ayy) +Yeah, I'm back on my fuck shit (Chyeah, yeah) +I'm ready to dump shit, yeah (Ooh) +You get your your nuts slit, yeah (Brr) +Jump in the moshpit (Huh) +You would get drop-kicked (Chyeah) +No, you don't want this (Ayy) +100 round drum sounds just like a drum kit, uh (Pow, pow, pow)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +IDGAF*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +Lambo truck (Uh), Bentley truck (Ooh) +Blowin' all this money, I don't give a fuck (Brr) +Rolls Royce truck (Ahh), bring more sluts (Uh) +Fuck a hotel, hit it in the tour bus (Ooh) +Range Rover (Yeah), make a bitch bend over (Brr) +Hellcat came with a baby stroller +I don't know (Huh?), but this dick might choke her (Ooh) +I got... + +[Verse] +...fuckin' the baddest (Woo) +I'm a Florida nigga in Cali' (Ooh) +I see me a thot, I'ma bag it (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Lambo truck (Uh), Bentley truck (Ooh) +Blowin' all this money, I don't give a fuck (Brr) +Rolls Royce truck (Ahh), bring more sluts (Uh) +Fuck a hotel, hit it in the tour bus (Ooh) +Range Rover (Yeah), make a bitch bend over (Brr) +Hellcat came with a baby stroller +I don't know (Huh?), but this dick might choke her (Ooh) +I got...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +International Women*[Letra de "International Women"] + +[Lyrics from Snippet / Adelanto] + +[Coro: Lil Pump] +...Al revé' (Al revé') +Una geisha si te la meto otra ve' + +[Verso 1: Lil Pump] +Puta chíngame, chíngame, pero bien rico, ayy (Pero bien rico) +Culo grande, tú ere' de Puerto Rico, ayy (Puerto Rico) +Te lamo el culo y también te lamo el crico (Ayy) +En la mesa hay un kilo de perico (De perico) +Colombiana, hay marihuana, pop a molly, 'tá tu hermana (Brr) +Cero droga, mientras llama (Sheesh) +Te la meto por la...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lost HerLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Ooh, ooh, ooh +I just lost her, ooh (Skrrt) +Jetski, yeah +Oh my god, Ronny +Ooh + +[Chorus] +Ooh, ooh, ooh, I just lost her, ooh (Brr) +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I just lost her, ooh (Brr, yeah) +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I just lost her, ooh (Yeah) +Big racks on me, lookin' like a fuckin' kangaroo (Big bankroll) +I'm a rich nigga, I can do what you can't do (I'ma do, woo) +Spend 30k yesterday just on one shoe (Woo) +Pull up in an all white Phantom when I come through (Ooh, ooh) +Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom (Ooh, ooh) + +[Verse] +...(Ayy) +Yes, I'm proud, I'm so damn rich (I'm rich) +I'm a real Florida nigga, I'll punch out your shit +I threw a bottle off the balcony, I just get hit +I'm on my hot boy shit 'cause I just fucked this bitch (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Ooh, ooh, ooh, I just lost her, ooh (Brr) +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I just lost her, ooh (Brr, yeah) +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I just lost her, ooh (Yeah) +Big racks on me, lookin' like a fuckin' kangaroo (Big bankroll) +I'm a rich nigga, I can do what you can't do (I'ma do, woo) +Spend 30k yesterday just on one shoe (Woo) +Pull up in an all white Phantom when I come through (Ooh, ooh) +Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom (Ooh, ooh)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +WOCKHARDT[Intro: Lil Pump] +CB on the beat +Uh, Jetski, brr +Huh? + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +You rappers [?] bitches with a thick body (Huh?) +Baby mama number 1 and number 2 (Ooh) +Ridin' 'round rodeo, that's a 104 to choose ([?]) +I'm pourin' up 3's, no way, pourin' 2's (No) +Have you ever sipped the whole pint in 1 night? (Huh?) +Have you ever been servin' [?] and [?] the [?]? (Uh) +Have you ever smoked the whole [?]? (Have you?) +Blow a brain, [?], I wanna [?] (Pow-pow) +Have you ordered 20 sandwiches from Popeyes? (Huh?) +I got a Mexican bitch drinkin' peroxide (Wow) +If I OD on Wockhardt, just let me die (Yeah) +I catch a body, cut my hair and I go to Dubai (To Dubai) +Huh? You thought I was finished? +The homie caught a body and it ain't no witness (Uh-uh) +Threw a pint the ocean while my neighbor was fishin' +Learned a lot from my cousin from bein' in the kitchen, I whip it +Now I'm sellin' bricks to the damn witness +I beat a nigga up, he used to play for The Pistons (Yeah) +When you on drugs you make better decisions (Ooh) +Hold up, let the beat drop (Brr) +I just sold your lil' brother re-rock (Aye) +I got a Canadian bitch named Tanika (Huh?) +All she do is suck dick and smoke reefer (Smoke reefer) +They say I'm disrespectful +I got 80 pointers sittin' on my belly (On my belly) +I'm ridin' on for the pussy, you gon' [?] +Tell the promoter I'm gettin' late, don't book me (Don't book) +So I started thinkin' +I got a lot of bitches, I'm lost countin' these bitches +My man, I sold a whole brick to a midget +Better start sellin' crack, start your own business (Huh?) +4 to 7, I'm faded as fuck +Fuck around, go rob a Brinks truck (Brinks truck) +I robbed your baby mama in a Toys "R" Us (Uh) +And I put some Forgiato's on a short bus (Vroom) +Had to make a quick stop at Wingstop (Wingstop) +[?], I'm a rockstar (Aye) +I met this 1 bitch the other day with 3 felonies (Woah) +You got a threesome in France like she was on esctasy (Uh) +If I don't like the engineer, shoot him with the tier +I done came in the studio, bitch, I'm out of here (I'm out of here) +And I ain't payin' for no pussy, bitch, get out of here +She gotta teach me doin' Xan's, why I'm drinkin' beer? (Ahh) +Hold up, I'm finna call the ambulance +I called the plug by mistake, they don't mad at me (Brr) +I got spliff in my pints, use that at me (Huh?) +Baby, suck this dick, I made it to a rap page +[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] +I got a pint of red in my vest and my pockets big +Boy, your Rollie face fucked, I heard it tock and tick +.30 in this Glock, the only time you catch me poppin' shit +AK's, the fire blast off like a rocketship +Red pints everyday, I'm on some other shit +[?] +My fat bitch is tough and she can took a fuckin' risin' clip +Now there's 20's on me right now, this bitch eyes is big +If you ain't almost overdosed on drank, you ain't sippin' it right +If you ain't spend 10 bands in one day, you ain't livin' right +How you GD but ain't got bloods? You ain't crippin' right +Your bitch sellin' pussy but stay broke, you ain't dippin' right +I'm a 810 baby, yeah, the dirty water +I put my drank in Aquafina, I drink dirty water +Street nigga, I bust a nigga head for 30 dollars +Give a fuck [?], when I die [?] purple flowers +I told Pump [?], he was down for it +My bitch threw my drank in the pool, I almost drown for it +I don't want the bitch, her ass [?] in the [?] +You wanna buy this [?]? I need your ass get a [?] +Yeah, I'm overtaxin' +Hit a fat bitch with a trap and pop the blue [?] +Just signed a deal, sacrificed my opps, how about [?] rappin'? +I need your rap bein' on top, boy, you overcappin' +Damn, you lie too much +You [?] my shoes [?], I need a [?] +[?], look +Spin the Hellcat a hundred times, fuck the tires up +I love smellin' [?] +How you sellin' dope and always broke? You a [?] hustler +I kill 'em on the Saturday night, go to church Sunday +In the club Friday, ayy, for real, bitch, I work in London +I need it secondary +[?], boy, you only [?] in February +You tryna drink a lot of red today, I need that [?] +I said I'm gon' be rich and then it happened, I'm a fortune teller +Ayy, Jeffery, where you at? I need a refill +I shoot you up close in your sleep and make your dream spill +Now I got blood on my new Chanel's +Fuck around and got my shirt dirty, but I'm clean still +W-O-C-K-H-A-R-D-T, I could drink an 8 straight +Now I drink so much drank, it got me gainin' weight +Blaze a nigga blunt and 224 bitches tryin' to date +You can't find me, I been in my ass like babyface +Bust a nigga granny, daughter face with a baby Drac' +Tell your mama call her sister, make sure auntie straight +Me and Pump, we could've been shoulda seen [?] face +[Outro: Lil Pump & Rio Da Yung OG] +Rio, nigga (Ahh) +No hook 1 +Ooh, Jetski +Yeah, yeah +Ahh2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No No NoLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +(Aight, I'm fried) +No-no-no, no-no-no +(Twenty five bitches on the [?]) +No-no-no, no +Ayy, Manzo, we got a hit, boy +No-no-no, no (Woo) +Ooh, Bi-BigHead on the beat +Please, don't fuck my bitch +Whoa, whoa + +[Chorus] +No-no-no, no-no (No-no) +No-no-no, no-no (Whoa) +No-no-no, no-no (Ooh) +No-no-no, no-no (Chyeah) +Ho wanna fuck, that's a no-no...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Red LightLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Catch a nigga at the red light, ooh +Pop his ass at the red light, ooh (Light) +My bust down always right, brr, ooh +Lil Pump pourin' them pints, ooh +At the red light, let go +At the red light, red light, red light, let go, ooh +At the red light, let go, brr +At the red light, red light, red light, let go +Catch a nigga at the red light, ooh (Ooh) +Pop his ass at the red light, ooh (Light) +My bust down always right, brr, ooh +Lil Pump pourin' them pints, ooh +At the red light, let go +At the red light, red light, red light, let go, ooh +At the red light, let go, brr +At the red light, red light, red light, let go + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Catch a nigga at the red light, ooh +Pop his ass at the red light, ooh (Light) +My bust down always right, brr, ooh +Lil Pump pourin' them pints, ooh +At the red light, let go +At the red light, red light, red light, let go, ooh +At the red light, let go, brr +At the red light, red light, red light, let go +Catch a nigga at the red light, ooh (Ooh) +Pop his ass at the red light, ooh (Light) +My bust down always right, brr, ooh +Lil Pump pourin' them pints, ooh +At the red light, let go +At the red light, red light, red light, let go, ooh +At the red light, let go, brr +At the red light, red light, red light, let go +[Verse 2: Smokepurpp] +At the red light, let go +I drag my baby mama with her elbow +Bitch, don't touch me 'cause I'm walkin' [?] +Left me, hoe, you still like all my photos... + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Catch a nigga at the red light, ooh +Pop his ass at the red light, ooh (Light) +My bust down always right, brr, ooh +Lil Pump pourin' them pints, ooh +At the red light, let go +At the red light, red light, red light, let go, ooh +At the red light, let go, brr +At the red light, red light, red light, let go +Catch a nigga at the red light, ooh (Ooh) +Pop his ass at the red light, ooh (Light) +My bust down always right, brr, ooh +Lil Pump pourin' them pints, ooh +At the red light, let go +At the red light, red light, red light, let go, ooh +At the red light, let go, brr +At the red light, red light, red light, let goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Visa[Intro] +Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff +Yeah, ooh, Lil Pump +Jetski, brr, yeah +Bitch, bitch, woah +Woah, woah, yeah +Woah, woah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +I do fuck shit for no reason (No reason) +Drop an eight in a two-liter (Yeah) +Fuck a bitch once (Huh?), then forgot (Yeah), I had amnesia (Amnesia) +Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (Throw it up) +It look like I had a seizure (Woah) +She's an eater, she's an eater (Huh?) +Fuck the bitch, ain't got no Visa (No Visa) +I do fuck shit for no reason (Yeah) +Drop an eight in a two-liter (Two-liter) +Fuck a bitch once (Huh?), then forgot (Yeah), I had amnesia (Bitch) +Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up +It look like I had a seizure (Seizure) +She's an eater, she's an eater (Eater) +Fuck the bitch, ain't got no Visa (No Visa), yeah + +[Verse] +Bad bitch (Bad), with no Visa, she from Costa Rica (Rica) +I'm in Amsterdam gang bangin' (Gang, bang), whip out my Grim Reaper (Yeah) +Kick a bitch out like FIFA (FIFA) +Ugly ass bitch, I don't need her (I don't need her) +Told that bitch, "Turn around and take out them ugly ass Fila's" (Them Fila's) +I-I-I just did a walkthrough in Manchester for like fifty (Fifty) +Young rich nigga like Diddy (Like Diddy, ooh) +Turn on the light 'cause my bust down look pretty (Yeah) +And she let me play with her kitty (Kitty), ooh +I talk too much shit so I'm not too shitty +Motorboat in her pussy, like Quagmire, "Giggity, giggity" (Giggity) +[Chorus] +I do fuck shit for no reason (No reason) +Drop an eight in a two-liter (Yeah) +Fuck a bitch once (Huh?), then forgot (Yeah), I had amnesia (Amnesia) +Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (Throw it up) +It look like I had a seizure (Woah) +She's an eater, she's an eater (Huh?) +Fuck the bitch, ain't got no Visa (No Visa) +I do fuck shit for no reason (Yeah) +Drop an eight in a two-liter (Two-liter) +Fuck a bitch once (Huh?), then forgot (Yeah), I had amnesia (Bitch) +Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up +It look like I had a seizure (Seizure) +She's an eater, she's an eater (Eater) +Fuck the bitch, ain't got no Visa (No Visa)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck SchoolLyrics from snippet + +...left my vacation (Ooh) +And I'm richer than you, boy, you're out of paper (Chyeah, chyeah) +Fuck my teacher, fuck my principal, boy (Brr, boy) +All you bitches broke (Chyeah) +Left pinky ring...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Just Fucked Up*Lyrics from snippet + +...in the morning (Huh?), but Lil Pump still at strip club (Strip club) +They say I'm dyslexic (Huh?) +No, lil' bitch, I'm just fucked up (Fucked up)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In Da Way[Chorus] +Them bitches stay off in your way (Stay off in your way) +They always got some shit to say (Got some shit to say) +Want you so them hoes not to play with you, yeah +Tell them hoes go and find a date (Go and find a date, go and find a date) +'Cause they get in the way (Woo), in the way +Them hoes be takin' space +Don't take the bait, they gon' exaggerate +They wanna take your place, when they in your face +You don't know what to say +Them bitches stay off in your way (Stay off in your way, stay off in your way), yeah + +[Verse] +I had to Cartier my shades (I had to Cartier my shades) +I switch hoеs like Ace of Spades, yеah (I switch hoes like Ace of Spades, yeah), yeah +Come here and sit on my face (Come here and sit on my face) +Come on, let's rage (Come on, let's rage) +I just bought a brand new toolie (I just bought a brand new toolie, woo) +Yeah, she a groupie (Yeah, she a groupie) +Bad lil' bitch actin' unruly (Actin' unruly), ten hoes in a jacuzzi (Ten hoes in a jacuzzi) +I don't wanna pay no mind to these bitches, 'cause you is a waste of time +I've been pourin' so much drank, I just hope that I don't die (I just hope that I don't die) + +[Chorus] +Them bitches stay off in your way (In your way) +They always got some shit to say (Some shit to say) +Want you so them hoes not to play with you, yeah +Tell them hoes go and find a date (Go and find a date, go and find a date) +'Cause they get in the way (Woo), in the way +Them hoes be takin' space +Don't take the bait, they gon' exaggerate +They wanna take your place, when they in your face +You don't know what to say +Them bitches stay off in your way (Stay off in your way, stay off in your way)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Naked Hoes*Lyrics from snippet + +...I don't smoke no Swisher +But I will fuck your sister +And I'll leave her in a sprinter (Ayy) +8 naked hoes (Ooh) with pretty toes...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +MarriageLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...I'ma stretch it right, 50 carats (Ooh) +I got like 200 hoes, I don't wanna get married (Uh-uh) +Don't make me go fuck up your marriage (Your marriage, yeah) +Don't make me go fuck up your marriage (Ooh) +Don't make me go fuck up your marriage (Don't make me) +I got like 200 hoes, I don't wanna get married (Uh-uh) + +[Verse] +Fuck up your marriage and I'ma fuck up your life +I'ma fuck up, I'ma fuck up, I'ma fuck on your wife (Ooh, ooh) +I just hit a bitch that got divorced last night (Uh-uh) +I'm only here to give you...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +CoronaLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...at the beach house (Ooh) +Told that lil' bitch I don't eat out +You ask me again then I'm punchin' yo teeth out (Bitch) +Corona, Corona, Corona +I hope you don't got it, 'cause I'm finna tweak out (On God) +I ain't a YouTuber, I ain't a TikToker (No way, lil' bitch) +Lil Pump is a pill popper +I think I need two...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +BentleysLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +New Bentley, bitch, two Bentleys on my wrist, bitch +Couple Bentleys, chyeah, four Bentleys on my wrist, bitch +It's five bitches, but two bitches suckin' dick, ooh, nigga +Opp stoppa, bought me a new whip and [?] quick, esskeetit +New Bentley, bitch, two Bentleys on my wrist, bitch +Couple Bentleys, four Bentleys on my wrist, bitch +Five Bentleys, told two bitches to suck this dick, my nigga +Opp stoppa, bought me a new whip and [?] quick + +[Verse] +My nigga, don't make me start, you know this AP 200 G's +You should know my car goes [?] (Ooh) +I got all bitches on me, bust like I'm Ginobili (Yeah) +Yeah, you know I'm swervin', come on, let's hop in my 'Rari, yeah... + +[Chorus] +New Bentley, bitch, two Bentleys on my wrist, bitch +Couple Bentleys, chyeah, four Bentleys on my wrist, bitch +It's five bitches, but two bitches suckin' dick, ooh, nigga +Opp stoppa, bought me a new whip and [?] quick, esskeetit +New Bentley, bitch, two Bentleys on my wrist, bitch +Couple Bentleys, four Bentleys on my wrist, bitch +Five Bentleys, told two bitches to suck this dick, my nigga +Opp stoppa, bought me a new whip and [?] quickEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trapspot[Chorus] +Man, fuck twelve, I'm in my trap hot +Pull up in a Phantom to the trap spot +We be in the kitchen whipping crack rock +I just fell in love with the damn guap +Call up Lil O, he ran a beamer +30 with a beam on my damn Glock +Better not snitch if I get caught +If you do then I'm pulling up on yo block + +[Verse] +Pistol to your face +Designer at the waist +Big 30 on me, boy, don't make me catch a case +If you snitch, then I'm pulling up on yo block +And [?], yeah, we all bloodshot +Bet y'all niggas pussy, all y'all niggas [?] +Mix the cola with the drank, you call the damn cops +Bitch I get the bands, that will not stop +I just call your wifey just to give me top +Pull up in a foreign make you know I'm scorin' +Lookin' at my Nascar, that bitch hella floor it +Pull up with the gang, I let my pistol hang +Bitch they know I'm Lil Pump, I'm pullin' up with gang + +[Chorus] +Man, fuck twelve, I'm in my trap hot +Pull up in a Phantom to the trap spot +We be in the kitchen whipping crack rock +I just fell in love with the damn guap +Call up Lil O, he ran a beamer +30 with a beam on my damn Glock +Better not snitch if I get caught +If you do then I'm pulling up on yo blockEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rockstar Life*Lyrics from snippet + +...Glocks on my waist when I walk in (Ooh) +Charge a hunnid bands for a walkin' (Huh?) +Rockstar life, Stevie Hawking (Ahh) +Shoot at a rapper then start shit (Uh-huh) +Another...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +VVS*Lyrics from snippet + +...doo, doo, yeah +All my drip is from VVS, yeah, sheesh +All my drip came from VVS +Ooh, ooh, ooh, I fuck this bitch in the room...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bandana*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...Louis bandana, fuck her on camera +Demi Lovato, ooh, ooh +Louis bandana, fuck her on camera +Demi Lovato, ooh + +[Verse] +Nunchucks, pull up in the drop-top Phantom +Don't play with Glocks, bitch, I only got Commandos +Fucked up, hold up... + +[Chorus] +...Louis bandana, fuck her on camera +Demi Lovato, ooh, ooh +Louis bandana, fuck her on camera +Demi Lovato, oohEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Three Hoes*Lyrics from snippet + +...three hoes with me and one is albino +I seen my baby mama throwin' hands with my side hoe...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Goyard On My Belt[Intro] +Lil Pump, yeah, huh? +Brr, ooh +Oh my God, Ronny + +[Chorus] +Goyard on my belt, uh (Yeah), whip it like I'm Steph, uh +Which one (Ooh) of you bitches am I gonna fuck next? (Yeah) Uh +Wake up and hop on a jet (Huh?), I feel like I'm Malcolm X (Yeah) +Drip, drop (Drip, drop), all my diamonds Eliantte wet (Ayy) +Goyard on my belt, uh (Uh), whip it like I'm Steph, uh (Yeah) +Which one (Ooh) of you bitches am I gonna fuck next? (Yeah) Uh +Wake up and hop on a jet (Yeah), I feel like I'm Malcolm X (Ooh) +Drip, drop (Drip, drop), all my diamonds Eliantte wet (Yeah, yeah) + +[Verse] +Wet, wet, wet, yeah, they wet like a jet-ski (Woo, ooh) +I'm at E11EVEN suckin' nipples like it's breastfeed (Yeah) +Walk in that bitch, throw a 50 ball (Woo) +All of these strippers on Adderall (Yeah) +Fuck on that bitch, leave her at the mall (Ooh) +Fifteen-hundred for these feared gods (Woah) +Talk down, you ridin' in a bitch gang (Yeah) +Hoes in the whip doin' cocaine (Ooh) +Dare you, nigga, tryna take my chain (Yeah) +That's the day that you die, bye, bye, mane (Bye, bye, bye) +Bust out his windows (Woo), with an extendo (Fafafa) +Sleep with an AR (Woo), under my pillow (Under my pillow), ooh +[Chorus] +Goyard on my belt, uh (Yeah), whip it like I'm Steph, uh +Which one (Ooh) of you bitches am I gonna fuck next? (Yeah) Uh +Wake up and hop on a jet (Huh?), I feel like I'm Malcolm X (Yeah) +Drip, drop (Drip, drop), all my diamonds Eliantte wet (Ayy) +Goyard on my belt, uh (Uh), whip it like I'm Steph, uh (Yeah) +Which one (Ooh) of you bitches am I gonna fuck next? (Yeah) Uh +Wake up and hop on a jet (Yeah), I feel like I'm Malcolm X (Ooh) +Drip, drop (Drip, drop), all my diamonds Eliantte wet (Yeah, yeah) + +[Outro] +Yeah, ooh, yeah +Huh? Yeah, drip-drop +Aye, ooh, whip +Ooh, yeah, ooh +Drip-drop, yeah-yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +6 RingsLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Ooh +Bitch, yeah +Ooh, uh, yeah, brr +Lil Pump + +[Chorus] +6 rings on like Pippen, 6 rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah +6 rings on like Pippen, I'ma go dive right in it (Ooh, brr) +6 rings on like Pippen, 6 rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah +6 rings on like Pippen, Audemars Piguet, they hittin' (Yeah, ooh) +6 rings on like Pippen, 6 rings on like Pippen (Yeah, yeah, brr) +6 rings on like Pippen, 6 rings on like Pippen (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +6 rings on like Pippen, smokin' on jit, that's midget (Yeah, woo) +6 rings on like Pippеn, 6 rings on like Pippen (Bitch) + +[Verse] +6 rings on like Pippеn +Mama whip meth in the kitchen (Yeah, whip) +Bitch, where the fuck is you sittin'? +Come here, suck this dick and (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) +Bust it down for a McChicken +Backyard full of dead fishes (Woo, uh) +Shut the fuck up right now +I ain't give you no commission (Woah, wait) +Bitch, I'm on bay drive, throwin' up gang signs (Yeah, yeah) +I'm pourin' up 8 lines, my mama on FaceTime (Mama) +I'm fuckin' your baby mom and your sister at the same time (For real) +My grandma, she get caught for slangin' that ER (Yeah, yeah) +You better brush your teeth before you gon' suck this dick ([?]) +[?], I told that bitch to [?] that shit ([?] it) +Take a nigga bitch to the back, uh-uh, uh-uh, [?] (No way, uh) +[?], paint my nails, then slit my wrist (Uh-uh) +[Chorus] +6 rings on like Pippen, 6 rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah +6 rings on like Pippen, I'ma go dive right in it (Ooh, brr) +6 rings on like Pippen, 6 rings on like Pippen, yeah, yeah +6 rings on like Pippen, Audemars Piguet, they hittin' (Yeah, ooh) +6 rings on like Pippen, 6 rings on like Pippen (Yeah, yeah, brr) +6 rings on like Pippen, 6 rings on like Pippen (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +6 rings on like Pippen, smokin' on jit, that's midget (Yeah, woo) +6 rings on like Pippen, 6 rings on like Pippen (Bitch)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How to Read*Lyrics from snippet + +...read a book, I don't how to read (I don't) +But I got money like I'm L.A. Reid (Uh-huh)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Never*Lyrics from snippet 1 + +...bought another gun, don't know my mama name (Brr) +I wanna wash him as close as I'ma crash that thang +My Lamborghini hardcore drivin', don't do [?] +I swear I'm gonna tie you up, why you playin' 2K? (Yeah) +Bitch, I never worked a day in my life (Never) +But I'ma scholar high, 5 thousand pints (Clever) +Fuck that, my nigga... + +Lyrics from snippet 2 + +...I hope that she don't got gonorrhea (I hope) +Super Saiyan Pump, bitch, I feel like Vegeta (Uh) +A left or right? Don't know how to keep her (Brr) +Gave her ass an E and the E is for eater (Bih) +I'm rollin' up, cheerin' a blunt..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Xans & Percs*Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Brr, brr +Yeah +Oh my god, Ronny! +Uh, brr + +[Chorus] +Xan's up (Ooh) +Perc's up (Yeah) +Grandma whippin' up crack rock (Whippin')...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yacht*Lyrics from snippet + +...[?] +Pull out the stick and I up +He got just tried on a bus +Dior all on my denim +Yes, I done broke hella records +Auntie, she needs a professor +She just sucked my dick and I let her (Woo) +I'm on a yacht +Let her, let her...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cancelled My Show*Lyrics from snippet 1 + +...damn, uh, 'cause I want to buy a whole eight +I just went back in my account and buy a pint of Act' when it's... + +Lyrics from snippets 2 & 3 + +...cancelled my show, 'cause I got a new [?] +Lamborghini, 'cause I got 100 and the other one is here, ooh +Don't worry 'bout the coke, 'cause I'm a certified drug addict (Certified drug addict) +Stayin' in the Roseville, I just [?] with some hot [?] (Fa, fa, fa, uh) +It's hot here, and I'm sellin' dope in [?] (Uh, uh) +Got a side bitch in [?] +If I see a baby got dinero I'm gonna pop 'em (Fa, fa, fa) +I don't wanna...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Short Bus[Intro] +Uh +Fuck a tour bus, I got a short bus, uh +Jetski +M-M-M-Murda, ooh + +[Chorus] +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty (Ooh) +Short bus shawty in my garage (Yeah) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty (Short bus) +Short bus shawty in my garage (Ooh) +None of this shit won't stop (Ooh), uh +Whip up the pot like a robot (Ooh), uh +None of this shit won't stop (Ooh), uh +Thotties on thotties on thots (Ooh), uh +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty +Short bus shawty in my garage (Ooh) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty (Yeah) +Short bus shawty in my garage (Woah) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty +Short bus shawty in my garage (Uh) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty +Short bus shawty in my garage (Ooh) + +[Verse] +Short bus shawty pick your bitch up +Short bus shawty came with a hundred strippers (Brr) +Threw a hundred bands at 11 +Then I told the bouncer bitch don't pick shit up +Let my shit stack, uh +And I just came out the jet with like eight-hundred bands (Eight-hundred bands) +Pull her wig back +Baby lookin' at me like Martha Stewart just came back (Martha) +Wanna do city, I do what I wanna do (I wanna do) +I wanna fuck her and I wanna fuck her too (Ooh) +I ain't finna lie, my baby mama wanna fight you +No lil' bitch, I ain't finna take care of you (Uh-uh) +She wanna fuck on us (Uh) +She wanna fuck me on the short bus (Short bus) +Fuck Trump, in Lil Pump we trust +Fuck Trump, in Lil Pump we trust +[Chorus] +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty +Short bus shawty in my garage (Ooh) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty (Yeah) +Short bus shawty in my garage (Woah) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty +Short bus shawty in my garage (Uh) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty +Short bus shawty in my garage (Ooh) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty (Ooh) +Short bus shawty in my garage (Yeah) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty (Short bus) +Short bus shawty in my garage (Ooh) +None of this shit won't stop (Ooh), uh +Whip up the pot like a robot (Ooh), uh +None of this shit won't stop (Ooh), uh +Thotties on thotties on thots (Ooh), uh +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty +Short bus shawty in my garage (Ooh) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty (Yeah) +Short bus shawty in my garage (Woah) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty +Short bus shawty in my garage (Uh) +Short bus shawty, short bus shawty +Short bus shawty in my garage (Ooh)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SHE LUVIN’[Intro] +Bravestarr +Trap-A-Holics mixtapes +Moto, Moto, Moto, Moto + +[Bridge: Lil Pump] +Ayy, she lovin' the way that I fuck up my wrist (fuck up my wrist, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +She lovin' the way that I'm hittin' them licks (hittin' them licks) +She lovin' the way that I'm flippin' the bricks (I'm flippin' the bricks, skrrt) +She lovin' the way that I empty the clip (I empty the clip, ayy, ayy) +She lovin' the way that I fuck up my wrist (skrrt, fuck up my wrist, ayy) +She lovin' the way that I'm flippin' the bricks (I'm flippin' the bricks) +She lovin' the way that I'm flippin' the bricks (I'm flippin' the bricks) +She lovin' the way that I empty the clip + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +She lovin' the way that I hand her down (hand her down, woo) +I'm trappin', I'm juggin', I'm gettin' the cash (get the cash, ayy, ayy) +I'm ballin' so hard, I think I'm Steve Nash (swish) +I'm fuckin' your bitch and I'm backin' the splash (skrrt, esskeetit) +I'm hittin' the lick (ayy, ayy) +I'm so with the shit (yeah, ayy) +Big 30's on me with extendo clip + +[Verse 2: Smokepurpp] +Ayy, ayy, watch me hit the dab +And your bitch I smash +Yeah, you know I pass, yeah, ayy (skrrt, skrrt) +Bitch it's Lil O and all I have is O's +Gazzy, that's my bro, ayy (skrrt) +And my whip by the dozens (skrrt) +I'm fuckin' a bitch and her cousin (ayy) +You know I turned nothin' to somethin' (yuh) +And extended clip +And that's on my dick (uh, yeah, yeah) +Watch-piece on my wrist (yuh) +Watch me hit a lick (uh, yeah, yeah) +Ayy, yeah, I fucked up my wrist +I just fucked that bitch +I just slapped some licksEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +EverydayLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +I wear different watch everyday +I wear different...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Winnin*Lyrics from snippet + +...bih, this Actavis fucked up my kidney (Ooh) +Tell her to keep me if I go to prison (Brr) +I'm at 11, throw the racks to the ceilings, duh-uh +12 robbed me, [?], I'ma hit it (Uh, ooh) +Balenciagas on me 'cause I'm winnin', ayy +Been damn this, been damn that, ayy +Drink a whole pint to the face like "Damn" +AP on my wrist like 80 bands...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck Her Sister*Lyrics from snippet + +...She gon' let me fuck her sister, she gon' do what I say...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Burnin*Lyrics from snippet + +...(Ahh) +I took a bitch on a journey +I'm sippin' Act and my vision real blurry +I beat up the pussy, it's burnin' +I got a shot on my ass and it's hurtin' +My doctor told me "Don't worry" (Don't worry) +But...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drop*Lyrics from snippet + +...don't need to name-drop him +I need his head droppin' +Plenty thots, I put a hole in him (Fa, fa, fa) +Just like a honey bun (Yeah) +Shot an opp, we get him [?] (Blit, blit) +They know we up to somethin' (Huh?) +Mad ice, wrist on ice, every...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bitch I Think I Have/Made Swag[Intro] +DJ Fatality + +[Chorus: Based King] +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, Louis shirt, tied pants +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, Louis shirt, tied pants +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Eleven year old rapper artist on them sold bitches +Got all these jits hatin' 'cause I'm ballin', no bitches +I started it up, so I put the gas into ignition +Licked your girl for a month with no permission +The best eleven year old rapper, I write my own lyrics +I end these fake rappers, they careers is finished +I saw her check up, got this girl braggin' +He say he got cake, but like internet connection, he laggin' +Me and seller just, what I got in my mind +I see that girl over there, she fine as wine +Only hot girls, damn, I'm always on my grind +It's your girlfriend, and she said "One more time" +24 verses, living life full of curses +Your girl be sayin' she just did 1 mistake but it we be all on purpose +Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag +[Chorus: Based King] +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, Louis shirt, tied pants +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, Louis shirt, tied pants +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag +Bitch I think I got swag, bitch I think I got swag + +[Verse 2: Based King] +75 years, so you know I'm straight swaggin' +Spendin' heavy plans every month, just what we braggin' +My pants straight swaggin' 'cause I'm magic like Aladdin +Better all you niggas know it, I got the game straight laggin' +I don't want it, bih, don't touch me in this fuckin' rap game +Like Middle B, man, I just be doin' my fuckin' thang +And I don't give no fuck and she motherfuckin' thick +Bitch, I fucked yo girlfriend, her pussy wetter than a stick +And you know I got the motherfuckin' Sprite that I'm pourin' up +Bitches always need it 'cause the penis, they be throwin' up +I don't give a fuck, fuck yo bitch, and I'm suckin' +Then I take her to my house, told that bitch a bunch of lessons +'Cause you know I be motherfuckin' damn swaggin' +Niggas always playin' 'cause their game is straight laggin' +I don't give a fuck what you think about this +It's a fuckin' freestyle and you can go and suck my dick +[Chorus: Based King] +Bitch I think I made swag, bitch I think I made swag +Bitch I think I made swag, Louis shirt, tiny pants +Bitch I think I made swag, bitch I think I made swag +Bitch I think I made swag, bitch I think I made swag +Bitch I think I made swag, bitch I think I made swag +Bitch I think I made swag, Louis shirt, tiny pants +Bitch I think I made swag, bitch I think I made swag +Bitch I think I made swag, bitch I think I made swag + +[Outro: Based King] +Bitches on my fuckin' dick, what?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Left Stick, Right Stick*Lyrics from snippets + +[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +Hoo + +[Chorus] +Left stick, right stick (Brr) +Mortal Kombat... + +[Verse] +...you don't wanna suck no dick? (What?) +Aight, bitch (Aight) +Out the front door +I don't wanna see her no more +I'ma fuck up your whole life, bitch (Ahh, ahh) +I got like twenty-two guns in my storage +I said none of you bitches important... +...I was stuck in the middle of her titties +Because I found out that her titties were showin' (Yeah) +I'm in Costcos, walkin' with a Draco (Brr) +Put a hole in 'em like a bagel (Ooh) +I was sellin' ketamine to Rachel (Ooh) +Versace, Versace, Versace like Quavo (Ooh) +Bitch, stop lookin' at me (Bitch) +Before I shoot...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Ain’t Got Time (iShyne 2)Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Aye +Esskeetit (Brr) +Ooh, Lil Pump, chyeah (Huh?) +Jetski, yeah, ooh (Ronny J on the beat, bitch) +I ain't got time for no bitches, yeah (Ooh) + +[Chorus] +I ain't got time for no bitches +I ain't got time for no bitches, yeah (Ooh, ooh) +I ain't got time for no reapeats (Yeah) +I ain't got time for no reapeats, bitch (Blaow) +I ain't got time for no bitches +I ain't got time for no bitches, no (Esskeetit) +500k in my engine (Yeah) +500k in my engine (Bitch) +I ain't got time for no bitch (Yeah) +I ain't got time for no bitch, no, no (Bitch) +Bust down Patek my wrist +Bust down Patek my wrist (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) +I ain't got time for no bitch +I ain't got time for no bitch (No way, no, ooh) +Bust down Patek my wrist +Bust down Patеk my wrist, bitch (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, bitch) +[Verse] +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Walk in, shе get touched down +AK-47 get you up now +Got a bitch pregnant at the beach house +No one did lent me my Rovers +Pussy juice all on my covers (Ooh) +I'm gettin' [?] and [?] (Uh) +Fuck on his wife, I suck her + +[Chorus] +I ain't got time for no bitches +I ain't got time for no bitches, yeah (Ooh, ooh) +I ain't got time for no reapeats (Yeah) +I ain't got time for no reapeats, bitch (Blaow) +I ain't got time for no bitches +I ain't got time for no bitches, no (Esskeetit) +500k in my engine (Yeah) +500k in my engine (Bitch) +I ain't got time for no bitch (Yeah) +I ain't got time for no bitch, no, no (Bitch) +Bust down Patek my wrist +Bust down Patek my wrist (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) +I ain't got time for no bitch +I ain't got time for no bitch (No way, no, ooh) +Bust down Patek my wrist +Bust down Patek my wrist, bitch (Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, bitch)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Left Her Ass*Lyrics from snippet + +...Left her ass on read +While the auntie give me head +Smokin' on Fathead +I beat up the pussy, it's black (Ooh)...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Go Get It[Intro] +Yeah +Woah, Jet +CB on the beat +Yeah, ooh, ooh (Aye) + +[Chorus] +Go get it, go get it (Yeah) +Go get it (Ooh), go get it (Huh?) +Go get it (Woah), go get it (Yeah) +Go get it, let's get it (Let's go) +Go get it (Yeah), go get it (Uh, brr) +She want Chanel, go get it (Uh, woah) +She want Dior, go get it (Yeah), yeah +Bop on bean, now I'm twisted (Uh) +Go get it, go get it (Yeah) +Go get it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +Go get it, go get it (Yeah) +Go get it, esskeetit (Uh) +Go get it, drug addict, uh +She want Chanel, go get it, uh (Yeah) +She want Dior, go get it (Let's go), yeah +Bop on bean, now I'm twisted (Brr) + +[Verse] +Yeah, yeah +I'm twisted (Ooh, ooh) +I hit the plug, I spend it (Spend it), yeah +Mama in the kitchen just whip it (Yeah) +V12 all on my engine, bitch (Yeah) +Whip it, whip it (Whip it) +Uncle got a (Huh?), life sentence (What?) +I'm not a TikToker (No) +Bitch, I'm a pill popper (Let's go) +Kick a bitch out like, fuck, yeah +Kick a bitch out like soccer (Yeah, soccer) +Damn, damn (Yeah, brr) +[?] kickin' in, [?] (Yeah) +Huh? Ooh, huh? Fuck +Had a ratchet [?] like it's hurtin' me (Let's go) +[Chorus] +Go get it, go get it (Yeah) +Go get it (Ooh), go get it (Huh?) +Go get it (Woah), go get it (Yeah) +Go get it, let's get it (Let's go) +Go get it (Yeah), go get it (Uh, brr) +She want Chanel, go get it (Uh, woah) +She want Dior, go get it (Yeah), yeah +Bop on bean, now I'm twisted (Uh) +Go get it, go get it (Yeah) +Go get it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +Go get it, go get it (Yeah) +Go get it, esskeetit (Uh) +Go get it, drug addict, uh +She want Chanel, go get it, uh (Yeah) +She want Dior, go get it (Let's go), yeah +Bop on bean, now I'm twisted + +[Outro] +Uh +Go get it, go get it (Yeah) +Go get it, let's get it (Esskeetit) +Go get it, go get it (Yeah) +Go get it, esskeetit (Uh) +Go get it, drug addict, uh +She want Chanel, go get it, uh (Yeah) +She want Dior, go get it (Let's go), yeah +Bop on bean, now I'm twistedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Red Ain’t Dead[Intro] +CB on the beat +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead, Jet +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead + +[Chorus] +Uh, drop-top coupe, fuck a Benz (Ooh) +I wanna fuck you and your friends (Huh?) +Wake up in the morning, take meds (Yeah) +Get the pharmacy and she's sad (Hmm) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Nah) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Bitch) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Yеah) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dеad (Ooh) + +[Verse] +Red, red, red (Yeah) +I need head, head, head (Huh?) +Quarter million sittin' on my neck (Woah, woah), ooh +Fuck a boujee bitch right on a jet (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Dior all over my body (Let's go) +Walk in the club with a shotty (Fa-fa-fa), yeah +Wrist cost a whole damn 'Rari (Woah) +I'm on a bean and a molly (Molly) +Hopped out the coupe to the Aventador (Ooh) +I just had a threesome on the second floor (Yeah), yeah +I'm the reason that your bitch just got divorced (Huh?) +Bitch, I'm geeked up like a fuckin' dork (Geeked) +[Chorus] +Uh, drop-top coupe, fuck a Benz (Ooh) +I wanna fuck you and your friends (Huh?) +Wake up in the morning, take meds (Yeah) +Get the pharmacy and she's sad (Hmm) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Nah) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Bitch) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Yeah) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Ooh) + +[Open Verse] + +[Chorus] +Uh, drop-top coupe, fuck a Benz (Ooh) +I wanna fuck you and your friends (Huh?) +Wake up in the morning, take meds (Yeah) +Get the pharmacy and she's sad (Hmm) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Nah) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Bitch) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Yeah) +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead (Ooh) + +[Outro] +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead +Red ain't dead, red ain't dead2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Whack A Nigga*Lyrics from snippet + +...my back 'cause it's worth kickin' (Yeah) +I paid a crackhead to go whack a nigga +Homie caught a body on the story, took it off of Insta +Only sippin' on Wock' and shit, I ain't fuckin' with Patricia (Ooh) +I'm a jinky ass nigga, yeah, I rob my sister (Brr) +You ain't fuckin' on the gang, then you out of line...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Count Up RacksLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...(Ooh) +Yeah +Damn, Quad, this shit bangs +Ooh + +[Chorus] +I'm covered in Leopard (Ooh) +Givenchy boots to the Moncler sweater (Brr, ahh) +I'm buyin' whatever (Uh) +Smashin' her 1 time, then I forget her (Huh?) +These hoes wanna fuck, I'm rich, I get it +I stomp in the club with the stick, esskeetit (Woah) +Brand new whip [?], them windows, they tinted (Brr) +Count up them racks in the club while I'm chillin' (Brr, brr, ooh) +I'm covered in Leopard (Yeah) +Givenchy boots to the Moncler sweater (Brr, brr) +I'm buyin' whatever (Ooh) +Smashin' her 1 time, then I forget her (Uh-huh) +These hoes wanna fuck, I'm rich, I get it (Ooh) +I stomp in the club with the stick, esskeetit (Ooh) +Brand new whip [?], them windows, they tinted (Brr) +Count up them racks in the club while I'm chillin' (Uh-huh) +[Verse 1] +Count 20 racks up in boobie trap (Woah) +I put my dick in the booty crack (Ahh) +No, I don't need a house (Uh) +'Less I get paid a 100 racks (Woo) +Chanel-nel's all on my feet (Uh-huh, uh) +All of my bitches for streets (Brr, uh) +Flawless baguettes on my teeth (Ooh) +They cost like 20 a piece (Brr, ooh) +Hop out the G5 (G5) +Hop out the G5, go take a G5 (Woo, woo) +Yellow Lambo with some bullet holes +That bitch look just like a [?] (Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, ooh) +She paid a 100 bands for her visa (Visa) +She said I look like John Cena (Huh?) +I got that whole money, I eat her (I eat her) +I know that she Dirty Katrina (Ahh-huh) + +[Chorus] +I'm covered in Leopard (Ooh) +Givenchy boots to the Moncler sweater (Woah) +I'm buyin' whatever (Uh) +Smashin' her 1 time, then I forget her (Brr, brr) +These hoes wanna fuck, I'm rich, I get it +I stomp in the club with the stick, esskeetit (Doo-doo-doo) +Brand new whip [?], them windows, they tinted (Woah) +Count up them racks in the club while I'm chillin' (Woo) +I'm covered in Leopard (Uh) +Givenchy boots to the Moncler sweater (Ooh) +I'm buyin' whatever (Brr) +Smashin' her 1 time, then I forget her (Uh-huh) +These hoes wanna fuck, I'm rich, I get it (Ooh) +I stomp in the club with the stick, esskeetit (Doo-doo-doo) +Brand new whip [?], them windows, they tinted (Brr) +Count up them racks in the club while I'm chillin' (Ahh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +12 Gauge[Intro] +Yeah, ooh (Brr) +CB on the beat +Bitch, yeah (Yeah) +Brr, oww, huh? + +[Chorus] +Too much drugs in my body (Yeah, yeah), ooh +I'm on the bean, I'm on the molly (Molly) +Yeah, I got a 12 gauge shotty (Yeah), yeah +But I'm in the box like Roddy (Brr, brr), yeah +12 gauge shotty (Yeah) +Bullet 10 Crip with a 12 gauge shotty (Yeah, yeah) +12 gauge shotty (Huh?) +Bullet 10 Crip with a 12 gauge shotty +Too much drugs in my body (Yeah) +I'm on the bean, I'm on the molly (Huh?) +Yeah, I got a 12 gauge shotty (Uh-huh), yeah +But I'm in the box like Roddy (Brr, brr), yeah +12 gauge shotty (Uh) +Bullet 10 Crip with a 12 gauge shotty (Yeah, yeah) +12 gauge shotty (Brr) +Bullеt 10 Crip with a 12 gauge shotty (Let's go), yeah + +[Verse] +I need to gеt nuetered, I'm gettin' brain like a tutor (Bitch, bitch) +I got a fetish (Huh?), I'm bustin' nuts in a cougar (Ooh) +I'm takin' H at The Hooters (Huh?) +She wanted some molly, I boof her (Ooh) +She got a pussy, I use her (Use her) +[?], I need to [?] her (Yeah) +I'm in Carol City lookin' for thots +[?] videos on TikTok (Huh?) +F&N pop on a big red dot (Brr) +Bust down Rollie, no tick-tock (Uh) +Got to pour the Wock or a crack rock (Yeah) +And I'm in the hood servin' fentanyl (Yeah), doo-doo +Tell that bitch shut 'fore I let her +She sucked 5 dicks, then I'm tourin', let's get on (Get on) +Hold on, hold on, come back here, lil' bitch (Come here) +Up your mouth up (Oww), and let me take a piss (Psss) +Turn around, up your neck up, now let me take a shit (Huh?) +She want to get boom, hold on, bitch, fuck, that full of my piss (No way, ayy) +[Chorus] +Too much drugs in my body (Yeah, yeah), ooh +I'm on the bean, I'm on the molly (Molly) +Yeah, I got a 12 gauge shotty (Yeah), yeah +But I'm in the box like Roddy (Brr, brr), yeah +12 gauge shotty (Yeah) +Bullet 10 Crip with a 12 gauge shotty (Yeah, yeah) +12 gauge shotty (Huh?) +Bullet 10 Crip with a 12 gauge shotty +Too much drugs in my body (Yeah) +I'm on the bean, I'm on the molly (Huh?) +Yeah, I got a 12 gauge shotty (Uh-huh), yeah +But I'm in the box like Roddy (Brr, brr), yeah +12 gauge shotty (Uh) +Bullet 10 Crip with a 12 gauge shotty (Yeah, yeah) +12 gauge shotty (Brr) +Bullet 10 Crip with a 12 gauge shotty (Let's go), yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Like Me*[Intro: Lil Pump] +Uh, Jetski + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Brand new SB's, I'ma stomp 'em out in my Nikes (Nikes) +New SRT, I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Nah) +Ooh, love swervin' in a new Maybach, nah, I ain't no hypebeast (Yeah) +She stay lurkin' (Uh-huh), baby mama callin' my phone like "Pipe me" (Pipe me, yeah) +Lambo, no keys, drive too fast, ain't tryna indict me (Uh) +Only more beats, that's the only thing that excite me (Huh?) +And it feel holy (Holy), beat the pussy up, I make it pipe me (Yeah) +[?], I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (No way) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I'm ridin' 'round in a Benz, I wanna fuck on that bitch and her twins (Uh-huh) +Bored, done did it again, I dropped 20k on Cartier lens (Uh-huh) +I stomp 'em out in my timbs, Rolls Royce, I done stratched the rims (Uh-huh) +I bought a crib for my crib (Crib), bought a bust down for my bitch (Yeah) +It don't get redder than this, walk into Saks, spend 1k on the fit (Bitch) +They wanna suck on the drip (Ooh), you ain't livin' life like this, lil' bitch (Nah) +100 round drum with the kit (Fa-fa), 8 rings sittin' on my fist (Yeah) +Sippin' Wockanda, no Tris (No Tris), came in the game with a brick (Brick) +She wanna suck on the team, all of my cars, they came with no keys (Yeah) +None of my cars are leased, bust a nut in every bitch that I see (I see) +Bitch, I'm on bean machine (Yeah), nobody takin' more beans than me (No way) +Im sippin' on red, no green, I give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Bitch) +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Jackboy] +Brand new SB's, I'ma stomp 'em out in my Nikes (My Nikes, yeah) +New SRT, I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Don't like me, yeah) +Ooh, love swervin' in a new Maybach, nah, I ain't no hypebeast (Yeah) +She stay lurkin', baby mama callin' my phone like "Pipe me" (Like pipe me, yeah) +Lambo, no keys, drive too fast, ain't tryna indict me (Indict me, yeah) +Only more beats, that's the only thing that excite me (Excite me, yeah) +And it feel holy, beat the pussy up, I make it pipe me (Like pipe me, yeah) +[?] (Uh-huh), I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Nah) + +[Verse 2: Jackboy] +I'm pullin' up, brand new Lamb' +Fuck them one-hundred's like [?] +I had to do a hard time in the can +Now I'm out stackin' bread, in the booth goin' ham +Done ran up a check like I'm signed by Nike +I fucked this bitch, now that nigga don't like me +Kick her out when we done all that, thot, excite me +I'm married to the game, you can't be my wifey +I'm married to the game, I don't need no thot +I don't trust no bitch, I just trust my Glock +I trust my pump, you know I go dumb +Your ass get slumped, I shoot my shot +My first shot out the box, secure on spot +These niggas just hate, I touch the top +Fuck your crew, you ain't getting no loot +You get me mad, I'm goin' down on you +Get me mad, I'm gon' slide on you (Click-blaow) +You don't really run with the troops +Step on a nigga in Dior shoe +Bless a nigga, eh, out the blue +Knock that nigga inside of the shoot +Big Glock on me, I got it blew +Big Glock on me, I don't fear of no man +10 toes down, I ain't never run +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Brand new SB's, I'ma stomp 'em out in my Nikes (Yeah) +New SRT, I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (Uh-huh) +Ooh, love swervin' in a new Maybach, nah, I ain't no hypebeast (Yeah) +She stay lurkin' (Uh-huh), baby mama callin' my phone like "Pipe me" +Lambo, no keys, drive too fast, ain't tryna indict me +Only more beats, that's the only thing that excite me +And it feel holy, beat the pussy up, I make it pipe me +[?], I don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Draco With Me[Intro] +CB on the beat +Yeah, yeah +Thank You Fizzle + +[Chorus] +I hit that bitch with a Cullinan, came with the sauce on it (Yeah) +I see an opp on rodeo, then you know I'm poppin' shit (Uh-huh-uh) +Head full of Xans and a head full bricks, yeah, I'm poppin' it (Huh? Huh?) +Gave a bitch [?], they call me, a Draco on top of me (Draco on top of me, yeah) +Draco with me while I'm on the PJ (Uh-huh-uh) +Do not give a fuck what he or she say (Or she say, uh-huh-uh) +I-I be sellin' pussy up on Ebay (Uh-huh-uh) +I was gettin' top right on the freeway (Uh-huh-uh) + +[Verse] +Nut in your bitch, I don't give a fuck +Ridin' around with a double cup (Yeah) +Perc' 30 [?] +I gave 'em my money and double up (Yeah) +[?] got a jit, I give him [?] (Uh-huh-uh) +Bitch, I'm sippin' mud and I can't feel this love (Uh-huh-uh) +Baby mama started trippin', yeah +Don't take care of my children, yeah +[?] got in his own feelings, yeah +'Cause he got a life sentence, yeah +Wa-wanna have a jit, I need more [?] (Uh-huh-uh, [?]) +I'ma put my dick right in her spine, uh (Uh-huh-uh) +You can hear the pain in my voice (Uh-huh-uh) +Baby Perky just grabbed my Royce (Uh-huh-uh) +My uncle dead, my grandpa dead +I put 10 racks on they head (Yeah) +You try to take my chain +I swear to God that you gon' get sprayed (Uh-huh-uh), pow-pow-pow +[Chorus] +I hit that bitch with a Cullinan, came with the sauce on it (Yeah) +I see an opp on rodeo, then you know I'm poppin' shit (Uh-huh-uh) +Head full of Xans and a head full bricks, yeah, I'm poppin' it (Huh? Huh?) +Gave a bitch [?], they call me, a Draco on top of me (Draco on top of me, yeah) +Draco with me while I'm on the PJ (Uh-huh-uh) +Do not give a fuck what he or she say (Or she say, uh-huh-uh) +I-I be sellin' pussy up on Ebay (Uh-huh-uh) +I was gettin' top right on the freeway (Uh-huh-uh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In ’N Out[Intro] +In and out +11 times a day I'm doin' Slatt-Slatt (Ooh) +Hittin' on the bitch from the back-back (Yeah) +Jet, in and out, in and out (Yeah) +Lil Pump, woah, yeah (Woah) +CB on the beat +Yeah, aye, ooh + +[Chorus] +Walk in the club with 10 bad bitches (Yeah) +And they all suckin' dick, and (Uh) +Bitch, is you hungry? (Huh?), here's a McChicken (Here) +Suck my dick and I'll pay your tuition (Nah) +Bitch, in and out (Huh?), in and out, in and out (Yeah) +In and out, in and out, in and out (Let's go) +Bitch, in and out, bust a nut on her couch (Huh?) +In and out, you ain't suckin' dick? I kicked her out (Ooh, woah) + +[Verse] +Wake up in the morning, take a rhino (Yeah) +I'ma hit it, I don't care if she albino (Woah) +I did some Slatt, then I went and wrote the bible (Slatt, slatt) +I got a lean gut, I think I need a [?] (Hoo) +I just got this bitch pregnant in Carol City (What?) +You can't all walk in the house if you ain't showin' titties (No way) +I can not walk in thе club without my blicky-blicky (Pow) +Perc' 30 got a nigga itchy-itchy-itchy +Diamonds on my neck, they glistеn (Yeah) +Pussy way too sticky-sticky +Gave her ass a hickey-hickey +Shrooms got me shitty-shitty (Huh?) +I put a 4 bitches in a trunk (Huh-huh?) +I'ma whip it out, go take a bomb +If you try to take my chain you finna get slumped (Get slumped) +Bitch, you lookin' ugly, put on make-up (Mascara) +You dirty bitches fumble, get your cake up (Get your cake up) +Maybach on the way, I can not wait, ugh (Aye-aye) +Fuck a plan B, I want 2 jits (Yeah, 2 twins, hmm) +Dick slap a bitch, leave her toothless (Damn) +Bust it down, bustin' up, it go stupid (Hoo, it go stupid) +My grandma sellin' H out of Houston (Hoo, yeah) +11,43, bitch, I'm booted (Booted) +You takin' pictures with your glizzy, not gon' use it (Not gon' use it) +Gave my lawyer pint of red and he abused it (Wockanda) +Walk around with Jesus sandals like I'm jewish (Wait) +[Chorus] +Walk in the club with 10 bad bitches (Yeah) +And they all suckin' dick, and (Uh) +Bitch, is you hungry? (Huh?), here's a McChicken (Here) +Suck my dick and I'll pay your tuition (Nah) +Bitch, in and out (Huh?), in and out, in and out (Yeah) +In and out, in and out, in and out (Let's go) +Bitch, in and out, bust a nut on her couch (Huh?) +In and out, you ain't suckin' dick? I kicked her out (Woah) + +[Outro] +Lil Pump +Yeah, woah +Ooh, yeah, uh +Suck my dick and I'll pay your tuition (Nah) +Bitch, in and out (Huh?), in and out, in and out (Yeah) +In and out, in and out, in and out (Let's go) +Bitch, in and out, bust a nut on her couch (Huh?) +In and out, you ain't suckin' dick? I kicked her out1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +X Man HeroLyrics from snippet + +[Intro: Smokepurpp] +Chyeah +Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh +Chyeah + +[Verse 1: Smokepurpp] +Just fuck that bih (Yeah)... +...When I'm on my X I'm a X Man hero (Chyeah, yeah) +When I'm on my X I'm a X Man hero (Chyeah, yeah) +Fuck, level up, nigga, you and your hero (Yeah, yeah) +When I'm on the X I'm a X Man hero (Chyeah) +When I'm on the X pill (What?), turn to a hero... + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +When I'm on the X I'm a X Man hero +X Man hero, X Man hero +When I'm on the X I'm a X Man hero +X Man Hero, X Man hero +When I'm on the....1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pinky Ring 2[Intro] +Yeah, ooh +CB on the beat +Jetski +Doo (Brr), doo +Uh + +[Chorus] +100 racks on my left pinky ring (Ooh) +50 racks on my right pinky ring (Yeah) +100 racks on my left pinky ring (Brr) +50 racks on my right pinky ring (Ooh) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring, ooh +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring (Ooh) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring, ooh (Huh?) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring (Yeah) +100 racks on my left pinky ring (Huh?) +50 racks on my right pinky ring (Ooh) +100 racks on my left pinky ring (Yeah) +50 racks on my right pinky ring (Woo) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring, ooh +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring (Ooh) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring, ooh (Yeah) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring (Pinky ring) + +[Verse] +Pinky ring matchin' my diamond chain (Woo) +Fuck that bitch and forgot her name (Forgot her name) +Iced out grills from Johnny Dang (Yeah) +Yeah, I got head sittin' on the plane (Yeah) +5 hundred racks for the Cullinan (Ooh) +Slap that bitch, she said "What again?" +Cheated on my bitch, she don't know what it is (Huh?) +And she got a rubber, kick her out the crib (Out) +Spend a million dollars on my birthday (Ooh) +Geeked up booty on a thursday (Brr) +Diamonds in the attic, take a [?] day (Uh) +100 racks, put it in my North Face (Uh) +She got a bald pussy like stone cold (Stone cold) +Give her Perc' 30 'til I hop off (Vroom) +You thought it was Tris, but it's [?] (Uh-huh) +UPS [?] pack to my front door (Woo) +[Chorus] +100 racks on my left pinky ring (Ooh) +50 racks on my right pinky ring (Yeah) +100 racks on my left pinky ring (Brr) +50 racks on my right pinky ring (Ooh) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring, ooh +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring (Ooh) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring, ooh (Huh?) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring (Yeah) +100 racks on my left pinky ring (Huh?) +50 racks on my right pinky ring (Ooh) +100 racks on my left pinky ring (Yeah) +50 racks on my right pinky ring (Woo) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring, ooh +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring (Ooh) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring, ooh (Yeah) +Pinky ring flooded, man, pinky ring (Pinky ring)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hit From The Back*Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...aye, aye, aye, aye + +[Chorus] +[?] +[?] bad bitch (Huh?) +Hit from the back and get [?] (Oh shit) +Ooh, aye, aye, aye +A brand new whip +A brand new whip +[?] +[?] (Aye, aye)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blue ClueLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...Clue, Blue Clue (Aye, aye) +Feel like Blue Clue (Huh?) +Feel like Blue Clue (Blue) +Poppin' with the crew (Blue) +Feel like Blue Clue (What?) +Feel like Blue Clue...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Get ItLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...uh +You just don't get it (Ooh) +All of my whips came with pink slips +You just don't get it, uh +All of my chains came from Eliantte +You just don't get it, uh +Lamb' truck came with the stars in the roof +You just don't get it, uh +Audemars Piguet costs more than your rent +You just don't get it...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Jump Out The Coupe[Intro] +Yeah, hoo +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat +Jetski, woo + +[Chorus] +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe (Ooh, yeah) +Jump out the coupe (Brr) +Jump out the coupe (What?) +Jump out the coupe (Ooh, ooh, what?) +Jump out the coupe (What?) +Jump out the coupe (What?) +Jump out the coupe (Yeah, woah, yeah) +Jump out the coupe (Brr) +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe (Bitch, uh, aye, aye) +Jump out it (Ooh, uh) +Jump out it (Ooh, yeah) +Jump out it (Ooh, what?) +Jump out it (What? Ooh, yeah) +Jump out the coupe (Yeah) +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe (Let's go, mhm, huh?) +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe (Let's go, let's go, bitch, uh) +[Verse] +Jump out the coupe (Hoo) +SRT, that's a brand new vroom (Uhm) +I'm high off this boom, uh (Yeah) +She ain't wanna fuck, so I gave her the boom ([?]) +Jump out the roof (Ooh) +Jump out the roof +Jump out the roof (Ooh, yeah) +Hop on my dick (Uh), I got a stick (Hmm), a kangaroo (Yeah, woah) +I tell her twenty [?] in one couch (Hmm) +Fifty eaters sittin' in my house (Aye, aye) +Take it to trial (Yeah) +[?], take a piss in her mouth (Uh) +Jumpin' out the (Yeah), brand new coupe (Uh) +When you come over (Yeah), bitch, take off your shoes (Uh) +Woah, grandma geeked up on Ketty (Ketty) +Still screamin' out free Jeffery (Free him), Epstein +Free Webbie (Yeah, huh?) +How many hoes you got with you right now? Plenty (Aye) + +[Chorus] +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe (Ooh, yeah) +Jump out the coupe (Brr) +Jump out the coupe (What?) +Jump out the coupe (Ooh, ooh, what?) +Jump out the coupe (What?) +Jump out the coupe (What?) +Jump out the coupe (Yeah, woah, yeah) +Jump out the coupe (Brr) +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe (Bitch, uh, aye, aye) +Jump out it (Ooh, uh) +Jump out it (Ooh, yeah) +Jump out it (Ooh, what?) +Jump out it (What? Ooh, yeah) +Jump out the coupe (Yeah) +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe (Let's go, mhm, huh?) +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe +Jump out the coupe (Let's go, let's go, bitch, uh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Like DisLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Uh, uh, yeah +Yeah + +[Chorus] +You ain't never seen no shit like this (Brr) +You ain't never seen no shit like this (Ooh) +All of my whips came with pink slips +Skinny jeans on my Glock, can't fit (Fa) +You ain't never seen no shit like this (Brr) +You ain't never seen no shit like this (Ooh) +All of my whips came with pink slips (Chyeah) +Skinny jeans on my Glock, can't fit (My Glock, uh) +You ain't never seen no shit +You ain't never seen no shit like this (Yeah, yeah, uh) +You ain't never seen no shit (Brr)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rose Gold*Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...yeah, yeah, ahh, yeah +Ooh + +[Chorus] +Pick it up, pick it up, bust it (Ooh) +Black gold, rose gold, yellow gold, bussin' (Ooh, ooh) +Pick it up, bust it (Brr) +I...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +JetskiLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Aye, bitch, yeah +Huh? Hmm, hmm +Ronny J, please, turn me up +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Jetski (Ooh), Jetski (Yeah), Jetski (Brr) +In a Lamb' truck, don't test me (Let's go, Jetski) +Jetski (Huh?), Jetski (Brr), Jetski (Ooh) +I'ma go [?] and ready (Brr, brr, yeah) +Look at my wrist, baguette (Yeah) +Look at my neck, baguette (Huh?) +Look at my wrist, baguette (Yeah, uh) +Look at my neck, baguette (Uh) +Jetski (Brr, brr), Jetski (Let's go, bitch, Jetski), Jetski +In a Lamb' truck, don't test me (Let's go, don't do it) + +[Verse] +Get Pooh Shiesty for one pint (Huh?), spend 80k in one night (Brr, brr) +God damn, all my drank came from a dice (Yeah, yeah) +Wow, I shot up the house, ooh (Bow) +Look, it's some lean in my couch (Wock') +I pull up and air this shit out (Oww) +[?] bricks in the trunk (Yeah) +Pussy, Gucci (Brr) +Speed it (Yeah), slow it (Yeah) +Keep on goin' (Woah), [?] (Yeah, yeah, woah) +Buy me some shoes... +[Chorus] +Jetski (Ooh), Jetski (Yeah), Jetski (Brr) +In a Lamb' truck, don't test me (Let's go, Jetski) +Jetski (Huh?), Jetski (Brr), Jetski (Ooh) +I'ma go [?] and ready (Brr, brr, yeah) +Look at my wrist, baguette (Yeah) +Look at my neck, baguette (Huh?) +Look at my wrist, baguette (Yeah, uh) +Look at my neck, baguette (Uh) +Jetski (Brr, brr), Jetski (Let's go, bitch, Jetski), Jetski +In a Lamb' truck, don't test me (Let's go, don't do it)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cash (2015)[Hook: Lil Ominous] +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I ain't gon' serve you, I just want the dope +Movin' hella [?], sniffin' hella coke, woo +Pull up to the trap, we got the telescope +I pull up to your crib and Imma let it blow +Gang shit, gang shit, finna take a nigga bitch +Finna go and hit a lick, finna go and pop some sticks +Yeah, yeah, young nigga with the shit, woo +Pull up with a .40 and extendo clip + +[Hook: Lil Ominous] +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash + +[Verse 2: Lil Ominous] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Fuck what they gon' say, yeah +I might come and pray, yeah +Put 'em in the grave, yeah +Imma let it spray, yeah +It gon' go my way, yeah +Yeah, I do not play, yeah +Yeah, I do not play, yeah +Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah +Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah +Yeah, you know it blow, yeah +Lil O and Lil Pump +Yeah, you know we run it up +[Hook: Lil Ominous] +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash + +[Outro: Lil Ominous] +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cash +I am not gon' serve you, I want all this cashEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +THEY SUSPENDED MY TWITTER (Freestyle)[Intro: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump] +Ayy man +Hatin' ass niggas got my nigga Lil Pump twitter deleted, nigga +But we don't give a fuck nigga +He got a new Twitter +New Twitter, new- +Hell yeah man +Fuck all y'all hatin' ass niggas man +Smokepurpp, Lil Pump, in this bitch, man +Damn son, where'd you find this? +Ayy, ayy + +[Verse: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +They suspended my twitter, ayy +They suspended my twitter, ayy +They suspended my twitter, ayy (What?) +They suspended my twitter, ayy (What?) +But I got a new twitter, ayy +But I got a new twitter, ayy +But I got a new twitter, ayy +They suspended my twitter, ayy (What?) +They suspended my twitter, ayy +They suspended my twitter, ayy +They suspended my twitter, what +They suspended my twitter, whatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fist Fight*Lyrics from snippet + +[Verse 1: YN Jay & Lil Pump] +...Walked in the club, mad as fuck, lookin' at this, haaa, fuck +Lookin' at this pretty ass bitch, why you bad as fuck? Damn +Seen my favorite, haaa, fuck +Seen my favorite opps on the party, so I had to bust +Free bitch give me good coochie, I just had to bust +Your bitch lookin' at me smilin', I just had to, haaa +I just had to fuck +[?] through [?] the Coochie Man, I just had to dunk, damn +If you didn't know, that's, haaa +If you didn't know, that's my big bro +Bitch say she comin' and she finna bring some friends +Need that big code +How the fuck this bitch seem little, but got big toes? +How the fuck you skinny with no ass? I like thick hoes +Big ass back, I got big balls +Bitch sniff the whole 8 bars, she got a big nose +Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha +I'm an oldschool nigga, I just walked in with a big froze +Might just fuck all on your 1 bitch, how you see it is +Might just fuck all on your 1 bitch, I need 6 more +Walked in with her [?], bitch, you can, big bro +Walked in with a smoove ass afro, you can pick, bro (Jetski) +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +I just swiped 3 TV's with my credit card +Told my sister call the bank and tell 'em each fraud +I was sellin' candy out the, hmmm +I was sellin' candy and H out my grandma garage +Fuck, I just got [?], need a headshot +Big bands hangin' out my jeans, got a big knot +If I don't sip Wockanda for a day, I'm havin' [?] +She ain't want to suck the whole gang, I told her "Kick rocks" +Ahhh, I had to take a breath +Took a Perc' 10, I feel like Johnny Depp +I'm heavy as hell, I just [?] some red +I'ma [?] right now, call the Coochie Man, huhhh? +Damn, my shit +Called that bitch an Uber, then I kicked it +I don't like you, fuck +I don't like you, so... +...[?] I lost my damn [?] +I'ma go put some Forgiatos on a fuckin' [?] ([?]) +Heard my granny suckin' dick, I don't sight +Too many guns around my household when I, fuck +Too many guns around my household when I fist fight4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dade CountyLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +CB on the beat +Dade County boys in this bitch, yeah +Ooh, Jet +Dade County boys in this building +[?] +Ooh, yeah +Dade County in this bitch + +[Chorus] +Dade County (Dade County) +Got it tatted on my belly +I put 20 on his head, that's a bounty (Huh?) +Dade County (Yeah) +I got tats all on my face +F&N, it got the waist, I'll blow a nigga brain (Pow-pow-pow-pow) +Dade County (Ooh) +I'm sellin' H out the Wraith (Vroom) +Who let me out of cage? I'ma catch another case +Dade County (Yeah) +My shooter got no name +But he got good aim, bet you finna die today +Dade County (Dade County) +[Verse] +...and I'm not good at [?] (I'm not) +Smoke in 305, bitch, she mix it with the whippets (Brr) +I might need to trap all around the television (Dade County) +Carol City boys, yeah, we takin' everything (We takin' everything) +We doin' drive-by's everyday, uhm, we straight (Pow-pow) +I'm in an awful lot of Christian people wedding rings +Whole crackhead is my hoe, wearin' gold chains (Dade County) +You in Dade County, maybe you could tell the difference +My best [?] in the house gonna go get you (Uh) +I'm sellin' [?] +[?], I need another [?] + +[Chorus] +Dade County (Huh?) +Got it tatted on my belly +I put 20 on his head, that's a bounty (Huh?) +Dade County (Yeah) +I got tats all on my face +F&N, it got the waist, I'll blow a nigga brain (Pow-pow-pow-pow) +Dade County (Ooh) +I'm sellin' H out the Wraith (Vroom) +Who let me out of cage? I'ma catch another case +Dade County (Yeah) +My shooter got no name +But he got good aim, bet you finna die today +Dade County (Dade County) +[Outro] +Dade County (Dade County) +Dade County (Dade County)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Up*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...it up (No) +You was [?] when she throw it up (Throw it up) +Uh +Yo, I'm at 11...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +BussdownLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Everything Gucci, everything Louis +Bust down watch look like damn movie +Gucci bandana, 2 door Phantom +Posted in the trap with like 5 hammers +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist (Ooh) +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist (Huh?) +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist + +[Verse: Smokepurpp] +2 door Panthom (Skrrt) +Came in the trap, 3 hoes like Santa (Huh?) +All black Glock at you fat like a panda (Pow-pow-pow) +Everything Gucci and everything designer (Bih) +And I give ya smoke like a cigarette (Pow) +With ya bitch in the cut and she givin' neck (Bih) +If a pistol on me, I'm acceptin' that (Pew) +Lil Purpp got the work, yeah, I'm stretchin' that (Work) +Posted in the trap with the MAC and it's small... +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Everything Gucci, everything Louis +Bust down watch look like damn movie +Gucci bandana, 2 door Phantom +Posted in the trap with like 5 hammers +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist (Ooh) +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist +Bust down wrist, bust down wrist (Huh?) +Bust down wrist, bust down wristEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Molly 2Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +CB on the beat +Yeah, Jet (Huh?) +Brr, ooh, hmm +Ouch (Yeah), ouch +Jetski, yeah + +[Chorus] +I got designer from head to my toe (Huh?), ooh +Hop out the [?], it's a Ghost (Brr) +I done put slight 3 nuts in your hoe (Yeah) +Pinky ring like 44 (Yeah), ooh +I just might buy out the store (Huh?) +I just might buy out the store (Yeah, yeah), ooh +I just might buy out the store (Brr) +I just might buy out the store (Aye, aye, aye, aye), yeah +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean (Yeah) +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean (Huh?) +Drippin' Chanel, done me Celine (Yeah) +Drippin' Chanel, done me Celine (Woah) +MBT, came on the bean (Yeah, brr) +MBT, came on the bean (Huh?) +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean (Yeah) +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean (Aye, aye) +[Verse] +Shorty say 45 bands on the stove, damn (Yeah) +500k in my engine (Brr, brr), ooh... + +[Chorus] +I got designer from head to my toe (Huh?), ooh +Hop out the [?], it's a Ghost (Brr) +I done put slight 3 nuts in your hoe (Yeah) +Pinky ring like 44 (Yeah), ooh +I just might buy out the store (Huh?) +I just might buy out the store (Yeah, yeah), ooh +I just might buy out the store (Brr) +I just might buy out the store (Aye, aye, aye, aye), yeah +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean (Yeah) +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean (Huh?) +Drippin' Chanel, done me Celine (Yeah) +Drippin' Chanel, done me Celine (Woah) +MBT, came on the bean (Yeah, brr) +MBT, came on the bean (Huh?) +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean (Yeah) +I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean (Aye, aye)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +HonestlyLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Woah, Jet, brr +Blow the bullshit, mane +Thank You Fizzle + +[Chorus] +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Brr), ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) +Honestly, she said "Jetski, nut inside of me" (Huh?), ooh +Honestly, I'ma pick her up right down the street (Yeah) +Ooh, ooh (Yeah), ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh) +Honestly, I'ma go a nut in her arteries (Huh?) +Honestly, pipe on me in Miami Beach (Yeah) + +[Verse] +I be takin' jiggas when I wake up in the morning (Jigga) +Perc' 40 got a nigga really fuckin' yawnin' (Woo), yeah +Swear I'm really retarded, I must enter the college (Enter) +Please don't ask to buy no feature, I'ma get to poppin' (Bitch) +100 foot yacht with 200 bitches (Aye) +Somebody got robbed, I don't tell her I did it (Shhh) +My grandma 45 and she still doin' whippets (Bitch) +My niece is only 12, takin' Xans for Christmas (Damn) +You ain't got a visa? I'ma fly you out, huh? (Bitch) +You can sleep on my [?] right on the couch (Come here) +When you walk around my house, open up your mouth, ahh (Yeah) +I'ma put my bitch in a shock collar (Hurr, hurr) +[Chorus] +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +Honestly, she said "Jetski, nut inside of me" (Ooh) +Honestly, I'ma pick her up right down the street +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh) +Honestly, I'ma go a nut in her arteries +Honestly, pipe on me in Miami Beach1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Insane[Intro] +Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah (Brr) +Ooh, ooh, ooh + +[Chorus] +I'm insane, I puff Backwoods to the face (Ooh) +I do this shit everyday, turn the strippers to my land +Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, ayy, that's why everybody hate +And I do no fuckin' Slash, bitch, I only want the base (Ooh) +I'm insane, I'm insane, I'm insane +I puff Backwoods to the face, I do this shit everyday +Turn the strippers to my land, bitch, I'm rich, that's why they hate (Uh-huh) +My bust down looks like a lake (Ooh), I did damage to my brain + +[Verse] +My brain got a lot of damage when I popped like 50 Xanax +I don't even know what happened, bitch, I'm from another planet (Brr) +Man, I shoot you in your belly, many hoes, like 30 ratchet +I sip lean, I start depression (Ooh), 80 pints up in my kidney (Ooh) +I spent 30 on my house, I spent 20 on my fashion +I got sticks, I'm never lackin', I set Perc's and I'm still heavy +I just fucked your baby mama, I did give that bitch some magic (Yeah) +Bitches twerkin', I'm a drug addict, bitch, I got a habit (Ooh) + +[Chorus] +I'm insane, I puff Backwoods to the face (Ooh) +I do this shit everyday (Yeah), turn the strippers to my land (Damn) +Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, ayy, that's why everybody hate (Woah) +And I do no fuckin' Slash, bitch, I only want the base, esskeetit (Ooh) +I'm insane, I'm insane, I'm insane +I puff Backwoods to the face, I do this shit everyday +Turn the strippers to my land, bitch, I'm rich, that's why they hate +My bust down looks like a lake, I did damage to my brain (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Type of Living[Intro: Playboi Carti] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus: Playboi Carti] +Goyard, I done did it +Big Goku, bitch, you Krillin +Bitch, I've been rich, are you kiddin'? +This my type of livin' (Yeah) +Pulled up in that drag car and started spinnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Got a bad bitch, wanna suck the dick, she start spittin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] +I'm in the lab with it and I'm killin' (Yeah) +I'm in the lab with it with all the killers (Yeah) +All the bad bitches wanna get us +And the model bitches, done did 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Big blunt, type Skittles (Yeah) +You a lil' boy, yeah, you're little (Yeah) +On the Southside where the bros at +Get my backend and get your ho back (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Got the junkies knockin' on the door +Asking Carti, "Where the dope at?" +And I'm outside with that big shit on me +Yeah, where your coat at? (Yeah) +Take a pic of this drip, yeah +Better go and grab your Kodak +I poured a whole four in that lemonade +Why you actin' like you ain't know that? +I'm on the Xans for real +I'm on the Percs, I'm on the Molly +I'm on my own shit (Yeah) +I'm on my own shit (Yeah) +[Chorus: Playboi Carti] +Goyard, I done did it +Big Goku, bitch, you Krillin (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Bitch, I've been rich, are you kiddin'? +This my type of livin' (Yeah) +Pulled up in that drag car and started spinnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Got a bad bitch, wanna suck the dick, she start spittin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +(Yeah, yeah) + +[Verse 2: Lil Pump & Playboi Carti] +I got designer from head to my toe (Yeah) +Fuckin' that bitch, finna go make her choke (Yeah) +Ooh, Richard Mille cost a Ghost (Yeah) +Saks Fifth, pourin' fours (Damn) +Three-fifty, no kizzy (Yeah) +Rolls truck came tinted (Vroom) +Hoppin' out a new Bentley (Ooh) +Automatic, no semi (Yeah) +This how I'm livin' (Ayy, ayy) +Yeah, young nigga pimpin' (Yeah, yeah) +Come suck on my dick-end (Come here) +And I might go pay your tuition (Yeah), uh +G5 and a 'Rari (Yeah) +Jerk chicken, calamari (Ooh) +On a bean and a molly (Molly) +All of my whips exotic (Yeah) +I'm too dranky (Hmm, hmm) +I could never go take a bitch shoppin' (Nah) +Got a .380 (Yeah, yeah) +Walk in the club and I'ma go pop it (Pow-pow) +[Chorus: Playboi Carti] +Goyard, I done did it +Big Goku, bitch, you Krillin +Bitch, I've been rich, are you kiddin'? +This my type of livin' (Yeah) +Pulled up in that drag car and started spinnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Got a bad bitch, wanna suck the dick, she start spittin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +(Yeah, yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Flash*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +Look at my [?], dance (Yeah) +Look at my wrist, flash (Ooh) +Yeah, she got a whole lotta ass (Goddamn) +In the Rolls truck I crash (Vroom) +Lamb truck (Vroom), go smash (Yeah) +Drive with red flags (Red flags) +Put it in her, she bad (Ooh) +22's on the jet (Ooh) +Look at my [?], dance (Yeah) +Look at my wrist, flash (Ooh) +Yeah, she got a whole lotta ass (Goddamn) +In the Rolls truck I crash (Vroom) +Lamb truck (Vroom), go smash (Yeah) +Drive with red flags (Red flags) +Put it in her, she bad (Ooh) +22's on the jet (Ooh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +G5*[Chorus: Yak Gotti] +Best kind of Wock', geeked out in that bih, baby, ohh +Best kind of life, I'm in G5, baby, ohh +When you got nothing on you, [?], baby, ohh +When you do it, no stripes on you, cashin' out every show +Baby, tell me that this love ain't gon' surpass +In the club, hit it wildly, I don't want that love to surpass +Don't want it to surpass, I don't want it to surpass (Nah, nah, nah) +Never caught when I'ma do me in New York in G5 (G5) + +[Verse 1: Yak Gotti] +I'm a livin' legend, I got some good habits, but I'm still a savage +Spend them racks and I got damn karats +That damn head turned me to an addict +I'm a cash addict, buy few thousand jackets +Pussy poppin', poppin' get a nigga an addict +Dome with it, got the hoe drippin' +Pull up on 'em and I bang, bang +In '11 I was in prison watchin' them eatin' sandwiches +Yeah, that pussy, that booty, we bang, bang +Nigga, I'm mad, I moved the whole squad, squad +All of my eaters turned to me an addict + +[Chorus: Yak Gotti] +Best kind of Wock', geeked out in that bih, baby, ohh +Best kind of life, I'm in G5, baby, ohh +When you got nothing on you, [?], baby, ohh +When you do it, no stripes on you, cashin' out every show +Baby, tell me that this love ain't gon' surpass +In the club, hit it wildly, I don't want that love to surpass +Don't want it to surpass, I don't want it to surpass +Never caught when I'ma do me in New York in G5 (G5, yeah) +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +Look at my neck, shine, look at my wrist, shine, ohh +If you know what I ride, F&N, we gon' slide, ohh +Sip lean 'til I'm not alive, pop a pill, bitch, I fly, ohh +I should not [?], call up my gang on my side, ohh +All y'all lil' bitches, they [?] +If the money [?], then don't leave my pocket +Walk in Atlanta with pocket rocket +If you do not suck dick, that's a lot of nonsense (Yeah) +Catch me [?], catch me in G5 +Catch me at the opps, 'cause I'm real fried (Fried) +Hear the pain in my voice, 'cause I came from [?] ([?]) +I ain't had no choice, I do this on time (Yeah) +I was in love with her eyes +She was the love of my life (Love of my life) +Draco go right to your spine (Pow, pow, pow) +Gucci Gang, rep it for life (Gucci Gang, rep it) + +[Chorus: Yak Gotti] +Best kind of Wock', geeked out in that bih, baby, ohh +Best kind of life, I'm in G5, baby, ohh +When you got nothing on you, [?], baby, ohh +When you do it, no stripes on you, cashin' out every show +Baby, tell me that this love ain't gon' surpass +In the club, hit it wildly, I don't want that love to surpass +Don't want it to surpass, I don't want it to surpass +Never caught when I'ma do me in New York in G5 (G5, yeah, G5)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +GTA[Intro: Lil Pump] +Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat +Lamborghini swervin' everyday +That's it right there, Gnealz +Ooh, yuh, Lil Pump, brr, brr, brr, brr + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Lamborghini swervin' everyday +Bitch a fan like I'm GTA, ooh +I might pull up in a Wraith +I do this shit everyday, ooh +Lamborghini swervin' everyday, ooh +I might pull up in a Wraith, yeah +Lamborghini swervin' everyday, ooh +Lamborghini swervin' everyday, yeah + +[Verse: Louie Lone] +Money comin' in, Wells Fargo +Diamonds on wrist keep me frozen +Walk to the bank, no cargo +Hit up the plug, I need more +I get the money, you know it +Count up my digits, reload it +Pop me a pill, now I'm floatin' +Look at my ice, yeah, I'm chosin' +She wanna fuck 'cause I'm next up +Cookin' up? No, she ain't a cleaner +All of these drugs, I be geeked up +[?] +She let me grab on her booty +Rockin' on Louis, you shop at Zumiez, uh +This is a movie +You can not move me, you can not move me, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Lamborghini swervin' everyday +Bitch a fan like I'm GTA, ooh +I might pull up in a Wraith +I do this shit everyday, ooh +Lamborghini swervin' everyday, ooh +I might pull up in a Wraith, yeah +Lamborghini swervin' everyday, ooh +Lamborghini swervin' everyday, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bad Habits[Intro] +Let's go, yeah +Ooh +Red ain't dead, bitch, ooh +Yeah (Yeah, yeah), ooh + +[Chorus] +Wake up in the morning, pop Cialis +Yeah (Yeah), I got a lot of bad habits (Huh? Huh?) +55 hundred for a jacket (Yeah) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Ooh, woah) +Spend a 3k on Xanax (Yeah) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Brr-brr), ooh +[?], bury me in Gucci casket (Ooh, what?) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Yeah) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Ooh, aye-aye) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Yeah) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Aye-aye-aye-aye), yeah +Wake up in the morning, pop Cialis +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Ooh, woah) +55 hundred for a jacket +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Ooh, huh?) + +[Verse] +Back on my fuck shit +I'm 'bout to go shoot at [?] (Pow-pow-pow-pow) +[?] to the action (Vroom) +Charge 30k for the addy (Ooh, yeah) +My grandma, she packin' (Uh) +Sippin' on red 'til my ass start relaxin' (Red) +Pour a nigga 8 to sleep (Yeah, hmm) +Yeah, I got a RPG (Pow-pow-pow) +Yeah, I still [?] +[?] a nigga [?] with a .223 (Woah) +I [?] on a toddler (Yeah) +Rockstar bitch, she [?] (Pow-pow) +Gelato [?] anaconda +Threw 2 Percocets, then I got [?] +Huh? Yeah, ooh, yeah, huh? (Yeah) +Call up the plug because I need some [?], yeah, ooh-ooh (Brr-brr) +[Chorus] +Wake up in the morning, pop Cialis +Yeah (Yeah), I got a lot of bad habits (Huh? Huh?) +55 hundred for a jacket (Yeah) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Ooh, woah) +Spend a 3k on Xanax (Yeah) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Brr-brr), ooh +[?], bury me in Gucci casket (Ooh, what?) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Yeah) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Ooh, aye-aye) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Yeah) +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Aye-aye-aye-aye), yeah +Wake up in the morning, pop Cialis +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Ooh, woah) +55 hundred for a jacket +Yeah, I got a lot of bad habits (Ooh, huh?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Back At ItLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +Back at it +.45 tank, back at it (Yeah, yeah, bitch) +Back at it (Ooh) +100 round drum, back at it (Ooh, ooh, ooh) +Back at it (Yeah) +.45 tank, back at it (Yeah, bitch) +Back at it (Uh) +100 round drum, back at it (Yeah, ooh, brr) +Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it +Whip it, whip it, whip it (Yeah, aye, aye) +Whip it (Aye, aye), whip it (Aye, aye), whip it, whip it +Whip it, whip it, whip it (Ooh) +Back at it +.45 tank, back at it (Bitch) +Back at it +100 round drum, back at itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Viagra & Cialis[Intro] +CB on the beat +Ooh, take Viagra (Jet), and Cialis (Yeah) +Take Viagra and Cialis +Everytime I wake up, take Viagra and Cialis (Woah) +Ooh, Jet + +[Chorus] +Take Viagra and Cialis (Yeah) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Ooh) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Woah) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Let's go) +Everytime I wake up, take Viagra and Cialis (Esskeetit) +I don't take no rhino (Yeah), take Viagra and Cialis (Huh?) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Ooh) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Yeah) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Aye) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Ooh) +Everytime I wake up, take Viagra and Cialis (Let's go) +I don't take no rhino (Bitch), take Viagra and Cialis (Yeah) + +[Verse] +Hopped out the coupe up straight to the Ash (Vroom) +Fuck, my homiе blast (Bow), freeze on, I just flesh (Flesh) +Uh (Huh?), [?], takin' my caskеt (Hoo) +I just put like 20 bitches on Cialis (Ooh) +Bitch, I'm turned, yeah, I'm rich and I'm burned (Yeah, yeah) +Huh? Way too many bitches on my nuts +I take Viagra and Cialis (Mhm), sippin' red, I'm crashin' (Crash) +You say I'm gettin' blasted (Bow), you never catch me lackin' +Hmm, I just did like 20 lines of blow (Huh?) +Now I'm feelin' like Pablo Escobar (Woah) +Charlie Sheen, fuck 20 hoes in the row (Damn) +Brush my teeth and wash my dishes and go whip a bowl +[Chorus] +Take Viagra and Cialis (Yeah) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Ooh) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Woah) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Let's go) +Everytime I wake up, take Viagra and Cialis (Esskeetit) +I don't take no rhino (Yeah), take Viagra and Cialis (Huh?) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Ooh) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Yeah) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Aye) +Take Viagra and Cialis (Ooh) +Everytime I wake up, take Viagra and Cialis (Let's go) +I don't take no rhino (Bitch), take Viagra and Cialis (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Arch It[Intro] +CB on the beat +Woah, ooh +Jetski (Ooh) +Jetski, yeah +Huh? Ooh + +[Chorus] +Brand new Bentayga (Woah) +Ski mask, Darth Vader (Ooh) +You still buy eighters, bitch (Brr) +Glock came with a laser (Pow-pow-pow) +Bend over, arch it (Ooh) +Bend over, arch it +Her pussy just farted +Her pussy just farted (Ooh) +Arch it, arch it (Ooh), arch it, arch it (Yeah) +Arch it, arch it (Ooh, ooh) +Arch it, arch it (Ooh), arch it, arch it (Ooh) +Arch it, arch it (Bitch, woah) +Arch (Woah), arch (Yeah), make it (Ooh), bark +Pour Hi-Tech on a whore (Huh?) +Lamb' is push to start (Brr) + +[Verse] +Kick same bitch out twice (Huh?) +Hit it in the same damn night (Woah) +White girl sniffin' on white (Ooh) +[?] some in the Sprite (Pew) +Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo +I got a bitch screamin' (Ahh), huh? +She want all my semen +God damn, nah, bitch, I got you this Demon (This Demon, hmm) +[?] at T-Mobile for no rеason (Why?) +Fuck 20 hoes in a day +Ooh, goddamn, my dick bleedin' (Gonorrhea), huh? +Do you want to swallow my nut? +Bitch, [?] (Yeah) +My main bitch is Chinеse +And the other one Indonesian (Ying-yang) +Fuck plan B, I don't need that shit, yeah, I want 2 jits (Fuck that) +She walk outside and talk to her mama with nut on her lip (Ugh) +Baguettes and my karats, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr) +If you overdosed on Tris, then you're a straight bitch (Uh, bitch) +[Chorus] +Brand new Bentayga (Woah) +Ski mask, Darth Vader (Ooh) +You still buy eighters, bitch (Brr) +Glock came with a laser (Pow-pow-pow) +Bend over, arch it (Ooh) +Bend over, arch it +Her pussy just farted +Her pussy just farted (Ooh) +Arch it, arch it (Ooh), arch it, arch it (Yeah) +Arch it, arch it (Ooh, ooh) +Arch it, arch it (Ooh), arch it, arch it (Ooh) +Arch it, arch it (Bitch, woah) +Arch (Woah), arch (Yeah), make it (Ooh), bark +Pour Hi-Tech on a whore (Huh?) +Lamb' is push to startEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drive-By*Lyrics from snippet + +...bitch, enemy +Ooh +Yeah, I got so many guns +Ridin' 'round drive-by shootin'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dracos on Dracos[Intro] +Ooh +CB on the beat, brr +Huh? +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +Glock 45 on my waist (Huh? Pow-pow) +Look at me the wrong way, I'ma put you in the grave (Grave, look) +And my roof wet like a lake, what? (Like a lake), bitch +Screamin' out "Fuck 12" and I got Draco's on my waist (Aye, aye), uh-huh +Glock 45 on my waist (Yeah, yeah) +Look at me the wrong way (Huh?), I'ma put you in the grave (Hoo) +And my roof wet like a lake, ooh (Like a lake), what-what? +Screamin' out "Fuck 12" and I got Draco's on my waist (Aye-aye), huh? + +[Verse] +Draco's on Draco's on Draco's (Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow) +Put a hole in 'em, them look like bagel (Aye, aye) +[?], now I'm a seagull (Swim) +VVS, VV's with no cables (With no cables), vroom +And baguettes, Percocet's (Yeah), half a Xan (What?) +Half a bean, half a [?] (Ooh), yeah-uhm +Told that bitch to [?] (Uh-ooh) +Put a hole in 'em just like bagel (Pow-pow) +Slit wrist, bitch, uh (Huh?), eat my dick, uh (Brr-brr) +Spend it on a Perky, man, I spend it on my wrist, uh (Yeah) +Grandma [?] like Iron Man (Goddamn) +Bitch, I do it with my [?], I slide through it (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Glock 45 on my waist (Huh? Pow-pow) +Look at me the wrong way, I'ma put you in the grave (Grave, look) +And my roof wet like a lake, woo (Like a lake), mhm +Screamin' out "Fuck 12" and I got Draco's on my waist, fuck 'em (Aye, aye) +Glock 45 on my waist (Yeah, yeah) +Look at me the wrong way (Huh?), I'ma put you in the grave (Hoo) +And my roof wet like a lake, ooh (Like a lake), what-what? +Screamin' out "Fuck 12" and I got Draco's on my waist (Aye-aye), huh? + +[Outro] +Draco's on Draco's on Draco's +Aye-aye +Glock 45 on my waist (Yeah, yeah) +Look at me the wrong way (Huh?), I'ma put you in the grave (Hoo) +And my roof wet like a lake, ooh (Like a lake), what-what? +Screamin' out "Fuck 12" and I got Draco's on my waist (Aye-aye), huh?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Road RageLyrics from snippet + +[Intro: Lil Pump] +Yeah, huh? +Oh my God, Ronny +Uh + +[Chorus: Lil Pump & Ski Mask The Slump God] +Cartier shades, ooh (Yeah) +Give me more face, uh +I got road rage (Aye), uh +She go both ways (Huh?), uh +I got road rage, huh? (Uh) +I got road rage (Yeah), uh +I got road rage (Yeah), uh +I got road rage, huh? (Yeah), uh + +[Verse: Ski Mask The Slump God & Lil Pump] +I got road rage, bitches suckin', need a Colgate (Aye) +Movin’ pack in Stone Age, we got to move mo' weight +I'm playin’ Simon Says, freeze on, watch the plate +I'm playin' with diamonds, diamond swords, had [?] day-day (Huh?) +Purple Runtz in my lungs (Yeah), molly for my lunch (Ooh, ooh)... + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Cartier shades, ooh (Yeah) +Give me more face, uh +I got road rage (Aye), uh +Shе go both ways (Huh?), uh +I got road rage, huh? (Uh) +I got road rage (Yeah), uh +I got road ragе...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bank Account*Lyrics from snippet + +[Verse: Lil Pump & Smokepurpp] +...I'm 'bout to back out on these bitches +Don't look at my bank account (Yeah) +She's callin' my phone everyday +I can [?] just stomp you out (Yeah) +I know, I know, baby +[?] put my dick in her mouth (Yeah) +Hit it right, in her mouth (Yeah) +Young niggas really came from the south (Uh) +She say she did it, when I pop the [?] +Y'all bitches not gonna turn around (Y'all ain't gon' turn around) +I had to tell a [?] (Yeah) +Yeah, I had to tell a [?] (Uh) +She say she don't wanna [?] +Before I turn around (Turn around)... +...Put it right in the bitch +They know I'm with the...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Punch ItLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...fat ass, arch it (Woo, yeah) +Punch it, punch it (Brr, yeah) +Ooh, she got a fat ass, arch it (Yeah, uh) +Ooh, she got a fat ass, arch it (Let's go, ooh) +[?] (Ahh, yeah)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Maybach Truck[Intro] +Ooh, yeah, woo +Jetski, brr, ooh +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Yeah) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Brr), uh +8 gram blunt, face tat (Yeah) +8 gram blunt, face tat (Huh?) +Drop-top coupe in Fairfax (Woah) +100 racks, put it in the backpack (Aye) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Yeah) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, no Cadillac (Huh?) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Woo) +Yeah, I need a bitch with face tats (Yeah) +Lil' booty bitch, I hate that (Huh?) +2 Glocks with me in Shake Shack (Yeah) + +[Verse] +I fuck on that bitch 'til I give her the boom (Huh?), ooh, ooh (Ooh) +They walk in the club and I came with 2 (Huh?), no, no (No way) +My grandma used to be a prostitute (Huh?) +Sippin' Wockanda, I'm pourin' 2's (Ooh) +Bad lil' bitch with some attitude (Yeah) +Diamonds pokin' out like peek-a-boo +Them diamonds, they chokin' me +Heavy 3 shots everyday, how I'm supposed to be (Woo) +My bitch from the [?] (Yeah) +Black and white diamonds on mе like a Bumblebee (Yeah, woo) +Wakе up in the morning everyday, take meds (Woah, yeah) +220 bitches suckin' dick in my bed (Yeah, yeah) +[Chorus] +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Yeah) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Brr), uh +8 gram blunt, face tat (Yeah) +8 gram blunt, face tat (Huh?) +Drop-top coupe in Fairfax (Woah) +100 racks, put it in the backpack (Aye) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Yeah) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Ooh) +Maybach truck, no Cadillac (Huh?) +Maybach truck, Maybach (Woo) +Yeah, I need a bitch with face tats (Yeah) +Lil' booty bitch, I hate that (Huh?) +2 Glocks with me in Shake Shack (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kid Cudi*[Intro] +CB on the beat +Ooh, yeah, Lil Pump +Jet, uh, yeah +Jetski, yeah + +[Chorus] +Ooh, yeah (Ooh) +Slope on us, road runnin' (Yeah) +You a broke boy, got a dope money (Woah) +Sippin' that muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy (Yeah) +Rockstar jeans like Kid Cudi (Yeah) +If it ain't 100 on my wrist, she'll still fuck me (Huh?) +Huh? Yeah, damn (Uh) +I'm sellin' ketamine in 3 countries (Yes) +Ooh, yeah (Huh?) +Slope on us, road runnin' (Ooh) +You a broke boy, got a dope money (Yeah) +Sippin' that muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy (What?) +Rockstar jeans like Kid Cudi (Aye) +If it ain't 100 on my wrist, she'll still fuck me (Huh?) +Huh? Yeah, damn (Uh) +I'm sellin' ketamine in 3 countries (Yes) + +[Verse] +Slangin' that ketamine (Mhm) +Yeah, I got pedigree (Yeah, I got pedigree), ooh (Yeah) +I'm geeked off a ecstasy (Geeked) +On the blow like I'm sensitive (On the blow like I'm sensitive) +Yeah, uh, woah (Yeah), turn around, bitch, let me see that booty +Ooh, huh? Yeah, huh? +Fuck that bitch, I don't eat her coochie (No way) +Sippin' on red (Uh) +I'ma go knock the taco off his head (Pow-pow) +Ooh, huh? Ooh, you [?] like I shot on [?] (Brr-brr-brr) +All red look like doo-doo (Yeah) +Grandma in the hood goin' voodoo (Woo) +Slam my bitch [?] (Yeah) +Doin' gang signs on voodoo (Aye) +She catchin' the nut in the air (Wow) +You [?] my chain, you get hit (Pow) +MBT, sittin' on white couch +She suckin' the gang, but I'm kickin' her out (Pow) +Sippin' on red for an hour, Wockanda +I wanna fuck on that bitch and her mama (Yeah) +I'm takin' H at [?] (Huh?) +My grandma got caught on a brick, [?] (Fa-fa-fa), yeah +[Chorus] +Ooh, yeah (Huh?) +Slope on us, road runnin' (Yeah) +You a broke boy, got a dope money (Woah) +Sippin' that muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy (Yeah) +Rockstar jeans like Kid Cudi +If it ain't 100 on my wrist, she'll still fuck me (Huh?) +Huh? Yeah, damn (Uh) +I'm sellin' ketamine in 3 countries (Yes) +Ooh, yeah (Huh?) +Slope on us, road runnin' (Ooh) +You a broke boy, got a dope money (Yeah) +Sippin' that muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy (Muddy) +Rockstar jeans like Kid Cudi (Aye) +If it ain't 100 on my wrist, she'll still fuck me (Woah) +Huh? Damn (Yeah) +I'm sellin' ketamine in 3 countries (Aye)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +25 To LifeLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +I just took another bean, now I'm rollin’ (Now I'm rollin') +I ain’t got no driver's license since my car is stolen (Pew, pew) +Bad bitch, but she drive a Ford Focus (Ford Focus) +Could do 25 to life if I get caught with what I'm doin' (What I'm doin') +I just took another bean, now I'm rollin' (Now I’m rollin’) +I ain't got no driver’s license since my car is stolen (Pew, pew) +Bad bitch, but she drive a Ford Focus (Ford Focus) +Could do 25 to life if I get caught with what I'm doin' (What I'm doin’) + +[Verse] +...I just took another bean, now I'm rollin' (Now I'm rollin') +Don't stand too close, a lot of molly, yeah, my tour bus what I'm totin' +Half a bean, half a Xan', just to focus (Just to think) +We with your bitch on the tour bus, she suck me 'til I'm [?] +I just took another bean, now I'm +I just took another X, now I'm rollin' +I'ma beat it up 'til I'm... + +[Chorus] +I just took another bean, now I'm rollin' (Now I'm rollin') +I ain't got no drivеr's license since my car is stolеn (Pew, pew) +Bad bitch, but she drive a Ford Focus (Ford Focus) +Could do 25 to life if I get caught with what I'm doin' (What I'm doin') +I just took another bean, now I'm rollin' (Now I'm rollin') +I ain't got no driver's license since my car is stolen (Pew, pew) +Bad bitch, but she drive a Ford Focus (Ford Focus) +Could do 25 to life if I get caught with what I'm doin' (What I'm doin')EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +50 Hoes*[Intro] +CB on the beat +Uh, yeah +Brr, yeah +Uh + +[Chorus] +50 hoes sittin' in my livin' room (Ooh) +I don't know which Rolls I'ma choose (Yeah) +Fat booty hoe with an attitude (Huh? Brr) +I hope you got a hammer, bitch, I'm mad at you (On God) +Chanel-nel choker on my neck (Ooh) +I'm bringin' blood on the jet, yeah (Ooh) +Smokin' propane, no [?] (Uh-huh), bitch +Uncle geeked on molly (What?) +50 hoes sittin' in my livin' room (Woo) +I don't know which Rolls I'ma choose (Yeah) +Fat booty hoe with an attitude (Huh?) +I hope you got a hammer, bitch, I'm mad at you (On God) +Chanel-nel choker on my neck (Chanel-nel) +I'm bringin' blood on the jet (Uh-huh), yeah +Smokin' propane, no [?] (Uh-huh), bitch +Uncle geeked on molly (What?) + +[Verse] +I hit the pharmacy +I got some drank, ooh, lеt's get it (Uh, brr-brr) +Don't hit the surgery (Don't) +Jеt just took off, ooh, let's get it (Huh?) +Yeah, I got dick in your mama (Yeah) +8 grams stuffed and some Barney (Huh?) +Put an 8 bands on your attorney (Yeah) +[?] on [?] (Like), ooh +Them bullets, they fly (Yeah) +I got the Glock on me in [?] (Yes) +No, I don't settle the lessons (No way, nah) +100 round drum in a Tahoe (Pow-pow-pow) +Lamb truck sittin' in LA +And I don't even drive that bitch (Uh-huh) +I been sippin' on Wockanda, bitch, I'll slit my wrist (Fuck it) +Throw it as someone from NBA (Yeah) +Put bald pussy in my face (In my face), hmm +Perkys, these bitches on the plate (Ooh) +Pourin' up a 7, not an 8 (Pourin' up 7 not an 8) +I don't need cash right now, uh-huh +[?] in LA (Brr-brr), uh +Pull up in a big body Rolls truck (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm just on fuckin' drugs (Yeah-yeah-yeah) +[Chorus] +50 hoes sittin' in my livin' room (Ooh) +I don't know which Rolls I'ma choose (Yeah) +Fat booty hoe with an attitude (Huh? Brr) +I hope you got a hammer, bitch, I'm mad at you (On God) +Chanel-nel choker on my neck (Ooh) +I'm bringin' blood on the jet, yeah (Ooh) +Smokin' propane, no [?] (Uh-huh), bitch +Uncle geeked on molly (What?) +50 hoes sittin' in my livin' room (Woo) +I don't know which Rolls I'ma choose (Yeah) +Fat booty hoe with an attitude (Huh?) +I hope you got a hammer, bitch, I'm mad at you (On God) +Chanel-nel choker on my neck (Chanel-nel) +I'm bringin' blood on the jet (Uh-huh), yeah +Smokin' propane, no [?] (Uh-huh), bitch +Uncle geeked on molly (What?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rockstar DenimLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...Rockstar denim, rockstar +Rockstar denim +Rockstar denim, rockstar +Rockstar denim, rockstar... + +[Verse] +...ahh +I'm smokin' (Ahh), 50 pointers sittin' on my neck (Ahh, uh-huh) +55 bricks on a jet (On a jet, uh-huh) +I don't want [?] (Yeah) +Whip it up on a bitch 'til her ass fetch (Fetch) +Piss on her mouth, fuck around then take a shit on her chest +Glocks all over my crib, better run [?] to my TEC (Fa-fa, bitch) +Beat it up, do surgery... + +[Chorus] +...Rockstar denim, rockstar +Rockstar denim +Rockstar denim, rockstar +Rockstar denim, rockstar...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bad Bitches*Lyrics From Snippets + +[Lil Pump] +...let's go to Dubai +Got 2 bad bitches with me, goin' up on the flight (Let's go) +Bought a Cullinan and Bentley... + +[Kodak Black] +...[?] +I'm hittin' all of this, I'm havin' time of my life +I'm goin' all in...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drop Top Rari*[Intro] +CB on the beat +Ooh +Ooh, yeah + +[Chorus] +I just paid her 100 thousand just to lift her tits up (Ooh) +Pull up in that drop-top 'rari, I'ma pick your bitch up (Vroom-vroom-vroom) +You can get Pooh Shiesty for a pint 'cause you's a big dawg (Bitch) +Don't ask me no goofy questions because you get hit up (Nah) +I just paid her 100 thousand just to lift her tits up (Let's go) +Pull up in that drop-top 'rari, I'ma pick your bitch up (Vroom-vroom-vroom) +You can get Pooh Shiesty for a pint 'cause you's a big dawg (Pow-pow-pow) +Don't ask me no goofy questions because you get hit up (Hit up) + +[Verse] +AR-15 came with a telescope (Woah, brr-brr) +You be smokin' Reggie, I smoke Zaza though (Zaza) +I can tell up like 200 with a blindfold on (Wawa) +These bitches feel asleep in my bed with a tampon on (What?) +I can't wait to bust my nut, then I'ma get 'em home (On God) +Sip [?] and that red-red, I don't sip Patrón (Bitch) +I just got a piece, let's swipe for 30 TV's (Let's go) +Just fucked on this pornstar, sell it on DVD-D (Woah) +Got 'em papi's with me, fat ass and they all Chinese (Let's go) +I'm from 047, lil' bitch, all I know is squeeze (Bow, brr) +Come in air, come in, get on your knees (Hmm) +I just sold a G5 through for like 35 G's (Let's go, let's go) +[Chorus] +I just paid her 100 thousand just to lift her tits up (Ooh) +Pull up in that drop-top 'rari, I'ma pick your bitch up (Vroom-vroom-vroom) +You can get Pooh Shiesty for a pint 'cause you's a big dawg (Bitch) +Don't ask me no goofy questions because you get hit up (Nah) +I just paid her 100 thousand just to lift her tits up (Let's go) +Pull up in that drop-top 'rari, I'ma pick your bitch up (Uh) +You can get Pooh Shiesty for a pint 'cause you's a big dawg (Pow-pow-pow) +Don't ask me no goofy questions because you get hit up (Get you up)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Charlie Sheen[Intro] +Ooh, Lil Pump +Off a bean, yeah, huh? +Ooh + +[Chorus] +I smash bitches off a bean (Bean) +Countin' racks up off a bean (Ooh) +Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (Yeah) +I wake up and sip some lean (Lean) +30 thousand on my ring (Ooh) +Get my dick sucked at the beach (Yeah) +I'm a millionaire for life +I ain't worried 'bout anything (Ooh) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Charlie) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Ooh) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Charlie) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Ooh) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Huh?) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Brr) +Kick a bitch out my house +'Cause her head game very weak (Ooh, wow) + +[Verse] +I'm a multi millionairе (Yeah), but I don't know how to read (Read) +I got so much pints in my housе, I'm a walkin' pharmacy (Ooh) +Yeah, I pop a lot of molly (Yeah), 'cause that's my Vitamin C (Ooh) +No, I don't eat no breakfast (No), I wake up, take ecstasy (Ooh, ooh) +Karate chop your door, like if I was Bruce Lee (Bruce Lee) +I smoke so much loud, man, they thought I was chinese (Ying-yang) +Smashin' bad bitches and they is from Panamese (Panamese) +Got that asian bitch nipple (Ooh), and she told me squeeze (Ooh) +[Chorus] +I smash bitches off a bean +Countin' racks up off a bean +Bitch, what the fuck you mean? +I wake up and sip some lean +30 thousand on my ring +Get my dick sucked at the beach +I'm a millionaire for life +I ain't worried 'bout anything +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Kick a bitch out my house +'Cause her head game very weak + +[Open Verse] + +[Chorus] +Ooh, I smash bitches off a bean +Countin' racks up off a bean +Bitch, what the fuck you mean? +I wake up and sip some lean +30 thousand on my ring +Get my dick sucked at the beach +I'm a millionaire for life +I ain't worried 'bout anything +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Kick a bitch out my house +'Cause her head game very weakEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +D Rose (Demo)[Intro] +Hundred on my wrist, bitch, I'm feelin' like D. Rose +Pop four Xans, now I'm feelin' like a hero (Superman) +Lean got me like Rio (Rio) +And my auntie on P.O +Lil Pump, D. Rose, ooh +Hundred on my wrist, Lil Pump +Eighty on my wrist, woop, D. Rose +D. Rose +Ayy, ayy +Ayy + +[Refrain] +Eighty on my wrist (Woop), hundred on my wrist (What?) +Eighty on my wrist (Brr), hundred on my wrist (Ooh) +Eighty on my wrist (What?), hundred on my wrist (Ayy) +Eighty on my wrist (Ooh), hundred on my wrist + +[Chorus] +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (D. Rose) +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (D. Rose) + +[Refrain] +Eighty on my wrist (Woop), hundred on my wrist (What?) +Eighty on my wrist (Brr), hundred on my wrist (Ooh) +Eighty on my wrist (What?), hundred on my wrist (Ayy) +Eighty on my wrist (Ooh), hundred on my wrist +[Chorus] +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (D. Rose) +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (D. Rose) + +[Verse] +Hundred on my wrist, bitch, I'm feelin' like D. Rose +Pop four Xans, now I'm feelin' like a hero (Superman) +Lean got me like Rio (Rio) +And my auntie on P.O. (P.O.) +Hundred on my wrist, eighty on a brick +Lil Pump never spend his money on a bitch +Never trust a nigga, 'cause he actin' like a bitch (Ooh) +Take a nigga bitch to the Motel 6 (Brr) +I just broke my wrist, 'cause I'm whippin' in the kitchen (Yup) +Pass a brick to my mom, and I told her whip it (Whip) +Four bands in the kitchen (Ayy) +Nine bands in the kitchen (Ayy) +I just fucked your bitch (What?) +I just broke my wrist (Okay) +I just fucked your bitch (Ooh) +I just fucked your bitch + +[Chorus] +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (D. Rose) +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (D. Rose) +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (D. Rose) +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose +D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (D. Rose)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Confused*Lyrics from snippet + +...fuck nigga, get down +Fuck, let her go take a shit now (Hmm) +Everything goin' like "Blaow-blaow, blit-blaow" (Blit-blaow) +[?], knock a bitch out ([?], woo) +Huh? Don't get me confused with a TikToker (Don't do it, don't do it) +When I'm off the drank I can't speak proper (Can't speak proper) +You a green sipper (Huh?), I'm a pill popper (I is) +Whenever I OD (Huh?), blame it on my doctor (MJ, MJ) +I let it spark...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +8 ChainsLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...8 chains on now drippin' +8 chains on now drippin' (Yeah, yeah, ooh) +8 chains on now drippin' +8 chains on now drippin' (Brr, brr, yeah, yeah) +V-12 all on my engine +V-12 all on my engine (Vroom, yeah) +V-12 all on my engine +V-12 all on my engine (Aye, aye, vroom, aye, aye) +[?], go spend it...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Act Funny*[Chorus] +Crack a GLS 600, bitch, I'm stuntin' +If a nigga lookin' at me crazy, then I'm clutchin' +Walk in the club with like 10 snow bunnies +Light this bitch up if a nigga act funny +Crack a GLS 600, bitch, I'm stuntin' +If a nigga lookin' at me crazy, then I'm clutchin' +Walk in the club with like 10 snow bunnies (Woah) +Light this bitch up if a nigga act funny (Aye-aye) + +[Verse] +Woah, I got too many bitches (What?) +That way, too many bitches, uh (Yeah) +One bitch waitin' outside of the gate +The other one suckin' my dick, and (My dick) +Spent 150 on my wrist up, huh? +Maybach truck just tinted (Woo) +Uncle got a life sentence (Uh) +Spent a 50, ball at the Denny's (50, yeah, 50) +Woo-woo, yeah, diamonds on me on fleek (On fleek) +Woah, yeah, stomp 'em out in my new SB's (Woah) +She got them double D's (D's) +I'm on them bеans, them beans (Woah) +Boy, you a fuckboy (Huh?) +'Cause your car is lеased +I take Viagra, got my dick non-stop workin' for 3 days +My bitch got an ass, aye (Yeah) +3 hoes suckin' dick in a dog cage (Goddamn) +I go on a rampage (Yeah) +Go make an OnlyFans, fuck a back page (Ugh) +Beat the pussy up so hard, she might need some bandaids +[Chorus] +Crack a GLS 600, bitch, I'm stuntin' (Yeah) +If a nigga lookin' at me crazy, then I'm clutchin' (Fa-fa-fa) +Walk in the club with like 10 snow bunnies (Woo) +Light this bitch up if a nigga act funny (Brr) +Crack a GLS 600, bitch, I'm stuntin' +If a nigga lookin' at me crazy, then I'm clutchin' +Walk in the club with like 10 snow bunnies +Light this bitch up if a nigga act funnyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ass & TittiesLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +What's up, Nini? Hello +What's up, Keke? Woo +I'm tryna bust (Bust), all in your Fiji, bitch (Damn, ooh) +Sip [?] (Yeah, yeah), let's get geeky (Woo) +Ooh, she a freak-freak (Brr) +Pourin' up kiwi (Kiwi) +Shorty got ass and titties +Shorty got ass and titties (Yeah, damn) +Shorty got ass and titties +Shorty got ass and titties (Ooh, damn) +Shorty got ass (Yeah) +Shorty got ass and titties, bitch (Let's go) +Shorty got ass and titties +Shorty got ass and titties (Aye) + +[Verse] +Feel like Charlie (Huh?) +Smokin' like Marley (Woo, yeah) +Light up the party (Ooh, bow) +100 round drum and about 10 .30's (Grr) +Come, bring Berry (Yeah, yeah) +Let's get married (Hoo) +Fuck that (Huh?) +Bust a nut in her, ooh, she had a misscariage (Let's go, yeah, yeah)... +[Chorus] +What's up, Nini? Hello +What's up, Kеke? Woo +I'm tryna bust (Bust), all in your Fiji, bitch (Damn, ooh) +Sip [?] (Yeah, yeah), lеt's get geeky (Woo) +Ooh, she a freak-freak (Brr) +Pourin' up kiwi (Kiwi) +Shorty got ass and titties +Shorty got ass and titties (Yeah, damn) +Shorty got ass and titties +Shorty got ass and titties (Ooh, damn) +Shorty got ass (Yeah) +Shorty got ass and titties, bitch (Let's go) +Shorty got ass and titties +Shorty got ass and titties (Aye)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +City BankLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...uh, ayy, ooh, bih, uh, ayy, ooh, bih +Uh, ayy, ooh, bih, uh, ayy, ooh +We bang with, we bang with, we bang with city bank +We bang with, we bang with, we bang with city bank + +[Verse] +Bih, uh, ayy, what? +Walkin' in the bank (Ooh) +I just bought a tank (Ooh) +I...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pop ChampagneLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...New Mustang, uh (New Mustang, uh) +Mally Mall +Ronny J, please, turn me up +Nah + +[Chorus] +Just slang her, just slang girls +Complain much, new flavour +Got to thank for new Mustang, yeah +Got to change though, I'm insane, uh +I'm 'bout to [?], tryin' to fuck the whole gang up +I'ma hit-hit-hit-hit it 'til her throat change up +She got some body's, we get in public +Non of 'em ugly, they don't wanna fuck me +Yeah, hey, pour us up, pop champagne +Yeah, hey, pour it up, pop champagne +Yeah, hey, pour us up, pop champagne +Yeah, hey, pour it up, pop champagneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cool MF (Reference)[Verse 1: Lil Pump & T-Pain] +I just dropped like twenty on some Louis (On some Louis) +Spent about three hundred on my jewelry (Ooh, yeah) +So much water on me, I might need a pool +Pisces, throw it back like a goddamn cooch, yeah +The Ferrari coupe, yeah, it's matte black (Ferrari) +Bitch, give some head like a top hat, woah (Top hat) +Flooded out the AP, where the time at? (Where the time at?) +Match ya whole fit, 'cause I got the dime bag (Dime bag) +Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, yeah (Racks) +So much money, I'm still eatin' off a last year (Brrat, ooh) +When the Rollie comin'? 'Cause my pinky froze (Pinky froze) +Love my mixed bitch like I love my two-tone (Brr) +Sippin' on the cup 'til it's none left (Ooh) +Bench press the money, that's a hundred wraps (Yeah) +Feelin' like I'm Diddy, hoppin' off the jet (Yum) +I can't hear these broke niggas, better say less, psssh (Uh-uh) + +[Verse 2: T-Pain] +I'm in this bitch with a hundred girls (Uh-uh) +Whip lookin' like it's from another world (Ooh) +Now they big mad (Big mad) +Man, you broke-broke and your bitch sad +What you gon' do 'bout it? +Change too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work) +Got some brain in the Chevy, threw her purse out (Skrrt, skrrt) +Tell that bitch to lose my number (Hey) +Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker, esskeetit (Hey-hey-hey) +I'm the shit right now (Now) +I don't give a fuck who she with right now, I'ma hit it (Hey-hey) +She wanna come and swim in the money +She know I ain't givin' the money +She ain't tryna sit back down (Down) +Eighteen shots, got 'em lit right now (That's a litty) +She tryna get that water, she thirsty +Dick her out, kick her out, do a turn (Bitch) +[Verse 3: Lil Pump] +Around my neck, Gucci link (Ooh) +My cup muddy, it's pink (It's pink, yeah) +Woah, got a hundred on my wrist (Woah) +And I'm still fuckin' on your bitch (On your bitch, woo) +Watch goin' 'round on TikTok (TikTok) +I just want the head, I need no lip lock (Need no lip lock) +She dancin' on the money, doin' hopscotch (Brr) +With the mouth full of pills like some pop rocks (Like some pop rocks) +Damn, I ain't been broke in a minute (Woo) +Married to the money, need a tux, need no fitted (Yeah) +I should be the new blue hundred, yeah, print it (Ooh) +Jumped in the pussy, did it back, started swimmin' +Still, I can't never love a thot (Huh?) +I popped a whole bar, what your bitch want? (What your bitch want?) +All this jewelry got me lookin' like a [?] (Woo) +Spend it all, lil' nigga, keep ignorin' calls +Yeah, Lil Pump (Brr)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Catch A Nut*Lyrics from snippet + +...mhm, ahh +Open up your mouth, catch a nut in your throat (Mhm) +He ain't wanna give me a penis, so I fucked his bitch +I swear to God, I'd trade my baby mama for some Actavis (Yeah) +Way too many bust down's on me, I need another wrist (Hmm) +If you overdosed on Tris, you're a fuckin' bitch...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SwipeLyrics from snippet + +[Intro: Lil Pump] +CB on the beat +Yeah + +[Chorus: G4 Ice Baby & Lil Pump] +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Huh?) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Aye) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Ooh) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Ooh) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Okay) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Swipe) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Okay) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Brr-brr) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Ice) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +Hop off, Aventador (Yeah) +Put 3 babies in a whore (Hoo) +Percocets, Xanny bars (Huh?) +Pеrcocets, Xanny bars (Aye-aye) +Walk through thе door (Hmm) +Walk through the door with a big .44 (Uh-huh) +I bust a nut (Uh) +Better tell your bitch she should get abortion (Aye) +[?] (Yeah, brr-brr) +Pull up in a drop-top coupe (Woo) +That gon' do what-what? +That-that bitch gon' do what I say so (Yeah) +I bought a FN (FN) +Versace shoes [?] (Ooh) +Don't get in my crew house (Yeah) +Red flag in my home and a Draco (Ooh) +[Chorus: G4 Ice Baby & Lil Pump] +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Huh?) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Aye) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Ooh) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Ooh) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Okay) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Swipe) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Okay), huh? +Look at my wrist, on bite (Brr-brr) +Look at my Draco, Off-White + +[Verse 2: G4 Ice Baby & Lil Pump] +African boy (Ooh), I don't lie +Take my chain, you gon' die +Shoot on me if you wanna get scared +You gon' run down for Moncler +Run down, woo, run down, woo +I'm big dawg... +...Dress like me, talk like me +My cake up, man, wanna beat my clones +Off of a [?] +Go to the bank, then take your [?] +Dress like me, talk like me +My cake up, man, wanna beat my clones (Uh-huh) +[Chorus: G4 Ice Baby, Lil Pump & G4 Buggy] +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Huh?) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Aye) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Ooh) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Ooh) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Okay) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Swipe) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Okay) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Brr-brr) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Ice, woah) + +[Verse 3: G4 Buggy] +What's the wire plan? Man, you know it's time to shuffle (Huh-huh?) +When the funds is ready, be there I think at 9 o'clock (Huh-huh?) +Just... +...[?], but I rather teach you scam (Huh-huh?) + +[Chorus: G4 Ice Baby & Lil Pump] +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Huh?) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Aye) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Ooh) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Yeah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Ooh) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Okay) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Swipe) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Woah) +Pull out my card, then swipe (Okay) +Look at my wrist, on bite (Brr-brr) +Look at my Draco, Off-White (Ice)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck Jeffery*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...run to the 8 piece (Aye) +First came to the elevator, woah (Yeah) +This bitch has like 48 haters (Yeah) +I just got to shittin' on my neighbors, ooh (Pow) +Fuck around, do not care (Nah) +This is my birthday, too many [?] (Yeah) +Woke up on my fuck shit, like who? Boss in the room (Like, rraah) + +[Verse] +Sippin' on jetski today (Yeah), pour up who? Okay (Ooh) +Would you pour up us an 8? Yeah, huh? No way (No way) +Screamin' out "Fuck Jeffery" +And [?] pneumonia got this nigga [?] (I'm the shit) +Shorty FaceTime me shit +And she wanna get [?], I'm passin' the breeze +Uncle booted off the Tris (Woah) +I'm booted up off the lean (Off the lеan, ooh) +Spent 30k on my rings (Woah) +I just made a [?] (No way, yum) +Sippin' on mud (Woah, woah) +And she gеt dick (Fa-fa-fa) +Countin' up bricks (Woah) +I just bought a whip and this bitch fast (Whip) +I just woke up off the Tris (Uh-huh) +I pour the lean in my cream soda (Yeah) +Registered my Range Rover (Huh?) +I'm pourin' Fiji in my Range Rover (Hmm) +Sippin' on mud (Fa-fa-fa), had to get kicks (Woah, woah) +Countin' up bricks (Knots, yeah), whippin' up... +[Chorus] +...run to the 8 piece (Aye) +First came to the elevator, woah (Yeah) +This bitch has like 48 haters (Yeah) +I just got to shittin' on my neighbors, ooh (Pow) +Fuck around, do not care (Nah) +This is my birthday, too many [?] (Yeah) +Woke up on my fuck shit, like who? Boss in the room (Like, rraah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +PercocetLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Diablo murder +Lil Pump, Lil Pump + +[Hook] +When I can't think of shit I pop a Percocet (Damn) +When I can't think of shit I pop a Percocet (Damn, brr) +When I can't think of shit I pop a Percocet (Damn) +When I can't think of shit I pop a Percocet (Damn) +They [?]...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cool MF (Original Version)Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus: Chris Brown] +I'm in this bitch with a hundred girls (Uh-uh) +Lookin' like you from another world +Now they big mad (Big mad) +Man, you broke-broke and your bitch mad +What you gon' do with it? +Change too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work) +Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt) + +[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] +Tell that bitch to lose my number (Hey) +Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Chris Brown] +I just dropped like twenty on some Louis (On some Louis) +Spent about three hundred on my jewelry (Ooh, yeah) +So much water on me, I might need a pool +Pisces, throw it back like a goddamn cooch, yeah +The Ferrari coupe, yeah, it's matte black (Ferrari) +Bitch, give some head like a top hat, woah (Top hat) +Flooded out the AP, where the time at? (Where the time at?) +Match ya whole fit, 'cause I got the dime bag (Dime bag) +Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, yeah (Racks) +So much money, I'm still eatin' off a last year (Brrat, ooh) +When the Rollie comin'? 'Cause my pinky froze (Pinky froze) +Love my mixed bitch like I love my two-tone (Brr) +Sippin' on the cup 'til it's none left (Ooh) +Bench press the money, that's a hundred wraps (Yeah) +Feelin' like I'm Diddy, hoppin' off the jet (Yum) +I can't hear these broke niggas, better say less, psssh (Uh-uh) +[Chorus: Chris Brown] +I'm in this bitch with a hundred girls (Uh-uh) +Lookin' like you from another world +Now they big mad (Big mad) +Man, you broke-broke and your bitch mad +What you gon' do with it? +Change too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work) +Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt) + +[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] +Tell that bitch to lose my number (Hey) +Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker (Hey-hey-hey) + +[Bridge: Chris Brown] +'Cause I'm drippin' iced out, better show me love (Yeah-yeah) +Should I leave her piped down? I'ma tell her, "Okay" (Okay) +Better stand up 'cause it's goin' down (Please stand up), yeah-yeah + +[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown] +Tell that bitch to lose my number +Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker + +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +Around my neck, Gucci link (Ooh) +My cup muddy, it's pink (It's pink, yeah) +Woah, got a hundred on my wrist (Woah) +And I'm still fuckin' on your bitch (On your bitch, woo) +Watch goin' 'round on TikTok (TikTok) +I just want the head, I need no lip lock (Need no lip lock) +She dancin' on the money, doin' hopscotch (Brr) +With the mouth full of pills like some pop rocks (Like some pop rocks) +Damn, I ain't been broke in a minute (Woo) +Married to the money, need a tux, need no fitted (Yeah) +I should be the new blue hundred, yeah, print it (Ooh) +Jumped in the pussy, did it back, started swimmin' +Still, I can't never love a thot (Huh?) +I popped a whole bar, what your bitch want? (What your bitch want?) +All this jewelry got me lookin' like a [?] (Woo) +Spend it all, lil' nigga, keep ignorin' calls +Yeah, Lil Pump (Brr)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Slide*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +Pull up with no top, but it's not my fault +I'm a star, glow in the dark +Limousine, don’t know how to park +Pull up with my slimes and we slide on you (Woah) +Pull up with no top, but it's not my fault +I'm a star, glow in the dark +Limousine, don’t know how to park +Pull up with my slimes and we slide on youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +This Ain’t ThatLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...woah (Ooh) +Lil Pump 2 +I got, yeah, too much ice on my neck, woah + +[Chorus] +Game over +Pull up in that vroom-vroom (Ooh), vroom, Range Rover (Yeah) +This ice around my neck (Ice), [?] (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm on the block, servin' rock (Woah), I ain't know you +8 chains on, ice (Woo), [?] +This ain't that, spend them racks, ain't get it back (Let's go) +This ain't that (Yeah), spend them racks, ain't get it back (Woo) +This ain't that (Ooh), take Viagra on the 'Tech (Ooh) +This ain't that (Yeah), take Viagra on the 'Tech (Damn) + +[Verse] +Doo too much, yeah, smoke too much, huh? +Sip too much, ooh, what? Yeah, huh? Huh? Huh? +Gelato 41 in my lungs +I'ma go and pull out my tiny gun (Fa-fa-fa) +These niggas actin' sweet, just like honey bun +I just smoked a pound of Runtz, now I need another lungs (Goddamn) +Pull up and I beat 'em, bitch, hop out the coupe... +[Chorus] +Game over +Pull up in that vroom-vroom (Ooh), vroom, Range Rover (Yeah) +This ice around my neck (Ice), [?] (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm on the block, servin' rock (Woah), I ain't know you +8 chains on, ice (Woo), [?] +This ain't that, spend them racks, ain't get it back (Let's go) +This ain't that (Yeah), spend them racks, ain't get it back (Woo) +This ain't that (Ooh), take Viagra on the 'Tech (Ooh) +This ain't that (Yeah), take Viagra on the 'Tech (Damn)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Plan BLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...yeah-yeah, the fatty (Yeah) +I just hit the new bitch, gon' make it happen (Happen) +Walk up and she got a fatty +Just boolin' with Cialis (Damn) +I'ma bust a nut in like 30 seconds +Fuck a plan B, fuck a plan B +Fuck a plan B +Bitch, I pour the 8 and I'm high, you see... + +[Verse] +...(You dig?) +Every bitch I fuck, I hit her raw, man, fuck a Trojan (Fuck it) +I just poured me up a [?], I feelin' nauseous (Wockanda) +7 in the morning and them junkies still [?] (On my mama, hoo) +Put a Wock pint in my casket (Hoo-hoo) +My bitch from Carol City and she steady packin' (Pow-pow) +I just poured the 7 Up on like 2 Xanax (Goddamn) +I'ma blow this bitch head off like Carol Baskin (Hoo) +I just took a [?] to Cincinnati (Yeah, yeah) +Fuck on that bitch... + +[Chorus] +...yeah-yeah, the fatty (Yeah) +I just hit the new bitch, gon' make it happen +Walk up and she got a fatty +Just boolin' with Cialis +I'ma bust a nut in like 30 seconds +Fuck a plan B, fuck a plan B +Fuck a plan B +Bitch, I pour the 8 and I'm high, you see...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pop Out*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...Big body [?] (Woah) +Big body [?] (Yeah) +Pop out, Draco (Ooh) +[?] (Woah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Keep Me A Ratchet*Lyrics from snippet + +...damn (Yeah) +[?], I got to keep me a ratchet (Brr) +I'm off a Perc' and an...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Dare YouLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +.,.come to my house (Huh?), then I'ma bury you (Brr) +I dare you (Yeah), I dare you (I dare you) +I dare you, I dare you (On God) +If you make the wrong move, then evidence gon' carry you (Brr) +I dare you, I dare you (Huh?) +I dare you (Yeah), I dare you +[?] 20k, lil' bitch, I'll bury you...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Light It Up*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +Brought a Glock in the club, I'm finna light it up (Yeah) +Brought some slatt in the party, I'm finna pipe it up (Slatt-slatt) +She ain't suckin' on dick? Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah (What?) +I just nutted right in here and you wifed her up (Yeah) +Red, Act (What?), Add, Wockanda (Yeah) +Screamin' out (Uh), fuck my baby mama (Yeah) +Walk around, got with some bitches in the car (Woah) +I'm a junkie, nigga, pistol with my fuckin' [?] (Aye) + +[Verse] +...these bitches at the telly (At the telly, uh) +Dade County tatted on my belly (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +Brought a Glock in the club, I'm finna light it up (Yeah) +Brought some slatt in the party, I'm finna pipe it up (Slatt-slatt) +She ain't suckin' on dick? Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah (Nah) +I just nutted right in here and you wifed her up (Yeah) +Red, Act (What?), Add, Wockanda (Yeah) +Screamin' out (Uh), fuck my baby mama (Yeah) +Walk around, got with some bitches in the car (Woah) +I'm a junkie, nigga, pistol with my fuckin' [?] (Aye)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Eater*Lyrics from snippet + +...[?] (Yeah), she's an eater (Eater) +Nut off in her (Woah), Aquafina (Nah) +I just bust like 20 nuts today (On God) +I can’t fuck a bitch that's workin' minimum weight (No way) +Baby Hefner just packed up the Rolls Royce, okay (Aye-aye) +Just like Charlie Sheen, I be blow everyday (Huh?) +I just had an orgy for to sleep off...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +CashLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...ooh, chyeah +Ooh, ooh, oohEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What That Mouth DoLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +CB on the beat +Ooh +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Pull up in a brand new space coupe (Aye) +Hit up the party like [?] (Yeah) +Yeah, she off a molly and Grey Goose (Ooh) +Draco with me in Staples (Woah) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Aye) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, bitch +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Brr) +I just wanna know what that mouth do +Pull up in a brand new space coupe (Aye) +Hit up the party like [?] (Yeah) +Yeah, she off a molly and Grey Goose (Ooh) +Draco with me in Staples (Woah) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Aye) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, bitch +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Brr) +I just wanna know what that mouth do + +[Verse] +I just wanna know what that mouth do +I just wanna know what that mouth do +Poke it out (Yeah), Wock pint, need 5 of it (On God) +Chanel-nel (Yeah), drip everyday-day, okay-kay (Okay-kay) +Been sellin' nicks (Uh), bitch, yeah, [?] ([?]) +Ooh, yeah, diamonds on my neck straight [?] (Facts), woah (Yeah) +Got my dick sucked while I'm playin' 2K (Woah) +Poured an 8 just today, okay, Nike in my [?], uh (Yeah)... +[Chorus] +Pull up in a brand new space coupe (Aye) +Hit up the party like [?] (Yeah) +Yeah, she off a molly and Grey Goose (Ooh) +Draco with me in Staples (Woah) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Aye) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, bitch +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Brr) +I just wanna know what that mouth do +Pull up in a brand new space coupe (Aye) +Hit up the party like [?] (Yeah) +Yeah, she off a molly and Grey Goose (Ooh) +Draco with me in Staples (Woah) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Aye) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, bitch +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Brr) +I just wanna know what that mouth doEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stars On The RoofLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...Stars on the roof (Bitch) +Stars on the roof (Yeah) +Stars on the roof (Vroom) +Stars on the roof, bitch (Ooh) +Stars on the roof (What?) +Maison Margiela my shoe (Yeah)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ridin Round*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +With no mask, ridin' round with no mask, yeah +Bands, they cash, spend them bands, they cash, yeah +With no mask, ridin' round with no mask, yeah +Bands, they cash, spend them bands, they cash, yeah + +[Verse] +Still ridin' 'round, ridin' 'round... + +[Chorus] +With no mask, ridin' round with no mask, yeah +Bands, they cash, spend them bands, they cash, yeah +With no mask, ridin' round with no mask, yeah +Bands, they cash, spend them bands, they cash, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lackin*[Intro] +...bitch, yeah, aye +Yeah, yeah +Ronny J go stupid + +[Chorus] +Maybach truck, this ain't no Aston (Ugh) +Which one make you hoes just smash us? (Which one?) +F&N on me, I'm packin' (Pow-pow-pow) +Nah, you ain't catch me lackin' (Nah-nah, bitch) +Tell her go take the trash out (Huh?) +Dollars all in the playhouse (Yeah) +Hoes walkin' 'round with the ass out (Woah) +Hit Saks Fifth, gon' spazz out +Maybach truck, this ain't no Aston +Which one make you hoes just smash us? +F&N on me, I'm packin' (Woah) +Nah-nah, you ain't catch me lackin' (Pow-pow-pow-pow), bitch +Tell her go take the trash out (Yeah) +Dollars all in the playhouse (Ugh) +Hoes walkin' 'round with the ass out (Yeah) +Hit Saks Fifth, gon' spazz out (Yeah) + +[Verse] +Talkin' money, I bring them racks out +Talkin' guns, I bring the mess out (Pow-pow-pow) +Beat the pussy up, national [?] (Beat it up) +[?] right on the penthouse +[?], then she a bad bitch (Huh?) +"Fuck it, we gettin' flewed out" (Yum) +Then she is average +I'm 'bout to go and push 2 phones (Bitch) +Rockstar nigga, I paint my nails (Yeah) +Puerto Rican bitch callin' me from jail (Brr) +She told me 50k for her bail (Brr) +I want all 45 pints for myself (Yeah, woah) +Oh well, side bitch trappin' out a Samsung 12 (Yeah) +Toe her ass, I don't do dates, go to Taco Bell +Who got [?]? I fraud off Wockanda +I tell you [?] (Yeah) +I wanna fuck on this bitch and her mama +I pull up off a drugs you should buy (Ayy-ayy), okay +She swallow nuts and my toes, okay (No way) +Can't fuck a bitch with a minimum weight +Hop out the Wraith and I blow out your face (Vroom-vroom-vroom) +[Chorus] +Maybach truck, this ain't no Aston (Ugh) +Which one make you hoes just smash us? (Which one?) +F&N on me, I'm packin' (Pow-pow-pow) +Nah, you ain't catch me lackin' (Nah-nah, bitch) +Tell her go take the trash out (Huh?) +Dollars all in the playhouse (Yeah) +Hoes walkin' 'round with the ass out (Woah) +Hit Saks Fifth, gon' spazz out +Maybach truck, this ain't no Aston +Which one make you hoes just smash us? +F&N on me, I'm packin' (Woah) +Nah-nah, you ain't catch me lackin' (Pow-pow-pow-pow), bitch +Tell her go take the trash out (Yeah) +Dollars all in the playhouse (Ugh) +Hoes walkin' 'round with the ass out (Yeah) +Hit Saks Fifth, gon' spazz out (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drug Addicts (Original Version)[Intro: Lil Pump] +Mmm, ayy, what's up? +(Me and Dee Money want millions) +Everybody in my gang is drug addicts +Chyeah, ooh, ooh (Brrt) +Chyeah, chyeah +(Baby) Ooh + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Ooh, chyeah) +Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (Forgot what happened) +I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (Ooh, I got a habit) +Swear to God, you can't be on my status, ho (I swear to God) +Start the day off with a pint (Yeah, brrt-brrt) +I'ma show you how to live life (Chyeah, ooh) +Take a lot of drugs, don't think twice (Wow) +I do this every day and all night (Ooh, ooh) + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Pump] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Drug addicts) + +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I been smokin' since I was 11 (Ooh, 11) +I been poppin' pills since I was seven (Chyeah, I was seven) +Told my pastor I don't do confessions (Hell nah) +'Cause I pop a lot of molly for my breakfast (Ooh, molly) +I ain't never listen to nobody (Nope) +In the courthouse off of ecstasy (Goddamn) +And your baby mama layin' next to me (Huh?) +After she just sucked me, I just told her ass to leave (Bitch get out, ooh) +Everybody 'round me like them Oxy's (Yeah, brrt) +I was too leaned out to drive the 'Rari (Huh?) +Made her ass wait two hours in the lobby (Thot) +I can't go outside, 'cause I see paparazzi (Chyeah, brrt) +Take another pill, now I'm feelin' better (Ooh, X) +Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, yeah I'm a trend-setter (Gucci Gang) +Bustin' all on your bitch, wiped it off with my sweater (Ooh) +I'm a drug addict, I'm richer than my professor (Man, fuck school) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Ooh, chyeah) +Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (Forgot what happened) +I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (Ooh, I got a habit) +I swear to God, you can't be on my status, ho (I swear to God) +Start the day off with a pint (Yeah, brrt-brrt) +I'ma show you how to live life (Yeah, ooh) +Take a lot of drugs, don't think twice (Wow) +I do this every day and all night (Ooh, ooh) + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Pump] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Drug addicts) + +[Verse 2: Future] + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Ooh, chyeah) +Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (Forgot what happened) +I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (Ooh, I got a habit) +I swear to God, you can't be on my status, ho (I swear to God) +Start the day off with a pint (Yeah, brrt-brrt) +I'ma show you how to live life (Yeah, ooh) +Take a lot of drugs, don't think twice (Wow) +I do this every day and all night (Ooh, ooh) +[Post-Chorus: Lil Pump] +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Drug addicts) + +[Outro: Lil Pump] +Ooh +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Chyeah, ooh, ooh) +Whole gang full of drug addicts (Brrt) +Whole gang full of drug addictsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hit It*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...All of my bitches be fuckin' bitches (Huh?) +Goin' with it (Huh?) +Got to hit it (Brr, brr), uh-uh, hit it +All of my bitches be fuckin' bitches (Yeah) +Goin' with it (Huh?) +Got to hit it, uh-uh (Brr, brr), hit it, bitch +All of-All of my bitches be fuckin' bitches...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Slow*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +Mama sent me back to rehab, but I said "No-no-no" +They tried to take me back to jail, 'cause I had my pole-pole-pole +Mama told me cut the lean back, but I'm too bored-bored-bored +Doctor told me cut the beans back, but I'm too slow-slow-slow, woahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +123*Lyrics from snippet + +...nut in the lil' bitch (Yeah) +I got 1, 2, 3, 4 bust-down's on my wrist (Okay) +I got 5, 6, 7, 8 hoes suckin' my dick (Ooh) +I got 9, 10, 11...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +International Women (Original Version)[Letra de "International Women"] + +[Lyrics from Snippet / Adelanto] + +[Coro: Lil Pump] +...Al revé' (Al revé') +Una geisha si te la meto otra ve' + +[Verso 1: Lil Pump] +Puta chíngame, chíngame, pero bien rico, ayy (Pero bien rico) +Culo grande, tú ere' de Puerto Rico, ayy (Puerto Rico) +Te lamo el culo y también te lamo el crico (Ayy) +En la mesa hay un kilo de perico (De perico) +Colombiana, hay marihuana, pop a molly, 'tá tu hermana (Brr) +Cero droga, mientras llama (Sheesh) +Te la meto por la...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wrist In The AirLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +CB on the beat +Dade County nigga, mane +Ooh, ooh, yeah + +[Chorus] +Right wrist in the air (Ooh), it's a Richie (Ooh) +Left wrist in the air (Yeah), it's a AP (Brr) +Chain on my neck cost (Huh?) like 80 (Aye) +Nut in her 3 times, oh (Yeah), want a baby (No way) +Right wrist in the air (Yeah) +Right wrist in the air (Yeah) +Right wrist in the air (What?), it's a Richie (Aye, aye) +Left wrist in the air (Yeah) +Left wrist (Woah) in the air (Ooh) +Left wrist in the air (Ooh), it's a AP (Aye) + +[Verse 1] +1, 2, 3, 4, 5 bust-down's on my wrist (Yeah) +5, 6, 7, 8 hoes sittin' on my dick (Esskeetit) +Need to go get tested, green shit comin' out of my dick +Ooh, ugh, Goddamn (Ooh), beat the plug just to give me Tris (What?) +Richard Millе cost 250, let me play with your titties (Comе here) +Lil Pump Jetski, ooh, Goddamn, I'm the king of my city (Jet) +Brr, ooh, I'm goin' back to my old ways (Yeah) +Look at me wrong (Huh?), I'm finna shoot you with no pace (Pow-pow) +Guess where I'm from (Huh?), bitch, Miami Dade (Yeah) +Grandma sellin' H in a [?] (Aye, aye) +Got her freaky, open your mouth, take us plan B (Ahh) +I be fuckin' on your friend, now she can't 'stand me (Vroom-vroom) +[Chorus] +Right wrist in the air (Ooh), it's a Richie (Ooh) +Left wrist in the air (Yeah), it's a AP (Brr) +Chain on my neck cost (Huh?) like 80 (Aye) +Nut in her 3 times, oh (Yeah), want a baby (No way) +Right wrist in the air (Yeah) +Right wrist in the air (Yeah) +Right wrist in the air (What?), it's a Richie (Aye, aye) +Left wrist in the air (Yeah) +Left wrist (Woah) in the air (Ooh) +Left wrist in the air (Ooh), it's a AP (Aye) + +[Verse 2] +...(Ooh) +I brought the straps, of course (Yeah) +She got a baby, abort it (Woah) +My name is Pump Shakur (Shakur)... + +[Chorus] +Right wrist in the air (Ooh), it's a Richie (Ooh) +Left wrist in the air (Yeah), it's a AP (Brr) +Chain on my neck cost (Huh?) like 80 (Aye) +Nut in her 3 times, oh (Yeah), want a baby (No way) +Right wrist in the air (Yeah) +Right wrist in the air (Yeah) +Right wrist in the air (What?), it's a Richie (Aye, aye) +Left wrist in the air (Yeah) +Left wrist (Woah) in the air (Ooh) +Left wrist in the air (Ooh), it's a AP (Aye)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Love Xanz I Love PercsLyrics from snippet + +[Intro: Lil Pump] +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I love Xan's, I love Perc's +You could even ask Smokepurpp +I love Xan's, I love Perc's +You could even ask SmokepurppEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +$PLASHLost SongEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Actin’ Tuff*Lyrics from snippet + +...that we blessin' just for actin' tuff (Huh?) +That's your mans, huh? (Huh?) +I be...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +BreakfastLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...huh? + +[Chorus] +Woah, I sip Wock for breakfast, ooh (Ooh, yeah) +Yeah, I pop Perc's for breakfast (Aye-aye) +Yeah, I pop beans for breakfast (Yeah-yeah) +Woah, I take Xan's for breakfast (Aye) +Yeah, come here, give me neck, and (Come here) +Yeah, I just nutted in 2 seconds (Woah) +Woah, no bows in my section (No way) +Yeah, bought a Glock when I was 7 (Fa-fa) + +[Verse] +Too much diamonds on my wrist +Give a fuck about a bitch (Yeah) +Sell me Tris, we gon' hit (Fa) +Ride around in a stolen whip (Yeah) +Bow down on 'em, eww, a shit +I takе your chain when I take this bitch +I ain't got no licensе but I got a pistol right on my hip (Fa-fa) +If you try me, that's a day, then you gon' die (Gon' die) +Fuck my bitches, [?] like some friench fries (Yeah) +Told her swallow my nut like some coleslaw (Woah) +F&N go beep-beep back on bad guys, ooh (Bratt) +Put you on a shirt (Ooh), then I fuck them hoes (Ooh, them hoes) +Let my .40 tuck... +[Chorus] +Woah, I sip Wock for breakfast, ooh (Ooh, yeah) +Yeah, I pop Perc's for breakfast (Aye-aye) +Yeah, I pop beans for breakfast (Yeah-yeah) +Woah, I take Xan's for breakfast (Aye) +Yeah, come here, give me neck, and (Come here) +Yeah, I just nutted in 2 seconds (Woah) +Woah, no bows in my section (No way) +Yeah, bought a Glock when I was 7 (Fa-fa)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Geeked Up*Lyrics from snippet + +...couple hoes, woah +My car is push to start (Yeah) +Hit it from the back 'til her pussy fart (Ooh) +I been geeked up on them narcs (Geeked, geeked) +Woah (Yeah), I’m settin' rules...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Vampire Blood*Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...huh? +Huh? Let's go (Uh) + +[Chorus] +Vampire blood (Yeah) +You could catch a slut (Bitch) +100 round drum (Uh) +With a [?]...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Iced Out 2Lyrics From Snippets + +[Chorus] +Iced out chain (Yeah) +Presi' plain jane (Woo) +Iced out ring (Yeah) +Presi' plain jane +I just... + +[Verse] +...I want Cash App with this +Let me know the price 'fore I tap them (Aye, aye) +Bitch still out here takin' dicks, buyin' different niggas +I got red and Wockanda in my fuckin' liver (Goddamn) + +[Chorus] +Iced out chain (Yeah) +Presi' plain jane (Woo) +Iced out ring (Yeah) +Presi' plain jane +I just...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On GodLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +On God, don't play with me, nigga +On God, I'm worth 10 figures +On God, I'm 'bout pick your bitch up +Sippin' on Wockhardt, doin' sit-ups (Let's go) +On God, don't play with me, nigga (Woo) +On God, I'm worth 10 figures (Aye) +On God, I'm 'bout pick your bitch up (Vroom) +Sippin' on Wockhardt, doin' sit-ups (Brr, brr) +On God (On God), On God (On God) +On God (Ooh) +On God (On God), On God (On God) +On God (Yeah, esskeetit) +On God, don't play with me, nigga +On God, I'm worth 10 figures (Yeah) +On God, I'm 'bout pick your bitch up (Hmm) +Sippin' on Wockhardt, doin' sit-ups (Wock) + +[Verse] +Ran from the cops and... + +[Chorus] +On God, don't play with me, nigga +On God, I'm worth 10 figures +On God, I'm 'bout pick your bitch up +Sippin' on Wockhardt, doin' sit-ups (Let's go) +On God, don't play with me, nigga (Woo) +On God, I'm worth 10 figures (Aye) +On God, I'm 'bout pick your bitch up (Vroom) +Sippin' on Wockhardt, doin' sit-ups (Brr, brr) +On God (On God), On God (On God) +On God (Ooh) +On God (On God), On God (On God) +On God (Yeah, esskeetit) +On God, don't play with me, nigga +On God, I'm worth 10 figures (Yeah) +On God, I'm 'bout pick your bitch up (Hmm) +Sippin' on Wockhardt, doin' sit-ups (Wock)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Plain Jane RichieLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +CB on the beat +Yeah, Jet + +[Chorus] +Plain jane Richie (Ooh, ooh) +Plain jane Richie (Brr, ooh, ooh) +Cost 150 (Ooh, ooh) +King of my city (Ooh, ooh) +Nah, you ain't fuckin' with me (Nah) +Nah, you ain't fuckin' with me (Yeah, nah) +Nah, you ain't fuckin' with me (Huh?) +Livin' room came with 3 TV's +Plain jane Richie... + +[Verse] + +[Chorus] +Plain jane Richie (Ooh, ooh) +Plain jane Richie (Brr, ooh, ooh) +Cost 150 (Yeah, ooh) +King of my city (Ooh, aye-aye) +Nah, you ain't fuckin' with me (Nah) +Nah, you ain't fuckin' with me (Yeah, nah) +Nah, you ain't fuckin' with me (Huh?) +Livin' room came with 3 TV's (Hmm) +Plain jane Richie (Ooh)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Girl Scout CookiesLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...(Brr) +I smoke so much loud, I smoke so much loud (Brr) +I can't hear a thing (Pew), I can't hear a thing (Pew-pew) +My diamonds waterfall, just like my pinky ring +I pop so much Xans (Xans), I can't even stand +I just left the trap (Trap), 30 fuckin' bands (30)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Way Too High (Boss, Pt. 2)Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...(Brr) +Uh + +[Chorus] +Press 1 button, now the roof gone (Yeah) +Press 1 button, now the roof gone (Ooh) +Too... + +[Verse] +...Hang out the window with 2 straps (Brr) +The plug Jerry out on some footsteps (Ahh) +5.5 on the house, lil' nigga (Yeah) +Why are you... + +[Chorus] +Press 1 button, now the roof gone (Yeah) +Press 1 button, now the roof gone (Ooh) +Too...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Space Coupe*Lyrics From Snippets + +[Chorus] +Space coupe, UFO, woah (Yeah) +Hoppin' out that Ghost (Woah), woah +2 tone AP, rose gold +No, I can’t trust no hoe +Let's go, let's go (Yeah, yeah, brr) +Space coupe, UFO, let’s go +Boogers comin' out of my nose (Yeah), bitch +[?]...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Like That*Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +Ooh +CB on the beat +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +You ain't even worth a purse (Ooh) +Bitch, you ain't even worth a Gucci shirt (Nah) +You ain't even worth Tom Ford (Huh?) +People gettin' meds like a nurse +She got fake titties, I like that (Yeah) +She got a big booty, I like that (Ooh) +You sellin' pussy on CashApp? +Let me post so I can tap that (Yeah) +1, 2, 3, I give no fucks +4 (Ooh), 5 hoes in a Rolls truck +6 (Yeah), 7 bitches on the tour bus +8 (Huh?), 9 guns in my [?] (Let's go) +Ooh, ooh, I'm booted up (Booted) +[?] in a club (Huh?) +Book the first show and I'ma shoot it up (Pow-pow) +How you only got shot and you ain't doin' none? (How?) + +[Verse] +Like a lil' kid, you could get smacked (Yеah) +Sippin' on Wock', got a eight-pack (Eight-pack) +Had her give mе top with a face mask (Face mask) +This ain't a Honda Civic, get to Maybach (Vroom) +Someone at my door, where the Drac' at? (Draco) +Coulda get a...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Outta My MindLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +Pop a lot of pills, I'm out of my mind (Hmm) +Sip a lot of lean, now I'm out of my mind (Ooh) +Bought a lot of whips, I'm out of my mind (Yeah) +Ooh, I just got me a dime (Goddamn) +Out of my mind (Yeah) +Bitch, yeah, out of my mind (Esskeetit) +Out of my mind (Yeah), out of my mind +Yeah, I'm out of my mind (Uh) +Pop a lot of pills, I'm out of my mind (Hmm) +Sip a lot of lean, now I'm out of my mind (Ooh) +Bought a lot of whips, I'm out of my mind (Yeah) +Ooh, I just got me a dime (Goddamn) +Out of my mind (Yeah) +Bitch, yeah, out of my mind (Esskeetit) +Out of my mind (Yeah), out of my mind +Yeah, I'm out of my mind (Uh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Old WaysLyrics From Snippets + +[Refrain] +Sippin' Wockanda, I don't sip Tris +Takin' these bitches to the Motel 6 (Yeah) +Do a lot of Xanax, flex like this +[?] 56 whips (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +I'm goin' back to my old ways (Ooh) +I'm goin' back to my old ways +Gucci polo is a dumb change +Ooh, ooh, she goin' both ways (Yeah) + +[Refrain] +Sippin' Wockanda, I don't sip Tris +Takin' these bitches to the Motel 6 +Do a lot of Xanax, flex like this (Yeah) +[?] 56 whips (Yeah) + +[Verse] +You can tell the nigga pay for pussy (Huh?) +Man, this bitch a rookie (Goddamn) +You eat out ass? You a rookie +Got to find that one bitch lookin' like [?] (Yeah, yeah), huh? +Hear my lord like a [?] (Hear) +He will get me out the house arrest (Please) +Please, save me some Percocets (Huh?) +Damn, I'm in a [?] (Bitch) +Let the bitch get a-a-a-a-a-ass +Hmm, show that a-a-ass (Hmm) +Show that pussy on OnlyFans (Hmm) +Get this b-b-b-b-bag (Mhm) +Woah, [?] (Woah, woah, brr) +Too much blue, call me Sonic the Hedgehog +Lookin' at another nigga [?] +Got half a million in jewelry, [?] (Yeah) +All my jewelry, no security, bitch that's how I ride (Huh?) +If you try to take my chain, that's the day you die +[Chorus] +I'm goin' back to my old ways (Ooh) +I'm goin' back to my old ways +Gucci polo is a dumb change +Ooh, ooh, she goin' both ways (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shiesty*Lyrics From Snippets + +...I stunt like [?], I spend like 30 G's (Aye-aye) +My jeweler keep movin', I spent the 100 piece (Ooh) +Got a brand new Durango, pour it down the street (Hoo) +Call me Jew Shiesty, wallet full of pints (Yeah) +She ask me "You got gonorrhea?", bitch I might (Yeah) +I'ma go and knock your little cousin off his bike...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Couple RacksLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...aye +B-Bitch (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah, ooh +Ooh, uh (Jetski) +Huh? Brr + +[Chorus] +I'm goin'... +...put his face in a [?] ([?]), ooh, ooh +Might go pay for her titties (Mhm) +100k right on my pinky (Uh-huh), uh, uh +Could of go went and bought a house (Brr) +But I bought me a Richard Mille (Richie) +When I go to boobie trap (Huh?) +I don't throw dollars, bitch, I'm throwin' pennies (On God) +Chrome Heart jeans saggin' (Yeah) +'Cause I got an automatic-semi (Vroom) +Throw it back for a couple racks (Huh?) +Throw it back for a couple racks, ooh, ooh +Throw it back for a couple racks (Yeah) +Throw it back for a couple racks (Brr, ooh), bitch, bih...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Too Much Molly*Lyrics From Snippets + +[Intro] +Let's go, let's go, let's go +Yeah +CB on the beat +Woah + +[Chorus] +I'm feelin' [?] (Jetski, brr) +Too much molly, [?] (Huh?) +I'm lookin' icy (Yeah) +Don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me +I'm feelin' [?] +Too much molly, [?] +I'm lookin' icy (Aye) +Don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (No way) + +[Verse] +Drug head nigga at church (Hmm) +Put your lil' cousin in the dirt (Baow, baow) +I give a fuck to the first (Yeah) +I leave that bitch on a curb (Vroom-vroom) +It'll get you whippin' up birds (Mhm) +Cartier shades like a nerd (Yeah-yeah) +Diamonds on my neck, they surf, uh-huh (Aye) +Put him in a grill, cook him for later (Hmm, goddamn) +[?] (Hoo) +I-I-I'm filmin' 10 bitches in a Range Rover (Yeah, damn) +Slam my bitch for bringin' me the wrong Tris... +[Chorus] +I'm feelin' [?] (Jetski, brr) +Too much molly, [?] (Huh?) +I'm lookin' icy (Yeah) +Don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me +I'm feelin' [?] +Too much molly, [?] +I'm lookin' icy (Aye) +Don't give a fuck if a bitch don't like me (No way)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Break It Take ItLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +Break it in half, break it (Woah) +Break it in half, break it (Yeah) +G600, take it (Aye-aye) +G600, take it (Ooh) +Jump in a Porsche, I'm racin’ (Hoo) +Bitch tryna have my baby (Goddamn) +[?], Slim Shady (Mhm) +[?] (Uh) +Break it, take it, break it, take it +Break it, take it (Uh, yeah) +Break it, take it, break it, take it (Yeah) +Break it, take it (Ooh, ooh) +Break it in half, break it (Ooh) +Break it in half, break it (Damn) +G600, take it (Ooh) +G600, take it (Ooh) + +[Verse 1] +...yeah, I'll stomp him out +Don't give a fuck what this bitch gonna talk about +I’ma go air it out in a Waffle House +I just got bored in my house, bought another house +I just got bored in my house, bought anothеr house +Damn, my baby mama fuckin' at Diddy house (Yeah) +I'm pourin', I'm pourin', I'm crashin' out +Drovе to Orlando just to go shoot a couch (Hmm) +Slice it and gettin’ half like I talk ’bout my [?] (Bow) +Ooh, I been fuckin' bitches with a chose in my purple Wraith (It does) +I’m at your baby shower with a Drac' (Bow) +I threw my baby mama in a lake +Percocets (Huh?), Xanny bars (Yeah) +And racks all in my safe (Bitch) +[Chorus] +Break it in half, break it (Woah) +Break it in half, break it (Yeah) +G600, take it (Aye-aye) +G600, take it (Ooh) +Jump in a Porsche, I'm racin' (Hoo) +Bitch tryna have my baby (Goddamn) +[?], Slim Shady (Mhm) +[?] (Uh) +Break it, take it, break it, take it +Break it, take it (Uh, yeah) +Break it, take it, break it, take it (Yeah) +Break it, take it (Ooh, ooh) +Break it in half, break it (Ooh) +Break it in half, break it (Damn) +G600, take it (Ooh) +G600, take it (Ooh) + +[Verse 2] +Break it, take it, fumble out (Yeah)... + +[Chorus] +Break it in half, break it (Woah) +Break it in half, break it (Yeah) +G600, take it (Aye-aye) +G600, take it (Ooh) +Jump in a Porsche, I’m racin' (Hoo) +Bitch tryna have my baby (Goddamn) +[?], Slim Shady (Mhm) +[?] (Uh) +Break it, take it, break it, take it +Break it, take it (Uh, yeah) +Break it, take it, break it, take it (Yeah) +Break it, take it (Ooh, ooh) +Break it in half, break it (Ooh) +Break it in half, break it (Damn) +G600, take it (Ooh) +G600, take it (Ooh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Martha StewartLyrics from the No Jumper interview + +[Chorus] +I got 4 felonies just like Martha Stewart...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Send Her Back*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +...(Bih) +Butterfly doors go up on a Tesla (Ooh) +Send that bitch back in a greyhound, she's an extra (Yeah, yeah) +Teach her ass a lesson, Little Pump the professor (Woah) +Buddy wore a vest, but we shoot from the neck up (Aye-aye), bih + +[Verse: Smokepurpp] +[?]...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Racks To The CeilingLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +...Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah) +Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Yeah) +Racks all the way to the ceiling +I give no fuck how you feelin', ooh (Brr) +Racks all the way to the ceiling +Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit) +Racks all the way to the ceiling +I give no fuck how you feelin'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +ShakeLyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +...(Esskeetit) + +[Chorus] +Ratchet lil' bitch, she gon' dance in the club +Ooh, I'ma throw them 1's (Yeah) +Ratchet lil' bitch, she gon' dance in the club (Esskeetit) +I'ma throw them 1's +Shake, shake, shake (Ooh), shake, shake, shake +I'ma dance in the club (Esskeetit) +Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake (Yeah) +I'ma dance in the club +Ratchet lil' bitch, she gon' dance in the club +Ooh, I'ma throw them 1's (Yeah) +Ratchet lil' bitch, she gon' dance in the club (Esskeetit) +I'ma throw them 1's +Shake, shake, shakе (Ooh), shake, shake, shake +I'ma dancе in the club (Esskeetit) +Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake (Yeah) +I'ma dance in the club...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +FingersLyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +I got 2 rings on my fingers (Fingers)... +...[?]...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Close Friends[Intro] +Oh, this the one right here, Wicked? +Okay +Yeah, yeah +Run that back, Turbo + +[Chorus] +We started off as close friends (Close friends) +Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend) +We used to tell each other everything (Everything) +I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings +Everything was so cool (So cool) +Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude) +I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you) +But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you + +[Verse 1] +I know you remember how I would hold you +Still remember how I approached you +I think I loved you 'fore I knew you +Know we be fuckin' 'fore I screwed you +Made a promise I won't use you +Play my cards right, I won't lose you +Got 'em tuned in like I'm YouTube +Got somethin' on me like it's voodoo +I'll go nuts for you, go cuckoo, lose my cool and all +And I know that shit was wrong, I shouldn't've did what I did +[Verse 2] +Just wipe your eyes and stop this cryin' +I told the truth, that I'd been lyin' +I gave you racks, I tried to buy in +I even did the unthinkable, and I'm sorry for what I did to you +Take me back, if I was you and I did what I did +I probably would, I probably wouldn't +Take you back, if I was you and I did what I did +I probably would, I probably wouldn't +Just wipe your eyes and stop this cryin' +I told the truth, that I'd been lyin' +I gave you racks, I tried to buy in +I even did the unthinkable, and I'm sorry for what I did to you + +[Chorus] +We started off as close friends (Close friends) +Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend) +We used to tell each other everything (Everything) +I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings +Everything was so cool (So cool) +Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude) +I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you) +But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you + +[Verse 3] +Keep our business to ourselves +The internet ain't doin' no help +I know I shouldn't've never left +But everything I did for us +And us, I'm speakin' on my kids +Thinkin' 'bout this shit I did +Like how the hell I get myself involved in this bullshit? +Married to the game, I can't make you my fiancée +Bad young boss bitch, treat her like Beyoncé +But damn what them broads say, I fucked them all the first day +And that's why you trippin' anyway, like when I fuck 'em I don't pay +Even if we never speak again +I'll make sure you're ridin' in the latest Benz +Keep your business all apart if you can stay out of mine +Bought a brand new Audemars, but I done ran out of time +[Chorus] +We started off as close friends (Close friends) +Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend) +We used to tell each other everything (Everything) +I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings +Everything was so cool (So cool) +Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude) +I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you) +But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you84EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Freestyle[Intro] +DaVinci (DaVinci, DaVinci) +Yeah +Shoutout the whole Oakland City, man +You know what I'm saying? The whole 4PF +Know what I'm saying? I put this up +Yeah + +[Verse] +Shoutout my label, that's me +I'm in this bitch with TB +I'm in this bitch with 4 Trey +I just poured up me an eight +Real nigga all in my face +Five hundred racks in my safe +Five hundred racks to the plug +What you know 'bout showin' love? +What you know 'bout pullin' up in Bentley trucks? +Make these bitches fall in love +All of my niggas on go +None of my niggas no ho +All of my niggas want smoke +All of my niggas together +We came from the bottom, we used to wear each other's clothes +None of my niggas gon' fold +Couple pussy niggas told +They ain’t my niggas no more +Hold it down for the four +In the nine with the woes +Marlo my dawg, that's for sure +We won't fall out about shit +'Specially not 'bout no bitch +We ain't gon' fall out 'bout hoes +Me and Ced get them loads +We let 'em go for the low +I got my hood in control +I got my left wrist on froze +I got my right wrist on froze +I got my necklace on froze +Both of my ears on froze +I been gettin' faded, I'm sippin' on maple +If she won't fuck, I won't make her +I don't like bitches with makeup +If she want titties, I pay for 'em +Get outta that when I wake up +I pass the ball, I don't layup +I'm a big boss, I got say so +They'll wipe you down if I say so +Dracos on Dracos on Dracos on Dracos +.40s on .40s on .40s +I just bought me some new water +Wetter than Katrina, shoutout New Orleans +I made a promise my niggas gon' ball +Hard in the paint, change my name to John Wall +Geekin' off trees like a leaf in the fall +Find a new plug then we takin' em all +Pull up in a brand new Benz truck +Hop out fresher than a Mento +Lil' nigga, but I'm big, dawg +All I gotta make is one call +Get a nigga block, took off +Cross a nigga up, Hot Sauce +Ooh, I got 'em mad, my fault +Talkin' 'bout the shit that I bought +Poppin' these Percs, I done turned to a savage +Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress +Hundred racks stuffed in the attic +Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa +These niggas play gangster, but they won't approach me +I know they never approach me +They know that they'll catch a bullet +I rock the gang to the fullest +I run with some real ones, don't hang with no pussies +I ain't no killer, don't push me +I see how you niggas be lurkin' +I hope you don't think you no bully +I'm livin' the life, I should star in a movie +Ridin' in a Vert with an Uzi +12 get behind me, I lose 'em +They tryna guess what I'm doin' +They tryna guess who I'm screwin' +That ain't even they business +They ain't wanna fuck with me +Now they see a nigga drippin' +Now they wanna fuck with me +They can't get in touch with me +Hardly ever in the city +They just know I'm gettin' bigger +They just know a nigga busy +I been runnin' up them digits +[Outro] +Yeah46EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On Me[Intro] +(What's happenin', Chi Chi?) + +[Verse 1] +Fill the bando up with bags, give the lil' bro them a job +You can come get rich with us, you gon' eat or you gon' starve? +Keep a certified hitter sittin', I pay him not to rob +Hop out 2020 Cullinan, I'm ridin' in the stars +Know some people hate that I'm on top, I bulletproofed the car +All the members made free bands off packs, live like they crackin' cards +Joe know for a fact I keep it real, he still ain't take the charge +Why she talkin' crazy 'bout me like I don't do more than my part? +I can't play with my creation, give the world to my lil' boys +I been savin' more than I been spendin', that's what I bе on +I'm a human, I'm not perfect, I know sometimеs I be wrong + +[Chorus] +I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me" +If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me +Put six figures in your business, I do real shit +I drop cash at the dealership, they'll mail you a pink slip +She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed +Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real bitch +Hundred rounds in the double drum, this a Kel-Tec +Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flex +[Verse 2] +I told brodie 'nem to park the car, but they still wrecked +I don't think nobody around steal, but I still check +I don't got a hundred mil' yet, I can't chill yet +But don't get it misconstrued, yeah, I get real checks +Baby fuckin' like a pornstar, we have real sex +Have nobody in our business, we take Learjets +Say she like when I perform, so I fuck her with my chains on +And she handlin' her part, so I let her play the main role +Ain't have to get rich for these partners, still with the same folks +And I can't beef with none of you niggas, not in the same boat +I'm never gon' get caught up about it, know how the game go +Tennis chain bustin', look like rainbows + +[Chorus] +I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me" +If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me +Put six figures in your business, I do real shit +I drop cash at the dealership, they'll mail you a pink slip +She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed +Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real bitch +Hundred rounds in the double drum, this a Kel-Tec +Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flex + +[Outro] +I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me" +If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Bigger Picture[Intro] +Protests and growing national outcry continues over the death of George Floyd (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) +Last night, people protesting in Minneapolis escalated +As demonstrators were lashed by tear gas and rubber bullets +The main message here, the main message here, the main message here +Is that they want to see those officers involved +They want to see those officers arrested +Officers arrested +(I can't breathe, I can't breathe) + +[Verse 1] +Trade my 4x4 for a G63, ain't no more free Lil Steve +I gave 'em chance and chance and chance again, I even done told them please +I find it crazy the police'll shoot you and know that you dead, but still tell you to freeze +Fucked up, I seen what I seen +I guess that mean hold him down if he say he can't breathe +It's too many mothers that's grieving +They killing us for no reason +Been going on for too long to get even +Throw us in cages like dogs and hyenas +I went to court and they sent me to prison +My mama was crushed when they said I can't leave +First I was drunk, then I sobered up quick +When I heard all that time that they gave to Taleeb +He got a life sentence plus +We just some products of our environment +How the fuck they gon' blame us? +You can't fight fire with fire +I know, but at least we can turn up the flames some +Every colored person ain't dumb and all whites not racist +I be judging by the mind and heart, I ain't really into faces +Fucked up, the way that we livin' is not getting better, you gotta know how to survive +Crazy, I had to tell all of my loved ones to carry a gun when they going outside +Stare in the mirror whenever you drive +Overprotective, go crazy for mine +You gotta pay attention to the signs +Seem like the blind following the blind +Thinking 'bout everything that's going on +I boost security up at my home +I'm with my kind if they right or they wrong +I call him now, he'll pick up the phone +And it's five in the morning, he waking up on it +Tell 'em wherever I'm at, then they comin' +I see blue lights, I get scared and start runnin' +That shit be crazy, they 'posed to protect us +Throw us in handcuffs and arrest us +While they go home at night, that shit messed up +Knowing we needed help, they neglect us +Wondering who gon' make them respect us +I can see in your eye that you fed up +Fuck around, got my shot, I won't let up +They know that we a problem together +They know that we can storm any weather +[Chorus] +It's bigger than black and white +It's a problem with the whole way of life +It can't change overnight +But we gotta start somewhere +Might as well gon' 'head start here +We done had a hell of a year +I'ma make it count while I'm here +God is the only man I fear + +[Verse 2] +Fuck it, I'm goin' on the front line +He gon' bust your ass if you come past that gun line +You know when the storm go away, then the sun shine +You gotta put your head in the game when it's crunch time +I want all my sons to grow up to be monsters +I want all my daughters to show out in public +Seems like we losing our country +But we gotta stand up for something, so this what it comes to +Every video I see on my conscience +I got power, now I gotta say somethin' +Corrupted police been the problem where I'm from +But I'd be lying if I said it was all of them +I ain't do this for the trend, I don't follow them +Altercations with the law, had a lot of them +People speaking for the people, I'm proud of them +Stick together, we can get it up out of them +I can't lie like I don't rap about killing and dope, but I'm telling my youngins to vote +I did what I did 'cause I didn't have no choice or no hope, I was forced to just jump in and go +This bullshit is all that we know, but it's time for a change +Got time to be serious, no time for no games +We ain't takin' no more, let us go from them chains +God bless they souls, every one of them names +[Chorus] +It's bigger than black and white +It's a problem with the whole way of life +It can't change overnight +But we gotta start somewhere +Might as well gon' 'head start here +We done had a hell of a year +I'ma make it count while I'm here +God is the only man I fear + +[Verse 3] +They trainin' officers to kill us, then shootin' protestors with these rubber bullets +They regular people, I know that they feel it +These scars too deep to heal us +What happened to COVID? Nobody remember +It ain't makin' sense, I'm just here to vent +It happen to one of your people, it's different +We get it, the system is wicked, just learn how to pick it +Knowledge is power, I swear I'm a witness, I know that I'm gifted +I won't go too deep 'cause I'm scared they'll get me +Ain't scared to admit it, some shit I can't mention +It's people who can, well, here's the chance +I won't take the stand, but I'll take a stand for what I believe +Must not be breathing the air that I breathe +You know that the way that I bleed, you can bleed +I never been a fan of police +But my neighborhood know I try to keep peace +So it's only right that I get in the streets +March for a reason, not just on GP +Our people died for us to be free +Fuck do you mean? This was a dream +Now we got the power that we need to have +They don't want us with it and that's why they mad, yeah +[Chorus] +It's bigger than black and white +It's a problem with the whole way of life +It can't change overnight +But we gotta start somewhere +Might as well gon' 'head start here +We done had a hell of a year +I'ma make it count while I'm here +God is the only man I fear +It's bigger than black and white +It's a problem with the whole way of life +It can't change overnight +But we gotta start somewhere +Might as well gon' 'head start here +We done had a hell of a year +I'ma make it count while I'm here +God is the only man I fear105EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Emotionally Scarred[Verse 1] +A love letter came through the mail, it said, "I miss you" +I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you +I ain't got nothing against you, we human, we all got issues +But I'm tired of being tired of being tired +That part of me done died +I see it, then I don't, act like I'm blind +I'm confident it won't be one of mine +I know emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time +Ain't got no sympathy for no bitch +I admit that I'm rich and I'm lit +Jumpin' up on stages, I get two hundred an occasion +Bro had really fucked the game up, we made niggas shut they trap down +They see how I made it, I'm the reason they won't rap now +See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down +The biggest OG's salute me, a stylist can't even style me +The robbers probably wanna get me, I'm hoppin' out Lamborghinis +The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it cracking +Some of this still would happen if I never had started rapping +My people them still steady trapping and they still be getting active +I tell 'em to chill, I'm tryna run up these M's +Paid cash and then he post the crib (Nah) +I can't show nobody where my mama live, that's how I 'posed to feel +My niece just asked me were my diamonds real, I said, "Of course" +I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn't have to force +All around the world they know it's me, they hear my voice +And I done it all in a pair of Diors, yeah +[Chorus] +Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money) +Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries) +Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave) +Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest +I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry +You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless +I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault +But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt + +[Verse 2] +All this revenue coming in, I'll probably never spend +I just bought my BM a Benz, now that's another Benz +I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in +I don't see nobody but me, who I'm gon' lose to? +I can't move around without tools, these niggas loose screws +I can see me taking the lead over the new school +They remember me from selling weed at my old school +Only hit it once and now it's old news +Blew up, who the fuck would knew? Paint my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue +If I get one, you get one too, I really move how bosses move +I never call myself a G.O.A.T., I leave that up to the people +Everybody can't go to the top, I had to leave some people +I'ma be forever scheming, woke up, I thought I was dreaming +Watched my lil' boy play with toys, I just dropped a tear of joy +Some shit that I feel for +I been going crazy with that scoring, call me Baby Harden +They say I'll be great, I guess I'm waiting for it +[Chorus] +Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money) +Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries) +Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave) +Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest +I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry +You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless +I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault +But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt +Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money) +Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries) +Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave) +Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest +I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry +You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless +I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault +But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Woah[Intro] +New car very noisy +Come through and it's roarin' +Yeah, yeah +You know how I'm coming +You know how I'm coming + +[Verse 1] +Bend her over, then I murk her +Call Gunna if you want you a Birkin +"Oh, Baby, you be lyin' in your verses +I be hearin', say you buyin' 'em purses" +I can't even lie, you ain't my type +You ain't even all that fine in person +I can guarantee you if you my kind +She got every bag you can imagine +Big house, I can really be braggin' +Hundred thousand in my mouth like, "What's happenin'?" +Not the big cheap teeth, that's embarrasin' +He ain't me, you can keep the comparisons +My bitch probably one of the baddest +Good girl, turned her into a savage +Dispatch, got a problem in traffic +We came through in matching G-Wagens +Low-key, I've been keeping it classy +Could be really out here doin' 'em nasty +Niggas couldn't even see me in last year +Just started and them niggas in last gear +I ain't even try to and I passed 'em +Giving looks, I contribute to fashion +Drop a song, I be giving them captions +Stand alone, not your regular rapper +[Chorus] +Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt) +You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend +See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect +Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah +Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah +Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah +Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah +Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +I put the dope in the back of the car and I tell 'em to go +She hit when she land, she bring me the bands, she back on the road +She know how I get when I get in that mode +Ain't fuckin' with bitches, ain't buying no clothes +Wanna do shows and make me some songs +Make sure that other shit come in, get sold +We fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with poles +We play with our money and not with our nose +I used to go to the West to get loads +I just came back from the West with a trophy +I'm on some more shit +She said she miss it and sendin' emojis +No time to kick it, I'm always in motion +Can't say I miss you, I don't got emotions +I'm on that back-when-I slept-on-the-floor shit +I'm on that me-and-the-bro-kick-a-door shit +I'm on that back-when-I-stood-at-the-stove shit +Ain't goin' broke, I'm just back on my old shit +I'm takin' drugs, I don't know how to cope it +I know one thing, I'm never gon' be hopeless +If you tell 'em what was said, you a rodent +Drive the new Corvette like it's stolen, yeah +[Chorus] +Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt) +You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend +See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect +Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah +Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah +Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah +Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah +Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it +Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt) +You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend +See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect +Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah +Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah +Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah +Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah +Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sum 2 Prove[Verse 1] +You know Lil Ced, that's my nigga, I made him a millionaire, fuck it, we all rich +I ain't tryna have babies right now, so we fuck with the rubber, but I got a raw bitch +Know this money bring envy, you probably wan' be me, but bro, we can't beef 'bout no small shit +Overseas, got the crowd doin' moshpits +Can't believe that I'm still in the 'partments +Businessman, went and got me an office +Million-dollar deals, I get 'em often +Me and Dolla was servin' on Sparks Street +Hot lil' jit, he gon' stay with the chopstick +I got robbed, that shit made me a monster +Eviction notice, my sister, my mamas +Now they houses as big as they want 'em +I done ran up them motherfuckin' commas, look at lil' Dominique +Livin' like we in a race, I might come in first or second, but I won't ever be last +Lately, I been in my bag +Bro told me don't take my foot off the gas +If they give you a inch, go'n and take you a mile +I'ma shoot by myself like a technical foul +City to city, got girls goin' wild +Better not reach for my chain when I jump in the crowd +Lambo' so low, gotta squat +We finally made it, let's pop us some bottles +I took the lead and let everyone follow +They know I'm runnin' it right to the bank +They want me to ease up, I didn't leave 'em any breathin' room, sorry, I told 'em, "I can't" +Heard you a rat, so you know what's gon' happen whenever we catch you, I run with them snakes +Peep all the moves I been makin', by time I get forty, I gotta be one of them greats +Watch how I move with this paper, I know if I slip up one time they gon' try to come take it +Real as it get and these niggas be fakin', I don't want they vibes, so they hand I ain't shakin' +She on that '42 straight with no chaser +I'm tryna get out of here and go taste her, yeah +[Chorus] +Yeah, my diamonds be VV's (VV's) +They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news +I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove) +Yeah, I'm young, but got somethin' to lose (Somethin' to lose) +In the street, I done paid all my dues (Yeah) +No extortion, ain't talking 'bout literally (Nah) +I be walkin' on beats, is you hearin' me? (Huh?) +I just pray that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me +My diamonds be VV's (VV's) +They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news +I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove) +Yeah, I'm young, but got somethin' to lose (Somethin' to lose) +In the street, I done paid all my dues (Yeah) +No extortion, ain't talking 'bout literally (Nah) +I be walkin' on beats, is you hearin' me? (Huh?) +I just pray that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me + +[Verse 2] +Wake up every day, somebody harrassin' me +I got rich, they need money, they askin' me +I was sittin' in jail, they ain't look out for me +Ones who need me them same ones who doubted me +I been handlin' my own, they can vouch for me +Head way down with me, know that she proud of me +Turn the heat up, ain't nobody hot as me +Everywhere dollars be, that's how I gotta be +I done gave her the world, now she not leavin' +Say she love me to death, told her, "Stop breathin'" +He try do what I do, but we not even +I want all of the beef, I am not vegan +Boy, you said it was smoke, nigga, stop speakin' +'Ventador, drop the top, I can't stop speedin' +Tryna see if this bitch hit the top speed +Hit the bitch from the back, have her knock knee +Call me Baby Hov, I control the rock +If the rap slow, I control the block +Yeah, I'm really it, and you niggas not +Got a couple coupes, I can drop the top +I done made it, nigga, all these digits comin' in +I'm savin' for the bigger picture, know one day I'll need 'em +Might as well get used to me +My biggest fear is endin' up a used-to-be, yeah +[Chorus] +Yeah, my diamonds be VV's (VV's) +They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news +I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove) +Yeah, I'm young, but got somethin' to lose (Somethin' to lose) +In the street, I done paid all my dues (Yeah) +No extortion, ain't talking 'bout literally (Nah) +I be walkin' on beats, is you hearin' me? (Huh?) +I just pray that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me +My diamonds be VV's (VV's) +They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news +I got somethin' to prove (Somethin' to prove) +Yeah, I'm young, but got somethin' to lose (Somethin' to lose) +In the street, I done paid all my dues (Yeah) +No extortion, ain't talking 'bout literally (Nah) +I be walkin' on beats, is you hearin' me? (Huh?) +I just pray that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me42EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life Goes On[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Trackhawk Jeep goes too fast (Too fast) +I don't even wear no seatbelt (Seatbelt) +Bad lil' bitch got no breasts (No breasts) +Upgrade, now she got D-cups (D-cups) +Hop out the Range, I'm glowin' (Glowin') +Who is Lil Baby? He goin' in (Goin' in) +Man, these old rappers gettin' borin' (Borin') +They be takin' shots, I ignored 'em (Ignored 'em) +Send that pack to the hood while I'm tourin' (Tourin') +Makin' plays out of town like I'm Jordan (Jordan) +Need to go get your ho 'cause she whorin' (Whorin') +If her ball come my way, I'ma score it (Score it) +Lamborghini, I don't want no Porsches (Porsches) +I'm on fire, don't touch me, I'm scorchin' (Scorchin') +Had to fix all my teeth, I went porcelain (Porcelain) +Put the town on my back, I'm a horseman (Horseman) +One more year, I'ma make it to Forbes' List (Forbes' List) +They love me in the Bay like E-40 (40) +I be sittin' exotic on Moreland (Moreland) +Ain't no strings attached, keepin' it cordless (Cordless) +She keep callin', but I keep ignorin' it (Ignorin' it) +Ain't no stoppin', I'm keepin' it, floorin' it (Nawl) +Man, these niggas can't stop me, I'm goin' in (Nawl) +Man, these niggas can't stop me, I'm goin' in (Nawl) +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load) +My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho) +I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes) +"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Oh, no, no) +Got me walkin' on a thin line on my tippy toes (Tippy toes) +Man, this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go +Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load) +My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho) +I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes) +"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Let you go) +Got me walkin' on a thin line on my tippy toes (Tippy toes) +Man, this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go + +[Post-Chorus: Gunna] +Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (Clothes) +Got a bonus, I sold out a show (Show) +Gunna hot like a pot on the stove +Yellow AP on all of my hoes (Hoes) +I like when that white on her toes (Toes) +Picture me ridin' around in that Rolls (Royce) +I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole (Swole) +I ain't got time to lay up with you hoes (Hoes) + +[Verse 2: Gunna] +All of these drugs in my body +I gotta pay somebody keep checkin' my pulse +Walk in the club with no warning take care of that money +They swing on the pole (Pole) +Water on me like Dasani ('Sani) +I shine when it's sunny, this platinum and rose (Rose) +Gunna Gunna out the streets +When I go to DC, I'ma fuck with the mo (mo) +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load) +My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho) +I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes) +"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Oh, no, no) +Got me walkin' on a thin line on my tippy toes (Tippy toes) +Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go +Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load) +My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho) +I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes) +"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Let you go) +Got me walkin' on a thin line on my tippy toes (Tippy toes) +Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go + +[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] +Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes (Hoes) +I can switch my girls up the same way that I change my clothes (Okay) +Man it's crazy, all blue backend in the envelope (Let's get it) +And you know I'm never lackin', got a new whip that's up in traffic +Water, water, water on my Patek (Woah), it's automatic +I drink water when I'm fastin' (Water), you's a has-been +They would love me in a casket, I can't have it +Boy, I'm far from average (Yeah), better wait your turn, better get in line + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load) +My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho) +I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes" (How life goes) +"And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go" (Oh, no, no) +Got me walkin' on a thin line, on my tippy toes (Tippy toes) +Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go +Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('Nother load) +My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('Nother ho) +[Post-Chorus: Gunna] +Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (Clothes) +Got a bonus, I sold out a show (Show) +Gunna hot like a pot on the stove +Yellow AP on all of my hoes (Hoes) +I like when that white on her toes (Toes) +Picture me ridin' around in that Rolls (Rolls) +I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole (Swole) +I ain't got time to lay up with you hoes (Hoes)32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Dawg[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +Baby +4 Pockets +Yeah, that's my dawg, yeah + +[Chorus] +Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg) +Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg) +Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg) +Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg) +Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) +We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row) +Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) +We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row) +Deja keep on callin' (Callin') +She say she ready to pull up (Pull up) +As soon as I get there, walk in +I'ma put her in a full nelson (Yeah) +I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast +I'm comin' home to get you (I'm comin' home to get you) +I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast +I'm comin' home to get you (I'm on my way) + +[Verse 1] +Hundred thousand dollars on my neck +'Nother fifty thousand on my wrist +Every nigga with me real rich +Niggas havin' pressure 'bout a bitch +I got all my cases dismissed +I don't go back and forth on the internet +Real niggas don't get into that +I'm tryna get in her mouth, for real +I'm tryna get in her mouth (Yeah) +Me and my dawgs, me and my dawgs +We tryna run in your house (Yeah, yeah) +We want them bricks, we want the money (Give me that) +You can keep all of the pounds (Give me that) +I can't be fuckin' these lil bitty bitches +'Cause they be runnin' they mouth (Yeah) +I'm really runnin' this town +Frank Mueller watch for my wrist +'Nother thirty thousand in my fit +Codeine all in my piss (Ooh) +I don't take drugs no more +Baby mama trippin' 'bout a bitch +I'm just tryna take care my kid +I been in the trenches gettin' rich +I don't know another way to go +[Chorus] +Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg) +Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg) +Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg) +Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg) +Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) +We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row) +Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) +We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row) +Deja keep on callin' (Callin') +She say she ready to pull up (Pull up) +As soon as I get there, walk in +I'ma put her in a full nelson (Yeah) +I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast +I'm comin' home to get you (I'm comin' home to get you) +I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast +I'm comin' home to get you (I'm on my way) + +[Verse 2] +Bust down Rollies for the clique +Got these bitches dancing on the dick +They gon' wait in line for this drip +I'ma give her mine, then dip +I'ma try to kill her for the real +Thirty thousand dollars in my ear +I ain't gotta sign no deal +Made a half a mil' last year +I just came home from the can +20 days, whole hundred bands +Got a nigga feelin' like the man +All these bitches knowin' who I am +Hit the ground runnin', I ain't playin' +Put a hundred bricks in the van +Give a thousand pounds to my man +Blow the money fast as I can +Signed to the streets, no advance +Bitches tryna rip me out my pants +'Cause they heard a youngin' gettin' bands +They don't know that I ain't goin' for nothin' +Only gave the bitch a couple hundred +Big dawg, nigga, you a runner +Run off on the plug, change my number +Drop top coupes for the summer +[Chorus] +Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg) +Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg) +Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg) +Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg) +Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) +We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row) +Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) +We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row) +Deja keep on callin' (Callin') +She say she ready to pull up (Pull up) +As soon as I get there, walk in +I'ma put her in a full nelson (Yeah) +I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast +I'm comin' home to get you (I'm comin' home to get you) +I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast +I'm comin' home to get you (I'm on my way) + +[Outro] +Dawgs +Just me and my dawgs +We gon' take 'em down two in a row +We gon' take 'em down two in a row +We gon' take 'em down two in a row +Just me and my dawgs +I'ma put her in a full nelson +As soon as I get there, I'ma put her in a full nelson30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Leaked[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +We ain't talked in like a week straight +I been all on the interstate +I been tryna go and get this cake +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga +She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all them niggas +Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas +We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas + +[Verse 1] +They thinkin' I lost it, remind them niggas +I can get flyer than niggas +Hundred thousand in a Gucci bookbag, they thinkin' I signed a nigga +I leveled my life up, this Rollie I got on don't tick tock +Still on that bullshit, if you pull up on me, let the stick talk +I'm in L.A. with the vibes, they in the cut getting high +She tryna get in my ride, she tryna turn up tonight, yeah +I was running up cash, yeah, I had ran up a bag +And they started gettin' mad, yeah +But I didn't get mad, I just kept getting cash, yeah +Now I'm in my bag, yeah, now I'm in my bag, yeah +She wanna get with me, she know that I'm sticky, but I'm in my bag now +She wasn't fucking with me, she didn't come around, she wishing she had now +And I'm in my bag now +I'm in the bag, the Goyard to be exact +Three hundred racks inside it, and that ain't no cap +I could've bought a Wraith today, yeah yeah +I ran it up, they supposed to hate +I'm digging this lifestyle +Water drippin' on me like I'm a faucet +The crew with me right now +You can play, just proceed with caution +I popped the wrong pill, now I'm nauseous +I need to get off this drank, it's a problem +I took a Tesla and landed on Mars​ +Lord please wake me up tomorrow +[Chorus] +She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga +She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga +Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas +We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas +She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga +She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga +Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas +We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas + +[Verse 2] +They know they can't beat me, so they tryna leave me +And she tryna leave me, but I ain't gon' let her +Diamonds on Fiji, I'm running with QC +And Reebok endorse me, went up a new level +I'm loving this lifestyle and niggas wanna be me +I know they won't catch up, but I ain't gon' let 'em +As soon as the money get up to a million, put it in the ground and then go buy a new shovel +How you gon' be in yo feelings when I'm in my feelings? +We both can't be in our feelings +I ain't gon' lie when you thinkin' I did it, I did it +It's something 'bout your intuition +Ain't telling you no lies, I'm tired of seeing you cry +Come here girl, let me wipe your eye +Everything gon' be alright, yeah +[Chorus] +She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga +She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga +Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas +We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas +She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga +She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga +Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas +We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pure Cocaine[Chorus] +When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast +Every day it's gon' rain, yeah +Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit +This pure cocaine, yeah +From the streets, but I got a little sense +But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain) +Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do +And I do my thing (Do my thing) + +[Verse 1] +Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks +Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox +Think red means go so I don't stop +I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin' +You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches +Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches +Made your bitch fuck on my friend, it's no difference +I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp +If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do it +If I put it on a song, I seen it or been through it +I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move +Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon +Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancún +Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool +If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too +We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes +[Chorus] +When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast +Every day it's gon' rain, yeah +Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit +This pure cocaine, yeah +From the streets, but I got a little sense +But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain) +Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do +And I do my thing (Do my thing) +When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast +Every day it's gon' rain, yeah +Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit +This pure cocaine, yeah +From the streets, but I got a little sense +But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain) +Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do +And I do my thing (Do my thing) + +[Verse 2] +Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag +New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap +I'm living my best life for real +Just left the dealership, no tag +If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last +Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag +Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad +They need me in the trap but I can't go back +I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab +I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think +Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it +Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it +Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs +Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah +New G-Wagen, no key, this a push-start +I can hit the gas, make it disappear +[Chorus] +When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast +Every day it's gon' rain, yeah +Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit +This pure cocaine, yeah +From the streets, but I got a little sense +But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain) +Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do +And I do my thing (Do my thing) +When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast +Every day it's gon' rain, yeah +Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit +This pure cocaine, yeah +From the streets, but I got a little sense +But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain) +Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do +And I do my thing (Do my thing)24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Commercial[Intro: Drake & Lil Juice] +(Tay Keith, this too hard) +(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I paid some extra before we even come out +And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin' +I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks +And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin' +Go on a store run and get rubber bands +I done got rich, I done put on my mans +Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin' +They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand +She take a trip, she come back with a tan +I take a trip, I come back with them bands +When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em +Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin' +She throw a hoodie on soon as we land +She don't like pics, I got too many fans +I'm runnin' shit, I can do what I want +And it's really a limit, you do what you can +I found the booth and I put that shit up +'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land +I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing +I swear I don't even know her name +I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance +They gave me ten M&M's on advance +Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me +I guess it was part of the plan +How he on fire, but he cool as a fan? +Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man +They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it +Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin' +I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band +Free all the bros, know I would if I can +If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it +'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin' +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up +Dior store can't keep up with me +I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me +I'm never comin' back, them people under me +Not the fans, yeah, the haters +Lotta bands on the table +They say I went commercial, I ain't know it +They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back +Play myself and my position, who doin' that? + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that +Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that +Niggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' back +And forth with niggas 'cause these niggas be holdin' racks +On the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racks +Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back +I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback +Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back (24, woo) +I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's Betty +They say the drop hot and it's ready +Might stretch it out, but it ain't fetti (Yes) +Say my dawg doin' time +But I know he ain't gonna snitch 'cause it's still some shit he didn't tell me +My dawg stabbed his celly +He told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?) +Went up on my price, in my pocket like Kelly +Fucked her in the telly, no I can't not say who, no telly +My head gettin' heavy +And you know I still got Balmains on my ass (Woo) +No, I can't do no Amiris +Said I'm takin' trips, long flights, they scary +She said her birthday in March, okay, cool, so that means you an Aries +I told her, "Gotta go," she said, "You serious?" +Diamonds cold as December, my vibe Sagittarius +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up (Haha, period, period, slatt, woo) +Dior store can't keep up with me +I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me +I'm never comin' back, them people under me +Not the fans, yeah, the haters +Lotta bands on the table +They say I went commercial, I ain't know it +They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back +Play myself and my position, who doin' that? + +[Verse 3: Lil Baby] +I can switch up and come back another way +If the vibe ain't right, come back another day +Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave +Remix weed, we put it in a microwave +Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J +He can say what he want, but he gotta pay +Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay +Sell my drugs 'round the corner +I pay all these bills, I'm a grownup +My cars a lil' different, I own 'em +I ain't with no leasin', my bitch tellin' me I need credit +It's loud and clear if I said it +I come from the gutter, I spent me a hundred on Chevys +You can take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out of me +Know the hood proud of me +I Givenchyed my tee, went and upgrade my teeth +Yeah, I dropped out of school, but that paper on me +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up +Dior store can't keep up with me +I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me +I'm never comin' back, them people under me +Not the fans, yeah, the haters +Lotta bands on the table +They say I went commercial, I ain't know it +They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back +Play myself and my position, who doin' that?23EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +To the Top[Intro] +Yeah +Free G-Five, on a G5 +Yeah yeah yeah + +[Chorus] +Toast to 'em all +She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and all) +Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain't been answerin' calls +I just been gettin' the money and savin' it +Keepin' my back on the wall +I'm never gon' fall +Straight to the money no stop +I'ma go straight to the stars +Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks +I'ma give it all I got +I'ma go straight to the stars +Condo at the top floor +We was so high, you can ask God +You can ask God + +[Verse 1] +I know they hate it, I see they faces, they mad I made it +I'm on they ass, I'm gettin' this bag, I ran it up fast +Stand up in they chest no apology +Mama sent a text that she proud of me +Youngins in the hood watchin' out for me +Money all colors like Monopoly +Park the Jeep, hop in the Vet +Stay on they ass, stay on they neck +Keep me a check +Viper came yellow, I painted it red +And I paid cash, you heard what I said +Goin' crazy, I been feelin' the rage +Last year I was sittin' in the cage +This year I'm goin' all the way +Taking drugs, tryna ease the pain +I see 'em watchin' +They on my drip, they tryna follow the wave +They on my page +They know that I'm paid, ain't been in town in days +Most of these niggas they old news +All these bitches been ran through +I'ma save all the fifties and keep the hundreds +Then spend all the dubs on getting money +Straight from the 'jects to a jet +We been gettin' real fly +Free G-Five, on a G5 +Balmain denim, no Levis +Strapped to a T, who want war with us +Dually sit up like an armored truck +I brought it out, it's a one of one +Nigga screaming gang, they ain't one of us +[Chorus] +Toast to 'em all +She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and all) +Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain't been answerin' calls +I just been gettin' the money and savin' it +Keepin' my back on the wall +I'm never gon' fall +Straight to the money no stop +I'ma go straight to the top +Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks +I'ma give it all I got +I'ma go straight to the stars +Condo at the top floor +We was so high, you can ask God +You can ask God + +[Verse 2] +Draped down in Gucci, she rock Givenchy, she matchin' my fly +I know it's wrong, but fuck if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right +Let's take a trip, if we leave now, we can land tonight +We gon' take a trip to Dubai, guarantee you won't see nobody +Nobody safe where I come from +Young niggas goin' straight dumb +Fifty hollow tips in each drum +Throwing fours up with lil one +Hoppin' out trucks, we suited up, we ready for war, yeah +Yeah that's my boy, that's really my dawg +We went from boys to men +[Outro] +Straight to the money no stop +I'ma give it all I got +I'ma give it all I got +I'ma give it all I got +Straight to the money no stop +I'ma go straight to the top +I'ma go straight to the top +I'ma go straight to the top8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All of a Sudden[Intro: Moneybagg Yo] +Ugh ugh ugh +Fed shit +Ayy, gangster shit only nigga +Lil Baby, what's poppin'? +DMac got me too bangin' +All four of my pockets full now + +[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Lil Baby] +I can't be totin' no handguns (Glock) +Unless that bitch come with a thirty (With a thirty) +I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes +Unless that bitch come with a buddy (With a friend) +I can't be drivin' no regular cars (Skrt) +That bitch gotta come with a button (A button) +I was broke like a while back +Now I'm up all of a sudden +I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget (Send me that) +I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber (Slip in that) +I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded +I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy +I just came home with nothin' (Woo) +Now I'm up all of a sudden (Hey) +Now I'm up all of a sudden (Hey) +Now I'm up all of a sudden (Hey, hey) +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Moneybagg, Moneybagg (Fuck with it) +I'm in the booth with a money bag +Here go the bricks, where the money at? +Give me a load, I ain't comin' back +I make 'em shoot where your stomach at +We gon' pull up where your mama at +Runnin' through hoes like a running back +We can fuck but you can't call this number back +If you knew better, baby you'd do better +I got plenty hoes, call me Hugh Hefner +I'm with Moneybagg, we went four federal +Four Pockets, Bread Gang, who better? + +[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Lil Baby] +I can't be totin' no handguns +Unless that bitch come with a thirty +I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes +Unless that bitch come with a buddy +I can't be drivin' no regular cars +That bitch gotta come with a button +I was broke like a while back +Now I'm up all of a sudden +I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget +I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber +I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded +I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy +[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo] +If I said fuck you I meant that +I'm whippin' this coupe, I ain't rent that +The shit that you savin', I spent that +And if you want smoke you can get that +I just want proof of the backend +Any time I fuck her I hit from the back end +I'm pullin' her hair while I dig in her +She like hold up baby, keep my tracts in +I can't hit that bitch raw, got a glove on me +I'm in the trap with the drugs on me +I just went bonkers all up, Exclusive Game +Fly as fuck like a dove on me +Diamonds wet like a tub on me +Hurricane Harvey, flood on me +Left the spot with a dub on me +Walk in the spot, bitches tug on me + +[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Lil Baby] +I can't be totin' no handguns +Unless that bitch come with a thirty +I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes +Unless that bitch come with a buddy +I can't be drivin' no regular cars +That bitch gotta come with a button +I was broke like a while back +Now I'm up all of a sudden +I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget +I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber +I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded +I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy +I just came home with nothin' +Now I'm up all of a sudden +Hey, now I'm up all of the sudden, hey +Now I'm up all of the sudden +I just came home with nothin' +Now I'm up all of a sudden +Hey, now I'm up all of a sudden, hey +Now I'm up all of a sudden5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Time[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin +I'm like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck +G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up +And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C'd up +I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock +Kept it real, that's why I don't flock +Look at me, I'm on the chart +I don't look down but I'm on top +I don't entertain any clout +Play with me, you gon' get shot for real +Now they can't resist us, hear 'em tryna diss us +Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh +I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement +Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste +Now I'm on this cash race, I can't come in last place +I done finally went legit, accountants, I'm a taxpayer +So you know that mean I'm goin' hard 'til my last day +Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I got six watches, I'm ahead of time +I’m goin' all out if it's 'bout mine +I’m gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind +Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind +Buy her a Birkin Bag, keep her up to par +Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off +Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge +Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge +[Verse 2: Meek Mill] +Bendin' through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt) +All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo) +Make a move we X you out, ain't goin' tic tac (Brrt) +Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah) +The richest nigga in my city, that's a big fact (Big fact) +And we don't do them lil' planes, we on the big jet (Big jet) +My dawg still movin' that 'caine, and he ain't quit yet (He ain't quit yet) +I had to tell him when he came, "Don't bring no bricks back" +Feel like I'm the chosen one (Woah) +Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah) +I ain't mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah) +Richard Millie cost a quarter milli', I got more than one (Yeah) +FN on me lighter than a bitch, feel like a water gun (Gang) + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I got six watches, I'm ahead of time +I’m goin' all out if it's 'bout mine +I’m gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind +Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind +Buy her a Birkin Bag, keep her up to par +Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off +Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge +Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge + +[Verse 3: Lil Baby] +Livin' like a pornstar +Rollie, 7 pointers +Opps finna join us but we ain't switching sides +Neck look like a freezer, ain't savin' no skeezer +They gave me a reason, now they gotta die +I don't want no smoke with you if you don't want no smoke with me +But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin' shifts, sleep and creep +I did what they couldn't do, guess that's why they mad at me +But what's up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin' me? +This my strategy +Keep on stackin' Gs, make 'em proud of me +I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans +I want Prada fleece, I'm from poverty +Real talk +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I got six watches, I'm ahead of time +I’m goin' all out if it's 'bout mine +I’m gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind +Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind +Buy her a Birkin Bag, keep her up to par +Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off +Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge +Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ready[Intro] +Metro Boomin want some more, nigga + +[Chorus: Gunna] +In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) +Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') +Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) +Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) +Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce) +Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly) +I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly) +And they know from the start who was ready + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I can't fuck with none of y'all niggas, y'all disgust me +When you with your maggot ass friends, don't discuss me +FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me +I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain't gon' touch me +Big body Benz, 'member I used to be dusty +Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please +I was sellin' weed when they came out with White T +Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee +Whole hood poppin', other niggas, they don't like me +Made her eat it up, she told her friend, "He gon' wife me" +All my niggas thoroughbred, I don't fuck with crossbreeds +Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street +[Chorus: Gunna] +In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) +Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') +Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) +Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) +Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce) +Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly) +I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly) +And they know from the start who was ready (Ready) + +[Verse 2: Gunna] +Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y's (Margiel-y) +Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y's (Baguette-y) +Ain't gon' bash you bitches, I ain't petty (Nah) +Just know we fuckin', we ain't goin' steady (Goin' steady) +I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy) +I ain't have no kid but I'm her daddy (I'm her daddy) +Better shake her ass like it's Magic (Like it's Magic) +Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah) +Carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit (I'm a rabbit) +I ain't Shawty Lo, but what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?) +We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon) +I'm on fuckin go, I can't panic (I can't panic) + +[Chorus: Gunna] +In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) +Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') +Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) +Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) +Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce) +Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly) +I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly) +And they know from the start who was ready +[Outro: Lil Baby] +Money conversations, check my feng shui +I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel a month straight +Supermodel, her body gon' be my entree +I been runnin' with hitters, my youngins gun slang +Cars up to date, brand new Wraith +My life circle, mines ain't straight +Bills ain't late, paid no notes +I ain't no joke, they want smoke +We exotic, start a riot, we gon' ride +.223's, drakes outside +We don't get tired, we gon' die18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Never Needed No Help[Intro] +Earl on the beat +Yeah, know what I'm sayin' +Know what I'm sayin'? When you create the wave and the vibe +You know what I'm sayin'? You is the vibe and the wave +You know what I'm sayin'? +Never let these niggas catch up once you caught up +Know what I'm sayin'? +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah +Uh-huh, uh-huh + +[Chorus] +I can do bad on my own and good by myself +I never needed no help +I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there +You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here +My vision was blurry and now I see clear +You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year +Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell +I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor +I can do bad on my own and good by myself +I never needed no help +I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there +You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here +My vision was blurry and now I see clear +You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year +Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell +I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor +[Verse 1] +Draped in designer I’m sticky as hell +Whenever we argue I buy her Chanel +Whenever I ain't rappin' I'm sellin' this bail +My nigga got caught, I just hope he don’t tell +If you can sit quiet then I’ll pay your bail +They not gon' snitch if they send me to hell +I put in overtime to get these M’s +Been with the same gang since I was lil' + +[Bridge] +Run it up, run it up, run it up, lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah) +Run it up, run it up, run it up, lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah) +Run it up, run it up, run it up, lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah) +Lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah) + +[Chorus] +I can do bad on my own and good by myself +I never needed no help +I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there +You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here +My vision was blurry and now I see clear +You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year +Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell +I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor +I can do bad on my own and good by myself +I never needed no help +I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there +You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here +My vision was blurry and now I see clear +You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year +Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell +I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor +[Verse 2] +You won’t believe what I made in a year +I’m flippin' these bags, I made me a mill +Then I start rappin' and got me a deal +I took off fast, this shit get for real +She want to talk but she don’t want to hear +All she want me to do is keep it real +She keep on cryin' I'm tired of her tears +I keep on lyin' it just what it is +I'm on my grind, so fuck how you feel +I got some homies who sittin' in the pen +Yeah, yeah +They gon' be sittin' in that bitch for some years +We were some teens, they labeled us grown +Had some judges who doin' us wrong +I know your pain just hold on +Just sing this song + +[Chorus] +I can do bad on my own and good by myself +I never needed no help +I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there +You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here +My vision was blurry and now I see clear +You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year +Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell +I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor +I can do bad on my own and good by myself +I never needed no help +I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there +You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here +My vision was blurry and now I see clear +You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year +Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell +I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Southside[Intro] +Southside on the track, yeah +Southside +Southside +Yeah + +[Chorus] +I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside +(Southside) +Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside +(Southside) +Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside +(Southside) +I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside (yeah) +Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real +I put the "d" in dope for real +Saint Laurent on my coat for real +That Draco, that Draco (Draco) +I'm with Derez in Clayco (Clayco) +Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one +We had them bands in the neighborhood (neighborhood) + +[Verse 1] +Temp fade, new J's (new J's) +All day, catch plays (plays) +White tee, dope boy (work) +Move that dope, boy (dope boy) +Trappin' out a bando (bando) +Servin' out a window (window) +Tryna run our mills up (M's up) +That's what we pay the rent for (M's) +Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M's in (M's in) +Bad bitch lookin' like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim (Slim Jim) +I just want push start on my car +Shoutout the hood, they know I'm a god +They know what we bang wherever we are +I just took these cuts on stage +Look at these VVS' in my chain +I'm doing better, I can't even complain (nah) +Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain (brain) +Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane ('sane) +With the gang, I ain't switchin' the name (name) +Paper tag, got me switchin' these lanes (lane) +Do anything to get me some chains +These niggas be fuckin' for fame (fame) +[Chorus] +I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside +(Southside) +Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside +(Southside) +Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside +(Southside) +I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside (yeah) +Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real +I put the "d" in dope for real +Saint Laurent on my coat for real +That Draco, that Draco +I'm with Derez in Clayco +Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one +We had them bands in the neighborhood + +[Verse 2] +I'm doing shit that they wishing they could (yeah) +I'm the frontrunner, burning right through the hood (yeah) +They hated on me, but it's still all good (yah) +Draco on me, and it's still all wood (yah) +I'm on probation, they let off a fool +They on my drip, tryna see what I do +They takin' notes, tryna study my moves +They tryna do what I do (what you doin'?) +All-Star weekend, I was gettin' the pack in +Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin' +Big body Benz "beep, beep" when it back in +Real street niggas buyin' bags with the backends +These niggas ain't authentic, they actin' +And I ain't get to the money, they cappin' +What happened? (huh?) +I thought you was a real one? (nah, nah) +Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones (clear) +These diamonds dancin' too loud in my ear, so I don't hear them (hear them) +My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy +We don't fear them (nah) +These niggas don't wanna play with us +I swear that we gon' kill them (fa) +[Chrous] +I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside +Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside +Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside +I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside +Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real +I put the "d" in dope for real +Saint Laurent on my coat for real +That Draco, that Draco +I'm with Derez in Clayco +Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one +We had them bands in the neighborhood + +[Outro] +Yeah, on Southside +We on Southside7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cash[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +4 Pockets Full, nigga + +[Chorus] +Is you mad? +'Cause I'm getting cash +That ain't my place +Bought a new Wraith +She in my face +I want her head +I want her legs +I want a redhead +I want her head +I want her neck +I want her legs +You don't even beg +We can fuck on the floor +We can fuck in the shower +Leave your friends at the door +Tell 'em give you a hour + +[Verse 1] +And they know I'ma GOAT +I got paper and power +Man, these niggas some hoes +Everything they say sour +I bought a Bentley and blew out her brain +Since I got money and people done changed +I'm keepin' my .40, I'm up on my aim +Jump out of line, I bust at your brain +Shoebox money, it ain't nothin' to me +I could make a hunnid in my sleep +These niggas cappin', that's all they see +They just wanna be like me +Takin' this swag and then give it back +I didn't get mad, I went and got more +They just wanna be like him +I don't wanna be like them +Used to wanna be like him +'Til I stayed down and ran up an M +Baby ballin', they should put it on film +Shootin' for bricks, I don't aim for the rim +Fuck the gym, I don't work out +Take a sip of the lean, wash the Perc down +I got on all my jewels, foreign, and all my shoes +These niggas mad 'cause I won't lose +I gotta win, I just began +No fake love, no fake friends +Just 30 in this FN +[Chorus] +Is you mad? +'Cause I'm getting cash +That ain't my place +Bought a new Wraith +She in my face +I want her head +I want her legs +I want a redhead +I want her head +I want her neck +I want her legs +You don't even beg +We can fuck on the floor +We can fuck in the shower +Hey, your friends at the door +Tell 'em give you an hour + +[Verse 2] +I go deep in her throat +Keep that shit on the low +Don't nobody else know +That's our business fasho +We can fuck on the counter +I keep takin' these downers +Pop me a Addi, a Percocet, pour me a four +Baby, we grown, we could fuck on the floor +I'm gettin' money +That's why they mad +That ain't my fault +Nigga, I'm a boss +Get white chalked +Playin' with an OG +I got bags +These niggas owe me, they know me +Standin' in the kitchen and workin' my wrists +I made a duece, turned to a nick +I make a nick, turned to a nine +I made a nine, turned to a split +You know the rest, I made a split, turned to a brick +We in this bitch, we got it lit +We got them sticks +[Chorus] +Is you mad? +'Cause I'm getting cash +That ain't my place +Bought a new Wraith +She in my face +I want her head +I want her legs +I want a redhead +I want her head +I want her neck +I want her legs +You don't even beg +We can fuck on the floor +We can fuck in the shower +Leave your friends at the door +Tell 'em give you an hour2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +First Class[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Chorus] +Yeah, Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans +Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important +Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning +She got them ass shots that I like +Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night +She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight +Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans +Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important +Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning +She got them ass shots that I like +Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night +She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight + +[Verse 1] +You can be mine and I can be yours +Let's have a baby and name her Dior +Ain't got no time I'm always on tour +I press decline I always ignore +I had to tease her so she can want more +Baby we grown we can fuck on the floor +Condo top floor, we gon' make love on the balcony +She want that dick tryna tackle me +I'm gettin' money like I was a athlete +Wake her up and put her back to sleep +I let the homie hit after me +She got super head he enjoying that +I ain't cuffing no bitch I ain't doing that +Once I hit it one time I ain't goin' back +I'm out the door like a floor mat +She say she diggin' my format +I'm the baby I'm a rug rat +She like, "Damn baby where my hug at?" I'm like, "Damn, baby, we don't do that" +Gave her a couple of thousand for the pussy +Get in there let her know I ain't no rookie +Put on a show like somebody else lookin' +Diggin in her deep make her push me +[Chorus] +Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans +Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important +Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning +She got them ass shots that I like +Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night +She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight +Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans +Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important +Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning +She got them ass shots that I like +Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night +She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight + +[Verse 2] +She say she tied up, she got a man and he on her ass +She say she tired of 'em +Give her a perkie, a pack of backwoods and tell her to fire up +Top floor penthouse suite, baby, we high up +Who said that you cannot buy love? +We gon' be making love until the morning, baby, I'm tellin' you, this is your warning +I'm not gon' stop it, I'ma keep on flowin' +Adderall got a nigga goin' +I'ma get it cracking and you know it +I'ma make you happy, I ain't boring +You can tell your friends you don't know me +I'ma beat it up like you owe me +I gotta go, sorry you can't hold me +Fishtail the Vette like it's stolen +Baby you was lucky that I choose you +Fuck all that talkin', baby, I'ma show you +Put a lot of lean in my soda +Coffee cup but this ain't folger's +I know I be drippin' from my toe up +Just don't tell 'em nothing that I told you +[Chorus] +Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans +Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important +Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning +She got them ass shots that I like +Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night +She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight +Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans +Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important +Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning +She got them ass shots that I like +Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night +She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How[Intro] +(M-M-M-Murda) + +[Verse 1] +Runnin' up this money been a breeze (Phew) +Flew her in, she fuck me ’til she leave (Uh) +She done fell in love, I'm sellin' dreams +I done fell in love with buyin’ jeans (Jeans) +Hate I found a love for sippin' lean +Hellcat faster than a Demon, new G-Wagen with no key +Put baguettes in my AP, I ain't on playin' about they beef +Niggas know I play for keeps, treat my brothers like they me +Had to make myself a boss, it ain't no nigga workin' me +I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me +Know they hate the way it happened, probably somewhere cursin' me +I don’t know nothing ’bout no killin', all I know is murder beats +I got rich and understand my next three cars gon’ be a lease +I ain't never losin' sleep about no beef, I roll in peace +I put diamonds in my teeth, came from grindin' in the streets +Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it +Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall, they need they freedom (Free y’all) +When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me (See me) +Once it's up, it's stuck, we get over on niggas, not get even +Forgiato rims on my dually, I ride diesel +Only rock Amiris with my team, not no Diesel +Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles +She keep sayin' I'm the man, that shit boostin' up my ego +Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal, I'm just sayin' (Yeah) +[Chorus] +How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'? +Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty +I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet +All I know is put it up and keep on workin' +I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded +Devil on my shoulders +God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah + +[Verse 2] +Drop-top McLaren (Oh), everybody starin' (Lookin') +Lil' one from the hood turned into the man (Big dawg) +Get a lot of money (Yeah), try to stuff it in my pants (4 Pockets) +I might do the woah (Woah), nigga, I don't dance +Rings on my hand cost a fortune +Shout out to my mama, no abortion (What's up?) +D-Boy, white Air Forces (Crisp) +Different kinda bags, I got choices (Flavors) +And I got the swag for a loyal ticket +Think I'm hearin' voices in my head sayin', "Kill him" (Kill him) +Know she'll forgive me, I'm one of the real ones +Really from the trenches, turn a dollar to a nickel (Get 'em) +Baddest of the baddest, guess I gotta wait to pick 'em +Try us, then we smashin', then they go to playin' victim (Kill 'em) +I don't know what happened, all I know is he got hit up +I'ma need a napkin, chains drippin', VV's lit up +I'ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up) +We gon' beat the trial, I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups (Push-up) +Win, win, win, no lose or draw, I never give up (Nah) +Nigga, what you bangin'? What you claimin'? Throw that shit up (4, Baby) +[Chorus] +How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'? +Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty +I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet +All I know is put it up and keep on workin' +I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded +Devil on my shoulders +God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All In[Intro] +(Cook that shit up, Quay) + +[Verse 1] +My mama been told me don't give no poor performance +And whatever you gon' do, just do it +Never thought 'bout doin' music +I was tryna build my phone up +Contacts full of drug abusers +Ridin' around with that Mexican, tryna figure out what my cousin doin' +Prison with the 'migos, found out they was sellin' bricks +Wish I would've knew that shit, I would've been lit +Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich +I be at James Harden house, I'm all in Houston in the mix +I'm talkin' 'bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks +And I don't even know no players +I just wan' show off my new drip and put my chains in layers +I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the layup +And we ain't squashin' shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us +You niggas better pay up, yeah +Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer go for a lighter sentence +I don't want know no problems with y'all niggas, y'all got women tendencies +I don't gotta sell drugs no more, I'm bossed up, I got plenty business +Ridin' 'round in that Lam' truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain't rented +Givin' out my respect, get respect in every city +Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy +Fucked around and got plugged in, I'm buyin' that red Richard Mille +Stay out my lil' brother business, just know that they gettin' millions +[Chorus] +Press the button right there to let the doors in +Go hard all year, I don't care, I'm goin' all in +This house, vibes everywhere, she callin' more friends +My word or nothin', I ain't lyin', I cannot bargain + +[Verse 2] +Sippin' wockiana, come here, thotiana +Let me bust you down, ah, yeah, yeah +What kinda watch you wanted? +Man, that's nothin', mami +I'm not bein' funny, yeah, yeah, yeah +I should've knew you was gon' rat the day you told me +A hundred racks in all dubs, it ain't no foldin' me +I ain't no puppet, I ain't with nobody controllin' me +I go LeBron when it's crunch time, it ain't no holdin' me +You got the Maybach, Benz truck, I'm tryna buy one +I told lil' shawty just let bygones be bygones +Tell the feds get off my dick, I don't gotta buy guns +They got the right one, yeah + +[Chorus] +Press the button right there to let the doors in +Go hard all year, I don't care, I'm goin' all in +This house, vibes everywhere, she callin' more friends +My word or nothin', I ain't lyin', I cannot bargain +[Outro] +To let the doors in +I'm goin' all in +She callin' more friends +I cannot bargain5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money Forever[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I had to spread my wings, jump out my nest +Ran out of Act so I'm pourin' up red +I took the harder way like I'm Derez +Shout out the doctor keep givin' these meds +I got the streets in a lock like some dreads +Ride on the back of that bitch like some pegs +Runnin' this shit, they should cut off my legs +Had to play a little smarter, I'm using my head +Dropped out of school, took the street way instead +I'm a lil' dope boy, I want me some bread +I'ma shoot at your body, won't aim for your neck +I just cashed out on a flooded Patek +It ain't a big one, but dammit, it's big enough +I just came home from the can, I'ma live it up +I rep the gang, when you see me, I'ma throw it up +I just spent three hundred racks on a Bentley truck + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Screamin' out, "gang, gang, gang, gang, gang" +I do this shit for the gang +I didn't get in this for fame +Nigga ain't takin' my chain +I'ma stand firm with my name +They say you get money, you change +I got the money and stayed the same +I'm tryna stay in my lane +[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Gunna] +Gotta maintain, can't go back broke +Gotta stand tall, won't bend or fold +Drop top 'Vette, tryna keep it in a Rolls +Ain't signin' no deal, ain't sellin' my soul +Gotta run it up fast, my mama gettin' old +I'm a million dollar nigga, gotta reach my goal +Got the hood on my back, still throwin' up fours +They say the Act gettin' low, I'm still pourin' up fours +I pour the six if it cost me +I like to fuck on your ho on the balcony +I got the cheese and I got me some broccolli +All color money, this shit like monopoly +Can't get this drip, ain't no need for you watchin' me +I ran my racks up and I moved out of poverty +I'm keepin' designer all over my body +I got some Buscemi, I got new Givenchy +Damn I thought I'd never see the day +I'm so glad I made it through the rain +They don't wanna see a nigga straight +They don't wanna see young Gunna paid +Take a long time, I had to wait +Want this penthouse, a lot of space +A lot of hundreds comin' our way +Bust it down, split it with the gang +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Screamin' out, "gang, gang, gang, gang, gang" +I do this shit for the gang +I didn't get in this for fame +Nigga ain't takin' my chain +I'ma stand firm with my name +They say you get money, you change +I got the money and stayed the same +I'm tryna stay in my lane + +[Verse 3: Lil Baby] +I used to sleep on the floor for a mattress +Getting evicted, that shit was embarrassing +My mama didn't have it, we made us a palettes +I had to share with the roaches and rats +Keep gettin' money these voices keep telling me +I went to prison, it made me a better me +I can't get no job, I got too many felonies +I been on probation since I was like seventeen +I done got me some stripes in the hood like a referee +I used to walk into school with that fire on me +I'm gettin' money, ain't really got time to beef +I don't know why these lil bitches be lyin' on me +I'm the jungle forreal where them lions be +I'm goin' apeshit, they callin' me Willie B +These niggas be sayin' they gon' rob me but we'll see +I'm gon' make every nigga with 'em fear me +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Screamin' out, "gang, gang, gang, gang, gang" +I do this shit for the gang +I didn't get in this for fame +Nigga ain't takin' my chain +I'ma stand firm with my name +They say you get money, you change +I got the money and stayed the same +I'm tryna stay in my lane + +[Outro: Lil Baby] +Run it all up and stay the same, yeah +I'ma run it all up and stay the same +Run it all up and stay the same, yeah +I'ma run it all up and stay the same +I will not change for shit, I got my name from this +I will not change for shit, I got my name from this +I will not change for shit, I got my name from this +I will not change for shit, I got my name from this +Run it all up and stay the same, yeah +I'ma run it all up and stay the same3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Forever[Intro] +Who made this beat? +Twysted Genius, baby + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (Gimme that) +I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together +She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin' +Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty +My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants +And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? +Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic +Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest +Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let them catch me lackin' +I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' +But fuck 'em, we get active (Get active) + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Wrap it, make sure they can't smell it +Drive too far? Don't matter, I'll mail it +Tryna steal swag, I see it, I smell it +Used to get mad, probably beat up my celly +Now I sell bags every day in my city +Ain't doin' no playin', when they come, be ready +I got murder on my mind like that lil' nigga Melly (Free Melly) +Big boy rocks, stud the same size as Nelly (Ten karats) +Long as I live, I'ma get this cheddar +Ever since the bitch left, doin' lil' better +Which car I'ma drive? It depends on the weather +Rolls Royce truck pull up like, "Hello" +Pretty, tall, light skin, shake like Jell-O +If the bitch actin' bougie, I'ma take her to the ghetto +If I ain't smokin' Runtz, then it's probably Limoncello +You got a lil' boy, but you not on my level +Sell P's every day in the hood on my schedule +Young nigga give a ho whole groove like Stella +Jam don't shake like that, that's Jell-O +Made a whole M on the road, then lay low +I'm a real boss in my hood, I got say-so +I was havin' choppas 'fore I heard about Dracos +Put me in the casket with a bust down halo, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (Give me that) +I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together +She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' +Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty +My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants +And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? +Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic +Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest +Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let them catch me lackin' +I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' +But fuck 'em, we get active + +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Suavé (Huh), sippin' promethazine latte (Yeah) +Sticky-ass weed like Scotch tape (Yeah) +Big B's, call me Banye (Hoo) +Me and Lil Baby compadre (Yeah) +What these niggas talkin' 'bout? Blasé (Huh) +Diamonds on me, that's pavé (Huh) +So bright, can't see, that's a blind date (Huh) +Marley and Fee trynna get high weight (Ooh) +I got M-O-L-L-Y weight +Only once the drugs are done +I feel like, "Where the hell is my grave?" +Heartbeat beatin' at a high rate +World stop spinnin', start to vibrate +It's a cold world, so my house in Miami still came with a fireplace +Pupils dilate, don't judge me +I'm with a sex slave, she like rough D +I got a text straight from the plug, he said "There's a drought" +I said "Funny", now we laughin' +And only time that we act, is when we act asses +Nigga, we active +So if you 'bout that life, get out that casket +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Lil Wayne, Both] +If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (Ooh, give me that) +I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together (Yeah, yeah) +She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' +Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty +My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants +And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? +Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic +Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest +Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let them catch me lackin' +I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' +But fuck 'em, we get active + +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, fuck 'em we get active, yeah +We can get active, yeah +This still got some active, yeah +Fuck 'em we get active, uh +Fuck 'em we get active10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Global[Intro] +We global now + +[Chorus] +Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers) +Switch it up and I went global (Global) +Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up) +Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up) +These niggas cap and that shit blow up +My dawg rappin', hope he blow up +I need my checks without no hold-ups +I put my city on my shoulders +I told the truth in every story that I told 'em +I fucked around and showed 'em + +[Verse 1] +All of my whips got that new car smell +Don't get it twisted, from the 'partments, I just park well +I don't fuck with him, that nigga flawed, send him to voicemail +Catch up with him, push up on him, tell him how we all feel +Made myself a millionaire, only took a year, dawg +Thinkin' bout what I been through, I can make a tear fall +Late night with them youngins, we was creepin', could've killed y'all +We ain't gon' do that internet beefin', that's for bitches, dawg +I went up to space so they hatin', they can't lift off +I can make your bitch eat my kids, every drip drop +I come from trenches, we can't come outside in flip flops +I done came so far, sittin' on the floor, watchin' the tip-off +[Chorus] +Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers) +Switch it up and I went global (Global) +Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up) +Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up) +These niggas cap and that shit blow up +My dawg rappin', hope he blow up +I need my checks without no hold-ups +I put my city on my shoulders +I told the truth in every story that I told 'em +I fucked around and showed 'em + +[Verse 2] +I put my all into this shit +I worked so hard to get my wrist +It broke my heart but I didn't quit +I had to ball with no assist +I got 'em all on my drip +Go with his move, he gon' get flipped (Yeah) +I had to hustle for a meal, yeah +And now I'm hustling in these M's, yeah +Gave Jock and Dee 200 years +Whenever they call, I let 'em hear +Them lawyers I got gon' lift they spirit +Them niggas know I keep it real, yeah +Sometimes I feel like the floor is giving in on me +I work so hard but I can't stop 'cause they depend on me +I tried to holler, she didn't talk, but now her friend want me +I see through all, and my life flawed, need no lens on us +[Chorus] +Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers) +Switch it up and I went global (Global) +Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up) +Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up) +These niggas cap and that shit blow up +My dawg rappin', hope he blow up +I need my checks without no hold-ups +I put my city on my shoulders +I told the truth in every story that I told 'em +I fucked around and showed 'em6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Humble[Intro: Lori Perry & Lil Baby] +Day after day +Seems like I push against the clouds +(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) +They just keep blocking out the sun +It seems since I was born +I've wakened every blessed morning +I been thinkin' to myself lately +Wonderin' did she mean it when she say she hate me? +Or wonderin' did she mean it when she say she wished she didn't keep the baby? (Down on my luck and up against the wind) + +[Verse 1] +Told Solid to speed it up, you ain't driving Miss Daisy +Rolls Royce truck plus, yeah, you driving Lil Baby +Hit from the back and grab her neck, it be drivin' her crazy +Ain't work no job since we met, I'm the reason she lazy +I got some checks that I ain't touch, they for Loyal and Jason +Really wanna have a daughter just so I can spoil her +Maybe look at women different +Father God, forgive me, I'ma been sinning for a minute +We bought sticks when it was tension +Fuck that bitch, she want attention +She get famous if I mention +I ain't gon' say her name at all +I was just sittin' in prison, damn near livin' like a dog +I remember that shit vividly, I do this shit for y'all +I'm not lookin' for no sympathy, won't cry about no loss +I got demons all on my back and arms, I'm tryna shake 'em off +I can't never fuck with lil' Mill again, he tried to take me off +I can't lie, you was my dawg, I heard that shit, it broke my heart +Can't no nigga say I did somethin' flawed, been solid from the start +Every situation ever happened, Baby played his part +I ain't never did shit to brag about it, I do that shit with honors +In my bag, but I been layin' back, I'm turnin' up this summer +Guess you mad 'cause I've been havin', tellin' hoes I was a runner +If I was, I was the richest runner in Georgia, on my mama +And I ain't never been no worker, had my own number, ask bruh +Seven summers straight we went crazy, called it good luck +[Chorus] +I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number +I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger +All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble +Got the ball, I won't fumble +I just touch down, stay humble +I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number +I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger +All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble +Got the ball, I won't fumble +I just touch down, stay humble, yeah + +[Verse 2] +Thinkin' 'bout that shit you said, I can't get it out my head +I know that my heart is black, so all my cars' insides is red +I don't wanna argue with no one, let's get this guap instead +I ain't tryna beef with none these niggas 'cause all my opps is dead +If you ever run into police, you better not tell +Turn it up, I might as well, you know I'm so 4PF +'Fore I go, I gotta say what's up to all the bros in jail +I know that they be listenin', I know that he'll be with me +And his lawyer cost one-sixty, I hope they un-convict him when he go back +Follow him with a low jack, then step on him like a doormat +Doin' dirt, can't go back, my mind straight, ain't no slackin' +Guns all in Renee house, you ain't from the hood if you don't know Madison +[Chorus] +I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number +I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger +All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble +Got the ball, I won't fumble +I just touch down, stay humble +I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number +I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger +All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble +Got the ball, I won't fumble +I just touch down, stay humble, yeah7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Catch the Sun[Intro] +(Hit-Boy) + +[Verse 1] +Seems like we runnin' outta time +Yeah, we still so young and got so much to find +We can't never let 'em break our mind +We gotta stay strong, conquer and don't divide +I come in peace, my heart already set on fire +If it ain't color, what's the difference from you and I? +I'll let you decide or come up with some repeated lies +I'm just tired of my kind gotta be the one to die +Lookin' in the sky, I know you with me, I can't cry +Standin' what I stand on, I can't never switch sides +Sometimes I just wanna pop out on 'em and flip by +But I put my head on, I pray, I stay from off the route +Thinkin' 'bout my niggas, I ain't seen 'em in a while +Thinkin' 'bout my son, I just had another child +I been thinkin' back on bro, like, "What the fuck we gon' do now?" +On this road to redemption, this shit get rocky and it's wild +Let me tell you 'bout it + +[Chorus] +I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could +When they really can't, yeah +I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't +It's my fault, I can't blame no one +If we take off now, we can catch the sun +Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest +I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could +When they really can't, yeah +I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't +It's my fault, I can't blame no one +If we take off now, we can catch the sun +Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest +[Verse 2] +Know you be behind me if it ever came to this +But I never would've thought that we'll have to take this risk +Or ever be in this position, just keep ridin', don't go missing +If we in this together, this the way it 'posed to feel +I'm going out with a bang, I'm tellin' you what it is +If I get racial profiled where I live +'Cause my crib bigger than theirs, or my cars up to date +Or it's probably be my girl shape, they probably wanna date her +Or they heard I got my cake up, middle finger to them haters +My life finally matters, I got up and I'ma stay up +I know it lookin' like a dream, but it ain't everything it seem +Ain't no tellin' where I be if I ain't have God or ain't have my team +Can't let 'em trick me out the streets, I got a mind of my own +I left the house at sixteen, I told my Mama, "I'm grown" +Been through a lot of situations, I can handle my own +If I had only one call, I know you pick up the phone +If they ain't with us, we gone + +[Chorus] +I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could +When they really can't, yeah +I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't +It's my fault, I can't blame no one +If we take off now, we can catch the sun +Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest +I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could +When they really can't, yeah +I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't +It's my fault, I can't blame no one +If we take off now, we can catch the sun +Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Money[Intro] +(What's happenin', Chi Chi?) +(Section 8 just straight cooked that motherfucker up) +Yeah +So we was at a gas station today, I told the bros, like +Last one home owe a dub, know what I'm sayin'? +And we all ridin' in foreigns, so +That shit super fun cuttin' all through traffic, sayin' +Kinda felt like I made it for a change +That's what I do + +[Verse 1] +Lamborghini truck, big Dre in the cut +Bruh them Bentley-ed up behind me, know what's in my cup +Doin' ninety in a thirty-five like I don't give a fuck (I'm sorry) +Aventador, I let lil' Q 'dem drive, make sure y'all don't hit nobody +I can't lie, this rap shit got us livin' like we hit the lottery +Crippin', knockin' niggas out, one punch like he got into boxing +I been flying state to state for drip, I done got into shopping +Every other day, it's somethin' fake, I'm duckin' paparazzi +He ain't listen, they tapped his nugget +Label told me ain't got no budget +This ain't that, and that ain't 'bout nothing +I got rich, but got folks still strugglin' +I got bros give a fuck 'bout nothin' +I got hoes, don't give a fuck 'bout fuckin' +I ain't did that if she ain't got no butt +Money bring problems, okay, so what? +Pee them too real, they bought me a Rolls truck +Sent it back to get a newer version +Cullinan with the stars in it, got the captain seats in the back +I want the white paint with the red guts, all my other cars need to match it +They be like, "Ooh, ooh," off in traffic +Gotta put racin' gas in my track kit +[Chorus] +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money +All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money, yeah + +[Verse 2] +How you make a whole chorus about getting money? 'Cause all I do is get money +Monday through Sunday, Sunday through Money +It ain't no stoppin', always gon' clock in +Ask for my bookin' phone like I'm trappin' +He a good rapper, yeah, but he cappin' +I treat my shows like I'm getting loads +I gotta get off anywhere I go, yeah +Hop out alone, I'm in my zone +Most of this shit I done did on my own +Niggas want credit for shit that my mama did +I really treat Lil DT like my mama kid +Been poppin' shit since I bought me that Bonneville +I'm in Atlanta from Bankhead to Summerhill +I can't play 'round 'cause I know it's kill +And I know it's real, yeah +[Chorus] +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money +All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +Get money (Get money), get money (Get money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money (Money) +I'm getting money3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Deep End[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +I know they ain't feelin' my pain +I got codeine inside my veins, yeah + +[Chorus] +I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill +We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense +He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in +Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end + +[Verse 1] +They offerin' the shooter the death penalty, won't tell on me +I know if I go broke today, them same hoes gon' bail on me +I got them throwin' salt, they steady tryna fuck up my recipe +Amiri jeans, a hundred a pair, ain't nothin' about a nigga cheap +Sellin' weed in the projects, relapsed on the Hi-Tech +Told the gang that we up next, put 'em on a G5 jet +Overseas with my sidepiece, my queen, she gotta be a dimepiece +We gon' stick together like assigned seats, on that Dej Loaf, nigga, try me +Whoever thought I'd put a hundred on my neck? +Whoever thought that I'd say I'm the one up next? +Whoever thought they'd ever consider me the best? +Whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought? + +[Chorus] +I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill +We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense +He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in +Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end +[Verse 2] +Go and ask about me in the streets, they heard of me +If she find out I been creepin', she gon' murder me +I ain't trippin', no complaints, I got my currency up +Out of town, I let the windows down so they can see us +I take the hitters around the globe, that's all I know (That's all I know) +I met her last night she tried to give me her soul (Give me her soul) +I got 'em hatin', they throwin' shots, they on their toes +One thing they know (One thing they know) +One thing they know (One thing they know) +Ain't gon let up on them niggas, once you try us, ain't gon' stop +If it's pressure, let me know, so we can pull up with them Glocks +Tryna dodge the bullshit and tryna make it to the top +If I never sell a record I'ma make it on the block +How you gon wait 'til I make it then try to help me? Nigga I don't need you (No help) +I put the food on the table, nigga was hungry, I tried to feed you +Treat all my niggas like bosses, nobody better, everyone equal (Yeah) +Real talk this the sequel, hold it down for my people + +[Chorus] +I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill +We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense +He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in +Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end +I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill +We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense +He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in +Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Social Distancing[Intro] +(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) +(What's happenin', Chi Chi?) + +[Verse 1] +I told her to fly and she scared of the virus, I sent her a private to get here +I made four hundred dollars off of each of these pounds, I ain't trippin', it's gon' be a good year +Solomon drivin' while I got my hands on the chopper, I'm keepin' my eyes in the rearview +I'm from Atlanta where they pay to triple cross niggas, they'll dap you up, then they'll kill you +These niggas fake and I'm real, I don't feel 'em +My niggas takers, ain't worried 'bout 'em stealing +I run with apes and some baby gorillas +I know a few (Shh), I can buy me a nigga +Said I wouldn't change but my change a lil' bigger +Four-carat ring leave a scar if I hit you +Look like a spaceship, got stars in my vehicle +These niggas fake and I don't wanna deal with 'em all + +[Chorus] +I'm social distancing +Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick +Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup) +She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent +I'm on some savage shit, ah +I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars +I got a hundred inside of a drum +We pull up clapping, a round of applause +We just gon' say that they won the award +[Verse 2] +Slide in the daytime, then come back at night +We gon' make sure that nobody play with us +They make me mad, I'ma turn up +Let's talk about money, I swear I been savin' up +I'm really sick with this shit, got 'em throwin' up +He hit a lick for a brick, now he goin' up +My niggas rapping, you see us, we blowin' up +Hit the bitch for a rack, then ignore her +I'm so sick of these rats and these whores +I might marry my girl and just go away +Eat her out if she rich, got expensive taste +We ain't got rush, told the pilot to fuckin' wait +Ain't no way I can go on no fuckin' date +I don't know her and she don't know me +My lil' boy 'dem turnt up at a young age +You can say that it run in my genes + +[Chorus] +I'm social distancing +Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick +Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup) +She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent +I'm on some savage shit, ah +I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars +I got a hundred inside of a drum +We pull up clapping, a round of applause +We just gon' say that they won the award +I'm social distancing +Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick +Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup) +She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent +I'm on some savage shit, ah +I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars +I got a hundred inside of a drum +We pull up clapping, a round of applause +We just gon' say that they won the award +[Outro] +I'm social distancing +Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +For You[Chorus] +Baby, why you trippin'? I be right here for you +I be right here for you +Anything that you want, I will provide that for you +I provide that for you +You know I got bitches, never put none 'em before you +Never put them before you +I get you everything that you want +All I ask that you don't blow my phone up + +[Verse 1] +Baby, I'm in love, I admit it +I know that you think I want to hit it +But baby, I ain't got time for no visits +But when I get some time we gon' kick it +Baby, we gon' live it all the way up +Just stay down for me, I'm on my way up +Them other bitches already done changed up +Baby, is you real or you gon' change up? +Fuckin' with a nigga like me dangerous +Would you still be here if I got banged up? +Man, I been through that before, they changed up +Now they be like why he actin' famous? +Baby, would you ride for a nigga? +Get on top and do the job for a nigga? +If I need you to run to a nigga (Would you run?) +Baby tell me you gon' run to a nigga (You better run) +If you need me I'ma come for you, baby (Here I come, here I come) +I'ma be right there +If you need me I'ma come to you, baby (Here I come, here I come) +I'ma be right there +Baby, why you trippin', I ain't got time for that +I been tryna get it on my grind for that +Told you pull up, you trip, never minding that +I ain't never answer that, I'm twine with that +You say that you gone, well then I'm fine with that +I will never trip, I'm never calling back +I can never fall in love with you no more +I done gave you all of that +[Chorus] +Baby, why you trippin'? I be right here for you +I be right here for you +Anything that you want, I will provide that for you +I provide that for you + +[Verse 2] +Forgi's on your whip, I'ma tryna slide on +I been tryna kick it with a rider +Baby, I be busy, I be tied up +You ain't gotta love me, just don't lie though +We gon' take them trips 'cause ain't nobody else as fly as us +Baby, we gon' let 'em have it +We go where they can't go +Pimpin', where'd my cane go? +I'm the same lil' nigga, I ain't changed though +They get salty when I pulled up in that Range Rover +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +Baby, why you trippin'? I be right here for you +I be right here for you +Anything you needin', I provide that for you +I provide that for you +You know I got ho's, I never put none 'em before you +Never put none 'em before you +Baby, you my world and I swear I adore you +And I swear I adore you +[Verse 3] +Late nights, call on the phone +You say where I'm at, I'm on the way +Two hours later you be callin' +Thought you told me you was on the way +Tell you I got caught up, I got busy +But I had another bitch with me +Still when I get it there, you gon' get it +Soon as I pull up, she gon' get it + +[Outro] +I ain't got no time for these bitches 'cause I'm on my grind +Baby, are you trippin'? I been on my grind (I'm grindin') +4PF, you digg?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Best of Me[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +Still poppin' Percocet +Drankin' lean too +Shit I gotta deal with + +[Chorus] +Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free +I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me +I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me +Ain't no facade, no cap in my raps everything that I say is the real me +I give all my problems to God +Let him handle all my enemies +I get on my knees and beg him please I just hoping that he hearin' me +I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get ahead of me +I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of me + +[Verse 1] +Remember that shoot out we had that time we thought a kid died +Only thing I know when we pulled up, everybody hopped out firin' +I remember on the way back, everybody in the car quiet +I'm just knowing everybody thinkin' we just pulled a homicide, homicide +See me on the news at the spot +Tryna see who they say got shot +I'm the first one stood up, told my brothers y'all all I got +Know if somebody seen us they gon' talk +Phone ringin' I thought it was a thottie +Thinkin' damn, "we just caught a body" +Hopin' everybody keep it solid +Fuck the nigga, I'm thinkin' bout the kid +The nigga shouldn't did what he did +I'm just glad a nigga still here for all the stupid shit that we did +Gotta be here for my kid, gotta watch my son get big +Everything I say is no lie, I'm just glad the kid didn't die +[Chorus] +Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free +I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me +I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me +Ain't no facade, no cap in my raps everything that I say is the real me +I give all my problems to God +Let him handle all my enemies +I get on my knees and beg him please I just hoping that he hearin' me +I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get ahead of me +I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of me + +[Verse 2] +All I see is young niggas on Instagram with them sticks +I never post no gun, but when it's smoke I bet I send a blitz +That bullshit that you on thinkin' cool get you a 100 years +I bet yo partner fuck yo bitch, I bet you don't hear nothin' from the clique +I ain't gon' tell you no lie, this shit'll make a grown man cry +Folks give yo ass that time, you'll never see the outside +All you do is think and wonder why +Kiss the good life goodbye +Now you gotta fight to survive, ain't no guns all you got is knives +Hear a nigga sharpen 'em at night +Young niggas gone on the ice +Grown men fucking grown men they'll never tell you that part +Buy a phone you gotta have a spot +Everyday a nigga get knocked +Search team turn to the narcs, man this shit can really get hard +[Chorus] +Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free +I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me +I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me +Ain't no facade, no cap in my raps everything that I say is the real me +I give all my problems to God +Let him handle all my enemies +I get on my knees and beg him please I just hoping that he hearin' me +I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get ahead of me +I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of me5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crush a Lot[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Chorus] +I can't fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell +Slim shit, look like Draya Michele +I been goin' crazy, givin' ’em hell +She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her +I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player +Connect the dots then I plug up the scale +If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair +Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em + +[Verse 1] +Ain't no back and forth with no bitches, this ain’t tennis +Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented +And they braggin' ’bout bitches, I promise we hit 'em +I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million +At this point I'm heartless I ain't got no feelings +Buy every building in the hood for my children +Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy +With no phone, we can make us a movie +I ain't in my bag, I still got my feet out +If we wanted smoke with y'all, you couldn't be out +Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk +I'm at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house +Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out +Five percent tint on the whip, you can't see out +Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah +These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be 'bout +[Chorus] +I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell +Slim shit, look like Draya Michele +I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell +She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her +I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player +Connect the dots then I plug up the scale +If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair +Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em + +[Verse 2] +Ain't no complaining, money coming in +Put it all up, do it all again +First you get a mil', then it's times ten +Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz +Stand up like a man, take it on the chin +They got consequences in this life of sin +Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten +When you come home, we gon' all win +Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless +He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on +Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin' +Only ride with my security because I can't be armed +Can't get caught with another gun +They gon' know me when I'm gone +They hear my pain inside my songs +It's like a switch, I cut it on +Pills kick in, gettin' in my zone +Do my job, ain't see no wrong +I'm never talkin' on them phones +Feds gon' try to do us wrong +Man, they got my nigga Long +Lately I just been alone +My cup, my strap, this microphone +Nobody know what's goin on +Just glad I made it off the road +Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble +Ever since I been on them dice +They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice +I'ma give it to them niggas every time +[Chorus] +I can't fuck with shawty, know she'll tell +Slim shit, look like Draya Michele +I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell +She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her +I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player +Connect the dots then I plug up the scale +If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair +Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Errbody[Intro] +Firin' at everybody +Firin' at everybody +(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) +Firin' at everybody + +[Chorus] +I'm firin' at everybody +Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody +All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it +Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody +Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms +Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em +Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him + +[Verse 1] +I used to pray for a plug who gon' go out the way +And come back with a lot of them bitches +I used to dream about condos when we leavin' Lenox +Now I stay on top of them bitches +I wouldn't give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion +I still wouldn't acknowledge the nigga +He put my name in a song, what the fuck is he on? +I don't care, boy, we gotta go get him +House big as fuck in the middle of nowhere +I dick her down, I don't care what my ho wear +I made Lil' Cam spin the block on a four-wheel +Nah, for real, spin the block on a four-wheel +Five million dollars, for me, that ain't no deal +I done made that times six in like three years +Off this rap shit, I can't even talk about this trap shit +I just hope they can take it, I keep me a stallion like Megan +A residency out in Vegas +Might fly to L.A. and go fuck with LeBron and the Lakers +Come back to Atlanta with Jayda +Bruh told us to take care of the neighbors and stack all the paper +Whatever we want, buy it later +I know how to shit on a hater and handle the business +Whatever God give me, I'm grateful +[Chorus] +I'm firin' at everybody +Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody +All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it +Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody +Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms +Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em +Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him + +[Verse 2] +Cartier watches for everyone 'round me +I ran it up, how the fuck could you down me? +She set for life, how the fuck could you clown her? +Bought all this water, I'm never gon' drown +I'm in the 'yo, I'm perfectin' my sound +I helped 'em out and they let me down again +I ain't comin' back around again +Fell in love and I found a friend +I done geared up the motor +My brother in prison in Polo +I jumped in the game and went loco +I put on these clothes like a hobo +That's layers of drip +I showed my ass in Phipps +You play, ya mans get killed +Said that before, but I'm dead for real +Lil' bro jumpin' 'round like his leg done healed +I ran it up off of vacuum seal +If I fall off today, I'm a legend still +Bro showed me the way, I ain't never steal +This Glock ain't no prop, it'll pop for real +I fuck with that syrup, I don't pop no pills +My young niggas turnt, they don't got no deals +I need me a billion so I can chill +I'm drivin' like I ain't got no license still +My Trackhawk move like it got nitrogen, I'm poppin' seals +[Chorus] +I'm firin' at everybody +Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody +All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it +Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody +Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms +Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em +Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him + +[Verse 3] +I paid attention and found out the recipe +I take a seat and they still won't get 'head of me +I'm on my shit, now a bitch can't get next to me +You ain't got a hundred thou', you can't have sex with me +Ain't showed the best of me yet +And ain't in nobody debt, I'm somethin' like a vet +I bought my big brother a 'Vette +My numbers so good, my label probably owe me a check +They play with Lil Baby, I swear it's gon' go down +The biggest lil' nigga that's over at Motown +Jumped off the porch and went straight kicked the door down +Flip the clip, switch the clip, then some more rounds +Rappers fake and be hatin', I don't go 'round +I took 12 on a chase, I had four ounces +Ask around, we them guys, I do no clownin' +If I can, I'ma try keep the smoke down +Once it's up, then it's stuck, it can't go down +Like to switch where I sleep, I got four houses +Every time the heat come, I make four thousand +Big done gave me the game and I ran with it +Milk the game 'til I quit, I ain't playin' with it +Could've been hit your bitch, I be sparin' niggas +Make me mad, I'ma call up them grave diggers +Bought my mom a new crib, and it's way bigger +Never been to it once, that's a great feelin' +I'ma go there when I get a chance +I lost five hundred racks before I signed a deal +Swear to God, I still got my advance +Yeah, I'm lit, I been savin' this guala up +Yeah, I hit, but she didn't get a follow-up +Ain't no reason to beef with no one about none of these women +I promise they swallow us all +[Chorus] +I'm firin' at everybody +Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody +All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it +Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody +Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms +Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em +Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Throwing Shade[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I’m getting paid +Cartier glasses they sit on my face +I ain’t throwin' shade +I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way +I stay out the way +Free all my dogs till they get out the cage +I’m having my way +Running through hundreds and millions a day +They know not to play +Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face +A mil in my safe +Everywhere I go I’m keepin' a K +I’m getting paid +Cartier glasses they sit on my face +I ain’t throwin' shade +I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +We just been balling like Odell +I got your hoe on my coattail +She in her feeling but oh well +We got em packs from wholesale +Running through thots in the hotel +Give 'em couple of hundreds for toe nails +Only time I'm in crowed, they both tell +They can say it was vacuum sealed with no smell +I was sitting in jail with no bail +I was sitting in prison getting no mail +My nigga switching up on me I don’t care +They got jack shit on him he won't tell +ZO6 Vette, ridin' the fast lane, hope I don't wreck +I'm on that red +Pourin it up with most disrespect +Forgiato on my cars now +I been fuckin 'round with the stars now +5 stars for my lineup +Give these niggas a chance but they time us +Switch the hustle, I did get the grind up +In the spot hundred dollars the lineup +I'm the big homie niggas can line us +Stickin dick in this bitch cause she fine as fuck +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I’m getting paid +Cartier glasses they sit on my face +I ain’t throwin' shade +I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way +I stay out the way +Free all my dogs till they get out the cage +I’m having my way +Running through hundreds and millions a day +They know not to play +Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face +A mil in my safe +Everywhere I go I’m keepin' a K +I’m getting paid +Cartier glasses they sit on my face +I ain’t throwin' shade +I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way + +[Verse 2: Gunna] +I can't stop the money keep calling +VVS' on my collar +'Caught a body trying to dead dock ya +The way she suck she a head doctor +Diggin in I got her legs lockin +Super trendy got Chanel stockings +I ain't never had to fantasize it +YSL we come and change the climate +Run with twenty thousand one out of Onyx +Swear the ring, the chain, watch, Avianne +I got shooters in the trunk right behind me +I got spots like a cheetah won't find me +Gunna Gunna fell in love with these diamonds +Pressure god only rocking the finest +I done told you the crew is almighty +Several time I just gotta remind you +If you my dog I gotta ride with you +I got you dog on whatever the issue +Free my dogs out of prison I miss you +Fuck the laws and whoever against you +Know the plug I don't go through the middle +Showing love it could all be so simple +I'm a giant remember I used to be little +Getting paid, I don't need no credentials +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I’m getting paid +Cartier glasses they sit on my face +I ain’t throwin' shade +I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way +I stay out the way +Free all my dogs till they get out the cage +I’m having my way +Running through hundreds and millions a day +They know not to play +Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face +A mil in my safe +Everywhere I go I’m keepin' a K +I’m getting paid +Cartier glasses they sit on my face +I ain’t throwin' shade +I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fit In[Intro] +Earl on the beat + +[Chorus] +I'm only getting in where I fit in +This is a two-seater you cannot sit in +I got a dub in the rear end +I got caught when I fucked her friend +Say I wouldn't do it and did it again +I got some dogs who want me to win +Went to the lot and bought a new Benz +I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind +I'm only getting in where I fit in +This is a two-seater you cannot sit in +I got a dub in the rear end +I got caught when I fucked her friend +Say I wouldn't do it and did it again +I got some dogs who want me to win +Went to the lot and bought a new Benz +I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind + +[Verse 1] +I had a carbon I was fifteen +We tryna steal and rob everything +I can't even talk about what I seen +I'm never telling the laws a thing +Made it out alive, can't even lie that shit was awesome nigga +Shootouts I ain't had no bullets I had to call some niggas +Lost lil Juan in the middle of the summer, that shit was awful nigga +As soon as we found out some witness who tell us who did it, we gon' off them nigga +Had to cut off a couple niggas I thought was with me, tried to cross a nigga +These niggas think they can just come and kick shit in my city, it's gon' cost them niggas +Jumped in the game and went got me some millions, no cap +I made a wave for us +Them bitches weren't fucking with me when I didn't have no money, now they can't wait to fuck +Every one of my lil buddies mama know we thuggin', that's why they pray for us +I was in the back of the Bach like Rosa Parks +Me and my dogs on Tec, a four or more +Grind every day like it ain't no tomorrow +I was just broke, ain't going back +I'ma run mines up to the max +I want the cheese, ain't fuckin' with rats +I wanna fuck her I give her a rack +If she don't give me head ain't texting her back +I'm a dog I go deep in the cat +Remember one time I ain't have jack +I had a hunnid I bought me a pack +I took the pack and went got me a bag +It started rolling and coming in fast +I had the old heads hanging back +Now I'm rich now and that's why they mad +[Chorus] +I'm only getting in where I fit in +This is a two-seater you cannot sit in +I got a dub in the rear end +I got caught when I fucked her friend +Say I wouldn't do it and did it again +I got some dogs who want me to win +Went to the lot and bought a new Benz +I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind +I'm only getting in where I fit in +This is a two-seater you cannot sit in +I got a dub in the rear end +I got caught when I fucked her friend +Say I wouldn't do it and did it again +I got some dogs who want me to win +Went to the lot and bought a new Benz +I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind + +[Verse 2] +Putting on for the hood like I'm White Boy Marco or something +Super fast car, super bad broad, everybody know a nigga getting money +Couple homies switched up on me when I blowed up now I look at them funny +I put the four on my back with no shirt on +I let the homies get bags for the low low +We sending bricks out the spot this the o-zone +I'm the man, rest in peace Shawty Lo +I take the whole gang on the road +Long way from in front of the store +They don't wanna fly they wanna hit the road +They wanna take pistols to all of my shows +We thuggin' in public wherever we go +I did some shit that don't nobody know +[Chorus] +I'm only getting in where I fit in +This is a two-seater you cannot sit in +I got a dub in the rear end +I got caught when I fucked her friend +Say I wouldn't do it and did it again +I got some dogs who want me to win +Went to the lot and bought a new Benz +I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind +I'm only getting in where I fit in +This is a two-seater you cannot sit in +I got a dub in the rear end +I got caught when I fucked her friend +Say I wouldn't do it and did it again +I got some dogs who want me to win +Went to the lot and bought a new Benz +I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Word on the Street[Intro] +We Global now + +[Verse 1] +Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out +Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out +If anything, I have more respect for you bitches +Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (Nah) +Glock-19 unfold and it spit out +Double R underneath the door when I get out +Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out +How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you still out? +Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout +Every show I get either packed or it sell out +I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out +Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out +Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on +Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song +I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone +No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone + +[Chorus] +Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate +We just fuck around, we don't date +I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate +And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date +I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in +Then I took off, I ain't have no other option +I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit +I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen +[Verse 2] +Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again +I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man +Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog +Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul +Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off +I was gettin' head, fucked around and I dozed off +Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out +Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child + +[Chorus] +Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate +We just fuck around, we don't date +I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate +And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date +I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in +Then I took off, I ain't have no other option +I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit +I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen + +[Verse 3] +Safe deposit boxes on fleek +And my bank account, I don't touch it, I'ma get it out the street +Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap +And she know I'm havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth +Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep +Kept it real and they be cappin', really you can't compete +I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef +Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT +I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play with me +Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z +Got some homies on the yard I probably'll never see +If the money was the issue I promise they'd be free +They was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast +Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece +Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street +I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet +[Chorus] +Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate +We just fuck around, we don't date +I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate +And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date +I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in +Then I took off, I ain't have no other option +I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit +I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Live Off My Closet[Intro: Lil Baby] +(Who made this beat?) +Drippin' +(Twysted Genius, baby) +Know what I'm sayin', drippin', know what I'm sayin' + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I'm a hyena, since everyone G.O.A.T.'s +Team full of shooters, pull up and they score +I got the drop on the opp, it's a go +I get two hundred racks every night for a show +I know it's a blessing +Christian Dior and Jordan 11's ('Leven) +I just hope I can dunk into Heaven (Heaven) +I just fucked on an actress for breakfast, I hope she ain't messy +I just be fuckin' bitches, I don't be textin' 'em +It ain't no in the middle, shoot the messenger +He won't let nobody get the best of him +Oh, you don't know Scotty? Take a Tesla +Plus she won't let me get it in, so I left her there +I got too many women, Baby Hefner +I let the lil' bros keep the extra +I used the baking soda, we was stretchin' 'em +Making these deals, numbers come in decimals +Or I might get bored and buy a bitch a hair salon +I'ma pay for it, bruh, ain't never have to front +I make a million dollars every other month +As soon as I get done, I'ma give her some +Not like the rest of 'em, I'm a different one +I had to shoot back, I ain't get to run +Can't let a fuck nigga take my mama's son +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats + +[Verse 2: Future] +Grippin' that rod and I'm breakin' that law (Yeah) +I got too much Givenchy in the closet (Yeah) +Count up the cash and I'm drowsy (Yeah) +And I got more oil than a Saudi (Yeah) +I don't know what made 'em doubt me (Yeah) +Made a hundred M's, shouldn't doubt me (Yeah) +I got the jeweler, the mula (Yeah) +I go to Jerusalem, they callin' me daddy (Yeah) +Pray to Young Pluto and kick it like judo (Yeah) +I'm flippin' this money the fastest (Yeah) +Bitches in love with the kid, really fuck with the kid, they gon' follow the protocol +Go out the country, smoke on the best bud, fuck on the best whores +Ain't no more regular diamonds +My shit coming with a passport +And ain't worried 'bout the card declinin' (Yeah) +I got three mil' in cash at the Waldorf (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I done went to New York to spend at Dior (Yeah) +I got the gas like BP (Pluto) +Throw the party when you see the opps, nigga +No clown shit, we send 'em six feet +I done spent millions in CC (What up?) +I done made millions with RiRi (Super) +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats + +[Outro: Lil Baby] +I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals +I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals +I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals +I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Low Down[Intro] +(Cook that shit up, Quay) + +[Verse 1] +Go to lunch in the Jewish community (Yeah) +I wouldn't tell on the bros with immunity (Nah) +Playin' victim, that shit ain't gon' ruin me +I'm the only now that outdo me +I got hoes by the group tryna do me +My life like a movie, get head in the water +Don't gotta put in no work, I send orders +This shit done got serious, them millions come plural, I'm living by morals +We swipe 'em, ain't keepin', no Dora Explorer +I'm young and I'm turnt, I got bitches galore +My baby, my whip cost two-fifty, I'm splurgin' +Got five million cash just in case of emergency +My young niggas kill, get away, they be purgin' +It happened like this, I ain't do it on purpose +I'm working my move, nigga, which one of you workin'? +I turned on my crew, bought a coupe off of verses +I'm tired of these strippers, I'm going at nurses and doctors and dentists +You started, I finished, I told you we with it +My word is like gold to my city +I tell 'em to go, they gon' get it +I heard that you froze when they hit it +Putting these hoes in the business, you know that you tripping +I tell 'em no, they gon' listen +Knowin' these niggas be sweet and some bitches, I'm different +[Chorus] +She tryna leave me, I'm low down +I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round +I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile +All of my cars get delivered with no miles +They think they do and we don't, I don't know how +Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds +I put on drip every day from the floor up +I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah + +[Verse 2] +Cullinan shot in, my driver named Solid +I keep him on point, make sure nobody follow us +I got a Glock with a shot that can stop a truck +I get the money eight ways like an octopus +No way in hell I'ma give all these choppers up +Team full of players, ain't nobody stopping us +He out of line, give a fuck, then we poppin' him +Been raisin' hell, back in school, I was popular, yeah +All of my hoes get facials, face me +Make her my bitch too much, she lazy +I was thinking prices too high, then I raised 'em +Shit in my bank account gettin' outrageous +Niggas smellin' like that, had to switch up my fragrance +And I'm sending out shots if the fouls get flagrant +Switch up my route to the house, had to change it +Still with the shit, I forget that I'm famous +[Chorus] +She tryna leave me, I'm low down +I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round +I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile +All of my cars get delivered with no miles +They think they do and we don't, I don't know how +Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds +I put on drip every day from the floor up +I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah +She tryna leave me, I'm low down +I hang with savages, don't bring your ho 'round +I'm going bougie, I'm switchin' my profile +All of my cars get delivered with no miles +They think they do and we don't, I don't know how +Run through the load, call the plug, I need more pounds +I put on drip every day from the floor up +I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up, yeah + +[Outro] +I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up +I put on drip every day from the floor up +I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up +I put on drip every day3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Ugly[Intro: Young Scooter] +ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob + +[Chorus] +It can get ugly (Huh) +Would you leave or stay like you love me? +From the bottom, all I know is the struggle +Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, bankroll gettin' bigger (Nigga) +Empire gettin' built up, givin' racks to the right nigga +I can get a pack overnight, ain't nothin' like you niggas +Sippin' syrup 'til my body numb, I ain't tryna catch no feelings +I ain't never bite no nigga +She give me brain now 'cause I'm famous +I got these chains on, gettin' tangled +I'm in the big Benz, not a Wrangler +It's still a Jeep though, it ain't cheap, ho +I'm just happy they gon' free Rico +Dodgin' stank hoes and R.I.C.O. +On a Sprinter van with them Dracos +Probably ridin' around with Starlito +I'ma bust it down with my lil' bros +Buy cars for all of my kinfolk +If the sack ever did get low +God knows it's gon' be a robbery +Why the fuck everybody callin' me? +Everybody who left took a part of me +Excuse my drip, yeah, pardon me +Show me a list of who hard as me +[Chorus] +It can get ugly (Huh) +Would you leave or stay like you love me? +From the bottom, all I know is the struggle +Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle + +[Verse 2] +Right back after tour, ain't got time for no attitude +Why I cannot lose, feel like I had to do it +I'm in my savage mood, put a lil' back into it +Treat me with gratitude, I ain't no average dude +Need my rims offset like Cardi B +This might be my hardest beat +Put the blame on Pee, he started me +Got the game from Big, he guarded me +Coach threw me in, took me out the streets +Now I get racks to rap on beats +I still know plugs with packs for cheap +Killers owe favors, they'll whack for free +Never did fraud, I got cash receipts +Lotta niggas get they swag from me +Don't tell nobody 'bout bags from me +You were not in the street, you wouldn't last a week +My bitch so bad, I pass on freaks +I'm here 'cause my granny be prayin' for me +None of these niggas ain't playin' with me +Got hitters that'll sit in that can for me, yeah +[Chorus] +It can get ugly (Huh) +Would you leave or stay like you love me? +From the bottom, all I know is the struggle +Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle, yeah8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Minute[Intro] +You dig? +You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that 4PF shit +You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that flooded Patek shit +I'm on that iced out Rollie shit, you dig? + +[Chorus] +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted + +[Verse 1] +Hellcat, no scatpack, got a demon too +Beamer truck with the frog eyes, nigga who is you? +I'm gettin' money like rap dudes +I ain't even sold a record fool +All this money on me and it's blue +Neighborhood 6-0 the crew +If I don't do shit I'ma get me a check and I swear I'ma die 'bout these riches +These bankrolls too big for these britches +I heard that these niggas be snitches +I can't fuck with none of these new bitches +They can't wait to tell a nigga's business +I'ma stay on they ass 'til I'm finished +Run it up, it only took a minute +Fake daps and the fake hugs, most of these niggas be some haters +Salt don't kill players, these bitches still need favors +I done ran this shit way up +I can hear 'em screamin', "Wait up" +Drippin' on 'em, I got flavor +Lil nigga get your weight up +[Chorus] +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted + +[Verse 2] +Percocets got me traumatized +Nigga try me it's gon' be a homicide +They gon' run and hide when it's gunfire +Nigga I ain't lettin' shit slide +They gon' patrol with me, bitch I'm a G +I'ma make 'em fear it, respect it, or check it +I'm one of the real ones, tunnel vision on the way to the millions +Keep me a check, flooded Patek +I fuck with lil shawty, I bought her a Rollie +Pussy niggas tellin' lies, they don't know me +The same niggas talkin' down probably owe me +You a big dawg and I'm a big dawg but they know their motherfuckin' difference +Pushin' pounds, LA Fitness +I got twenty killers with me +I'ma go all the way this year, put it on my son +He gon' be a don, I'ma pop it 'til I'm done +Start throwin' dubs if I run out of ones +These niggas know how we come +Short Dracos with the big old drum +Run through it fast, I'ma break my thumbs, yeah +[Chorus] +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it +I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant +Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it +All the cars came tinted +All the cars came tinted + +[Outro] +I'ma pop my shit, ain't gon' bite my tongue, I'ma rock my shoes +I'ma keep my gun, I'ma rock my jewels, I'ma keep my gun2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Friends[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I come from a different type of cloth than these niggas +I'ma buy a different type of car than these niggas +Ain't gon' fuck on none of these lil' bitches, they be hittin' +I gotta switch it up, man, I gotta move different, I'm a boss nigga +Yeah, show them youngins how to level up +Four Season hotel, sixty levels up +But I'm a resident +If you gon' do the crime, go hard, don't leave no evidence +I got 'em all on my wave 'cause it's evident +But where was y'all when I was lost, ain't know where to go? +She think I'm fly, she like my pimpin', but I can't save no ho +You only get one chance to cross me, then it's say no more +I gotta tell 'em go +I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball +I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball +And I'm still the same young hitter, used to serve y'all +Don't ever get it twisted, my youngins really flip shit +My youngins really flip shit, don't ever get it twisted +'Cause I'll really flip shit + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I don't need no friends, I just wanna win +I got this new Benz and it's all I need +She listen to her friends, they wanna get in +She don't understand that they'll slob on me +If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up, I'ma keep on stridin' +Heard they lookin' for me, I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin' +It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'cause my mama smilin' +I done finally went legit, ain't no more public housing +I gotta stay from 'round them +[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez] +I'm gon' pull up AMG like I don't know my alphabet +Youngins ain't on Instagram but they still want a blue check +If 12 go'n grab one more of my dawgs, I'ma sue the vet +I thought they all wanna see me ball, they'd rather go hide the nets +All these pointers in my watch but my Rolex ain't tellin' (Hell nah) +Know the drank the devil but when I'm on it, feel like I'm in heaven +In the hood shootin' dice, ask what it playin', we told him, "7" +Used to go to church 'til I seen MC serve the reverend +Pockets gettin' biggie, no Smalls, Faith Evans +Wonder why she don't wanna fuck when I ain't wearin' my necklace +They ain't picture me like this so I sent all them selfies +Pray you don't get caught in the mix, 'cause when we slide, it's deadly +I'ma pay her for that pussy, I won't lie, they petty +Nine hundred on jeans, we came from wearin' Moschino +When the paper comin' in, it'll drive you senile +It'll drive you crazy (It'll drive you insane) +Pray you take these lines and look back, oh, they all faded + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I don't need no friends, I just wanna win +I got this new Benz and it's all I need +She listen to her friends, they wanna get in +She don't understand that they'll slob on me +If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up, I'ma keep on stridin' +Heard they lookin' for me, I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin' +It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'cause my mama smilin' +I done finally went legit, ain't no more public housing +I gotta stay from 'round them2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dreams 2 Reality[Intro: Lil Baby] +Al Geno on the track +G just bounced back from a headshot +Trappin' by the roadblock +I only give until my legs out +Been a real nigga 'til my legs stop +Real trapper, my legs tired +Real trapper, my legs tired +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus: NoCap] +My life was hard, it just had to be (Yeah) +Watch me turn my dreams to reality (Yeah) +I'm runnin' outfield, them demons after me (Yeah) +When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily +Got a little fame, all of a sudden they change +Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name +I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate +Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this +If I had never made a hit, would they be on my dick? +I just been sittin' back and pushin' pounds, just gettin' fit +And I got a 60 on my right wrist, I'm movin' fast like lightnin' +These other rappers tryna bite me, your baby mama wanna bite me +I swear to God she triflin', I pass her on 'cause I'm righteous +I run the jungle like Tarzan, that codeine was like poison +I cut back, I feel awesome, no playoffs but I'm ballin' +Had a good day, I scored 40 and I ain't talkin' points +I close my eyes, I still have flashbacks when I was in the joint +I hit my knees, I'm thankin' God, I'm prayin' every mornin' +I check the schedule and I'm booked up, I'm finally tourin' +I'm goin' where I wanna go, doin' what I wanna do +I can screw who I wanna screw, I came from nothin', I can never lose +Turned my dreams into reality, I thought that you'd be glad for me +I can't believe that you mad at me, damn, dawg, I'm proud of you +My life was garbage, too, but I did what I 'posed to do +And I went and bought the latest coupe, told my young nigga stay in school +But he ain't listen, now he got a .45 in the kitchen with a biscuit ready to flip it +[Chorus: Lil Baby & NoCap, NoCap, & Lil Baby] +My life was hard, it just had to be (Had to be) +Watch me turn my dreams to reality (Reality) +I'm runnin' outfield, them demons after me (I feel 'em after me) +When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily (I don't do it happily) +Got little fame, all of a sudden they change +Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name +I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate +Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray + +[Verse 2: NoCap] +Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this +I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when all these angels piss +The way my nigga crossed me up, I thought his name was Chris +Don't wanna fuck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vick +Yeah, they gon' really hate me if I sign a deal +I'ma go buy a Wraith, crash it on purpose, blame it on the pills +When Lil' Joe be slidin', it be look like he headed to second base +I see the hate, it look like makeup, it's all on their face +I can't see Fred no more so I be talkin' to his headstone +Sometimes I wanna catch a body, but I put my head on +Crawford finna touch down, he in the red zone +I sure got tired of sendin' him naked pictures of my red bone +Yeah, G just bounced right back off a headshot +Yeah, I won't fuck that bitch if she ain't got no ass shots +Put them choppers on the jet, we gon' air it out +25 hundred on some trap gear, we gon weigh it out +Too much dirty money, won't put that shit in the shower +Even when lights out, boy, that money still bring power +Can't serve a lot of white, but that shit look like baby powder +Got my gun at every show, I don't care if it ain't crowded +I barely sleep, but when I do, I just be dreamin' +They know I came from the bottom like bikinis +When I can't get hold to them Percs, I be fiendin' +Why would you tell me that you love me and you don't mean it? +[Chorus: NoCap] +My life was hard, it just had to be (Yeah) +Watch me turn my dreams to reality (Yeah) +I'm runnin' outfield, them demons after me (Yeah) +When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily +Got a little fame, all of a sudden they change +Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name +I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate +Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray + +[Outro] +Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this +I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when all these angels piss +The way my nigga crossed me up, I thought his name was Chris +Don't wanna fuck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vick +Yeah, they gon' really hate me if I sign a deal +I'ma go buy a Range, crash it on purpose, blame it on the pills +When Lil' Joe be slidin', it be look like he headed to second base +I see the hate, it look like makeup, it's all on their face1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro[Intro] +Know I'm sayin'? +This that new wave shit, know what I'm sayin'? (Ya dig) +Man, this that new wave shit, ya dig? (4 Pockets Full) +Know what I'm sayin'? Watch them eat this one up (know what I'm saying?) +Okay +Free the gang + +[Verse] +I'm smoking loud this that moonrock +They tryna sue me cause I'm gettin' paper +I dropped out of school didn't get no education +My momma, she happy 'cause I finally made it +She living better, her house big as fuck +Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck +With a AP today, tomorrow switch it up +Honeycomb diamonds VVS's cuttin' +Standing on stage, I really came from nothing +I took me a break, don't mean I'm getting rusty +I'm gaining this weight they say I'm getting husky +I stand on front line I'm all about the fuckery +I go where I want, nobody better not fuck with me +Extended the glizzy shoot it 'til it's empty +I come from the projects jumping over fences +I found me a plug and went and made a killing +I think we in love we should just have some children +Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin' +I didn’t come to play I had to reinvent me +I handled my business now I'm worth some millions +Remember the safe deposit box was empty +Them niggas weren't fucking with me they weren't friendly +If you weren't with me then, you ain't seeing him with me +We like Kanye and K, you like Bobby and Whitney +Real dope boy I ain't nothing' like the weirdos +Never seen me putting on the weird clothes +It cost a lil' more when it's real gold +We already up keep the field goal +Remember that day that I had lost all that cake +I had to go in the safe +I had to get me a pot and cook that shit up +Had 'em calling me Quay +I had got that shit back in like twenty-some-days +Ain’t no chump change, I’m talkin' bout' 500k +I went straight to the lot and went bought me a wraith +Ain't no more being humble put it in they face +I won't feed in the drama I'm loving the hate +But one thing for sure, Lil Baby go crazy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boss Bitch[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] +I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all +Don't know how to play but I ball +Stacking that money up make it tall +Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost +Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss +My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off +Rocking designer I'm dripping in sauce +All of my diamonds real so they cost +You know it costs to live like this +I got a bad lil boss bitch +Too many diamonds, camera glitch +Yeah I'm shining, I'm frostbit +Ain't got to tell them they know that I'm rich +I got a sack like I run the blitz +Ice cold like I got on mitts +Ice cream I look like a lick + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I made a hunnid in two days +Neighbour trippin' cause I keep the door swangin' +I drop a mixtape today, they gon' be thinking I got me a ghostwriter +AMG on the floor like a low rider +Having rich arguments my whole problem +Running money up I don't see nobody +Buying lawyers for bro 'cause them folks got 'em +Tennis chains on fleek, I could wear a new piece every week +Me and my diamonds all on pee, point +Ask about me, I dug deep for 'em +Hit the bitch Curry, three-point +I can't hit them all so I Pikachu +I don't text 'em I just stick and move +Fresh pair of Loubs +[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] +I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all +Don't know how to play but I ball +Stacking that money up make it tall +Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost +Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss +My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off +Rocking designer I'm dripping in sauce +All of my diamonds real so they cost +You know it costs to live like this +I got a bad lil boss bitch +Too many diamonds, camera glitch +Yeah I'm shining, I'm frostbit +Ain't got to tell them they know that I'm rich +I got a sack like I run the blitz +Ice cold like I got on mitts +Ice cream I look like a lick + +[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] +Forty pointers that's a waffle cone +Ice cubes on my neck like my styrofoam +Drip, dripping like they left the shower on +Them ain't real, them diamonds are rhinestones +I'm straight I got the iron now +Too many hoes bought another phone +I apologize, AP honeycomb +Shorty walking round with like three hunnid on +Baby vanilla, my rose gold match the Gucci with rose petal +Trapper of the year I need a gold medal +You know the water make the pussy get wetter +Ooh, can't name a nigga that do it better +I got too many hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner +Different foreign bitches, I'ma put 'em together +Yeah they know I'm a trendsetter +[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] +I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all +Don't know how to play but I ball +Stacking that money up make it tall +Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost +Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss +My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off +Rocking designer I'm dripping in sauce +All of my diamonds real so they cost +You know it costs to live like this +I got a bad lil boss bitch +Too many diamonds, camera glitch +Yeah I'm shining, I'm frostbit +Ain't got to tell them they know that I'm rich +I got a sack like I run the blitz +Ice cold like I got on mitts +Ice cream I look like a lick6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Same Thing[Intro: Lil Juice] +(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) + +[Verse 1] +I been the type of guy she like since middle school +Never thought that I'd get famous, always know that I'd be cool +Could've been fucked on shawty, I just didn't wanna be rude +Eliantte diamonds, I want the finest for your jewels +And my hitter 'dem be slidin', don't put cameras on my crew +I ain't doin' too bad, I'm somebody, you can Google me +I ain't never worried 'bout what they say that they gon' to do me +I just put in overtime, I'm doin' numbers like it's two of me +That was back then, times change, this a newer me +Money conversations at the table, I speak fluently +Stay away from bad vibes, I can't see no nigga doing me +Still give a couple thousand, even though she would of did it free +They don't treat me like no rapper 'cause my vibe like I'm in the streets +I'm one of the top five, it ain't too many guys as real as me +I barely get sleep, I'm tryna make sure everybody eats +Took a trip to overseas, I'm buyin' drip in other currencies +I'm on fire right now, and it ain't somethin' that's just currently +And a bitch told a lie if she told you she was curvin' me +And we all big dawgs, ain't gon' let my people work for me +911, we got a problem, it's an emergency, yeah + +[Chorus] +I heard that crime pays (Uh) +They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane +No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing +Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain +Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing +I heard that crime pays +They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane +No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing +Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain +Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing +[Verse 2] +Lately, I been diggin' your vibe +I can tell by the look in your eyes +That you need to get some shit off your mind +I give you my time, give you jets in the sky +Have you runnin' 'round in laps for me +I perform, when I'm done, you should clap for me +You got problems on your head, you can chat with me +Have you runnin' around the globe chasing racks with me +M's in plastic, sometimes I'm sarcastic +I just like to hear laughter, tryna ease all this pain +Took off fast, I know they hate how I passed 'em +Don't gotta be in the grave, they throwin' dirt on your name, yeah + +[Chorus] +I heard that crime pays, uh +They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane +No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing +Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain +Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing +I heard that crime pays +They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane +No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing +Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain +Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bank[Intro] +(Run that back, Turbo) + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank +I drank this shit by the pint +If we leave then we fucking tonight +Jeans expensive they fitting me tight +I can't do this the rest of my life +Free the bros down the road doing life +Trying to sleep every night with a knife +Know it's hard but you gotta survive +Man they got twenty deep on the flight +Going wherever we like +You can go with us too if you like +I'm on top and I'm hot it feel nice +Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice +Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights +In the clouds, we balling like Mike, yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Soon as I get my money I'm gon' blow it +Fuck that, I'ma take mine and put it up +I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hitting me up +They trying to get on the plane today and come eat me up +She had the firest brain that I ever had +I gave her everything that I never had +I'm going next level on some more shit +These niggas dead broke on some hoe shit +Running that money up 'til I get tired +He said I wouldn't make it he lied +The codeine be all in my eyes +I'm doing that shit for the guys +She looked at my side like 'Who is that guy?' +That's my lil' brother G5 +They call him Stephen, I call him Curry +That nigga shoot out your eye +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank +I drank this shit by the pint +If we leave then we fucking tonight +Jeans expensive they fitting me tight +I can't do this the rest of my life +Free the bros down the road doing life +Trying to sleep every night with a knife +Know it's hard but you gotta survive +Man they got twenty deep on the flight +Going wherever we like +You can go with us too if you like +I'm on top and I'm hot it feel nice +Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice +Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights +In the clouds we balling like Mike (yeh) + +[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo] +Residue on me I'm fresh out the trap (Bando) +I gotta dust off my lap +I keep the ratchet like baps +Hundred round shots in the scrap +I'm on their face like a slap +You think you know me you jap (Lingo) +I hit your bitch you was wide open +I'm in her stomach like cramps +(Yeah, what'd you do? How'd you do it?) +Soon as I got my money I ran through it +(I fucked up some commas) +I couldn't believe I saved some, I thought I blew it +(I thought it was all gone) +I just downed a whole pint, I'm under the influence +Then I popped an Adderall to give me endurance +I'm up I cannot get tired, your bitch on molly, she wired +Tossed her with Moneybagg Myers +Plenty chains, clang clang, 50k plain Jane +Go get some money quit saying you can't +They thought I was born in the vault of the bank +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank +I drank this shit by the pint +If we leave then we fucking tonight +Jeans expensive they fitting me tight +I can't do this the rest of my life +Free the bros down the road doing life +Trying to sleep every night with a knife +Know it's hard but you gotta survive +Man they got twenty deep on the flight +Going wherever we like +You can go with us too if you like +I'm on top and I'm hot it feel nice +Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice +Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights +In the clouds we balling like Mike (yeh)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Exotic[Intro: Lil Baby] +Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up +If 12 get behind me, I'ma smash it +That Z06 so fast, hope I don't crash it +Need another load, I sold my last brick + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah +They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah +Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her +Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah +I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah +Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah +Forty pointers in my necklace +Fuck her and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast, yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I'm buildin' shit up like Tetris, yeah +I get the money invested, yeah +I get the pack from the West End, yeah +I send a pack to the West End, yeah +It's drippin', it's rare, you can't catch it, yeah +Servin' raw and fuck the Alphabet Boys +Quarter million, bought a couple of toys +Neighbors trippin', Demon make too much noise +Fifty racks every week off of shows +Movin' cautious like I'm still on parole +I can't fuck with bitches who be doin' the most +Screamin' fuck the system 'til they free all the bros +Shoot a thousand, bet a thousand a roll +If it ain't a thousand, man, that shit ain't no load +Country boys say they lovin' the road +You know me, I'm tryna serve 'em they dope +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah +They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah +Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her +Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah +I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah +Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah +Forty pointers in my necklace +Fuck her and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast + +[Verse 2: Starlito] +Ridin' around with cuz, he got the L's for the straps +Three cell phones in my lap +I'm well known in the trap +Yeah, you know me, yeah, I used to sell your homies a set +Tell my hoes to relax +These niggas police, that's facts +Shots fired, I fleet in a foreign +Do he got a warrant? +My lawyer gon' see you in the morning, Lito ain't goin' +He got that heater when he be performin' +It's a 4 in that liter he pourin' +Baby nem sip like I used to +Love to shoot dice and I do too +Play with my life, I'ma shoot you +I'm way outta town with a pack in a rental +When I ain't rappin', they send 'em +Grindin' up half of a chicken +They catchin' cases, it's all gon' half from a twinner, midget +I rap what I'm livin' +Last whip, I wrecked it and I left it +Fuck it, I'm still livin' reckless +Told my lil' bitch that she selfish +Call up your bestie, I'm tired of fuckin' you separate +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah +They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah +Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her +Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah +I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah +Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah +Forty pointers in my necklace +Fuck her and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +Four Pockets Full yeah, Four Pockets Full yeah +Four Pockets Full yeah, Four Pockets Full yeah + +[Chorus] +Faded, I'm on that sizzurp +Then I'ma light my spliff up +I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups +On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up +I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up +Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up +No deer but a nigga got big bucks +Stayed down on my grind and I came up + +[Verse 1] +Bitch I don't milly rock, I get the money +I got two bitches with me tryna jump me +Remember them old heads wouldn't front me +I'm shittin' on 'em, got 'em holdin' they stomach +That paper on me, gettin' it in by the bundle +The things they dream about a nigga done done it +Them bitches was stiff on the kid, they was frontin' +Now I'm stickin' dick all in they stomach +Drip season nigga, shout out to Gunna +No pussy in me but they know how I'm comin' +Drop a bag and he'll be dead in the morning +Headshots, I ain't sending no warnings +We don't shoot at houses, we hit a target +They know I'm throwed off, they see I'm a target +No back and forth, we ain't doin' no walkin' +I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin' +[Chorus] +Faded, I'm on that sizzurp +Then I'ma light my spliff up +I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups +On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up +I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up +Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up +No deer but a nigga got big bucks +Stayed down on my grind and I came up + +[Verse 2] +Came up on them niggas, didn't it +Hundred racks on me, I'ma spend it +This ain't Lacoste, nigga this Givenchy +Thousand pounds, me and Ced split it +Free Lil Steve, screamin' fuck the system +Dog I ain't know that was your sister +If I knew I still woulda hit her +Goin' crazy on them niggas, woah +Got the streets in a figure four +Your baby mama got a deep throat +I ain't kiddin', I don't tell jokes +Who want beef, I want all the smoke +I'm ballin' on these niggas, check the score +Flexin' on the Gram with your bro +Your bitch told me everything I know +Diss me nigga, you gon' get exposed +[Chorus] +Faded, I'm on that sizzurp +Then I'ma light my spliff up +I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups +On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up +I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up +Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up +No deer but a nigga got big bucks +Stayed down on my grind and I came up + +[Outro] +Came up, came up on them niggas +I got digits, I got commas, I got figures +We got sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs +We ain't goin' for that2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Straight[Intro] +Yeah +Cook that shit up, Quay +I look up, I see I got bout seven rides in the streets +Know what I'm saying? +Living life to the fullest, you know what I'm saying? + +[Chorus] +Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight) +I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play +I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit +So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit +Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb +I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal, do you want some? +Same ones tryin' run with the clique +Be the same ones that throwing salt on the clique +Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gon' say shit + +[Verse 1] +I asked you about it, you lied +You asked me about it, I kept it one hundred, I'm nothin' like these other guys +I really spent two thousand on kicks and only wear 'em one time +Something about a nigga mind frame +Diamonds doing jumpin'-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change +Two hundred hoes in my call log and I ain't got not a name saved +Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I got her rockin' name brand +Me and Ced had two different spots, we usually around the corner doin' the same thing +Everywhere I go my chains hang, free the bros out the chain gang +New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty +I don't even sleep when I get tired, you can see the Adderall in my eyes +Tiger said he got the drop on the opps +Fuck it slide and shoot up the block +Niggas know how we come through +G5 out the sunroof +[Chorus] +Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight) +I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play +I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit +So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit +Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb +I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal, do you want some? +Same ones tryin' run with the clique +Be the same ones that throwing salt on the clique +Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gon' say shit + +[Verse 2] +We use trap out my mom house, turn the condo to a hideout +We can't be fuckin' at my house, niggas be runnin' they damn mouth +Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no fun in no drive-by +I'm cool on the love and the high-fives +You niggas can't keep up with my guys +You can't get all this drip in a lifetime +I got out and ran it up at the right time +We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime +We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign +Went to Wafi, I told 'em I want to shine +Then the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down +I'm running this town, everything I say facts niggas can't take that +New Lamborghini 18' +Only thing I do is make cream, I don't why these niggas hating +Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana +I just keep on buying all these Fantas +I don't want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks +[Chorus] +Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight) +I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play +I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit +So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit +Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb +I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal, do you want some? +Same ones tryin' run with the clique +Be the same ones that throwing salt on the clique +Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gon' say shit5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Drip[Chorus] +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches + +[Verse 1] +Plug talk, I can put you on +Hundred bags of gas, get 'em gone +Made a couple digits off a phone +Diss me, I won't put you in a song +All my youngins put in work +They gon' put you on a shirt +The last nigga got murked +I prayed about it at church +All I think about is drinkin' syrup +I been gettin' faded, poppin' percs +All my diamonds water, you can surf +Porsche 911, it's a vert +Oh they doin' that, I did it first +Fuck you give me ten for a verse +Nightmares, I'm gon' be the worst +All my problems put 'em in a hearse +Fuck her good, buy that bitch a purse +Eat the pussy, blame it on the perc +Nigga you was rappin', you a jerk +I was really trappin', nigga servin' +Quarter million, put it in the air +Grover called me, told me that it's there +Rich nigga rockin' Moncler +Change of plans, I ain't playin' fair +[Chorus] +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches + +[Verse 2] +Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy +I rock Givenchy, I do this shit for a living +The narcs in the hood, they been trippin' +All in my business, so all my rental cars tinted +Boy I ain't been broke in a minute, I swear I been gettin' it +Still sendin' packs to the prison +Run the money all the way up, wonderful feeling +Bust down Rollies came from scratch +Catch a nigga slipping, do him bad +Take a nigga's shit, won't give it back +Half a bag, get a nigga whacked +Wreck the Masi, go and get a Jag +Hellcat goin' real fast +Fuck 12, I ain't goin' back +Do it for the shit I never had +Niggas droppin' salt 'cause they mad +They don't wanna see me with a bag +A lot of times I just wanna spazz +But I fall back and just laugh +I won't let you trick me out my spot +Niggas having pressure 'bout a thot +These bitches lovin' the crew +We take 'em down by the two +[Chorus] +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +Look at my drip, my drip, my swag +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches +I came from rags to riches +I fuck the baddest bitches3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Consistent[Intro] +(Cook that shit up, Quay) + +[Verse 1] +This ain't the vibe that I need +Stop the beat, G5 free +I be spendin' racks in these jeans +I'm too real, fuck is y'all mean? +I ain't have to sell you no dream +I said what it was, you didn't believe me +You be the cake and I be the cream +Now I look up and then she was leaving +I'm on the way, cannot be late +Speedin' through traffic like I'm in a race +I wanted it now, she want me to wait +I'm one of a kind, so you gotta taste it +Granddad died, knew I would make it +I'm a real one, you can't fake that +Most of my niggas still be takin' +I got rich, this shit still don't faze me +You only get one call, I can't chase 'em +Might take one shot, a lil' chaser +Stayin' up now for us to fuck later +Mama used to tell me times would get greater +Cartier diamonds blockin' these haters +Dior drip, shit gettin' tapered +I just spent a Bentley truck with lil' Tatum +Favor for favor, nigga, I don't pay them +Get off my dick, nigga, we don't play them, yeah +Look like it, we don't stay here +Makin' half a million dollar plays, juggs +Still chunkin' up neighborhoods +Grass cut, sure the neighbors good +My partner's mama know I'm really hustlin' +If the spot hot, we invade houses +We got kicked out, go in they house, yeah +[Pre-Chorus] +It was hot and it was dark and I had thought of ending it all +Then the sun had came out and I looked up and I seen God +Ain't gon' lie like it was easy, it's the truth, this shit been hard +I done finally got an award, yeah + +[Chorus] +Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) +Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please) +At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') +Never off, be consistent (Huh) +Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) +Handle the business, don't mention +I ain't even have a pot to piss in +Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid +Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) +Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please) +At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') +Never off, be consistent (Huh) +Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) +Handle the business, don't mention +I ain't even have a pot to piss in +Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid + +[Verse 2] +My cars come with stars and kits +None of my kids gon' starve for shit +You weren't even here when I started this +All the drugs I sold, all the shit I took +I done seen so much, I can write a book +Ain't stuntin' that ho, I can buy that look +Clothes off, how your body look? +I been 'bout business, I'm still a crook +I get in my mode, they all be shook +Said that's your bro, y'all all get pushed +You was in the house on punishment +I was in the hood sellin' strong ass kush +Your cuz came through with that Reggie Bush +Give me style and credit for all his looks +Sold-out shows in the DMV +Now Shaquille O'Neal can't lil' boy me +[Pre-Chorus] +Had some dirt off in my diamonds, had to brush it off +I was 'posed to be somewhere workin', I'm somewhere fuckin' off +I get checks in by the contract like I'm playin' ball +I been hanging 'round some millionaires, it's safe to say it's rubbin' off + +[Chorus] +Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) +Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please) +At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') +Never off, be consistent (Huh) +Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) +Handle the business, don't mention +I ain't even have a pot to piss in +Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid +Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) +Tired of my ho, new bitch me (Please) +At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') +Never off, be consistent (Huh) +Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) +Handle the business, don't mention +I ain't even have a pot to piss in +Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Solid[Intro] +Mmm +Mmm-mmm +Yeah, fuck it, let me pop my shit one time + +[Chorus] +Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah) +I done been too solid, something got to give (Yeah, yeah) +Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal +Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill +They thought it was rap cap and I told ’em that I got a mil' +You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal +My lil’ woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill +And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills + +[Verse 1] +One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky +I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance +Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat +Damn near fucked my life gamblin', bet it all on ten-to-four +Rap get slow, I'm sellin' loads, can't get caught with no skinny ho +Can’t get caught with no ho at all, bitch, don’t slam my door that hard +I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon' shop, she hold my card +Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin’ off +If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short +I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try +Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, nigga, you'll die +Comin’ from the bricks, I ain't had shit, now the new Coupe 125 +Yeah +[Chorus] +Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah) +I done been too solid, something got to give (Ah, ah) +Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal +Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill +Yeah + +[Verse 2] +Do it for my family, my fans, fuck how niggas feel +Told 'em it was my turn, I'm guessing that time's here +Skeleton my Cartier, makin' sure my time pure +If you were not here when we was thuggin', you can't come 'round here +Hard work, my grind real, I'm dedicated to get this paper +He okay, he's been a hater, I don't know why he mad at me +I won't let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me +He better be lucky that I ain't out here just bad rappin' +High speed, gettin' in low gear, streets taught me have no fear +I invested in the West, their niggas know I've sold my dope there +Pretty pussy, no hair, she don't like when I put it in my song +So I can't go there, but she know I like to go there + +[Chorus] +Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah) +I done been too solid, something got to give (Yeah, yeah) +Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal +Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill +They thought it was rap cap and I told 'em that I got a mil' +You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal +My lil' woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill +And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills +[Outro] +What's happenin', Chi Chi?3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ride My Wave[Intro] +Run that money counter baby + +[Chorus] +Last night I didn't come home, my bitch probably think I was cheating +She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low +Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit +Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich + + +[Verse 1] +They tryna ride my wave, I had to switch it up +They tryna ride in my lane, I had to buck a left +I had to cut off my feet to save myself +Stayed down and went and raised my wealth +We was waitin' on the mailman, we had to track it, he had the package +Soon as we get it the pack in, 30 minutes later racks in +Thousand dollar belt for my pants +Ridin' round beating I'm the man +I can get them bags on demand +Count the money fast with my hands +Shooters they gon' shoot on my command +Got these bands dawg +Hope out and go get it forreal, I went and got it forreal +They tryna tell me to chill, this just the way that I live +I be on syrup forreal, I just keep buyin' these seals +I know I'm never gon' squeal, give a damn how they feel +Baby Jace, sitting next to me on the roads to riches +Lil Dee, sittin' next to me on the road to riches +DT ridin' shotgun on the road to riches +They tryna ride my wave, they tryna ride my wave +[Chorus] +Last night I didn't come home my bitch probably think I was cheating +She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low +Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit +Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich +Last night I didn't come home my bitch probably think I was cheating +She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low +Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit +Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich + + +[Verse 2] +I just got a call from my dawg he just came home +Told me that he got out on his dick so I'ma put him on +Couple niggas talkin' flaw, they all sing the same songs +Get a nigga left on the yard for a cellphone +I got some young niggas ready to crash out +I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot +And I'ma hold it down for the havenots +I still remember times I ain't have nothing +I ain't no greedy nigga you can have some +All of my niggas eatin' go and ask 'em +They don't want no smoke they got asthma +Bitch I'm a street nigga I ain't no rapper +They should put me on a runway, drippin' like a sundae +Make yo bitch see how this dick taste, a million off a mixtape +Niggas hate but I just dictate +I control the shots +Boy I control the block +Boy I control that rock +You gon' need a way bigger surfboard +Got allot of money but I want more +Go and get that paper ain't have no choice +My son gon' be a boss cause he's my first born +[Chorus] +Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheating +She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low +Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit +Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich +Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheating +She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low +Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit +Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers richEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Right Now[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I can't wait around for nobody, I need it right now +I might buy that car if it make the right sound +Solitaire earrings bling blingin' from a mile away +I can't do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away +I think my past tryna haunt me (Haunt me) +What do everybody want from me? +What do everybody want from me? +What do everybody want from me? (From me) +I gotta give it to 'em, if I don't +I might go to the hood, I'll make a song +Turn the trap spot to the studio + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I'm tryna make a way for my folks +Seein' how I'm Oakland City only hope +I gotta get it, I ain't got time to play +Ain't got no time to waste +I've been havin' nightmares about goin' back to jail, so I wake up +Drankin' all this lean, poppin' Adderall so I can stay up +Niggas that I used to love actin' like they're mad 'cause I got my cake up +Ain't gon' never let it get to a nigga, keep on grindin', tryna get another million +Condo on Peachtree, I paid the rent for the closet +They just wanna talk about my past, they don't wanna accept the fact that I'm a boss +Everything I wanted, I'ma go and get it, I ain't trippin' 'bout a cost, yeah +Everybody want a piece of the winnings, they're never there when you're lost +Seen my main man try to cross me, I'm tryna pass it down to my offspring +All these hoes see me flossing, seen my first mil', felt awesome +They can't follow me, I lost 'em +Had to boss up, so I bossed up +Now I'm bossed up +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I can't wait around for nobody, I need it right now +I might buy that car if it make the right sound +Solitaire earrings bling blingin' from a mile away +I can't do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away +I think my past tryna haunt me (Haunt me) +What do everybody want from me? +What do everybody want from me? +What do everybody want from me? (From me) +I gotta give it to 'em, if I don't +I might go to the hood, I'll make a song +Turn the trap spot to the studio + +[Verse 2: Young Thug] +She gotta be piped up to feel my emphasis +She hot, yeah, she sizzlin' +But can't love her more than a studio +Serena and Venus, yeah most of my chains tennis +So I wore it all to the studio (Studio) +My baby mama got pregnant, had to buy a bitch a car to get an abortion +She just wanna see tears and sad faces on my shorty +But I can't get mad, that's the way it go when you're fortunate +Leave a million cash in the street, nigga better not touch it (On God) +Act like they came to lay hands so their trust don't get busted (No cap) +Straight from Mossberg to Hillsborough +Birds, bless the J's on that cizzurb +Ridin' in the Lambo that the lil' kids say "Bingo" to +My last two years were the worst ones in my career, but I'm still rich as you +Disneyland's where your kids go, on a private jet when I'm into you (When I'm into you) +Them lil' bitches that be hatin' need to pipe down (Pipe down) +[Chorus: Lil Baby with Young Thug] +I can't wait around for nobody, I need it right now +I might buy that car if it make the right sound +Solitaire earrings bling blingin' from a mile away +I can't do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away +I think my past tryna haunt me (Haunt me) +What do everybody want from me? +What do everybody want from me? +What do everybody want from me? (From me) +I gotta give it to 'em, if I don't +I might go to the hood, I'll make a song +Turn the trap spot to the studio4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trap Star[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +I'ma keep going +I'ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing +I'ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing +Yeah + +[Chorus] +They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk +2018, it came with auto-park +Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars +Never leave my niggas, I love all of y'all +Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar +Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt +I didn't have a car, I used to walk far +Now I'm standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar + +[Verse 1] +Whole milly in my safe, could've went and bought a Wraith +I decided I should wait, movin' niggas out the way +Free Tay-K, I beat the case +Got a bank account with Chase +Half a million in my safe +Swear I'm on my way +Screamin' free Kevin Gates +I go and get it by any means +Rockin' red bottoms with Amiri jeans +Pop a percocet, take a sip of lean +I bought real diamonds for the whole team +I been gettin' money since thirteen +I been grinding hard, stayin' lowkey +Sellin' whole bags of the OG +Get you knocked off for a low fee +Diamonds hittin' hard, no lights needed +Run it up fast like light speed +Runnin' up the cost in a white tee +I don't go on dates, we fuckin' right now +Make 'em treat me like a king, I got 'em bowing down +[Chorus] +They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk +2018, it came with auto-park +Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars +Never leave my niggas, I love all of y'all +Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar +Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt +I didn't have a car, I used to walk far +Now I'm standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar + +[Verse 2] +Rockstar status me +My last bitch abandoned me +We could've had a family +That shit made a man of me +I got niggas mad at me +Niggas I ain't never seen +I don't drink green lean +I fell in love with codeine +Jumpin' on the stage, look at the crowd, I got 'em goin' wild +Only rock the latest, they all on me, checkin' out my style +Chain gang, sittin' in the cell I had my first child +Mama tried to keep me in the house but I was runnin' wild +Sellin' nicks and dimes to the fiends at the West End Mall +Come through in a brand new Hellcat, I had 'em hatin' hard +You ain't got no haters you ain't poppin', keep 'em on they job +Came up in the trenches with them hustlers, I ain't have no job +[Chorus] +They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk +2018, it came with auto-park +Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars +Never leave my niggas , I love all of y'all +Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar +Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt +I didn't have a car, I used to walk far +Now I'm standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar + +[Outro] +Standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar +Standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar +Standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar +I don't go on dates, we fuckin' right now +Bitch never forget that I'm a trap star +I'm a trap star +I'm a trap star +I'm a trap starEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hurtin[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +What's the chances that you'd make it from the bottom? +Let's go + +[Verse 1] +Gotta beat the odds, I'm tryna blend in (Blend) +Hit that boy so many times, he made CNN +Fear of God pants, I don't fear men +Pull up in an old-school, the fifty in the rear end, big dawg +Takin' chances, gettin' packs, and tryna get 'em back +I watched the law take my bro, I'm tryna get him back +I pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whacked +Ain't gettin' into that, I try to tell 'em facts + +[Chorus] +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And you really come from sleepin' out the projects +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And your two main men catch a body + +[Verse 2] +I got it the worstest, I ain't have to rehearse this +Made me who I am, I'm gettin' bands, I'm breakin' curses +Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets for curtains +Excuse me as I go off, have flashbacks in my verses, I'm tellin' you +I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em +Beefin' with my partners, do a nigga like I never knew him +Fucked around and seen her with a nigga, I woulda never knew it +Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do, but I don't ever do it, yeah +Beefin' with myself +Keep pourin' that syrup up, knowin' it don't help (No) +It's like I got money to please everybody else +They act like they with you, but I'm knowin' they don't care +They in it for self (Yeah), I got it for sale if it's rollin' (Rollin') +I got out of jail and I showed 'em (Showed 'em) +Couple bitches know they wish they would've held it down +It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down +[Chorus] +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And you really come from sleepin' out the projects +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And your two main men catch a body + +[Verse 3] +I gotta stay solid +I grew up 'round dope boys, I don't need no stylist +I got grown man money, can't be actin' childish (No childish) +I've been through too much shit, barely even smile (Huh?) +Sippin' on this red, I wish bro was with me now (Now) +It was time that we'll go broke, we'll pick a play and take 'em down +Kick me when I'm down, when I get up, I'll prolly shit on you +I can't even lie, I'll prolly see 'em, I just spit on them +These pieces I got lit on me, this piece I got gon' hit on men +I ain't ever did no fraud, but I'm known for pullin' cards +Ask about me in my neighborhood, I'm known for goin' hard +I've been bustin' on that glizzy ever since I had got robbed (Bah-bah, bah-bah) +I done really beat the odds + +[Chorus] +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And you really come from sleepin' out the projects +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And your two main men catch a body +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And you really come from sleepin' out the projects +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And your two main men catch a body +[Outro] +I got it the worstest2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Chastised[Intro] +Al Geno on the track +Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches +Let a nigga know if it’s smoke + +[Verse 1] +I was sittin' in jail, I was in penitentiary +I done seen the gangsta niggas turn bitches +I'ma answer calls, I don’t like bitches +She'll still pull up on a nigga and kick it +I ain't gon' lie, we talked about this +I always knew that I would be rich +Shawty, she cry like I'm buyin' tears +She done kept it gangsta all these years +Used to write the bitch, she ain't write back +Now I'm on top, she don’t like that +I don’t think about it, had to let 'em know that +She can die tomorrow, I prolly wouldn’t notice +Try to hold me down, I gotta stay focused +Go and get the money, bust the safe open +Stay away from broads, I gotta stay low +Rest in peace my dawg, he got a halo (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Play with me, you gon' get chastised +Free the bros down the road doin' real time +All the homies, they call it the red line +He gon' only pull up when they say it’s time +Play with me, you gon' get chastised +Free the bros down the road doin' real time +All the homies, they call it the red line +He gon' only pull up when they say it's time +[Verse 2] +Ain't got no patience for bullshit +I kill 'em all dead, ain't gone play with nobody +Lil' homie thuggin', he 13 +Like a slim bitch, he just want him a body +No one went to the league, but we all ball +Make sure everyone eat, I don't ball hog +Swear it's somethin' 'bout the hood that make my heart beat +Do a show and fly right back to spark street +Been dead broke, that's what scarred me +Watchin' niggas hustle, that's what taught me +They was tryna leave me by the garbage +Now they callin', "Meet me, I'm a target" +Do it for 'em, make 'em feel important +Knowin' damn well I should've ignored it +I buy what I want, I can afford it +Lot of money, I want more of it + +[Chorus] +Play with me, you gon' get chastised +Free the bros down the road doin' real time +All the homies, they call it the red line +He gon' only pull up when they say it's time +Play with me, you gon' get chastised +Free the bros down the road doin' real time +All the homies, they call it the red line +He gon' only pull up when they say it's time4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Can’t Explain[Intro] +(Cook that shit up, Quay) +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +Yeah + +[Verse 1] +Clothes busted, nose dusty, watch the older bros hustlin' +Started off wrong, but you couldn't tell me I ain't know nothin' +All I ever want was to put on and give my folks somethin' +Knockin' on my sister window, comin' in at 4 somethin' +Mama trippin' 'bout the way I'm livin' and how my hoes comin' (In and out) +Caught the next-door neighbor slippin', we slimed him, left his nose runnin' (In his house) +Knowin' I can't lie, so when she asked me, I make no comment +Terrorizin', thuggin', doin' dumb shit, makin' no money +It was time for me to go up, got a pack and made it blow up +Went into that corner store until I got it all +Know I skipped a couple parts, but I can't never tell 'em all +But the moral of the story, I got it all out the mud +The way karma make me feel, I swear I think I'm in love +Been fuckin' strippers since I was lil', fell in love with the club +Bruh gave me everything I need, knew what to say to the plug +I got my hands on a few mil', but shit, it still ain't enough +It's like my life is like a dream, but I'm still here when I wake +I'm gon' get everything I need, I'll do whatever it take +I caught a case, ran, got away, I should've jumped in the lake +I thought about it the other day when I slid through in the Wraith +[Chorus] +Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game +Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain +Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game +Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain +Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain + +[Verse 2] +Bad bitch, we both young +They say that I'm cheatin' and we both dumb +But Baby got her wrist hittin', both arms +G-Wagen and Range Rover, both of 'em +If we love forever, you get new homes +I just wish that other **** could move on +She proud to be rockin' that new two-tone +My life goin' good, why would I do wrong? +I'm livin' my best just like Lil Duval +I didn't get the message, and it's screw y'all +I don't want no issues, can't be beefin' with my family +I don't want no problems, just make sure my kids can count and read +And it ain't no pressure 'bout the money, I won't even see it +It's bigger, it's the principle, I hope one day that you can see +We got a whole seed to raise, it's bigger than you and me +How I'm not gon' do that? I spend millions on my jewelry +The only reason I'm mentionin' it is 'cause I'm tired of this foolery +I'm just emptying my thoughts, I can't keep 'em in a box +Ain't no hard feelings at all, I want everyone to ball +[Chorus] +Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game +Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain +Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game +Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain +Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain + +[Outro] +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +I said I don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Realist in It[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Realest (Realest), in it (In it) +I was on the block because I was suspended +Niggas, bitches (Bitches) +I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended +G550, this is not a rental +New AP, limited edition +Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols +I done went legit, I still can go and get 'em + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Hold up, Baby (Baby) +You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it? +I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation +I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper +Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit +See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit? +They know I would pay for them to get a facelift +Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement +Opps talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam +Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one +When it's time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song +Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on +Every rapper on the come-up send a song for me to get on +Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on +Ten thousand dollar outfit, I got this shit on +DM-in' my ho, another nigga I'ma shit on +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane] +Realest (Realest), in it (In it) +I was on the block because I was suspended +Niggas, bitches (Bitches) +I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended +G550, this is not a rental +New AP, limited edition +Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols +I done went legit, I still can go and get 'em (Wop) + +[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] +Gucci cuttin' up, Tom Ford button-up (Huh) +Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up (Damn) +Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade (Huh?) +Got the blocks any day, yeah, them Dikembes (Blockies) +Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday (Up) +Samurai, choppin' up work like a sensei (Wop) +Keyser Söze, vibe out like Coldplay +They don't really know no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (No) +Trappin' out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (Huh) +Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you okay? (Wow) +Junkies in the hood singin' like the O'Jays +Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray (Damn) +Drop the top off the Rolls like a toupée +Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe (Uh) +Castro, but now in the new day +Shoot him in the head, I ain't never like him, no way +Billie Jean, bitch, I'm tryna see your whole team +He think he slick so I shot him in the doorway (Huh) +Another murder, boy, I'm known for duckin' murder charge +Double murder, tried to pin it on me like I'm OJ (Wow) +Quadruple-cross him like a nigga owe me +Cold-hearted like I never had a vertebrae (It's Gucci) +Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway +4 Pockets Full, whippin' up a four-way (Skrrt) +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Realest (Realest), in it (In it) +I was on the block because I was suspended +Niggas, bitches (Bitches) +I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended +G550, this is not a rental +New AP, limited edition +Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols +I done went legit, I still can go and get 'em + +[Verse 3: Offset] +Engine in the rear, put a million in the front (Rear) +What the fuck is fear? Chopper eat you like it's lunch (Fear) +Fourth and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt (Long) +Lookin' at the thottie body, this ho is a runt (Thottie) +Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas start to run? (Wait) +Wait, these bitches wanna come fuck with a don? (Woo) +Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I relate (Relate) +You hate, I did the race, Tay-K (Skrrt) +Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the vase (Meech) +Practice what I preach, money on the daily (Practice what I) +She not NeNe but she leaks oh so crazy (She not NeNe) +Niggas plottin' and I peep with a lazy (What I peep) +Push the money out, I'm in labor (Woo) +She tryna fuck me for some clout, hurt my baby (Clout) +I got money stashed somewhere in my acres (Stash) +My left wrist sad 'cause my right glacier +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Offset] +Realest (Hey), in it (In it) +I was on the block because I was suspended +Niggas, bitches (Bitches) +I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended +G550, this is not a rental +New AP, limited edition +Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols +I done went legit, I still can go and get 'em2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +This Week[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Chorus] +Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) +Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't) +I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) +Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week +Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet) +Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep) +Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep) +All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet +We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable +Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors +Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah +I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton +Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this +I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous + +[Verse 1] +I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch +New G-Wagon, '18, no tints +Can't keep up with the money I spent +I don't keep count, I just know that I'm gettin' it +I be hearin' rumors they gon' take my chain +I ain't really trippin' if a young nigga get it +Hope you got insurance, nigga, you gon' die with it +Breaking news, guarantee we make a nigga feel it +We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable +Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors +We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors +I never went for extortion, you can't pay a nigga to tell you I paid him +Shout out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah +Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah +I had to upgrade my living, yeah +Took me some time, but I did it, yeah +I'm balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah +Label me one of the real ones, yeah +I see 'em shootin' shots +Any one of 'em hit me, we killin' 'em dead +[Chorus] +Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) +Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't) +I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) +Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week +Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet) +Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep) +Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep) +All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet +We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable +Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors +Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah +I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton +Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this +I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous + +[Verse 2] +I like how she watchin' me (Like how she watchin') +This jewelry on me goin' insane +I come from the poverty (Come from the poverty) +This money ain't makin' me change (Change) +Everything lit when we go up, yeah +Whole lot of four we throw up, yeah +My diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah +Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah +All the PT's came from Cinco +Hope them folks don't hit me with the RICO +Still can make a call and get a kilo +Keep it real, you niggas know my steelo +Hold that thought, just keep that on the D-low +We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's +We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em repost +I became a neighborhood hero +Tryna listen to my conversation +Bank account a lot of puncutation +Told the plug ain't no more situations +Trap house rollin', Radric Davis (Oh God) +Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah +Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah +Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah +Give a damn what a fuck nigga think, yeah +[Chorus] +Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) +Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't) +I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) +Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week +Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet) +Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep) +Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep) +All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet +We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable +Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors +Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah +I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton +Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this +I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Section 8[Intro] +Wheezy outta here + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby] +Went and copped the new plain jane (Plain jane) +Didn't like it, I bust down (Bust down) +I finesse for another check (Damn) +Hit the bros and we bust down (Bust down) +Now I got my whole 'partments winning +We got all type of cars, and they ain't rented (No) +We ain't cuffin' no broads, we got plenty (No) +We ain't taking no bars, we be sippin' (No) + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo) +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo) +We got them hoes runnin' in and out +We got them bags runnin' in and out +Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought +Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here) +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo) +We got them hoes runnin' in and out +We got them bags runnin' in and out +Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought +Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +We got them foreigns outside of the 'partment +Look like a dealership (Look like a dealership) +Heard he got caught but he just got off +I don't want no dealings with him (Don't want no dealings with him) +He just want clout and he don't want problems +He ain't no real killer (He ain't no real killer) +I don't entertain him, I know we dangerous +I hang with drug dealers (And some real killers), yeah +Hit that lil' bitch at the spot and I made her feel like we was at the Intercontinental +We workin', we ridin' in rentals +We don't drive the car, 'cause that draw too much attention +My lil' homie swang the AR, like a guitar +He ain't never took a picture +Wherever we go, we go hard, they know who we are +Got 'em stoppin', takin' pictures + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo) +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo) +We got them hoes runnin' in and out +We got them bags runnin' in and out +Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought +Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here) +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo) +We got them hoes runnin' in and out +We got them bags runnin' in and out +Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought +Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out +[Verse 2: Young Thug] +I parked the Lam' in the front of this house, though +(I parked the Lam' in the front of this house, though) +Everything handled, I'm blockin' 'em out, no +(Everything handled, I'm blockin' 'em out, no) +Yes, yes, baguettes inside of my eyes, ho +I hop in a foreign everywhere I go, I don't ride in no Tahoe +Trap spot, sprawled out, sittin' in front of the back with the whoa +Lot of ammo, oh, I can go to war with the president though +Money hella mold, I want some Louis with some Backwood to roll +I put these racks up to my eyes and they land at my knees, knees, knees +I put the TEC to your rib 'cause I'm havin' real OCD +I know she be in her feelings when I wipe my dick off and leave +Everyone 'round me got killers and they runnin' 'round and sippin' lean +'Bout to put my dick inside some kidneys and I put some scratches on her knees +I'ma cop 20 Plain Janes, yeah, and I'm passin' 'em right around (Passin' it 'round) +Gon' regret bein' a gang-banger, yeah, and I took it around the town (Take it 'round the town) +Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah, yeah (Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah) +I'm the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah) +Got her whippin' the Mulsanne (Yeah, yeah) +She done re'd up with new chains (Yeah, yeah) +I been movin' 'em nuisance (Yeah, yeah) +Turn 'em on to the food chain (Yeah) +Bad Balenci's, a few stains (Yeah, yeah) +Got baguettes by the bouquet +They compare me with Wu-Tang (Yeah, yeah) +Buy a Benz for the boo thang (Yeah) +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo) +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo) +We got them hoes runnin' in and out +We got them bags runnin' in and out +Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought +Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here) +We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo +(Section 8 'partment to a condo) +We got them hoes runnin' in and out +We got them bags runnin' in and out +Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought +Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gang Signs[Intro: Three 6 Mafia, Lil Baby] +DJ Paul +If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo sets (Throw-throw 'em up) +If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo sets (Throw-throw 'em up) +If you niggas (Throw 'em up, let me see) +If you niggas (Throw 'em up, let me see) +If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo sets (Throw 'em up, let me see) + + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Three 6 Mafia] +First of all, you know I bang 4's (4) +Never met JAY-Z, but in my hood I'm like Hov (Roc) +Everyday a holiday, my lifestyle goals (Goals) +Everything white and rose, I don't really like gold (Nah) +Came through in the Maserati (Skrrt), knew I was gon' get it poppin' +Serve a nigga in every hood, Baby good with everybody (Good) +With no understanding, I ain't planned, let's get it clarified +I just spent a hunnid on a chain and didn't care about it +Try me, they gon' hear about it, make a call to every side +Drop a bag and air 'em out, get the drop on every house +Nah, I'm really playin', I'm just sayin', I don't play at all +I been in the field for so long, but I ain't playin' ball +Choppa chop his hand off, found the plug and ran off +Think I need a agent the way I play it, call up Rich Paul +Never fold and never forget the code, you better stand tall +I done put them bags from Gresham Road to West End Mall +Try and knock your mans off, I know it's too much tension with you bitches (Throw-throw 'em up) +Niggas better stick to rappin' 'fore I click and get to trippin' +(Throw-throw 'em up) +I got double-digit millions, and I still be with the killers (Throw 'em up) +Boy, I gotta be the realest livin', can I get a witness? (Amen) (Throw-throw 'em up) +Nobody ain't stressin' on my side (Nah) +4PF the gang and niggas know how we gon' ride +Couple choppas, couple stolen cars, it's time to slide +I hope the cameras don't catch the tag, and if they do, we'll be alright +Yeah +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Where you from? How you come? Yeah, yeah +Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb) +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see +Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb) +Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb) +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see + +[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Three 6 Mafia] +I got 'em jockin', watchin', pockets always sloppy +Be with papi, play, he pop your noggin, better play with caution +I'm the same one who used to sell the weed then went to Washington +Who you know that went to prison, came back home and straight pocketed? +We ain't whippin' shit, straight droppin' it +Let 'em keep the extras, we on top of it at this point +I done ran my money long as Lee Street through East Point +Supercharge my motor for the pig, hit it, oink-oink, yeah +Runnin' up the paper like I never woulda thought of (Throw-throw 'em up) +Make sure everybody eat 'cause that's the way that I was brought up (Throw-throw 'em up) +4's in this bitch (Throw 'em up), I'm talkin' really, really rich (Throw 'em up) +I got my young niggas rich, they probably fuckin' on your daughter (Baby) +(Throw-throw 'em up) +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Three 6 Mafia] +Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb) Yeah-yeah +Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb) +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see +Where you from? (I'm from 4) (Throw-throw 'em up) How you come? (Going dumb) +Where you from? (I'm from 4) How you come? (Going dumb) +Throw it up, let me see (Throw 'em up) +Throw it up, let me see (Throw 'em up) +Throw it up, let me see +Throw it up, let me see (Throw-throw 'em up) +[Outro: Three 6 Mafia] +Throw-throw 'em up +Throw 'em up +Throw 'em up +Throw1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Narcs[Chorus] +The narcs just ran in the spot +Nobody was there, we got out +I know they mad as fuck +They can't keep tabs on us +We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper +He on the grind and I'll see you later +I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper +The narcs just ran in the spot +Nobody was there, we got out +I know they mad as fuck +They can't keep tabs on us +We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper +He on the grind and I'll see you later +I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper + +[Verse 1] +I'm rockin' Balmains like they cheap +I brought out all hundreds and it's neat +I ride in foreign cars like I'm Meek +Punchin' on foreign broads on the beach +I got it all gone in a week (Week) +Saved by the bell like I'm Screech (Screech) +F&N ride on my seat +Hope one of you niggas don't reach +I'm on that timeline, niggas watchin' +I just spent sixty thousand on some watches +I'm rockin' Tom Ford like a doctor +I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers +We keep them Dracos, shout out to the shottas +Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments +This shit was hard for us (Hard), we thought we all was stuck +They told me go get it and I went and got it +Lil nigga I'm the one that got it poppin' +Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya +I been hearin' niggas talkin' +But when I pull up on them niggas' head drop +I got the streets in a head lock +Straight to the money, no stops +Straight gas, nigga fuck cops +[Chorus] +The narcs just ran in the spot +Nobody was there, we got out +I know they mad as fuck +They can't keep tabs on us +We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper +He on the grind and I'll see you later +I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper +The narcs just ran in the spot +Nobody was there, we got out +I know they mad as fuck +They can't keep tabs on us +We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper +He on the grind and I'll see you later +I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper + +[Verse 2] +Pussy nigga hatin', pocket watching (I see you watchin' nigga) +Hope that they ain't forget the pocket rocket +Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit +I been grindin' for a minute, I been really really gettin' it +We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it +Turned a nickle to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar +Take the dollar to your partners, show 'em how to add the water +Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin' with the mobsters +We don't eat pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles +We got the weight, that's a full one, that shit just blew me +Pass me the percs I need two of 'em +Get to the money, I'm racin' +Bitch better check my trap, I'm gettin' money +Pockets full, why not, FN on the side +Niggas try me they gon' die +Youngins screamin' what's the price? I can't wait to let 'em slide +It's gon' be a homicide +I ain't gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die +[Chorus] +The narcs just ran in the spot +Nobody was there, we got out +I know they mad as fuck +They can't keep tabs on us +We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper +He on the grind and I'll see you later +I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper +The narcs just ran in the spot +Nobody was there, we got out +I know they mad as fuck +They can't keep tabs on us +We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper +He on the grind and I'll see you later +I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stendo[Intro: Lil Baby] +4PF shit, ya digg? +Them hot boys with me +Long live Jimmy, wish he was still with me +Swear to god every day I wish lil' one was still livin' +Lean fuckin' with my kidney, but I'ma keep on sippin' yeah +Yeah I'ma keep on sippin' + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & ColdHeartedSavage] +Who the fuck want smoke, nobody +I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off +Forty on my hip, I lay low +Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so +They'll spray a hundred rounds out the draco +Who the fuck want smoke, nobody +I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off +Forty on my hip, I lay low +Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so +They'll spray a hundred rounds out the draco + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Fourteen with a bankroll +Only god knows all the shit that I been through +Dead broke when the rent due +I stayed down for the come-up now I'm stunting with my whole crew +Young niggas who with me 'bout whatever, they get cheddar +Boss up on them niggas, I done reached another level +Had some soda and some yola and I put that shit together +Hot boys thuggin', I try to tell 'em do better +I was on the rock gettin' paper +I ain't have no time for no hater +All these bitches tell me they gon' chase me +I don't chase it, I'm not a chaser +[Chorus: Lil Baby & ColdHeartedSavage] +Who the fuck want smoke, nobody +I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off +Forty on my hip, I lay low +Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so +They'll spray a hundred rounds out the Draco +Who the fuck want smoke, nobody +I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off +Forty on my hip, I lay low +Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so +They'll spray a hundred rounds out the Draco + +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +Hundred rounds on the Draco +Lil D, he gon' shoot when I say so +All I know is red lives but my niggas on go +I'ma stand up on the block like a fuckin' light pole +Wish I would've stayed in school but I didn't +My mama tried to show me the right way but I didn't listen +But now I'm in the spot, on spark street, in the kitchen +And I'm fifteen but I ran up them digits (I ran them digits up) +Dracos like YoungBoy +I'm a young boy +Tommy gun boy +Just for fun boy +Breakin' in cars, we used to rob, it was hard +We used to starve, we came far +[Chorus: Lil Baby & ColdHeartedSavage] +Who the fuck want smoke, nobody +I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off +Forty on my hip, I lay low +Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so +They'll spray a hundred rounds out the Draco +Who the fuck want smoke, nobody +I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off +Forty on my hip, I lay low +Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so +They'll spray a hundred rounds out the Draco + +[Outro: ColdHeartedSavage] +Dracos +Dracos, Dracos, Dracos +Stendos, stendos, stendos +Dracos, Dracos, Dracos +Stendos, stendos, stendos +And we throwin' up them fours +And we pourin' up them fours +Screamin' free all of the bros +Yeah yeah yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Option[Intro] +(Beezo) +I been home a hundred-twenty days, I done ran this shit all the way +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +(OG Parker) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +I done ran the money all the way +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +Money is the only fucking option +I got partners said they need me, whatever you know I got it (Got 'em on me) +Paper route, I swear a nigga on it (Paper route, a nigga on it) +Paper route, I swear a nigga on it +The money is the only fucking option +I got partners say they need me and I got 'em +Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it +Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it + +[Verse 1] +I want that bag for real, I get that cash for real (For real) +I want that bag for real, I get that cash for real (For real) +I want them B's for real, already had some M's +I want them B's for real, already had some M's +I want that money for sure, sure +I used to trap out the back door (back door) +I used to sleep on a dirty floor +I ain't go home to change clothes +We might be fucking the same hoes +But we do not have the same goals +I want that money for real, real +I get that money for real +I get down with that money every time I'm on the road +I got different kinda bitches I keep getting caught with my hoes +Every time I'm in your city I just brung another load +I don't really give a damn about doing no fucking show +I want that load, I want that load, I want that load +I get that bag, I get that bag, get it for sure +All of my diamonds real water, I don't know no +I'ma keep going, I'ma keep going +[Chorus] +Money is the only fucking option +I got partners said they need me, whatever you know I got it (Got 'em on me) +Paper route, I swear a nigga on it (Paper route, a nigga on it) +Paper route, I swear a nigga on it +The money is the only fucking option +I got partners say they need me and I got 'em +Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it +Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it + +[Verse 2] +Partner swerving on the back street, probably got a Draco on me (Draco) +All these pussy niggas fake hangin', all these bitches wanna blow on me +I got real money, real money, real, real, real, real money +I been grinding since a youngin' +I been trapping since Monday (Last Monday) +I got real rich homie, no Quan +I'ma beat the pack out 'til its done +Told my mama back then I'm the one +Told the plug just bring me up 1 +I want money, I want money for real +I want money, I want money for real +I want money, I want money for real +(Chasin' money 'til my heart stop) +Chasing money 'til my heart stop +I'ma keep on 'til my heart stop +Chasing money 'til my heart stop +I won't stop until my heart stop +I can't let up on these niggas +I can't let up on these bitches +I'ma keep getting that money +I'm just tryna keep it rich +Chasing money 'til my heart stop +Chasing money 'til my heart stop +Chasing money 'til my heart stop +I won't stop until my heart stop +I can't let up on these niggas +I can't let up on these bitches +I'ma keep getting that money +I'm just tryna keep it rich +[Chorus] +Money is the only fucking option +I got partners said they need me, whatever you know I got it (Got 'em on me) +Paper route, I swear a nigga on it (Paper route, a nigga on it) +Paper route, I swear a nigga on it +The money is the only fucking option +I got partners say they need me and I got 'em +Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it +Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it + +[Outro] +I'm just tryna beat another case +I just probably beat another case +I been home 120 days, I done ran this shit all the way +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +I done ran the money all the way +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +I done ran the money all the way +I just hope I don't catch another case +I'm just tryna dodge another case +I done ran the money all the way +I been home 120 days +I been home 120 days +I been home 120 days1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Transporter[Intro: Quavo & Offset] +DJ Durel! +Brr, brr, brr, brr, brrrr +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Hey! + +[Chorus: Offset] +How you fit a quarter in a mattress (How, quarter) +Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport) +Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Static) +Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Glasses, ice) +We got acres of cabbage (Acres) +Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt) +We got Ks in the attic (K) +Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr, brr) +How you fit a quarter in a mattress (Quarter, how) +Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport) +Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Brrt) +Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Slit, ice) +We got acres of cabbage (Cab') +Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt) +We got Ks in the attic (K) +Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr) + +[Verse 1: Offset] +Trap been hard, having bass like a Kenwood (Boom boom) +Throwin' up the Nawf that's the hizzood (Nawf!) +Pinky on froze that's a blizzard (Froze) +Pourin' up a five of the sizzurp (Syrup) +Fuck her on the thot get rid of her (Swerve) +Gag on the dick, bitch, spit up (Slurp, slurp, yup, slurp) +Freakazoid this a ice pup (Ice) +Bentley Bentayga red guts (Bentayga) +Throw that bitch away cause she a mutt (Mutt) +Fool hold a chopper on the crutch (Fool) +I hold a couple mil' you holdin' nuts (Nut) +I'm on that Adderall the Chris Tucker rush (Add') +I need the Patek 'cause my drippin' like the flood (Patek) +Got a stash for the fire under the clutch (Pow) +Niggas mad that I'm rich they got a grudge (Rich) +Cool Maserati on my pinky (Cool) +They think I'm 'luminati, I'm a deacon (Ooh) +Smokin' on Biscotti got it reekin' (Biscotti) +Water on my neck to sink Lincoln (Water) +Feed the bitch meat, cap, vegan (Cap) +I ain't throwin' salt I'm throwin' seasonin' (Drip) +I'ma fuck a thot without greetin' it (Thot) +Bye bye it was nice to meet the bitch (Bye bye) +[Chorus: Offset] +How you fit a quarter in a mattress (How, quarter) +Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport) +Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Static) +Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Glasses, ice) +We got acres of cabbage (Acres) +Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt) +We got Ks in the attic (K) +Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr, brr) +How you fit a quarter in a mattress (Quarter, how) +Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport) +Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Brrt) +Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Slit, ice) +We got acres of cabbage (Cab') +Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt) +We got Ks in the attic (K) +Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr) + +[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Offset] +I done made the Forbes list last year (Hey) +Made a mil' off my dog like Shaggy (Million) +Blew up fast out the trenches (Phew) +Call me 21 Savage (Savage) +Diamonds hittin' hard move back they'll jab you (Phew) +Trappin' overseas got too big for the Saks Fifth (Big) +Green Lamborghini on the way it's the fast one (skkrt) +Got the bitch from Offset, Takeoff then I passed her (Hey) +I believe in Jesus fear of God on my jacket (Amen) +Catch them down bad we gon' smash, we gon' jab 'em (Brrt) +He give me the cash then I'm goin' out the back door (Racks) +Word is I'm the one that's still trappin' out the bando (Bando) +Flew this bitch in from L.A. for a day then I nut on her face, now she gone by the way (Bow) +Ain't got too much to say don't do pillow talkin' (No) +Got some killers with me, they came from Milwaukee (Brrt) +And my neck on the flood like I'm from New Orleans (Hurricane) +Drop the dope in the pot hope it take to water (Dope) +Prayin', hopin' Jose make it from the border (Hope) +I'm your son-in-law, ma, I done fucked your daughter (Smash) +I'm the head of my army got my troops in order (Hoo) +Got a million put up if I need a lawyer (Mil') +Louis man-bag and it hold a quarter (Quarter) +Nigga get the fuck back ain't got nothin' for you (Baby) +[Chorus: Offset] +How you fit a quarter in a mattress (How, quarter) +Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport) +Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Static) +Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Glasses, ice) +We got acres of cabbage (Acres) +Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt) +We got Ks in the attic (K) +Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr, brr) +How you fit a quarter in a mattress (Quarter, how) +Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (Transport) +Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (Brrt) +Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (Slit, ice) +We got acres of cabbage (Cab') +Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (Brrt, brrt) +We got Ks in the attic (K) +Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (Brr)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Real As It Gets[Intro] +ATL Jacob (DY Krazy) + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been savin' my guala, I ain't savin' no bitch +I had put down my Glock but I picked up a stick +Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit +My people proud, I'm as real as it gets +Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait +And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit +I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas +I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +They got exotic, I told 'em to mail it +I don't gotta touch it, somebody gon' sell it +Bro gon' keep it solid, I know he won't tell it +Grew up in the streets, I ain't never saw belly +I didn't have shit, I ain't never get jealous +Born in this shit, I grew up with some felons +Reach for this water, we'll go at your mеlon +My lil' bro a slime, he'll draw on a revеrend +I don't really have to talk about steppin' 'cause my niggas never get caught when it happen +I'm set on servin' in the morning, I'm snappin' +You can take this as your warning, I'm packin' +F.N. inside of my hand when I back in +Get to actin', I promise we clappin' +Joke's up, it gotta be stamped  on the package +It's the real one, you know that I'm taxin' +Get the ball, I'ma score or I'm passing +Got no love for no ho, I ain't passionate +I done ran up a dub on an accident +To the streets, I'm the voice, I'm an advocate +Ask the plug, this the most he done ever sent +Niggas broke, what's the most you done ever spent? +Gettin' paid, this the most I done ever saved +We gon' hop out with Ks in broad day +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been savin' my guala, I ain't savin' no bitch +I had put down my Glock but I picked up a stick +Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit +My people proud, I'm as real as it gets +Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait +And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit +I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas +I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah +I been savin' my guala, I ain't savin' no bitch +I had pulled out my Glock but I picked up a stick +Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit +My people proud, I'm as real as it gets +Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait +And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit +I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas +I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah + +[Verse 2: EST Gee] +All this shit started off in the kitchen (Started off in the kitchen) +Showed me once and I was payin' attention +Ask the trenches, they gon' say I'm the realest (Say I'm the realest) +Official, the difference between me and niggas +I'm rich when I get off my Insta (Get off my Insta) +Get him killed by the night for a sixty +I sent it, I can't even risk it +Opps want me finished but I'm steadily winning +Youngest, richest nigga out of my city +I been had the streets in a headlock (Headlock) +We had two or three bricks at Miss Jan's spot (At Miss Jan's) +Still dead fresh if the feds watch +Send a diss in hidin', get yo' man shot (Get yo' man) +Niggas play but they know we gon' air it out +She was actin' bougie, flew her friend out +I went, took it, ain't ask for a handout +Old niggas see me out, had to put they heads down +I still got my block if the music don't crack +Really livin' what I rap (Yeah, yeah) +250 out the trap, if I say it, it's a fact +You was puttin' on an act +You a killer on the app (Killer on the app) +Ask who put us on the map +Put the hood on my back +Three cars, ten straps +Niggas better never lack, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been savin' my guala, I ain't savin' no bitch +I had put down my Glock but I picked up a stick +Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit +My people proud, I'm as real as it gets +Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait +And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit +I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas +I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah +I been saving my guala, I ain't saving no bitch +I had pulled out my Glock but I picked up a stick +Don't get in hatin' shit, I'm on some greatest shit +My people proud, I'm as real as it gets +Gon' have to chase me, I don't like to wait +And I swear I'm impatient, I don't like to sit +I made a way for you lil' bitty niggas +I wish you would play with me, boy, you a bitch, yeah24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sum More[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Redhead with me like I'm Yachty +Every nigga with me got a body +Bad mamacita call me papi +Back to back Lambs and the Raris +Only thing I wear is red bottoms +Free my nigga Long, the feds got him +Standin' on the sofa poppin' bottles +Crack a nigga head with a bottle +Sippin' lean, tryna ease my problems +Run up on a gang of niggas, shot 'em +Gucci glasses, snakes on my collar +Made these bitches rake up every dollar +She said she gon' catch it, she gon' swallow +Had to switch it up, I'm on the road now +I'm a stand up guy, I ain't gon' lay down +Seventeen five on my feet +Blowin' money like I hang with Meech +Louis V mixed with Supreme +Hop out in Givenchy, oh he clean +Gran Coupe, 2018 +Try me, it's gon' be a murder scene +Everything I say a nigga mean +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more + +[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] +Got four pockets full like I'm Baby +Keep Twan with me case they play me +Goons at they door 'til they pay me +Baby blue brand new Mercedes +Six chocolate bitches came from Haiti +Nigga never made the honor roll +But the nigga made the Forbes List +Hundred thousand on my left wrist +Orange stones in a nigga mouth +When the sun hit it look like Sunkist +Big pendant 'round a nigga neck +Talkin' same size as a starfish +And a nigga know killers, got killers +Nigga same kind as Scarface +And a nigga ball like Hardaway +And a nigga ball like Barkley +And I put that on my soul, I got pictures up in Vogue +I got bitches always killin' shit, they always at the moge +I meant morgue, I don't shop at the stores +I don't fuck with these lame ass sorry ass whores, on god +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more +Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets +I went and got me some dough +But that ain't enough, I want some more +I want some more and some more +Jumped right out of class and straight to the club +Now she dancing on the pole +But that ain't enough, she want some more +She want some more and some more + +[Outro: Lil Baby] +I want S-O-M-E more +I want S-O-M-E more +I want S-O-M-E more, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life[Chorus] +I'm just tryna live my life +Moon rocks, on stars, straight cash, no cards +Livin' life like stars, thankin' god every day we finally winning +You was 'posed to my nigga, right here with me +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight + +[Verse 1] +Push start cars, we can't fall +Started from the bottom now we here +Ran me up a mil, it took a year +Watch my closest niggas disappear +We ridin' drop tops whips in the summer +She keep checkin' in 'cause she know that I'm a winner +We gon' skip town just for dinner +We gon' keep it gutter, don't have no one in our business +Draped down in Fendi, she rockin' the latest +She say I'm the greatest, if I'm ollie then you later +Took a trip to the Barbados, and I'm still on paper +Shout out to my haters, they been motivating me lately +Came to fuck the game up, had to switch the wave up +Fuck me just don't lay up, on this codeine I can't stay up +Pitch a dub in a motor, just so they can't catch me +They tried to arrest me 'cause I'm icy like Wayne Gretzky +I'm a big bear like Tee Grizzley, these fuck niggas be sneak dissin' +This FN gon' stay with me, a nigga play that'll be the reason +G5 gone for a lot of seasons, Saks Ave, we done did Neimans +Them millions comin', I can damn see 'em +Long live Frank, I can see him breathin' +I got ten traps and they all beamin' +We done fucked the game up +They blowin' my name up +I just want the money, fuck the fame cuz +Came to switch the game up +[Chorus] +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight + +[Verse 2] +If tomorrow ain't promised then why should I wait? +If times still gon' be hard then why should I pray? +Seen my niggas fade away, from a cage to a grave +Solid niggas turned fake, seen it happen every day +Didn't expect it to happen, I thought you was solid +Still can't believe you not right here beside me +The money in front me, the bullshit behind me +My nigga forever, I thought we was riders +When we caught them cases both of us kept quiet +I just lost a friend to some gun play +Put my main bitch on the runway +Still servin' packs on the one way +Paying tithes Sunday, we gon' blow up one day +Magic on a Monday, shout out to the strippers +Lately I been feelin' it on another level +Savin' all the extras, I gotta be different +[Chorus] +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +A-Town[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo] +A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from +I'm from the slums, niggas knowin' how we come +A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from +I'm from the bricks where we ain't have shit +This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town +This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Marlo] +Back when G-Dog caught his time 'cause he wouldn't drop a dime +Back when Big Fred died, had the whole hood cryin' +OG Troup lost his life in his own hood +Niggas steady walkin' 'round like it's all good +Tiger T got crossed by his own man +I seen him and 8-Ball count a hundred bands +Remember Spencer killed a nigga with his bare hands +Meatball turned rat on his own fam +Him and Jordan lil' one got killed at the same time +Every time I close my eyes that shit on my mind +What you know about doin' a paper for some paper +You niggas can't relate 'cause you ain't never ran around in that + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo] +A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from +I'm from the slums, niggas knowin' how we come +A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from +I'm from the bricks where we ain't have shit +This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town +This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town +[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Marlo] +Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know +Back when he was comin' through the bricks in an orange Monte Carlo +Mario got shot, that's still some bullshit +Remember NuNu got hit with a whole clip +You niggas ain't from my side, they must be two-sided +They sayin' C-Dog turned in the whole west side +You niggas never was there +I remember neighborhood fights all at the fair +When micros was the only thing that girls would wear +Then these bitches started puttin' the kink and twist in their hair +True Religion was the shit, hood days spend your last on an outfit +They say Keen and Big been rich + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo] +A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from +I'm from the slums, niggas knowin' how we come +A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from +I'm from the bricks where we ain't have shit +This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town +This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Spazz[Intro] +Yeah, Southside +I go nuts on Southside Beats +Baby, okay + +[Verse] +Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship +Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit +Bunny rabbit blow, take a brick and do a magic trick +A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backward flip (Yeah) +I'm in L.A. with some real Crips +I want Stella McCartney, this real drip +Cartier on my face with the wood tip +Put the knife on the K, it's the real deal +Make 'em get out this bitch like a fire drill +If I won't hit a bitch then the guys will +I've been on it, today I took five pills +I'ma run up them M's 'cause it's God's will +How you gon' check me? +She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me +She wanna sex me (Yeah) +I had to block her, she know not to text me +Comin' at you niggas 3D +They gon' put this shit on repeat +Everything I say, they repeat +Any nigga try to sneak diss +I ain't gon' say nothin' back, yeah +I'ma keep gettin' these racks, yeah +When you speak 'bout me, speak facts, yeah +Got an FN on the kickback, yeah +Big nose, hood on the demon +Big to the streets, I'm a deacon +They wouldn't even peep what I was preachin' +They just wanna see me with the leaches +Big ballers, I ain't in the bleachers +Courtside, high five the ref +Codeine got me talkin' to myself +Blowin' up, I'm blowin' out my belt +Richest top 5, nah, for real +Under 25 before the deal +Every time we slide, a nigga kill +I just hope the guys get they appeal +[Outro] +G5 sittin' in the cell +He 'bout to come (Came home) +I got this money on me right now +I don't even answer my phone (Put 'em on) +I had these bitches in state to state +They tryna give me some play (Leave me alone) +They know that I ain't got time to waste +I'm tryna get in their face (I'm goin' home) +I might just give you a couple of dollars +And make sure you good on a model (Good) +They know they'll probably gon' see me again +Unless I'm in that new Benz +I put the Forgiatos on the car +Mickey Thompsons on the truck +I got the money, I'm runnin' it up +And I've been puttin' it up (Them M's)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Time[Chorus] +She all on my drip she just like my vibe +Tell 'em they can step over it's my time +I get what I want and I don't wait in line +Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high +She all on my drip she just like my vibe +Tell 'em they can step over it's my time +I get what I want and I don't wait in line +Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high + +[Verse 1] +I gotta slow down ain't tryna lose my mind +I got on two watches tryna keep up with the time +Do this for Lil Steve, they gave my lil' homie a dime +You can't see the greatness in me nigga then you blind +I went back to the basics didn't sign +Tryna treat me like I'm basic not I +I got all these blue faces oh my +I'ma stack it to the ceiling, sky high +I been catching all these flights got sky miles +I'd probably spend my last to see her smile +I was just sittin' in the prison goin wild, now I'm standing on stage gettin paid, they like my sound + +[Chorus] +She all on my drip she just like my vibe +Tell 'em they can step over it's my time +I get what I want and I don't wait in line +Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high +She all on my drip she just like my vibe +Tell 'em they can step over it's my time +I get what I want and I don't wait in line +Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high +[Verse 2] +I think I fell in love with her she way too fine +I can't go back to no prison got to walk a tight line +Niggas act like they don't fuck with me but on my timeline +Gettin' fucked up on the block I had some very long nights +I'ma savage to my heart you can see it in my eyes +If I tell you I'll quit trappin babygirl then I'll be lying +Saint Laurent my jacket, Valentino on my shoes +Take me for a joke they try to treat me like a fool +Super paranoid i don't leave the house without my tool +Hundred bricks in I got it snowing while it's June +Hardly ever see my son that shit hurt me +My bitch act like she don't understand I'm working +I'm like, "how the fuck you think you got them purses?" +And the way you out here actin' you don't deserve shit +Don't keep callin' my phone that shit gettin' worrisome​ +And I keep drinkin' this lean I'm just gettin' worser + +[Chorus] +She all on my drip she just like my vibe +Tell 'em they can step over it's my time +I get what I want and I don't wait in line +Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high +She all on my drip she just like my vibe +Tell 'em they can step over it's my time +I get what I want and I don't wait in line +Keep poppin' these percs I done got way too high2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stick On Me[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez] +Everywhere I go the stick on me +I can't let a nigga pick on me +Lil nigga, but I'm big homie +I can't keep a nigga bitch off me +I've been hearing niggas slick talking +F&N make 'em back off me +Percocet got me moonwalking +Young nigga tryna stay focused +Niggas play we gon' lay 'em down +Hit his block gon' spray them rounds +Wyclef, it's a man down +Pour the lean, wash the Xans down +In the loft breaking down pounds +First night she from out of town +Blood diamonds straight out the ground +So many hundreds I done lost count + +[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez] +Run it up on a daily +Bad bitches on me daily +My young nigga go brazy +Lil Baby go crazy +Banana clip on the Draco you know I'll never let 'em play me +Chains on me like Kunta Kinte, I'll never let 'em slave me +Young nigga watch who you serve these niggas 12 like Brady +Fuck a bitch like Bobby Brown, I'll take it back to the 80's +Rylo come from the 90's +Cashing out on these diamonds +We'll hold a nigga hostage +If he don't pay it's a homi +I had to struggle in the projects, you ain't seen the shit I seen +They say we promoting violence +Bodies dropping, murder scene +Could've went and bought Balenci', but I spent it on the teeth +Don't ask me do I got my glizzy, bitch you know that's my ID +[Chorus] +Everywhere I go the stick on me +I can't let a nigga pick on me +Lil nigga, but I'm big homie +I can't keep a nigga bitch off me +I've been hearing niggas slick talking +F&N make them back off me +Percocet got me moonwalking +Young nigga tryna stay focused +Niggas play we gon' lay 'em down +Hit your block we gon' spray them rounds +Wyclef, it's a man down +Pour the lean, wash the Xans down +In the loft breaking down pounds +First night she from out of town +Blood diamonds straight out the ground +So many hundreds I done lost count + +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +No my niggas never switch on me +Glock 40 with the dick on it +Hunnit round with the stick on it +Trigger finger got a itch on it +2-3 like a pair of J's +I can't settle for no minimum wage +We'll set this bitch up in flames +Hide ya nigga now don't fuckin' play +Interrogation I ain't say shit +I'll never write a statement +Poppin' shit I'ma stay lit +Wipe a nigga down for six bricks +Now we screaming out "Free Bricks" +All my niggas on that fuck shit +Made a mil' out of kitchen cabinet +Codeine I'm on lean addict +Diss me we gon' get atcha +Country boys we straight tax you +In Atlanta I'm a big factor +All these bitches tryna scream at me +AMG wit' the kit on it +Killtec with the switch on it +Middle finger to my opponent +Screaming out who the fuck want it? +[Chorus] +Everywhere I go the stick on me +I can't let a nigga pick on me +Lil nigga, but I'm big homie +I can't keep a nigga bitch off me +I've been hearing niggas slick talking +F&N make them back off me +Percocet got me moonwalking +Young nigga tryna stay focused +Niggas play we gon' lay 'em down +Hit his block gon' spray them rounds +Wyclef, it's a man down +Pour the lean, wash the Xans down +In the loft breaking down pounds +First night she from out of town +Blood diamonds straight out the ground +So many hundreds I done lost count3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Anyway[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I'm takin’ off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in +Four or five cars, livin’ like a god, payin' for my sins +And this life that I'm in important +I can hop in the Benz, a foreign +Marlo said they come in in the morning +I got vibes, every state I got choices +Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch +Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch +Takin' mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference +Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city +I was re-in’ up daily, they thought I was kidding +I was puttin’ my profit up, saved me a milly +I keep pourin' up Fantas so shit gettin’ ridiculous +Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Pull up any kind of way I wanna +She know I got that dope boy persona +Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer +Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers +I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble +Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' +I be rockin' new shit, I got every color +This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up +Pull up any kind of way I wanna +She know I got that dope boy persona +Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer +Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers +I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble +Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' +I be rockin' new shit, I got every color +This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up +[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] +I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh) +I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did) +I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell 'em) +I run it back like a pick six (Woo) +Add it all up, it's a re-up, man +I'm ballin', I need equipment (Ballin') +I just bought a lift kit (Yeah) +Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me) +And fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin' +My closet say, "To be continued" (Flooded) +Back in the days I used to make plays +At Spondivits off of Virginia +Ain't no contender (Nah) +Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo) +I breed a bitch like a kennel +Made a half a mil' in a rental (Woo) +All of my verses suspenseful +My cuz a blood, menstrual +He draws down, pants +I know that they care for your instrument +I ball, I need me an agent +I just might be your replacement (I might) +I got a whole lot of money +But I got a little patience +I got a whole lot of money +But I got a little patience (Alright) +I got a whole lot of money +But I got a little patience +My bitch a trip, vacation +Too many chains, plantation +If you a real nigga +It ain't no expiration +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane] +Pull up any kind of way I wanna +She know I got that dope boy persona +Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer +Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers +I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble +Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' +I be rockin' new shit, I got every color +This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up +Pull up any kind of way I wanna +She know I got that dope boy persona +Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer +Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers +I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble +Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' (Huh, Wop) +I be rockin' new shit, I got every color +This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (Go) + +[Verse 3: Gucci Mane] +They say Gucci's a criminal +Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr) +Not conserve' or no liberal +Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh) +Heard I shop at Bal Harbor +I spent reckless on denim (Wow) +She so fine, got her addy +Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn) +New 'Rari, half an M +See the horse, know the emblem +It's Big Guwop, it's him +Always us over them (Fuck 'em) +Niggas say they gon' do this and that +Then duck when I see 'em (Huh) +Don't compare me to Slim +I could never be him (No) +Copped so many new baguettes +That I'm gettin' sick of myself (Bling) +Big bully, crushed my peers +So now I pick on myself (Huh) +Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt +Big diamond choker chokin' on me, man like Conor McGregor (It's Gucci) +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Pull up any kind of way I wanna +She know I got that dope boy persona +Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer +Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers +I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble +Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' +I be rockin' new shit, I got every color +This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up +Pull up any kind of way I wanna +She know I got that dope boy persona +Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer +Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers +I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble +Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' +I be rockin' new shit, I got every color +This shit ain't enough, I need another come-upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Going For It[Intro] +Cook that shit up Quay +Yeah yeah +I come from the cook up, that's all I know +Cook that shit up Quay + +[Chorus] +They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it +I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it +Fuck I look like takin' chances +Fuck this money, go and blow it +I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up +Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up +I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up +Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up +They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine + +[Verse 1] +I just bought a brand new Rolex +I'm a million dollar nigga, no flex +Stretch these pounds, change my name to Boflex +Hit your baby mama, now your ho next +I want a rose gold on the Patek +I want a regular one, I want it faster +I'm doing numbers, call it mathematics +I had a half a ticket in the attic +It ain't gon' never stop, I'm everlasting +They know how I come, they know how I come +They know how I come +They know how I come before I get there +Cross 'em over, Raf Simmons footwear +Balenciaga runners, these my fifth pair +Ten figure nigga, I'ma get there +Traphouse bunkin', we don't live here +Could've been gone but I'm still here +Pints of Activis, they the real deal +Used to have to rob and I still will +[Chorus] +They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it +I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it +Fuck I look like takin' chances +Fuck this money, go and blow it +I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up +Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up +I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up +Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up +They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine + +[Verse 2] +I'm on parole still, got a password +I'm goin' straight net, fuck the backboard +I remember when I used to ask for it +I don't think back, I just press fast forward +I want happiness, I spend my last for it +Two twenty-five read on the dashboard +Cost a quarter mil and I paid cash for it +Poppin' percs, I ain't thinkin' 'bout last +I'm never pissin' dirty, fuck my PO +Lost it all, got me fucked on my re-up +Bitches talkin' down but fuck it 'cause we up +She act crazy I got booed in Korea +Never thought that rappin' would be my career +I'm a trap star and that's what it is +A couple million five, I ain't signing no deal +Nigga out of line, we gon' spray, you get killed +Draco with the drum, hop out and go dumb +I come from the slum, two fingers and a thumb +Nigga know I chunk it up, rep your set and throw it up +Nigga try to take my chain we gon' shoot up the whole club +[Chorus] +They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it +I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it +Fuck I look like takin' chances +Fuck this money, go and blow it +I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up +Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up +I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up +Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up +They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Vision Clear[Verse 1: LavishTheMdk] +Yeah, gotta let 'em know I'm here +Gotta know my vision clear +I ain't waiting on niggas, they would've left me in the rear +Only God know what's up with me, the only one I fear +I made a dub last year and blew that money on some gear, forreal +You know we cut different grew up runnin' round the ville +In love with that money, the money give me a thrill +In love with your honey, she cummin' for me forreal +Told her keep her mouth closed cause that's that shit that get you killed +Can't fall nigga, I'm a dawg nigga +Everytime I get that chance you know I'ma ball nigga +And if I can't get my dawg up then I'ma fall with 'em +Know it wouldn't even feel right if Ion't ball with 'em +Why these niggas keep on bendin' and foldin'? +Everytime a nigga winnin' they holdin' +They don't wanna see me up, they just wanna see me stuck +I got endurance for the money I be runnin' that shit up, aye +All I ever did was showed love, aye +Guess that shit there just wasn't enough, damn +Funny how these niggas switchin' up, way +I thought you was suppose to be my fam, damn +No and I wasn't surprised but it's straight now I just see you can't be one of them guys +All I see is dollar signs when I close my eyes +Every nigga claim they real but they just livin' a lie +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +They don't wanna see me win, they wanna see me bend +They don't want me in that Benz they want me walkin' +I gave them niggas my all when I ain't have too +I swear I gotta take off nigga I'm past due +Lately I been really feelin' like I really deserve this +All the shit we been through I just hope it was worth it +Fold up up sticks we don't come out at play time +The only time I get to see my son is on FaceTime +I been goin' through some shit lately +Wonderin' why these pussy niggas hate me +When I'm the same nigga from the block that tried to save 'em +We been runnin' since a jit man I damn near raised 'em +Thinkin' should we go and get them sticks and erase 'em +Watch my man fold in the jam like some paper +I'm just tryna chase my dreams, get my weight up +We was broke we couldn't sleep we just stayed up +Runnin' from them laws on a daily basis +I just pray to God when I wake up Ion't catch no cases +We got dirty K's on the block +They don't want a nigga to pop +They ain't never gon' stop +I'ma keep gettin' this paper +Ain't gon' waiver +I love her but I won't save her +I be damned if I chase herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Eat Or Starve[Intro] +Cook that shit up Quay + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I come from the 'partments it was bad +Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had +It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve +Either you gon' hustle or you rob +Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball +Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich +Never thought it'd be like this +But now I got the money, so every day we lit + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +By the time I turned 10 I was running wild +Listening to Juvenile +Staying at my grandma house +My mama got put out +I've been through some shit that you would never know +But I keep a smile, I can't let it show +I was 15 Jock and Dee, caught a murder case +Runnin' with the robbers, man I know we upped the murder rates +I was sittin' in jail when Lil' Man got shot in his face +Damn that shit bad, they say that's my neice dad +Brian got killed +That shit crazy +You can't listen once you here +They tried to say we made the hit, but lookahere +I love that nigga like my brother, that's for real +That's for real +[Chorus] +I come from the 'partments it was bad +Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had +It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve +Either you gon' hustle or you rob +Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball +Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich +Never thought it'd be like this +But now I got the money, so every day we lit + +[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez] +25 cent froze cups in the hood +Me and Tyrone playing nick-a-knock in the bricks up no good +Had a walkie talkie watching for the 12 tryna make a sale +Lil' Joe ain't even kill nobody, but he got life in jail +Perkys get you by +Them youngins knock 'em down +Look into my phone when you got back in town +They see me on the stage now, though I ain't get a cap and gown +Want me to hit it raw dawg +200 for that pussy, gee baby don't you play hard ball +Lil' Pooh them bring them rods out +Ice on me, can't thaw it out +Fuck this drink might pour it out +Chain look like I'm showing out +Xans, but I ain't goin' out +Sales coming in and out +We just tryna sew the block +Grandma found my stash spot and she tried to throw me out +[Chorus] +I come from the 'partments it was bad +Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had +It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve +Either you gon' hustle or you rob +Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball +Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich +Never thought it'd be like this +But now I got the money, so every day we litEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dates[Chorus] +I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +I don't go on dates, I don't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it +My niggas ballin', my niggas ballin', my niggas ballin' +We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots +We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots + +[Verse 1] +Young niggas really paved the way +Pussy nigga tryna ride the wave +Young nigga want a bankroll +Try me, I'ma break a nigga, woah +C Note with me, got a four-five +Nigga I ain't lettin' shit slide +Tiger told me fuck it, let 'em ride +Told me fuck it, go and spin the block +I keep them blue hundreds like an ATM +You can't pull up in lil Cali, it ain't safe out here +Keep some shooters with me, they keep K's on them +Ballin' like I'm Jordan, tryna break the rim +Quarter million dollars on me +Ballin' on these niggas, Curry +Still screamin' fuck the police +Nigga ain't gettin' shit from me +DC in the cut with a MAC-10 +Quan in the back with a Draco +All my niggas slidin' when I say so +All my niggas slidin' when I say so +[Chorus] +I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +I don't go on dates, I don't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it +My niggas ballin', my niggas ballin', my niggas ballin' +We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots +We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots + +[Verse 2] +Look out for my people +Sellin' all this reefer +Servin' like it's legal +Pull up in the Regal +Went to school to fuck the teachers +Shooting shots from the bleachers +These niggas didn't believe me +I had to show 'em, made 'em see me +Pull up 4 Pockets Full, thigh pad +I got all these niggas big mad +Bitches tryna get some get back +Lil bitty bitch get back +Nigga's bitches wearing pom poms +My lil niggas goin' straight dumb +I ain't Lil Weezy but a hot boy +I can't wait to smash on a cop car +These niggas sweet like Pop Tarts +Drive the Hellcat like a hotbox +Party real hard, I'm a rockstar +Rudy in the cut, he a top shotter +If I send the word, you a done dada +These niggas broke, got no dollars +I'ma run the money up, no problem +I don't give a fuck about nobody +[Chorus] +I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +I don't go on dates, I don't wait, I fuck first day, yeah +Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it +My niggas ballin', my niggas ballin', my niggas ballin' +We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots +We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshotsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pink Slip[Verse 1: Young Thug] +I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it +It's Budda Beats +Human trafficking, they go from border to border +I'm on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy +I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper +Oh that's your señorita? She goin' too +Reebok classics, chase a hundred racks, ayy +Reebok classics, chase a hundred racks, ayy +Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these +Money old, got it colored like Monopoly +She can't control me, baby got no lock on me +Driveway got the foreigns in it +I whipped up a 'Rari, caught lil shawty off a backboard +Peek out the window with that K like Malcolm X was +I bless lil' shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain't gotta ask for it +I drop some racks for it, ayy + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it +Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard +Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four +Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for +Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it +Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard +Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four +Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +Sippin' on codeine, I got a problem +I be with them gangsters and them robbers +Have a nigga lookin' for who shot ya +Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas +I'm gon' get 'em in for the cheap +And them bitches go for twenty-three +I know that these niggas envy me +And won't stop until I reach the T-O-P, I'm at the top +I'm acting crazy again, I had your lady again +Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz +She know I'm a real one, she smell it +She do whatever I tell her +She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on necklace +I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah yeah +Diamonds on my neck, I got 'em frozen +Water on my wrist came from the ocean +Every nigga with me get them loads in +Only with the bros we put them fours in +Pink slip + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it +Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard +Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four +Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for +Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it +Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard +Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four +Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for +[Verse 3: Lil Baby] +This the type of shit I used to ask for +Remember down bad, I had to ask for it +Damn I'm out of lean, I poured my last four +Now my car say two hundred on dashboard +I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah +I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah +All these diamonds on me got me shining +Damn I made parole at perfect timing +Range Rover look pregnant with the body +Presidential tint so I can't see nobody +Your bitch on my hitlist 'cause she's a hottie +I know once I get in it I'm gon' ride it +I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that +Bitches be walkin' up on me, niggas be actin' like groupies, get back +Gettin' to the money since like this high +Now I'm lil big homie all on this side + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it +Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard +Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four +Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for +Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it +Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard +Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four +Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dive In[Intro] +Yeah +Cook that shit up, Quay +Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks, you know what I'm sayin' +I been caught up in some mo' shit, you dig +Okay, okay, okay, okay + +[Chorus] +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' + +[Verse 1] +I used to trap out the store +I ain't have nowhere to go +I had a pound in my coat +Payin' J's to watch out for the folks +Hit the stick like I'm playin' Madden +Should I do it, nigga couldn't imagine +Skippa Da Flippa, young nigga havin' +I get the money, I don't do no dabbin' +Maison Margiella on Monday, I rock Givenchy on Tuesday +Wednesday I rock Ferragamo, Thursday I'm wearing my Louis +Friday I come out in Fendi, I got bitches tryna do me +Designered down, I be groovin', livin' life like a movie +You can't stand next to me +[Chorus] +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' + +[Verse 2] +Lil' nigga but my shirt off +Pull up with the pack and skrt off +Niggas softer than a Nerf ball +I ain't never heard of none y'all +Niggas say they really in the streets +Why I ain't never seen you in the street? +Bitch you can go and ask about me +They'll tell you that I'm really in the streets +I don't give a fuck about making no song +I was standing in the spot, tryna work my phone +Had to do it on my own, lil' nigga I'm grown +You can hate from afar just watch your tone +Do anything for them racks +I used to sleep with them roaches and rats +They tellin' me I should rap +I'm tryna get off this pack +[Chorus] +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +9To5[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +My lil one just caught him a homi, I gave his lawyer a hundred +We used to grind every summer, we used to peel us a hundred +Now we can do what we wanna +I might go cop me a Hummer, I don't know nothin' but money, but I'ma keep me a burner +Had the block hot as a sauna, in the middle of the winter +I took them trips to go get it +I used to serve out a rental, all of my niggas they with it +Me and my niggas gon' get it, I had to make a decision +Fuck with these bitches or get to these riches +You know me, I went and ran up them digits +Used to be wishing, that shit turned to winning +Damn that shit crazy, it's just the beginning +Hopped out the Hellcat, the clip was extended +4 Pockets Full and I know it look temptin' +Nigga try me I'ma shoot 'til it's empty +The money I made it, I guess it's just in me +They don't really wanna go to war with us +I'ma spend all of my money on bullets +I'ma make them press the issue the fullest +Came out the jungle, it made me a gorilla +I'm gon' be one of the realest +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it + +[Verse 2: Skull-E] +I cannot work me no nine to five, no +That's just some shit I can't do +Lil Baby what it do? +Ayy yo, took the birds up out the coupe +Fuck these bitches by the two, that's just the way that we do it +Everything we do exclusive, we just not talkin' the music +Dot on your head like a Buddhist, ayy yeah +You cannot stop with us and the beat, that's why these pussy niggas hatin' on me +Pop a perc and fuck that bitch back to sleep +Never trust these hoes 'cause these bitches freaks +We the new wave, fuck up the beach +I'm the ruler, nigga don't mention me +And you niggas snitching, I don't fuck with police +And we politicking, handle beef in the street +No one said it would be easy, ayy yo +I thought you would ride for me, how could you mislead me? +Now we goin' up when niggas throw up plummet +I remember nights when I ain't had nothin' +Benihana plate all in my stomach +I just left the mall, I spent me a hundred +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Need Mine[Intro] +Cook that shit up Quay + +[Chorus] +I got accuracy when I shoot that stick (that stick) +It ain't gon' jam, I ain't gon' stop, I ain't gon' miss (ain't gon' miss) +I told my PO no more syrup and that I quit (that I quit) +But I was lyin' 'cause I had codeine in my piss +I'm takin' hard drugs, Tylenols, and Adderalls, and Percocets +They keep my faded +Came up out the trenches a millionaire, a nigga damn near made it +Ran it up and lost it all again, damn near drove me crazy +Couple homies owe me think I'm up so they ain't gotta pay me + +[Verse 1] +When I hired out my whole team now they my faculty +Ever since I got that bag these bitches after me +She done sent this text that said she pregnant, she said gon' keep it +Thinkin' to myself like how hell did she get my semen? +My lil' nigga can't wait to wild out, they just need a reason +Thousand pounds of gas at the spot like it's Harvest season +My lil' homie thuggin' jus' got out but he keep his heater +I can't let Lil' Tiger out the house, he like to shoot at people +Two seater Beamer on my way to pick this money up +Semi tuck, try your luck, draw down, I won't give it up +Never runnin' from em', we runnin' to 'em, we on that bullshit +Let it slide, catch 'em out in public, we gon' deal with 'em +[Chorus] +I got accuracy see when I shoot that stick (that stick) +It ain't gon' jam, I ain't gon' stop, I ain't gon' miss (ain't gon' miss) +I told my PO no more syrup and that I quit (that I quit) +But I was lyin' 'cause I had codeine in my piss +I'm takin' hard drugs, Tylenols, and Adderalls, and Percocets +They keep my faded +Came up out the trenches a millionaire, a nigga damn near made it +Ran it up and lost it all again, damn near drove me crazy +Couple homies owe me think I'm up so they ain't gotta pay me + +[Verse 2] +You gon' pay me when I see you, I need that money +Keep a smile on my face but it ain't funny +When I press the button they smashin' on site +We snuck the pistols in the club, we ain't tryna fight +Free all of my dawgs behind the walls fuck the system +Let em' pull up on me like it's cool, then we gon' flip 'em +Try to tell my man to slow it down but he went missin' +Couple months later I got the word somebody killed him +Man them hollow tips gon' burn when they get inside +Run it up I'm buyin' cars, this my fifth ride +Playin' with the startin' five, it ain't no sixth guy +You can see it in my eye, I won't let shit slide + +[Chorus] +I got accuracy see when I shoot that stick (that stick) +It ain't gon' jam, I ain't gon' stop, I ain't gon' miss (ain't gon' miss) +I told my PO no more syrup and that I quit (that I quit) +But I was lyin' 'cause I had codeine in my piss +I'm takin' hard drugs, Tylenols, and Adderalls, and Percocets +They keep my faded +Came up out the trenches a millionaire, a nigga damn near made it +Ran it up and lost it all again, damn near drove me crazy +Couple homies owe me think I'm up so they ain't gotta pay me +[Outro] +They think they ain't gon' pay me but I need mine, I need mineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Days Off[Chorus] +I know times get hard but it's gon' pay off, it's gon' pay off +Grinding every day, can't take no days off, no days off +Ridin' 'round the city in a brand new coupe +I got a brand new coupe +Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new jewels +I got a bad bitch too + +[Verse 1] +Run the money up, can't take no days off +Bitch I'm my own boss, I can't get laid off +Try me, them youngins will take your face off +Try me, them youngins will take your face off +Grindin' every day, I had to get it, had to work with what I had +I went and ran me up a bag +I got these pussy niggas mad +But I ain't doin' shit +Two door coupe, yeah the fast one +Hopped out in the brand new latest fashion +I know they can't stand that lil rich bastard +I'm gon' show my ass, I never had shit +I think I'm a junkie, I need rehab, I'm addicted to the lean +I went and get it with my team +Twenty-thousand on some rings +I bought my bitch a new Celine +[Chorus] +I know times get hard but it's gon' pay off, it's gon' pay off +Grinding every day, can't take no days off, no days off +Ridin' 'round the city in a brand new coupe +I got a brand new coupe +Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new jewels +I got a bad bitch too + +[Verse 2] +Savage for the money, goin' hard for my kid +Sometimes I had nightmares 'bout the shit that we did +I come from the jungle, you can't live where I lived +Police they was on me, glad I hid where I hid +Can't sell dope forever, get the money and quit +Then go get the money, turn the money legit +Two four-fives, that's a hard nine +Stayed down for the pay out, now it's my time +I got out of prison at the perfect time +Got out, I was fucked up, bid gave me a dime +Now I got the money, kickin' shit in the sky +Now I got the money, kickin' shit in the sky + +[Chorus] +I know times get hard but it's gon' pay off, it's gon' pay off +Grinding every day, can't take no days off, no days off +Ridin' 'round the city in a brand new coupe +I got a brand new coupe +Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new jewels +I got a bad bitch too1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Up[Intro: Lil Baby] +I been tourin' +Can't get to me +They can't get to me + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna] +They can't get to me because I'm up right now +They can't get to me because I'm up +Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot +We been on the jets, we fly private +I just touched down in L.A. today, in New York tomorrow +Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow +Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' every dollar +Count up them blue hundreds, we ain't got no money problems + +[Verse 1: Gunna] +I'm tryna stack up and get it +I went from rags to riches +I blow the bag in Lenox +I heard your Jag was rented +I know you mad, admit it +Jump in that Lam and hit it +When I put that shit on I be drippin' +I fuck the baddest bitches +Bend that shit over, let me hit from the back +She got some good head, I'ma send her to Saks +Bitch I'm a dog and I'm killin' the cat +And I'm a slime, bitch you better free Yak +You niggas don't talk, boy you better relax +I make a call, get you beat with a bat +Get your shit popped like the top of a gnat +I got the cheese and you niggas is rats +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna] +They can't get to me because I'm up right now +They can't get to me because I'm up +Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot +We been on the jets, we fly private +I just touched down in L.A. today, in New York tomorrow +Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow +Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' every dollar +Count up them blue hundreds, we ain't got no money problems + +[Verse 2: Lil Duke] +And I left the hood broke, came back in a Murciélago +I might fuck on your daughter, I used to ride on MARTA +Bitch know I'm a player, I coach the team like Coach Carter +She tried to take me to Maury, no bitch I'm not the father +All of these bitches they know that we get it +Takin' them private flights city to city +The shit that they doin', we already did it +Never been losin', we already winning +Coupe fully loaded, it's already tinted +Pulled off the lot, leave the top with the dealer +I'm not a rapper, bitch I am a dealer +They can't get to me 'cause I'm in the middle + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna] +They can't get to me because I'm up right now +They can't get to me because I'm up +Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot +We been on the jets, we fly private +I just touched down in L.A. today, in New York tomorrow +Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow +Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' every dollar +Count up them blue hundreds, we ain't got no money problems +[Verse 3: Lil Baby] +We ain't got no money problems, we ain't got no money problems +I told 'em put me in the game coach, I'm a starter +And if she actin' like she need me I'ma starve her +Remember days ridin' on MARTA +But now we flyin' private jets to different cities +And I keep a bad bitch with me +Two chains everywhere like Tity, I done growed up +Bad bitches askin' where the weed, it's time to roll up + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna] +They can't get to me because I'm up right now +They can't get to me because I'm up +Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot +We been on the jets, we fly private +I just touched down in L.A. today, in New York tomorrow +Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow +Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' every dollar +Count up them blue hundreds, we ain't got no money problems1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hurry[Intro] +D. Sims +Run that back, Turbo + +[Verse 1] +Ridin' round on E, racks up to my knees +I can't get no sleep, if I ain't got no lean +Bad bitches follow me, my niggas a part of me +My bitch a hot commodity, I know my grandmom proud of me +I moved my mom from poverty +I hope they don't think 'bout robbin' me +I can fly, yeah I believe +In the cockpit where the pilot be +Don't need no stylist, I style for free +My young ho keep on callin' me, my old bitch keep on stalkin' me +Ain't gon' let a nigga take my shine from me +Should've been rappin', this rhymin' easy +Drop my top just to feel the breeze +Thugger my brother, yeah easy breezy +I just wanna fuck, don't tease me +They got my songs on repeat, yeah yeah +I don't want no money exchange +I went overseas and got some change + +[Chorus] +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' +Came back, guess it wasn't workin' +I think I'm addicted to the perkys +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' +Came back, guess it wasn't workin' +I think I'm addicted to the perkys +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +[Verse 2] +Brand new Bentley, hit the block swervin' +12 say they know that I be workin' (fuck 12) +My PO she say I run the game (but I fuck with her) +Every time I see her I throw up the gang, yeah yeah yeah +Really ran the block, really keep a Glock, really serve the rock +Screamin' fuck the cops, screamin' fuck the opps, million in the vault +Oh you a gangster? let's see 'bout it nigga +Had them lil niggas to see 'bout you nigga +Oh you a gangster? let's shoot out lil nigga +Make my lil niggas go 2Pac a nigga +Had a million dollars on the low +I ain't even let nobody know +My role model get them truckloads +Bend her over, fuck her, then I'm gone +Ain't gon' put your name in a song +I'ma put your face on a shirt +I'ma put your body in the dirt +Nigga you a pussy, where your skirt? + +[Chorus] +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' +Came back, guess it wasn't workin' +I think I'm addicted to the perkys +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin' +Came back, guess it wasn't workin' +I think I'm addicted to the perkys +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurry +I'm tryna get this money in a hurryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Slow Mo[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +Run that shit from the top, Turbo + +[Chorus] +Dope man got extendo +Living room, three Dracos +Sellin' gas like Citgo +Got a ho spot on the sixth floor +I don't ever stay, just give and go +Hope my girl don't never know +These niggas 12, you'll never know +They got paperwork they'll never show +Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo +Got it engineered by Turbo +Ridin' 'round in a low low +You only live once, YOLO +I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me +I don't drive slow, all I do is speed +I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep +Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of me + +[Verse 1] +Nigga out of line, he gon' rest in peace +Shout out big game, he gon' rest in peace +Signed a deal for two mil last week +I get one-five, give the rest to P +I ain't never got to rap, I'ma sit in that trap +I'ma run up them racks, yeah +I was sittin' in that pen, I was still gettin' it in +I ain't never goin' back, yeah +Never save a ho, always give and go +Give her what she want, never tell her no +Grind hard, ain't never goin' broke +I'm rockin' Loub's, I got spikes on my toe +On the yacht, it was me and Lil Boat +I'm a slime, I'll fuck any nigga's ho +Real easy like einy meany miny mo +When she see the money she gon' go +She know I'm a hundred, I ain't told +She know under pressure I won't fold +I ain't goin' fed, I ain't fuckin' with the cops +Y'all niggas lyin', y'all really need to stop +Spray a hundred rounds every time we spray a block +When the beef get to me I ain't never gon' stop +[Chorus] +Dope man got extendo +Living room, three Dracos +Sellin' gas like Citgo +Got a ho spot on the sixth floor +I don't ever stay, just give and go +Hope my girl don't never know +These niggas 12, you'd never known +They got paperwork they'll never show +Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo +Got it engineered by Turbo +Ridin' 'round in a low low +You only live once, YOLO +I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me +I don't drive slow, all I do is speed +I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep +Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of me + +[Verse 2] +Hop out and go crazy nigga, I'm just blazin' nigga +Ain't blood but I'm blazin' nigga, I go crazy nigga +My chain cost one-eighty nigga, I tried to save them niggas +Nigga you can't save that nigga, catch that nigga, spray that nigga +Leave it up to god when it happen +If I wasn't rappin' I'd be trappin' +Rental car, blendin' in with traffic +Gettin' a load in on the tractor +I got 'em scared, they knowin' I'm a factor +Jumped in the game, ran it up faster +Hundred racks bustin' out the plastic +Leavin' Magic City with a dancer +Made myself a boss, I'm from Atlanta +I put a half a pint in the Fanta +FN make it hard to keep my pants up +Ridin' 'round the city in a Phantom +Kidnap a rapper, make him pay the ransom +Niggas be fake, so we don't even dap 'em +They knowin' I'm real, you can go and ask +Before I was rappin' I was gettin' them bags in +[Chorus] +Dope man got extendo +Living room, three Dracos +Sellin' gas like Citgo +Got a ho spot on the sixth floor +I don't ever stay, just give and go +Hope my girl don't never know +These niggas 12, you'd never known +They got paperwork they'll never show +Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo +Got it engineered by Turbo +Ridin' 'round in a low low +You only live once, YOLO +I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me +I don't drive slow, all I do is speed +I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep +Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ride or Die[Chorus: Lil Baby] +All I know is play for keeps, I ain't slept in 'bout a week +Niggas screamin' we got beef, shell casings in the street +You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die +Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap +Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin' 'til it lock +You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I know my mama prayin' for me, it's kinda hard for her to sleep +When she hearin' I got beef and I'm really in the streets +But she know her son a G, ain't gon' fold, ain't told +I ain't rolled, when the pressure was on I bust chrome +Six o'clock on the dot, niggas still at the spot +Got a play for three blocks, I might serve 'em or take 'em off +I'm tryna figure it out, fuck it I'ma figure it out + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +All I know is play for keeps, I ain't slept in 'bout a week +Niggas screamin' we got beef, shell casings in the street +You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die +Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap +Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin' 'til it lock +You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die + +[Verse 2: Marlo] +I'm up early in the morning tryna run me up a bag +But a nigga on the run 'cause the narcs on my ass +I'm slidin' in the I, nigga I'm slidin' in the I +And it's for a pocketful but a nigga playin' for keeps +And a nigga got a drum 'cause a nigga in the streets +So I'm grindin' I, nigga I'm grindin' I +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +All I know is play for keeps, I ain't slept in 'bout a week +Niggas screamin' we got beef, shell casings in the street +You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die +Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap +Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin' 'til it lock +You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die + +[Verse 3: Bite Da Don] +They havin' pressure 'bout these hoes, we havin' bags of this shit +I got four pockets full and coupe around my wrist +Know I play for keeps I got paper out the street +Pull up at your spot, air that bitch out for a week +I finessed 'em out the cash, Rudy bought the jeep +I was in the flat with beat, we got dracos for the beef +I ain't lyin' I'm a beast, them hoes say y'all niggas cheapskates +Duffel bag full of cash like I hit the sweepstakes + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +All I know is play for keeps, I ain't slept in 'bout a week +Niggas screamin' we got beef, shell casings in the street +You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die +Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap +Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin' 'til it lock +You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Seattle (Song 3)[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Verse] +I can switch my watches with my mood swing +Pull up through the projects in that new thing +She just gave me head she got some good brain +Give her couple dollars 'just my new chain a thousand or two +I can show you what a thousand will do +Call the plug tell him pull up with a thousand or two +I got family to feed, I got niggas say they need me +Got a lot of shit on my plate but I ain't tripping cause I'm greedy +They got my lil nigga worried cause his daughter she obese +She a premature baby and the doctor say she need 'em +He got fees but he don't got money but he got ski masks +And he got a black 45 screaming "need more cash" +A nigga ask me do I got some murder for hire +Lovin' on a bitch I prolly won't know her tomorrow +My lil partner from the westside caught a murder case +Say his lawyer want a hundred but he got 50k +Told me that he had a feeling he was halfway +Told him I got the other fifty I don't want no games, no games +I don't play no games I'm going straight up +I just want my muthafuckin paper +On the private jet me DT Tiger gangsta +Tryna go into the lands and get this paper +Running through the land like I'm 6-0 +You had to tap in I was get it when it wrapped in +[?] racks in +I was running through LA at All Star getting a pack in +You was getting extorted heard the homies made you tap in +And heard the homie he got-EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Our Year[Intro: Lil Baby] +Gunna, Gunna, Baby +4PF, YSL, yeah it's our year + +[Chorus: Gunna] +Big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear +Told every one of my niggas this our year +Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear +I'ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear +Everything came from Saks Fifths +Bitch got Dior all on her lips +Let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear + +[Verse 1: Gunna] +Drive that bitch and go crazy +All blue hunnids big faces +Four pockets full, Lil Baby +Catch me a jet and go to Vegas +Chauffeur from a 63 AMG Mercedes +VVSs on me and they banging +Fuckin' on a nigga old lady +I was tryna grind like the 80s +I had to stack it tall took a whole lot of patience +Spend a dime nigga money ancient +'Til I hit the mall and I fell in love with Maison +Money growing feeling like I'm aging +Pour a four of syrup let me taste it +Attached to the paper we related +Big racks, money conversation +[Chorus: Gunna] +Big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear +Told every one of my niggas this our year +Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear +I'ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear +Everything came from Saks Fifths +Bitch got Dior all on her lips +Let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear + +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +Told Gunna Gunna lil' kid this our year, you dig what I'm sayin' bro? +She got starstruck by the stars in the wraith, she know I ain't playin' though +I ran them bands up +Dressed like I'm sponsored by Louis Vuitton +Givenchy, Chanel, YSL, I'm a don +Four pockets full, get them in by the ton +Look at my bitch how she stunt on they ass she got class she got every bag +Jumped on a lear, left the pack in the hood text my ho told a bitch I ain't coming back + +[Chorus: Gunna] +Big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear +Told every one of my niggas this our year +Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear +I'ma hop out, drip, drip in the flyest gear +Everything came from Saks Fifths +Bitch got Dior all on her lips +Let her ride, I'ma drive from the rear +[Outro: Gunna] +Big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear +Told every one of my niggas this our year2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rider[Intro: Lil Baby] +I love my nigga next to me +I got a rider who would die for me +EarlOnTheBeat +I fuck back and forth +YSL + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby] +I do this for Maze in the motherfuckin' trenches +I go get it, I go get it +My niggas gon' and get it +I got some niggas comin' with me to the top and I'ma take 'em +And I know them niggas hatin', but I'm waiting, I got patience + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Young Thug] +I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga +I go ride on a nigga +I go ride all them niggas +And I shade all my grizzy +I go ride all them niggas +I go ride all them niggas +Go around all them niggas +I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top +(I'm on my way) +I lost some homies, they got popped +(I lost some homies, they got popped) +Couple homies they got shot (Tutututututu) +I don't count it for a man +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I want that money and I ain't first +And I ain't lost and I gon' get it and get it +Fuck I leave it all adjustin' +Bitches won't fuck my neck just they probably won't fuck my pocket +That's why all you niggas watchin', come try me, the option is only you nigga +I don't get no money, fuck with true niggas +I'm so stiff on y'all hoes +Nigga know how I harsh and I get money on them hoes (Racks, racks) +I'm tryna accomplish my goals +All these niggas bitches and I know it for sure +I got different whips, I got cars galore +I got different bitches, I got women galore +All I know is money and I need me some more +You know I ain't just talkin', they know this +And I just popped that motherfucker, I show shit +I'm already hood-rich, and I tryna go legit +I need another way I'm tryna rap about this shit + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Young Thug] +I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga +I go ride on a nigga +I go ride all them niggas +And I shade all my grizzy +I go ride all them niggas +I go ride all them niggas +Go around all them niggas +I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top +(I'm on my way) +I lost some homies, they got popped +(I lost some homies, they got popped) +Couple homies they got shot (Tutututututu) +I don't count it for a man +[Verse 2: Young Thug] +Never had a job and never plan on getting one +I came here they rowdy bitches know it's one on one +Let's meet there, relax, I won +Change from the Pentagon next thing on her tongue +Five-hundred cash with me that's why I got this bag on (Racks) +I came from rags to riches now tryna sell out the dome +My bitches skinny dippin' they all got thongs on +You ain't tryna get rich you gotta gone gone gone +I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul +Tryna be the reason niggas hating on all y'all +Stayed down in this law, we get paid off +Big homie taught me if it's a plug don't run off, ayy +Nigga stack a G like a Phillipean +And we smokin' weed, drinkin' codeine (Drank it, drank it) +And I got some M's I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees) +And I got some water, you can't walk in these +Turn the mansion to a club, let's have a party (Let's have a party) +We got options, you can drink some Act, red or green? +All this [?] I drink +Got me tearin' up the fuckin' street +I like it, I see the green, I know CD + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Young Thug] +I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga +I go ride on a nigga +I go ride all them niggas +And I shade all my grizzy +I go ride all them niggas +I go ride all them niggas +Go around all them niggas +I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top +(I'm on my way) +I lost some homies, they got popped +(I lost some homies, they got popped) +Couple homies they got shot (Tutututututu) +I don't count it for a man3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Racks In[Chorus] +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in + +[Verse 1] +I should sign to Slaughter Gang 'cause I'm a savage +Word on the street Lil Baby havin' +I done fucked a thousand bitches out in Magic +These niggas broke, they pockets flat, that shit embarrassing +I just copped a new coupe, yeah the fast one +These niggas happy 'cause they finally fucked my last bitch +But I'm the one that told you she was nasty +Me and money havin' sex, we should get married + +[Chorus] +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +[Verse 2] +I been on my grind, that's why I'm loaded +I'm like Luda in his prime, I got them bows in +Condo at the top, I don't let hoes in +Medusa in the section, got them holes in it +I'ma take her down and let the bro hit it +Niggas talkin' crazy, that's that ho shit +All my hoes own shit, all your hoes rent +Drive so many foreign cars they thought it was rented + +[Chorus] +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in + +[Interlude] +I just copped a new coupe, yeah the fast one +These niggas happy 'cause they finally fucked my last bitch +But I'm the one that told you she was nasty +Me and money havin' sex, we should get married +[Chorus] +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in + +[Outro] +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them packs in, yeah +I got them packs in, yeah +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them packs in, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +God’s My Witness[Intro: Lil Baby] +Mmm +(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) +Feel like that "Dreams 2 Reality" beat +I'm tryna go whole 'nother way, though + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I asked God for forgiveness so I can't rap on niggas +But I let God be my witness that we done stepped on niggas +I can afford to buy a army, but I stopped buying pistols +But I just hope that you ain't in that car when we do catch up with 'em +Rather be the suspect than the victim +Keep my cool and beat the system +When I talk, my teeth start glistenin', that's the diamonds that's engraved +They like, "Who is them lil' niggas? They look like they getting paid" +You can tell that we don't play by the looks that's on our face +Heard the opps been throwin' shade, boy, you know we play with K +Come through swinging in broad day, boy, you know I'm ready to pay +It ain't even bout no money, know they go in where I say +Plus I looked down when he was fucked up, he can't wait to straighten his face +Gotta get my mind out murder +VVS's fill my shirt up +Eighty racks to fill her purse up +With this shit, I lift her skirt up +Sloppy head, gotta lift my shirt up +Rest in peace, Juice, pour my syrup up +Drip or Drown, sippin' purple +It's a rat inside my circle +Damn, who you know gon' cop two Lamb's same day, they gon' know who I am +Okay, turn my back on my fam, no way +My bitch so bad, goddamn +It's late, I'm up right now, I'm not playin, I'm stayin' +Hope the JackBoys know that I plan on sprayin' +Nah forreal, listen to what I'm sayin' +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Been through it all, had to shake it off, one of my dawgs was a flea +I been standin' tall, I been goin' hard, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me +Walk inside the mall, everybody ball, whole entourage fresh as me +Rich young hitters, hoppin' out foreigns and we got Chargers and Jeeps + +[Verse 2: ColdHeartedSavage] +No dissing in our song, but when we catch you, he gotta get it +Heard he dissing in this song, but 4PF, he better not mention +He used to be my dawg, but he switched up for a pretty penny +I was gon' say his name, but then again it'd be like I'm snitchin' +Baby, know he ain't gotta pay +I do it for free anytime, any day +When it come to the money, you know I get paid +We brag different, we hoppin' out Wraiths +Had to change the way I think, I was thinkin' 'bout murder +FN's and .223s, wet that boy shirt up +Yeah, they shot back, but they shot all the birds up +Lambo sit too low, we fuckin' the curb up +Shopping at Barneys, I'm sippin' this purple +4PF the gang, ain't no rats in my circle +Not goin' down bad, don't care whatchu heard +She got them bags, you can get served +Opps gettin' mad, we gettin' on they nerves +I fuck with Ced 'cause he stood on his worst +Dreams to reality, I know that they mad at me +[Verse 3: Noodah05] +I know that they mad at me, turned dreams into reality +Catch the murder, first degree, I won't let 'em murder me +I got tied so I know I ain't trippin' +Niggas mad, turn to bitches +They know that we slide with glizzy +Spin they block until they dizzy +I been gamblin' with my life, hope I don't roll a seven +Killers had to talk to God, he know he ain't gettin' ahead +Gotta be a man behind that wall, I know that you ain't ready +Popped his gun, they sat him down, he wasn't thinkin' steady +I been on a different method, goin' up, different levels +I been tryna change the motives, you took my humbleness for hoe-ness +Niggas actin' like they know me, bust 'em down, take the Rollie +When you gettin' the money, niggas notice, I won't let 'em lose focus +05 + +[Verse 4: Dirty Tay] +My partner took a different route, I'm still tryna figure out +I'm really gettin' the bag, ain't chasin' clout +Run up another sack, buy my mama a house +They can tell I'm gettin' paid by the way I talk +They can tell I'm steppin' by the way I walk +If bro say "Get him," then they already got him +Comin' up, spark shit, GT status +I turned my dreams into reality, I know everybody mad at me +I ain't nothin' like I used to be, but I'm goin' hard, so get used to me +Nah, I don't see no nigga usin' me, I still ain't where I'm 'posed to be +On left side, they ain't approaching me +I fuck with bro but he ain't close to me +Probably stay young, got crack in my sock +Golden in the hood, niggas set up shop +Seventeen, hittin' these big boy blocks +Gotta [?], I come buy a whole block +I ain't thought 'bout it, I really sling rock +I hang with the robbers, I don't fuck with the cops +Breaking my wrist in that bowl 'til it lock +And I been through so much and I've seen a lot +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Been through it all, had to shake it off, one of my dawgs was a flea +I been standin' tall, I been goin' hard, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me +Walk inside the mall, everybody ball, whole entourage fresh as me +Rich young hitters, hoppin' out foreigns and we got Chargers and Jeeps1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +100 Round[Intro: Lil Yachty] +Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Baby +Lil Baby, Lil Baby, Lil Boat, huh, ayy, hol' up + +[Chorus: Lil Yachty] +Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes +Beam on his face, he got a runny nose +Prolly got a wire on his ankles (Yeah) +Prolly got a wire on his chest too (Yeah) +That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no +That's why we buck on them niggas, uh +All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh +Like that shit stuck to them niggas + +[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] +I'm a mama's boy +That mean I can fuck ya mama, boy (Fuck it up) +Don't gotta ride with that Llama, boy +Touch me, it's gon' be some drama, boy +Bro got that cookie, that "Chips Ahoy!" +Just made a play out in Illinois +We hit the scene and we makin' noise (Lil Boat) +Fuck up your city with all my boys +Add extra sauce like Cisco +Right wrist look like a goddamn disco ball +Lil Boat, spend a thirty up in the mall +Shittin' on them bitches who ain't pick up my calls +Wazzam ah, whatdamn +He dropped out and became the man (Lil Boat) +He brought out the pots and the pans (Yeah) +Simply, I had a plan (Lil Boat) +[Chorus: Lil Yachty] +Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes +Beam on his face, he got a runny nose +Prolly got a wire on his ankles (Yeah) +Prolly got a wire on his chest too (Yeah) +That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no +That's why we buck on them niggas, uh +All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh +Like that shit stuck to them niggas + +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +I'm in this bitch with Lil Yachty (Yachty) +Trapper turned rapper, I used to sell dope (Dope) +Icy, icy, icy, North Pole +Came from the trenches, all I had was hope (Hope) +Over the gang, I got rank, I'm the pope +Bet Lil Yachty let them young hittas go +Call me Rocky, tryna stay off the rope (Tryna kill this) +Young rich nigga, man, I used to be poor +Rich Forever, we ain't goin' back broke +Gettin', gettin' the money (Yup) +MAC-11, by a stunt for show (Yup) +All your watches cost a hundred? (Yup) +I'm in this bitch with Lil Boat (Woah) +Diamond chains, diamond rope (Water) +I'm in this bitch with Lil Boat +Try the gang, you get smoked (gang) +[Chorus: Lil Yachty] +Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes +Beam on his face, he got a runny nose +Prolly got a wire on his ankles (Yeah) +Prolly got a wire on his chest too (Yeah) +That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no +That's why we buck on them niggas, uh +All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh +Like that shit stuck to them niggas5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Again (Go Hard)[Chorus] +I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again +No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in +Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in +And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win +I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again +No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in +Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in +And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win + +[Verse 1] +You pillow talkin' to hoes again +You breakin' the code again +I'm on the road again +We snakin' these bitches with them poles again +This chopper do tricks, you gon' go fold it in +I know they be hatin', I still post they shit +We stay on they block like we 'posed to slid +This Glock been with me on my road to riches +We done over-sold the load again +Too many plays, been off for too many days +Boy you a bitch, you got feminine ways +I get the drop, I'ma pay, they gon' spray where you stay +I had to check on my man, think he part of the clan +Keep a mask, he got too many Ks +I had to run up them bands when I got out the can +Can't go back, I got too many cases +He actin' bad on the 'Gram but we know what's gon' happen +It happen in every occasion +Somebody killed, I be tellin' my youngins to chill +Check the stats, I do numbers for real +And this ain’t no cap, I get money for real +That lil' boy ain't run up no commas for real +Don't play with Baby I go million for million +I made it out, but yet I'm still in the field +Five hundred racks sittin' in my ears +Ten carat diamonds spent in my earlobes +Superhero Baby savin' the ghetto +If I'm not the man, I'm the man in the middle +Hop out the car with my hand on my pistol +He just a fan, and he mad I don't feel him +I know they know that I ran with them killers +Fuck it, you know I still run with them guys +Drivebys a waste of my time, I want somebody to die +I risk it all, put my sack on the line +I came from the back of the line +We had it crackin' since back when [?] was alive +You can go ask on my line +I wish Lil Woo would've never went through with his move +But I'm glad that he through with his dime, yeah +[Chorus] +I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again +No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in +Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in +And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win +I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again +No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in +Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in +And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win + +[Verse 2] +He tryna diss me, that shit ain't gon' get to me +I can get pussy, that lil' nigga ain't my energy +He say that shit when I see him, then he'll see +Know they mad 'cause they can't take a seat with me +Got the best of the best in the sheets with me +Hands down, can't nobody compete with me +I eat filet mignon I'm a cash cow +I got ten million cash from my last album +I'm just waiting on my brother to max out +Every show that I get, it be packed out +Five K for your team, you got ripped off +Spent a hundred thousand on mine +Crack a smile just to show the diamonds +From the corner to another continent +Got a baby daddy? I don't wanna hit +Need a Nike deal how I'm running shit +He can't come to the A, he on punishment +Catch that boy out of place, we gon' punish him +Take his chain and his watch on some funny shit +Brodie ready to crash on some dummy shit +Gotta fuck me for free, ain't no money bitch +I've been on some pimp shit lately +I been off a jet with some made men +We got twenty vibes out in Vegas +[Chorus] +I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again +No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in +Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in +And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win +I'm back going hard again, I'm shutting down my heart again +No one can't get next to me, so they gotta put orders in +Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in +And I'm not into losing, I go hard as I can go to win + +[Outro] +I go hard as I can go to win +I go hard as I can go to win +I go hard as I can go to win +Hard as I can go to win +Hard as I can go to winEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Survive Da Motion[Intro] +Ayy +We really came from that block, nigga, like +Nah sayin'? +Gotta watch yourself +They always watchin' +They gon' have to do they job + +[Chorus] +Hopin' that they never find us +Promise they gon' try to hide us +But fuck 'em, I'm buckin', they gon' have to do they job +I'ma take before I starve +Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start +Duckin' feds, runnin' the cars +In the streets ain't no awards +So this Rollie be my trophy +I'm just tryna survive the motions +I'm just tryna survive the motions + +[Verse 1] +First of all let me say +Free Lil Jacques and D +Man they been gon' for a long while +Two lifes plus eight five, they got a long time +Damn they got my dawgs in a jam +Free all of my dawgs out the can +Stand on my two feet just like a man +In the yard goin' hard, when I touched down I had a plan +Twenty days, a hundred bands, I did that +You come from the jungle, I can dig that +You can't tell me nothin' 'bout the struggle +Man these streets I'm really in 'em, every day I had to live that +[Chorus] +Hopin' that they never find us +Promise they gon' try to hide us +But fuck 'em, I'm buckin', they gon' have to do they job +I'ma take before I starve +Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start +Duckin' feds, runnin' the cars +In the streets ain't no awards +So this Rollie be my trophy +I'm just tryna survive the motions +I'm just tryna survive the motions + +[Verse 2] +Keep my heart open +I been heart broken +Every soda that I drink it got lean inside it +Every nigga who ain't with me swear they livin' inside me +Pour me up some syrup so I can focus +I'm just tryna survive the motions +In the meantime, gotta by my mama a new Benz +Came out hard on them niggas +Fuck who ain't with me, I don't need friends +Niggas mad at me 'cause they hoes on my drip +Nigga fall back 'fore that ho get you killed +Had to crawl back, lost a whole quarter mil' +Fuck you and them niggas that's with you, that's how I feel +[Chorus] +Hopin' that they never find us +Promise they gon' try to hide us +But fuck 'em, I'm buckin', they gon' have to do they job +I'ma take before I starve +Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start +Duckin' feds, runnin' the cars +In the streets ain't no awards +So this Rollie be my trophy +I'm just tryna survive the motions +I'm just tryna survive the motions1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sticky[Intro] +(Cook that shit up Quay) +Yeah +Yeeeaaah, yeah +Yeeeaaah, yeah +Let's get it + +[Chorus] +Hundred thousand for your wrist watch +Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up +I got the stick and I'm sticky +They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits +I got the glizzy in through the back door +We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up +Police hatin', tryna harass us +Niggas sayin' they gon drag us + +[Verse 1] +Hop out the van with a stick like I'm Dracula +I got a sack, so these bitches wanna tackle us +We going first, give a fuck 'bout who after us +Stand on front line for the team, I'm ambassador +We got a stick in this bitch, and we ready to hit +I ain't scared of nobody +I got some homies who knocking shit off +And I swear they don't be telling nobody +Lil homie got caught, he ain't tell on nobody +Send him a lawyer because he stay solid +You need me, you know that I'm comin', I gotchu +I'm takin' charge, I ain't sitting back watchin' +I'm buyin' houses, I ain't buyin' watches +They see what I do, and they jock it and cop it +These bitches know when they see me they flocking +The plug was too hot so I told him to drop it +He sent me a load for the low and I rocked it +They gave me a dub for a show and I rocked it +I put me a M in the safe and I locked it +I came up from nothin', I swear I'ma pop it +Your bitch in my ride and she tryna give toppy +She tryna hold me for hostage +I ain't no regular nigga, I'm poppin' +Still sellin' bags in the projects +[Chorus] +Hundred thousand for your wrist watch +Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up +I got the stick and I'm sticky +They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits +I got the glizzy in through the back door +We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up +Police hatin', tryna harass us +Niggas sayin' they gon drag us +Hundred thousand for your wrist watch +Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up +I got the stick and I'm sticky +They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits +I got the glizzy in through the back door +We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up +Police hatin', tryna harass us +Niggas sayin' they gon drag us + +[Verse 2] +Realest nigga in it, never did it +Flyest nigga ever, independent +All my niggas winnin', really gettin' it +All you niggas pussies, really bitches +Ran off with your misses, now she missin' +Whole team ballin', shootin', blitzin' +Diamonds fighting with each other, hittin' +Flew her out the country, then I hit her +These from out the country, you can't get em +Country boys make 'em, come and get em +We just tryna make a couple million +Fuck the feds and spend it on my children +They ask me why I'm mad, cause my young nigga sittin' in the cage +He ain't never coming home +I got lil Nate with me right now +If I send him the word, then he gone with your dome +[Chorus] +Hundred thousand for your wrist watch +Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up +I got the stick and I'm sticky +They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits +I got the glizzy in through the back door +We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up +Police hatin', tryna harass us +Niggas sayin' they gon drag us +Hundred thousand for your wrist watch +Think you poppin' nigga, throw your hood up +I got the stick and I'm sticky +They tried to start a commotion but we with the shits +I got the glizzy in through the back door +We got it lit in the club, throwin' racks up +Police hatin', tryna harass us +Niggas sayin' they gon drag us1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Toast Up[Intro: Lil Baby] +Uh, yeah +Uh, yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I ain't sold no bags in a minute +I can't speak for none of the bros, what they do, that ain't my business +This a Hellcat when I'm ridin', not no Hemi (Skrrt, skrrt) +Image all authentic, I ain't had to pull no gimmicks +Multi-millionaire, I'm still rockin' Dickies +Just got off the phone with Pee, he told me I ain't got no limit +I'm a superstar, I still be in the trenches +I can't rock with none of you busters, man, I swear to God, I'm different, ayy +Thousand pair of white Air Force 1's, I signed with Finish Line +I'm just waitin' on your favorite cappin' rapper to finish lyin' +They already know what's up, don't play with him, give me mine +Tried to tell 'em that I was the one, I gave 'em plenty signs +Forgiato rider, I got them on every whip +Now I'm handlin' business with Doritos, I need my chip +I know if you stay down, you'll go far, go hard, don't trip +Look at me, I'm shinin' like a light from my neck to my wrist, woah +I just brought awards back to the hood so we can toast up +I can't even say how much I'm getting for a show +I be tryin' to dodge the blogs, I'm tryin' to keep it on the low +In the studio, I'm going hard, I swear I'm 'bout to blow +[Verse 2: Ali Tomineek] +Yeah, alright, I'm on it +Look at what I done started (Woo, nah) +I gotta finish this, I'm tired of talkin', yeah (Shh) +I manifested this, my mind the sharpest, ayy +I ain't talkin' no magic, no, no flying carpet +Check it, this ain't no Aladdin (Nah) +Hopped on a plane to Atlanta +Knew I was finna take over the planet (Yeah) +I'm talking as soon as I landed (Woo) +What you know about redeye flights? (What?) +What you know about sleepless nights? (What?) +Only way to see that life +Man, you gotta speak that life +And I put that on my dawgs (Yeah) +And I put that on my squad (Bah) +And I put that on my moms +I'm taking my city right up to the stars +Taking my city right up to the top (Brr) +Had to link up with Rashad (Yeah) +Heard a beat like, "Oh my God" (Woo) +Yeah, Doritos need that spark +No, this ain't what it seem like (Nah) +This ain't overnight, I been doing this since I was knee-high +Homie, they know me +They know Ali, don't need no I.D., I'm +Thinkin' I'm B-I-G time +Walk in the VIP, I'm with Lil B-A-B-Y +Yeah, that's a strong, flex, mmh, yeah +It's for certain, I put that work in +No, it ain't really that complex, mmh +Now I'm taking calls with Complex, mmh +Let's make a toast (Ah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grindin[Intro: Lil Baby] +I got Yogii with me +I got Marlo with me +I got Yogii with me + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been workin' hard, I been grindin' +Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds +My new watch say perfect timing +I had to found it and I found it +I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer +In the hood you tryna find us +Me and my niggas we be ballin' +We gon' go get it regardless + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I been in the trenches, I been grindin' tryna get it +Tryna run me up a ticket +Staying on my ten, I ain't got time for you bitches +I been ballin' hard ain't gon' fall off my pivot +I don't play around with these niggas, don't waste time with these niggas +I need mine and I need it for sure +4PF I'm ridin' for them niggas, I'll die for them niggas +Every time you see me throwin' up fours +Sometimes I be tired, I be sleepin' +I ain't gon' lie, I'm an addict +I can't help it, I be pourin' up fours +I just got 'em in, got 'em gone +Got it all off a phone +I think it's time for us to get a new load +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been workin' hard, I been grindin' +Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds +My new watch say perfect timing +I had to found it and I found it +I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer +In the hood you tryna find us +Me and my niggas we be ballin' +We gon' go get it regardless + +[Verse 2: Marlo] +I just killed a couple niggas 'cause they tried me +Playin' with the marbles like fire +They call me lil Marlo, not The Wire +When I get 'em in I supply ya +I just flood the whole block, man you know I had to get it +Tryna run me up a ticket +The bitch bad and she with it +So you know I had to hit it + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been workin' hard, I been grindin' +Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds +My new watch say perfect timing +I had to found it and I found it +I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer +In the hood you tryna find us +Me and my niggas we be ballin' +We gon' go get it regardless +[Verse 3: Yogii] +Shit, now I been gettin' this paper for a minute now +I'm tryna put gangsters in the position now +And I been kickin' flavor so consistent +I know that Lil Baby and Marlo with me, don't start Lil Trippy +Gotta keep that burner on me +I tried to turn some niggas up, they end up turnin' on me +And I don't need a bitch around me she don't serve a purpose +Them niggas fuckin' with you but I heard you're workin' +Woo, you're walkin' dead +I turned myself into a boss instead +My biggest struggle is tryna fit a quarter mill in my barber bag +Might hit your bitch and don't call her back, huh +I been workin' like I want all the cash + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been workin' hard, I been grindin' +Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds +My new watch say perfect timing +I had to found it and I found it +I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer +In the hood you tryna find us +Me and my niggas we be ballin' +We gon' go get it regardlessEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +TruckHead[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Dark tint on my windshield, I can barely see my headlights +I always be paranoid so I don't stop at red lights +She got in that Rolls truck show me with that head like +I don't know her name, I saved her number on the truck head +Country boy don't like the hood so I meet him in Buck head +Lenox mall to be exact +I count the racks, he get the bag +I don't know why my haters mad, I keep 'em some to hate on +Bitch can't get no second chance, I ain't the one to wait on her + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Three, two, one, I'm liftin' off +Pick 'em out, then ship 'em off +They don't know why I'm holding out +But I been waitin' on the drought +Truth bе told, I run the South +Make me bring my numbеrs out +They done brung the Mustard out me, fuck it, ain't no calming down +Niggas ain't on shit can't fake kick it, I don't even come around +She ain't wanna let me hit 'til I got lit, now she get to run around +Seen your mans, we gon' gun him down +We ain't playin' this summer out +Lil Kee hard, give him a hundred thousand +You don't own nothing, that's on a house +Up-through, that my only route +Big facts, that's what I'm about +Miami with the city girl +I just pray to God she don't run her mouth +Stackin' mines, I ain't runnin' out +Falling off, you gon' need some clout +Who the hell wasn't gettin' money? Had a hundred racks in my Mama house +Zone 4, yeah, Atlanta Falcon +Lookin' hot, got that money pilin' +Super picky, never need a stylist +Taken back when I was thievin', robbing +Runnin' up against them jeans from Robin +Niggas gotta stop thinking sloppy +Been through it, I can't get cocky +Too hard, no one can stop me +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Dark tint on my windshield, I can barely see my headlights +I always be paranoid so I don't stop at red lights +She got in that Rolls Truck show me what that head like +I don't know her name, I saved her number on the truck head +Country boy don't like the hood so I meet him in Buck head +Lenox mall to be exact +I count the racks, he get the bag +I don't know why my haters mad, I keep 'em some to hate on +Bitch can't get no second chance, I ain't the one to wait on her + +[Verse 2: Lil Kee] +We don't stop at red lights +Fuck that ho if her head right +Told my dawg, "You got that shit, watch how you move, keep lead tight" +If I ever fall, I'ma get back up and keep on goin' 'til dead fight +Keep my K on standby +Tie me up, my fan die +Don't care how close you is, I still got family on thin ice +They know I won't ever change +Baby gang, Lil Kee the gang +I know that I'm good in every hood, I push up, no complaining +Thinkin' that I'm pussy, stupid bitch, them Dracos get to singin' +Shoot you in your shit, don't give a fuck about me bein' famous +Baby say move smart and dangerous +So I'ma keep my fuckin' banger +You won't catch me lackin' even if I was slumped over off a fuckin' Xanny +Murdered him, do a hundred thousand, get a backend in my fuckin' feelings +You know I went fuckin' stingy, thinkin' 'bout you fuckin' dealing +I know what I did when I signed up, so can't nobody save me +If I ain't have shit and I went broke, who gon' take care of my baby? +I said that my life's amazing +I won't let a fake one take me +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Dark tint on my windshield, I can barely see my headlights +I always be paranoid so I don't stop at red lights +She got in that Rolls Truck show me what that head like +I don't know her name, I saved her number on the truck head +Country boy don't like the hood so I meet him in Buck head +Lenox mall to be exact +I count the racks, he get the bag +I don't know why my haters mad, I keep 'em some to hate on +Bitch can't get no second chance, I ain't the one to wait on herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let Down (Uptown)[Chorus: Lil Baby] +4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck +Ain't never had shit, now a nigga mad rich +I always thought I'd get a mil', I ain't never think about three or four +Now the money going up now (up now), up now (yeah) +I put diamonds on my teeth like I'm from uptown +Now she tryna come around and let me fuck now +I done gave 'em my all only to get let down +Only to get let down + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I got money in my account that I'll probably never spend +I gotta to win win, it's on my kids kids +I got a new Benz, worth three-hundred +But I had signed a deal, for some shit you won't believe +I got needs, family in need +Teach them do's and don't's +Show 'em right from wrong +Give 'em money every time they ask +Knowing that I got an extra for they ass +Know that I'll be there when they count +I don't write checks that bounce +I don't write checks at all +Cash on all my cars +I [?] +I don't give a damn who care +Niggas got M's everywhere +I'm just tryna stay on top +Confidence I'm never gon' flop +People having hate in they heart +I can hear it when they talk +Know they talk bad but nothing right +Never have this fame tear me down +They tryna make me something I'm not +They gon' never [?] +Kept it real with all my fans and now I'm large (Now I'm large) +Kept it real with all my niggas from the start, this ain't no new beginning +Thousand dollars on denim, we finally winning, I'm thanking God (Thanking God) +I got the squad with me +I got the squad with me +[Chorus: Lil Baby & Lil Jairmy] +4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck +Ain't never had shit, now a nigga mad rich +I always thought I'd get a mil', I ain't never think about three or four +Now the money going up now (up now), up now (yeah) +I put diamonds on my teeth like I'm from uptown (uptown) +Now she tryna come around and let me fuck now (fuck now) +I done gave 'em my all only to get let down (let down) +Only to get let down (let down) + +[Verse 2: Lil Jairmy] +Way I'm running with that sack, might score a touchdown +And when I Come back with that pack, gon' buy a bustdown +For running quick + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +4 by 4 truck, pull up big as fuck +Ain't never had shit, now a nigga mad rich +I always thought I'd get a mil', I ain't never think about three or four +Now the money going up now (up now), up now (yeah) +I put diamonds on my teeth like I'm from uptown +Now she tryna come around and let me fuck now +I done gave 'em my all only to get let down +Only to get let downEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trust[Intro: Young Scooter] +Yeah +Yeah Lil Baby +You a real street nigga +You really can't trust these niggas man +Yeah I got 4 Pockets Full too, nigga + +[Chorus: Young Scooter] +These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them +All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them +I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them +All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them +Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga +Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch +So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant +4 Pockets Full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Me and Black Amigo Scooter on the backstreets servin' +I ain't never had a job but I'm always working +I just sold a thousand pounds, man, my week went perfect +I can't trust you pussy niggas 'cause I know y'all lurking +My lawyers sold me out so I can't trust them +My nigga Long kept it solid, gotta trust him +Paper, paper, paper, that's the only option +That money on me, nigga, ask your bitch, I got it +Hundred thousand, all hundreds stuffed in all my pockets +I ain't got no fuckin' license, I don't plan on stopping +Got the gang in this bitch, who the fuck gon' stop me? +I'm the topic of discussion, all these bitches talkin' +[Chorus: Young Scooter] +These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them +All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them +I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them +All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them +Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga +Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch +So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant +4 Pockets Full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich + +[Verse 2: Young Scooter] +Me and Lil Baby cocaine crazy +Jugg king, an 80's baby +4 Pockets Full with dead presidents, that's on the daily +We don't trust these lawyers, they tried to play me +I don't trust these plugs, they snitchin' daily +A nigga text my phone about some bricks, boy, you talkin' crazy +Young Scooter, I'm a trap scholar, just like Teezy Dollar +You a broke boy with no hustle, waitin' on your partner +I'm the boss man of my hood but I ain't the only boss +Real street nigga, I always watch out for the triple cross +You got caught with ten bricks and you snitched then that's a double loss +We remixed the weed and sent it back like we couldn't get it off +You shouldn't trust your jeweler, nigga, take that fake ass jewelry off +A hundred mil in five years, nigga, watch how I pull it off +Scooter! +[Chorus: Young Scooter] +These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them +All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them +I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them +All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them +Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga +Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch +So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant +4 Pockets Full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LIL BABY | FUNK FLEX | #Freestyle147[Intro: Lil Baby, Funk Flex] +What's up this your boy Lil Baby +New album 'My Turn' out right now +And I'm right here at Hot97 with Funk Flex +Finna turn up +Yessir, download that lit Digital DJ's app right now +Funk Flex, Lil Baby, we here +I mean, album out, whoof +Whew +Heater too +Fasho +Whoof +Ok, DJ Juanito what you got bruh, ooh +Yeah +Ooh +My turn +My turn out everywhere +Ooh +Let's get it foo +Ooh + +[Verse: Lil Baby] +Me getting rich, no coincidence +She with domestic shit +I had to leave the bitch +I get cheques and they be confidential +Yeah my numbers crazy, I don't need a bitch +Lamborghini with the top off +Tryna do the dash, fuck a speeding ticket +Fuck around and got my gang cracking +Different labels wanna have a meeting with me +Bitches lying like she creeping with me +Knowing down well she ain't sleeping with me +In the summer time I had a heater with me +Who the fuck was saying I ain't lit? +I just spent 20 racks on my kids outfit +Baby mama bum, she don't got shit +Why you tell my son that I'm not shit? +You know I'm the reason that he got shit +Rolls Royce truck off white like butter +All these niggas in trouble +All these hoes been fucking +Dawg you can love her, don't trust her +Ain't even flexed my muscles +And I had to bust his bubble +I ain't too rich for no scuffle +You try me I'm bucking +Fucking them hoes then bucking +Told her go slow when you sucking +You won't know when I'm cumming +How you be humble with all of this money +Can't go back to nothing, it's different for me +Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior +I put on that shit like that shit be for free +All this turn up, turn up, turn up +Magic City man and I keep this bitch +I be stepping on niggas they under my f- +Keep my Glock in my hand ain't no-one to deceit +Yeah, you won't even know what's now +All of us on our cars +All of our jewellery flawless +All of us getting to the motherfucking money +You won't even know what's now +All of our jewellery flawless +All of us on our cars +All of us getting to the motherfucking money +[Outro: Lil Baby, Funk Flex]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ran Up[Verse] +I get, I get money all the time (Time) +Patek and a Cuban, put it on, it's water time +I got foreign bitches tryna stroke on the line (On the line) +One says she gon’ suck me loose, the other one'll end up spyin' +Goddamn, she fine (damn, she fine) +Read between the lines of what I’m tellin' you (Tellin' you) +I've been tryna... run up on all these revenue +Had to see my dawg's face on the news +Ain't been home, but a cool two +And still ran up my mills +Still got a deal, yeah +Still keep them hunnas in a fuckin' vacuum seal, yeah +It's so crazy how these niggas want my spot (Want my spot) +It’s so crazy that that bitch actin’ like a thot (Yeah) +She wanna drain me and take everything I got (I got) +Know it hurt they stomach when they see me at the lot +But I ain't worryin’ about them niggas +I'm just comin' for the top, yeah +They on my jock, and they watch it and they copy it + +[Outro] +All the time (All the time) +A-a-all the time +All the timeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Large[Chorus] +Maybach parked outside +Take up two parking spots +Barely old enough to drive +I been gettin' way too high +Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large +Everybody livin' large +Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large +Everybody livin' large + +[Verse] +Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody +Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby +Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large +Five star restaurants +Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front +Hawks game, we on the floor +Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio +Take my dogs all around the globe +Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go +Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold +I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told +Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin' free Steve +We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe +I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands +Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it +Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it +We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it +I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news +So much money on the floor like we just left a move +Shootouts in broad day with the cops +Nigga it ain't safe on my block +Nigga came a long way from rocks +I can not go home without the guap +We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot +We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going +Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool +Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school +Hellcat goin' real fast +Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focusedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Take Off[Intro: Lil Baby] +Cook that shit up, Quay +Take off, take off + +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Stay down, get that money, take off (take off) +Got three hundred bands in a Goyard (Goyard) +All my niggas know it's go hard +If I send the word they gon' come and take your face off (face off) +I ain't never gon' stop (nah) +Guarantee I'm gon' pop (I'm gon' pop) +Drop an album, I won't flop (I won't flop) +Standing on the stage, I'm a star (star) +This shit wasn't easy, I had to work hard + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Goin' to school in a hotbox +They killed my nigga Juan, damn near broke my heart +I'm goin' number one when I hit the charts +Riding 'round with a lot of money so I keep my Glock +I blew up super fast, guess that's why they mad +Touch my chain, murder scene, body bag +I do this for all the shit I never had +Gotta be her for my niece, ain't got no father, I'm her dad +You remember we was skipping school +Going on the move, fucked around and made the news +I'm so glad we didn't get caught +Looking back on it, I'm like damn I came far +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Stay down, get that money, take off (take off) +Got three hundred bands in a Goyard (Goyard) +All my niggas know it's go hard +If I send the word they gon' come and take your face off (face off) +I ain't never gon' stop (nah) +Guarantee I'm gon' pop (I'm gon' pop) +Drop an album, I won't flop (I won't flop) +Standing on the stage, I'm a star (star) +This shit wasn't easy, I had to work hard + +[Verse 2: Snap Dogg] +Stayed down and came up, had to get my change up +Only fuck with day ones, hell nah we can't change up +Niggas ain't clutching for real, niggas ain't toting the steel +Niggas ain't working for real, all of my niggas want M's +They love when I'm up in the booth +They know that I'm speaking the truth +They feeling my pain, this shit is insane +They know when I'm telling the truth +For the change I'll blow off your roof +And your partner, he gettin' it too +It's a tag on his head, green light on his ass +Hell yeah, go kill his whole crew +I done came up in the city and these niggas wanna hate +I can't fuck with niggas 'cause they really turned snake +I ain't got time for these hoes +I'm on the road doing shows around the globe +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +Stay down, get that money, take off (take off) +Got three hundred bands in a Goyard (Goyard) +All my niggas know it's go hard +If I send the word they gon' come and take your face off (face off) +I ain't never gon' stop (nah) +Guarantee I'm gon' pop (I'm gon' pop) +Drop an album, I won't flop (I won't flop) +Standing on the stage, I'm a star (star) +This shit wasn't easy, I had to work hardEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Plug[Intro] +I'm on that Yo Gotti off the top of the head shit +Shout out to the plug +Tryin' not to go fed shit +Yeah, for sure +Double shout out to the plug, two times +Freestyle + +[Chorus] +Yeah, shout out to my plug, he show me love +Shout out to my plug, he keep bringing all these drugs +Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs +I ain't never ever thought about runnin' off on the plug, yeah +Shout out to the plug, that's why I'm up +Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs +Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs +I ain't never thought about runnin' off on the plug + +[Verse 1] +Shout out to the plug, he got me super straight +I'm super good, I'm living great +All my pockets super straight +Shout out to the plug, I got them things for cheap +No Kodak, I smoke broccoli +I swear I got that guap on me +Shout out to the plug, got me flexin' in the club +I'm the first young nigga come through Magic, spend a dub +I got fifty on my neck, 'nother dub on my wrist +I got twenty in my ear, when I talk my shit just glist' +These bitches waitin' on me +Got they baby daddies hatin' on me +Make sure you tell 'em that that paper on me +Make sure you tell 'em I ain't never running +Heard them niggas coming for 'em, tell 'em niggas push up on me +[Chorus] +Show me, show me, show me love +Shout out to my plug, he keep bringing all these drugs +Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs +I ain't never ever thought about runnin' off on the plug, yeah +Shout out to the plug, that's why I'm up +Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs +Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs +I ain't never thought about runnin' off on the plug + +[Verse 2] +I don't count it, I just get it, put it up, do it again +All these bitches mad at me 'cause I'm fuckin' on they friends +Hundred twenty-three thousand, I just went crazy again +All white glass coupe, I'm a fuckin' loose screw +Hangin' out the sunroof in that SRT Jeep +I can't wait 'til that track car come out, I'm gon' be first on the street +Yeah, I got P's for the low +Twenty-five, five low +Rest in peace to Shawty Lo +I'm gettin' money on them niggas +I know they see it, I be stuntin' on them niggas +Stop hatin', nigga, put the bag behind the kid +And I did what I did +I ain't have to hit no licks, ten toes in the bricks +I'm gettin' money, nigga +[Chorus] +Show me, show me, show me love +Shout out to my plug, he keep bringing all these drugs +Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs +I ain't never ever thought about runnin' off on the plug, yeah +Shout out to the plug, that's why I'm up +Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs +Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs +I ain't never thought about runnin' off on the plugEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Baby Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #117[Verse 1] +Mr. Planet had to hop on a lear +[?], these are mirrors +Goin' crazy, had a hell of a year +Big dog when I look in the mirror +Solitary, five carats, my ear +Foreign vibes, I be gettin' 'em here +Off-White jacket, Louis pants, I got [?] +Porsche Panamera, switchin' the gears +I'm the fashion god, I don't gotta drip +Just one hunnid, keep on sendin' these hits +Big blue truck, bitch I'm a crip +Layin' off in my city, Jay Prince +Any disrespect, he gotta get flipped +Not a cheap jeep, bitch it's a benz +Ran it up and I ain't fuckin' wit' them +Bitches mad 'cause I'm fuckin' they friends +I ain't trippin', we could cut off the end +[?] in my account, I got Ms +Free all the bros down the road doin' ten +When they come home we gon' do it again +I don't give a fuck about havin' no friends +Don't give a fuck about havin' no friendsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +906*[Intro] +Remy + +[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] +First it was a Rollie +Then I bought a Patek +Then I bought a Richie +Then I bought a AP +Everything on freezer +We be goin' crazy +Me and PnB, me and Lil Baby +Big 40's and a whole lotta' 80's +See it through the t-shirt, I ain't got to say it +Big Glocks and it ain't even got a safety +Don't look at me crazy + +[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] +I ain't worry bout my old hoes +Bitch I'm so cold +Wrist on froze, my Patek Rose Gold +Pinky snow cone +Throw it back, get on your elbow +Fuck your cell phone +Yeah i heard you put in work +Come and get your throat +Bone +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +I ain't bragging, all my cars push-start +....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trending Freestyle[Chorus] +I'm trending, I'm trending +Shootin' dice, shirt off in the middle of Memphis, of Memphis +I know them niggas hitters so all the sticks came with me, with me +Shootin' ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty, a fifty +It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin' busy, busy +Niggas screaming they don't like me +Fuck them niggas, we can get it, get it +Nigga shot at the Sprinter, not a shot didn't even hit it, hit it +Soon as we find out who did it, he gon' come up missin', missin' +Go against me, lose your life, this shit can get risky, risky + +[Verse 1] +Ah shit, ah shit +I'm in the booth with a carbon +Niggas be sayin' they gon' rob me +See them niggas, they keep walkin' +I'm with my dogs, they barking +Any problems, then they sparking +We was posted up on Spark +Tryna get it in the dark +Nigga we gettin' it, we gettin' +I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph so this shit ain't my business, my business +You need a pack and the money good, I'ma send it, send it +My youngins shootin' shit, they don't give a fuck, they ign'ant, they ign'ant +I ain't goin' back and forth, a nigga better not diss me +I did my time on my own +Stood up like a man and claimed that shit +Every time I turn around, a pussy nigga got my name in shit +I bust it down with my niggas, I do my show with my glizzy +Fuckin' other niggas' bitches, Hi-Tech on me, I been sippin' +They just keep on takin' pictures, they know me +[Chorus] +I'm trending, I'm trending +Shootin' dice, shirt off in the middle of Memphis, of Memphis +I know them niggas hitters so all the sticks came with me, with me +Shootin' ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty, a fifty +It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin' busy, busy +Niggas screaming they don't like me +Fuck them niggas, we can get it, get it +Nigga shot at the Sprinter, not a shot didn't even hit it, hit it +Soon as we find out who did it, he gon' come up missin', missin' +Go against me, lose your life, this shit can get risky, risky + +[Verse 2] +I'm in this bitch with Lil Marlo +I'm sippin' syrup by the bottle, yeah yeah +Bitches love me, they gon' follow +They gon' bust it for a dollar, yeah yeah +Zay, that my brother, swear that I love him +Nigga try him, we gon' bust, it get ugly +Me and Big Dre was fucked up together +I found a plug and sent some pounds to the ghetto +I had to sell some bags to make a profit +I get the money, ain't no other option +Ain't cuffin' no bitch, I don't fuck with the coppin' +Get the bag and bust it down with my partners +I'm trending +Built Ford tough, I ain't foldin', I ain't bending, bending +Count the money last night and this shit was a million, million +I had a vision I was gon' be rich +I spent a whole seventy on my wrist +I won't go in if my lil niggas can't get in +They was frontin' on a nigga back then +Now I done fucked her and all of her friends +She'll never give that answer again +They ain't write when I was stuck in the pen +Guess them niggas couldn't find a pen +[Chorus] +I'm trending, I'm trending +Shootin' dice, shirt off in the middle of Memphis, of Memphis +I know them niggas hitters so all the sticks came with me, with me +Shootin' ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty, a fifty +It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin' busy, busy +Niggas screaming they don't like me +Fuck them niggas, we can get it, get it +Nigga shot at the Sprinter, not a shot didn't even hit it, hit it +Soon as we find out who did it, he gon' come up missin', missin' +Go against me, lose your life, this shit can get risky, riskyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ballin*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +...Thuggin' +It's so real and you know when I'm taxin' +Get to ballin', I'ma score, I'm not passin' +Got no girls but one hoe, know I ain't clashin' it +I done ran up a dub on they ass again +For the streets, I'm the voice, I'm a African +Ask the plug, that's the most he done ever seen +Niggas broke, what's the most you could never spend? +Gettin' paid, this the most I done ever savedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Baby Freestyle With DJ Clue[Verse] +Yeah, yeah +Got my ways from the block +Not my dad, no shame on my pops +Tryna change the game and how I rock +My son be saying Glock +My mans still selling weed but he ain't me so I can't tell him stop +Then again I'm happy its just weed and he ain't selling block +Young, rich, and black hopping out Maybachs +Build my catalogue up get some artists so I can lay back +Thought I was dumb but I got too much sense under this A hat +Answer every call I know its hard I told him we gonna shake back +All the shit we done when we was young I'm guessing this is payback +Heard they give you deals for meals somebody tell me where I pay at +Heard you still be in the field been here for years this where I'm safe at +Me, God, and Ben Frank' the only ones know where my safe at +Fuck all that being calm I bought a foreign its on the way back +Had a spot on every street it ain't no condo we ain't play at +In your heart know I'm the one seem like your tongue won't let you say that +We gonna fire all our arms this your warning nigga stay back +Baguetti spaghetti all on my arm I used to starve +M in my garage I really used to steal cars +Petty shit don't bother me I know I was gonna go far +Only thing that bothers me is my sons without their fathers +Im just being honest +Never show no feelings about money thats a women's trait +My momma good, my sister's good, I turned up my whole fucking hoodEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kingpin*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Verse] +Prolly never set the time on my watch, this shit the flex for me +You say she ain't hittin', she get wet for me +I was in the trenches tryin' my best to be a kingpin +Crushed the whole last year, now it's time to go again +Can't wait 'til this virus end, I'm packin' out my shows again +Used to want two hunnid, now it's four, you know I double shit +Soon as I catch them I'm gon' get up, I ain't on no cutter shit +Try to fuck my bitch behind my back, that ain't no brother shit +Catch me out in traffic in some other shit +I done everything I wanted to do, I made another mil' +[...] YEEZY +Diamonds dancin' on me, Chris Breezy +Swеar EST Gee the new Jeezy +Come through in that CR1 creepin', crawlin' +Pay attеntion, you already peep us ballin' +Eight times out of ten, this shit I'm sayin' is really real +Went so hard last year, my label gave me twenty Ms +I'm cool with that, you shoot at me, I'm shootin' back +Glock .23, a fool with that, bitch, this a Demon, it's not a 'Cat +Took my semen and left her scratch +Guess this her lil' evidence +I'm the one who really run this shit, I swear it's evident, ah, yeah +How you comin'? With a lotta money +Hunnids, dubs gon' take too long to count +Yeah, put a dub in lil' bro mouth, yeah +Play with us, we gun you down, yeah +Yeah, this jacket, it's Dior, I remember bein'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cheap[Intro:] +Cook that shit up, Quay + +[Verse 1:] +We used to play the game on the porch +My momma was trippin, we couldn’t have company +I used to think I would never accomplish it +Still can’t believe the day that I accomplished it +I turned Balenciagas to some trap shoes +I don’t dance I make trap moves +All these hoes on me since I ran it up +Got so many groupies, start a fan club +Got so many choppas, start a gun club +If I’m down bad I might give it up +When we catch yo’ ass, nigga that’s yo’ ass +All my lil boys, we gon’ wet you up +Get a Instagram model to set you up +Get that hoe a dub, she won’t say a word +I was on the curb, took a lot of nerve +Took a lot of pеrcs, now I’m sellin’ birds + +[Chorus:] +I been gettin’ money and staying lowkеy +And I’m never gon’ fall, imma stay on my feet +How the fuck you gon’ cuff her you know she a freak +If I blow up today imma stay in the streets +How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap? +Bags so cheap +How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap? +Bags so cheap +[Verse 2:] +Hundred racks on me now nigga +All this water on me, you will drown nigga +I was runnin’ round sellin’ pounds nigga +Who the hell is you? I never heard of you +Got some lil homies that’ll murder you +They will gun you down for a pair of shoes +I turned a brick to a brick and a half +And that shit glass, you do the math + +[Chorus:] +I been gettin’ money and staying lowkey +And I’m never gon’ fall, imma stay on my feet +How the fuck you gon’ cuff her you know she a freak +If I blow up today imma stay in the streets +How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap? +Bags so cheap +How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap? +Bags so cheapEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +FashionLyrics to this song have not yet been released. Please check back once this song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Made It*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Lil Baby] +We done made it to another year, I'm swipin' all my cards again +Everything is the latest, can't complain 'cause I made it +Who am I gon' judge? I don't never hold nothin' +I don't never hold grudges +Went to Miami for a concert +Hit Chanel store for my [?] +I spent three hundred on the Mercedes +If I keep going, I'll be the greatest +I put... + +...Celtics +Tried to quit the lean but I can't help it +I'll be rich as fuck until I'm breathless +Made a million bucks today for breakfast +Therе's not a lot of us, we don't need extras +Real Atlanta nigga, free lil Yola, I ain't gon' lеt up + +[Lil Kee] +Yeah [?] understand +Two stacks on me when I pull on the Glock, don't need no helping hand, uh, uh, uhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sunday Morning[Chorus] +Soon as I push up, I get in my car( yeah) +I only drank acurin, I don't take bar +Ran my stats up, fuck on stars +Whenever my mood change, I switch my cars +Diamonds on blue wrath came through dripping like a Sunday morning +I just been stacking patient, this birthday prolly ride me a fari +Still bought it hard like Jordan, walk in the back with my forty +Everywhere i go they recording, stay down now important + +[Verse 1] +Real street nigga i ain't fighting nah, we don't do one on ones +Fuck you think we taking chances riding with all these guns +I ain't ever play the flute, but i keep this band and i got this drum(yeah) +Young nigga just finish high school, but he just got a eshpill he going dumb +I seen em watching trying to get the recipe, I'll be goddamned if I let them get the best of me +Money on me no regular pedestrian, I put the dope in pots make it stress again +I pay security ain't no touching me, everything guaranteed when you fuck with me +Everything double c its a luxury, she just mad cause she can't get enough of me +There ain't no Y in team, we on that fuckery +Bitch I want mill ticket, ain't no cuffing me +Bitch you can't come with me ain't no company, how you a boss and you don't want company +Pussy good, ass fat that shit come for me, wish a nigga would, I ain't no rapper b +I be in the hood where all of the trappers be,everywhere I go I keep the strap on me + +[Chorus] +Soon as I push up,I get in my car (yeah) +I only drank acurin, I don't take bar +Ran my stats up, fuck on stars +Whenever my mood change, I switch my cars(yeah) +Diamonds on blue wrath came through dripping like a Sunday morning +I just been stacking patient, this birthday prolly ride me fari +Still bought it hard like jordan, walk in the back with my forty +Everywhere I go they recording, stay down now im important1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money, Diamonds & Violence[Verse 1] +I ain't gone tell them to blow all they money on no jewelry +You see that house yo momma live in, I'm tryna buy that bitch +You see him postin' on the gram but he ain't buyin' shit +A few pics and videos could have the world tricked +A few racks, a new bag could get yo girl hit +It's real crazy man this world that we live in +They like, "all he talk about is money, diamonds, violence" +But I'm really preaching bout what's going on around me +And they really picked up my brother up for a body +And that other shit that happened, I don't know about it +I handle it when it happen, that's how I go about it +Bettеr stand up on your word, don't be no hoe about it + +[Open Verse] + +[Verse 2] +My lil woadie gotta shotty, hе be slammin shit like Jordan +Turn my phone off when it's murder, that hoe Siri won't record me +Had to post up with no coat when it was cold but it was working +Ain't no holiday, ain't no birthday when that pack came we be working +I don't care if he be robbin', he got money we gone serve him +I don't question god, I feel like if it's dead he deserved it +Took my life out the streets, put it on beats, guess that's my purpose +Keep it real on every song I'm on, I'm guessing that's my purpose +[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boutta Blow[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I ain't sold no bags in a minute +I can't speak for none of the bros, what they do, that ain't my business +This a Hellcat when I'm ridin', not no Hemi (Skrrt, skrrt) +Image all authentic, I ain't had to pull no gimmicks +Multi-millionaire, I'm still rockin' Dickies +Just got off the phone with Pee, he told me I ain't got no limit +I'm a superstar, I still be in the trenches +I can't rock with none of you busters, man, I swear to God, I'm different, ayy +Thousand pair of white Air Force 1's, I signed with Finish Line +I'm just waitin' on your favorite cappin' rapper to finish lyin' +They already know what's up, don't play with him, give me mine +Tried to tell 'em that I was the one, I gave 'em plenty signs +Forgiato rider, I got them on every whip +Now I'm handlin' business with Doritos, I need my chip +I know if you stay down, you'll go far, go hard, don't trip +Look at me, I'm shinin' like a light from my neck to my wrist, woah + +[Chorus: Lil Baby & AK The Menace] x2 +I just brought awards back to the hood so we can toast up +I can't even say how much I'm getting for a show +I be tryin' to dodge the blogs, I'm tryin' to keep it on the low +In the studio, I'm going hard, I swear I'm 'bout to blow + +[Verse 2: AK The Menace] +Yeah, boutta blow, I deliver hits like it’s Domino’s +Four pockets full in designer clothes, I got that kick back when I go +You know my wrist wet how it glow +Marble floors take your shoes off, Forgiato when I cruise off +That ain’t the only thing in my crib with some mileage and a body kit +I body rappers make a punching bag +I uppercut into upperclass, If you try to cut I got upper mags +I’m over everything but God, I came from the dirt and you just sod +I take off a slice like a buzzsaw, I make it look easy like magic +Tada, II give her lockjaw, RIP my brother Jah Jah +I’m tryna get it for my partner, I’m a YRK like my bro Shawn +I cut off frauds, I don’t cut lawns, I keep a piece; commission +Never question my position +I’m a MVP, I’m a CEO, jit, I’m boutta Blow (Bwah) +[Chorus: Lil Baby & AK The Menace] x2 +I just brought awards back to the hood so we can toast up +I can't even say how much I'm getting for a show +I be tryin' to dodge the blogs, I'm tryin' to keep it on the low +In the studio, I'm going hard, I swear I'm 'bout to blow4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Commercial (Original)[Intro: Drake & Lil Juice] +(Tay Keith, this too hard) +(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I paid some extra before we even come out +And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin' +I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks +And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin' +Go on a store run and get rubber bands +I done got rich, I done put on my mans +Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin' +They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand +She take a trip, she come back with a tan +I take a trip, I come back with them bands +When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em +Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin' +She throw a hoodie on soon as we land +She don't like pics, I got too many fans +I'm runnin' shit, I can do what I want +And it's really a limit, you do what you can +I found the booth and I put that shit up +'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land +I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing +I swear I don't even know her name +I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance +They gave me ten M&M's on advance +Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me +I guess it was part of the plan +How he on fire, but he cool as a fan? +Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man +They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it +Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin' +I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band +Free all the bros, know I would if I can +If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it +'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin' +[Verse 2: 42 Dugg] +Yeah +Still getting 28 hundred for a bag +Belt cost a rack only reason I’m savage, flashing +500 thousand on a mansion +Another 250 boy we smashing +Got the head help her beat cancer +9 outta 10 she a dancer +Say 9 outta 9 ima bash her +Fuck her friend now she won’t answer +Bitch please + +[Verse 3: Lil Baby] +Nigga I don’t need no stylist +Told you that’s childish +My lil' boy 4 I'on even gotta style him +Probably on the jet with the bros getting higher +Rich lil' bitch she gon be the next Kylie +Rolls-Royce truck come through we gliding (Sliding) +Opps come show we ain’t doing no hiding +G-Wagon 2 years, still no mileage +Joc got life and I told him I got him +I ain’t gotta say too much we wit it +Anything happen run away we did it +If [?] come in it +Put it up by the dime every time that I get it +I know they was hoping I would lose we winning +Turn around look down Look double lieutenant +I don’t sell drugs no more I’m finished +Tell the bitch to drive the rental car then get it tented...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +December 24th (Money, Diamonds & Violence)[Verse 1] +I ain't gone tell them to blow all they money on no jewelry +You see that house yo momma live in, I'm tryna buy that bitch +You see him postin' on the gram but he ain't buyin' shit +A few pics and videos could have the world tricked +A few racks, a new bag could get yo girl hit +It's real crazy man this world that we live in +They like, "all he talk about is money, diamonds, violence" +But I'm really preaching bout what's going on around me +And they really picked up my brother up for a body +And that other shit that happened, I don't know about it +I handle it when it happen, that's how I go about it +Better stand up on your word, don't be no hoe about it + +[Open Verse] + +[Verse 2] +My lil woadie gotta shotty, he be slammin shit like Jordan +Turn my phone off when it's murder, that hoe Siri won't record me +Had to post up with no coat when it was cold but it was working +Ain't no holiday, ain't no birthday when that pack came we be working +I don't care if he be robbin', he got money we gone serve him +I don't question god, I feel like if it's dead he deserved it +Took my life out the streets, put it on beats, guess that's my purpose +Keep it real on every song I'm on, I'm guessing that's my purpose +[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wit Me[Intro] +Know what I'm sayin'? (Cook that shit up, Quay) +Studio [way?], know what I'm sayin'? I got the bros in this motherfucker with me +Know what I'm sayin'? Couple hoes runnin' 'round +Know what I'm sayin'? My ho' gon' kill me when she hear that +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +You get money and stay humble, that's the weight off (Weight off) +Got some homies that'll hit you like you way off (Way off) +Told the bros "Give me me a minute, we gon' take off", yeah +We gon' take off + +[Verse 1] +Back and forth like tennis, got a condo up in Lennox (Lennox) +Bitches all in my business (Business) +Mad they can't get this drip in (Drip in) +But it's okay (Okay) +Told my niggas it'd be okay (Okay) +I got Travis in here with me (With me), and Mackie in here with me (With me) +I got Marlo in here with me (With me), and C.N.O.T.E. in here with me (With me) +I got DT in here with me (With me), got Tito in here with me (With me) +Got [Dido ?] in here with me, all my niggas comin' with me +It's okay, oh (It's okay, oh) +All my niggas, we gon' play ball (We gon' play ball) +On the block we makin' plays, dawg (Plays, dawg) +We tryna get us a milli', we tryna get us a milli' +We tryna get us a million for our daughters and our sons (Sons), yeah +We don't play with none you niggas (No niggas) +We don't play with none you bitches (No bitches) +I'ma run me up them digits (Them digits) +Then split it with my niggas (Yeah) +[Chorus] +You get money and stay humble, that's the weight off (Weight off) +Got some homies that'll hit you like you way off (Way off) +Told the bros "Give me me a minute, we gon' take off", yeah +We gon' take off + +[Verse 2] +Fold a nigga up, matchbook +Two-thousand dollars each foot +I can tell they mad by they looks +They can't understood what we doin' +My jeweler call me "Sonny" the way I play it off (Play it off) +Diamonds on me, bangin' like I play ball (Play ball) +All these niggas throwin' like I don't play at all (Play at all) +I don't play at all (Play at all), I don't play at all (Play at all) +I go hard for my team (My team) +I really had a dream (My dream) +Most days I'm Martin Luther King (King), with some zips in my jeans (My jeans) +I was servin' to the fiends on a daily basis, yeah (Daily basis), on a daily basis +My niggas, they got cases (They cases), I swear, I hope they hope they beat 'em (Beat 'em) +Lord knows, they need they freedom (Freedom) +Got us sellin' all this reefer (Reefer) +'Cause these lawyers got fees, and we still gotta eat (I eat) +Every night I hit my knees (I do, I do), thank God for blessin' me (I do) +It's okay, dawg (Okay, dawg) +Told my niggas "It's okay, y'all" (Okay, y'all) +[Chorus] +You get money and stay humble, that's the weight off (Weight off) +Got some homies that'll hit you like you way off (Way off) +Told the bros "Give me me a minute, we gon' take off", yeah +We gon' take off + +[Outro] +Do this for my niggas, all my niggas comin' with me +We got choppers, we got semis +We got .40s with extensions +Free all of my dawgs, can't wait 'til they come home +Can't wait to put 'em on +Give 'em fifty racks or moreEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lilbaby closer friendsWe stared off is closer frindse how you turen to my girl frinedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Magnum Freestyle[Intro] +Al Geno on the track + +[Verse] +I guess they mad 'cause I got what I got, but I be laughing +Even though I ain't have much, I had a bad one +Soon as you don't what they say, they try and bash you +She already know how I play, just bring the magnum +Every car I got 'til I die gon' be the fast one +I knew I was gon' get rich sitting in the classroom +Designer garments come from Paris, ain't keeping score but I know I passed him +Make love to her with a passion +Feelings in the air and I grab one +Always keep a gold one, it fits right with my fashion +I'm not fearing no one, I put that on both sons +I done done so much for 'em, if I cut 'em off, then what? +Situation get rеal tough, but I ain't never gon' give up +Ain't nеver took it off for her, but I still found real loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lil Baby Discography ListProjects:2017:Perfect Timing↗ +Harder Than Hard↗ +2 The Hard Way↗ +Too Hard↗2018:Harder Than Ever↗ +Drip Harder↗ +Street Gossip↗2020:My Turn↗ +My Turn (Deluxe)↗2021:The Voice of the Heroes↗2017 Drops:Racks In: April 11th, 2017↗ +Days Off: April 14th, 2017↗ +9TO5: April 14th, 2017↗ +For You: April 14th, 2017↗ +100 Round: April 14th, 2017↗ +Grindin: April 14th, 2017↗ +Up: April 14th, 2017↗ +Plug: April 14th, 2017↗ +Our Year: April 14th, 2017↗ +Trust: April 14th, 2017↗ +Rider: April 15th, 2017↗ +Option: May 1st, 2017↗ +Large: July 7th, 2017↗ +Good On It (Lil Baby feature): July 10th, 2017↗ +My Dawg: July 12th, 2017↗ +A-Town: July 18th, 2017↗ +Dates: July 18th, 2017↗ +My Drip: July 18th, 2017↗ +Minute: July 18th, 2017↗ +Life: July 18th, 2017↗ +Narcs: July 18th, 2017↗ +Ride or Die: July 18th, 2017↗ +Stendo: July 18th, 2017↗ +Pink Slip: July 18th, 2017↗ +Survive Da Motion: July 18th, 2017↗ +Set Up Shop (Lil Baby feature): July 18th, 2017↗ +2 the Hard Way: October 9th, 2017↗ +Set Up Shop (Remix): October 9th, 2017↗ +Big Tymers: October 9th, 2017↗ +Rac Racing: October 9th, 2017↗ +My Nigga: October 9th, 2017↗ +Whatchu Gon Do: October 9th, 2017↗ +Time After Time: October 9th, 2017↗ +Chance: October 9th, 2017↗ +Really Did It: October 9th, 2017↗ +Trap Phone (Lil Baby feature): October 17th, 2017↗ +Bag After Bag (Lil Baby feature): October 17th, 2017↗ +Balmains (Lil Baby feature): October 23rd, 2017↗ +Pull Up (Lil Baby feature): October 23rd, 2017↗ +Fasho (Lil Baby feature): October 24th, 2017↗ +Freestyle: November 5th, 2017↗ +Vision Clear: November 6th, 2017↗ +Door Lock (Lil Baby feature): November 7th, 2017↗ +Lil Cali & Pakistan (Lil Baby feature): November 8th, 2017↗ +Usain Bolt (Lil Baby feature): November 11th, 2017↗ +Dopeboyz of America (Lil Baby feature): November 23rd, 2017↗ +Trending Freestyle: November 23rd, 2017↗ +Shit Together (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): November 23, 2017↗ +To the Top: December 1st, 2017↗ +Money: December 1st, 2017↗ +All of a Sudden: December 1st, 2017↗ +Money Forever: December 1st, 2017↗ +Best of Me: December 1st, 2017↗ +Ride My Wave: December 1st, 2017↗ +Hurry: December 1st, 2017↗ +Sum More: December 1st, 2017↗ +Going For It: December 1st, 2017↗ +Slow Mo: December 1st, 2017↗ +Trap Star: December 1st, 2017↗ +Eat Or Starve: December 1st, 2017↗ +Dive In: December 1st, 2017↗ +Stick On Me: December 1st, 2017↗ +My Dawg (Remix): December 5th, 2017↗ +Good Life (Lil Baby feature): December 5th, 2017↗ +The Load: December 8th, 2017↗ +Sides: December 8th, 2017↗ +Hook Up: December 8th, 2017↗ +Wrist (Lil Baby feature): December 14th, 2017↗ +Candler 2 West End (Lil Baby feature): December 25th, 2017↗2018 Drops:Racks On Des Diamonds (Lil Baby feature): January 5th, 2018↗ +Picture Perfect (Lil Baby feature): January 12th, 2018↗ +Servin (Lil Baby feature): January 12th, 2018↗ +No Point (Lil Baby feature): January 16th, 2018↗ +Take Off: January 20th, 2018↗ +I Remember (Lil Baby feature): January 25th, 2018↗ +Oh Okay (Lil Baby feature): February 2nd, 2018↗ +Shoe Box (Lil Baby feature): February 5th, 2018↗ +On My Own (Lil Baby feature): February 6th, 2018↗ +Day in My Hood (Lil Baby feature): February 9th, 2018↗ +One Day (Lil Baby feature): February 9th, 2018↗ +FWM (Lil Baby feature): February 14th, 2018↗ +Hoop Dreams (Lil Baby feature): February 14th, 2018↗ +Thug Life (Lil Baby feature): February 21st, 2018↗ +Fake Love (Lil Baby feature): February 21st, 2018↗ +Street Smart (Lil Baby feature): March 2nd, 2018↗ +MICKEY (Lil Baby feature): March 9th, 2018↗ +Up One (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2018↗ +How I Know (Lil Baby feature): March 29th, 2018↗ +I’m Gettin’ Paid (Lil Baby feature): April 10th, 2018↗ +No Socks (Lil Baby feature): April 14th, 2018↗ +Sold Out Dates (Lil Baby feature): April 17th, 2018↗ +Southside: April 23rd, 2018↗ +Never Needed No Help: April 23rd, 2018↗ +Traumatized (Lil Baby feature) [Deleted]: April 26th, 2018↗ +Gossip (Lil Baby feature): May 1st, 2018↗ +100 Racks (Lil Baby feature): May 2nd, 2018↗ +Trap House (Lil Baby feature): May 2nd, 2018↗ +Bankrupt (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): May 11th, 2018↗ +Yes Indeed: May 12th, 2018↗ +I Just Want The Cash (Lil Baby feature): May 17th, 2018↗ +Intro: May 18th, 2018↗ +Spazz: May 18th, 2018↗ +I’m Straight: May 18th, 2018↗ +Exotic: May 18th, 2018↗ +Leaked: May 18th, 2018↗ +Bank: May 18th, 2018↗ +Cash: May 18th, 2018↗ +Throwing Shade: May 18th, 2018↗ +First Class: May 18th, 2018↗ +Right Now: May 18th, 2018↗ +Life Goes On: May 18th, 2018↗ +Transporter: May 18th, 2018↗ +Fit In: May 18th, 2018↗ +Boss Bitch: May 18th, 2018↗ +Dirty Money (Lil Baby feature): May 30th, 2018↗ +This Morning (Lil Baby feature): June 3rd, 2018↗ +Today (Lil Baby feature): June 3rd, 2018↗ +Talk 2 Cheap (Lil Baby feature): June 15th, 2018↗ +Gamble (Lil Baby feature): June 15th, 2018↗ +Bout 2 Win (Lil Baby feature): June 19th, 2018↗ +Another Planet (Lil Baby feature): July 2nd, 2018↗ +Posse (Lil Baby feature): July 13th, 2018↗ +No Cutt (Lil Baby feature): August 3rd, 2018↗ +2 Official (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2018↗ +Racks on Me (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2018↗ +Blue Strips (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 17th, 2018↗ +Chanel (Go Get It) (Lil Baby feature): August 17th, 2018↗ +Looking For 30's: August 17th, 2018↗ +Walk In (Lil Baby feature): August 21st, 2018↗ +Weight (Lil Baby feature): August 22nd, 2018↗ +Drip Too Hard: September 9th, 2018↗ +Ice (Lil Baby feature): September 10th, 2018↗ +Anything Goes (Lil Baby feature): September 14th, 2018↗ +Do It (Lil Baby feature): September 17th, 2018↗ +Geek’d (Lil Baby feature): September 18th, 2018↗ +Check On Me (Lil Baby feature): September 19th, 2018↗ +Nervous (Lil Baby feature): September 20th, 2018↗ +Off The Muscle (Lil Baby feature): September 21st, 2018↗ +That Weight (Lil Baby feature): September 26th, 2018↗ +Cash Rules (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2018↗ +Sunday Morning (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2018↗ +Downfall (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2018↗ +Blue Tips (Lil Baby feature): October 1st, 2018↗ +Today (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): 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Baby feature): November 27th, 2018↗ +Far Gone (Lil Baby feature): November 30th, 2018↗ +Global: November 30th, 2018↗ +Pure Cocaine: November 30th, 2018↗ +Crush a Lot: November 30th, 2018↗ +Time: November 30th, 2018↗ +Ready: November 30th, 2018↗ +Word on the Street: November 30th, 2018↗ +This Week: November 30th, 2018↗ +Anyway: November 30th, 2018↗ +No Friends: November 30th, 2018↗ +Realist in It: November 30th, 2018↗ +Section 8: November 30th, 2018↗ +Chastised: November 30th, 2018↗ +Dreams 2 Reality: November 30th, 2018↗ +Alley Oop (Lil Baby feature): December 13th, 2018↗ +Need Sum Mo (Lil Baby feature): December 14th, 2018↗ +Had To Do It (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2018↗ +Cross Me (Lil Baby feature): December 20th, 2018↗ +can’t leave without it (Lil Baby feature): December 21st, 2018↗ +Chances Make Champions (Lil Baby feature): December 27th, 2018↗2019 Drops:Done With Her (Lil Baby feature): January 18th, 2019↗ +Times 10 (Lil Baby feature): January 18th, 2019↗ +Put a Date on It (Lil Baby feature): January 25th, 2019↗ +Run Up A Bag (Lil Baby feature): February 13th, 2019↗ +SOMETHING NEW (Lil Baby feature): February 15th, 2019↗ +Derek Fisher (Lil Baby feature): February 22nd, 2019↗ +Trap (Lil Baby feature): February 28th, 2019↗ +EX (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 8th, 2019↗ +Not Us (Lil Baby feature): March 15th, 2019↗ +Your Peace (Lil Baby feature): March 22nd, 2019↗ +SaintLaurentYSL (The Martinez Brothers Re-Edit) (Lil Baby feature): April 10th, 2019↗ +Call Me Daddy (Lil Baby feature): April 12th, 2019↗ +Got Em Mad (Lil Baby feature): April 19th, 2019↗ +Wave (Lil Baby feature): April 26th, 2019↗ +Water (Lil Baby feature): April 26th, 2019↗ +Pretty Penny (Lil Baby feature): April 26th, 2019↗ +Pain: May 14th, 2019↗ +Pony: May 17th, 2019↗ +You Stay (Lil Baby feature): May 17th, 2019↗ +Weather the Storm (Lil Baby feature): May 17th, 2019↗ +Ain’t Gone Lie (Lil Baby feature): May 24th, 2019↗ +Baby Shower (Lil Baby feature): May 27th↗ +Da Real HoodBabies (Remix) 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Something (Lil Baby feature): May 15th, 2020↗ +No Chill (Lil Baby feature): May 15th, 2020↗ +BLINDFOLD (Lil Baby feature): May 22nd, 2020↗ +Prospect (Lil Baby feature): May 22nd, 2020↗ +Neva Know (Lil Baby feature): May 22nd, 2020�� +Both Sides (Lil Baby feature): May 29th, 2020↗ +Code of tha Streets (Lil Baby feature): June 1st, 2020↗ +The Bigger Picture: June 12th, 2020↗ +One Shot (Lil Baby feature): June 18th, 2020↗ +COVID (Lil Baby feature): June 19th, 2020↗ +Flewed Out (Lil Baby feature): June 20th, 2020↗ +Drop A Tear (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗ +Back at It (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗ +Know My Rights (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗ +Monday to Sunday (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗ +For the Night (Lil Baby feature): July 3rd, 2020↗ +Loose Screws (Lil Baby feature): July 24th, 2020↗ +Don’t Wanna Do It (Lil Baby feature): July 24th, 2020↗ +Always n Forever (Lil Baby feature): July 30th, 2020↗ +Narrow Road (Lil Baby feature): July 30th, 2020↗ +She Know (Lil 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November 20th, 2020↗ +Just How I’m Feelin’: November 27th, 2020↗ +Walk (Lil Baby feature): November 27th, 2020↗ +SPEND IT (Lil Baby feature): November 27th, 2020↗ +On Me: December 4th, 2020↗ +Errbody: December 4th, 2020↗ +Sex Lies (Lil Baby feature): December 11th, 2020↗ +Face of My City (Lil Baby feature): December 11th, 2020↗ +Why Do You Lie To Me (Wierd Genius Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 11th, 2020↗ +Why Do You Lie To Me (NØ SIGNE Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗ +Sticky (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗ +Sticky (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗ +Crazy Story, Pt. 5 (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗2021 Drops:UGLY (Lil Baby feature): January 8th, 2021↗ +Trap It Out (Lil Baby feature): January 22nd, 2021↗ +Finesse Out the Gang Way (Lil Baby feature): January 29th, 2021↗ +Living Life (Lil Baby feature): February 11th, 2021↗ +Real As It Gets: March 4th, 2021↗ +Wants and Needs (Lil Baby feature): March 5th, 2021↗ +Skittles (Lil 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+Mastercard (Lil Baby feature): June 11th, 2021↗ +Trap Shit (Lil Baby feature): June 18th, 2021↗ +Find A Way (Lil Baby feature): June 18th, 2021↗ +Whole Lotta Ice (Lil Baby feature): June 30th, 2021↗EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shake The WorldLyrics From Snippet + +…I never owe em +Had to switch it up, give up my phone, so They can keep it going +Blicky got a shot, I’m taking off, you know I keep it on +Watch me shake the world to wake up, everyone was sleeping on me +Had the … + +Ain't letting them slide, and get them whacked for nothing +I’m the boss, the one who they call, when they lacking something +I’m in charge, I’ll stand fot it, can’t look back for nothing +Big dawg, I’m a real problem, you niggas little puppies +Big swag, a bag mask, we be all lovey dovey +Good relationships…..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +StreetsI came from the streets yea yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Alien [Ref Track]Lyrics From Snippet + +[Verse] +[?] diamonds back [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Chill (Original)[Intro] +(Southside on the track, yeah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Tried to dumb me down but I'm too rich to act like I was broke +Gucci store, seventy-five hundred on a leather coat +Free the bro, yeah, I probably say that shit in every song +That corner store held me down, I didn't have nowhere else to go +We kickin' doors, Brendan had no clothes, his mom was on the dope +We switching up, got our hands on a pistol, we started stickin' up +Just give it up, he got a bad temper, he be quick to bust +My life was rough, we wasn't going to school, we tryna run it up +Walk to the bluff, free lil' Jaq and D, can't say that shit enough +Stolen truck, we got on the chase but we had got away +Antonio make it, Lupo caught the case, that shit there was cray +Marco survived, he got in another Wraith, somebody died +I been in the streets since I was nine, for real +Think this money got me traumatized, I ain't got no time to chill +I know if a bitch won't, then my mama will +I can't lie, I popped a lot of pills to get me in my mode, but I can't take no more +All this pain, I don't know how to feel +I was taught if you gon' take it, go on and take it, I don't know how to steal +Fuck the opps, we gotta killl +Slide back on the same drill +Let the stick head out the window, I'ma drive the wheel +[Verse 2: Rylo Rodrguez] +Cuban link around my neck even though I'm a nigga, yeah +Tennis chains, I'd probably shoot my shot at Serena Williams (Yeah, yeah) +I did some shit beyond said (Beyoncé) way 'fore I heard about Jigga ('Bout Jigga) +Where I'm from, you got a felony warrant, you still gotta keep a pistol +Break it down and trap it (Trap it), wrap it up in the plastic (Trappin') +Lil' ho, she too savage, fuckin' her friend baby daddy +I had to crash in the trap house, cuz that bed had too much traffic +I know George shoot this bitch like Stackhouse like he play for the Mavericks (Rollin') +Geekin' in the club, move around the crowd, get it +She said she'd let me fuck, I was just finna ask if my dawg hit it +I witnessed some dope boys six feet that got rich off midget +I had fucked a cougar, she ain't even know these thousand-dollar britches +I can't be playin' with these niggas, can't be playin' with these hoes +All the youngins know is doors locked even though keys open doors +Know it's open safe, even my woman getting cake +No money in my pocket, I left it at the bank +5k on a lil outfit, I wore it two days +Sixteen hundred on some Hi-Tech, drank it in two days +Had to report so he prolly gettin' rich +If I die 'fore all my opps, make sure they get spinned (On God) +Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet +Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet +Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet +No phone, I hit the whore, how she came off the backpage +Sports car, athlete, money ball like NBA +Who your broad? She got bad kids but her head great +Forty K, all dubs, feel like dead weight +I'm fuckin' this hoe from London, she kept on sayin' MaxEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Run It Upp[Chorus: Offset] +I got too many time +Spend a mill +Pie face set my grill +I put her on percocet pills +Put her on Adderall feel like the strip +I heard these lil boys lame for real +I ain't got stained for real +Droppin’ the top +Let the brain spill +I put codeine in my vein to seal +Got raw baguettes on my chunk of piece +B*t*h got me neck off the coco leaf +Put the price on your head +Cost a jubilee +Baby just got the head +Get it ooh to me (uh) +Ice and Patеks +I don't do flights +I do checks (yah) +Ice on my neck +Bitе like Mike Tyson no flex +Let my guy keep the TEC +Cause he got license and threat +Shoot fly b*t*h +Impress her +Got my guy for that check +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +Standin' on stage +Doin’ my thing +Throwin' up gang signs +Balenciaga runner jacket matching +They was on the swag don't try to jack it +I was gettin' for the low and testin' +I was tryna put it in the mattress +I was tryna put it in the oven +Make it up it up like a new pot +Run it up, run it up, run it up, fast +Me and my dawg need high +I'm in a wraith, they call me d-23 +Run through the eighth +I got a .223 +I want that La Ferrari got to run it up +Get the money then I put it up +You water it down, In that b*t*h got it mudded up +Flew her out then she sl*tted up + +[Chorus: Offset] +I got too many time +Spend a mill +Pie face set my grill +I put her on percocet pills +Put her on Adderall feel like the strip +I heard these lil' boys lame for real +I ain't got stained for real +Droppin’ the top +Let the brain spill +I put codeine in my vein to seal +Got raw baguettes on my chunk of piece +B*t*h got me neck off the coco leaf +Put the price on your head +Cost a jubilee +Baby just got the head +Get it ooh to me (uh) +Ice and Pateks +I don’t do flights +I do checks (yah) +Ice on my neck +Bite like Mike Tyson no flex +Let my guy keep the TEC +Cause he got license and threat +Shoot fly b*t*h +Impress her +Got my guy for that check +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +41, pill on me lil' b*t*h dome +B*t*h don’t wanna give me head then b*t*h don't +Made a couple million off a flip phone +Then I switch it up to rappin' +I ain't ever home I’m always gone +Two for the trenches +We had them pounds in a trash bag +I'll turn your man to a hashtag +2018 we go too fast +They deported my amigo +He had like 30 bricks in the condo +Before I went over re-po +Comin' out 75 with a truckload +So I went over re-po +Comin' out 75 wi- + +[Chorus: Offset] +I got too many time +Spend a mill +Pie face set my grill +I put her on percocet pills +Put her on Adderall feel like the strip +I heard these lil' boys lame for real +I ain't got stained for real +Droppin' the top +Let the brain spill +I put codeine in my vein to seal +Got raw baguettes on my chunk of piece +B*t*h got me neck off the coco leaf +Put the price on your head +Cost a jubilee +Baby just got the head +Get it ooh to me (uh) +Ice and Pateks +I don't do flights +I do checks (yah) +Ice on my neck +Bite like Mike Tyson no flex +Let my guy keep the TEC +Cause he got license and threat +Shoot fly b*t*h +Impress her +Got my guy for that checkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Baby StartLyrics From Snippet + +….[?] We just sold another truckload +Bought her everything in SoHo +She can’t keep me on the low-low +You know I’m a big deal, you know I got big dripEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +MentalXxEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Off meWhat happinin chi chi? + +Fill a bando up with band give the little bro a job you can come hftfmghgfuyget rich with usEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Top Tools For Java Application DevelopersAt present, Java is more popular than different programming language. It is also a programming language that's used broadly by way of developers for building desktop GUI software, web programs, web offerings and cell apps. + +But the builders nonetheless want robust frameworks, IDEs and improvement equipment to jot down the applications in Java swiftly and correctly. More Info right here- Java beginners tutorial today. + +Each developer also has choice to select from many Java frameworks, IDEs, and development equipment in line with his specific wishes. + +Overview of 10 Widely Used Java Frameworks, IDEs, and Development Tools + +1) Spring MVC + +Spring is one of the mature and famous Java internet frameworks available in the marketplace. In addition to helping version-view-controller (MVC) software program improvement paradigm, Spring additionally simplifies commonplace programming duties like database integration, net services creation, and safety. The programmers additionally have option to use Spring Boot to create Java internet packages that may be deployed without dealing with out complicated XML configurations. Spring Boot similarly comes with a number of production-equipped functions like health assessments, metrics and externalized configuration. The most current model of the framework further comes with a command line device that lets in programmers to run Groovy scripts, and prototype web software quick the use of Spring. + +2) JavaServer Faces Technology (JSF) + +Oracle has advanced JavaServer Faces Technology (JSF) as the respectable Java EE web framework. The framework evolved via Java network system enables programmers to create server-aspect consumer interfaces unexpectedly. It allows customers to create websites rapidly through retaining the presentation layer break free utility common sense. The developers may even use the JavaServer Faces UI factor tags to attach the application logic and presentation layers of the venture without writing any additional code. The members of the community additionally offer new JavaServer Faces APIs regularly to simplify Java internet utility improvement method. + +3) Vaadin + +Vaadin makes it simpler for programmers to write server-aspect components of unmarried-web page web programs in Java. The builders can also use to Vaadin to broaden net UIs with HTML. They can similarly take benefit of the robust Vaadin Elements containing a variety of custom designed HTML factors for enterprise applications. They can even use components like charts, information grids and blend container to increase the Google Polymer library. The equipment furnished by using Vaadin Pro similarly help developers to make their web packages more interactive and mobile-pleasant, together with lowering coding time substantially. + +4) Google Web Toolkit (GWT) + +The web toolkit from Google allows builders to make the internet packages extra responsive by way of compiling the Java code into JavaScript. As JavaScript is supported by way of every contemporary web browser, the compilation complements the website's accessibility and performance. The GWD SDK consists of a compiler and a development server, in conjunction with center Java APIs and widgets. These components allow developers to write down customer-facet programs in Java, after which deploy the frontend code as JavaScript. At the equal time, the GWT compiler optimizes the code base by eliminating useless code and lowering overall performance bottlenecks. + +5) Grails +Grails is a model of Ruby on Rails for Java platform written in Groovy programming language. The programmers can integrate Grails seamlessly with the Java Virtual Machine (JVM). They also have option to enlarge and beautify the framework by both developing custom plug-ins or the use of current plug-ins. At the same time, they can also avail numerous advanced capabilities supplied through the framework along with NoSQL help, incorporated ORM, asynchronous programming, and compile-time meta-programming. The users can also take advantage of domain-unique languages to effectuate querying, validation and markup rendering. + +6) Play Framework + +In addition to being a MVC net framework, Play is also designed with features to simplify development of web services. The framework in addition helps more than one JVM-based programming languages which includes Java and Scala. Features like stateless services and asynchronous I/O make Play extraordinary from other Java net frameworks. The customers can further take gain of the code refresh function of the framework to test the effect of changes made to the code right away without rebuilding or restarting the whole task. Play further enables programmers to avail a wide kind of plug-ins, trying out tools, and IDEs even as assisting developers to build scalable web applications. + +7) Dropwizard + +As a present day and light-weight framework, Dropwizard enables developers to construct and installation both Java internet programs and web offerings. It in addition specializes in the glue between numerous components to offer an included improvement experience to programmers. The present day model of Dropwizard similarly takes benefits of the new features included in Java 8 to decorate the software's compatibility and security. It similarly allows programmers to monitor and verify the behaviour of the code in manufacturing surroundings the usage of Metric libraries. + +8) Eclipse + +The open supply IDE is written in Java, and designed with functions to simplify improvement of quite a few Java programs. It supports predominant platforms like Windows, Linux and OS X. The customers can without problems customize Eclipse in line with their specific desires through the usage of a extensive range of plug-ins and extensions. They may even avail a set of useful capabilities furnished by means of Eclipse including Windows Builder, XML Editors and Tools, Maven Integration, Git Team Provider, Mylyn Task List, and Code Recommenders Developer Tools. + +9) NetBeans + +The open source IDE is written in Java, and enables developers to construct desktop, web and mobile apps with Java. In addition to being pass-platform, NetBeans additionally supports an array of programming languages further to Java. The customers can in addition build plenty of Java packages efficaciously with the aid of availing the robust functions provide with the aid of NetBeans which includes brief and clever code modifying, GUI development equipment, static analysis gear, debugger and profiler. Also, NetBeans make it simpler for programmers to update their existing packages to Java 8. + +10) JSource + +Despite being a lightweight IDE, JSource comes with functions to facilitate go-platform software improvement with Java. It is also developed completely with Swing factor. JSource is also designed with capabilities to help programmers to create, edit, compile and run a whole lot of Java documents correctly. However, it supports syntax highlighting for several programming languages similarly to Java. The Java programmers additionally have option to combine JSource with other broadly used Java frameworks and improvement equipment. + +On the complete, Java builders have option to pick from many frameworks, IDEs and development gear. But each tool might not complement all wishes of each project. Hence, the developer need to select the right Java development equipment in line with the necessities of man or woman initiatives. He can even take into account combining these frameworks, IDEs and improvement equipment to decorate the capability and performance of Java programs.EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Nasty Nasty[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +I like 'em nasty +Real nasty, yeah +She like me, I'm nasty +I like her, she nasty, yeah + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty +I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty (Real nasty, yeah) +I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty (Ooh) +I like 'em nasty, nasty (Ooh), I like 'em nasty, nasty + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +I like to jump in that pussy and suck on them fingers +I promise you, girl, I don't miss +Squeeze on that ass while I rub on your asshole +While you motorbike up on the dick +Suck on my dick and I give you a kiss +Ugh, guess I'm a nasty lil' bitch +I'm with the shit, yes, I'm with the shit +If you fuckin' with me, then you fuckin' it big +I know some lil' booties who nasty (Woo) +I got some big booties who nasty (Woo) +This who I go to when I wan' be happy +'Cause they nasty, nasty (Nasty) +I like a bitch who go do what I tell her +Suck on that dick in some freezing cold weather +Play with that pussy right there in the car +Fuck all that rubber, she want that dick raw +She got that wet-wet certified +Takin' you there when she look in your eye +Wet-wet, slip and slide +Know I'm tryna slip and slide (Yeah) +I'm in that pussy and I like to take (Yeah) +Taste like that Act' in a good Fanta grape +On that X, trippin', me and bae +Ate her ass, Kevin Gates (Know what I like) +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Mulatto] +I like 'em nasty, nasty (Yeah), I like 'em nasty, nasty (I like 'em nasty) +I like 'em nasty, nasty (I like 'em nasty), I like 'em nasty, nasty (Real nasty, yeah) +I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty (Yeah, mmh) +I like 'em nasty, nasty (Yeah), I like 'em nasty, nasty + +[Verse 2: Mulatto] +He like 'em nasty (Mmh) +Freaky as fuck, but she classy (Classy) +Suck on that dick without askin' (Ooh) +Swallow them kids in the back seat (Yeah) +He put his thumb in (Thumb in) +Hit from the back, ain't no runnin' (Uh) +Hit from the side and I'm cummin' (Cummin') +Turn around, let him nut on my stomach (Mmh, yeah) +Ridin' his face, nigga, eat up the clit (Yeah) +Look in his eyes when I lick on the tip +Taking his soul when I dance on the dick (Ooh) +Spit in my mouth, I'm with all of that shit +Hit with no rubber, bae, I wanna feel it +Shoot the club up with my legs to the ceiling +Hands 'round my neck, swear this boy tryna kill me +Yeah, we get busy off the Henny + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +I like 'em nasty, nasty (Yeah), I like 'em nasty, nasty (I like 'em nasty) +I like 'em nasty, nasty (I like 'em nasty), I like 'em nasty, nasty (Real nasty, yeah) +I like 'em nasty, nasty, I like 'em nasty, nasty (Nasty) +I like 'em nasty, nasty (Bitch, I'm nasty), I like 'em nasty, nasty5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Betrayed[Intro] +Dear God +I ask you to make my heart cold tonight +From all strangers all bustas +You know what im talking about? +Father God I been betrayed +Cause I been betrayed +Feel like they beat me like a slave +How many niggas been betrayed out there tonight +Plenty of times nigga +Nigga don't keep it real no more + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +After all the fucking shit we done been through (huh bruh) +All the pussy niggas we done tend to (huh bruh) +But it don't mean nothing when a nigga money low +Niggas will shoot you in the back and cut yo fucking throat like Rich and Alpo +Now its hard for me to trust somebody +Family neither they'll steal if they know you got it +God forgive me I been hurt by a couple niggas +That's why I wake up say my prayers and be like fuck a nigga +Bitches want riches so they trying to slide the rubber off trying to get pregnant +When you stupid hoes gon' learn yo lesson (mm mm mm) +Man it seem like the mo love you show a nigga +When you fall off you be like damn did I know this nigga +I'm glad I rap cuz these days they testify +Nigga ain't catch you with nothin' and he got 25 +Just cuz he say he gon' ride don't mean he loyal dawg +It's Cain and Abel again forgive us father God +[Hook] +Father God I been betrayed (turn on me) +Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie) +But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes) +We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted +Father God I been betrayed (turn on me) +Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie) +But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes) +We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted + +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +They criticize me huh, they talk about me bad +Ain't nobody wanna sign me, I had to show my ass +If I love you ain't no question i'd give my last +One day this heart gonna get me zipped up in a body bag +What about ya first love? Huh she played it cold didn't it? +Made a nigga shed a tear and she changed a nigga +So we fuck'em and dump'em never trust'em or love'em +No need for friends, fuck friends, friends turn into bustas +Momma gonna tell ya when that nigga ain't right (momma know!) +Momma know because she pray every night +I done and wash my hands with all this pussy shit +Niggas be hating but Boosie Boo he hood rich +On top of that I'm a Scorpio so I'm unforgivable +First time you fuck with me dog I let them killas go +I'm down and dirty cause a nigga heard me +Geefus supposed to be dead but I let him slide cause he ain't worth it +[Hook] +Father God I been betrayed (turn on me) +Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie) +But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes) +We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted +Father God I been betrayed (turn on me) +Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie) +But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes) +We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted + +[Verse 3: Webbie] +Feel like somebody burning candles on me +That's why that choppa in my phantom and my house got all them cameras on it +Know I'm standing under the light +So I just try to do right +Ain't been in church but I pray every night +Its like I used to didn't give a fuck +But over the years I don learned and I got out here +And earned so much to live for +My niggas tell me slow it down for real you need to chill bruh +Stay up on your grind, take your time, bring your kids up +My grandma told me look at you look what the streets done did to ya +Alot of niggas done changed on me +I came up they switched up my daughter almost died, man it all seem wrong +The only thing good is my dog came home +My mind gone my heart mad my soul so pissed +I think my niggas tried to rob me, that's some fucked up shit +Blowing killa when I ride, in my mirror when I ride by +Can see some niggas doing a coward-ass drive-by +Some of these pussies really think that they got 9 lives +You might as well don't even bust back +Cause this bitch 100 shots +And we been getting it by the pound +You know we blunted out +Something fancy stunt it out +Throwing money out +[Hook] +Father God I been betrayed (turn on me) +Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie) +But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes) +We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted +Father God I been betrayed (turn on me) +Feel like they beat me like a slave (my homie) +But I learn from my mistakes (I learn from my mistakes) +We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crazy[Hook] +They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes +I feel like I'm crazy +But I know I'm not crazy +And my mistakes don't make me, or break me +They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes +I feel like I'm crazy +But I know I'm not crazy +And my mistakes don't make me, this the way God made me +They say that I'm crazy + +[Verse 1] +Cuz I pistol whipped that nigga for forty minutes, straight +With my shit fuck up your face +Said I was in the court I beat my murder case +They must forgot I'm the reason the whole hood ate +Think I'm crazy and get baptized call me Rambo in that South Side +Straight in school, but in the streets I was baptized +Jail charges back-to-back they like old crazy ass Boosie Boo +If you was facing that needle, you would get loaded too +Business-minded now I'm shining making this shit so real +Can't be crazy I don't got no 360 deal +Rapped about the court system cuz that's how I feel +Do wrong I'll tell you about it, that's how I is +Do that make me crazy? Huh? +[Hook] +They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes +I feel like I'm crazy +But I know I'm not crazy +And my mistakes don't make me, or break me +They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes +I feel like I'm crazy +But I know I'm not crazy +And my mistakes don't make me, this the way God made me +They say that I'm crazy + +[Verse 2] +I might be +(Boosie look like he on that molly) +Girl I might be +They say I'm crazy cuz I hang round niggas like beef +Nigga I'm country club living, I'm like P +Don't see my other side, so keep on moving +In Louisiana streets I'm like J. Prince in Houston ( The Godfather) +They say my music make the goons keep goonin +What about the government who don't give us opportunities huh? +I ain't crazy + +[Hook] +They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes +I feel like I'm crazy +But I know I'm not crazy +And my mistakes don't make me, or break me +They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes +I feel like I'm crazy +But I know I'm not crazy +And my mistakes don't make me, this the way God made me +They say that I'm crazy +[Verse 3] +Label ask my why you wanna name your album that +I'm touching down to cause hell how I answer that +They say I'm crazy for having all these baby mommas +But I was young they was fresh so I raw dogged em +Phone ringing don't even answer that's my dog calling +Some shit I'm trying to look over he ready to off em +Boosie music this the best shit on the market +Can't be crazy I got honor roll sons and daughters +Can't be crazy I ain't never toot my nose with powder +But I done thug round plenty niggas toot they nose with powder +23 hour lockdown, two years of cold showers +Couldn't turn me crazy, and couldn't turn me soft +They try to take my life, but they couldn't take my power +Nobody testified, I know they hate my power +They say she crazy, but fucking with all them baller niggas +Get your money girl, break all them niggas +Shit they ducks anyway + +[Hook] +They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes +I feel like I'm crazy +But I know I'm not crazy +And my mistakes don't make me, or break me +They say that I'm crazy, and sometimes +I feel like I'm crazy +But I know I'm not crazy +And my mistakes don't make me, this the way God made me +They say that I'm crazy +I ain't crazy24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Show Da World[Intro: Lil Boosie] +I just wanna show the world +That I really do this shit +That I really make quality street music, know what I'm talking about +And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good +I just done seen seen a lot, you know what I'm talking about + +[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara] +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel it, lil hustler +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel it, lil nigga + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +I got my own voice, sing my own hooks +Fresh fade, nice smile, got my own look +I just like to make people happy +Four kids, I just like being a good daddy +But I'm a gangsta and I rock shows +A people person, so you know Lil Boosie got hoes +Damn, hoes, that's a figure of speech +Get a lotta shit like that when you listen to me +As for my fans, I love y'all +Straight up, y'all a part of me, so when they hate, they hate us +Money keep a nigga going to better things +Mane, I take it to the bank, I don't make it rain +But I'm fly like Weezy +Plus, the hood niggas, man, they believe me like Jeezy +And I just like to have a good time +Hit the yo, smoke one, and put my life in my rhymes +[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara] +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel it, lil hustler +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel it, lil nigga + +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +Father, forgive me, I was raised on some real shit +So I can't sugarcoat shit, not a lil bit +Inside, I'm sad 'bout my dad +Since I lost my grams, ain't been giving a damn +But I still hold my head high, and sometimes I cry +But when I cry, mane, I don't know why +I feel trapped to be a superstar +A hundred thousand worth of jewelry to end it +And I spend it, with no problem +You don't like Badazz, then that's your problem +M.O.B., wouldn't give a damn if the hoes holla +Love cars, love broads, with a passion +I ain't never have shit, so I'm flashy +I work hard, go and get it on the road +Seven month run, 750 out for shows, get it? +I'm hood rich, still smoking that good shit +Still got the same hood clique +[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara] +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel it, lil hustler +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel it, lil nigga + +[Verse 3: Webbie] +I told my teacher to her eyes, I'mma make it there +She ain't even look surprised, gave me another F +Or a fucking D, happy you got a C +Fuck the world and be whatever you wanna be +Ain't nothing like a strong mind and some confidence +Whenever you step outta line, it's a consequence +We all overseas, we puffing weed +We'll make you niggas bleed, yes in-fucking-deed +747, yelling 747 +On the real, we gotta be a couple miles from heaven +The world tried to pull us down, but we ain't fucking let it +I woulda did some of it different, but I don't regret it +That's one thing about me, though, I never been a quitter +That's seizure shit, crazy, shout out to the hospital +Rest in peace, ma, I'mma be on TV +Young Savage, Sweet Jones, Trill Family +[Hook: Lil Boosie and Kiara] +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel it, lil hustler +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel it, lil nigga86EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wipe Me Down[Intro: Foxx] +Mr. Wipe Down in this biatch ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) +Down yy heard me, Foxx-a-million ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) +This one be the remix ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) +Badazz, Savage life, Foxx-a-million ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) +Man you already know what it is ya heard me (C'ause I'm on, wipe me down) +We still on ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) +We still ridin' on chrome ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) +We still pullin' up ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) + +[Verse 1: Foxx] +I pull up at the club VIP +Gas tank on E +But all drinks on me (Wipe me down) +Fresh kicks, fresh white tall tee +Fresh NFL hat, fresh bauds with the crease (Wipe me down) +Pussy niggas wanna hit me with they heat +Real recognize real +Real niggas gon' speak (Wipe me down) +Jiggalatin' I been rolling bout a week +You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (Wipe me down) +Black shades so you know a nigga rolling +They ain't check me at the door +So ain't no telling what I'm holding (Wipe me down) +Bad bitches they gon' bust it wide open +Niggas flashing they lil' bread +But I'm the nigga they approachin' (Wipe me down) +Small niggas, tall figures +Y'all niggas, crowd niggas +We gon' get MAC-11s and dog niggas (Wipe me down) +Y'all niggas call niggas but my niggas all killas +Get your issue and whoever fall with ya +[Hook: Foxx] +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) + +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +B-O-O-S-I-E B-A-D-A-Z-Z that's me (Wipe me down) +Redbones, caramels, all of 'em stop and stare +All of 'em try and steal my underwear (Wipe me down) +I like to floss like Rick Ross +Got a hit called Set It Off +When I sing it everybody set it off (Wipe me down) +Black mink +Damn don't play with me +I bust ya dome eight whips on chrome +You can gon' (Wipe me down) +Fresh fade fresh J's on the corner playing spades +I'm an ordinary person but I'm paid (Wipe me down) +Foxx flipping Webbie smokin' and we choking on a whole pound of purple +Famous like the Ninja Turtles (Wipe me down) +Just left New York City +Hooked up with P. Diddy +Finna blow past 50 you gon' have (Wipe me down) +We the best I'm a fool +I'm the hemi man +Red light, green light, yellow light +Get it man +[Hook: Foxx] +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) + +[Verse 3: Webbie] +Hot drop, drop top, top drop +Hoes drop it like it's hot +Yeah nigga, I'm the shit (Wipe me down) +You see this ice on my wrist +How it glis' soon as the light hit +You can't lie the ice sick (Wipe me down) +Purple got me smelling funky +Red monkey 500 dollars on 'em +You ain't seen these yet (Wipe me down) +Beating, you can hear me way around the corner +Paint wet with the 24's on 'em, that's a bet (Wipe me down) +Ol' ladies, baby mommas, few fiances +Nigga's wife, savage life +Who I'm gonna fuck next (Wipe me down) +And I use the Lifestyle or the Magnum +Or the Trojan or go head and use the barrel of the tech (Wipe me down) +Man this chain hit me for a couple grand +Oh no, I ain't complaining +Just watch how you wipe my chest (Wipe me down) +A bad bitch wanted me to stay lil' longer +I'd'a put that dick up on her +But I had a flight to catch (Wipe me down) +[Foxx] +Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes +Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes +Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes +Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes +Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes +Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes +Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes +Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes + +[Hook: Foxx] +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) +'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Set It Off[Intro] +Yeah - we finna set it off in this motherfucker, ya heard me +I'm finna put you bitch ass niggas in the trash can with this one +I'm tired of all you bitch ass niggas, y'all annoyin me right now - fuh real nigga + +[Chorus] +You wanna talk shit?, you wanna run ya mouth? +You want some gangsta's front yo motherfuckin house? +We'll set this bitch off, yeah set this bitch off +We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off + +[Verse 1] +They call me Bad Azz, and I'll punish you +You ain't my equal, we ain't people - I ain't one of you +Since '98 I grabbed my plate up off the lunch table +I told momma I'm thuggin outside, we don't need cable +Now I'm the nipples on the titty, I'm the motor called a "Hemi" +I'm the V-12 in that 760, you niggas bitches +We real niggas with G-codes +We love to go in beast mode +We thuggin, we all got bread so if we fall we the crutches +We the do'do in the dutches +I'm the photo in the camera, I'm the pistol when it snap ya +I got the sickest Bimmer - I got the sickest Magnum +I got the sickest Charger - y'all's thirty mines forty +I told you niggas let me get me, for you get stretched in the streets +This the day that you gon'be deceased, for playin with a beast +I told Turk take off my collar I'm finna take it there +You niggas ain't play at my projects, y'all played at the fair +Trill Entertainment that's my thugs there - there's love there +D.A. don't search my house cause ain't no motherfuckin drugs there +We smart with this shit, we got retarded with this shit +Duece, duece up in my shoe I set it off up in this bitch, nigga +[Chorus] +Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off +My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off +Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off +My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off +Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off +You jumpin'like a frog we'll put you on that wall +Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off +My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off + +[Verse 2 - Boosie] +Mayne I be thuggin, I be fresh, I be super clean +With gucci shades, with some J's you ain't never seen +The race car jacket with about 80 fuckin patches +With the car to match it, Tony Stewart it's a classic +Y'all penny pinchin nigga - we spendin on y'all niggas +Call Savage from the back, come pour some Henny on these niggas +Mayne you don't wanna fuck with me +I learned from the streets, I roll with my heat +Never turn on peeps - cause I'm gutta +Came out my momma a hustla +Been through the rain and the pain now I'm a dirty motherfucker +I'll hurt a motherfucker, set it off in this bitch +Y'all niggas coughin in this bitch, we flossin in this bitch +And I walk real well, fuck goin to jail +Come home and set it off and get ya mail, nigga +I got a mind full of evil thoughts +Don't get ya people caught, by my people house - cause believe me I'm a set it off, bitch +[Chorus] +Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off +My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off +Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off +My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off +Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off +You jumpin'like a frog we'll put you on that wall +Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off +My clique all dogs, bitch don't make us set it off + +[Verse 3] +Oh you bucked up and fucked up and you ain't got no mind +Don't even respect ya elders, no you ain't respectin mine +But I'm gon'hit you with that 9, put some sense in ya nigga +Shoulda put somethin on yo'ass when you was a lil'nigga +But you wanna play with the real niggas, we'll set it off +Bitch you scared to let it off plus ya daddy wasn't no dog +Ya momma had more heart then ya daddy bitch ass +He ain't gon'set nothin off that's who made you soft +Bitch you wanna come in that south, where it get dumb in that drought +Where niggas wild out like O-Dog and run in yo house +And runnin' yo mouth, it's crucial watch what you say 'bout Boosie +Cause Boosie tote uzi's and his hit man foolish +I ain't never had shit, but I can fuck a bad bitch +Quicker then you can count to 6, (1-2-3-4-5-6) she hit +I don't play, I lay laws you my size I break jaws +I get disrespected at all, I set it off nigga +[Chorus] +I set it off in this motherfucker +Don't make me let it off in this motherfucker +And you gon' respect a dog up in this motherfucker +Cause I'll set it off, set it off +I set it off in this motherfucker +Don't make me let it off in this motherfucker +And you gon' respect a dog up in this motherfucker +Cause I'll set it off, set it off + +[Outro] +This Boosie, Bad Azz nigga, and it ain't no game with me +Ya heard me, aye nigga ain't nobody fuckin with me out here - ya heard me +I'm comin sick straight from the heart everytime +Knah'im'sayin I hit the streets, knah'im'sayin I touch you from everywhere +You can put this bitch in and ride out +Every song it ain't no game with me nigga +And if you don't like me and you a lame, we'll go on set it off then nigga22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Juice[Intro] +Toomp +Boosie Badazz + +[Hook] +Niggas be talking bout this, niggas be ratting bout that +They ain’t even got no straps, old lame ass nigga you whack +Bitch you ain’t got no juice +Bitch you gets no juice +And niggas be telling these lies, living they life disguised +Exaggerate for these hoes, boy you really think you cold +Bitch you ain’t got no juice, and nobody believes you +And you can’t lie + +[Verse 1] +These niggas be talking bout this, these niggas be talking bout that +But they ain't never slung that yak, they ain’t ever laid in that rack +On that other side +Of the wall where the real walk, cold nights, real talk +Niggas they telling lies, nigga what block you off? +I’m just a hustling ass nigga with a gift partner +You just a buster ass nigga on a trip partner +You got no juice, I got the juice, the whole world love me +CNN say I got the whole world thugging +Sometimes it’s best to walk away, save yourself a case +Cause they in court testifying on us every day +Everybody want to be fly, but don’t nobody want to get robbed +For reputations, they lie +[Hook] +Niggas be talking bout this, niggas be ratting bout that +They ain’t even got no straps, old lame ass nigga you whack +Bitch you ain’t got no juice +Bitch you gets no juice +And niggas be telling these lies, living they life disguised +Exaggerate for these hoes, boy you really think you cold +Bitch you ain’t got no juice, and nobody believes you +And you can’t lie + +[Verse 2] +They exaggerating for these women, hoping they look at em different +But now you playing the people, since little one caught you slipping +You’s a rat, you ain’t ready for the lifestyle +When the K’s cocked and the lights out +What you know about not going in till it’s lights out? +Niggas checking niggas bout hoes, you gots no juice +All in them people’s section flexing, nigga don’t even know you +I believe in actions, no words, no weight +Nigga in LA nine years ago said he was gon' hook me up with Dre + +[Hook] +Niggas be talking bout this, niggas be ratting bout that +They ain’t even got no straps, old lame ass nigga you whack +Bitch you ain’t got no juice +Bitch you gets no juice +And niggas be telling these lies, living they life disguised +Exaggerate for these hoes, boy you really think you cold +Bitch you ain’t got no juice, and nobody believes you +And you can’t lie +[Outro] +Nigga you ain’t got no juice +Nigga you ain’t Boosie Boo +You ain’t even got no juice like that +You ain’t the truth like that +Nigga don’t even know you (No juice) +Nigga don’t even know you (No juice) +Nigga don’t even know you (No juice) +Nigga don’t even know you (No juice) +And you can't lie38EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Brothers Keeper[Intro] +Big Wayne on the track, I know u hear that baseline! + +[Hook] +Am I my brothers keeper? +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Am I my brothers keeper? +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +I ride for you nigga! +I'd die for you nigga! +And if I get caught I'll do the time for you nigga! +I ride, ride, ride for you, cause you my thug +I know you'd do the same for me too, cause I'm your thug + +[Verse 1] +I'd be that shoulder that you lean on (ride or die) +Right there when the beef on (F-f-f-fire) +I'd be the nigga that take care of your kids, if you die +Get on the stand for my nigga and lie +Cause he my brother from another mother +Same shit up in our veins, shout out to Marlo mane +Shout out to Charmane, this for my cousins B and Trill +I call em' veterans +So much love they see inside me when I'm stressin' man +Daryl Milton been runnin' since we was little ones +Runnin' the track, Five Bird with a Mac +I got his back, he got my back that's my fuckin' main mane +Shout out to Badazz Ent the black Ku Klux Klan +I'm your thug, you my thug, he got a grudge, I got a grudge +Southside so sick, where we was raised we get it out the mud +Shout out to Jason Dixie, and Ed Lover +I'mma keep puttin' em' down, bitch I get the game from Buster +Michael Myers +[Hook] +Am I my brothers keeper? +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Am I my brothers keeper? +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +I ride for you nigga! +I'd die for you nigga! +And if I get caught I'll do the time for you nigga! +I ride, ride, ride for you, cause you my thug +I know you'd do the same for me too, cause I'm your thug + +[Verse 2] +It's on our shoulder we gon' take it out +Get my Levi's when I take em' off +They goin' off behind a boss +Used to sell that salt, me and my niggas +Now I sell my mouth, it be so lovely +For Christmas we roll 200 bands +Went from stealing out the store to buying stores +Murder you, that's how we roll +Broad daylight, outta control +If you my nigga, you my nigga then +I sure don't need no new friends nigga +Where you been, nigga? +They call my mama mama (that's love) +I call they mama mama (that's love) +We survived through the recession, call me Tommy Thomas +I know my niggas ridin' +Take me, it's gon' get crazy +Mamas, daddies, sisters, babies +Gamble each other, my niggas crazy +But fuck that shit, a nigga gotta feed they baby so we love that shit +Love my clique, wake up, I dap em' down +Don't do Mino like G Money mane and bring a rat around +[Hook] +Am I my brothers keeper? +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Am I my brothers keeper? +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +I ride for you nigga! +I'd die for you nigga! +And if I get caught I'll do the time for you nigga! +I ride, ride, ride for you, cause you my thug +I know you'd do the same for me too, cause I'm your thug + +[Verse 3] +I ride for you I die for you without no pussy ass +One call to waitress, hit me up and I'm gon' bust his ass +Thick or thin, right or wrong mane that's my fuckin' thugger +You beef with him, you beef with me, I kill you on the muscle +Gutta we be tryin' to get on light then muthafucka +Try and knock our hustle, it ain't nothing for a nigga to touch ya +Throughout the pain and the struggle we clique tight like brothers +I put my life in his hands because I trust him +Am I my brother's keeper, if you know me you know +100it with it, from day 1 until the day that we go +If I fuck witcha I'll duck witcha, till the graveyard days +Our secrets be our secrets, I'm real and I can't change +I'm loyal to my loved ones, and all my thug ones +Round hold me down and Jake oh my dawg, go rearrange his frown +I'm real with this shit, I'm loyal as lpyal as it get +For my nigga I'd do the time, get on the stand and tell a lie +[Hook] +Am I my brothers keeper? +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Am I my brothers keeper? +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +Yes I am +I ride for you nigga! +I'd die for you nigga! +And if I get caught I'll do the time for you nigga! +I ride, ride, ride for you, cause you my thug +I know you'd do the same for me too, cause I'm your thug9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mind of a Maniac[Intro: Lil Boosie] +I done showed the world +Now we finna wrap it up, ya know what I'm sayin +Welcome to the mind of a maniac +What part of real you niggas dont under stand +Lemme talk to ya'll before we leave + +[Verse 1] +I keep a gat cause niggas murder gotta bad habit +Of purple in the studio I murk ya, I'm comin mane +I swear to God I'm thuggin hard trill niggas deal witcha big Glocks off top, we ain't stuntin mane +We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks from Mouse and B +You betta be bout ya bread ya talk to me +Mom ya wonder why ya child's so bad, because the fuckin body bags done hypnotized my ass, it's deep +Holdin on to this money mane I gotta get it, choppers and a Glock 40 play with me you get ya issue +Wrap ya dick up cause ya dick will have the hiccups, you're rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenupt +(I ain't go no mind) + +[Chorus] +Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga) +Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga) + +[Verse 2:] +Thug life, that's all we know so we grow until some beasts when we can let off them leeches +We go and get it, get ya weight up +And when them camera flash you ain't never gotta ask it's that's Boosie bad azz, straight up! +I ain’t just running the south, I ain't runnin my mouth, spade for spade I'm the realest nigga out +Know what I'm talkin bout +My niggas let Joc out +Jealous cause we fresher than rest of them fellas done stick together +Gotta have alarms, locks, I, can't trust nobody, I, gotta keep a desert eagle nigga know I got it +Heart full of fuckin pain cause I'm tired of gettin stabbed +And grabbed by all these the mutha fuckin crabs +I laugh and maintain don't switch the game plan and fuck the police they bring us no peace +This the mind of me, (Boosie boo) so much shit goin on where I roam how I'm gonna find some peace? +They say I'm a role model, but I'm not a role model, gotta smile when I ain't gotta, tired & still holla +I'm a boss so I go off, know I like to show off, on the road of riches, gotta murda these niggas +(Ain't got no mind) +[Chorus] +Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga) +Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga) + +[Verse 3:] +We holla fuck cops, if we fall off with this rap mane it's back to the trap to bust blocks +Man who can I trust not, nigga fuckin up the game, it's down to momma pain, & CEO's and main mane +Gon' be in the chain gang these niggas don't stop playin from niggas, and bitches, yes sir I got game +God cursed me with diabetes I feel like I'm insane, you ain't from the hood & you don't deserve +It mane, in the streets they murder mane, and Boosie he a target, so me? +I got my 40 when I'm shittin on the toilet, I'm paranoid, starin' hard to get ya ass hit +Four or five chains ain't never had shit +Fuck a bitch she wanna mingle, ha, she want my jingles, one hit wonders gettin rich off a single +What's happenin Michael Vick? Don't snitch, tell that judge he kill deers and it's real +(Ain't got no mind) + +[Chorus] +Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga) +Welcome to the mind of a maniac (street nigga, street nigga)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let Me Ease Ya Mind[Intro] +Boosie Bad Azz +Come roll with a real nigga +I got you + +[Hook] +Let me ease your mind +Bring you in my world +Cause you done caught my eye +And you can be my baby girl + +[Verse 1] +What's up, girl? How you doing? +What's up with them draws, girl? +Can I get into them? +I'm looking for somebody +Who gonna be somebody +Mind made up to be a lawyer +So she gonna be somebody +She got problems and she say +"Sex ain't the only way to solve 'em" +But let's solve 'em +Let's jump in my Bentley +And cruise the city with the lights low +Go to the boat and blow some stacks +And let the dice roll +[Hook] + +[Bridge] +It gon' be alright +(Fuck what them haters say) +It gon' be alright +Cause you can be my baby girl + +[Verse 2] +I don't know what you been told but I'm a hustler +Your man ain't nothin' but a buster +Come with me tonight +Eat what you like, big boys I'm talkin' the best +When you get lonely put your head on my chest +It figures you never dealt with a nigga my type +Who make you happy, take you places, teach you game +Somethin' like your real daddy, I'm just tryna ease your mind +I'm tired of hearin' over and over all the time +She like: "Boosie, I got a boyfriend" +Well your boyfriend ain't ballin' plus he barely callin' +So, what's up? I got a plane ticket, just me and you +I'm like: "you scared?" She late, now she packin' her bags +First class is how we do it, let me cater to you +Let you shop till you drop, spend some paper on you +Whatever no matter the pleasure +It's better then you can dream of +Thug passion from a real thug +[Hook + Bridge] + +[Verse 3] +You been on my mind all night and i can smell ya (And ya smellin right) +And girl i wanna tell ya i will let you ride +Take you on a rollercoaster wit me you know +Ridin round blowin doe just threw the city +Conversatin we laugh talkin bout da future +And da pastime (Da old days) +Good luv makin cuz its been so long since the last time +Kissin and fuckin stuck in them sheets to the bed +Eyes roll back in my head +And she go down on dat head +And this my homey lover friend +The one that i could fuck wit to the end +I got u girl them hoes ain't offen all the world +The niggas either u ain't never had a thug like me +Go tell yo people when u with its amazing +I give u knowledge teach u game give you wisdom +Shit you can't learn in college just be my lady i know how to treat lady +Its watever i keep a secret baby + +[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Beat it Up[Hook] +I know lately that we ain't did much +But on my mama girl I promise +I'mma make that up +I know you sick of all these bitches +Wit deze rumors and lies +But however against the weather +You gon always be mine +And I'mma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite +No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self at nite +And I'mma beat that pussy up beat that pussy up +Girl I'mma beat that pussy up until you holla that's enough + +[Verse 1] +I walked outside look I'm tired of this mane +My cutie in tha yard wit my draws in her hand +My girl looked at me n said +"YOU DOG ASS NIGGA FINNA PUT THIS KNIFE N YO MUFUCKIN LIVER" +I couldn't say shit had to leave the house +She punched me in my shit all I did is walked off because I'm wrong +But 2nite when she go home I'mma keep callin her phone +Til she let me lay that bone (fuck that shit) +My otha bitch done put me on child support +My nigga on tha run slip don got on that dope +I need to fuck some bad I got some pressure built up +So tha next thang I fuck she gone get extra ripped up +I looked up to god n told em fix this shit(u gotta fix this shit) +I got j-lo at home I need my bitch +Look 3 n the mornin girl still hangin up the phone she answer +Bring yo nasty ass home (girl I'm on my way home) +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Now this next time this bitch hit me on my chirp line +Boosie how my mouth was +Im right on side my fuckin girl +Oh let them hoes suck on my shit +I told her no she sucked be but he just played like he was me +She got quiet 4 a minute I kissed ha on tha neck +I played wit that pussy and I got my girl wet +She said I luv yo black ass I say'd I luv you 2 +Another bitch done hit me up "Boosie what do it do" +She grabbed my phone who is this ho hung up +She broke my shit threw out all my doja n shit had a nigga mo sick +Damn wat I done did +She like boosie you ain't gon neva c yo muthafuckin kids +I told ha that I'm sorry I'm tired of lyin +Tired of seein my girl cryin +Need a second thrid chane please don't get anotha man +Been months since I took you out always n that fuckin soft +I wanna beat that pussy up please don't put a nigga out + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Now lately er'body been trippin me you & dem children +Er'body been slippin +We gone keep it real lets get it rite lets have a dinner girl candle lite (shit) +That'll be nice but tha ice ain't make it happen +Tha price ain't make it happen but it wasn't all that it was hoes who brought tha maddness +Usedto laugh wit each otha now we mad at each otha +In tha bed we used to cudddle now I barely even fuck her +And every time you gone I be thinkin of you +Got my thang rock hard gurl I'm fiendin for you +And we 1st met it was right on time you was bonniei was clyde +Gurl you down to ride please nigga I'm yo ride or die +Thats wat I like to hear whisper softly in my ear +Lets take'm to tha bank like segol on hard to kill +All these years down tha drain +Im 75% wrong i'll neva change but I'm workin to get betta mane +[Hook] + +Boosie bad ass on tha track nigga +Mouse on tha beat +Its more than beautiful baby +Believe that but I gotta holla at you +We gotta go baby cause on my way ho1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Like a Man[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] +Yeah (Boosie Badazz) Rich Homie Quan +Touchdown 2 Cause Hell, nigga +I done, Touchdown 2 Cause Hell, nigga +Rich Homie baby! + +[Hook: Rich Homie Quan (Boosie Badazz)] +I was taught to be a man (a man) +Stand on my two feet just like a man (like a man) +Take all of my losses like a man (like a man) +Nigga say it face to face just like a man (like a man) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man, like a man (I man up) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up) +Like a man, like a man (I stand up), like a man + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +When kids was playin' with unicorns, I was washin' cars tryna blow +Take a loss, get up and shake it off and water whip the coke +No shoo-shooin', no not Boosie, to your face I'll let you know +Treat a queen like a queen and a ho like a ho +Went to the pen and I stood on my own, too fat mouth +And slangin' shit, fist fights, bitch whatever that you want to do +Auntie told me back down +I'm beatin' your ass, no exceptions +Uncle told me "Fight 'em +You can't beat 'em, go and get your weapon" +My homies died, I stood up like a man +Do what you did to them, put that on Pimp, I don't be playin' +Bossed up, every time some problems hit the fan +Me and my girl got a case +Your honor, that's mine, give me that 8, like a man +[Hook] +I was taught to be a man (a man) +Stand on my two feet just like a man (like a man) +Take all of my losses like a man (like a man) +Nigga say it face to face just like a man (like a man) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man, like a man (I man up) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up) +Like a man, like a man (I stand up), like a man + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Since 15 been takin' care of my mama manly +Never say the word "why" when it's time to do for family +The way I was raised, my closest peers understand me +The man in my section like Glen Oaks is to Handy +You know they told me tell on Turk and Mel for lesser charges +Ask me what I want to say, I say I want to fuck your daughter +I was raised to get paid plenty ways like a man +Taught to get it out the mud cause they ain't puttin' it in your hand +Beef came, I bring pain, Lord knows I never ran +Hold code up in the street, you never see me on the stand +System tried to convict me off testimony and lyrics, but I'm a G +Came home with my chest out, and it's easy to see that + +[Hook] +I was taught to be a man (a man) +Stand on my two feet just like a man (like a man) +Take all of my losses like a man (like a man) +Nigga say it face to face just like a man (like a man) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man, like a man (I man up) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up) +Like a man, like a man (I stand up), like a man +[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan] +First and foremost, what's your definition of a man? +They call y'all lil' money, that don't make that boy no man +I be sittin' here countin' these racks all day +Kinda hard for me to stand +And I don't need no crutches, tell the ho bring them dutches +I like oooh, oooh, oooh +Hit her from the back, got the pussy screamin' like +Oooh, oooh, oooh, was a virgin 'til I got my first pussy like a man +Got locked up, was movin' too fast, won't you stick to the plan +Everything I do, boy you gotta know I do for the family +Gotta do it like a man +Mama ain't have no help growin' up so I had to step up like a man +Can't see my mama strugglin', I had to hit them streets like a man +Get caught doin' your crime, better do your time, like a man +Hundred thousand in my pants +Me and Boosie Badazz got a nigga feelin' like a man + +[Hook] +I was taught to be a man (a man) +Stand on my two feet just like a man (like a man) +Take all of my losses like a man (like a man) +Nigga say it face to face just like a man (like a man) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man, like a man (I man up) +Like a man (I stand up), like a man (I man up) +Like a man, like a man (I stand up), like a man22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Smoking on Purple[Intro: Lil Boosie] +Ease ya mind alittle bit (ease ya mind) +Light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin blunt) +Let back that sun roof (lets get it started) + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +This that shit that we ride to +This that shit that we vibe to +This that shit that we get high to +That gangsta music nigga +And you can try but you ain't Lil' Boosie nigga (noooo - noooo) +Bad bitches got you feelin great +Looked at my CEO, like CEO let's get this cake +Baby I hit the stage, and hoes go crazy - I'm playa made +All my hoes got Jordan skills they fade away +I hit the mall and ball (shit) throwback after throwback +Everybody wanna take pictures they like damn you Mr.Kodak (call me Kodak) +Smoke comin'out my sunroof a nigga shinin +Nigga love gettin pussy, love rockin diamonds +If you got kids in this world nigga handle your business +And you don't need no nigga be independant +It's murder, murder niggas beefin - niggas slangin iron +I keep that purple purp to ease my mind tonight + +[Hook x2: Lil Boosie] +Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah) +It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah) +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +I know the game, I know the street +I got the rap, you got the beats +And we gon'lay it down real sweet +So ya'll can ride, head bobbin side to side +I don't want shit from my fans but this feel the real nigga vibe +When you down and out don't nobody trust ya +But when you got bread, it seem like everybody love ya +It's still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this look) +Look they still racist, I see it on them bitches faces +That's why I'm smokin and laughin I got my grind on +They don't feel my struggle they think my mind gone +That's why it's murder, murder - kill, kill on the corner +These lil'niggas got big pistols ready to put it on ya +So when you die, you might as well be high +Is it Heaven or Hell?....or is it all a lie? +That's why I smoke purple on Monday - purple on Tuesday +Two Glocks cocked so they don't blues me (hah) + +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah) +It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah) +Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah) +It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah) + +[Verse 3: Webbie] +Smokin on this doja, I done got a bag for cheap +Nigga eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat +Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me +This shit must got somethin in it, nigga slipped some crack on me +Ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe +Got me fumblin and trippin I almost passed the blunt to C +Got it cloudy in the Bently nigga squintin tryna see +Late, don't know what time it is, but I know it's time to eat +Ridin dirty bumpin "Ridin Dirty" you know how that shit be +"One day you here then the next day you gone" on repeat +With that nine up in my reach, cause right now dyin ain't for me +Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep +Musty odor when you roll it potent as it 'ppose to be +And we rollin I'm smokin them back to back consistently +Keep Movin, Dutches, Phillies, Garcias, to Swisher Sweets +Young Savage don't really care - just put that shit up in the air...... +[Hook x2: Lil Boosie]10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Daddy Luv U[Verse 1:] +Now, this first verse, for Ivyanna +The only seed I actually watched come outta momma +And she so smart, and she so cute I think she gifted man +She gimme sweet eyes say she love me just to lift the pain +But she don't know about her sister and her baby brother +They need to talk, but they can't talk cuz they crazy mothers +I feed her, clothe her, take her places all across the nation +She know I rap and know her daddy be on tv stations +She see my magnum, and she run up, hollin' daddy daddy +So on that strength, when I'm in beef, I'll let you niggas have it +And she ain't even 4 though +But she be laughing at her daddy when he hit that do do +Behind Ivy man, I go loco, I lose my mind +I see her wake up every morning, even love how she be cryin +And plus she get her nails done, toes done at three +Wear purses and lipstick, oooo, you gotta see +Man, I love her, that's my heart, ain't gon lie, Ivy bad +She done rode first class before she had her first class + +[Hook:] +But even if you mama tell you different, daddy love you +For the time that I missed you, daddy love you +For the missing time, da prison time, when ain't no one won't give a dime +Remember this, Daddy love you [repeat] +[Verse 2:] +Now this second verse for Pretty Black +No matter what her momma tell her, she gon love Hatch +And all she want is for her daddy show her love back +She look just like her other grandma, Victoria Hatch +The first year I only saw my child on holidays +I broke her bread but I feel guilty 'bout da hiding days +And now they wanna put a child on child support +I'm finally turning 21, now I'm back in court +I gotta hook up on that lean, now I'm stacking dough +My babys mama's stay at war, it's embarassing whoa +And everytime I see her outside, and she dirty, I clean her +And it hurt me when I clean her cause I'm fresh up out the cleaners +Now I'm feelin bad, time to put her in a beamer +Let her hit the block, looking like her auntie trina +Now she smiling at her daddy, but she ain't sayin too much +Just like Ivy, I give Tarlasia, that tickle touch +Man I love them girls, I like they hair up in curls +I put a end to you life, if you fuck with they world,tarlasia + +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 3:] +Now this last verse for Tootie Ray +The Ray for his grandfather, who passed away +I wonder if he be like daddy, who blast da K +Made me feel good, cause he cried to go wit daddy today +When he get older I'mma sittin him down and straight up tell +When you was in your mommas stomach boy I gave you hell +You got a cousin look just like you, name lil trell +You got a uncle name Bronson, but he up in jail +And Rocawear just like his daddy, spit on people like his daddy +I guess my fuckin son gon be a savage +And I be having em sagging, and shame on me +But he ain't gonna be no lame round me +So ain't no need to spank a g +And all I do his holla at him +And he get right, and he sit back +He act like he gonna cry, then he wipe his fuckin eyes +Some of my family members won't accept him, dey cold hearted +But dat boy gon be a legend, he gon be so retarded +At 11 I'm gonna go get my son a ferrari +At seven I'm gon get him head at his birthday party3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Coming Home[Intro] +Yeah +Say Lil Bronze, a lot of motherfuckers counted me out you know +I see why because you know, my situation crazy +It's crazy cause you used to say "fuck a girl" but when a girl leave you and you down, that shit crazy bruh (It hurt) +But I used to always tell em, I told my women who left me, I told em.. + +[Hook] +I'm coming home +Wait for me +I'm coming home +Wait for me, wait for me +I'm coming home + +[Verse 1] +Murder charges, drug charges coming back to back +Hoes jumping off the ship and they ain't looking back +She telling me to have faith but where hers at? +Since I got this charge, her voice, I ain't heard that +I wrote ya, told ya that I knew that I was coming home +Yo words ain't match when you wrote back you thought I was gone +I even told my dog to leave a message on your phone +Do you, but be here for me, just don't leave a nigga alone +My cellie just got off the phone +Told me to leave em alone +State just murdered his son, he grabbed his Quran +Lit up his cigarette, thought back before his jail came +Was easy to take over I already had the jail fame +3 or 4 bitches,(What they did?) they told me lies +I told them I was coming home, they rolled their eyes +Security guard at my cell, with a cold smile +What I told you at visit, girl? shit +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +They tried to take my life +The system did me wrong +So I prayed at night, fuck that, I'm coming home +Knew If I was coming home then I was coming home strong +Came home, murdered every fucking song that I got on +Phone ranging, it's that money, it's everywhere I go +I know that bitch thinking "I should've stayed, this nigga getting paid" +I used to have a kind of side we did a little spending +But my new bitch rock furs, Louis and Fendi +Red light I get the picture, the phone block +I call and you hung up, I think I know wassup now +Father God I've been betrayed again +Feel like they beat me like a slave again +So many counted Boosie out, when they read the line +But nobody knew the case, so I sat and smiled +In the mirror working out, time to get it in +Interviews telling my fans from the pen + +[Hook] + +[Outro] +I'm home now nigga +I'm on now nigga +Gettin' that bag now nigga +I see now +God don't sleep, he do not sleep +My Auntie told a lady, she say "You can talk bout my nephew right now, it's looking bad, but God good. My nephew, he coming home baby" (I'm coming home) +I told Tootie, Ty, and Ivy (Wait for me) +I told Toriana and Ivy Ray (I'm coming home) +I told Lyric B and I told MJ (Wait for me) +I told my momma Connie, I said momma (I'm coming home) +I know that girl might not (wait for me), but I know my momma she gon' (Wait for me) +I ain't lying bout that, huh +I used to tell them niggas all the time (I'm coming home) +Locked down, nigga what's happening now nigga? (Wait for me) +All that fat-mouthing nigga +Yeah last year this time I had them shackles on huh? +Told y'all I was gon' be in a jet this time of year nigga +Yeah, I'm home now nigga +I'm home now nigga +All my family, prayed for me (pray for me)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Period[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +(14, turn me up, son) +Yeah +You ain't no gangster, period (You ain't no gangster) +You ain't no gangster, you ain't no gangster, you ain't no gangster, period (You ain't even livin' like that) +Stunt on that 'Gram, bitch, you get slammed, you ain't no gangster, period (Boosie Badazz, nigga) +Period (Badazz, pussy-ass nigga) +(This shit right here) + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & DaBaby] +These niggas be talkin' like gangsters (Like gangsters) +But I ain't gon' play with you, period +Bitch in the back, full of that Boosie juice +Trying to fuck on her period (Ooh) +I put a bitch up, blood on my hand +It ain't come from her period (Yeah) +You niggas be playin', you niggas be playin' +But I ain't gon' play with you, period (Let's go) + +[Post-Chorus: DaBaby] +I ain't finna play with a nigga +I do it on sight, ain't gon' lay on a nigga (Yeah) +Thеse lil' niggas know I go baby, lil' nigga (Huh?) +That's Baby, that lil' nigga stay with a pistol (Yeah, um, wait) +I can't wait to do it, lil' nigga +Like thе shit that you pop in your music, lil' nigga (Yeah, bitch) +Got a bitch that I hit every Tuesday, lil' nigga +Send a hit, fuck around and go Boosie, lil' nigga (Uh) +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +They call me Boosie, I go stupid, keep a K 'cause it's serious +If I know you or don't know you, you ain't gon' play with me, period (Pussy-ass) +I make you walk it out, walk it out, walk it out +Yeah, 'bout what I'm talkin' 'bout +Big mouth shot caller, two Rottweilers like Nino +Runnin' up bundles of cash (Woo) +She trying to fuck on the rag (Ooh) +Please tell your pussy-ass baby daddy, "Be cool", girl, before I get on his ass +Diamonds like, "Yeah" (Diamonds like, "Yeah"), diamonds like "Yeah, bitch I'm a boss" (Boss) +I'm warning you, yeah (Warning) +You gon' die for chasin' that clout (Baow) +I send them boys in your house (Yeah) +Same niggas sleep on my couch (Yeah) +The more niggas get out of line (Yeah) +Them niggas gon' go get a house +I got that music, make heads bounce (Ooh) +I got them shooters, gon' air it out (Grrah) +I got the juice, you got no juice +What you wanna do? Bitch, let's set it off + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & DaBaby] +These niggas be talkin' like gangsters (Like gangsters) +But I ain't gon' play with you, period +Bitch in the back, full of that Boosie juice +Trying to fuck on her period (Ooh) +I put a bitch up, blood on my hand +It ain't come from her period (Yeah) +You niggas be playin', you niggas be playin' +But I ain't gon' play with you, period (Let's go) +[Post-Chorus: DaBaby] +I ain't finna play with a nigga +I do it on sight, ain't gon' lay on a nigga (Yeah) +These lil' niggas know I go baby, lil' nigga (Huh?) +That's Baby, that lil' nigga stay with a pistol (Yeah, um, wait) +I can't wait to do it, lil' nigga +Like the shit that you pop in your music, lil' nigga (Yeah, bitch) +Got a bitch that I hit every Tuesday, lil' nigga +Send a hit, fuck around and go Boosie, lil' nigga (Okay, let's go) + +[Verse 2: DaBaby] +I got a bitch from the hood, when I fuck from the back, yeah, her booty, it jiggle (Yeah) +I'm up in New York like Jigga (Uh-huh) +My lil' nigga just flew in the pistol (Yoom, brr) +Just got off the phone and my people got shot at, them niggas can't shoot 'cause they missed 'em (Ha) +Soon as you knock 'em off, I'ma send 'em (Uh-huh) +Pull out hundreds, all blue in my picture (Blue) +Nigga be actin' like I gotta do something, I don't gotta do shit but whisper +Like, "Ayy, go burn that nigga" (Yeah, him) +That nigga (Him too) and every nigga with 'em +Nigga like to know I play in my video, play with my kids and play with y'all bitches (Uh, uh-huh) +But I bet you I'ma chill up there with God or play ball on the yard before I play with y'all niggas (Bitch-ass niggas) + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & DaBaby, & Both] +These niggas be talkin' like gangsters (Like gangsters, ha) +But I ain't gon' play with you, period (Yeah) +Bitch in the back, full of that Boosie juice +Trying to fuck on her period (Ooh) +I put a bitch up, blood on my hand +It ain't come from her period (Yeah) +You niggas be playin', you niggas be playin' +But I ain't gon' play with you, period (Let's go) +[Post-Chorus: DaBaby] +I ain't finna play with a nigga +I do it on sight, ain't gon' lay on a nigga (Yeah) +These lil' niggas know I go baby, lil' nigga (Huh?) +That's Baby, that lil' nigga stay with a pistol (Okay, um, wait) +I can't wait to do it, lil' nigga +Like the shit that you pop in your music, lil' nigga (Yeah, bitch) +Got a bitch that I hit every Tuesday, lil' nigga +Send a hit, fuck around and go Boosie, lil' nigga (Bitch-ass nigga) + +[Outro: DaBaby & Boozie Badazz] +Huh-huh +Ayy, Boosie, man, give me that goddamn fifteen thousand I gave you for that feature so I can go put it on a nigga head real quick +Nah, nigga, you gettin' a whole lot of money now, I'll tell you what +You just give me five G's and my lil' partner gon' handle that, and we gon' call it even +Ha-ha-ha +What you think about that? +I ain't fucking with you bruh, ha-ha-ha +I'm gone5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck the Police[Intro] +I'ma send this mothafucka here to the mothafuckin' crackers +Rot in hell mothafucka, plotting on my diamonds + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +They killed Venelle when I was 12, turned me against 'em +Sent me to my first funeral now I'm a victim (of the law) +My daddy called 'em pigs, I'll never forget +He went to jail on Highland road, for tryna piss +Kicked my Auntie Trina door, lookin' for my cousin +Looked at me 'cross the street and said boy you ugly +May 11, dat was my first run in with dem busters +When stupid roughed me up cause I told em mothafucka +Got old it got worser, my hustle got deadly +Runnin' and duckin' from dat dirty bitch Don Kelly +All from school you can catch me with my tool +Smashing in my Magnum from the red white and blue +Dey ask me for money, try to bribe me and all +Dey let the dogs eat me up, up out my fuckin' nuts +Don't give a fuck nigga freedom or jail +I want all you bitches to rot in hell + +[Hook] +Cities, fuck 'em, narcotics, fuck 'em +FEDS, fuck 'em, DAs, fuck 'em +We don't need you bitches on our street say with me +FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) +Without dat badge you a bitch and a half nigga +FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) +Without dat badge you a bitch and a half nigga +FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) FUCK THE POLICE (fuck 'em) +[Verse 2: Webbie] +Come search this bitch cause I don't do weight +'Cause I'm too straight and y'all lil bitches a lil too late +Cuffed me up in front of my kids; I looked em all in they faces +Walked me out like I'm a killa, scared the fuck out my neighbors +Sat me down put a pen and paper on the table and told me +Give us some names and you can leave this bitch +I can't believe this shit, what in the hell +If that's the only way out den nigga show me my cell +Look tell niggas stop, I'll sit here 'til I rot +For all dat, I coulda been a bitch ass cop +Yea Boo I got got, they hit me for a few thou +But you dirty bitches I'm ballin' I ain't miss it at all +Soon as I got back to the house I went and opened a pound +And counted out 700 so much shit ain't get found +And I know tha police listening I'm telling you now +You can never hold a trill nigga down, nigga fuck ya + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +Dis shit a neva stop, let's keep it real Yokk +We need to be like Cali niggas, and kill cops +Plus stupid you stupid, I hope you rot in hell +You lost B, you jost Trell and want T and L +Wonder why I look at yo ass undereye +I get a billion I'm a hit you bitches from tha sky +You gone be dead just like Ivy, a tear drop +FEDS cities I want all of you bitches killed now +Yea we used to run dat dope, ya already know +Served dem birds from 17th to Platcha Court +Took my Beamer I'll never forget +Not enough money in tha bank and dey can take yo shit +Dey went in Webbie house tha otha day (dirty mothafuckas) +Took a $100, 000 away, ain't turn it in +Dey sin, dey don't protect shit +Sincerely yours Mr. Bad Azz, suck my dick and die quick bitch +[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gone Bad (American Horror Story)[Verse: 1 Boosie] +She never felt appreciated +Even though she come from a home of money makers +Preachers, working people, no drug related +They kept her in the house until she 18 +Now she found out and she want what the world brings +The fly niggas with diamond rings +To pay attention when she walk, she new light in the dark +She pretty but she easy now she spreading around the city +Lost her virgin last year now she up 20 niggas +Point to prove, so she tottin' pistols +10 months on that kush, graduated to that sniffa +Family they done washed their hands with her +She go to jail they probably won't get her +Cold world +Everybody like what happened mane to ol' girl? +Damn, good girl gone bad + +[Hook: LIV] +Came from a stable home +They kept her in the house too long +Now she out looking for love +Came around and found a thug +Now her attitude is nasty +Plus she can't control her habit +Good momma, good daddy +Good girl gone bad +[Verse:2 Boosie] +He grew up he was the quiet type +Him, Black and T Mike played all night +Did pretty well in school +But his house wasn't stable +Got two parents but the house ain't got cable +Daddy beating his Momma and she crying out save me +He just 7, to his pops he a baby +Now he got to sit in the room and take it +Couple years passed in his heart filled hatred +His mind frame, everybody trying to snake me +Got his hustle on open shop he was cakin' +Him Black and T mike, paper chasin' +Nigga caught black slippin' smoked him for no reason +Closest family he ever had, dead +Lost without his dog, now its all code reds +Gun play, broad day +Lil nigga gone mad +Since the age of 5 its been a hell of a ride +Always hoping to smile not hoping to die +And stay jail free +With that same clique doing that same shit +When you lose your brother that change shit forever +He got a kid look just like him and it hurt +But you know what he would have did if you was in the dirt +Hollering chill, but you miss your brother +And his mother is like your mother, so yea +Lil' nigga gone bad +[Hook]10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trust Nobody[Intro] +Trust nobody +Don’t trust your friend +Don’t trust your sister +Don’t trust your brother +Don’t even trust your mama +Or your father +Or your grandmother +Or your grandfather +Trust nobody +Don’t trust your girl or your girl’s girl friend +Period + +[Verse 1] +Indicted by closest friends (indicted by closest friends) +Stole from mane by my closest kin +Real G’s like me, we supposed to win +'Posed to have real G’s not supposed to friends +Damn lil’ mama look at you with them pretty eyes +Left me when I went to prison +Thought you was a little bigger +But you just like a nigga +Couldn’t supply you what ya need so you leave me like a killer +I said fuck a lot of niggas, now them niggas can’t stand me +Love the shit out of 'em but I can’t trust my own family +I need to go solo dolo to Miami +I bet if I was broke half these niggas couldn’t stand me +Eyes on everybody, I don’t trust a soul +The real ones ain’t real no more, so I don’t trust the code +Don’t think my bitch silent just ‘cause the dick good (it’s true) +Your family'll steal from ya 'fore ya bitch would +[Hook with Z-Ro] +I trust nobody (I don’t trust family, I don’t trust friends +I don’t trust nobody) +I trust nobody (God said you put your faith in man he will fail you every time) +I might love somebody (You can love somebody but never trust them 100%, they will turn) +But I don’t trust nobody (The only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said) +He said trust nobody + +[Verse 2] +I seen my homeboy do me kinda wrong +That’s why you never hear Lil Junior in a song +Whoever thought his spot'll be gone +Old boy used to be my dude now he blues +Whoever thought his top'll be gone +Bad part I kept it G with homie +12 years still my bitch, played the people on me (mane) +Real tears in the cell by my lonely +Pen and paper envelopes, the Ruger real my homies +We fighting bodies ‘cause our homies +Had to realize niggas ain’t loyal +And all smiles ain’t from the heart +Man these niggas ain’t calling +Bitch nigga Pokey turned rat at like 40 +Ain't wanna see me on the streets so he took half a forty (took 20 years) +I’m like damn who next to switch gangster on me +Who next going downtown and lie that they ain't own it +Nigga, your picture wasn’t perfect and it’s painted on +You ain’t nothing like me and Donk +[Hook] +I trust nobody (I don’t trust family, I don’t trust friends +I don’t trust nobody) +I trust nobody (God said you put your faith in man he will fail you every time) +I might love somebody (You can love somebody but never trust them 100%, they will turn) +But I don’t trust nobody (The only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said) +He said trust nobody + +[Outro] +Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty +Scream ride or die, thought you would die with me +Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride with me +Now it’s a war, you ain’t on the side with me +Nigga used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty +Scream ride or die, thought you would die with me +Now it’s a war, you ain’t on the side with me +You ain’t my brother, niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Facetime[Hook: Trey Songz] +Face time with my little freak +All I need a little peak +Play time under the sheets +I just need a little piece, show it to me +Face time baby, all I need a little peak +Show it to mean, ooh face time baby +Face time with my little freak + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +I walked outside to her beautiful face +Beach in the background its a beautiful day +She got her Pandora on, on her Boosie station +Sweats on real simple and she looking amazing +The view in the beach, the sun and the tree +Made her say ooh baby sin for me +I like to face time her when she wake up with no makeup +No shirt so she can see I got my weight up +Girls night out they go get messed up +When they leave out the club she gon' hit me up +There she go now she all turnt up +Talking nasty blowing kisses girl you do too much +I face time her before the show now I'm doing too much +Hold the camera just right so she can see me iced up +Me and my friend [?] getting our thug on +You going to work face timing with your scrubs on +[Hook: Trey Songz] + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +I got a friend that I like to see nighttime daytime +I like to look her in the eye when I say hi +I know she hit me up on the face so I stay fly +'Fore I Instagram her I'mma face time +Walking through the mall looking at her in her board shorts +Made me get some board shorts for my little friends +I tuned in so I told her let me see something +[?] licking my tongue like I want to eat something +Sexy an understatement you bad as can be +You take the stress off a G when you laughing with me +And when my wi-fi tripping, single start dropping +I be doing what I gotta to try to solve that problem +My partners call me FT for short +Seeing your face help me read your heart +I'm in New York getting money business meetings all day +But when I'm finished I'm headed to the room face time baby + +[Hook: Trey Songz]11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Top To The BottomIt was all a dream I used to write raps in my notebook +A baby G tryin' to walk like Eazy-E +2pac was the shit to me +In my front room tryin to sing Jodeci +My cousin Trell thought he was Ice-T +Minutes came out I thought I was k and b +And the realist nigga came to me +Lost daddy and it really made a man of me +Dropped school when I dropped out cause my momma need help +Fuck that so I'm out teenager with a baby +Then I had 2 +Stayin with my grams at 1132 +Walked in the streets were most niggas don't make it +In and outta jail man niggas can't shake it +So many people did me wrong +That's why I had to write this song + +( chorus ) +They said I'd never make it to the top +Cause I come from the bottom +I'm from the hood were they make it baby +They said I never make it to the top +Cause I come from the bottom +I'm on fire and I'm paper chasin' + +One shot for the Hot Boys +Them niggas make me wanna get a nine boy +Never thought I have cars like I got cars +Never thought I have broads like I got broads +Same girls wouldn't holler at a broke nigga +On my dick like flies on shit so I treat her like a ho nigga +Lost some niggas in the struggle +The night I lost I, I lost my brother +Gotta get paid what I told my mother +Show off your Rolex because your son is a young hustler +Everybody mad while we laying across the street +Say we got rich off sellin' that D +Say the hood good if it good when ya get big money +Now the hood wanna do ya in +They say I be in the pen but that's a lie +Fuck my name up time after time Boosie badazz +( chorus ) + +I'm from the hood were they don't make it +Everything they shoot ain't got no safe +Everything hood ain't got no patience +So, they do time for a stupid ass crime +Turf taught me grind nigga shine late +Years past by and I got that paper +Said I wouldn't make it they laughed at a nigga +Now I'm on t.v. a ol' badass nigga +Came from the trap across the tracks where its thugs +Now I got a house 3 stories like a club +People still talkin' bout me but its all gravy +So many people love me somebody gotta hate me +I went from runnin' from the jump out boys to being followed round town by the binocular boys +Remember when I used to sit in front the game room +Calvin Ricks was the shit on my avenue + +( chorus )6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Touchdown To Cause HellI touchdown at 11:45 with a 50 pound lick and a couple hard nines +Now I'm back on the grind on my side I got a nine +And I'm a go blind if you disrespect my mind +Fuck, I'm fresh out the parish doe still smokin Cali dro +Still totin' calicos +You niggas ought to know I was cold at 16, man I'm in n out of prison +My father figure dead so that's how a nigga livin' +What would you do, if you was Boo? +Kill every nigga who hate on you +Ridin round scared thinkin' a nigga finna play with you +I'm Rambo in that bottom cause I lay down law +It's consequences when u play me cause I lay down chalk +If you ain't heard about Lil Boosie then I'm making my mark +I cutt ya throat and take ya house, thats that Souja Slim talk +If you got money they can't never hold it down in the dark +They can make you feel brave but that money don't talk, and I... + +[Hook: x4] +I touchdown cause hell +Touchdown to cause hell x3 + +And I told myself I wasn't go go to jail but I lied +Now my Momma on her knees and she cry +And my daughter askin' where her daddy at and why? (where he at and why?) +Now the feds on a nigga hard +Got to put my whip up cause Lil Boosie smart +I touchdown, I'm blues in the block +If ya owe me better pay me or I'm bruisin' ya now +To tall you hoes who ain't chose don't holla now +I got a lot of money now and I'm wilder now +Detective Wayne you frog eyed looking bitch +You gon' take my .45 cause you can't afford a nigga shit +Oh well give me a bond, put me back in orange +Oh well i’m in this bitch and no i don’t learn +Got to get my pad and hit my bunk and write some savage shit +Wait on my name to be called like hash packing shit +[Hook: ]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Baby MommaThis one here for them baby mommas +Who make baby daddies don't even want no baby daddy +Feel this nigga. Lil Boosie. Check dis outt + +[Verse] +Baby momma baby momma +I'm tired of you +I'm to the point where I wanna fire you +You play the games that a child will do +When you need to do the things that a mama do +Baby momma baby momma +You stressin me (you stressin me girl) +Cause I ain't rich you think less of me (you think less of me) +And we ain't gotta take the test to see +You need to change yo ways so you can see the best of me +Baby momma baby momma +You lied to me (you lied) +A good man I tried to be (I tried) +You do me wrong even the blind can see +That's why I got another woman on the side of me +And she gon love me better (yea) +Fuck me better warm me up up in the coldest weather +She bout whatever you heard me +Baby momma baby momma I trusted you +It was so good I left it in when I made love to you +[Hook] +I'm askin +Why you cryin girl? +Why you be lyin girl? +Why you won't shine girl? +On the stretch you know it's mine girl +Im askin +Why you have a baby? +Just to drive me crazy? +Why you be actin shady? +When you posed to be my lady + +[Verse] +Baby momma baby momma +Thought you love me ho? (thought you love me ho) +But you won't put a child on child support +And you don't even want my child to know +That it ain't daddy it's his mama who wildin' tho +Baby momma baby momma +You jealous of me +You don't even want the fellas wit me (my niggas) +And you keep on telling me +To slow my role but behind you I'm catchin' felonies +Baby momma baby momma +Where the love done went? (where the luv done went) +Don't wanna leave you cuz I love ya scent (ya smell) +The names I call you ain't really meant +But I'm tired of all these fightin's and arguments +Besides we grown not no mo teenagers +So you can stop playin them games tryna check my pager +You need to get ya mind right if not I'll see you later +You posed to take my side but you listen to the hatas (damn) +[Hook] +I'm askin +Why you cryin girl? +Why you be lyin girl? +Why you won't shine girl? +On the stretch you know it's mine girl +I'm askin +Why you have a baby? +Just to drive me crazy? +Why you be actin shady? +When you posed to be my lady +[Verse] +Baby momma baby momma +You hurted me +Me and you know you deserted me (why?) +I ain't gon lie feel like you murdered me +Cause you the only girl who ever hold work for me +Baby momma baby momma +You a possum now (you sneaky) +I heard you ridin through the bottom now (for what) +You tryna get back on my team +Cause you heard I had a major plug on prementhazime bitch please +Baby momma look what I did for you (look what I did) +I took you places that you never knew (you ain't even know that) +I bought you any kind of tennis shoe +If I thought I wouldn't gon make it I'll finish you (blaw) +Baby momma you missin me (I know that) +I know you miss how you was kissin me (fa sho) +It's sad to say that you a friend of me +But just remember can't nobody lay that dick like me +[Hook] +I'm askin +Why you cryin girl? +Why you be lyin girl? +Why you won't shine girl? +On the stretch you know it's mine girl +I'm askin +Why you have a baby? +Just to drive me crazy? +Why you be actin shady? +When you posed to be my lady +I'm askin +[Lil Boosie talkin] +Yea this for them baby momma's who put a nigga on child support +But just don't know they'll get more without child support +You know what I'm sayin and that gotta stop +You know what I'm sayin +It ain't that I'mma try to make it I'mma put it on yo head +Y'all hoes wrong for that shit man let a nigga live ya heard me +You can't stop me dat's how it is now + +[Hook] +Baby momma I done blew up now +Got a ho she some true love now (she grown) +And I heard you gotta new thug now +And you goin through some mo shit (mo shit) +I'm out this bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Goin Thru Some Thangs[Intro] +Uh huh Lil Boosie look at its me gangsta +Ima do some shit some real shit + +[Hook - Boosie] +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things + +[Verse 1 - Boosie] +I been goin thru some shit, from my niggas - to my bitch +And these niggas wanna snitch (why) +I wanna get rich, but sometimes I don't believe +Tryna sell a hundred - thousand but they burnin my cd's (that's fucked up) +Niggas and bitches please won't you give me help +Get yo ass off that computer and buy the shit up off the shelf +Cause I wanna ride candy mayne just like the others +Sometimes I wish I should've took the good route like my brother +These niggas say they love ya but they steal ya dope +Call you up back like that and try an steal ya hope, I still cope +And these niggas wanna rap about you +Know you a solider, but they still wan'bring that savage out you, to get exposed +And these hoes they for the money, tell yo old lady dirty lies but they know they frontin +Check this out in Baton Rouge it's real wicked +And you can't go platinum down here cause this ain't New York City +And all my cousins doin time, thuggin in the Penn +I'm thinkin bout 'em everytime I take a sip of Henn +And I ain't gon'lie I don't wanna be like Camoflauge +I met him one week, next week he died - I almost cryed +Damn +[Hook - Boosie Rp] +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things + +[Verse 2 - Boosie] +Stay hatin cause I'm V.I.P +Ride thru my city with my hat bent like T.I.P +I'm all G, they got alot of niggas signin deals +But they can't talk what I be talkin cause I spit the real +Till I get killed, and these niggas changin like the weather +Think he ya nigga but you lookin at the fuckin devil +Who want ya bezzle and that voice that he wish he had +Jealousy got niggas creepin, down to bust yo ass +We livin fast but you know this how it gotta be +Money, cars, clothes, and hoes till they pop at B +This for my niggas down in Texas on them fuckin swangas +Who got the whole other side of town wantin to stank e'm +And Lil' Boosie mayne I been stressin cause the shit I did (what I did) +Not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids +This shit is real - wish I had a real friend to holla +They tend to laugh when I tell 'em bout my fuckin problems +But I be stackin the fetti, so momma straight when I'm gone +I been prayin for Webbie - cause Webbie wild with that chrome (damn) +[Hook - Boosie Rp] +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +(I been goin thru some things) + +[Verse 3 - Boosie] +I'm sippin gallons, tryna ease the pain (leanin) +Hopin my niggas keep it gutta, but they seem to change +That's why I'm solo, blowin do - do in a different city +Thinkin these niggas tryna do me but they rollin with me +My ho the sickest, but she listen to what the streets say +That got me stressin cause she might be leavin any day +I tryed to pray but when I holla he ain't holla back +That's why I'm missin prayers daily tryna get these stacks (why that) +Cause the situation that I'm in +The judge tryna send me to the Penn and give me ten - and do me in +Got me stressin on some major shit +My momma agin and my grandma and my baby sick +This hatin shit, got me one step away from clickin +These me against the world livin'got all my people bitchin +I looked my momma in her eyes, told her respect the game +She like "Boosie leave it alone, look you playin games" (dang) +[Hook - Boosie Rp] +I been goin thru some things +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things + +And don't nobody understand me mayne - I wan'ride candy mayne +I been goin thru some things +Hopin my niggas stay the same, but they always change +I been goin thru some things + +[Outro:] +That's real life right there nigga +You go through so much +You know what I'm sayin' +Nigga be thinkin' nigga be ballin' +But a nigga be strugglin' at the same time +Why they ballin' you know what I'm sayin' +And I been goin' through some thangs +And don't nobody understand me man +I been goin' through some thangs +And don't nobody understand me man +I want rock candy man +But don't nobody understand me man +I want rock candy man +But don't nobody understand me man6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thug Me Like That[Intro] +Lil Boosie Badazz... + +[Verse 1] +Nah I promise you to come home at night (yeah right) +I promise you to always treat you right (yeah right) +I promise to be down for you and never cheat (and never cheat) +But when I'm with a dime piece I can see them tears flyin' down your cheek +(Why you thug me like that) Cause I'm thug +I pull away from girls when we start fallin' in love +Was gonna take you on a cruise but I changed my mind (I changed my mind) +I always promise you the movies but I have no time +I'm with my niggas half the day and she ain't feelin' that (no) +While she at home cookin' and cleanin' I'm gettin' stacks +She love a nigga but I be damned if she trusts a nigga +But the sex still a 10 when we fuckin' nigga +And she like + +[Hook] x4 +Why you thug me like that (I swear to God) +I don't mean to +Sometimes I feel like I don't need you + +[Verse 2] +Now I promise not to leave ya pussy wet (yeah right) +I promise you to show you some respect (yeah right) +I guess I live the life of a superstar +Drivin' all these fancy cars +And real talk I mayne I can have any broad +Plus I +I hate to see you cryin' +I hate to tell you lies +That's why deep inside she be like +"Boosie, Why you thug me like that?" +It's just in me +Been doin' girls wrong since I stepped off in McKinley +Hate to put my hands on ya cause I feel bad +I wear a rubber when I'm fuckin' but you don't feel that +They got a lot of women wrong +Got a lot of women strong +But when you got a superstar you gotta hold on +Superstar gon' try to fuck all these hoes (yeah right) +But when they zip down them bows everything alright +My nigga bleak he like "go home to your old lady +She catch your ass slippin' she gon' bust that 380" +[Hook] x4 +Why you thug me like that (I swear to God) +I don't mean to +Sometimes I feel like I don't need you + +[Verse 3] +Look this how I play it if I ever fuck with ya +I'mma fuck another girl see if you go fuck another nigga +(Why you thug me like that) Cause I'm Boosie Badazz +If she don't suck it I act mad +I can't do nothin' but laugh +I make these girls cook for me and don't even come by +I hope this dirty shit don't come back on Tarlaysia and I +I make the girl pussy wet when I look in her eyes +So Boosie never surprised when he get in them thighs +I got my heart broke at 14 that was way way back +So all the girls after that it was straight pay back +I like to lay back and take trips and dress you up +But when you start mouthin' off you messin' up +So shut it up +Would you forgive a real nigga (answer that) (for real) +Would you still be with him (answer that) (for real) +If he had another baby put you in a situation +Would you forgive him or leave him and hate him +Damn +[Hook] x4 +Why you thug me like that (I swear to God) +I don't mean to +Sometimes I feel like I don't need you + +X2 +Boosie why you thug me +Boosie why you thug me +Boosie why you thug me like that + +X2 +Boosie why you thug me (I don't mean to) + +Boosie why you thug me +Boosie why you thug me +Boosie why you thug me like that + +[Outro] +This song +Dedicated to them celebrities (haha) +Who be thuggin' like that +And they don't even mean to +But at the same time +Yeah right (yeah right)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Loose as a Goose[Intro: Lil Boosie] + +Uh oh loose as a goose +I be loose as a goose +Loose as a goose +I be loose as a goose +Loose as a goose +Loose as a goose +Loose as a goose + +[Chorus: Lil Boosie] + +I be loose as a goose don't get me started +Two shots of Patron now I’m on in the party +Loose as a goose don’t get me started +With a clique of thug niggas when I step off in da party +I be loose as a goose don't get me started +Full of that liquor when I step up off in the party +Loose as a goose don't get me started +Goin' off at them jiggas when I step up off in the party + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] + +Nah nah nah nah +Don't get me started +Cause I'll wild out and cock the Glock 40 +Nah nah nah nah +Don't get me started +Cause it can get retarded yeah heard me retarded +Got a body bag +And a couple masks +I bust his ass and I pop another half +Comin through the club man I got my own swag +Don't look wrong cause I will get on your ass +Goons on deck all my niggas acting bad +Wipe me down I'm on girl I'm Boosie Badass +That liquor got me trippin can I have you girl (please) +Can you give me head in the bathroom girl (please) +Four car garage man I'm in my own world +Neck full of pieces +Bitch you gotta see me +Always good lookin +My mouth kind of crooked +I be loose out in Century bookin +I'm Boosie Badass +[Chorus x1] + +[Verse 2: Foxx] + +I'll be looser than a freak hoe +That fuck n give ya deep throat +We in the Club Depot +My tolerance is zero +When I be in the club you already know the dealio +V.I.P be full of bad bitches like a video +We standing where the door at +We buying all the Moet +You better take your hoe and leave if we ain't got ya hoe yet +I'm loose like a goose +With a deuce of that juice +It might slow your ass down but to me it is a boost +I'm a motherfucking gangster in the club where the G's at +N they ain't talking cars when they ask where them keys at +Make ya OI lady put her head where her knees at +You don't break it off theyll find out where them leaves at +Dolla Dolla bill all a nigga really need +I knew how to count the money before I knew how to read +Let that choppa go and knock a nigga arm out his sleeve +Cause when I get loose somebody child gone bleed + +[Chorus x1] +[Verse 3: Mouse] + +I say "Hakuna Matata" +That's how I'm feeling +Nigga look up at the roof +Yeah it's me I'm to the ceiling +Where them tabs at nigga +I'm really an willing +Throw it back throw it back +I'm in the motherfucking building +Nigga do what cha do +But watch my sneakers +I spent good money +Step on em and I sneak ya +Nigga I am to pieces +Like I got the wiggles +[?] Boosie [?] they body +Yeah you know he on them Jiggas +A cig up in my mouth +A cup up in my hand +A [?] right beside me doing the murder man dance +Don't think about beef nigga you ain't got a chance +Last night I had ya bitch up in a three point stance +I hop up on the stage tell DJ just run it +I fuck with real niggas that gone keep it 100 +Where my mind where my mind at +I think its been lost +In a club like a chicken with my head cut off +[Chorus x1]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My NiggasThis is for my niggas, my rounds, my rollers, my killas, my thugs, my niggas +My luv, my cock it back ready to bust + +Boosie Bad Azz + +(Now) If you love yo nigga, Hug yo nigga (hug yo nigga) +Look em' dead in the eye +And tell yo nigga +Tell that nigga you love em' (you love them) + +We started out +Smoking weed in the park +Visine in our eyes +Tryin make it home foe dark +Flippin off the clothes line, holes in our jeans +Fuckin wit these hoes mind, on the trampoline +Trippin off that purple haze, tryin get it off +Gotta find a junkie +At the bottom mad dog +All fights was crowd fights, coming up in the streets +And even if you right or wrong it on mane its beef (off top) +I cut class wit this nigga +Act a ass wit this nigga +Off that hide-go-get +Unless them hoes suckin dick +Feeling like the shit on the first week of school +Till ya clothes run out now you acting a fool +Member when we first started grindin' +They was giving us hell +All the OG's was hatin tryin hog all the sells +But the OG's started chosen +We busted the hood open +And my niggas they keep a nigga rollin +I Love ya + +[Hook: repeat 2X] +Yeah I love my niggas (I love my niggas) +And all my niggas love me (They Love me) +Yeah I love my niggas (I love y'all nigga) +Till eternity ( 4 life) + +This for donkey, bleak, kirby, and my brother +Brunson Ed Lova and my nigga headbussa +This for Jr and Big Chris off the GST +This for Ivy Ace and Josh who resting in peace +This for Big Turk Big Mel Spurlock and Big deuce +Big Slim AL too Fat Fox and head too +For Tony T. my nigga Goola and Project Pat +This for Lil' Mel off the BL +For Titus and Timmy, I ain't seen em' in a minute +This for my nigga Gator on the purple purple spinage +This for bleak in Angola (Poochie) Mook in Angola (Wow) +This for my nigga Dee Dee knocking heads off the shoulders +For the families, The Hatches, The Givens +For the prays they were sending that keep a nigga living +This for Webbie +We had that argument that day +He still came to see me in the hospital the next day +He must love Me +[Hook] + +Whoever thought in elementary that me and yooou +End up in penitentiary +If I tell you that I love you I mean ( I meant that nigga) +That ain't this liquor or these pills that's the way a nigga feel on the real +Hung around the nigga so much we like the same hoes +Spit the same game, plus we wear each other clothes +On the rode they be wit me city to city +They watch my every move quick cause lil boosie loss shit +This for Mouse and Bee, who keep my tracks coming down +This for my Uncle Dee OG out of Eazy town +This for my son tootie that's my lil nigga +And even when Im gone im gone still be wit ya +Say Que a nigga miss ya and I miss ya peeps ( Chicago man) +Who help started this vibe that made you leave the streets +What up bunk you know its love here from my block to yo block +This for my niggas in the cell block ( WOW) + +[Hook] + +I wanna thank that nigga Pimp C for everythang nigga +All the love believe that +I wanna thank my CEO Big Mel and Big Turk +For not quitting on a nigga +Keeping me focus +Keeping my mind right, all the way right +My mind right, bread right, whateva +I wanna thank my family for the prays +The Hatches, The Givens and Trill ENT +That's why I Love ya, One moe time +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Better Believe It[Intro: Young Jeezy] +Yeah, first up +Shouts out to Louisiana niggas, yeah +Yo Boosie, I was thinkin' I lost a lot of homeboys +A whole lot of money, and I'm still here nigga + +[Hook] +You better believe it, you better believe it +You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough) +You better believe it, you better believe it +You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code) +You better believe it +(I'ma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real nigga should) +You better believe it +(I'ma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood) +You better believe it +(I'ma rep my block every city, every town everywhere I go) +You better believe it (that's if you didn't know) +You better believe it + +[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie] +Boosie Badazz +Ladies and gentlemen, it's Boosie Boo +King of Louisiana, I been the truth +If you don't know, better ask somebody +I am the show and the afterparty +I'm stacking dough +Ain't gotta sell crack no mo', still on my grind +Got a lot of kids at home +Gotta get it on, late night to the early morn' +Fifty grand in my pants like Ivy Smith +Give back to the hood like Nino Brown +Neck kind of freezy, boy believe me +You can playa hate, but take it easy +We done got the streets, me and Jeezy +Learned from the game how to stack the breezy +Got love from the hood so it's all good +We both gon' eat, me and Jeezy +Riding down the highway (zoom zoom) +.4-5 on the side me (boom boom) +Bad chick on side me (ooh ooh) +She rollercoaster ride me (woooo!) +In the projects where ya find me +I got the hood behind me +My records selling out the stores now +My money don't fold now +You best believe it, they feeling me +From Alaska to Tennessee +From the East to the West Coast +I smoke on the best smoke +We pushing Lambos, Phantoms +And Bentley coupes now +People hollerin' out the windown +"Hey Boosie, you got the juice now! +[Hook] +You better believe it, you better believe it +You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough) +You better believe it, you better believe it +You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code) +You better believe it +(I'ma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real nigga should) +You better believe it +(I'ma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood) +You better believe it +(I'ma rep my block every city, every town everywhere I go) +You better believe it (that's if you didn't know) +You better believe it + +[Verse 2: Young Jeezy] +Stacked brick on top of brick +Yeah I laid my foundation 'til I built my house +And it was mixtape after mixtapes +And then the next thing you know, I was runnin' the South +Streets introduced me to the trap +See that wasn't enough, see I wanted the world +And that's about the time my album dropped +And the next thing you know I was runnin' the world +Who ya think ya is bitch, one of the girls? +See ya ass in ya jeans makes me wonder girl +I'm a super nigga, need a cape for me +Real street niggas they relate to me +A big disappointment I would hate to be +In the wrong place at the wrong time +In the wrong line with the wrong man +Right car with the wrong thang +Can't tell me shit, I'm a grown man +Sixteen years old with a old thang +Same clothes for days, same spot for months +Two AKs and a box of blunts +If it's money you want, it's money you get +Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get +Ya ever believe that I'd ever believe +That I'd ever achieve what I ever achieved +[Verse 3: Webbie] +Stop this bitch, let me tell the world something +From the bottom to the top, shoulda seen that shit +Me and my lil' thug got it from the mud +Every thang I spit I really mean that shit +It's crazy, ain't it? Hard to explain it +I done got famous, all I did was bring it +The Savage Life behind the mic +Now everybody hollerin' 'bout Trill Entertainment +Rest in peace, Pimp C +I scream that shit every time I do shows +You put me on, and I ain't forget +So for my nigga, I gotta fuck two hoes +Whatever y'all mean that I ain't got cream +If ya see me in the hood, don't think I can't leave +When I was nineteen, I really had whole mil' +These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams +I ain't through yet, I done done at all +But I got a lot of stuff that I ain't get to do yet +I fucked up, I ain't make it through school +Wanna see if my kids gonna make it through that +From Miami, to L.A +Back to Manhattan where the big cake +From Baton Rouge, I done did it +Go ahead, admit it, I'm the shit, hey +And I don't care what a bitch say +I'ma be like this 'til I get gray +And I ain't puttin' no rims on it +When it's $500 ya ride factory +The new album is on the way +When it's the real deal, ya know ya gotta wait +Bad Azz gon' act a dog ass +And y'all already know this +[Hook] +You better believe it, you better believe it +You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough) +You better believe it, you better believe it +You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code) +You better believe it +(I'ma stay on the grind, getting mine like a real nigga should) +You better believe it +(I'ma still do me, be the same OG who put it down for the hood) +You better believe it +(I'ma rep my block every city, every town everywhere I go) +You better believe it (that's if you didn't know) +You better believe it3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pussy Got Me Like[Intro: MO3] +Ooh, Danberry +I brought Danberry to the hood early +Hood with another one +La-la, la-la, la-la +All night, yeah +Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh + +[Chorus: MO3] +I apologize, if I make you take this dick +About a thousand times, you keep tellin' me you're comin' +Well I'm right behind ya, got me jumpin' in your stomach +Tryna touch your spine, that pussy got me like +"Oh-oh, oh-oh, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +The pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +That pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +That head got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +Girl + +[Verse 1: MO3] +I know I'm on your mind (Wha?) +I make you come, look, don't run +I don't have the time (Have the time) +All in your lungs, I go dumb +It should be a crime (Shake me down) +Lets make a movie in this bitch +I tell her press rewind (Press rewind) +I'm an untame lion, oh-oh, oh-oh (Ayy) +I go gorilla mode in the pussy +Yeah, I go gorilla, go apeshit +When I'm in gorilla mode, she be lookin' +When I'm in gorilla, don't say shit +Snuck in with the hoodie on with the glizzy +Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom, boom-boom +Bitch I'm like the cookie monster with the nookie (Ahh) +And she gon' ride me like a roller coaster +At Six Flags (At Six Flags) +Lil' mama thicker than a snicker +I want that KitKat, yeah +I'm affair mackin' +And got a six pack (I do) +She put that pussy on me (Put that pussy on) +No, I can't get attached (Yeah-ah) +[Chorus: MO3] +I apologize, if I make you take this dick +About a thousand times, you keep tellin' me you're comin' +Well I'm right behind ya, got me jumpin' in your stomach +Tryna touch your spine, that pussy got me like +"Oh-oh, oh-oh, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +The pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +That pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +That head got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +Yeah + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +She say she want me right now (Right now) +She say she need me ASAP (Facts) +She say book the flight and she gon' make that (She gon' make that) +She say she 'bout to show out (Haha) +Say she can't wait to taste that +Reminded me of what we did in the Maybach +Came in and took her clothes off (All off) +And put it straight in her mouth (Damn) +Savage shit when we hit +I really turned baby out (Turned baby out) +Catch a nut and smoke one, and go again (Go again) +Another rodeo (Yay, yay) +I don't wanna talk, I wanna fuck +I'm a Scorpio (Yay, yay) +She feel it, I feel it (Yes) +She comin', I'm comin' (Yes) +She rain, I thunder, like +Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Oh) +Rub my dick on her ass cheeks +In the mornin', sorry, girl, I'm horny +I apologize +[Chorus: MO3] +I apologize, if I make you take this dick +About a thousand times, you keep tellin' me you're comin' +Well I'm right behind ya, got me jumpin' in your stomach +Tryna touch your spine, that pussy got me like +"Oh-oh, oh-oh, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +The pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +That pussy got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +That head got me like, "Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm" +Girl, ooh-ooh-ooh + +[Outro] +I go gorilla mode on the pussy +Yeah, I go gorilla, go apeshit +That pussy got me like +It got me like +That pussy got me like +Lil' mama got me right +And I said hey, ayy-ayy-ayy +Ooh-ooh-ooh +I go gorilla mode on the pussy +Yeah, I go gorilla, go apeshitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hatin’[Intro] +Lil' Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz) +And I wanna know tonight +Why they hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me?) +Shit I'm a good nigga believe that (believe that) +Let's roll + +[Hook] +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) + +[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie] +Nigga ate at my momma table my daughter called him uncle (she called him uncle) +I treated him like he was Donkey and he told on me (he ratted on me) +The judge lookin' like he wanna drop a load on me +My nigga lookin' like he wanna break the code on me +Tell me why they let me ride for a year +Now they want my 745 until I show for this here +Nigga try to sneak me but that's ho shit (that's ho shit) +You ain't gon' get no stripes off me lil daddy (uh-uh) +You better try some more shit +And now they fuckin' with my girl head +Them hoes she 'round keep puttin' her soulja down +And she can't focus now +Ain't that a shame how they fuck up your name +Tell promoters you gon' cut throat 'em +Now you missin' your change +Who gon' take the pistol charge since everybody convicted +Been to 5 funerals in 3 months lord knows that I miss 'em +I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done +You pussy motherfuckers y'all gon' hate on my son +[Hook] +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) + +[Verse 2: Lil' Boosie] +From the cradle to the grave I'm gon' always be a hustler +As long as you succeed they gon' always be a busta (huh bra) +They hated Dr. King (say that) +They hated when he marched (yeah) +They hated Malcolm X (fasho) +And they hated Rosa Parks (for real) +Sometimes the enemy on your passenger side +Ridin' witcha gettin' high +But you can't believe it +But you know that he sneaky (he sneaky) +When I was five my momma looked at her son +And told me "Boy you gon' break hearts cause you too cute for just one" +I guess this baby face and these rap skills that God blessed me with +Got niggas nuts hangin' ready to come and test me bitch but look +You know they said I was dead two shots up in my head +Some say I O-D'd off that Ex what they gon' say next + +[Hook] +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) +It's real life homie +[Verse 3: Lil' Boosie] +Now they say me and Webbie beef and we on the same team (same team) +We drop hits you know your bitch we got the same dreams (same dreams) +Alot of niggas playa hatin' cause they ain't me (they ain't me) +So in they mind they won't hesitate to spank me +I seen alot of shit, Lord knows I try +Rumors hurt me inside but I'm still showin' pride +Want figgas like Jigga (yeah) +With a brain like Dane +Can't slip like beans +Cause I got dreams to be the mayne +But I never change +Mayne no matter how raw it get +I'm beast mode lil daddy so I'm prepared for the rawest shit +They called me out my name (believe that) +They told me I was stuntin' +Told 'em "One day bitch I'mma have some Oprah money" +Wooh + +[Hook] +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets) + +Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin') +Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me) +Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper) +I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All I Know[Talking] +When you loved like I'm loved +Somebody got to hate ya +It don't surprise me at all cause I'ma street goon +I'm doing big things going big places +This what I do + +[Hook] +Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know +Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know + +[Verse 1] +That's all I know +Don't care what you say about me (nah) +Don't care how you feel about me (nah) +Drag my name through the mug +Guess what? I'm bout to kill these streets +Going places you will never see +Someone you will never be +Mama say get some rest +I might miss a check so I never sleep +Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty +Is all I know +Trouble free, you don't want war with me cause war is all I know +Went from the block to hip hop +Bottom to the tip top +I can't go broke I'm too hot +You hating on me cause you not +They hated Jesus so you know they gon hate me cause of my power +Its my time, my grind , my gift, my hour +This was God's plan , grind hard +Everyday I wake up she wanted me to miss my flight +I got to go to get my cake up +So I +[Hook] +Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know +Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey,hey +That's all I know +Hey, my nigga that's all I know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey + +[Verse 2] +This all I know +I hustle hard +I shine bright +Let all these shoot shooting people stay on their guide-light +Money over niggas and I hate to the dick riding type +Hating people textin' to get a spot in the limelight +Pop them bottles I'ma grind this show +Come back off tour and grind some more +From my heart it ain't none to cut that bitch off +That ain't my ho +Hustle so I don't struggle nigga that's all I know +You in everybody business you bitches that's why you broke +While y'all criticizin' my name, I'm on a camel in Dubai +If they say 'sky's the limit,' guess what, then I'm the sky +Real music, I ain't gotta lie, tears of joy run down my eye +You hatin' a nigga who come from nothin', my nigga I ain't surprised, I + +[Hook] +Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know +Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey,hey +That's all I know +Hey, my nigga that's all I know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know + + +[Verse 3] +That's all I know +That money bag +That's all I know +Show up , show out and show my ass +That's all I know +People spreading lies on ya ol' lying ass ho +Misery loves company so hating +That's all you know +And they say , they say that I won't coming home +They say , they say that I won't coming home +I say , I say so many done me wrong +Now millions to the ceiling +Ian tripping ha ha +[Hook] +Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know +Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga that's all you know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey,hey +That's all I know +Hey, my nigga that's all I know +And I'm going lots of places but I ain't going broke +Cause putting money over niggas and bitches that's all I know +Hey9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +O Lord[Intro] +Oh Lord, I ain't gon' do no more wrong +I wish I was a baby in my mama's home +You see the judge gave me the time up in there court +I went from a million dollar home to a cell 8 by 4 +Oh Lord + +[Hook] +Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord +I ain't gon' do no more wrong +Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord +The whole pen sayin' +Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord +I just wanna go home +Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord +(You feel me now nigga) + +[Verse 1] +To go home you can have my home and all my redbones +Know when I'm free I'll get it back cause my head strong +Fuck all who's wildin' out, I can't keep fuckin' up +Judge hit the hammer and reality strucks +Ain't no place like home, I'm looking at the window +Thinking 'bout my kinfolk wishin' I had some indo +Do the time, do the crime time, thinkin' so +Wish that I could get a miracle relief from (hit 'em up) +I'm in the pen now, whish that I was still a baby +Gettin' rock to sleep, listening to sweet sadie +Fuck all these fat mouths and niggas I'mma let 'em ride +You think I'm pussy, it's all good, walk away and smile +Promise this time father God I'mma use my mind +Trynna to do no more wrong, and I'mma gon' pay my tithes +Momma asks me sh*t Boosie what's wrong ? Nothin' Connie +I just want to go home, I just want to go +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Ain't nothin' in this bitch for me, know what I'm talking 'bout +Rather be broke on the street than a penitention box +Nigga on the side but man he came to the pen strong +Stuck in them cells fuck them up now as mine gone +My other neighbor caught an L at only 15 +He only fucked one girl before he left the streets +My heart goes out too, his situation affected me +Fuck goin' on a call out, I wanna walk free +I had super bad bitches that was hood to me +Now they've got bad built bitches lookin' good to me +The judge gave me that time though my heart stopped +My eyes watered up on me, nigga my suggar dropped +I need somethin' out this bitch, they've got me stressin' +I need some peas', Mac & cheese and cornbread dressing +Momma asks me sh*t Boosie what's wrong Nothin' momma +I just want to go home, I just want to go + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Oh Lord, that's why I'll holla as the food turns sour +Faceing seven murders cause your goons turns south +Oh Lord, that's why I'll holla get me out this bitch +Long nights, plenty prayers, now I'm outchea rich +My niggas in there sick I know mook pray I blow +He been down 19 and he's just 34 +Purple dro we need (Oh Lord) to put all mine in these +Nigga get real time, why not smoke weed ? +[Hook] + +[Outro] +Free Titus nigga, Free Meechie, Free mook, Free flea, nigga, Free one nigga +Free five? nigga, Free van, Free Joe, Free that nigga C-Murder man +Free B.G., Free boo the wild thang nigga, Free Mac, Free Mandigo +Free wanye perry nigga, Free part time too Lil nigga +All the real niggas I ain't forgot y'all +I know one thing, I know one thing +They just wanna go home, they just wanna go home +And if they go home, they ain't gon' do no more wrong +They just wanna go home +Oh Lord +Oh Lord6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Indictments(hook) +Lets not talk about indictments +That shit get frightening +Lets not speak about cocaine +They swapping names +Federal search and seizure +Turn boys into believers +Set up by your people +Young devils and deceivers +You're not my equal + +[Verse 1: B Will] +(Daamn) Eddie hit my phone like whats happenin homie +Went to Baton Rouge, niggas ratted on me +Shit get crazy my old lady young attached and lonely +Bitch got full of that powder and she snatched the homie +Lawwd, how much pain can my soul take +Oh what a difference 36 O's make +I hit em up, broke em down +Murders turn to cold case +3am, me or them, them niggas dont sell coke late +Pink dolphins and snowflake +All they do is roleplay +In my heart I just know (I can whip a whole cake) +I saw the whole thing starin through my gold frames +Chain smokin cigarettes ashes on my low mayne +Up the totem pole the rocks that my scrotum hold +Jesus please bless my soul +I press the dope with my left exhale the smoke with my right arm +Don't rat (Don't rat, that that's how niggas die young) +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +I hate talking about indictments +But I think its time to speak +5 months til my release these niggas stole my brother Bleek +4 weeks later read the paper faces poppin up (Im hurtin) +Homocide in my cell sayin we gotcha (On 7 murders) +Next day 4 more indictments it was frightenin my heart shakin +4 more drug charges and my old lady made the statement(This is facts) +Took my music froze all my accounts +To bring me pain cry in shame (Like I was dealin cocaine) +That was illegal search and seizure how they went fucked with my shit +Prolly did it cause when they questioned me I told em suck my dick +It ain't stoppin kept goin one year later two more indictments +Bringing syrup in jail ???? Titus +Hard lookin at that chalkboard thinkin am i finished +When your face on top the chalkboard +Under you are your lieutenants +Orange slippers on my feet +Prayin I see some gucci tennis +This shit get hard to mention (So please)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grade A[Intro] +Coming up I wanted a money roll to get a honor roll +Bitches so bad you think about 'em man they conscience cold +And I'll take these bitches over a 100 hoes +Straight like that +Livin' galore I'm talkin' shape like that +Got the body of the goddess with a face to match +Grade A niggas so "grade A" I attract +No C's or D's on my team +Girl you a title +[Hook] +Check out my honor roll +Grade A bitches, Grade A, Grade A, Grade A bitches +Check out my honor roll +Grade A bitches, put your hands up if you a Grade A bitch +Check out my honor roll +Grade A bitches Grade A Grade A with my bitches +Check out my honor roll +Grade A bitches, put your hands up if you a Grade A bitch + +[Verse 1] +Red bone slim waist +Pretty face pretty pussy Grade A +Can't forget my Harlem chick the baddest upstate +Perfect ass but it look fake +Can't forget my West Side bitch out the A +She ? nigga we at the dealership nigga +Got the chick at King Of Diamonds man she ? too +Bad bitches across the world love Boosie Boo +My LA she a model yes her sex appeal make it holla +Perfect eye liner +My H-Town chick man all she do is wear designer +Got her own shit man she a grinder +[hook] + +[Verse2] +Own car own house +Weave, purse and her hair bounce +Can't forget my Jamaican girl with no stomach +Whole family street style she got old money +My Puerto Rican superbad she got a walk on her +Sexy sassy anything she got a mouth on her +My Memphis girl lord knows I bet the house on her +I got a Chinese broad bad as Nicki Minaj +Honor roll honor roll +Where you at girl? +Catch the walk look bad make it clap girl +Red bottoms ten out of time my boss bitch +You see the shit I got on? Nigga she bought this +Chanel bags, 5 swag, that's my snow bunny +Blonde hair, blue eyes, that's a cold bunny +My Cali girl, she standin' 5'3 +She favor Halle Berry, and she bad as can be + +[hook]10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Want Sex[Verse 1:] +When I Step Up In Da Club Niggas Giv Me Daps An Hugs Hoez Winkin Dey Eye I Know One Thang Now Dey Wanna Fuck +I'm Lookin Like Cuban Smokin Er Body Kno Boo Be Chokin An All I'm Askn Can I Bust Dat Pussy Wide Open Can't U Tell +She Caramel With A Smile Dat'll Make U Pre Cum A Dime Piece Wholl Jump Up On Dat Dick An Make Lil B Run +Shes So Wet So Wet She Make U Wet So Wet Itz Sloppy Sex Shakin When She Cummin Look At Dis Women Kissn Me On My Chest +I'm Tryna Stick It In Ha Stumac Look Lay Down Let Me Suc Yo Titties Caress Dem Pretty Bitches An Shove It In An Sho +Ya Yea Dat I'm Da Sickest She So Special She So Special Da Head Up On Ha Body Make Ya Jump Up Off Da Dresser Stop Playin +Gul Giv Me Da Cat B4 U Neva Get A Phone Call Turn On Dat Keith Sweat An Let Me Take Yo Thong Off +[Hook:] +I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans, I Want Sex, (Nah I'mma B Real Man) I Want Sex, (We Gon Do It Latah On Anyway), I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans + +[Verse 2:] +Turn Around Girl Frum Behind, N Let Me C Wut Mama Gave Ya, Let Me Sho U Tricks Dat I Learnt On A Beach Up In Jamaica, Fuck Dem Hatahz(Fuck Dem Hatahz), Can U Get Away Fo A Day Or Two So I Can Sho How A Playa Do +Er Body Gon B Hatin u, Fo Livin Lavage Through Duh Week Gucci Dresses N Yo Fingahz U Got Kartz, Let A Niggah Savage, N Beat Dat Pussy, Let A Niggah Teach Dat Pussy, Have Dat Pussy Far Frum Rookie +Look, N Shes So Wet, Duh Bed Soakn Wet, My Heads Soakin Wet, I'm Pourn Down With Sweat, Head Straight To Duh Shower, Fo A Hour, Where I Take My Break, I'm Santa Clause, N She Finnah Ride Muh Fuckn Sleigh +Now Turn Aound, N Bend It Back, N Let Me Put It N Dat Caddy, Wen I Hit It Holla Ha Ha Ha + +[Hook:] +I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans Girl, I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans Girl, I Want Sex, (I'mma B Real, I'm Jus Tryn Tuh Fuck Sumthin) I Want Sex +So Wet She Got Chu Wet, So Wet It's Sloppy Sex, N Check It Out Nah + +[Verse 3:] +Nah She Don Gave Me Dat Pussy, I Think I'm Pussy Whippd +Come Home Frum Studio Sessions, She Got A Meal Cooked +Rubbin My Chest, Combin My Hair, Smelln Like Red Roses +She Say Da Shit Dat Lift My Spirit, Have A Thug Focused +Den She Baby Bath Water With A Lil Alcohol, Den She Go N Get A Movie +N We Gon Watch It All +[Hook:] +Shes So Wet, I Feel Ha Cummin Down, N I Love Duh Way She Sounds, Shes A Thug Nah +(N Dats All Am I'm Askn U Kno Wut I'm Sayin?) +(Jus Give Me Dat Pussy U Kno Wut I'm Saiyn?) +(We Gon Do It Latah on anyway) (N On Top Of Dat U Kno Dats Gon Make Me Really Show You Love) +(U Kno A Niggah Ain't Tryna Dawg Or Nuthin, I Ain't Tryna Do U Wrong or nuthin +I Jus Wanna Fuck U, It's Jus Fo Love) +So Wet She Got Chu Wet, So Wet It's Sloppy Sex, So Wet Da Beds Wet +My Fuckn Head Wet, So Wet She Got Chu, So Wet She Got Chu +So Wet Da Bed Wet, My Fuckn Head Wet9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Green Light SpecialWetter than u +Boosie bad azz +Green light specials + +I feel like I can get it wetter than u (So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials + +When I come in the room she hug me (She hug me) +When I leave she say she love me +(Love me) +I love u too, she say nobody do it like I do +On top of dat I feel her juices comin down when she on top of dat +First class in the air let me put you on that dro +Jump in the drop top baby let ya hair blow +Fatal attraction when we kissin it's already hard +Go to the levy in the bentley and look at the stars +Be in the shower for a hour pussy real clean +Walk to me in them boy draws +(Oh lawd) +I keep it real with her so she keep it real with me +I catch one she catch three then we fly to Tennesse +Pull out ya chair let take a seat +Let's eat sum raw shit +Fetuccini and steak and have some crawfish +You like the fish girl I can take you down to False River put you on a +Jet ski with a real nigga +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials + +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials + +She like to kiss me thru the phone when I'm on a road trip +(What up baby) +When I come home you the first thing I'm goin get +(I mean dat) +She do gymnastics on the dick +Even ride it from the back +Put yo head in the pillow toot it up I like that +(Yeeeaaahhh) +She like to tell me sweet things when I'm havin problems +I like to come and lean sneak up on her like a possum +Make her smile til her cheeks hurt +(That's my shawty) +I drive she got the .40 +Bonnie and clyde +I lie she go lie +When I cry she go cry +Love a nigga so much if I die she wanna die +I take her to the mall mayne I like to get her fly +Jump on the slab off one and a half and just ride +I kiss her on her stomach talk to her when I bang her +First she thought I was just a rap nigga now she see I'm gangsta +Green light special never red never yellow +Tell em baby girl +(Boosie ain't nobody better) +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials + +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials + +We vacay with what they make in a year +I just make a wish and he'll make it appear +I know how he want it so I just volunteer +Never sayin no I just make it disappear +Slidin right up in it slippery when wet +And his diamond always grippin still swhoopin just like a vet +Now he caught up like borettes +Got him cumin just like a jet +Sound just like drizzy sayin I'm the fuckin best +I'm the fuckin best yeah yeah I'm the fuckin best +But I hold ma nigga down no matter what the test +He know I'm a rider never gotta stress +Ain't thinkin bout no nigga cause ma nigga got me best +Green light special how you wanna do this? +I'm a cold bitch, sicker than that flu shit +We can ride it out you can straight canoe it +I'm a go all out I ain't nuthin to be fooled with +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials + +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Smile To Keep From Crying[Intro] +From the heart, Boosie Badazz +I cry and i sit by the fan +Sometimes I smile to keep from crying +They don’t know what we go through + +[Verse 1] +You might think I’m happy all the time ‘cause you see smiles on my face +And my followers over 500K +But I been going through some problems today, hoping for better like big momma would say +But haters come for me, magazines, they run and they lie about the things that I say +It’s hard to keep a peace and smile even with bitches I date +Why do you hate and come for me, you want my problems, ho? +He raised wrong, damn woman, won’t be my momma, ho +I hope for change, I’m trying though +Just lost my thug, ripped him apart, yeah they sprayed my man +I cry, and I sit by the fan, somebody gon’ die today man +I’m looking for unity, I’m tryna make a better way for you and me +But people ain’t true to me, and honestly, I feel like they’re using me + +[Hook] +They don’t know what we go through, bruh +Sometimes I smile to keep from crying +Sometimes I leave to keep from lying or spazzing +You want to be me, you couldn’t imagine +Tryna smile to keep from crying +[Verse 2] +Sometimes, I need me a friend, I have no one to call +I need me somebody who listens, maybe I need me a dog +I wake up, I look in the mirror, I put on my clothes and I leave +If my life is beautiful, please, tell me why I need the trees, I’m going through +This world is so cold, it’s crazy, these cops are killers, they racist +If he was alive, he’ll be saying, “officer, why didn’t you tase me?” +I’m on parole, one feet up in jail, one feet out the door +Lost three aunties in just one year, this ain’t the rain, this is the snow +Thought she was real, mama was right, guess she a ho like that +‘Cause I went to the pen, she ain’t even write back, no love for a nigga, play a nigga like that +The cameras, they flash at the club, the haters they see me and mug, They hate ‘cause I blew, what the fuck? I feel like I’m India Love + +[Hook] + +[Outro] +I cry, I sit by the fan +I miss my granny and daddy +Want to be me, you couldn’t imagine +Tryna smile to keep from crying +I cry, I sit by the fan1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Nigga Then[Hook x2] +If you my nigga, you my nigga then +We stick together thick and then +That's my nigga then +My nigga then + +[Verse 1] +This for my nigga, my round, my wodie, my killa, my thug, my nigga, my love +My cock it back ready to bust +Since we was small, look you was around nigga +You don't pay cause I took the charge cause I'm down nigga +When we was broke, we cocked it back and we was blastin' +Wgen we could smoke, we pulled off with yo sacks, laughin' +If we get chose +We goin' on the same line +Boxin' at the same time +You my thug and I ain't lyin' +Let me fuck yo main line +You don't cherish it +When beef kicked off +You the first one hollerin' bury this +Look, I'll tell ya this +If u cross em' I'm gon' bank a bitch +If 4 niggas go on this lick, 2 of them ain't gon' get shit +My wodie, my round, my vick +Kick our door together +We pull out bread and score together +Go to the head to blow together +Un-click it, ain't no level my potnah, my friend +If yo high don't kick in +I'll give you my last shot of gin +Look +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 2] +And when I clip ya +You ain't gotta pay me shit +One of our dawgs go sour +You holler, "We can take the click" +Thug love made us thick +That's why we roll solo +Smoke Doe Doe, drink Hen like hot cocoa, while hoes pop a photo +Was down bad with no goal for some cash +You watch out while I hid the stash +I'm gon' give you half +And jump on the slab hopin' today they make me boss +We come up together so it ain't shit to take a loss +On yo chest, take it off, and we gon' handle that +Collect calls or answer that +Yo 'belle a handle that +Look, I cock and bust with this nigga +Get full of that dust with this nigga +Drop my nuts with this nigga +Cause I got love for this nigga +Put my trust in this nigga +He ain't never sold out +Hollerin' fuck all that chillin' mane let's cut down a whole house +He know what them 4's bout +Take my side, right or wrong +If you my nigga you my nigga we gon' ride till you gone +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 3] +Kevin Thomas my nigga then +KB, Carvis Webb, better known as Lil Trell, that's my nigga then +I shoot that iron with this nigga +Do that time with this nigga +Might toot a line with this nigga +On my mind with this nigga +Jump in that water with this nigga +Kidnap yo daughter with this nigga +Be at the remodel with this nigga +Smokin' falls with this nigga +Used to be down bad with this nigga, slangin' that herb +Now we ridin' on leather up in this seat, sippin' syrup +Put it in yo life with this nigga +Jump on this wife with this nigga +I shoot kites with this nigga +I'd lose my life for this nigga +I start wars with this nigga +Pop up cars with this nigga +Duck the law with this nigga +Play it raw with this nigga +Smoke on keys with this nigga +I hold G's for this nigga +I just stole D's with this nigga +Bet not beef with this nigga +Cause I'd creep with this nigga +That's on my pop +If you beefin' with him boy you beefin' with me, off the top +Look +[Hook x2] + +[Outro] +Lil' Kevin my nigga then +Lil' Trell, Turk and Mel, that's my nigga then, my nigga then +Headbuster that's my nigga then +Every number and my pretty boy brother that's my nigga then +Jackie Major that's my nigga then +This for Junior B and Davin Jacobs look, that's my nigga then, that's my nigga then, that's my nigga thenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +U know I ain’t scared[Intro] +Boy, you know me well, (You know I ain't scared) +Boy, you know me well, (You know I ain't scared) +Boy, you know me well, (You know I ain't scared) +Boy, you know me well + +You know I ain't scared, fuck that pussy nigga +Bust that nigga head, yeah, yeah + +[Hook] +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head + +[Verse 1] +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Catch me in the back just like some pads +With 2 Glocks with extended clips, look like a pair of legs +Talk about it, bitch, I'm tryna catch a head, look +I'm off my top, I'm out my skin, I'm finna shed +Got 50 in this clip, you and your niggas, y'all can share it +Your bitch gon' let me rip, gon' let me tear +Plus she gave me head +She love to pull my hair, she hurt my head +She asked me for some shoes, I brought her gas +She asked me what's my name, I i told her Greg +She say [?], I told her yeah +Oh, that's the reason why my dude scared +That nigga the sickest, that nigga [?] with the [?] +Cut up bustin', cut a nigga leg +Leave a nigga sleep like fuck a bed +Wet his body up and touch his head +You know I'm [?], lookin' like a cat +Her old man funny, call that nigga Ted + +[Hook] +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared + + +You know I ain't scared, you know I ain't pussy +You know Boosie, he 'bout bustin' nigga's heads +I'm with the [?] +You know how I play it, do a nigga bad +Fuck that pussy nigga, man, that pussy nigga dead +(who you talkin' bout) +Everybody 'round me they ready, they on go-mode +Rip your block, have your arm hangin' like a yoyo +It rain blood showers from my block to yours +Buckin' in that ride'll get you chopped and murked +Rip you with this chopper like Boosie been rippin' verses +Fried you and yo' boy, a 2-piece at the Church's +You know I ain't scared, I ain't never been a pussy +Half a million on your head, have everybody lookin' +Boosie got everybody lookin', Boosie got everybody lookin' +Put some bread on your head, have everybody lookin' +Send my nigga round the corner, he think everybody pussy +He ain't scared, bust your head, man, with everybody lookin' +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scared, pistol play the only way I play it +Fuck that nigga, bust that nigga head +You know I ain't scaredEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Devils[Inaudible] +[Intro: Lil Boosie] +Yeaaaaaaaaa (Devils, devils) +We talkin' bout Devils +We talkin' bout Devils +We talkin' bout Devils +(Devils) + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Man it's payback +For all the months that I layed back +For all the blunts that had me lazy 'n' crazy +It's drama time (Time) +I'm gettin' ten for a show (Let's go!) +Album ain't even dropped +When it's dropped, I'm gettin' more +Wish I can go down every street (every street) +But the fuckin' Narcotics say I got death on me +Niggas they try to rebel me (Shiiit) +But it's motivation +I'mma keep gettin money +Go on Soulja hate me +The judge looked at me +And said how you doin' Boosie +He called me by my nickname (Ooooh) +What you think I'm stupid (Bitch) +You wanna railroad a nigga (Believe That) +And lose me in the system +But like C-Murder and Mack +I refuse to be a victim nigga +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me + +[Verse 2: Foxx] +Look +See where I'm from nigga it's Do Or Die (Die) +Nigga tell you he gone kill you +You gone shoot or die +Them devils got them youngters wildin' out at twelve nah (Twelve) +And Hollin' mutha fuck jail they goin' to hell now (Fuck Hell) +See I'm from Baton Rouge +Better known as Rattin' Rouge (Rattin' Rouge) +The police know yo ass done it before you even do it (Believe It) +I'm so gutta, so gangsta, so in the streets (What Else?) +I'm so freaky, so nasty, so in the sheets (Believe Dat) +My cousin lifin, grandpa lifin +And niggas mandatory (Fuck) +The judge ain't nothin' but the devil +Him and the jury +I seen a nigga die in front of me +Eyes rolled back +They threw the chopper bullets at 'em (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) +Like hold that +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie and Foxx] +Can't even ride and get high +Cuz them devils out +They catch me on a back street +They gone knock me off +Yea I'm talkin' bout the law +Yall sum fuckin' devils +Up in school you got blues +Now ya bout whateva +Hoes tryna get money +Tryna sell that cat +Devil get yo ass away +I don't pay for dat +Don't he put ya at The wrong place +At the wrong time +Now you gone for a very long time (Damn) +You hit the pen +And you heard The fuckin' door slam +He Wants ya shoes, ya zoos, and ya wam wam +He was with you in them times when you ain't give a damn +He was that liquor in ya hand +Sayin' "Kill me man" +He that lil' nigga across town +Hatin' on ya hard +But he ain't ready to go to war +Thats that fuckin' devil +Devil get up off me +Devil get up off me +Devilllll get up +Get up off me +[Hook: Lil Boosie and Foxx] +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +Yeaaaaaa +Be on the look out nigga +They got devils out chea +Believe that +Boosie Bad Azz (Boosie Bad Azz!) +It don't get no realer then this nigga +I'm the only one that drop shit like this (Believe that) + +We talkin' bout devils!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +God Wants Me To Ball[Chorus] +Want money, cars, flyest clothes +Anything anybody could ever want +All eyes on me so cold +Felt the spotlight when I walked through the door +Pretty girls, living fast +Everybody watching, waiting for me to crash +Know I drive right through the wall +Cus god want me to ball +Cus god want me to ball +I done been through it all +I been through it all +I done seen them come and go +I done seen them fall +I done been through it all +I done seen them come and go +I done seen them fall +God want me to ball + +[Verse 1] +I dream this on my desk back in middle school +Plenty money, plenty women, pretty swimming pool +You know he want me here if cancer couldn't finish you +Look how he made me stand out when I'm in the room +I want the coup, got the wraith with the 4 G's +I want the shoes with the G's and the L-V's +It ain't a vibe, it's a bond that we got +Bullets missed, he ain't want his son shot +I really seen it all I'm a real blood clot +Good heart so he blessing me dog, He never gone stop +God want me balling this I already know +I done seen em come and go +I done been on death row +Cross the tracks doing bad +I done hustled in front the store +Really thuggin in Milwaukee chasing bags in the snow +You already know +Facing murder charges up in court +Crayola, crayloa, so many cars in a row +[Chorus] +Want money, cars, flyest clothes +Anything anybody could ever want +All eyes on me so cold +Felt the spotlight when I walked through the door +Pretty girls, living fast +Everybody watching, waiting for me to crash +Know I drive right through the wall +Cus god want me to ball +Cus god want me to ball +I done been through it all +I been through it all +I done seen them come and go +I done seen them fall +I done been through it all +I done seen them come and go +I done seen them fall +God want me to ball + + +[Verse 2] +I really been through it all (No lie) +I know he want me to ball +Cus every time, he answer my call +They go to stressing me +End up double blessing me +It's like the same old recipe, he blessing me +Women sexing me, no need for texting me +They with it (ooh) +In this lifestyle they pretty (ooh) +God don't want me in the hood (naw) +He want me in the big house +Flossed out living good (Yes sir) +I want the money like Sean and Fif get +And he want me with it to that's why he let me out of prison +Got a billion dollar mind frame +And everybody think Imma crash because of my past +It's a mind thing +Imma shine the whole time frame +From the summer to the winter where the minks are for dinner +Jewel house, Boosie chips, Boosie liquor +Full house plenty kids got to feed em +[Chorus] +Want money, cars, flyest clothes +Anything anybody could ever want +All eyes on me so cold +Felt the spotlight when I walked through the door +Pretty girls, living fast +Everybody watching, waiting for me to crash +Know I drive right through the wall +Cus god want me to ball +Cus god want me to ball +I done been through it all +I been through it all +I done seen them come and go +I done seen them fall +I done been through it all +I done seen them come and go +I done seen them fall +God want me to ball2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trouble (LADR)[Hook x2] +Oooooooh +Nigga you in trouble now +Oooooooh +Can't nobody save you now +Oooooooh + +[Verse 1] +All black, everythang +This is not a game +This that fufu-fufu-fa, this that fire flame +Itchin' for some attention, so now you entertained +Masked up get it up, how I run it man +All you had to do was chill, mind yo business +But you won't drop in these shoes, these that wrong tennies +Ain't nobody bad, cuz this story have a sad ending +One strike you out, another one don't talk +Oooooooh +You hear that nigga, bloaw feel that nigga +And can't nobody save ya +You in a swamp with gators +We get it in my friend, cuz the streets made us +Got my AK, 2 clips taped together +Talkin' like you ball whatever, but we'll finna see +And you can't run, I could touch ya and a penitentiary +You gonna be a memory +You better run when you hear +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +When we ride, we gon' ride, we gon' show stretchin' +Stalkin' caps in our head, make us look bald headed +When we ride, no survivors, the whole section +2 to the leg, 2 to the chest, then dome check em +Catch him slippin' by his house, we home reckless +Black gloves, no prints, we known veterans +You done dropped in this water, you really need help +You in the water with great whites and killer whales +Oooooooh +These choppas nigga +These stop a nigga +This ain't no kiddie land +Welcome to jigga land +When niggas kidnap and rob niggas like Jigga man +Then watch the bitch in my hand +I ain't gon' stop with it nigga +I'ma eat yo lunch with it nigga +Get the job done with it nigga +I gon' pull the sawnoff, knock his arm off +We got no specific victims, we want all of y'all + +[Hook] +[Verse 3: lee banks] +Man whats up wit all these pussy ass twitter gangsters +Thuggin' for the internet +Okay there's beef, I'm with it we can get into that +Computer killers, distance from a distance, kind of shit is that? +Let me load up a choppa and pop up where you little niggas at +Then all yo families where they at, fuck em we gon' splam niggas +Shotty got a half trigger, knock you in the half nigga +Why you with that booting, looking stupid, I just laugh nigga +You can be foolish and get smashed shit I die nigga +Oooooooh +Body bags and caskets +White chalk, yellow tape, cold tables and pastors +No I'm not a actor +And no I'm not just a rapper +You can judge me by the cover,But I’ll close a nigga chapter +I'm with that, I ain't with the chit chat +I just click clack +I hop on and drive on, like groaw groaw nigga get back +I'ma sit back, until its time to pop up where yo shit at +I'd really push a nigga shit back, oh bitch ass nigga + +[Hook]9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Letter To Pac[Produced By: MixxedByTone] + +Boosie bad.. holla at my nigga right quick + +My letter to 2Pac.. +Wake up nigga, let me holla at you right quick + +First of all I wanna let you know +That you're really missed +There will probably be nobody better, real shit +All through my life, you inspire me dawg +When you died, I really cried +I wanted to ride for you dawg + +Say 'pac +I be going through it, just like you +Police hate me, government officals +They hate me too +People compare me to you, but I never asked for that glory +But I do feel like we one of a kind, with similar stories + +They call this hustle shit this trap shit +South run the rap shit +Half these rappers wouldn't even make it if you was rapping 'pac +These dudes you used to beef with? They blew up for real +The boy Jay Z, he eating, he damn near touching a bill +Unconditional love, dear mama +I ain't mad at you, my favorite song +Say 'pac, when I listen to him I wish that you was home + +'pac, they charged me with murders, and maced me in my cell +Still, I got high in that bitch every day 'pac, lol + +Your momma smilin', she even got her own college +You served a purpose, you gave millions of kids with nothing knowledge + +Guess what? +Suge just hit a nigga in a car, heard he killed the nigga +Pac, now he say he going blind +I hope he beat them bitches + +They still got money for wars +But they can't feed the poor +We got a black president now, 'pac +But we still ain't got Moor, it's crazy (his name's Obama) + +I just wish I had some time to make a hit with you +My oldest daughter Ivy say, "Daddy that's all you listen to" + +I hate the cops just like you hate the cops +I can act in Hollywood but they don't wanna give me no shot +My bad, my name's Boosie +People don't even buy CD's no more, 'pac +Teenagers ain't even fighting mane +They squeezing that nine (They shootin' up everybody) + +Anyway, save a spot for me +I wish you had Google +Can't really tell you in this letter +But it's a lot to know about Boosie (I'm the truth 'pac) + +Police shooting us down on TV now +It's starting to feel like 1968 in 3D, 'pac +It's amazing +I fucked two hoes, I tossed it up last night +And they let me press record, I went dumb last night +Smile + +But anyway, you're probably tired so ima let you go +But thanks for everything you got me through, 100 + +I remain the same +Boosie Badazz6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Rain[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +I lost my daddy at 14, I lost Trell at 12, life in jail +Ain't it funny how the money makes you separate the real and fake? +I started off small time victim of the game, a Monte Carlo to a Bentley and a diamond ring +I got fame but mayne my whole world changed +Some niggas left me in the rain, my girls changed, they changed on me! +I thought I got lucky, 200 G's took my grandmother from me +I hit my knees (Why lord?!) I tried syrup I tried weed I couldn't cope nigga +Head down crying tears at the hospital +A broken home, tried to get my hustle on nigga killed Lil Ivy my soul gone +I bought my mama a house she cried instantly, all that shinin' got my niggas in penitentary! + +[Hook x2: Locco] +I can clearly see the sunshine, but I'm steady walking through the rain! + +[Verse 2:Lil Trill] +Still got hatred in the city after all that we done did all the toy give always school clothes and things +Even for Easter givin' the kids bikes and for that they ain't cryin' up in Carroltyn now that ain't right +We still smile though cause of the sunshine, wonder what I'll do if I could press rewind +I done seen a lot and I done had both sides of the field, the best of both worlds and yeah I'm for real +Mama got 7 kids with pops I stand alone +I'm walking through the rain but still I move on, I just started so right now I'm far from done +I keep moving on until I see the full sun +Patiently waiting but the best is still yet to come, I guess things happen for a reason when its said & done +Say Lil B keep your head up just take it serious bra keep your faith in God cause he's the one who lay at us +[Hook x2: Locco] +I can clearly see the sunshine, but I'm steady walking through the rain! + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +Diabetes steady eating my insides fucking my vision up I swear to God I feel like giving up +Some times I'm laughin' with my money machine, but they trying to put me on dialysis machine +I-v's in my arms, I know I'm doing wrong no insurance back to Earl K. Long +Being a daddy only thing that make me happy, I'm tired of getting sick same thing for young savage +I try to do right and help my community police still kicking at my door Dirty motherfuckers +You probably think I got the world at my hands, but really dog I got the world on my shoulders! +When I look at your son I see your face homie (Lil Ivy) everybody pray for me cause they hating on me +Wish I could take it all back sometimes, truth is I don't even like to rap sometimes5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Who Do You Love[Verse 1] +I'm the cream of the crop, ask somebody +I'm the crack in the pot +I'm the THC on the marijuana (I'm the purp) +I'm the thug in every nigga on the corner from night to morning +I'm that feelin' when there's something wrong +I'm the music have you feeling you gone live long +I'm Lil Boosie, but the "lil" for my height man +I'm 5'5 supa fly in that white thing, tryna gas me up +We hit the club bout to cut up +You could fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch, that's what's up +Purple cup purple fitted (im clean) yeah +Pussy niggas wanna do me like they did my nigga C +Me and T we some beast on the road ain't been home in +6 weeks satin sheets 6 freaks in my presidential suite +Hit a hundred push ups smokin tht presidential +Bitch who do you love? + +[Hook] +5'5 supa fly +Bitch, who do you love? +VVS's in my necklace +Bitch, who do you love? +Real sexy dark complexion +Bitch, who do you love? +Man, them hoes love me +[Verse 2] +Man im sick with it (sick with it) +Whole click coogi down with some thick woman +You got one maybe two i got 6 hemis +Sweat poppin off my fade i got that shit in me +Me and my girl rollin!! +Fresh out the shower laced with baby powder +Get my hair cut this bitch might take a hour +Hug a woman tight never shake a woman hand +Treat a woman right and dawg her when she start playin +Southside nino ballin at the casino +Ask the belle of baton rouge who the truth in baton rouge (Boosie!!) +Polo down from my sock to my hat +Polo jacket all leather thts a stack +I ain't black im chocolate retunto retarded +Dope dealers push 4 wheelers out my garages +All eyes in me when i step off in yo party +I ain't steppin in the party if i can't bring my 40 +Bitch, who do you love? + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Boosie, can I give you head? What! Is your mouth clean? +Yo pussy might be clean if yo fuckin house clean (fahreal) +Hoes stalk me (wahn!!!) +Any bitch i fuck one time i culd fuck again plus they mouth me +Rap critics doubt me if you dnt know now you know about the flow +Bitch who do you love? +Bitch who do you love? +Bitch who do you love? +Bitch who do you love? +Man them hoes love me myself and I8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Black Heaven[Intro] +Black heaven is a place where people like me go +Up there in black heaven, black heaven + +[Verse 1: Boosie] +Know Dr. King still preachin' about togetherness +But probably lookin' down sayin' it's irrelevant +Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent +A song bird prolly smilin' right now listenin' to her own words +Rosa Parks so much heart, she an OG +Know she smilin' lookin' at the blacks in the front seat +Bernie Mac jokin' right now, him and Richard Pryor +Trayvon prolly lookin' down sayin' them niggas wild +I know who givin' knowledge up there, 2Pac +He lookin' down like what happened to this hip hop? +Biggie Smalls prolly swagged out, laid back +Him and Eazy talkin' bout how it was way back +Nate Dogg prolly reminicin' about the A-Trak +Pimp sayin' prayers that Bun and Jay stay strapped +Michael Jackson? He prolly maxin' and relaxin' +Him and Marvin Gaye makin' a classic + +[Hook: Keyshia Cole] +I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven +I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven +I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven +Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again +[Verse 2: Boosie] +Billie Holiday thinkin' about the old days +Johnny Taylor makin' mixes with the Ojays +Rodney King prolly thinkin' bout his old ways +Thinkin' bout how they burned the city down bout his old case +Malcolm X prolly wishin' he was down here +To take our hoods back from the people who ain't from round here +James Brown still hollin' it's a man's world +But thinkin' damn all these girls takin' man's girl +Know Jackie Neal talkin' bout how people roll +Know Tooki Williams still stickin' to the G code +Wilt probably still saying nobody broke his record +Mac Dre still represent as a bay legend +Know I and Bleek prolly talkin' bout me +Them niggas prolly jam with Big Stone, out the three +DJ Screw lookin' down at the culture that he started +Rest in peace Bob Marley + +[Hook: Keyshia Cole] +I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven +I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven +I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven +Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again + +[Verse 3: J. Cole] +Where do my niggas go to when they pass? +And why do good niggas never last? +Some get addicted to the fast route +The hand in hand, you know that cash route +I pray to God that we see better days +I caught a record while the record plays +I'm thinkin' Lord don't let 'em carry me +See I know one day when they bury me +I'll go straight to black heaven, black heaven +Yeah I go straight to black heaven, black heaven +Don't let the paranoia get to me +Can't take a trip to penitentiary +I make a flip and take the summer off +A half a brick? Now that's a somersault +I look to God, it's been along road +I got my braid up, like a cornrow +I've been through hell, one day I'll find my way +If not then maybe I can buy my way to black heaven11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Struggle[Intro] +Mixtape! +Boosie Boo nigga +And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now +Word for word +Life story for life story +I'm the truth + +[Verse 1] +It started off in the back yard, I'm that boy +Hate to lose +If I lose you can get blues, I'm that hard +Life scarred from a bad memory, Daddy love drugs +You can't take this from him, he loved us +Went from neighborhood jackas +To neighborhood stackas +I-10 ridas, to I-10 traffickas +Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP +Walking to school with a tool, who gon' beef with me? +Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke +Mama she washed her hands, and let me go +The rest you know +I ain't gotta explain, I been a mane +Since I went got my own +Now they look at me grown +Posted up behind the same ol', on Wyoming Street +Big sacks, big gats, and some artillery +All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleek +All the old niggas showed us ropes, like they picturin' me +Mane +[Hook x3] +You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle + +[Verse 2] +The hard times, me and you getting blisted +Got a dime bag, but we couldn't buy the Philly +Walked into the weed dispenser, we was short on a special (mane) +So we got drunk, snatched purses, mane it's whatever +Old niggas try to shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it +Got a big knot now I'm thuggin' +With a big ugly something on my waistline +Bouncin' through the South side +Back then it was straight gin, dickies, and cowhides +You ain't from our side, we bustin' at you that's the rules +Used to be deep, now we down to just a few +Mane I'm talking bout them lonely nights +Me and my homie on the flight +Sneaking through hoes window, robbin niggas for indo +Runnin' with nothing but hard heads like Fry thing and Kevin +Going to clubs reppin', hollerin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven" +Cause I'm outchea +Look like my luck fucked up +And I done lost a lot of niggas so my trust fucked up +Mane + +[Hook x3] +You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel out hustle +[Verse 3] +Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles +All the bondsmen, keeping it gutta with my peoples +The thug life, back to back catching misdemeanors +The drug life, serving junkies in front the cleaners +The hospitals, nurses tryna lift up my spirit +My mama preachin', but Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it (Hard-headed) +You know they said I was dead, 2 shots up in my head +Some say I OD'd off that X, what they gon' say next +Grandma died, mama house, let me talk to ya +Niggas hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya, high school +4 deep in the Monte Carlo +Dusted and disgusted tryna make it to tomorrow +When I borrowed, I gave back +When it was bill time, I made stacks +I-10 to 150 I shake that +The baby-mama-drama make me wanna holla +Plus I lost ass my ghetto role models, this my struggle mane2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bank RollBoosie Bad Ass, Ima send this maw'fucker right here +To all my niggas out there gettin bank rolls putcha mothafuckin hands up + +Bank roll after bank Roll +Big Money +I like it +Bank roll after Bank Roll + +[Verse 1] +I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls +Suzuki all gold, (whoo) +Fresh starch yo clothes had all da fine hoes +Every time he took a picture he pulled out his bankroll +I watched and observed niggas taught me how tah serve (word) +Turnt 16 I was gettin a quarter bird, big knots in my dickie pants +Had a plug on dat weed and had a plug on dat cain, I'm off da chain mayne! +Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone +Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne +And I got dis weed and syrup shit well lets get rich I got too many knots I couldn't put it in a box (DAMN!) +6 months really a nigga actin silly made a 150 when I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time! + +[Hook x2] +Bank roll after bank roll +Big Money +I like it +Bank roll after bank roll +A million dollas on my mind, a hunded g's at a time nigga! +[Verse 2] +I'm like a bitch with a bank roll take a nigga shoppin got her own shit take a nigga +Blockin you out chia poppin them pills fuckin them stank hoes +Keep it real you ain't really about your bank rolls satisfy a couple stacks now you +Straight and plus ya drug every day +Nigga now every day I spend a thousand cash +So everytime money calls I gotta bust my ass +Im on the grind bitch bank roll after bank roll +I ain't playin my nigga I got a mansion my nigga +Mel just hit me with a bank roll +Just hit me with a bank roll but I call them back like I need more +So many kids to feed it ain't a game partner all of em eaten good ask my baby momma threw +All the drama I'mma shine I'mma grind and picture the booth with a big bank roll + +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 3] +Wattup mr bank roll shit im just chillin headed to ny city talkin about a nother million +Wuttup mr bank roll same thing stackin my paper till the game done change +Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin right cause with out it who am +Make the haters wanna cry drive by & homicides had your life cold niggas ain't killin for stripes +They want a bank roll you want thes ho you want these clothes you wanna +Stay fly get your mind and your money right +Right now all my kids all of em got trust funds so when they grow up they can have +A little fun niggas on tv stuntin at me talkin gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me +When you see me can't miss me please dont diss me cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll nigga +[Hook x2]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Exciting[Talking] +This Boosie Bad Azz, and lemme tell you somethin +When I was 16 or 17, my momma looked at me and she said +"Boosie, son... get on yo mothafuckin shit, nigga!" +[Hook] +Big money! I like it +I used to have hoes who triflin' +Now I got pros who dykin' +And it's excitin, it's excitin' + +[Verse 1- Lil' Boosie] +I had to get my shit together mayne, I didn't like it +I had too many hoes who triflin +Dirty shell toes and Nike's +I didn't like it. It wasn't excitin +Until I got money, I got icy +Hoes got right, they got feisty +Turk put me in the studio, I kept writin +Droppin that gangsta shit, and it's excitin +Purple after purple nigga, we kept lightin +Concert after concert mayne, we kept flightin +We struck the world real quick like lightning +You pussy ass rap niggas, stop bitin +I used to fuck with little girls with little minds who wasn't grown yet +So before you wear a thong, get yo pussy in check +Yo hygiene a mothafucka, you 'sposed to stay smellin right +Especially if you got a nigga with money, that's what he like +[Hook 2x] + +[Verse 2- Lil' Boosie] +And all of my shows be excitin +Hoes grabbin on my dick, wanna bite it +Didn't yo momma teach you better? You triflin +Just Chill, after the show you can lick me like icing +Money make yo life better so fuck what they say +Girls be more G'd up everytime they look in ya face +She used to kiss me on my neck (uh huh) +Now she suck me til that pussy get wet (uh huh) +I remember way back when I used to fuck rats +When they wore them daisy dukes, had that pussy sittin fat +Now a nigga gettin stacks, I do whatever I like +I'll hit em Asian, Black or White, I have my pleasure with dykes +I'm first class on every flight, I'm a big dog, nigga +At the Super Bowl, I'm front row. Where's y'all niggas? +I used to fuck with hoes who like to cut ya tires up +Now I'm breaded and they can't even get a nut + +[Hook 2x] + +[Verse 3- Webbie] +I been livin like a tymer, and I like it +Hittin niggas baby mommas and they wifey +With the rims all shiny, dressed nicely +'Bauds wit the white tee, fresh white tee +Nice white two-seat or I might be +New SUV, doin 90 +Lookin for the right weed for the right fee +Hit it once or twice, B... my eyes tightening +Now I'm goin faster, I swerved slightly +To the left lane then I came back right +.357 clutched tightly cuz it might be +My night, you know we got niggas dyin nightly +Tonight I'm with a nice freak, she had white sheets +Clean up, lick a nigga nuts cuz she like me +Find another me up in the streets is unlikely +Don't hit me on the phone later on cuz I might be gone +Chorus 2x1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Fall[Verse 1] +I ain’t buying his music, that nigga stupid +That nigga need to be in jail, he belong in a cell +I ain’t never liked Boosie (man but that nigga’s album was straight) +Yeah his album was straight, but what them kids gon do? +You nosy bitch, I fall most of y’all gon turn your backs +And ain’t gon throw me shit! +My side bitch, she was gon after a couple months +Should’ve left that ho alone after a couple fucks +I ain’t forget, some niggas ain’t send me shit +Some hard times +Niggas who I fucked with forgot my son’s Jordan size +Lies, broken promises made my heart cold +Blocks on the phone from bitches I bought red bottoms + +[Hook] +I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say +(Man I ain’t got it right now, shit tight man) +If it all falls down again +I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say +(Girl fuck that nigga, he in jail, I ain’t waiting on him) +If it all falls down again +I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say +On IG, IG, twitter, twitter, twitter bout a real nigga + +[Verse 2] +They gon call me an asshole, prolly come for my cash flow +Call me a killer +Keep saying that I’m the reason all these little niggas squeezing these triggers +They gon call me the bad guy, you know how they do Badazz +They gon show all them old pictures, codefendants and old pistols +Prolly bring up my jail record, prolly say can’t no jail help me +Bring up that family treatment +First, first, first degree +Boosie back from the dead, no hurting me +You know what they say about me and my clique +We don’t belong on this planet, goddamnit, that’s some cold shit +Even when I beat my case, front page next mother's day +But guess what my mother say, fuck them get money babe +[Hook] +I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say +(Man I ain’t got it right now, shit tight man) +If it all falls down again +I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say +(Girl fuck that nigga, he in jail, I ain’t waiting on him) +If it all falls down again +I know what they gon do, I know what they gon say +On IG, IG, twitter, twitter, twitter bout a real nigga6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Murder Was The Case (Intro)[Intro] +W—Wonder if they... +Murder was the case that they gave me +Hahaha (Boosie) +Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch +Murder, murder +Kill, kill (Kill kill) +When his nigga snitch +Murder, murder +Kill, kill (Kill kill) +Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch + +[Verse 1] +You know they said I killed the whole goddamn city (Damn) +Now it's bad blood 'til the day we attack (Yeah) +Man, they done charged me and my niggas +Shit too real, you come back, you don't rat +Jurors like Rayful Edmond, couldn't go home (Man) +Couldn't say they name (Anonymous) couldn't do a thang +As they took a lifestyle and delivered it in pain +And forgot about the past of that nigga who got slain (Man) +Look at this, man, the bar ate and boxed me (Boxed me) +Took a quarter million and went and got me Johnnie Cochran +Told me if I lose, they will hit me with the gas (Ooh) +Kicked down every spot that a nigga had +They said, "We got you on six bodies (Six bodies) +And two attempts (Two attempts)" +I said "Sir, you lying (Lying), 'cause I don't do attempts (I don't do attempts)" +They tapped the phones at the jail, they done wiretapped Trell +They put bugs in my cell (Man) +They say I know about the— +[Hook] +Murder, murder +Kill, kill (W—Wonder if they) +Murder, murder +Kill, kill (Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch) +Murder, murder +Kill, kill +Murder was the case that they gave me +Murder, murder +Kill, kill (Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch) +Murder was the case that they gave me + +[Verse 2] +To take my life, they tried to use my music (My music) +If I don't think shit real now, I'm stupid +Couldn't get a bond (Nah), shit fucked up (Fucked up) +My O.G. and my son, man, they couldn't stand up +Now, them people got them flashlights and all kind of papers +Blood everywhere and they say they know facts (Facts) +Showin' pictures to the jury tryna degrade us +In videos, strapped up in all black +Not guilty, the hustler way, hell of a gift for my mama +Your son home, Mama, Happy Mother's Day (Happy Mother's Day) +"I heard you had rap beef"—are you serious? +We never beefed; don't know what happened to him, period +[Hook] +Murder, murder +Kill, kill (W—Wonder if they) +Murder, murder +Kill, kill (Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch) +Murder, murder +Kill, kill +Murder was the case that they gave me +Murder, murder +Kill, kill (Wonder if they catch me, or when this nigga a snitch)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Miss You[Intro:] +Now Imma Do This One For The Mommas Who Lost Dey Babies +For The Niggas Who Lost Dey Niggas +And The Lil Boys And Girls Who Lost Dey Daddys + +[Verse 1:] +See These Devils Dey Do You Wrong (Dirty Mutafuckas) +Niggas Died To Get Money Long (Dirty Mutafuckas) +Everybody Gotta Hustle And They Hustle And They Strong +Here Today Next Day You Gone In Ths Hood I Roam +Carla Hit Me On The Phone Like ? Gone +Camrae Just Died And Tefa Gone +For Every Momma Lost A Child They Gone Play This Song +Missing Her Baby More And More Everyday He Gone +Sincerly To Miss Linda From My Heart And Soul +Twin You Still Gotta Brother Muthafucka You My Thug Til The Day I Go +Wish I Can Spin A Block Wit Ivy And Joc +Wish I Can Count Cake Wit Ace +Wish I Scope Dope With Roe Mane +Make You Feel Like God Tryna Tell You Something +So Much Death In This World nigga ain't scared of nothing +Remember The Police They Killed My Nigga Nail Shawn On The Front Road Pulling Out A 8.(Damn) + +[Hook] +Sometimes I Wanna Break Down And Cry +You Don't Know How Bad I Miss You +Neva Gone Forget The Times That We Shine +[X2] +[Verse 2] +Heard the news about his father's nightmare +He at home all along and he miss his dad +Pression on em all on his life to say daddy is killed +Momma strong out on the licor son selling momma flippers +It's a cold world +No my grandma looking down and my grandfather too +Mad at the choises a make but i'm a father too +Flip move a nigga don't say how much he miss ya +My thug brothers ? ? Rest in Peace this +Every gangsta cross the track in a fuckin' grave +From gunshots to AIDS life sentence they gave +They memories keep in here with me +That purple and that hennessy make it clear to see +They gone + + +[Hook] + +A drank whole pin of Sizzurp for you cause you don't know how i miss you +I throwed a party every 3rd for you cause you don't know how i miss you +Never gone froget you nigga + +[Verse 3] +This for every momma lost they child +Life ain't life no more +Cuz she lost another child +Remember feedin' his baby sending to the school +While his cold eyes ? ? +But she never forget +Mane sincerely ? i love you +I see so many kisses and hugs of niggas who gone +Like my nigga Ivy +Now the whole southside ain't smilin' they wildin' +They killin' niggas mommas in retailition +They talk about the old days but it's new generation +They get bread and bust heads in any situation +One shot for my Soulja head in soulja hell +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life of a RealThese are the words of a real nigga +NIGGA +Figure of speech +Whea I'm from +Know what I'm talking bout +Boosie Bad Azz +Look Look Look +The way you live the life of a real nigga +Be a real nigga +I'mma keep it gangsta +All the way gangsta +I ain't gone change +Believe that +Da words of a real nigga +Talk to 'em nigga +Look nigga + +From sun down to sun up +Be bout ya come up (be bout ya come up) +Ya wake up to get ya cake up +Be bout ya paper (be bout ya paper) +Never snitch +Take your silence to tha grave wit ya (grave wit ya) +Give back to tha hood +If you a made nigga (made nigga) +If you a daddy then you got responsibility (nigga) +Dead beats close your ears +You ain't feeling me (pussy) +You say you thuggin' +If you thuggin' live or die by it (we live or die by it) +You say you hustling +Teach your click to be wise by it +Keep ya tool on ya mane +You know tha rules (know da rules) +Them real nigga in college +You gotta wake up for school (they real to) +Hustle +What you doing for a living +You satisfied wit the money you getting +You ain't no real nigga (they say you ain't no real nigga) +Respect ya elders +Believe me you'll live longer (yes mama) +My nigga kids, my kids +That's how we live homie +Tha pin don't make you realer +Then the next nigga (pin life) +I'm straight G this fuckin' jeweler don't make me (Fuck no) +No man or women shall separate us +That me shit +You play some games +Forgive me god its G shit +I lay down law +I keep it real wit niggas +If gonna play games +I deal wit niggas +Buck nigga + +Chorus(2x) +Money don't make me +I'm straight G, I'm straight gangsta +The words of a real nigga (real nigga) +No man or women shall separate me ( my nigga) +The words of a real nigga + +Ole school ran into me +Told me even when ya bread low (bread low) +Nigga never keep ya head low (head low) +If that's ya girl, love ya girl +Fuck what ya nigga say +But he suppose to speak his mind +If he feel that way (my nigga) +If you a boss break it off +When its bond time (my bond) +Cause you know it was fucked up one time (fucked up) +One time already know +Shid call my lawyer (call him now) +Tell him I plead the 5th (plead da 5th) +And they done bugged my charger (bugged my charger) +Hustle harder wake up early and get on your grind +If you a soldier be a soldier till it came yo time +Niggas jealous in this world and they dirty to (dirty to) +For a lil fame and a big name they'll murder you +Chorus 2x + +Boosie Bad Azz + +I told all my niggas +No man or women shall separate what we create +Some niggas died +Some niggas joke +Some niggas ball and make it +Some niggas fake and say they real in every fuckin' verse +Them hope to bees and wannabees +They gone say it first +Don't it hurt deep inside +When a nigga turn bitch +Let a bitch take his figures +Separate his niggas +Ain't it funny wit tha money +Everything change +You keep it real wit yo nigga in tha chain gang +When it all fall down can you maintain +Stay real stay silent without no fuckin' violence +If a nigga crossed the line +Would you solve the problem +I got yo back nigga +I got yo back nigga +Real niggas +I'mma send this motherfucker here +I'mma send this bitch to all my real niggas +Cross the world +Who live by or die by whatever they do +Weather hustling rap hustling +Going to school hustling +Or block hustling whatever you do +This for my real niggas +Money don't make boosie bad azz +Torrance Hatchet +Just me just me +That's it +I'mma take all this jeweler off right now +Still me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What I Learned From the StreetsOk this what I learned from the streets +Handle your beef +Your playing with keys +Sleep with your heat +You're a role model if partner gotta be me +All hoes ain't sweet, they messing +Everything happens for a reason but they all lessons +If u stressed then pick your head up, nigga +Get your bread up, nigga +If your scared, scared niggas get they head bust +I make you catch a heart attack, in starter hats +Just left downtown I got my 40 back +A situation started, nigga I'm never smiling +Beast mode until they take me, got that from Ivy +Any nigga who watch you up and down want something you got +Why my enemies envy me got that from pop +If I flop then it's back to selling blocks +Back to telling niggas they can't hustle in my spot, off the top +My daddy raised me to hate a cop +So all my motherfuckin life, I hated cops +Cam rich told me niggas change when u give them blocks +Nigga told me when I ride better keep it cocked + +[Hook:] +This what I learned from the streets +Keep it real lil nigga +Keep your steel lil nigga +Fuck these hoes lil nigga +Forgot your roles lil nigga +This what I learned from the streets +Watch your back lil nigga +Keep it strapped lil nigga +You lil axe lil nigga +A real gutter nigga and your nuts a lil bigga +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +People rose around me +Money is money so concentrate when you count it +Every nigga who bounce ain't no gangsta ass nigga +And I learned that from richas +Spoil all the dopefiends +I learned that from pitchas +Fred city show me how to roll that killa +Big loton show me how to come with rhythm +Ever since then I've been the sickest in the system +Dunking down on jacobs took me on my first mission +I jumped out bustin fuck it you ain't saying nuthin +Ivy showed me how to cook it up and get it hard +Put me on this jewelry shit I miss my boy +Look, no matter how good you treat em +That dope will make em do evil learn that from that clown jeefers +These nigga turning on they own people +These niggas devils out here + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Shell] +The streets told me boy gutter keep that thang on ya +And fuck your friends cause most niggas still change on ya +These streets cold so u gotta keep that heater close +Might be your boy that's tryin burn u, dog u never know +Man look these hoes ain't no better they be vultures too +I crossed one of those niggas and I ain't crossing you +Just keep it G and have some game like the bosses do +Know you the shit but homie keep em flies off of you +Keep your mouth all open shut when people talk to you +U don't know shit no matter how much time they offer you +Don't stop until you got enough to a vault or 2 +And know one thing there's a slight chance you'll take a loss or 2 +Keep your eyes open and you'll get all the way to the streets +It's money over everything till you rest in peace +Keep your eyes open and you'll get all the way to the streets +It's money over everything till you rest in peace +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Out Chea[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Bitch, we out chea! (What, nigga!?) +All the way the dummy way +All the way, 100 +Fifty, five-one-slash +Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) +All the way the dummy way +All the way, 100 +Fifty, five-one-slash +Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) +All the way the dummy way +All the way, 100 +Fifty, five-one-slash +Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea +Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +OK, now ain't I, ain't I out chea? +Five-one, five-oh +All the way the dummy way +Fuck with me, die slow +Sold my first rock at 96, straight off the porch +Daddy gone, never comin' home +That's all I know +So I'm headed out the do', strapped up, ready to roll +Dickies is cuffed up, fucked up, off that Henny and X-O +With that liquor in me, I'll go do the shit myself +Fuck the consequences +Have all you niggas jumpin' fences +So, you see, I've been dumb +Reppin' where I'm from +When I drop it niggas come +Boss man, job done +After dark it's Jurassic Park +Velociraptors tryna eat ya fo' the green leaves +We all G's +Main mane in the grave behind some fuckin' bullshit +So when it's time to bust them K's, I don't bullshit +Outta here, dead meat +Fuck you and your whole street +I roll with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be +Hook: Lil [Boosie] + +[Verse 2: Donkey] +Look, it's gutter with me +Yeah +Ain't rasslin' or no tusslin' me +It's straight bustin' with me +Look, as a peon, I've been known to get it on +Ran with straight cut-throaters +Niggas with no hope-a +The street life is all I know, it's all I live +So yo' best bet? Respect the kid +Fifty-one fifty, I mean that +If you happy, nigga I seen that +Supply my own smoke, never askin' where that green at + +[Verse 3: Lil' Quick] +Now uh-oh, there go that boy Quick +This nigga here a savage +He totin' two Glocks under just in case it get drastic +Head first, fifty-one fifty, ain't got no mind +Hopped off the porch and hit a 9, that's the slangin' iron +Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea like the lines in the street +100, we do no stuntin' +What we do? We let 'em stomp when it's beef +No time for playin' games +Run with a bunch of killas who certified and well trained +[Hook: Lil Boosie] + +[Verse 4: Money Bags] +Bitch, I'm out chea +All the way the dummy way +They hustlin', dumpin' in broad day, nigga, play you late +All the way 100, it's 99, I cut my time +It's E-N-T, it's 6th Street, at the same time we wise guys +Fifty-one fifty, shit get wicked in my city +Pistol grippin in dickies +Nigga play, nigga get it +I don't talk, I'll walk it out, so you gon' see me fo' you hear me +Extra Hen' in my system, 'bout to fuck over a nigga + +[Verse 5: Lil Boosie] +Bitch, we out chea, in the streets +Everywhere like burnt CDs +Barbershop +Barbeque +GLRRRRRRRRRRRR(roll your tongue) +Who gon' ride for you? +Choppin' fools +1-by-1 +2-by-2 +3-by-3 +R.I.P +Rest in PISS +We bout dat gangsta shit +Play now, cry later, mane +Feed you to the gators mane +Try to send a message, that's why I got that "Fuck you Haters" chain +Since 10, I've been a beast +Ain't hard to find, I'm in the streets +Pocket monster in the club, murk yo' ass instantly +[Hook: Lil Boosie]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Zoom[Intro] +Lil' Boosie, Bad Azz +Yung Joc - we gotta hit, let's go baby + +[Hook] +Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom +They on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom + +[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie] +I'm Boosie, Bad Azz and I zoom right by ya +760 partna, krispy kreme on the tires +Smoke that fire purple kush by the pound +Ask my dogg Webbie this is how it goes down +From my hood, to yo hood mayne we makin' money +In the club we poppin' bottles, the room we hittin' models +Rollin through the bottom all the kids hollerin' Boosie +This life a nigga livin like I'm starrin in a movie +Fresh out the jacuzzi, little powder on my chest +Got thirty on my neck, Turk and Mel just cut the check +Now I'm zoomin' in my Charger on them twenty - fo's +Gotta think about Big Head and Pimp, so slow ya roll +Ice cold from my neck to my wrist, we gettin paid +On my feet I got them J's, play with me I got them K's +Red gucci shades, me and Joc gettin paid +Now the whole United States takin' pictures of our face +[Hook] +A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin +With a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money +Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely +And I'm doin my thing, my thing, my thing +Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom) +We on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom) +We walk up in the club like... + +[Verse 2 - Yung Joc] +You see the way I hustle, they think I'm Rick Ross +Just as soon as I fuck e'm - tell them hoes to get lost +Alot of niggas mad they all pissed off +If a nigga think he bad tell him jump like Kriss Kross +I pop a couple tags, but the wrist cost +Hate to see me splurge - just bought a brick of soft +Just ask my nigga Boosie he tell you what it is +Face card good cause the face card Trill +Nigga got a problem I suggest you head home +You in the red zone, nigga leave ya head gone +Don't hit me on my chirp nigga, that's the fed phone +You talkin bout the work nigga know you dead wrong +Yeah believe I keep the beams, for them hoes sell e'm dreams +Ain't no hoes on my team - I like my clothes crisp and clean +I like my dough crisp and green, six - fo'on lean +That's my nigga Mouse and Turk who got the drugs for the fiends +[Hook] +A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin +With a fresh pair of J's, makin that money +Everybody gettin paid, everything lovely +And I'm doin my thing, my thing, my thing +Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom) +We on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom) +We walk up in the club like... + +[Verse 3 - Lil' Boosie] +I be zoomin in my drop top, mobbin thru the city +Fresh fade, fresh J's with two bad bitches +One name Sara, one name Tina +Together they make weather like Katrina +They a fool shawty - red, she a rough rider +She get on back of that motor bike +And all you see is back on that motor bike (WOO) +I drive fast car, they call me Nascar (ya feel me) +But I'm in love with that Hemi +I get retarded in Ferrari's, I get loose in a Coupe +Paranoid like Pac so I keep that Glock when I zoom, zoom +And after that it's to the room, room (I'm V.I.P.) +I need a dime piece, a fine freak +Get on the back, you can ride on the bike or in the 'Lac (huh bruh) +Now we got everybody zoomin, the little kids zoomin +Look like you gotta hit Boosie (yeah) +[Hook] +A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin +With a fresh pair of J's, makin that money +Everybody gettin paid, everything lovely +And I'm doin my thing, my thing, my thing +Everybody like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (Zoom) +We on them dubs like - zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom (zoom) +We walk up in the club like...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cancer[Intro] +Boosie Badazz +Coldest words I ever heard was +“Torrence Hatch, I’m sorry. You got cancer” +Damn +Just beat death penalty, now I got cancer? + +[Verse 1] +Father God, I need answers +News to my ears, shit real from the doctor +He said, “Boosie, boy you got cancer”, I cried for hours +Jumping in the shower, stressing, and cried to my mama and my nana +I can’t believe this shit +Cancer got me scared like I’m ‘bout to leave this bitch +Told my bitch, she cried, told my niggas, they cried +Mama tried to downplay it to the family, she lied +I’m thinking, “damn, how did I get cancer?” in my kidneys +Back fighting for my life, I guess finish my sentence +I guess way gone, I stress not giving up, not yet +I need prayers, fuck respect + +[Hook] +Father God, I need answers (man) +Tell me God, how did I get cancer? +Father God, I need answers (protect me, God) +Tell me God, how did I get cancer? (Why me though?) +Right now, shit +[Verse 2] +I’ve been stressing so bad, my nigga +Praying to the man with both hands, my nigga +Just want to be around in my family chilling +Lost three aunties to this pussy ass disease while you keep beef with my family, nigga +Leave us alone, my God, we need some answers +Leukemia at 10 years old, please heal this cancer +My aunty Keisha just left, it’s real with cancer +Stress ain’t do it to her, ma, she was killed with cancer +It’s hard to make a nigga think strong (man) +I probably need to put some pink on (man) +This shit gon’ probably make my team strong (man) +How long I live after my kidney gone? + +[Hook] +Father God, I need answers (man) +Tell me God, how did I get cancer? +Father God, I need answers (protect me, God) +Tell me God, how did I get cancer? (Why me though?) +Right now, shit + +[Outro] +I need the answers +Daughter will say “Dad, how you get cancer?” +I said, “baby, I don’t know how I get cancer” +He’ll answer me on death row, he’ll answer me again +Tell me God, how did I get cancer?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Lil Son[Hook] +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, Aight, send that boy +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy +Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son +I son that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son, Yeah, that's my lil son +Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy +Aight, send that boy, That my son +I son that boy +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy +Don't play with my lil son, That my son, Aight send that boy + +[Verse] +Yeah, that's my lil son, he dumb +Referee official, stretch you out, he dumb +He ridin' round with a fishin' pole +Look at him, he dumb +He clutchin', he know nigguhs won't get at him +He dumb, I will send my son to spit at you +(What's ha'nin' nigguh) +Fuck everybody who remember you +We smashin' nigguhs by the hour +I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food +My son'll blam you for a half ounce of dog food + +[Hook] +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy +Aight, send that boy +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy +Yeah, that's my lil son, Yeah, that's my lil son +Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy +Aight, send that boy, That's my son, I son that boy +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy +Don't play with my lil son, That my son, Aight send that boy +[Verse 2, NBA Youngboy] +Who you thinkin' bout slidin' on, nigguh +No, I ain't goin' for it +38 baby, I'm out that north, bitch, I got plenty roids +NBA Joe, he trained to go, I'll send that boy +Fuck who he ridin' with, I want him gone +Big brother, finish him, (fuck that nigguh) +Dude career gone, we around, he on heroin +My lil son outta Brookstown, murk a nigguh for a Iphone +Play with my name, think it's a game +What type a shit you on? +No, I won't respond on Instagram, I ain't beefin' +Boy, I ain't gon' play with you, spittin' on yo' block with a hunnid shots +We gon' get rid of you, we don't give a damn, you gon' get slammed when I wet you +All out the window with that stick, we gon' fuck over you +On 3 'n'em, bitchass + +[Hook] +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy +Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son +I son that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son +Yeah, that's my lil son +Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy +Aight, send that boy, That my son +I son that boy +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy +Don't play with my lil son, That my son, I'll send that boy +[Verse 3] +I'll send that boy in broad day, (I swear to God) +[?] got that gas, that circle K +Just like a chip, you play with me, you gon' lay +You know I keep that fork and Glock like it's my bae +The clip hang off the Glock just like a braid +I'm sippin' on yellow, this ain't lemonade +These niggas savor this, [?], the chopper got a blade +Bitch, get outta line, you gettin' faded +And all my nigguhs pay +Got chains on my neck like I'm a slave +But take you to your grave +That clip up on that chopper may get you, ay +I'm Mister Bang-Bang +My son'll get you on the muscle +And take all of your money, fuck your hustle +Them chopper bullets burn, just like Usher +Bitch, I'll be fuckin' hoes all in Russia +Bitch, I can get you touched all in Russia, (Know I can) + +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, I son that boy +Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son +I son that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son +Yeah, that's my lil son +Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy +Aight, send that boy, That my son +I son that boy +Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy +Don't play with my lil son, That my son, I'll send that boy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Calling Me[Intro] +You ever had a piece of pussy man , that be on your mind like money ? +(yo like for real doe) like money ?? +Good joule Good joule hahaha +Fosho fosho pussy , pussy , pussy , pussy , pussy , pussy , pussy + +[Chorus] +That pussy keep calling me (calling me) +Damn! get me in trouble +That pussy keep calling me (come here boosie) +(callin me)come here boosie (callin me) get me in trouble... + +You ever had a piece pussy so good and tight that you hear dat pussy talkin at night (cum here) +Lingerie drive you crazy wen she put it on safe sex but sometimes i hate to put it on +Make me moan grab my back and pull me deeper in ha she catch 3, i catch 2 now I'm sleepin in ha +Ms. virgina take her time wen she hit dat head she pull her long hair back and sit between my legs +Blow your mind when you got a dime who rub your nuts when ya fuck her from behind +(I ain't lyin) something special bout her +Got me sneakin out da house like a fucking mouse +And that pussy so wet for me +She my Ecstasy (crazy) +Pussy damn near betta den ya ol lady i prolly need to stop answerin da phone +Fucking her, I fuck around and have my family gone +She get me rite when we fuck (wen we fuck) yeaaaaah! +She put ice on my nuts (wen we fuck) yeaaaaaah +Got me textin and shit I ain't never texted before +Got me eatin et pussy I ain't never ate before +[Chorus] +That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me) +Get me in trouble +That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me) +I know i can't love her but +That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me, keep on calling me) +That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me) +Get me in trouble.. + +She's so cute you not quick when you face to face +So I turn her from the back and grab her by da waist (turn around) +Dick hard when I see her, fatal attraction +Freaky bitch eat the dick while I'm playin Madden +Move my chain and give me brain, that's a chain reaction +Drop my top and let her lick - lick - lick my lollipop +Lay on your stomach girl (jus like that), toot that ass up +Bite the pillow while a real nigga smash her +Pussy wet year round, that's that seattle pussy +One call that's all I gotta have da pussy +Misses studio time, tellin my niggas lies +That pussy on me like flies on a shit pile +Call my fone and tell me sweet things +I put her on a purple kush now when we roll its a G thang +And when we get in da bed, I feel her cumin ahh her cumin ahh +I feel her cumin ahh her cumin ahh, she feel me cummin ah ! +[Chorus] +That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me) +Get me in trouble +That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me) +I know I can't love her but +That pussy keep calling me (keep on calling me, keep on calling me) +That pussy keep calling me ( keep on calling me, keep on calling me) +Get me in trouble..1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Heart Of A Lion[Hook x2: ] +Look I'm on that five foot seven with the heart of a lion +Creep like a tiger and I stomp like a giant +Had to feed myself, so a nigga so defiant +Take ya to meet your maker nigga and I ain’t lyin' + +[Verse 1: ] +I'm on that five foot seven like a lion I'm raw +They be like how people talk bout you I thought that you was tall +No I ain't tall but I got a very loud growl +The look up in my eye make a nigga bow down +I thugged in the pen round several convicted felons +Five foot seven, heart big as a watermelon +Underrated my whole life, I love pressure +Love the Blood like a vampire, I love to wet ya nigga +Had to feed myself because my daddy wasn't home +Went from a young dope dealer to a Don Corleone +I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee +Only thing I'm scared of in this world is catching HIV +Man I creep like a tiger, never know when I'm coming +I wish a nigga would try to stop me from stuntin' +This ain't no kiddie pool +Man it's that shark infested waters +When niggas get rid of you, I'm Mr. T I pity the fool +Get it dude +[Hook x2: ] + +[Verse 2: ] +Man I'm small but my dick hard, ask my family ask my friends +Don't believe me, tell your doctor X-Ray my chest then +Everything I got in this world I had to earn it +I'm cut from shit like leather, you can't tear it you gotta burn it +I supersoak you pussy mothafuckas like the old days +Telling you Lil daddy you don't wanna see my old ways +Say what's on my mind even if it's good or ugly +Never back down and that's why my fam love me +Daddy wasn't home made me ignorant, defiant +Spit it from the heart I'm a muthafuckin' giant +Spit it from the heart while these other rappers lying +Bragging bout their hustle, ain't never cooked up a nine piece +Weak niggas try me, knowing I don't play round +Knowing I'm on that Beanie Sigel shit, get down or lay down +Yeah you get a six pack tall with muscles and all that +But when it go down you, bow down bitch where your heart at? + +[Hook x2: ] + +[Verse 3: ] +Man I'm small, with a soft voice, I'm an animal, I'm telling you +Soft voice that got power like Hannibal Lecter +When I step off in the room you gon' feel my presence +No matter what they say bout Boosie, I been a legend +I don't back down, I don't play around man ask somebody bout me +I been a leader since the playground been shot calling +Hustle with the best uh, but at all the rest of 'em +Let me chill they might be listening, you know they tryna get me +Fuck where you from it's how you come I fuck with real niggas +He got a chopper, I got a pistol but my heart bigger +What's up? What's happening? It's bigger than this rapping +Snatch my chain, I bust your brain, and that's my chain reaction +Now I'm bout that scrapping, little man complex +Ask somebody from Roosevelt Street projects +Freedom or jail I cause hell I'm defiant +Creep like a tiger and I stomp like a giant3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She Don’t Love Me[Intro: Chris Brown] +Oh, I know, na na na +You see who's real +BJ Beats + +[Chorus: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz] +Oh girl +I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world +Where you girl? Oh +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do? +She don't love me like +Oh-woah, she don't love me like she say she do +Woah, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh-woah, she don't love me like she say she do +She don't do the shit she say she do + +[Verse 1: Chris Brown, Boosie Badazz & Both] +Monday, she actin' like she don't really miss me (Damn) +Tuesday, I feel a difference in her kisses (Damn) +Wednesday, we sex, we argue when we finish +Thursday she trippin', club all night Friday +Stand by me, Whitney and Bobby, be my rock, girl +Paparazzi, no freedom but at the house, girl +And baby, I don't wanna leave ya, baby, I don't wanna leave +But baby, I don't really need ya either +Front of Harlem, scared to love (Scared to love) +Perfect career, perfect face and that ass, ooh, I'm scared of her +Got too much to lose doin' you but you worth it (You worth it) +If we make it we deserve it (Real) +[Chorus: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz] +Oh girl +I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world +Where you girl? Oh +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do? +She don't love me like +Said oh-woah, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh-oh-oh, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh, she don't love me like she say she do +She don't do the shit she say she do + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +(Let me tell you 'bout ol' girl) +She say she me ride or die but she barely smile (Barely smile) +Went to prison, you actin' different, where you at now? +I need a soldier, someone real (Real), someone to come get me +When all odds against me, I need a Navy Seal +If that you can't do, you don't love me like you say you do +Loyalty and honesty, the only way we make it through +Sometimes, she be sweet as cotton candy +But most time, she look at me like she can't stand me +I need sunshine, a bad chick to make me happy (Happy) +Sex me keep me laughin (Haha)', text me somethin' nasty (Yessir) +System against me, the world call me an outcast +So I need a down chick, if you ain't down, you down bad +[Chorus: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz] +Oh girl +I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world +Where you girl? Oh +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do? +She don't love me like +She don't love me like she say she do +She don't love me like she say she do +She don't love me like she say she do +She don't do the shit she say she do9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get NastyWats ya name, how you doinq tell me who you screw? +Do he fukk ya right guuuuurrrrlllllll... all night guuuurrrllll + +[Verse 1:] +Can I fukk you in my ride (yea boosie) when you suck it you gon look me in my +Eyes (yea boosie). And she slidinq down dat pole pretty polish on her toes, lick her +Tongue and let me know... she wanna get nasty... + +Can I fukk you in dha studio? Can I put a X-Pill in yo booty hole? Let me nut all ova you +Like a true solider do and let my niqqas watch like a real ho a do... (OOHH) And you +Can swallow me all (eww) but dhat (eww eww) feel so good. Can I fukk in with dha +Doors up ridinq thru dha bottom, churp ya girl up and let ya girl hear you holla. Can I +Out you on a camera phone and record ya actinq a donkey like donkey kong. When ya +Moan holla bad ass and make me feel like royality when ya finish wipe dhat dick off +And get it back hard for me... + +[Hook: x2] +I'm a beat dhat pussy from behind you... Cause I been eyeinq you and I'm a +Tell ya dha truth. I'm tryna get nasty... I'm tryna get nasty... + +[Verse 2:] +Put ya head in my lap... It's qoinq down! Lick me on my balls it's qoinq down +Can you play with ya self while I play with myself after I fukk ya to death I want you to qo +Back and rest. I like ice on my nuts, numb me up baby, don't use teeth you don't wanna +Have me runninq now baby. Can I fukk ya hair style up, I'll get ya shit fixed if ya fire +Can I take a picture of ya with ya drawls on and send it up dha rode man to all my +Dogs (OOHHH) If I sang a verse for ya would ya heart stop. Now she got a nigga +Shakinq in dha parkinq lot. Hit dhat head retarted now. Her pussy clean so she taste +It, dhats dhat holla back. So when ya fukk off top you gotta holla back. Fukk a bitch +Before you count to 6... 1-2-3-4-5-6 she hit. Boosie on some major shit and I never play +A bitch... +[Hook x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Still Happy[HOOK ] +Used to hold my head down not no more +Diabetes in my body Police kicking at my door +But I'm still happy, But I'm still happy +But I'm still happy, Boosie boo still happy +Baby mama drama steady fighting with these hoes +Might be going up the road +But guess what I'm still happy +I'm still happy, I'm still happy +I'm still happy, Boosie boo still happy +Used to hold my head down not no more +Diabetes in my body Police kicking at my door +But I'm still happy, But I'm still happy +But I'm still happy, Boosie boo still happy + +[VERSE 1] +Through all the pain and the stuggle yeah I still smile +House arrest on my leg but I still smile +Still cheesing even I'm gon be gone awhile +Still gon get visits from my youngest to my oldest child +Walk in my house look in my closet you can see this shit +I come from nothin sometimes I can believe this shit +Several whips rimmed up that'll make me smile +Comin up as a child I walked some long miles +Heard these playa haters eye keep em on mine +Rappers slack entrupenur my money grown now +Police kickin down my door bitches want they child support +Can't even smoke no more so I turn to the mojo +And I think I can fuck any girl in the world +Cuz boosie boo the shit like the 80's Jheri Curl +DEA lookin at a nigga like why you smiling at me +Cuz Hillary Moore your ass racist and its easy to see +[HOOK] + +[VERSE 2] +Album just hit the store smiling my ass off +Got your baby mama and I'm knockin her ass up +A year in jail, oh well man I'm laughin at that +Could of been 10 or 20 so I'm happy with that +Made 6 beautiful kids god bless em with cake +My motivatation when I see em is the smile on their face +To be lil boosie badass and I wouldn't trade it for shit +You know how many bad bitchesdon ate this dick +My daughters bringing straight A's shoutout to Ivy and Tyt +But tootie he cuttin up that lil nigga fucked up +Plus I'm a boss I buy what I wanna s +Stacks on deck In the hood I got respect +Riding through the southside everybody screaming +Pocket full of money the whole click leanin +Used to hustle front the store not no mo +Started at 500 how its 30 grand a show +(So I'm happy) + +[HOOK] + +[VERSE 3] +Used to be worried bout shit that I had heard about (boosie a pussy) +Now I laugh at they ass my throw some cash at they ass +So many people know I'm holding it down +Laughing at my old teachers like look at me now +Riding through the south side throwing it up +Hood love the shit out me cuz I keep blowing it up +Diabetes in my body still thanking the lord +Used to make a nigga mad but now it make me go hard +Six cars in the yard no notes im no jokes +Prolly why a nigga smiling when he goin to court +And I never tried coke I'm proud of myself +I'm jigga man down south compared to no one there +Been shot at a couple times I ain't ready for death +The man up above thats my bulletproof vest +TVs pop out the dresser flat screens in every room +Hit the diving board of my 13ft pool +[HOOK]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Retaliation[Spoken Intro] + +[Verse 1] +Nigga just killed TyeTye +Caught him slipping in a drive-by +We so surprise his mama in tears +Somebody gon die now +His baby mama she been crazy +She done lost her mind now +Don't want to look at his lil boy +Cause it look like my dog +I'ma set it off in the muthafucka +I'm going ham with an AK +I promise his mama +I'm gon protect him +You gone get slam with AK +I'll duck tape you homie +Write your name on this list +Pussy bitch +And this pencil ain't got no eraser on it +Blood spill when a boss talk, I’m from Louisiana +Murder capital of all these states, peel your banana +Retaliate, four to the chest, two the face, if you can relate +If you think you gotta wait, bitch you can die today +I'ma ride for my niggas mane +[Hook] +I ride for my niggas +I die for my niggas +We searching for blood +Retaliation , it's payback pussy +I ride for my niggas +I die for my niggas +We searching for blood +Retaliation , it's payback pussy +I ride for my niggas +I die for my niggas +We searching for blood +Retaliation , it's payback pussy +I ride for my niggas +I die for my niggas +We searching for blood +Retaliation , it's payback pussy + +[Verse 2] +Like sharks we searching for blood +Like jaws I'm king of the sea +We kill we kill'em with gloves +Boy bouta eat this beat +Gas up this rental car +Park around the corner ,jump out +This one for my dog, mane +Ian gon lie since he been gone +It's been so much pain +Rip him up with the mac +Just like that +Let him know I'm bout drowning +Wait by his block , the barbershop and his baby mama +I get dumb with the gat like london on the track +It's always gangsta +Seek and you shall find and it's a scary picture that I paint ya , nigga +[Hook] +I ride for my niggas +I die for my niggas +We searching for blood +Retaliation , it's payback pussy +I ride for my niggas +I die for my niggas +We searching for blood +Retaliation , it's payback pussy +I ride for my niggas +I die for my niggas +We searching for blood +Retaliation , it's payback pussy +I ride for my niggas +I die for my niggas +We searching for blood +Retaliation , it's payback pussy + +[Spoken Outro]15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wipe Me Down (Remix)("Mouse drop the track, that'll make you bounce it back") + +[Hook - repeated 8X in background] +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) + +[Foxx - over Hook] +AYY, Mr. Wipe Down ya heard me? +Foxx-a-milli-on +This one's be the, REEEEEEMIIIIIIX!!! +Bad Azz! Savage Life! Foxx-a-milli-on +Man you already KNOW what it is, ya heard me? +We still on, we still ridin on chrome, we still pullin up, manye up + +[Foxx - Verse One] +(Yeah!) I pull up at the club V-I-P +Gas tank on "E" but all dranks on me (wipe me down!) +Fresh kicks, fresh white, tall tee +Fresh NFL hat, fresh bauds wit the crease (wipe me down!) +Pussy niggas wanna hit me wit da heat +Real recognize real, real niggas don't speak (wipe me down!) +Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week +You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down!) + +[Jim Jones- Verse Two] +Now wipe me down, at least brush the shoulders off +A night on the town, sheesh you should know the cost +A nigga breeze we had to deal to pull the roses off +Three hundred G's for the D's just to blow exhaust (You smell me?) +Two hundred G's on my sleeve cause I'm showin off +No clouds in the stones the need be's are goin off (Whatv else?) +Ladies on the scene till I drive and spin around (GO!!!) +Hit the block tell the fiends wipe the rims down (GO!!!) +Hit the chirp tell the team time to hit the town (GO!!!) +Hit the club tell the waiter order me some bottles (GO!!!) +Left the club with a shorty for the (?) (Then What!) +From the club to the telly shorty that's the model +The high got her on me (Uh huh!) Then why I got her horny +And then rise like a orgy, she doin freaky things as the engine go vroom +Tell her we don't need no room (No) +She could go down while I look up at the moon +[Hook: Foxx] +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) + +[Jim Jones] (Foxx) +Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels +Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels +Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels +Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels (wipe me down!) + +[Lil' Boosie - Verse Three] +B-O-O-S-I-E +B-A-D-A-Z-Z - that's me (wipe me down!) +Red bones caramel all o'em stop and stare +ALL o'em tryna steal my underwear (hahaha) (wipe me down!) +I like to floss like Rick Ross, got a hit called "Set It Off" +When I sang it E'RYBODY +set it off+ (wipe me down!) +Black mink damn I don't play wit me +I bust ya dome, eight whips on chrome, you can gon (wipe me down!) +[Fat Joe - Verse Four] +P-P-Party Like A Rockstar!!! T-T-T-Totally Dude!!! +The bezel on the watch is totally rude +I beg your pardon but the Benz is so huge I mean the Maybizzy +We closin curtains like it's Moulin Rouge +Yeah! I do the honors I strip ya Prada, Dolce Gabbana +Make It Rain in her mouth call it a baby shower +Now Wipe Me Down cause bitch I'm on!!! +Yeah! I ring bells like that kid name Sean +Now! He he he he ha!!! Yeah I had to laugh +Two million ringtones and another half +Y'all fuck boys go and do the fuckin math +Now that's what the fuck I call bringin crack back + +[Hook: Foxx] +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) +Cause I'm on (wipe me down!) + +[Webbie - Verse Four] +Hot drop, drop top, top drop +Hoes drop it like it's hot, yea nigga I'm the shit! (wipe me down!) +You see this ice on my wrist, how it glist +Soon as the light hit, you can't lie the ice sick (wipe me down!) +Purple got me smellin funky red monkey +Five hunnid dollars on 'em you ain't seen these yet (wipe me down!) +BEATIN' you can hear me way around the corner +Paint wet wit the 24's on 'em that's a bet [Boom! Boom!] (wipe me down!) +[Jadakiss - Verse Five] (Foxx) +Been nice with the pen, four pipes on the em +When y'all little dudes see me before you smile and grin +Know it ain't a game I told you it ain't a game +LV on the buckle YLS on the frame (wipe me down!) +This is real talk, stainless steel hawk +I'm a put the work in but when I pass it off +I'm tryin to cuff her I just need a couple minutes +Red Bull and Guiness, do my thing let her (wipe me down!) +Then I'm finished, Kiss is a menace +Nah you ain't seen these Airs if I'm in 'em +Polo Shirt yeah of denim +Sicles on my neck and hand, better check ya man +Brand new so I doubt if this tek will jam +Don't even ask who the best is, yes I am +I'm a winner, therefore I can't lose +Shoulders and the chest first then come the pants and shoes (wipe me down!) + +[Outro: Foxx] +Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes +Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes +Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes (Savage Life! Foxx-a-milli-on) +Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes (Man you already KNOW what it is, ya heard +Me?)(wipe me down!) + +[Jim Jones] (*Foxx) +Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels (D-Block, who else, Joey Crack, Terror Squad!) +Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels (Who else? Lil' Boosie) +Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels +Car, Dash, Rims, Wheels (REEEEEMIIIIIIXXXXXXXXX!!!) (wipe me down!)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +2 Way Love Affair[Intro] + +Hold on let me answer the phone +Shut up (shut the fuck up) +Hello +What up (what up bae) +Shit just chillen (chillen mayne) +Man sometimes... +I just can't make my mind up +I love you though +(U know I love you rite?) + +[Chorus] + +I'm trapped +I'm caught up (caught up) +In the middle (in the middle) +Of a 2 way love affair +I'm trapped (I'm trapped) +Caught up caught up +In the middle (in the middle) +Of a 2 way love affair + +[Verse 1] + +I know I fucked up +I hurt you so many times +I know u tired of crying +(But but but but) +I apologize +Can you come and take a ride in my '45 +Real talk I'm missing you +Kissing you and hugging you tight +And making love on sight(we fuck wherever) +When we together is the best I ever done +But when the love gets to deep +I run +But I love you though +Cause you on my mind every time I fuck another ho +That's how I really know +Late night counting paper with me (I remember) +Bubble bath, u used to cater to me +Don't wanna lose you to the streets +That's why every time we beef +I call ya like let's meet +(Fa real) +Shit done got too deep +You don't want to be my friend here +I gotta old lady n she been here +[Talking] + +What's up man (what's up) +Why you tripping man +I'm made my mind up +What you talking about +What (what) +Fuck + +[Chorus] + +I'm trapped (trapped) +I'm caught up (caught up) +In the middle (in the middle) +Of a 2 way love affair +[repeat] + +[Verse 2] + +(Let me talk to u) +Say girl you know what's happening +You know what I do +The way she say she love boo +She can't be number 2 +So we beefing she cheating +And I done lost love +Plus my real thang +Man I almost lost her +Wanna be with you sometimes +Wanna be with her sometimes +If I could have ya'll both +That'll really blow my mind +Sometimes I want to let you both go +But they get me in the bed +And they take me on that rodeo +Why u can't let her go +Cause I love her +And she been down with me from the shine +To the struggle +(U understand) +You a bad mothafucka +You say you love boo +What got me feenin for you +What got you feenin for me +[Chorus] + +(Look like I'm) +I'm trapped (trapped) +I'm caught up, caught up +In the middle (in the middle) +Of a 2 way love affair +[repeat] + +[Outro, talking] + +This is a old hit (a classic) +I just brought that bitch back (like a fuckin flat top) +Boosie bad ass stop(you know) +I know they gotta alot of motherfucka trapped out there tonight +Can't make your mind up +That outside pussy a fool +Trapped +Caught up +Boosie bad azz +Turn me up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boosie Love[Hook][x2] +Some say it’s groupie love, groupie love +I say it’s Boosie love, Boosie love +They love the way I thug, way I thug +You ain’t no groupie girl, you just got Boosie love + +[Verse 1] +Come thug with me, leave this club with me +Come fuck with me, come suck on me +Cause you know that you got Boosie love +I want you boo, I want you right here +You want me too, you know you want me +Do what you want to do, guess what? +And you can even bring another girl with you +You such a cutie man, cutie man +Get naked, do your thang, do your thang +Put on my Boosie chain, Boosie chain +Give me your sex and show me girl that you got Boosie love +You been wanting this thug nigga, you bad girl Imma fuck with ya +You nasty girl, I’m stuck with you +Got me like ”ahhhh-oh”, it’s bout that time girl +For you to show Boosie what’s on your mind girl + +[Hook][x2] +Some say it’s groupie love, groupie love +I say it’s Boosie love, Boosie love +They love the way I thug, way I thug +You ain’t no groupie girl, you just got Boosie love +[Verse 2] +You fuck your old man +Tonight it’s on man +I can’t be cloned man +So once I put it down you gon be gone man +She like that Boosie love (she like that huh?) +Like what I do to her, do to her +Let’s make a movie girl, movie girl +So put this X pill in your booty girl +I’m on some fire head, fire head +You love me, swallow that, swallow that +And I’m gon holler back, holler back +Cause now you showing me that you got Boosie love +Come freak me boo, freak me boo +You clean, I’ll eat you too, eat you too +Then I go get a sweet for you, sweet for you +Cause like a king how you supposed to treat Boosie Boo + +[Hook][x2] +Some say it’s groupie love, groupie love +I say it’s Boosie love, Boosie love +They love the way I thug, way I thug +You ain’t no groupie girl, you just got Boosie love6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Know[Speaking:] +Say mel and t mayne +I'm a make a nigga feel on this + +[Pre-rap:] +Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood +(south baton rouge) +The candy lady out of business cause they take her goods +Play with me it's guaranteed, oooooohhh, I'm a lay ya down +Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns + +[Chorus:] +God know I know +I feel like can't nobody fuck with me +God got my back so +Lil boosie keep his mind at ease +And god kno I kno +That somebody gon hate on me +But god kno I'm thug so +U kno lil boosie go and get skeet + +[Verse 1:] +Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin +He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin +From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks +For the lil nigga with that Glock ridin aroun d in somethin hot +Now it's bout time we hit our knees and tell god truth +Can't stop the way we livin just help us make it through +When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you +Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles to +And god kno +And god know I'm thug life, u fuckin right +So if nigga play with me of the op I gotta get him right +And god got my back so, when I act wow +I'm comin home safely through the back do +The murder rate is sky high, nigga holla ride or die +These youngin sling that iron it ain't no mo takin pride +So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber +Cause niggas slingin iron like the lone ranger +Mayne it's murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana followed by the bill +Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill, some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills +Gotta get it how I live in the southside +I'm thuggin with my cow hide +I'm fresh when I come outside +You talk shit got hog tied +God know I know these niggas +Don't make me show these niggas +Pray for these niggas keep me away from these niggas +And I +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2:] +God kno all the killas +He done walked with all them niggas +He done talked with all them niggas +Before they went sparked them trigger +He ain't tear ya up in church, but god pretty eyes done covered up some dirt +Plus he kept a thug alert +For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists +These niggas in the swamp swear to god they alligators +Me an my niggas paper chasers (shit) we ain't stuntin +We do wat we gotta do, to get that money +And god kno my past +I'm itchin to kill, gimme a reason I will +I'll end up grippin a steal +And god kno my temper +My temper like a bubble +You bust it you in trouble +Only god kno, it's hard yo, I'll lay up in ya yard wow +I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage cargo +The street ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south +Thas why I'm ridin with that nine I'm tryin make it out +And it's hard to live, I'm a community where ain't no fuckin unity +They always say I'm dead they try to ruin me +So boosie be on other shit +Like jew-el-r-is and poppin chris +And mac on u a model bitch +Had a hoe that swallow dick +Since 12 I saw alot of shit god kno I kno +Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store +So I get a blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin a donkey +Killin my own people, servin my own uncles +And I +[Chorus] +{prayer} +Our father who art in heaven +Hollow be thy name +Thou kingdom come +Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven + +[Verse 3:] +But we stay reppin +But we stay they got beasts up in my section +I was raised bysome thugs, got rich off the d +80 grams took my nigga, I'm missin ya petey +God kno I need to send my niggas some pictures this +And som change to keep nigga fresj kicks on his feet +And god kno he raised me +When donkey went jonsin +Bronson kept me wide open +And that's a fact +But I kno they gon hate tho +Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so u can call me lego +It's consequences, jumpin fences +Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches +The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace +Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis +A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised +Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played +The beasts is crooked, the preacher crooked +Saw my teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked +[Chorus] +[talking:] +Now if don't nobody now +God kno +Nigga u a hood rat +God kno +A nigga try to bring you down +He right on side u +God kno +Nigga tryin steal yo girl u had fears +God knoEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How Deep Is Your Love[Chorus:] +You gotta hold me down [x6] +How deep... tell Me [x2] +How deep is yo love +How deep How deep how deep is your love + +[Verse 1:] +Would u baby sit some kids that ain't even yurs +Be at court every morning with them bad nervs +Break yo nigga off swiftly on the first an third +Stick by ya nigga ride or die fuck what ya heard +Would u swerv on the passenger side +If a nigga get to trippin would you bust the 4-5 so he caint die +Would u stick by nigga with no blame on +If he had another baby would u change on would u change on +A lot a hoes b wantin a rang up on they finger +But they ain't real an they showl ain't gangsta +Gotta be more than just a bust it baby +Thru the rain an all the pain gotta trust ya baby +From november to december we been tripin lately +Thought goin thru my mind that u slipin baby +Love yo nigga mane no matter what his occupation +Fuckthem skezy ass hoes you his old lady an das the bitness + +[Chorus] +[Verse 2:] +Smell like onion rings would she do half the things she don 2 me +100 100 100 how I like my woman call her rubber band boosie when she wrap my money +Do you sqeeze yo nigga tight when he leave the house +Break him aff yo whole taxes if his money shawt +Girl how you ride +Keep it real with yo nigga pop a pill with yo nigga pack you bags in NY an get a deal with yo nigga +Momma told me if she love me she'll b bak... she might not trust you again but she'll be bak +You go hard for yo nigga live large with yo nigga take a charge for yo nigga man shout out to taquila +Cookin meals keep his belly right +Give em head an fie pussy like every night dat what dey like +Go to the doctor tell da doctor dat yo throat get a prescription just so yo lil nigga can sip purp + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3:] +Already got the message how it's goin down +Since I been doin my thang you don't come around +I know I ain't been spending time like I'm supposed ta +But you the only one I love like I love that doja suck +If I told u was the only one would you believe it +If I was feanin for that pussy would ya stunt an tease me +If I was locked off in a cell would you come an see me +Say baby I know you doin ya best to try to please me +Promise to stick by me I know she ain't bout violence but if the gay shit kick off I know she silent +When I was lose on the run she was right there with me +When it come to love we go deep she 100 not 50 +If it cum down to it she'll hit the road an go get it +Right or wrong thick or thin she gone still be with it so tell me what the bitness is I'm just tryna run into an tell ya how deep it is2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cruisin[Intro] +Turn Up, Turn Up + +[Hook – Boozie Badazz][x2] +Cruising down the street +Cru-cru-cruising down the street, getting cash flow +Cruising down the street +Cru-cru-cruising down the street, with some bad hoes + +[Verse 1 – Boozie Badazz] +Crusing down the street with Nicky and Tiffany +Hookah in the air, and kush, cinnamon +Fresh up out the airplane, jumped up in the rafe +I’m barely in the door, fuck the rain, I’m straight +Riding big bucket, me and my girl KimYeing +Worried bout nothing, I got license and registration +Pocket full of money, bitch I ball like a dog +Ride like I’m in an old ‘Lac on white wall +Turn down Peach street, stopped and got my dogs +Stopped and got a fifth, then we went and hit the mall +Got the hat to match my kicks, got some heels for my chicks +Talking million dollar deals on my iPhone 6, big! +Ride sick, can’t too many buy this +Thought I was gone, came home and got rich +Drop top with a real hot bitch +She from Brazil where the fuck you find this? +I be +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Yo Gotti] +I pull up in some shit you never seen +I'm quick to sell a ho a dream +Damn Gotti you so selfish +And I'm like ho I feed the whole team +Get them bricks and Imma flood the hood +White ghost, white leather, stainless steel hood +Yea my grill look like Benihana +White Rover for my baby momma +I'm Cruzin' down the street in an old school Chevy +Bumpin' NWA with that Mac 11 +And I ain't saving no hoes cuz I'm not a reverend +I'm from the streets, Im a thug, and I'm super intelligent +Put on for the streets and I know that I am +454 on that cutless, plus the cam +Red interior, 458 shit +I pull up in slow mo +Look like the Matrix + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Boosie] +I keep that strap in my lap +My phone on loud +Nigga tryin' to spend something, can't miss that call +See a couple of haters looking +Dismiss that dog +You know me I'm looking back like I did that dog +It's too much money to be made +To fight over cron +The day I'm riding the I [?] +Treating my lungs +I gotta call from New York, another deal on the table +Got off the phone like yea, couple mil on the table +You can catch me in the whip front of sax 5th ave +With my Dominican black, rich long hair +Pass through they be looking as i swang on through +Real recognize real so i chuck up the deuce +Stopped at the Chevron, got a lil gas +Pull behind the car wash, got a lil head +Niggas want my head, but the boy ain't scared +Headed home gon' to count the bread +Boosie Badazz +I be +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bullshit[Hook] +Stop rapping that bullshit +Stop talking that bullshit +Stop smoking that bullshit +Look like you on that bullshit + +Bullshit +Stop rapping that bullshit +Stop talking that bullshit +Stop smoking that bullshit +You on that bullshit + +Bullshit +Stop looking like bullshit +Stop dressing like bullshit +That ho you fucking +You on that bullshit + +Bullshit +Stop rapping that bullshit +Stop talking that bullshit +Stop smoking that +You on that bullshit + +[Verse 1] +Hah, I'm coming gangsta mane +All the way 100 with it +Who spit it like I spit it (nobody) +Niggas sippin +Hoes too and they like +Put gasoline on fire +These hoes'll get you killed +Nigga how you feel +You let hating stop your grind homie? +D.A. bullshitting +Want me with time homie +Sitting lonely in the cell +Hearing bullshit +Where niggas talk 'bout +How they had this, when they ain't had shit +Watch your surroundings +The devil's in the pulpit +Niggas sell a million records +Talking bullshit +But me, I spit that gutta gutta real talk +People feel me in they heart +Like heartburn +A clique bad bitches on my team; +Pussy clean, feet clean, teeth clean +You know what I mean +I got my beamed +Extended clip +And I ain't talking +Wake up smoke my purple +Drank my coffee here we go +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Now second verse +It gets worse than the first +Bullshit got my niggas +Locked down in a hearse +This shit hurt +Niggas hating on a nigga's ball +They hating on a nigga's ball +Get your money, it's enough for us all +Don't even call me with that fake ass shit +I don't have time +Being worried 'bout another nigga +Never been part of my grind +"Boosie you think you all that huh? bullshit" +No you think I'm all that bitch! Real Shit +Came from a personal pan +To a meatlover's +Certified street hustler +I like a lot of toppings +How you rocking? +Cutting them nappy head hoes +Smiling in my face with them two dirty ass golds +It's time that yall dids more +They wanna take me to court +It's fine but mane I ain't fine no more +If she don't wanna give up that ass +She bullshitting +If she ain't showed you the cash +She trying to jack you on some bullshit +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +No matter what +I keep it gutta +'til the bone gristle +Been slanging them whips +Been hanging with killers +Been banging at niggas +This is my life nigga +Drive-by's, niggas miss? +Mane God with ya +Lil hard niggas +Who smell bullshit from a mile away +I'll be damned +If I let a nigga take my smile away (fuck a nigga) +Bitches say I tried to run 'em +They bullshitting +They lock me in +I lock my door and finish my dro +If you ain't know +Is if you ain't hear from me the real facts +Boosie this +Boosie that +I don't wanna hear that +They trying to turn my kids against me +It's a cold world +My mama told me keep my dick in +I'm bullshitting +What they gone say now? +Since I'm fucking with suge? +I know +(who, suge knight?) +(suge knight?) +I know +Drag my name through the mud +I guess he headed for the grave +Like they said 10 years ago +Fuck a nigga +Light the dro +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Sorry[Verse 1] +Look, I say mama (I say mama) +I'm sorry (I'm sorry) for putting you through so much (all my life) +And I say Ms. Connie I'm sorry for being a bad boy growing up +And hen I was gone (when I was in jail) +Mama I miss you (I miss you) +I miss you so damn much +She told me don't worry 'bout what they say (don't worry) +You coming home one day and you gon' be right back with us (real shit) +To my Ivyana (fat) I'm sorry for living you all alone +And to my lil Tarlaysia (black) black I'm sorry that your daddy was gone so long +To my lil nigga lil Tootie I'm sorry, you getting big boy you gotta stay strong +Cause now that your daddy's back we gon' have them kinda stacks we gon' laugh together all night long +And to my Toriana fat I'm sorry for leaving you with only three +To my lil nigga lil Ray Ray I'm sorry that I was never there to tuck you to sleep +She look at me and say daddy I'm sorry (who I'm talking 'bout?) I'm talking 'bout my Lyric B +And for my lil son Michael Jordan boy your daddy sorry but I make it up now that I'm free +Lil nigga I apologise gise (Oh lord) +I apologise (fuck that shit) +Tears in my eyes (I'm hurting inside) +To my big brother Taquari (TQ) I'm sorry (my nigga I'm sorry straight up) +And to my lil niece Mattie I'm sorry too (tell Mattie) +To my nigga lil Darryl (Lil Bleek) I'm sorry (nigga I'm sorry) +That I was never mane to protect you (you) +Tears fall for the crew (mane ) +Nephew thuggin' what I'ma do? +Let him down cause I'm the only one he listen to +My aunties I'm sorry +Sitting in jail missing my uncles daily (crazy ain't) +Fucked around and motivated the ones that hate me (whew) +I'm sorry baby +Now it's time for me to make it up +Smiling faces for you hating as bitches (ha ha) who hated us +I let a million fans down and I'm sorry +They expressed in their letters (what they say?) +Told me longs I'm in jail the game won't get better now that's special +Special enough to make me want to grab a pad and pen +And jump on the mic and do it again (Do it again, do it again, straight up) +Special enough to make me grab a pad and pen +And jump in the booth and say it again (fuck that) +I apologise +I got to prison and I got on my knees and I told God +I apologise +Nigga hurting inside like a mutherfucker (hurting inside like a mutherfucker) +Nigga told me in there no pain, no gain +All I could say was huh bruh? +I'ma send this one out to all the ones I love +From the heart though +I apologise7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Streets On Fire[Hook] +From the corners +All the streets have fallen +I picked upon, and grew a rose +I became the wildlife around Earth +And the book about her past has surely closed + +[Verse 1] +No one thought I would make it +Violence and paper chasing +Supposed to be dead I'm just glad god had his patience +Broken relations cuz this rose turned into a flower +Trained to survive and learned all my surrounding +Look at my eyes, the wildlife defines me +Everyday is a hustle, so having nothing reminds me +Poverty couldn't blind me, fans never mind me +Found a gift and grew up, hoping Puff will sign me +In time the, boy who turned man,they understand me +I didn't win every fight but a nigga never ran me +Momma looking at me and smiled bright cuz it's over now +Whats over now? Pyrex and baking soda pots +50 for a rollie watch +No more corner, no more tryna hide +I get what I want and I can give a real nigga diploma +In the streets the real nigga Obama, just took a different role +A place that's called that's not far from the corner store +The corner +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Family hurtin' and I got tired of that shit +So I got off my ass and tried to get rich +Boosie got 99 problems and 5 of a bitch +Cuz I got 5 baby mommas with 5 different personalities +Blame for cold casualties, corner talk +Stuck in a place where them real niggas walk, the corner +But first your love hanging, then slangin' +You need love and fear love, you start banging +Music game changing, but Boosie ain't changing +Features with the stars, but my music still gangsta +It's for my niggas on the corners, hoping they get famous +With no gunshot wounds and leave pain, please help them lord +All the shit we see, we deserve to get a blessing lord +Look at me a G, I make the whole world press record +For that lil boy I give him hope +To stop selling dope, and put that mic to his mouth +And rap, and make it off that corner + +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mama[Boosie talking:] +I'ma send this song out to all the mama's who stand by their babies +No matter what they going through (right or wrong) +Especially my mama Ms.Connie +You know I love her to death +She stand by me + +[Hook:] +Mama, Mama stand (ain't nothing like a strong mama) +By me +Mama she stand +Mama she stand (yes she did) +By me +Mama, Mama stand (love ya mama) +By me +Mama she stand +Mama she stand (oh lord) +By me +Mama, Mama stand + +[Verse 1:] +Through all my struggles +Through all my troubles +Might got to look for my friends but not my mother +Cause she gon be there when everybody deceive me +When I'm lonely she squeeze me +When I'm hungry she feed me +Since elementary I be making mama hurt dog +Found my first .38 +Found my first 8 ball +Up in prison you never missed a visit mama +Bringing 7 bad kids to see me mama, how you did it mama ? +And she gon stand by me the same way +If I had a billion dollas or a dollar she the same mama +When daddy hit her I cried +Staying with him she tried +I had to wipe my mama eyes when he died , damn +Remember you putting our bathe water on the stove mama? +So we wouldn't have to bath cold +I love ya lord knows +And when I'm living wrong she praying to God on her knees +One thing I know my mama stand by me +[Hook] + +[Verse 2:] +I get in trouble call mama every time +Know when I'm telling the truth +Know when I'm lying +Know when my friends my friends she see the signs +See I'm blind +Never holding nothing in she speak her mind (that boy ain't real) +Look where we came from the hard times the struggles +Wouldn't be no Boosie without his mama that's why my fans love ya +If I could take it all back I wouldn't change a thing +I wouldn't change our love +I wouldn't change our pain +I hit the pen you change the pampers on my lil man +I love ya cause when I was a kid you did the same thing +Never tripped on material when she not my mother +She rather have a card , a note saying how much I love her +Everyday at my trial she had her bible with her +Her cigarettes and her lighter she fighting with me +She told my lawyer that she would get on the stand +And tell the jury that I ain't that kind of man +My mama stand by me + +[Hook] +[verse 3:] +Mama gon stand by me in any situation +No matter how much time I'm facing she stand by her baby +And T lady the T is for terrific +We ain't have much but you made sure when had for Christmas (Thank ya mama) +Shaking your head when I'm expelled from school +But you still took me home and fix me some food +So , I want you to know that Boosie love you +And ian ever gotta ask do you love me too +Cause you show it in a million ways +And her love is one in a million like Aaliyah say +When I'm down she pick me up +She say the right things to lift me up +Cause she loved to see her son smile +And we close like 10 toes in a baby sock +Laugh about the past cause the hood we made it out +Woke up this morning and saw a picture of you +I got my pen and I wrote this one for you +Mama stand by me + +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Undeniable Talent[Verse 1] +Wake up and smell the coffee, it's a new nigga in town +Gotta shake them haters off me, you know how boosie get down +And I'm anti-social nigga, don't fuck with none of you clowns +You play some games nigga? Well I gotta hundred some rounds +I drop hit after hit, (whaaaan) and it's amazing +Jump off in that coogi, now lil boosie in a matrix +Ask about me nigga, I live this +If it's coming out my mouth, it's some real shit +A soulja but not like soulja boy, I can't dance +Because I keep a big knot in my pants, straight up +You want some big shit? (call me) some beef shit? (call me) +My dog, it's easy to see + +[Hook] +I got undeniable talent +I'm a fool with this rapping + +[Verse 2] +When I step off in the room, it's a full moon +The lights on if I got my ice on +Looking like a kingpin, jewelry like slick rick +Keyshia Cole seen me, she said "Boosie that's too much shit" +Boosie he be thugging, hat to the back +Rolling through the trap with the strap in my lap +Peter pan fit, my favorite color green +When the cameras say action, you see some shit you never seen +Bad bitches love me, they want to rip me out the frame +And I make they pussy jump out they drawers into my hands +Got my name on my chain, let you know it's me +I-10 on my neck as a memory +2 cars deep, and then that chain in that gat +But I'll be damned if that money gone change me +I'm gonna tell 'em I'm a beast (ha ha ha)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lava House Freestyle[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +I'm a Ratchet nigga, this off the head +I freestyle all day when I be thinking about my dad +Rochelle she in the back, and she looking at me +She know I savage it everytime, I'm good at it +And I'm a motherfucking thug and I love my city +I love them pretty titties +I love them sick-ass dickies, you know I'm thugged out +I got some throwbacks, some work up in the drug house +And Lava House, they got my back like they Minnie Mouse +You fuck with me, I'll go and get that choppa +I might go get Big Poppa +And he's going to heart-stop ya +I'm finna go off this bitch, cause I done flowed in this bitch +And hide your ho, cause she'll be down low, sucking my dick, bitch + +[Verse 2: Big Poppa] +I catch the mic and bring it back +See niggas in my hood, sell powder, ecstasy, and sell crack, bitch +Well I'm Big Poppa, I don't give a damn +You fuck with me, a ho or a nigga get put in a fucking chokeslam, nigga +I'm out the bottom, out the 11 hundred, tatted up +Look at them niggas and the feds, man, they ratted up +Hating on some real niggas, hit the club and pop pills, nigga +Sit at the bar, flip out them hundred dollar bills, nigga +Now these player hating ass niggas, they wanna do me +They mad cause I did "Love Ya Hood" with Lil' Boosie +Ya'll niggas wanna trip, cause I let my pants sag +And I keep some fresh Reebok's, and I keep my black rag +And I gang bang for a living, dawg +You understand? +Fuck the judge, I go to court high, throw a "fuck you" sign on the stand +I do it how I do it +Ain't nothing to it +Pump your motherfucking brain with battery acid and embalming fluid +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +No tears today, nothing but kisses and hugs +For niggas and thugs, who missing from pistols and slugs +Saw his momma, and she spoke and put her head down +Made me shed a tear, and I want somebody dead now, rest in peace +I'mma ride for you, wodie +You know I'm thinking about you everytime we get loaded, but true thugs +They don't learn until they burn +That's just like me, but God ain't never gave my turn +Wicked ways off sherm, got me addicted to these streets +"Am I next in my casket?", is what I ask my peeps +So pray for me, how I'm gonna learn when this ghetto life was gave to me? +Why I do right when hollow tips on the chase for me? +How many times it done went in one ear out the other? +From your momma, your grandma, your auntie, and your brother +They try to tell you right, cause they know that you a hustla +They only tell you right, cause they love yaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +(Mama) I’m SorryI ain't never wrote no song sayin I'm sorry man but I'm sorry + +[Verse 1] +Now since birth I hurt ya I made you turn purple stole change from ya purse +Wouldn't shut my mouth in church but most of all I hurt u I curse you I talked back to +My mama that's why I went through drama look like I'm go be the man of the +House since my brother ain't bout jackin no nigga to put no mothafuckin +Food in this house mama I'm sorry but I ain't comin in tonight it's a draw up in +This soft and I'm the only one wit white I made the faculty look at her wrong +Probablay say that she could teach good at school but not at home man you got +Her wrong cause my mama taght me wrong from right I had the grades but my +Behavior it was outta sight one time I caught my mama cryin watchin guiding light +She prayin to God that he guide her baby boy right I spent my twelfth grade year under +Jail life mama she trippin hollin bout you livin trail life mama I'm sorry I was addicted +To them tv screens mama I'm sorry I'm addicted to promenthazine you say I'm flashy +But I love it when my whip be clean mama I'm sorry and I apologize on everything + +[Hook] +And Mama I'm sorry +For everything I put you through +Everything I did for you +I did it cause I'm sorry +When push come to shove she be always there +And Mama I'm sorry +For everything I put you through +Everything I did for you +I did it cause I'm sorry +When push come to shove she be always there +[Verse 2] +Right I'm hollin fuck everything +Fuck that syrup and mary-jane +Fuck them cigarettes I'm tired of gettin sick and shit +That ain't no killa shit wanna no what happen at a video you don't no what happen I'm +A let ya no I was dehydrated and a nigga couldn't make if you don't like it then fuck ya ho bleth over me +Rob over me +Curry over me +Hollin why +Heart beatin fast it's time to die my blood suga 565 can't take the shit up in my dick +Finna check myself up out this bitch gotta get well at home not here can't alone +My mama callin and she cryin boosie what's wrong you need some fluid in +Ya body boy ya no ya ain't strong when I come she real she still cooked a meal +Made sure I took my shots and ran my bath water hot + +[Hook] +And Mama I'm sorry +For everything I put you through +Everything I did for you +I did it cause I'm sorry +When push come to shove she be always there +And Mama I'm sorry +For everything I put you through +Everything I did for you +I did it cause I'm sorry +When push come to shove she be always there +[Verse 3] +Now I promoised her and he promised me get some stacks before you leave the +Streets yeah tell em yeah look like I got the beatsy meat but I'm sorry turk for the +Studio I was gone off pills and truly broke and you wasn't fellin a nigga and I got tired +Of that pussy nigga now mama called and she hurt to when I hurt them I hurt you I'm +Rappin and trappin I no you heard I got the work to don't go to church cause my grand +Pa picture lookin at me and everytime he lookin at me look like he ain't happy now I'm +Thinkin bout my daddy thought I saw him in the choir God please clear my eyes I +Broght the pain that's probably why a nigga diabetic that's why I gotta stick myself +To take my medicine (4 real) this for the struggle don't talk back to ya mother she +Carried ya 9 months mothafucka need to tell that ya + +[Hook] +And Mama I'm sorry +For everything I put you through +Everything I did for you +I did it cause I'm sorry +When push come to shove she be always there +And Mama I'm sorry +For everything I put you through +Everything I did for you +I did it cause I'm sorry +When push come to shove she be always there +When push come to shove she be always there +When push come to shove she be always there +When push come to shove she be always there +MAMA!... I'm sorry +Mama I'm sorry (sorry mama) +For everything I put you through +Everything I did for you +I did it cause I'm sorry +When push come to shove she be always there (she be always there there there)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Spoil You[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +Boosie Badazz, TIP, every woman wanna be spoiled + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +I know you got wants, I know you got needs +I know you got plans, and I know you got dreams +Know you got a man that you probably wanna leave +But tell me girl, do you know what rubber bands mean? +Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you +Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you +Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you +Girl let me spoil you, let me spoil you + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +New Celine purses, girl I know you're worth it +I'm the one you looking for, there's no need for you searching +For dudes who are worthless, you got a special person +But he ain't doing what he 'posed to do, spoil you +Just point to where you wanna go, tell me what you wanna do +Wanna get in school, I got hookups, all that LSU +Tell the truth, you tired of hitting them all, window shopping +Deep inside you really want somebody really got it +I really got it and I'm really tryna call you +Take you shopping, girl I'm really tryna spoil you +You too bad to not have bags and heels +I got a spoiling invitation, let me know what it is +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] + +[Verse 2: T.I.] +Wait a minute, hold it now +Whatcha doing ma +Chances I had plenty I know +Just give me uno mas +Never accept advice from people who ain't as cool as us +Got nothing to do with us, let's keep us between the two of us +Because, if they could switch with you they would +If hurting you benefited them, don't think they won't do it +Well screw it +Know you can't tell a nigga nothing +When they think someone is something and they turn out to be nothing +No matter how I try I go in and go off +She yellin, "fuck me harder", cum again in her mouth +From the car to the door, to the bed, to the couch +Tell her fuck that nigga take this dick +Girl this my pussy now + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] +You wanna get spoiled +Then I will make that happen +But its gon be other broads +I must admit it Im rapping +I turn a Micheal Khors watch to a Rollie right quick +This a golden opportunity you better not miss +Ace of Spades +We can drink like Kool-Aid, Lets do it +You need to listen to ya girl saying, "Just do it" +Im gon spoil you tight, call you like, "got a 1st class flight, come ball with me tonight" +But you gon have to come and give it all to me tonight +Diamonds all over you will make you shine bright +You got big dreams, then I can help you out fa'sho +It ain't what you do, but who you know +So let's go girl +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Warning Signs[Intro] +Boosie Badazz +Real shit + +[Verse 1] +Since I was a lil’ nigga, this dude was my homie +Cops on the corner, he the one who will warn me +Never showed the lead, but my momma say he phony +I’m giving her the look like “yeah right, that’s my homie” +Years past by made my money grew bigger +Now these niggas in your head “what they done to you, nigga?” +I’ll smack one of these niggas right in front of you, nigga +Thick or thin, life of sin, I stood up for you, nigga +I’m like “damn, this nigga tripping now” +Caught this nigga’s hand stealing out the pot +I’m like “damn dog, this nigga must forgot” +My nigga then, my nigga then if he got or not + +[Hook 1] +Momma always warned me of busters +She say they’ll get you killed or have you wearing orange colors +Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time +Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time, son +Momma always warned me of busters +She say they’ll get you killed or have you wearing orange colors +Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time +Put your faith in man, he will fail you every time, son +[Verse 2] +My momma always warned me ‘bout these niggas and these bitches +Told me plenty times how these niggas turn to snitches +Told me plenty times how these bitches want your riches +Game played, mistakes made, damn, I should’ve listened +Her words came cold, so I felt like she was tripping +She told me “you gon’ learn the hard way”, I’m reminiscing +Will I listen to what the lord say, fuck it, go and flip ‘em +She told me slow my role not one time, but like a million +She brought it out the light, what was in the dark? +Told me about Polk, I’m like OG’s don’t talk to you +Looking at that black and white paper in the dark +And this nigga just explained “I’ma kill her” with no heart + +[Hook 1] + +[Verse 3] +It’s like we can’t see it sometime, but momma be on it +We don’t want it to be true, we’re just enjoying the moment +We don’t really know who phony ‘til the phony go phony +And Momma words flash back when that phony your homie +Niggas talk behind computers, but they really don’t want it +“Shouldn’t have gave that nigga shit, son”, you’re right about that +Girl, we used to rock tough, live life like that +Old buster ass bitch couldn’t even write me back +[Hook 2] +Momma always warned me of busters +She say they’ll get you killed or have you wearing orange colors +Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time +Don’t put your faith in man, he will fail you every time, son +Momma always warned me of busters +She say they’ll get you killed or have you wearing orange colors +Momma always warned me of busters +Momma always warned me of busters + +[Verse 4] +Fuck it, this the fourth verse, this shit will make my heart hurt +When the nigga who you really love end your paperwork +I got some niggas gone who used to move my paperwork +Early morning up, going and getting it, moving major work +I’ve seen niggas gunsmoke their own brothers +I’ve seen niggas steal from their baby mothers +Nigga changed in the rain when you no longer ball +How you gon’ make niggas real who ain’t real at all? +Same nigga you’re at the mall doing your thing with +Snaking on the cool and he trying to get your main bitch +Buster ass nigga, you ain’t nothing I want to hang with or talk to +Look you gon’ stay from ‘round me and I’m gon’ stay from ‘round you +Buster ass niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big DogIf u ain't got shit on your vehicle and a pocket full of money wit a big ol' pistol u ain't no big dog nigga..If yo girl ain't got her hair fixed and all she do is gossip,the problem she ain't got no big dog that got her..If yo block ain't got dat fire and yo soldiers ain't gon ride, that mean they big dog jive..I got dat big dog 45 wit tha spinners and im stuntin, and when im outta town man im still gettin money. That's a boss. I payed a big dog cost, i got a big dog mouth. Bad Azz up in diamonds i barely could talk. I got a mink on ma back wit tha matchin hat.. nextell all black wit tha matchin gat. I got a big dog watch am ticky tock..blue diamonds in that bitch yeah play wit me nah..warner brothers tol me boosie i think ya ready right nah..well im a big dog on tha mic im a celebrity nah. You put dem camras on me wohdie u gon see a big dog..if u ain't know i been retarded way befo' i met yall..in tha mall i big ball wit big boy stacks..ten G's wortha throwbacks, give me tha whole rack..ma nigga bleek call me big dog cat. He in tha streets wit a pocket fulla satch how ima knock em' 4 that..we doin big dog things in a big dog way..we at tha superbowl watchin all tha big dog's play and ima big dog, a big dog..ima big dog, a big dog...i got a big dog team..we doin big dog things we rockin big dog jeans watching them big dogs scream and ima big dog,a big dog..ima big dog,a big dog..YEAAHHH i got a big dog click..we doin big dog shit..and ima big dog on tha mic wit this big dog spit..and ima big dog..i move lean like oscar myer, i more hot dog..i watch screens when im chillin on da block dog..i shot call,and i get all ma people 'cause look we all we got dawg fa real.. guchi look so sick wit tha matchin lights louis vuitton dahn wahn we gon ack tonight..i got dem dogs in the trunk and they trashin right..u can hear me 4 u see me thas that savage life.. keep ya chain hand low wit dem big ol rims..jeans fit so sick wit dem big ol 10's..ol lady go crazy but she down to ride, she smilin at a big dog wit a 2 on her side..fixin to hit 106 and chill on da couch..but i ain't commin by maself Free im brangin dat south..ceo den did it big and got a big dog house.. 7 rooms and a pool we fixin to set dis bitch off..and ima big dog, a big dog..ima big dog, a big dog..i got a big dog team we doing big dog things we rockin big dog jeans watchin dem big dogs scream. and ima big dog, a big dog..ima big dog, a big dog...YEEEAHHHH..i got a big dog click..we doin big dog shit..and ima big dog on dat mic wit tha big dog spit..and ima big dog..i ain't lyin..im fresh up out tha cleaners i ain't eva gotta iron..got some runners on ma team i ain't eva gotta grind 'cause big dogs they lay back and count stacks and shine! And i smoke i drank..i tote dat iron..but all these rappers out chea trynna still dat line..i got ma hat to tha back like a baseball playa..TRILL ENTERTAINMENT big dog and we takin it there..no belt rocka wear pants hand to ma legs..make it easy for dem skeezers who gon hit dat head..was happnin low legs.. i see u swervin and ackin..herd u kicked tha habbit now u really livin lavish..be on big dog planes..first class me mayne..sit me right on side ghost face and tha wu tang clan..thas how big dogs play..in 2 suits wit 2 freaks sippin alazaye, thas tha big dog way..and ima big dog, a big dog..ima big dog a big dog..i got a big dog team we we doin big dog things..rockin big dog jeans watchin dem big dogs scream..and ima big dog, a big dog.. ima big dog, a big dog..YEEEAHHH...i got a big dog click..we doin big dog shit..and ima big dog on tha mic wit tha big do spit..and ima.........EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Better Not Fight[Intro] +Y'all better not (Heeeeeeeeeyyyyyy) +Y'all better not ( +Y'all better not + +[Hook:] +Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch +Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2] + +[Lil Boosie:] +Ask Louisiana, (ask 'em) ask Mississipi (ask 'em) +Ask Little Rock nothin can fuck with me. (Little Rock) +Real talk you can even ask 50 (ask 50) +Betta' yet you can ask P.Diddy +Baltimore my city, I set it off +In Milwaukee I'm the governor nigga, they lovin' a nigga +I'm Duvall finest, I'm laced with diamonds +Been up in St. Louis all they do is bang Boosie +President in Carolina, both of 'em, hundred thousand on my wrist bitch, both arms +Louisiana ain't even gotta talk, (fa what?) in every town I'm the muthafuckin boss +Savannah Georgia I'm higher than anybody, rest in peace camoflauge nigga I got it +Got a style that just can't be faded, gotta smile drive bad bitches crazy + +[Hook:] +Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch +Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2] +[Lil Trill:] +We in that thing d-bo, hotta than a heato, walk a wrong way & getcha stung like a mosquito +Young nino, money like a casino, bossman in my city think I'm Al Pacino +Chea with the fightin tonight gettin ya chills on +We tryna party all night we ain't goin home +Trill fam yeah you know how we rock every city we hit we got the town on lock +All or nothin' yeah that's just how we comin' +Tell ya boy to stand down we come in a whole hundid' (Think we ain't?) +You can buck, you can dance, you can wyle out +Get outta line & we gon' make ya file out + +[Hook:] +Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch +Ya'll betta' not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2] + +[Webbie:] +Whatchu mean bruh? Awh mane bruh +I'm in this thang and that's the only thing I came for. Mugged up, I got my people with me +The whole trill fam, and we don't give a damn +Bout what they talkin bout. spillin liquor put us out +Point one of em out, I'll punch em in the mouth +Full of drugs, feelin good +I dare ya for to look at me. fuck with me, what nigga? +Knock ya out & then kick ya apart, stomp the shit up outta bitch & take that shit to the car +Put that tool up on ya homie right in front of ya boy +Murda, first degree, I'm ready ta catch me a charge. whaaat! +[Hook:] +Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch +Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2] + +[Foxx:] +Don't get to fightin my niggas might get to shootin +I got fifty niggas with me, 49 of em bootin +I'm on all kinda drugs I don't know which way to go +Left my mind at the house +Left my cigar at the store +Left my weed in the car +Left my henny at the bar +Left my rubber on yo bed +Left yo woman in the dark +Tell tha dj run it back, yeah we on the hundid pack +Got somebody babymama kissin where my stomach at +Betta cool yo lil nachos, actin like you macho +Hitcha with that 40 knock the meat up out ya taco +I don't even drank but got this giant goose bottle +You can keep the ratchets cause I'm leavin' with a model! + +[Hook:] +Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch +Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Know They Gone Miss Me[Intro] +We all got to die +You got to understand that, son +We all got to die +Look + +[Verse 1] +What if I died today? +Couldn’t go home, tell my kids how much I love ‘em +Ooh, they would cry for days +If I couldn’t go home, kiss and hug my mother +And tell her goodbye T lady (I’ll be right back, ma) +What if my daughter needed a hug but I couldn’t hug her +‘Cause a nigga made her cry for days +No smiley face, but I’m gone +When I’m gone, they’ll take my shine away (what they gon’ say about me in the news?) +Never mention my good deeds, probably lie +‘Cause they couldn’t say them lies to my face +I know my uncles gon’ miss me, yay yay +My auntie gon’ kiss me, everyday +I’ll never be history ‘cause the legend has been made +When I’m gone, it gon’ be a sad day, for my family, a bad day +When I’m gone, rewind this song and press play +‘Cause I know they gone miss me + +[Hook] +I know, I know, I know, they gone miss me, yay (my momma) +I know they gone miss me (my kids) +I know they gone miss me, yay +I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know they gone miss me, yay (all my fans) +I know they gone miss me +I know they gone miss me, yay +[Verse 2] +Even when I’m gone away (when I’m gone away) +Probably say I’m on the same level as Pac +Now that’s some strong words to say (for real though) +I’m talking fans who been my fans since they was virgins +They gon’ cry tears for Boosie Boo, that’s for certain +I know some real niggas who gon’ have to grab a napkin +Nothing but bad bitches at my funeral +They gon’ miss my heart, that’s beautiful, something you don’t know +Now I’m watching from the sky as my niece cry +When losing me, it’s hard to say that he at peace now (damn) +Look how my daughters crying (damn) +My son shedding real tears for a real pops +Got me all on t-shirts, walls in the project +The pain my family feel deeper than an old soul +And man, my niggas gonna miss their boss +I gone, now that’s seven kids with three and a half hearts who miss me +Talk that shit, but I know one thing + +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Wit Ya[Verse 1] +Turn me up thug nigga, turn me up +You know I’m bout to thug with ya +You’re probably sitting in your Caddy or your Caprice right now +Your head smoking +Just lost on the dice, bitch keep calling your phone, you don’t want to talk +Don’t worry nigga, you gon see better days coming +Fitted head to toe, with them new Js on, stunting +I know today a day that you never seen coming +Your nigga got his time, his mama calling, you’re crying +Let me thug with you, I know that feeling +Block ain’t even bumping +Can’t stay out the rear view, you got bitch worries +Niggas at your head, you’re paranoid +Everywhere they go, they staring hard + +[Hook] +I’m wit you, I’m wit you, I’m wit you +I be that nigga on your side when your well runs dry +Boosie wit you, I’m with you, I’m with you +I be that nigga who pull up when you go on E +Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling +Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling +Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling +I-I know that feeling, nigga I’m wit you +I know, I-I know +Know that feeling, I know that feeling +Nigga I’m +[Verse 2] +Lights off, cold water +Mama getting stares from her son and her daughter +Saw the slot machine and couldn’t stop putting in quarters +Kids blame mama cause they never had a father +Let me thug wit you, I know the game +Know how to make mistakes you can’t explain +This for that teenager who fourteen but pussy hot +Got gonorrhea now she too scared to go see the doctor +[?] That'll slow her down, you probably listening to me now +I’m going through some real shit +Granny in the hospital and she real sick +Attitude with everybody being a real bitch +Cause losing your daddy you ain’t ready to deal with + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +When it all falls down, I know that feeling +When it ain’t too many left to call, I know that feeling +When your dog turn small, same law +And hatred from these racists ring loud +I done witnessed this shit like an old time movie, no question +Part of my life was like an old time Western +Now let me thug with you baby, I know how it be +Can you pass a couple stacks cause you love to be clean +Niggas stealing out the pot, now you watching your team +People talking down on you, and they knocking your dream +Hustling till the sun rise, on the block with the fiends +Strapped tight, I understand, you remind me of me +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Webbie I RememberI remember we was wilin' +Off of half a x pill, this was way before tha Molly +Everybody got a rocket +Tryin' to prove like a motherfucker, try me I'll pop it (I've stopped) +Webbie on the Henny fucked up +This was when I was skinny and fucked up +Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up +Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up +You remember that December when they ran with the money +Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money +Went to war had a lot of niggas running +Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming +Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach +I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma +Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma +And say "I love you momma" +We was young and fucked up in the head +Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread +Had a little money, but we living in the red +Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it +Remember we first got a deal, nigga +And you dropped "bad bitch" gave me "that shit is real nigga?" +I was still in the field with 'em +You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap +I was walking through the mob with a strap +10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet +Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack +Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap +Remember when I told you I was going to the can +You like man, my man, you going to the can +I felt in your hug, in your hands +Told you I'll be back in a minute +Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary +And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating +Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy +We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating +Well I told 'em, I remember +Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga +Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas +You had twins, they was beautiful as ever +"Be a dad," what I told you in the letter +I remain the same, how I ended in the end +I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink +Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing +Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon +Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves +Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb +In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve +Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb +Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls +Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl +Never went to Church, man 'cause Saturday was turnt +Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt +We thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt +When we was kids, we just wanted our turn +In the hospital, me and you don't learn +'stead we asking God, give us one more turn +I remember, WebbieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Chill Out[Intro: Lil Boosie] +Lil Boosie Bad Azz +A lot of these niggas ain't ready to be no gangsta +So my word of advice to y'all niggas, chill out + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Nobody hate me cause they love me +They know I'm thuggin' I ain't backin' down from nothin' I ain't stuntin (patna) +I'm from a real street with real heat called G street +Cross the track we 50 deep how them thugs creep +Bein' niggas from fat, skinny, ta thin niggas chill out for you be up in that jail house +Mama's ain't bring us up to be no gangstas, The hood got us all with anger hood got us all in danger +Niggas throwed on every corner bottle after bottle, another kidney gettin' weak, from every swallow +Thought he was gone kill one when he bust that choppa +He let it off and killed wohty, and all his patnas +Now he locked up in a 6 man cell (Gettin fucked) +When he touch down he a straight up gal +Wanna be a husle ain't even got no street sense +You don't deserve it anyway +Ain't from that dirty anyway + +[Hook: Lil Boosie x2] +It's too late to be the dope man (chill out) +Hoes love you till you broke man (chill out) +Watch ya friends real close man (chill out) +They give you life up in court Lil nigga chill out +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +You wanna life sentence? (think about it) +You wanna get put on lockdown were you can't write niggas? +You wanna get threw on that wrong line to fight niggas? +If you wanna be a rapper you gotta be dedicated (see mee) +Nigga couldn't tell Boosie shit that's how Lil Boosie made it Nigguhhh chill out, take that grill out yo mouth +Go and sell it fo 300 go get a half a oz (haaha) +Money talk, bullshit walk a thousand milles +Ho's go say they love a nigga but they love the shinee +So many niggas want my shine so I keep a 9 +If I'm stressin I need purple 2 ease my mind +You don't know 'bout taken losses you don't know 'bout throwin' crosses +You got yo gold in yo mouth and got yo pistol now +Ain't nobody done ya nothin' but, you a killa now + +[Hook: x2] + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +You ain't tired nigga? You can't see that yo momma eyes ain't dried yet? (look at 'em) +You get caught on that ride you gone be quiet (G code!) +You got that pistol you ready for that fire play where ya mind at? +You got screws in ya head you ain't retarded in a retarded way +But I guess you thuggin so you better be 'bout that pistol play donkey chill out +Eva since he been out laughin' lookin' happy his Lil cause takin' ova the south but all the boys already thuggin + +I'm mister 106, can't fuck with no b! tch tryna chill my ass out +Lil Boosie on that other shit shoulda told glen 2 chill out and slow his roll +But I told him to go get laptops and 44′s forgive me God +My heart was cold real gangstas don't see 25 what I was told +[Hook: x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m MadChorus:) +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... + +Knock knock im in dis bitch let me get sum act rite. Who it is at da do, bitch dis baby tracklight. Dey criticize me talk about me like sum f**kin hoes, dey f**k mah name up with promos say i dont cum 2 shows...but u got me f**ked up so im bucked up and +F**ked up...so i wrote this song fa bitch made niggas...still got all switchblade nigga..he gon die from diabeties thats wat dey said the way he livin he gon end up like his f**kin dad..dey say my attitude rude i need sum a-d-d so dey put on medication +Told mama to pray for me i wonder wat make 'em hate on me my heart made of gold but now i'm pissed off ready to cut dey dick off stick it up in dey bitch mouth and suck it oh yeah im thuggin strappin up in da projects got me ain't scared of nothing keep m +Y name up out yo mouth and be careful lil nigga or da f**kin ambulance gon have to help u lil nigga man im tired of this childish shit gon get into sum ridah shit everytime i see u im gon hit u with that problem bitch. F**k it nigga bring the blues really +Ain't got nuthin to loose keep my name up out yo mouth and nigga i ain't gon f**k wit u bitch! + +(chorus:) (2x) +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... + +My sugar up im heated now ready to get even now i dont talk no shit i talk my shit where desert eagle now i dont hold back shit yea they stole bad bitch.. Everbody holla gutta nigga know thats hatch's shit.. My baby mama she gotta go she leave my son wit anybody.she want be needer so bad but she give u that face and that big ass..my teachers talk about me bad everytime i cut dey class now i f**k dey daughters in dey ass 'cause dey made me mad...all my friends who turned on me, dey like boosie u wanna get high + +I dont burn homie even talk about donkey all da time i heard yo 'causein got life plus 99 how he get out 'cause he shot at all da time.. Damn near had me crown dey say i ratted on yo, but his own blood ratted on 'em put that in yo notes but i kept it real wit his ass,when we start makin dat cash,when it went down, he changed thats why im mad..nigga thats why im mad.. + +(chorus:) (2x) +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im +Mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... + +Dey killed my dog and its hurtin me(owh)got me back on purpleleaf. F**k my head up mo 'cause i seen 'em lay down on da murder scene now im mad as a bitch sad as a bitch. Ready to get in some savage shit gotta be cool can't be no fool gotta plan this shit and damage it..police dey nosey, dey askin how much bread i make, askin bout my watch and bracelets deep inside they playerhate.. Now im mad at da world cursin' out everybody sumtimes i take it out on my girl but im sorry..and im thinkin bout my father and i +Got so much rage and i kno that he gon rise up out that muthaf**kin' grave u ain't heard..dey banned that 50 movie, get rich or die tryin..but sylveste stalloe, arnold swartzinager and killed all the time..but he black so its different, its a fact its racism..plus im mad wit bush decision what he gon do about terrorism..need to send sum nuclear bombs..'cause one day it ain't gon cum..dey hittin them big cities im glad im from whereim from.....but im mad! + +(chorus:) (2x) +Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im +Mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad... +Im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, bitch u dun made me mad... Nigga!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fresh Cut (They Be on a Nigga)B(B)-O(O)-S(S)-I(I)-E(E) Thats Me + +[Chorus] +Fresh Cut Shined Up Gold, (Shine Em Up) +Throw Backs And Girbauds (I Got Them Bauds) +New Whips On 24's (Deuce 4's) +And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah) + +They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga [X4] + +[Verse 1] +Look Just Got My Hair Cut, Just Put My Rims on +Just Got My Throw Back Out The Closet (Ooooo) That Jim Brown +I Got Promethazine I Got Some Crispy Jeans +And On My Feet I Got Some Reeboks Straight From New Orleans +Pc chain Hang, 4 12's Bang +A Bad Bitch Up On My Side And She Givin Brain +I Went To Exxon Got Filled Up I'm real buff, On Top Of That I'm Grilled Up +Hoes Hollin Out The Window, Boosie Pass Me That Indo +I Told Her Slow Down Lil Mama Look Cause We Ain't Kinfolk +They Be On A Nigga, Yeah They Want A Nigga +They Gone Take Lil Boosie Home And Act A Donkey Wit Em +Show Me That Thong And It's On +Give Me That Head And Get Bread +I Like Em Black Caramel And Red Look +And Mr Officer Mr Officer Would You Please Get These Dog Hoes Off Of Us +[Chorus] +Fresh Cut Shined Up Gold, (Shine Em Up) +Throw Backs And Girbauds (I Got Them Bauds) +New Whips On 24's (Deuce 4's) +And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +You Betta Keep Yo Girl Inside, Cause Girls Fuckin Niggas Drive 745 +Girls Love Niggas Drive 745,And Ya Right And Ya Hustle And Ya Know Ya Finna Bubble +I Know I'm Bout That Trouble Nigga So I Don't Trip +I Got Shoes On My Whip And They Walkin Like The Crips +Hair Cut Like Steve Harvey Blow Weed Like Bob Marley +Imma Business Man Ask My Brother Takari +I Got A Closet Full Of Gear I Got a mall at My House +I Got Yo Rent Note and Yo Car Note All Up In My Mouth +I Be In Thighs Be In Jeans And 112 Up In The A +With A Fine Thick Yella And I Call Her Cup Cake +I'm A Gangsta ',Don't You Think +Just Cause Boosie Wearin' Pink I Won't Come From Under This Mink And Leave You Leakin Like Ink Nigga +Back To The Topic Niggas Now How I'm Rockin +Keep Yo Girl At Home Fa Lil Bosie Become Yo Problem +Friday Got On My Glasses Saturday Got On My Classics +Holidays Ain't Got On No Shirt I'm Straight Actin +Friday Got On My Glasses Saturday Got On My Classics +Holidays Ain't Got On No Shirt I'm Straight Actin +[Chorus] +Fresh Cut Shined Up Gold, (Shine Em Up) +Throw Backs And Girbauds (I Got Them Bauds) +New Whips On 24's (Deuce 4's) +And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah) + +[Verse 3] +I Must Be The Greatest Cause I'm Loved By The Ladies +Throw Back From 80's Got These Girls Gone Crazy +Look Here Lift Up That Shirt And Let Me See Somethin +Huh Bruh, She Lookin Like She Wanna Freak Somethin +I'm On The Yard Trien To Snatch Me A Nerd +Got They Eyes Like Smokey As I'm Turnin The Curb +Cause They Don't Like Me, They Wanna Fight Me +Cause I Wear Mitchell & Ness And They Wear White Tees Get Ya Money Up +Thats Wat Make The Honeys Come If Ya Broke All The Time Man Ain't No Girls Gone Wanna Fuck +I'm The Sickest And Yeah we online +Girls Sendin Naked Pictures Of They Fuckin Behind +On my car I got blinds And I'm Thuggin Them Hoes +My Bracelet, Watch, Chain And My Ring Rose Gold +You Can Catch Me pourin 4's In Da Club Wit My Woes +Hoes Pullin On A Nigga Like He Kobe Damn + +[Chorus] +Fresh Cut Shined Up Gold, (Shine Em Up) +Throw Backs And Girbauds (I Got Them Bauds) +New Whips On 24's (Deuce 4's) +And I'm About To Hop On Them Hoes (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Feel Ya[Verse 1] +Phone call from a real nigga +I was locked up with +First time since we talked and I been out six +Told me how much he missed me, told me bout his bitch +Say his girl ran off, and his lawyer playing games +Dude was gone sign the affidavit, but his feelings starting to change, man +His commissary low, he back in the hole +Found some coke up in the dome, he ain’t wanna rat so he rolled +Plus his mama sick, cancer in her body +He say he starting to feel like I don’t answer for nobody, damn +I popped him off, real tight, real nigga +In Angola on that river fighting for his life, I feel ya + +[Hook] +If don’t nobody understand you, I feel you +If don’t nobody understand what you’re going through, I feel ya +And everybody running away, nobody picking up their number today +I feel ya +I feel ya + +[Verse 2] +Come up in the hood, family full of wrong +Before you know you getting it on, pocket full of stones +You either go to school for years and chase hopes +Or help your mama pay the bills and sell coke, I feel ya nigga +Fly dude, I see why you got a pistol nigga +He crossed you, I see why he ain’t your nigga, nigga +You fell off, you was sniffing that pack +Checked yourself in rehab, I feel ya nigga, shake back +Don’t really want an old lady but you need support +Either or you break her heart, that’s just a nigga +All the girls who ain’t married, I feel ya +But put your hands up, all my “I do” niggas, I feel ya +[Hook 2] +Tired of having nothing, do what you got to do, I feel ya +Don��t want to be normal, you want to be a who’s who, I feel ya +Feel like you got the one, you’re ready to say “I do”, I feel ya +You just like having fun and think marriage ain’t for you, I feel yaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Say Round[Hook] +Say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Say say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Say say say say + +[Verse 1: Big Head] +Due to the situation politics and codes +Let the hoes move the loads, and watch y'all roads +Man the jokes and shit old and you real important +So no talkin' 'bout the murders money launder extortion +The feds they in the area they watchin' my home +Just waitin' on us to slip and get loose on the phone +Say Webbie I know that fetti got you with a fat belly +But your thinkin' cap gotta stay on and stay ready +The game ain't the same, I'm bobbin' and weavin' +Please explain why this snitch still breathin? +Say Boosie you know better than to fuck with that nigga +He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller +We professionals now, young entrepreneurs +So you know them fuck feds out to do us +Conspiracy a motherfucka my nigga so walk light +And talk right cause one indictment get ya 20 to life +[Hook] +Say say say say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Say say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Say say say say + +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +Hello hello hello hello +Say Big Head I gotta hitcha right back (One) +They got trackers on my Beamer and my Nextel tapped (My shit tapped!) +We got that syrup and that work man who tellin' that? +Switch that purple up to that orange now they sippin' that +Echos on my phone like a parrot on my fuckin' shoulder +Want somethin it's face to face, try somethin' it's K to K (booya!) +The white Jeep cross the street, that's them fuckin' Feds (That's the feds!) +"How you know?" Cause when I look at him he duck his head! +They want Ivyanna Tarlaysia and Tootie all scared +My family fuck around and lose me it's gon' be welfare +So lil' daddy I'mma hit you up later +They ride with LSU shirts on in a blue Navigator +They know I'm after this paper, so they after my ass +30 G's up in the airport, they call in the task +They say "You love to ride wit no legs" No I love to get head +"You gon' be dead just like Ivy" Fuck you Feds! Bitch! +[Hook] +Say say say say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Say say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Say say say say + +[Verse 3: Webbie] +Say Savage you got work? Yeah white as your T-Shirt playa +Well I been hittin' ya phone all I'm gettin' is the voicemail +I got another number cat, you undercover rat +Playin' like that have a nigga doin' a hunnid flat +I'm constantly stackin' because I wanna live lavish mane +I'm good with this white because I know life's about havin' things +I got two bad bitches that handle business for Savage mane +They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim +Straight to the boulevard I work it and work it hard +Robbers and murderers I serve 'em straight through the burglar bars +I fuck with them Trill boys don't fuck with nobody else +Cause I know I'mma take my charge and I ain't gon' tell on myself +Ho niggas come to my door for the scope but ain't nothin' happenin' +Cause niggas a rat on ya up in court and don't even care +I'm the lil' nigga that'll make a hundred bricks dissapear +A motherfuckin' gangsta, hol' up +Hello? +[Hook] +Say say say say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Say say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? + +[Verse 4: Foxx] +I can't talk now this ain't the time or the place +The block hot like grits, ain't tryna catch a case +My nigga just got ten in a for real way +And them bitches know who I am cause what my grill say +So meet me at the spot and we can run it face to face +You see this Cingular gon' have a nigga upstate +And if I'm upstate how the fuck I'mma make cake +Oh you ain't hung up yet you must be workin' for them snakes +You know every hood got snitches, bumpin' gums like bitches +So they won't have to live behind them fences +Sleepin' on hard bunks, pumpin' iron on them benches +Niggas tryin' to get with ya you gone hook or get ya issue +But keep it brief, them laws never go to sleep +If you want them M&M's meet me on ya momma street +Don't forget to keep your eyes open +That cable ain't hookin' nothin' up but cameras and they scopin' + +[Hook] +Say say say say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Say say round, lemme hitcha right back +It's hot right now the feds got my phone tapped +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Can ya hear me now? +Say say say1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck You Too[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +I know u hollin fuck me.Well itz fuck you too +And that instagatin nigga im gon touch you too +Itz just a matter of time for I start dumping ma nine +Fuckin wit da wrong nigga u must don ma dine +Fuck it +Hop in da bucket lets go find these niggas +Shoot out shots for their head tryna blind these niggas +Don't let me catch you on that innerstate +Then it's late +Im gone see how many bullets yo Rental take +You fucking with a young thug nigga who is savage with this +And Im gon down slug nigga so we packin yo shit +Plus a magnum wit shit +Cause im a fool,im gone catch you on da corner introduce you to ma tool +I pay ma due so boy am finna let chu kno +Messin with the wrong clip when you fucking with the 4 +Fa sho +So it's war time partner is u ready for that I +Should of robed you but im waitin on yo feddy 2 stack + +[Hook: x4] +If its fuck me nigga then it's fuck u too +Fuck your mamy +Fuck your daddy +N fuck your crew +That's true +[Verse 2:] +U don't even know how bad I wanna bust you up +Please come across that track so I could fuck you up +You with all that mouthin off u done got me red hot +Might as well take your vest off cause im shootin head shots +Front them hoes cause u let your nuts hang +But my fo fo gone let your fuckin guts hang +Bitch, u wanna euricate long if u play with me wrong +I don't give a fuck about your momma baby bein gone +It's on motherfucker I ain't slippin +Stay rolling through your hood with ma nine and the clippin +Them niggas that be bucking with u they gone get it too +If I catch them niggas first then they gone get this shit for you +That's true +Plus im sicka then u +I got mo bitches then u +And I could buy a murder charge since my digits done grew +And lil boosie shit he ain't scared of shit +And I'm gone duck tape your momma n shoot off ya daddy dick mutha fucka! + +[Hook: x4]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Life That I Dreamed Of[Hook] +This the life that I dreamed of +Money, cars, respect, a whole lot of success +This the life that I dreamed of +Cause where I’m from we dreamers, we dreamers + +[Verse 1] +When we was 14 we used to dream on the corner +If we had millions when we got high off marijuana +Son was swimming from grinding daily on the corner +Now it’s VIP treatment from sexy ladies in the sauna +Remember my uncle asked me what you wanna be +I told him wait, closed my eyes, and I dreamed me +Mink coats in my closet what I always wanted +Fore I had it, seen it coming so I always stunted +And my cousin had to keep me always blunted +Cause with a sober mind those dreams I had wasn’t nothing +Now my pockets all hundreds, credit cards with no limit on it +Want it, I get it +Living like the old no limit homie +[?] the night, I told the block I would have millions +Everybody bust out laughing like old dreaming ass nigga +Now times changed, house shoes, backyard Olympic pool +Fine cars when I ride + +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +When I was a teen, wanted respect like baby joseph +Now it take fools to try me, because they already know +So this what I wanted, being the one not to be fucked with +Make niggas second guess when they tryna come with fuck shit +Clear water, white sand, man I always dreamed luxury +Different from my niggas man, who only dreamed Biloxi +Award shows with dreams and I get em in due time +Pussys come a dime a dozen and I ain’t got to say a line +Private test, designer clothes, man this everything I dreamed +Famous names, buku kids, this everything I seen +Having a team with everybody clean is what I dreamed +But I dreamed betrayal, and betrayal came to me +Persian rugs in my home, flat screens up in my bathroom +Talking parrots in my kitchen saying “Hi Boosie Boo” +Used to play Bingo, them same cards I played Bingo with +I buy them cars three at a time with the matching outfit + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +I used to dream bout buying mama something way back +So I bought her a Benz with the seats laid back +I remember Lil Glenn sat me down told me his dreams +Now Lil Glenn dead, Russian roulette at 17 +Lil Bleek gone, his dream of being a CEO with me +He wanted to meet Jay Z, this is when we was both broke niggas +Head had rap dreams, and now my dog a dope fiend +Guess his rap dreams left when them crackers [?] +I used to chill with [?] to dream like that +Bout freedom, and leaving the states and never looking back +We both got fucked over, this is why we click clack +He used to be a marine, now he got numbers on his back +Big bank accounts I dream that, now it’s reality +The ones who laughed at me was satisfied they had happy feet +Now I ride G5s and party on yachts +Got stocks and bonds, trust funds for four lil girls +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No MercyIntro: +My Ghetto Retarded(x3) +Dumb Way(x4) +Off that dumb shit(dumb shit) with my ghetto +No Mercy, nigga no mercy(x1) +"Imma never say die", that's what my OG told me(Believe that southside city, nigga) + +Hook: +"Ho's lie, nigga's die", thats what my OG told me +My ghetto(my ghetto), if you make it to see 25, nigga you a OG + +Verse 1: +Nigga woke up in the morn, don't know if they died +Don't know who they friend +Can't even trust they kin +Fuck it! Fake it! Til' ya make it +Keep it all the same +Don't even show ya stash spot, to ya old lady +Watch these niggas eyes +These niggas strapped, unda them cow hides +These niggas, clapping in dat southside +If ya hit 25, then ya lucky +Most nigga's get killed, when ya real like Bucky! +All that buckin gets ya head bust +Passed down a nigga block, and done messed up! +You outta Here! +Bottem board to fullest man +I'm hollin "What it do Southside?", baby I got love for that due +Breakdown: +You got the hustlas, the niggas bought the big bread +Ya got the bustas, ya got the feds and the cookheads you got the skeezas +The iphones and tha beepers ya got ya people +But is yo people yo people thats who it evil nigga + +Hook:(x4) + +[Verse 2:] Might die oh the dark way +I get done with the A.K +Southside make these niggas scream "MAYDAY! MAYDAY!" +Rest in peace to all my G's from the bottom to the top +But I put Ivy on tha top ghetto superstar + +[Breakdown:] +Niggas on they broad, niggas on these bars +Recession in tha streets nigga's back to stealin cars +O.G. told me how this "shit would unfold if I eva got tha money and tha cars and clothes." +These niggas hoes just like hoes + +[Verse 2 cont'd:] +Alot of niggas in mah ghetto need to be exposed +We always on the news "someone lay down" (stay down!) +Dis year man we killed more than Brookstown! +Chopper rounds goin off in mah territory +We the ones started! Call this shit retarted! +Get ya mind right +The O.G.s the B.G.s the bottom the top; you got the boulevard but I'm across the track die hard +Verse 2: +Let's get back to the south shit +Where you from? how you come? +Hope you dumb cause we dumb cock that back shoot through ya lung +Dude don't make me twist ya toungue "tick tick tick tick tick tick", like a nigga playin drum +Big drum, choppa drum +We ain't playin son +Kill you and ya nigga thas a And 1, Straight up +I know some boulevard die hard niggas who brought they business +Some uptown gorillas, some bottomboard killas! +Southside head honcho Ivy left it to me so ima always be return to +Niggas be dead with no insurance, life it ain't a game (Fuck That!) +Lets get it nigga yo life for my chain +They wanna investigate the murder +Crack rock is the perk old people peepin out tha window like turtles +No mercy in my neighborhood niggas play for keeps +Whole families die when a nigga play wit me bitch + +Hook/OutroEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wake Up[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +Say thug, I know that you gotta do what you gotta do, but uh +What you doing, it ain't gonna last bro +No matter how big it get, it ain't gonna last +It'll turn out bad bro, so I advice you +Wake up + +[Atlanta Radio interview segment: Pimp C] +These kids out here listening to us and looking up to all us +'cause a lot of them don't have no father speak in their house and hear them records you get on, you lying about the dope, talking about squares. [?], mane, 'cause if you gon' talk about the squares and talk about the drug game, you need to talk about the bad side of the drug game too. What about when you get busted and you go to jail? What about when your momma and your wife and your kids is crying 'cause, 'cause they get harmed when you in a prison in a cell. Everybody talking 'bout how many cars and how many jewels they gon' buy, and when they having squares coming out. You know what I'm talkin' about? But [?] to talk about the other side of it. So if you gon' talk about that, you have to talk about both sides. 'Cause way we start is the way we gon' finish + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +You might be making fetty, flexin', now just selling coke +But all that flexin' gone get messy when you go to court (for dope) +Your friends gone tear, them same friends they gone fuck your hoe +Her brother, boyfriend you fronted, he gone get your dope +The feds in town you witness, plenty niggas snitching +Should have stayed in school, fool, but you won't be a menace +60 years your sentence, in Feds you do like 50 +Plus in your mister ballin', them haters with your niggas +You distributed well, hung with all the stars +Now they done took your crib, repo'ed all your cars +Sentenced all your boys, locked your momma up +Now you gon' turn rat, or leave your momma stuck +[?], wake up +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +Wake up (12x) (Young nigga wake up) +Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke) +Wake up (9x) (Dope dealer wake up) +Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke) + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Pop the niggas, stop the niggas, got a reputation +His brother came back 7 years later, for his dedication +Now that's three sons who got no father and got a crazy momma +Prescription pills became the lover of his baby momma +Niggas talking square, just to make songs about them +You gon' get busted, you think you are not? Then you're wrong about it (real shit) +Wake up in that cell, without a piece of metal +This shit is sloppy, we eating for real, ain't no piece of that +These niggas talking all night, it ain't no sleeping in +Your mind ain't strong, your ass is gone, they got some freaks in there +I did time with a real nigga in a chain gang +His bloods ain't send him nothing, now he's no longer on a gang bang + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +Wake up (12x) (Young nigga wake up) +Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke) +Wake up (9x) (Dope dealer wake up) +Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke) +[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] +He likes them young and dumb, sexy, pretty and full of 'con +Bitch scream rape, you know why? She wants to be number one +Now left feeling older, for freedom he tweaking out +No more cut talk on them things, no more easy tongue +You can feed your round, but really you don't need your round +In the end, that's one more mouth that can bring you down, that's sinking Titanic +You think that bitch gon' wait on you, you go to prison? +Same nigga she say she loves, she will forget 'em +I'mma live and witness +Posting you on her page, she wants your followers +For the million followers, she'll swallow you, this is real shit +Your fall partner turned pussy, and be a real bitch +Point you out and call like you're the enemy + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +Wake up (12x) (Young nigga wake up) +Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke) +Wake up (9x) (Dope dealer wake up) +Wake up (9x) (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bad BitchCory fuckin brink +I fuck bad bitches in tha sink +Fuck dat nigga meris + +[Lil Webbie] - Verse 1 +CORY FUCKIN BRINK + +[Hook] +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) + +[Lil Webbie] - Verse 2 +Now see I can impress a bad bitch the girl gon smile +Caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild +I'll feed it and treat it like that's my child +Then freak it up and beat it up and that's my style +You get alot of head when your bread in piles +Cuz I'm on right now and I'm saying that loud +A trifling ass bitch make the big dog growl +A bad ass bitch make the big dog proud +Which one is the baddest +That's the one I'm having +The with no kids or just one baby daddy +And she ain't hard-headed +Can listen and respect it +And you ain't a bad bitch if you got bad credit +A thong and press-ons and know how to cook neckbones +I want the MVP with that throwback dress on +Don't like to get dirty and don't mind working +And she don't mind giving me some mouth and lip service +[Hook] +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) + +Now make yourself seen +Cuz you a bad bitch +Girl you a bad bitch +Yeah you a bad bitch + +Now show your ass off +Cuz you a bad bitch +Girl you a bad bitch +Yeah you a bad bitch + +[Lil Webbie] - Verse 3 +Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy ass tattoos +Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes +She a damn a fool got a crib she'll let me camp +Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps +I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man +Own damn house flossed out big screen man +I bring the whole hundred shit what you gon do for me man +Look at her own income she a beast man +Bad bitches holla business first then streets man +She ain't crying over no nigga she ain't weak man +The kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his feet man +[Hook - Repeat 2X] +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) +Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch) + +Come here fa sho +Trill Entertainment nigga +I'm Webbie nigga +My name ain't Weebie ya heard me +Get it right +Mouse on the track +2004 this my year right chea +I'm out this bitch +I need a bad bitch +That's a bad bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mercy on My Soul[Intro: Akelee] +Have mercy on my soul, shine on + +[Hook: Akelee] +Have have mercy, have have mercy +On my soul, shine on me +Lord shine on + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +First off I wanna apologize +Every time I made my momma cry +Leaving these pussy ass niggas traumatized +All the bad names I called ya when Lil Bleek and Lil Ivy died +Blessed me over and over again +The more he blessed me the more I would sin +Guess I was moving too fast in the wind +Got tied and pulled my ass in the pin +Now I'm looking at the past, thinking 'bout the future +Glad I got another chance, see ya feeling's mutual +Protect me in the streets when the times got crucial +When niggas slung iron, you made me blind to the shooters +And now I'm all alone and I'm calling on you daily +Asking for forgiveness and I'm asking you to save me +Protect my T-lady, don't stress my old lady +And you and I know how much I love my seven babies (alright I'm sorry) +[Hook: Akelee] +Have have mercy, have have mercy +On my soul, shine on me +Lord shine on + +[Verse 2: Jeezy] +Thinking 'bout them nights that my momma cried +Only son since my only brother died +Surgery on surgery, I can feel the pain +Have mercy on the Lord, please don't let her hurt again +God you blessed my auntie Brenda be the living proof +Had a tumor in the brain size of a grapefruit +It's for them ghetto saviors that's living major +Now they missing like the flight 370 to Malaysia +We was skinning and grinning, thought we was winning +Heard it's hot in hell so I'm packing linen +And lately my conscience be shaking me, waking me right up out my sleep +Keeping it 100 I ain't sleep in 'bout a week, hey look +Gotta do it for my little cousin, Chastity +See her boyfriend took her life +When I think about the daughter that she left behind +Pardon me, can't let you see a gangsta cry, Lord have mercy + +[Hook: Akelee] +Have have mercy, have have mercy +On my soul, shine on me +Lord shine on +[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] +I was lost in a world-wind, now I'm sorry +Five different baby mama's coulda been on Maury +Staying up all night, smoking purp for hours +Can't even get my ass off to church a couple hours +Beefing with the enemy, teaching my son wrong things +In and out the hospital on that strong lean +Looking at the phone ring knowing it's my auntie +Knowing that she tryna pray for me, but I don't accept it +Now I'm selfish, not to others but myself +'Cause I'm feeling like nobody know my struggle, just my wealth +But that was then and this is now and since you gave me another chance +God man I promise I'mma make ya proud +A lotta times I screamed to ya, felt like you ain't hear me +You ain't heard me cause I wasn't worthy, sins dirty dirty +Thugs cry, no lie had to hit my knees +Like please please, have mercy on me + +[Hook: Akelee] +Have have mercy, have have mercy +On my soul, shine on me +Lord shine on +Have have mercy, have have mercy +Have mercy on my soul9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Show Em[Intro: K CAMP] +Camp! K CAMP +Lately, I've been gettin' money +(Big Fruit) + +[Hook: K CAMP] +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel +Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real +Show 'em you real, (4x) +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Lately, I've been gettin' a whole, a whole lot of money +My haters they been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing +I can’t help that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed +You have fun wit them riders I’m so, so fresh +Everything I touch turn gold +I’mma winner +Lately, its playboy mansion pussy might dig ha +You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world +Who the man? +They gone tell you boosie badazz +Call it my freedom, now I'm eatin', they got whiplash +7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich +I can't help how you feel +Cuz you feel how you feel +I’m just gon' do me and continue to be too real +6 different hustles, now I'm bringin' in a new year +Thank god, real music been saved, boosie boo hear they mad +Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's +Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody know- +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Wankaego] +I'm gettin' cash +My own crib, my own car +Sittin' back, gettin' money bags +I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark +Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin' +Like da sound off, that navigation, lead me to the paper +Like on star, them trap niggas they love me, them whack bitches ain't nothin' to me +Cuz ain't none of them hoes above me +I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke that's yo' bad +You can't afford my tote bag, I'm killin' shit +Toe tag, see me in the whip, like deuces go hang ya self +Y'all nuisance, we turnt up, we turnt out +My liquor straight, no juices sittin' +By my radi in the gettin' bread, like I work at panera +Panoramic roof, who disappear it, I reappear it in the panarama + + + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Webbie] +You know me, I grew up straight up off fast money +That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin' dat bitch +Sound like a band don't it? It seal up like a man don't it? +I expect them bands on it, we get hoes, then we fuck 'em +They gon' brag on it, you can talk that talk +Can you walk that walk with bout 8 times ass on ya? +Had my lil' bitch turn every song, into her dance floor +Oh that ain't nuthin', you should see her with no pants on +I first night my girl, my relationships don't last long +But it be so fun while it be lastin' and I last long +And she lick on my tattoos, while I blast on her +And I see that pretty pussy, see dats da one to call +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dirty WorldCan't even ride thru da hood n peace... +So f.u.c.k. all da police... +Fuck da judge... fuck da jump out n da district attorney +Check my bank account n bitch c wat I'm earning... +It's a dirty dirty world n it keep on turning... +Niggas keep gettin shot but dey still ain't learning... +Wrap your dick up cause dey dick of have da hick ups... +Women play games so I advise u get a prenup... +Jena 6 dee-dee... u c dis world wicked... +Dey killin at da skools from college to elementary,... +Sum ppl don't do shit for dey child-dirty world +Sum jobs don't give u shit wen u retire-dirty world +Ppl get dey money n give it to otha countries... +But ppl n dey same hood livin' like junkies... +So I b like: dear mr.president... y u wanna take my life... send me cross seas to fite n make me lose sleep at night +[Hook:] +It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n +Um um um um um um um +It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n [x3] + +[Verse 2:] +Can't even trust ya own family at times... +Nigga will make your whole family cry... +It's either rappers shooting or ballers hustlin +Dats da only way u make it n dis motherfucking hood +Mo money... mo murder, it's real n it's a fact a lack +So watch your boys watch ya cars n watch da dice +Ya only live like once... gotta do it big like aunt pam tell boosie" torrence do yo shit n I can't leave home w/o my gun +Kinda paranoid +Nigga mite john leenen me cause I'm a supastar... +So keep your soldiers on your click... +Luk at micheal vick +All dat shit behind em pits... +Dis fuckin world make me sick... +Wen dey kill deers n put dem on da wall... n dey kitchen... (glorify em) +We fite dogs... ya'll fite chickens... wats da fuckin difference... +Judge got a fucking grudge... he saw my gold teeth so he labeled me as a thug +Fuck it... +[Hook:] +It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n +Um um um um um um um +It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n [x3] + +[Verse 3:] +Now dis 3rd verse, 4 my niggas n da pen who cudnt survive n dis dirty world +Go bk again... repeating offender... judge finna eat em 4 dinner... +Last name been n da courthouse since he can rememba... +Uncle sam got a nigga life like whoah +My next meal goin on da motherfuckin floor +Seen niggas turn state... +Seen niggas turn fake... The rap game fuck us... +Everybody burn tapes... + +[Hook:] +It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n +Um um um um um um um +It's a dirty dirty world dat we live n [x3]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stressing Me[Intro] +“Hello” +“Bitch, where the fuck you at?” +“I’m in the studio, man. I’m on my way, man” +“I’m not gon’ be here when you get back. I’m gon’ be gone. Fuck that, I’m gon’ be gone.” +“Alright then” + +[Hook] +Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me +Stressing me? +Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me +Stressing me +And I can’t even talk to you no more, oh girl +‘Cause you be stressing me, girl +And I just wanna lay with you sometimes +But you be stressing me, girl +(Man) Why you always stressing me, stressing me +Stressing me? +Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me +Stressing me? +And I can’t even talk to you no more, oh girl +‘Cause you be been stressing me, girl +And I just wanna lay with you sometimes +But you be stressing me, girl + +[Verse 1] +Damn, why you stressing me knowing I need you next to me? +Yesterday, you questioned me soon as you finished texting me +Now you don’t want to talk when I don’t answer when you question me +Ain’t got time to fuck ‘cause that’ll mess up our whole recipe +Sometimes, I just want to lay with you, play fight like we used to do +You always been in cases, come on girl, I’m used to you +So I roll my switches full of kush and smoke ‘em back to back +‘Cause I know soon you gon’ accuse me of this and that (I don’t know this bitch) +And I don’t know what to do sometimes (man) +Loving you will make me lose my mind (man) +You went to really tripping, your stomach got bigger +Now you think the baby gon’ stop me from being a hundred with ya +We can make it is what I truly believe +(And I) Want you to change, but I don’t want you to leave +(And I) Feel all alone when you ain’t next to me +I hope your new year’s resolution stops stressing me +[Hook] +Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me +Stressing me? +Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me +Stressing me +And I can’t even talk to you no more, oh girl +‘Cause you be stressing me, girl +And I just wanna lay with you sometimes +But you be stressing me, girl + +[Verse 2] +I just want to chill with you, I don’t want to fight with you +Sick and tired, but I’m gon’ try to might it right with you +I know I travel, be gone, you be wishing me home +But chill sweetie, we eating, we on +Now you in my phone checking shit, real disrespectful shit +Accusing me of doing her? I might as well then +Used to be your best friend, sexing and texting +Plenty hoes want your spot, I’m your blessing +Let your hair back, kick your feet up, stop stressing +You say I’m fucking with my baby momma, that’s out of the question +Stop guessing, talking reckless, you’re doing too much +I peeped your game, you’re trying to fight, fuck and make up +For real (man) + +[Hook] +Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me +Stressing me? +Girl, why you always stressing me, stressing me +Stressing me +And I can’t even talk to you no more, oh girl +‘Cause you be stressing me, girl +And I just wanna lay with you sometimes +But you be stressing me, girlEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Real FriendsI miss my nigga Darryl Milton + +A real friend gon' love you like a brother + +We need real friends +Love ya like brothers + +[HOOK] +This world need real friends +To love ya like a brother +Sometimes we need friends +To love ya like a brother + +[VERSE 1] +1 shot for my nigga Big Kirby +He been thuggin wit me since we was comin' up +Behind me +He'll shoot a nigga up +Shit 1 time we went to jail +He told tha police that was his stuff +All I gotta do is look +And he'll be quick to boot ya up +He don't give fuck +You ain't gon talk bout Boosie round Bleek +Cuz he gon say sumin +So don't tell me that's yo friend +If they talk, and u don't say nothing +Donkey my dawg +He got to stand wit a suit on +Meanin his words +Fuck the world, I'm bringin Boo home +Me and Reb waited too long +Toolin niggas too strong +Fightin them bodies in Angola mane +Now me and Ruger mane, we both home +I love you nigga +You so solid mane +I know you a real friend +That's gon love me like a brother +Sometimes we need friends +Who gon' love me like a brother +Look +Got yo back when you need me +When you call she be there +Fuck that +I'm comin to see ya any jail, anywhere +A real friend will lift you up +No matter what she be there +She ain't gon' fuck her girl nigga +She ain't gon' take that shit there +A friend gon' know what you goin thru +Hurt when you hurt +Know what you feel inside +It's like a feeling we got +Everybody in competition +If everybody chill out +Everybody can get money round this muthafucka +That's what's wrong + + +[HOOK] +This world need real friends +To love ya like a brother +Sometimes we need friends +To love ya like a brother + +Watch my back if you're my friend +You'll be my passenger in every car +Don't be my homie, be my friend +One of tha closest niggas to my heart +Don't tell on me if I'm your friend +You take our secrets to tha grave and all +I got yo kids, you got my kids shit if we ever fall +I got his back +I'm clutchin bad behind my fuckin dawg +I went to jail +They killed my friend +[BOOSIE TALKING TO THE END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On That Level[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +I got that liquor in my system, somebody gonna be my victim +Got me a turned up shawty, man this girl know how to party +V.I.P. turned up with the models, drinks free so we turn up the bottles +Rubbing on her body, twerking, licking out her tongue like she thirsty +Hands in the air when her song on, love dancing in the mirror with a thong on +Know what she want and she gon' get it, I know what I want and I'm gon' hit it +Look in her eyes saying "Come get it," tried to decide I gotta come with it +Real cute face, nice titties, uncut, explicit + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +Shawty don't wanna wait no more, she on that level +And tonight she gonna do the most, she on that level +So I tell her do you, get your money, do you +Twerk, do you, do you.. + +[Verse 2: Webbie] +'Fore you burn that cake, gotta earn that cake +'Fore you burn that cake, gotta earn that cake +'Fore you make them tips you gotta shake them hips +'Fore you make them tips you gotta shake them hips +Show 'em you know how to get it, bounce ya ass and shake ya titties +Bounce ya ass and shake ya titties, bust it open make it jiggle +You might get a cash flow if you show that ass ho +You might get a cash flow if you show that ass ho +We be really throwing hundreds cause we really getting money +We be really throwing hundreds cause we really getting money +She a fool, everybody throwing cheese on that bitch +I'm sloppy, I don't piss on that Rosé Crys +I'm drinking, I'm driving, I'm celebrating living +I'm smoking, I'm sipping, head down no pimping +I can still see some haters in the corners of my eyes +I ain't worried 'bout nothing man this motherfucker live +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] + +[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] +Do you, slow roll that body? Do you, come pop this molly? +Do you and I'mma do me baby, just came home please drive me crazy +I need a freak who gon' give it to me all day, let her have me and suck it in the hallway +We both grown so it's time to play, ass up face down she ain't tryna wait +Now I'm horny as ever, ready to clip, time ticking baby girl is you ready or what? +She a freak in them sheets and a geek in school, no playing, no hands when she eat the dude +Pretty face, small waist, she a main attraction, talk that talk plus her walk is nasty +She ready all the time, she ain't faking the funk, and I respect her mind cause I know what she want + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do The Most[Intro] +Two red bones kissing in the back seat +I like girls who like girls that attract me +My side bitch in the club +My main bitch at the bar +I’m talking to some other girls +Like I don’t even know who they are + +[Chorus] +I say I, do the most +I say I, do the most + +[Verse 1] +This month, Imma own that bitch +One stand by me and my A team +My ghetto bitch keep fucking with my main line +My ghetto bitch keep it realer than my main line +I know they say I fucked a couple superstar +Guess so, I’m bad like Miles +Kinda hot, looking better than they ever did +Doing me, taking care my relative +And both my bitches in the club with me +The one who act right +That’s the who go with me +On that liquor so I’m feeling the moment +Outta jail, getting mailed +And the bitches are lonely +Congratulate on the pussy +Motherfucker for sure +Round my way they say I’m doing the most +Big balls, soso, lifestyle heavy +Me and my bad bitch +Looking for a bedroom +[Chorus] +I say I, do the most +I say I, do the most + +[Verse 2] +Ain’t gonna lie +I told her I was gonna treat her right +But, blame it on the lifestyle +Manny bad bitches, not to fight +We be down last night +In the suit, me and three freaks +Popping spades in the hot tub bath +Damn look down at the phone girl +Who I left at the crib calling +Nigga where you at +She must know I miss some cash +Her girl fucking my dude +She the undercover rat +I’m flying to the bed +Blocking your number +Go and get a cat +Who rocking for hundred +Fresh outta prison, I’m stunted +I was too damn big, I got money +Mamma said I look good, but I said I looked better +No shirt,tucked out +Why these nigga rock leather +[Chorus] +I say I, do the most +I say I, do the most + +[Outro] +Two red bones kissing in the back seat +Two red bones kissing in the back seat +Two red bones kissing in the back seat +They bisexual, but it’s cool +Two redbone, on the mall +Two redbone, on the mall +Two redbone, doing them all +It's payday +It’s payday nigga +It’s payday nigga +It’s payday nigga +And I’m doing them allEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thug Talk[INTRO: BOOSIE TALKING] +I'd like to welcome everybody to Thug Talk +A lot of people won't understand Thug Talk +But they got millions of people who will understand Thug Talk +If you don't understand, I want you to listen to song for song +Song for song and by the end, you will understand +Thug Talk +So, feel me now nigga +Feel me now + +[HOOK] +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill but they wanna live just like you + +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like you + +[VERSE 1] +At night we pray for better days +Hope trouble go its separate ways +Bad luck we accept it like we goin' thru a phase +Tell Mama don't worry +We gon' be straight, we say we got it +Still she worry bout haters +And our safety from the narcotics +So when you leave she hit her knees +And plead that God protect her son +He say he straight +But he really thuggin' and he accept it how it come +Tell his sister be cool +But her fear of losin' you is tragic +You big brother, and she love ya +But she ain't never had a Daddy +You do thangs to make her happy +But that make her sit and think +She ask you when you gon' stop thuggin' +But he look and say he can't +Cause he got rank +Poured tha Act up out tha pint +Money everywhere +His nephew stare +And that's tha one you tellin' chill +This real +[HOOK] +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill but they wanna live just like you + +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like you + +[VERSE 2] +My hustle got me comin' thru +My nephew wanna hustle too +I tell him chill +He tell me Boo, I'm hurtin' if I don't hustle too +What I'm 'posed to do? +Used to tell Big Mama everything gon' be aight +'Could see tha look up in her eyes like it just might not be aight +Thug Talk +Like I'm gon' make it out this fuckin' neighborhood +But wit' no change mane I'm stuck up in this fuckin' neighborhood +Since Pampers I was lead by examples +But it was different +Only ones I looked up to was tha niggas who was really gettin' it +Thug Talk +Tell another thug Mama it's gon' be ok +When her son sittin' up in that casket 3 feet away +How I'm gon' tell lil' daddy put down tha guns +When it's on my waist +How I'm gon' tell lil' daddy life sweet +Wit' this look on my face +[HOOK] +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill but they wanna live just like you + +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don Dada[Intro: B Will] +Don Dada, you wanna roll with the mobsters? + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +It was me and you +Too deep in the 'lac +We survived homicides and the verbal attacks +I know, it hurts bad +We got purple for that +And it was more than one nigga in our circle got whacked +Choppa hit him in the side, he lay perfectly flat +Dirt on his cap, he be certained a nap +We know he, died a rat, we can't hide a rat +I survived the trap, bitch I survived the trap + +[Hook: B Will] +Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? +You're like your father, but harder +Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? +You're like your father, but harder + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Brother say "go and get a scholar" +I told him do his thing man, I'm gonna get a yappa +I two way fight, he two-way head, we riders +More money more murder, Don Dadas and top shottas +Drop toppers in the Summertime, red bottles we floss +We cancel your ass just to cancel the toll +They say my father used to whoop niggas +I guess we different, 'cause I'd much rather cook niggas +And gon' flip 'em, I was lost as a kid, but I did dream millions +From a one-room shack, to fifty-feet ceilings +Interrogated I'm on top of the charbroiled +With Boss Man written under of my photo +Wise guy too smooth, I play chess, nigga +The system picked the wrong card out the deck niggas +So I flip the ace, and I hold it to her face +Card came home, got the wraith, boy +I'm a +[Hook: Lee Banks] +Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? +You're like your father, but harder +Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? +You're like your father, but harder + +[Verse 3: Lee Banks] +Orchestrated the operation, ran like the Mafia +Cheap talk never ever bothered us +Fuck niggas watching us, the Feds prolly follow us +In an altercation sonny go and load them choppas up, we popping up +Popping up the rock-runner +Still doing dirty work +We will turn a nigga block into December 31st +Body after body bag, crime scene another hearse +Before you get away with disrespect you will get murdered first +Momma said our baby boy should have been a lawyer +Until she get that phone call, said I need a lawyer +Convict at nineteen, it could have went farther +But I'm a born criminal similar to my father +Be a brave gangsta, real Don Dada +Mobster, you choppa shotta, survivor +Riding through the trenches with a choppa and a Bible +My ambitions as a rider +Banks, pussy + +[Outro: Boosie Badazz and B Will] +Cynic and shit +Don Dada, top shotta, you wanna roll with the mobsters? +You're like your father, but harder +Don Dada +Don Dada type lifestyle, you already know how we livin', nigga +I went in the hood the other day, OG told me that you just like your pops, nigga +Like your father, but harder +You's a Don Dada +We riding front the play or nothin' nigga +Bout to go get that jet money after this albumEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I RememberI Remember nigga +Boosie Bad Azz +I Remember nigga (2x) + +[Boosie Talking] +Now I remember everything +From them cold night on the block +I remember the struggle +I remember the shine +I remember they faces when they saw me shine +Nigga I remember everything + +[Verse 1 - Boosie] +Outside with no shirt (I remember nigga) +Talked loud in that church (I remember nigga) +Nigga stole all my work (I remember nigga) +Kirby took my lick in court (I remember nigga) + +Them plantation days, do you remember that +The good times that we had in big digem lac +Do you remember debra proch when it was hot and steaming +Do you remember when we moved shop down there by leman +Do you remember at the room hoes catching semen +Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon +Yeah nigga I remember cross the tracks +When calvan rich and kenny wayne had a gang of that crack +Mane I remember all that when E-40 was jamming +Everybody play B's and D's listening to that dayton family +I remember daddy-O when he put me on syrup +Remember Junior was 14 working with a quarter bird nigga +[Hook - Boosie] 2x +Them long night on the block (I remember nigga) +Went from a little to a lot (I remember nigga) +In this world with no dreams (I remember nigga) +Gone off X and codine (I remember nigga) + +[Verse 2 - Boosie] +When daddy left this world (I remember nigga) +Tha nights I made them lil girls (I remember nigga) +Grandpa preaching at church (I remember nigga) +Grucen gave me my first work (I remember nigga) +Me and big chris on the block (I remember nigga) +Walk in the school with a knot (I remember nigga) +Remember nobody ain't like us (I remember nigga) +When I set it off with titus (I remember nigga) +17 I was a donkey +Killing my own people +Serving my own uncles +Gave life to trell (I remember nigga) +When he touch down I caused hell (I remember nigga) +My first fifty block of weed (I remember nigga) +I wasn't nothing but 19 (I remember nigga) +When I first met T and Mel (I remember nigga) +When y'all got me out of jail (I remember nigga) +Yeah (I remember nigga) +[Hook - Boosie] 2x + +[Verse 3 - Boosie] +First time I rode clean (I remember nigga) +Got my heart broke at 14 (I remember nigga) +Member the first nigga I robbed (I remember) +I remember them tears cried +I remember they killed "I" +I remember them pills I used to pop +That had a nigga Frenzy +Same niggas I used to pop wit now they envy +Cousins frenzy I'm on some flossed out shit +I go to emmy when I wanna floss my wrist +Member daddy used to hit momma when times was hard +But it never showed on her boys cause her boys was spoiled +Member my beamer, my maginum, and my 45 +Member my silver STS with the fresh ties +My old school monte' carlo nigga, candy black +Member my Ram Truck +My old school cadillac +Member my benz that was black but I wet it silver +Remember my orange and black race car with them ??? nigga + +I remember everything +I remember (3x) +I Remember nigga +[After the 4th time add] +Like it was yesterday1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Real NiggaWhere tha real niggas at? + +[HOOK] +Light one for a real nigga +Smoke one for a real nigga +Let's talk about real niggas +Since we always talkin' bout hoes + +Light one for a real nigga +Smoke one for a real nigga +Let's talk about real niggas +Since we always talkin' bout hoes + +[VERSE 1] +Talk to 'em +Pimp C was a real nigga +Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga +Let my dawg drink too much huh +Might be gone, but he still wit' me +Bun B my G, my OG +RIP Big Pokey (Smoke sumin') +If 2Pac was here, he would coach me +Real nigga rockin' a Rollie +This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man) +I slept by him every night (We was G's man) +Same dome, same hair comb nigga +Shit, this a real nigga life +Ima real nigga wit' stripes (I got stripes boy) +They can not come off my body (Nah) +Jeezy my muthfuckin' real nigga +Can't forget Quan and Yo Gotti +Buck took me in, in '04 +Let me come sleep in his house +Gave me the keys to tha door +I say he real, I can vouch +They don't come realer than Donkey (Not Donk) +Got on tha stand for his blood (My homie) +Rest in peace to my Big Mama nigga +These niggas ain't realer than her +[HOOK] +Light one for a real nigga +Smoke one for a real nigga +Let's talk about real niggas +Since we always talkin' bout hoes + +Light one for a real nigga +Smoke one for a real nigga +Let's talk about real niggas +Since we always talkin' bout hoes + +[VERSE 2] +Lil' Bleek was my lil' nigga +Lil' Bleek was my real nigga +I shared every meal wit' him +You know I had to deal wit' him (Fuck that) +Woodfox still in tha cell, ain't I +Shit, he been in there 40 years +Burl told him quit being a Black Panther +But he say, he gon' die real +Me & Zulu on tha tier (Free LuLu) +He put me up under his wing +Me & Babyface on tha yard (Throwin' combos) +Boxing and chasin' his dream +Check this out tho' +Let me talk about my team +Ruger, Rell, and Lee +Kirby, Shaw, and G (G Black) +Smoke, Duke, K, and Debo +Miss my fuckin' migo +He so real, my migo +Ivy flippin' kilos, miss that boy Kilo +My lawyer Jason Williams +My lawyer Jason real +He say Boosie we fightin' these bitches til' you home +And we ain't takin no deals +That's real +[HOOK] +Light one for a real nigga +Smoke one for a real nigga +Let's talk about real niggas +Since we always talkin' bout hoes + +Light one for a real nigga +Smoke one for a real nigga +Let's talk about real niggas +Since we always talkin' bout hoes + +[VERSE 3] +Gang signs, bank time, bang bang bang +This is for DeeDee and [?] (Ed Lover) +This is for Moo and Lil' Bronson +All tha real niggas in jail +I miss my dawg Ankie Paul +Free that nigga Flav out Park town +Free Rico out Park town +Big [Gator] tha one who made this song +I play it so real, I play it by ear +I don't know what you talkin' bout cowboy +But J Prince is real +This for my nigga, my nerve +This for Lil' Webbie ya heard me +Don't come to my state wit' that early +Boy we will leave you on Bourbon +RIP Slim out tha 3rd ward +Soulja Slim, he'll pull you niggas hoe card +ATL up in tha bricks +All my real niggas out 4th ward +Free Wayne Perry nigga +Free Big Meech +Free Larry Hoover +Free Sneed nigga +Free Boobie +All tha real niggas who don't talk + +[HOOK] +Light one for a real nigga +Smoke one for a real nigga +Let's talk about real niggas +Since we always talkin' bout hoes + +Light one for a real nigga +Smoke one for a real nigga +Let's talk about real niggas +Since we always talkin' bout hoes + +[OUTRO] +Slim Thugga that's a real nigga +Skrilla that's a real nigga +My mother that's a real nigga + +I'm tha face card for all this real shit nigga +Believe that +Boosie Bad Azz +2016 Happy New Year nigga +But we need some mo' real niggasEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Distant Lover[Intro] +Lil' Boosie Badazz +B.J. on the track, nigga, B, you the man for this one +Distant lover, so many miles away +Uh-huh, uh-huh +Look + +[Chorus] +Wish I could fuck her every day (uh-huh) +Touch her in every way +But she stay so many miles away (mm-mm) +She my distant lover, so many miles away +Distant lover, so many miles away + +[Verse One] +I'm turnin' into Mr. Telephone Man, girl, you know I miss ya +So many miles away and I can't kiss ya (But look here) +But I remember everything, the concert, the room (the room) +The shit you whispered in my ear when I had you +Now my Jacksonville chick, she an indo shopper +She like to smoke purple (yeah) and chill with her partners +When I come in town, she cook for me +Know she lookin good for me +Momma white, daddy Black, so that ass super fat +My uptown chick (chick), we still be flirting +When I see her, she remind me of how I broke her virgin +Think I still drive her crazy 'cause she still wanna date me +Got a man and a baby, do ya thang, I ain't hatin' +Now my Michigan chick, she was too damn fine (ooooh!) +Her pussy stay wet, all the time +One of the best to ever ride me, let me get a car and drive it +Every time she see Lil Boosie she smilin' +[Chorus] +Wish I could fuck her every day (every day) +Touch her in every way (but look) +But she stay so many miles away (mm-mm) +She my distant lover, so many miles away +Distant lover, so many miles away +Wish I could fuck her every day (every day) +Touch her in every way +But she stay so many miles away +She my distant lover, so many miles away +Distant lover, so many miles away + +[Verse Two] +At night, I'm on that doja just thinkin' 'bout my distant lover +Wishin' I could call her up and go fuck her (telling you!) +But she stay so many miles away and it's hard (hard, mayne) +And if I ain't got no shows, I can't even see my broad +She know a nigga livin' large, so when we fuckin' (fuckin') +Lil' mama give me everything, she ain't scared of nothin' (ah) +She get on top and drop it like it's hot, I'm steady nuttin' (ah) +My distant lover a lil sexy lil somethin', huh, bro, huh, bro +Now my Tampa chick, she 'bout what she be talkin' 'bout +Nasty girl, take it out her ass, put it in her mouth +Knew she was a freak when she got in the backseat +She said she wanted me +And peep, we left her shakin' in the sheets +Now my Georgia peach, ooh, we gon' thug til the end +She don't give a fuck about no lady (nope!) +Or none of my friends (mm-mm) +And when she seen that man, she hug me +Tell me, "Hi," that she wan' fuck me +I had to show her how to suck me, nickname her "Coldblood" +[Chorus] +Wish I could fuck her every day (every day) +Touch her in every way (but look) +But she stay so many miles away +She my distant lover, so many miles away +Distant lover, so many miles away +Wish I could fuck her every day (every day) +Touch her in every way +But she stay so many miles away +She my distant lover, so many miles away +Distant lover, so many miles away +(Real shit, real shit) + +[Verse Three] +Girl, I got feelings for you, mayne (I got feelings for you) +I'm on some shit like middle school +I'm tryna write ya letters +Since I can't come home and tickle you +I'll fuck, for what a lil' do (what's one time?) +I need that pussy from you every night (every night) +'cause I know it gon' be wet and right (oooh!) +A candlelight dinner 'cause wit me, you a winner (yeah) +If you wit me, you ridin' Davins, other spinners pretenders +I got redbones in different states, every one got a pretty face +Every one let me grip their waist, every one know I don't play +My thugged out chick, I can't fuck her too often (uh-uh) +She bring problems in my life and she do too much talkin' +But I gotta give it to her, with that mouth she the sickest +If you put work up in her hand, she gon' move it wit the quickest +Now my California chick, she the type you don't need (uh-uh) +She always trippin' on me when I smoke my weed +I told her, "girl, if you don't like it, then you can get to hikin'" +I wasn't trippin' when you told me you was dykin', she my +[Bridge] +Distant lover, nigga +Wish I could fuck her every day +But she stay so many miles away (wish I could fuck her) +She my distant lover, nigga +Wish I could fuck her every day +But she stay so many miles away +She my distant lover, nigga +Wish I could fuck her every day +But she stay so many miles away +She my distant lover, nigga +Wish I could fuck her every day +But she stay so many miles away +Distant lover + +[Chorus] +Wish I could fuck her every day (every day) +Touch her in every way (but look) +But she stay so many miles away +She my distant lover, so many miles away +Distant lover, so many miles away +Wish I could fuck her every day (every day) +Touch her in every way +But she stay so many miles away +She my distant lover, so many miles away +Distant lover, so many miles awayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big Blue HundredsVerse 1: Boosie + +Keep them big blue hunnids on me +So i keep money & guns on me +Got a lot of big blue hunnids on me +So i keep money & guns on me + +Went to the pawn shop, got another fishing rod +What that mean nigga? got another body guard +How you feel nigga? feel like niggas staring hard +Boy i kill, you ain't fucking with no lil boy +I got a band on top of band on top of band, thats a 50 pack +Got this man up in my hand & its a 50 gat +Gotta have it on me dawg cause im getting that +Try to take it pussy & i promise you, you getting whacked +Ain't in the way, get out my way when you doing dirt +Im a boss but remember i was a shooter first +Who purse? not my mama purse pussy boy +Empty this bitch here & hit em with the other roid + +(chorus) +Got a lot of big blue hunnids on me +So i keep money & guns on me +(x2) +Got a lot of big blue hunnids +Big b-blue hunnids +Big blue hunnids on me +(x2) +Verse 2: Mista +Came home to a hunnid bands & twin Glocks +Driver said he heard three but it was ten shots +Pussy nigga got my name in the wind now +But im back, im with that bullshit again now +D.A said im godfather, im like this hoe tripping +Tired of using Bob Barker watching all my children +Back strap with side armer, like who want it with me +Had a ticket, cash that ticket, nigga go & get it +On 24 hour lock down without no cell mate +Playing chest all by myself, i got a stale mate +Diving in that water, hope that you could sail straight +40 grand but this 40 kept my fam safe + +(chorus) +Got a lot of big blue hunnids on me +So i keep money & guns on me +(x2) +Got a lot of big blue hunnids +Big b-blue hunnids +Big blue hunnids on me +(x2) + +Verse 3: Boosie +Check this out this a rat, this a stack +Somebody made a rap bout hatch now he ain't back +Pussy nigga wack +You ain't taking nothing from me, i ain't pussy i ain't running +If you check my rap sheet, you'll see that i ain't stunting +Walking on yo pussy ass ain't nothing +I ain't staright for I.G, pussy boy im push buttons +I been gettin alot of cho-cho, ballin on the plane +Thinking niggas names when im shooting at the rain +All blues boy, a hunnid 20 in my pants +Get outta line, a hunnid 20 on yo whole gang +Its no eraser when i got yo whole name +Cold cases, old friends, this a fucking cold game +(chorus) +Got a lot of big blue hunnids on me +So i keep money & guns on me +(x2) +Got a lot of big blue hunnids +Big b-blue hunnids +Big blue hunnids on me +(x2)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Truth[Intro] +I’m the truth +Leader +Boosie Badazz +One and only +Lot of motherfuckers can’t handle the truth +I give it to them anyway + +[Hook] +You can’t handle the truth +(You’re all the way live with Boosie Badazz) +You’re in the land of the truth +(You know why the world love me, nigga? I keep it a hundred) +What I’m saying is true + +[Verse 1] +The system designed to keep us all up in prison (true) +Section 8 don’t want the daddy living with the siblings (true) +They don’t want to give us job, so everybody around here stealing (true) +Probably ain’t listening ‘cause their children having children (true) +You know the world we’re living in, man, is straight wicked +They got a cure for AIDS and cancer but we can’t get it (true) +Cops shoot us down ‘cause our skin, they’re some dirty bitches +They shoot us down on camera, don’t even get convicted + +[Hook] +(Talk to them Badazz, they don’t like that) +You can’t handle the truth +(You’re all the way live with that real nigga Boosie Badazz, nigga, we know where you at) +You’re in the land of the truth +(Boosie Badazz, Boosie Badazz nigga talking real shit) +What I’m saying is true +(I always keep it a hundred) +But you can’t handle the truth, you’re in the land of the truth +[Verse 2] +They already know the amount of prisoners up in prison (true) +Why the fuck you think they’re building all them private prisons (true) +Every time you turn the TV, you see gays, man (true) +Kids ain’t supposed to see this at this early age, man (true) +Hoes winning, IG, that bitch turned up (true) +But 9 times out of 10, we won’t wife her (true) +Bloods telling on their blood, this shit new to me +Niggas who fall don’t always come up ‘cause they’re always hollering used to be (that’s real shit) +Half these rappers really pussy and ain’t making money +If they came cross tha track, we’ll take it from them +Niggas beefing with each other on the IG +Hoes realer than these niggas if you ask me + +[Hook] +(Sometimes, a bitch keep it more realer than your niggas) +You can’t handle the truth +(You’re all the way live with Boosie Badazz, nigga, where you at) +You’re in the land of the truth +(I got some real Boosie Badazz for you) +Know what I’m saying is true +(Pussy ass nigga) +But you can’t handle the truth, you’re in the land of the truth + +[Verse 3] +From my block to your block, it’s a hurricane +Bitches left us all to die in the hurricane +Sent me straight to death row with the murder game +Turned my rap name Boosie to a murder name +Yeah it’s true I got it on me, keep that 40 for ‘em +Federal rats coming home, they’re throwing parties for ‘em +Niggas don’t even stack their money, it’s a different hustle +Niggas turning gangbangers ‘cause they like the colors +[Hook] +(It’s a different world out here, most gangbangers ain’t even gangbangers) +You can’t handle the truth +(Everybody hollering they’re real, but most fake) +You’re in the land of the truth +(Niggas stealing from their boys and shit) +Know what I’m saying is true +(Sisters fucking their sisters’ old man and shit) +But you can’t handle the truth, you’re in the land of the truth + +[Outro] +Boosie Badazz +Every time you turn to me nigga, I’ma give you the truth +That’s how I last so long +I remain the truth +I’ma speak the truth on it whether you like it or not +I know most people, they can’t handle the truthEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hip Hop Hooray[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +They lying in hip-hop +They lying in hip-hop +They lying in hip-hop +They lying +Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray +Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today +Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray +Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Nigga you ain't ever shot shit, bitch +You don't know the first steps on how to whip a brick +You too tender dick that I'mma try to pimp a bitch +On the tape you, a ape, catch a case, you a snitch +Just cause you rich, just cause you rich don't mean a thang +You can't even go up in the streets you used to hang +Putting on for the fame, you ain't know 'bout real pain +Fairytaling ass nigga, scary ass nigga +Don't give back to your city, they should jack your ass +Did my research Webbie, they don't live like that +Turn on the radio you hear the same thing +Models, Bugatti's and bottles, damn shame +It seems rappers don't struggle no mo', love they mother nomo +I just left a place where you niggas will get fucked up, so +Love a fucking bank roll the pussy nigga easy +We cut from a different cloth nigga, believe that +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray +Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today +Hip-hop hooray, hip-hop hooray +Hip-hop hooray, too many rappers lying today +I don't believe you, I don't believe you +I don't believe you, you need more people +I don't believe you, I don't believe you +I don't believe you, you need more people + +[Verse 2: Webbie] +1, 2, 3, 4, 5, now what you doing? +Putting all these pussy ass niggas on the list +Big nuts, yeah I'm talking baseballs +Shit big, got big booty bitches, yup all that +They call my phone all the time I probably call back +Straight up finna going beast mode, I got my dawg back +Bandana, Polo pajamas, y'all niggas pussy cats +I dick it down and you ain't even get your drawers back +Got any questions for the doctor, I got truth for answers +Have these lil pussy rappers dropping like they spreading cancer +I been tryna make it, please don't make me make it happen +Do what you want but you won't fuck with the savage, tell 'em + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] +Old weird ass rappers, weird ass teens +Skinny ass pants, pussy ass jeans +You niggas different from Badazz ENT +Cause we never rap beef, we just put niggas to sleep +I got a face that make these niggas ain't me +They ain't real like I'm real cause these niggas ain't street +The music that they making listen closely it ain't deep +And other artists follow that shit, but not me +I'm in my own lane doing my own thing, millions when the phone ring +These niggas clone mane so Boosie on mane +I got that Geto boy, NWA shit +You got that four dollar bill music, that fake shit + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] + +[Verse 4: Webbie] +Yeah we see y'all niggas, we don't believe y'all niggas +We don't fuck with y'all niggas, we will bleed y'all niggas +On the real y'all actors , we don't feel y'all bastards +We'll leave y'all pussy asses straight for the pastor bitch, preach + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop +They lying in hip-hop, they lying +They lying in hip-hop, they lying in hip-hop +They lying in hip-hop, they lying8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Different Cloth[Intro] +Cut, cut, cut, what they talking about? + +[Chorus] +Cut cut cut from a cloth that don't even come out +You can't order it, you just gotta be part of it (different breed nigga) +Cut from a cloth that don't even come out +Where we take it to the grave we don't talk +Lot of people living they won't understand the baggage +Probably because we cut from different fucking fabric + +[Verse 1] +He did what? He post the lady he think nasty +And we don't leak these hoes nudes, we jack off to they shit +Too much of liquor too many pistols that's off in this bitch +In the back room bucking and jumping but never talk in this bitch +Never walking around like "Who want to go to war 'round this bitch?" +Because war it slow your money up I'm trying to get your money up +Take care of them kids in the hood motivate all the real +Always do for the old folks, this the man right here +I got the streets and I ain't sharing till the let B.G. go +I been a different type of lil one since my day with C-Loc + +[Chorus] +Bitch I'm cut from a cloth that don't even come out +You can't order it, you just got to be part of it (Different breed nigga) +Cut from a cloth that don't even come out +Where we take it to the grave we don't talk (Different breed nigga) +[Verse 2] +My son ain't scared of nothing when he was born I was gone +In Baton Rouge all alone named him Michael Corleone (Boss) +I raised him head up right is right wrong is wrong +Look a man in his eye and bitch stop dancing to that song (Boy) +I raised his brother around me back then it was on +Now Ray-Ray watch his friends cause he know what went down +His older brother Tootie he been hanging since the block +Four deep, back seat on top his uncle in the drop +"We don't fuck with police son they ain't your friend" +That's what my daddy told me, "Son, they ain't your friend" +This the way I raise my children, you ain't going to be no pussy +And you ain't going to be no hoes +And y'all might have me up the road +Falling for women why half these niggas up the road +Just keep it 100 in, know plenty who ain't 100 +On Instagram stunting but ain't about spending on nothing +My son 14 I ain't got to go get him shit +He be like, "Pops, ol' girl sucked my dick" (Oh you fucking now nigga) + +[Chorus] +Cut from a cloth that don't even come out +You can't order it, you just got to be part of it (Different breed nigga) +Cut from a cloth that don't even come out +Where we take it to the grave we don't talk (Different breed nigga) +[Verse 3] +Nigga swung on me and Mugzi and tried to hit us +Dog you got that see you seen they caught us slipping +We ain't go down town pointing at a nigga talking about who did it +We ASAP'd our business like some niggas out that city +This that seven ward meal nigga we going to get that meal nigga +Uptown wild, Telly Hankton, shake that L +I'm going to get diamond J because I know he'll do an L with you +My nigga D + +[Outro] +Cut from a cloth (This shit don't even come out nigga) +Cut from a cloth (This shit don't even come out no more) +Cut from a cloth (This shit don't even come out no more) +Cut from a cloth (This shit don't even come out nigga)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Young Niggas[Verse 1 – Boosie Badazz] +I’m a young nigga with a Wayne P flow +I’m a young nigga who can slang that dope +I come from bandos and bricks where niggas talk murder +OGs with clips who really bout murder +Glock 4 on my hip, my nigga you’on’t want it +Make me hop on that i6, and call donkey +IZIZ we talk Chinese, you can’t get the picture +Guess why my mama love my friends, they all my killers +If you ain’t know, ask about me, I’m getting money nigga +6 shows, 6 hundred I’m getting money nigga +Riding round in that Rolls Royce, alligator on the back seat +Heckler up in my lap bitch, Nina walk in my trap bitch + +[Hook – Boose & Glizzy][x2] +I’m a young nigga, getting paid +All we do is get paid +I’m a young, with AK, AK +All we do is bust K + +[Verse 2 – Shy Glizzy] +Who that young nigga that been running round with Boosie? +Glizzy Badazz with that motherfucking uzi +All my young niggas, they be running round with toolies +Wild 90s baby, rock Versace shades and Coogi +GG head hancho, I’m the motherfucking sergeant +A nigga played with Glizzy, turned his ass into a target +I’m just living lucky, niggas mad cause they can’t stop it +They almost took my life, I still got blood stains on my boxers +Straight from train 7, young nigga with attitude +And real niggas respect me from DC to Baton Rouge +Bitch look at my bankroll, bet you see a lot of blues +Not scared to bang that tool, might catch me on breaking news, bitch +[Hook][x2] + +[Verse 3 – Boosie Badazz] +Sticks and stones may break my bones, but choppers’ll hurt me +If you believe in karma then tomorrow they might murk me +Where the fuck was you when I was hungry nigga? Thirsty +Looking for a helping hand, miss my nigga Ivy, man, lord +Let me out so I can press record, lord +I'll puns these little boys +Mind of a maniac, we busting guns +Rah, rah rah rah rah, get that stretcher for him +We them [?] niggas, we B I G +I’m the nigga in the club all the little niggas tryna be +Fuck with my clique, you got a problem +One thing we got in common, we all got a body, bang + +[Hook][x2]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Burden on My Heart[Intro] +Prolly the realist shit I wrote +How I really feel +Right there + +[Verse 1] +At the funeral lookin' at Ivy sleep (Look at my nigga) +Wishin' he would wake right up and talk to me (Wake up, nigga, fuck) +Me and you together brought you jealousy (Jealousy) +Tears up in my eyes feel like you died for me (Died for me) +I came home, Mooky hugged me and she cried to me (Cried to me) +She said, "Don't let 'em kill you like they did Bleek" +If it wasn't for me, he prolly never be deep in these streets +I hold that in my heart as a memory +Clutchin' 40s, shootin' up parties full of Hennessy +From the heart Titus, I'm sorry for penitentiary (Sorry, nigga) +You in there 'cause of me +They killed Lil Dee +Cross the tracks stepper +We shoulda been with him +Knew them niggas wasn't really his homeboys +I shoulda said somethin' +Shit'll make ya relapse +I shoulda told Tunechi sit his ass down +I shoulda put my dawg in rehab +Had a baby on my girl and had another one +I broke ya heart when I told you 'bout the other one +[Chorus] +Burden on my heart +(I got a burden on my heart) +Cross on my back +(Save me, sins coming back) +Tears in my eyes +(Tears flooded in my eyes) +Journal is black (One love) +I got a burden on my heart +('Lotta pain in my heart) +Cross on my back +(Say my sins coming back) +Blood on my hands +(Enemies feeling reign) +Journal is black (Shh) + +[Verse 2] +D.A want revenge 'cause he done lost +He want my friends 'cause he done lost +Look like I done made a hard way for my friends because I'm out +Child Support (Child Support) +I gotta take the pussy route +Hate payin' that shit +'Cause I do like I pushed 'em out +I'm at the funeral (At the funeral) +My momma speaking like a G +Now I'm thinkin' 'bout it (Thinkin' 'bout it) +When she'll be speaking over me? +They say the church cried (Cried) +When she was speaking over Bleek +Yesterday I just cried (Deep), that's a burden underneath +I sent you flowers, nigga, rest in peace +Thinkin' 'bout yo' killa cowards in every deadly dream (Yah, yah) +Don't like ridin' down that street +Sherwood Forest neither (You know why) +All I see is Ivy hangin' out the beamer (My nigga dead) +Some people made me hurt alotta people +I lost a bitch who was a silent keeper +I pressed the red and I didn't wanna receive it +Now I'm missing my lil' sista Teaka, damn +[Chorus] +Burden on my heart +(I got a burden on my heart) +Cross on my back +(Save me, sins coming back) +Tears in my eyes +(Tears flooded in my eyes) +Journal is black (One love) +I got a burden on my heart +('Lotta pain in my heart) +Cross on my back +(Say my sins coming back) +Blood on my hands +(Enemies feeling reign) +Journal is black (Shh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Rain (In My Feelings 2016)[Intro] +In my feelings + +[Verse 1] +Dirty system tried to hit me with the needle, man +Always losing my people, man, deceitful, man +Take your boys back to beefing man +And that's when you tried to leave the game +Close friends in the grave, I seen the stinking rain +Sticking needles in my body, diabetes, man +The struggle of a young hustler, I could teach it, man +Cancer in and out my body, I can breathe again +I seen chains so tight on my wrist, they bled on me +Brought OG in my circle for him to tell on me (damn, Po) +They say my best friend murder bought the feds on me +‘Cause he was getting them for the low, now he dead on me +Rest in peace lil ivy +The rain, man + +[Hook] +And the rain comes down so hard +In my life +Why god, the rain comes down so hard + +[Verse 2] +Tried to leave the state, stay away from drama +Still on parole, fake cases from your baby momma +Lost Trell mama, that was my right hand +Lost my aunty Keisha, I need a momma-san +Praying, why my family, we in the rain again +Doodie ain’t finish his 10, G Money back again +Maybe it’s ‘cause our sins, but we was raised to win +Bronson won’t do that whole 10, I been getting it in +Been crossed by niggas, that hurt my heart like kidney stones +I got some henchmen gone (rest in peace, Ghost), half my kidney gone +(You ain’t know, nigga?) +(You ain’t know, nigga?) +[Hook] +And the rain comes down so hard +Oh my god +Why my rain comes down so hard (all the time in my life) +My god +You know my rain comes down so hard + +[Verse 3] +The rain come hard as a motherfucker, don’t it? +He saved our life, God a motherfucker, huh Donkey? +Deedee sister Buckey, she called me lil brother +Six-year-old shot by cops, ripped him up with cutters +This my state and guess what, he wasn't my skin color (he was white) +Looked like going to that place fucked up my friend’s hustle (she was right) +Seeing envy hit my clique, I had to sit and suffer +And still be threatened to go to court by my kid’s mother (you hoes tripping) +This the real struggle, on death row, I slept in water puddles +Heat so bad, it would scorch a brother +Front page of the news page, Angola, where the thugs go +King of all this rap shit, but I can’t get no cover though +But that won’t stop my hustle though + +[Outro] +In my feelings, nigga +We in the yo live nigga +You hear the jewelries, you hear the chains on me +But it’s the real live motherfucking session, you in here with me right now +Shit, fresh off the bed, nigga, fresh out the hospital +I dont stop nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bad Guy[Intro] +Leave me alone, I ain't 'bout no trouble +But I could be +I'm just tryna get my cash again +They gon' make me turn into the bad guy again + +[Verse 1] +I'm the type of nigga to give you a job if you say hi +But I'm not the type that's gon' let you slide if you rob me +At Six Flags on a roller coaster probably +Always shakin' a bacon at [?] +I don't bother nobody for real +I don't want me a robbery, I don't want me a body +I just beat about it, MJ and RayRay need their papi +Murder this shit, get sloppy +I'd rather be in Vegas droppin' this shit on the table +Winnin' big, picture in the waiter +Leave me alone, I just want happiness and family time +But I ain't no pussy, I'mma let you know, I'mma handle mine +Hope you don't call my call and dial cause I'mma answer, man +Shoot this 40 straight through your heart, I be your Valentine + +[Hook] +Please, please just leave me alone +Ain't 'bout no trouble, but I could be +Niggas be talkin' like they gangsta +But if I bring it to 'em party just gon' tell on me so +Please, please just leave me alone +Ain't 'bout no trouble, but I could be +I'm just tryna get my cash again +But they gon' make me turn in to the bad guy again +[Verse 2] +I never started niggas, I never bothered niggas +I never talked at all, it was nothin', I slaugther niggas +Got a goddess, nigga, ain't got the time to be goin' to war with you +Cause if you don't know I know what a real street walker do +Niggas clap for you, all day 'bout to lunch for you +Never knew faces, always these same cases who down with you +I'm tryna put a million dollars, not tryna hunt for you +I'll spray you down, you goin' downtown and run your [?] +You want beef behind a bitch, watch what she do to you +Send you where the sun don't come out, signature nigga, Boosie crew +I just wanna feed my fam, act a ass on Instagram +Readin' everyday that I was in the pen, missin', man + +[Hook] +Please, please just leave me alone +Ain't 'bout no trouble, but I could be +Niggas be talkin' like they gangsta +But if I bring it to 'em party just gon' tell on me so +Please, please just leave me alone +Ain't 'bout no trouble, but I could be +I'm just tryna get my cash again +But they gon' make me turn in to the bad guy againEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Window of My Eyes[Verse 1] +Last night I heard the rain on my windowpane +All I could think about was all the time my mama Connie begged me to change +But I ain't listen, and no this ain't living +Tryna kiss your kids through a fucking glass window, no contact +Feedin' me through the tray hatch, even took the telephone +Tryna holla at my kids, baby mama never home +Serg and his boys got a problem cause I'm Boosie +Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, cruel shit +Same with the news shit, paint a bad picture of me +With that picture in my head, was scared, I was go never touch +Living like the rest of us, Angola lifers +Working in the field, man over ya with a rifle +Letters get shorter, face get greyer +People ain't got no paper, we might die in this bitch +This ain't living, I wouldn't wish this shit on my worst enemy +Feel like the whole world envy me +Know I'm talking 'bout +Co-defendant flipped on me, glad he done flipped back +Nigga was like my real son, killed me when he did that +Look in his eyes and look in mine, I be like "God damn" +They tryna stop a nigga shine, I think it's time I +(I think it's time I) + +[Hook] +Open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes +I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes +I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes +I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes +[Verse 2] +I sit in the dark, it's so quiet I hear my heart beating +Two times faster than it did 'fore I was captured +I'm dreaming that I was free, I wake up like "God damn" +Sometimes I stare in the mirror and don't know who I am +I feel like Job in the Bible, why is what I scream +My eyes don't even clear with drops of Visine +I'm mad for being Boosie, so sad my eyes hurt +Only way the sun shine, I get out the rain first +On the phone, son crying, and I wanna wipe his tears +Change his diapers, clean his ears, now you deep off in my eyes +I try to let it go but I got hatred up inside +Shit moving in slow mo' like the Matrix in my eyes +No sleep, no rest so I'm feeling like I ain't blessed +It's true I got more than most but I'm caged up like the rest +The devil's tryna defeat me, my closest friends deceive me +Question marks behind my freedom it got me barely eatin' +I wake up feeling delusional, thoughts surface my brain +Visualizing my kids, them thoughts turn into pain +My passion ain't what it was, my faith medium-rare +People I thought loved me it seems like they don't care +I'm stressing, biting my nails in my cell in pain +Me and the thunderstorms in my eyes can't see the rain +I'm calling out to the man, impatient I gotta wait +I know he come when he want but I need him to come today +No one to kiss me and hug me and tell me it gon' be okay +Plus the sickness that's attacking my kidneys like everyday +I think it's time (I think it's time I) +[Hook] +Open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes +I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes +I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes +I think it's time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Don’t Know Me Like That[BRIDGE] +Nobody wanna see me smile +They only wanna see me down +Nobody wanna see me smile +They only wanna see me down +Oh lawd + +[VERSE 1] +Nobody know tha son I got (Lil Tootie) +Nobody know tha bond we got +Shit nobody know tha mom I got +Not too many know I smile a lot +And cry a lot +I have no problem wit’ gays +I have no problem wit’ Jay +I do have problems wit’ people who twist the words that I say +My city blame me for people who I never beefed wit’ at all +They watch my crew like we gon’ steal +When we up in tha mall +You say you know me +But do you know +I’ll ride for my dawg +I’ll spend my last dime +To put a smile on my dawg +You say I’m mean +That’s just a look I got +That make you suspicious +You judgin’ like bitches +I’m in love wit’ my riches +Now bitches +If you say I lied bout havin’ cancer up in my kidney +[HOOK] +You don’t know me like that +I judge a hustla how he hustle +I judge a lover how she love ya +You judge a book by its cover +Pussy boy +You don’t know me like that +I got no problem wit’ gays +I got no problem wit’ Jay +You twist the words that I say +Gutta bitch +You don’t know me like that + +[VERSE 2] +So stop tha talkin’ +You couldn’t walk in these shoes +That I’m walkin’ +And that’s a fact +You wonder why you don’t see me too often +It’s cuz of that +Never gave me no love +But expect for me to give it back +Just cuz that boy ain’t no thug +Don’t mean that boy gon’ turn rat +Most time tha nigga who slugged up +Take down tha whole pack +Trayvon Martin had on black and a hoodie +White bitch thought he was a man of war +But in his hand +He had a juice, and a candy bar +Yeah they take it far +I guess wit’ no jewelry on +I look like tha type to take a car +I let my hair grow wild and crazy +I guess I’m tha type to rape a broad +Judgin’ tha struggle I got +Thinkin’ I like a certain type of women +Cuz the baby mother’s I got +But +[HOOK] +You don’t know me like that +I judge a hustla how he hustle +I judge a lover how she love ya +You judge a book by its cover +Pussy boy +You don’t know me like that +I got no problem wit’ gays +I got no problem wit’ Jay +You twist the words that I say +Gutta bitch +You don’t know me like that + +[BRIDGE] +Nobody wanna see me smile +They only wanna see me down +Nobody wanna see me smile +They only wanna see me down +Oh lawd + +[OUTRO] +You wanna be me +You couldn’t imagine +So many muthafuckas lyin’ +You wanna be me +You couldn’t imagine +So many muthafuckas judgin’ +It’s ugly +When people talk +But they don’t know you like thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crayola[Hook: (2x)] +Crayola, crayola +I ride different colors every day +I ain't playin' wit deez niggas, stuntin' like baby +Niggas in the hood hollin' Boosie gon crazy + +[Verse 1:] +(you might see me in a) +White challenger, white rims, white hat +Black challenger, black rims, black gat (TRY ME) +Blue challenger, blue rims, blue weed +Orange challenger, that dukes of hazard up in me +Lexus coupe, drop top so you can see +Painted candy red, bowlegged like candy red +On Sunday I be stuntin', I hop up in my Bentley +Thank the man up above for blessins he done sent me +Green charger, drop top, call it master splinter +Glocks cocked, wildin' out hangin' out the window +On Wednesdays I be chillin' but be swerv-IN +Smokin' purple in my 0-8 suburb-AN +Too many cars, ain't no room in my yard +I go low key and I can jump up in my bitch jaguar (I'm BAllIN!) +Feds follow me round, they nosy tryn'a see +But every car got tint, how you gon' know its me? + +[Repeat Hook: (2x)] +[Verse 2:] +I got the lime green drop top +Can't ride it if it's too cold, can't ride it if it's too hot +That thang'll make you pop +Flat screens in our trunk we got our own movies +So you ain't gotta go to the theater, just call Boosie +And that yellow yellow on my shit +Match wit my yellow watch, girls on my dick +People don't understand how I floss like this +People like is that a cable cord round your wrist? +You know we ball on the week-END +A line of cars, bad broads tryn'a jump IN +Same color as my whip, I'm real fly +Yellow, yellow, green, green, my self esteem high +When it be rainin' man I jump in my old school +When its a game its like a train when we roll thru +Ya feel me man? +Big stacks on deck, get out the big dawg's way +I'm like, what I'm gon' drive today? +Crayola crayola + +[Repeat Hook: (2x)] + +[Verse 3] +Now all through the week +I be in the street (THUGGIN) +Looking real flashy and my whip real nasty +Leave church on Sunday, jump up in my Bentley +Thank the man up above for blessins he done sent me +Now Monday I'm back stuntin', I jumped up in my Charger +The red one, the wet one, had them hoes like *hoooo* (BOOSIE) +Navigation on my whip, I can't go wrong +Candy red on that bitch, on the mirror chrome +Night time, the right time, I be swervin' +Smokin' purple in my 0-7 suburb-AN +Monte Carlo all black, this Crayola shit is real talk +And when I floss I let them birds out +Gave my momma my Corvette, that silver thang +A nice house flossed out, with some diamond rings +People in the hood like "Boosie you ignorant" +But daughter, like daddy, you sick with this +Crayola +[Repeat Hook: (2x)]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do It Again[Boosie:] +Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout, if you a press rewind if I ain't have shit, make a nigga wonder sometime fa real (ohhh oooohh do it againnnn, do it againnn) + +[Verse 1:] +Now if I ain't have shit would she still love, a nigga hair all nappy underarms musty, if I wasn't boosie bad ass would she still fuck me, tell the truth would me n you ever had an discussion, would you do it again, get away from all your friends, would you still be happy if I ain't have no bens sometimes I ask myself, would she forgive me for them other kids I had on her long night on the corner all the nights I jumped on her, chill mama but mama just a little girl, I'm 17 she 15 we having a little girl, she keep it guttah gotta give her dat, she say she tired but if she tired tell me why she ain't leave yet, never had a job over a week I really spoiled her when we go eat she beyonce and I'm sean carter, if I worked at burger king and approached you smelling like onion rings would she do half the things she done to me + +[Chorus:] +If I could'nt give you the finer thangs, the money, the whips and the diamond rings +Would you do it again +I wanna know, I wanna know +Would you do it again +I wanna know I wanna know +And if I didn't have my baller status +And if you wasn't asked with the 7 carats +Would you do it again +I wanna know I wanna know + +Would you do it again +I wanna know I wanna know + +[Verse 2:] +If she brought me home to her mama, she disagree with her decision, would you wild out if she threatened to put her child out, would she still go get them birds for me slang that syrup for me be at court extra early for me (sometimes I ask myself) put her on her first plane, told her do her thang took her to emmitt 5 g's on a pinky ring, if I wasn't boosie boo would she ride for me, would she had layed down took that pain and have that child for me, she kept it real from the start she ease my brain, was it the chain, was it the game, was it the name, she stayed faithful that's why I love her through thick n thin, made visits n commisary when I hit that pin, I had my homework she had her homework, she went from drawers to thong work I'm a fool with it, if I worked at mickey d's and hooked you up with a #3 would you be nice and give your number to me + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3:] +With all the money I got and all the whips that I buy if I ain't have nothing would you still be by my side, if I ain't have this status no purple jus reggie if I ain't have no daddy I'd be diggin [?], I'll still be selling off the store no fresh golds no fresh clothes no bad hoes sad hoes girl would you still be my hoe, no fendi no prada no gucci can't buy that would you still lay under me at night time in the projects, no diamond chains from emmit a honda no bentley, would you still go low if I ain't have this image no sean john cologne no deodorant my odor strong, would I fuck these red bones if I ain't have my bread long, rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck me, no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me, just rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck'd me no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Not My Nigga[Intro] +Bleek mode... Bleek mode... Bleek mode... +Shit... + +[Verse 1] +I remembered I called home and Nita Crying +She told me that my dawg gone I'm like bae you lying +Cold part it's the birthday of my nigga Ivy' +They stole my heart but now plenty 'bout to die (whoo lord) +I Dropped the phone sit on my bed scratch my head +Wishing he could rise back from the dead +Not my nigga mayne, they... got my nigga mayne, I... +Think of [?]... Wonder how Myrie crying... +I can't be by her side... Now that's my childie Myrie +And when I'm balling shinin' (I'm shining) +I can feel him smiling +Drinking out the bottle (woooh!) +I'm gonna miss you wildin' (woooh!) +I'm wigging for my nigga +We was like Jorda and Pippen +Look at the boy's wrists I miss my boy dilly +Me and my boy fucked some bad bitches +I fuck her bitch he fuck her friend friend, yeah +We even had sisters... +I missed you last Christmas +Your momma last Christmas +Needed you there with me (I Had) +Cancer in my kidney +[Hook] +No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no nooooo... +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah they got my nigga mayne +No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no nooooo... +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah they got my nigga mayne + +[Verse 2] +I miss my nigga mayne +We was off the chain +Sometimes I feel blame +Cuz I showed him cocaine +We was o'dog and n 'cain +We like Tony - Manny +But my nigga can fuck my sister tho +This Tony won't shoot Manny (I promise) +He ain't blood but family +We like Duke and Tay Tay +Who mayne I miss my nigga (I Miss Bleek) +That I mean I miss my AK... +They Hit 'em with the AK +Now they hollering mayday +The hurricane has started +These some strong waters +Me and you in them chargers +Retarded clutching 40's +Riding till 6 in the morning +We like D in Donkey +I miss my lil homie +RIP to Ivy, nigga fuck that +Bleek up there with the big homie +I know how pain be... +I know how Bun B feeling loosing Pimp C +Ever since the day I lost Bleek +It's hundrerd round for Bleek +Last night I woke up couldn't sleep +Tears falling from my cheek +Had a nigga like... +[Hook] +No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no nooooo... +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah they got my nigga mayne +No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no nooooo... +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah they got my nigga mayne + +[Outro] +If you lost your nigga put em up +Let me see your hand +Let me see your hand +Let me see your hand +If you miss your nigga put em up +Let me see your hand +Let me see your hand +Let me see your hand +How you feel when you get full of them tree's +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigg... +When you think about way back in the Jeep +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Swing wide, swing wide +It's replay for my nigga mayne +Know why nigga? +Cuz I want a replay for my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayne +Not my nigga mayneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +TrueBoosie Bad Azz + +True story +True story + +Everybody got somebody they'll always love +No matter who they wit' +They'll always love that special somebody +True story +True story + +[HOOK] +This is a story about this girl I fell in love with +True story, true story +This is a story about this girl that I met +True story, true story +This is a story about this girl that I'm forever in love wit' +This is a story about this girl that I could never forget +Never forget her + +[VERSE 1] +Never gon' forget tha day +First time I saw ya +Know some girls play hard to get +But shit she played harder +Had a smile that made me weak +Had 2 solids just like me +She was only 15, body like she 23 +Was it love at first sight? +It sholl felt like it that to me +First time we sexed, Boosie was speechless +All I could say is OMG +The love only increased as she pushed out my oldest child +(Ivy) +Tears and smiles +That's why I could never forget her +Played on her, made other babies on her +In tha projects, me and you +Eggs and rice every morning +All night on tha corner sellin' D +Tryna buy something sweet for you +Then we elevated to a big ol' mansion +Ain't that some shit +Boosie tat all over her bodyframe +Ain't that my bitch +Gon' always love her +Sat in prison, and I was missin' her +Lookin' at her photos in my cell, a sad prisoner +Even though she broke the code +Ratted, and hurt my soul (damn) +Ima always have love for Walnita +Lord knows +Look +[HOOK] +This is a story about this girl I fell in love with +True story, true story +This is a story about this girl that I met +True story, true story +This is a story about this girl that I'm forever in love wit' +This is a story about this girl that I could never forget +Never forget her + +[VERSE 2] +Now this next girl (True story) +She fucked up my whole world +Called me by my first name (Torrance) +Different from other girls +We both grew up around gangsta shit +So instantly we clicked +Fell hard for each other, so she was instantly my bitch +But she was slick, she was a cheater +But I looked over so much +Never could turn my back, like I was 'pose do her +We switched schools +I switched girls, she switched dudes +It was crazy +But when we see each other, she was back my ol' lady +And everybody knew about Boosie and Black +(Boosie mess wit Nicole) +Remember I cried to ya Mama, Ms. Debra +Tellin' her to tell you to come back +Couple years past, we moved in +I had 3, ain't want another so I'm like no +Now we ruined (Won't be the same) +The love we shared +I must admit, it was all that +Ain't shit changed cuz when I see you, It come all back +You still my dawg Black +You got a fam, I got a fam +Gon' always love ya +But fuck it, I'm just gon' fall back +[HOOK] +This is a story about this girl I fell in love with +True story, true story +This is a story about this girl that I met +True story, true story +This is a story about this girl that I'm forever in love wit' +This is a story about this girl that I could never forget +Never forget her + +[HOOK 2] +Once you got a past with somebody like that +It's hard to forget them (Ya'll been through so much) +No matter, it don't matter who you wit' +You gon' always love them (Don't even matter you love 'em) +True love it don't never never end +Even if you try to hold back (It don't end) +Forever in love wit' you girl, and I want you to know that +True story, true story + +[HOOK] +This is a story about this girl I fell in love with +True story, true story +This is a story about this girl that I met +True story, true story +This is a story about this girl that I'm forever in love wit' +This is a story about this girl that I could never forget +Never forget herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Hope You Make It[Intro] +Boosie Badazz +I'ma send this out, to all the niggas doin 30-40 years, life sentences, fightin' life sentences and shit +Send this out to that woman with HIV, tryna make it, you know, for that nigga, shootin' that ball tryna go to the league you know, hope you make it + +[Verse 1] +For my black sister who have it hard, tryna find rides for her kids right now +Her baby daddy on a bid right now +I hope your days are filled with laughter, no tears after +I pray your man done learned some sense, all them years captured +Jump out the gym, this lil nigga, he touched the shot clock +But his friends thugs, will his thugs, be his shot block +He cooked a rock pot, I hope your friends solid and still +I pray forgiveness for all the real niggas, if you listenin' + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Anthony Hamilton] +I hope you make it, through the struggle, know a nigga love you, say thug I woke up early to pray for you, God's got a plan for you +I hope you make it, through the hard times, we can don't stop, babygirl, I woke up early cuz i'm prayin' for you + +[Verse 2] +Babygirl, I hope you make it, through that pregnancy, through that car wreck, that fucked up your face, your feet, changed your life, made your nigga leave +Single momma I hope you make it through this drama and what this world got comin' +Its hard to live by the rules when your lil girl got nothin, you strugglin' +He facin' life and 40 years, bein' lawyer to his peers, he'll get out and get to the biz, he need a lawyer though +She just 16, she got two kids, momma don't wanna watch her kids +You tell her you love her, you got her, she need a father +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Anthony Hamilton] +I hope you make it, through the struggle, know a nigga love you, say thug I woke up early, God's got a plan for you +I hope you make it, through the hard times, we can yours mine, it ain't over thug, God got a plan for you + +[Verse 3] +Do your time, I pray your time get easy, after three or four years +I pray your trigger get easy, after three or four kids +I pray for that playground, no violence +Pray for that playground, your patnas +Pray they don't lay down your patnas +It ain't safe in your projects +I pray they cut my taxes down +Don't bring a rat around +I pray for freedom for all the real niggas +B.G. gone walk it out +I pray the rats stop talkin' now +Pray he don't leave it at the house +Murder one, his nigga lost, he sniffin soft now + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Anthony Hamilton] +I hope you make it, through the struggle, know a nigga love you, I been thinkin all night, I said a prayer for you, God got a plan for you +I hope you make it, through the hard times, we can don't stop, no need to have an ol lady if she ain't gon grind with you, I hope ya'll make it +I hope everybody see better days, no hate in me +I hope you make it, ooh through the hard times, know a nigga love ya, know we prayin for ya, hope you make it, hope you make it make it yea, hope you really make it, hope you really make it +I hope you make itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How She Got Her NameThat's how she got her name +That's how she got her name + +[Verse 1] +She was a church girl, parents gave her everything +Had the best education but weak for conversation +She was chasing a life that she was blind to really +Fell hard for D-boys that never took her serious +And the L word made the church girl turn lame +Lil liquor in her system now she flipping, gettin' trained +Dude trip she move on now her sex sheet now river long +Nose still to the sky like she on, pussy wet she smell creed on Bond number 9 +Ocean pussy, she was bad now the bitch ain't even fine +Look in her iPhone, every baller in the city +Now she sexually transmitted, don't know who even did it +Now she pointing fingers, need to reverse that finger +Got her daddy feeling bad like he a worthless preacher +People look and shake their heads, their conversation is her upbringing +That's how she got the name Quick Fuck Tina + +[Chorus] +People use to love her, but she don't know +And she don't know +That's how she got her name +That's how she got her name +People use to love her, but she don't know +And she don't know +That's how she got her name +That's how she got her name +[Verse 2] +Let me tell you about Dirty Diana, she really come up with nothing +Uncle use to touch on her he was really a monster +And it affected her, gang banged niggas they respected her +The reason they respected her; she loved setting niggas up +Cut throat from her own granny, taking cash +A nigga break up with her, she send niggas to his stash +She was envious, fuck her best friend boyfriend +Tell her leave her boyfriend then she fuck her best friend +Had a face full of sympathy but heart cold-blooded +Stayed fresh all the time but her little girl had nothing +She would con people, everybody not some people +Steal your birth date, your social and have you wanted by the folk +Got worst when she turned to cocaine for a high +She was a no brainier, loose cannon and all that +Set a young nigga up for like two hunnid stacks +He came back, Rest in Peace Dirty Diana + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3] +Now Katie the Chaser, mama was a gold-digger +She looked up to her so she took the same road with her +Mama use to tell her if he ain't on don't talk +Showed her how to put on M.A.C, even showed her how to walk +Katie was real pretty nice ass, nice titties +15 had a nigga, 25 really gettin' it +He went to prison, she moved on, it was an never ending cycle +On to the next baller, her last she don't even write him +Go to rap concerts just to get backstage +Know it's a high percentage, they see her she getting saved +Gold chain, gold earrings, kept her a Benz +Played big head Tony when she really got in +Tony fell, she went to gold mouth L +He been around, let her run his ho shop a lil bit shit he put her down +Years later saw Katie and her weight decreased +Gold mouth dun gave her HIV, Katie the Chaser + +[Chorus]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Chasin’ My DreamsWhen I was small +My mama told me (my mama told me) +Whatever you want to be (whatever you wanna be) +You can do it (you can do it boosie) +Aiight +I said aiight mama +I'mma do it + +[Verse 1] +I send this out to everybody wit dreams +Who trynna chase they dreams by any means +You might wanna be a lawyer a doctor +Whatever +Do whatever you want +You can do it if you put yo mind to it +Talkin' rap stars trap stars +If you work hard +You can be the best at what you doing +That's a fact boy +I know you from the hood +Shit don't look good +But that don't mean you can't make it out +Be in a nice house +Keep ya head up +Never say you can't +Love yourself if you feel nobody loves you +You can be bigger then jigga +Have your own cologic +Money like Oprah Winfry and Raven Samone +You keep shooting that ball +You keep getting tall +You might be headed to the NBA any day +Gotta pray to god to guide you home +So hit yo knees +If you believe then you can achieve +Take the game from me +Boosie Bad Azz +[Hook] +Since an itty bitty kitty +I've been chasn' my dreams +I dreamed this on my desk +Back in middle school (2x) +Since an itty bitty kitty +I've been chasn' my dreams +I'mma be all I can be by any means +Say that +Since an itty bitty kitty +I've been chasn' my dreams +I dreamed this on my desk +Back in middle school + +[Verse 2] +Middle School (kill da world) +Boosie lets ride +High School (McKinley High) +Handful of rocks +17 years old I was the man on the block +Fat knots two at the bottom four at the top +18 I was ready (hustle) +19 ready +20 in a beamer living the movie belly +For real I ain't no wanna-be +Bitch I'm a gonna-be +Told my son you can be better then me if you wanna-be +Got ya mind made up and it can happen +I told the principle every time I got paddled +That one day I'll be rich wit alotta nice car +He told me shut up +You gone be behind bars +And you can be a star +And never ever quit +If he ain't doing nothing +He don't need to tell you shit +Say that +When I was 5 my mama +Looked at her son and +Told me boy you gone +Break hearts cause you to cute for just one +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m a Dog[Intro: Lil Boosie] +I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a muthafuckin dog +Make that gangsta shit like set it off +Make that gangsta shit like big money +Smoking on that purple + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Lights, camera, action pose +I know I'm looking good for these hoes I'm like +People compare me to Pac so off top I'm like +This gangsta shit don't stop when I drop it's like +That Lil nigga Boosie he ride on chrome +That Lil nigga Boosie he get his shine on +I'm too real for t.v. but now I live on t.v +Ain't drop an album in 2 years and I'm still on t.v +I got a swag so retarded like +The girls are like boosie fuck me harder bitch +Niggas say they gone kill me but Boosie like +I knock you out smoke a blunt shoot a movie like +Yeaaaaaaaaa +Fuckin right I'm all that +I crack yo fuckin head with a ball bat +I got the streets on lock +I got the hoes pussy wet +After the show I'm like +Next, next next, next, next, next +[Hook x2: Lil Boosie] +I'm a muthafuckin dog(I'm a dog) +I make that gangsta shit like set it off(I'm a dog) +I'm bout my money nuthin funny bout my paper chasing movement +Left my show got my doe all bout my cash flow + +[Verse 2: Lil Phat] +I'm a muthafuckin dog(I'm a dog) +In the club I make these bitches get off like bow bow bow +If you don't know me now you know me +Fuck the talking nigga you gon have to show me +Is you rollin cause I'm rollin +Is you ready cause I'm ready +Is you scary I ain't scary +Shipped back the casket? +I'm dumb retarted stupid done lost my mind fuckin with Lil Boosie(Badazz)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thug in My Life[Talking] +Attention ladies I'm tired of playin +Why the fuck you tryin fuck when you know you gotta man +Wonder if my girl like that thank about it +That's what got me packin and I'm out it +Lets go + +[Verse one] +She keep on askin me bout hoes everyday +But I'm comin home to you so fuck what these hoes say +But its time to go +So now I'm searchin at the club +So I can find somebody just like me a straight thug +With a heart of a winner who fix me breakfast for dinner +Who won't fuss when I get home just let go up in her +That's what I'm lookin for +A girl who far from a rookie bra +But she gotta be raw so all my haters could look at her +So thru the door came this click of lil cuties +And I was hopin one of them would like to get with lil boosie +So I picked the rawest one out the click +Grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this + +[Chorus: repeat] +I need a thug in my life +And you ain't gotta be my wife +Just hold me down when its tight +And we gone ride on first class +And you ain't gotta be afraid +Anything you want you ask +[Verse two] +Now on the first day she told me +That we could only be friends +Say she was hurt once before by this lil nigga with ends +Ran into me bout her problems as she lay on the pillow +Told me how her momma died and how her pops was a killer +Told me how she lost her virgin to this nigga who lied +Broke her heart told her he loved her just to get up inside +That's when we went on a ride to New Orleans +I made her smile the whole time +I laced a bottle with wine and told her this is how it should be +And asked her can have her heart she said could be +I told her bout my lifetime that's when she started to cry +Told me she coulnd't believe that I was walkin the life +I told all I want from her is her heart +Don't worry bout the sex we can do that when you want start +She ain't want to go home so I let her stay with me +And whispered in her ear right before she lay to sleep + +[Chorus: repeat] + +[Verse three] +As time went on we got on (we got on) +Now three months later we majoring back and forth to Las Vegas +Smokin on Garcia Vega and my hoes mad +I told them get they shit together now they see all leather +On my wrist is the better see my bitch bout whatever +And she was taught by ?Torrance? so she was taught by the devil +Wasn't no thug when I met her but I seen it up in her +But she love my thug pleasures so I got me a winner +Breakfast or dinner she happy for a thug on time +And when we fuckin she be screamin like I'm touchin her spine +I know I'm touchin her mind cause she ain't never had a thug +Who fucked in a suit over the city in a tub +And money don't change her +She stay the same thru thick and thin +Kept her pussy in her draws when I went off to the pen +That's why I depend she more than a friend +She the one who took the charge when the do' got kicked in +Ya heard meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ain’t Coming Home Tonight[Verse 1:] +I got a call from a friend who I used to love +She told me meet me at the bar at my favorite club +I Sat down got my drink from my favorite wine +Den I felt a cold rush coming from behind +She grabbed my waist and whispered in my ear +Thug I miss you +We need to talk cause me and my man, we got sum issues +We started remininesin bad times and the good times +Like my first line +You cute, will u be mine? +Smelling just like how I remember +She was looking fine +And I ain't coming home tonight +Thats whats on my mind +Tell my girl I got studio time +Go snatch a rentle cause my car draw to much attention +We hit da room +We got to drankin and shit +And off top I was gon think with my dick +We hit da embassy suites +Man she turned 2 a beast +She introduced me to her tongue ring and put me to sleep + +[Chorus:] +I ain't coming home tonight +I know it ain't right (x3) +Cause tonight I'm on flight +Tonight I'm on flight +[Verse 2:] +Just had a concert +I'm tired and my lungs hurt +Wen she walk n vip with a high skirt +She had a azz like buffy +She turned me on +I even went started blushing wen I saw ha thong +She grabbed my cheeks and said ohh u so cute +She had a girl dat wanted webbie +She was cold too +I asked can we come in see em before we take it in +I hit they spot +I hit da tub +She start laughing then +Dont look like ain't comin home tonight +Cause da conversation right and da vibe is tight +Man she came to da bed +With a tshirt and a draws on +As soon as she lay onside boosie +I got a hard on +I put my hand up on ha thighs +Den I rub dat coochie +I herd her moan up unda ha breath " oh boosie" +Dat pussy soakin wet +Man we all on da floor +I hit ha from da back +And it's a fact dat I ain't comin home +[Chorus] + + +[Verse 3:] +Me n my girl just had a fight +I gotta get away +Look like I ain't coming home 4 a couple days +I hit da plane +I Chill +Put on my shades +On da plane came shhh +Now I'm in a daze +I approached her +U remember them lil boosie days? +I broke ya virgin at 15 +Now u feel played +By the way +Why them bruises on yo fuckin face? +She said my man still bringing up that boosie case +Whats yo destination? +Florida +Thats what I'm goin too +I'm at da same hotel u at +Room 102 +And u can come to my room +But she said no +She said no u can come too mines +I got a surprise +I walked up into da room +And smell was da best +She had on a lil red dress..... +[Chorus] + +[Instrumental]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Roller Coaster Ride[Intro] +Peace seems so hard to find +Peace seems so hard to find + +[Verse 1] +I've been tryna find some peace, but can't find an ounce +Just lost my auntie Keisha, monster got her, breast cancer +My nigga Dame on trial and they tryna flip him +Sanches fightin' the rope, they tryna kill him +Mike Brown shot down, they goin' to war about it +This happen everyday in my hood, they just don't talk about it +Plus a nigga on parole +One feet in the pen, one feet at the door +You know how that go +Parole tax a nigga, you don't like it get the fuck on +I don't like your bitch ass, nigga, you gettin' stepped on +Too many bitches callin' my line +People that I know they keep on dyin' + +[Hook] +Roller coaster ride +Not many ups, too many downs +(Peace seems so hard to find) +Roller coaster ride +Not many ups, too many downs +(Peace seems so hard to find) +[Verse 2] +So many niggas gon' bitch made, switchin' up +Stay out my lane, pussy nigga, I'll hit you up +This world crazy, gotta show 'em what a man 'bout +Wake up, too many fuckin' people got their hand up +Try and do the right thing, what my P.O. tell me +But who I'm gon' hang 'round? All my niggas felons +Can't trust too many niggas snitchin', all these niggas tellin' +Do any hoes love me for me? All these bitches guessin' +Duckin' IRS, fuckin' girls who mess +Don't want me to have a gun, now you tryna wet me +So I go get 40 acres and a mule +Came home strong, multi on the cooch +Damn, people judgin' from the start +Always talk about crime, never talk about my heart +Who been about his business, true, fed the whole city, true +Same motherfuckers when you go to jail shit on you +Shit scary over here, I got a sicker crew +Anything got a dick in it when I spit at you, nigga +So I ain't even worry about you niggas +Now I don't give a fuck about you niggas + +[Hook] +Roller coaster ride +Not many ups, too many downs +(Peace seems so hard to find) +Roller coaster ride +Not many ups, too many downs +(Peace seems so hard to find)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Show The World (Remix)We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel it, lil hustler +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel it, lil nigga + +Look, I came home to show the world +Same Boosie, same music that exposed the world +Of all his wrongs, the real and what's goin on +I touch a million peoples heart wit every song +Its my grind, my time no exceptions homie +Nobody coming,like I'm coming +Theres no pressure on me +Five years me against the world, Pac feeling +Why you buy all that jewelry? I'm a project nigga +Came home to lay the real off +Hoping kids learn from my mistakes and take a different route +I represent for the real. its always real talk +So if you hating on boosie thats your fault +Real quality street music defines me +Murder, raps, drugs, daps remind me +That i gotta show the world that they can't stop me +Came home swinging like rocky, its knock out time! + +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel it, lil hustler +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel it, lil nigga +All i ask is you listen and learn +Nothing was given in the world, i earned +Everything, so i deserve everything +Ask my fans bout me they gone tell you boosie special mane +Cause i speak when people need to hear +And this year i promise you gone be seeing it clear that I'm the man +The hood helping hand, don't trip +The hood miss me like tiny love tip +And this time I'm going hard, gotta get it man +Got my own clothing line now, business man +Diabetes steady working on my kidneys man +But that just makes me go harder and live smarter +Bad ass TNT, the new world order +God keep blessing me cause I'm a good father +Got my own haircut boosie fade, hip hop for now on +We gonna call this the Boosie days + +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel it, lil hustler +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel it, lil nigga + +K. michelle +I remember when i lost all hope +So much drama, can't take no more +My heart won't beat i can barely breath +Momma on her knees please praying for me +No food to eat, no place to sleep +I just wanna say No body would believe +All up on the radio telling my story +From the hundred to the million, i ain't got no worries +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel it, lil hustler +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel it, lil nigga5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Booty TalkShe Gotta, She gotta walk that walk and booty talk oh yeah +We got bad ass in here tonight and lil Webbie ya heard me +This how it's goin down look Webbie + +[Verse 1:] +I got a 5'9" light brown juve +She got a coke bottle well shaped booty +And when she walk she booty talk +Twerkin like she Marshall Faukins +She get loose when she up in the dark +She in the clubs and they jumpin like some elbows +Comin out her Ecko's +Make u wanna cop her take her shoppin at the Metro +I'm knowin if i grab dat ass i ain't gon let go +So i'm gon act like i don't even see her when she tiptoe +But look though i'm ballin +From Cali to New Orleans +I b seein cuties walkin doin nuttin but booty talkin +Come here and run here and let a thug dress +Put that Gucci on ya booty and make everybody swear she +Got a walk like damn girl back it up cuz u blockin all the fan and im hot +And gurl u turn me on when u make dat ass wop +Later on we goin home and im goin make that ass fot +Now drop it like its hot and clap 3 times +That ass all on her spine +I wonder if she got a mind like she got a behind +I ain't lyin im tryna hit her when that 9 booty talk +[Chorus x2:] +Now when she rock them tight jeans all the big dawgs scream yeah +Thats thatbooty talk +When she walkin through the park and u c that ass ? +Thats that booty talkin 2 ya ain't nothin comin out her mouth + +[Verse 2:] +I got a real fine cutie like she playin on a movie +But everybody talkin bout her tipdrill booty +Her hips like clips that go in a nine +Her lips like eve she hard to find +She lookin back at that booty she know that she sick +But i heard big booty girls can't take no d*ck +She got them watermelon ***** let me suck on 1 +And them bazookas n da back let me rub on 1 +Her click name NBA Nothin But Ass +Jumpin clean out they pants everytime they dance +Ray Charles could c dat booty when its up in the light +He might say Georgia Georgia dats wat i like +I like it when u make it fight +Evanda and Mike Ty TO and Jerry Rice +That booty like shootin dice +U might fall all though the door when she come out them draws +I know wat i want 4 christmas a big booty santa claus yeah +Man im the realest all the big booty girls feel this +So exercise when u hear this +[Chorus x2] +She gotta booty like Shenana u kno i ain't lyin +Got me growlin like a lion when she walk though the line +Put a glass on that ass when she stand straight up +Damn i c wat her mama gave her +I like it when she make it clap +When she rock that baby phat +Got my thang hard like superman knee caps +She make a thug relapse +Gurl u kno u a fool +Plus u hotter than a oven kno a thug need u +Well look here girl wit that thong on yo back +Make me look good n the hood when u n that cadillac +Matta fact count stacks and get high +Put a seatbelt on them thighs and lets take a long ride +Look the question is y yo booty so wide +Like im pickin up a couch tryna take it inside +She gotta face on her shoulders plus the body +Tight jeans and spandex is wat she rockin +And she a real dime piece she cook and she clean +But she always have problems puttin on them jeans +Naw booty talk get in there booty talk get in there +Walk dat walk and booty talk + +[Chorus x1]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Heartless Hearts[Hook] +No one care about this heart of mine +(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) +Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line +Maybe that will help this heart of mine + +[Verse 1] +I got this heartfelt thug shit +Because my heart has been broken and stolen +Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’ +Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror +Watching my back across the track with my main hitter +I need a pat on my back, I need a favor +I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater +I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road +Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four + +[Hook] +No one care about this heart of mine +(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) +Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line +Maybe that will help this heart of mine + +[Verse 2] +This heart probably can’t be fixed no way +Real talk, it been broken like that +Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that +Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack +He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat +She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that +You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back +I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that +Need a second line to bring some memories back (that's Lil' Bleek and Lil' Ivory) +[Hook] +No one care about this heart of mine +(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) +Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line +Maybe that will help this heart of mine + +[Verse 3] +If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand +Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand +He lost Lil' Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man +Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head +Snaked Lil' Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand +I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand +I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me +Go right back in that struggle with me +Sometimes I feel +Sometimes I feel + +[Hook] x 2 +No one care about this heart of mine +(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama) +Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line +Maybe that will help this heart of mineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Miss Kissin’ on You(you) +Boosie badass +When you miss somebody, you miss somebody +That's how it is (straight up) +I'm a send this out to the few women I was in love with (wassup) + +Oooh I miss kissin on +I miss kissin on you +You know I miss kissin on you +I miss kissin on (you) +Miss touchin on you baby +I miss touchin on you +I miss touching on you baby +I can't stop thinki about (you) +I can't stop thinkin about you girl +I can't stop thinkin about (you) +I can't stop thinkin about you girl + +Why do I feel so lonely in a major way? +You know this shit was real and you know it baby +I didn't wanna baby, It did drive you crazy +Even though you gotta man you forever my lady + +I miss sippin on your daiquiris +I miss your macaroni and cheese, yes indeed +With no care, I hit you bare, you know wassup +Knew when your body would nut, I taught you everythang +Make you cry, make you smile, at the same time +Dumb shit, baby girl I miss your tongue kiss +Miss layin in the bed with you +Miss your people and the soul food they fed a nigga +Most of all I miss you, I'm havin flashbacks +Of you comin across the track with your hair wrapped +Miss talkin on the phone til' the early morning +Making love off Keith Sweat songs +No one can do me like (you) + +I miss kissin on you +You know I miss kissin on you +I miss kissin on (you) +Miss touchin on you baby +I miss touchin on you +I miss touching on you baby +I can't stop thinki about (you) +I can't stop thinkin about you girl +I can't stop thinkin about (you) +I can't stop thinkin about you girl + +Trina + +It's no mistake that I'm amazin, the epitome +You kissin, touchin, lovin my body, the things you do to me +You keep it true to me, all this shit ain't new to me +I been messin with ballers kept me laced in top jewlery +A hood nigga like you, yeah I like that +Your swaggs on point and you keep me comin right back +When you text I write back, yeah right back + +I know you like that, that's why I handle that + +Bedroom lights off, we kissin slow to a track +It ain't even bout the sex, I crave the gangsta way you act +When you all up in that, you so smooth with it +That's why I never hesitate to say "daddy come and get it" + +I got my Vicky's on and Diamond Princess perfume +I can't help but think about the things we do up in the room +When it's just me and you +A fantasy come true +I can't describe Ooohhh +I miss kissin on you + +I miss kissin on you +You know I miss kissin on you +I miss kissin on (you) +Miss touchin on you baby +I miss touchin on you +I miss touchin on you baby +I can't stop thinkin about (you) +I can't stop thinkin about you girl +I can't stop thinkin about (you) +I can't stop thinkin about you girl +I swear to god I miss it all +The way that you would call +Beatin up your pussy, knockin pictures off the wall +In the studio thinkin to myself, "I got one song left, and I'm comin home to you" + +Love it when I hit you from the back and you look back at me +Our sex attractive, like metal to a magnet +Turn that T.I. On, that's her shit right there +Get drunk, now she hollerin, "that's her dick right there" + +I send this out to the ladies who had my head gone +A pretty black girl, a couple red bones +I guess we learn from each other cause we steppin-stones +With kids now like "damn, that's how it is now" + +Ridin to New Orleans, laughin the whole time +Livin life with out a care, walking down cannery +I remember how you smell, the polish on your toes +Remember the first time you went down low +Nobody did it like (you) + +I miss kissin on you +You know I miss kissin on you +I miss kissin on (you) +Miss touchin on you baby +I miss touchin on you +I miss touchin on you baby +I can't stop thinkin about (you) +I can't stop thinkin about you girl +I can't stop thinkin about (you) +I can't stop thinkin about you girlEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +MoviesI thank these niggas scared of me mane (Its cool though) + +Nigga bump my shit, nigga see me don't even holla at me +I bump yo shit nigga I'mma holla at you (But fuck it I'mma real nigga) + +Before I lay me down to sleep I know that they don't want no beef +I thank these nigga scared (2x) + +[Verse 1 - Boosie] +I wanna thank god for blessing me to hit you with this recipe +Yeah, you got more bread then me bitch +But I know you scared of me, bitch +Don't wanna holla, bitch +I'm bout a dollar +I done came so sick now I'm a problem +Can't get no features on my album nigga scared of lil Boosie +So when you ask me what it do, I'mma tell 'em fuck you +And when you mention me its negative its never positive +They can down talk about me but I got a lot of skills +I got a lil though, to make these niggas suffer +Y'all rapping and rhyming I tell life stories motherfucker +You thank that you can hold me back +Bitch I been retarded +And I got respect regardless if I don't hit carpet +Look, I'm finna make 'em caught hell, you saw the XXL +Me and my lil nigga finna school a baby G and a real nigga +This game a nigga got a put yo hoes on my track +Have them selling top and bottom +That mouth and that cat +[Hook - Boosie] +All you niggas wanna be killas +Better know what you doing(2x) +Open ya eyes while you shooting +Ole' scary ass nigga + +All you rappers wanna be actors +Better stay in the movies +And don't fuck around with Boosie +I thank they scared mane I thank these nigga scared + +[Verse 2 - Boosie] +I took a walk by the big dogs, nigga turning they head +They listen to my music, but can't holla +Dem nigga scared +But its cool with me +Bitch you know where Boosie +In yo city on yo stage do what you gone do to me +After my shows I'm wit my fans giving kisses and hugs +While you get bodyguard by other punks who wanna be thugs +You niggas lying on yo records +Bitch you got me heated +Hannibal Lecter one of you bitches +Cut ya tongue out make you eat it +They burning my CD's, burning my CD's +Well that burning my CD's made the whole hood believe +Now they got my back no matter what +Every street, every alley, every corner with that fire marijuana +They got Boosie in the deck and Boosie got respect +When them other rappers hear me +I put goose bumps up on they neck +To his throne I'm a treat +Mane I'm young but I'm a vet +Mane I'm right behind you in line (Nigga) +And I'm next +[Hook] + +[Verse 3 - Boosie] +You niggas going platinum selling more then my click +But ain't nobody at yo shows +I know you feel like a bitch +Because yo street credit is nothing +Compared to me who thuggin' +And by the way on or under you'll one hit wonder +And I drop hit after hit +You ain't gotta fast forward shit +Just put me in and let me roll +I bet you say I'm ice cold +I'm shinning like a light pole +Got niggas looking' stupid +I got more ice then some of them clowns who play on movies +And Its bright night, I thank they scared of me +He saw his bitch checking me out now he handcuffing +If you ain't never lived that life then don't rap bitch +If you ain't never ran the streets +You need and map bitch and cold cut sandwich +I'mma tell ya I don't feel that nigga +He only show up once a year ole' mac rib ass nigga +So I be like foe I lay me down to sleep +I know that they don't want no beef, ahhhh +I thank these nigga scared + +[Hook out]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ain’t no 1 on 1Boosie Badazz + +That my motherfucking nigga you already know nigga + +[Lil Boosie] + +You already know im diving in nigga +That my nigga but he like my twin nigga +Through the trenches we get it on thats my Corleone +So that mean im riding with him if he right or wrong +Stomp you down put you to pieces this that southern smoke +That my little brother for my little brother i cut your fucking throat +My little sister just drugged a bitch with a loud mouth +Her whole click dived in like colombians +We deep in this bitch, put you to sleep in this bitch +Ain't no one on one girl im fucking you and your friend +If i got beef with a nigga then i got beef with his friend +And if my hitters in the dugout then im sending him in +Who up, we shoot up +That my dog, he got my back +Big Kirby one of you niggas and donkey you after that +My pitbulls full of scratching +They protect the king +Bitch im bucked up +And im fucked up +And im bout that +And thats what i mean + +[Webbie] + +Nigga fuck with my dog then its gone get retarded +Regardless whose fault it +Fuck all that im balling +And yall what im after +Somebody gone get stabbed up +Ain't no one on one +Im trying to light the whole camp up +Savage life bring the beef bout +Stomp all the niggas teeth out +Yall pussy ass niggas dont wanna see what we about +On the way to where drake stay +Bringing contraband to meek house +So the high go wherever we go +Grab all the hoes and then peace out +The beast out but it came out +Yall heard what i said huh +Betcha i betcha i catcha +So whoever is with ya dont end up selling ya +My niggas are donkeys +Get to jumping like monkeys +Jewelry bitches and money +So fuck you niggas like hunkeys +Either busting or hustling +Got to stay into something +Every time shit pop off ain't no secret im jumping +Stomping kicking and booting +We can bring it to shooting +So how yall niggas wanna do it +We been doing this bitch +[Lil Boosie] + +Coming through the club with my niggas and we bucking +If we standing then we spilling on each other +If we killing then we killing on the muscle +Nigga hating on another nigga hustle +Fuck that my nuts fat +Drop them like bowling balls +Fuck that im out my body a nigga fuck with my dog +Were scrapping one of you niggas put they paws on you +Them pussy as niggas ain't gone do shit but call the law on me +Dont take nothing bout me for granted +Im a g thats what i said +Thats my shooter (knock the brains out your head) +That my nigga mara +Drop the top on your block +Real bananas 50 rounds these ain't no one on one shots +Daddy use to beat our ass if we ain't jump in a fight +Send us right back round the corner to fight +It ain't no one one one +He in the mix im in the mix +He in some shit im in some shit +Ain't no one on ones +If it is it ain't no clique +Ain't no snake +Ain't no coward +Ain't no bitch +Ain't no rat +So dont come round here tripping +Im telling you now +How we rockingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She Want Some[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Once again Boosie back cutin' up +I'm back up on the scene, but I'm shining brighter +Bad bitches on me I'm a certified piper +Weak ass rappers are you ready for the drama +In the club looking for my sixth baby momma +If I catch her with her draws down Imma do ya +I had to wait behind the wall like a convict, to run shit, turn up bitch +Cause [?] +I got red bones, Dominicans, and white girls too +Got my own clothing line, Boosie ready to shoot +Bad bitch in every state, nice ass pretty face +Girl, I'm back big money heavyweight +Boosie, badass + +[Hook] +Realest nigga in your town +In the club looking for the baddest bitch around +If I catch her lookin' at my eyes, Imma do her +If I catch her lookin' at my eyes, Imma do her +I'm from the [?], and I don't give a fuck +I know you thought I wouldn't be back, but you can't keep me down +Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me +This for the black bones, caramels, and bad ass yellow bones +She want some, me too, me too, me too, me too +Oh she want some, me too, me too, me too +It's that badass Boosie boy +[Verse 2] +I can't stand to have her, you heard bout me +My business, my business, don't worry bout me +You lookin' good, I want you bad +I want your body and your head +They call me nino cause C notes stacking taller +I'm gettin' bread +Got my [?], my Gucci shades +[?], you ain't really bout' that thug shit +Boy I show ya +Diamond rings, [?] +Stop playin' with me, stop playin' before you get exposed +Had a dime cause last night I bust her wide open +Her dude trippin', better chill +He must don't know I keep that bulldog barrel smokin' + + +[Hook] + + +[Verse 3] +You been givin' all your cookies to these rookies, girl stop +It's bout time you pussy pop in this clean drop-top +Oh you vet, now you wet, now you ready to play +That look in your eyes say you goin' go hard +Got a pocket full of money, I pay for it +Ain't tryin to wait for it, I pay for it +I know you want it, I can see it in your eye babe +Me too, so I ain't goin' let you slide babe +We got the bottles [?], with some bad ho's +You can't resist it you know you itchin' for this bankroll +So stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me +Cause I fuck that [?] and I don't give a fuck +[Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +PainI finally moved out my momma house +Got a happy home +Only thing fucked up, Daddy gone (Gone forever man) +Listen up this is real shit (Real shit) +It's fucked up when u got nobody to share it with (Fucked up) +Give my last so my grandma can see me now (See me now) +Smilin tellin everybody bout her grandbaby (her grandbaby) +T-Lady hold on all I got is you (Mama) +It's fucked up what I done put me and my mama through +What's happenin Ivory I know you lookin down watchin me +Everyday I got yo kids fresh from head to feet (All of em) +Wish I can put u in the bentley with the brown [? ] +I wish we never would've went out to that club +On the road to riches mane lost a flock of niggas +[? ] a whole block of niggas +Niggas bite the hand that feed em I done seen it all +Jus got a call... Slo dead... Not my fuckin dawg + +I never thought this pain last this many years +I... I never thought this pain last this many years +Still in tears +I... I never thought this pain last this many years + +I lost my daddy in a heartbeat +Real talk eyes turnin right in front me +Ever since I saw that shit... it hunt me +Pray for me cause I shake in my fuckin sleep +Wish I could[? ] shoot the 50 nigga +I shoulda put him under my wing and I miss him nigga +I told [? ] way back stop ridin with ya pack +He ain't listen +And now my nigga right back in penitentury he don't listen +I lost Ivory and it fucked me up +My whole life changed +Nigga put me up in beast mode +My heart cold +And as the years role +I wish that he could have everything I got +And a lil mo' +Yo kids love me nigga +My kids and yo kids call each other sister and brothers +You forever my lil hustler +Just saw yo gangsta at the car lot nigga and a tear dropped nigga +I never thought this pain last this many years +I... I never thought this pain last this many years +Still in tears +I... I never thought this pain last this many years + +Seem like it was yesterday +The mo money I get this shit hurt +I thought that would take the stress away +To see u smilin with yo chain countin money nigga +When Trina pulled you on stage you was stuntin nigga +But through it all mane you kno how we rock nigga +From the yo to the block to the hospital +Never again would I have another big dawg +But ya mama and kids I got em all but I + +I never thought this pain last this many years +I... I never thought this pain last this many years +Still in tears +I... I never thought this pain last this many yea2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Quit[Intro:] +Whats Up World +Just Got Out The Hospital Again +Lied To Ya Again +I Lied +But Im Back +But Im Back Bitch +And You Know I Got A Mothafucking Story To Tell +I Quit I Ain't Fucking With Dat + +[Verse 1:] +Ain't Dat Money A Motha Fucka It Have Ya Trapped +So Strong Dat It Make The Strongest Nigga Relaps +For Da Shit Dat He Dont Need Perhaps +Like Codeine +Yeah It Taste So Good But It Fucked My Kidney +Shortened Up My Liver +Now Im Back In Dis Position (Fucked Up) +Hospital Bed Icu With Da Living Dead +Thinner Then A Piece Of Thread +Ho's Peaking They Head In (Embarassing) +On Da Phone With They Best Friend Like Yeah Dats Him +I Went To Thinking Bout Daddy Their My Nigga Ivy +Pains In My Iv Holling God Why Me +Said A Prair To Myself Looked Up Saw Tootie Ti And I Right Their Im Like Awwwww +Tired Of Dis Halo Tired Of Dis Yellow Should've Said Know Im Hard Headed Though +I Felt Untouchable The Money Kept Pooring In +1 Sip Lead To 10 Im On Dat Drank Again +[Hook: x4] +I Quit It I Ain't Fucking With It I Say Dat All The Time I Quit I Quit I Quit Iquit + +[Verse 2:] +Im Having Nightmares I Can't Sleep +Can't Let The Reefa Spank Me +I Woke Up U Got To Thank B +Your Fans Read You Fucking Right +Ya Lil Man He Need His Daddy In His Life Got To Make A Change +Woke Up To Momma Momma Like Boy U Promised Me I Dont Know What Im Gone Do Girl You Know How Momma Be +2 Days Later Got My Caramel Flavor Hit Lil Junior On Da Razor Ill Be Home Later + +What Up Dog, What Up Man +Straight, Yeah Im Good Nigga +Can't Be Fucking With Dat Shit Mane,I Know I Ain't Fucking With Dat Shit No More Just Call Up Dis Money Nigga Money Fuck A Nigga Money Fuck A Nigga Up You Know You Know + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3:] +Went To Da Yo Got In My Zone And Wrote Dis Bitch +Didn't Even Know What To Name It But Iknew How To Brang It +I Got To Quit Dis Bull Shit +Everytime I Get Rich Sometimes I Get Sick +But I Travel On Da Road (Hard Times) Show For Show +Body Hurtin But I Got To Go +Got Children Nigga +Gone Feed Them Pottna +One Phone Call Dats All +We In The Van 5 Deep Time To Call Ball +And Get Da Conetent +Real Is How I Run Dat +Dat South Is Where I Hung At +Need To Stop Being Nice To People +Need To Start Saying I Ain't Got It +Need To Start Telling My Niggas Nigga Come Out Yo Pockets +Need To Take My Ass To Church +Say Dat All The TimeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Here We Go AgainBoosie Bad Ass Nigga +Here We Go Again +I Go Thru Mo Shit +Ian Lying, Too Much For One Nigga +Here We Again, Dam Shit Real Round My Way +Shit Way Too Real Round My Way +I'm Talking Real Pain Nigga Believe That + +[Hook16x] +Here We Go Again Pain + + +[Verse 1:Lil Boosie] +I Gotta Hold On,Cause I Been Struggling For So Long +Seem Like,When I Try To Do Right, It Go Wrong +In A Life Of A King Pin +Publicly Enemy Number One, In This Racists Ass State That I Live In +My Closely Friends They Don Got Me Indicted(Bitch Ass Snitch ) +Had The World Said I'll Never Return +My Side Bitch Went Usher, And Let Me Burn +Some Many People Switch Up Im Like Who Next To Turn +Say My Momma Gotta Blockage On Her Heart(Shits Real) +Plus Another One Of My Hommies, Just Got Killed +Plus I Just Had Pneumonia, Bad If You Want +Spent 10 Years With A Bitch Now We Don't Even Much Talk +And They Got Seven Different Clique Wanna Put Me In Chalk +BabyMomma Treating Me Like She Ain't Got No Heart(Huh Bruh) +So My Weight On My Shoulder And It's Heavy Hommie +On My Knees Every Night Cause The Devil Want Me + +[Hook16x] + + +[Verse 2:Lil Boosie] +Sometimes I Question Myself Why My Life Like This +Guess Im a Violater Can't Do Right For Shit +And My Chain And My Range Hide The Pain Inside +Ian Eat, For A Week, When My Main Mane Died +And I Cried Like A Baby When He Wanting His Bottle +Plus My Favorite Nephew,Just Taught Him About It +Last Year, Was A Hard One, Yes Indeed +Drity System They Was Trynna Put That Needle In Me +Plus This Diabetes Shit, Hold My Ass Ian Lying +Just Check My Sugar It Was 455 +Nusre Looking At Me Like You Know Thats Too High(I Know) +Eyes Getting Blurry God Don't Let Me Go Blind +Seven Kids Counting On Me, And They Love Me To Death +Only Thang That Make Me Smile, Is I Love'em To Death +Sometimes I Go Up In My Zone, Be Like Fuck This Shit +How Do A Nigga With So Much Money Struggle Like This(Look) + + +[Hook16x] + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +FBI Questioning Me About Public Official +If The Shit Was True, They Woulda Had They Issue +And Everything I Rap Make My Words Get Twisted +Hate Im Living In A World Full Of Snakes And Snitches +Gotta Watch Who I Fuck, Cause They Might Scream Rape +You Know Why The Scream Rape, Trying To Get A Nigga Cake +Nigga Words Come Out Smooth But They Heart Scream Hate +Father God I Didn't Betray How Much Mo' Can I Take +Wait, Got Everybody Watching Me +Life In The Public Eye So I'm Block For Peace +Ian Hide On The Streets, Thats A Dangerous Fame +Is My Dirt Coming Around, I Play The Dangerous Game +Granny Probably Looking Down Saying I Ain't Change +Mommma Cried When First Saw Me Lock In Chain +City Murder Rate High, Guess Who Get The Blame +Dam, I Just Explain, What I'm Sayin Is + +[Hook8x]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lay Me Down[intro:] + +Boosie Bad Ass Nigga on some real shit +From a real nigga to a real nigga + +[ Lil boosie Verse:] +I Lost My niggas in dese streets to dat gansta Lean pictures make it worse listen to dis sick ass +Verse from bad ass spit the same game to hoe's like da same clothes money bring power so we like da bankroll In my bed at night i cock and sit it next the lamp thinkin bout all my trill niggas we lost to Ta champ tears running down my momma eyes and it's the truth plenty nights yo son try but ma im boosie boo two dead in broad day light on da southside curb you ain't heard you in danger if you got dem birds plus my grandma lost her life mama house in flames uncle still drinking like the game dont change i can't sleep at night man dese nightmares dey eat me up surley i been laid off had to hit my knees bruh help me lord jeesus when im on my way home keep dem devils off my back and keep me strapped with dat chrome + +[Chorus:] +Now i lay me down ta sleep(down ta sleep) i pray ta lord my soul ta keep(soul ta keep ) if i should die before i wake(before i wake ) i pray ta lord my soul to take(soul to take) x2 + +[Shell Verse:] +Sometimes i wish i can change the world i probably could but ain't no tellin if i would cause im straight up out dha hood Knowin dat a niggah should my mama always taught me right from wrong and when you die baby life goes on dey say what goes around gotta come around and when it comes down to dha come down only gods gone hold ya down dats why when you see me by lonely and i ride by my self all my real niggas gone i only got a few left lord forgive me fo all my sins cus god knows all dha wrong i did im tryna shake back dats why i smoke sack from sack trynna reach god bhut dha devil on my back the judge trynna give my big dog nim life fo some bullshit you know dat shit ain't right i pray every night so i can sleep right cus in the day time dawg i live da street light + +[Chorus:] +Now i lay me down ta sleep(down ta sleep) i pray ta lord my soul ta keep(soul ta keep ) if i should die before i wake(before i wake ) i pray ta lord my soul to take(soul to take) x2 + +[Lil Webbie Verse] +Done did good done did dirt done stayed hood dha whole way i felt some like a fone humma i ain't feel coming not dat day in DAT way you can trust niggas or learn fast how to say fuck niggas my chest hurtin my vest hurtin my heart hurtin and i fuck whidd em he raised me grew up whidd em taught me some of dis street shit kinda nigga you ain't want beef whidd kindah made me wonda how dha hell he slip dat just goes to show me shit none of us niggas untouchable i ride with sumthin everywhere i go. will i live to see 30 dats questionable i told god times hard gotta know how to spit dese rhymes hard had to bust heads to get dat bread sometimes it can bleed or let it scar.live my life like fuck tommorow no i ain't seein big hump tomah waitin to blaze me a blunt tomah den lay around and get stomped tomah try ta play me like a punk tomah have yo ass in the trunk tomah leave dha ice to my brotha befoe i got ta my heart leave tha house cars ta my lil booi close my eyes im goin ta god trill fam holla at chea boi we still fam im foreva born when ya time comin you ain't neva knowin + +[Chorus:] +Now i lay me down ta sleep(down ta sleep) i pray ta lord my soul ta keep(soul ta keep ) if i should die before i wake(before i wake ) i pray ta lord my soul to take(soul to take) x2............... +THE ENDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Choppers N Gunz[Intro: Young Thug] +Choppers and guns +Don't play with us nigga +We killin' for fun +I promise to God +I promise to Pablo +You know I'm a nino +My tolerance zero + +[Verse 1: Boosie] +Nigga snatched from your house +Clutch you on the couch +Nigga you don't know my people +Went to war with like 14 people +Drink Codeine like it's legal +Manny Fresh in the cut all turned up +Used to tell my homeboy slow down +Laughed at me clutchin' on the four pound +Nigga bumped his head 'fore I came home +Me and Five Gang in the Regal +Goin' to get back at the busters +I told Fat fall back with the jack heads +'Fore I came home, nigga dusted +Now they do it on them buses +Come and get you like buster +All my side women know +Do I still roll with Buster? +I don't lay down, play around with no nigga +Track life boss made, I'm a go getter +Still real, still solid, no ho nigga +You ain't just heard what happened to them ho niggas? +Everybody gettin' shot, niggas gettin' stopped +Mommas really outchea losin' they sons +Might as well keep it real with them young niggas +Might as well tell 'em get guns +[Hook: Boosie] +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Hope you got choppers and guns + +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +I can hear my brother racin' whip too +Double homicide on 'em, shit we're takin' two +But this ain't what you want with my breakthrough +Lil nigga but my heart like I make two +You become an opp, you got chased too +Crackin' on the BOAs and the change too +And you tell me Tina murder ain't make the news +If the devil kill me then I'm killin' you +Hood time we dark like my momma's stress +Keep it on me, macaroni's how I aim next +And choppers on choppers, rather page Dex +And I only want top, I don't need sex +And when I seen a brick it was summer of 06 +I flooded out the Rollie now I look like the ocean +Police hurry up and I told 'em I don't know shit +I talk a lot of shit like I got Halitosis +Niggas be mad, what they be mad at? +Bitches be broke, with they sad ass +I'ma get fast cash +Burkin' Badass +My bitch is the baddest, my diamonds the clearest (water) +You talkin' bout robbin' me? Is you serious? +Oh yeah-yeah +[Hook: Boosie] +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Hope you got choppers and guns + +[Verse 3: Young Thug] +AKs and Tecs on niggas +They aim at your neck for figures +These hoes know you fake, they know it +You camp and you flex on niggas +I shoot at 'em full speed +We shoot from the neck to knees +Draw down with that Tec and bleed +I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's) +I pull up with a bitch and let her riff it real rapid +We live by the codes of the streets, respect your daddy +Gave a half a mil to the jeweler, now I'm cold like attics +You can't have it (blat-blat-blat) +Fuck around, get whacked +Thuggin', nigga what? +Send him to the other room +Yeah, next to the moon +When I'm geeked up, bottle shrooms +Smoke his ass like some fumes +Where the +[Hook: Boosie] +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Hope you got choppers and guns + +[Verse 4: Boosie] +Niggas gettin' smoked at the Exxon +'Fore I leave the house, grab the teflon +I look at my nigga, you outta here +Don't make me say where you was (?) here +Nigga lookin' for you, they don't ride round +Fuck a four boy, I got a five pound +Chief Keef with the sweep, shit get deeper +Track like Chi-Town +Nine shots, ten shots, we can get down +You can stand up bitch but you gon' sit down +You can man up bitch and you get miss 'round +But we and-1 niggas and commit fouls +Niggas out the road cause these niggas rat +Shoulda got him when you seen his name up in black +Yeah I'm real, gun one down for a (?) +Juice wasn't even no act + +[Hook: Boosie] +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Hope you got choppers and guns + +[Verse 5: Boosie] +My nigga lil Turn in the papers +Heard he own a body in the cape +He looked at me like I'm a G though +This was when he was in three door +To-Lu, he come for his kilos +But he got a bag of them squirters +A bag of money and a big ass heart +It's about to be capital murder +They swing and they whack you on purpose +They walk by your house like they turtles +You see 'em, you run, you jump hurdles +You left it at home now you murdered +How the fuck I'm supposed to tell lil daddy chill out when the nigga 'round tryna kill him +They killed his lil cousin and Slim +These boys play above the rim + +[Hook: Boosie] +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Hope you got choppers and guns3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Ya Mind RightTurn up +Turn up +Turn up + +Oh you bucked up +And fucked up +And you ain't got no mind + +[HOOK] +Name still rangin' +And my chain still swangin' +Ain't no nigga takin' nuthin from me +I'm certified nigga +A lot of niggas try +But them niggas ain't survive +Question me is why you fuckin' wit' a G +Bitch I'll get yo mind right +Yo mind right 3x +Bitch I'll get yo mind right +Yo mind right 3x +Bitch I'll get yo mind right + +[VERSE 1] +You's a bitch +You's a ho +You's a pussy +You remind me of a pussy name (Nussie) +You's a coward +You's a faker +You's a snitch +Do me a favor +And get off a nigga dick +You ain't got it +You be stuntin' +You a wangsta +Stunt wit' a pistol +But you call yo self a gangsta +You want my chain +Well I want yo fuckin brain then nigga +I'll pistol whup yo ass +For like 40 minutes straight +Big bags on tha gram +Ima put it in yo face +Ima keep it in tha street +If I ever catch a case +Ima keep it in my hand +I don't put it on my waist +I'm tha realist nigga in it +Can't nobody take my place +Boosie +[HOOK] +Name still rangin' +And my chain still swangin' +Ain't no nigga takin' nuthin from me +I'm certified nigga +A lot of niggas try +But them niggas ain't survive +Question me is why you fuckin' wit' a G +Bitch I'll get yo mind right +Yo mind right 4x +Bitch I'll get yo mind right +Yo mind right 4x +Bitch I'll get yo mind right + +[VERSE 2] +Beat yo ass to pieces +Make my nephew fuck yo nieces +This is how we play it +Man across tha track (tha dumb way) +Shoot up all yo people +All my niggas jeepers creepas +When we swang +Niggas don't come back (tha dumb way) +If you bout that nigga +Send yo address thru +I'll send a nigga round that bitch +To show you some love +This nigga love goin' off +Mane he think he tha plug +Have him right outside tha door +When you walk out tha club +Wit' ya head in ya lap +And ya face on tha dash +Boy you best beware +Cuz my hittas on yo ass +Hope you ran track +Cuz my niggas comin' fast +Bossman shit +And I will drop a bag +[HOOK] +Name still rangin' +And my chain still swangin' +Ain't no nigga takin' nuthin from me +I'm certified nigga +A lot of niggas try +But them niggas ain't survive +Question me is why you fuckin' wit' a G +Bitch I'll get yo mind right +Yo mind right 4x +Bitch I'll get yo mind right +Yo mind right 4x +Bitch I'll get yo mind right + +[VERSE 3] +Came ridin' wit tha devil +You fuckin' round wit' tha devil +Find that boy 'cross tha track +Or find that boy on Jewella +If you ain't heard about Boosie Boo +You betta tell 'em +My enemies can't talk no mo +But you can smell 'em +Oooooooohhhhhhhhh +U smell tha odor? +Jack who? +Take what? +Bitch Ima soldier +We did that +And what +What you gon' do about it +You know what we do about it +Nigga we gon' shoot about it +It's Big B +Badazz +Some Louisiana niggas wit' money in trash bags +Just left Iceman Nick +Wit' them diamonds on my neck +Got my name on tha line +So I'm dyin' for respect nigga +[HOOK] +Name still rangin' +And my chain still swangin' +Ain't no nigga takin' nuthin from me +I'm certified nigga +A lot of niggas try +But them niggas ain't survive +Question me is why you fuckin' wit' a G +Bitch I'll get yo mind right +Yo mind right 4x +Bitch I'll get yo mind right +Yo mind right 4x +Bitch I'll get yo mind right + +Oh you bucked up +And fucked up +And you ain't got no mind +Bet I get yo muthafuckin' mind right 2x + +How u wan' do it nigga 7x + +Bet I get yo muthafuckin' mind rightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Liar[Hook] +Liar, liar, pants on fire +Hope the devil burn your ass +Liar, liar, pants on fire +Hope the devil burn your ass + +Why did you lie? +This is my heart +It don't supposed to cry +Thought you were my boy +Girl, why did you lie? +This is my heart +It don't supposed to cry +Girl, why did you lie? + +You gave me your word +You said you wouldn’t change +Now we facing murder +Now you tellin’ my name +I’m in so much pain +You stay by my Mama +I ate at yo house +We shared our lil ratchets +I slept on yo couch +Now you sellin’ out +I’m hurt up inside +I’m hurt cuz you lied +I’m so hurt +I’m tired +You jive +Can’t even look up in my eyes +Girl +I thought it was love +You told me you loved me +It must’ve been drugs +Cuz you did me so ugly +You treat me like nuthin +Pokey on tha stand like a bitch now +Pointin’ out tha whole fuckin’ click huh +Told Trudy White bout tha click huh +Even Lo turned sour +He done switched now +Some niggas ain’t sendin’ niggas shit huh +All tha girls left when I went down +Scared my first love +She done flipped now +I called on tha phone like +[HOOK] +Why did you lie? +This is my heart +It don't supposed to cry +Thought you were my boy +Girl, why did you lie? +This is my heart +It don't supposed to cry +Girl, why did you lie? + +Liar, liar, pants on fire +Hope the devil burn your ass +Liar, liar, pants on fire +Hope the devil burn your ass + +[VERSE 2] +I got on my knees +I went, talked to GOD +I asked for forgiveness +For all of my boys +And all of these broads +Who went wit’ they move +Who said they was goons +First 48 +When they up in tha room +They crack in the room +We used to be homies +I’m talkin bout ? +Got his hands in my Fun Yuns +We used to be cousins +Now we are nothing +Tell me what’s wrong +I feel like I’m preaching +Question +Why do they bite tha hand that feed em +How good you treat em +He said, she said +It was all lies +My heart got hurt to a loud cry +You a lie if you say I ain’t bout mine +I’m tha only one rolled when my dawg died +She said she was gon’ wait for a long time +She said she was gon’ keep tha pussy all mine +Lil’ freaky muthafucka +When I see you muthafucka +Ima tell ya +Girl! +[HOOK] +Why did you lie? +This is my heart +It don't supposed to cry +Thought you were my boy +Girl, why did you lie? +This is my heart +It don't supposed to cry +Girl, why did you lie? + +Liar, liar, pants on fire +Hope the devil burn your ass +Liar, liar, pants on fire +Hope the devil burn your assEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Right Game Wrong NiggaDamn man she played my thug bruh +Ion see how he ain't see that behind that bitch man +All that shit she was doing , if that was me I would peeped her out I been dealing with these hoes and these ole bitch ass niggas +All I can say is right game wrong nigga for real though +Thug talk + +She caught him looking and she knew that she was swagged out cause her eyes and her smile is what he bragged about never did she laugh bout nothing that he said never she back out thinking bout his bread he was straight breaking cash he was thinking bout her head it was done to prefection really anything that she said she blew his mind long hair plus she red plus she got a lil name i g off the chain she never tried to explain she always reached out her hand hoping gifts keep her sane he never noticed that she ain't like older cats cause her heart he never opened that he passed the law he kept smoking that still hooked on her last but he didn't get the picture attitude coming now she shitting on a nigga if I was that nigga shit I woulda told her right game wrong nigga + +You gone be straight dawg +Everybody make mistakes dawg +If I was in yo place dawg +I woulda told her right game wrong nigga +We all fall short sometimes +We all get played +We all fall short sometimes +I woulda told her though +Right Game wrong nigga + +He was a nigga turned up had the crew live if you asked the clique about em they say do or die if anybody talk sour they say you a lie wanted boss status he no longer Won't be to aligned dude ain't even see the sign he was blind nigga searching for his bag all the time shidd me I woulda saw it in his eyes too friendly he could be your enemy and do time Ian lying making remarks like man yo boo fine even your girl like baby ion trust that nigga he ain't Notice how he look when he got fresh he ain't notice that's how he look When he got less he ain't notice how he smile when he got stressed another nigga came round he got jealous of em if you know you got a bond why you jealous of em threw a cross between his boss and his second cousin they ain't work so that nigga pulled a pistol out said fuck it and he ran in his nigga house he woulda showed a sign I would knew a bout what this nigga bout and woulda told him right then right game wrong nigga + +You gone be straight dawg +Everybody make mistakes dawg +If I was in yo place dawg +I woulda told her right game wrong nigga +We all fall short sometimes +We all get played +We all fall short sometimes +I woulda told her though +Right Game wrong nigga +I been hurt by a couple let my guard down got hurt by my lover close friend share purp by he bundle those friends brought me hurt by the bundle now I'm all wised up cold heart mane I'm careful who I give love now you can miss me with that bullshit I'll tell you straight up right game wrong nigga + +Yeah +This that thug talk (2x) +Boosie bad ass nigga +Niggas don't drop that shit like me no more +This that thug talkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Forgive Me Being Lost[Intro] +Shit, I don’t trust nobody +Shit, So many motherfuckers with motives +Shit, you don’t know who to trust +So fuck it, everybody suspect +(God, forgive me for being lost) +I don’t trust no motherfucker but Boosie Badazz + +[Hook] +If rules get broke and niggas get crossed, forgive me for being lost +If pussy niggas get knocked off, forgive me for being lost +Daddy thugging, cousin hustling, out the bottle drinking, fuck it +God, forgive me for being lost + +[Verse 1] +Momma struggling, Granny watch us, gangster potnas, oh my +Can’t afford it so we stole it, we were roaches, no lie +Saw my first body dead in the street at 8, oh my +Lil Glen just blew his brains out with his own four five +“Put it in the pot, make it lock ‘til it drop” is what my uncle told +Went to cocaine school and got an A-, honor roll +Love what my Mama showed to me and my brother (Love you Ma) +Tough love what my daddy showed made me and him tougher +Just waking up every morning made me out a hustler +‘Cause Granny house was the block where everybody sold butter +(Woke up to) People dying, bullets flying, mommas crying, oh my +80’s baby when it was coke crazy, no lie +[Hook] +Forgive me for being Lost +If pussy niggas get knocked off, forgive me for being lost +Daddy thugging, cousin hustling, out the bottle drinking, fuck it +God, forgive me for being lost + +[Verse 2] +They tried to give me life, said I’m bad for the community (no) +How I’m supposed to feel about some people trying to ruin me? (cold) +Why should I stop for the cops if they shooting me? +While I get rich, my IRS friends using me (they’re using me) +Cold winters, why us? I need answers +If I sin, God forgive me, but my baby need pampers +My family need prayers, dear God, we’re on the blessed docket +Auntie got cancer, my little cousin, he on Crime Stoppers +I don’t know what you know, but all I know is what I learned +Pussy will kill you and 70 percent of these niggas turn +So my mind lost, I grew up fatal +Big Rope, Growl Nitti, this is Cain and Abel + +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pussy Ass Nigga[Lil' Boosie] +Pussy ass niggas +Take this song how you want +Take this song how you want + +Ol' pussy ass niggas +Faggot ass niggas, ratting ass niggas +Take this song how you want +Take this song how you want + +Niggas still wanna see me dead +Cause I'd done made a lil' deal +Still hating for real so I stay with my steel +You play with this here nigga +You gon' learn something + +Piss over his body while he dead +Then I'm gon' burn something +Now you can find me nine deep +'Cross the track in my all black Monte Carlos + +What you know 'bout that? +'Bout them boys, chop them boys +If you can't shine like us nigga +You better watch us, boy +You pussy niggas know one thing +I'm 'bout my meal +And it still the same shit +Check gula, check treal + +And I been told ya niggas follow me +I have the ticket +And I been told ya niggas +One day I'm gon' be the sickest + +And I hate a pussy nigga +I take a pussy +I'm asking god please +Why you make a pussy nigga? + +Pussy nigga, I'm gon' show you +How it suppose to go, thug +Brang that drama show +That, nigga, ain't no hoe in my blood + +Ol' pussy ass niggas +Faggot ass niggas, ratting ass niggas +Take this song how you want +Take this song how you want +Take this song how you want1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Real SlowLil Boosie Bad Azz +Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga +Real Slow + +I Roll Slow Through The Ghetto Kid's Holla' Boosie +This Life A Nigga Livin' Like I'm Starring In A Movie +Fresh Out The Jacuzzi Lil Powder On My Chest +Got 30 On My Neck Turk And Mel Just Cut The Check +The Old People Hollin' Bad Azz Boy You Blessed +Just Keep Your Head Up And Let God Do The Rest Cuz +I Ride Clean With Gucci Glasses Eatin' Fettuccine +In The Rooms With Savages Got The Screens In The +Back Seat, Girls Screamin' In The Back Seats Black +Tank, Black Hot With A Dime Piece Yeah I'm For Real +And I Wake Up Every Morning Tryin To Get That Mil' +Told My Momma I'ma Change You Will See That +This World Full Of Trouble And I'm Boosie B +The B That's For Bad Azz Fast Cash That's What A Nigga +Chasing Headin' To The Top Cuz I Ain't Got No Patience + +[Chorus x2] +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga' +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga' +I Made A Right On Murda Murda Huh +Time To Smoke On Me Some Purple Purple Nuh +Let My Top Back And Cock My Glock Back +And Now I'm Cruisin' Night Time Hit Had To +Quit Distributing I Called Up Fire Red +She Say She Got Something For Me +Shawty She Straight Thuggin' That Girl +Can Take Something Eat Piccadilly +Four Times A Day All The Bad Bitches +Like Boosie You Ain't Gained No Weight +Motivate Me Girl And Let Me Know I'm Da Shit +Tell Em' Bout Me Girl So They Can Know I'm Da Shit +I Let Down My Window And Stick Out My Wrist +I Let The Doors Up And Jump Out Of My Shit +And All The Chicks Be Fascinated Cuz I'm Fresh Faded +The Hood Glad I Made It Get Your Bread Hatch Baby +20 Miles Per Hour In The Heat Of The Night +Crusin' Down Airline Livin That Life + +[Chorus x2] +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga' +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga' + +I Made A Right On Highland Road Saw Some Lil Niggas +Throwing Fours The Lil Nigga In The Black Say Them 24's +I Told Him Yea And You Can Get Em If You Get A Roll +On The Block The Cops Hot So We Ride Slow +No Beat Just The Highs And The Highs Low +Stop At The Fina Got A Tee And A Bandanna +A Baby Bottle Of That Lean And A Grape Fanta +Got My Shit Cut Fresh By My Nigga Poohla +Falling Asleep In The Chair Me And My Ruda +I Had To Shake Back Quick Off Of Nestea +Got Out The Chair Iced Up And A Fresh Tee Steve Harvey +That's Me Car Up In Reverse I Put It In Drive +One Designated Roller But We All Get High +Slow Motion When We Ride But We All Go Live +Comin Through That South Swerving Side To Side And We Ride +[Chorus x2] +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga' +Real Slow Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga +Real Slow, Take A Ride Wit Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gangsta[Intro: Lil Boosie] +Uh-oh, you know what time is +Say Ivy, nigga. Do your thing nigga +You still with us, believe that + +[Verse 1: Lil Ivy] +I lone riding on a hunt, with a rocket launcher +On my lap is a mac, a lil pocket monster +Looking for some bitch niggas with some bitch ways +I ain't shit, shaved, or bathe in 'bout six days +My sick ways was handed down from bucking nigga +You still alive to hear this song, then you lucky nigga +Fuck it nigga, we can meet in front of your house +Cause I finna grab this heat and run in your house +You ain't 'bout what we 'bout, you drugged up +We thugged up and y'all 'bout to get slugged up +We mugged up in the club with this slugsta +That's Lil Ivy in the building with his slug tucked + +[Outro: Lil Ivy] +I'm a gangsta with some stars in the street game +'Bout to introduce you to the fucking sleep game +So peep, bang! Do the math and watch your ass (Fuck) +You fucking with a gangsta that's for sure gon' blast, nigga!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kicking CloudsSmoke one for me nigga (Light that shit up out there nigga) +Niggas gotta clear they mind sometime you know cause (sometime) +Be a lot going on (people don't wanna see you happy) +Lot of money (lot of snakes) +Lot of haters (lot of haters) +So I just ease my mind + +[Hook] +When I need to clear my mind +Middle finger to your world, if you ain't my kind +And no, I don't really care +I'm in my zone and I just wanna stay there +And I be kicking clouds, clouds, clouds +Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em +Smoking something loud, loud +Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em + +[Verse 1] +I just like smoking weed (What's wrong with that?) +Feeling fine (What's wrong with that?) +Kicking clouds +Tryna have a lil peace of mind +Always be like fuck my haters +Sometimes I be like fuck the world (That's what I'm like) +Fuck my girl +Light up that real nigga +And I dont really care cuz I'm fine +Hanging out I dont have time +You ain't like my kind +I'm from a rare bloodline +Just roll one for my nigga +May he rest in peace +Rolling up in them Boosie papers +Smoking that Lil B +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Tonight I'm gonna get fucked up with my dogs (Fuck 'em) +Nigga play with us +We gon set it off +And I smoke +Tired of dealing with these bitches up in court +Baby mama threatening me with child support +Now that's some crazy shit +I need a blunt and a cigarette +For this crazy bitch +Me against the world +Stop talking bout me +Me and my girl we girl scouting +Let's take a ride on the high +Smoke that loud with me + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +And i be kicking clouds (So high) +That real no Bobby Brown (This that shit i get high to) +I smoke presidential (I smoke presidential) +Y'all smoke artificial (So I) +Roll one for my niggas, my niggas (In prison) +Roll one for my niggas, my niggas (We missing) +Roll one for my niggas, my niggas (We getting it) +Roll one for my niggas +Roll one for my niggas, fuck that! +Roll one for my niggas! +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On Deck[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +Boosie Badazz, I got mine +On deck nigga, on deck nigga + +[Hook: Young Thug] +I ain't never love these bitches +Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck) +Man I'm a hit my nigga +Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck) +My nigga we some anybody killers +And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Man I'm a young rich nigga +And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Got them things on deck, nigga that's a bet +If I say you getting wet, you can cash that check +Make a nigga Chiraq your whole set +I ain't lost a street war yet, I'm a anybody killer +I'm a headshot, deadshot keep 'em weeping +Don't cross fish now cause we beefing nigga +Got a pass that make you not laugh +Niggas want my head bad, yeah so I sleep with pistols +I don't love these niggas, fuck these niggas +Walk up rah rah rah, crush these niggas +Can't run, can't hide trust me nigga +Got Yao Ming arms, I can touch you nigga +Yo, red you already know +It's no pick and chooses they all got to go +You want rap beef nigga, we can rap beef nigga +Come see you perform and kill the whole show +Who you playing with partna Ion think you know +AR15 with a perfect scope +Go hating ass bitches now you got free front row tickets +Nigga to my murder show +I'm a young rich nigga who be wilding +Every nigga 'round me got at least one body +So don't talk shit cause this Glock part of my outfit +On deck, on deck nigga +[Hook] +I ain't never love these bitches +Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck) +Man I'm a hit my nigga +Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck) +My nigga we some anybody killers +And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Man I'm a young rich nigga +And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +I chop 'em, I pop 'em, I stop 'em, I hit 'em, I drop 'em, he lay down it's over +My la familia we lay low, we stay low, we end up not guilty, we soldiers +And them things on deck bet not fuck with this chain on my neck that's a don't do +Ain't no if and buts if its up there with you when I see ya, I'm gon' shoot +With the P for toting the pistol, ride around tripping then load the whip +Me and Lil Bleek in separate cars looking for them boys with seven [?] +We strap we ain't just acting hard, real this ain't no camouflage +Whole fleet clean I got fancy cars, whole fleet clean I got classy broads +I keep the ratchet broads and I slang it like I'm John Wayne +Certified and untamed and I'm blunt mane, Ion wanna fuck with a nigga who fuck with a nigga who uh +Snuff a nigga, eye for an eye like them Russians nigga +In my hood they ain't talking 'bout none my nigga but who can kill the most for the summer nigga, on deck nigga +[Hook] +I ain't never love these bitches +Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck) +Man I'm a hit my nigga +Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck) +My nigga we some anybody killers +And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Man I'm a young rich nigga +And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) +Young nigga got them things on deck +Young nigga keep them things on deck (got them things on deck)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Need U[Verse One] +Like a dope fiend need his dope I need my money in stacks +If it don't work out with these rhymes I'm gone turn to my gats +I need cash and plus I need it fast +That's why I got a skimask if I ever need to blast +Since I found out about you we been hangin like the fellas +You the reason why I'm beefin wit them niggas who be jealous +We gone thug to the end that's cause you my fuckin friend +Jump me straight out the pen when they had me facin ten +Its just like with ken so together we actin fools +You the one that got Lil' Boosie poppin off to Baton Rouge +As long we pay our dues we gone sit back and just laugh +Whether checks, credit cards or cash look I need you bad +I need ya + +[Chorus] +Like a weed head needs to smoke +Like a dope fiend needs his dope +I need you +Like a baby needs to cry +If you go I swear I'll die I need you +I need you +Like a player needs to play +We laugh and go from day to day +I need you +I found out all about you +Now I can't live without you +Ohh no ohh nooooo +[Verse Two] +Since I was small I been tryin to make some cheese +Till I snatched a purse for 12 and went scored a couple p's +And now I keep my sacks in a dorito bag my rocks in my mouth +Plus Im on g-street the hardest rollin block in the south +And now Im poppin it off and stackin green +Got my first thousand dollars and I ain't even 17 +And plus I keep that thang in my hand cause I don't care +Go to school with a grand and pull it out them hoes stare +But tho without you I ain't shit +I hate to say it but it's the truth +On the slip these hoes fuckin me just to get to you +We'll never have no problems shit as long you keep in touch +And I love livin this life that's why I need so much +That's why I need you so much + +[Chorus] + +[Verse Three] +You the reason why I went at home kickin doors off +You the one who bought my clothes and put my golds in my mouth +But at times I gotta sit back and wonder why you sin +You the one that got my nigga in the feds doin 10 +We don't look at the bad calls we look at all the fun shit +Hoes and fast cars and power to make you run shit +As long as you comin I can't complain that's the game +Like a weed head need his weed man I need my fuckin change +If I didn't I'll be lame probably still on the corner +Tryin to make two hundreds dollars off a ounce of marijuana +But its times like this like when my problems getting deeper +You got to understand niggas robbing cause they need ya +They need ya +[Chorus]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Me & MamaI know Kanye still hurt +I know I’ll still be hurt + +[VERSE 1] +I still feel like I remember the first day I saw you in person +Years of you hurtin’ +I blame me, and that’s for certain +When I turn back the curtain +My heart bleed from hurtin’ you +A teacher at school +Then comin’ home to teach a goon +Sendin’ letters to prison +Like son “I love you, see you soon” +When we had no cover +Me & my brother had you +You kept us warm Ma +Poverty livin’ +Thanksgiving, we beat the storm Ma +Ain’t no woman like you +Ain’t that tatted on my arm Ma +Go to jail, call you +Get sick, I call you +Got rich, I brought you +For every time that you cried +Every time you stood right there +And I looked in yo face, and lied +And you knew I lied +But you still smiled +And said I love you +That’s my muthafuckin’ dawg Mama +[HOOK] +Mama (Repeated) +Mama I just want you to know (Love you Mama) +Mama (Repeated) + +[BRIDGE] +And Mama I just wanna say I love you +If I never say I love you like I need to say I love you baby +And Mama I just wanna kiss and hug you +When I think about our struggle +Now I spoil you, Happy Mother’s Day +For Mama + +[VERSE 2] +Now this 2nd verse for every time +You brought them kids to see me in Angola +Every time +My soldier +Every time +I’m from that dirty +I was gamblin’ early +So she would hide my dice from me +But she wasn’t tryna hurt me +But Ma, we hurtin’ +You, yo bible, and yo cigarettes +How I was livin’ +How could I tell her no mo’ cigarettes +This was befo’ I smoked a cigarette +Will get in her feelings if you go to sayin’ her son ignorant +Knowin’ her son a thug +But knowin’ she raised gentlemen +Ma, I love you +What we been through +What we been through +But we got through +It’s ok +That’s my muthafuckin’ dawg Mama +[HOOK] +Mama (Repeated) +Mama I just want you to know (Love you Mama) +Mama (Repeated) + +[BRIDGE] +And Mama I just wanna say I love you +If I never say I love you like I need to say I love you baby +And Mama I just wanna kiss and hug you +When I think about our struggle +Now I spoil you, Happy Mother’s Day +For Mama + +[VERSE 3] +This for every time that I hurt you +Every time that I cursed you +Every time I hurt your heart +Ma I never did it on purpose +This for every time that you cried +Every time I looked right in yo face and lied +And you knew I lied, but you still smiled +And said, I love you + +[BOOSIE TALKING TIL THE END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Ain’t My Friend (Friends)Frieeends... +How many of us have them... Oh yeah +Friends... How many of us have them... ohh uhh... ohh ohhh + +(Chorus)x2 +You ain't my wodie +You ain't my round +You ain't my Thug Nigga til da end... +What happened to da friends we coulda been +When I was down u ain't even come around(round) + +[Quick] +Look, look +Tryna keep it guudda but friends got me on my numbas +Standin frontin and you ain't payin imma fuckin +Ya stupid motha fucka +Always thought that I was playin +Now I gotta cut ya loose and letcha roam on the land +It's time to be a grown man I caint hold ya hand +Look I had love for ya people I hope they understand +I did all I can +When you went to jail I +Bent over backwards for ya still ain't +I coulda fucked yo main bitch but I had love for ya +If ya got some gangsta shit Lil Quick was quick ta bust for ya +Kick up dust for ya even put on cuffs for ya +I hate to say it but now it's tough love for ya +I ain't gone let this money change me +You did it to ya self you ain't gotta explain ta me(explain ta me) +I'm tryna send this message to my ghetto people +Neva eva bite da hand that feed ya +(Chorus)x2 +You ain't my wodie +You ain't my round +You ain't my Thug Nigga til da end... +What happened to da friends we coulda been +When I was down u ain't even come around(round) + +(Boosie) +Say dawg look +You can't lie +I held it down through da thick and thin +If I fuck witchu I'm like chucky friends til da end +Ya meals at my house +When I think about what happened tears wanna come out +I've bent my back and been a hunded witcha +If ya had pussy problems I used ta run it witcha +Look what greed done a nigga +So many friends in da wind since da money came +Caint stand ta see me do my thang and that's a fuckin shame +I gave my last +The first time ya asked +Momma like this fuckin heart gone get me zipped up in a bodybag +Whateva happened to the real G(the real G) +Who do life in da pen 'fo they let they fuckin stripes bleed +We livin in da last days +New friends uhh uhh +Cuz badass been betrayed +So treat 'em like slaves Father God punish them +For punishin me +Had me thinkin ? ? +(Chorus)x2 +You ain't my wodie +You ain't my round +You ain't my Thug Nigga til da end... +What happened to da friends we coulda been +When I was down u ain't even come around(round)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Pains Run Deep[Intro] +Oh lawd +Oh lawd + +[HOOK] +Too many dead on tha same street +My pain run deep +3 dead in tha same Jeep +My pain run deep +Prosecutor tryna frame me +My pain run deep +They shootin’ at me +Tryna slain me +My pain run deep + +[VERSE 1] +You know I be wit’ that +Vest on wit’ that choppa tho +Will bang it all at Pappadeaux +You, You, You +All ya’ll +The impossible +I ain’t runnin’ from nobody +We got problems +We neglect it +Only here to send 1 message +Pussy boy +You gon’ respect it +Killed Ivy +Tha whole car too +So you know I can’t bar you +On site if I saw you +Dearly depart you +Damn homie how they caught you +Many nights +Wish I could call you +The same way I feel bout my father +Lost Ghost +It hurted harder than the muthafuckin’ kidney stone nigga +Cuz that kidney stone sharp +But this shit here long nigga +Damn Titus +I wish I could bond ya out nigga +But they don’t want our money +They wanna take us out +[HOOK] +Too many dead on tha same street +My pain run deep +3 dead in tha same Jeep +My pain run deep +Prosecutor tryna frame me +My pain run deep +They shootin’ at me +Tryna slain me +My pain run deep + +[VERSE 2] +My nigga shot +And he can’t breathe +My pain run deep +I wouldn’t have stopped +They woulda got me +My pain run deep +Deathrow +They tried to stop me +My pain run deep +Diabetes out this i.v +Hospitals, hot pistols +We can’t leave home +If its not wit’ us +Boy my life is in another league +Duckin’ blues +Blowin’ trees +Fuck it +I’m tha leader of tha crabs +In the public, fuck it +It’s ugly +That money don’t mean shit right now +I need surgery +90 G’s or they won’t cut me +My pain run deep +I’m on tha table +And I’m gettin nervous +My pain run deep +They put murders on my whole circle +My pain run deep +Tha bank +They hit me for a half a ticket +My pain run deep +I been goin’ through some thangs +I see blood in my eyes +Too many thugs in tha street +Who I loved +They done died +Murder 1 +Slide, slide +Now a nigga baptized +So many murders on our street +We got murder on our mind +Most of us ain’t read tha signs +Smiled, and told em fuck ‘em +When indicted for my crime +Just cuz my cousin, my cousin +Shit they gave that boy a dime +My other cousin +He got 30 +And he ain’t never been convicted +All my life +Man it been twisted +Say a prayer to all tha kids +Lick tha letter +Send it to you +Then you receive it on ya bid +Me and tha police got a bad history +Can’t stand them bitches +Before they killed Alton Sterling +They been spankin’ us niggas +[EDITED HOOK] +Too many dead on tha same street +Southside, Eastside +You know what they say on tha West Coast +Too many gangstas on tha same beach +Black Dickies +And a white tee +Soulja Ree’s + +[BOOSIE TALKING TO THE END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What About MeThis how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about...me, what about boo + +[1st Verse] +They holla Juvy, they holla Jigga, they holla T.I.P +They holla Akon, and J-Kwon, but what about me +They youngbloodz and young gunz, but boosie +He buss guns and spit it to his love ones,look +They holla usher and that lil jon shit +They holla i smoke i drank but i made that bitch +They holla manny, baby, wayne, and geezy +Dont nobody holla boosie like nobody dont believe me +What about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy +What about aaliyah, what about soulja, what about O.D.B +What about DMC, the addidas on ya feet, g-nikes to gain ya height +But me I keep it G, what about c-loc, when I knew I was cold +I was that nigga on the camp like I was 10 years old +They holla flip, they holla mike jones, they holla bone crusher +That reese and big song and I made headbusser,nigga what about...me + +[Hook] +Thats how im feeling when I'm with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how I'm feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me + +[2nd Verse] +They holla petey pablo, and the rest of that shit +They holla puff but I'm on that deathrow shit +I'm on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die +That real faith shit that make you go spray shit +They holla romeo and bow wow but what about Lil Boosie +I want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi +I want to fuck with free and AJ and freestyle with tigger +Blow doe wit beanie siegel ride low in q regal +I'm thuggin and them major labels know that +So they figure if they sign me one year later I'll have a toe tag look +They holla banner, they holla mase, and they holla trick +But I know somebody know something that boosie shit +This ain't no beef song, this what I see when bet on +And mtv on I'm peeping ya holmes +Hollering out lean back and lovers and friends +But the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga then", nigga what about...me +[Hook] +Thats how im feeling when I'm with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how I'm feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me + +[3rd Verse] +Im trillville my damn self, I'm a one man army like Russel Simmons and def +Got people rubbing they hair, I still ain't forgave myself +Im feeling like tip, I'm tired of niggas in the cage im feeling like pimp +Yaw niggas listening to these rappers, they lying +Dont think cause this nigga swole bruh, that this nigga soilder +These niggas telling lies to ya, so april fools +If you dont bump boo then the jokes on you +2 line crew, they started all that nasty shit +And buck down he started all that nasty bitch +2Pac, told you bout the fucking guns,jigga, told ya how to put the work in the can and...run +They holla skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug though +And youngbuck i got love for, but what about...me + +[Outro] +They gone feel this bitch here, all across the world,nigga what about...me + +[Hook] +Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that we had a million, what about me + +[Outro] +Say mane, i be feeling like, you know what im saying, somebody,somewhere,gotta be hearing me, i should have been blowed up, i know im rawwa than alot of these niggas out here,thank a nigga hating somewhere, i dont know what it is, ima keep it gutta though, im wildin out, nigga what about...me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +This Is What Made MeBoosie Badazz nigga (Badazz) (Hood Nigga), this is what made me... this is what made me, Tell ya like this + +In this life of sin i learned alot about friends, how to write girls letters make em fall in a second by readin my cousin letters from the pen ( whats happenin Donkey?) My mama taught me Win so everything i played mane i thought that i could win. Shootin dice, thuggin, Got it from my big cousin Bronz, Hustlin got my mug from Ed lova. So many douobted me even my own brother feel a pain when he hit my mother but im too small so i cry and i run and hug em when daddy died ,when he left i became when he a hustler i learned about the streets can't make everybody happy and i ain't learn that shit till i became a daddy (baby mama) my heart broke by the coldest hoes ah broken home can't get along wit nobody at times mane + +This is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (you ain't gon be shit) (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me + +Look , Fightin in the jets, a little man complexs i want my respect. God know i been thru so much fuckin shit today mane thats why i got so much to say no limit to cash money had me really cope (ima hot boy) chasin them cute girl back in middle school. My mama used to always read to me so i was smart but bad so smart i never failed my class. i got my temper from my dad, got my smile from my auntie phyllis, learned how to shoot the ball from my cousin deon he used to work tellin . when i was sick my mama and grandma Margie used to nurse me, Birdie Trina used to make me cry, uncle never stayed sober so i served him when i got older. All my ghetto heros are either dead or in the pen , seen my first nigga dead at 10. (whole street) + +This is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me + +Fussin and fightin TQ , hatin on my own brother tyrna do what he do runnin with G's mane when times got crutical (gettin teased) my dude told me skate and rooster i remember , nigga put it in my hand as a kid shout out to Big and every nigga who kept me with it takin losses being around bosses tyrna figure how the pen point valchers , my struggle with diabetes , my struggle with wynita . the day paneill died when i said fuck the people my mama and family forgive me the only reason im livin when bullets flied they prayers help me survive ( straight up) . Had kids, became a man now im thankin them ( i heard this). Respect dont come off love it come on spankin niggas. Being talked about and critize made me shine and hurt you bitches eyes + +This is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made me , Being told i couldn't when i knew i could in the hood this is what made me (you ain't gon be shit) (this is what made me) The Good times , the bad times in Baton Rouge , this is what made meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let Me Know[Chorus] +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know +What guys tryna sensual +I wanna try and send you +If you gotta feeling +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know + +[Verse 1] +I've been hurt once before +Cried like a baby when I walked through the door +Checking on my girl nigga making on my girl +What then happen to my girl mama right she a hoe +Mama know mama know +That's what happens when a girl want more her lies to love a nigga +Snake niggas can't trust a nigga +Send my prayers wake up every morning +Middle fingers in the air motherfucker +Let me know what is gonna be on beat +Either we fucking or we friends or we're down with speech +Let me know let me know +What it's gonna be +You got my back in a lack if I'm on my knees +If I lost everything would you hustle with me +Lie understand if they bust a nigga +Stay down for a thug really thug a nigga +If I'm fucking with 'em zanes as you fucking with 'em +Is it real or are we fucking let me know +Is it real or we fucking is it real or we fucking +If you with it then I'm with it let me know +All I need is a thumbs up +Let me know something +[Chorus] +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know +What guys tryna sensual +I wanna try and send you +If you gotta feeling +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know + +[Verse 2] +Baby, I won't go just give me a phone call +Legs to the ceiling giving you the feeling you never felt in your lifetime +I know we feeling love I don't care shit I know when was the right time +Your ass was running with niggas but you put up with 'em +You were in your right mind +You just waiting till I get my life together +I'ma put some diamonds all up in your bed so she don't wanna leave +We goin' do it better I want you dressed in more de-tas +I want you dressed and just leather baby +Yeah we goin' make the most jealous baby +I look at you and I see the precious +Leg on your body lets get it cracking leg on your body lets get it cracking +Yeah yeah yeah yeah leg on your body lets get it cracking + +[Chorus] +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me know +If you gotta feeling you love me +I wanna try and send you +If you gotta feeling +Let me know let me know +Just let me know let me knowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Niggaz[Hook: Bando Jonez] +Stay with my Niggas +Yea I really miss my Niggas +Stay one with my Niggas yea +Yea I really miss my Niggas oh ohh +Stay one for my Niggas +Yea I really miss my Niggas +Stay one for my my my Niggas + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Just left the funeral crying +Memories in my head of me and you on the grind +Put my nigga down in ashe may his soul rest in peace +Time to introduce you Niggas to the eight underneath +Track life k's full when we swang on your streets +Buss em up and we shut up when questioned by the police +Ball park one of you niggas can Jose Canseco on your ass +And when you from the power line lord save us your ass +Finger crashed they dead on sight +When we pull up bitch +Our rap sheet open cases +When you pull up clique Straight up on sight +Broad daylight don't do no internet beef +Can't swim in my sea i am jaws +I got a million of some teeth +I swang from both Sides when and we killing the empire +Your don't know anybody you spray +You murdered a G with A nickname with a clique +Who really bout that shit mane +Told my lawyer my Niggas loved me since elementary so why the fuck i need a hitman +[Hook: Bando Jonez] +Stay with my Niggas +Yea I really miss my Niggas +Stay one with my Niggas yea +Yea I really miss my Niggas oh ohh +Stay one for my Niggas +Yea I really miss my Niggas +Stay one for my my my Niggas5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wartime[Produced by $hop With Ken] + +[Intro: Gus] +Ken stop the beat, I think I'm out of breath +Start that bitch back + +[Hook: Webbie] +These boys don't realize it gets wild at war time +Better watch your rear side, when I, spark iron +Get out and explode and reload, and start firin' +Hollows what we load and creep low at dark time +These boys don't realize it gets wild at war time +Better watch your rear side, when I, spark iron +Get out and explode and reload, and start firin' +Hollows what we load and creep low at dark time + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +At dark time, I spark iron, I'm real sick at nightfall +Jump in my nigga's beef and call the shots if I don't like y'all +Ask D, ask Trell, ask T, ask Mel +When tears drop, I'm real hot, don't give a fuck about jail +For 2 G's, you will bleed from your head to your toe +Niggas do without the love but they need some bread and soap +Webbie know how it is when we be beefin' that nigga +Who made that song, he know it's on when I see him +From 8 PM to 5, we alive off that X +Doin' drivebys, hit the block and holla 'bout who's next +This G shit, like sex, Gotta have and I like it +I'm a dirty ass nigga, bust your head and fuck your wife +[Outro: O-Dog] +Aye homie you need some help? +Uhh... uhh... +*Gunshots* +Punk ass nigga, come on niggas! +------ +I thought killin' those fools would make me feel good5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Real Shooter[Intro] +Man, what the fuck this nigga want? +Shit 4:30 in the morning +Calling a nigga this fucking early, this nigga crazy + +[Verse 1] +Phone rang, it’s my nigga G tryna get some victims +Boss man, what’s happening with ya, nigga? +Let me clear the business +Yo I got it but not this instance +Yo boss, them boys slippin +Before y’all get in position, we gon stalk him and we gon flip him +We ain’t talking if they come get us only statement +Where’s my lawyer? +You know Jason on the way, when the cold in [?] +Not talking man what’s important +Anybody can shoot +Y’all go for all that shit +But now them boys be with Boosie +We stomp you out like a movie Big Kirby and 20 uzi’s +Fuck with us boy you stupid +We clutch and we all go use it +Fuck with us y’all go lose it +We won street wars, nigga +So ain’t no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard +I sent an army of commandos and Rambos +Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles, not binoculars +Smash and go eat tilapia +Laugh at you over dinner +Focusin eyes open there’s no laughing when we in that rental +[Hook] +I got the real shooter +That’s in jail for it +Ring a nigga bell for it +They’ll never say no +I got the real shooter +That’s in jail for it +Ring a nigga bell for it +They’ll never say no +I got the real shooter +Lay by your house for you +Or set the bitch off for you +Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back +I got the real shooter +That’s in jail for it +Ring a nigga bell for it +They’ll never say no +I got the real shooter + +[Verse 2] +I know a man myth +I know an old dawg +These niggas love me +They call me they big dawg +It don’t matter who you is nigga +We gon get the big dawg +Cut the head off the body fall like when Ivy died +Ride or die +Wait on that nigga since he on his fucking back +Gon saw that he [?] since he had a fucking problem +5 to the face, 6 to the body +You know you die Ruger Red still on my passenger side, nigga +[Hook] +I got the real shooter +That’s in jail for it +Ring a nigga bell for it +They’ll never say no +I got the real shooter +That’s in jail for it +Ring a nigga bell for it +They’ll never say no +I got the real shooter +Lay by your house for you +Or set the bitch off for you +Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back +I got the real shooter +That’s in jail for it +Ring a nigga bell for it +They’ll never say no +I got the real shooter + +[Verse 3] +Shoot em up, bang bang (you better run from em) +You better run from it (you better run) +We got that bond money +I got the real shooter +(You better run from ‘em) +(You better run from ‘em) +We got that bond money +I got the real shooter +They like their homework (they do their homework) +They like their homework (they do their homework) +I got the real shooter +They like their homework (they do their homework) +They like their homework +I got the real shooter +We known ridin’ on the hunt, with a rocket launcher +On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster +We known ridin’ on the hunt, with a rocket launcher +On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster +Raised round some sick niggas with some sick ways +Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang +Raised round some sick niggas with some sick ways +Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +People Talk But Don’t KnowYo Yo Yo Yo + +Damn + +[Verse 1] +Heard what they said about me (You heard?) +Do you believe what you read about me +Say my friends wouldn't be dead without me +I heard they're 'posed to be ,real talk, scared about me +Like I'm dead one talkin' (He ain't comin' home) +Even say I ain't hood no more (Why?) +Cuz they don't see me often +Made fun of my cancer +Like I was lyin' bout it +While my family cryin' bout it +So tell me why tha fuck would I be lyin' bout it (Huh) +Stupid ass +They threw jabs at my kids on Instagram +Now I give a damn +Hoe you hatin' +Send yo location +I'll send a killer clan +They say I tried to bribe tha police +When I had my pistol +You'll rather me talk shit nigga +Cuz you don't wanna see me whisper +Shhhhhh +[Chorus] +People talk, but don't know (Repeated) + +[Verse 2] +They say that I'm crazy +They say I was raised wrong +Say my music was weak (What?!) +How can it be weak when it's deep +You just don't know nuthin bout tha streets +In court, I was called an animal +They say I'm a leader of wolves +Tha police +They lied up in court +All of this shit was coerced (For real!) +Tha people they talk in tha streets +Like they know everybody business +You bunch of bitches +Bringin' up names they think did it +You act like a whole fuckin' witness +Tell me this +Was you at the crime scene hoe? (Tell me that) +Did you see it from tha car? +If you saw it from ya car +Did you have on ya high beams hoe? +This how I know +[Chorus] +People talk, but don't know (Repeated) + +[Verse 3] +Sticks and stones may break my bones +And words might even hurt me +But dirt on my name +They searchin' +My haters, they so thirsty +They said that they murked me +On YouTube, they said I died up in a car wreck +Said I had a fake rapper on stage +Rappin' for me +And ya'll bought that +What you call that +Deceitful motherfuckers +Evil motherfuckers +Ya'll cowards +Any nigga talk down on me +Yo mouth sour +They even down talk my women +Cuz them hoes wanna be my women +So they talk, but don't know + +[Chorus] +People talk, but don't know (Repeated) +[BOOSIE TALKING] +Motherfuckers talk about ya like they know ya +Talk about ya like a dog +They don't even know what's goin' on + +Talkin' bout other people kids +What about yo kids +Talkin' bout how people raise they kids +Where yo baby daddy at +What you got +What's yo goal in life +But you talk about everybody you see + +Gul look, that hoe sha +No bitch, you sha +For worrying bout that hoe +But I understand what you do though + +Talk, but don't knowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +EverythingSeen my cousin get shot +Wit a 44 Magnum +Blastin' +Saw Lil Ivory laid out +On side his Benz +Wit all our friends dead too +Tragic +Turned on the tv today +Say my main man dead +From gunshots +Shot up in his Caddy +Diabetes mo than average +These the eyes of a Savage + +[HOOK] +I done seen everything +I done damn near died +I didn't lose my mind +I done did everything +Seen everything +Did everything +Man I done seen everything +I done did my time +I done slung some iron +Man I done seen everything +Did everything +[VERSE 1] +I done hustled wit all tha hustlas +I done rapped wit all tha rappers +Lil Titus and Big Baby +I done trapped wit all tha trappas +Doodie, Bronson, and Donkey +I got a family full of jackas +I done had money in tha bank +And I done had money in a mattress +In tha hospital like +Mama +I'm up in pain +I just come from Death Row +This ain't a game +I just come from gettin cancer out my kidney +Feel my pain +My lil got 50 +He stayin solid on my name + +[HOOK] +I done seen everything +I done damn near died +I didn't lose my mind +I done did everything +Seen everything +Did everything +Man I done seen everything +I done did my time +I done slung some iron +Man I done seen everything +Did everything +[VERSE 2] +I done seen my own brother +Show me he ain't love me +It brought tears to my eyes again +I just seen my own cousin +Steal from her lil cousin +It brought tears to my eyes again +I just seen tha man above us +Change my big cousin (Trell) +Donkey prayin for our safety mane +I just lost one of my brothers +Rest in peace my nigga Busta +We gon forever ever rep ya name +Another funeral + +[HOOK] +I done seen everything +I done damn near died +I didn't lose my mind +I done did everything +Seen everything +Did everything +Man I done seen everything +I done did my time +I done slung some iron +Man I done seen everything +Did everything +[VERSE 3] +I done seen my Mama hurtin’ +But don’t ask for shit +I watched Lil’ Tulu go down +I seen the ratin’ shit +I lost 20 pounds in 13 days +Thinkin’ death +I felt tha cancer shit +Still he answered me (GOD Good) +I saw death so close +I was right there +I seen the balcony +All them unmarked cars +I seen them after me +Money make people look at you different +I seen tha faculty +Money make niggas spend all they wishes +I seen the athlete +Locked in that 6 by 6 jail +Boxed +Facin’ that needle +And not tha one at tha doctor +Doc I been needin’ to see you lately +Cuz lately my diabetes +It been shaky +I’m strictly out tha mud +Man I done met some niggas shaky +Gotta watch ‘em close when they gamble +And make ‘em shake em +Niggas be jealous when I start scorin’ a 4 and a baby +I seen our women turn evil +And play them games wit’ a baby +I done seen everything +Talkin everything +I done did everything +I done seen everything +I done seen Mama cryin’ +Readin’ her bible +I done seen Daddy tear up tha house behind a lighter +I done seen Bosses go to jail +But only a few write him +I done seen niggas go in they cell +Lose hope and grab that ropeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thug Prayer[Intro] +Say thug I’m tired as a mofucka +I’m finna say my prayers and lay it down + +[Hook] +Before I lay me down to sleep +I pray the lord my soul to keep +If I should die before I wake +I pray the lord my soul to take + +[Verse 1] +Dear God keep evil away from me +Watch people who hate on me +Those who out to harm me +Give me signs and at least warn me God +Make my trips safe when I leave make me return +Any friendship that I have think of greed +Then let it burn +Keep the light in the road +Deduct the darkness +I sleep with women who evil women +Let me just fuck em and be heartless +Be my rock God +Keep me humble no matter how big I grow +Keep me not satisfied so I want more +Let my hustle grow +When they shoot at me, make their eyes like Stevie Wonder +When my big break come +Let em see my hunger and feel my struggle +Don’t let my past be my future +Don’t let my family turn against me +When I pray I need your undivided attention +[Hook] +Before I lay me down to sleep +I pray the lord my soul to keep +If I should die before I wake +I pray the lord my soul to take +Before I lay me down to sleep +I pray the lord my soul to keep +If I should die before I wake +I pray the lord my soul to take + +[Verse 2] +You and I know that I got sins +But all wrong ain’t wrong +If anybody understands is you so call me home +Wanna live long but that’s up to you +I know you got more shit for me to do +I know you got more kids for me to preach it to +I went to church and see em leech off you +Pitiful the same things that a nigga do +I’ve seen the preacher shit on you +For love and monetary gain like a killer do +That catholic ain’t know that was a faggot +Who he whispering to +So before I lay me down to sleep +I pray the lord my soul to keep +And if he with the illuminati +Don’t let him stand by me +This nigga try to shake my hand +Keep my hand private +I know I’m here for a reason, know why +They would have been got +[Hook] +Before I lay me down to sleep +I pray the lord my soul to keep +If I should die before I wake +I pray the lord my soul to take +Before I lay me down to sleep +I pray the lord my soul to keep +If I should die before I wake +I pray the lord my soul to take + +[Outro] +Our father who art in heaven +Hallowed be thy name +Thy kingdom come thy will be done +On earth as it is in heaven +God I really feel I belong in heaven +They say ask and you’ll receive +Send me to heaven God +Forgive my sins and I’ll forgive those who trespass against meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cocaine Fever[Intro/Hook] +He got you too +Cocaine Fever (x2), I'm A.D.H.D. I don't listen up +Cocaine Fever (x2), ya mom and dad prolly tried it before +Cocaine Fever (x2) + +[Verse 1] +I'm a fuckin' 80s baby, so really I get it +My cousin pushed the weight, while my family smoked the crack rock +Heard mention my heart when my favorite uncle smoked the crack rock +Now his super bowl ring gone for the crack rock +Daddy never comin' home, mayne that shit strong +You ever smelt a dirty dirty, mayne that shit strong +Have ya head twisted when that shit hit ya home +Sister sellin' pussy cause she can't leave it 'lone +I'm from a family tree of hustlers, playas, felons and fiends +When they tell ya that you can't get rich, it's just a dream +Well here it is nigga, nobody believin' in they self +Here it is nigga, you know what that is + +[Hook] +Cocaine Fever (x2), my daddy was a dealer what is you talkin' about +Cocaine Fever (x2), you got it too +Cocaine Fever (x2), I'm A.D.H.D. I don't listen up +Cocaine Fever +[Verse 2] +Damn that girl crazy, (yup) that's that coke up in her blood (yup) +Her momma used to pop all them pills wit her daddy in the club +Damn that lil boy don't pay attention, shit his daddy was the plug +He been havin' eyes on him since a cub, coke affectin' him +Look at Bobby cocky, bobby you done got slim (damn bobby) +Them hoes gettin' turnt out, pimps done lost money (damn hoe) +I ain't nun but nine or ten, but I know what it is (what it is) +I just found a crack pipe and I know it's his +In 1997, ('97) they had a rapper out New Orleans +Used to talk about snortin' dope (snortin' coke) +He dropped that Chopper City and every youngster from Baton Rouge to that city, they was snortin' coke + +[Hook] +Cocaine Fever (x2), Free B.G., Free B.G +Cocaine Fever (x2), you addicted can't stop sellin' dope +Cocaine Fever (x2), I'm A.D.H.D. I don't listen up +Cocaine Fever (x2), you addicted can't stop sellin' dope + +[Verse 3] +First the coke was high, then the rich got treated +Turnt it into crack, and the prices got cheaper +Frames got small and our brains got weaker +The money off the crack made us kill our own people +I did the same thing, I used to serve my own people +Never in my head that I murked my own people +Niggas tryna eat, hustle coke like its legal +2005 was live, Jeezy heated up the fever +Now Boosie got the fever now +[Outro] +Cocaine FeverEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Clips and ChoppersChopper city in my neighborhood +South Baton Rouge +Nigga, what? +4's up, 4's down +Long clips and choppers +In this hood where they don't give a damn +From the top to the bottom +It's Chopper City in the ghetto, yeah, we on that lever +Flippin' and turnin', I hope you niggas 'bout whatever +50 or 100 man, we'll send you to the devil +I work this bitch like donkey or last level +Every block gotta chopper or two to clear the whole set +Don't give a fuck when it's time to bust +From the top the the bottom they don't give a fuck +Nigga get them choppers out the closet and come and hit you up +Extended clips rip a hole in your fuckin' stomach +When the war over with that's when they really comin' +So I take my fuckin' money and I buy 'em all +'Cause my niggas be in beef summer, winter, spring and fall +It's Iraq in the hood, ain't really no stacks in the hood +They puttin' choppers in your face up in South Baton Rouge +Cut the barrel, make it short, that's that track shit +Catch you at the red light, smashin' +Long clips and choppers +In this hood where they don't give a damn +From the top to the bottom +2009, man, these niggas ain't playin' +Long clips and choppers +Choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers +From the top to the bottom +2009, man, these niggas ain't playin' +Remember tryna snatch a purse in the South +And now I'm slangin' choppers with a hundred round burst in that South +I ain't got no scared aim, I ain't shootin' through no car +I do walk ups and stand offs, put barrels in your mouth +For my boulevard niggas, DB and Dane +Still send the money, all this for real, I never change +Motherfuck, weak fans, it's a uptown thang +I fuck with cane and I'mma die behind this lane +You niggas ain't no killas, you niggas shootin' in the air +And since Ben gone, I never play fair +Catch a nigga broad day, no mask, I'm bare +Like fuck a rap for real, bitch, come take this bloodbath +Say fool, on the real I fuck with you +But fuck them other niggas that ain't nothin' like they do +They don't throw 'em like we throw 'em, they don't bone like we bone +It's a uptown thang so they find they can't cope +Long clips and choppers +In this hood where they don't give a damn +From the top to the bottom +2009, man, these niggas ain't playin' +Long clips and choppers +Choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers, choppers +From the top to the bottom +2009, man, these niggas ain't playin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lawd Have Mercy[Intro] +South Baton Rouge this the baddest place in the whole wide world stand up y'all lawd have mercy... +Yah man remember the baddest place in the world South Baton Rouge lawd have mercy... Roosevelt Street Project Nigga (boosie badazz) + +[Verse 1] +Fresh off the project step is Boosie +We went from shooting Uzis to shooting movies +Mr cogee man you can't take that from me (ah ah) +One shot for Ivy, he showed me how to save money +Walking to school with a tool and a bag of weed (fire) +Never knew that the feds would be after me (oh) +Casualty after casualty it's real +I hustle on the hill where walter got killed (woah) +Seen alot of shit man I did alot that's probably why it took so long for me to hit the top +Ask nuck I don't back down from shit +I was small as a bitch I ain't back down from wick +I slung eye with everytime grinding till I shine (let's get it) +Dickies and tee'z till I made my first fifty g'z So tell me why a pussy nigga hate on me we from the same hood South Baton Rouge + +[Hook x2] +Can't knock my hustle +Lawd have mercy +Can't stop my shine +Yah man +Shoul ain't my friend +Lawd have mercy +Can't even look in ma eye (but u know one thang) +Yah man +[Verse 2] +Pick them out line them up like jeezy say +Niggas can't out hustle me on a freezy day +I need a duffle bag bitch like weezy say +Any nigga steal from me will steal off Jesus' plate +Hard times in the ghetto we was lost +No school no job me and Busta rob +Became a boss took losses couldn't cry nigga +Sucked it up told my main man double it up +When my label wouldn't drop my shit +Ain't get mad I went got them bricks +I had a Jacob like 50 cent +In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga +I get my grind on house 3 stairs had it for 2 years +Still ain't satisfied that's how scopio's is +Hot like hot fries Southside baptized bitch am a hustler you can see it in my eyes eyes + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +Guess what? next up is the haters +They test us but get ate like sweet potatoes +Heads bust niggas go running to the people +But swear to god that they thugging like it's legal +Wake up call every morning call my manager up T.Q +I need cash or your ass get bust and that my big brother +Save change 8 gallons already saved trust funds man my kids alreadyy paid +Still gamble shoot the 50 with my with my real niggas +Still scratching off the lotto tryna hit it big +So my hustle a mothafucka man you feel me man +Hustle cross the track call me Penny Wayne +Money stash to the side I got a load of it +Facing to gun charges I need more of it +Steady thuggin reppin my hood till I die +Kingpin of the Southside certified +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gangsta Shit[Verse One] +If you ain't heard I'm Lil' Boosie who be rappin bout that gangsta shit +Ain't satisfied unless I'm high and my bank get thick +I'm the most underestimated rapper walkin the streets +Niggas on videos with money but can't talk it like me +Cause they ain't sour like me +Shit in two seconds you down +My first album ain't no joke +How would you think my second would sound +Hope to make it in this rap game I gotta get rich +Go from gin and juice and henny to a bottle of cris +Put yo four's up in the sky if you feelin my rhymes +Might be local for now but I'm still gone shine +Put my doggs on Garfield who told me don't stop +Keep rappin and that's whats happin and for sho you gone pop +So I kept my head up and spoke the real from the heart +Fuck around you will get down thank I'm still a lil boy +You got another thang comin you ain't fuckin wit no ho or no woman +And fo down is the hood I'm from + +[Hook: repeat 4X] +If you ain't heard I'm Lil boosie who be rappin bout that gangsta shit +Nigga I'm bout that gangsta shit + +[Second Verse] +Niggas getting the picture but don't want to put me in the frame it's a shame +I rap harder than any nigga you name +From weed to caine I distributed all +And for everybody who want see Lil' Boosie fall man fuck yall +And throw up chain defenses +I'll go off like I'm Caine in Menace +Listen nigga I ain't finish +Look you niggas smiling in my face you ain't my round +I'll put that fuckin iron up in your face and lay you down +I'm thuggin nigga +I gotta Firebird and a cutlass nigga +And that whole south gon' ride if you touch it nigga +Now lets go hop up in the bucket nigga lets get high as the fuck +Show this nigga the consequences for drivin his nuts +I need a fifth of Mad Dog cause I'm finna act dog +Show this nigga how we livin cross the track dog +You better back off or I'mma hit this nigga with this hot shit +Just sit back and watch this +[Hook: repeat 4X] + +[Verse three] +Well it don't get mo' gangsta, gangsta than that nigga Lil B +Runnin raps that fuck yo head up and still flippin that d +You gone need a navy of niggas you play with me nigga +Plus I got a black nine beam and it stay wit me nigga +What yall know about them fours +If we can't put it on the map +We finna put it on the globe (whoa) +Call the coroner nigga I'm warnin you nigga +I ain't fearin none of you niggas I dump on you niggas +You fuckin wit a cave man I might be small but I'm brave man +In yo lap I'll have yo head layin +You fuckin with a mastermind ain't gon' be too many after mine +Cause they can't rap it how I'm rappin mine +Shit lets go hop up in the Bonneville show those dummies its real +All these bullets in this chopper how no one get killed +Nigga I'm bout that gangsta shit +And fuck every nigga who say I ain't the shit + +[Hook: repeat 'til song ends]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Keep It GuttaI raised up my project window +And I smell Indo +Hollered at my kin folk +After that I big smoke +I hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta ways +All of my cousins bustin' K's +So I was lead astray +And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout death +I never once, thought bout blinking myself +Cause I got bank to accept! + +You heard that green and yellow cd +That bitch gutta! +The world-wide struggle +Or the one about my mother (Child so bad) +I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali +With the Bloods and Crips +See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love that shit! +I figured that I'd die in jail if I stay in the hood +So I'm tryin' to make a mil +And get the fuck out Baton Rouge + +I wish 2Pac'a hear the shit that I was speaking to you +I betcha 2Pac'a have Lil' Boosie on an album or two +And did my daddy go to Thug Mansion? +(Shiiit)If he did +I know he saved a spot for his kid +And we gone G' it! +[Hook: repeat 2X] +Keep it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah) +Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this game mane!) +Let's keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!) +Cause I was taught to get it hard like a man! For sheezy! + +Verse two, is for my hearse crew +Like Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too +Do you remember smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?! +When we was slangin' nine +And had these niggas scared of us! +My hood full of floods (floods) +But my hood full of thugs +Who in that pen +Rep Baton Rouge til the day that they touch + +And you don't know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta) +Who can tell ya some shit that ya mother'a see +Like you bein' locked up, til 2003 +When you 'posed to be out chea +Flickin' and ballin like me +And all I see, is eyes on me +So like Pac +I hope it's not another fucking robbery + +I ain' no rookie! +Fourteen, sellin' cookies! +Had all the hoes looking! +And ya know why nigga +Because I'm gutta! +My pants hang low +My eyes looking wicked too +My throwback cost 400 +It's from 1952! +And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!) +If you wanna leave this club +I suggest +You don't come around here and try to beef with us +This for my niggas and guhls +Keep ya head up! +And I'mma keep my bread up +And make ya throw the set up! +I'm keepin' it gutta! + +[Hook] + +What you about robbing to eat +What you about peeping yo hood out +To see who want ya to cease +That's the beginning +The ending, is 10 billion (10 billion) +Then I'm threw +Sign all my niggas deals so they can live, like Lil Boo +I was led on this path to hate +Since I was little +Across the street a ship plant +And next door a fuckin' killer + +Calvin Ricks was the shit +It wasn't no ridin' in South +I use to joy his purple jeep +When I walk in my house +And on my chedda chase +I done saw better days +Never thought my selfish ways +Have me blowing purple haze +It hurts to say (Hurts to say) +That my daddy left this world +I wish he could be here to see my pretty ass lil girl +But he can't, so I drink +Get mad and I don't think (Fuck it) +Smoke dro, by the ounce +And sip syrup, by the pint +Ain' too many can fuck with me +That's on my generation +Shouts out to all my niggas +And my haters who be hatin', get ya hate on!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck You(Intro:) +F**k You (repeat through intro) +Waz sup Waz happenin +This Weebie Trill young savage aka Lil Baton Rouge +Howeva you wanna me (Big Head Boy you stay yo ass outta jail) +Now look at the bad bitches nigga +F**k them industry niggas +Niggas made it hard on me +But ima keep it in the streets +Long as i got my cds nigga im straight +Ya heard me nigga +Lets go this real nigga shit haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. + +(Weebie:) +Damn nigga how you do it like that +Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that +Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that +21 row scrap wit lil boosie it like that +Play mad games wit me +I'll do ya like that +I'm a grown man +Bitch pursue me like that +Smoke nothin' but the best +Cruise and lay back +With some trill niggas +That I knew just way back +Still young +I ain't caught my first murder case yet +Stay scrappin' +And can't wait to push a nigga face back +Number one on 1-oh-6 +Still around the racetrack +Still hangin' in the mix +Where I ain't safe at +I'm on some foolishness shit +With these rugers and shit +I'm on some run in your house bitch +You move and get hit +I can't take out my grill +Cause I can't take out this reel +I'm the savage shit trille +And from my heart man I feel +(Chorus:) +Nigga +F**k you +Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga +F**k you +And you better not say shit nigga +F**k you +Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga +F**k you +You ain't got none of that shit nigga +Nigga +F**k you +Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga +F**k you +And you better not say shit nigga +F**k you +Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga +F**k you +You ain't got none of that shit nigga + +(Pimp C:) +I did your bitch outta pocket +Put some dick in her ass +I got a 84 baritz and its sittin on glass +I'm a young pimp nigga +With a whole lotta swagger +And I roll like a stone +Like my name Mick Jagger +Pussy niggas can't f**k with the pimp in the savage +We gettin' sucked in every city +Make a whole lot of cabbage +Gettin' head on the regular level ya ain't shit +Some real trille niggas for life up in this bitch +I never go to war without that motherf**kin' gun +Down south bitch we like DMC and run +Like chuck D say bitch my oozie weigh a ton +I might be on parole but bitch I'll knock out ya lungs +I come from the city where they sell cocaine +Ya get caught sniffin +Niggas knock out ya brain +Leave a lump in ya lap +Your tongue in your dash so I bust 17 +And I smashed the gas +(Chorus:) +Nigga + +F**k you +Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga +F**k you +And you better not say shit nigga +F**k you +Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga +F**k you +You ain't got none of that shit nigga +Nigga +F**k you +Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga +F**k you +And you better not say shit nigga +F**k you +Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga +F**k you +You ain't got none of that shit nigga + +(Lil Boosie:) +F**k you nigga +My bloodline sicker +Make a quarter outta nickel +Been like that since I was little +From the hood +Where the killas keep them pistols smokin' +Swishas drink liquor bang a nigga +Southside gangsta nigga +F**k everything you goin' through +Badazz'll punish you +Show no love +Love will get you killed +So here we come for you +Gats a gat a stack's a stack +My click they'll beast +It's goin' down where we roam +In the hotel suite +Old lady gone crazy +Caught me rollin up 3 +Beat that pussy out her drawers +And I put her to sleep +You bullshittin' with me +Boy my nerves stay bad +Get one of my convicts out the hood to put that dick in ya ass +(Chorus:) +Nigga +F**k you +Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga +F**k you +And you better not say shit nigga +F**k you +Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga +F**k you +You ain't got none of that shit nigga +Nigga +F**k you +Yeah I f**ked your bitch nigga +F**k you +And you better not say shit nigga +F**k you +Yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga +F**k you +You ain't got none of that shit nigga + +(Outro:) +F**k all yall niggas +If you ain't rollin' with us +F**k you nigga +Nigga makin' all these broad statements +You'll be on a motherf**kin' shirt +Nigga +Face the shit nigga +If your ass washed up you washed up +It's a new era nigga +For this gangsta shit +And we don't play no games +Yall niggas be rappin' bout that shit +But we put that tool on yo bitch ass nigga +Go shit yo ass down nigga +Garbage ass nigga +Bfi ass nigga +Nigga we got in this shit straight off you know +Real shit +We got in these streets our damn self +Nigga makin these +We goin' let that shit go +But you know what +F-U-C-K- You muthaf**ka nigga f**kEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wrong Role ModelThe wrong role model +Oh lawd + +[VERSE 1] +I got infatuated wit’ tha dope dealers +They life, and they hairstyle +Bandanas and gold teeth +And the women they fuck +Guess I grew up in tha fast lane +Infatuated wit’ tha finer thangs +At tha mall we would window shop +At jewelry and diamond rings +Respect, we salute off top +To tha big dawg who run tha block +From Monday to Sunday +Him and his runners, they run tha shop +Michael Jordan was a muthafucka +But Calvin was GOD to us +Crazy ‘cause we worshipped tha one +Who hurt our family, sell hard to us + +[BRIDGE] +Role model +Larry Hoover shit +Rayful Edmond shit +Role model +Pablo shit +Rick Ross shit +But not tha rapper Rick (tha dope dealer) +I wanted to be like tha big dawg in tha hood who gave out tha turkeys out +Shoulda went that way +But I went tha other route +Me, Lil Bleek in front Grandma house +Spray you, u come in front Grandma house +Tryna be our role models +We ate in front my Grandma house +Damn look at my role models +Dead or stuck in prison +Guess when you get too much +They come and they get ya +[HOOK] +I think I had tha wrong role model +Me & U +So I just might be tha wrong role model +For you and you +It’s safe to say +I had tha wrong role model +Oh lawd +So I just might be tha wrong role model +For your child + +Talk to ‘em Bad azz +[VERSE 2] +You might want jewelry like me +Get pussy like me +But is you really down to take care all of them children like me +Half my niggas in tha ground +Show you want hittas like me? +Show u wanna live tha life I live +U might not make 23 +Fo’ you ever try to be like me +Rather you be 23 +Michael Jordan +Cuz my life is for the dangerous and deep +I get blamed for a lot of pain +My life ain’t built for tha weak +Is you gon’ cry when ya nigga die +Or put his killa to sleep +I send a prayer to all tha lil ones +Who grew up livin’ like me +Hope you make it, some way, some how +And go and get it like me +But don’t be slippin’ like me +Be wit’ yo pistol like me +Is u gon’ buss behind yo shit +Sho you won’t be drippin like me +Can you guerilla hustle if you fall +Go get that ticket like me +Camp J, Angola bound +When u get ignorant like me +U want be Boosie +Would you want cancer in yo kidney like me +I was raised to think that sellin’ dope tha only way u get rich +Real shit +[HOOK] +I think I had tha wrong role model +Me & U +So I just might be tha wrong role model +For you and you +It’s safe to say +I had tha wrong role model +Oh lawd +So I just might be tha wrong role model +For your child + +[VERSE 3] +Let me take you back +When I was in a daze lookin’ +Fo’ I ever got some pussy +If you wasn’t a bad azz +People would thank that you was pussy +All my uncles trained me +Boosie you can’t be no pussy +Showed me how to be a gangsta +And they showed me how to cook it +This tha baking soda (Whip It) +This tha purple so (Sip It) +He’s a jacka, he might wack ya +This is serious +Kill him (I feel him) +Then he went to runnin’ all them gangsta stories +Bout Boo Milton nem +When 2Pac came to tha bottom +And I was feelin’ him +I used to drank tha whole bottom +Silk & Slim was my role models +I went to tha pen +Look what you did +I had tha wrong role model +Black Jesus up out that bottom +Big Rowe always sold me fire +And Big Hammer was a legend to me (Thug in Peace man) +[HOOK] +I think I had tha wrong role model +Me & U +So I just might be tha wrong role model +For you and you +It’s safe to say +I had tha wrong role model +Oh lawd +So I just might be tha wrong role model +For your child + +[BOOSIE TALKING TIL THE END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Drake On[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Riding around with my Draco +I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on +G shit, say something +Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it +I ain't got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on +Riding around with my Draco +I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on +I got Murder Was The Case on + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +I've been riding up and looking +When I find you lil pussy +I'ma slam you, and bam you +I'ma grab you by the pussy +Shit I'm from Louisiana, we call it Chopper City +Me and my partner stop the city, welcome to Chopper City +Mink coat, Draco +Keep that itty bitty boy in the back seat +Keep that itty bitty boy in the trap geeked +30 more in the clip on the back seat +I ride and I listen to Boosie +I turn up the bass, I rub on (?) +I'm ready for missions to do it +I'm doing it nigga +Didn't want the automatic fire on your pussy ass +You know I'm bout to ride on your pussy ass +Head down when you see me +Can't even look a nigga in the eye with your pussy ass +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Riding around with my Draco +I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on +G shit, say something +Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it +I ain't got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on +Riding around with my Draco +I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on +I got Murder Was The Case on + +[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy] +I'm a country nigga, run the city +Got a team of killers and they riding with me +Money thing gon' bring envy +Can't play fair cause these suckers iffy +I fill the cup up with Henny +Paranoid, ride with the semi +It ain't no rest for the weary +With the tool I can see clearly +Bump all y'all (?) +Young niggas swipe a credit card +Real ones gon' take the charge +Mouth closed stead of acting hard +Hate when niggas acting like a broad +In your eyes I can see the fraud +End up snitching on his whole squad +Real nigga, won't spare the rod +I'm riding around with the banger +The police, they getting the finger +Full of that liquor and flavor +Waving that thing out the Wrangler +I don't agree with no haters +Spectators are really debaters +I'm I'm into chasing the paper +Straight up, I don't need a chaser +Riding around with a bankroll +Rest in peace my nigga Bankroll +Streets go when I say so +(?) with that Draco +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Riding around with my Draco +I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on +G shit, say something +Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it +I ain't got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on +Riding around with my Draco +I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on +I got Murder Was The Case on + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +Got the semi automatic rifle in the backseat +Three deep in the Cherokee +Street sweep three deep, where you gon' run bitches? +You scared of me +Being a bitch, I will never be +I'm on that 2Pac feeling heavenly +I ride down the street with my weaponry +I ain't in the mood for (?) +I'm Ox, I hope they don't Belly me +Ride late night with your thug, how the thug life +(?) fucked up looking at the club lights +Riding with my nigga with my finger on the trigger +Let me fuck pussy nigga ain't got no Draco +My lil nigga just got out the groovy +He jumped in and told 'em put Boo on +Went and got in my Chrome 25 and took 'em a ride through the school zone +Turnt up on that gangster shit +I'm in my zone, I've been getting bands +My niggas be turnt up on that gangster shit +Lotta lean and a lotta Xans +Nigga hanging out the window when it hit the fan +Nigga come and get the money, put it in the bag +Got a hundred round drum, bitch don't run bitch +Free my cousin (?) and that nigga Chad +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Riding around with my Draco +I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on +G shit, say something +Riding around with my Draco, brand new, no tape on it +I ain't got no Drake on, fuck that my dog on +Riding around with my Draco +I ain't got no Drake on, I ain't got no Drake on +I got Murder Was The Case on2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pressure[Intro] +That my li nigga, he slide on anything, he pressure +He don't feel nothing, he'll test ya +He built different, he steal niggas +Back to back we drill niggas +That my lil nigga, he slide on anything, he pressure + +[Chorus] +I ride for you, you ride for me +You ride for me, I ride for you +I ride for you, you ride for me +I die for you, you die for me +I ride for you, you ride for me +I die for you, you die for me +I ride for you, you ride for me +I'll slide for you, you slide for me + +[Verse] - Boosie +I'm out the whip +You tried to caught me +(Got realer now) +You got your voice, I got the pump +(It got triller now) +Soon as we see him +We up and he slump +(So savage nigga) +Fuck him, he dead +Shouldn't of done what he done +(Li rapper nigga) +4KTrey like YB +Spare none +(It get sloppy nigga) +Boy said he gonna slide me +Must be scared you ain't done it nigga +Yea my dawg, my dawg +Im dropping a bag if he caught him +Quarter million on yo head get you smashed in the mall +(Told my dawg) +[Chorus] +I ride for you, you ride for me +You ride for me, I ride for you +I ride for you, you ride for me +I die for you, you die for me +I ride for you, you ride for me +I die for you, you die for me +I ride for you, you ride for me +I'll slide for you, you slide for me + +[Verse] - NBA Youngboy +Who the fuck is this nigga? +Just steady keep lookin +I swear if we play we gon bust him +My youngin gon stretch +Won't be no discussion +We clear out the scene it get ugly +Put that iron on that boy +In front of [?} +Like he was gon touch +Bitch it's 4KTrey Murder +You know that we thuggin +(I'll put that bitch i'm like fuck it) +50 rounds on that drac +When he come out the [?] +We gon up with that bitch +Then they bust his head +That rap nigga frighted +I know he scared and that fat nigga died for the shit he said +But you we slang iron and the way we play it +We hit him up outside where he stay +I got 30 on 5, watch out how i say it +59 shots and its full of led +We was slanging that fucka +I seen it, this was back gap when they ain't sign me +Make a move with lil ben onside me +Going hard with them hittas behind me +Shoutout wooda, at the studio everyweek +Niggas bitches, i know that blind see +Niggas dashing ain't thought bout trying me +[?] you niggas didn't sign me +If you play with my mind that's overkill +I told whop go to war [?] +Big 38, imma keep it real +Im big 38 A.I. i keep it sealed +I ain't cutting no corners thats what it is +I ain't changing my words fuck how you feel +Young nigga came up and made half a mill +You run up outta luck, bitch you outta here +[Outro] +I ride for you, you ride for me +You ride for me, I ride for you +I ride for you, you ride for me +I die for you, you die for me +I ride for you, you ride for me +I die for you, you die for me +I ride for you, you ride for me +I'll slide for you, you slide for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Me & my girlfriend[Chorus] +Lost in the world, me and my girlfriend +Protect me from my enemies +Lost in the world me and me and my girl +Hold me down through the misery + +[Verse 1] +I ain't gonna lie that pussy Fire as a mutherfucker +Already, when she fuck, she fuck steady +Hole wide open, Finger fuck her and she Bust nutts everywhere +Nigguh you love that dark hoe ! I take her everywhere +She ride with me, she fly with me, on private jets.. +Go on on the levi and fuck her i call that rough sex +All her body real good have her real smooth +Pull her hair back when i fuck her might be fucken true +I love her . because she never talk back to me +Never take people's side, never leave me by my side +She like to chill on my block and just chill wit me +Pop a pill with me +My bitch she keep it real with me +The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice +They say the bigger the tick the deeper the root +& she when i fuck her(dog), you feel me mane +You pussy niggas ain't ready for her head game + +[Chorus] +Lost in the world, me and my girlfriend +Protect me from my enemies +Lost in the world me and me and my girl +Hold me down through the misery +[Verse 2] +She talk crazy to everybody, ain't got no respect +She hate bitch(bitch), she like to spit on it +Real standard bitch, she on that savage shit +Her babies dry looking for dads its that parent shit +Go to sleep wake up, she still look the same +She say she love the way i touch her with my fucken hands +She don't really like me to show her off +Too many people have her going off. & you dont want that +We been together since 13, but i cheated on her +Met a bitch named April K and i seed'ed on her +She the women these nigguhs respect my mind showed her ass +On my d.d.d. I ain't lying +Winter time we be chillen in the house but i know my bitch bought +But im bought all the time +I pray to God i never fall in love again +I pray to God the same pray for live in + +[Chorus] +Lost in the world, me and my girlfriend +Protect me from my enemies +Lost in the world me and me and my girl +Hold me down through the misery + +[Outro] +Eveywhere I go you know I keep this nena by my heel +She ain't gonna let meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Motherless Child[Intro] +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +Fatherless child, motherless child +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +You separate bars from man to man from bars + +[Verse 1] +Damn, Mikey +Why you never talk to no one in school? +Why you be actin' so rude? +You ain't got no friends at all with you +You walk home but I never see nobody walk with you +Or talk to you +Girls try to talk to you, it's like you cold inside +You keep on walkin' on a bitch +Kinda cold inside +You don't even trust your friends +'cause you never had a friend +'cause your mother left you when you was 10 +Life full of sin +Walk to the store with the fiends +Conversate with the bums +Got no goals in your life +You ok with the slums +He been broke since he was young +He can't envision no peace +His daddy smokin' the pipe +His mama stuck in the streets +Fatherless child +[Chorus] +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +He need a meal to feed his motherfuckin' self, homie +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child + +[Verse 2] +Wake up cookin' fuckin' breakfast +Iron his own clothes +Cook his own fuckin' dope +He don't trust hoes +He too scared to be a daddy +He don't trust hoes +What you expect, his mama left +He don't trust hoes +My daddy left when I was 14, I was fatherless +Nearly 14 up in the deep, real retarded shit +I sleep and eat on Garfield, I was fatherless +Connie can't tell me nothin' I don't wanna hear Taqueria shit +My nigga Titus lost his mama +Been sellin' dope since he was 9 +He say his Aunty his mommy and mad at his daddy +Can't nobody make him go to school +So he don't go, he ratchet +He say fuck the world +He get money he have to +Motherless child +[Chorus] +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +He need a meal to feed his motherfuckin' self, homie +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child + +[Verse 3] +Free all my niggas in prison +Who need to be back with they children and siblings +So they can have less fatherless children runnin' this Earth +My niggas come from the dirt +The mud is downgrade +He got no mama and no daddy +So fuck it he found Satan +Fatherless child +Lookin' for love he lost patience +Got a pistol and went crazy +Wishin' he was Wayne shit so he could call Baby +This a fatherless child in a fatherless situation +He never had a father and I want a rapper to replace him + +[Chorus] +He think he grown and he know it +He think he grown and he show it +He need a meal, he feed his motherfuckin' self, homie +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +I know, fatherless child +I know, motherless child +[Outro] +I know your pain +Fatherless child +[?] +Motherless child +The walk that he walk +Fatherless child +You might of lost your mom and your daddy +Pray for that child +This for that lil girl sellin' pussy +Fatherless child +For that lil nigga in juvenile detention center +Pray for that child +Pray for that child +Fatherless childEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +U Down To RideYou down to ride nigga +Man I was raised round thugs nigga +Man it's Lil Boosie the 2005 juvie +In the hemi with the tooley +I got them yellow eyes like my daddy eyes +With a look upon my face that say homicide +Come take a ride in Baton Rouge where I'm runnin' loose +With a gun in hand everyday like 2Pac I'm juiced +Got my lil nigga in the back seat with a black hood with a doja of that backwoods +Rubber bands on his fingers you know my nigga stack wood2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Came2DaCan[Hook-Lil Boosie] +When we came to the can, these niggas ran +This for the bitch-ass niggas, we blessed they open hands +But when we came to the can, these niggas ran +No holler, no letters, no cheddar, nah, nigga + +[Verse 1-Lil Boosie] +When I came to the can, I saw it live and direct +What I seen with my eyes made me lose a lot of respect +For niggas I wrote checks, niggas I put clothes on +Niggas I gave a home, niggas I fronted heroin +Nigga can't even put [???] on a housephone +Shit, I had love for them niggas, now it's all gone +Nigga at the club with Rose by the cases +Stun the hoes like he chosen, this nigga made it +When he came down [???] situation I was the first one he called +But this nigga ducked my daughter in the mall +I should send a nigga to get that, but I'm gonna be cool +Cause if I cross ya and cutthroat ya, nigga, I'mma be you +You made the first mistake, nigga, when you forgot about misconduct +Second mistake, at court nigga, you wasn't even behind him +But I'm gon' kill you with kindness, what's happening nigga I'm out +Your VIP status is gone from the club to my house + +[Hook] +[Verse 2-C-Murder] +Soon as that jury said "guilty," +Everybody, they killed me +See this nigga on this hook, Lil Boosie? He feel me +I've got blood that say wanna see me rot in a box +I guess they feel them bullets gon' stop, but I think not +I feel like "Nah," they gonna be aiming for y'all +Cause y'all niggas ain't got C-Murder to call +I was a dog, [cussin?] and all, stole my Rolex and wrote checks +And God forgive me cause right now I wanna break this nigga neck +[???] and pushing more chickens +And my mission is to get revenge, [??] at my friends +They became my foes, man, I can't trust them hoes +I used to love my own brother, but I don't love him no more +Don't wanna hug him no more, cause this a limit fasho +That's why I tongue-kiss that tech 9, and fuck that .44 +That's why I love Corey, Chelsea, Courtney and Shanelle +And if that ain't you, dog, you niggas can go to HellEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Another Chance(Verse) +If I had another chance to call you I will call today +If I had another chance to call you I will call right away +Yeah I will call you, call you, tell you, tell you +Show you my niggas ain't loyal +If I can't call you, can call you, at least text you, at least text you +At least bless you with words like I love you(I love you nigga yeah) + +Dis for my nigga Lil Bleek +Am feeling the pain coz my nigga gone +This is for my sister Teak?... am wrong +I should answer the phone +I wish my paps can see me make another song(Aah) +I should have prayed a prayer to God that Pimp C leave the syrup alone + +(Chorus) +If I had another chance to call you I will call today +If I had another chance to call you I will call right away +If I had another chance to call you I will call today +If I had another chance to call you I will call right away + +(Verse 2) +I know he missing his baby +My nigga Ray J ( wish u would call me ) +P diddy missing his lady (and from his post on instagram) +He feels like his love is gone away +I want my Daddy back +I want to get you that fucking cardillac +Everything you can't imagine i can imagine that (i want daddy back) +I lost a boss and i became a boss [i swear] +I took a loss and it took all my sauce ( my niggas) +Wish i can call you +Tell you to fall through +Wish i can tell you how niggas ain't love you +Wish i can call you and hear your laugh on the phone +I waste the dough to get your ass back home +[Chorus] +If i had another chance to call you i will call today +If i had another chance to call you i will call right away +If i had another chance to call you i will call today ( I will call early) +If i had another chance to call you i will call right away + +Bridge +Just want to call you +Tell you +Just want to hear you +Just want to call you +Hear you +If i had another chance to call you +Would be early... would be early +If i had another chance to call you +Super early ... super early +Imma tell you niggas ain't loyal +Tears in my eyes on this modafucka right here +Tears in my eyes + +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck the Police x10[Intro] +This goes to that motherfucker who just maced my niece +Them motherfuckers who just took a million dollars worth of jewelry from me +It's on now, motherfucker +It's all on now, motherfucker + +[Verse 1] +Dear police, are you afraid? (Are you afraid?) +What have you been taught at that academy to be afraid? (Scared ass bitch) +Why you don shoot at the hand, thigh or the leg(tell me that) +Why you get shoot for the blacks, chasin' they head (you call police) +What if your job got shot down for no reason? (What if that your job?) +He had no gun, hands up, shot for no reason (you dirty bitch) +They charge him, said they gon' convict him, I don't believe (I don't believe) +Protect and serve, they don't do it, so we don't need 'em + +[Chorus] +You pussy bitches, pigs in trainin' +You bitches dangerous, look in the mirror, y'all the fucking gangsters +You pussy bitches, I hope you rot in hell +Hope you get fucked in that cell, motherfucker +You pussy bitches, look how they do us niggas +They wanna act like we wrong, when we shoot them bitches +Without that badge, you a bitch in a hat +You pussy ass nigga with a gun +Fuck your pussy ass, fuck your captain too +You need a headshot, bitch, for your sons +[Verse 2] +They the biggest gang in the world +They do the coldest things in the world +They ask me how I feel 'bout the cops gettin' shot +Eye for eye, tooth for tooth +You don't give a motherfuck what they do to you +If they can line 'em all up, they'll shoot the crew +Like the tosser cops, she a crazy bitch +Inmates listen up, please do me a favor, rape the bitch +I'm at the point where I hate this shit +I'm at the point where I can't take this shit no more, nigga +If anybody on the news tryna take off for 'em +I ain't watchin' your show, you a hoe, nigga +Baton Rouge, Baltimore, [?] +It's goin' brazy, bitch down, get retarded +We gotta show 'em that black lives matter +It's no love for the chief in the casket + +[Chorus] +Pussy bitches, you know that you wrong +You shoot for no reason, you come in our homes, they don't wanna leave us alone +Pussy bitches, you committin' these murders +You scared and you nervous, your purpose is murder +You pussy bitches, I hate you with all of my heart +I hate how you look in 'em suits, I hate how you walk in 'em boots +I hate your whole family, bitch, you ain't no grown man, you a bitch +I hope that your daughter, she suckin', the blackest of blackest of dicks +[Verse 3] +Bitches got me mad and I'm turnt up +They do it in your city, fuckin' burn it up +Don't stop, man, run, better get the fuck +Like Tip say, man, it's either them or us +Tell me this, why you shoot that man? +Wake up, it's the Klu Klux Klan +They just took the white shit off they head +And put another color suit on instead +They kill two of us niggas every week +Leave us dead, stinkin' in the street +Say we was a threat to they ass +But they lyin' 'cause it's on TV +And the rules that they got for the law +When them bitches go to court, they gon' walk +If the police every ask you a question +Don't talk, they the enemy + +[Chorus] +Pussy bitches, I hope that you die +I hope you get put in the alligator pit and eaten alive +Pussy bitches, I hope you don't sleep +I'm fuckin' your daughters real hard in they asshole, I'm the police2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Takem Back[INTRO] +Take 'em back Hatch +Take 'em back, Take 'em back +In tha rental Jag +I remember nigga +Gettin' plenty ass +Garfield Street + +[INTRO] +We grew up youngstas on tha corner tryna make a livin' +Tryna make it back home, so we take a pistol +15, mug mean, we was big boys +Clutching on tha big toys, gamble wit' tha big boys +I ain't cry like a bitch when it got hard +On tha block all day, Me and Big Boy (Big Chris) +Hope I live to see tomorrow, got a big rod +Got a lil rap name, got a lil head start +Chrome tucked, all chromed up +Remember fuckin' all tha juveniles, who remember that? +Kangol was tha winter hat +Me and my nigga in tha rental Jag gettin' plenty ass +Henny bottle in tha backseat +Dirty choppa in tha backseat +If it's a problem, let my nigga out tha backseat +He ASAP, make ya ass leak and it's that deep +[HOOK] +Take 'em back Hatch +Take 'em back Hatch, Take 'em back +Take 'em back Hatch, take 'em back Hatch +Wasn't no killin' then +Take 'em back Hatch +Take 'em back Hatch 3x +Them niggas loved me then +They used to love me then + +[VERSE 2] +Remember I ain't have a gold chain +Wood fingers with tha four hand +This was way before tha cocaine +Gambled so much at night, my fingers stiffin' in tha cold man +I lost my old man +'97 was a cold year, '98 was a slow year (talk to 'em nigga) +'99 was a grind you ain't seen in a long time +Now tha hoes straight walk to me nigga +Quit school, fuck that Ima big shot +2 kids back to back, now my dick hot +20 G's a verse, tryna quit, now why sell tha work when I do a verse for a brick now +Niggas switching in tha click now +My money steady gettin' thick now +These niggas comin' for my shit huh +Had to buss a nigga shit huh +And he knew that I was sick huh +[HOOK] +Take 'em back Hatch 6x +They wasn't jealous then, they wasn't jealous then +Take 'em back Hatch 3x +Them niggas loved me then +So many niggas man they loved me then +Take 'em back Hatch + +[VERSE 3] +Shit '03 when it first started +100 b's of tha Bob Marley on 55 (Jacktown) +Go hit my nigga Slow on Les Street +My block, G Street no bitch street +Coke, weed, x pills couldn't miss me +On my homie street, they call me Big Chief +Turned up to tha roof all night +This when Ruger, Reb, and Lil Neek they was ridin' bikes +Slangin' tommy's every night by tha club scene +Green and yellow cd had tha club mean +Rollin' wit' a nigga then, in tha end +Same nigga, came right and tried to touch me +'06 it was ugly, remember dat +'07 they started hatin', we got plenty gats +'08 they started rappin, we wasn't rappin back +'09 no questions asked, that's yo ass +[HOOK] +Take 'em back Hatch +Take 'em back Hatch +Out tha window, and I'm waving that +Take 'em back Hatch +Take 'em back Hatch +Ankie Paul in tha blue truck, I'm in tha back +Comin' out wit' a bigger bag +Take 'em back Hatch +Out tha window man, and I'm waving that +Shootin' at tha mall +When they tried to hit my dawg up +When they tried to hit us all up + +[AD LIBS] til song endsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Call Of Duty[Intro] +I promise to protect and serve my family +And the ones I love +By all means +That’s my call of duty + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Woke up, family calling my line +Real shit, ‘cause family calling me crying +‘Bout lil shit, like bills and dollar signs +Fuck around and say that I ain’t got it, they say I’m lying +Plus I got to take care of my momma +Got to take care of my daughter, and be a father +One of my baby mamas calling off, want me to fix the picture +Go do for mine, not you, you got a whole nigga +Aunty need, my cousin need, bought all my nieces' cars +Blessings coming equal for me, all the people love me +No more asking for hundreds, it’s thousands, they know I’m getting money +But I ain’t Sean John yet, I’m a young Puffy +Wit a call of duty though, wit kids so beautiful +Soon as I say no, they gon’ holler I ain’t real no more +I’m from a family of hustlers, players, and fiends +Now I see what comes along with this dream +Serving my call of duty + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +Promise help to my mama, mama, mama, my my lil sister +Nigga, that’s just my call of duty +Time to be a daddy now, daddy now +Serving my call of duty, serving my call of duty +(I promise to protect and serve my family) +Serving my call of duty, serving my call of duty +(By all means, it’s my call of duty) +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Granny told me with a lot of money comes a long line +Sometimes, I get so tired, think everybody’s lying +But I stand up like a real nigga, barely say No I’m a ill nigga +Boss just left the jeweler, whole clique shine like a flicker flicker +Family worrying me, PO keep fucking with me +Shouldn’t have got caught with that shit, but I need that burner on me +If I keep saying oh nanana, you’re gon’ start turning on me +Now it’s my call of duty to burn your ass, permanently +‘Cause my niggas in the grave’s kids call me Daddy, too +Got a call of duty to try my best to fill their daddy’s shoes +So many niggas ungrateful, the real nigga blues +So many nights, I feel used, on my call of duty +Hustler, blessed to be given this assignment, really +Rather have this call of duty than a [?] +My dog need a nigga, he halfway through his bid +Sent my momma with a money bag to his kids +Nigga, that just my call of duty + +[Hook] + +[Outro] +Call of duty +Being a real nigga making real nigga music +That’s just my call of duty +The streets need me, they call Boosie +No pressure, my nigga +That’s just my call of duty +Yeah +Yeah +That’s just my call of duty, nigga +Boosie Badazz +Boosie BadazzEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Waitin’ on a Visit[Hook] +They got my niggas in tha parish +Chillin on a Wednesday +Waitin on a visit +But it gon' be okay +It gon' be okay +I wish I had my AK +I wish I had my AK +They got my niggas up the road +Thuggin on their chores +Hopin something folds (something folds) +But it gon' be okay +It gon' be okay +I wish I had my AK +I wish I had my AK + +Man I realize I'm stuck in this bitch +And I'm a trigger finger itchy +From the K I love to go spit +And ain't no visits +When your bread gone +My head gone +Can't say shit +Because I'm dead wrong +I'm dead wrong +Commissary on low +And I can't even buy no titties +So I'm ready +To take of my socks +And box cuz Im'a miss (huh) +I love taking pictures up that road +To let my niggas know +I was wit you everyday you chose +I read it up in jail +Why the fuck you put me in the field +My hands hurt +And mister look it keep it real +When I get out this bitch +They gon' say Mayday Mayday +You done took half of my life plus my AK my AK +From Hunts to Angola and DCI to cry tears +Come home from 5 years +See how wild the world is +I wish my life was gas tank +Cause I need a fill up +Couldn't pay my cousin lawyer that done fucked my whole year up +(chorus) + +This is for my niggas on the reasons +Scratch like it like a pit +Everytime a nigga won't be home +But he miss his ak +Cuz thats what raised him +The only real toys daddy ever fuckin gave him +These hoes went to twenty to ten to fucking two +Go fall off in that pit and see how all yall hoes do +His boys conficted fellons and they can't come see ya +Yo little boy I had a program he can't come neither +Now play this song up in your walkman in your bed at night +And tell me next you see me if i lead you right +And ain't no smiles when your shine gone +Looked at a man and asked why he did it +He said the devil got his mine going +Listen when I spit it and watch what I'm saying +I know you sick up in that bitch dawg +But never stop praying +Hold my hand you can lean on me +I'm the friend that pull up on the curb nigga when you go on E + +Chorus + +How the fuck do you think my momma feel +Mr. Officer you got her crying +Tears everytime my nigga call her +My daughter(iviona hatch) she don't knows it's my face +Cuz she don't see me that much +Plus I'd hate for her to see me in cuffs +This is for my niggas on preroll man +Like Big Lo Diddy Charge and Trail Charge and James Cole man +Them niggas are hard to pump blood nigga +It pump alien piss +And they love them a.k.s +That's why they stay in that bitch +For the forgivers we some niggas in a rush to get paid +You can see this dawg bitches plus I'm duckin a grave +I told my momma when I die +Put my casket on dubz +Roll me in with all my thugs and put a blunt in my tux +This is for my niggas who incarcerated +Boy I hate it hold your head up and you oughta make it +I told my dawgs over and over over again +When a nigga take may I won't hit some ak... +(it gon be ok.......)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love Yo Family[Intro] +Love your family, take care your granny +It's all love in the Boosie family +Love your family, take care your granny +Boosie Blues Cafe + +[Verse 1] +Pass them neck bones (Pass them neck bones) +(Pass the peas, man, your neck bone's fallin' off the throne) +Collared greens and chicken (Collared greens and chicken) +(That fried chicken in this motherfucker, give me a leg, give me a leg) +Sweet potato pie stepped on (Sweet potato pie stepped on) +(Ooh, Grandma did a thing) +Ooh, Granny put her feet in (Granny put her feet in) +(I'm takin' a couple these pies home, straight up) +Moonshine for my ho (Moonshine for my ho) +(We gettin' money now, Uncle Tony, we straight, nigga) +Nigga, drink how you wanna (nigga, drink how you wanna) +(Don't start actin' crazy now) +My nephew like the weed (My nephew like the weed, trees) +(Muchies, Pete, all them) +Nigga, smoke how you wanna (Nigga, smoke how you wanna) +It's all love on this corner (It's all love on this corner) + +[Chorus] +So love your family +(If you love your nigga, hug your nigga, if that's your sister, hug her right now) +Hug your family (Hug your family) +(If she play with your sister, beat her fuckin' ass) +Love your family (Love your family) +Go'n hug your family (Go'n hug your family) +[Verse 2] +One of my family go to jail +(You know how we is, we gon' fight for our people, straight up) +Everybody go to court +(Everybody goin' to court, free Jaron, man, you already know what it is) +Sugar tea, potato salad +(You know my family make the best potato salad, off the gate, straight up) +Made by my Uncle Darryl (Made by my Uncle Darryl) +(My aunties playin' cards, we love to gamble) +Shootin' dice on the porch (Shake 'em up, let 'em go) +(Bronson, no dice, nigga, no dice, Pete) +I'm goin' with a ten or four (Goin' with a ten or four) +(I'm goin' with 'em, man, aw shit, it's time to eat, nigga) +Crawfish, like hey (We love crawfish, I ain't lie) +Nigga suckin' off the head (Nigga suckin' off the head) +Whole family, yeah yeah (Whole family, yeah yeah) + +[Chorus] +So love your family +(If you love your nigga, hug your nigga, if that's your sister, hug her right now) +Hug your family (Hug your family) +(If she play with your sister, beat her fuckin' ass) +Love your family (Go'n love your family, go'n love your family) +Go'n hug your family (Go'n hug your family, go'n hug your family) +Go'n hug your family +[Outro] +Sugar tea, potato salad +(Oh we 'bout to dance now, stirrin' that, stirrin' that potato salad, yeah) +Made by my Uncle Darryl (Made by my Uncle Heaven) +(Stir that potato salad Heaven, yeah, like that, yeah) +Sugar tea, potato salad +(Sugar tea, potato salad, stir it heavy, ooh, ooh, ooh) +Made by my Uncle Darryl (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh) +Love my family +(Everywhere we go, we gon' turn up, you gon' know we been there off the top) +Just left Miami +(We on the jet skis, we goin' to Six Flags, everywhere, straight up) +Woo, love them children +(I'm, bruh, I love them damn children, I love y'all, I ain't lyin') +Keep me happy, keep me happy +Family (That's my family) +Pass the neck boneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fly Away[Hook: Boosie Badazz] + +Sometimes I wish I could fly +So many wish they could ball +So many names on the wall +Too many gangstas on the yard +Probably the realest shit I ever wrote + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] + +Sometimes I wanna fly away from all this money madness +But I think about it, how many people wish they fuckin' had it +Imma be all the way one hundred, miss my fuckin' daddy +Miss my nigga right now, josin', making commissary +We pack the mortuary, this life is dark and scary +You can't trust too many, gotta know who against me +I take shots of Henny, man, I need a break +I'm two steps away from clickin' 40 minutes straight +I make the real relate, real music gave back to the hood +So tell me this (nigga), how could you hate? +Slander me in the news. Press conference around my crews +Many nights I wanted to fly away and give my kids my dues +I know some niggas in the booth, wish they had ten thousand dollars +Know some niggas up in jail, wish they woulda been a scholar +Model citizen, you trippin' if you ain't feeling it +Everybody go through roller coaster rides +I miss my granny, I ain't lying +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] + +Sometimes I wish I could fly +So many wish they could ball +So many names on the wall +Too many gangstas on the yard +Probably the realest shit I ever wrote + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] + +Damn, that nigga wanna ball like me +Diabetes, enemies, you want it all like me +Where people take your words and twist it +On parole, still pissin' +Mad, wishin' somebody'd make some more real ass niggas +Nobody showing love. This how we growing up +Don't know if we gonna see tomorrow, this why we showing up +Better do something if you wanna ball +Yeah we do something, my niggas on call +Just looked at a picture of six niggas. Only two of us now +Your honor, I've been doing right. I don't want no trouble +P.O. I just wanna feed my family. I just wanna travel +I know you tired of goin' to college, but don't wanna tell daddy +Got a vision, but your vision come up a different alley +Of yes sir's and no sir's +As a child I wanted to fly away from junkies, Budweiser's, lies and cuss words +Got in them streets and I realized +No matter how good you gonna still die +Tears come to my eye for Bleek and Ivy +So many niggas cross the wall +Wish they could ball again +Homicide, momma cryin', they got her son again +Hurt the whole family, ripped they pride away +Little sister wanna fly away +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] + +Sometimes I wish I could fly +So many wish they could ball +So many names on the wall +Too many gangstas on the yard +Probably the realest shit I ever wrote + +[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] + +Can't forget my niggas who, they gave a life sentence to +Lil Joe, Dan, Mike Fleet and Moo, my penitentiary crew +I know you wanna fly away sometimes. That shit be hittin' you +Convicted as a killer, but don't let your mind be convicted too +The police killing niggas. Niggas playin' it south +Damn, that nigga killin' now. He's a fuckin' cause +Shit, put my name on the wall with them wall niggas +The two new Craigs, both hit with the flame, yeah ya'll niggas +Fly away, God help me. Luvah just lost his nephew +Still a young nigga, I left he was seven +Mookie still cryin' tears and it hurt my heart +Make you wanna fly away, when they murk ya boy +I know your pain lil' momma. You want the Hollywood lifestyle +The lights, but it's hard, cuz your from Alabama +Hurtin' inside, but smiling for the camera +Shit, so much pressure you feel like giving up +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] + +Sometimes I wish I could fly +So many wish they could ball +So many names on the wall +Too many gangstas on the yard +Probably the realest shit I ever wrote1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bad Bitch Story[Verse 1] +Here's a story 'bout a bad bitch, dark and lovely, real thick +Shorty stands up out, 5 - 6 +Yeah, I met her at the corner store, gave her my name, she was feelin' my game and she gave me her info +From that moment, yeah, we hit it off, never knowin' that this chick would cost me bruh +For being a creeper, dickin' down his diva +Man, I was thinkin' freak her, but I should've been thinkin' leave her +'cause if my homie only knew the deal, I know for sho' that he would wanna kill me, bruh +For being a creeper, dickin' down his diva +Man, I was thinkin' freak her, but I should've been thinkin' leave her + +[Hook] +How could this be wrong, when it feel so right?, (right) +And if I'm wrong it won't be the first time in my life +I asked myself, I said, how could this be wrong, when it feel so right? +And if I'm wrong it won't be the first time in my life + +[Verse 2] +I think I'm 'posed to say I let her go but the pussy soakin' wet and I keep goin' back for mo' +My nigga he trippin', he weak, I need to tell my son, dawg +That this bitch like the next bitch, for the big dogs she a jump-off +He might not know what I'm sayin', he might feel some way 'bout his man +He might turn on me and hate me +Is these just excuses I'm makin'? +I'm fuckin' his bitch, droppin' her off to go fuck with my dawg +Pick him back up and go drop my boy off +Take that lil pussy right back to the house +We go from the bed, the shower the wall +She suckin' my dick while he ringin' her phone +This can't go on, this shit is wrong +We be in the same room, sittin' on the same couch +We probably could make it if nobody talked +[Hook] +I asked myself, I said, how could this be wrong, when it feel so right? +And if I'm wrong it won't be the first time in my life +I asked myself, I said, how could this be wrong, when it feel so right? +(I know a lot of people done been thru this) +And if I'm wrong it won't be the first time in my life + +[Verse 3] +Here's a story 'bout a bad bitch, dark and lovely, real thick +Shorty stands up out +Here's a story 'bout a bad bitch, dark and lovely, real thick +Shorty stands up out +Why do we do the things we do, girl, do these things we choose? +Why do we do the dude?, girl +Why do we do the things we do, girl, do the things we choose?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +When You Gonna Drop[Intro:] +I'm tired of all these bitch ass niggas asking me when I'm gonna drop +I got you niggas now. Say Mel and T gonna get this shit pressed up (uh huh ) I'm Ready! +(I'm ready) cause I'm tired of these niggas asking me + +[Hook] +They like look Boosie when you gonna drop, why not Boosie is you're gonna flop nigga, un un +Boosie where been nigga I've been on the block at studios, selling blocks, whatever it takes to make a knot + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +I ain't fucking with this dubbind shit the whole world loving this +Bow down and suck this dick you are the rap fucking trick +14 15 I told that I had a dream +16 17 I was selling crack to crack fiens +I live this shit so get it right +My phone won't let me sleep at night +My Razor phone is prepaid +Them nextels they like AIDS +They Dangerous, They Gangsterous like all my niggas who hang with us +All my niggas who bang with us wear trill entertainment chains with us +I made you wait until the winter now I got you cold +2006 I'm in this bitch now I got control +Gucci shades that's what I floss with +My bitch don't window shop she goes in and shop for raw shit +I told her outside fuck this +Let’s hit them with a double disc +Me and Lil Webbie we drop more hits that Snoop Dog and Ludacris +You ain't heard about this Boosie shit open you ears +When you open you ears welcome to Phil nigga +Man I've been hot selling out the stores +But always lose my CEO's +Love to fuck with gangsters I don't affiliate with hoes +First I got to do my promo shows that gonna be hell +Gotta do my interview like 50 that gonna make Lil B sell +Gotta ease my mind in with Reese Keese down ATL +Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl for the judge send me to jail +I'm thugged out but you can't tell +Was drugged out now I'm mell +Don't smoke nothing, don't drank nothing +You play me I'm gonna swang something +Since been gonna my feelings gone +Mane they did my nigga wrong +If you think you're the sickest +Confess and say you did it +This album gonna be the sickest +That's on my pops +He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop +He told never smoke rock +Told me how he hate cops +He watching over be the bad ass drop +Here go bad ass pops +Daddy watch over me the bad ass drop and mama ain't gotta work no more believe that + +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +I sick of a nigga with a 100 bricks +Watch Lil Boosie running shit +We dick hoes down for hours +While you one niggas coming quick +We flip these hoes like dominos +Niggas better hide your hoes +We snatch you all hoes out Magic City +And make them hoes get ratchet with it +I'm dicking dicking down south new makeover +And niggas Louisiana takeover +And like Hova I'm versatile +Real niggas gonna retire +I'm be like George Clinton round this bitch spiting that 45 +With this little light of mine +I'm gonna shine +You ain't got be featured on my tape I don't need you niggas anyway +All my hoes thong drop +Yeah, I take they thong off +"Boosie when your album drop?" +As soon as you finish swelling +I'm finished thank you +Pull your draws up on your waist +Wipe that shit up out your face +And let's go get an Outback Steak +Cause Bad Ass done dropped today +This what you gonna snatch today +This the sickest dub edition since 2Pac done passed away +So you ain't gotta ask today +When I'm coming is you following +This bitch in done with so ask about the Golden Child +Big stacks I'm holding now +Big Gaks I'm buss 'em +Big nights I fuck 'em, hand cuff 'em, cause I don't trust 'em +2004 I was balling woah did you see the DVD +I can hear Pimp C hollin about "look at me, look at me" +I'm the spices in the gumbo +I'm the fries at popeyes +I ain't retarded I'm retunto +Compared to no nigga at all +Cause I'm a dog +In the rock I'm a Pit +And I stopping for shit I'm full blooded +All my niggas go fearless from New York to Philly +From Detroit to my State +In Florida I am heavyweight +In Georgia got real estate +California affiliate +Jackson Mississippi got my back like thats my living state +Saint Louis and Mobile they clock steel and pop pills +Savannah Georgia they K kill can forget about J-ville +A-town and D-town they grab keys like rebounds +Arkansas is straight rage +They shoot niggas on stage +Fear payed and chess say +I end you fucking career nigga +Hit you with they steel nigga you won't feel that pill nigga +Can't no rapper fucking with me +Hit you from my way look like Tim Duncan, Tony Parker and Manu Ginobili +Ask about me if you don't know me and that's off the top +He watching over me the bad ass drop here go bad ass pop1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cryin’Boosie Badazz, B Will +Granny say it's alright to cry + +I told Miss Linda, Please stop cryin' +She said, Boosie, they killed three of my sons and my lil son +I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin' +My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin' +I hope my Linda, she ain't cryin' +She said Boosie, don't let them kill you, I'm prayin' for you baby +I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin' +My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin' +I send this out Miss Linda, your name put me in my feelings +Your child was my best friend of me, his death almost ended me +They sentenced me, I got to Hunts and I got high about it +Lit up a hump, looked at the kids on my chest, and what I did? +I cried about it +Cried like a motherfucker when my daddy died on the steps of Garfield, where the ghosts walk by +Man, momma say she got a plan, she just don't know the way +Momma say fuck that fame, we goin' section 8 +Still she hug and kiss me, let me know that I'm a blessed today +I remember, bills due, water cold, momma tearin' up +The brokeness made the fall foggy and it ain't clearin' up +Cuz my cousin doin' life at 15, no sweet 16, lord +How your grandmother doin, what the old lady asked +Not knowin that my old lady passed, fuck that, I want my old lady back +It was sad lookin at Travon picture in the cell, thinkin' will lil Tudie be safe and well +I clutch my pillow and start cryin' +I wrote a letter to my momma and told her I was sorry, (sorry ma) +I ain't gon lie I felt like crying +Momma say, ain't nothin' wrong with cryin' + +People hurtin', people dyin +Prosecutors lyin', chopper shots flyin' +Stay strong, look, I'm tryin' +Right now they cryin' +Thug died and I cried, unsolved murders and framed suicides +Before 17 we all died inside, at 16 I spoke the language of death +Paw paw died on the steps +I speak to my God, but nobody else +You look above but the glow is in self +As a black man, I can't ask for no help +But some nights I cry, for my friends who ain't make it past 15 +JJ was a fool, he won't see this dream + +I told Miss Linda, Please stop cryin' +She said, Boosie, they killed three of my sons and my lil son +I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin' +My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin' +I hope my Linda, she ain't cryin' +She said Boosie, don't let them kill you, I'm prayin' for you baby +I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin' +My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin' +We did plenty crimes friends of mine, yeah we put in work +Lost some friends of mine, kin of mine and I ain't gon lie, it hurt +Asked forgiveness for my sins, so in jail I went to church +Said a prayer when I was gone, that lil donkey dont get murked +My tears'll fill a purse or Chanel bag +You touching them fuckin kids, you should be dead for that +One day she gon start crying, remember everything you did +Overprotected by the time she have a kid +My black people out here crying, can't blame me +They in Charlot bout to riot, they angry +They chained me, calling home to Mookie, now Mookie gone +We holding on, need to call my momma Linda on the phone + +I hope she cooking and not crying +She said, Boosie, they killed three of my sons and my lil son +I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin' +My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin' +I hope my Linda, she ain't cryin' +She said Boosie, don't let them kill you, I'm prayin' for you baby +I ain't gon lie I won't stop cryin' +My granny say, ain't nothin wrong with cryin' + + +This song gone make you start crying +If you wanna cry, it's your turn, go and cry +Cuz ain't nothin' wrong with crying +Ain't nothin' wrong with crying +Granny say, you been holding a lot in, when you gone let it go, grandson? +I was goin thru some things +This song gone make you start crying +Sometimes you gotta be by yourself to cry, get all alone and start crying +When they told me Bleek was dead I dropped the phone and started crying +I said help me Lord +Started crying +Momma say ain't nothing wrong with cryingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Me, Myself & I[HOOK] +I make noise by myself +Slang them toys by myself +Did my time by myself +Write my rhymes by myself +Move packs by myself +Kill rats by myself +Told tha judge free my girl +Mane I did it by myself +Me, Myself, and I (7x) +Just Me, Myself and I + +[VERSE 1] +Every since they took I +It been me, myself, and I +Middle finger to the world +My berretta on my side +I ain’t tellin’ on myself +I ain’t talkin’ to tha folk +Ride for me, I die for me +Shit that’s all a nigga know +Nigga told on me befo’ +Had me facing death row +Say we got you on these bodies +Do you wanna talk? No! +Shit I bought my own work nigga +Built my own clientele +Guess who own my label nigga +Me, Myself, and I bitch +Dress my ass off nigga +I don’t need a stylist +I’m from Garfield street nigga +I don’t trust nann bitch +WCW, Jerico I slam shit +I fuck a ho, that’s on me +But I don’t trust nann bitch +[HOOK] +I make noise by myself +Slang them toys by myself +Did my time by myself +Write my rhymes by myself +Move packs by myself +Kill rats by myself +Told tha judge free my girl +Mane I did it by myself +Me, Myself, and I (7x) +Just Me, Myself and I + +[VERSE 2] +Told tha judge free my girl +Told ‘em that I made her do it +Loc ain’t make me, Trill ain’t make me +Nigga I made Boosie +I made niggas, made niggas +Made niggas way realer +Even on tha monkey bars, nigga I ain’t play wit’ em +By myself, all alone +By myself, I move zones +1 deep wit’ that heat buckin’ through tha school zone +Free Lil Bronson, Free Lil Titus +Lil Joe Joe josin’ by his self +Shoulda told them niggas no +When them niggas called for help +Shit I write my own music nigga +Shoot my own videos +I don’t do no ugly bitches +Me, Myself, and pretty ho’s +Bought my first Girbaud’s by myself +They was stone washed +Never back down +By myself, I got a lion heart +[HOOK] +I make noise by myself +Slang them toys by myself +Did my time by myself +Write my rhymes by myself +Move packs by myself +Kill rats by myself +Told tha judge free my girl +Mane I did it by myself +Me, Myself, and I (7x) +Just Me, Myself and IEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Born By The River[Intro] +By the river +By the river +Boosie Badazz +In a little tent +I was born by the river +True story +In a little tent +Oh, and just like the river +I been runnin' ever since +I was born by the river +In a little tent +Oh, and just like the river +I been runnin' ever since +I was born + +[Verse 1] +By the river, in a place full of wrong +Poverty stricken living is a place I call home +Runnin' from the bird and the pen, broken loss +Small house, low on cover so me and my brother fought +We would fight all the time, first gunshots was scared +We would hit the floor +Got used to 'em, now them gunshots would turn to jokes +Remember eighty-eight, when we first saw snow +Grew up hopin' to travel so we could see that once more +(I was born), with a chip on my shoulder, and an attitude +With a clip in my holster livin' in Baton Rouge +Where haters get duct-taped, friends testify +If you make it to see 25 you're satisfied, oh lord +[Chorus] +Born by the river +In a little tent +Oh, and just like the river +I been runnin' ever since +I was born by the river +True story +In a little tent +Oh, and just like the river +I been runnin' ever since +I was born + +[Verse 2] +House packed with the fam but we didn't notice +Hope they leave the house tonight, who? the cockroaches +Mama stressin' so it's hard to tell her stop smokin' +Cousins Glock totin', man, daddy rock smokin' +Came up, a lot of people changed up +World of the fam 'cause the bands ain't changed us +We was born with a coke spoon, that silver shit was dreams to us +Grew up servin' my uncles 'cause that's what green do +Puff the loud, close my eyes, and dream +From a family full of players, hustlers, felons, and fiends, man +Coming up, I watched plenty get they money long +Same niggas start lacin', now they money gone +[Chorus] +Born by the river +In a little tent +Oh, and just like the river +I was born by the river +I been runnin' ever since +I was born by the river +Miss Muley turkey wing +In a little tent +Oh, and just like the river +Boosie Badazz +I been runnin' ever since +I was + +[Bridge] +Born by the river +I was born by the river +And my mama cried when my daddy died, by the river +Where you got your first piece of pussy at? by the river +I was born by the river +I was born by the river +And my mama cried when my daddy died, by the river +When I was young my whole family stayed by the river +I was born in a hurry, I was born in a hurry +'Cause my mama had to be at work by 8:30 +In a hurry, doctor hurry, by the river +[Chorus] +Born by the river +In a little tent +Oh, and just like the river +I been runnin' ever since +I was born by the river +In a little tent +Oh, and just like the river +I been runnin' ever since +I was born + +[Outro] +Born, in a hurryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pussy Lips on Live[Intro] +Suede, this my shit + +[Chorus] +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, put your pussy lips on live +Put your pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I got a lil' money, what's ya CashApp? (What's ya CashApp?) +Girl, get naked on the phone, make ya ass clap (Cut up) +Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, shit yeah, you cuttin' up, bae +Nipple rings on her titties and they pretty pretty (Sauce) +Told her, "Show the world," and she really with it +God damn, girl you fine (Fine) +Sit them phone right between them thighs, we goin' live +Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy all over the phone (All that pussy) +Shit, the strip club cold, better jump on this bitch +If your rent short, bih, better jump on this bitch + +[Chorus] +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, put your pussy lips on live +Put your pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live +[Verse 2] +I see pretty pussy, ugly pussy, I'm lookin' at some wet shit, money pussy +I add her to the live, oh shit, that's a man, exed him out quick 'cause I knew he had a dick, got me fucked up +Back showin' pussy, bucked up, showin' love to my niggas in the pen, fucked up +Bitch what's ya CashApp? +Might as well run it up, got another hundred fifty, stick your finger in your butt +Ooh, now look at me and say you won't fuck (Ooh) +Now moan, suck ya fingers like a slut (Ooh) +Now come ride daddy big truck, now come girl and taste yo nut + +[Chorus] +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand dollars +Put your pussy lips on live, put your pussy lips on live +Put your pussy lips on live, pussy lips on live, pussy lips on liveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Loyalty[Intro: Lil Boosie] +When you ain't loyal it come back to haunt you for real +Wish you was loyal now +Turn me up, turn me up +Wish you was loyal now + +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Your girls, they told you, do you +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Now you wish you was loyal +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you weren't loyal to me +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you wish you was loyal now +Your friends, they told you do you +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Now you wish you was loyal +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you weren't loyal to me +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you wish you was loyal now + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +From the jump you was fucked up +From the jump you was fucked up, I was blind though +Man I never should of loved her +Man I never should of trust her, she was fine though +I'm gonna let 'em know it's certain shit +Treat a nigga like a real nigga, treat his side ho +I had lil dough, he had big dough +Big dough'll make an unloyal bitch though +Bitch had me hypnotized cause she fucked up +Bitch always gotta go, what the fuck for? +Always with her friends but they freaky +Sneaking and you're geeking with your cheating ass +Year passed and you called, I ain't home +Sitting on that check and you sitting broke at home +Head hurting cause your bill due on your phone +While I'm sitting on mils and I'm sitting on the throne +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Your girls, they told you, do you +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Now you wish you was loyal +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you weren't loyal to me +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you wish you was loyal now +Your friends, they told you do you +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Now you wish you was loyal +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you weren't loyal to me +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you wish you was loyal now + +[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] +Thought you were running but you ain't stand out till the end +Thought you would stay down but never down in the pen +This time you were broke, you couldn't even afford a pen +I was down 15 months, that ain't shit +I smoked 15 blunts, get lit +I fucked 15 hoes, get it in +Boosie Badazz, Rich Homie, we out of here again, again, again +Bitches ain't shit, they ain't loyal +They'll fuck you and fuck your partner +Then they might act like they ain't know about it +Try to play stupid +I'll bust a nigga in the face like Cupid +I ain't talking valentine nigga +Fuck the bitch, no valentine nigga +Swear to hell, Albert Einstein nigga +21 primetime nigga, baby don't lie to me +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Your girls, they told you, do you +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Now you wish you was loyal +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you weren't loyal to me +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you wish you was loyal now +Your friends, they told you do you +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Now you wish you was loyal +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you weren't loyal to me +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you wish you was loyal now + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +Remember (?) in the park (?) mama +Getting fixed food by your mama +Now your mama looking at the BET awards +Like "that supposed to be my son in law" +Look like karma coming back to get you +Heard you got a nigga and he hit you +Heard you got a nigga and he broke though +And you ain't got no job, you a broke ho +Girl you weren't loyal to me +I ain't know, back then I ain't know though +I must have been tripping off the dodo +I thought we was Dorothy and Todo +Looking through the flicks and I ran 'cross a photo +Me in my Levi's you in the Polo +Back then you ain't think it'd end up like this, huh? +Me in the G5, you on the bus though +She got the running out of lies like Johnny Test +Always got to leave when it's time to stay +Shit ain't the same when it's time to leave +Even turn her nose up when I try to play +Back then I was lost tryna find a way +Hitting up a line tryna find my pay +When I need a ride or die she would ride away +Girl you know what I'm tryna say +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Your girls, they told you, do you +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Now you wish you was loyal +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you weren't loyal to me +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you wish you was loyal now +Your friends, they told you do you +Girl you weren't loyal to me +Now you wish you was loyal +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you weren't loyal to me +Girl you weren't loyal to me +No, you wish you was loyal now + +[Outro] +Now, now, too late now +Now, now, you wish you was loyal now +Now, now, too late now +Now, now, you wish you was loyal now1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bring It Like I Talk It[Boosie Talking] +I heard Master P say one time +He was a hustler, baller, gangsta, and a cap peeler +I don't know Master P like that +But me +I'm that shit for real + +[HOOK] +I bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin + +Ima bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin +[VERSE 1] +I can rap about tha trap, and be super cold wit' it +But you should see me work a microwave wit' that coke in it +You heard, smokin' on purple ease my mind +I keep a blunt up in my mouth +I smoke that loud all tha time +I'm tha truth in tha booth +I just don't rap to spit +Anything I say, believe me, I can back that shit +Boss Man tatted on me +Wit' a K wit' blood drippin' +It ain't tatted for decoration mane +It's tatted cus I'm wicked +Think I talk it, and don't walk it +Then you better ask my city +If you ask 'em, they gon' answer +They might answer wit' a whisper +When I say my heart good, I ain't tryna get no points +I did for people on tha streets, and did tha same from tha joint +Tha life I'm talkin bout, I lived that +Poverty baby +Stealing bikes, smokin' PCP, and home invasions +You heard Devil Get Up Off Me +Man that song was real +Devil been ridin' Boosie back since his teenage years +That's why I +[HOOK] +I bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin + +Ima bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin + +[VERSE 2] +Yeah you heard me rap 'bout beef +And you heard me rap 'bout violence +It been nothing but beef and violence, every since they took Ivy +Talkin' body after body +Talkin' bout some of tha finest +Always rap that shut ya mouth talk +That's how I walk, silent +If you listen to my music +You will usually hear problems +Guess so +Got diabetes, and 5 baby mama's +I ain't stuntin' like I got it, man I really be grindin' +You can check my bank account or look at all these diamonds +(Bling) +When I say I lost a lot, I ain't lookin' for no hugs +But tha tatts on my body tell everything about it +I don't talk about tha pen, tryna build my fame (Shit no) +I talk about tha pen cus I lived that pain +Ima real street nigga who money can't change +Cus I'll give back all this shit to get back both my main mans +You can do a survey on me in tha streets I used to hang +100% gon tell ya nigga, Boosie ain't a game +[HOOK] +I bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin + +Ima bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin + +[VERSE 3] +I ain't nothing like these rappers man who studio gangstas +(Nah) +Me and every nigga in my studio gangstas +I ain't make tha song Crayola to paint a picture how I floss +Every car I talked about, in that song Boosie bought +Thought I was stuntin' bout my pool, and my 3 story house +1130 Palm paid nigga go and check it out +When I rap bout movin' work, I ain't tryna be a thug +Ask Magnum, ask Diggamon, any one of my old plugs +When I say that I be clean, I ain't feelin' myself (Nah) +Just go to Boosie pictures on tha fuckin' internet +Ima damn good Daddy and my kids love me +Every time they wit' they Daddy, they be fresh from head to feet +Thought I was playin when I told ya I had some strong sperm +Better look at my lil' girls, and sholl look at my lil' sons +When I say I buss' ya ass, dawg I really get it in +Whole label had cases (Trill) +All we do is win nigga + +[HOOK] +I bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin + +Ima bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin + +I ain't just talkin' +No sir +I ain't just talkin' +No sir +I ain't just talkin' +No sirEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mr. Miyagi[Verse 1] +All I ever did was teach folk in the community +A place where ain't no loyalty, or ain't no unity +Taught you bout animosity and how to keep it gutta +Explain to you in detail why you boys don't know my struggle +This that real deal shit from a real motherfucker +My stomping ground make me a ill motherfucker +Somebody say you might not like my music cause you might get burned from it +Mr. Miyagi with this shit tho, you learned from it +It's that murder man music, it's that nigga Boosie +30 chains on his neck, look at him, that nigga stupid +He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22 +I trained 20 niggas, to bust 20 Uzis +I taught 'em how to sell, how to stack they mail +When they slipped and fell, I got 'em outta jail +If that ain't real, what you call that? Came home got it all back +My line busy nigga, call back + +[Hook] +Mr. Miyagi with this real shit +Mr. Miyagi with this real shit +Mr. Miyagi with this real shit +Mr. Miyagi with this real shit + +[Verse 2] +I took niggas with no hustle, and made em outta G's +Ran wit like Busta and Tommy Sneed +I took care of niggas, If I was fly then they was fly with me +Wonder why a nigga couldn't sit and testify on me (keep it real) +Forget everything we did, get up and lie on me +But that ain't how I raised niggas, Mr. Miyagi! +Fuck any nigga got my back, I know God got me +They said I wasn't coming home, God watching +They say all my niggas looking like they got hard faces +Mr. Miyagi, why the fuck you think they couldn't break em? +South Baton Rouge, they was schooled by a mental patient +Cause all they had was niggas brains on the dinner table +Every every every ghetto, they look up to me +Every bad bitch in stilletos, they wanna fuck with me +If Lousiana was Atlanta, then I'm fuccin Meech +I creep wax on, wax off +[Hook] +Mr. Miyagi with this real shit +Mr. Miyagi with this real shit +Mr. Miyagi with this real shit +Mr. Miyagi with this real shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +MAAN[Intro] +Maan, they know they’re doing + +[Verse 1] +They’re talking to 12 +They go ‘round the corner, they pick up the phone, they run and they tell +They up on the net, they flashing their tecs +They saying their names, busting them things, robbing these niggas for all of their chains +Then they put their location where they hang, this the new game +But they shoot, man, just snatched my nigga shoe, man +All these youngsters want to be Blood, it used to be about the Blue gang +Murder weapon, they’ll get ya, that trophy shit +Go on IG and flash the same gun that they smoked them with, these niggas oversnitch +Shooting guns, recording it, snitch and being a lawyer +These 90s babies crazy, but 2000s a lil’ harder +Man they shoot the mall up, Foot Locker wet your girl up +Pick up the phone and call their girl up, and tell ‘em they did it + +[Hook] +Maan, fuck +Man, these people fucked up +Maan, fuck, fuck +These people fucked up + +[Verse 2] +I turn on the news, a mother in tears, a son is gone +I’m thinking ‘bout [?], I put on my shoes, I go check his room +‘Cause niggas his age ain’t screwed tight, niggas his age, they’re goon like +We just tryna live the good life, push a nigga shit back, good night +First 48 around this bitch, they telling on their own blood +My girl did it, telling on their own girl for the world +They got these psycho lil’ bitches, they think they’re Bonnie, man +They don’t need Clyde to do nothing but drive, these bitches gunning, man +Man, these hoes got more nuts than these niggas +Go to jail, they visit, will complete a mission +Unlike niggas, man, oh man, a iPhone is all they had +Hurt my heart ‘cause an 80s baby did that, got a nigga like “shit” +[Hook] + +[Verse 3] +El Chapo back home, they raising prices +They killing our kids, man, I’m talking ISIS (they really don’t like us) +Got niggas on bids, man, [?] +My touch ain’t like Drizzy, nigga, my touch ain’t Midas, I strike lighters +I just keep that shit 100 and be stating the facts +Most of American gangsters was American rats +Your favorite trapper you bumping probably never done trapped +That hood he say he represent, he probably never been at +Have you like + +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rainbow[Intro] +Say, thug, I been seein’ rainbows all day +Shit, I got a blessin’ +[?] +Rainbow, rainbow +Boosie Badazz +Rainbow, rainbow +Look at that motherfucker +Rainbow, rainbow + +[Chorus] +Ridin’ in my Rover, Rover, Rover +Lookin’ at the sky and I see another rainbow +Thinkin’ ‘bout my future +Thinkin’ ‘bout my future +Hopin’ that there’s gold at the end of the rainbow +Drivin’ it like Future +(aw, shit) +Back to back, track for track +And I’m shinin’ like a rainbow +Ridin’ with my shooter +(shooter, look at Miley shoot) +Ain’t talkin ‘bout my nigga +Might be prettier than a rainbow + +[Verse 1] +You don’t know my struggle +(nah) +If you knew my struggle +(yup) +You’ll say I deserve to shine bright like a rainbow +Walk everywhere freely +I’m a G, let my chain glow +[?] standin’ ‘round the yard, King Carter +So ride on the expressway +All I see is rainbows +Know He fixin’ to bless me +When I see them rainbows +Know I got some pots o’ gold +‘Cause I’m a good nigga +(I’m a good nigga) +From my walk to my talk +I’m a certified hood nigga +(uh huh) +Did for people, so God, he ain’t forget me +I been seein’ rainbows since the day I left prison +(hater) +Fuck a dollar, man, I stack ‘em by the fifty +White, red, caramel, I got some rainbow bitches +[Chorus] +Ridin’ in my Rover, Rover, Rover +Lookin’ at the sky and I see another rainbow +Thinkin’ ‘bout my future +Thinkin’ ‘bout my future +Hopin’ that there’s gold at the end of the rainbow +Drivin’ it like Future +(aw, shit) +Back to back, track for track +And I’m shinin’ like a rainbow +Ridin’ with my shooter +(shooter, look at Miley shoot) +Ain’t talkin ‘bout my nigga +Might be prettier than a rainbow + +[Verse 2] +You know when the rain leave +Rainbows appear +And hoes left me on my [?] +Same hoes that [?] +It’s like the rainbow tryin’ to send a message +Huh, I probably got a couple hoes pregnant +Huh, I got that animal in me +That Hannibal in me +Example a nigga +Fucking vet, ain’t no amateur in me +I see the light at the tunnel +I fight with my hunger +Seein’ rainbows all day +I’m throwin’ dice, this a [?] +Junkie at the corner store ask for money +I gave ‘im 25 +(25) +Seein’ rainbows soon as I hit 85 +(Oh, 85) +God bless real niggas +That’s how the game goes +Can see my pretty bitch +But you can’t touch her +She a rainbow +[Chorus] +Ridin’ in my Rover, Rover, Rover +Lookin’ at the sky and I see another rainbow +Thinkin’ ‘bout my future +Thinkin’ ‘bout my future +Hopin’ that there’s gold at the end of the rainbow +Drivin’ it like future +(aw, shit) +Back to back, track for track +And I’m shinin’ like a rainbow +Ridin’ with my shooter +(shooter, look at Miley shoot) +Ain’t talkin ‘bout my nigga +Might be prettier than a rainbow + +[Verse 3] +First in my feelin’s +Bein’ out my feelin’s +Now you tuned into thug talk +I’m the realest +God make the rainbows +My rainbows made millions +Had nothin’ as a child +Now I stack it to the ceilin’ +I’m the man up in the buildin’ +I’m the man to my children +All the fans say I’m the realest +Call me Mr. Rainbow +Yeah, I got the finer things in life +But I don’t change, though +You ain’t tryin’ to see the rainbow +Then what you in the game for +[Outro] +I used to ride with my soldier, soldier, soldier +On the corner, wishin’ we would see a fucking rainbow +Rap out the money, money, money +Try the heart of gold +I will always get a rainbow +Look at that rainbowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So You Wanna Be a Gangsta?Yeah +So you sho you wanna be a gangsta? +Sure bout dat lil daddy? + +[Verse 1:] +Take a walk across that track where you see junkies pheens and robbers +Calicos and choppas infa-reds that spot yah +My niggas got on dem reeboks wit dem baby 9's tucked +Hollin I don't give a fuck if you love yo hood then throw it up +Now where the prayas prayers to us we need a Mill. man +Two days from Christmas and I gotta pay the bills man +So I'm on a rainy night with a gangsta who don't play no games +He love them fortys and them fortys don't get jam man +Now you wanna be gangsta step to me and you gon' disappear +My momma raised all dicks it ain't no pussy here +Now I love them gangstas from the lil ones to the ol g's +From the weed papers to the Optimo leaves we blow trees +So think about it when you step in that water +You wanna thug but you gotta thug harder nigga + +[Chorus: x4] +So you sho you wanna be a gangsta? +Boosie I'm thuggin I ain't backin down from nothin I'm bout bussin + +[Verse 2:] +Verse two for the niggas who knock knock who really wanna chop +For the niggas who change like grades and made me write that animosity +For the niggas who rap about you but that only make you betta +Everytime I hear my name its like anotha love letter +This for them niggas worst than you dude +For them niggas who petti jack for thowbacks and Fubu +For the niggas who steady stack ya playem' they a shoot you +For the one who drop hits on you bitches like Lil Boo do +You don't know bout the game you need a nigga to come and school you +You don't know bout this pain yo closest nigga he a fool you +You bust and you bang +Man you betta get ya bread cuz niggas comin to get yah behind the color blue wit +Red Anotha shot of that hen I'm gon be tipsy man +Since they killed solja you will neva catch me slippin man +Lets grip this thing and fill our enemies with hot lead +Bury me thuggin I ain't scared just like Pac said +But I'm tired of runnin from guns too much smoke in my lungs +But they keep callin back so I gotta make runs +[Chorus: x4] +So you sho you wanna be a gangsta? +Boosie I'm thuggin I ain't backin down from nothin I'm bout bussin + +[Verse 3:] +You sho bout this yea you don't know bout this yea +Well is you down to bust a head (Head you know I ain't scared) +Well it take way more than half of you cross the track to the depth +Since you gon tat that on yo arm you gotta be bout that there +Meet me at twelve on the corner in the projects +I feel you real but I don't know cuz we ain't ride yet +Now show me where the niggas at who playin with my son +Imma hit him up you walk over him knock out his lungs (Bluh) +And tell that nigga sumthin gangsta when you hit him up +Like what o you playin huh (Bluh Bluh) +And now we scratchin off the scene in the Elcamina +Streight to the river where the killas throw the black neenas +Now you official nigga +My nigga want love anybody play with you they get they issue nigga +We got them 45's and 38's 22's and 25's +12-gauges that come from lock with a hundred buck shots (Bluh Bluh) +You niggas scared cuz domes get blown and you ain't seen it yet +And them green eyes fuckin with yah and you dreamin that +Its consequences when you thug you betta ask my cuzin Bronson +Yeah they cut his braids off and seperate him from his young one +Yeah +Fa real nigga +Yeah +So you sho you wanna be a gangsta? +You wanna gang +You don't wanna get out here boy its real out here +Look check this out +Listen clear when I rap and I could teach you boys some knowledge +You ain't peepin my knowledge all you seein is the violence +So you sho you wanna be a gangsta? +Answer that nigga +Listen clear when I rap and I could teach you boys some knowledge +You ain't peepin my knowledge all you seein is the violence +So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Drop Top Music[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +Big Wayne on this beat nigga, drop top music, gas the whip up +Call my bad bitch, uh huh, way better than my last bitch + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Drop top, wife beater and the weed lit +Woke up this morning, hit three chicks +Show money today, it's so sunny +Check the whip off playa, I'm getting money +[?] on my face, yeah this a couple grand +Hunnid grand plus in my jewel house pants +Everywhere I ride, getting love from the fans +Bond no. 9, you can see it when I pass +Going to the hotspot cause I love that you're my eight +Rolex watch, four bricks and a half +Haters looking down, I just look at them and laugh +Champagne, bubble bath, shopping spree for my gal + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Rick Ross] +This is drop drop drop drop drop top music +This is drop drop drop drop drop top music +(this that shit that we ride to) +Top down riding with my duffle bag +Shoutout to my [?] +Drop down where them fucking hustlers at +[?] where that weed rolled +[Verse 2] +Today i'm in that [?] Cuban chains on my neck +Look to the right bad bitch on deck +Hottest nigga in the game and i'm feeling like that +Big bank roll ooh kill em like that +I might go in the mall and spend 5 +All black King's hat Air Max 95 +Go take a ride to that other side +Call my nigga in that 63 Chevy +Tell that boy bring Ebony and Stephanie +I'm a put em in the backseat +3 bad bitches and me +Now we four deep +Loud in the air living life without a care +To the hood where it's good +Where we creeping like a snail (real slow) +[?] in my mouth +Looking up thanking god +That i'm the realest nigga out +Hand on the wheel +And the pinky ring talk +And the pinky ring talk, i'm a boss + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Rick Ross] +This is drop drop drop drop drop top music +This is drop drop drop drop drop top music +(this that shit that we ride to) +Top down riding with my duffle bag +Shoutout to my [?] +Drop down where them fucking hustlers at +[?] where that weed rolled +[Verse 3: Rick Ross] +Drop top double R +My name ring in the city +That phone still jumping +They know i got em for 20 +Bad boy with the bricks +My boy Meek out in Philly +I got a house on the beach +Don't make me peel back the ceiling +Top down everyday +To show these niggas my watch +On the phone at the lot +My Benzie holding my Glock +Got a stick in the trunk +That bitch right next to the amp +If i got beef with a nigga +Then I got beef with his camp +[?] i'm ready +They red bottom you dig +26 inch wheels and went and got em a [?] +Check in the luggage +And carry on all the money +Take his bitch in the club +You know that bitch looking for me +Bitches flagging me down +They got me tapping my breaks +Shorty pretty in the ass +[?] +They wanna ride in the drop +She wanna fuck with a boss +She wanna fuck with some [?] +My nigga let down the drop +(i'm out) +[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Rick Ross] +Drop drop drop drop drop top music +Drop top music +This is drop drop drop drop drop top music +Drop top music +(this that shit that we ride to) +Top down riding with my duffle bag +Shoutout to my [?] +Drop down where them fucking hustlers at +[?] where that weed rolled3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Confused (2007)And lately, I, been so confused +Dropped outta school got a beef and got a tool +Now I'm ready to chop ya crew +Been talkin to tha devil is whateva with lil bo +You ain't heard I was raised by some hard heads +They locked up or they all dead +Spoon fed or dog fed +We untame, that's how I play it +And everybody changin, trippin all a sudden +Ain't askin how I'm feelin they just askin me for money +Now three years ago they talked about me +Criticized me, and laughed at me +Called me local joker had lil boosie finna stop rappin +I'm still so confused, got bread and still ain't happy +Cause I'm lost without these pictures, lil I and my f*ckin daddy +God tell me bout this ho right here, is this just a ho right here? will she keep it gutta if a nigga go and blow this year +That purp is what we smoke this year +Blowin up I see it clear +Rap game on a nigga +I'm finna show them bitch that boosie real +That hatin cause I shake back +Brand new monte, take that +Real spinnas on it, whatever they want +I'm gon pay that +I got it so I lay back +Jung-out style +And I got a five westin connection +Ask my nigga lil rob +And I got diamonds on my pinky ring +Niggas wanna stank me manye +I flood the city with drank now they callin me the drank king +I'm still tryna maintain, fore I catch me a case +Tryna make baton rouge look like cali and you still gon hate? +And I don't lost alot of niggas, my trust f*cked up +And I done did some dirty shit that's why my luck f*cked up +It ain't no purple in the city so I'm sippin that tus +I mention like smoke out friday when he hit that dust +Member of them zigzag big sacks them burberry dates +When you snatched your first purse went hit the mall and got laid +Manye they got niggas in the grave so confused +They saw they death comin and they could'ntduck them tools +And lately, I been gettin too motherf*ckin high +I'm on my third blunt before the f*ckin sun rise +From the cradle to the grave +I'm gon always keep it gutta +I should be number 1 on everybodys list, motherf*cka +And lately, I, been so confused dropped outta school got a beef and got a tool (tool tool tool)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Where would i be-lil boosie +Where would i be man for real +I dont know prolly out derr on the corner wit a big ass 40 in my hands + + + +Where would i be with all this pain and struggle/see my daddy never home so i blame my mother/me and my brother we grew up fast/enough tears to fill a glass watchin mom and dad/made a promise to his self that he will never be thuggin/gave life to his cousin plus his daddy was clever/this street life showed me a lot and it made me ready/showed me how this niggas turn when they loan fetti/what would you do without my grandmom she tried to preach/she tried to fix me ? so i can run the streets/where would i be with all this beef and animosity/not scopin not even knowin that dey watchin me/remember screamin till ya lungs when u gotta work/it hurt ya pride down inside cuz your partners lookin/remember that first time you walked inside central booking/? and bbc's had ya feet cookin/ + + + +Where would i be man. i dont know. porlly locked up doing bout 16 years or somethin. In this life the more money the more problems. without that shit i dont know where ill be + + +Where would i be without big loc and my nigga fraw/prolly still in front of ? tryna get it off/i watched the ballers ball daily in my neighborhood/i seen em fall to this ? in baton rouge/i seen it all from the thongs to the high skirts/i seen demons bring pain ?/my own cousin stole from me/plenty of times/i must love him cuz i put em up in plenty of rhymes/where would i be without my daughter who made me focus/thinkin bout the hard times when i was smokin roaches/2 at the foot 2 at the head 2 on the couch/ 2 pee'd the bed the other 4 slob from the mouth/d pitcher gone and it hurt/saw a couple hoes cryin at the church/everybody got a rest in peace shirt/but they dont feel my pain when im lonely and it hurt + + + +Where would i be man shit. i dont know.prolly on the corner wit a big ass 40 in my hand or something.chasin these dog ass hoes.damn the nigga you think love you. he dont love you. he just want ya bread.thats how i see it. i know i dont know where i'd be + + + +WHERE... WOULD... I... BE + +Comin up in this community/sugar water held it down when the cool-aid leff/grandma she stayed strong bout my grandpa death/where would i be without my fans who showed me love/and i ain't gonna buy my record burnt they gon spend a dub/and prison time got me missin time from my family/i know they love me/ but sometimes i feel they can't stand me/fuck dat powder dat had me actin badder at school/dropped out cuz i prolly woulda blast a fool/remember dem times that me and my brother used to fight my pa/when he hit my momma sound like he broke her jaw/where would i be if i ain't go on dat mission/ i be a pussy ass nigga who let his beef keep slippin/where would i be without dis douja dat keep me blowed/where would i be if i wasn't boosie only God know1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m That Nigga Now[Intro] +I’m that nigga now +Yes I am +Who dat +Who dat +Boosie +Yes I am + +[Verse 1] +Wake up, fresh out tha shower +Started brushin’ my fade +Started thinkin’ bout money +Started thinkin’ bout plays +Dropped that pack to my nephew +My lil nephew serve J’s +They don’t come out til next month +But we got, them new J’s +Nigga all in my DM +Say they gon’ shoot me wit’ choppas +But I checked them pussy niggas page +They ain’t got no followers +I’m kinda on, and I know it +Stack it up, I don’t blow it +Life of the party for real +When I walk in, you gon’ know it +I’m not a poet +Just spit this shit from tha top of my soul +Ima gangsta +He a poet +That’s the ??? +I might not be him where you from +But in Dallas, TX I’m cold +Cuz they believed I was the best +Since 16 years old +Got some niggas who look up to me +16 years old +My same swag starin’ at me like my old G code +Probably catch me on somebody beach +Wit’ like 16 ho’s +Boosie Estates, my own land +That’s like 16 mo’ +Jewelhouse, my own clothes +I don’t need no store +My lil’ girls love me to death +I don’t need no ho +I bleed that 4 from tha birth to tha graveyard step +My enemies wish me death +They gon’ need graveyard help +[Hook] +I’m that nigga now +Yes I am +Who that +Boo that (2x) + +[Verse 2] +You ain’t gotta tell me girl +I know I’m tha shit +Got my stunt from Calvin Ricks +He liked gold on his shit +Tattoo’d blood for real G’s +We put 4’s on our shit +Took a dream, and made it happen +Watch ? get rich +Ima role model +But I’m not a role model +Cuz I don’t hang around the good scholars +We all goblins +We be swaggin’ +We don’t need stylists +If you don’t know playa +We come from nothing at all dawg +So this is all profit +Nobody fuckin’ wit’ my music +Gon’ always say that shit +Feelin’ like Dolph, don’t play wit’ me +Play wit’ yo bitch +Feelin’ like Gotti +I’m tha King of this shit +Every time you see Boosie +I be clean, ask ya bitch about me +My music be hot shit +The realist since Pac shit +Guess I never had shit +So I’m on this two watch shit +Got some niggas in prison +I send em money, they straight +If you just thinkin’ I’m tha truth +Appreciate it, but you late +[Hook] +I’m that nigga now +Yes I am +Who that +Boo that (2x)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Represent[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Nigga, I represent the Struggle, The hustle, The Dime bag sellin, +The ATO Convicted Felon +Nigga I represent the streets, The Projects, and the Niggas who make profit, Where the hell that they keep they Glock at +You ain't Trill man you can't pop that +I represent them young niggas who go to clubs and stomp niggas, Its never one on one nigga, They Crowd Shit +I represent for knuckleheads whos peace is on the streets +I represent Ivy birdman Rest In Peace + +[Verse 2: Webbie] +I reppin for My Peace, The Streets, this really ain't shit to me +That Doja, That grill, that Belvedere, that Hennessey +The Fam, Trill, Louisiana PRC +I am, Still, The Mothafuckin Savage +Bust a damn deal, Im reppin for my Niggas in that damn steel +Say cuz I ain't forget you, I'm a stand here, and rep my fuckin hood +Just like a man, chill, You know Im straight retarded + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +I represent From Baton Rouge, in my city man, I represent for all Katrina victims man +You feel me man +From the weed spot, to the coke spot, to the old people on your block +Put an Eight Ball in your sock, with the 44 you got cock +What a bad villain your ho got, I am close right now, Im so hot +Im a soulja in Angola +Nigga I represent that Calicoe, the rugas, The desert Eagle shooters nigga +[Verse 4: Webbie] +I represent for my players that stack like hell and ride round in V12s +Get that mill, fuck what a nigga tell you, Catch that charge +Hold em down, dont tell, Fuck that broad, then turn around fuck +A gal, buy that shit, fuck it ain't nothing, its just money, slide that bitch +With all that mutha fuckin stuntin, I rep for my people who got this motha fuckin trunking +And for all my fans whose weed is mothafuckin crunking + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +I represent Louisiana, Mississippi, Detroit and Alabama, Georgia +And Florida in the Cali, and new York City +This for my Compton Niggas my DC Killaz +Im tryin to have scrilla +Like Pray for heaven nigga +For that hard head who wake up every morning tryin to get it +Who went from rockin' dickies, to Evisu on you bitches +For my niggas in the pen, keep ur head up You feel ur nigga, Boosie know throw yo set up + +[Verse 5: Webbie] +I reppin for Cali, Man whats happnin, New York, way back to Dallas, All the 50 states +Every nigga who hate. Im reppin bitch Im a star +See webbie be getting cake my Cars represent me, especially the 108's +I rep for the bad bitches, I love how they bootie shake +Im reppin this throw away, cuz Baton Rouge ain't safe +Im reppin for all the gangstas can't see no other way +One more time for trill, cuz I promised them we was straight +[Ending: Lil Boosie] +We rep out (i represent) (x9) +Put Your motherfukin hood up (x5)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +They ScaredIntro +We got these pussy niggas scared + +Verse 1 + +I'll put you in a casket, crawled on by the maggots +Fuck around with Boosie Bad Azz and the clique, shit will get nasty +Put you in a pamper, turn you small like a hamster +Call rigo real marlo mont +Lil nigga won't you g'on come stand fa ya +I'm a all around hustla +I don't know why niggas hate me +But ya whole family gon die real talk mane whoever try to take me +See I brought it in the club cause I know my situation +I know how these pussy niggas hatin +But I put it on you +And him + +Chorus + +Oo it's choppa season +Oo oo they don't want it, they don't want it +I'll take ya homie x2 +Leave ya whole clique lonely x2 +And you don't understand we got these pussy niggas scared +They scared +They scared +I can leave you in the driveway +I catch you slippin on the highway +You can run Monday, run Tuesday, run Wednesday +We gon catch you buy Friday +Boy +After I hurt ya people, I might go to Costal Rica +Come back to the club like "What thug nigga?" +I be thuggin like its legal +Boy +Bring that drama to the South +You gon get thugged out +Ass to bucked up and fucked up +Bitch I'mma knock ya brains out +Closed casket +See I brought it in the club cause I know my situation +I know how these pussy niggas hatin +But I put it on you +And him + +Chorus + +Oo its choppa season +It ain't a game +Gotta be a beast in these streets where we hang +Most niggas want ya fame +Some niggas want ya chain +Niggas hate to see a nigga shinnin, damn shame +Shoot em up +Bang bang +That's the code that we live by +Money got me real fly +Kush got me real high +Closet full of guns mane a nigga gotta feel my +Muthafuckin pain ask T.I it ain't a game +Rollin with my soldiers, rollin on roller +Nigga look wrong he can get fucked over +Playin hard that ain't nothing to me, so don't come fuckin with me +2 23's and 40 Glocks, will make ya fuckin heart stop +Chorus + +Oo it's choppa season +Oo oo they don't want it +I'll take ya homie +Leave ya whole clique lonely +See I brought it in the club cause I know my situation +I know how these pussy niggas hatin +But I put it on you +And him +Oo it's choppa season + +Outro + +C.O.D nigga +Choppas on deck! +I don't talk about it nigga +I lay down laws +Boosie Bad Azz +Mixtape after mixtape +This tape I'm just rip everybody like a muthafuckin beast like I used to nigga +And you don't understand we got these pussy niggas scared +They scared +They scared +Big Wayne it's choppa season!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Paid[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +Diamonds on my neck like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone +Diamonds on my neck like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone +Diamonds on my neck like I'm kin to Fred Flintstone +Diamonds on my - d-diamonds on my + +[Hook; Boosie Badazz] +I'm getting paid like a motherfucker +Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid +I'm getting paid like a motherfucker +Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid +My dough go +Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching +My life's a +Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +This is my world, my spot, money in the droptop +Couple bad bitches, couple hundreds in the droptop +Young, rich nigga, Corleone, I talk my talk +Six different hustles, bitch, I'm eating like the mob +Block parties turned to yacht parties +Fat knots now we black cardin', I'm a go-getter, nigga +Clothing line, gold mine, I done bossed up +50 Cent on my line, nigga, we talk bucks +Louis stove, we spent Cutlass in Regus, nigga +Stupid dough, I gotta keep me a team of killers +My crew so big, my car so big +My bitch so thick, look how she bling +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +My bread stacking, boy, I ain't lacking +I'm playing mack with your bitch +My trap jumping, I clap something +Don't fuck around with my shit +Got a nasty temper, boy, all winter +I'm riding around with my heat +On the night shift I got a four fifth +I blow a nigga off his feet +When I'm riding dirty, got an Uzi with me +Got Boosie with me, acting boogie with me +Winner jewelry with me, got a shooter with me +There ain't nothing niggas 'round can do with me +Getting paid like a motherfucker, get bread +Switching lanes like a motherfucker, shit yeah +Move the 'caine like it's all legal +Hustle like a nigga really still need to +Watch it come in back, hit the right jack +Stack that, cook it up, watch it come back +Right back, watch the crumbs come from the pot +Turn into a foreign up the lot +Switch gears all year, we getting paper +Some bitch niggas hate us +We could talk about it later +Right now we moving major +[Hook] + +[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] +I'm getting paid like a motherfucker, say that then +We went from thugs and old schools to Maybach friends +Push start all type of cars, legends laid back in +Cold ice in the water, I play nice with my lawyer +Beat the case, shocked the nation, up the price for my lawyer +I'm my own CEO, I'm an artist, I'm an employer +I'm on the run, life good, I'm on a full stomach +Ain't Sean John yet, but I'm a young Puffy + +[Hook]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Black Rain[Hook:] +Graveyards packed +Jail House crowded +Black Rain, Black Rain + +Graveyards packed +Jail House crowded +Black Rain, Black Rain + +Graveyards packed +Jail House crowded +Black Rain, Black Rain + +Graveyards packed +Jail House crowded +Black Rain, Black Rain + +[Verse 1:] +They just gave my cousin Bronson +A dime piece +All of a sudden muthafuckas they don blind me +Wish I can walk around the corner and find Bleek +Scoop Fin in my Charger with his nine beam +Remind Sneed that coke ain't what you need homie +Rest in peace to all y'all pussies that was hating on me +I got a head with no screws Boosie you'on listen +I'm on a mission tryna get my fucking blood out prison +Black rain in Angloa where the thugs roll +Too many members gone that I know +Hoochie, Moo, and Lil Joe +I just did a nickel +Around my way we don't play boy +Extension and AR's +Ivy and my fucking daddy +They in the same graveyard +On god I go hard it ain't no pulling my card +Just looking at me wrong +Bitch, you pushing a bar +They want stripes no money +Doing life no numbers +Hunnid bodies in two months +What we call cold summers , bitch +[Hook:]x4 + +[Verse 2:] +The rain that I see +The people I meet +I know black rain +I've shed blood for yah +Check out my tat mane 'my nigga name' +The people chase cause we caking (it's like pac-man) +Everybody killing no choice +Go buss ya ass man +We get it in my friend +Young live niggas +This is for my body baggers +Them shy niggas +Shit, I'm riding around with my pistol +These niggas crazy +Police killing muthafukas daily +I got it if off of safety +Lil boy just died in a homicide +He was a by-stander +Not that dude , he was cool +We die random +Too many gone that I grew up with +Prolly would've changed my life if I knew that shit (man) +Blood stains , white sheets +Another smoked teen +Shot him down like he was grown +He was 14 +Agents gave BG lil doogy 14 +I just lost my nigga pimp to the codeine +[Hook] x43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Levi’s[Intro: Lil Phat] +Ahh Shitt; Them Levi's Back... +Them Levi's Back, And Now I Need A Cowboy Hat +Lil Phat [Look, Look, Look] + +[Verse 1: Lil Phat] +Air Force Ones, I Need A Size 10 501's Levi's Stick In +My Levi's Be Dope, My G-Nikes Be Coke +Like Everywhere I Got, I'm Pulling All Yo Hoes +Tha Veddy Niggah Whilin I Be Shinin I Be Clean +I Be Fresh And I Be Dumb Like Everytime I Hit Da Scene +I'm Still In My Teens But My Whip A Hundred G's +Doin 200 From B.R. To New Orleans +Before I Was On Em, Ross Was Pluckin Levi's +I Saw Em With Em In Miami And Dey Caught My Eyes +Hit Tha Stuntin Like My Daddy In Da Bak Seat Of Da Phantom +Drivin My 80 In Tank Top And Da Bandana +Tell Em Take Me Through Da South Off Tha Window Hangin Out +Ohh There Go Stupid Let Me Hang All The Way Out +Tell Em Take Me Through Da South Off Tha Window Hangin Out +Ohh There Go Stupid Let Me Hang All The Way Out + +[Chorus x2: Lil Phat] +My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-Nike Be Cocaine +My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane +My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-NIkes Be Cocaine +My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +I Bought Them Levi's Back Hoes Jockin My Swagg +White Tee's White One's Can't Go Wrong With Dat +New Chain "SuperBad" Models All On My Dick +When BadAzz In Levi's You Can Call Me Brad Pitt +We Got Big As A Bitch His Waste Ahh 36 +Phat Got Big Too He In A Jag Comin Through +"Boo" Got Too Many Cars Ain't No Room In My Yard +Levi's And Tighty Whiteys Keep My Dick Real Hard +Polo Hard To Bite My Nuts Thuggin +501 501 White Girls Love Em + +My Mommah Say I Look Good In Em Got Tah Whole Hood In Em +Stone Wash Wear Em One Time ANd I Through With Em, I'm Ballin KRAZYY +I'm A Dog I'm A Dog 5 Fresh Pairs Of G-Nikes When I Hit Tha Mall +She Won't Call And Meet Me Up In Traffic While I'm Sippin My Cup +I Put My Hoes In Levi's, Make That Ass Sit Up {Heyyy} + +[Chorus x2: Lil Phat] +My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-Nike Be Cocaine +My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane +My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-NIkes Be Cocaine +My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane + +[Verse 3: Webbie] +Young Savage, Trill Ent., Look +Since I Put Up Them Evisu's And Monkey's Dats All I Wear +I Went And Hit The Mall Tuesday And Bought Like 50 Pair +I Leave The Tag On The Back To Show You They Fresh As Hell +50 Bucks On Them Taxes Man These Bitches Playa +I Like Em Hard But The Soft And Starched Ones I Don't Much Wear Em +Lil Boosie Webbie And Phat Oh Yeah This Shit Right Here Gone Jam +I Got Tha Black One The Grey Ones Da White And Blue Ones Too +I Like The Brown One Da Best Cause They Go Da Best With These Gucci Shoes +I Got The Orange Da Purple Da Yellow Burgan And Terp Ones +Tha Red From Indigo One Yeah I'm Tha Hoes Choice +Catch Me In My Stone Wash Ridin In My Rolls Royce +Fresh Levi Jacket For Whenever I'm Cold Now +You Know I Make Em Look Expensive Just Because I Be In Em +Got So Many My Closet Look Like A Levi Convention +I'm Dope As A Chicken Bout As Fly As A Plane +I Take Yo Main And Old Lady And Straight First Night That Thang +[Chorus x2: Lil Phat] +My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-Nike Be Cocaine +My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane +My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-NIkes Be Cocaine +My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Paid My Dues[Intro][Lil' Boosie] + +I'mma send this out +To all those motherfucka's +Who don't respect my grind +Actin' like they don't know my struggle +Who act like I came out yesterday + +[Hook][Lil' Boosie] + +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +Paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Bust'in) +So i can't lose +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +I done paid my dues +Knocked some niggas out they shoes +I done paid my dues (Bust'in) +I done paid my dues (Strugglin) +I done paid my dues (Bust'in!) +Win or lose I paid my dues (I paid my dues) +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +I done paid my dues (Nigga!) +I done paid my... (Real talk nigga) +[Verse 1][Lil' Boosie] +I done paid my dues, I done lost some niggas +I done cross some niggas, I done did some shit +10 years spittin' this real shit down the pipe +Fuckin' right I done hustled' white +I done laid niggas down, I done ran the block +From the bottom to the top, I'm a gorilla +Ask the hood, I'm a good nigga! +Got the right to say I am Baton Rouge nigga! +I done made niggas money, you already know +Now It's time for Me to be a CEO +So after this album, I got to go +But if you need me nigga, I got you though +I done strapped in jail, no checkout nigga +I got the right to hold my chest out nigga +I never told on nobody, had pure cocaine like Yo Gotti +I done made niggas, I done saved niggas +When the boss shit came I did not run +Got the lawyer, made the bond, made real niggas out my lil' son +I done hit the interstate, plenty times +I-10 chain represent the grind +Day for day, dime for dime +? ? + +[Hook] +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +Paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Bust'in) +So i can't lose +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +I done paid my dues +Knocked some niggas out they shoes +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin) +I done paid my dues +Win or lose I paid my dues (I paid my dues) +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +I done paid my dues (Nigga!) +I done paid my... (Real shit!) + +[Verse 2][Lil' Boosie] +You already know, show for show +State for state, I done made the cake +I done took my niggas across the world +Did so much for they boy's and girl's +I done gave away so much to kids +Swear to God, I love the kids! +But I'm bout mine, I slang iron +I gotta rep the street, don't fuck with his +I done paid my dues, win or lose +I'm like B.B. King when you talk the blues +Went from wang-dang chains to bling bling (Bitch) +But I deserve it +Been true to the game, I taught people +When the hurricane came, I housed people +When the lights off, I done came through +A lot of niggas mad cause they ain't Boosie +I done road for my dogs, retaliation +"Fa, Fa, Fa", No hesitation when +I done jumped out the car with pistols +So Big Mel, wouldn't go to jail +Shit that wasn't supposed to be said on songs +I said it, cause I tell the truth! +[Hook] + +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +Paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Bust'in) +So i can't lose +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +I done paid my dues +Knocked some niggas out they shoes +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin) +I done paid my dues (Bust'in!) +Win or lose I paid my dues (I paid my dues) +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +I done paid my dues (Nigga!) +I done paid my... (Let me talk to em' right quick!) + +[Verse 3][Lil' Boosie] +Real talk, I've done it all +Twelve years old, stealin' out the mall +I done ball till' I fall and got back up +I done fucked every bitch you tryna' cut +I'm a damn good daddy, you already know +But I took my liquid child support +I done beat them bitches in court +So many times, I ain't lying +I done seen dead bodies, young as hell +Real talk, know some niggas on that real +My music hold em' down +I done damn near been killed by the k9 +Had to wrestle niggas tryna' take mine +In the hospital bout' to die +Woke up and saw little blinking eyes +I done been bust' on a couple times +I didn't get hit I'm a black cat +Nine lives, fuckin' right I'm a little long +I grind and got my own home +X, pills, and PCP, ain't none of that shit stopped a G +A big dog, chasin' cheese +Gettin' followed by the F.E.D.S + +[Hook] + +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +Paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Bust'in) +So i can't lose +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin') +I done paid my dues +Knocked some niggas out they shoes +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Strugglin) +I done paid my dues (Bust'in!) +Win or lose I paid my dues (I paid my dues) +I done paid my dues (Hustlin') +I done paid my dues (Real talk) +I done paid my dues (Nigga!)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +For Da Love of Money[Intro] +Say thug (say thug) +Money’ll make a nigga change on you (change on you) +That you thought was solid from the jump, huh? (from the jump) +Maney’ll make a hoe turn on you and say she loves you (say she loves you) +For real though (for real though) +Boosie Badazz +Thug Talk +(straight thug talk) +Thug talk +Shid + +[Verse 1] +Nigga shootin’ out the window at his kinfolk +Cous’ ran out with ten pounds o’ antidote (antidote) +Chopper city in the streets rappin’ time too +Long gun, touchin’ niggas like they rhyme though (aye) +Money make you knock the meat outta this taco +Dope [?] not a boss beefing with his cop hoe (cop hoe) +Boss sendin’ niggas back to his bank though (aaw shit) +Any body’s, plenty bodies, El Chapo +Cross town they put the hoe up in the truck uh +Snitchin’ so he gave the wrong to his first love (first love) +Went in the home and they tied up the work plug (guess what?) +Same niggas tied him up was his first cous +They got friends killin’ friends over cocaine (cocaine) +Saw the brick, sold a nigga blast it’s a cold game (cold game) +Homeboy stole from me, it was cold rain (cold rain) +Same nigga use to wear, I luh my gold chain +[Hook] +Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change) +(money make ‘em all change) +(money make ‘em all change) +Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change) +(money make ‘em all change) +(money) +What they all do is +For da love of money (love of money) +(money make ‘em all, money, money +Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change) +Money make ‘em all change on us (change on us) +Money make ‘em all change +For da love of money + +[Verse 2] +He was really from the hood but he got robbed (he got robbed) +But he hustle like a motherfucker nonstop (nonstop) +Now the jackers wanna jack him out his drop top (cold) +Taking [?] sendin’ goons to his stash spot (money) +Money make fams steal from they own fam (cold) +Make a homeboy kill his own friend (cold) +Send you in the bank with the wrong friend (oh?) +Ha’ you in Angola on the long B (long B) +My native ruler Ali, it gotta be +Wife kill a husband for his policy (for his money) +I been watching ID Discovery +I knows most of these hoes thinkin’ money when they fuckin’ me +Divorce time they go to war ‘bout one thaing (the money) +Ones still got the same last name (that name) +Don’t even give a damn where the kids go (the money) +Only thing that matter where the ends go (the money) +They got kids gettin’ hated at school +Because they always keep the Magic John’s shoes on they feet (parents got money) +They got niggas hatin’ on Boosie Boo +Because my money, when they had the same chance as me +[Hook] +Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change) +(money make ‘em all change) +(money make ‘em all change) +Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change) +(money make ‘em all change) +(money) +What they all do is +For da love of money (love of money) +(money make ‘em all, money, money) +Money make ‘em all change +Money make ‘em all change on us (change on us, huh) +Money make ‘em all change +For da love of money (love of money) + +[Verse 3] +Nigga shoot you in the back for the blue hunnids (talk to ‘em) +Shoot up your Cadillac cause the crew stuntin’ (talk to ‘em) +See you at the club wan’ do som’n +You like damn why they hatin’, I ain’t do nothin’ (shid) +But that money som’n he ain’t got (he ain’t got) +Know why most rap beefs start? Make us runnin’ hot (runnin’ hot, fly) +Strippers hatin’ on a next stripper +Cause she got a bigger bag and the bitch got the best tipper (aye, ho) +Money make your friend turn enemy (talk to ‘em) +Money is the kick off for jealousy (talk to ‘em) +Money make the chicks get naked (talk to ‘em) +Money make my last bitch get hated +[Hook] +Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change) +(money make ‘em all change) +(money make ‘em all change) +Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change) +(money make ‘em all change) +(money, money) +What they all do is +For da love of money (love of money, love of money) +(money make ‘em all, money, money +Money make ‘em all change (all change, all change) +Money make ‘em all change on a nigga huh +Money make ‘em all change +For da love of money +Love of money +Love of moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stressin’ MeLike I said on rap city nigga +I can't complain + +She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) +But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) +Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) +But im protected by his fears +So death I dont fear.. + +Through all the struggles (mannnn) +Through all the pain (say that) +Through all the rumors god still blessin boosie (fuckin right) +Fuck a nigga god protected lil boosie +Will a pussy nigga shoot me his spirit'll bullet proof me +Bless many things I dreamed bout when I was small +99 problems but he helped me get through em all (realll) +Keep me healthy so I can get through to ya +Every night I thank god im a super star +Through all the murders, through all the jail time +Coulda been indicted nigga kept it real ?lane? line +Long nights on the blocks, hands full of rocks +He was that feeling tell ya take it in lil nigga +She knoe he gettin money, so tell me why she trippin +She just dont know bookoo hoes won't be up in her position +Got a nigga stressed out (I ain't worried) +Gettin 15 gs stay swervin.. +She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) +But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) +Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) +But im protected by his fears +So death i dont fear.. + +I know he blessed me this christmas +Gunna have a happy new year +With all my family and my niggas +Bread done got thicker, thanks to him +God dont let em walk down on me like soulja slim +A 100 thousand the first month, you know its him +This watch, this chain, this bracelet +God gone make me go for them +Bitch I play a ?butterem? +Bad bitches lovin him +These streets ain't the place for me +Police tryin to put a case on me +But god see that we all created equal +Some hustle harder then others +Regardless we all brothers +Just come from different mothers +Niggas I used to fuck with are ?now me now? +Got me thinkin to myself is they gunna try me now +I called that, three hemis and a couple old schools +I make a nigga bring that drama to ya whole crew +They want my hand in my lap, lay me down +I stay strapped with 50 rounds +And its goin down.. +She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me) +But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me) +Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me) +But im protected by his fears +So death i dont fear..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What Goes UpNigga jaked the whole city +But when he died everr bodi showed him +God don't see nigga through ya name up in business(boosie dis boosie dat)I ain't the one you need to watch nigga or you gone bleed every try nigga live by da gun kno you gon die by one +It's consequences when you ride by one(5 years nigga) +Nigga took his son nigga took his nephew it will neva stop(neva stop) +Anybodi can get it who eva on the block +Some people kill boys den kill girls but god let em live so they can get killed in da world +So come home nigga dat choppa waitin patiently +Round the handle black bandanna bitch come play with me +Jacked err bodi though you get away with it (naw) +You think a nigga just gone keep lettin you play with em(naw) +Every time my cousin jacked a nigga somethin happend(trell) +Either a nigga came up short or he recked his +Wut goes up +Must come down +Sleep arund your own front door +Befor u try to sleep around mine +Cause I'm a hit cha with da 9 9 times in yo muthaf*ckin spin +My nigga stole from me man (aww shit) +I kno he misses me man I kno he miss da click +Ain't even seen da house dat a nigga grind to get +I kno he miss da viedos and da fresh fits +Just f*ck ova a good nigga I seen it all +Fall in love with a thug and get doged +When I was small man I recall +All the niggas with the drive ways ain't got a dime today +So I think about it popped a bottle I drinkin out +Prayin for betta days strapped on my chedda chaes +It's +(hu bra) +It ain't a game yo made a million dollas sellin dope hurtin folks nigga you kno +Wut goes up +Must come down +Everybodi got dat a shit (u lay round one day you lay) +Eventually our love gone be history can't let des niggas get to me +Nigga might tryto send a bitch in me +I'm a send dat bitch back cut up love letta (wut up) +You eva did a lil dirty came back a lil worse +Need to take my ass to church +I say dat all da time +Why you lyne gotta point to prove +Roger climens still lyne betta tell tha truth (wut goes up must come down) +Walk round here thinkin you gon keep playin dem yougsters +Get found by a junkie behind one of thoes f*ckin dumpsters +My black pep remember when dey sprayed us down with holes pipes +They kill barack we killin whites back to civil rights +Try to do right mane I tried to stay focus lost another +I'm to loaded +Car from car mane it's commin back to hunt me +Niggas catchin charges every monday time to slow down (mane) +Who you gon call wen it finally go down niggas you turned ya back on when you was on (don't answer da phone) +I heard des niggas got prices on my head(shit) +Well I gotta put prices on dey whole click +Bout dat dramma gettin money comma comma don't be dirty betta ask my baby momma +It's commin back I run dis track for tha niggas who think dey slick and +Talkin shit +But I'm gettin rick and you ain't shit mothaf*cka +Wut goes up +Must come down +My niggas in da hood always down with me +But still at times I can't help but wonder and see +All des nigga talkin bout day down for me but when comes it's whos gonna ride for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Go Away[Verse 1] +I ain’t going back to jail bro +Nasty ass food thug +Can’t sleep on lock down at night and shit thug +I used to love when my kids come visit me +But tears in my eyes when they leave +Cause I can’t leave with them you know +I ain’t trying to go through that shit no more +I’m through with that shit forreal + +I go back to that mother-fucka +They go talk about me like a dog +And this why + +[Hook] +I don’t wanna go away +Cause I know how these bitches play +I just wanna ball and stay +Don’t wanna grey off in that place +Free, well , food still on my plate +Don’t want no CO’s in my face +I don’t wanna go away +And miss my people everyday +Cause if I’m locked up I can’t get paid +Or hear none of my records get played +Or put more money in my safe +Had me wishing I would have stayed +I don’t wanna go away +[Verse 1] +I don’t wanna go back +Nigga go change and I know that +All my little change they go blow that +No drink back asking where the 4 at +I know they get grimy so +Don’t wanna hurt momma no +Don’t wanna eat slob no more +I wanna eat, pop a dough +Probably hit the booth from Atlantic +Hoes go jump out the Boosie Titanic +With the quickness +Niggas go turn into bitches +Michael Jordan don’t need pimping +Who go answer everytime I call +Who go take my lil boy to the mall +Can’t leave cause I’m up in my prime +But the bigger the harder they fall +Did years behind that wall +Tears behind that wall +Fight kick throw shit +But I promise you +Bitch no fear behind that wall +Rather Roll in my Rolls +Cut my hair when I want to +Bath when I want to, ride in ma slab when I want to +If I go right back man I know what they go do +[Hook] +I don’t wanna go away +Cause I know how these bitches play +I just wanna ball and stay +Don’t wanna grey off in that place +Free, well , food still on my plate +Don’t want no CO’s in my face +I don��t wanna go away +And miss my people everyday +Cause if I’m locked up I can’t get paid +Or hear none of my records get played +Or put more money in my safe +Had me wishing I would have stayed +I don’t wanna go away + +[Verse 2] +I’m good right here I ain’t tryna go nowhere +If it ain’t about freedom if it ain’t about money +You ain’t go see Ro there (see Ro there) +Hating ass niggas tryna make me lose my cool +But I ain’t gon go there +You already know the king of the ghetto +A fool will leave a nigga with no hair +Then ima have to get a bond +Ima have to get a lawyer +Ima have to press for the docket +Up early in the motherfucking morning +Let the metal detector take everything out my pocket +You know i’m pose to be drop head +With a bad bitch all up in her +Till she telling me to stop it +I ain’t nothing but a baller tryna shoot my shot +The judge and the prosecutor tryna block it +It’s all go my deep ends like man to man +They wanna catch me selling something hand to hand +No roof Chris commissary bag in hand +In the penitentiary wishing for a dark caravan +And all my real niggas doing that time +I know they feel me +For something I had in my pocket +I’m looking at a dime they tryna kill me +[Hook] +I don’t wanna go away +Cause I know how these bitches play +I just wanna ball and stay +Don’t wanna grey off in that place +Free, well , food still on my plate +Don’t want no CO’s in my face +I don’t wanna go away +And miss my people everyday +Cause if I’m locked up I can’t get paid +Or hear none of my records get played +Or put more money in my safe +Had me wishing I would have stayed +I don’t wanna go awayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grade A (LADR)[Verse 1] +Coming up, I wanted a money roll to get an honor roll +Bitches so bad you think about em and they conscience cold +And I’ll take these bitches over 100 hoes +Straight like that, lyrical lord I’m talking shaped like that +Got the body of a goddess with the face to match +Grade A nigga, so great A I track +No C’s and D’s on my team, girl you a tiger + +[Hook][x2] +Check out my honor roll, grade A bitches +Grade A, Grade A, Grade A bitches +Check out my honor roll, grade A bitches +Put your hands up if you want grade A bitches + +[Verse 2] +Check me out now, red bone slim waist +Pretty face, pretty pussy, grade A +Can’t forget my Harlem chick, the baddest upstate +Perfect ass, but it look fake +Can’t forget my west side bitch out the A +She a realtor nigga, we at the dealership nigga +Got a chick at King of Diamonds, Magic City too +Bad bitches cross the world love Boosie Boo +My LA chick she amar +Dressed so sexy, P’ll make her heart +Perfect eyeliner +H-Town chick, man all she do is wear designer +Got her own shit, she a hustler, she a grinder +[Hook][x2] + +[Verse 3] +Own car, own house +Weave perfect, and her ass bounce +Can’t forget my Jamican girl with no stomach +Whole family street ties, she got old money +My Puerto Rican super bad, she got a walk on her +Sexy, sassy, anything, she got a mouth on her +My Memphis girl, lord knows I bet the house on her +I got a Chinese broad, bad as Nicki Minaj +Honor roll, where you at girl? +Catch the wall, look back, make it clap girl +Red bottoms [?] time, me and my boss bitch +You see the shit I got on nigga? She bought this +Chanel, five swag, that’s my snow bunny +Blond hair, blue eyes, that’s a poor bunny +My Cali girl she standing five foot three +She favor Halle Berry and she bad as can be + +[Hook][x2]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m wit yuhTurn me up thug nigga, turn me up +You know I'm bout to thug with ya +You're probably sitting in your Caddy or your Caprice right now +Your head smoking +Just lost on the dice, bitch keep calling your phone, you don't want to talk +Don't worry nigga, you gon see better days coming +Fitted head to toe, with them new Js on, stunting +I know today a day that you never seen coming +Your nigga got his time, his mama calling, you're crying +Let me thug with you, I know that feeling +Block ain't even bumping +Can't stay out the rear view, you got bitch worries +Niggas at your head, you're paranoid +Everywhere they go, they staring hard + +[Hook:] +I'm with you, I'm with you, I'm with you +I be that nigga on your side when your well runs dry +Boosie with you, I'm with you, I'm with you +I be that nigga who pull up when you go on E +Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling +Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling +Nigga I'm with you, I know that feeling +I-I know that feeling, nigga I'm with you +I know, I-I know +Know that feeling, I know that feeling +Nigga I'm +[Verse 2:] +Lights off, cold water +Mama getting stares from her son and her daughter +Saw the slot machine and couldn't stop putting in quarters +Kids blame mama cause they never had a father +Let me thug with you, I know the game +Know how to make mistakes you can't explain +This for that teenager who fourteen but pussy hot +Got gonorrhea now she too scared to go see the doctor +[?] slow her down, you probably listening to me now +I'm going through some real shit +Granny in the hospital and she real sick +Attitude with everybody being a real bitch +Cause losing your daddy you ain't ready to deal with + +[Hook] + +[Verse 3:] +When it all falls down, I know that feeling +When it ain't too many left to call, I know that feeling +When your dog turn small, same law +And hatred from these racists ring loud +I done witnessed this shit like an old time movie, no question +Part of my life was like an old time Western +Now let me thug with you baby, I know how it be +Can you pass a couple stacks cause you love to be clean +Niggas stealing out the pot, now you watching your team +People talking down on you, and they knocking your dream +Hustling till the sun rise, on the block with the fiends +Strapped tight, I understand, you remind me of me +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tori Speaks[Interlude – Tori] +Daddy, I need my nails done +I need my toes done +I need my hair re braided +Daddy, when that new iPhone 6 come out? +I need that too +Told y’all we was gone be straight1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Soft to HardIf You Got Some Work Dats Soft Then I Can Make The Shit Hard... +I got it +I got it +I got it +Let's go now baby + +[Hook: x2] +If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft + +[Boosie:] +I Started Off With Mustard Greens Gangsta Lean Good White For A Good Price +My Whip Game Is Insane So Lil Boosie Live Dat Good Life +Uncle Showed Me How To Rock It Up +And Talk In Code Like I Need A Mike Vick Or A Baton Rouge Area Code +Whoa Them Nine Pieces Dem Tony Parkers Them Whole Thangs They Bob Barkers My Area Code Is Two Two Five That Stand For A Two And A Quarter +Listen Up I'm A Rider Here I Whip That Thang Ivy Smith And It's Jumping Back To Twenty Nine Fish Scales They Hard To Find +Soft Mixed With Dem Green Beans That's For Them Real True Dope Fiends +That Lace It Up Like No Legs I Ain't Hatin Nigga Gone Head My Ecstacy Be Triple Stack +Ain't No Question You Feelin Like Jeezy Say If It's Still In The Rap Then Partna You Can Bring When Crack Hit The U.S. It Made A Epidemic +Everybody Wanna Rock It Up Have You Ever Seen +They Eyes Boy They Eyes Buck And They Fiending With It +High Gone In Five Minutes But Bad Azz Supply Em With I Got It I Got It +[Hook: x2] +If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's hard then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft +If if you got some work that's hard then I can make the shit hard + +[Big Head:] +I'm the kitchen type +I'm the whipping type +You turn to whipping white +Then grab and whip it right +Get the cake blender, and the cake bowl +Cake mix, baking soda now the cake swole +I'm the bank, don't believe me check my bank roll +Stacks baby! Perfect timing keep it white so it ain't gold +You wanna see some magic? give me the compact +Hot water hit the plastic then it jump back (abra cadabra) +I'm a turn them white pies into nigga pies +Now they hypnotized, and they got bigger eyes +And we got bigger rides, with the bigger tires +On the strip we make grip like grip flies +Matter fact my block hot like french fries +Will I stop? I think not I gotta get mine +I'm the goon doctor give it to me I can fix it +I got a large apetite I need a meal ticket +[Hook: x2] +If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft + +[Foxx]: +You need a whole thang just text me +That white bitch she sexin me +Let me find a pot let me see that soda +Get the fuck up out the kitchen, you don't like the odor +I'm taught well learn from a soldier +My cousin sold it my uncle smoke it +When I was 12 one day I stole it +Made a couple dollas I couldn't control it +Hustl'n hustl'n +I been cookin and whoopin it +I been duckin and dodgin 'em +It ain't right but I'm pushin it +Judge told me I'm pushin it +Fuck the judge cause I'm pusin it +My lil boy need diapers and my old lady she full of shit +I be on the hot stove where the pots go +Get the scale out, Joe watch the door +I'm Chicken Shack, I'm Popeyes, I'm KFC it's rock and roll +Rollin rock, these patrollin cops +They don't even knock, they come in with Glocks +I'm a pull a Pac, I'm a drop one +Cause a whole brick they'll hang Foxx +That white thang cost nice change +Bout 50k'll get you in the game +You got it soft, I'll make it hard +Get a whole bird for Lebron James +You might say I should be a cafeteria worker +The way I whope over that stove when I'm fulla da purple +[Hook: x2] +If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's softEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Feel Like I Lose My MindLook +In Memory of my brother dee +My brother dee huh look +Look... +In memories of my brother dee +Can't let them destroy me + +That's my phone ringing +Who the fuck is bee (is bee) +Mane get down here +A bitch nigga just murdered dee +I dropped down to my knees +And asked the lord please +Don't let this here be my brother +I'll make you bitches bleed +Know out here looking, stressing +It wasn't his time to leave (time to leave) +Remember nissing when we hit licks +And rode D's and scored Key's and OG's +Mane it was ugly +Went from a old cutlass +To a new caddy on buttons +See we was thuggin' +I can't believe you dead +In the paper I read +Got me fucked up in the head +Remember what you said +You'll be there to the end +I would rather you lock down +And go into the pin +We live that life of sin +So I guess we gotta suffer +I just talked to lil' India +She said tell her daddy see love 'em +This just really your lil brother +And I hope you pray for me +And I hope you watch over your brother +While I'm on the streets +??? Rest in peace +A cold hearted killa out that south +Dismissing your issue +If you ever shot em out +He straight jacking you bitches up in tha drought +Know matter what he hit for +Look we parlayed it out.... +Chorus: It seems like I'mma lose my mind +Cause I lost so many of my time +And it hurts me down to my soul +But I never ever let you go (2x) + +Look Look +Dee bitch said he told 'em (I know him) +He got killed but he +Left one in tha comma (you lying) +Him and da nigga terry +They had a lick +For two bricks +Busted open a nigga shit +And start taping niggas up quick +One nigga felt for his life +So he starts to wrestle +That boy terry panic +And shot dee off in tha bladder +He fell to the floor +Blood all over the bed +Terry dropped the gun and fled +And left dee up in the house dead +Ole' bitch ass nigga +Not knowing what you doing +My brother you just ruining +Left my family boo hooing +My brother you just ruining +Left my family boo hooing +My brother you just ruining +Left my family boo hooing +Sleepless nights as he gone +And we grow +Niggas wanna test +That's why I keep dat dirty heat chrome +I'll bloods keep +So I'mma be strong +Don't let these niggas get the best of you +Riding late at night +Wit that chopper trynna check a fool +Chorus 2x + +My soul + +Mane.... +When I lost my nigga Ivy +I lost a quarter mill +Every time I leave this lil drought +One fall wit all my cheese +Bathing Apes on our feet +We live da good life +He told me don't get in that car dat night +He saved my life +So in return +Ratchet hatchet got you nigga +From your son to your girl +Never let your name die +Long as I'm in this world +When you died I cried days +Throw my hat to the front +I lost weight, sip dallas +Smoked blunt after blunt +And I miss my big dog +Mane...Shit my big dog +Had swag in my last pocket +Kiss my big dog +I told keith I got them believing +And any nigga talking on CD +Gotta see me +Dat nigga took my main man +Its fucked up +Nigga took a bulldog mane +Now tha hood ain't the same +And I'll never let you die +I mean that +I'mma send your kids to college +This one here for IVYEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Dont KnowIntro: Ima send this out to err'body. (err-body) Who said I wasn't gone be shit +Look at me now (look at me now) how you doing? (how you doing?) I'm doing fine +A lot of motherfuckers ain't gone listen, they ain't gone listen. (for my real niggas) +I told them follow me I had the ticket +I told them that I had the ticket +If you dont know now you know. Now you know nigga. Baby baby. (x2) +Verse 1: +Let me take you back to 19-98 when I still had a baby (a baby face) chasing paper as a juvenile ? 500 hundred a show now i'm eating baby ( im eating good) first album hood classic yeah I talked some shit, youngest nigga in the camp outlaws I was stamped. ? told me I would shoot to the top, but the first thing I did I put my city on top. They went from calling me lame to screamin' my name. Ghetto stories woke they up ass up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Its going downAhh!, we in dis +Is we? Yeah! +Big Head the dome busta [? ] +Hey, Lil' Boosie in dis +I love my hood! (I love my hood!) +You love your hood? For sure! Fours up! + +[Hook:] +Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB +Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT + +[Lil' Boosie:] +Oh, Oh it's about to be some raw shit! +They done let the two sickies of the Dirty South click +Say Big Head! What's up? +I ain't been givin' a fuck +Been, ridin' strapped down on those dubs, just livin' it up +In the bottom where you find me, for sure nigga +You know New Orleans doe nigga, my mama ain't raised no hoe nigga +Vouges nigga, that's what I love, that's what I claim +That's what I'll die for, till I'm down took out the game +They go down from four up to four down +I fuck with niggas I know down, so let the weed go round +Don't put your Calico down, cause niggas like to go round +I prefer a showdown, FUCK! My favorite pronoun +Keep gettin' your hoe down, she says she likes that four sound +Lil' Boosie got some more sound, so pop and blow pound +Drink up and throw down, you knew how it was gon' sound +All my niggas gon' clown, the water deep so don't drown (So don't drown bitch!) +[Hook:] +Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB +Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT + +[Lil' Boosie:] +Well it's a South thing, and everybody spread the word +We rule Baton Rouge for puttin' domes on the curb +I got my dubs you got your dubs nigga, believe dat +Cross da tracks is where dem G's at +And God, they got dem weed sack +Ain't no joke, when it comes to West Poke +And we got OG's in the hole, if you want you some dope +You must don't love your hood, if you ain't tatted +Can't take the pain or blood for your wood you ain't no savage +See bread I gots to have it! Shit! Look +I'm a let ya know +I was sixteen with ten g's, now fuckin' with Loc +And niggas know me from da South, will take ya bitch or take ya shit +And if we beef, will take your click (What's up?) +And from the top to da bottom, we poppin' What? X-pills +Get it up nigga, givin' dem hoes sex thrills +Just chill Head comin' and now Bubbles had somethin' +SSB and UPT, bitch we head huntin' + +[Hook:] +Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB +Say Boosie the same thing in the UPT +[Big Head:] +On the block were I hang, yeah we slang! +Bust niggas brains, hold up +What's my motherfuckin' name? +Dome Doctor baby +So lock it in your two-way +Niggas, lock it in your mind +I'm a leave your ass soufflé +Lay you out like a buffet +I need mine today +I tote a brand new K, just to see a new day +But don't get me wrong, you know I come in peace +But if you cross me or my click, then I'll become the Beast +So stay out da streets and da heats won't release +Don't talk to my peeps bout peace, till you deceased +It get high like three, when you pass by da Yang +Best to call da police, 'cause we blast by da Yang +Best be quick on your feet, we move fast by da Yang +Right now I'm on Rock Street, but I could dash by da Yang +Sixteen is what I claim, but dat four is in my blood +The baby mama want dat thing, 'cause she knows dat I'm a thug + +Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB +Say Boosie the same thing in that UPTEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Regret It[Intro] +Hey thug, nigga get full of that shit +Wake up the next morning and regret everything that happened + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Look, you can't be fucked up full of them drugs, nigga +Fuck around and get stomped in the mud, nigga +Drug like a rug fuckin' with thugs nigga +Shot up all your people, pullin' the plug nigga +Your homeboy gon' to die right at the club with cha +Take your shit and hope you have your plug with cha +You fuckin' with a G gon' make you have regrets about it +You won't forget and you gon' have to pay a check about it +I ain't with the bullshit so don't come with the bullshit +You gon' regret the bullshit, you check me 'bout some bullshit +No regrets, that was tatted on my old bitch +I think she lyin', plenty times she missed the old dick +Don't you regret when niggas testify on ya +Turn pesticide on ya, make ya want to ride on 'em? +He did what? We don't play that on my corner +Cross the line, we gon' spray that on my corner, nigga + +[Hook] +Paid cash but he should have used debit (now he regret it) +Diamonds cloudy bitch you shoulda went to Texas (now he regret it) +Don't come 'round my neighborhood with all that flexin' (we gon' take it) +Them boys hoes, I hope you ain't talkin' me and Webbie cause nigga +You gon' regret it, you gon' regret it, you gon' regret it +Nigga, you gon' regret it +You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it +You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Don't get in my way about him boy, you gon' regret you did +If it's beef, you better wet the kid cause I'm dangerous +Don't be talkin' gangsta shit if you ain't bout that all the way +Put you in the wheelchair, regrettin' you can't walk away +When you play with Gs, cross the trap, you can't take it back +Have your own people like 'why the fuck you play with that?' +Pockets sittin' major fat +Don't play with my guap, it's like a gangsta leavin' his pistol, man, the day he got shot +Why the squad jumped Orlando, the feelin' I got it +I was regretin' that whole incident when 'Pac got shot +Wonder do Ja Rule, regret not shootin' Fif up +Wanted to do Flip mane, regret not shootin' Tip up +It's a way of life, some niggas need to get zipped up +Fuck my set up hoe, you gon' regret the day you hit her, nigga + +[Hook] +Paid cash but he should have used debit (now he regret it) +Diamonds cloudy bitch you shoulda went to Texas (now he regret it) +Don't come 'round my neighborhood with all that flexin' (we gon' take it) +Them boys hoes, I hope you ain't talkin' me and Webbie cause nigga +You gon' regret it, you gon' regret it, you gon' regret it +Nigga, you gon' regret it +You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it +You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it +[Verse 3: Webbie] +You gon' regret it nigga +Believe that, nigga, look you gon' regret that shit +Huh +You gon' wish you never said that shit or did that shit +Gon' wish you coulda hid that shit or dropped that shit +Just found a way to squash that shit, got out that shit +No really you weren't 'bout that shit, but fuck that shit +When I see 'em, I'ma pop that bitch, believe me boy +I be like Beezy Boy, get a call a day while I'm out there +I'm telling you I'm out there, all the way +Pussy niggas fall away, real niggas stay for good +I ain't got shit but real niggas with me, me and my niggas we straight for good +You gon' wish you never got in that shit +That Savage Life, them Bad Azz niggas been that shit +Second guessin', no question, I betcha you'll be stressin' and shit +For blessings and just wishin' you never mess with the shit +From the home of the tigers and jaguars definitely +Like I'm from the Texas, it's just forever Trill for real, nigga + +[Hook] +Paid cash but he should have used debit (now he regret it) +Diamonds cloudy bitch you shoulda went to Texas (now he regret it) +Don't come around my neighborhood with all that flexin' (we gon' take it) +Them boys hoes, I hope you ain't talkin' me and Webbie cause nigga +You gon' regret it, you gon' regret it, you gon' regret it +Nigga, you gon' regret it +You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it +You don't respect it, than you gon' regret it1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hands Up[Intro] +Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, why you shooting? +I got my hands up (my hands up), hands up (my hands up), hands up + +[Verse 1] +Don't know what they gone do man today (oh lord) +A crooked cop might try to shoot me today +Plus they dudes in the system, acting like they ready for shit that they ain't ready for +Black power, they scared of us +"Just go kill a black", shot him through the windshield +Taraj want his brother back, fuck that, this shit real +Police killing kids, kids killing men +Broke and a fifth of gin'll make a nigga sin +You know you planted that shit on my homeboy +Motherfuckers gave the bench to my old boy +When shit real, your wrong ain't really wrong boy +So we clutching long toys dummy, bitch you see me coming + +[Chorus] +And something telling me to stand up (I'm tired of this shit) +Why you shooting? Officer I got my hands up (police) +My hands up, but something telling me to stand up (fuck that shit) + +[Verse 2] +Lord knows the evil (the evil you do) +The DA fired you hot, the friends you called so that appeal get denied +I know it's hate cause when I won they had tears in they eyes +Said it's my lawyer, no that's karma for all the niggas you fried +Seen it firsthand, and man, they ain't got feelings inside +They be wanting ya boy to testify, we know he gone die +They smiled at me, it was lucifer in front of my face +Now my nephew fighting a body, how much more can I take? (fuck that shit) +[Chorus] +And something telling me to stand up (I'm tired of this shit) +Why you shooting officer? (why you shooting?) Officer I got my hands up (police) +My hands up, but something telling me to stand up (fuck that shit, fuck that shit) + +[Outro] +Rest in peace Michael Brown +Cold part about it (cold part about it) +He had his hands up (his hands up), his hands up (his hands up), his hands up (his hands up), his hands up (his hands up) +He had his hands up +Rest in peace Trayvon Martin (Trayvon, Trayvon, Trayvon) +Cold part about it, nigga shot him cause +He had on black bruh (at nighttime), black bruh +He had a hood that was black bruh +Why they do it? cause we black bruhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s What They LikeThats what they like oh you like that huh? +Thats what they like oh you like that huh? +Thats what they like oh you like that huh? thats what they like + +Lil nigga big name big watch and big chain +Big ole big earrangs blang thats what they like +Oh she like that huh? thats what they like +Oh you like that huh? thats what they like +Brain drips big whips big dogs with them big chips +Them big guns them big clips +Oh you like that huh? thats what they like +Oh you like that huh? thats what they like +Candy paint sippin syrup 26s on da curb +Whole click flippin birds girl +And you like that huh? thats what they like +Oh you like that huh? thats what they like +Dollar signs rubber bands round cash +Mayne you gotta old lady still taking care ya ass +And you like that huh? thats what they like +And you like that huh? thats what they like +Going fishing on the banks of mississippi +Everythang you tell that nigga he listen, that nigga trippin +But you like that huh? thats what they like +Oh you like that huh? thats what they like + +When you looking good (woo) thats what they like +When you smelling good (woo) thats what they like +Nigga expected to be in every hood (woo) thats what they like they like lil boosie spit that real shit, thats what they like +Girl you like that huh? thats what they like +Girl you like that huh? thats what they like +Girl you like that huh? thats what they like +Girl you like that huh? thats what they like +Came through up in the charger +Mayne i know you hear that hemi stop out front yo house +And tell you jump in it, for real? +And you like that huh? thats what they like +And you like that huh? thats what they like +Leather seats getting f**ked on the beach +Nigga hit you for 2 hours and put you to sleep +But you like that huh? thats what they like +Oh you like that huh? thats what they like +Looking good smelling good nigga expected to be in every hood +I hold it down for baton rouge +And they like that huh? thats what they like +And they like that huh? thats what they like +Gucci shades on my ear boosie fade +Fitted hat somedays throwback open A's +And you like that huh? thats what they like +And you like that huh? thats what they like +Look i rock beamers i rock caddys i rock benzs its crucial +Every time you see me fresh out the cleaners, thats boosie +And you like that huh? thats what they like +And you like that huh? thats what they like + +When you looking good (woo) thats what they like +When you smelling good (woo) thats what they like +Nigga expected to be in every hood (woo) thats what they like they like lil boosie spit that real shit, thats what they like +Girl you like that huh? thats what they like +Girl you like that huh? thats what they like +Girl you like that huh? thats what they like +Girl you like that huh? thats what they like +They like tv's and dvd's (uh huh) +They like to take big trips over seas (uh huh) +They like to do the rodeo from the front from the back +They like to give me head cause they know im coming back +The money dont make me, i make money +I hate 20 dollar bills, i like hunnids +I bet aunties say they like dat, she ain't lying +She backed up all the time cause she know her daddy shine leave a bad bitch blind by the sound of my voice +So before i count the nine i done made the girl march +And know what? i got my own haircut +Its called the boosie fade that deals you made, nigga!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +World War 6[Hook] +We got cops killing kids +They don’t miss when they attacked, only crime he was black +This is World War 6 +We got ISIS around this bitch +Killing hundreds after hundreds with one hit +This is World War 6 + +[Verse 1] +Maan +You ain’t seen the news? Laquan McDonald, Chicago PD +Shot him down in cold blood, guess what? It’s right on TV +Sandra Bland, man, what the fuck is going on? +Got her picture but not her body, you motherfuckers wrong +Kill all the kindergarten kids, that’s the devil, man +They say Bill Cosby raping people, not the Jello man +Thugs killing thugs, Bloods killing Bloods +They ask lil' daddy why he did it, he said “just because” +World War 6 for real + +[Hook] +We got cops killing kids +They don’t miss when they attacked +Only crime he was black +This is World War 6 +We got ISIS around this bitch +Killing hundreds after hundreds with one hit +This is World War 6 + +[Verse 2] +If Trump wins, he’s saying he’s building the wall to stop the dope +Now we at war with Chapo, not just him, a lot more +ATL, 80 degress on Christmas, oh my god, man +How the hell hurricanes hit New Jersey and New York, man? +ISIS just left Paris then went to California +They’re scared, they’re closing schools, I need some marijuana +The police set you up and get a freebee +First 48, they want you dead, they make you rat on TV, it’s war +Sent us to prison for life for a lil’ small substance +While you bitches snort cocaine with your golf buddies +We could be murdered seven ways, never knowing shit +AIDS wasn’t enough, now they invented this Ebola shit +It’s war, man + +[Hook] +We got cops killing kids +They don’t miss when they attacked +Only crime he was black +This is World War 6 +We got ISIS around this bitch +Killing hundreds after hundreds with one hit +This is World War 61EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boosie II (Don’t Forget It)[Lil Boosie] +Ah, Ah Lil Boosie (Lil Boosie) Yeah +Whats up! Umm! Whats up! Umm! + +Don't forget it, it's wicked +Don't forget it, it's wicked + +Look, see I walk across that dirty track +At two o'clock a.m. flat +Wake up burn a murder sack +Anything that move, then murder that +Tired of go'n through pressure thug +Cause I'm less a thug +Keep it on your lap cause these days they'll test ya thug +Look, if it ain't that fuckin doja or that weed man +This solja boy don't need +Cause that caine gone shake yo breed +Think I'm lyin keep try'n +Boy that's how it go down +Takin over the world, that's why call me no brown +South side for down, you know that's in my blood +Keep bitchin cause I'm itchin from the fleas and the flood +Hollern "Slow Yo Roll" +Shit, I want the whole +I wanna a fannie swole, so I can act a show +Nigga better ask your hoe, feelin like a mad man +Try'n slang that weed on G street, that's a fast plan +Thinkin bout what dad sayin +"Keep it real and keep ya steel +Take yo time and teach a lil, until you reach a mill" +Got me thinkin dumb ways, got two pumps and two K's +Two licks and two days, two fifths and new J's +I'm thugged out +[Hook] 3 xs +Don't forget it, it's wicked +Roll wit Loc so I sic it +Follow me I got the ticket +And some funk to get busy + +[Lil Boosie] +Look, real niggas be bout that torture +I'll scorch ya if you play me +Niggas be try'n to hate me +That's why it's off of safety +Whoever, whenever makes no differences who you be +Boy you bleed just like me, but don't come cross CBT +Bottom boy, automatic anything that causes that static +Get you stink by us, little nigga, thuggin 'n smokin angel dust +A donkey boy, leave you funky boy +Smoke everything from a lawyer to a junkie boy +Niggas hollern bout they bout it, niggas light as a feather +Can't get mad at you girl cause you ain't on my level +Don't run behind me, when ya find me +You gone regret you missed +Cause my nerves done got pissed +And all you gone get is this (CHOP CHOP!) +It don't stop wit solja Reebok tennis +Thug shit up in ninas, label Boosie a menace +God please forgive my sins, niggas try'n take my ends +I'm just sit back 'n watchin, fuck the talkin I'm choppin +Where yo nigga, yo round, your fuckin whodi, yo convict +This south side red rum shit, so don't you be dumb bitch, wha +Played everything man from proleans to dope fien's +Gettin track in my Balance, stashin dope in the alleys +[Hook] 3 xs +Don't forget it, it's wicked +Roll wit Loc so I sic it +Follow me I got the ticket +And some funk to get busyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Another OneAnother one +Gets no better than that + +Got a nigga like +Damn, I thought this nigga was stand up +Til he met this bad ass bitch, fucked lil' man up +Used to be a playa, had 'em all complexions +Now that pussy got him wanna beef wit' all his girl ex's +Hustlin' done slowed up +Swag startin' to leave nigga +A ho gon' be a ho, and a saint when she need a nigga +Hate to see you lookin' down, nigga get ya shit straight +You went against your own family for her +You took tha bitch fate, she street huh +She two steps ahead, you beat na +You buy for her, before you buy you +Nigga you weak na +You caught a charge slangin' hard, runnin' wit' tha pack +You listen to ya bitch who told ya rat +Damn + +[Chorus] +Another one (repeated) +Pussy got 'em gone sour +Another one (repeated) +We losin' real niggas by tha hour +Cuz pussy got him gone sour +Another one (repeated) +[VERSE 2] +I seen pussy make plenty niggas pillow talk +Pussy nigga cut all his niggas completely off +Niggas you think built strong, if you only knew +Nigga fuck his bitch, now he wanna shoot +Don't be crazy, it's plenty of fine pussy +Too many niggas in prison behind pussy nigga +I see another one, got money and he cuffin' ha +Mad at a block nigga who got crumbs, and he fuckin' +Ghetto Boys been told ya how niggas die over cat +Pussy make headbussas transform into rats +I'm sick and tired, sick and tired, sick and tired of you pussy niggas +Say she bout to leave, now he wanna kill her +Then he kill hisself, now that's a duck nigga +He should of leave her, let her go and fuck that nigga +Now you gone, family all fucked up +Lookin', and it's all behind that pussy + + +[Chorus] +Another one (repeated) +Pussy got 'em gone sour +Another one (repeated) +We losin' real niggas by tha hour +Cuz pussy got him gone sour +Another one (repeated) +BOOSIE TALKIN' TIL THE ENDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Avenue[Hook] +Hey, you can catch me on my avenue, I'll show you what this money do +Boosie Badazz!(Hey you can catch me on my avenue)Superbad! Yo turn up Boosie Badazz! +(Hey you can catch me on my avenue) +All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say +(Hey you can catch me on my avenue) +I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin' +(Hey you can catch me on my avenue) +All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say +(Hey you can catch me on my avenue) +Boosie Badazz! I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin' + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Catch me on my avenue doing my thang +Everybody love me, people screamin' my name +I got the old folks bumpin' Boosie +Sorry but I got the Juvenile slangin'/shootin', but it's the streets +Five shows a week, hey! I'm getting paid (bling bling) +Choppin' on blades with my Boosie fade +I'm a hood role model, ain't nothing you can tell me +Street game, ain't nothing you could sell me +Just watch me, million dolla nigga, you could call me Ted Debiasi! +Been 'bout my paper, let's keep it real +I've been had the streets for the last five years +I wake up to get my cake up, red bone in the back I'm gettin ate up +Twenty five every show, I got my weight up +Ask somebody on my avenue (Shit, that Boosie Boo a paper chaser!) +[Hook: (Lil' Phat) & Boosie Badazz] +(Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do) +All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say +(Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do) +I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin' +I'm out here grindin' +I'm out here grindin' + +[Verse 3: Lil' Trill] +You catch me on my avenue chillin in my Bugatti +I really do my thang boy you better go ask somebody +My daddy told me get em, so I'm goin all the way +I got a bentley at 14, so I'm stupid out the gate +If you're just in that camaro yeah, boy you're super late +If you ain't talking no money you can get up out my face +100,000 on my wrist that was just cause of the bezel +They talk about the chain cause the youngin rock several +Money, money, money that's all I really need it +I knew how to count the money before I knew how to read it +I'm the youngest, I'm the g'est, I really be doin my thang +When I hop up out the plane let girls screaming my name +I guess cause of the money or probably cause of the fame +Or the way I cuts up, when I went I my do thang +I'm all about my paper you can call me a paper chaser +I'm getting money I ain't worried bout you haters +[Hook: (Lil' Phat) & Boosie Badazz] +(Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do) +All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say +(Hey you can catch me on my avenue, I show you what this money do) +I wake up to get my cake up, I'm out here grindin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +A Problem (OMF)[Hook] +‘95 Max on, Dope boy cologne on +Creed, and I ain’t talking bout the movie +(This ain’t no movie) +Bad bitches on my black phone +Murder on the trap phone +30 chains on me like i'm gucci +Bitch you got a problem +Can’t nobody solve it +Bitch you got a problem +Ain't nobody solving it +Bitch you got a problem +Ain't nobody solving it +Mix with goons and gobblings +I've been fucking with a problem + +[Verse 1] +Ima well known nigga in the state of Louisiana +Got more respect than any rapper +I'm [?] in Alabama +I got guns but not for cameras +The new man up in Atlanta +I'm the strap on your lap +I'm the act in the Phantom +I'm too hot to hot to handle +The police hate my guts +Cuz the niggas kicking dust +They was raised by us +What the fuck +The front page of the paper +The backside in the middle +On parole, but still can’t get me not to ride with my pistol +Boosie +[Hook] +‘95 Max on, Dope boy cologne on +Creed, and I ain’t talking bout the movie +(This ain’t no movie) +Bad bitches on my black phone +Murder on the trap phone +30 chains on me like i'm gucci +Bitch you got a problem +Ain't nobody solving it +Bitch you got a problem +Ain't nobody solving it +Bitch you got a problem +Ain't nobody solving it +Mix with goons and gobblings +I've been fucking with a problem +Look bitch you got a problem + +[Verse 2] +I got tats on my body +I got blood on my hands boy +Soldiers in my posse +Bout it, Bout it we ain’t playing boy +Boy I know my roll +I'm the mother fucking man boy +Couldn't control his hoes +He exposed, you ain't no pimp boy +Bitch you know the code +I'm Boosie boo I'm a hot boy +No I can't be faithful hoe +That's why I want a hot girl +Never back down go to war +Anytime a day +Waffle house at 6 bitch +I Ihop ya and pancake +Crazy what the fans say +They say he be on different drugs +Bitch I'm sober wit it +I know you pussy +So I mug because +Pussy ass nigga +You know you ain't built like me nigga +You wasn’t raised where I was raised, nigga believe that + +[Hook] +‘95 Max on, Dope boy cologne on +Creed, and I ain’t talking bout the movie +(This ain’t no movie) +Bad bitches on my black phone +Murder on the trap phone +30 chains on me like i'm gucci +Bitch you got a problem +Ain't nobody solving it +Bitch you got a problem +Ain't nobody solving it +Bitch you got a problem +Ain't nobody solving it +Mix with goons and gobblings +I've been fucking with a problem +Look bitch you got a problem + +[Outro] +Problem in my section +With or without Lil Weebie +A problem with them choppas, choppas choppas +Problem in my section +With or without ill whipe it +Problem in my section +A problem up in my sectionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bucked Up[Chorus:] +Bucked Up N' Fucked Up +Bucked N' Fucked Up Can't You See I'm Bucked Up N' Fucked +Bucked N' Fucked[x3] + +[Verse 1:] +Now When I Entered This Bitch I Was Ready To Get Off In Me Sum Shit +Cause I Luv My Hood N' I'm a Represent In this Bitch +Now In The Parkin' Lot Mane I Had Me A Pint Of That Yaht Cause My Potckets Sittin' Swoll So I Can't Be Stopped +How I Was Me N' My Niggas Came Thru With Dem T's Starched Down Soulja Rees Blowin' Doja Leaves +Came Boucin' Thru Dat Bitch N' Ran Into Me A Red Bone +She Say I Like Yo Car You Need To Take Lil Azz Home +I Told Her Slow Up Girl Let Me See What'z Jigga Lattin' +Got Buku Niggas Pointin' So I Know Dem Bitches Hatin' +Uh Ohh They Played My Song +Thatz When The Club Got Buck +Niggas Hollin' Out They Hoodz +That's When Niggas Got Slugged +We Waz Jumpin' On Each Otha With Our 4z In Tha Sky +Mad Az A MuthaFucka Cause Big Ro Juzt Died +I Waz Drunk Since 9 O'Clock So Don't Be Fuckin' With +N' If U Buckin' Like A Bitch +U Can't Be Buckin' With Me Nigga + +[Chorus] +[Verse 2:] +Man I Wish A Nigga Would Play Me Tonite Dawg +I'm a Hit Dey Fuckin' Hood Mane N' Knock Dey Lights Off +Made My To Tha Bar With My Nigga Lil K +Got A Shot Of Alize Set A Nigga So Straight +From Outta Nowhere Mane I Heard Muthafuck Tha South So U Know A Nigga Bust His Mouth N' A Guard Drug Him Out +That's When Played Set It Off I Drewed It That's When A Million muthafuckaz Crowded Round By Boosie +Told Em Bitch U Put Ya Hands On Me N' Dats Ya Issue Got Sumom Outside Dat Ain't gone Miss U Ya Bitch +My Clique Few But Dem Few Niggas Ready To Steal Blood +I Give My Nigga 5 gs N' U Won't Leave tha Club +Dealt A Bad Hand When My Daddy Left Home So That Thug LifeLivin' Kelp On +Look Now Put Tha Hood Up Nigga Or Tha Sign U Claim I Respect It To Tha Fullest But It's A Bottom Thang + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3:] +U Ain't Heard What I Rep Shitt(Muthafucka)S.O.U.T.H.S.I.D.E Thug To My Death +Look I Waz Raised Cross Tha Track Where Niggas Known To Do Killin' +If U Really Know Me Nigga Dem U Now What I'm Dealin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crabs in the Bucket[Intro] +I want to thank god for getting me out the bucket... +The grind life... +Yall crabs in a bucket +The grind life +This ain’t swimming pool nigga +We thugging + +[Verse 1] +Marcus momma smoke crack and his daddy was a pusher +His cousin on for busting mother fuckers like a russian +Cory momma crazy, him and Tony got nothing +As long as Cory got food, him and Tony got something +His uncle name Wayne, he smoking crack with my uncle +Hit heavy in the cane, selling crack to my uncle +Suge momma died man he was only 5 +His cousin robbed a trailer, gave that boy only 45 +They gave that boy 45 + +[Hook] +We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging +The grind life +If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it +Grind life + +[Verse 2] +Head buster was my thug nigga +Daddy was a smoker +Put it on ya quick, nigga crazy like the joker +My nigga fired things whole family straight thugging +His big brother my big brother +He best friends with my cousin +All of us was crabs in the bucket +Directions from the OG’s +Like Ya lil nigga bust it +Kevin was a thug, his momma could tell him nothing +6 at the top and the bottom he was thugging +No time to play the cops and the robbers we was hustling +Big boy done lost his momma and big Chris like my cousin +We all came from nothing, we clutchin and we bustin +Another cross breed +Go to your head and try for Brohnson +That’s the blood of a gangsta +[Hook] +We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging +The grind life +If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it +Grind life + +[Verse 3] +Fresh was a hard head since he was young +Paula use to try to tell us change cuz we was young +But still we was some hard heads +On the hill coming +They stood over my boy (mike boy) with a pump +My momma was a teacher and my daddy was a sniffer +His brother up in hunts +And his son on that river +I was on that river like the crabs in the bucket +Nothing but killers around me on the yard with them pokers +Far from broke niggas we was young dope dealers +All my childhood friends got somebody up the road +We put it in our hand, guarantee to smoke niggas +All my childhood friends, all of us sell snow +All of us sell dope + +[Hook] +We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging +Thug life +If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it +If we make it out that bucket +We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging +I hop you make it out the bucket +If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it +I hope you make it out that bucket +[Outro]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Got Me Bent[Verse 1: Webbie] +Ain't this about a bitch this nigga actin all tough +Like he somebody special and can't get his ass bust +I'll call a little meetin have them niggas mask up +Do you something decent all the gangstas stand up +I ben out chere getting money +Fuckin honeys +Blunts n stuntin +I don't know from what you show me you ain't out here doin nothing +Say ya hustling bout that bustin real hustling yeah I hear ya +Betta get from round here looking unfamiliar for I kill ya +Whole click tatted bad and that's just how a nigga livin +Mix the liquor wit the killer now they jumpin to the ceiling +Kinda make you fill like fightin and I'm likin how it's feelin +Crowds jumpin crowd sumthin get to jumpin on a nigga +Strapped up wit lickin took it straight up in the kitchen +Drought they outta commission +I'll be straight but you can get it +On the grind for the figures go and get it ass niggas +Bitch lyin if he say I ain't the prime definition + +[Hook: Weebie & Boosie Badazz] +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Ohh it's fuck me nigga you on some otha shit +So since you on some otha shit, I'm finna to shoot you in yo fuckin dick +Buck shots to the left nut buck shots to tha right nut +You bitch ass niggas don't like us +You betta try to fight us +It war time nigga they killin for stripes +So I gotta spark my niggas put bout 6 in life +Ya girl pussy wet nigga take yo funky they ass home +Fuckin round wit donkey kong +A have yo fuckin dome gone +My face expressions let you know try me I'll let it go +If my gun on safety tookie williams ain't got respect no more +Let me tell ya what I'm reppin for +The streets the projects +My niggas who c*** that pop that +On the hip is where that Glock at +You ain't herd I'm that hnic +I'm the head nigga in charge till I'm restin in peace +And I have no idea why they messin wit meea +Hit yo ass from long distance like they did jfk + +[Hook: Webbie & Boosie Badazz] +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +[Verse 3: Foxx] +You got me fucked up bent twist tied outta proportion +I'm not non of yo partnas or that bitch you divorcin +Hit you wit that iron you gon wish yo momma had an abortion +Get retarted in this club you really gon need escortin +To yo muthafuckin car my niggas waitin outside +Hollerin mutha fuck the law +If you gon take us then take us +Shut yo muthafuckin jaw +Bout 30 hoes outside but they ain't sayin what they saw +Cuz they know how we is +Some ole baton rouge niggas and they know how we live +We know where they live and well come fuck wit they kids +I hear they hollerin I be stuntin I don't live what I'm talking +I ain't really push the rover I really be walkin +I got news for you bitch I don't lease I don't rent +I hit the lot in gerry lane couldn't believe what I spent +You see that truck in front yo house that's that hit I just sent +And for you local muthafuckas bitch you got me bent + +[Hook: Webbie & Boosie Badazz] +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent +Ohh shit no +Bitch you got me bent +You got me fucked all up +Bitch you got me bent1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +ThrillaBoosie badazz.. +Come from that mud life niggah, so.. you know +Whole family be thuggin', so.. +I live my life like.. like a thrilla + +I live my life like a thrilla +Thug in my blood, little niggah with no love +Live my live like a thrilla +Thug in my blood, niggah with no love, and i get it out the mud +Live my life like a thrilla + +All I give is pain, got the heart of a killa +I dont be playin games, even stuck in chains, I remain.. +Bulletproof, pussy proof, words can't explain bitch wat I could do to you.. +I'm a certified niggah, southside thrilla +Whole family, thug niggahs, drug dealers, cold killas +Better pay what you owe niggah, it can get serious.. Load Up +Ratttt, ratttttt +Realer shit +Not speakin just to rap, I'm speakin from experience +Only thing my uncles ever taught me, was to whip a brick +The thug side feelin this, them few choice niggas +RIP Lil Bleek lil big heart nigga +Showin' love from mafia type, to ridah type +Me and you, you and me, real shit +Survivin like... +Clutch it, we might die tonight +Fuck it, its watever +God and my pistol +Guess with me I live my life a little thrilla +Since my younger days, I got payed for moves made, on the goon life +My daddy was a thrilla, and his brother certified +They told me, up it, bust, and clutch it everytime I ride +My La Familia we go live, you won’t find nothing realer +Ask my niggah city, he gon' tell ya I'ma thrilla +Got no love for these bitches, promise you it’s M-O-B +Theres two things a hoe can tell me.. No-thing +I’m from the mud, where that Caine and Able shit really exist +These niggas stunt hard, but in they heart they a bitch +Chop sticks, drop shit, close range, broad day, that thug shit them rappers talk, I’m bout all day +MJ, Ray Ray, and Tootie Daddy Boosie, so they thug +They listen but in pictures, they throw 4’s and they blood +An while I was in the pen, bitch niggahs built a case +I shitted in a bucket, and threw it in his fuckin face + +Reppin for designers, I show big meech luv +I got big street luv and it can't be duplicated +Thug here, boosie fade. Yeah I made it +In my section, they be reppin +They gon' tell ya I'm the greatest +We got cal-i-o babies, we calico crazy +I don't show no luv to these niggahs, cause they shady +Been on my Soulja Slim shit, bitch the streets made me +Get money, eat later +Ribs showing, fuck that +They be like mother fuck they body, long as they pockets fat +In the mud, they wear masks testifying on they man +They actions be like crack, hard to understand +Do the murder man dance, where I'm from by the river +But ain’t no nigga trying me over there, cause I’m a thrilla +Niggahs play with me, and them fools was like my cousins +Was gon' let 'em ride, but my auntie told me, bust 'emEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boss Man[Intro] +Them niggas did that for the boss man (x2) +Boosie I got you, got you, got you, got you + +[Hook] +Boosie I got you, got you.. Boosie I got you, got you.... (x2) + +[Verse 1: ?] +OG grinding, OG gonna stomp ya +I'm that old nigga with that ugly ass revolver +Niggas talking shit but ain't ready to die +Choppers with a hundred rounds ready to fly + +[Verse 2: Ghost] +Ghost coming like a ghost, you can't see me 'til I'm on ya +Slip the clip in, rip up the whole corner +Tell boss man everything will be alright +We coming through the night and we gone put it in they life + +[Verse 3: ?] +And real talk, I'm the type to let the irons fought when it's time boss, closed casket +Rep I do it for the boss man, broad day with a K, I set it off man +I ain't no stand down nigga, I pull these triggers to erase these niggas +Hollow head hit ya, amber lamps come and get ya +And I ain't tripping on the cost man I do it for the boss man +[Hook] + +[Verse 4: Bleek] +It's Bleek and I bang shit, right hand man shit +Cock it back and split 'em when they fuck with my nigga +Track life bitch, been together since babies +Try'na' jack Hatch, bitch you must be crazy +That down for life shit, that brother-brother shit +I feel you trying to jack and I'm upping on a bitch +That down for life shit, that brother-brother shit +I feel you trying to jack and I'm upping on a bitch + +[Verse 5: Marlo Mike] +Marlo Mike bitch, and I'm insane in the brain (for real) +Bust a nigga ass if they fuck with Badazz +Do it out of love, I don't need no green +Straight killed a nigga, I ain't nothing but fifteen +Marlo + +[Verse 6: Big Loc] +I'm Big Loc and I clean for the bossman +And when he clucking I get lean for the bossman +And when he wrinkled I iron jeans for the bossman +Serving fiends for the bossman +I done done it all, nigga +[Hook] +[Verse 7: Lil Boosie] +Now these last works from the boss man, and his first words +Were killing niggas who hating on me, what they deserve +Bleek like he'll do it on GP, cause he's my dawg +One phone call, job done +For the boss man +If I got to leave a minute, handle situation +Grind hard put a smile on my kids faces +Retaliation but it's only when the boss call +Listen close and take notes when the boss talks +He tell ya spark spark, chill chill, kill kill +One call he made Bun, didn't he keep it real? +So when he flash you gotta take it sometimes +You know your boss got a lot on his mind, you know your boss grind +Lot of niggas can't be in my shoes, (nah) lotta niggas can't control they goons +We catch you chilling at the room, or outside at noon, and it's chick, chicka-chicka BOOM +For the Boss Man + +[Hook 4] + + + + +[Outro] +[?]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Finish U[Verse 1] +Shit you say thug +Nigga fuck with me and my family +Shit I have no choice but to +Handle my business shit +I’m a get it in with you partner +Straight up that’s now it is +(that’s how it is) + +[Hook] +Pussy boy I finish you +(murda murda murda) +I swing wide make you +See things you never heard of +Pussy boy I finish you +(murda murda) +Bag you when I see you +Hanging out the window in traffic +When I meet you +Pussy boy I’ll finish you +Clear the whole clip +Yea 44 revolver head shot +Bust them up +Swing back next day +Hot mail UPS these niggas +Chop them bullets rip them up +Let’s undress these niggas +[Verse 2] +Got back ground tell you I’ll back down +I’m on parole beef still in the air +So I’m strapped down +Who going to be next +Is the question that I ask +Had to make them stop talking +So I messaged them your head +Could have knocked ya’ll fool +But I respected your ass +Next time the booster boys +Gonna be right in your ass + +[Hook] +Pussy boy I finish you +(murda murda murda) +I swing wide make you +See things you never heard of +Pussy boy I finish you +Bag you when I see you +Hanging out the window in traffic +When I meet you +Pussy boy I’ll finish you +Cause nigga you don't know me +Only thing I get around beef is a rosenet +Niggas try to kill me but +They couldn't take the menace +RIP that pussy ass boy have been finished +Took my money too and I bought myself a bag of gun +Put beans on them and hand them over to my sons +Watch your lungs cause your mouth +Will get you into some shit that you can’t run from +Baltimore you niggas like musa dumb dumb shit +Shit I brought you boys to reality +Known in the hood for setting off for cold causality +[Hook] +Pussy boy I finish you +(murda murda murda) +I swing wide make you +See things you never heard of +Pussy boy I finish you +Bag you when I see you +Hanging out the window in traffic +When I meet you +Pussy boy I’ll finish youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Lovin MeChorus: Sizzla +Where do you go, don't you need my baby +Why can't you come on and let us play +When are you going to come my way +What are the things they've been telling you +I've got to stop them from compelling you girl +They just won't stop me from getting you + +Verse 1: Lil Boosie +All I need is you lovin' me +You say my niggas they corruptin' me, but +I can take you places you ain't seen, you're my queen (you're my queen) +I love how you look in those sexy jeans +I could, fulfill your dreams and your fantasies +I could, take you ballin' out on shopping sprees, you're my queen (you're my queen) +Where do I go when I need some love? You +Nobody sex me like you sex me girl, it's true +But they can't stop me, I won't let them +You can tell them to, stay out our business and stop compelling you + +Chorus: Sizzla +Where do you go, don't you need my baby +Why can't you come on and let us play +When are you going to come my way +What are the things they've been telling you +I've got to stop them from compelling you girl +They just won't stop me from getting you +I'm gonna' take you right there, love for a lifetime +I'm gonna' make your life so clear, girl gonna make you mine +I'm gonna' take you right there, love for a lifetime +I'm gonna' make your life so clear, gonna make you mine + +Verse 2: B.G +I hope you know you got a real nigga +I just want you to feel Jizzle +I know they say that I dun killed niggas but, you're my girl (you're my girl) +It ain't no secret, I'm a street nigga (street nigga) +But under that I'm still sweet nigga +You just need a chance to see baby, you're my girl (you're my girl) +You're old enough to make your own decisions +You wanna' to be with me then come be with me +Know what they say is compelling you but, you're my girl (you're my girl) + +ChorusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bag after BagBitch, I count a lot of money +Boy, I fuck a lot of hoes +I love my niggas like the Zoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Do a lot of stuntin' +Fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Keep a big bankroll +And I fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money + +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money + +Fuck a lot of dimes +Run with a real mafia +Known for slangin iron +Pappadeuxs, we eat Tilapia +All my partners shine +Disrespect the clique +We gon' disconnect your spine +Made my first million dollars +3 years, 4.25 +Certified with choppers, 3 kills 4.25 +Got Iraq-type niggas, strapped up ready to die +He make a song he gon' get gone, I'm droppin' a 125, bye +Like Zoes we love our niggas from the can, the penitentiary +I'm the man, you turn against me, I'm gon' knock you 'cross the fences +Got my henchmen with me, check out my Jewelhouse pockets +Boy, I keep 50 with me (you ain't know?) +Bitch, I count a lot of money +I love my niggas like the Zoes +Do a lot of stuntin' +Fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Keep a big bankroll +And I fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money + +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money + +I count up the money, I fuck all the hoes +I'm paid off my shows, believe me +I wake up, my hand be itchin' , I'm stackin' these millions for billions, I'm tweakin' +I fuck all the dimes, I play with they mind, but I don't play games in the bed +I'm straight to the point, don't even wanna fuck if I can't get the head +So it gon' go down, southside, 4 down +Love my real niggas for real, we like the Zoe pound +3 best believe chicks, I got some bad bitches waitin' on you +Bag after bag, got you mad,nigga you hatin' on me + +I'm official boy, every day is Christmas boy +Yo' bitch, I probably hit her, boy +Probably made her press record +Probably made her bless my boy +Jewelhouse bringin' extra boy +I'm flexin' +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Do a lot of stuntin' +Fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Keep a big bankroll +And I fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money + +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Who Can Love U[Hook: Bobby Valentino] +Now who's gonna love you like me (nobody) +Who gon do you like me (nobody) +Who gon kiss you like me (nobody) +Who gon freak you like me (nobody) +Yeaahh +Now imma put it on you, you you +Now imma put it on you, you you +Now imma put it on you, you you +Now imma put it on you, you you +Yeaahh + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Now from the introduction badass +He had you blushin,my first discussion +Was strictl if all this body touchin +Kissin and huggin she fillin her head in the pillow +I kiss her tattoo on her back +And stroke her on her from the back +And i put in on her from the wall to the bed +Fine red she starrin she ain't scared she gon hit me with that head +She comin, im commin we both close our eyes +She call me rollercoaster she love to take a ride +Say she ain't met nobody yet the could last long +Sometimes i need ex just to lawst longer +And i feind for her and part of my mind stay on her +Put her body in a coma +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +You know i like to be with you +Make love and sleep with you +Squeeze ya tight from behind +Especially christmas time +Noone can love you better, i promise +Gotta brag and tell sista's and her mama's +Like "that boy a fool" +Pay ya dues, ill buy you shoes and the finer things +The diamond rings ooh.. i love yo body frame +Who gon love ya, who gon touch ya +Like a thug do +Drop you off and pick you up makin love too +Love everything from to your smell to your belly ring +She keep it clean, ain't gotta tell her about her hygiene +(thats my bay) MAN ! +And she touch me in the rite spot +Know how to get her ready i know her hot spot + +[Bridge: Bobby Valentino] +Baby come on over +I got some things in store for you +Jacquie's hot, candels lit +And you know we gon be sippin' +Baby when you get here +Imma give it to you +(nobody) gon chop you on the late night +(nobody) can change your life with just one swipe +(nobody)them nails and that hair right +Imma be be be beat that thing all night +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Scorpio Love[Intro] +Scorpio love +Girl you're crazy, girl you're crazy +I'm a Scorpio, means I'm so damn sexual + +[Pre-Chorus] +Girl go down low (come on girl), make it ride for me (get it up) +Show me your wild side girl, take your time with me (take your time with me) +Spread your legs (lay back), spread your legs girl +You shake your head, no you can't take this head girl + +[Chorus] +Yeah, Scorpios are a one in a million +You want more and more and more (you'll never get enough of a Scorpio) +Our love ain't no ordinary feeling (can you take it?) +All night long + +[Verse 1] +Come on girl, take a ride (come on) +Let me get your body high (come on) +Let me breathe on your cat, wet your inside +Raise your leg from the side then switch sides (let's go) +I'm 'bout whatever +You can bring her, we can do it together +You know how I do, I be steppin' with truth +I promise our sex on a whole 'nother level +Fucked her in the asshole with strawberry lube +Covered her mouth, don't you make a sound +Twelve play (twelve play baby) +It's twelve plays when I lay you down +Twelve play (twelve play) +Horny all the time, want it all the time +After first time we fucked, she knew my sign (you must be a Scorpio) +[Chorus] +Yeah, Scorpios are a one in a million +You want more and more and more (you'll never get enough of a Scorpio) +Our love ain't no ordinary feeling (can you take it?) +All night long + +[Verse 2] +Girl you ever had a nigga really turned you out, really turned you out? (really turned you out) +Let you cum all in his mouth, really turned you off +Then he tongue kissed you, turned you on +And she wanted more, she needed it +I sucked on her fingers and played with her clit +Then rubbed her asshole, she skeeted +Girl don't you run from me +I take sex to the max, bitch I'm a Scorpio +You say I'm a dog, what you callin' for? (I know what's wrong) +You stung by a Scorpio +Give you that real and put you in your feelings +Forever have life, we will always have dealings +Fucked you good and a Scorpio +If he ride with you he die with you, you stuck with him + +[Chorus] +Yeah, Scorpios are a one in a million +You want more and more and more (you'll never get enough of a Scorpio) +Our love ain't no ordinary feeling (can you take it?) +All night long +[Outro] +Girl go down low, make it ride for me +Show me your wild side girl, take your time with me +Spread your legs, spread your legs girl +You shake your head, no you can't take this head girl +Girl go down low (girl go down low), make it ride for me (make it ride for me) +Show me your wild side girl, take your time with me (take your time with me) +Spread your legs (spread your legs), spread your legs girl (spread your legs girl) +You shake your head, no you can't take this head girl, hey +Scorpios are a one in a millionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Retarded[Intro] +Say thug I’m retarded +I fuck bad bitches I get money +I got to the club I have fun +And I turn the fuck up +I’m retarded nigga +All day +Ahhh shit Boosie badazz +I’m retarded +Hey hey hey +Hey hey hey + +[Hook] +I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up) +Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded +I’m retarded I’m retarded +I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded +I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up) +Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded +I’m retarded I’m retarded +I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded + +[Verse 1] +They say I talk country but I count money +In the bay they fuck with me +Cause I’m one hunnid (one hunnid) +Down south thug swag all the goons love me +No shirt bad ass know you wanna fuck me +Boosie juice in ma system and I’m going live +Getting head from ma bitch on the four-five (freeway freeway) +I go real retarded +Known for sneaking in the club with that baby 40 +I’m a legend on the street like I’m e40 +Pop one pop 2 it’s an E party +I’m looking for a hot girl I can call on +Short skirt in the club with no draws on +[Hook] +I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up) +Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded +I’m retarded I’m retarded +I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded +I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up) +Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded +I’m retarded I’m retarded +I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded + +[Verse 2] +It go down when that Boosie hit the speakers man +Where you from hoods up +Where ma [?] man +Bad bitch pussy wet and she tweaking man +Drunk and I’m fucked up I might eat it man +I go retarded, retarded, I go retarded +I smoke that loud, that loud +We smoke retarded +And every nigga round me man they getting money +So when we leave the club everybody stunting +Feed her good look good that’s the tag team +Bitch nigga playing hard call him drag queen +White beetle with ma drink my hand +Project nigga got money so I know I’m the man +I’m retarded +[Hook] +I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up) +Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded +I’m retarded I’m retarded +I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded +I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up) +Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded +I’m retarded I’m retarded +I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded + +[Bridge] +I’m a real G so, it’s a freak show +I’m a real G so, it’s a freak show +I’m a real G so, it’s a freak show +I’m a real G so, it’s a freak show +Bounce your ass +Make your knees touch your elbow +I only got one night what I tell hoes +Bounce your ass +Make your knees touch your elbow +I only got one night what I tell hoes + +[Hook] +I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up) +Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded +I’m retarded I’m retarded +I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded +I came to get fucked up I came to party (turn up) +Get their pussy wet hollering I’m retarded +I’m retarded I’m retarded +I’m the life of the party man I’m retarded +[Outro] +Fucks somn, sucks some +Fucks somn, sucks some +Fucks somn, sucks some +I’m retardedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro - Get Em Boosie[Intro] +Minor setback for a major comeback + +[Verse 1] +Look at how the wrist glow along with a sick flow +Bitches hitting switches on my dick like a '64 +Swisha sweet, full of dro, no need to pull a ho +Every hole in her body she tryna make my dick go +Fit so high, most niggas steal it out the Gucci store +Kicks so fly, I really like 'em so I'm buying four +Been had swag, hoes been sweating me since '94 +Get my Frank Lucas on, furry hat, minx coat +Pink loc', light up my room like I'm a rainbow +She know, she getting down that's what she came for +Cocky and confident, I'm street, what I'mma change for +Keep a dime piece but only eat on my main ho +Champagne Range but I ain’t lift up the doors though +Platinum credit cards, feel addicted to bank rolls though +Gangsta everybody know, gangstas be at every show +Niggas say they gangsta but if you gangsta what you tell 'em for? + +[Hook] +Get 'em Boosie +Get 'em Boosie +Get 'em Boosie +Get 'em Boosie +[Outro] +Minor setback for a major comeback1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +America’s Most Wanted[Intro] +Boosie Badazz +Take the Badazz the hard way + +[Chorus] +Have you read those papers? (goddamn) +America's most wanted +Couldn't get me when they got me +Now they say I'm with the 'luminati +America's most wanted +Have you read those papers? (who am I?) +America's most wanted +Six bodies, two attempts +Sir you're lying, I don't do attempts +America's most wanted + +[Verse 1] +Snipers on the roof at my trial +Prosecutor tellin' the jury he need to die +Attempts but if you talkin' attempts then you a liar +On top of that Warner Brothers told me bye +Tried to give niggas deals, man they really tried to burn me +Said I had a bag of money on the district attonery +They tried to sink me, even set me up in jail dog, no charge +Now they talkin' court cases, these are real go hards +They told my fall partner rat so he can hurt me +Offered him ten and he was on seven murders +Snatched up my kin, labeled my mama as a witness +Ten years for marijuana and I ain't never been convicted, dirty bitches +[Chorus] +Have you read those papers? (goddamn) +America's most wanted +Couldn't get me when they got me +Now they say I'm with the 'luminati +America's most wanted +Have you read those papers? (who am I?) +America's most wanted +Six bodies, two attempts +Sir you're lying, I don't do attempts +America's most wanted + +[Verse 2] +Came home, they say I couldn't drink beer, this shit is real +Judge read the verdict, the prosecutor in tears +Beat a motherfuckin' life, I say I ain't have fear +Send me straight to death row and I just had a couple years +I got blamed for niggas' bodies I ain't even fuckin' know +In my cell, tears fallin' on the floor, I wanna go +Feds comin' to my cell, frequent visits to the pen +Bitches sayin' if I win they gon' lock me up again +Had me in bulletproof trucks when they take me to court +Electric shocker on my body like where the fuck I'ma go? +Every song I talked about guns on, they brought it up +Had God on my side, this wasn't luck, what the fuck +[Chorus] +Have you read those papers? (goddamn) +America's most wanted +Couldn't get me when they got me +Now they say I'm with the Illuminati +America's most wanted +Have you read those papers? (who am I?) +America's most wanted +Six bodies, two attempts +Sir you're lying, I don't do attempts +America's most wanted + +[Outro] +A deputy woke me up and he told me I'll be glad when they electrocute your black ass +America's most wanted +My jury was anonymous, they stayed in hotels, they couldn't say they name, couldn't do nothin' +America's most wanted +Homicide told me, we should've killed your ass when we had the chance +America's most wanted +One day they made my kids visit me in front of my cell, dirty ass cell +America's most wanted +They told me I want your fall partner to rat 'cause I know he gon' get killed, crazy +America's most wanted +Had all my niggas on the chalkboard, had me on the top, boss man +America's most wantedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thug Life[Intro] +Aw shit, you know what this is +(This for the motherfuckin' streets, nigga) +Hmm, thug life +(This for the gutter, nigga) +Thug life +(Badazz 3.5, nigga) +Thug life + +[Verse 1] +Seein' J's on the corner when I'm walkin' out the school +Wasn't in my head but in my eyes, I'ma loot +Me and my lil' dude and we pack a .22 +Fuck 'round if you want, I'm gon' put this bitch on you +Roosevelt Street Projects, hittin' niggas up +Can't stand bitches, man, they set niggas up, wet niggas up +I promise I done seen some cold shit +Niggas slicing throats of the ones they roll with +Four shit, no ho shit, this the life I dove in +Can't go right, this thug life chose me +Nigga get on the corner, I seen this shit as a kid +Most my uncles in the pen, this the life a nigga live + +[Chorus] +Thug life (This that thug shit) +Why did you surround me with this life? (Thug life) +Do you care whether you live or you die? (You know what this is, nigga) +Thug life (Four shit, no ho shit) +Thug life (Bitch ass nigga) +Nothin' to lose, I'm gon' ride tonight +[Verse 2] +Daily fightin', mama, can't we all get along? +Marvin Gaye, where you at? Right now they need a song +Uncle cook my coke, think he goin' in my zones +Had to learn to cook my own and it ain't even take me long +Turned the rap money to the trap money, now it's up +Now even bitches who ain't holler at a nigga tryna fuck +Hit the block, sewed up, purple pop poured up +In the drop with lil' Ivy, all the hoes love us, nigga, roll up +They killed my dawg, now it's war in the city +Murder my enemy, my nigga, we destroyin' the city +It ain't no "finna be," my nigga, it's some ASAP shit +Catch that boy, we gon' jack that bitch, fuck that nigga + +[Chorus] +Thug life (He a ho, fuck that nigga) +Why did you surround me with this life? (Straight up, nigga, help me, God) +Do you care whether you live or you die? (I don't even motherfuckin' know, nigga, I don't give a fuck) +Thug life (Straight up) +Thug life (This all I know, nigga) +Nothin' to lose, I'm gon' ride tonight + +[Outro] +Police tryna take my energy (Thug) +Bitches sleepin' with the enemy (It's thug) +Lil jits packin' guns (Jits packin' guns) +It ain't safe where I'm from +Daily fightin', mama, can't we all get along? +Marvin Gaye, they need a song +Daily fightin', mama, can't we all get along? +Marvin Gaye, they need a song +Daily fightin', mama, daily fightin' +Can't we all get along, 'long? +Thug lifeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Touch DownI touchdown at 11:45 with a 50 pound lick and a couple +Hard nines now I'm back on the grind on my side I gotta +Nine, and I'm a go blind if u disrepect my mind, xxxxx +I'm fresh out that pad door still smokin halfs of dro +Still toughtin calicos, u niggas outta know I was cold +At 16, man I'm in n out of prison, my father figure +Dead so dats how a nigga livin wat would u do, if u was +Boosie, lead nigga who hate on u, ridin round scared +Thinkin a nigga finna play with u, u gon ramble in that +Bottom cause I lay down law, I cutt the quickness when +U play me cause I lay down jaw, if u ain't heard about +Boosie then I making my mark, I cutt ya thoart, take ya +House, dats that souja slim talk, if u got money they +Can't never hold u down in the dark, they can make ya +Feel paid when dat money go talkin I... + +I touchdown cause hell +Touchdown and cause hell +Touchdown and cause hell +Touchdown and cause hell... + +And I told myself I waznt go go to jail but I lied, now +My momma on ha knees and she cry, and daughter askin +Where her daddy at n y, where he at n y, now the feds +On a nigga heart, gotta put my whip up cause lil boosie +Smart, smart I touchdown, blusin the block, if ya owe +Me betta pay me or I'm brusin ya now...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What You Know About Me[INTRO : BOOSIE TALKING] + +Nigga fuck what you heard 'bout me +Nigga fuck what they say 'bout me nigga +I don't give a fuck nigga +I be thuggin' nigga +Straight up, fuck a nigga straight up + +Nigga you drunk + +[BRIDGE] +I keep them rugers poppin' +I had Coogi poppin' +I went to jail +What happened? +Now that Coogi floppin' (It's over) +They blame me for some bodies +I think they curious +We never beefed +Don't know what happened to him +Period (Fuck that shit) +I'm not a lyricist (Nah) +I'm a story teller +Done smoked a lot of trees +But I cook coke better +Ima trendsetter +Had tha world ridin' Chargers +Had tha thugs clutchin' 40's +Made some scary niggas heart less +[VERSE 1] +You probably heard a lot of niggas tryna wet me up +You probably heard I'm pussy (Guess what) +They tryna set you up (Don't be no dummy) +You probably tried to take my swag +And run wit' it +But he ain't cut ya hair right +So you can't run wit' it (Ha Ha Ha) +They say I died like 20 times +But I'm still here +Question me for 20 crimes +But I never squealed +They say my past fucked up +I say you dissin' nigga +These niggas say I'm fuckin' all tha strippers +I say you messy nigga + +[HOOK] +What you know about me +What you heard about me +Is you sho' about me +Ain't no hoe about me + +What you know about me +What you know about me +What you heard about me +Is you sho' about me +Ain't no hoe about me +[VERSE 2] +You probably read tha paper +You probably seen tha news +You probably guess yo answer (Guilty) +After you seen my goons +I light up tha room +Tha center of attention nigga +Ridin' 'round gettin' it nigga +Please don't get me twisted nigga +Tell me tha truth +What you heard about my history nigga +Heard 'bout what I did to niggas +Stop it +I'm not guilty nigga +Don't believe ya ears (4real) +Don't underestimate tha kid +Was a gangsta on tha street +Was a gangsta in tha pen +They say I love them strippers +Cause I fuck them strippers +Thug swag +That's what get 'em +I let you bustas tip 'em +Tha paper call me Gotti +But not tha one from Memphis +They call me John Gotti +But they wouldn't show about it +You heard my shows be wildin' +People be straight yellin' +"I ain't goin' to Boosie shows, cuz they gon' start shootin'" +I never ran from a fight +Always been tha leader +Been a Bad Azz +Better ask my fuckin' teachers +They gon' tell ya +[HOOK] +What you know about me +What you heard about me +Is you sho' about me +Ain't no hoe about me + +What you know about me +What you know about me +What you heard about me +Is you sho' about me +Ain't no hoe about meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pop It On MeUh +Uh uh +It don't stop, pop it on me girl shit +Drop it on me girl +Look what what look + +You see me G'd up, so won't you come and bounce on these nuts? +Plus I gotta extra hundred fifty if you wanna fuck +That eye contact got me thinkin' bout yo panties and shit +I slide them back and us two juvies gon' get managed and shit +And I can tell ever since I saw you last week +Girl if you want it, all you gotta do is ask me +Boy you know I'm livin' large, kevin betta tell 'em +We go anywhere you want cause lil boosie got that chedder +You might be with that jack shit so I keep my chrome +Makin me wait too long like you don't know I'm on shit +But it ain't gonna work like that +Why you twerk like that +Bouncin' on it, won't you gon' make it hurt like that +All that teasin' me lil mama, you don't have to do +And I could have your girl easily, but I'd rather you +So stop that poppin' cause you makin my nerves bad +And bring ya girl, I'll bring my partners +We gon' serve that +Ya heard that? +Chorus: +Now pop it on me girl +Drop it on me girl +If you ain't bout flippin' nuttin', then stop it girl +You need a thug in ya life cause a square ain't shit +And if ya girls just alike, let us have your click +[X2 but switch pop and drop] + +Max + +Uh if it's on it's on, lets get it crackin +We drankin da bar, ma thug got them hoes actin +I tell ya the truth +And tell ya sista we been scopin her too +Cuz she think we can't turn her out, but baby that's what we do +I know a lot of young niggas out chea trickin their worm +Buyin' reason at the beauty shop payin' for perms +But Minelli ain't da one, and these ho's gonna learn +She tried to slide me her number but I wasn't concerned +Ma nigga boosie got em poppin in the VIP +[Boosie: SHE WANNA HOLLA AT CHA MAN! ] +I need to see a I.D +She straight +She got excited when I let her hit the chronic +And I put her on the large ocean water at the sonic +Now she tootin' it up +WHAT? +She makin' it clown +Can a nigga get some to go? +It's goin' down like that +I got lil mama shakin somethin to the slap +Bandanas round' her waste while I hit it from the back +Now pop it on me girl +Drop it on me girl +If you ain't bout flippin' nuttin', then stop it girl +You need a thug in ya life cause a square ain't shit +And if ya girls just alike, let us have your click +[X2] + +Boosie: +Say max, I need to know if she's ready +She poppin' like she 'bout it if she 'bout it, it'll tell it +Kirby I told you man she was lookin at me strange +Say she been knew me cause I been beefin' with her man +Look +If you ain't a 8 9 or 10 u can't be on my squad +I ain't sayin I'm all that, but my paper too large +I told you +You need a thug cause a square can't run it right +Might be your last time you see me so you best come tonight +If you don't, your friend will +From 10 til +Me and my click gon' toss her over like a windmill +And max minelli got the room I'm too young to buy +All that peepin through the blinds +Won't you come inside +Folk down for life, go clown for life +If you jump up in my ride it's goin' down tonight +And for you niggas man I see you boys hatin' on me +And Boosie out this bitch with ya ol' lady on me +Now pop it on me girl +Drop it on me girl +If you ain't bout flippin' nuttin', then stop it girl +You need a thug in ya life cause a square ain't shit +And if ya girls just alike, let us have your click +[X2 but switch pop and drop] + +Now drop it on me girl +Pop it on me girl +If you ain't about flippin' nothin', then stop it girl +What? +My nigga max and this bitch with me layin' it down, got lil' kevin +Ya heard me? +Cody +All wall niggas ya heard me? +Layin it down [deCkY boi! ] +Big pimpin ya heard me? +Drop it on me bitch +Wha... whaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Off the Chain[Intro] +Shit +I’m off the chain thug, like I’m gettin’ that bag +Ain’t no nigga gon’ take it from me +Shid, we don’ play that where I’m from crawl that check +We off the chain like a muhfucka (like a muhfucka) +Fo real though (real though ) +GMB, GMB, GMB +I’ll be yo worst muhfuckin’ nightmare, pussy +GMB + +[Verse 1] +I’m runnin’ them things like [?] +Stretchin’ on yo bitch ass +But I come with a ski mask +Clicks firm within ya’ll weak ass +No you can’t get no G pass +This purpose ain’t on my bad +This murder shit from my tread +No different from Chiraq +Say you gangsta, I don’t buy that +I can smell where you hidin’ +Six murders and two attempts +You toppin’ attempts, bitch you lyin’ +Go to war with any creature bitch +You fuckin’ with a lion +Paper chaser, talkin’ +Roll you with this choppa +Sir you good? +I’ll be your waiter nigga +[Hook] +I’m off the chain +I’m off the chain +I’m crawlin’ man +I’m crawlin’ man +Ain’t with all that talkin’ man +Cause I’m off the chain (I’m off the chain) +I’m off the chain +I’m off the chain +I’ve been hearin’ things +I’ve been seein’ things +Damn crazy man (shit) +I can get crazy man + +[Verse 2] +You fuckin’ with death (you fuckin’ with death) +I’m bad for your health (I’m bad for your health) +Yo’ ass’ll get swell (ass’ll get swell) +Make it bad on yourself +I’m none of these rappers +I don’t want rap +I don’t want beef +I just want peace +I jus’ wan’ live (I jus wan’ live) +You jus’ wan’ hate +Stay in your place +You will get killed +This shit is real +Better min’ yo bidniz lil’ bitch (I’m tellin’ you) +Fo’ you come up missin’ lil’ bitch (I’m tellin’ you) +Fuck on my chain lil’ daddy (lil’ daddy) +Guess I like sinners lil’ bitch (you gon’ die for ‘em) +My role model was niggas who sold out the cold bottle +Niggas who made all the hoes holla +Put all gold on they Impala +And it was off the chain +[Hook] +I’m off the chain +I’m off the chain +I’m crawlin’ man +I’m crawlin’ man +Ain’t with all that talkin’ man +Cause I’m off the chain (I’m off the chain) +I’m off the chain +I’m off the chain +I’ve been hearin’ things +I’ve been seein’ things +Damn crazy man (shit) +I can get crazy man + +[Verse 3] +I’m outside with that chopstick (yeah) +Bitch shootin’ chords and jus’ stop shit (whoo) +I’m sightin’ black, you can’t see me +Blow the house up like a BP +Every track on my CD (aye) +Nigga makin’ raps on my CD (yeah) +Hey boy you ain’t heard about Boosi Boo +Don’t be talkin’ bout hatchin’ no CD +Call city boy Al Jeevy (yeah) +Tell him pass the pregnon two two three +No the pussy ass niggas don’ wanna do me (nah) +Cause ain’ nobody roun’ here tryna shoot me +Stop both ya’ll niggas that’s a two piece (that’s a two piece) +I hope you niggas got gun witcho’ +I see you got a couple little bad bitches +But i hope you niggas got rods with you +This silver thing it’s a squad nigga (Whoo!) +I’ll summer ride yo’ little bitch ass +Put a hunnid thirty on that boy head (no) +Got side bricks on yo’ bitch ass +Niggas gon’ get dead real fast (uh huh) +Boss man pay in all blue +Got a little nigga who will air lift +For a half ounce o’ that dog food +And he off the chain +[Hook] +I’m off the chain +I’m off the chain +I’m crawlin’ man +I’m crawlin’ man +Ain’t with all that talkin’ man +Cause I’m off the chain (I’m off the chain) +I’m off the chain +I’m off the chain +I’ve been hearin’ things +I’ve been seein’ things +Damn crazy man (shit) +I can get crazy man +I’m off the chainEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Remember MeWhen I leave this motherfucker +Nigga better write a book about me +Ha haaaa +Boosie Bad Azz + +Hah Hah +Look Look + +Now when I'm gone +You gone remember me +For everything I said in songs +Everybody who I feed was hungry (Good Hearted) +For tha family, tha kids, tha homies +For all these niggas and bitches hatin' on me +So when I'm gone you gon remember me +From Baton Rouge, to Tenneessee, to Italy +To guarantee when I'm gone they gone remember +Da Coogi sweaters da fresh fade da sense of humor +Da heart of gold da bad side and all da rumors +Remember daddy love ya, that's to all my kids +Momma I gotta go fo you that's just the way it is +Guess da haters gone hate my kids +I can see it know +Tootie and his lil brother cold blooded +Might be 30 +Might be 50 +Might be 80 mane +Want my six figures, niggas a take me to my grave mane +Already know how I wanna go +But it ain't my time +Never thought I'd see a couple mill fo 25 +That's why I'm legendary +I'm rocking these shows +Every label I was wit +I carried the load +Remember my flow remember my voice +Remember everything I rap mane +I spoke from the heart +Chorus + +So when I'm gone they gone remember me +For everything I said in songs +Everybody who I feed was hungry +For tha family, tha kids, tha homies +For all these niggas and bitches hatin' on me +But When I'm gone they gone remember me +For what, for stay being G'd up +For lifting up people +For my diabetes +For keeping it real when all my niggas went commercial +Thank you in, when you smell purple +So when I'm gone they gone remember me + +Check this out +If a pussy nigga starch me out +Do you know how many niggas +Running up in yo house +Killing mamas killing babies I can see it know +Niggas can't even smoke purple +All they know is murder +Remember my struggle +Remember how long it took to bubble +Hugged my sister and my brother +Same for my mother +Every penny that or more +Make sure my kids straight +Tell 'em stories keep smiles on my kids face +Cause I'm gone be in my own section like Pac +But I speak ??? every time that I drop +Remember how I used to handle the rocks +And stop and pop +Remember me the mane man on the block +Let the hoes that used to know +From way before +Kiss me from my head to my toes fo sho +Remember my cars my shining pieces +My long fight wit diabetes +Mane +ChorusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Uncle Tone[Intro] +(Baby babbling) + +[Hook] +Hate you, bitch +Uncle Tone man nigga +Uncle Tone +Uncle Tone man nigga +Pussy motherfucker +Uncle Tone man nigga + +[Verse 1] +Thought he was above a brother +(Fuckin’ suffer) +Kiss the white man ass +You ain’t nuttin’ but a sucker +(Fucker) +Hate our race like a motherfucker +(Busted) +Talk like your face lookin’ whiter than a motherfucker +(Bitch) +You supposed to be a brother brother +(Brother) +When the white man pass +You stiffen up like a motherfucker +You a shame to a real brother +(Real brother) +Malcolm X’ll kick ya in the ass +If he saw ya walkin’, nigga +Dr. King’ll start prayin’ +If you start talkin’, nigga +Black Panther party call ya ass +A house nigga +What you gonna do next +Burn a cross, nigga? +You fuckin’ up the game +I know you bitch’s name +[Hook] +Uncle Tone man nigga +(Man nigga) +Uncle Tone man nigga +(Tone man nigga) +Uncle Tone +You know what you done +Uncle Tone man nigga +You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucker, Uncle Tone +(Motherfucker) +Uncle Tone man + +[Verse 2] +If you can’t beat ‘im out +Then he a fair play +(Program) +The way you think it move here +Real slave +No dude wanna be a cracker so badly +Thought he was in good +With a good family +Had a baby he neglected +Hair too nappy, tangled +Shoulda found your way +I see them bitches +They pitiful +(Pitiful) +Officer, you remember though +Callin’ me a nigga +Right in front of cracker +Let me know +You ain’t got a tap a nigga +In ya no more +Black, little ho +[Hook] +Uncle Tone man nigga +(Man nigga) +Uncle Tone man nigga +(Tone man nigga) +Uh, Uncle Tone +Bitch, you know what you need +Uncle Tone man nigga +You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfucker +Uncle Tone +(Uncle Tone) +Uncle Tone man nigga +(Tone man nigga) + +[Verse 3] +It’s that motherfuckin’ black man +Who turn into your worst enemy +When the white man come out +It’s that motherfucker +When the white man come around +He change the way he talk +That’s that motherfucker who +In jail, beat yo ass down +With them baton +To get promoted by the white man +Then when the white man fuck up +He set the black man up +And get him rolled out back +[Hook] +Uncle Tone man nigga +Good for ya nigga +Good for ya +Tone man nigga +In the prison system +They goin’ to work for us +Uncle Tone man nigga +They in the military +Uncle Tone man nigga +They in the school system +Uncle, Uncle Tone man niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dear Mama (Freestyle)I'm a do this one here for my momma + +[Verse 1: Boosie] +When I was young me and my mama rolled deep +Watchin daddy lose his mind to these muthafuckin streets +Running in rooms, scared to go home, living in dooms +Saying prayers looking at the moon +And you've always been a black queen momma +Cause ye'en never been no crackfiend momma +Look, and when my daddy fuckin life was over +I watched him cry for two hours on your mommas shoulder +This for them soldiers who was raised by they momma +Cause daddy was gone, she had it down for thanksgivin +Made her kids be strong, expelled from school +Not scared to go home shit 'cause my momma's fuckin cool +But when I started sellin dope she used to search for me +Ridin cryin, thinkin somebody they gon murder me +She put me out her house, cuz I was hurtin her heart +She askin God "Why are you doin this to my babyboy".? +She teachin kids, and she tryna teach a babygangsta +She cookin meals everynight, for dat I thank her +She used to send me to my relatives, cause it got to a point +Where momma she couldn't tell me shit, and I was missin my dad so bad +That I ain't listen to my momma, and that was all I had +Now I bless her everynight, cause I'm grown +Our love super strong, and she gotta hol' on +[Chorus: Boosie] +She sweet as sweet Sady +Momma! +Dats my baby +Momma! Momma! +U remember how daddy used to act +Act so crazy... +And I thank you for the Blessings you did + +[Verse 2: Boosie] +I used to always tell you momma, keep ya head up +Tears dropping from your eyes, I kno u fed up +Fresh outta work, to the kitchen tryna fix a plate +Before work she in the mirror, tryna fix her face +Noone could ever take her place cause u my one and only +You my nigga, and forreal you my closest homie +She used to iron my clothes, everytime I go to school +Wiping the cold out my eyes, that's my baby boo +She gotta heart made outta gold, like she God angel +She go to church every Sunday, and say "God Thank Ya" +And when my daddy used to hit me, she would holla "stop" +Got to the point, where she would threaten to even call the cops +She used to be like "why are you hittin him and you smokin rocks"? +I used to be like ooh I wish I had a 40 Glock +But daddy wasn't always mean forreal +When he was sober he a soldier on da battle field +And my brother stayed quiet he ain't talk at all +Me n Taquari tryna lock my daddy out da house +Do u remember playin bingo when times was hard +Yeah I remember fightin nyja and teasin shard +Remember momma put me on a plane at 9 or 10 +She try to get me out dis hell dat I was livin in +Remember momma on her knees cause her baby wildin +Now when she see dat rose gold, my baby smilin +[Chorus: Boosie] +She sweet as sweet Sady +Momma! +Dats my baby... +Momma! Momma! +U remember how daddy used to act +Act so crazy +And I thank you for the Blessings you did. [x2] + + +I did that for my momma cause she sweet as sweet Sady +(I love u Momma) + + +Missin a lesson plan +It's time to go stay n da room cause daddy comin with dat mess again + +Momma I did that for u.and yo momma +And her momma.and momma Jessy my great great grandmom 'n' my momma + +She sweet as sweet SadyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Empire[Intro: Boosie Badazz] + +Empire, help me stack up my riches +Empire, protect me thru the treches +Listen, think big and we can all make it +Protect the boss, cause if I leave right now we all naked +Empire, our talent right now is proven +Empire, can't be on that Batron Rouge shit + +[Verse 1: Boose Badazz] + +We ball exclusive, bags of gold shit, me and my dawg Juicy +Whole lable lethal, real people love our music +Empire, get off your ass if you wanna see a bag +I'm on my dick, kick rocks if you can't bring a bag +Bid farwell to prison, now it's business and wealth +Eatings my vision, money is health +Bigger than ever, rich forever, I got real estate +Business move, finess'n dudes, track life, poker face +I'm the one man show, we straight, we jet ride +I'd like to welcome the whole world to my fuckin' empire + +[Verse 2: Lee Banks] + +Let's get it +No more hell, no more jail +No more catching sales +No more bags on the pistol just to catch the shells +Told my mama no more stressing when we check the mail +I got us, put that on me, just pray I never fail +I told em' bout them niggas, they won't listen +Now they looking at the pictures on the Insta +Tryna figure how we living +Came from a shack with them cracks in the ceiling +Taking losses everything 3 months nigga, now I'm winning +Crowd on the beach, chain swing and they listen +No more rainy days over here, everyday Christmas +Ballin' like them boys up on 95 nigga +If Badazz Jordan, then I gotta be Pippen (Pussy) +[Verse 3: Juicy Badazz] + +Empire, bitch I'm Nicki of the clique +Dropping hit after hit, all these niggas wanna hit +Im focused on the bag, too legit to quit +Go and get some money nigga, get up off your dick +Empire, who ya love Sissa Maya +Hot girl, wipe me down cause I got that fire AK +A hundred rounds if you wanna try and make that +It's goin' down, fuck with this empire + +[Verse 4: Quick] + +Empire, when I spit it, I set the booth on fire +Can't deny, cause I'm comin' with it a million miles +I keep the fire, I set it off +Applyin pressure, no letting off +That ENT, we taking off +Thanks to the boss, we run the south +Everything's real shit comin' out my mouth +We speak the truth, it never fail +We stacking mail, saying fuck jail +If you ain't built like us, then tuck your tail +We all dawgs, we don't buck at all +When it's time to kill, we bite shit +Mike Tyson, nothin' icy +I know you heard bout them indictments, bitch +[Verse 5: OG Dre] + +We them niggas that make lips quiver +Fixin' to shake the game, better grip something +Imma be off the leash in a room full of actors +I'll emcee box a nigga quick +Think that I'm gonna make her rich +She get nothing but conversation and dick +She gotta split in a minute +I gotta get back to the studio making these hits +Nigga, I am It boy, in a clown mask +Ready for whatever with my empire +These days, I see more back, I see more back +But the K's are coming +I'm a boss nigga, but I might send ya four +Nigga, posted up with my hands folded +Nigga, run up on me and see the crossroads +You are not a thug, turn you dust and bones1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Angels All Over Me*BOOSIE TALKING* + +Grandma always said I was protected +Touched by an angel +For real though +Angels all over me (repeated) + +[VERSE 1] +Cancer couldn't kill me +Bullets missed at close range +Prosecutors couldn't get me +They was tellin' hoes name +Fake friends couldn't profit +And they was playin' cold games +Magazines doubted my freedom +Now they lookin' so shame +I was protected +Even when they tried to wet me +Wit' cold rain +FEDS missing me by minutes +When I was sellin' whole thangs +I felt strange +Friends comin' up missin' +While I'm in prison +Stayed strong and carried on +When most rappers, they tried to diss me +Now I get it +I was protected by a power that I really needed +How could I win +Wit' all this sin I was breathing +Somebody had me +Somebody wanted my kids wit' they Daddy +I ain't lying +Somebody ain't want Ty & Ivi crying +I had +[Chorus] Repeat 2x +Angels all over me +Thuggin' and lovin' tha streets +Truckin' and clutchin' tha heat +I'm bussin' +They bussin' at me +Angels all over me +Sick as a dog, and I'm hurtin' +Paranoid smokin' tha purp +On trial, and I'm fighting a murder +Angels all over me + +[VERSE 2] +40 Glocks bussin' at me huh +Chopper bullets tryna catch me huh +GOD tellin' me to use a rubber +Even though she sexy huh +Followed my first conscious +Stayed home +Don't hit tha club tonight +Cuz ain't no love tonight +Damn +They killed my thug tonight +Was dark and I couldn't see the light +Still I made it out tha tunnel +Somebody gave me faith before I would blow +But I ain't know +A lot of times tears flooded my eyes +But they ain't drop +A lot of times I wanted to quit all this shit +But I ain't stop +It was a angel on a gangsta +Cuz a gangsta was lost +Keep my pistol +My frame of mind +Even when a gangsta got caught +He was my bullet proof vest +When I took them niggas to war +[Chorus] Repeat 2x +Angels all over me +Thuggin' and lovin' tha streets +Truckin' and clutchin' tha heat +I'm bussin' +They bussin' at me +Angels all over me +Sick as a dog, and I'm hurtin' +Paranoid smokin' tha purp +On trial, and I'm fighting a murder +Angels all over me + +BOOSIE talking til the endEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Iron ChestIron chest charlie +Iron chest charlie +Iron chest charlie +(who this nigga think he is) + +Verse 1:BOOSIE +O you Iron chest charlie +Well Ion give a f*** +When Im coming Im coming +And nigga Imma hit you up +Get retarded with that 40 when my head gon +I call my 7th ward hard heads +Who spit s*** on payron +Put a hula-hoop around your heart +They like the dark +When the word get sick +The tools get sparked +Had heart when I was lil +Evil all up inside me +So I born to jack a nigga +Now Im gon jack somebody +Wack somebody you don't give it up +Me and my nigga partna head bussa we dont give a f*** +Put it in his mouth nigga +Cut em down +And bring him to the south nigga +Tie em up +Where is at +Lets go get dem 100 stacks +Its gangster +Niggas hurtin they coming get you +You dont deserve it anyway +You ain't from dat dirty anyway +Murder case murder case drug related +He don't want to give it up +He must don't love his baby +Chrous: +These niggas gon respect these pistols +Whatchu iron chest charlie +If you think you ride or bout it +(who dat nigga think he is) +Iron chest charlie +(man that nigga trippin) +Iron chest charlie + +These niggas gon respect these pistols +Whatchu iron chest charlie +If you think you ride or bout it +(who he think he is) +Iron chest charlie +(who the fuck trippin) +Iron chest charlie + +Verse 2: SHELLS +Whatchu +Think you a beast cause you smoke weed and tote heat +Well here I go like mystikal +I heard you was looking for me (here I go) +Its beast mode from the bottom to the 3 +From the southside to the eastside +Put some paper on your feet +I heard lil daddy got a chest full of beef +Give me dat chopper with dat knife and watch a trill nigga eat +I can't let a nigga get me in these streetz +Before I do i leave ya body looking like red meat nigga +Think its a game till them thangs rang +Cause it go BANG BANG +Till your muthaf***ing brains hang +O you iron chest charlie ion give a f*** +So have ya nuts tucked +Or get bust up +I got a itchy trigga finga for the gun play +Phat tellem how we do it (the dumb way) +You gon respect these trigga on the real +O you iron chest charlie +Well hit em in his grill nigga +Chrous: +These niggas gon respect these pistols +Whatchu iron chest charlie +If you think you ride or bout it +(who dat nigga think he is) +Iron chest charlie +(man that nigga trippin) +Iron chest charlie + +These niggas gon respect these pistols +Whatchu iron chest charlie +If you think you ride or bout it +(who he think he is) +Iron chest charlie +(who the fuck trippin) +Iron chest charlie + +Verse 3: Lil Phat +I told you on dem shoes that Lil phat really bout gun play +I rep my U's 2 by 2 Im da dumb way +16, 17 nigga dats uptown +West coast across the track nigga datz 4 down +Bitch you ain't stupid +You know I keep my tooly +Get the hollerin like boosie +With this muthaf***in uzi +Say god damn won't see me with a f***in mil +So I guess Imma whip you out +And show charlie s*** trill +Behind my chain i'll shoot your fuckin face in +And rub ya fuckin back in +With this fuckin mac 10 +Kick this door in +And came out with 10 ?? +Pissed on it +And spit on it +Now this gone to my bentley ?? +I'll take ya momma ya chern and ya bitch too +I get somebody if i can't get you +Imma animal +I like to split to +I get somebody if i can't split youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mop Wit It[Verse 1: MO3] +Got it on lock, real nigga made it to the top +Why they wanna change on me? +Looking like a lick +Watch cost a buck, damn brick +All these goddamn chains on me +Don't make no sense, real street nigga made it out +Got-got a lot of change on me +Ain’t worried bout a opp +I can get him hit right now with the goddamn thing on me + +[Chorus: MO3 & Boosie Badazz] +When I mop wit it, mop wit it +F&N imma keep the Glock with me +I'm talking bout a stick in a house wit it +Whole lotta money on the couch wit it +Mop wit it mop wit it +Count a lot of dough i'm at the top nigga +Underlay underlay I keep a k +Fuck around get your ass mopped nigga + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Southside mop wit it (mop wit it), mop wit it (mop wit it) +Everybody out here got a Glock wit me +Everybody got it in their hand, everybody ready to mob +A nigga mama, whole house wit me +Southside mop wit it, mop wit it +Shining cold on these niggas like a icicle +I turn your minivan nigga to a bicycle +Moral to the story, i just mopped that bitch ass nigga +Imma mop a nigga up fore’ a nigga mop me +Hope they love me like Cole when a nigga stop me +Cop killers in this bitch this a mop machine +M16 its a mop machine +Lil bitch we on top +I fall asleep counting up the money +It's too much I can't fit it in the vault +I don't even wanna answer the phone +I'm like 'leave me alone' +'Cause I’m shittin’ on these niggas right now +South south side mop wit it (thug life) mop wit it (thug life) +Thuggin' lil nigga gon’ pop wit me +If he getting a little money go get more money +You gon' be like me in the drop nigga +Hot boy hot wit it (Boosie Badazz) i'm hot wit it (hot wit it) +I'm up now nigga talking sky limit +The question is dawg when he gone’ fall off +I ain't falling off till I get mopped nigga, it's on lock +[Chorus: MO3 & Boosie Badazz] +Got it on lock, real nigga made it to the top +Why they wanna change on me? +Looking like a lick +Watch cost a buck, damn brick +All these goddamn chains on me +Don't make no sense real street nigga made it out +Got a lot of change on me +I ain't worried bout a opp +I can get him hit right now with the goddamn thing on me +When i mop wit it, mop wit it +F&N on me keep the Glock with me +I'm talkin' bout a stick in the house wit it +Whole lotta money on the couch wit it +Mop wit it, mop wit it +Count a lot of dough i'm at the top nigga +(Yeah) underlay underlay i keep a k +Fuck around get your ass mopped nigga + +[Verse 3: MO3] +Look, look mop wit it, mop wit, mop wit it, mop wit it +North Dallas nigga movin' rocks wit it (for real yeah) +Forest Lane bitch i brought the block wit me +Stolen crook shit 30 bands and a Glock nigga, stop nigga +Mop wit em +Hundred round drum on the chop nigga, you'll get got nigga +Chop a nigga block up, put a opp in a box nigga +Got a lot of guap, this batch jumpin' out the pot nigga, my nigga +My niggas, ride wit em +40 and be thuggin' outside wit it +In a party i be shining like a light switch +All these chains got me lookin' like a light nigga +I'ma make em lean wit it, rock wit it +'Cause i'm hot right now get the ice nigga, woo +Northside niggas gon' mop wit it +Southside niggas do the mop nigga, mop wit it + +[Chorus: MO3 & Boosie Badazz] +Got it on lock, real nigga made it to the top +Why they wanna change on me? +Looking like a lick +Watch cost a buck, damn brick +All these goddamn chains on me +Don't make no sense real street nigga made it out +Got a lot of change on me +I ain't worried bout a opp +I can get him hit right now with the goddamn thing on me +When I mop wit it, mop wit it +F&N on me keep the Glock with me +I'm talkin' bout a stick in the house wit it +Whole lotta money on the couch wit it +Mop wit it, mop wit it +Count a lot of dough i'm at the top nigga +Underlay underlay I keep a k +Fuck around get your ass mopped nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Never Left You AloneBoosie Badazz + +[VERSE 1: BOOSIE BADAZZ] +Never left you, never left you +Never lead you wrong +When you needed me +My music helped you and made you strong +Always told you I would blow too +Always kept it real on tha pro tools +When niggas ain't got no friends (put on that Boosie) +I'm tha nigga who they go to +Preach it brother Hatch, I do +Real music en flourished +Doctor couldn't help her +My music got her through surgery +(Now that's deep) +You ain't on a nigga yet, then you sleep +Or you just hatin' +Music played when I was gone +Like I wasn't incarcerated +I'm that muthafucka (Badazz) +A legend who always gave his best to you +Tell it like it is muthafucka keep it real +When they tell it like it is I'm tha best to do it +Bankroll, I got a check for you +When yo nigga died +I was tellin' you bout my nigga "I" +Remember, I was there for you +When you needed that real music + +[HOOK] +I never left you alone [REPEATED] + +AD LIBS + +I was there for you +I was there for you + +[VERSE 2 : HURRICANE CHRIS] +When you needed somewhere to stay 'cause tha people got too hot on yo block and u had a warrant, I held you down +Where tha fuck did tha love go +Let's be short and simple, like a snub nose +Thru tha thick and thin +I was there nigga +And I spoke on it, 'cause I care nigga +When them shots rang and that smoke cleared +I was still standing like +I'm tryna focus on livin' my life +Fuck all this negative shit +Bitch my earlobes are rocky +My neck full of ice +I'm bout to put dick in yo bitch +Out and sell you a bird, but I know we ain't right +Them niggas be snitchin' and shit +44 desert eagle and knock all tha back out yo back when I empty tha clip +Bitch I been on my shit +[BOOSIE] +When you needed that real music + +[HOOK] +I never left you alone [REPEATED] + +AD LIBS + +I was there for you +I was there for you + +[VERSE 2: BOOSIE BADAZZ] +When it was you, Mike, and D +Swisher Sweets and Ol E +When you first jumped off tha porch +Boy you was listenin' to me +Find a 50 then I'm pussy +Was a vision showin' niggas +No pre-nup, he ain't listen +100 mil I told niggas +When you felt like everybody betrayed you +I had a song for ya +Single mothers, when they [?] +I had a song for ya +Mama always workin' +His daddy he never see +So from 13 to 23, he had me +I never left him +Made tha never special +Feel very special +I was there +Told you everything I been through and mo' +'Cause I care +Like tha loud, you ever need a real nigga +He on call +He say he love me +'Cause I never let him down +Boosie Badazz + +When you needed that real music + +[HOOK] +I never left you alone [REPEATED] + +AD LIBSEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Found Love N U[Intro] +Say thug +It’s finna be the summer +Them kids gon be all running through here +Everywhere we gon be going to 6-flags +Everywhere man +I ain’t go lie I love the mother fucking kids bruh +I’ma send this out to ma babies +You are my little angel, angel (angel, angel) +For real though +I found love n u +You are my little angel, angel (angel, angel) +I love ma little angel angel +I love ma little gangster + +[Verse 1] +I send this to ma kids at home +Waiting on daddy to come home +First off I wanna say sorry I was gone so long +Your cards on birthdays made my cry but strong +Every year ma four girls send me valentines love +Rae rae grow this love it grow bigger +MJ came up ma twin lil cold nigga +Every time [?] see me he had to kiss me +[?] couldn’t hold her temper when they diss me +This is real love +Toryanna and lyric b gave the world to me +They even tried to pick the world for me +They sent me love on my birthday +You gotta feel me I be on the cry for hours +When they said not guilty +[Hook] +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +You’re my little angel angel +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +You’re my little gangster gangster + +[Verse 2] +When I’m feeling down they know it +They come and hug me +When I’m feeling down they show it +They say they love me +Facetime me in the morning I pray with them at night +Saturday night we watch movies +Clowning acting stupid +And boy I miss them when I’m on that road +So most time they with me when I’m on that road +Cancer up in ma kidney +All my kids stay close +They love me to death +Mommas can tell em what they want +That’s why I keep it real with my daughters +I let em know, no man is go love you like your father +I tell my sons +Fuck a friend you ain’t need em +They say I know daddy +Cause you my best friend +I’m fucking right son +[Hook] +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +You’re my little angel angel +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +You’re my little gangster gangster + +[Outro] +I send this to ma kids at home +Waiting on daddy to come home +I’ll be home in a minute +I send this to ma kids at home +Waiting on daddy to come home +I’ll be home in a minute +I do it for you , yeah +I do everything for you +So your childhood won’t be like my childhood +That is love +That is love +That is love +That is loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thugged Out[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +Niggas,.If you thugged out nigga. put your mother fuckin hoods in the air +Boosie bad ass, foxx nigga + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Foxx-a-million] +How you livin...im thugged out +How you livin...im thugged out +How you livin...im thugged out +How you livin...im thugged out +All day...everyday +All day...everyday +All day...everyday +All day...Im thugged out +How you livin...im thugged out +How you livin...im thugged out +How you livin...im thugged out +How you livin...im thugged out +All day...everyday +All day...everyday +All day...everyday +All day...Im thugged out + +[Verse 1: Foxx-a-million] +I wake up in the morning in my gangster as bed +Brush my gangster ass teeth +Brush my gangster ass head +Call my gangster ass bitch +Get some gangster ass head +Put my gangster ass dick between her gangster ass legs +Im a G.A.N.G-STA +You already know +Been thuggin since i left Hurricane Long in 84 +I know nigga bout that murda, murda +Bustin that ozi, ant gone let me live, they been paid they gotta do it +On that fluid im ridiculous +Retarded +Illiturate +Im throwed off +Ant got it all +My friends become my enemies +I use to be on medication but that ant no remedy +Two guns black on semedy +I talk you hear Jimeney +That mean crickets +The hood listen when i talk +And when i talk, the hood listen +Feel what im spittin? +My daddy daddy thugged hard +So what you think gone be the future for my little boys? +Glocks +No body gaurds +[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Foxx-a-million] + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Mane, im thuggin all day everyday +All my hoes fade away +All my niggas toatin Ks +Smokin on that purple haze +Same click since ??? +Stompin in my levis +Grind hard, shine hard, look at me you see why +Im so fly, my 45 knock buttons off your shirt +Grab money all day, i ant fuckin wit that work +I like big money +Small money +My money +Yo money +Short money +Tall money +From now on just call me MONEY! +Im on the grind you should see this shit +They in a single file line tryin to eat my dick +We thug monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday +Weekends im gone every show i bump 30 +So twirk,. shake it for the camera +Pistol with the hammer same shape as lousianna +I grab ya up in broad day nigga +Fuck what cha say nigga +Its kill or be killed round my way nigga +[Hook: Boosie Badazz & Foxx-a-million]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In My Pocket[Verse 1: Pimp C] +Now let me tell you punk ass bitches bout a Pimp named C +I ain't paying for the pussy, and my dick ain't free +If you wanna ride Benz, and sit on the leather +Then you gon have to get some chips and get your paper together +Bitches in the club and they poppin that thang +Take it off, bitch bend over, let it hang +They showing off the pussy, cause they know I'm rich +Hoe asking for some money, it's in pockets lil bitch + +[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo] +Where Dem Dollas At? +In my pocket lil bitch +X4 + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +I know you looking for them dollars, but you better keep on lookin +Cause I ain't giving no bread if you ain't giving no pussy +Got a pocket full of dollars, I'm flashing for you haters +Got a golden chroam Impala with some 20 inch [?] +Want my dick sucked, my clique sucked, I want the whole wap +I been local for a minute, but I'm strolling to the top +And if you a bad bitch, you can get some cash quick +But if you not, you might as well let me beat it up till it fart + +[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo] +Where Dem Dollas At? +In my pocket lil bitch +X4 +[Verse 3: Bun B] +Keep away from my [?] +That is real [?] +Bun b still cold, jumpin in Trill Mode +[?] wanna meditate +[?] like we hesitate +I'm talkin bout 0's, you tryna talk up a better rate +We don't go for none of that, none of that, [?] +[?] the running back +[?] running [?] +[?] stacking paper on the block [?] +[?] I got the change, but bitch it's staying in my pocket + +[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo] +Where Dem Dollas At? +In my pocket lil bitch +X4 + +[Verse 4: Boosie Badazz] +I see you looking for them dollars, cause you see my gold chains +I be fuckin supermodels, so I know you hoes game +And niggas they be hatin since I got some money +Is that yourself owning your piocket fuck no that's them hundreds +[?] go to clubs with my thugs, we be actin +I got 2 slugs [? ] the rest in platinum +And now I'm down in Texas, with Pimp C i'm stacking green +If you want some bread bitch, you best be in a magazine +I'ts in my fuckin pockets, nigga +[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo] +Where Dem Dollas At? +In my pocket lil bitch +X8 + +[Verse 5: Webbie] +Bitch i got diamonds and gold, and i ain't lovin these hoes +I got a 2000 cadillac with swangers and fours +We got the chronic we need so man let's pour up [?] +We picking up 20 thousand bitch where we come for the show +Blowing big ass swishers so nigga fuck out the most +I like the bitch getting freaky and suck my dick on the floor +You bitch say that you body high, i ain't beliving that shit +You wanna know where my dollars at, i'm my pocket lill bitch + +[Chorus: Pimp C & gangsta Boo] +Where Dem Dollas At? +In my pocket lil bitch +X18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wanna B Heard[VERSE 1: BOOSIE BADAZZ] +2 hits of tha weed as they clutch Glocks +Hennessy up in me at tha bus stop +See tha cops hit tha curb +We would buss out +My lil' nigga shootin' guns, he a thug now +We done lost a real nigga so it's blood clot +Slang that bitch like Ox if I got to +I ain't pussy, I'll prove it to you one thang +Want a body so you know I'm shootin' point blank +That's gon' make him think twice 'fo he try me +Is this any way to think for somebody +I'm bodied, you bodied +I shoot it too +Where I'm from, they don't give tha youth nuthin' to do + +[HOOK] +Thuggin' on tha block +Poppin' shots +GOD forgive 'em +They just wanna b heard +They just wanna b heard + +Thuggin' on tha block +Poppin' shots +They ain't crazy +They just wanna b heard +They just wanna b heard +[VERSE 2: SLIM THUG] +Lord forgive these young hustlers out here drug dealing +They just tired of being broke +Tryna see a million +Pack a pistol +But ain't tryna do no killin' +But these other niggas starvin' and they like stealin' +Can't have no feelings in ya DNA +They'll call ya soft +When ya soft, everythang you got come up lost +They feelin' like tha streets tha only way out +Minimum wage ain't enough when them J's out +They just tryna b heard +Pull up clean, piece and chain +Rollie, sippin' syrup +Ghetto dreams tired of chasin' round fiends +Tryna show up like a boss +And put on fa tha team +Thugga + +[HOOK] +Thuggin' on tha block +Poppin' shots +GOD forgive 'em +They just wanna b heard +They just wanna b heard +Thuggin' on tha block +Poppin' shots +They ain't crazy +They just wanna b heard +They just wanna b heard + +[VERSE 2: BOOSIE BADAZZ] +If we don't tell 'em not a word +If we don't tell 'em bout Screw +They gon' sip syrup +Teenager when she touched tha block +They ain't pay her no attention so she fucked tha block +She just wanted to b heard +Ain't like to crush a lot +Caught a disease in tha end cause she fucked a lot +I could have told her Hi +But I told her Bye (straight up) +Told her I was coming back but told a lie +Saw Glen had sumin' on his mind +I shoulda asked him what's wrong +Probably woulda told me before he blasted his dome +Saw Titus paint every thang red bitch see me +My dawg up tha road but a nigga still eatin' +He wanna b heard + +[HOOK] +Thuggin' on tha block +Poppin' shots +GOD forgive 'em +They just wanna b heard +They just wanna b heard +Thuggin' on tha block +Poppin' shots +They ain't crazy +They just wanna b heard +They just wanna b heardEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hard But SweetThe way we was raised +It was hard, ya know +But at tha same time +It was real sweet +That’s why +We call it the Jolly Rancher Days +Cuz it was sweet ya know +Wasn’t no time like ya childhood +Even though it was hard +That’s why I call ‘em Jolly Rancher Days +Hard but sweet + +[VERSE 1] +Tha way I was raised wasn’t nice at all +Stay at ya friend house +Next day you fightin’ ya dawg +Stealin’ pitbulls +Just to fight tha dog +Love hidin n go seek when tha lights was off +Trouble seemed to find us thug +One move out tha hood +It’s all good +Last words, keep in touch thug +This before we was fuckin’, kissin’, and touchin’ +Eggin’ people cars +Pissin’ in public +Stealin’ reflectors, puttin’ ‘em on my new Benz +And I ain’t talkin’ bout a car +I’m talkin’ bout a Schwinn +Bicycle +Crazy how you be grateful for havin’ so little +Hard but sweet +Remember Calvin used to let a nigga sit in his Jeep +In a daze, turnin’ his wheel +Like his shit for me +Sunday, at tha park +Everybody actin’ foolish +Uncles fucked up +Aunties poppin’ they coochie +Jolly Rancher Days +[HOOK] +Hard but sweet +That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days +Hard but sweet +That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days + +[VERSE 2] +Nigga knock on tha block almost everyday +First one go to sleep +Get tha toothpaste +A lot of stuff we did wasn’t real +Pickin’ on kids +Bein’ bullies for real +Learned early that it wasn’t no Santa Clause +Cuz Daddy tell us every Christmas +I got that for ya’ll +What he got wasn’t a lot +But it was all gravy +One kid got a Nintendo +We all played it +Couldn’t afford tha barbershop +So Bronson cut us +Cousin shot my cousin +Another struggle +But his comin’ home party was a muthafucka +So every dark day +We saw a brighter day comin’ +Mama would say +Boy you bet not ask me for no money +Then turn right around and grab us +And tickle our stomach +Steal my cousin clothes +Rock ‘em like they mine +3 size bigger but it’s still a shine +This is tha Jolly Rancher days +[HOOK] +Hard but sweet +That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days +Hard but sweet +That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days + +[VERSE 3] +Silk tank tops and silk boxers +Back then that was like real Versace +Hard but sweet +At first, gunshots would scare us +We would hit tha flo’ +Got used to ‘em +Now them gunshots would turn to jokes +Old people in my hood ain’t really have much +But dope dealers looked out for ‘em +So they wasn’t sayin’ nothin’ +But when tha dealers went to jail +It was a sad song +But it brought smiles +Seein’ tha next nigga jump on +Comin’ up I seen plenty they money long +Same niggas started hittin’ tha pipe +Now they money gone +Them was tha days +Water fights, clownin’ in tha projects +Get ya first piece of pussy +Tell everybody +Watchin’ my cousin sell crack +Gettin’ bankrolls +But they sellin’ it to our family members +Ain’t that cold +Sad when niggas hit tha pen +Leave they son and daughter +But nobody missed his comin’ home party +Hard but sweet +A lot of days it was hard to eat +But Auntie Margie would fill that void for me +We used to steal out tha stores +Sell candy at school +Go steal us some mo’ +Dollar Now Laters wasn’t much long as we wasn’t broke +Go to tha pool +Act a fool, know what I’m talkin’ bout +But this was LSU pool +So they always put us out +Winter time we still had fun +Crazy how 1 cover can keep 5 kids warm +Jolly Rancher days +BOOSIE TALKIN’ TIL THE ENDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +MemoriesToniqht, i'd like to qive ya'll some shit +I'll NEVER foe'qet. all my mutha'fuckinq memories, my hustle, my mutha'fuckinq struqqle niqqah' (my struqqleee) everythanqq. szo toniqht i'd like to qive ya'll.....yeahh' + +Chourus: +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet + +Verse 1: ( BOOSiE) +I'm from a family tree of hardheads, hot dicks && hot cats..yah' add that up && thats alot of babies && no rats +Biqq Hatch qot back budd Biqq Hatch a' dunn doalla'. one shout for Cam Rich my childhood role model. knii i'm cameron in the neiqhborhood, hurtinqq duh' qame meber mula' turkeyy wanqqs, yahh' first slab chanqe. Takinq a bath with yah' cousins.Everyday smellinq like outside.Save yah' last for a' ? +Smokinq blunts widd oh' mayne leaninq. Humpin' hoes at 10 not even shootinq cemin' this REAL SHiT +Lost my daddy at puberty, everybody on my bad side Flimada' i'm smokinq im duh' bad quy +Mama scared of daddy, daddy smokinq cabbaqe, i'm up in class actinq a ass. so i'm the baddest. Street sweepas' under my qrandma' house, niqqah's cumminq lookinq for dope && ready to set some shit off. NiGGAH".! + +Chourus: +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet + +Verse 2: +Hiqh school I dropped out +Went to code && copped out, fuckinq widd these trifalin ass hoes && qot bopped out, saw lil' Ivy laid out, streqhed on the curve mayne..PAY BACKS A MUTHA'FUCKA'...YEAHH' iTS'z A THUGG THANG.!! +7-45 and 20 i can't be faded, hoes qold on my neck when they thouqht my jewlery had faded. saw partna' brotha' laid out younqq as a bitch, i'm like " dayum niqqahs' thuqqinqq like this.?" ( REAL RETARTED ) +Mama wiped duh' cold out my eyes a plenty times, Bronson used to hear my lies wayy back in '95 +Memba' Richard stabbed Kelly, when Kelly kicked me in my ass.. When Reedyy && 'nem smashed.. +Remba' Jack was doinq bad..everybody smokinq..Cameron Richard kiddyy wanqq qame bust duhh hood open + +16 in a firebird.widd ah' biqq ol' slabb..yue remeber Black && Cope myy homiee in bad air Niqqah' +Chourus: +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet + +Verse 3 ( WEBBiE) +Mayne i remeber... mayne this shit was like yesterday.. +Shootinqq mutha'fucka's duh' thouqht of blowinqq myself away..hard times a bitch im tellinq you real shit. '97 i lost one real niqqah' i'm STiLL pissed +Imahh' thuqq this thanqq out im nevahh' qone chill shit. Say Boosie all duh' niqqah's det been threw it qone feel this. Niqqah' wannah' do it lets qet to it qet it ovahh' widd. dont thank cause im droppinq hits i won't pop ah' niqqah' riqht quick.. +Everydayy im takinqq risk yeahh' can't die this year. late, early ridinqq dirtier than Chamillionare.. +All my life i just wanted to be a millonare knii it just won't feel riqht till its a billonare. & +Every since i can remeber i been fuckinq these hoes... +Knii If she ain't a bad bitch she'en finnah' role.! +I went to school budd * SAVAGE LiFE * is all a niqqah' knoe' +So imah' alwayysz remeber to stick to the code.NiGGAH + +Chourus: +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qet +All my mutha'fuckinqq memories...Real shit I'll never foe'qet all my mutha'fuckinq memories...Real shit i'll Never foe'qetEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bank Roll (Part 2)(Verse 1) I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls, suzuki all gold,(whoo) fresh starch yo clothes had all da fine hoes..every time he took a picture he pulled out his bankroll i watched and observed niggas taught me how tah serve (word) turnt 16 i was at the corner curb..big knots in my dickie pants..had a plug on dat weed and had a plug on dat cain i'm off da chain mayne! trell came home i was on..everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone..lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch(m.o.b) i got dis caine mayne..and i got dis weed and syrup shit well lets get rich i got too many knots i couldn't put it in a box (DAMN!) 6 months really a nigga actin silly made a 150 when i put it in my mind i can make a million dollars if i grind, bankroll time! +Bankroll after bank roll big money i like it bank roll after bank roll a million +Dollars on my mine 100 gs at a time nigga +Im like a bitch with a bank roll take a nigga shoppin got her own shit take a nigga +Blockin you out chia poppin them pills fuckin them stank hoes +Keep it real you ain't really about your bank rolls satisfy a couple stacks now you +Straight and plus ya drug every day +Nigga now every day i spend a thousand cash +So everytime money calls i gotta bust my ass +Im on the grind bitch bank roll after bank roll +I ain't playin my nigga i got a mansion my nigga +Mel just hit me with a bank roll T +Just hit me with a bank roll but i call them back like i need more +So many kids to feed it ain't a game partner all of em eaten good ask my baby momma threw +All the drama imma shine imma grind and picture the booth with a big bank roll + +Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga + +Bank roll after bank roll a million 100s on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga + +Wattup mr bank roll shit im just chillin headed to ny city talkin about a nother million +Wuttup mr bank roll same thing stackin my paper till the game done change +Cause i love me a bank roll fuckin right cause with out it who am +Make the haters wanna cry drive by & homicides had your life cold niggas ain't killin for stripes +They want a bank roll you want thes hoe you want these clothes you wanna +Stay fly get your mind and your money right +Right now all my kids all of em got trust funds so when they grow up they can have +A little fun niggas on tv stuntin at me talkin gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me +When you see me can't miss me please dont diss me cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll nigga +Bank roll after bank roll a million dollas on my mind a 100 gs at a time nigga +Bank roll after bank roll a million dollas on my mind a 100 gs at a time niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hold Up(Feat. Webbie & Bun-B) + +(Lil webbie talkin) mic check + +(Bun b talkin) yea nigga yea nigga this 4 dem niggas who talkin bout they got it on there mind wanna get it off thurr chest act like dey got it in there heart dats dem same pussy azz niggas you gone see on dey back on dey muthafucka back sumwhurr on thurr azz sumwhurr up under dat dirt 6 ft we ain't playin like dat (neva) I'm wit dat on a youngster webbie handle dat man 4 trill + +(Lil webbie verse 1) +Now I grew up around triggaz +But it wasn't da triggaz +It waz niggas huggin da triggaz +Dat waz bussin da headz +Now I grew up around chickens +And it wasn't the chickens +It waz niggas flippin da chickens +Dat waz duckin da fed + +And I'll show up wit a choppa +And it won't be da choppa +It'll be me bussin da choppa +Dat havin runnin and scared +And I'll send you 2 da doctor +And da doctor can try +But don't blame da doctor +Cuz ur bitch azz dead ain't +Neva scare man +I been I chea +I'ma be out chea +C** out chea +You see me out chea hooked +Up wit bun b out chea +Now we tryna get pimp c out chea +Webbie man yall kno wats up +Young savage don't give a fuck +23's on every truck whurr me +And my niggas load up +Now I grew up around licks +But it wasn't da licks +It waz niggas hittin da licks +Dat waz makin da bread +I grew up around bitches +But it wasn't da bitches +It waz niggas pimpin da bitches +Da waz gettin ahead +[Chorus:] repeat 2x's +Now hold up hold up +Ruff and rugged we grew az soliders +Soliders tell me how you think +You gone control us trol us +I got big podnas wit choppas +And all we gotta do is load up + +[Verse 2:] +I'm tellin you now I don't play no +Games cuz I be on sum gangsta +Shit swag ur corner creep up +On ya and let it loose and stank you +Bitches but yall cowards azz +Gettin scared now ain't you bitches +See yall wanna be hoes so +Bend ova let me stank yall bitches +Perpertrating boy listen +Dem choppaz get da dumppin +And penetrating ya chest +And da way dey got me feelin +Ain't no sense 2 wear no vestz +I'm straight up blessin niggas +I ain't even askin questionz +Shit niggas 4 what +I don't believe in askin questions +I'm a nigga wit gutz +And befo I let a nigga play me +I'll joste 4 a buck +Close range wit a three eighty +Leave his azz leakin while +He shakin on da pavement +Beat him down like a white man +Doin slavery leave him cryin 4 hiz +Momma like a baby oh cushin azz +Nigga acttin like a bitch don't +Make me whop ur azz nigga +Get ur mind right oh +Pussy azz nigga +(Chorus 2x's) + +[Verse 3:] +You think this shit a game +Man you just wait tell I +C** ova thurr +You ain't really gotta change +You must az well kill urself +Unless ur body made of steal +I'm tellin you bring ur azz home +Aight now I den said B. Are. Headed +And get blazed on niggas +Wit mask on be on top of ya roof +You gone think dem bin ladean +People got da choppa 4 you +This shit is serious my life +Is dramakle if you want comedy +Stay inside and watch comicview +Don't get it started +Unless you really want this shit to +Get started cuz wen I get started +This shit gone get retarded +You heard me I grew up wit nuthang +But soliders and rayals +You heard me use ur common sense +Y you think dey call it da dirty dirty +A lot niggas get surve +A lot of niggas be survin +I like 2 see niggas duckin +Wen I be bootin and swervin +Cuz dey round hurr thuggin +Wen dey should be round hurr +Twerkin so 4rm here and on out +It ain't no fuckin mercy you bitch +(Chorus 2x's)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +8 MF’s Got LoadedGhetto Stories.. +Gramdma always told me, that shit easy to get in, but hard to get out + +[Hook] +8 motherfuckers got loaded +8 motherfuckers got dusted and disgusted huh +4 of them niggas couldn't control it +Couple niggas went too hard and flipped out +Now 2 of them niggas gone josin', gaaaaah daamn! (Why?) +Cuz 8 motherfuckers got loaded +8 motherfuckers got dusted and disgusted now + +[Verse 1 - Lil Boosie] +It all starts with a club night, a club fight +To a night you'll never forget, real shit +Remember that murder case with slick, that took down like 6 +Well somebody had to drown cuz only 2 went down +How many fist fights that lead to murder (so many mane) +Niggas can't take a ass whippin, they come and spit that thang +Call Joe and Buck to handle business, I heard they layed it down +Niggas talk they got L's for tryna help they round +How many times we had to fight and couldn't control it +Cuz Head Busser and Titus got too loaded, can't even count +That's how it start off niggas come through be tryna bounce +Out ya body like Big Whop, a getcha stopped +So make sho every nigga that's buckin' with ya, they ridin' with ya +Die with ya get on the stand and lie with ya +If you ain't bout slanggin' no iron talk to hoes +But them 4's they in the middle of the floor +Like let's get ready to rumble! +[Hook] +8 motherfuckers got loaded +8 motherfuckers got dusted and disgusted huh +4 of them niggas couldn't control it +Couple niggas went too hard and flipped out +Now 2 of them niggas gone josin', gaaaaah daamn! (Why?) +Cuz 8 motherfuckers got loaded +8 motherfuckers got dusted and disgusted nowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Somebody to Settle Down With[Birdge:] +Say Girl I Wanna Touch Ya But First Of All I Wanna Know Can Lil Boosie Trust Ya +It's Thug Love To Tha Fullest You Ain't Got No Busta So Lay Back And Let Meeeeeee... +Tell Ya Something Fa Real Say Girl I Need Someboy To Settle Down With + +[Verse 1:] +Since Tha First Time I Met Ya I Could See It In Ya Eyes +You Scared That I'm a Hurt Ya Scared I'm Gonna Make You Cry You Know I'm Thugged Out +When You Listen To My Rhymes (Look Here) Temperature Rising Got Damn Girl You Fine Woooo! +Ha Lips Like Clips That Go In A Nine Ha Lips Like Eve They Hard To Find +She Got A Pretty Pretty Face With A Gorgious Behind Look Like A Horse From Behind And When She Walk She Shine +But On The Other End Tell Yo Other Man Sit His Broke Ass Down You Got A Hustler +Man I Need A Women To Show Me Some Affection Need A Good Conversation When All These Niggas Be Hatin Need Somebody To Settle Down + +[Chorus:] +I Need Somebody, Need Some Body To Settle Down With.I Need Somebody +Need Some Body To Settle Down With.I Need Somebody, Need Some Body To +Settle Down With.I Need Somebody, Need Some Body To Settle Down With + +[Verse 2:] +Now First Of All The Worst Of All Ain't Even Happen Girl It's Time To Play Ping Pong Come Grab This Paddle Girl +Since I Done Hit It Ha Mind Up In Another World I Herd You In Tha Bathroom you Had To Call Your Girl +So I Called Webbie, Webbie She Was Fire Ha Body Had No Marks Like Some Brand New Tires +She Woke Up In My Arms I Took Her To Tha Mall I Spent A G On Her On Some Glasses And Showed Her How I Ball Girl You Can Have It All I Ain't Got No Wife Yea I Got A Baby Momma Let That +Go Aiight So What's The Deal For The Night We Fucking Or What I'm Still Have Wet Dreams Of Catching A Nut +She Make My Pressure Go Up When She Get On Top Of Me (Look Here) She Make A Nigga Skeet Then Go Fix Me Something To Eat +[Chorus:] +Now I'm Gone Keep It Real I Need Somebody To Feel My Pain And Really Know How To Treat Somebody I Need A Woman With A Mind +She Can Put It On My Mind Candle Light Dinner While We Drink Expensive Wine +She Ain't Gotta Be A Dime But Got To Be A Nine She +Ain't Got To Come Right Then But She Always Right On Time (Huh Bra) She Took That Ride To Tha Pin Every Sunday And Every Monday +Ya Commisery It Was Comin (Look) Now That's Yo Woman Them Other Hoes They Was Jockin On Them 24's Now You Can't Even Get A Letter +Ain't This World Cold Yo Girl Know When You Was Cheating You Can't Hide From Her +Plus She Care For Yo Child Like It Came Out Of Her +I'm Gone Tell You Like It Is They Got Some Real Womenn Who Ready To Settle Down Is You Ready Nigga...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Don’t Give a Fuck[Intro] +It's up, nigga + +[Pre-Chorus] +Yeah, you know me by name +You know me by name, you know me by gang gang +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang +You know me by name (It's up, nigga) +You know me by gang +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang + +[Chorus] +You know I don't give a fuck +Fuck that nigga, put him up +We don't give a fuck +Drag that ho and let her know + +[Verse 1] +Fuck that nigga, put him up, we bring that pressure pressure +Four times to his face, teach that bitch a lesson +Four times for that Southside, don't let us catch you outside +Club fights, dumb way, outside, gunplay +I walk and talk that dirty track at 2 AM flizzat +Fishing pole up on my back, this my new book sack +Tear your swans in with that gat, I get so reckless +Heard what happened to that boy, we some known steppers +Fuck that nigga and his partner, he's a known rat +You roll with him so you a ho 'cause you condone that +Let's talk some facts, man, these niggas ain't playin' it real no more +These niggas can't find you, they'll kill your ho +Stabbed my heart, cut my throat when they killed lil' bro +Now it's poppin' like popcorn, shit's poppin' like popcorn (It's up, popcorn) +We so yard, stop playin' 'cause we lay shit +This that Southside death row Planet of the Apes shit +[Chorus] +You know I don't give a fuck +Fuck that nigga, put him up +We don't give a fuck +Drag that ho and let her know +You know I don't give a fuck +Fuck that nigga, put him up +We don't give a fuck +Drag that ho and let her know + +[Verse 2] +Bitch, what? I'll bust your ass up (Bitch, what?) +I'ma take it, young nigga, and I'm ready to mask up +Telly Hankton on the street, I'm a don dada +Bronxston say I'm ignorant, went got a gold chopper +I'm from that Rouge, win or lose, we don't fold, partner +Owe me money, better pay me what you owe, partner +I don't do no Twitter fingers, I do trigger fingers +I'm a murder charge, nigga, you a misdemeanor +The DA said I sent my murder victims to the cleaners +Guess he said that 'bout them niggas 'cause they was dirty dirty +Say your prayers, grab your best, get your thirty, thirty +This ain't the East or the West, this the dirty dirty +Dirty dirty South, nigga ridin' by your house +Niggas tryna get your bag, hope you down to take a loss +Dawg, I hope you got your mask, 'cause these pussy niggas talk +I'll fight a charge again, I'm the motherfuckin' boss +Lil' nigga, knock him off +[Chorus] +You know I don't give a fuck +Fuck that nigga, put him up +We don't give a fuck +Drag that ho and let her know +You know I don't give a fuck +Fuck that nigga, put him up +We don't give a fuck +Drag that ho and let her know + +[Outro] +Whoop that bitch and drag that ho to the wall +Whoop that bitch and drag that ho to the wall +You gotta whoop that bitch +That nigga talkin', punch that bitch in his mouth +That nigga talkin', punch that bitch in his mouthEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nothin’ Like Baton Rouge[Intro] +Boosie Boo +Baton Rouge stand up nigga +I do this for my city +Believe that, gangsta +Uh huh (x3) + + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +I took a walk out the house, same ole bounce +Last night I laid it down on that some ole couch +Took a ride through my city like (Baton Rouge) +I push em' six at a time nigga so get it right +I like to sip my own daiquiris (Yeahhh) +Cross tha' track is where you find me +With real niggas and alcoholics who get it started (Heavy D) +I'm from Baton Rouge, I ain't from New Orleans +But I fuck with real niggas who from New Orleans +Body snatchers [?] spittas who bout bussin' 40's (Niggaaa) +The kids love me right? (Fucking right) +The bitches love me right? (Fucking right) +The niggas love me cause I'm in the streets every night +Buy tha' club I'm showing love in my [?] +Monday, Dreams +Saturday, Vibes +Coogi down tha' whole clique, you know how we thuggin' +I told you bout them crutches, niggas we love money + +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city + + +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +I know who ridin' with me +Southside, Oak Town, even Zion City +On Edgewood they gettin' it +Can't forget the Mall +With Turk and Big El, Posted up and set it off +Sherwood go hard +Brookstown go hard +Tha' Park they living large +I fuck with all them boys +But this one for my niggas, who tote them big ole pistols +West Baton Rouge, yea they rollin' off them jiggas' +Tabarge that's my nigga, he representin' that Wa' (Chippewa) +And niggas playin' games but Lil Boosie take it far (Niggaaa) +So don't say shit (Patna) +So don't play bitch (Patna) +So many niggas won't' take hits, its unbelievable +Ride low in my vet, bitch stand down +I ain't playin' clown, 2 inches off tha' ground +Tha' realest DVDs smoking all tha' purple weed +Rookie found a fifty in this bitch, I guess I'm pussy +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city + +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie] +I know who keep it real +One shot for Gardere, where my mama use to live +Lil Quick he out that Field +He rep it to tha' death +Me and Bleek bringing him and Gabe 10 pounds a peace on [?] (Avenue) +This for Dixie, all tha' way to CC +In tha' trunk them niggas beat me, with love is how they greet me +One shot for Brandy Wine, them niggas on tha' grind +Me and my Auntie opened up shop slangin' dimes +Millerville got that pine +Fairfield got morphine +Lakeside niggas like that lean +Big Sterling he keep it G +Real retarded +Niggas bussin 40's +Boosie got tha' whole Baton Rouge ridin' chargers +Fresh white G's no S.Dot carters +Whatever you want, niggas fulfill that order +For tha' liquor stores to drive-thrus (Plank Road) +For my niggas on lockdown +For them Weinersnitchel niggas mane who holdin' they block down +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city +Nothin' like Baton Rouge (x3) +I do this for my city2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Got It on Me[Verse 1] +We got a dozen of bricks +Godfathers in a stick +Traveling in a trench again (it’s work) +Burglar balls went and panicked + +[Hook 1] +Money on my mind +I got tunnel vision +Money in the ground +Money in the city +Coming dollar signs +All a n*gga’s vision +Seeing 20 50 big old blue millions + +[Hook 2] +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me (hussle I got it on me) +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me (and I shoot) +Yeah I got it on me (and I shoot) +Yeah I got it on me +[Verse 2] +Yeah I got it on me (pussy n*gga) +Boy you don’t want it (pussy n*gga) +You better check my rap sheet +Call my cousin donkey +Now I got your kitchen +This is Black Ricky n*gga +And he owe 28 +No leg shots no chest shots +Put stick up in your face +Y’all get what I do yet +Call my n*gga ruger +If you don’t think Boosie will shoot you +Better ask the prosecutor +We don’t play games +We come to your spot +Kick down your door +Shut down your shop +Stand over you +Bitch I’m a dog +Kick this bitch all in the mall +I got me the party stop +So off he retarded now +Cross the track +Boy we get it on +Don’t trust nothing +Kinda paranoid +Got it on me boy while you're staring hard +Put this bitch upside your head +N*gga we ride you know you dead +[Hook 3] +We got a dozen of bricks +Godfathers in a stick +Traveling in a trench again (it’s work) +Burglar balls went and panicked + +[Hook 1] +Money on my mind +I got tunnel vision +Money in the ground +Money in the city +Coming dollar signs +All a n*gga’s vision +Seeing 20 50 big old blue millions + +[Hook 2] +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +I said well I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Hussle I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +[Verse 3] +Catch me in traffic with it on me +In the club with it on me +I’ll be my child with it on me +Trying to serve 50 to my auntie +I got a 40 in my undies +I’ll be in the trench ducking undies +I got 20 bags on me +Homie that’s not a lot of money +I kill in these pants and I steal in these pants +Flipping these bitch they ain’t touching my hash +Couple my mascot [?] +They fuck it up I’m gonna shade on their ass +I popped a Molly do not do this stand +Stand up n*gga +They tried to pull over my four and I ran +Look like I just left Iran God damn +Young FA I started from the bottom +Got stuff like that from Baton Rouge +Got cash like that from Harlem +I popped a lot of bottles +And my youngers pop them hollows +This glitzy game bitch +I hope you see the new model boom + +[Hook 3] +We got a dozen of bricks +Godfathers in a stick +Traveling in a trench again (it’s work) +Burglar balls went and panicked + +[Hook 1] +Money on my mind +I got tunnel vision +Money in the ground +Money in the city +Coming dollar signs +All a n*gga’s vision +Seeing 20 50 big old blue millions + +[Hook 2] +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +I said well I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Hussle I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me + +[Verse 3] +I got the best of them bitches +Black white Puerto Rican +Her mixed ass be jet lagged +I like my bitches to seize it +Big bang roll up in my jeans +We gonna make it work cuz +I got the best of the Molly +I got the best of the perks +We got the bottles we got the work +We got the broads they let us surf +We going hard we never hurt +We going hard we never hurt +We don’t play games round here +Take names round here +Cliff hang like n*gga’s chains round here +Boy I’m gonna shoot our dinner shoot +What we do fight a flame round here +Yeah I got it right in my pocket +I popped a rocket like space ship +Fuck Hollywood +Try Badazz and I’m gonna get your ass that facelift +Money on my mind +All day like 9 to 9 in that hallway +Got 75 in this tall case +Try some shit I’m coming your way + +[Hook 3] +We got a dozen of bricks +Godfathers in a stick +Traveling in a trench again (it’s work) +Burglar balls went and panicked + +[Hook 1] +Money on my mind +I got tunnel vision +Money in the ground +Money in the city +Coming dollar signs +All a n*gga’s vision +Seeing 20 50 big old blue millions + +[Hook 2] +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +I said well I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Hussle I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on me +Yeah I got it on meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Vlad TV*Clip from a Boosie interview with VLAD TV* + +[BOOSIE TALKING] +I had a big problem with the court system +And uh +District attorneys, prosecutors +Alot of people was tryna uh take my life +As far as you know in the court system + +[VERSE 1] +I graduated from a block down south on tha corner +Get out tha mudd +On my own, Ima hustla +Mama put me out +So I stayed wit Big Mama +Went to cocaine cooking school +And tha teacher was my uncle +Every since I was a youngsta +I been tryna chase a bag +Not a gang banger, but a gangsta wit a past +Strapped up and bad +Man I get it from my Dad +Easy town gangsta +Man them Hatches bout that yeah +Motherfucker yeah! +*Clip from Interview* + +VLAD: At 14, what did you start with? Did you start selling crack or was it sumin else? + +BOOSIE: Well my first job was 11. I was a look out for tha people on tha corner. My 2nd job, I started hustlin'. Uh I started off selling crack, weed.... + +[VERSE 2] +My aunties dated dope dealers +No broke niggas +If you my dawg +Then I scored wit ya, fucked hoes wit ya +Plus school ain't really teach me what I was lookin' fa +Get my family out tha motherfuckin' mudd +Livin' good, what I was lookin' fa +Went to codeine class +Made a quarter mill +Offered a deal, shit got real +Had to pop a pill (2 by 2) +Was a beast in tha streets +Yeah, I got it +Better cop from him +If it's beef, they gettin' you +And they stoppin' slim + +*Clip from Interview* +BOOSIE: That's how I hustled. You know, that's what I know how to..that's what I raised to make money off during the streets. You know, I know how to get money. It's not positive money... + +But I was taught to go get tha money..fuck it + +[VERSE 3] +This for all my teachers +Bronson & Lil Donkey (Donk!) +They told me up in class +When I ride, keep it on me +PCP at 16 +Followed by tha marijuana +Get a hall pass, and go straight to tha corner (Thuggin) +Got my own block +And I got bout 9 students +3 or 4 was hustlas +But tha others, they was foolish +You look crazy, they gon' shoot it +We don't play that on my side +They hate you in yo city +Move away, and live yo life + +*Clip from Interview* + +BOOSIE: And it's always like that. Wherever you from, you will get hated the most. You know, most rappers die in they own city. It's a fact. You know what they hate you for, no reason. They hate you for, They hate you for your success + +[VERSE 4] +I got tha streets on lock +I'm they generation PAC +I spit it from tha heart +And they feel it up inside +Still a hood nigga +Showin' money in my pictures +Or I can put a suit on nigga +And get a million +My name brang millions +Talkin' to investors +You dealin' wit a nigga who had something very special +Tha whole damn street +And that's a whole nutha level +They vote for me +No matter who in tha motherfuckin election +Boosie Badazz (Hood President) +*Clip from Interview* + +BOOSIE: They girl listening to yo music...they go downstairs, the kids doing a dance to yo music...now they are hypnotized with hatredEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boosie Speaks(Intro) +Boosie Bad Azz, say lil K these niggas acting funny with me now? whaaaa + +(verse 1) +All my bread gone, all my redbones, all my fans in the stand they done left me alone. all my pussy poppers they don't wanna holla look like its just me and my choppa look like I got a problem. I'm to the head but my hustle ain't gone ya feel me? I'm Innocent til proving guilty or til God kill me I ain't got nothing in these streets now I'm back to robbing good thing I'm in these streets and I know who got it I'm in a world where ain't no fucking rules in em so I live by the code strap up and blues niggas all my friends in the wind since my ends gone, my bad bitches down to 2 since my benz gone, I can't sleep I'm having nightmares fucked up thinking bout that zoom zoom thinking what I did wrong, niggas in the hood mane don't even speak no more treat Lil Boosie Boo like he nero (damn) + +(Chorus) +What if I was all fucked up? (who me? yea you) +(who me? yea you) (who me?) +Shit what if I was all fucked up? (who me? yea you) (who me? yea you) (who me? yea you) + +(Verse 2) +What if I had a bald head and I ain't no bald head, my cuz fucked up my plug my business is all dead my niggas they on that Gangsta shit back to that belly shit running off in clubs with them thangs we wrecking shit back to smoking that devil shit famel to high nigga whatever you with I'm with lets take a ride nigga .45 cocked back niggas gone pay for my struggle in my pocket nun but lint im finna take muthafuckas Woah I call Donkey I got some shorts in my click niggas tryna play with me must don't know I play for keeps call Webbie like Savage I keep a package right now I'm starving yesterday I was balling, Maneeee Im' finna go in they circle ol' stingy ass niggas used to smoke all my purple but they gone get it doe I got this AR in my hand and I'm gone let it go and let em know I'm Fucked up! + +(Chorus) +What if I was all fucked up? (who me? yea you) +(who me? yea you) (who me?) +Shit what if I was all fucked up? (who me? yea you) (who me? yea you) (who me? yea you) + +(Verse 3) +Say Fred +I'm all fucked up, got 1 blunt of purp left +Gas tank on low, can't even hi see the nigga at delga +Damn I'm fucked up +Gangsta done broke down, Charger done broke down +Monte Carlo need tires on it +I'm kinda fucked up right now I mean that +What the fuck Ima do though? +Stick a nigga up, Stick a nigga up! (agghhh) +Stick a nigga up, stick a nigga up....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ducked OffI ain't even in the mood +Hommey get from round me +I got to much on my mind +I dont need no company +If you hit me on my phone +Well i'll prolly let it rang +On the real tryna chill tryna +Do my own thang + +I be ducked off +Ducked off,ducked off, ducked off +I be ducked off +Ducked off, ducked off EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Top Notch[Chorus: Mouse] + +Top notch whips that's what I drive +24 inches rims and tires +Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes +They starin me down, And I'm wondering why +Ah hold up wait a second +Let me think for a second +Ah hold up wait a second +Let me think for a second +Ah hold up wait a second +Let me think for a second +Ah hold up wait a second +Let me think for a second + +[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie] +Red Bandana, Red Lexus +Top notch nigga hoes call me black and sexy +Top notch whip on that good drank from Texas +Got everybody lookin' like a nigga buck naked +Please be good cause it could go down +Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold the street crown +I fill it with gas, keep it clean as my ass +If I'm in that yellow thing I got on yellow to match +I would name my cars, but I ain't got time +Just got my fresh fade, check out my line +Ol' lady cross the street like "Ain't that Connie boy" +"That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy" (yea) +Feelin even better when I looked in the mirror +Diamonds on my teeth when I'm smiling at these niggas +From the car lot, to the rim shop we crawl and we creep +Southside young b that's how I come on these streets nigga +[Chorus x1] + +[Verse 2: Lil' Phat] + +Look, I got a Jag and it's sleepin on deuces +Funeral home my whips up my whip game stupid +I'm in the back seat, I'm in the back seat +At the light, open the door, showin my ass +You know how that be +Impala drop on the Shontaez +Oh it's the dumb way +Lil Mama takin pictures she saw me on +Rip the runway +Johnny got my neck right +Johnny got my mouth right +Ankle bracelet in diamonds so +Johnny got my walk right +I use 2 by 2's +Like ehh you stupid +Toilet paper niggas streets up +When It's time for me to use it +Take a picture of my hair cut +My Steve Harvey look right on +Yeah I know you see the ice on me +I'm on they cut the lights on me +Gucci bag 50 grand in it +Look don't put yo hands in it +Do it the dummy way +You catch me doin' my dance with it +Lil' Phat young boss if you don't know me +Ain't no waitin, Ain't no thinkin +Nigga you goin have to show me +[Chorus x1] + +[Verse 3: Mouse] + +(Why Why Hmmm) +B.O. what these niggas mad at me for +Wound up lookin' cry baby like T.O +Don't blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O +He wanna take a trip to the money Let's G-O +I got black women, white women +Asian and Creole +Pretty face, pretty feet, no corn foot Fritos +So Mouse like cheese so my nick name Cheeto +Fuck a favor or a hand out, ain't shit free hoe +I hop up out the chevy, coast wallet full of c-notes +Your baby momma and her friend wanna have a trio +I work that lumber a huh yeah she know +I beat that pussy up I beat it up like Deebo +Hold up, damn nigga why you hatin on me tho +I see it in your face and I can read ya like Cleo +Every everybody know, we don't keep it on the D-Low +Trill ENT yeah nigga know how we roll + +[Chorus x1]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Hot[Boosie Talkin:] +Nigga I Had That Magnum In '03 When Alotta Yall +Thought It Was A Station Wagon +(Waz That?) +Get Money Nigga We Hot Right Now + +[Verse 1:] +Ahh Now As I Roll Through My City Mayne Clean As A Bytch +Big Booty Hoes Tryna Jump In Boosie Shyt +Big Money In My Pocket +2 Much 2 Have Her Wildin +U Can Hate But You Can't Knock It +Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot! +I Hit The Stage Smokin Da Gush Shyt Lookin 4 A Hood Bytch 2 Gimmie Dat Pussy +Nigga Holla N Throw Me Somethin I'n Slangin No Cookies..Can't Be Slangin That Work +Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot! +On My Block...The Drama Neva Stops...Knox Heard I Got Serves Now Dey Closin Down My Shops +Da Block Still Movin... Nigga You Kno We Boomin We Got Dem Ex Pills Movin +We Hot! We Hot! We Hot! +Dvds Made The Whole World Believe They See It With Dey Eyes Dey'n Gotta Realize +The Choppas, Infinities, And The 745s It Ain't No Lie +We Hot! We Hot! We Hot! +Fresh Cut (Fresh Cut) Ffesh Bauds (Fresh Bauds) Brand New Charger..On 24s +Still Got The Benz And Its Parked In The Yard...Niggas Shinin Real Hard +Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot! +[Chorus:] +Im Kinda Hott Right Now! (Im Hot! Im Hot!) +Im Kinda Hott Right Nooow!(Im Hot! Im Hot!) +Boosie Hott Right Nooow! (Im Hot! Im Hot!) +Im Kinda Hott Right Now...Won't Stop Now! + +[Verse 2:] +Imma Legend On Dese Streets...I Kno U Niggas Heard'a Me +Ben Feelin Wallace N Purgess Since I Was 13 +All I Smoke Is Purple Weed +I Know Why Niggas Wanna Murda Me +Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot! +Tell Da Truth...U Don Kno No Nigga Hotter...??????? Buyin Bottle Afta Bottle +The Marietta We Fuckin Bottle Afta Bottle N Dey ?????? +Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot! +50 G's On A Watch Just'a Tell Time +A Hundred Rouns N Da Glock Just'a Slang Iron +In Da Hood Dey Like " I Heard Lil Boosie Got Dem Birds Huh?" +Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot! +I Kno U Seen Uh Blinged Up On Bet Wit Trina +Hustle N Flow...Sountrack In Da Store +You Fuck Wit Savage Boi You Already Know...It Ain't No Secret +We Hot! We Hot! We Hot! +Im Zoomin Hard Me N Joc On College Park...N Im Da Shyt Dawg +From Nual To Dual...I Spit Da Truth Dawg Nigga Kno How I Do Dawg +I Do It Or New Orl Dawg +Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot! +Big Bodies...Badd Bytches Wanna Sit By Meh...U Kno Wat Mama Ya Babi Boi Done Grow Up +Soulja Hate Me All You Want But Im Gon Hit Da Top...Knock Knock Up In Dis Bytch +Im Hot! Im Hot! Im Hot! +[Chorus:] +Im Kinda Hott Right Now! (Im Hot! Im Hot!) +Im Kinda Hott Right Nooow!(Im Hot! Im Hot!) +Boosie Hott Right Nooow! (Im Hot! Im Hot!) +Im Kinda Hott Right Now...Won't Stop Now! + +[Boosie:] +Yea Dat Boi Hott +Everything I Drop +U Can Feel It Cuz Itz Comin From Da Realest [Repeat] + +Lil Nigga On FireEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +TV[Intro] +Boosie Badazz +I knew I saw this shit on TV + +[Hook] +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +BET, or TNT +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (I knew I saw this shit on TV) +This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV) +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +MTV, or BET +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (on TV) +This dog ho should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV) + +[Verse 1] +This nigga started out a gangster though, I saw you in the movie, ho +Pitching out the pack behind his back, that’s a movie roll +Started as a kid with them, played on the same block +Look how they did Snupe, I heard they used to use the same Glock +I’ve seen Bishop off Juice grow up to a thug +When it was over, I shook my head, I knew what movie this was +My daddy pumping coke and spending, man +Uncles putting pistols in my hand, this is Menace, man +Indictments, the world thinking that I won’t see tomorrow +Trial was crazy, still walk, this is Law & Order +I’ve seen hoes come in and bait niggas and rob them at nighttime +I’ve seen these kind of hoes on Lifetime +[Hook] +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +BET, or TNT +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (I knew I saw this shit on TV) +This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV) +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +MTV, or BET +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (on TV) +This dog ho should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV) + +[Verse 2] +Shit +Boys in the Hood, I was Cube in that drive-by +Smoking PCP, I saw some shit that be on SciFi +Seen mace get sprayed so much, it will fuck the cell block up +No visits to real niggas for years, I’ve seen Locked Up +I’ve seen women making scenes to get exposed +So I’ve seen these reality shows up in the four +Lord knows I’ve seen some shit, Paid in Full +Look like Bleek was Money Making Mitch +I’ve seen hoes turn niggas on their own niggas +I’ve seen niggas walk out on their own children +I’ve seen black families fall apart, get back together +So what I’m saying, I saw every flick from Tyler Perry + +[Hook] +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +BET, or TNT +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (I knew I saw this shit on TV) +This fucking boy should be on TV (I knew I saw this boy on TV) +I ain’t know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi +MTV, or BET +But I knew I saw this shit on TV (on TV) +This dog ho should be on TV (I knew I saw this ho on TV) +[Verse 3] +This shit is TV, real characters was next to Boosie +Street wars, niggas dying, I’ve seen western movies +Seen dudes with no heart really murder guys +Fuck a nigga bitch, he went crazy, I’ve seen The Perfect Guy +Seen a big dog catch AIDS, first they used to love him, man +Now they’re beefing, what I’m saying, I’ve seen Straight Outta Compton, man +I’ve seen women get famous off their husbands’ shine +Then they shit on them, so I’ve seen The Real Housewives +Aunty fight and fuss, then she fuck the night away +But she love him, so I’ve been knew Joseline and Stevie J +I met a nigga up in prison who been there 45 +He don’t even want to go home, so I saw The Green Mile +This is TVEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Surrender No Retreat[INTRO: BOOSIE TALKING] + +I love to see my lil' brother run that football +Remind me of me +Hard +Strong +Confident +Never Scared + +[HOOK] +No surrender +No retreat +We don't retreat from anyone +In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen) +Or the streets (Or the streets) +No surrender +No retreat +We not scared of anyone +In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen) +Or the streets (I won't surrender) +No surrender + +[VERSE 1] +Never will I back down from anyone +It's consequences when you jump my fences +Semi-guns +Playground was plenty fun +But losing made me pissed off +In tha streets I was a G +And I preached, like I'm Young Dolphin +Jail I was a hard head +Fuck what tha guard said +Actavis pints by my bed +Just like tha free world +Rappin' got me paid +But I played off in tha G world +Shoot outs in tha day +And at night I slept wit' 3 girls +Beefin' wit' niggas 10 years older +These niggas tryin' me +Tha city might be scared of you niggas +But Ima dyin' breed +Never ran +Right 'cross tha track if you want drama +No surrender +No retreat +That's on my Mama +[HOOK] +No surrender +No retreat +We don't retreat from anyone +In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen) +Or the streets (Or the streets) +No surrender +No retreat +We not scared of anyone +In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen) +Or the streets (I won't surrender) +No surrender + +[VERSE 2] +From tha basketball court to tha football field +All that +Where I became a dog at +A fighter what you call that +Call my call, I call back +I never run from a soul +My Auntie say I had a chief heart +Since I was 1 years old +I used to follow all tha older boys +Jumpin' off tha monkey bars +Whoever thought I'd jump in monkey suits +Wit' a 100 rod +On tha streets I was a Boss +Sumin' sick on these niggas +In jail, I sold drugs, had fights +And threw shit on these niggas +No collar potna, I was born like a pit on these niggas +I believe in we all bleed tha same +Ain't no bitch in me boy +I took my lick +Suck my dick look when they sentenced me boy +I been in street wars wit' plenty beef boy +[HOOK] +No surrender +No retreat +We don't retreat from anyone +In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen) +Or the streets (Or the streets) +No surrender +No retreat +We not scared of anyone +In the Penitentiary (In tha Pen) +Or the streets (I won't surrender) +No surrenderEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get Me Outta Here[Intro] +Get me outta here +Look like another hot summer +Get me outta here +Looking like another cold Christmas +Get me outta here +Easter no better +My fucking mama want me home +Get me outta here +This is for my people in the pen + +[Verse 1] +They just gave Lil Johnny 40 years +Tryna take his life +Question is, in the dorm, will he play the night? +Big Nick next he fighting the L +He go to court tomorrow +Co-defendant, public defender +He ain't show tomorrow +Lil Joe just come from court +Couldn't even hug his daughter +He got a black box like me +A cold court order +Fu Fu on stabbing shit +He on some real nasty shit +It's hard to get back in court +Cuz they don't believe it was an accident +Lil Bobby Joe he say he coming home whacking shit +Tim married a white girl he said he coming home Catholic +I left the streets they got ghosts +I was so mad 'bout this +My troubles half the world would laugh 'bout this +I used to call Donk on the line +[Hook] +Get me outta here +Get me outta here +Get me outta here +Get me outta here + +[Verse 2] +Don't want hear nobody dying +Don't wanna feel that kind of vibe +Don't wanna feel that kind of vibe +What's going on tell me what's going on +I used to call Donk on the line +Ain't even want nothing on the line +I just wanna hear you nigga smile and laugh +Where ya'll going out tonight +I'm 'bout to close my eyes and join you yeah +I wanna go home I mean tonight +And do some ecstasy in California +Supermodel bitches next to me in California +In the kitchen dozed off dreaming California + +[Hook] +Get me outta here +Get me outta here +Get me outta here +[Verse 3] +I don't wanna here nobody dying +I just wanna here about your shine +She say he ain't pick up the line +She say he won't pick up the line +I said mama call Jason one more time +Leave him message tell him I need to talk +Leave him a message say I'm trying to go up the wall +I need his blessing, Nicole I'm gonna to war one more time +I call my lawyer all the time +What up Jason what up till this day he still my dog +Never gonna forget the day March the fifth 2014 +When the people let me out I told my Dre + +[Outro] +Man I'm tired I wanna go home +Get me outta here +I'll go home and sex my lady +Get me outta here +Lately I've been fighting a storm +Get me outta here +My child she battle with her daddy +Get me outta here +I wake up playing search home +Get me outta here +I just lost my old lady +Get me outta here +You ain't even come see me in jail +Get me outta here +Look like another hot summer +Get me outta here +Look like another cold Christmas +Get me outta here +Easter no better +Get me outta here +You send up your last letter +Get me outta here +In this place I don't wanna die +Get me outta here +Look like another hot summerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Empire 2[Intro] +My empire, will not be denied +Must I say it again? +My empire will not be denied + +[Verse 1] +I'm a real street nigga, who ain't lovin' the fame +I can't help it everywhere I go they knowin' my name +Gold teeth, gold chain, all gold everything +Cold pictures, old pictures with that Tec in my hand +Boosie Badazz, nigga, I'm the best in the game +How you the best in the game? +No one else in my lane +Tonight I'm fuckin' you, I'm 'bout that +So girl get your mind right +I'll fuck you and your girl if you don't want to fuck your girl +You ain't gonna find too many niggas off the chain like me +Diamond ring, piece and chain +Built hard like concrete +Like Zoes my squad deep +Yeah, we official +At the club, we just want pussy +But boy we ain't pussy +Gon' be mad cause I'm flexin' +Diamond I'm shinin' from Texas +Every girl that I'm sexin' +I'm a real bitch, blessin' +And I got money to blow, but I'm stackin' my Jacksons +But my squad 'bout murder +And we packing the plastic +[Interlude] +There's no stoppin' my empire +We finessin' now +There's no stoppin' my empire +Yo, B-Will get at these niggas + +[Verse 2] +When I'm in Texas I keep my Texas phone +When I'm in Memphis, hit my Memphis phone +Pull up in Emmit, won't take that long +Don't fuck your bae at home, and I know I'm wrong +Funny shit 'bout it, shit won't take that long +I'm Tyrone, pimpin' on my mobile phone +When I got my Rollie on +It's dumb shit, and precious stones +To you, she a bad bitch, to me she's just a sexy song +Bitch, don't treat my Lexus wrong +Who the fuck you flexin' on? +I bought that! +I know these niggas hatin', nigga +I caught that! +I know you see me skatin', nigga +Four-five for shady nigga +Automatic chopper, think I'm crazy, nigga +Air Max and cigarettes +I ain't met a nigga yet that spit this +It's winter fresh, and keeps this bitch [?] +I could never try to turn a stripper to a [?] +Jack the Ripper slippers, red bottoms when I walk the set +[Verse 3] +You are not the plug, bitch you just a drug addict +Eatin' every rapper boy you better check the attic +I been on top for a minute like [?] +Way up for a while and I do not need ladders, little nigga +Money so tall you could [?] to it +Even better, ask me for it lil nigga +Fuck with the kid, cause I ball now +Baby girl you gon' get this dick in the nighttime (nighttime) +Since you gonna sleep on the kid +You don't suck dick baby girl, it's the right time (right time) +(For real, for real) +And I'm talkin' [?] status +Paint drippin', style drippin' +I need a [?] napkin +I used to laugh but now they raise whenever we pass them +The coup has no roof so you can't imagine +The [?] the lime light, I see everyday +But you gotta remember at the end of the day +That man, this is my passionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +AnimosityNiggas been hatin' since school, cause I'm a fool +Polo down year round with twenties off the ground +I go to clubs, niggas mug but I don't hear the sound +Them niggas know what line to cross if they wanna get down +Watch who you be 'round. Niggas trying to steal your soul +Nigga broke in my car when I used to give em dough +Talk about me when I pass through, smile when I stop +So I strap down everyday cause I can't die like 2Pac +You niggas want my force out my voice, I know +You niggas want some niggas dead in that 4. Well let's go +My mamma told me bout them niggas. Them niggas ain't your friends +Who saw me stash my shit, you blood hit me again +We supposed to be kin. But your family hurt you too +That dust and that gin got me thinkin of dirt to do +But hatin leads to brokeness and brokeness lead to hopeless +And don't think a nigga don't notice ...your animosity + +[Chorus] +What kinda nigga call my mom and tell her her son got shot? +A pussy nigga who need that dick up in his fot box +I got rocks. Lotta niggas don't like that +Like (... ?) I'll be right back. G-Nikes with my night cat +Since starter jackets, I had haters back then +Used to get my name in my fade when I was 8, 9, and 10 +And these hoes runnin off, fuckin up my relationships +I done had enough, don't know how much I can take this shit +My baby mamma people against me to the fullest +It's because this fit got me runnin duckin bullets +I know you hate my twenties so I'm a get some more inches +And I'm a get some Ks and have you runnin jumpin fences +I'm lookin in the judge eyes, and he muggin me down +Baton Rouge to red stick. There ain't no love in this town +They hold a grudge in this town, They catchin slugs in this town +And don't think I ain't peepin you, clownEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How We Do ItWe got the Phantoms on deck, lambo on the side, chevy sittin high yeah bitch that's how we ride +That's how we do it x7 +We posted up up in the club, bottles on ice, pockets full of hundred and we got the cheapest price +That's how we do it x7 + +Lil Boosie + +Let me tell you how I rock, pocket full of rocks, bottle in the air, livin without a care +Let me tell you what I like, head with cold sprite +Let me tell you what I hate, haters with no cake +Let me tell you what I make, money with big stacks +Let me tell you why they hatin, cuz I young , rich, and black +Hoes lick my nutsack, rose by the six pack, skeet that shit off in they mouth (opps!) and I ain't feel bad +Gotta have my funds straight, time flyin gotta have my sons straight so they can shine +Wake up to get it up I hope you on the grind, cuz if you bullshitn' you'll get lapped this time +Im on the money makin mission got me handling bucks +Been countin money for so long my fuckin hands cramp up +Get my keys I be ridin, put my b's in my pocket +Keep ridin dirty cuz the people can't stop it + +Chorus + +Webbie + +Hustlin, 50 streets back against the wall +Scarred up since I was small, ive been through some shit to ball +The heat was on I couldn't stop, I had to let the cannons pop +The Bentleys fallin through the roof and now Im standin at the top +Grindin with my nigga B, finally where im supposed to be +I know my boy watchin over me still I keep my shit close to me +Im doin this for my nigga T, specially for my nigga Mell +Specially for my niggas doin the L and getting outta jail +What ever be good as hell it ain't nothin on a nigga plate +Hungry than a motherfucka a hustla eat a nigga face +Imma keep it trill you can chill but time ain't gon wait +You betta go head and get your paper before it get to late +Had to set myself straight at to set myself a goal +By 2010 im tryin to have a hundred million more +52 foot ceiling you can't touch it marble on the floor +Webbie trillest nigga I ain't doin nothing but get my hustle on + +Chorus +Lil trill + +Imma start this thing for my dog B, trill fam, trill ent +Deaf kids look up to me so I gotta be all I can be +And I grind hard just to get this far, love my pops for what he did +Never thought I'd be this big, never thought I'd be this kid +I do it big but I keep my stacks +From big money to big racks +You got a check then we can talk, if you ain't got it then you can walk +I do my thang betta ask around, chevy whip sittin off the ground +Burnin rubber throughout your town, ohh yeah boy we get it down +No blue cars black cars now, couldn't see me through an ultrasound +Too far like a mile long, im getting money like Mulan +Imma buy a house, buy my own estate +Been hungry eat your whole plate +Never turn on your main mayne or you'll crash like an airplane +Trill fam that's till the end, we all family can be friends +Hustle hard for your dividends, loyalty never defense +That crooked man can't be your friend, betta leave that boy alone +Or he will leave you all alone +Time to start from scratch homes +ChrousEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro (Talk Dat Shit)[Intro] +I'd like to welcome everybody to my new album (Yeah) +Called "Talk Dat Shit" (Talk that shit, Boose) +'Cause I talk that shit (Yeah), but I back it up though +A lot of niggas can't back it up (Talk that shit, Boose) +Another classic album, straight smoke +And I put that on [?] (Talk that shit, nigga) +Yeah (Talk that shit) +They say I've been goin' off lately (Talk that shit, nigga) +Bitch, I been goin' off (Yeah) +I been the don (Yeah), the GOAT (Talk that shit, nigga) +This for my boujee fans, they know one thing + +[Verse] +Get on live, I'm [?] +But realer than any them niggas you talkin' +Fuckin' and duckin' them bitches you stalkin' (Track life) +Thuggin' in public with [?] (Talk that shit) +I keep two bitches and both of 'em gorgeous +One from the ocean and one from New Orleans +They got that voodoo, that voodoo pussy +I probably been in your lil' bitch lil' pussy (Talk that shit) +King of the slums since I was a lil' nigga +Went from a dealer to runnin' with killers (Yeah) +I get you hit for a couple of pillars (Yeah) +I been to war with a couple of killers (Talk that shit) +I'm in Atlanta, I'm sleepin' on [?] (Woo) +Sleepin' real good, I'm surrounded by [?] (Yeah) +I'm chasin' that money, you see me on [?] (Talk that shit) +My niggas got Glocks at the baggage claim (Uh) +How this nigga stay hot for another year? (Talk that shit) +'Cause they always gon' have a gutter here (Ooh) +These bitches they lovin' my style and I'm gettin' money +So bad ones, they fuck in here (Yeah) +If we walkin' 'bout GOATs, then you must mention me +22 years, I ain't miss a beat +Music money, that was lil' money (Lil' money) +I get film money, different money (Uh) +Lil' bitch, when I shine, it's a different [?] (Talk that shit) +My winners, they right here, nigga (Yeah) +Bitch, I still got a grudge, my mind in the mud +They saw how y'all did me in jail, nigga (Pussy ass niggas) +I was solid as stone, they threw they stones +I shook that shit off like, "Whatever, man" (Talk that shit) +I promise my payback be special, man (What you did?) +So I came home, got another [?] (Cut up, boo) +Ballin' on bitches and flossin' my kids +Forties on forties connected with sticks +You got a bed for you and your bitch +I got a bed for your bitch and her [?] (Talk that shit) +Certified stepper, doin' my shit +Ooh, this bitch [?] +Yeah, talk that shit, but we 'bout that shit(What we did?) +Put his blood on a [?] (Yeah, yeah) +Beast mode, nigga, on G code, nigga (Talk that shit) +Swish that nigga like a free throw, nigga (Ooh) +Lil' niggas 'round me really need my wisdom +They'll take your chain like Debo, nigga (Talk that) +I'm a king in the ghetto like Z-Ro, nigga +Underrated rapper like Z-Ro, nigga (Talk that shit) +And I ain't kissin' no nigga ass to get a bag +I ain't with fake [?] I don't fuck with niggas (Straight up) +I started this wave for niggas, man (Talk) +With plenty change, showin' plenty bands (Talk) +Splittin' plenty heads up in minivans +Boosie had 'em with it in they hands (Talk that shit) +If you tired of me talkin', you tired of me flossin' (Floss) +Well, bitch, get a blindfold +I get more money as time go (Lay, lay) +I'll knock the meat out your taco (Lay) +God on my [?] like I'm Ralo (They love me) +Free all the real ones like Ralo (Thuggin') +Message to all of them gone (Gone) +I'm holdin' it down for the strong (Talk that shit) +I spray my own cologne (Bitch) +I smoke that super strong (Bitch) +Ol' bitch ass nigga be hatin' (Talk to 'em) +We ain't even in the same conversation +[Outro] +Know I'm 'bout to talk my shit +Hahaha +Pressure, pressure +Who harder than me?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Never Give UpChorus +No matter how tough, (no matter how tough) no matter how hard it seem. I never give up, (never give up) Imma always chase my dream. I heard dem niggas in the hood talm bout they dont love me no more (Blood). But on really give a fuck dem niggas kno how I roll +Verse 1 +And I never give up my nigga.(And thats a fact). Im built Ford tough my nigga. (From cross da track). I get dat bread my nigga, fuck dem feds my nigga, I can't be scared my nigga, scared mane dead my nigga. I got sum newborn babies, (hey) they dont even kno they daddy rap yet. They ain't even got teeth yet. Gotta get g stacks, real facts, make money but I give back, gotta feel that. Like pac Im in da studio all night. Hit for hit on da flight hollin thug life. Need a mansion for my mama, bentleys for the click gotta grind hard and be smart. Nigga hate me or love me Im still a beast. Rap and get money while u rap niggas sleep. I can't quit God sent me here to get it on. Ivy kids, and my kids Im ten strong +Chorus +No matter how tough, (no matter how tough) no matter how hard it seem. I never give up, (never give up) Imma always chase my dream. I heard dem niggas in da hood talm bout they dont love me no more (Blood). But on really give a fuck dem niggas kno how I roll +Verse 2 +Do u kno where I come from poverty, where most folk don't work or dont try to be (nothing) . Niggas chasin commodity in da project. Niggas play games so people got a complex. Come from nun so u kno I can't quit mane. Comin up I wanted to be da big mane. Feelings change when u dealing wit dat big change. Gotta get it dut sumtime, bust ya gut sumtime. 90 percent gone turn bitch. That other 10 percent that gone be ya real click. House on the hill just turned 25. Pressure on my shoulder mane I can't quit now. They got it and I want it. They thirsty but Im hungry. God sent me down this bitch to act a donkey. (thank u God). Sometimes I ain't givin a fuck. But I put that on my mama, I never give up foreal +Chorus +No matter how tough, (no matter how tough) no matter how hard it seem. I never give up, (never give up) Imma always chase my dream. I heard dem niggas in da hood talm bout they dont love me no more (Blood). But on really give a fuck dem niggas kno how I rollEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +See Some Pussy[Chorus:] +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat + +[Verse 1:] +Big booty bitches +Beautiful tities +Dance on that pool +Hundreds and fifties +Fall from the ceiling back down to the floor +I can pay your tuition +As well as your rent, bitch I’m making the dough +I got nothing but benzes +Rocking them regular +On bundles and bundles and none of them fraud +Better turn up for that cheque bitch +Better show them who the best bitch +Show them you can work a rose +And you can pop a bentley +Make a nigga throw that dough until his pocket empty +Hold on, wait a minute, ooh holy shit +If them nigga ain’t tipping +Then they broke as shit +Better ask around and call me Mr. Throw It All +Bitch I just want to see you show it all +[Chorus:] +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat + +[Verse 2:] +I want see some pussy +Girl I’m boosting you +Make that pussy breathe +And, I’m gonna throw these blues +Rub your hand on it, then look at me +Turn up, get that pussy warm +Suck on your fingers baby girl +I’m gonna make it thunderstorm +Drop down from that pole +Now you got me cooking +I just got out of jail, so +I want see some pussy, please +Last week I buy hard +Me and baby do fifty balls +B.I.K.O.D when they all naked +I don’t do no titty balls +I’m on mine, my dick hard +If it’s all soft, you ain’t going to enjoy +Came in with a bad bitch +My bitch pick, my bitch for me +Drop a couple bottles now I’m lean +I stucked got everybody looking +Girl won’t pay your rent, well +[Chorus:] +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +I want see some pussy +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty +Show me the kitty cat + +[Verse 3:] +Darn it look so good +I know you want to grab it +But only if you could +You know you wish you had it +But know I’m not your average +This bitch too bad +You say you got that bad +But throw some money at me +Throw some money daddy [x2] +Throw some money dad +Throw them money dad +Throw them money +Throw this money dad +Throw some, throw some money (laughing) +Throw them moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Look At Life Different[INTRO] +Everybody got a story +When I heard this story + +Boosie Bad Azz + +[VERSE 1] +He say son +I been here 40 years +Ain't had a visitor since 1987 (damn man) +Ain't had a money order, since my sister passed lil daddy +(You can get some of my food) +Long as I wake up every morning breathing +I'm still happy (Huh bruh) +I lost my Mama soon as I got my time man +(Ya Mama dead too?) +The family blame me for her passing +And I ain't lying man (Aw man) +I lost some fingers way back picking cotton in the field +Say his case was kinda straight +But he done ran through his appeals +I'm almost in tears +Say he don't want no lawyer +Say he wish he had a daughter +Cuz his son heart been cold since 6 years old +Told me when I leave, can I leave my socks & my tennis shoes +Shit even my [?] +Wish I could save ol man +[HOOK 1] +Conversations bring realities +Look at life differently +It make you look at life differently now + +Hard times and tragedies +Make you look at life differently + +[VERSE 2] +Talkin to this lady at visit +Who was waiting on her son +She say them people at Angola hatin on her son +And she don't play bout her son (I don't play bout my baby) +She say her 4th son got murdered +They killed him downtown +And her oldest on a charge +They saying he killed a boy from downtown +Asked me to pray with her +And asked me can I call Johnnie (Lil Johnnie) +Plus her baby boy who wildin, catchin body after body +The other son, he on the dog food +He lost up in New Orleans man +Imagine what this Mama saw man + +[HOOK 2] +I had to thank GOD for Boosie, Boosie, Boosie, Boosie, Boosie +I had to go and roll a Bugle, Bugle, Bugle, Bugle +My head was hurting +When I heard OG story +I had to thank GOD for Boosie, Boosie, Boosie, Boosie, Boosie +(I had to hit my knees, and say thank you GOD) +When that nigga told me +I had to really share a Bugle, Bugle, Bugle +He say he don't want no lawyer man +Lord + +[MUSIC CONTINUES TO END]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Loose as a Goose (feat. Foxx & Mouse)Uhh, ohh, loose as a goose +I be loose as a goose, loose as a goose +I be loose as a goose, loose as a goose +I be loose as a goose, loose as a goose + +I be loose as a goose, don't get me started +2 shots of Patron and I'm on in da party +I be loose as a goose, don't get me started +Wit a click of thug niggas when I step off in da party + +Loose as a goose, don't get me started +Full of dat liquor when I step up in da party +I be loose as a goose, don't get me started +Gone of dem jiggaz when I step up in da party + +Knock, knock, knock, knock, don't get me started +Cause I'll wild out and cock da Glock 40 +Knock, knock, knock, knock, don't get me started +Cause it can get retarded, you heard me retarded + +Got a body bag and a couple o' mask +I bust his ass den I pop anotha half +Comin' through da club, man, I got my own swag +Don't look wrong cause I will get on yo' ass + +Goons on deck, all my niggas actin' bad +Wipe me down, I'm on, bitch, I'm Boosie Bad Azz +Dat liquor got me trippin', can I have you, girl? +(Please?) +Can you give me head in da bathroom, girl? +4 car garage, man, I'm in my own world +Neck full of pieces, bitch, you gotta see me +Always good lookin', my mouth kinda crooked +I be loose all in central bookin', I'm Boosie Bad Azz + +I be loose as a goose, don't get me started +2 shots of Patron and I'm on in da party +I be loose as a goose, don't get me started +Wit a click of thug niggas when I step off in da party + +Loose as a goose, don't get me started +Full of dat liquor when I step up in da party +Loose as a goose, don't get me started +Gone of dem jiggaz when I step up in da party + +Look I be loose a den a freak hoe dat fuck +And give you deep throat +We in da club deep hoe, my tolerance is zero +When I be in da club you already know da dealio +V.I.P be full of bad bitches like a video + +And I'm standin' where da dough at, we buyin' all da Moet +You betta take yo' hoe and leave if we ain't got yo' hoe yet +I'm loose like a goose, wit a duce of dat juice +It might slow yo' ass down but to me it's a boost +I'm a muthafuckin' gangsta in da club, where da G's at? +And I ain't talkin' car when they ask you where da ki's at +Make yo' ol lady put her head where her knees at +If you don't break it off they a find her where da leaves at + +Dolla, dolla bill all a nigga really need +I knew how ta count da money before I knew how to read +Bet dat choppa go and knock a nigga arm out his sleeve +Cause when I get loose, somebody child gon' bleed + +I be loose as a goose, don't get me started +2 shots of Patron and I'm on in da party +I be loose as a goose, don't get me started +Wit a click of thug niggas when I step off in da party + +Loose as a goose, don't get me started +Full of dat liquor when I step up in da party +Loose as a goose, don't get me started +Gone of dem jiggaz when I step up in da partyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +West Coast[Intro:] +Bad ass nigga +They love me, they love me, can't help it, they love me, they love me + +[Chorus:] + +They love me on the west coast +They love me on the west coast +They love me on the west coast +Best Smoke +Man they love me on the west coast + +[verse 1:] + +Up in Oakland, I be smokin' +Im a hood superstar, im the coldest +Got a lot of bad chicks, lot of Trojans +Me and Snoop in the lab getting loaded +All the girls say they love how i talk so i talk how i talk +Im a motha fuckin boss +Catch me coming i dont [?] +To the hood where its good, YG 400 +Big love in L.A now +In santa ana man im bigger then a space ship +Got them niggas with them chucks on turnt up +Got the bait on lock, Steph Curry man +In the west i got the streets down +Got the Crips and the Bloods on speed dial +Got my CD on replay +I just talked to Kendrick Lamar dawg and geuss what he say +[Chorus:] + +They love me on the west coast (love me on the west coast) +They love me on the west coast (love me on the west coast) +They love me on the west coast +Best Smoke (best smoke) +On the west coast + +They love me on the west coast (bad ass nigga) +They love me on the west coast +Nigga really fuck with me on the west coast? +(bad chicks) They love me on the west coast + +[Verse 2:] + +I do my thing on the west coast +As a child, i always wished i had fame on the west coast +Blood, Blood, rock with game on the west coast +Crip, Crip, Rock with Nip on the west coast +Best smoke, hurt ya chest ya dig +This for my G's and my Mexicans +San Diego where they bump the kid +Mr.[?] man they love you boy +On the 405 free way +Got a call, it was rick, that nigga freeway +He told me meet by his spot he got a freeplay +He say the song "me and mustard[?] is on reply" +Reply, this one for the DJ +Who keep me bumping up in cali like EA +If the cops get straight then we all in +If the fox hit em all then the girls scream +And they love me in Seattle, Washington, Las Vegas too +And Alaska too. They bang Boosie Boo +[Chorus:] + +They love me on the west coast (love me on the west coast) +They love me on the west coast (love me on the west coast) +They love me on the west coast +Best Smoke (best smoke) +On the west coast + +They love me on the west coast (bad ass nigga) +They love me on the west coast +Nigga really fuck with me on the west coast? +(bad chicks) They love me on the west coast + +[verse 3:] +Fuck with breezy, fuck with tyga +Got the reefer, got the lighter +Got the chicken and waffles and the sunset +Got a bad cali bitch watching the sunset +Hear my nigga J-Rock on the I6 +He like "swang by the hood so we can talk shit" +Old schools comin through bumpin Boosie +Frisco man they fucking with that Boosie +Sacramento man the fucking with the kid +Every city, every ghetto that i go to they know Boo +I been looking for a tender on the west coast +Boss bitch Kris Jenner on the west coast' +Being toxic, toxic, loaded +Tripping me and Deshawn Jackson talking sporty +Cali girl on my side, and she the coldest +And her and all her girls told me +[Chorus:] +They love me on the west coast +They love me on the west coast (nigga what) +Nigga really fuck with me on the west coast? +(Compton nigga) they love me on the west coast + +[Outro:] + +Phoenix fucking with a nigga gosh dam,aw yeah +Even salt lake city fucking with a nigga +Badass niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lost for WordsShot on my birthday +Violence ain’t no new friend to me +Jit the Beast + +Lost for words +Guess you’re lost for them with me +20 / 2020, this ain’t tattoo-friendly (for real) + +Nothing can make me smile today +Not even a bag of Fendi (nothing) +Shots hit me, this ain’t even my city +Back gunshots is my reply to [?] (bout my business) + +You ever felt it coming +Call Ivy under the light before +Like a lot of shit going on +This world crazy, Phat +Need to come see you, daddy + +Another day seen +Came to show love with no hating +If I wouldn’t have shown love to 3 +It would’ve been a fake thing +And I’m a straight G +But I’m +Lost for my own words +Shot like my own work +Violence ain’t no new friend to me +Violence ain’t no new friend to me + +Lost for my own words +Shot like my own work +Promise you blood and memories +Promise you blood and memories + +Hey Mr. Hatch I guess you don’t wanna talk (yeah) +I guess we’re understood +I smiled inside, they know I’m solid +Best feeling in the world (I swear to God) + +Tell Moms I’m good, don’t make this big +Like this the end of the world +Tell all my kids I’m good, fly out my girl +Threw my phones and went in surgery + +In surgery +Thinking bout niggas that I done dirty dirty +In surgery, smirking +Damn, this my first perc, thirty thirty + +We swerving, love them boys +This ain’t no Instagram +Boosie beef, it get insta-slammed +Can’t support all you [?] off Instagram +Lost for my own words +Shot like my own work +Violence ain’t no new friend to me +Violence ain’t no new friend to me + +Lost for my own words +Shot like my own work +Promise you blood and memories +Promise you blood and memories + +Nigga you seen way more harder shit than this +That’s what I used to tell my niggas +When they was on their hospital bed hit +And we would get back quick + +So like them lil gangstas on that bed, bitch +I’ma shake back quick +Shot at eight times, six missed (thank you, God) +One grazed, one hit (thank you, God) + +This rap game dangerous shit +I’m the one who done said +Two shootouts in 2020 +Still this ain’t nothing like ’07 + +You never know who gonna go next +Keep close all your lil steppers +Lil Mo gone, beautiful heart +Know that lil nigga in heaven +Still I’m +Lost for my own words +Shot like my own work +Violence ain’t no new friend to me +Violence ain’t no new friend to me + +Lost for my own words +Shot like my own work +Promise you blood and memories +Promise you blood and memories + +Lost for words like a motherfucker +I’m alright though +The only thing that matters +I’m alright though + +Nigga +Violence ain’t no new… +Violence ain’t no new…EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Testify[Chorus] +This is what's wrong +No love at home +This is what's wrong +No jobs to work +This is what's wrong +Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt +Too many tryna lurch we be hurting too long +I testify +I testify +I tell the truth I hold my hand +I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand +I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand +I talk for 'em let me help you understand + +[Verse 1] +You know how many people have been 'round this mother fucker +People really scared 'round this mother fucker +If you don't find a program for the Mac and the Sam +They gonna grow up like Greg and his big brothers +Nigga tired of making music and they making money +Niggas spending money but they making none +Now your right in front of stoves cooking nose run +Mother fucker did I testify +You made money stayed in crime +Put they hands through the line +And Marvin Gaye said what's going on +Holies in Cali and Texas they high +You looking dumb like what's going on +I ain't hating on Trump I'm just saying +No day for some travel on some plane +We need get help us let +The water they be drinking is dirty as the rain +Black people man data left us in the rain +Shot us in the back when they saw are fucking heat +Got us on the back thought we couldn't shake back +We're on three strikes fuck Bill Clinton +We're in the hood tryna get gold well +Call is too high most of the rich never went +So why do we strive +You can have insurance but they still won't pay the whole bills for you +Wake up this life is too real for you +[Chorus] +This is what's wrong +No love in home +This is what's wrong +No jobs to work +This is what's wrong +Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt +Too many tryna lurch we be hurting too long +I testify +I testify +I tell the truth I hold my hand +I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand +I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand +I talk for 'em let me help you understand + +[Verse 2] +You know why the kids overweight right +Cuz all you let 'em do is play on that damn iPod +You don't let 'em run and play like they used to do back in the day +So they never lose weight when they try hard +Nigga tell 'em on the arm board +Got caught go whip a kush +You should see the pussy +I testify +Nigga said that he was hating so he ratted +That ain't why he ratted, ratted cuz the nigga he won't need a pussy +Race walls I don't wanna be a race car +Stay the fuck might get hit with a raycha +Cuz a bitch tell a lie for a dollar bill +The same bitch who would die for a dollar bill +That won't pay the teacher but It'll pay the judge +Where the cure for diabetes won't you get it up +You'll never get it up +They don't wanna lose niggas so they thinking 'bout the money +They don't give a fuck +I'm just tired of seeing wrong got the wrong +What I'm seeing with my eyes is a murder scene +White boy killed 9 black people in a church +He was hungry to get that bitch Burger King +[Chorus] +This is what's wrong +No love in home +This is what's wrong +No jobs to work +This is what's wrong +Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt +Too many tryna lurch we be hurting too long +I testify +I testify +I tell the truth I hold my hand +I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand +I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand +I talk for 'em let me help you understand +I testifyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Off the Flap[Intro] +GMB +ETCL, you better tell 'em, nigga +I don't give a fuck, nigga +Off the flap +GMB + +[Chorus] +Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap) +I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap) +Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down) +Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap) +Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap) +I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap) +Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down) +Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap) + +[Verse 1] +Off the flap, this that gangsta shit (Yeah) +Armed and I'm dangerous (Who?) +Really 'bout stankin' shit +Off the flap, we 'bout stankin' shit +We do murders on highways (Ooh) +Leave 'em in driveways (Ooh) +Hang out that bitch sideways +Split that boy five ways +Fuck it, go on that 'Gram, then (Yeah) +Get yo' ass slammed, then (Ooh) +Fuck you, yo' mama, bitch +And fuck all yo' damn friends +It's up, ain't no turnin' back +When I come, don't you turn a rat +Everything checked out +You better Google it, tore his hat +It's levels to this shit, off the flap, get your money +I ain't 'splaying a nigga bitch off the flap, I'ma fuck her +Where the dice up in this bitch, fuck the rap (Check this out) +You ain't my dawg, I ain't finna give you dap (Off the fuckin' flap) +[Chorus] +Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap) +I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap) +Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down) +Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap) +Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap) +I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap) +Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down) +Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap) + +[Verse 2] +She hit the stage and she make that ass clap +Off the flap, that a bad bitch there (Yeah) +Step in the club, all the dopeboys stare (Woo) +Know she bad, long hair, don't care (Off the fuckin' flap) +Promise you it's bigger than this rap (Yeah) +So think about everything that I promise 'fore you rap (Yeah) +That rappin' ain't yappin', mane, we don't do that in the south +And you don't know my bitch so keep my bitch up out your mouth (Pussy, ho) +And I don't owe you shit off the flap, pussy nigga +I don't owe you a deal 'cause you rap, pussy nigga +I ain't shot no marbles with ya +I ain't bust no forties with ya +So I ain't comin' in the party with ya (Straight up) +Off the fuckin' flap +[Chorus] +Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap) +I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap) +Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down) +Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap) +Mane, this bigger than this rap, off the flap (Off the flap) +I don't wanna give you dap off the flap (Off the fuckin' flap) +Every nigga with me, make ya take a nap (Lay down) +Cocked and ready bitches on my fuckin' lap (Off the flap) + +[Outro] +Put my city on the map +Everybody know it's bigger than this rap (They know, boss) +Off the flap (Off the flap) +Off the flapEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lotta Respect[Intro: Boosie Badazz & Quavo] +Boosie Badazz, Migo! UH! +Got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Ask a nigga 'bout me +Wooh, UH! +Wooh, UH! + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo] +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot (nigga!) +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Migos and Boosie, we got the respect +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Boosie and Migos, we got the respect +[Verse 1: Offset] +Respect me like Aretha Franklin +Respect the fact that I got Benjamin Franklins +Living out the bando, trap out the vacant +Doctor Offset, I got a lot of patients +When I got out of jail I wasn’t a free agent +You can hate that I’m rich, I appreciate it +Thanking my mama, look what you created +I’m in the PJ, headed to Jamaica +Maison Margielas, safari, a gator +You sweet like candy, rob you now or later +Call Domingo, he annihilate you +Don’t press my buttons, I will violate you +Bald head Lamborghini, cancer patients +Diamonds shining, you hallucinating +Looking at hundreds, that’s my motivation +Used to have chickens in the bando basement +Ain’t talking bout money, ain’t no conversation +Grab the Pyrex and we whipping Caucasian +Tray One got the seals like we in the Navy +They respect me, they know I can still ship a baby + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo] +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot (nigga!) +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Migos and Boosie, we got the respect +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Boosie and Migos, we got the respect +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Got a whole lotta, got a whole chopper +Coroner, can’t call the doctor +Ride all night, we gone solve the problem +I, I, I got respect, fuck busting them checks, mister finesse +Know I’m grinding in my neighborhood +Ain’t nothing but a real ass nigga +Street nigga from the neighborhood +Have respect, on the set selling yayo +Bust a nigga’s face up with the four four +[?] like soldiers do, newspaper say we standing over you +We just do what we 'posed to do +Use it every time we pull it +Big chains on, I’m a gold mouth bullet +30 in the clip, man the whole bar feel it +In the dirt, my respect gon' put ya +Last nigga tried but he couldn’t +Dog every ho who give me pussy +Outlaw, I don’t know another way to put it +Got respect nigga! + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo] +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot (nigga!) +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Migos and Boosie, we got the respect +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Boosie and Migos, we got the respect +[Verse 3: Quavo] +Pull up with choppers just for respect (respect) +I pull up in your hood 'cause I got respect (hood) +AK-47 kill tech (raow) +Don’t nobody s’posed to know bout that (nobody) +Plug dropping off the anthrax (thrax) +My young niggas trap out of fanny packs (fanny pack) +You got to respect that I took your ho (woo!) +Took her to the top floor then I hit from the back (uh!) +Migos and Boosie pull up, Rari's back to back (skrt) +Damn, they having a heart attack (damn) +Young rich nigga, yeah we count millions (M&M's) +Passin' hundred dollars to the children (here) +You got to respect how we living (respect it) +Got the choppers out nigga, no feelings (rah) +'Til a nigga might get out of business (business) +Then a young nigga handling business (handle business) +Baow, kraow, no witness (no) +I’m in the lab, Quavo the chemist (wooh, whip!) +On the Nawf I was Quavo the menace (uh) +Came from pennies, now I’m having them riches (riches) +You feel me? + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo] +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot (nigga!) +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Migos and Boosie, we got the respect +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Boosie and Migos, we got the respect + +[Verse 4: Takeoff] +Takeoff +They respect a young nigga 'cause I can paint a perfect picture, no Mona Lisa (I can) +Go cross the country, don’t need a Visa +I’m smoking on OG, you smoking sativa (gas) +So many diamonds on my neck a nigga caught the measles +The critics writin' say that Migos bigger than the Beatles +Take a trip to put the work [?] in Costa Rica +Snow bunnies in the lab, been geeking, I got jungle fever +I take the pot, no Billie Jean, but I got to beat it +Rap shit, Floyd Money Mayweather, we undefeated +Chopper [?], scary nigga, jeepers creepers +In the kitchen whipping the chicken, I’m selling chicken tenders +Burglar bar doors trapping out the windows +30 round extension hanging from my pistol +Once that hollow hit you it’ll rip your tissue +You an internet gangster, sending shots subliminal +I’m in the bando with the criminals +So many narcotics, nigga need tentacles +Wake up in the morning, say my blessing +Put my Migos chain on, my diamonds screaming Peekaboo + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz &Quavo] +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot (nigga!) +Got a whole lotta lotta, got a whole lotta lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Migos and Boosie, we got the respect +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect +Got a whole lot +Got the respect, got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +We got the respect, we got the respect +Boosie and Migos, we got the respect2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lucifer[Intro] +You are listening to a Dominic Green production +Hahahahahaha + +[Verse 1] +How you doin'? It’s the Boosie (What up, man?) +I been here for a long time (Who you is?) +I was here when you was born +And I'll be here when you die +I got some crack if you wan' sell it +You’ll be my friend in due time +Me and your daddy used to run it +All them years 'fore he died (How you know my daddy?) +I'm from the other side +I'm the one made you get money when your mother cried +Well did my family get me off 400? yeah, fuckin' right +What you doin'? Let's hit the club tonight +I got some white girls wanna fuck +But I don't fuck with white girls +Boosie, why? +’Cause they set ya up +Ya need to call your cousin Trell +Tell him get back on the road +You know everybody love that nigga +That boy, he could have all the hoes +Nah, he done gave his life to God, bruh +Hol’ up, what you talkin' God for? +I’m just sayin', he with the man now +Well, I don't believe in God, thug +Oh, you Muslim? +No, I'm real +Heard ’bout your beef in yo' city +Don't even worry, got some lil' niggas +Who gon' handle that business +The people miss ya, I ain't lyin' +You need to move back to your city +Know you still got some niggas need to be whacked in yo' city +Who you is? +[Chorus] +He said his name was Lucifer, he said a lot +One thing 'bout Mr. Lucifer, he knew a lot +He knew my daddy, knew my cousins +Knew my niggas off the block +I guess I sit right there and listen +'Cause he promised me a lot +Mr. Lucifer + +[Verse 2] +How you doin', son? +I'm chillin' +Well, I'm makin' rounds +I just went and bought you a gun +I'm on parole +You good, it's clean +You need to rearrange your team, listen close to me +What you sayin'? +Stop fuckin' with all them niggas, dawg, and go through me +I don't even know you like that, though +Well, I know you like my backhand +Know you would shoot a nigga in the face behind your back end +Well, who you fuck with? +I got no friends, and you shouldn't have 'em neither +Wish you could ask Lil Nick 'bout me +I'm the one give him them heaters +How you know Nick? +That was my dawg, I used to hustle with his pops +Told ya boss man I'm from the other side (Hahahahahaha) +[Chorus] +He said his name was Lucifer, he said a lot +One thing 'bout Mr. Lucifer, ooh, he knew a lot +He knew my daddy, knew my cousins +Knew my niggas off the block +I guess I sit right there and listen +'Cause he promised me a lot +He on the line, Mr. Lucifer + +[Verse 3] +You need to change your show up, start jumpin' in the stings +What? +With all your jewelry on +Man, you trippin' +Nigga better not fuck with 'em +You need to beef with all these rappers who ain't talkin' real +But I fuck with all the rappers +But keep it real, I know how you feel, shit +Fuck them rappers +Wanna roll? Shit, I got them pills +What them here? +These them triple stack +Shit, oh yeah? Give me a half of that +Shit, them bitches roll, but look here, dawg +This what I'm talkin' 'bout +I know a nigga right now with half a million at his mama house +How you know? You been in his mama house? +Yeah, I used to fuck his mama +I really watched this lil nigga stack every dollar +[Chorus] +He said his name was Lucifer, he said a lot +One thing 'bout Mr. Lucifer, ooh, he knew a lot +He knew my daddy, knew my cousins +Knew my niggas off the block +I guess I sit right there and listen +'Cause he promised me a lot +He on the line, Mr. Lucifer + +[Outro] +Take from the weak, kill everybody +Snatch the hearts out of men who don't wanna be men +Remember, there's no God +You are the reason you have everything you have +There's no God +Daddy, Daddy, wake up, who is Lucifer? +Ahh, shit, I'm alright Torrence +Why do you keep on sayin' Lucifer? +I'm good1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Street Wars[Intro] +Say thug +Them niggas at war across town +Sad part about it, them niggas used to be on the same corner, same block +Now they’re beefing +Boosie Badazz +Street wars turn violent +Real talk + +[Verse 1] +These niggas used to run together, thug and stunt together +This when they was juveniles smoking weed, sipping jungle juice +One blew, one hustled, never grew, so he building cases +Throwing slangs in his words, this nigga really hate him +Never thinking ‘bout this nigga money on his mind +If his homie don’t see this coming, then homie blind +They kicked the door, hit for the works, somebody knew the spot +Cameras got ‘em, it was them niggas off your own block +But guess who sent them though? It was his nigga, yo +He like “not my nigga though, he dangerous, got to kill him though” +So K’s bust in ‘cause both sides will grave something +Keep it with me, you ain’t saying nothing + +[Hook] +Street wars turn violent +Old friends shooting old friends +Wild gun firing +Damn, got to keep it everywhere I go +Street wars turn violent +Damn dog, why you want to kill me? +Now I see it’s gun firing +Chopper, chopper, chopper +Put that on my mama +Street wars turn violent +[Verse 2] +Verse 2 for all my niggas in the dirt too +Murked a lot of niggas, but in the end, he got murked too +We Chi-Town living up in my city, strictly give you the business +E-, e-, e-, everybody got extensions +On the powerline, the tenants, everybody thugging +Nigga just had a shootout and them niggas second cousins (damn) +What the fuck going on? +Nigga shooting at each other ‘bout a song, better have your pistol +Fuck around with Boosie Boo, better have your hitters +I don’t have no feelings, turn to Mad Max, nigga +Them niggas killing for their boy who was a rat +But that boy took care of niggas, they’re coming back + +[Hook] +Street wars turn violent +Old friends shooting old friends +Wild gun firing +Damn, got to keep it everywhere I go +Street wars turn violent +Damn dog, why you want to kill me? +Now I see it’s gun firing +Chopper, chopper, chopper +Put that on my mama +Street wars turn violent +[Verse 3] +They’ve done killed Big Nut, what the fuck? +Got the whole ATL fucked up, rest in peace, blood +It’ll never end for Soulja Slim, rest in peace, thug +Niggas changing by the hour, this is me, thug +They killed this nigga’s son, now they’re busting guns +Fighting in the club, ain’t no 1-on-1 +They just killed this little hustler +But the hustler had some first cousins and a big brother, and they’re all slanging +Even a scary nigga’s killing, they’re all dangerous +Big dog just made the call, now they’re all stinking +Niggas murking each other right on the set +One nigga jealous of the next + +[Hook] +Street wars turn violent +Old friends shooting old friends +Wild gun firing +Got to keep it everywhere I go +Street wars turn violent +Damn dog, why you want to kill me? +Now I see it’s gun firing +Chopper, chopper, chopper +Put that on my mama +Street wars turn violentEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Miss U[Intro:] +Now Imma Do This One For The Mommas Who Lost Dey Babies, For The Niggas Who Lost Dey,... And The Lil Boys And Girls Who Lost Dey Daddys + +[Verse 1:] +See These Devils Dey Do You Wrong(Dirty Mutafuckas)Niggas Died To Get Money Long(Dirty Mutafuckas)Everybody Gotta Hustle And They Hustle And They Strong Here Today Next Day You Gone In Ths Hood I Roam.Carla Hit Me On The Phone Like Becky Gone Camrae Just Died And Tefa Gone(Dedeauxs)For Every Momma Lost A Child They Gone Play This Song Missing Her Baby More And More Everyday He Gone + +[Verse 2:] +Sincerly To Miss Linda From My Heart And Soul Twin You Still Gotta Brother Mutafucka You My Thug Til The Day I Go.Wish I Can Spin A Block Wit Ivy And Joc,Wish I Can Count Cake Wit Ace,Wish I Smoke Dope With Roe Mane Make You Feel Like God Tryna Tell You Something So Much Death In This World Niggas Ain't Scared Of. Remeber The Police They Killed My Nigga Nail Shawn On The Front Road Pulling Out A 8.(Damn) + +[Chrous:] +Sometimes I Wanna Break Down And Cry Cuz You Don't Know How Bad I Miss You Neva Gone Foget The Time That We Shine +[x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My lifeThug in my Life +[Talking] +Attention ladies I'm tired of playin +Why the fuck you tryin fuck when you know you gotta man +Wonder if my girl like that thank about it +That's what got me packin and I'm out it +Lets go + +[Verse one] +She keep on askin me bout hoes everyday +But I'm comin home to you so fuck what these hoes say +But its time to go +So now I'm searchin at the club +Hopein I can find somebody just like me a straight thug +With a heart of a winner who fix me breakfast for dinner +Who won't fuss when I get home just let go up in her +That's what I'm lookin for +A girl who far from a rookie bra +But she gotta be raw so all my haters could look at her +So thru the door came this click of lil cuties +And I was hopein one of them would like to get with lil boosie +So I picked the rawest one out the click +Grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this + +[Chorus: repeat] +I need a thug in my life +And you ain't gotta be my wife +Just hold me down when its tight +And we gone ride on first class +And you ain't gotta be afraid +Anything you want you ask +[Verse two] +Now on the first day she told me +That we could only be friends +Say she was hurt once before by this lil nigga with ends +Ran into me bout her problems as she lay on the pillow +Told me how her momma died and how her pops was a killer +Told me how she lost her virgin to this nigga who lied +Broke her heart told her he loved her just to get up inside +That's when we went on a ride to New Orleans +I made her smile the whole time +I laced a bottle with wine and told her this is how it should be +And asked her can have her heart she said could be +I told her bout my lifetime that's when she started to cry +Told me she coulnd't believe that I was walkin the life +I told all I want from her is her heart +Don't worry bout the sex we can do that when you want start +She ain't want to go home so I let her stay with me +And whispered in her ear right before she lay to sleep + +[Chorus: repeat] + +[Verse three] +As time went on we got on (we got on) +Now three months later we majoring back and forth to Las Vegas +Smokin on Garcia Vega and my hoes mad +I told them get they shit together now they see all leather +On my wrist is the better see my bitch bout whatever +And she was taught by Torrance Hatchett so she was taught by the devil +Wasn't no thug when I met her but I seen it up in her +And she love my thug pleasures so I got me a winner +Breakfast or dinner she happy for a thug on time +And when we fuckin she be screamin like I'm touchin her spine +I know I'm touchin her mind cause she ain't never had a thug +Who fucked in a suit over the city in a tub +And money don't change her +She stay the same thru thick and thin +Kept her pussy in her draws when I went off to the pen +That's why she drive my benz she more than a friend +She the one who took the charge when the door got kicked in +Ya heard meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bonnie and Clyde[Intro] +Badazz 3.5 +This that motherfucking Bonnie and Clyde, nigga +2018, on my name, nigga +Clyde, Bonnie Clyde, Clyde + +[Pre-Chorus] +This bitch was bad (This bitch was bad) +Really mean (This bitch a G) +Count that money like a nigga in the street +Watch my back when I'm sleep (She got my back) +This shit is deep (This shit is deep) +This bitch was bad, she was loyal like Lil’ Bleek + +[Chorus] +Man, she say her name was Bonnie +They call her Bonnie, Bonnie +I told her, bae, I'm Clyde +They call me Clyde, yeah + +[Verse 1] +She was loyal like Lil' Bleek +She can G for G with me (Yeah) +Go and get that money with me +And she a freak up in the sheets (Yeah) +Wake you up, get her nut +Wake that dick up out of sleep (Uh-huh) +She wake it up, we ’bout to fuck +Put that bitch right back to sleep (Uh, uh) +That's my down bitch +Gutter, cute, and classy all around bitch +Fuck these pussy niggas in this world, I got a down bitch +We say fuck these niggas, he been rockin' with his bitch (Straight up) +She gon' bring him all his money (Guess what?), and sell all this shit +We called her... +[Chorus] +Bonnie +They call her Bonnie, Bonnie +I told her, bae, I'm Clyde +They call me Clyde + +[Post-Chorus] +This bitch was bad, super bad +Really mean, bitch a G +Count that money like a nigga in the street +Watch my back when I'm asleep (She got my back) +This shit is deep (This shit is deep) +This bitch was bad, she was loyal like Lil' Bleek + +[Verse 2] +Took that charge when they stop +Took that lick, that's how that go (That’s how that go) +She say, "That’s mine," they say, "You sure?" She say, "Let's go" +She hit the club and let ’em know (That's my nigga) +She let 'em know (Ah shit) +She say that's my dick, you better stay in line, ho + +[Chorus] +Man, she say her name was Bonnie +They call her Bonnie, Bonnie +I told her, bae, I’m Clyde +They call me Clyde +[Post-Chorus] +This bitch was bad, super bad +Really mean, bitch a G +Count that money like a nigga in the street +Watch my back when I'm asleep (She got my back) +This shit is deep (This shit is deep) +This bitch was bad, she was loyal like Lil' Bleek + +[Chorus] +What's your name, girl? +Bonnie +What's your name, baby? +Bonnie +Show that ho your name is +Clyde, Clyde + +[Outro] +And I'm Clyde +Gangster with it +2018 Bonnie and ClydeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hurricane[Chorus] +Been through it all +I'm talkin' storm, and rain +So many people put dirt on my name +I got mo' problems as I got mo' fame +A lot of cowards use my name in vain +I hope they ready for this Hurricane +I hope they ready for this Hurricane +This a deadly fuckin' Hurricane +I hope they ready for this Hurricane + +[BOOSIE - VERSE 1] +Peter Piper, Peter Piper pepper +They call me names +Ya'll some fuckin' devils +I seek revenge, stackin' plenty cheddar +These cowards try to bring me down to get on my level +Now check tha weather +It's a bad ass hurricane +They worried mane +These winds, they come and flourish mane +Bow! +Do ya dirty mane +Come and tear tha whole city up +Andrew, Katrina +Might call for ya people +But they ain't come save ya like FEMA +You let ya words overload ya ass +You made a nigga mad +You thought prison would kill me +Just made another bag +Cold cash on yo hoe ass +Jewelhouse, my own swag +Top spot, I want that +16, I own that nigga +[Chorus] +Been it through it all +I'm talkin' storm, and rain +So many people put dirt on my name +I got mo' problems as I got mo' fame +A lot of cowards use my name in vain +I hope they ready for this Hurricane +I hope they ready for this Hurricane +This a deadly fuckin' Hurricane +I hope they ready for this Hurricane + +[HURRICANE CHRIS - VERSE 2] +Ready, set, go +AK in tha car +I roll up, and smoke a nigga +No cigar +Carbon 15 tucked down in my jeans +Tha first nigga sneeze +I'm makin' him bleed +Tha King of BR +Tha Ratchet Ambassador +Tha choppa go blaka +Now you need a catheter +First shoot tha driver +Then kill all tha passengers +I took a loss +Bought some bricks, then I wrap 'em up +No carbon dueces +When killers come after ya +Disrespectful lil' bitch +Next time he call sayin' Hurricane name +Mane tell that nigga suck a dick +Sick of givin' pussies tha benefit of tha doubt +Need to go back to battin' 'em in tha mouth +Back to back in them Porches +No backin' down +Graduated killers +Fuck the cap and gown +Don't be scared cuz a nigga back in town +You was runnin' round like you ran shit +Wit' a loud mouth +And a lack of respect +Nigga you gon' get yo ass kicked +Be a man +Tell me to my face +And give ya voice a lil' bass +Cuz I could really bring pressure +I just hope you can carry the weight +Let's go! +[Chorus] +Been it through it all +I'm talkin' storm, and rain +So many people put dirt on my name +I got mo' problems as I got mo' fame +A lot of cowards use my name in vain +I hope they ready for this Hurricane +I hope they ready for this Hurricane +This a deadly fuckin' Hurricane +I hope they ready for this HurricaneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bottom[Intro] +On the bottom +On the bottom +Michail on the beat + +[Verse 1] +One at the foot, two at the head, my nigga +One ain't shut up, one peed the bed, my nigga (Shut the fuck up) +Burglaries, that's what fed my niggas (Yeah) +Bottom of the fuckin' map, that's what bred my niggas +I'm talkin' peanut butter, jelly +Go and fuck a bitch at the thirty-nine dollar telly (Telly) +And score a pack +Quick to lend a real friend 'cause I know he gon' pay it back +If I slip, I know he gon' kill a rat (Bang) +Hard for us to stack +'Cause a nigga need hoes and clothes (Yeah) +Playin' bingo with my hand when I saw me a rose +Now lil' Boosie, he the man, and I drive me a Rolls +Top dawg, county boy, he gon' blow +I want the whole world to know + +[Chorus] +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?) +From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?) +From the bottom, mayne (Yeah) +From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay) +'Til the final thang, mayne +[Verse 2] +Couple hits, now I'm hot, with them sticks in the drop, wildin' out +Goin' seventy (Go all out, go all out) +No more bricks, bitch, I rap and I'm on +All my niggas comin' home (Free my cousin' crossin' on) +Niggas told me, "Get your money, motherfuck" (In that five) +Protect your bag, shoot a hundred, motherfucker (Yeah, get that bag) +I was really raised the hard way (Hard way) +If I ain't had it, I would take your Penny Hardaway (Penny Hardaway) +I had fame, cancer came, I had harder days (Oh Lord) +I thought 'bout runnin' from parole and throwin' it all away (Oh Lord) +Me and OG Dre sat on the couch and smoked a pound a day (Ayy) +Who ever thought I'd have a sack to smoke a pound a day (Real) + +[Chorus] +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (No one can stop what God got) +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga (Where we from?) +From the bottom, mayne (Where we from, nigga?) +From the bottom, mayne (Yeah) +From the bottom, mayne (Yay-yay) +'Til the final thang, mayne + +[Outro] +No one can stop what God got for you, nigga +It ain't where you from, it's where you goin' +Same people talk about you, one day soon, they will copy you, nigga +When them diamonds hit your neck and you start glowin' +Then I got on the radio +Now they wanna do the rodeo +They say, his hood-ass always talkin' 'bout head +'Cause in the hood, it ain't about the pussy +But that you get the bitch head +It's that bottomEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Park It Lik Bih[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +You in the presence of some motherfuckin’ genius +(Motherfuckin’ genius) +Watch all it, bitch +(Watch all it, bitch) +Watch out, ho +(Watch out, ho) +I’m a show ya how to do it +(I’m a show ya how to do it) + +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +We make these other niggas park it +Park it +Oooh wheee +I come around the corner sparkling +Sparkling +Hahahaha +Saucy +Saucy +Straight up + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Man, you niggas ain’t +Shinin’ right +Y’all just talkin’ +Y’all just talkin’ +Your grill ain’t doin’ the Japanese, my friend +You ain’t Sanchie +(Nah, nigga) +You talk and hit us, my nigga +But we’re your donkey +In other countries +We then put them fuckin’ diamonds there +On monkeys +Haha +Well what you talkin’ ‘bout +You know I come from Johnny +On Facetime with Sky +The other line +I got Mezzani +Oooh +I’m real and +I’m never gonna change +(And I’m never gonna change) +I’m real and +I’m stayin’ the same +(Fuck this) +Look at the bezel and chain +I deserve every chain (real nigga) +Big gold chain with the big block +(The big block) +Run up in the club +With the stick high +(Stick high) +Get in my way at the tip top +Got a real chop like Sauce Walk +I look good wherever I go +(Whereever I go) +My [?] is up in the store +It’s seven thousand a show +That’s why I’m fuckin’ your ho +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +I make these other niggas park it +Park it +Park it lik bih [repeated] +I come around the corner sparkling +Ooooh, that bitch look good +Make me feel good +Park it lik bih [repeated] +I make ‘em park it +Park it +Park it lik bih [repeated] +Yeah +Whoo +This bitch look good +Make me feel good + +[Verse 2: Sauce Walka] +I remember it was all a dream +A dream +Got me pickin’ wings +All we could afford is choppers +But we wanted bigger things +Down in South Park +Or Martin Luther King +Where the youngers sling dope +By the swings +They tryn’a be kings +The only way to do it is the queen +I’m so proud to be successful +‘Cause my momma was a fiend +(My momma) +Whoever thought that I’d be pimpin’ hoes +And sellin’ music? +(Whoever) +I grew up around bandanas and AK’s shootin’ +Still remember the first day +The twins met LaBoucie +(Boucie) +I had a [?] that my bitch bought from James Bond movie +(I’m a [?]) +Feelin’ debonair +Spinnin’ flavor everywhere +Before a nigga take my chain +I’ll see the electric chair +Bought my ice from King Johnny +Trophies of my dedication +Now they gotta watch these texters +Dialers all across the nation +I’m the reason why your wife +Parked outside my house +(I am) +I’m the reason you missin’ +A couple a thousand outside your account +‘Cause she paid the kid +[?] the bitch +You was beside her +But I really made the bitch +See I was a favorite +You cannot change the shit +You cannot change a thing +Hopin’ you change a name +Hope is a really good game +Look at me change +Takin’ me outta your brain +[Hook: Boosie Badazz] +To park it +I’ll roll the back wood and spark it +(I make these other niggas park it) +Spark it +Park it (park it) +Park it lik bih (park it) +I come around the corner sparkling +Oooh, this bitch look good +Make them feel good +Park it lik bih (park it) +I make them park it +Park it +Park it lik bih (park it) +Whoo +This bitch look good +Hahaha +Make me feel good +Make me, make me rap good +Makin’ them rock it there, motherfucker +Park it + +[Outro: Sauce Walka] +Look at the diamonds on me twin +Goddamn, look at them motherfuckers +The sun on your chest +You can’t motherfucker, Johnny +Park it lik bih, nigga +Hey, man, I got nuthin’ +[?] big chains +I got the cans, man +Hey, maybe, these diamonds on me +Came all out +Pussy nigga +I’m a wussy, yeah, yeah +Far from a rookie +Hey, man, it’s cool +I used to play hookie, man +‘Cause I was never in class +I was chasin’ the cans +I never heard about a slow day +It better be the whole day +‘Cause you did what I’m sayin’? +You better be the ho +Yeah, yeah +Park it +You understand me? +Get out the motherfuckin’ heels +And get on these wheels +Ya understand me? +And park it +And park it +Yeah +That motherfucker look good, too +I got fur on me, ho +That motherfucker taste good, too +Park it, bitch +Yeah, man +Cody in my cup, bitch +Park it +You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no money, bitch +Park it, bitch +I’m gonna tell you like this, ho +When you suck this dick after you pay for it +I’m a not [?], bitch +Yeah, this a rich nigga +Dig, ho +Park it, bitch +Yeah +You know what I’m talkin’ about +We ride on the motherfuckin’ highway, though +RightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Menace II Society[Intro] +Say thug +You wilding too hard out there to be 17 +Fuck it , mama dead +Ma daddy dead +I really just don’t give a fuck +Ima bus my guns to get it +GMB, GMB (GMB , GMB) + +[Hook] +I’m not the menace to society +Take a look at the society +(Take a look at the society) +Another one born again +Another menace to society +(Another menace to society) +(forgive em God) +Damn look at the society +(look where they at God, Protect em God) +Another menace to society + +[Verse 1] +He never knew his dad ‘cause his dad was a shooter +Before he got out pampers +Lost his daddy to some shooters +Where he grew up +Shit it wasn’t far from hell +Just playing round the house +Residue under his nails +Uncle never taught him nothing +Shit but how to put the clip in +Any questions bout to fire +I’m about to let the ripped in +Grew up seeing murder +Eight years old he was too gone +Momma selling pussy on the same corner school on +Lights went out he got cold +And he ain’t [?] +So he went by his auntie +And stole his cousin’s Mac 11 +He blasted a dude +He even took the dude’s cell +Nice murder game official +And this nigga only 12 +[Hook] +I’m not the menace to society +Take a look at the society +(Take a look at the society) +Another one born again +Another menace to society +(Another menace to society) +(forgive em God) +Damn look at the society +(look where they at God, Protect em God) +Another menace to society + +[Verse 2] +I send this out to Ty rest in peace my lil G +Juvenile life when he was only 13 +Say he killed a garbage man and a couple more +Papers red eyes momma and his daddy sell dope +So imagine what he see in all the years before this started +Plus his big brother on the body Lil Tavari +Game time like he was 40 +18 years was his sentence +But prison made him worse +Cause in the can he was a menace +Thinking niggas tennis +Thugging shanking niggas up +Standing up to the biggest mother fucker in the cut +Let him out when he was 31 now he finally back +Got his name tatted on +It’s [?] killer black +Came home getting a sack +You in his way you getting whacked +High speed chase police killed killer black +[Hook] +I’m not the menace to society +Take a look at the society +(Take a look at the society) +Another one born again +Another menace to society +(Another menace to society) +(forgive em God) +Damn look at the society +(look where they at God, Protect em God) +Another menace to societyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +30 DeepWe be 30 deep, (we always deep) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (my boys, shit, we certified, nigguh) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (yeah, nigguh, we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (Yes, nigguh) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (Ya) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep + +We got them bands and we show 'em off +We 30 deep on Boosie Juice +Hit the bottle, watch what this Boosie do to you (hit the bottle) +My nigguhs stomp and jump and makin' money, (we bosses) +6 of us lay in your yard, though, we vultures +We turn up when we hit the club, I'm Boosie, I'm Boosie, the plug +We take all the bitches, we fuck all the bitches +We turn up at the club + +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (my boys) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) + +30 in the Jeep, we be 30 deep, (turn up) +Most of us sippin' on the mud, yeah, lean +Most of us watchin' a whole club, yeah, beans +That my cousin, that my cousin. that my brother, (that's my lil brother) +That's my down-from-day-one dawg, he a hustler +He gettin' a bag, yeah, he set it off, yeah +Tatted up with gold teeth in this bitch, 30 deep in this bitch +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (yeah, nigguh, we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (yeah, nigguh, we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep + + + +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (my boys) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deepEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Marijuana[Intro] +I thank God for marijuana (Thank God for marijuana) +Keeps me out of trouble (Yes, It keeps me out of trouble) +Never make me wanna (Wanna) live under +I thank God for marijuana (Thank God for marijuana) +I light one for my father (Father) I miss you (I miss you) +Used to love the marijuana (Used to love the marijuana) +It's like when I smoke it, I go harder +I thank God for marijuana (I thank God) + +[Verse 1] +It made smiles on a mad crew, Mary Jane +When them hoes ain't wanna talk, I had you for the pain +You prolly was the last to smoke up out the group +But you went through some shit, couldn't hold your crew +Now you smoking marijuana (Aw shit) +You and homie going ham on that ganja (Aw shit) +Help me, y'all, fucked me up, I'm stuck +BG stuck on the couch (Look at him), my nigga loaded +(He look so loaded) He couldn't control it (Control it) + +[Chorus] +Tears droppin' on gravestones (I needed marijuana) +Blood dropping for red twelve (Mama needed marijuana) +Cataracts in the eyelid (Doc gave her marijuana) +At home, her and them five kids +And guess what calmed her down? (Marijuana) +Mary Jane do your thang (Like ya wanna) +Be my peace and my pain (Roll another) +For Lil' Bleek, that was my mane +Light one for my little brother (Straight up) +[Verse 2] +Bitch got on my nerves +She done made me mad (Made me mad) +I need that weed +She just got home from work and they on her ass (They on her ass) +She need that weed +This old lady say her eyes hurt (Eyes hurt) +She need that weed +She got glaucoma, she just sit at home +And she just smoke on marijuana +Smoke and drank and watch her stories +The Bold and the Beautiful +Look at you stoned in your Buick +I was in my pen when that bitch killed Trayvon +I went in my cell and I rolled one up (Fuck) + +[Chorus] +Tears droppin' on gravestones (I needed marijuana) +Blood dropping for red twelve (Mama needed marijuana) +Cataracts in the eyelid (Doc gave her marijuana) +At home, her and them five kids +And guess what calmed her down? (Marijuana) +Mary Jane do your thang (Like ya wanna) +Be my peace and my pain (Roll another) +For Lil' Bleek, that was my mane +Light one for my little brother (Straight up) +[Outro] +Tears droppin' on gravestones (I needed marijuana) +Blood dropping for red twelve (Mama needed marijuana) +Cataracts in the eyelid (Doc gave her marijuana) +At home, her and them five kids +And guess what calmed her down? (Marijuana) +Haha, where the Backwoods at? +Nigga, roll up, nigga, roll upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bend OverLil Boosie bad azz, trill entertainment, yung savage +From the streetz to da beatz baby +Bend over lemme see whutchu workin wid fa real look +Ay tell'em we need 10, 000 ones in the corner +If you ain't doin it big you ain't doin it right + +[Chorus: Trey Songz] +Bend over let me see it girl +Make you wait on the pole when you hit the floor +Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom + +Bend over let me see it girl +Lookin so much like a apple I'm a bite it baby +Make it go boom boom boom boom (Lil Boosie bad azz) boom boom + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Bend over let me see what momma gave ya +Make Lil Boosie smile shake dat salt shaka +Pretty face pretty feet I like dat hair do +I dare you to bend over come a lil closer + +Fill ya ankles up with money make you feel special +From the bed to the dresser let me undress you +Do the spider man do the superman +Wontchu to show me things where the whip cream +Fine red she ain't scared she gon hit me with the head +I might break her off some bread cause she sittin in it +Bend over touch ya toes make it clap for me +I make it zoom zoom she make it boom boom + +[Chorus:] +Bend over let me see it girl +Make you wait on the pole when you hit the floor +Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom + +Bend over let me see it girl +Lookin so much like a apple I'm a bite it baby +Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom + +[Verse 2: Lil Phat] +My baby (my baby) ion know whutchu did to me +Doin to me butchu on my mind like crazy +I'm tired of fuckin gimmie some lovin settle down with +Fellas you gon be the one that I can't settle down with + +It's kinda crazy I'm in luv widda stripper +She like my thigh cause she pullin on my zipper +I need help I need help +She puttin dat azz on me it's too much I need help + +It's lookin like a apple I might have to bite yours +Independent you the one girl I really like you +She'on like the lights on I drill her with my ice on +My bedroom boom all night all night long +[Chorus:] +Bend over let me see it girl +Make you wait on the pole when you hit the floor +Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom + +Bend over let me see it girl +Lookin so much like a apple I'm a bite it baby +Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom + +[Verse 3: Webbie] +You see my chain use those muscles +Girl I see yo thang it's lookin good to me +Girl you gotta lotta body I gotta lotta money +I'm a whole lotta man you a whole lotta woman + +And I gotta ol' woman I'm finna get in trouble +Hopin you'on tell a soul I kno I ain't sayin nuttin +Boom boom like that I gotta two seater +We can zoom like that presidential suite + +Let's getta room like that I'm lovin' those tats +Put a hump in yo back wanna stack gotta clap +Hard all of ya'll hataz be smart +And all dem bad bitches keep goin got it snowin look + +[Chorus:] +Bend over let me see it girl +Make you wait on the pole when you hit the floor +Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boom +Bend over let me see it girl +Lookin so much like a apple I'm a bite it baby +Make it go boom boom boom boom boom boomEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Show da world (feat. kiara)I just wanna show the world +That i really do this shit +And I really make quality street music (Know what I'm talkin bout) +And It ain't no mistake that I'm this good +I just done seen singing a lot, know what I'm talkin bout +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel this Lil' hustla +We gon' show the world +The Definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel this Lil' nigga +I got my own voice (blessed) +Sing my own hooks (blessed) +Fresh fade nice smile I got my own look (fresh) +I just like to make people happy (for real) +4 kids I just like being a good dad +But I'm a gangsta and I rock shows (you ain't see my shows) +A people person so you know Lil' Boosie got hoes +Damn hoes that's a figure speech +Get a lotta shit like that when you listen to me +This for my fans I love y'all +Straight up y'all a part of me so when they hate +They hate us +Money keep a nigga going, do better things +Man I take it to the bank, I don't make it rain +But I'm fly like Weezy +Plus the hood niggas man they believe me like jeezy +And I just like to have a good time +Hit the yo smoke one and put my life in my rhymes +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel this lil' hustla (Boosie badass) +We gon' show the world +The Definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel this lil' nigga (Boosie badass) +Father forgive me I was raised on some real shit +So I can't sugar coat shit, not a lil' bit +Inside I'm sad about my dad +Since I lost my grams ain't been giving a damn +But I still hold my head high +And sometimes I cry +But when I cry man I don't know why +I feel trapped to be a superstar +100 thousand worth of jewelry to end it +And I spend it, no problems +You don't like badass then that's your problem +M.O.B wouldn't give a damn if they hoes holla +Love cars love broads with a passion +Ain't never have shit so I'm flashy +I work hard go and get it on the road +Seven month run 750 out for shows get it? +I'm hood rich still smokin' that good shit +Still got the same hood clique straight up +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel this Lil' hustla (Boosie badass) +We gon' show the world +The Definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel this Lil' nigga (Boosie badass) +I told my teacher to her eyes I'mma make it there +She ain't even look surprise gave me another F +Or a fuckin' D heaven you gotta see +Fuck the world lately, be whatever ever you wanna be +Ain't nothing like a strong mind and some confidence +Whenever you step out line it's consequence +We all overseas, we puffin' weed +We'll make you niggas bleed yes and fuckin' deed +Seven forty seven yellin' seven forty seven +On da real we gotta be a couple miles from heaven +The world tryin' pull us down we ain't fuckin' let it +I woulda did some of it different but I don't regret it +That's one thing about me though I never been a quitter +That's ? shit crazy shoutout to the hot spittas +Rest in peace ma, I'mma be on TV +Young savage Sweet Jones Trill Family +We gon' show the world +The definition of real shit, my brother +You gotta feel this Lil' hustla +We gon' show the world +The Definition of real shit, my nigga +You gotta feel this Lil' niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trouble ManI come up hard baby, but now I'm cool +I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules +I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine +I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line +I come up hard baby, but that's okay +'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way +I come up hard baby, I've been for real +Gonna keep movin', gonna go to town +I come up hard baby, I'm gettin' down +There's only three things that for sure +Taxes, death and trouble + +This I know, baby +This I know, sugar +Girl, I ain't gon' let it sweat me, baby +Got me singin' +Yeah , yeah, whoa +I come up hard +I've had to fight +Take care of my business +With all my might +I come up hard, I had to win +Then start all over, and win again +I come up hard, but that's okay +'Cause trouble man +Don't get in my way +I know some places and I've seen some faces +I've got good connections they dig in my directions +What people say that's okay +They don't bother me +Ready to make it, don't fool with no women +Don't care 'bout no trouble got myself together +I feel a kind of protection is all around me +This I know baby +Girl, I ain't gonna let it sweat me, baby +I come up hard, but now I'm cool +I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules +I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine +I'm checkin' trouble sugar +Movin' down the lineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +This World Fucked Up[Intro] +What a world, huh? +Haha +Crazy +Crazy, crazy +This world is so fucked up +Fucked up +Oh my God +My world +This world +Huh + +[Verse 1] +Donald Trump is my president +Al Queda is my resident +We on the corner where we all need a plug (Straight up) +But they tryna take the Mexican (Can't let 'em take the Mexican) +Every day they smokin' weed on the bus stop (Ayy) +Every day another dead in the drop top +So what should I tell the kid in the struggle? (Struggle) +Protect your little brother, get a cutter +If she love ya, then she love ya +If she playin', then ya leave (Then ya leave) +Too many of my mans in the squeeze (Locked) +Judge gave 'em life like a klan man +Too many mamas cryin' on they knees +Like, "Please", lower a nigga taxes (Tax) +They don't wanna pay the teachers +They don't wanna teach the classes +Why we all po'? Shit, that's what Boosie askin' +Don't throw away the money +Think about it 'fore you trash it ('Fore you trash it) +[Chorus] +Many men +They wish death upon myself +They told on me, I did them nothing +I never figured how that go +They were so phony, watch your homie +Trust nobody, watch your ho +Even family turn on family +It's a cold world and that's how it go + +[Verse 2] +All the girls want the wrong dude (Wrong dude) +Everybody wanna rap, well he the wrong dude +Yeah, kids, mane, they shootin' up the whole school +Fuck that shit, nigga, we gon' home school (Fuck that shit) +All the women want respect from a G +But they always naked on the I-G +All the women screamin' "Rape? This is fake" (This is fake) +Niggas don't take pussy gettin' cake (Cake) +Just 'cause one got it don't mean we all straight +Just 'cause one racist that don't mean we all hate +Rapper have it hard if he catch a coke case +Send him to the yard if he breakin' probate (What is it?) +It's a world full of lies and deception (Yeah) +Rap game a change, they don't wanna hear the message (Yeah) +These kids cartoons, man, it's playin' with their sexes +For real niggas, forty niggas in a section +[Chorus] +Many men +They wish death upon myself +They told on me, I did them nothing +I never figured how that go +They were so phony, watch your homie +Trust nobody, watch your ho +Even family turn on family +It's a cold world and that's how it goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m A Ghost[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] + +Bury me back across the track, with my name on the wall +Nigga how you love that, Feel this +Keep all my niggas strapped down when we hit the club doe +Teach all my niggas in the bottom not to love hoes +Got a real killa who'll come get you like Candyman +?I ride in big Ram trucks I don't do Avalanche? +??????????????????? just don't get a chance to do me like my nigga Tys' +When it's on I bring a 40 and some head bustas +Fed duckas, Known killers so they scared of us +And Christmas time and Thanksgivin ain't the same no mo +Since I done lost my ?lil woe on this gangsta joke? +But when we touch I'm gon' be famous, with a lot of bread +And ????? we gon' get heads you know how we play it +Listen here when I rap and I can show you boys I'm not a dream peepin my knowledge +All you seein is the violence, Don't you always hear sirens up in the hood? (Yeah) +Don't them boys that be wildin up in the hood? (Yeah) +And you can bury me a G, Mama wipe your tears +But one day I gotta disappear and I'mma be a ghost + +[Hook] + +I can't stop it when God's knockin +So you can bury me a G +I got the police looking for me +But to them I'm a G-H-O-S-T +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] + +Behind Trill I'mma die for it, Fuck tryin for it +And you know I gotta ride for it nigga +And I'm back and I'm all faded +All over soldier with a brain that keeps on elevatin +And them bitch ass niggas up on my team, Yeah they turned on me +They talked behind my back squeal like a worm homie +It's my turn homie, That platinum plaque I feel I earned homie +But I ain't gonna feel it till my records get some turns homie +Many men wish death on me so I told 40 Glocks +Nigga I need my whole life I gotta torture now +You know what's up with me +I'm OG, rest in peace Soulja Slim nigga +Look this life as a rap star is nothin without guard +The livin ain't really hard but bullets rip you apart +You think I'm pussy test a pussy you gon' catch a pussy +In the top of yo head now that's an extra pussy +I run with convicts, lawyers, even college grads +I roll with ex poppers then niggas on them body bags +You fuck with Boosie I'mma show you where the choppas at +But one day I'mma be a ghost they still gon' holla that + +[Hook x2] + +[Verse 3: Webbie] +You hear me rippin Pac's shit up +Grippin the Glock, Spittin +And willing to knock any nigga out there trippin +I'm just young sick ya either love it or hate it +I came up strugglin, hatin but I've been thuggin and made it +In their discussion they bring me up all the time +Cause it's hard to find a nigga hard as mine +I'mma break a brick down to all the dimes +So my cake'll flip now I get all of minesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Turn the Beat Up(In university) +I swing and I beat off the block (Boosie) +6, 3 +Sike girk (now it's Dorrough Music) +These niggas be claimin' they real +Most of these niggas are not +See I'm from the land of the thrill +My nigga, we get to the guap +Rollin' and blowin' on kill +As soon as I pull out the lot +Flippin' and grippin' the wheel +I swing and I beat off the block +I swing and I beat off the block +I swing and I beat off the block +'Cause I'm from the land of the thrill +I swing and I beat off the block +Rollin' and blowin' on kill +I swing and I beat off the block +Flippin' and grippin' the wheel +I swing and I beat off the block +I swing and I beat off the block +Ride around town, clear night +I swing and I beat off the block +No tellin' where I'm goin', boy I'm hot +I swing and I beat off the block +You know I'm watchin' now full of ops +I swing and I beat off the block +Turn your heads every time I ride by +I swing and I beat off the block +Bitches and niggas be thinkin' they know me +They be like how is this niggas so famous and still be remainin' so low-key +They way they be lookin' and watchin' me, and stalkin me +I swear they be worser than them police +I do what I wanna do, like it or not, I'm a stinger this back from the OG +Sooner or later you prolly will realize that I am the one who is hot +Most of these niggas are phony +And if you don't know it yet I am the one who is not +Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do +I'ma do me while I get to this guap +Matter fact, soon as I pull out the lot +I'ma speed off and go beat up the block +Look how I ride, round with a toaster, niggas are vultures +Taking out legal, probin' the culture +People be lurking I thought I told you +Way too much paper, I need a folder +Nigga destroy ya, I need a lawyer +Nigga be scheemin', slicker than all you +Lil' momma think I be grillin' this for you +I know you gotta be tighter than this +These niggas be claimin' they real +Most of these niggas are not +See I'm from the land of the thrill +My nigga, we get to the guap +Rollin' and blowin' on kill +As soon as I pull out the lot +Flippin' and grippin' the wheel +I swing and I beat off the block +I swing and I beat off the block +I swing and I beat off the block +'Cause I'm from the land of the thrill +I swing and I beat off the block +Rollin' and blowin' on kill +I swing and I beat off the block +Flippin' and grippin' the wheel +I swing and I beat off the block +I swing and I beat off the block +Er'body know I swing and I beat off the block +My girl roll up the kush, we high nah, I beat up the twat +He say he gangsta, but you know you not +Because you told the cops when you got shot so you walked out +Land of the thrill, mayne that's my spot +Workin' that real up in my twat +(System label me, a killa 'cause Lil Boosie gettin' guap) +(Blood cry on you) pussy rookies, yo kush ain't even kushin' +Talkin' like you on but searchin' for a fortune cookies +So shiny, fresh off the pinter, I'm on top +Send you river checking dudes by the girk, girl stop +Rolls Royce pull out that lot, 24', my trunk on knot +I swerve and no one get own my lane scurr +These niggas be claimin' they real +Most of these niggas are not +See I'm from the land of the thrill +My nigga, we get to the guap +Rollin' and blowin' on kill +As soon as I pull out the lot +Flippin' and grippin' the wheel +I swing and I beat off the block +I swing and I beat off the block +I swing and I beat off the block +'Cause I'm from the land of the thrill +I swing and I beat off the block +Rollin' and blowin' on kill +I swing and I beat off the block +Flippin' and grippin' the wheel +I swing and I beat off the block +I swing and I beat off the block +Ride around town, clear night +I swing and I beat off the block +No tellin' where I'm goin', boy I'm hot +I swing and I beat off the block +You know I'm watchin' now full of ops +I swing and I beat off the block +Turn your head every time I ride by +I swing and I beat off the block +(Dorrough Music mama) +I swing and I beat off the block +YeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mudd*Boosie Talking* + +All wrong ain't wrong when you get it out tha mudd + +[Chorus] +Tha mudd +Movin' packs up out my Granny house +Tha mudd +Every pack, I'm tryna stretch it out +Tha mudd +He play wit' mine, I gotta stretch him out +Tha mudd +Gotta keep milk up in my baby mouth +Tha mudd +Got a quota that I gotta meet +Tha mudd +Got a pot, some soda, and some fire D +I hope I win shootin' craps +It been a long day +On tha corner hustlin' everyday +I came a long way (Boosie Badazz) + +[VERSE 1 - BOOSIE] +We thug in my city +We thug +I get this shit out tha mudd +I never took from tha plug +I'm loyal so now I'm tha plug +I used to walk in tha mall +I couldn't get nuthin out tha mall +This was tha mudd and tha gravy +This was tha 90s and 80s +We can't get it +We gon' steal it +GOD gon' forgive us +If he surround us wit' these dealers & these killas +A mudd man +This for my homies doin' time on that walk +I hope you give yo time back +I hope you walk nigga +Tha mudd +[BRIDGE] +When you in tha trenches wit' yo boys man +Keep a stick like Tarzan +Keep yo hittas on guard man +We thank, fuck that +We ain't dying broke +We put that on GOD man +And nigga this tha mudd + +We give a shit bout tha plug +We get this shit out tha mudd +We get this shit out tha mudd +We give a fuck bout tha plug +We give a shit bout tha plug +We get this shit out tha mudd +We get this shit out tha mudd +We give a fuck bout tha plug + +[VERSE 2 - YUNG BLEU] +I keep a stick like I'm Tarzan +Keep me some pounds like I'm weight liftin +Yella, Yella in my Maison Margiela's +I'm out my body +Like I'm shape shiftin' +I got some niggas that keep a automatic +Off in tha attic +I serve a pack, and skate off like a bandit +I'm in tha cut +I'm posted like a bandit +2 cups stuffed up +Fucked up, bucked up +Fuck all that other shit +Niggas want beef +And I had bout enough of this +Stick to tha code +Don't call me by my government +I saw 100 bands +Fell in love wit' it +Oh +Fell in love wit tha coke +Runnin' thru packs on tha regular +Oooh +Word on tha street +That Yung Bleu, he tha truth +I'm wit some yung niggas +We on tha loose +Choppers on deck +We pop up wit a few +I'm in tha dirty A, pop out tha roof +I'm that yung nigga that still got tha juice +Syndicate shit +U can't fuck wit tha crew +Last nigga did went missin' +U know that we don't play that dissin' +U know that we don't play that dissin' +[BRIDGE] +When you in tha trenches wit' yo boys man +Keep a stick like Tarzan +Keep yo hittas on guard man +We think, fuck that +We ain't dying broke +We put that on GOD man +And nigga this tha mudd + +We give a shit bout tha plug +We get this shit out tha mudd +We get this shit out tha mudd +We give a fuck bout tha plug +We give a shit bout tha plug +We get this shit out tha mudd +We get this shit out tha mudd +We give a fuck bout tha plugEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Comin’ HomeI'm coming home +Wait for me +I'm coming home +I'm coming home +Wait for me +I'm coming home +Wait for me, wait for me +I'm coming home + +Murder charges, drug charges coming back to back +Hoes jumping out the ship and they ain't looking back +She telling me to have faith but what heard of that +Since I got this charge of us I ain't heard that +I already told ya that I knew that I was coming home +Yo words ain't mad when you rolled back you thought I wasn't gone +I even told my dog to leave a message on your phone +Do you but be here for me just don't leave a nigga alone +My seller just got out the phone told me to leave em alone +Stank just murdered his son +He grabbed his chrome +Lit up his cigarette thought back before his jail came +Was easy to take over I already had the jail fame +3 of 4 bitches they told them lies +I told them I was coming home, they rolled their eyes +Security guard at my cell with a cold smile +What I told you at visit girl shit +I'm coming home +Wait for me +I'm coming home +Wait for me, wait for me +I'm coming home + +They tried to take my life +The system did me wrong +So I prayed at night +Fuck that I'm coming home +Knew that If was coming home and I was coming home strong +Came on and murdered every fucking song that I got on +Phone ranging, its that money everywhere I go +I know that bitch stankin' I should have stayed +This nigga gettin' paid +I used to have a kind of side we did a little somethin' +But my new bitch rock first, Louis and Philly +Red light I get the picture, the phone block +I call and you hung up, I think I know wassup +Father god I think I've been betrayed again +Feel like they beat me like a slave again +So many counted bruises, when they read the line +But nobody knew the case, so I said it's mine +In the mirror working out trying to get it in +In the fuse tryna tell my friends in the pen +I'm coming home +Wait for me +I'm coming home +Wait for me, wait for me +I'm coming home + +I'm home now +I'm on now nigga +Gettin' that bag now nigga? +I see now nigga +God don't sleep, don't sleep +My [?] told a lady, she say you can talk bout my nephew right now +It's looking bad but going good +And my nephew he coming home baby +I'm coming home +I told you to [?] +Wait for me +I told [?] +I'm coming home +I told ? +Waito for me +I told my momma +I say momma +I'm coming home +I know my girl +Wait for me +And I know my momma she go +Wait for me +I used to tell them niggas all the time +I'm coming home +Wait for me +O let ? +Ye ? +Told ? +Yeah +Wait for me +I'm home now nigga +I'm home now nigga +Oh my friend, wait for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Raindrops[Intro] +Top that shit nigga +Its the raindrops nigga +Them modafucking rain drops +Rain drops falling down on me i need some Sun..... + + +[Chorus] +Rain drops falling down on me +I need sundrops to be dry and free +All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me +Rain drops falling down on me +I need sundrops to be dry and free +All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me + +[Verse] +Nigga said they want me dead +Fuck a nigga.. yeah +Bosses head +We ain't scared +You know how we play ... yeah +Nigga they bussin for boosie +Coming with cuddles & noodles +I pray at night that i dont loose it +Cause am gon stupid +Better watch who you fucking with +Cause nigga these the wrong move +1 drop, 2 drops, 3 drops +I guess am serial +Gon burst your bitch ass up when i see ya +Buss at your 30 +Promise to kill me nigga i hear you nigga +But i ain't worried +We lurking and searching for anybody +Catch you in person.. yah +[Chorus] +Rain drops falling down on me +I need sundrops to be dry and free +All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me +Rain drops falling down on me +I need sundrops to be dry and free +All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me + +[Verse 2] +Ducking raindrops outta drop top in the neighborhood +Hope the sun drop on my block hot +The paper good +Send the thunderstorm to they block +We had it understood +Now ain't no more rain can't see em +Bitch i wish you would +Sticks all around me +I guess am living in the jungle.. modafucka +Raindrops by my lil cousin ...modafucka +Yeah yeah.. yeah yeah +This the struggle +Got introduced by Bronson and leather +This the color +They always stating shits so they were ducking rain drops all summer +Yeah yeah.. yeah yeah +I bust you up when i see u +All in your face.. imma fuck you up when i see u +Am ducking rain drops +Cause am really tryna punish them niggas +Am for them niggas +Every one of them niggas gon feel rain +[Chorus] +Rain drops falling down on me +I need sundrops to be dry and free +All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for me +Rain drops falling down on me +I need sundrops to be dry and free +All these Raindrops falling down on me i need sundrops ducking all these gunshots coming for meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Soul Snatcher[Intro] +This song for all the ladies who make good love out there tonight +I want you to catch the dance floor with me +If you know how to satisfy your lover +I want you to catch the dance floor +This your song right here +Haha, 'cause you a soul snatcher, baby +(What’s your name? What's your name, girl?) +What's your name, girl? +(What’s your name? What's your name?) + +[Chorus] +She's a soul snatcher (Soul snatcher) +Girl, who taught you how to do that? (Ooh girl, you fire) +Oh, she's a soul snatcher (Oh girl, you got it, got it) +Always say we done but go back + +[Verse] +She's a soul snatcher (She give me head like yeah, yeah, yeah) +Girl, my toes after (She got the yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I don't really know what you're after (Really know what she's after) +But she got fire up inside her, and her temp always on high +Ooh girl, you soul huntin’ (She a freak like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I knew a girl I so wanted (Am I cummin’? I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus] +She’s a soul snatcher (Girl you take a nigga's soul) +Girl, who taught you how to do that? (Ooh girl, you fire) +Oh, she's a soul snatcher (Oh girl, you got it, got it) +Always say we done but go back (Always say we done but go back) +[Bridge] +You going back, to that +That smoke, that wet +That wet wet +Girl you know what time it is and I want you right now so +Say yes (Say yes) +Say less (Say less, baby) +And when it comes to sex I must say you're the best +(All my ladies, put your hands up, let’s go) + +[Chorus] +She's a soul snatcher (Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm) +Girl, who taught you how to do that? (Ooh girl, you fire) +Oh, she's a soul snatcher (Oh girl, you got it, got it) +Always say we done but go back (Always say we done but go back) + +[Outro] +And when a nigga go back, boy +Boy, boy, boy, soul snatch +The sex be fire when you wait, motherfucker +Ooh girl, you got it, got itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Ride Home Freestyle[Verse 1] +Man is tryna take of these jail clothes +Go get my boosie fade +Hit Duplessis and see what's happening with that new Escalade +Got my weight up with my heat +On my high girl dream +Back to doing what i was doing with my money machine CHING CHING +Label me scarface, al-capone, and larry hover +You and I know it was damn wrong how they judged Boosie +Lights-camera-action first time acting and they love the movie +Finna get my own clothes, I get enough of coogi +Still a shooter still be bootin +But I got my mind right, now I'm way richer +So what that mean I'm way bigger +[?] from my feet to my hands +Missing my kids, man I'm feeling [?] can explain +So many people LA nuts thought I wouldn't go come home, huh +Pay me like I wait [?] baby boy home nowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Check Up[Intro:] +It’s for all my niggas getting that check up +Put your motherfucking hoods up +I wanna see your motherfucking hoods up +Nigga lets ride out +To all my niggas getting that check up +Nigga let’s roll nigga + +[Verse 1: Boosie BadAzz] +In my project, we come up hard +Serving, working and building cards +Fuck cleaning pussy boy +But ain’t nothing in that pussy boy +Flip the pack, make it stack +Make it last +Make it move +Been seen to much +Fuck nigga, I ain’t afraid of you +Work off the streets, teenagers payed on a cool +You ain’t taking nothing I got, old school +I got k’s for you +Stack my dollars +Keep it silent +Mind my damn business +Hundred fifty fucking twenties in my tanned dickies +My nigga keep a bad bitch +She keep them grands with me +That’s my nigga there +Pass that future G +All I know is hustle, bustle +Boosie play to win +God made them leave me alone +They lay again +I hustle hard +Hustle hard to get the things I got +You think I’m playing but I’m not +Look at this chain and watch +Don’t wanna step on nobody toe +Don’t want no drama +Nigga I just want the money +Money by the pound +[Chorus:] +Young nigga gettin' a check up [x5] +(Check up echos) + +[Verse 2: Lee Banks] +I’m a young nigga getting all check up +But no I ain’t talking bout the physical, really though +Zero to a motherfucking milli, go get it +Rule too smooth like a criminal +Your pussy is for dead and pitiful +Stepping through the city on my tippy toe +And I came a long way from a shag bottom tracks +With the pro wing shoes and the tilico, really though +Running my bands +Running through, running through bands +Soon as they touching my hands +Bumpers and grind +Stacks stuffed up in my pants +Too much money for fans +Couple a bitch +But me a be fuckng a bitch +Plus I’m in love with her heads +She told me she love me +I told her shut up, she lying +How you in love with a brick +She know I got my check up +There’s baby mamma on my dick +She wanna get her neck up +She know her nigga next up +Finest and I be and I be flexed up +Fuck she don’t impress us +All these ladies and these carrots +Imma silent when I dress up +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3:] +Niggas sit down +When I tell you get down +Now get down +Purple drink to wash the shit down +Every leak gonna sneak +I run the streets in my pleats +Freaks in my suits and they vary by the week +Am rich now +Snash a nigga bitch now +They go big dog +That’s what they say in all my pictures +Lately I’ve been writing scriptures +With the switches, it’s official +Then you hitch on 14 inches on you bitches +Ridiculous, ridiculous +My neck piece the sickest +I always tucking in for I get ignorant +The business, the business +Young tall bridges +I got coke and white bitches +It’s a difference when you give in + +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New School / Old SchoolTurn me up nigga +Burn it up nigga +Turn me up nigga +I'm goin' nuts nigga + + +[HOOK] +Turn up tha pro tools +It's a difference between tha new and tha old school +Turn up tha pro tools +I'm from tha old school + + +[VERSE 1] +Niggas use to take they licks +Now these niggas talk like a bitch +Niggas use to kill on tha love +Now everybody wanna take hits +In tha old school +They used to have 1 baby daddy, 6 kids +Now they got 5 baby daddy's, 6 kids +Don't even know who tha Dad is (real shit) +Niggas tellin' in tha jailhouse +Ain't too many real niggas in tha jailhouse (real talk) +Niggas used to stay true and bail out +Now these niggas point at you and tell out +New school ain't takin' no time +These new niggas testifyin' +These niggas pesticides +Niggas rappin' bout niggas +Keep rappin' +Let's see who's next to die +OG's don't front like they used to +Plugs don't come like they used to +New school, behind a bitch they'll shoot you +All this pussy shit +I ain't used to +The new school, new school +[HOOK] +Turn up tha pro tools +It's a difference between tha new and tha old school +Turn up tha pro tools +I'm from tha old school + +[VERSE 2] +It used to be thug motivation +Now most of these thug niggas hatin' +Nigga used to put a lil' hat on +Now all these young niggas goin' naked +Shit I did it too +But I ain't like you +I ain't shit on tha crew +Old school niggas, man they dress like me +New school niggas, man they dress like you +They look uncomfortable +A crew ain't a crew, and it's hurtin' me +Grandmas now they 32 and 33 +Niggas growin' up fast +Got Dads who done passed +Shit, I dont' know who won't murk me +Hoes used to hold a nigga down +Now all these hoes walkin' round thirsty +Police used to do they fuckin' job +Now they wanna shoot and Lil Turk me +The new school, new school +[HOOK] +Turn up tha pro tools +It's a difference between tha new and tha old school +Turn up tha pro tools +I'm from tha old schoolEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bg Shit[Intro] +Aaaaahhhh +[?] Bg shit +That bg shit + +[Pre-Hook ] +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho + +[Hook] +Dis dat bg shit +Yeah, that bg shit +(Yeah, free big nigga) +I take drama far as it can go +(Respect) +I ain’t no ho + +[Verse 1] +Boy, it ain’t no bag and dime +You get your ish +I ain’t trippin’ it for rad around +I leave no witness +Walk upon ya with the full nickel +Semi-hitters, all my hitters +Go-getters, head busters +Ain’t no missing you +Too many bullets +Certified +Ain’t no stunt when a nigga pull it +Look in my eyes +You see blood +No remorse, nigga +Cross that line +All mine +Here’s your choice, nigga +I’m a wet ya +All the pain, man you gonna feel it +My new char +This bitch made to kill a whole village +You ain’t ready +All my niggas ball gun play +Shoot first, talk later +Let it rip on the runway +The dumb way +[Pre-Hook] +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho + +[Hook] +This that bg shit +That bg shit +It’s that street, sweep shit +You don’t wanna see me, bitch +I’m ‘bout that bg shit +That big shit +I’m ‘bout that street, sweep shit +You don’t wanna see me, bitch + +[Verse 2] +Chop a city all over again +But this is friends +You losin’ when you see me +And rue but, boy, you can’t win +We goin’ spit in your bin +Like dose and fin and bleak +Yo check, yo neck +Yo back, yo head, yo feet +Boy, it’s real on my side a town +Everybody got extensions +When they ridin’ round +They lay it on in the street +Or at the red light +Fuckin’ waitin’ +It’s bushes +This nigga pushin’ shit on him +Whoop a cushion +I am from a place where you get bap, baptized +No mercy +We comin’ back +After you paralyzed +Like vibe, it’s murder +Real toke +I’m not hidin’, nigga +Try to run +I’ll run ya down with the Glock, nigga +Freein’ to do ya, nigga +[Pre-Hook] +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho + +[Hook] +Dis dat bg shit +That bg shit +It’s that street, sweep shit +You don’t wanna see me, bitch +I’m ‘bout that bg shit +That bg shit +I’m ‘bout that street, sweep shit +You don’t wanna see me, bitch + +[Verse 3] +I am from a city where it’s sure to get shot +(When that shit) +The man is in them choppers +And them stitches in them Glocks +And if it really get gangsta +Then I’m callin’ hot and +I pull up in that Monte Carlo +Then I’m burnin’ out +I’ll lay yo nigga on this ground +So your bitch, she gonna choose +The one that gets T Y booster +So you know you gonna lose +So, I’m a fool +Gettin’ hectic with the tool +Out here chillin’ +But these niggas ‘bout to make me lose +[?] I can knock you out your fuckin’ shoes +(The shoes) +Call the boss man +And tell ‘im catch ‘em on the morning news +(Catch them on the news) +I take drama to the point +Where it ain’t even drama +I’m a real gangsta +And no, I don’t got a [?] +I’ll find ya +[Pre-Hook] +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can go +I ain’t no ho +I take drama far as it can +I ain’t no ho + +[Hook] +Dis dat bg shit +That bg shit +It’s that street, sweep shit +You don’t wanna see me, bitch +I’m ‘bout that bg shit +That bg shit +I’m ‘bout that street, sweep shit +You don’t wanna see me, bitch + +[Outro] +Free my nigga +‘Til he out with his key +Free my nigga +‘Til he out with his key +I go to trial for one a you bitches again +I go to trial for one a you bitches again +Free my nigga +BgEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SouthsideFeat. Big Head & Savage + +What the motherfucking crook +… what you know about south side… +What … where you at…where the boulevard at +Where the track boyz at, we throw it up like that +It ain’t no section like my section boy we get that shot +… on a billboard… +Where the … like that, niggers lay low… and show me the rope +… it’s for … who made me wanna have a lot of things +It’s the deal who put me in it as a child main +…man they got niggers busting at you +So you best be heading for the rapshit nigga +One time can’t fade us +Holler out the dumb, way the niggers get paper +But don’t nobody get along +And ain’t nobody front you gotta get it on your own nigga + +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Talk that shit… +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Talk that shit… +…to that south side, catch me outside +With niggers I push your brains on the outside +I was just…now I spit attention… +Used to talk them 38 now we let them choppers melt +Get dealt with quick or keep it a hundred +Cause gorillaz on your street equipped with a hundred +…they gonna get it … cause I just showed them how +… they sell to…cause they mamas go…and the choppers go … +…nigga throw in the towel + +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Talk that shit… +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Talk that shit… + +South side nigga, I’m rapping from the heart of me +It’s part of me, slit a nigga veins and my artery +…anywhere we be, we might be… +Back in 95 the brokest nigga had a quarter key +Shout out to… shout out gangster nig.. +Where I used to fight my piss +… big didy, … what’s happening… +We don’t … suit you in your… +Blowing killing in the wind… +Gangster…better… +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Talk that shit… +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Walk with the killers, shooting on the rings +Take a walk in that south where the motherfuckers thugs roll +Talk that shit…EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Wanna Die BrokeBetter get yo shit together + +[HOOK] +I don't wanna die broke +I remember my nigga Lil Ivy told me +He told me, nigga just don't die broke +I told my Mama when I was 15, I don't wanna die broke Mama +So we gotta get tha money +Fuck it, we ain't dyin' broke + +[VERSE 1] +Stackin' up this money, cuz this life a hurricane +You might just leave this cold world tomorrow my nigga +A hurricane +Don't wanna die broke like my father, a hurtin' man +You don't wanna die old and a work man, and a purp man +Can't take it wit' ya, but you can leave it in some hands +Money ain't everythang, but it will ease tha pain +Gotta leave ya kids sumin' +So get ya skrill right, ya biz tight +Gotta leave 'em money, get ya will right +Need a helpin' hand, I know just what it feel like +Refuse to slow my grind, cuz my kids need tha rich life +Never know when you gon' go, so you better get ya shit right +She ain't helpin' you get money, nigga you betta get ya bitch right +Cuz you don't wanna die broke +[HOOK] +I don't wanna die broke +I remember my nigga Lil Ivy told me +He told me, nigga just don't die broke +I told my Mama when I was 15, I don't wanna die broke Mama +So we gotta get tha money +Fuck it, we ain't dyin' broke + +[VERSE 2] +Bury me in Hennessy, paid like tha Kennedy's +Let me be a big check, along wit' my memory +You gon' remember me +Know I grind hard cuz I remember those days +Goin' to school really wishin' that I had those J's +Now that's a cold face +When you broke, people got some cold ways +I'm just glad that's the old days +I'm tryna go out like Trump if you ask me +I want my pockets on Trump if they smash me +I wanna see my people shine from up there +So every year gotta be better, money gotta be Hefner +I get big bags nigga, man my pockets they special +If I go broke again, shit I'm bout whatever +Cuz I refuse to die broke, fuck that shit + +[HOOK] +I don't wanna die broke +I remember my nigga Lil Ivy told me +He told me, nigga just don't die broke +I told my Mama when I was 15, I don't wanna die broke Mama +So we gotta get tha money +Fuck it, we ain't dyin' brokeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Who Finished?Boosie Badazz +Ima 100 hit wonders +I'm never finished + +[HOOK] +I remain a menace +Teflon from my hat to my tennis +They said I'd fall off but +I'm never finished +You other rappers finished +You niggas gimmicks + +[VERSE 1] +It was so hard in tha beginning +Rappin' at Splashes in tha 7th ward +I'm tryna get it +My lil' bitch up out tha 3rd ward +She say Lil' Wayne tha sickest +Gotta say she kept it real +'Cause that nigga Wayne ain't finished +But Lil' B, I kept it solid tho +And I just did Boosie +Spit it from tha heart +When every car played Juvie +Whoever thought I'd have mo' rap fame than anybody in that No Limit gang +Have mo' diamonds shinin' harder than them No Limit chains +Yella Boy was big to me +T. Tucker a muthafucka +Ghetto Twins was my wife is you two fine muthafuckas +Damn +Nero was tha shit +Remember Sam I Am +Stayed strapped, stayed wit' real rap +Now here I am +Here I am +[HOOK] +I remain a menace +Teflon from my hat to my tennis +They said I'd fall off but +I'm never finished +Yo favorite rapper finished + +Shit talk to 'em Badazz + +[VERSE 2] +I was round for tha real G shit +Even before tha real weak shit +I was hot when Rich Boy threw them D's on that bitch (finished) +I was hot when they got rich off white tee's in this bitch +Survived a era when I was holla'in bout what about me in this bitch +They had songs, I had albums +They had hits, I had classics +They had a song that put 'em on +I made a lifestyle ratchet +They fell off, but I lasted +They got money, got happy +One time my coke bag was bigger than tha bag from me rappin' +Ima real nigga, ya'll talent +You ain't real, you unbalanced +So that hit can't come again +'Cause you ain't livin' yo value +Ima legend +You say I ain't, you hatin' +Is yo favorite rapper in '04 still yo favorite rapper now +Huh, Huh +[HOOK] +I remain a menace +Teflon from my hat to my tennis +They said I'd fall off but +I'm never finished +Yo favorite rapper finished til the end of songEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +King of the Streets[Intro] +Badazz, Boosie Badazz, Badazz + +[Hook] +The streets need me (me, me, me), but all the real nigguhs like me, they gon' get lost with these other bullshit ass motherfuckers, for real +The streets need me (me, me, me) +I got y'all, I got the nigguhs in the pen, I got the nigguhs on the streets, I'll never let us down + +When everybody left the streets, mayne I never left the streets +When they stopped rappin' bout the streets I kept it street +And the streets need me +The king of the street shit, I know it +The king of the street shit, I know it +The king of the street shit, I know it +I think I'm the king of the streets + +[Verse] +This for my dogs in the pen, who can't get a call in the pen +This ex's nigga, he a bitch, don't wanna let him talk to his kids +This is all that I know, this is all that I know +This is all that I know, it's the streets, nigguh +Get bodies and pistols and duckin' them hitters +I hold my court in the streets +In the streets they buy my music, (when you ride) +You gon' hear a lot of Boosie, (they go loud) +Lot of women, lot of groupies, (slip and slide) +Slidin' in 'em like Jacuzzi +If you where I'm from, If you where I'm from +Then you understand, you understand +Gotta get out this hellhole, we got a plan +Get out the ghetto and feed our little man +Go get the millions and get us some land +No snitchin', fuck snitchin', No snitchin', fuck snitchin' +This is the (streets), Project nigguhs need me +(streets), West love me like Eazy +They know I'm the king of the streets, (beast) +[Hook] +The streets need me, but all the real nigguhs like me, they gon' get lost with these other bullshit ass motherfuckers, for real +The streets need me (me, me, me) +I got y'all, I got the nigguhs in the pen, I got the nigguhs in the streets, I'll never let us down, believe that + + +When everybody left the streets, mayne I never left the streets +When they stopped rappin' bout the streets I kept it street, nigguh +And the streets need me +The king of the street shit, I know it +The king of the street shit, I know it +The king of the street shit, I know it +I think I'm the king of the streets + +[Verse 2] +This talkin' that G shit, (Boosie) +This talkin' that street shit, (Badazz) +Street shit mixed with G shit +Gold jewelry then half a key shit +I'm a real nigguh, show you how to get a bag, (no bodybag) +Motivation, if you look at me you gon' be like, damn, I gotta get a bag +Everybody goin' commercial, probably why I can't get a commercial +But fuck 'em, I got the streets in my palm +Dead homies on my arm, (Rest in peace, nigguh) +Louisiana in the swamp, dirty laundry in the trunk +Droppin' every other month, in the section cuttin' up +I spit the real and I +Be touchin' my people inside +I make them vibe, you ain't gotta be high +My music go loud, somebody gon' die +Rock-a-bye +This the life in the streets +Fuck tuckin' in your pillow, tuck your rifle to sleep +[Hook] +The streets need me (me, me, me), but all the real nigguhs like me, they gon' get lost with these other bullshit ass motherfuckers, for real +The streets need me (me, me, me) +I got y'all, I got the nigguhs in the pen, I got the nigguhs in the streets, I'll never let us down, believe that + +When everybody left the streets, mayne I never left the streets +When they stopped rappin' bout the streets I kept it street +And the streets need me +The king of the street shit, I know it +The king of the street shit, I know it +The king of the street shit, I know it +I think I'm the king of the streets + +[Outro] +Cold water in the pot, uncle told me get it hot +Mayne, that hard, now that's the rhyme, nigguhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Head Busta(Hook) +The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas +These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas + +(Verse - Boosie) +Head busta, heart stopper u dont wanna start partner +Creep up slowly and its loaded nigga plus they all choppas +Lil daddy u can't win, i'm trippin drinking Hennessy +My consciousness to the curb so u better think again +I was raised in the cave in the south where i stay +Treat niggas like slaves i don't use whips i use k's +My temper is like a bubble, u buss it u in trouble +Won't play me since i'm small bet u ain't gon play another +Nigga i'll take ya brother and come duckin take yo mammy +Niggas can't stand me, because i'm comin through on caddy +I know some head bustas who will leave yo ass dead +I ain't never buss a head but i shot until they dead +Come try me i ain't scared, everybody got they time +If u don't wanna die then don't come and fuck with mine +These boys slang a nine, if u ever touch that nerve, they hit up on yo shoulder i'm gone knock it on the curb + +(Hook) +The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas +These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas + +(Verse - Pimp C) +Hol up, down with the gangster niggas, that ain't rock the bluffin, thug sipp the weed spitter strictly head bussin, selfmade millionaire R.A.L. is my mob, breakin bread with Chris cuz bussin heads is jobs. Hear you talkin lil boy but your game is shitty, all you pussy azz niggas get the fuck out the city, cuz i always keep a 44 in the stash on the floor, in the drop sittin low, 20 inches of momo +Spittin out, in the porch, with a yellow stallion heart. Bitch you got a vicious mob, pussy hoes they bury ?. Always fuckin top charts, models you see in the book, serb captain pimp it ain't got nothin to do with looks, you wanna hit i rode da book, do the beat and sing tha hook, write the shit and through the mix, its like i serve a brick. every city through da store, it move like snow. if you really wanna war im ready to go +(Hook) +The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas +These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas + +(Verse - Boosie) +Niggas wanna head bust me cuz i shine, pump that rest shit out ya head like hines if you fuck with mines. mane i ain't gon play with non of you boys, i'll spray anyone of you boys, you playin, show the difference between a hoe and man. you won't find me turn off hollin, by 11 make you fatty, got 2 choppas and they ready, when they chop it you respect it, ain't no secret i keep that 9 with me, and when i need dem choppas go get Turk out Zion city, i know he dyin with me, ride with me, through the thick and the thin, niggas head bust in the world but get that dick in the pen, say Pimp you make that harder and my k gon do the slaughter, if you can't find that nigga lets go to school and take his daughter, im proud of this shit, you see DD, KD, and Donkey they gon ride for this shit, you see that T.R.A.C.K. mane, i'll die for that bitch, and that's on everything i own, first time you niggas play with me boy you gone + +(Hook) +The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas +These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas (X3)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Good Ol Days[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +I'ma send this out to the good old days (Good old days) +All the OG's who showed me gang (80's and the 90's) +All the music that got me through it, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? +KC and JoJo and shit like that, you know, good old days + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Michael Jordan comin' on, I'm goin' home (I'm gon' watch Mike) +We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long (It stretches long) +Down the street, 'round the corner, through every home +Reminisce in every song +Motivating my uncle to sell every stone +God made our house a home +We was boys but we was strong +We still come up with a smile even when we all alone +The good days, it wasn't the same +When we was broke, we didn't complain +If we got wet up in the rain, we got our cold and took the pian +2Pac and Biggie was the name, shit +Gone, gone, gone, long, long, long +What we play on my block, nigga? +So much yay on my block, nigga +This before I ever got on the plane on the runway +When Whitney Houston was our Beyoncé +Them fuckin' 90's was the good old days +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +(Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +(Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days) +Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days +Now them was the days, them was the days +Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days) +Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days +Them was the days + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +We used to window shop at Moss, smearin' the glass with our fingers +Wishin' we ball 'til we fall like cabin rinse and cantina +High points and chrome ninas, dice game, we was live +Shoot the two, kill the three, forty-three to survive +Black socks, the Fab Five had us swaggin', these the time +The loyalty was never left behind a life of crime +Getto Boyz was like my boys, feel like I knew 'em through they rhymes +At that age, I saw a man cry and seen a man die +2Pac he was that nigga from movie to motion pictures +It was Pablo, no El Chapo, Wraith Edmond was Big Meech +We had respect up on the streets, niggas wouldn't tell it like that +Mike Tyson was Floyd Mayweather with a chip on his back +Shit, them was the good old days +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +(Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) +(Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley) +Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days) +Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days +Now them was the days, them was the days +Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days) +Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days +Them was the days + +[Verse 3: Webbie & Boosie Badazz] +I hit a lick and went got grilled up and silked up +We drove the bread truck until it filled up +Chillin', a .225 up on my two-two-seven on my block +My heart goes out to all the Florida heavens, and the pops +I hopped off the porch with my brother, the Wayans in living color +Our favorite pants was wrestlers, if we ain't trust you, then fuck you +With no grease, duckin', hidin' from police +Clubbin', thuggin' with no sleep, no cable up on the TV (Them was the good old days) +Retarded, couldn't play house parties +When pickles was fifty cent, that's when Dixie cups was a quarter +The good old days +[Outro: Boosie Badazz] +Fuckin' right, nigga +When you and your boy used to go half on a ten dollar sack +Be high as a motherfucker, the good old days +Michael Jordan comin' on, I'm goin' home (They play the Knicks) +We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long +Michael Jordan comin' on, I'm goin' home (I'm gon' watch Mike) +We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long +Good old daysEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boss Up[Verse 1:] +My life a movie +Straight action, and non fiction +I’m like a doctor +I fill up all your prescriptnions +This is real +No actor, but I’m still tipping +And my mind on the money +So you know I gotta get it +A grinder came from nothing +Just watching my mamma get it +Devine to become something +Just didn’t know when I get it +So I stayed prayed up +And told mamma Imma go get it +She say her baby boy wild +But one thing he’s about his business +Plus I live my life like fresh +So no snoopers up in my digits +Gotta put that bag up +For a rainy day, bitch you tripping +Fuck trying stuff for them hoe +Cause they wretched like what I’m living +I just want to make the music +And let the world see my vision +That pussy got my dog on the funny style, I won’t kill him +Nah am in this world alone +Just me, myself and Big Puss +Now his spirit living through me ye +Doing this for my nigga +Treat me like royalty +Cause I’m posting up on you nigga +Lil nigga you gotta stack your money +Or save a penny +Never know when you gonna see a rainy day +Boosie told me boss up +Every time you get on the mike you gotta go hard, period +You can’t let up +[Chorus:] +Boosie told me boss up +Jay Day, Jay Day, boss up, Jay Day, boss up +Boosie told me boss up +Jay Day, Jay Day, boss up, Jay Day, boss up, boss up, Lil Jay Day + +[Verse 2:] +This ain’t no okie +The poster in front of the corner store +Lil niggas drug hustle but coming up I was wanted most +Ran with the old, but niggas my age my strongest though +My name started ringing +That niggas won’t be my homies, no +Way before this rap shit +It was just me being bold n smoke +Past the trap without a pack +Causing hell everywhere we go +Hooked up with the boss man +He felt my dream and he sell his gold +Not knowing where we going +But he clever, so he already know +His right hand in it +Telling them Lil Jay go blow +Lil nigga, big pistol +His image lived, he got that flow +Lets drop a bag on him +Keep working and see how far it go +The sky's the limit +The Solar System yes I must go +No pressure on my shoulder +But niggas, haters already know +I’m working on them tracks +And let back to back that’s how it go +Jay Day keep that Ak +That nigga smoked you ain’t never know +Bless me with a loyalty +Stamped 10K from my neck to glow +The whole team shining +A movement bigger than belly though +No fuck ups or formers cause niggas we getting heller though +Posted in the projects +Right post that track with that folder on me +Young thug niggas +Only young thugs want me +Boss up +Jay day [x4] +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big Bread[Intro] +My uncle cooked crack on the west end +Tried to take his life twice, Jesus stepped in + +[Verse 1] +My Jacket cemetary full of dead skins (Dead) +I'm tryna win my bro a [?], a perfect ten +It's some pussy ass niggas on that end (Yeah) +Beefing hard all summer, win her best friend +Nigga came to the city and he checked in (Bitch) +Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, [?] ten +[?], I know smokers with some dead friends +If the devil come knocking, don't let him in +When I pull up, it's a red on red Christmas Benz +[?] say less, it's finesse, is you gon' get in +Shot that boy in the head, he got cradle cap +And he square like a Ramen noodle flavor pack +Guilty by association, bitch you date a rat +It's your mammy and your daddy, that's who made a rat +Mr shoot through your windshield +Mr rolling up a ten pill +Mr go and get your kid killed +I grew up in the 90's, nigga it's been real +All he wanted is a hat, he on his tenth kill + +[Chorus] +I had to go put in work for the block +Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock +I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box +Pray for the day that my [?] get popped +We some foreign slidin' niggas +Big bread winners +Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute? +Lil bitch, we them niggas +What they mad for? +Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho +[Verse 2: Bossie Badazz] +Just to go and get your kin killed +Live your life, get your money, rep your dead friends (Bleek) +Rappers come to Baton Rouge, gotta check in (With me) +Little [?] ghost, man I make the best [?] (Yeah) +Boosie boys like the Detroit [?] +Free lil' Ralo, all them niggas off the west end +Grind nigga, get your red on red Christmas Benz +Fuck a bitch, dog a bitch, make her talk about it +Don't rap back, kill that nigga, now you really [?] +They need to make a hearse for these niggas +Put a skirt on these niggas +That's how they talk, a nigga [?] +My nigga [?] is walking down 28 +Judge gave him 3 for 1, we don't never play +We on that weed, yes indeed puttin' it in their face (Yeah, nigga) +Back on it, like we back sellin' 28 +Fuck around, say my name, let the game begin +Devil knocking at my door, fuck that nigga, man + +[Chorus] +I had to go put in work for the block +Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock +I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box +Pray for the day that my [?] get popped +We some foreign slidin' niggas +Big bread winners +Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute? +Lil bitch, we them niggas +What they mad for? +Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho +[Verse 3: Mozzy] +Yeah, ay, where he live? Pull up on him, send the killers by +Pray his momma watch him die, that's how I feel about it +[?] but bitch, I still abide +The resume is impeccable, we solidified +I just hope I'm forgiven for all the genocide +Ain't never stood over humans, them niggas living lies +Drop another deposit, I set that shit aside +My lil' brother took 30, be back in 55 +They slip and slide, we gon' slide before we slip +'Cause we done slipped too many times, my niggas died behind this shit (Yeah) +On G-O-D, I'm suicidal with this stick +'Cause I know if them people catch me, I'ma die inside the Benz + +[Verse 4] +I put dope inside spots +Had hoes selling twat +Bust a Rollie down with rocks +Put extendos in Glocks +I put it on your top +Don't be playing with my cash +We ain't jumping on the stand +We gon' lay in niggas grass +Yeah, the feds on my ass +So, I gotta move smart +We got pounds of the gas, that don't mean I gotta fart +Bust down with all glass, you could see me from afar +Put your hands on me, nigga, I'll put your ass apart +Read my nigga paperwork, that shit broke a nigga heart +I done ran my paper up, pussy boy, let's go to war +Handcuffs on my wrist, I can still see the scars +Now , it's 60 on wrist, free my niggas in the yard, niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Come from a PlaceBoosie Badazz +Boosie Badazz nigga + +[HOOK] +I come from a place +Liars and snakes +I come from a town +Where niggas get down + +I come from a place +Liars and snakes (Jealous and hate) +I come from a town +Where niggas get down +I come from a place + +[VERSE 1 : BOOSIE BADAZZ] +Where niggas get jacked wit' tha 45 +If you ain't strapped, then you gon' die +Ridin' round thinkin' he'll go live +Same MF be sold out +Same MF who'll turn on ya +Get mad, pull out tha burner on ya +Hope you got ya rope on ya +Shit can't trust no nigga on no corner +Love my spot, I'ma throw 4's +Even in tha pen, bitch I throw blows +Mutha fuck you and tha C.O (fuck all ya'll) +My hood bout business lord knows +[?] niggas bitches and hoes +Niggas comment like a bitch +But Boosie stick to tha code +Daddy in tha streets thuggin' +Mama told me go play (Boy get out my face) +Aunties came game on women +Cousins gave me AK's +I got my ways from thugs and killas +In tha midst of tha streets +I know a snake when I see it +You ain't gon' bite me +[HOOK] +I come from a place +Liars and snakes +I come from a town +Where niggas get down + +I come from a place +Liars and snakes (Jealous and hate) +I come from a town +Where niggas get down +I come from a place + +[VERSE 2: OG Dre) +Everybody real if you ask them +Damn, snakes don't even hiss now +Daddy told me keep my head on a swivel +And remain 10 toes down +Nigga why tha good die young +Hoping that the Lord keep me safe +'Cause I'm young myself +And I'm going out like Tony if they play wit' young Dre uh +Rest in peace Pimp C +What would he do +Ima smack one of these niggas actin' like fools +All these niggas internet thuggin' like it's cool +You a nerd in reality, no tools +Out chea worried bout your followers up on tha 'Gram +When you really need a job just to feed ya fam +Nigga got 2 sons and a daughter +Boy get off yo ass, get a math plan +[HOOK] +I come from a place +Liars and snakes +I come from a town +Where niggas get down + +I come from a place +Liars and snakes (Jealous and hate) +I come from a town +Where niggas get down +I come from a place + +[VERSE 3: BOOSIE BADAZZ] +If you don't slang iron +Then you don't survive +Most niggas, they make it +But most niggas die +Rest in peace all my niggas (free all my niggas) +Murder rate high in my city +Fucked me up +Know that ain't you testifying nigga +[?] will, used to be +This hood ain't got no unity +Money done turned everybody to snakes +Now it's you or me +You don't work, you don't eat +You don't put in work, you ain't respected +So you gotta have that first +'Fo you tryna rock this necklace +I come from pain +It ain't no bitch in my blood +Boss Man up on my stomach wit a K drippin' in blood +Nigga get down up at tha Chi Town +Nigga hit tha bag when they ride round +Shit you ain't heard +It be drama on my curb +Everybody gettin' served +Niggas know +[HOOK] +I come from a place +Liars and snakes +I come from a town +Where niggas get down + +I come from a place +Liars and snakes (Jealous and hate) +I come from a town +Where niggas get down +I come from a placeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ball[Verse 1] +God fearin' weed dealer, the wise-eyed coke sniffer +The drug dealer, ass kisser, the free me at last nigga +For the pussy popper, the juvenile lookin' like she a mama partner +The corner store, the Foot Locker, the Boosie juice, the talk advisor +For the car thief, the teenage burglar, the young murderer +For the prostitute and the pimp she got workin' her +This for the slum life, for the dance that make you dance when you hear gunshots in the end +This for every real nigga lost a friend, this for my nigga dead +For the FEMA store, the track life babies who let that nina go +For the Brookstown head buster, the Parktown fed ducker +For the 3rd Ward jack niggas, for the Sherwood H sellers +This for Bobby Shmurda, BG, and C-Murder, motherfucker, this for... + +[Chorus] +Y'all, get that sack, ball +Get that sack, ball, get that sack +(Bad bitches, this for...) +Y'all, get that sack, ball +Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball +This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball) +Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball +Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball + +[Verse 2] +Second verses for all my gangsters who done gone in +Six feet, shit deep, I got long wind +And this verse for my niggas in that cold pen +Every man responsible for his own sin +This one live, lil' one got his bag right, he put in overtime +Lil' one kind of remind me of me, this for overtime +Open locker, this for them choppers that ring like doorbells +Baltimore, where most trigger fingers short as a toenail (Murder) +Duval on BooPac, Saint Louis, don't even go there +This for the bail bonds when you take half on a coke bale (Yeah, yeah) +This for y'all in the bricks +If they ain't tryna give us help then they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Yeah, yeah) +This for y'all in the clique, clique changed, lookin' sick +Put your hood up in this bitch (Yeah, yeah) +This for all the bad women who make Fashion Nova look better than Fendi +Baby girl, this for... +[Chorus] +Y'all, get that sack, ball +Get that sack, ball, get that sack +(Bad bitches, this for...) +Y'all, get that sack, ball +Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball, ball, ball +This for everybody wake up with a whole lot of money on they mind (Ball, bitch, ball) +Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ball +Get that sack, ball, get that sack, ballEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Confused[Intro] +You know I've had a lifestyle +That many would dream of +I've had my share of jazzy women, classy women +And I've had my share of ratchets +I've even had my share of beautiful women +And I'm talkin' beautiful inside and out +But those women, I can't seem to do right by, you know +'Cause most times I wanna play +But sometimes I only want you + +[Chorus] +Baby I'm confused, confused (Sometimes it's hard) +I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do sometimes) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just want to enjoy my life most times) +Sometimes I want only you (Sometimes it's just you and me, baby) +Baby I'm confused, confused (I'm confused) +I don't know what to do (Rappers gotta feel me on this one) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just wan' play, baby, that's all) +Sometimes I yearn for only you, baby (I be confused a lot) + +[Verse 1] +I been slidin' in women with no huggin' or kissin' +Play and I play with no love or no feeling +But they pretty and ready (You lookin' nice tonight, baby) +(You're lookin' nice, too) +Pretty and ready, oh yeah, they so ready +Tonight I want that real, real, thing (I wan' feel you, baby) +No protection, baby (You know how we rockin') +'Cause I trust you, baby (I trust you, baby) +But soon it's gon' change, change, change +I'ma kick back and Boosie Badazz, baby +Might want another baby (You know how I am) +And another, and another +[Chorus] +Baby I'm confused, confused (Sometimes it's hard) +I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do sometimes) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just want to enjoy my life most times) +Sometimes I want only you (Sometimes it's just you and me, baby) +Baby I'm confused, confused (I'm confused) +I don't know what to do (Rappers gotta feel me on this one) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just wan' play, baby, that's all) +Sometimes I yearn for only you, baby + +[Verse 2] +I woke up this morning +And I called my cousin Bronson +You know I can talk to B, you know +I said, "B, I'm sittin' in this big old bed +And I'm lonely as a motherfucker +Just me and these Backwoods" (Confused, confused) +He said, "Lil' cuz, maybe you need to find somebody special, man +And focus on that special somebody" (Confused, confused) +I told him, "Cuz, my trust for women +Was lost a long long time ago" (I'm confused) +I told him, "Cuz, man, I don't wanna be hurt, you know what I'm talkin' about?" (Confused, confused) +He said, "Boosie, I hear you talkin'" (Confused) +"But it's crazy 'cause you sayin' you don't wanna be hurt" (Confused) +"But you wanna hurt women" +I just stayed quiet on the phone +[Chorus] +Bronson, I'm confused, confused (I'm confused) +That's why I'm callin' you (Know I can talk to you) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (Most times I wanna play) +Sometimes I want only you (Sometimes I yearn for only you) +This life got me confused, confused, confused (Man, I'm confused) + +[Outro] +It's hard to say no +When three or four beautiful women (I be confused) +Ask you to have you at one time (Woo) +Lord knows, Lord (I'm so confused) +You live this life (Sometimes I wanna play, play, play) +The life that we live, shit +You'll probably be confused too (Confused) +(Sometimes I be confused) +Boosie Blues CafeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ghetto[Hook] +Not a nigga out the ghetto +Tryna make it out the ghetto +I got love for my ghetto +Shout out to my ghetto +It all started in the ghetto + +[Verse 1] +Not a nigga out the ghetto +Straight off the corner +Thug rules and thug school boy +I walked out on ya +Save yo whole corner, ghetto remedies +Another ghetto nigga up in jail when they sentence me +Preach I got enemies +Deep but they scared of me +Ghetto ass nigga with a rap gift god blessing me +[?] taught you mad video games +My uncles caught me [?] real cocaine +If gods is in vein +We all get slain +We come to them Glocks +Some making the music +Some hustle the block +Some take what you got +Run in you ho-house gotta feed the happy +Message to every nigga in the ghetto +[Hook] + +[Verse 2] +Get to my ghetto, South Baton Rouge +When niggas love me I'm the realest with a thousand goons +[?] die with me +Boss man got major rank +Me and Lil Bleek hitting jack town set about 80 pounds +Been on that rail road +[?] +Lots of real niggas +Rick got them soldiers (ask Kurby) +Late night, Halloween, real [?] +Niggas love the ghetto cuz the block always hiring +White sheets, sirens, the ambulance they late though +The bitches took they time when the [?] +We be stacking dough +14 years old +[?] you ain't gon' do that you 14 you coming home +For that old lady on the poster junkie smoking dope +Lil dude I see [?] +For dead homies we got chance +Rolex watches we got stacks +Another ghetto rich nigga from across the tracks + +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Real Gangsta[Intro] +Badass 3.5 all the way live +Real gangsta +This that 3.5 +Always down to wet one, send ya +Step, son +Hus- +Hu- + +[Chorus] +Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em +Boosie Badass, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +Always down to wet one, send your son to step one +Wayne P, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em +Yahoo, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +Always down to wet one, send your son to step one +These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta) + +[Verse 1] +I know a nigga named Tulu out the park, never talked +Took his leg, suck my dick, in my book he's a G +Rest in piece to Walter T, he threw his foes and talked to me +Never thought I'd see his blood up in the street, Walt a G +And Capon, that was my dawg, he put me in it, he fucked with Boosie +Fresh out Angola (Yeah) with that pack and I showed him I could move it +Free V. Lucas, my gangsta, hope your sentence done changed +This for my nigga Lil Ivory, they'll kill ya just 'cause ya famous +I gotta give respect to my boy to the death of ours +She told the boy he goin' hard, that nigga dick get hard +Nigga took my boy, that was my boy, so he blessed the yard +Tell me, what else you expected from me? I'm a gangsta +[Chorus] +Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em +J. Prince, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +Always down to wet one, send your son to step one +Killa H, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em +Southwest P, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +Always down to wet one, send your son to step one +These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta) + +[Verse 2] +I was a juvie in Baton Rouge, I had to let it go (Let it go) +Makin' moves, kickin' up dust with my nephew low (Get low) +I used to cook coke with Little P and little Daddy O +I used to fuck with Silky Slim 'til he did that pussy shit on the radio +Let's talk some real shit, those I kept it real with +Niggas ain't gon' hype me shit when I was sellin' my kicks +My bad, can't forget Dig 'em, fuck your habit, you a G +'Fore you flooded your own nephew, you came cross the trap to me +And that was cradle to the grave shit, yay-yay +And that was Busta and some Flav shit (I miss Coo), yay-yay +Yay-yay, real Gs, we ain't trustin' nothin' (Trustin' nothin') +I was sellin' dope, couldn't even trust my cousin + +[Chorus] +Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em +Black Trell, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +Always down to wet one, send your son to step one +Craig Game, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em +Lil' Bleek, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +Always down to wet one, send your son to step one +My nigga Ghost, real gangsta (Real gangsta) +[Outro] +D-Pitch +He died with his mask on (Real gangsta) +Lil' Ton +Died gettin' his smash on (Real gangsta) +Soulja Slim +He died in front his mom's home (Real gangsta) +But through my music that nigga lives on (That's real gangsta) +That big Slim was a gangstaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gone But Not ForgottenBig wayne on da track nigga..boosie badazz e.n.t I might be gone but not forgotten(straight up)(lets get it) + +CHORUS:Dey got a nigga like whooa man dis court shit done got outta control man (I might be gone but not forgotten)i can't sleep man shouldn't of neva made fucked up police man (I might be gone but not forgotten) (2x) +Just left da lawyers office shit done got real,3 weeks for i drop now dey got a deal, do a year an the other charges dissapear,look cross da table T-lady my momma up in tears, should i take em to trial play wit my life, my name Boosie Badazz im wrong an im wright,dey got me on my dvd's smokin weed,gave da picture to da judge shit i dont need, lawyers say im found guilty an its friday 3rd, all dat money i gave out deze niggas sold me out,gave me a week to take the time and its fucking wit me, fuck da city damn judge i ain't even convicted,bleek told me dont play wit em donkey told me fight, man my mind goin through a motherefuckin cycle,got my movement to hold me down when im gone away,12 months the most i ever did was sixty days +CHORUS (2X) + +Fuck it send me up the road i ain't goin to trial, take my lick an sit down put on a couple pounds,told my round told me down shit fanna get real,take care my kids be focused dont be poppin pills, im comin home with a grudge goin off like pac, any nigga who owe me money we come an wet ya block,any nigga who act funny ima expose dey ass,think my career over wit ima show dey ass, call my NFL cats i need a couple stacks, hold me down my nigga,i need you now my nigga,jus had a talk wit ivy honor my oldest child,daddy gone be gone a while she broke down an cried, fanna sell a couple cars quick hundred g's,a couple diamond chains 200 g's,family gone eat when im gone i gotta master plan, leak a song every week come home im mad! +CHORUS (2X)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Southern Smoke[Intro] +Yeah (Bow) +Yeah (Bow) +Yeah (Bow, bow) +Yeah (Bow) +Yeah (Bow) +Yeah (Bow, bow, bow) + +[Chorus] +This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow) +Southern smoke (Bow) +Better get your southern smoke +This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow) +Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow) +The se niggas don't want smoke +This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke) +Southern smoke (Southern smoke) +These niggas don't want smoke +This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke) +Southern smoke (Southern smoke) +Better get your southern smoke +It's that fuckin' southern smoke + +[Verse 1] +I'm first to smoke this bitch up like cigarettes in parkin' lots +Ain't none changed about me, I'll still hit you with this 40 Glock +Carbine with the 30, this bitch wipe you like the Sandman +Pistol-whipped to silence so I'll kill ya without a band plan +Jambalaya, crawfish, Mardi Gras, see some round tits +Money showin', takin' our pictures and we's airin' the niggas +For instance, they is get-to-the-cash-talkin' Atlanta niggas +Rob his ass, kill him on sight, talkin' Savannah, nigga +Them Floridan kids fuck with my shit, I rock with Tampa niggas +We don't rap beef at all like y'all, we come and stamp a nigga +Hustle summer, winter, spring and fall, that's why the bag different +I represent for niggas gettin' money who ain't ass-kissin' +[Chorus] +Southern smoke (Bow) +Southern smoke (Bow) +Better get your southern smoke +This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow) +Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow) +These niggas don't want smoke +This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke) +Southern smoke (Southern smoke) +These niggas don't want smoke +This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke) +Southern smoke (Southern smoke) +Better get your southern smoke +It's that fuckin' southern smoke + +[Post-Chorus] +Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together +Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together +Break you down to pieces, break you down to pieces +Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together + +[Verse 2] +I got my people with me, they got that 30 and that nine +He be on Percs all the time, I keep 'em with me +We in this bitch, I got my people with me +And we ain't worried 'bout a thang +Real goons, better watch your fuckin' chain, rap nigga +Gang shit down south big mouth trap nigga +Cocaine, Codeine, H-Town south with us +I know some daytime shooters, lose they mind behind a nigga +Mafioso type, I'll rip the spine out a nigga (Southern smoke) +On your bitch ass, tweetin' to get your toe tagged +Talkin' to that bitch while I'm feedin' 'em to your ho ass +Bow, bow (Didn't I tell you?) Bow, bow (Didn't I tell you?) +Bow, bow (Bitch ass), bow, bow +Now they smell it +[Chorus] +Southern smoke (Bow) +Southern smoke (Bow) +Better get your southern smoke +This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow) +Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow) +These niggas don't want smoke +This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke) +Southern smoke (Southern smoke) +These niggas don't want smoke +This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke) +Southern smoke (Southern smoke) +Better get your southern smoke +It's that fuckin' southern smoke + +[Post-Chorus] +Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together +Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself together (Bow, bow, bow) +Break you down to pieces (Bow), break you down to pieces (Bow) +Break you down to pieces, have you tryna put yourself togetherEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Savage Holidays[Intro] +Ooh +Kinda cold in them hideaways +Ain't nobody die today + +[Chorus] +Savage holiday +Ooh, it's kinda cold in them hideaways +Ain't nobody die today +Savage holiday + +[Verse 1] +Too young, died from the corner store (Ha) +Nigga brought that 'cause he wanted more (Ha) +Now they want get back, left us, gon' hit back +Left them boys in front the store (Ha) +Caught 'em in traffic, did the boy nasty +On some true dog shit +Sprayed everybody like, "Fuck it!" +On some Duval shit (Duval) +This 'fore Thanksgivin', they trippin' +They want blood, not chicken +Only thing on they mental +Kill that nigga 'fore Christmas +Miss Patty just lost her baby last Christmas +(Guess what else, though?) +Her other son, he got eighty last Christmas +[Chorus] +Savage holiday (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) +Ooh, it's kinda cold in them hideaways (Kinda cold in them hideaways) +Ain't nobody die today +I hope you safe and you escape a +Savage holiday (Savage holiday) +When you lose someone you love who you know love Christmas +Savage holiday +When that little thug first get that pistol, savage holiday + +[Verse 2] +Baby mama trippin', men can't see they baby +And it's Christmastime (Oh Lord) +That's enough to drive you crazy +At Christmastime (Oh Lord) +Her nigga fucked her best friend 'round Christmastime +Now she don't even like that holiday no more, savage +This for Chicago, niggas who get it up like Ralo +This for my niggas in the snow in Milwaukee +New Year's, looked at the news, two kids +Another mother with a fuckin' savage holiday +No gift gon' make us proud today +Tell me 'bout it +Her other son, he gon' ride today (Ooh) +This happened all +He was finally fuckin' shinin', mayne +Like nigga, he was bossin' +Last year he was rappin' +This year he in a coffin +No merry Christmas +[Outro] +Savage holiday +Ooh, I hope you strapped up in them hideaways +Ooh, kinda cold in them hideaways +No merry Christmas, savage holidayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mama know loveMama kno love never leave me lonley feed me when im hungry seccEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Play It How It GoI’m knee deep up in the streets, popping g’s up in these streets +Straight for keeps, if you don’t work then you don’t eat up in these streets +You got wisdom and you clutching, you succeed up in these streets +But if you timid and you pussy, you gonn bleed up in these streets +How you build, how you ride, once you make us friend of mine +G shit, how nigga live, really slaying out +Free shit, niggas ain’t gonna give, if you ain’t designer +Get it on your own and I’ll be damned if niggas claiming mine +Bust your bust pipe to make the bitch nigga come out +Set your book and getting question, make the snitch nigga come out +Just be cool and call your lawyer, that’s how rich niggas come out +And if it’s big we on the streets, we hoping wish niggas come out +Got my g code from the og’s, on the south side, I grew up +I’m screwed up, tattoed up, I’m tuned up +...nigga not me, I play it how it go +Niggas play a lot of games but you can’t play me like no ho 1 hunna + +[Hook] x 2 +How you nigga really feeling, talking gangsta shit +Done got a lot of niggas killed +If you talking how you singing, nigga I ain’t know +Talking like you thinking, nigga play it how it go, how it go + +Verse 2 for all you coward niggas, perpetrating like you thugged, I call em sour niggas +You ain’t go like that, you flip like that +Get your chest filled with a mac +Get your head bust to the fed +Fucking round with little hatchet ain’t a game +I’m in no game, I’m in the army nigga +Fuck you haters chain with the choppa, that’s a warning nigga +I got that thug in my blood, I’m a veteran +The principal of my school, I expel you man +Project baby, southside baby, whatever you wanna call it +And jesus set you up, my uncles out to hold it +Niggas with no love, I can pay you selling drugs +Love getting money, if you don’t love then you a scrub +Where the love, it ain’t no love in these streets I was raised in +They give a 5 to 10, turn a nigga to cave men +Fake friends, don't get no love, they get bullets +I’ve been a hood bullet, been D-Boin' you pussies nigga! +[Hook] x 2 +How you nigga really feeling, talking gangsta shit +Done got a lot of niggas killed +If you talking how you singing, nigga I ain’t know +Talking like you thinking, nigga play it how it go, how it go + +I swear to god these niggas frauds, I can’t stand you pussies +Spend the bind and let off 10, fill his chest out with bullets +This nigga johhny concrete when he 20 to 30 deep +Catch that coward by itself, I bet he run while you speak +Wailing and holling they silent whole time you a liquor +These niggas raiding out here... +Boy you don’t live like this +You ain’t built like that +Throwing bricks and hide your hand +Will get your brain pushed back +You draw ...on these phones, thinking that will get you on +That shit there will get you gone, exterminate the whole home +I fuck with maggots and they hungry, they eat brains for breakfast +Crash dummy niggas balling, pin your ass to the stretcher +Wake up to guns on the dresser, I really live this life +Far hop a blunt of that pressure and keep my still at night +You better hope the guard you diving for you catch you charge +I just...waiting with a tong for you boy, pussy! + +[Hook] x 2 +How you nigga really feeling, talking gangsta shit +Done got a lot of niggas killed +If you talking how you singing, nigga I ain’t know +Talking like you thinking, nigga play it how it go, how it go5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My NiggaThis is for my n****s, my romes, my rollers, my killas, my thugs, my n****s +My luv, my c*** it back ready to bust + +Boosie Bad Azz + +(Now) If you love yo n****, Hug yo n**** (hug yo n****) +Look em' dead in the eye +And tell yo n**** +Tell that n**** you love em' (you love them) + +We started out +Smoking weed in the park +Vision in our eyes +Tryin make it home foe dark +Flippin off the clothes line, holes in our jeans +F***in wit these hoes mind, on the trampoline +Trippin off that purple haze, tryin get it off +Gotta find a junkie +At the bottom mad dog +All fights was crowd fights, coming up in the streets +And even if you right or wrong it on mane its beef (off top) +I cut cla** wit this n**** +Act a a** wit this n**** +Off that hide-go-get +Unless them hoes suckin dick +Feeling like the s*** on the first week of school +Till ya clothes run out now you acting a fool +Member when we first started grindin' +They was giving us hell +All the OG's was hatin tryin hog all the sells +But the OG's started chosen +We busted the hood open +And my n****s they keep a n**** rollin +I love ya + +Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s) +And all my n****s love me (they love me) +Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****) +Till eternity (for life) + +Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s) +And all my n****s love me (they love me) +Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****) +Till eternity (for life) + +This for donkey, bleak, kirby, and my brother +Brunson Ed Lova and my n**** headbussa +This for Jr and Big Chris off the GST +This for Ivy Ace and Josh who resting in peace +This for Big Turk Big Mel Spurlock and Big deuce +Big Slim AL too Fat Fox and head too +For Tony T. my n**** Goola and Project Pat +This for Lil' Mel off the BL +For Titus and Timmy, I ain't seen em' in a minute +This for my n**** Gator on the purple purple spinage +This for bleak in Angola (Poochie) Mook in Angola (Wow) +This for my n**** Dee Dee knocking heads off the shoulders +For the families, The Hatches, The Givens +For the prays they were sending that keep a n**** living +This for Webbie +We had that argument that day +He still came to see me in the hospital the next day +He must love Me +Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s) +And all my n****s love me (they love me) +Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****) +Till eternity (for life) + +Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s) +And all my n****s love me (they love me) +Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****) +Till eternity (for life) + +Whoever thought in elementary that me and yooou +End up in penitentiary +If I tell you that I love you I mean (I meant that n****) +That ain't this liquor or these pills that's the way a n**** feel on the real +Hung around the n**** so much we like the same hoes +Spit the same game, plus we wear each other clothes +On the rode they be wit me city to city +They watch my every move quick cause lil boosie loss s*** +This for Mouse and Bee, who keep my tracks coming down +This for my Uncle Dee OG out of Eazy town +This for my son tootie that's my lil n**** +And even when Im gone im gone still be wit ya +Say Que a n**** miss ya and I miss ya peeps (Chicago man) +Who help started this vibe that made you leave the streets +What up bunk you know its love here from my block to yo block +This for my n****s in the cell block (WOW) +Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s) +And all my n****s love me (they love me) +Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****) +Till eternity (for life) + +Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s) +And all my n****s love me (they love me) +Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****) +Till eternity (for life) + +I wanna thank that n**** Pimp C for everythang n**** +All the love believe that +I wanna thank my CEO Big Mel and Big Turk +For not quitting on a n**** +Keeping me focus +Keeping my mind right, all the way right +My mind right, bread right, whateva +I wanna thank my family for the prays +The Hatches, The Givens and Trill ENT +That's why I Love ya, One moe time + +Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s) +And all my n****s love me (they love me) +Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****) +Till eternity (for life) + +Yeah I love my n****s (I love my n****s) +And all my n****s love me (they love me) +Yeah I love my n****s (I love y'all n****) +Till eternity (for life)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Too Much for You[Intro] +I'd like to welcome everybody to the Boosie Blues Cafe +Come in, sit down, have a good time +And I'ma talk to the first lady I see +I'ma talk to you, that pretty lady right there +I'm too much for you +I'm the bad boy in the movie, man +I'm too much for you +I'm a lil' too much +I'm too much for you +Boosie Badazz +I'm too much for you, huh + +[Verse] +I'm Bobby Brown when he had money (I'm lit) +I'm too much for you (I'm too much for myself) +I'm James Dean doin' a hundred (I drive fast cars) +I'm too much for you +Pac-Man, that pussy have you runnin' (Come here, come here) +I'm too much for you (Come here) +This sperm I got'll swell your stomach (I know you heard 'bout them kids) +Huh, I'm too much for you (I'm too much for you) +Don't come around if you ain't naked (Tell me, girl, tell me) +Is that too much for you? (Is that too much for you?) +This Boosie love'll have you crazy (Crazy) +Have you wanna have my baby (Too much for you) +I make your ex holler mayday (Mayday, I ain't the one to play with) +I'm too much for you (Too much for you) +I do that boy like I'm Tay-K (Free Tay-K, check my rap sheet) +I'm too much for you (Too much for you) +Mama say I'm too much for these young women +But Mama, I'm a shark, and I love swimmin' +And they ready (And they ready, Mama) +They so ready (They so ready) +Scorpio is ready (Promise you I'm ready) +I'm so ready (I'm so ready) +Blow my mind in the bathroom (Give me head in the bathroom) +Is that too much for you? (Is that too much for you?) +Your mama house in the back room (Your mama house in the back room) +Is that too much for you? (Is that too much for you?) +The balcony at the Fontainebleau (Top floor, lookin' down, gettin' fucked) +Is that too much for you? (Is that too much for you?) +Let me know, baby +'Cause I want you, baby (I want you right now) +But it's dangerous, honey +I want you, baby, huh (I want you, baby) +But it's dangerous, darling +Welcome to the Boosie Blues CafeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Semi On Me[Chorus] +I'm just tryna stack a million +I ain't worried 'bout no nigga +I don't understand why these niggas wanna always tryna see me gone +Keep the semi on + +[Verse 1] +Pussy niggas tryna finish homie +Talking bout they gonna send the homie +I'm just tryna make a living get money +When you gonna tryna take it from me +I make your momma cry +Tell me what you gonna do to a nigga +Make my dick piss blood try to voodoo a nigga +Throw a cross with my nigga try to shoot, shoot a nigga +Try to hang out with the help like you cool with a nigga (lord) +Please control these niggas these bitches +All these bitches will die (lord) +Please control my enemies keep these pussy niggas mending me +(I'm just tryna get to the money man) + +[Chorus] +I'm just tryna stack a million +I ain't worried 'bout no nigga +I don't understand why these niggas wanna always tryna see me gone +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi on +[Verse 2] +We just tryna make a million +I'm just tryna get a million nigga +I got a sore nose talk to my ten nigga +I born in like Denzel nigga +Badass bitch I got the style +Nigga I'm the youngest to the cal +Nigga I'm the youngest in the cal +Got me setting like a lucky lady +Bitch it's a brand new year +You won't see your nigga take out +I ain't gotta prickle me now +I can do well with the face out +I cut me ruler I had to go get to scrap the bottom of all sorts +I just go flex the rest in the restaurant and I know that they notice us +I hop on the rains so making my game +Go rapping my game, game, game +I'm straight at the bottom making a right to the top and bang, bang, bang +I damage the chain nigga I ain't chained +Who keeping good our promises +I told my mommy I'm gonna squeeze my soul for breaking my promises + +[Chorus] +I'm just tryna stack a million +I ain't worried 'bout no nigga +I don't understand why these niggas wanna always tryna see me gone +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi on +[Verse 3] +Homicide in the driveway +Shorty shoulda had a semi on +Homicide on a Friday +Just was with the nigga thursday morning +I've seen a murder money +I'm just tryna eat around this motherfucker +Cuz I ain't shit sweet around this motherfucker +Better take it with you when you leave home nigga +I better take it wit' you I don't wanna hear about another sad song nigga + +[Chorus] +I'm just tryna stack a million +I ain't worried 'bout no nigga +I don't understand why these niggas wanna always tryna see me gone +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi on +Keep the semi onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All That Mixed ’N One[AD LIBS] + +I'm all of them mixed n one +Killin niggas + +Boosie Bad Azz nigga + +[VERSE 1] +I'm James Harden on these pussy niggas +Ty [?] on these rookie niggas +Like Jigga Man I used to cook it nigga +Like Snow Man I used to whoop it nigga +Like Adrian Peterson, I get stronger +As the game, it get longer +I like blood red like Game homie +But I ain't up in no gang homie +Like Gucci Mane, 20 chains on me +Like Young Thug, I keep them thangs on me +My Day 1s, we play for keep +Like Lil Durk and Young Reek +They love me up in my city boy like Mr. Fab in tha Bay boy +Like Snoop Dogg, I blow dat +Florida love me like Kodak + +[HOOK] +I'm all that and I'm mixed n one +Talent, ain't missin' none +Ima keep on shittin' on niggas, keep on shittin' on niggas +I'm all that and I'm mixed n one +Talent, ain't missin' none +Ima keep on shittin' on niggas, Boosie, I'ma keep shittin on niggas +(Boosie!) + +[VERSE 2] +Bobby Shmurda in my city boy +D.A hate me, and tha police too +Got a sweet deal like Chief Keef +And they can't touch my shows too +Boy I'm on my T.I. shit +Clothing line on fire too (Jewelhouse) +Like Fab nigga, I got my own swag +And my hair cut on fire too (Boosie fade) +Like 2Pac, I spit tha real +So BooPac my nickname +Swagged out like Eazy E +I'm like Yo Gotti in my white thang +Like Meek nigga, I'm from tha streets nigga +Like Meek nigga, I'm in that Black Rolls +Like Drake nigga, I got bad bitches +Run my city like he run Toronto +Like 2 Chainz I get them bags +I be on his side, on Old Nat +Like Trick Daddy, I'm from tha hood +I'm good there, and I can go back +Like Rich Homie, I'm rich homie +Riding round wit' that stick on me +Sperm strong like P. Diddy +Like Puff, I love my kids homie +[HOOK] + +[VERSE 3] +I'm Cam Newton on these fuck niggas +Smile, and talk shit fo' I truck niggas +Like Offset, I'm fucked up +Middle finger like fuck the judge +Like Rick Ross, I'm a big boss +Like Kanye, my bitch raw +Like Weezy dawg, Ima legend dawg +I been in it 15 years or better dawg +Big pieces like Busta Rhymes +Like Remy Ma, don't fuck wit' mine +Like Stunna nigga, I keep a bankroll +In Fayetteville, I'm like J. Cole +Like Big Sean, I'm looked over +Like DMX, my life like a roller coaster +I'm probably even bigger than Kendrick up in Oakland +Nigga Ima menace up in Oakland +Like NAS nigga, I go off +Like YG, I'm 400 +Like Plies bitch, I'm at tha Ritz Carlton +Like Fif, I can do a lot of shit talkin' +Crips love me like Nipsey nigga +Like Webbie nigga, I stay tipsy nigga +Like Floyd nigga, I'm straight G +I'm bout Choppa City like BG +[HOOK]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trouble[Intro] +Trouble on last, oh well +Here we go again, here we go again, here we go again +Trouble, always in trouble +Boosie Blues Cafe +Always in trouble + +[Chorus] +I'm in trouble (I’m in trouble again) +Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother) +Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother) +But I'm back in trouble (Your son back in trouble) +Sorry Mama, I'm in trouble (I’m in trouble) +I can't win for losin' (Can't win for losin') +I stay in trouble (I been gettin' in trouble a long time) +Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother) +Forgive me, Brother (Forgive me, Brother) +But I'm back in trouble (I'm back in trouble) +Boosie back in trouble again +I’m in trouble (I’m in trouble) +I'm in trouble (I’m in trouble) + +[Verse 1] +I went to prison (I went to the pen, real pen) +I hurt my mama (Hurt Miss Connie) +Hurt my fans (Hurt my fans) +I hurt my children (I hurt them babies and that hurts more than anything) +When they pointed me out, they counted me out +The lawyers was high, I wanted to cry +They took my music (Took all my money, I had to start from scratch) +The pressure was on, they thought I was gone +And guess what happened? I was found not guilty (God is good, yes he is, yes he is) +God, I'm back in trouble, hear me, Lord, I need you +Caught another charge in prison, I was nickin' (I needed it) +Needed Actavis, so I called my nigga (Titus and Que) +Now we in trouble (We in trouble) +I'm the reason we was messed up +[Chorus] +Forgive me, brother (Forgive me, brother) +You know I love you (You know that love) +You back in trouble (Back in trouble) +Who else I was gon’ call but y'all, nigga? +Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother) +Forgive me, Mother (Forgive me, Mother) +Your son back in trouble (Boosie back in trouble, yes I am) +Back in trouble (Back in trouble) +Stay in trouble (Stay in trouble) +I'm in trouble (Right now) + +[Verse 2] +I can't get out (I can't go nowhere right now) +Cross my fingers (Cross my fingers) +Share my mother (Share my mother) +Where my Lord? (Where my Lord?) +Call my Lord (Call Jesus) +Tell him they tryna put somethin' else on me again +And I'm back in trouble (You know who you call first) +Call my mother (Call Miss Connie) +Tell her I love her (Tell her I love her) +If I don't be there for her birthday +Kiss her for me (Y'all kiss her for me) +'Cause I'm in trouble (I'm in trouble) +This that struggle +Me and my girl done made a bag gettin' it in +Now she in trouble (Anita in trouble) +Too much trouble (It's too much trouble) +[Outro] +I'ma send this out to everybody +Who trouble seem to find when they ain't lookin' for it (Too much trouble) +Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? +Always in trouble +Free Kodak +I'ma send this out to the mamas +Who got them hard ass kids (Stay in trouble) +Always in trouble +If you had a child stayed in trouble +You gotta feel this motherfucker right here +I told C-Murder and BG when they come home +No more trouble (No more trouble) +Free Bobby Shmurda, nigga +Told my mother (Told my mother) +Told my brother (Told TQ) +No more troubleEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The fam[Lil Boosie] +I just wanna show the world that I really do this shit +That I really make quality street music (know what I'm talking about) +And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good +I just done seen a lot (know what I'm talking about) + +We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit +My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla +We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit +My nigga you gotta feel it lil nigga + +I got my own voice (blessed), sing my own hooks (blessed) +Fresh fade nice smile I got my own looks (fresh) +I just like to make people happy (forreal) +Four kids I just like being a good daddy (best daddy) +But I'm a gangster and I rock shows (you ain't seen my shows) +A people person, so you know Lil Boosie got hoes +Damn hoes that's a figure of speech +Get a lot of shit like that when you listen to me +As for my fans, I love y'all straight up +Y'all apart of me so when they hate, they hate us +Money keep a nigga going the better things (house) +Mane I take it to the bank I don't make it rain (boss) +But I'm fly like Weezy (waddup Weezy) plus the hood niggas +Mane they believe me like Jeezy (waddup Jeezy) +And I just like to have a good time hit the yo +Smoke one, and put my life in my rhymes +[Chorus] +We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit +My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla +We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit +My nigga you gotta feel it lil nigga + +[Lil Boosie] +Father forgive me I was raised on some real shit +So I can't sugar coat shit not a lil bit +Inside I'm sad about my daddy +Since I lost my grams I ain't been given a damn +But I still hold my head high and sometime I cry +But when I cry man I don't know why +I feel trapped to be a superstar (forreal) +A hundred thousand worth of jewelry to end it +And I spend it with no problem +You don't like badass then that's your problem M.O.B +Wouldn't give a damn if their hoes holla +Love cars, love broads with a passion +I ain't ever had shit so I'm flashin (do yo thing) +I work hard go and get it on the road seven months +Runnin seven-fifty off for shows get it +I'm hood rich, still smoking that good shit +Still got the same hood clique straight up + +[Chorus] +We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit +My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla +We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit +My nigga you gotta feel it lil nigga +[Webbie] +I told my teacher to her eyes I'ma make it there +She ain't even looked surprised gave me +Another F or a fucking D happy you got a C +Fuck the world lately, be whatever you wanna be +Ain't nothing like a strong mind +And some confidence whenever you step out of line +It's a consequence we all overseas, we puffin weed +We'll make you niggas bleed yes in fucking deed +Seven fourty-seven yelling seven fourty-seven +On the real we gotta be a couple miles from heaven +The world tried to pull us down but we ain't fuckin let it +I would have did some of it different but I don't regret it +That's one thing about me though I never been a quitter +That seizure shit crazy, shout out to the hospital +Rest in peace ma I'ma be on TV (watch) +Young Savage, Sweet Jones, Trill Family + +[Chorus] +We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit +My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla +We gon' show the world, the definition of real shit +My nigga you gotta feel it lil niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck the Night Away[Intro] +Come here, man, why you actin' like that? +Come here, man, stop actin' like that + +[Chorus] +I just wan' fuck the night away +No more fallin' in love again +Don't need that burden from you, baby +I'm yearnin' from you, baby +Your love so hard to duplicate +I don't wan' fight, I just wan' fuck the night away +No more fallin' in love again +Just wanna lay you on the dresser and make you feel special +My love so hard to duplicate + +[Verse 1] +I just wan' fuck the night away, ayy +2 o'clock the A, ayy +I promise you I'm ready, lil' mama +I can eat the plate (Plate) +Make you feel great (Great) +Eat it like a lesbian, straight drama (Drama) +The love you give to me (Me) +I bring out your freak (Can't you see?) +We connected, lil' mama +Girl, I don't want to beef (Beef) +I'd rather rub your feet (Feet) +Girl, I want you naked in front me +[Chorus] +I just wan' fuck the night away +No more fallin' in love again +Don't need that burden from you, baby +I'm yearnin' from you, baby +Your love so hard to duplicate +I just wan' fuck the night away +No more fallin' in love again +Just wanna lay you on the dresser and make you feel special +My love so hard to duplicate + +[Verse 2] +I just wan' lay you down tonight, make you feel good (Yes) +Have some sloppy sex like when we first met (You remember?) +Like when we used to sneak and fuck on the city bus +You think that we can top that night we did that ecstacy? +Goddamn, we 'bout to really fuck (We 'bout to really fuck) +Lock your fingers, wrap your legs around (Man) +Fuck me good like you don't never want this dick to leave (Dick to leave) +I don't wan' argue with you, please (Please) +And from the heart, this all I need (This all I need) + +[Chorus] +I just wan' fuck the night away +No more fallin' in love again +Don't need that burden from you, baby +I'm yearnin' from you, baby +Your love so hard to duplicate +I just wan' fuck the night away +No more fallin' in love again +Just wanna lay you on the dresser and make you feel special +My love so hard to duplicate +[Verse 3] +Set you on the kitchen counter, lil' mama +Can you take it on the counter? +Wash you in the shower, straight drownin' +Bend you over in the shower +2 o'clock the A, ayy +Girl, you my lil' bae (Oh, that's bae) +And we connected, lil' mama +I can eat the plate (Damn) +Make you feel great (Yeah) +Eat it like a lesbian, straight drama + +[Outro] +You already know (We fuckin') +All night (We fuckin', we fuckin') +No more fallin' in love again (We fuckin') +Don't need that burden from you, baby (We fuckin') +I'm yearnin' from you, baby (We fuckin') +Your love so hard to duplicate (We fuckin') +Fuck the night awayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +War Stories[Intro] +Andre on the beat +You and I got war stories +Bitch +Ride for you, nigga? +Yes +We got war stories, me and you, man +Me and you, nigga +You don't wanna go there +Nah, nah +Niggas don't want no war +I'll ride with you, I'll die for you +I'll be someone you really need +You don't want no war +I'll ride with you, I'll die for you +Don't fuck around, stop playin' + +[Chorus] +Introduce you to these war stories +War stories (War stories), war stories (War stories) +War stories (War stories), nigga +I ride for you in them war stories +War stories (War stories), war stories (War stories) +Man, them war stories (War stories), busta + +[Verse 1] +Caught me slippin', shit, me and Kirb and we had to bang it out (Busta) +Thought I was hit, glass from the window all in my fuckin' mouth (Busta) +One month later, all out the window I had to air it out (Haa) +Had to show these niggas I'm 'bout what I be talkin' 'bout +I was just sixteen, I kept a rod all the time +Beefin' with the other side, at midnight, I let it fly (Cha) +All this war behind I, love that boy and I got 'em (Straight up) +I went and got them boys who got 'em, and they out their bottom +Same street lil G hit, I led, you 'posed to follow +Instead of puttin' you on game, shit, them niggas put you on powder +Be no tellin' the ways them people on us every hour +Never sneak a real nigga, you supposed to sneak a coward, nigga +[Chorus] +War stories (War stories), war stories (War stories) +War stories +I ride for you in them war stories +War stories, too many war stories +I ride for you + +[Verse 2] +Sixteen I was a GI Joe for the G-I chain, rockin' FUBU +Had a problem with banks, talkin', "That lil' nigga new-new" +Kinda crazy, 'cause my cousin front bangers, that nigga foo-foo +Now my cousin friend said our cousin could get the shit, too +Free Lil' Mook and free my cousin Foo, they both on that river +They war stories ain't got no filters, they some cold-blooded niggas +They say we wasn't 'posed to hit 'em, I say he shouldn't have been with 'em +Say, "I don't know, how you trippin'?", say, "I ain't gon' stop 'til I get 'em" +Fred just got shot, heard his only thought was like, "I'm stuck in the middle" +'Cause Paul is my fuckin' dog and Bobby, that's my nigga +Why he did it? He want attention, he's a sucka-ducka +Couple years later, I caught a murder charge (For who?) +For my baby mama brother + +[Chorus] +War stories, war stories +War stories +I ride for you, we got war stories +War stories (War stories), too many war stories (War stories) +I ride for you +Alright, look, war +[Verse 3] +Remember, we got blunted, popped a bottle to that nigga? (War) +Waited 'til he came home, played possum on that nigga (War) +Remember when we had them pineapples, but was scared to throw them bitches? (War) +Do you remember when my main man turned to my main witness? +Damn, huh +War stories +Me and B got war stories +For real +Nigga, like that +YeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hoe[Intro] +You's a ho, you’s a ho +You's a ho, bitch, you already know +Boy, you's a ho, you’s a ho +You's a ho + +[Verse 1] +You need to sit when you piss, you old pussy ass bitch +If you ain't ridin' with your stick, bitch, you're hit, we don't give a damn +You be talkin' to these hoes, these hoes don't get you slammed +These pistols don’t fucking jam, they on fire, NBA Jam +You been pussy since elementary (Pussy ass nigga) +Scared of pussy since elementary while we was duckin’ detention +Not to mention our heart don't pump the fuckin’ same blood, I swear to God +You a misdemeanor, I'm a murder charge +My head ain't got no screws in this bitch +What you wan' do in this bitch? +Fuck your car, we shoot the roof off that bitch +Swing and hit two in that bitch +Since you tried, it’s suicide +It's you or I and ain't no pussy nigga finna kill me + +[Chorus] +You's a ho (Yeah, I said it), you's a ho (You's a ho) +You's a ho (You's a ho), you's a ho (Bitch, you already know) +I know you, nigga, you's a ho (You's a bitch) +You's a ho (You's a ho), you's a ho +I'm lookin' for you, bitch +Here pussy, pussy, here pussy, pussy +Here pussy, pussy (Where you at, nigga? I'm lookin' for you, ho) +Here pussy, pussy, here pussy, pussy (Where you at?) +Here pussy, pussy (Swing on you niggas like) +[Verse 2] +Where that boy? Where that boy? +Rap about him, disrespect that boy, check that boy +Fuck a brother, man, we beat that charge, ho eat that charge +This motherfucker got a thirty in it, show me my next victim, I swear to God +That nigga dead (That nigga dead), 'cause I sweared to God (Sweared to God) +That I would hurt his ass +I swear to God I murked his ass +Serve his ass, shoot him anywhere, I'm talkin' purge his ass +And throw away the bloody murder rag + +[Chorus] +We done just killed a ho (Yeah, I said it), you's a ho (You's a ho) +You's a ho (You's a ho), you's a ho (Bitch, you already know) +I know you, nigga, you's a ho (You's a bitch) +You's a ho (You's a ho), you's a ho +I'm lookin' for you, bitch +Here pussy, pussy, here pussy, pussy +Here pussy, pussy (Where you at, nigga? I'm lookin' for you, ho) +Here pussy, pussy, here pussy, pussy (Where you at?) +Here pussy, pussyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m on My Way[Verse 1] +On my way to Mississippi (I love Mississippi) +Where everybody love me like whiskey (Everybody love Boosie in Mississippi) +On my way to Alabama (On my way to Alabama) +Had to stop in Louisiana +To get the right hot sauce with my chicken (Woo, woo) +Tomorrow is Milwaukee (Tomorrow is Milwaukee) +Where the girls ain't talkin’ (Girls ain't talkin') +After that, Kentucky +Where all the fine white girls love me (Listen Jane, listen Jane) +On the way to cut the food (On the way to cut the food) +On the way to sing the blues +Got a brand new shirt, got some brand new shoes +Girl, I’m on my way to you (My way to you) + +[Chorus] +On my way (On my way) +On my way (On my way) +On my way (Lord, girl) +On my way +Won't be long now ('Cause I'm on my way) +Won't be long now ('Cause I'm comin' right now) +Won’t be long now (’Cause I'm on my way) +’Cause I'm on my way + +[Verse 2] +Jumped on the airplane (I looked out the window) +It never rains in Southern California +How it looks from the airplane (It looks from the airplane) +Told Sidney I'm on my way (Woo) +Told her no molly in them three (Woo) +Leave LA and hit the A (Woo) +I'm on my way to the Flame (Woo) +Dallas, Texas know my name (Woo) +They favorite thing was my flame (Woo) +Need to go and pay a visit (Woo) +But I can’t get out of Houston (Woo, woo) +[Chorus] +On my way (Promise you, girl) +On my way +On my way +On my way (On my way) +Won't be long now +Won't be long now +Won't be long now +'Cause I'm on my way + +[Outro] +On my way to Mississippi +Love Mississippi +On my way to Mississippi +Everybody love me like whiskey +On my way to Alabama +Love Alabama +Had to stop in Louisiana +To get the right hot sauce with my chicken +Krispy Kreme, I'm on my way +Blue Store, I'm on my way +Man it's nice, on my way +Debbie Kruger, on my way +Won't be long now +Be long now +On my wayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +HarlemI'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem +Cocky like I'm from Harlem +Niggas showin' me love, like Rich Porter in Harlem +I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem + +I'm cocky like I'm from Harlem +I'm cocky like I'm from Harlem +Ride low on the Forgi's +Top down, feelin' stardom +Ballin', feelin' like Jordan +I got on the new Jordans, my whole clique, pussy bitch +They got on the new Jordans +We retarded, we livin' large now, Rich Porter +I came so far now, this is how we roll +We play the backseat, we chauffered like big dogs +We don't drive no cars now +We used to move blow, we know the snakes now, (Who?) +Alpo +They say I got a oldschool swag like a Harlem nigga +But I'd never do what Nicky did to them Harlem niggas +Clothes, liquor, headphones, I want it all my nigga +Keep a bad ass bitch with some high ass heels +Word around, they gon' do me like Ace and shit +Hard to kill, bitch, you better have Matrix clips + +I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem, swish +Watch, bright, gold chain +Cocky like I'm from Harlem, swish +Top down, feelin' stardom +Niggas showin' me love, like Rich Porter in Harlem +I'm go-and-get it like a Harlem nigga +Shittin' on you like a Harlem nigga +Man, I put it in your face (take that) like a Harlem nigga +Me and my niggas drippin' wet like some Harlem niggas +I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem +I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem +Comin' through in the foreigns, me and my brother Taquari +Name my nephew Harlem +Is what I name my nephew +Probably gon' ice the lil nigga up 'fore he turn 2 +Smokin' that Diesel, I be smokin' that Diesel +This shit come from my people +Uptown in them Bs, (shoutout to Gym, nigga) +Ballin', hope you knowin' that we play above the rim, nigga +Steppin' in Guiseppes, fuckin' right, I paid a grip, nigga +I got Pimp C pussy in the back of the 'lac +30 chains on with the 30-30 to match +Frank Lucas, got the coat with the hat to match +This my Thursday car, nigga, yeeah , I'm ballin' like that +I'm ballin' like I'm from Harlem +I'm ballin' outta control, nigga +Top back, no shirt, cocky like I'm from Harlem +Top down, all my niggas show me love 'round this bitch +Rich Porter in Harlem, swish +I'm a special kinda nigga, swish +I go get the money and I put it in they face +In my city I'm like Diddy in Harlem +In my city I'm like Diddy in Harlem +Ballin' +In my city I'm like Diddy in Harlem +In my city I'm like Diddy in Harlem +I can't help that I'm ballin', I'm a fuckin' globetrotter +Pimp your momma, she let me, I'm 'bout every damn dollar +Don't ask the price on my wrist, you lil hoes can't afford it +Cocky like I'm from Harlem, nigga, fuck being humble +Gold rope to match my beadies, niggas hate when they see me +We on tour they say we switched up cuz they barely even see me +Whole clique got chains, this ain't come from Johhny Dang +Ice my neck put them crystals on my neck like 'cain +You can't help but to see us, my whole team they like bosses +Order steak at Ruth's Chris, ate Mc D in the foreigns +Gon' be more when we flossin, in the south, this ain't Harlem +We gon' stunt in our section, nigga, break out the bottles +These hoes love me like I'm Keith Sweat up in Harlem,. +New wave like I'm ASAP up in Harlem +Oldschool dipset shit like Harlem +Same dream, different hustle, nigga we just went to [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +4, 3, 2, 14,3,2,1 + +[BOOSIE] Verse 1 +I got a hustle that's unmatchable +A swag that can't be touched +I got real blood diamonds +Snatch this chain, you gon' get bussed +Every thang I spit be sick +So I dun fucked tha world up +Got respect across the world +But I don't never get enough +Trigger finger soft as tissue +Boy, lil' boy don't call my bluff +I got bitches like Delicious +Squirt when they catch a nut +I got Polo on my body +Red bottoms on my feet +I got bitches in Milwaukee +Detroit, all tha way to Flint +I got kush like Wiz, so you know a nigga lit +Came out tha pussy bout my biz so I gotta represent +In tha cage full of rage +And now it's time to vent +They took Lil Bleek away from me +So now it's time to sin huh +[HOOK] +4,3,2,1 + +Realest nigga at this shit + +[VERSE 2] +I got deals on tha table +And they talkin big ol' money +Time to do some big ol' stuntin' +Hit tha ground, and keep runnin' +Real shit back so won't you hear it now +Got all my real niggas in heaven +Smilin', lookin' down +This for my niggas in tha kitchen mane +Who cookin' now +Nigga got that charge +Who sittin' in central booking now +Mane they say 2Pac back +I'm tha closet, hands down +But I don't rap beef +Say sumin' bout me +You gon' get laid down +I never switch +I took my lick and I laid down +So many shitted on ya boy +But they gon' pay now +And I'm tha man from East Oakland to Chi-town +Nothing but Boosie when they ride +When they ride 'round +That crack music nigga +I go hard nigga + +It's so addictive, explicit +Contagious +Talk about lickin', killin in these streets +I'm so outrageous +I'm a army by myself +I put labels on my back +I put candy on my whip +And I put paper on a rat +Got a gift to touch some hearts +And Im gon' thank tha man for that +These couple years been hard +But bitch I'm almost back +I like 'em thick +I like 'em slim +I like 'em just right fine +I like my head slow motion +And look in my eyes +Minor setback for a major comeback +You know I wasn't lying +If I ain't fuck yo bitch +You know I wasn't tryin' +My secret weapon Iviona +And she top of tha line +Learned tha business up in prison +Im on top of my grind +My circle small +Cuz half my dawgs fightin' 1st degree murder +Ready to get back to the streets +And light that 1st degree purple +Promised my niggas in the pen +I was gon' touch and act a beast +They ain't comin' like I'm comin' +Now tha game belong to me +Don't want Bobby by tha pound +I don't want Whitney by tha key +I just want my 7 kids who mean tha world to me +Yo girl a freak +She ate my meat, and ya'll married +Ratchet +No more walkin' round wit 50 g's +Plastic +Got a BB shirt on wit' her hair down +Jazzy +A hundred grand a night +Fuckin' right +I'm still happy 2x +Tote a packEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Want Me[Verse 1:] +Back in the ghetto, be real or be wanted +I have done bad +I hurt all my lovers +Stop hanging with nigga +These niggas be funny +Had to sit down and see who are my hommie +I’m talking to Vital +Boy send me some taco +From in the pack Imma run now +It’s nachos, don’t trust me nigga +I don’t really love these bitches +I’m focused on my riches +What you tryna get little nigga, ugh +What you want a bet a little brick +Got a annoying nigga keep a good ticket +Trap in the cab and my bitch stay tripping +I’m getting that money, have no time to listen +I’m not gonna pack up like us on the list + +[Chorus:] +My matching designer make these bitches want me +Might try park her up on this but this ain’t my corner +The way I’m finest make they really want me +And when the pack touch down +I’ll make her really want it +I know she really want me [x2] +I know she really want me +They really want me +I know she really want me [x2] +I know they really want me [x2] +[Verse 2:] +She think I’m gonna make her rich +Just conversation in dick +I cannot trod with a hoes +Honestly that’s how it goes +Momma been told me that woman would trap me +So you better strap it down nigga, for real +Cause now that a walk in a place +I want to grab the baddest bitch in the building +Toes hurting +I be chasing commons +Please think before a nigga run up +Hit my line about a random thirty +When they look they want the anaconda +Tuti Fruti got damn Judy +If she got a nigga +Then you might be loosing +Risk game make the vision blurry +She don’t even care how a nigga looking +Fuck with a kid like that +Like a nigga I thought her +These niggas garbage is basically litter +Put you back down and toss you like a flipper +You not a rapper please don’t let me get you +Stunting is behind me but that is expected +It’s gone by the time these bitches get naked +All you might do for you and your family +I know that you really want me shorty +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Christmas List[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +Yeah +Playboy on the beat +What up, Lucci, nigga? +We gon' talk on this bitch about how we live for Christmas +What we gon' get our little girls and shit +How we livin', you know what I'm sayin'? +Straight up, nigga +Ain't nothin' like bein' able to take care of your people +Look out for motherfuckers +Straight up + +[Verse 1: YFN Lucci] +Ohh-ohh-ohh, yeah +Two Christmas trees and they all flooded (All flooded), yeah +Told Frida Reed ain't no more strugglin' (No strugglin') +At Christmastime we were teens, shit was all ugly (All ugly) +At Christmastime 2018 then we all got ropes (Ropes) +Whole house loaded, plus the kids' accounts loaded (They loaded) +Plus my brother got a kid, so that's a blessin' (Yeah, yeah) +Check game, with them, total spent ten on all the presents, hey +I don't even know how we gon' sneak in with all these presents (Hell nah) +I don't even know where we gon' begin, this shit here hectic, yeah +And I pray this shit don't never end, this shit a blessin', yeah +I spent my whole life tryna get my mama everything (Thang) +Now my daughter, she want Jojo everything (Thang, uh) +And my son, he want PJ Masks (Yeah, hey) +Swooped that PJ with Masks (Yeah, hey) +Almost everything I wanted I had to take, hey (I had to take, hey) +And now y'all got your whole life made (Life made) +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +I just wanna be with my family for Christmas (Yay, yay) +We gon' ball in Atlanta for Christmas (Yay, yay) +I'm gon' get what they askin' for Christmas (Of course, mayne) +My kids live lavish for Christmas, we all gang +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch, I bought another chain +Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, holidays, we off the chain +Everybody same way, everybody gettin' paid (Yeah) +Everybody gettin' paid, everybody Christmas paid (Ayy) +Nigga, I'm gon' get some more guns +Merry Christmas, I'm livin' like a coke don +Smoke bomb, gon' get fly, dope, the low done +If I die tonight, at least I had fun +Real nigga merry Christmas + +[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan] +Christmas meant for me we couldn't go to bed, homie (I couldn't) +Only thing I wanted was a bike with the pegs on it (I didn't get it) +We pour our egg nog on the ground for our dead homies (Rest in peace) +I'm lit like candlelight and I'm in that same bag Santa got (On God) +Might celebrate with Boosie, get it poppin' (Poppin') +I'm stuffin' all kinda drugs in my Christmas stockin' (Be quiet) +When I was broke my Christmas list was more like window shoppin' (I swear) +But now I'm up, and yeah, I'm rich, nigga +All my niggas stealin' like The Grinch, nigga +Santa better have my shit, nigga, or we gon' wrap him up like a gift nigga +And I been eatin' good lately, yep, cookies and milk, nigga +Lucci, Boosie, we real niggas in the hood with a real Christmas +Rich Homie, babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Problem[Intro] +Boosie Badazz +Look like we got a problem, baby baby (Lil' mama) +Time ain't on my hands (Time ain't on my hands) + +[Chorus] +Look like we got a problem (We got a problem) +Problem (Like we got a problem) +Time ain't on my hands for you (Hands for you) +And that's a problem (And that's your problem) +Look like we got a problem (We got a problem) +Problem (Lil' mama) +Time ain't on my hands for you (Hands for you) +Can't be playin' with you (Nah, I can't be playin') + +[Verse 1] +I gotta get to the money (Gotta get to the money) +Money (I gotta get paid) +Go be broke just layin' with you (Gonna be broke, bitch) +Can't be broke just layin' with you (What you gon' say then?) +I got kids by the hundreds +Got kids by the hundreds (All these kids) +And baby, they come for you (I gotta keep it real) +They always gon' come for you, I love my crew (Yeah) +Four shows every week, girl you know what's up (What's up) +If you ain't flyin' out to meet, how we gonna cut? +I got money on my mind, I'm a true hustler (True hustler) +I ain't got time, or baby girl, I could do for you +[Chorus] +Look like we got a problem (Aw shit) +Problem (Looks like we got a problem) +Time ain't on my hands for you (Time ain't on my hand) +And that's a problem (And that's your problem) +Look like we got a problem (Like we got a problem) +Lil' mama (Lil' mama) +Time ain't on my hands for you (I'm sorry) +Can't be playin' with you + +[Verse 2] +I do shows every weekend (Every weekend) +Gettin' money (Gettin' that bag) +I'm a daddy on the weekdays (I'm a good ass daddy) +One hundred (One, one hundred) +Diabetes freed my day right up though +Stickin' needles in my stomach (Take my time over here) +All this stuff every day +Where's the time for a woman? (I'm tryin', but fuck) +Today I'm goin' to the bank (I'm goin' to the bank) +I just wanna get away (I just wanna get away) +I ain't pickin' up the A (I ain't pickin' up the phone) +No pussy, not today +I'm gettin' money, man, I'm straight + +[Chorus] +That's a problem (That's a problem we got) +Problem (That's a problem) +Time ain't on my hands for you (Nah) +And that's a problem (And that's my problem) +She say we got a problem (She say we got a problem) +Lil' mama (Ooh, we got a problem) +Time ain't on my hands for you (Nah) +I can't be playin' with you and layin' with you +[Post-Chorus] +That's a problem +That's a problem +Can't be layin' with you +That's a problem +That's a problem + +[Verse 3] +I'm tryna grind for you, provide for you (You're always talkin' shit) +I can't do that if I'm layin' with you and playin' with you (I can't come up layin' in the bed) +When we together it's a smile on you (You know that) +'Cause I know it ain't much time with you (That's my problem) +Probably need more time with you (Time with you) +Girl I'm on tour 'round here all summer (Damn) +I'm gon' be gone all summer (Damn) +Go to Baton Rouge, that's the time for my mama (Damn) +And then I'm comin' for my mama (Damn) +Gotta show love to the motherfuckin' homies (Love the homies, nigga) +Yeah yeah +Even if you leave, man, I still got the homies (Girl, I still got my homies) +Yeah yeah + +[Outro] +Say my niggas, they a problem, haha (Yeah) +She mad at mine, ooh, layin' with you, problem +Problem, lil' mama +Problem, time for youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +For my Lil niggasIntro:] +Lil nigga, lil nigga (for my), lil nigga (for my) +Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga with a big ole pistol + +[Verse 1:] +Four deep in a cut dawg, with a big ole pistol +We don't drive-by, we walk by, we tiptoe niggas +A Glock and a fo'-five will kill fo' niggas +Fuck yo niggas, my niggas cut throat niggas, believe that +Dead niggas, dead bitches, this is homicide +And I want know who gon ride for that south side +I bleed pain, take pain to another level +The last nigga got burnt fuckin with my chedda +Too much weed and codein fucked up my attitude +Any nigga in my way, I put this gat on you +I speak the truth, not a booth that's my best friend +It keep beatin and his other friends comin in +Blowin money ain't shit so I'm quick to spit +And you know I'm hollin' self defense +Since Ivy got killed, it's been serious +I ain't smilin with no nigga, I'm puttin that pop on a nigga +Baton Rouge sick with it +This shit ain't a game boy, shoulda stayed on yo game boy +These streets ain't a game boy, I knock out ya frame boy +My niggas ain't playin boy +They slanging iron behind this building +[Hook:] +This for my lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga +With a big ole pistol +Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus +Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go +For my lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga +With a big ole pistol +Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus +Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go + +[Verse 2:] +Loco turn me up this kickin in +You can disrespect my mind and feel this mack-10 +Black phantom full of hoes, bitch we knock off bosses +Catch ya issue around here, we don't take no losses +Niggas pickin on a lil nigga, words from a real nigga +Get ya steel nigga, and deal with em +For that lil nigga up the road up in beast mode +Don't win em all but everytime that lil nigga roll +One shot from my cousin Donkey, that lil nigga cold +He ain't gon sugar coat shit, he gon let em go +Pyru you betta let em know where I was raised at +I'm just a ghetto child tryin to make it +'fore they take me, mamaaa +I'm sorry for the pain I brung, but +Niggas out here tryna kill ya son +So I gotta keep it, fuck the 5, I can beat it +Why them lil niggas out here tryna beefin +I do it for my +[Hook:] +Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga +With a big ole pistol +Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus +Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go +For my lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga +With a big ole pistol +Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus +Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go + +[Verse 3:] +13, 14, 15, 16, 17 they ready, 18 they deadly +Project livin, ain't neva had a daddy +Quick ta bust ya head, and take the rims off ya Caddy +Lil niggas got them hoes, lil niggas keep a roll +Lil niggas still lil niggas even when they old +Lil Bleek, Lil Junior, Bad Azz, ice cold +Threesomes everynight, fuck it, let the dice roll +They like boosie, betta talk to em they kickin up dust +Niggas robbin all the cells, got the hood fucked up +Shiiit, wat Ima tell 'em I was in they situation +Jack a bitch with no hesitation, bare-faced nigga +If ya small ya gotta have a big heart +Don't take no shorts, niggas take it too far +Lil niggas 'cross the world, you know who ya are +Stand up for ya rights, put that thang in they life, boom +[Hook:] +Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga +With a big ole pistol +Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus +Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I go +For my lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga +With a big ole pistol +Where my lil nigga with more heart than Jesus +Here I go (Bad Azz), here I go (Bad Azz), here I goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Insecure and Beautiful[Intro] +Girl, you a ten (Girl, you a ten) +You and all your friends (You and all your girls) +Girl, you a ten, ten, ten, ten (Say what? Look) + +[Chorus] +Girl, you bad like that, like that, like that (Girl, you bad like that) +But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?) +But you don't know, do you? (You don't even know, do you?) +Girl, you can probably get this check right now (You can get it right now, girl) +But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?) +But you don't know, do you? (Boosie Badazz) + +[Verse 1] +And girl, I know beauty (Girl, I know beauty) +Girl, you so beautiful (Girl, you so beautiful) +But you don't know, do you? (You don't know) +You don't know, do you? (You just don't know) +'Cause he don't talk to you (He don't talk to you) +He don't tell you you the baddest thing in the whole club +And when he call to you (When he call to you) +He always tryna argue, he ain't tryna show you love +But girl, you so beautiful +I'm 'bout the cake +If he ain't tell you, girl, well girl, you lookin' great +I want you in my world real soon, never late +Fuck a date, I could come and get you in an i8 +Singin' to myself +[Chorus] +Girl, you bad like that, like that, like that (Girl, you bad like that, girl) +But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?) +But you don't know, do you? (You don't even know, do you?) +Girl, you can probably get this check right now (You can get it right now) +But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?) +But you don't know, do you? (Don't even know, do you?) + +[Verse 2] +You a bad lil' thing, I'm a bad lil' man +We can hook up at the game, do some bad lil' things +I'm gon' throw on these Guccis, you gon' throw on these frames +We gon jump on these planes and stay fly +And girl, you so beautiful (Yeah, yeah) +All your toes beautiful (Yeah, yeah) +You make your clothes beautiful (Yeah, yeah) +You 'bout your bag, girl, all your soul beautiful (Yeah, yeah) +She ain't felt this good in a long time (Long time) +She ain't let her hair down in a long time (A long time) +She ain't been told she was bad in a long time +But girl you bad long time (Long time) + +[Chorus] +Girl, you bad like that, like that, like that +But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?) +But you don't know, do you? (You don't even know) +Girl, you can probably get this check right now (You can get it right now) +But you don't know, do you? (You don't know, do you?) +But you don't know, do you? +[Outro] +Ayy, take your hair out that ponytail, man +You bad, I like it like that +Lil' boobies matter too, shit +I like that ass, I like that lil' assEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Round My CityRidin' round my city 4x + +[VERSE 1: BOOSIE BADAZZ] +White chalks and black outs +We be dyin' so young +Murder rate chasin' tha birth rate +In this city I'm from (Yeah nigga) +Fingerprints all on tha duck tape +And his palm on tha gun +That's what they told him, but they lied +And that nigga, he sung +Where I'm from, cum thicker than blood +Niggas turn on they thug +Get in they ear, these niggas turn on tha plug +I'm from tha mud where it get funky +Ride or die, me & Donkey +Promise boy, you don't want it +Don't [?] why, we walk up on ya +In my city, they ride or die +Boys off H and 11-5, lil' nigga strapped ain't scared to die +Make you ask me where I'm from huh +It's bigger than dis crawfish +I'm tellin' you it's raw shit +Baton Rouge Vs Everybody +Bet Baton Route murked everybody nigga +[HOOK] +Ridin' round my city 2x +They ridin' round my city +Ridin' round my city 3x +They ridin' round my city +Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride +Ridin' round my city 2x +They ridin' round my city +Ride round they city +They ride round my city 3x +Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride + +[VERSE 2: Snootie Wild] +North Memphis where I bang at, hang at +Nigga get wrong, leave him dead on tha pavement +Dread head affliate, nigga I'm a shotta +Hot like pasta, all black like tha mobsta +Hatas ain't loyal, bitches ain't loyal +Tha bitch fuck ya best friend, he workin' wit' them boys (Damn) +Now you need a lawyer +Couple money orders +Tha streets used to love ya, but now they don't know ya +Ain't no pity in gangsta city, oh lordy +Murder, murder, murder what them young niggas knowin' +Ima OG, so Im gon' have to show ya +Fuck it, I'll die tryin' +Why a nigga show 'em why I +[HOOK] with AD LIBS TIL' THE ENDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do Da Dash[Chorus:] +I run and I check up +I got to go get it I’m chasing that bad +Nothing but twenties and fifties and hundreds are stuck in my stash +I promise my mama, I got to see how much it is in the cash +I got the pedal to the medal +Bitch I be doing it dash +I’m doing it dash (doing it dash) [x2] +I’m running my check up +I gotta go do it +I’m doing it dash +I’m doing it dash (doing it dash) [x2] +I promise my mama I got to see how much + +[Verse 1:] +Running, I’m running +I’m running my check up +Check up (check up) +I’m talking twenties,fifties and hundreds +I collect them at Heather +She told me oh my gosh, I guess I am pressured +I guess this bitch is by my side so she know I’m Nessa +Shout out to my CEO I swear that boy just blessed us +Dirty dance, I just hit my peak and risk a nigga +Blink +Told my momma no more problems +What we got to stress for +Told my family I got them +I got book in extra +I gotta get it, stay limit in every city +Every time I’m spending Gucci,Louis, Prada, Fendi +Talking twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds, twenties, fifties +Never do the limit +Never ever do the limit +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2:] +Gotta speed up on them niggas +Zooming through the city, doing a hundred and fifty +Fuck 12 +Middle fingers to the pork, Officer Piggy (oink, oink) +Gotta committed, committed to only my dollars and benzes +I’m focusing on robots +Rose Rouses, drivers in Bentleys +Collect every pennies +The hustle up in me I’m doing my job +My bitch be nagging, so Imma cop me some Louis Vuitton +Your bitch so nasty she work magic when she use her tongue +And I toss her, just imagine where I shoot the come +I tell a broke nigga Imma go and get it +Told my niggas to stay loyal +And they going with me, come on +Told my loyal bitch my story and they going with it +I won’t never do the limit +Never do the limit + +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Southside Superstar[Hook (3x)] +Southside superstar, fours on the trap car +Throw it up to your bitch and ask her what it sitting for + +[Verse] +I told y’all this time around, it’s gonna be crazy, homie +I’m a southside superstar, everybody loving me +Visit my smile, I’m hot while I be on BET +Charger with the Hemi seats, Boosie got many freaks +And I’m the newest superstar in the industry +Money out the window, nothing but purple indo +Celebrity, man, but I keep it real with my kinfolk +Before I was a rapstar, Boosie was a trapstar +Way before the rap, feds had my phone tapped now +I’m everywhere from the backyard to the Awards, you can bet I’m there +Shining like a motherfucking chandelier +Little children can’t even talk, spelling my name +They be like B-O-O, I done fucked up the game + +[Hook (3x)] +Southside superstar, fours on the trap car +Throw it up to your bitch and ask her what it sitting forEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Watch emCamp! K Camp +Lately, I've been gettin' money +(Big Fruit) +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel +Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel +Lately, I've been gettin' a whole, a whole lot of money +My haters they been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing +I can't help that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed +You have fun wit' them robbers I'm so, so fresh +Everything I touch turn gold +I'mma winner +Lately, its playboy mansion pussy might dig her +You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man? +They gone tell you Boosie badazz +Doubted my freedom, now I'm eatin', they got whiplash +7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich +I can't help how you feel +'Cause you feel how you feel +I'm just gon' do me and continue to be too real +6 different hustles, how I'm bringin' in a new year +Thank God, real music been saved, Boosie Boo hear (They mad) +Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's +Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody know +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel +Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel +Queen of Trill I'm gettin' cash +My own crib, my own car +Sittin' back, gettin' money bags +I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark +Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin' like da sound off +That navigation, lead me to the paper like Onstar +Them trap niggas they love me +Them whack bitches bow down to me +'Cause ain't none of them hoes above me +I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke that's yo' bad +You can't afford my tote bag, I'm killin' shit toe tag +See me in the whip, like deuces +Go hang ya self y'all nuisance +We turnt up, we turnt out +My liquor straight, no juices +Sip Amaretto in a Porsche Carrera gettin' bread, like I worked at Panera +Panoramic roof, poof disappeara, I reappeara in a Panamera +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel +Baby you a real one, get hit, tell 'em real +You know me, I grew up straight up off fast money +That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin' +Six twelves, old schooled that bitch, sound like a band don't it? +It sit up like a man don't it, I spent them bands on it +We get hoes, then we fuck, they gon' brag on it +You can talk that talk can you walk that walk, I'll A-Town dance on ya +Had my lil' bitch turn every song, into her dance song +Oh that ain't nothin', you should see her with no pants on +I first night my girl, my relationships don't last long +But it be so fun while it be lastin' and I last long +And she lick on my tattoos, while I blast on her +See that pretty pussy, see dats da one to call +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel +Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Show 'em you real +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feelEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s Mama[Intro] +I'ma send this song to all the beautiful mothers across the world tonight +High and low, far and near +Now I'ma send this to this one mother +My mother, Miss Connie, love her to death +All the stuff I done put you through, no song repays for it out there +But I tried +For you, Mama + +[Chorus] +This for Mama, that woman +This for Mama, that woman +When he was gone we had Mama +Just that woman +All alone, me and Mama +This for Mama (Love you, Mama), huh + +[Verse 1] +Kissin' me and huggin' me, huh +That's Mama, that's Mama +Always tryna fuss with me +That's Mama, yeah, that's Mama +Without you there would be no me (Without you) +Without Mama, huh (Without Mama) +Gave me my bottle (Protected me) +Made sure I swallowed (Raised me) +Raised me and that bottle, huh +Me, TQ, and Mama (Me, TQ, and Mama) +Always at my games (Always at my games) +I know I'm gon' see Mama (Know I'm gon' see Mama) +Workin' two jobs a week, just so we eat, huh +That's Mama (That's my Mama, yeah) +They tried to shit on my fame +Who spoke up for my name? (She did) +My mama, huh +[Chorus] +This for Mama (This for Mama), that woman (This for that woman) +This for Mama (This for Mama), that woman (This for that woman) +When he was gone we had Mama (When he was gone we had Mama) +Just that woman (Put your hands up if you love your mama) +All alone, me and Mama (Mama) +This for Mama + +[Verse 2] +Her cigarettes and her lighter, huh +Slow down, Mama (Please slow down, Mama) +Always readin' that Bible (Always readin' those words, huh) +God help Mama (God, help Mama) +I'm back in trouble, she cried (Boose in trouble again, huh) +Don't cry, Mama +My friends, they keep on dyin' (My friends, they keep on dyin', dyin') +I ask Mama, why, Mama? (I ask Mama) +No more askin' for no favors (we ain't gotta ask cheaper for nothin' no more +We straight now, Mama, we straight) +No more askin' for no rides (No more askin' for no rides +Motherfuckers ain't wanna give me a ride) +You see me now, Ma, you can smile (You see me now, Ma, you smile +Hope you happy, 'cause yesterday I saw you) +You ain't smiled in a while (Like you ain't smiled in a while, Connie, huh) +This for you, Mama, this for you +[Chorus] +This for Mama (I love Mama), that woman (I love that woman) +This for Mama (Love Mama), that woman (Ooh, I love that woman) +When he was gone we had Mama (Daddy was gone, we called Mama) +Just that woman (Just that woman) +All alone, me and Mama (Yeah, all alone, me and Mama) +This for Mama (This for that woman, Connie) + +[Interlude] +In the pen, she can't feed me (In the pen, she can't feed me) +My mama, my mama +Brought my kids every time (Brought my kids every time) +My mama, my mama +Her and my lawyer on the TV (Who that lady is right there, actin' like that?) +That's my mama (That's my mama) +My soldier, my soldier + +[Outro] +This for my mama +This a special song 'cause +Everybody ain't got no mama +Straight up +MamaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +FireNow i know it's been a long time since a muthafucka done made a good song about reefa +And who better for you to handle this then the "T" The numba one analyst on the cannabis sativa +Go and get a pillow and a cigerillo if i know it's the killa i'm yellin roll one up joe +Open the backwood up trippin on me cause i was sloppy i better get fucked up though +I be smokin 4 diffrent kinds of kush its the best of me especially the purple and the og +But ya'll might call it the granddad better saver it and take a pull slowly +Eye lids low ain't no doubt about it that somebodys gon peep me +Go ahead and ride i think i'mma chill because i'm kinda sleepy +Me and my niggas in my crew will get into it now we be at odds hardly +Cause we smokin on a ounce of the ganja that bob marley +Me a rock to the reggae music whenever me feel the spliff workin +Kill off in any rudeboy if ya take away my herb its da earth sin +Chorus +Smokin on dat fire(smokin on dat fire) +Puffin on dat dro(puffin on dat dro) +Kush weed gets me higher(kush weed gets me higher) +And da diesel get me blowed(and da diesel get me blowed)x2 + +Smell good,let me hit dat +Blow kush wit 8 Ball & Mjg +Smoke haze, i use to a seagal + +Freeway put me on to da backwoods +And bleek introduced me to diesel +And snoop turned me on to the chronic,smokin it i was feelin bionic,lookin at me rollin a blunt and im huffin and puffin and i can't get enough of this stuff, and im loosin my logic, you can smell all of my folicals and imma follow you cuz of da dro,but if it ain't,im call my autobile,i be gettin nothin but love cuz i be smokin da bud,its lookin like its from a high time auto particles i be grindin up wit da hash and i put some on yo blunt if you come up wit da stash,so take it to the head its a gift from coupe but if i share it wit a bitch,imma be fuckin her ass, stay havin sessions and my ends is plenty, so when im smokin my friends is wit me, make em feel da slow breeze cuz i blow trees like da windy city, let me call up da weed man cuz if i hear he got new shit we on it, me and you can hook up and go get an ounce and i got 250 on it +Smokin on dat fire(smokin on dat fire) +Puffin on dat dro(puffin on dat dro) +Kush weed gets me higher(kush weed gets me higher) +And da diesel get me blowed(and da diesel get me blowed)x2 + +Boosie +Im extra blowed, top floor, in the double tree in dis Chi-Town manner smokin dis kush shit back to back +Got me rippin track to track, like Webbie say where dat real at, dat one hit and you feel that, i know ima dog i done smoke train wreck ain't done yet, ima smoke til i hurt my chest, on da east coast they feed me man, kilt me wit dat diesel man, got me in new york eatin everything, dade county jamaican kush, stick to da bag(yeah)put my whole click on his ass, dont like to brag but i smoke, choke on the best of the best, i be high as giraffe pussy when im up in the west, i chopped and tired im so high, i then smoked dat pisscat, smell good let me hit dat, dats why michael phelps did dat? + +Smokin on dat fire(smokin on dat fire) +Puffin on dat dro(puffin on dat dro) +Kush weed gets me higher(kush weed gets me higher) +And da diesel get me blowed(and da diesel get me blowed)x2 +Smell good,let me hit datEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Ain’t Got Much[Intro] +Man, let's go to the park, y'all +Don't nobody wanna go to no park, I wanna go to the pool +I wanna go to the pool, too. We go to the park every day +Y'all wanna pencil break? +No, you always tryna break pencils, you need to be usin' them in class +I got better grades than you +Both of y'all need to stop arguin', first of all +Shut up, I'm goin' home and watch a movie + +[Verse 1] +When I was young my favorite movie was Menace +Cousin' go to sleep, I'd be takin' off his tennis +Fuckin' with the hood girls at the pool swimmin' +When I was half swaggin', when I had no rhythm +It's the hood, I was born, every night we had suppers +Gamble 'til the sun come, I guess we all hustlers +Everybody had a flame, mane, we all had crushes +Happy if we had mayonaisse, never had mustard +Walked to the movies, stop and eat, Louie's +Steal a couple bicycles 'fore I make it home +Can't let mama see the bikes, so I park 'em 'round the corn' +Diggin' all the gangsters who was ballin' on the corner +Know they gon' pop it off 'cause our fuckin' block rolled +Daytons and Vogues and Keith Sweat on the speakers +Back then we ain't even listen to the fuckin' teachers +Mad, mom the only one up in the bleachers, where's dad? +Still, we was grateful for the times we never had +I say a prayer every night that my cousin' hit up on the dice +And get him some cash +[Chorus] +We ain't got much, but we got it +We ain't got much, but we got it +We ain't got much, but we got it +We ain't got much, we comin' up and it's gon' be alright + +[Verse 2] +Heat the water on the stove, make it hot (Make it hot) +Make the water bubble up when we fart (B-b-rb) +Police puttin' handcuffs on my pops +So I cried on Holly Road in '93 +Long as we had granny seemed like we had peace +How y'all smile that happy when y'all got that least +How your hair that nappy and it just got hit +I remember Jeanie sayin', "Boosie, brush that shit" +Walkin' to the sto' gettin' granny her tobacc' (Ayy) +Fuckin' with the youngest they would always bring me laughter (Ayy) +Cross a nigga over, step back, hit the three +But the ball had lumps, it was hard, but it was sweet +Thirteen, fourteen, we shot the two in the three +Never used rubbers, we was happy we was fuckin' (Yeah) +Used to steal our dealers Polos, I was cuffin' (Yeah) +I can't afford the Js, but I'm gon' get 'em from my cousin + +[Chorus] +We ain't got much, but we got it +We ain't got much, but we got it +We ain't got much, but we got it +We ain't got much, we comin' up and it's gon' be alright +[Verse 3] +Ever had to pass Jordans to three friends? +Four people fucked up, two shots of Henn? +Watchin' dice games, hopin' that your potna win +Knowin' if he lose, he get mad and he wanna sin +We was sleep on the school bus +I guess we all had our lessons 'cause the tool tucked +Everybody like, "Damn, we done grew up" +Get your money, what the OGs schooled us +We ain't had nothin' but some dreams and some fuckin' gold chains +And some nugget earrings and a slap +Today I'm goin' get some pickle chips and a fifty dollar flip +'Cause right now, shit, that's all a nigga have +Ride down the levee, treat my bike like a Chevy +Got them rims on it, dustin' pretty as I flipped (Boss) +Bronson brought me K-Swiss, bitch, now I'm flexin' +I remember when I got my ears pierced, I was eleven +Prayin' every night makin' sure we go to heaven (Yeah) +Watchin' dad squeezin' on his three-five-seven +Granny said we got a blessin' comin' +She always said we got a blessin' comin' +But it ain't even 'bout the money +Go to church on Sunday, my grandpa was the preacher +Died when I was eight and we cried, me and Trina +The police killed Pernell and the whole hood cried (Yeah) +But the hood got stronger every time somebody died +[Chorus] +We ain't got much, but we got it +We ain't got much, but we got it +We ain't got much, but we got it +We ain't got much, we comin' up and it's gon' be alrightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +PWAPussy, weed and alcohol, we like that +Pussy, weed and alcohol, she like that +Pussy, weed and alcohol +Pussy, weed and alcohol , she like that +Pussy, weed and alcohol , we like that +Pussy, weed and alcohol . she like that +Pussy, weed and alcohol, we like that +Pussy, weed and alcohol + +She like pussy, weed and alcohol (we lit in this bih) +We be turnt up when we in this bitch +All of us wiggin' , my niggas lit +They poppin' the pussy like we poppin' sticks +Bitch lit, got some big dogs in this bitch +Throwin' money like a motherfuckin' rainstorm +Twerk, bitch! That's my motherfuckin' song on +Get loose, girl, go and take your thong off +We in not no motherfuckin' tittybar, girl +Got the loud in the air from the West Coast +Boosie Juice in the cup and I'm fucked up +Got a girl who I'm lookin' at and I wanna fuck her +If she don't come, then it's fuck her +Bitch, I'm fucked up +Damn, lil momma, you the sickest +Damn, yo lil pussy so pretty +Molly [x 8] +Pussy, weed and alcohol, (Pussy, weed and alcohol) +Pussy, weed and alcohol +Pop that pussy for a real nigga, pop that pussy for a real nigga +Pussy, weed and alcohol, (Pussy, weed and alcohol) +Pussy, weed and alcohol +Pop that pussy for a real nigga, pop that pussy for a real nigga + +Toot that ass up like that, you gon' work if you tryna get a pack, if you tryna get a stack +You a bad bitch, you can get a bag +But you know that pussy comin' with the bag +Boosie Juice, no Hen in this motherfucker +My girlfriend got a girlfriend in this motherfucker +We 'bout to see it in this motherfucker, they got some 10s in this motherfucker, bad bitches +H-town, got some ass on her +Detroit, got some ass on her, Chi-Town +ATL, got a whole lot of ass on her, real nigga can't pass on her +Bad bitches +And they kissin' and they lickin' on each other, bad bitches +Bout to throw a bag to the hoes, showtime +Bout to show my ass to these hoes, showtime +I be really tryna smash these hoes + + +Pussy, weed and alcohol, (Pussy, weed and alcohol) +Pussy, weed and alcohol +Pop that pussy for a real nigga, pop that pussy for a real nigga +Pussy, weed and alcohol, (Pussy, weed and alcohol) +Pop that pussy for a real nigga, pop that pussy for a real nigga +Damn, girl, you bad, move yo body real slow, let me know +If I got it you might go +Look at me, let me know +Damn, girl, you bad, work yo body real slow, let me know +If I got it you might go + +Pussy, weed and alcoholEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Somebody loves youChorus: Somebody loves you baby (4x) +(Background Talking) +Ya! Boosie Bad Azz and I'm tired of being lied on, I'm tired of being criticized,I'm tired if being betrayed! Somebody, Somewhere! + +Verse: Now don't nobody love me! I know my mama love me, feel it when she kiss and hug me, jealousy! Got me paranoid, I know they hatin but I'm protected by God and for the forsakes (fuck the devil)! I do this shit for my friends who keep my goin dog. Hole in my heart cuz I'm tired of all these murder friends, fantasizing me and Ivy in the purple benz, wish that we could roll again. Somebody love me though, some women realer than men, for every snitch in the pin, fuck him in his ass then! It took me too long to blow up, aite but wat about me? For years smokin on that dozier. I'm gettin money straight up, look at me now, every song I'm on I turn into a classic ay-baybay, See in the city rocking shows, u know how I be. If its fuck me then its fuck you! If you love me then I love you!!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Halloween[Intro] +Halloween (Halloween, Halloween) +Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz, Boosie Badazz) +Too many people got on meth +That's why I call it Halloween + +[Hook] +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many niggas wearing masks +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many hoes turn nasty +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +You was my nigga dog, what happened? +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween + +[Verse 1] +Went to the corner store +Junkie asking for some dollars but he ain't even broke +This Halloween +Seen a nigga do his boy wrong, nigga had a mask on +Smiled in his face, he left the house now his stash gone +Police got a mask on, bitches blast Mike Brown +Niggas say they real but talk like bitches with tights on +Niggas wearing masking, lights on, you better notice +Hoes cut throat you at work tryna get a promotion +Seen Casper the ghost, run off with the package +Used to run with Michael Myers til that bitch start ratting +I thought I had a bad bitch, I really did like her man +But she was hooked to everybody, she's Spiderman +[Hook] +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many niggas wearing masks +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many hoes turn nasty +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +You was my nigga dog, what happened? +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween + +[Verse 2] +Ain't it funny how money could change a man soft +Money making rich with the bricks, they knocked his ass off +Junior was my pass dog, niggas stole my drawers off +Nigga had a mask on I thought you were my dog, dog +Bitch got my dog fucked up and it's hurting me +Thought she was a saint, the whole time she had HIV +Damn that's a mask you can't take off when it's on ya +Ran with Jason now that nigga a cluckhead on the corner +Come on dog let's be a realist, what happened to the real clique +Half of the niggas I ran with hating on me now, real shit +It's hard to find a real bitch, been hurt one too many times +Bitch say she ain't thinking about my money? Hoe you fucking lying + +[Hook] +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many niggas wearing masks +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many hoes turn nasty +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +You was my nigga dog, what happened? +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, HalloweenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cold Outside[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Get that babymaker over here +Cold ouside +Fuck you baby +Cold outside +I'ma fuck you baby +Cold outside +Yeah +Bitch + +[Chorus] +I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Go live with you all night long (Yeah) +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +And I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Stop playin' girl, open that door (Stop playin') +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside + +[Verse 1] +I wanna thug with you (I wanna thug) +I wanna slide in you (I wanna slide) +I wanna deep dive in your sea +I wanna high-five with you girl, after we freak +I wanna roll in you (I wanna roll) +I wanna smoke with you (I wanna blow) +I wanna lay with you, I wanna joke with you +I got the dope dick, you don't need no nigga +I'm tryna come and see you, girl, I'm jumpin' in the Uber (Yeah) +Me and my lil' Ruger, hope we both gon' bust a nut (Yeah) +Smellin' like a king, I wet a bitch pussy up (Yeah) +Nineties R&B, huh, you know it's time to fuck +You need panties, when I'm stoppin' and we sleep (Yup) +I can keep a secret (Yup) +I'm gon' be Sinbad and you gon' be Athena +And I'ma need to see you like Wayne saw Trina +Bend you over, take that pussy to the cleaners, girl +[Chorus] +I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Go live with you all night long (Yeah) +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +And I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Stop playin' girl, open that door (Stop playin') +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside + +[Verse 2] +I need your love, ain't no need for playin', is you with it? +So take off your clothes, girl, play with your titties +You rollin' me, rollin', rollin' rollin', girl, you gon' get it (Yeah) +Simon say, "Suck it, suck it, suck it and don't spit it" (No) +Girl I want you laid, just like that, on your stomach (Yeah) +Girl, I want your head from your chest (On my mama) +I'm real, I'm gon' let you know (Yeah), what's the K (K) +Girl I'm tryna work it slow, like a steak +Comin', comin', comin', comin' while you runnin', don't escape +I wanna see you dance in a hula hoop, I'm a freak (Yeah) +Bad little thing and she suck it in the jeep +All night we been fightin' in the sheets (Woo) + +[Outro] +And I wanna fuck you, baby, fuck you baby +We finna do this for all the women out there tonight +If you gon' fuck your nigga tonight +I want you to twerk that ass for me tonight +I want y'all to twerk that ass +Let's go, twerk that ass +Ooh, ooh, ooh +Ooh, ooh, ooh +B-r-r-r-r-r-r +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +I wanna fuck you, baby +Ooh, ooh, ooh +Fuck you, baby +Ooh, ooh, ooh +Fuck you, girl +Twerk that ass, bitch +Shut up +Shit, come on +Get that pussy +I wanna fuck you, baby (Fuck you, baby) +'Cause it's cold outside (So cold outside) +I wanna fuck you, baby (Fuck you, baby) +'Cause it's cold out, cold, so cold +So cold outsideEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Beautiful Smiles N Cold HeartsTHEY SMILIN’ IN YO FACE +ALL THA TIME +THEY WANNA TAKE YO PLACE + +[HOOK] +BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS +THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER +BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS +THE FIRST SIGN OF DEVILS +BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS +THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER +BEAUTIFUL SMILES AND COLD HEARTS + +[VERSE 1] +OH BOY +YOU A HO BOY +SHOULD OF KNOWN BOY +WHEN WE WAS LIL NIGGAS +I FOUND OUT, WE GOT GROWN BOY +YOU THREW STONES BOY +MAD CUZ I’M ON BOY +YO SMILE A CURSE OF EVIL +LEAVE ME ‘LONE IN MY ZONE BOY +TOLD MY HOMEBOYS +YOU GOT THA WRONG BROAD +SHE FUCKIN’ OUR HOMEBOYS +TOO REAL, CAN’T BE CLONED BOY +WHAT YOU MAD FOR +MY BITCHES, THEY PORN STARS +BOY GET YO CASH UP +THESE NIGGAS I PASS UP +WISHIN’ ME BAD LUCK +DON’T SIT YO ASS AROUND ME SMILIN’ +GET YO BITCH ASS UP +I WET YO BITCH ASS UP +RIDIN’, WE MASK UP +HE SMILIN’, CROSSED ME +SO I HAD TO +QUACK QUACK THAT LAST DUCK +[HOOK] +BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS +THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER +BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS +THE FIRST SIGN OF DEVILS +BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS +THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER +BEAUTIFUL SMILES AND COLD HEARTS + +[VERSE 2] +NIGGAS SMILED AT ME +THEN HE STOLE FROM ME +THEN HE ? +NOW HE KHAKI SHORTS +GOT REAL NIGGA TATTED ON ME +BITCH NIGGAS RATTIN’ ON ME +BOY I KNOW THA STREETS +YOU AIN’T GON’ FOOL ME WIT’ THAT SMILE +BOY I WALK A LONG MILE +I MET SOME COLD HO’S +LEFT ME IN PRISON TO DIE +AND I WAS THEY BACK BONE +THESE PEOPLE DON’T LAST LONG +THESE PEOPLE DON’T HAVE LUCK +A SNAKE CAN’T ADMIT HE A SNAKE +THEM BITCHES DON’T HAVE NUTS +TOLD THAT BITCH WHAT SHE MAD FOR +TOLD HER TO FIND PEACE +THESE HO’S SET THESE NIGGAS UP +I’M IN THA HOUSE +YOU WON’T FIND ME +THE PROSECUTOR SMILED AT THE BEGINNIN’ OF MY TRIAL +SHOWED ALL HER TEETH +HATRED WHEN THEY SAID NOT GUILTY +[HOOK] +BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS +THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER +BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS +THE FIRST SIGN OF DEVILS +BEAUTIFUL SMILES N COLD HEARTS +THEY ALL FLOCK TOGETHER +BEAUTIFUL SMILES AND COLD HEARTS + +THEY SMILIN’ IN MY FACE +ALL THA TIME THEY WANNA TAKE MY PLACEEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Camaro[Hook:K.T.] + +Stacks in my pocket,got the heater on deck +Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo + +My hat to the front, got my seat laid back +Every block i hit i make the whole hood act +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo + + + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] + +I wake up call my nigga blake roll me up a blunt +Jump in my camaro hit the hood and stunt +Hat to the front gat on my lap +Ain worried bout a thang +20 grand up in my pocket in my city im the mane +Everybody love that yellow thang wit the rims to match +Should've saw them niggas eyes when i jumped the fuckin track +Yellow polo im so fresh bigboi in that ss +Forty Glock in the vest no need to stress ain convicted +But my black ss the sickest real shit this ain no lie +Hustle hard and grind so i buy cars two at a time +Throwin twenties out the window to the kids on the block +Everybody see me take pictures and jock +Bad bitches follow me beggin to swallow me +Big money big crib big diamond watch up on the steering wheel +Police give me thumbs up at you like you cuttin up +My car could fuck her plus imma superstar bruh + +[Hook:K.T] + +Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck +Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo + +My hat to the front, got my seat laid back +Every block i hit i make the whole hood act +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojo + + +[verse 2: Lil Boosie] + +Pocket full of money with my oakland A's hat +Throwback to match hat to the front like tacori hatch +Camaro shit i started that +Night time it light up in the inside that's when im loaded +I let my bitch drive +Got money so i be like fuck it +I drive it like a cutlass 2seater but i ride 4 like its a bucket +Im really thuggin +People takin pictures wit they camera phone +Dont think im all that but i know im on +Whole clic i-phone seat laid back +People like there go lil hatch..... +Chill out right now we shinnin people call that bitch a bumble bee +My black thang is batman makin them stacks man +You can hate it but watch yo ole lady come after me +Police won't capture me +Nigga please im gettin g's from baton rouge to overseas +You know imma star outfit match my car +Ghost behind me in that white thang grippin that forty tight mane +[hook: K.T] + +Stacks in my pocket, got the heater on deck +Cruisin through my city ain worried bout shit +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro,blowin on that mojo + +My hat to the front, got my seat laid back +Every block i hit i make the whole hood act +Cuz im just ridin in my camaro, blowin on that mojoEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Miss Money[Intro] +Boosie Blues Cafe +Hey there, Miss Money (Hey there, Miss Money) +Girl, you so fine to me + +[Chorus] +Your love like money (Your love like money) +I want it all the time +All the time like money (All the time like money) +Your love like money (Your love like money to me) +It's always on my mind +On my mind like money (On my mind like money) + +[Verse 1] +Girl, your name money (Can I call you Miss Money, girl?) +’Cause I want you all the time (I want you) +I need you all the time (I need you) +I wanna see you all the time (Hey, girl) +Girl, you got style (Girl, you got style) +Girl, you got grace (Girl, you got grace) +Girl, you got swag +I love that ass, I love your face (Damn, you cute, girl) +That face like money (That face like money) +That girl one hundred (That girl one hundred) +Pussy taste like money, what? +[Chorus] +Your love like money (Your love like money) +I want it all the time +All the time like money (All the time like money) +Your love like money (Your love like money to me) +It's always on my mind +On my mind like money (On my mind like money) + +[Verse 2] +When I see her, I be smiling (Like when I get money) +Smiling, smiling +When I get her, I be wildin' (Let me eat your pussy, come here) +Wildin’ (I'ma fuck the shit out of you) +When she postin' on the 'Gram (Fine ass) +I be watchin' (Check her fine ass) +6PM to 6AM (Hah, hah) +Bed rocking (Hah, hah) +Girl you turn me on like a bankroll (Bankroll, bankroll) +I love a bankroll (I love a bankroll) +I take her out, everybody want my bitch pop (Damn, Boosie) +She a bankroll (She the baddest, damn, you bad) + +[Chorus] +Your love like money (Your love like money) +I want it all the time +All the time like money (All the time like money) +Your love like money (Your love like money to me) +It's always on my mind +On my mind like money (On my mind like money) +[Outro] +How you doin', Miss Money? (How you doin'? How you doin’, Miss Money?) +Girl, you so fine (Girl, you so fine, girl, you so fine) +Call me, Miss Money (Call me, Miss Money, call me, baby, call me) +Girl, I miss you now (Girl, I miss you now) +Call me right now (Girl, I miss you now) +Want you like money (I want you like money)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Destined To BlowIma send this song out to my Grandmother +Cuz my Grandmother always said I was special + +[HOOK] +I was destined to blow 5x +Wit’ no pressure I blow +I was destined to blow + +[VERSE 1] +I was destined to blow +500 a show +To 100 a show +Just a couple more 0s +I drop me a classic (Gangsta Musik) +Got a couple more hoes +From ballin’ to prison +To back out chea livin’ +To pushin’ a Rolls +You ain’t know I got my own clothes nigga +Big boss swag like a dope dealer +Granny used to say I was a go getter +Cold nigga since 4 nigga +Get right back up if I fall off tha 4 wheeler +My mind is a business +My grind is ridiculous +Had a mansion 4 years fo’ I went to jail +Ask my cousin Trell +My grind is tha sickest +I cried all tha tears +You put me through pain +You act like “I’m ready to ride” +Then you rise me again +I’m destined for fame +I murdered tha game +Sumin’ bout Boosie +He a fool huh +Teachers ain’t wanna help a clown +Stupid ass bitch +Who tha fool now? +I been a go getter +No stoppin’ me +My favorite child game was Monopoly +Tha streets are for Boosie +They knockin’ me +These dirty polices they PAC’n me +My nieces and nephews are watchin’ me +When GOD need examples +He call for me +These angels in heaven +They walk wit’ me +Talk wit’ me +Lettin’ me know +[HOOK] +I was destined to blow 5x +Wit’ no pressure I blow +I was destined to blow + +[VERSE 2] +Dreamed this on my desk back in middle school +Way before I ever had a check nigga +Light neck, no jewelry on my neck nigga +Make me take the jewelry off ya neck nigga +Used to watch, and observe +Used to watch, and I learned +Then I smoked it +And it showed me devils and horses +And I got off tha sherm +16 on tha sherm +Made a lot of money talkin’ real shit to tha ghetto +Boosie Badazz nigga +Lot of niggas prayed on my downfall +You a sad ass nigga +You a mad ass nigga +And you talk shit +What tha fuck you look like jumpin’ on a boss dick +10 big bedrooms, big boss shit +Big pool fit tha whole damn crew +Rick Ross shit +I thought Jamaica, Bahamas +While my niggas thought that Biloxi was everything +I had a different dream +Diamonds, Bizatine +Jugs of promethazine +Bitch you ain’t gon’ take shit from me +I remember my Daddy tellin’ me +Don’t quit on me +My Granny was special +Cuz she loved me +[HOOK] +I was destined to blow 5x +Wit’ no pressure I blow +I was destined to blow + +[VERSE 3] +I’m lucky when shakin’ them shakes +7 in tha door +Pick my money up +I’m so clean +I’m hurtin’ my hatas +Boy I’m tha man, I don’t give a fuck +This GOD plan, Ima live it up +Stressin’ as a young buck +To poppin’ X wit’ Young Buck +Fuck shoe box money nigga +Tryna fill a dump truck +Boy you can’t catch me +I’m one up +I got on my knees +And I told him my pain +I thanked him for every chain +This bible and chain +And this heavy lil name +Diamonds, I be shinin’ +I was destined to blow +Shinin'!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pistol Bigger Than Me[Chorus:] +Pistol bigger than me [x8] + +[Verse 1:] +The pistol bigger than me +See how I do the T +Real nigga on the block with a big Bow 9 +Hustle hard out there every week +Think a nigga won’t come whip down on your block +Fuck I will spray the whole street +Thinking Imma game +I let this bitch say, bang bang I ain’t never fifteen +But that don’t mean nothing cause boy I get it popping +Skip school, break rules and pop tools like a wife +And I told Boss Man, boy they can’t stop me +Little maniac, I’m itching for me your body +Forty wood,need to get this job done +Run up or creep up on you +Put it on you, now my job done +Anyday, the wrong day, you play this +Gonna be a hard day +Young white nigga, he got it +So I’m go rob him + +Pistol bigger than me [x16] +[Verse 2:] +You nigga, big pimp, but I ball hardly +You nigga, I ain’t telling where my lawyer at +Tall dreads without the plait (This line is not clear) +Me smoking, D Vogue, take you nigga +Fishing for, you won’t want to be the bait nigga +Pistol bigger than a nigga, that don’t mean nothing +Me and my girls are jumping +Beast mode and squeeze something +Chopper hit him in his head watch his soul leave +Fuck that nigga, that’s his issue, that nigga owed me +Fuck, die slowly +We ain’t gonna talk about it +Large 40 on my waste I don’t leave home without it +Brave dog don’t bite +I don’t brawl about it +Think I won’t bust this big bitch +Well you're wrong about it +I might give it to one of these people seriously + +[Chorus] + +[Verse 3:] +See it under my seat +Pistol bigger than me +I give it to you for free +Pistol bigger than me +Ask about me in the street +They say pistol bigger than me +Feel like I’m standing seven feet +Pistol bigger than me +That nigga (x5) +With a big whole pistol +That nigga (x5) +With a big whole pistol +Hey +Rest in peace Lil Yomin +Lil Nick, they tired +Killer blood +Pistol bigger than me nigga +Pistol bigger than me +Bad ass from town +Monster musicEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +RainI lost my daddy at 14, I lost Trell at 12, life in jail +Ain't it funny how the money makes you seperate the real and fake? +I started off small time victim of the game, a monte carlo to a bentley and a diamond ring +I got fame but mayne my whole world changed +Some niggas left me in the rain, my girls changed, they changed on me! +I thought I got lucky, 200 G's took my grandmother from me +I hit my knees (Why lord?!) I tried syrup I tried weed I couldn't cope nigga +Head down crying tears at the hospital +A broken home, tried to get my hustle on nigga killed Lil Ivy my soul gone +I bought my mama a house she cried instantly, all that shinin got my niggas in penitentary! + +[Chorus x2:] +I can clearly see the sunshine, but I'm steady walking through the rain! + +[Lil Trill:] +Still got hatred in the city after all that we done did all the toy give always school clothes and things +Even for Easter givin the kids bikes and for that they ain't cryin up in Carroltyn now that ain't right +We still smile though cause of the sunshine, wonder what I'll do if I could press rewind +I done seen a lot half both sides of the field, the best of both worlds and yeah I'm for real +Mama got 7 kids with pops I stand alone + +I'm walking through the rain but still I move on, I just started so right now I'm far from done +I keep moving on until I see the full sun +Patiently waiting but the best is still yet to come, I guess things happen for a reason when its said & done +Say Lil B keep your head up just take it serious bra keep your faith in God cause he's the one who lay at us +[Chorus x2] +Diabetes steady eating my insides fucking my vision up I swear to God I feel like giving up +Some times I'm laughin with my money machine, but they trying to put me on dialysis machine +I-v's in my arms, I know I'm doing wrong no insurance back to Early can't long +Being a daddy only thing that make me happy, I'm tired of getting sick same thing for young savage +I try to do right and help my community police still kicking at my door Dirty motherfuckers +You probably think I got the world at my hands, but really dog I got the world on my shoulders! +When I look at your son I see your face homie (Lil Ivy) everybody pray for me cause they hating on me +Wish I could take it all back sometimes, truth is I don't even like to rap sometimes + +[Chorus x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Worth It[Intro] +I'ma send this song out to my baby mamas +They probably mad at me right now +It was all worth it + +[Chorus] +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +Bein’ called all them names by you +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +Me tellin' lies and playin' games with you +Shawty, it was all worth it (It was worth it, it was worth it) +Gave me a baby that’s so perfect +So it was all worth it (Anything you do is worth it) +It was worth it, I deserve it + +[Verse 1] +Leavin' out the club, havin' fights with you ('Member we'd be fightin' at the club?) +Fuck them other girls, I'm on a flight with you (Me and twin had some nights) +Even to this day, Trig'll fight with you (Damn, Trig) +So glad I used no rubber, the night with you (For real, Trig) +’Cause y’all gave me Ty and Tooly, too (And my lil' nigga) +We used to be so tight, now we super loose (Yeah, we used to be tight) +Told the world I wasn’t your daddy, that's how you do me, boo (That's how you do me) +I looked you in your eyes and made love to you +But it was worth it +[Chorus] +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +Bein' called all them names by you +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +Me tellin’ lies and playin' games with you +Shawty, it was all worth it (It was worth it, it was worth it) +Gave me a baby that's so perfect +So it was all worth it (Anything you do is worth it) +It was worth it, I deserve it + +[Verse 2] +Cheatin' on Juanita in this life of sin +Girl, I made you strong for that man you with +Protectin' all my people in this life of sin +Say Lil Bleek, it was worth it, I'd do it again (Me or them) +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +I was out my mind (Out my mind), went to the pen (I was crazy) +But got smarter in time (Yeah) +First I said I didn't deserve it (I was like, "I ain't deserve this") +Then I came home smarter, richer, and wiser (Guess what, Mama?) +Mama, it was all worth it (It was all worth it) +All the pain God done put us through +It was all worth it (It was all, it was worth it) +'Cause look what God done did for you +This struggle, it was all worth it (My struggle, it was all worth it) +It's all good girl, you can curse me, it's worth it +Them babies worth it +[Outro] +Leavin' out the club, havin' fights with you +Fuck them other girls, I'm on a flight with you +Even to this day, just to fight with you +So glad I used no rubber, the night with you +It was worth it (It was all worth it) +You can call me all my names +Do whatever you want +When I look at them babies, huh +All this shit be worth it +When I look at them babies, I look at y'all +And I be, I be like damn, shit was worth it +Shawty, it was all worth it (Anything that happened) +You know, we can't overlap (Just to show you that you're perfect) +And she got a baby for it (Anything you do is worth it) +I won't tell you a thing, it was worth itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Suicide[Intro] +This for everybody goin' through it right now (Brighter days comin') +Stay strong, no suicide (Hold on) +Brighter day comin', (Brighter days comin') talk to somebody (Hold on) +(Brighter days comin') But no suicide, it gon' be aight (Hold on) + +[Chorus] +You ever felt like giving up? (Hold on) +'Cause you did enough +They took your love (Brighter days comin') +You felt like givin' up (Hold on) +'Cause you needed love and didn't receive the love (Brighter days comin') +You felt like givin' up +Cold, cold, cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide) +Wishin' that your wrong turned right +Look like it's gon' be some cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide) +Wishin' that your wrong turned right + +[Verse 1] +I swear to God, I did enough +Made sure everybody had a good time +Shit, I really lived it up +And you wanna fuck with my nigga? Hit him up (Cha cha) +Lost my friend to the gunfire +Can't sleep good 'cause the [?] +Back to back on that act' +If I die tonight, fuck it, me and my nigga back +Look I woke up this mornin' (Mane) +My headache was stompin' +Just got betrayed by my homie +Knew him from school, he's a flunky +This what they do when they turn into junkies +Family members, they after my bag +I got more tears than you can imagine +I'm on some murder some niggas I meet (I meet) +I fed 'em, made sure they was straight (Bitch ass niggas) +Was cool, he never would hate (Nah) +How could you do it, shit, he was our ace +I cried in the pen and I dropped me an eight, thank you +I bet I'ma eat up they face +Goin' through pain, can't see my kid +My neighbourhood changed, that's what it is +My cousin [?] donkey shot down in the face (What?) +And his car hangin' over the bridge +[Chorus] +I done seen some cold, cold, cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide) +Wishin' that your wrong turned right +Look like it's gon' be some cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide) +Wishin' that your wrong turned right +Shit, you felt like givin' up? (Don't do it, hold on) +'Cause you did enough but they took your love (Brighter days comin') +You felt like givin' up, baby girl (Hold on, hold on) +Brighter days comin' (Hold on) +Talk to 'em + +[Verse 2] +You ever lost your job? (Lost your job) +Shit got so hard +You went to [?] and you started taking bars +To skip today and to skip tomorrow +I hope you pray to God (Pray to God) +It's [?] how my niggas gone, gone, got it hard +Phone off, can't call your dawg +Tryna hang yourself, on God +I cried in the morning time +Late night, I'm high, high +I'm talkin' when Daddy died +Couple years later, they hate on my flavour +They promised to spray me like pesticide +Blood in my eyes, mama, she tired +I feel like just running away (Running away) +Far far away, me and my [?] +I cry with my [?] in my hand (Bitch, in my hand) +Don't do it, stop that, smoke one, [?] +'Cause if you takin' your life (It's real) +I hope you know you goin' to hell +Oh well, old friends hatin' on me +What did I do to deserve? +I feel like just goin' bout faith +And fill up they streets up with murder +[Chorus] +Cold, cold, cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide) +Wishin' that your wrong turned right +Look like it's gon' be some cold, cold nights (Please, no suicide) +Wishin' that your wrong turned right +You ever felt like givin' up? (Hold on) +'Cause you did enough, they took your love (Brighter days comin') +You felt like givin' up (Oh Lord) +'Cause you needed love and didn't receive the love (Brighter day's comin') + +[Outro] +No suicideEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Devil in My Bedroom[Intro: Big Pokey Bear] +Ooh, my baby +Yeah +The devil made me do it + +[Chorus: Big Pokey Bear] +I got the devil in my bedroom +She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +I got the devil in my bedroom +She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz & Big Pokey Bear] +I was born up in South Baton Rouge (South side) +Where that devil rides your back (Rides your back) +Daddy cookin' coke in the kitchen (Oh no) +And he hit the needle right after that (Right after that) +Gun shots, pillow talkin' to me +My mama scared, what happened? (Scared, scared) +Mom in the back room arguin' with daddy +'Bout a bitch in his Cadillac, huh + +[Chorus: Big Pokey Bear] +I got the devil in my bedroom +She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +I got the devil in my bedroom +She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz & Big Pokey Bear] +My baby mama say she want more money (Oh, here we go again) +I wanna run Forrest, run (I just wanna run) +I go to sleep, my dreams be ugly (My dreams be ugly) +For all the sins that I done done (For all the sins I done) +On death row, they said I wouldn't make it (They said it was over) +They slandered my name and the pain (Slandered my name) +They made my mama the witness (No, no, no) +So she couldn't be in trial with her baby + +[Chorus: Big Pokey Bear] +I got the devil in my bedroom +She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +I got the devil in my bedroom +She won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no no no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) +Oh no, won't let me sleep (Won't let me sleep) + +[Bridge: Boosie Badazz] +It's a cold, dirty world +It's a cold, dirty world +It's a cold, dirty world +It's a cold, dirty world +You said I'd be comin' home +You was wrong, dirty devil +I had cancer in my body +Get off me, dirty devil +I was on death row and I ain't go +[Outro] +I was on death row and I ain't go +I was on the dirty dirty devil, I was on the dirty dirty devil +We gon' electrocute your ass, boy +We gonna give your ass life, boy +That's the rapper, haha +I knew then when I looked at 'em, I said, "I know what you is, the devil" +They put shackles tight on my hands, yeah +Racist jealous motherfucker, yeah +Mad 'cause I'm livin' good, the devil +Listen to my chains beat +Trippin' in this motherfucker +Know what you is, the devilEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Its Going Down Part IIAhh!, we in dis +Is we? Yeah! +Big Head the dome busta +Hey, Lil' Boosie in dis +I love my hood! (I love my hood!) +You love your hood? For sure! Fours up! +Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB +Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT +Oh, Oh it's about to be some raw shit! +They done let the two sickies of the Dirty South click +Say Big Head! What's up? +I ain't been givin' a f*ck +Been, ridin' strapped down on those dubs, just livin' it up +In the bottom where you find me, for sure nigga +You know New Orleans doe nigga, my mama ain't raised no hoe nigga +Vouges nigga, that's what I love, that's what I claim +That's what I'll die for, till I'm down took out the game +They go down from four up to four down +I f*ck with niggas I know down, so let the weed go round +Don't put your Calico down, cause niggas like to go round +I prefer a showdown, F*CK! My favorite pronoun +Keep gettin' your hoe down, she says she likes that four sound +Lil' Boosie got some more sound, so pop and blow pound +Drink up and throw down, you knew how it was gon' sound +All my niggas gon' clown, the water deep so don't drown (So don't drown bitch!) +Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB +Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT +Well it's a South thing, and everybody spread the word +We rule Baton Rouge for puttin' domes on the curb +I got my dubs you got your dubs nigga, believe dat +Cross da tracks is where dem G's at +And God, they got dem weed sack +Ain't no joke, when it comes to West Poke +And we got OG's in the hole, if you want you some dope +You must don't love your hood, if you ain't tatted +Can't take the pain or blood for your wood you ain't no savage +See bread I gots to have it! Shit! Look +I'm a let ya know +I was sixteen with ten g's, now f*ckin' with Loc +And niggas know me from da South, will take ya bitch or take ya shit +And if we beef, will take your click (What's up?) +And from the top to da bottom, we poppin' What? X-pills +Get it up nigga, givin' dem hoes sex thrills +Just chill Head comin' and now Bubbles had somethin' +SSB and UPT, bitch we head huntin' +Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB +Say Boosie the same thing in the UPT +On the block were I hang, yeah we slang! +Bust niggas brains, hold up +What's my motherf*ckin' name? +Dome Doctor baby +So lock it in your two-way +Niggas, lock it in your mind +I'm a leave your ass soufflé +Lay you out like a buffet +I need mine today +I tote a brand new K, just to see a new day +But don't get me wrong, you know I come in peace +But if you cross me or my click, then I'll become the Beast +So stay out da streets and da heats won't release +Don't talk to my peeps bout peace, till you deceased +It get high like three, when you pass by da Yang +Best to call da police, 'cause we blast by da Yang +Best be quick on your feet, we move fast by da Yang +Right now I'm on Rock Street, but I could dash by da Yang +Sixteen is what I claim, but dat four is in my blood +The baby mama want dat thing, 'cause she knows dat I'm a thug +Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB +Say Boosie the same thing in that UPTEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Santa Claus of the Ghetto[Intro] +Playboy on the beat +Santa to me +Santa Claus ain't never really come down our chimney +We had other Santa Claus +Straight up +They was Santa to me + +[Verse 1] +I know a nigga out my hood, he brought everybody turkey +Hustlin', hustler, he had everybody workin' +Clean from head to toe when you see him up in person (Sha) +He'll break you off a pack if you hungry and you thirsty (Cha) +I'm talkin' Cam Ricks, Lee Lucas, Kenny Wayne (Yeah) +Only thing we got from Michael Jordan was a ring +A fifty dollar bill will make a kid smile bright +Thank you, Mr. Dope Dealer, for what you did that night +Hit a nigga with a whole brick just for lead, get on your feet +This some full shit, no ho shit, this shit is deep +He had to whack a nigga (Whack 'em), smack a nigga (Smack 'em) +That nigga weak, holidays he flood the whole street +Santa Claus of the ghetto + +[Chorus] +Santa Clause of the ghetto +Please, don't go to jail, my nigga (My nigga) +Santa Claus of the ghetto +[Verse 2] +He bought his mama a house, told her, "Merry Christmas" (Hi, mom) +This nigga livin' like a boss, he bought his sister a Rolly (Woo) +And a bracelet to match (Damn), told her, "Merry Christmas" (Merry Christmas) +Now these niggas showin' up +He put Gucci on his daughter, he put Gucci on her mama +Merry Christmas, girl, 'cause you loyal and you silent +Now, we talkin' diamonds, little chains for the clique (Yeah) +That's all them niggas need, they ain't never had shit +Same nigga, same fit, same game, same clique +Merry Christmas, nigga, dog, you home from the pen +When I was a kid, I prayed that God protect Santa +Keep him gettin' money, keep that nigga out the slammer +Santa Claus of the ghetto + +[Chorus] +Santa Clause of the ghetto +Please, don't go to jail, my nigga (My nigga) +Don't go to jail, not right now +Santa Claus of the ghetto + +[Refrain] +I know you gotta do what you do, but +Nigga stay out here, a nigga need you +Please, don't go to jail, my nigga (My nigga) +Don't go to jail, don't go to jail +Check it, this for the outro +[Outro] +Santa I know pay bills for the old folks +Santa I know give gifts to they kinfolk +Santa I know will bail you out you go to jail, nigga +Santa I know will cut your motherfuckin' throat +Feed it to the reindeer and ride with 'em everywhere +Santa I know will put a nigga on +This for Big U and the Crips +I know they got some Crips ridin' +Don't go to jail, my nigga +Santa Claus of the ghetto +Stay outta jail, nigga +The hood needs youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Post Up in the Parking Lot[Hook (4x)] +I don't need no VIP, I post up in the parking lot +Parking lot, in the parking lot, post up in the parking lot + +[Verse] +I don't need no VIP, I'm posted in the parking lot +Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, clutching on the 40 Glock +Thirties on my big truck, I had to get a [?] +I'm parking lot pimping, [?] and doing what I want +VIP ain't for me 'cause I don't drink, i pop ecs +Lamborghini, Beemer, Coupe, what I'm gonna drive next? +Everybody watching me, everybody want to ride with me +Ain't nobody in VIP 'cause my clique, we in the parking lot +Hanging out the window, blowing on that indo +Middle fingers up, you gon' [?] I don't know what +I can't be touched, I'm too loose for VIP +Bring our goons out here to me, man, you know how Boosie be +All this body, all this mine, in the parking lot, we shine +In the front seat, that nine, in the back seat, a dime +You looking for me, dog? No, I ain't hard to find +We be swerving in a line, choo-choo train is where we shineEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boosie Blues Cafe[Intro] +This the last song on the album +It's my first blues album +So I'ma dedicate this last song to the name of the album +Boosie Blues Cafe + +[Chorus] +Take you to that place +Where they smoke weed and drink alone +Boosie Blues Cafe +But when the music play, they sing along + +[Verse 1] +Take you to that place +Where they don't judge your race (It ain't like that in here) +The place where everybody get along (Respect) +Take you to that place (Yeah), chronic by the pound (Woo) +Liquor by the cases, man, it's goin' down +At the Boosie Blues Cafe (Hey) +Where the women on they A game, for real +'Cause the women, they be lookin' for stars, girl who you are? +I would like to, know your name +It's goin' down in this club, I'm talkin' anything +Last week I went to Follies, ooh, I miss Follies +I met a baddie, she in college (Ooh, that thing bad) +She just use Follies +[Chorus] +I met her at that place +Where they smoke weed and drink alone +Boosie Blues Cafe +But when the music play, they sing along + +[Verse 2] +We can turn up (We can turn up) +Like Atlanta (Like Atlanta) +We can party (We can party) +We can gamble (We can gamble) +We can drink (Drink) +Out the bottle (Out the bottle) +We can smoke (Smoke) +We can pop it (Pop it) +You can double cup, my nigga (Like that) +You can double cup, my nigga (Like that) +We don't give a fuck, my nigga (Like that) +You can double cup, my nigga (Woo) +Nobody judge you in this place of business (Nah) +People turn they heads, stay in they business + +[Chorus] +I gotta come take you to that place (You gotta come fuck with me though, for real) +Where they smoke weed and drink alone (Everybody chillin') +Boosie Blues Cafe (Uh-huh, nothin' but real G's and gangsters) +But when the music play, they sing along +(It's all word for word) +Take you to that place +Where they smoke weed and drink alone (Drink alone) +Boosie Blues Cafe (Boosie Blues Cafe, that's right) +But when the music play, they sing alongEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +745[Hook (2x)] +745 (whipping things on it) +Dope boy ride (candy painting on them) +I’m so fly (I see they hating on me) +I know why (I’m getting my paper on them) + +[Verse] +Seven with the 45, candy apple 45 +Red seats, red stitches with two red bitches +Flip-flop pay like purple drank, oh, I think they like that +White Beemer, good smell, feeling like a polar bear +Mane, I be thugging when I ride +Let me tell you, it ain’t nothing like a 745, better get you one +Candy paint hurt they heart, got to push to start +Nigga, I ain’t hard to hard behind a fucking blind +I add a L.I. in 20, I popped so many +I lost my mind, old skinny-ass tires +Rolling through the Beemer, all the hoes sweating +Threw them things on that bitch, now my Beemer bow legged, whoa + +[Hook (2x)] +745 (whipping things on it) +Dope boy ride (candy painting on them) +I’m so fly (I see they hating on me) +I know why (I’m getting my paper on them)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Know How to Have a Good Time[Intro] +We ain't with all that +We ain’t bother nobody +We ain't with all that +We ain't start with nobody +Come on Auntie, let’s go +Yeah, Boosie juice in my body +Let's go, let's go, everybody take the dance floor +We finna turn up now +Aw shit, this the Boosie Blues Cafe +And we ain't bother nobody, uh-uh, uh-uh +We ain't with all that +We ain't start with nobody, uh-uh, uh-uh +We ain't with all that, yeah + +[Chorus] +Sometimes I be out of my mind +But I know how to have a good time +Everybody want me round +'Cause I know how to have a good time +Sometimes I be out of my body +But I know how to have a good time +My teacher, she done drunk her wine +But she know how to have a good time + +[Verse 1] +Smoke some weed with my cousin (Yeah, Cody) +Ooh, we buzzin’ (We buzzin’) +Drink some liquor with my uncle (Yeah, Uncle Tony) +Ooh, he drunker +Catch the floor with my TeeTee (There go my TeeTee) +Yeah, Tee Birdy (Tee Birdy) +All my family love G-O-D +We love God 'round here, we ain’t worried +Lookin' good so I feel like movin' (I'm clean) +Took somethin’, get me feelin' like movin' +DJ got it hot, he done turned on that Boosie (Uh-oh) +Everybody 'round here goin' stupid, ruined +[Chorus] +Sometimes I be out of my mind +But I know how to have a good time +Everybody want me round +'Cause I know how to have a good time +No, we ain't bother nobody (We ain't with all that) +We ain't start with nobody (We ain't with all that) +That's why everybody want me round +'Cause I know how to have a good time (Let's take it to the hood) + +[Verse 2] +Gave that thing to my cousin (Hold that, dude) +Ooh, he clutchin' (Clutchin') +Me and my boys, we roll tight like that +Straight up, my niggas muscle (My brothers) +Two step for my nigga Buster (Rest in peace) +And Bleek, my lil' brother (That my brother) +Everybody ask why I be turnt like that, shit +'Cause I made it out the struggle, buster +Got some jewelry for my mama (Miss Connie) +Boosie love that woman (But guess what?) +But tonight, man, I'm really out my body, Mama +And I need more than one woman, ah + +[Chorus] +Sometimes I be out of my mind +But I know how to have a good time +Everybody want me round +'Cause I know how to have a good time +No, we ain't bother nobody (We ain't with all that) +We ain't start with nobody (We ain't with all that) +That's why everybody want me round +'Cause I know how to have a good time (Let's take it to the hood) +[Outro] +If you lookin' for some trouble, boy, beat it (Boy, beat it) +I'm just tryna have some fun with my people (That's it) +Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it +(Get your messy ass down, sit your ass down, broke ass bitch) +If you lookin' for some trouble, boy, beat it (Boy, beat it) +I'm just tryna have some fun with my people +Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it +(Go put some clothes on, you look bad, beat it) +(You need to, you need to, you need, you need to go take a bath)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dirty Diary[Intro] +Dirty diary, diary +This that dirty diary nigga +Oh lord +Dirty diary, diary, diary + +[Verse 1] +You heard old boy got his issue +Guess when they come they don't miss you +Too many dead, I need tissues +This life is so far from pretty +Rest in peace to my hitters +Those in my killer committee +Lil Ivy Ghost and Lil Bleek +We wrote y'all name in the street +I'm sorry for all the problems that I couldn't solve without talkin' +Rest in peace to that Problem and everybody we lost +My heart goes out to Lil Titus, because of me you went a bin +I took that chance with my man, tried to sip some fuckin' codeine + +[Chorus] +Dirty diary +Dirty diary, oh lord, dirty, dirty, dirty +Dirty diary, diary (dirty diary) +Dirty diary, dirty, dirty, dirty +[Verse 2] +I pray you wake up safe and well, I hope you covered in grace +I hope your teachers teach you well while I play with Lay-Lay +Me, Turk, and Mel back, all love, one time I wish that I'm hatin' +Not knowin' the CEO rode 'til I got in they place +Donkey I'm sorry with all my heart that you got shot in your face +I could've told you slow your roll but told the opposite way +Mama I just wan' see us happy, I don't wan' argue today +This family starting to look like daddy would say, huh + +[Chorus] +Dirty diary +Dirty diary, oh lord, dirty, dirty, dirty +Dirty diary, diary (dirty diary) +Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty + +[Verse 3] +Sometimes I look in the mirror like why I'm so underrated? +If you name one nigga realer, man I can argue time eight +Apologize to my uncles for always sellin' you yay +So sorry Bleek, I was chosen, I miss you thug every day +I'm sorry Dawg I couldn't pick up, man it was so much to date +I love you nigga and I keep the faith that you'll be home one day +All my niggas in the hood, always been down with me +But still I gotta wonder, who gon' ride for me? +[Chorus] +Dirty diary +Dirty diary, oh lord, dirty, dirty, dirty +Dirty diary, diary (dirty diary) + +[Outro] +This should make you buy my album five times +Me givin' you my (me givin' you my) +Dirty diary, diary +This should make you buy my album five times +Me givin' you my +Me reachin' inside +For dirty diaryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gutta[Chorus:] +Gutta Gutta Gutta Gutta [x3] +Meet me on the Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta +Girls gone crazy +Got the whole club jumping like a Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta +Out the Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta [x2] +Ya’ll nigga, Ya’ll nigga +Ya’ll nigga made it out the Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta + +[Verse 1:] +It’s a young nigga made it out the gutta when they tug on you +Put it right there in the club on you +I am so gutta you dig +I use to hustle in Paris +I use to run from them pigs +Smashing a honey +You don’t know my struggle +Boy I will get you the beef +How you think I got my bust +Gutta Gutta +All I know is get up if you fall down +All I know I’ll shoot if you draw down +Real nigga from a little small town +Whole clit Gutta, Gutta, Gutta, Gutta +All I know is bankk rose +Raised in the crack +Ever with the jerry curls and the kangoos +Pills to grab handles +We in the van though +I guy got flip flap handle +We started a picture but why +The big doogie get in the middle +Been doing this shit since we was little +When we started flippers +Remember that cold december in the Gutta +When we were fighting, and gambling each other +Hustling all night, building our muscle +Man I’m glad I made it out the motherfucking Gutta +[Chorus] + +[Verse 2:] +Grinding out the Gutta for a minute +OG dollar sign bitch trying to get it +Twenty G’s a piece and we are still ya’ll nigga ain’t shit to a pimp +I got niggas in this Gutta +I got woman in this Gutta +I did house is Gutta +I stepped on the carpet, red bottoms is Gutta +Pulling up like my girl cheating on me +Like I’m something mean +Got the scheming on me +Got these bitches sweating +Cause the heat is on me +Yes of course, that’s originally +Niggas call me crazy, special education +My lack of pages, maybe smack a nigga +Like a pimp man, sit back +Get back, please tell me where the paper at +I’m the hottest thing no debate nigga +I get many money why you hate nigga +2015 we assassinating +How the hell you plug it in, you ain’t clocking nigga +Stay steady before I start smacking niggas +Three piece at the coast captain nigga +Everything good and it’s natural +Still in the hood dressing casual +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We on itWe got the Phantoms on deck, lambo on the side, chevy sittin high yeah bitch that's how we ride +That's how we do it x7 +We posted up up in the club, bottles on ice, pockets full of hundred and we got the cheapest price +That's how we do it x7 +Lil Boosie +Let me tell you how I rock, pocket full of rocks, bottle in the air, livin without a care +Let me tell you what I like, head with cold sprite +Let me tell you what I hate, haters with no cake +Let me tell you what I make, money with big stacks +Let me tell you why they hatin, cuz I young , rich, and black +Hoes lick my nutsack, rose by the six pack, skeet that shit off in they mouth (opps!) and I ain't feel bad +Gotta have my funds straight, time flyin gotta have my sons straight so they can shine +Wake up to get it up I hope you on the grind, cuz if you bullshitn' you'll get lapped this time +Im on the money makin mission got me handling bucks +Been countin money for so long my fuckin hands cramp up +Get my keys I be ridin, put my b's in my pocket +Keep ridin dirty cuz the people can't stop it +Chorus +Webbie +Hustlin, 50 streets back against the wall +Scarred up since I was small, ive been through some shit to ball +The heat was on I couldn't stop, I had to let the cannons pop +The Bentleys fallin through the roof and now Im standin at the top +Grindin with my nigga B, finally where im supposed to be +I know my boy watchin over me still I keep my shit close to me +Im doin this for my nigga T, specially for my nigga Mell +Specially for my niggas doin the L and getting outta jail +What ever be good as hell it ain't nothin on a nigga plate +Hungry than a motherfucka a hustla eat a nigga face +Imma keep it trill you can chill but time ain't gon wait +You betta go head and get your paper before it get to late +Had to set myself straight at to set myself a goal +By 2010 im tryin to have a hundred million more +52 foot ceiling you can't touch it marble on the floor +Webbie trillest nigga I ain't doin nothing but get my hustle on +Chorus +Lil trill +Imma start this thing for my dog B, trill fam, trill ent +Deaf kids look up to me so I gotta be all I can be +And I grind hard just to get this far, love my pops for what he did +Never thought I'd be this big, never thought I'd be this kid +I do it big but I keep my stacks +From big money to big racks +You got a check then we can talk, if you ain't got it then you can walk +I do my thang betta ask around, chevy whip sittin off the ground +Burnin rubber throughout your town, ohh yeah boy we get it down +No blue cars black cars now, couldn't see me through an ultrasound +Too far like a mile long, im getting money like Mulan +Imma buy a house, buy my own estate +Been hungry eat your whole plate +Never turn on your main mayne or you'll crash like an airplane +Trill fam that's till the end, we all family can be friends +Hustle hard for your dividends, loyalty never defense +That crooked man can't be your friend, betta leave that boy alone +Or he will leave you all alone +Time to start from scratch homes +ChrousEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hate Me[Hook] +You see the trap booming, you see the traffic coming +You see we getting money, go on, nigga, hate me +Nigga, I grind hard, that’s where I shine hard +Homie, your kind flauged, go on, nigga, hate me +I know your nuts crossed ‘cause I fuck with [?] +I don’t give a fuck, dog, go on, nigga, hate me +Go on, nigga, hate me, go on, nigga, hate me +Go on, nigga, hate me, go on, nigga, hate me + +[Verse] +Well, it’s Boosie and they hate on me, but don’t nobody play with me +The last nigga tried me got found by somebody +In the hood, I’m like Gotti, I’m the sickest on the beat +All the hoes suck on my meat like I’m a fucking swisher sweet +Like trying hit after hit, nigga talked about me bad +But I get that chopper out that trunk and make at talk to your ass +[?] Daddy wouldn’t [?], I learned from other niggas +I learned from hustle niggas, but it’s all gravy, man +Front the club, I [?] shine, push whip, six at a time +I’m in the dope, getting mine, hated on all the time +Got my neck right, got my wrist right +Three or four choppers, niggas would stop you in that signal light +But niggas wanna murder me ‘cause I be counting big money on my DVD +Devil, get up off me +Nephew, let’s get them [?] I done talked about +And I’m the truth, dog, from Baton Rouge to Duval +[Hook] +You see the trap booming, you see the traffic coming +You see we getting money, go on, nigga, hate me +Nigga, I grind hard, that’s where I shine hard +Homie, your kind flauged, go on, nigga, hate me +I know your nuts crossed ‘cause I fuck with [?] +I don’t give a fuck, dog, go on, nigga, hate me +Go on, nigga, hate me, go on, nigga, hate me +Go on, nigga, hate me, go on, nigga, hate meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Savages[Verse 1] +Look, they took interviews and they flipped 'em on me +Still I rise +They threw crosses between me and my closest homie Webbie +But the shit ain't fly +They asked critics if I did it or ain't did it +What they doin', they searchin' for lies +Dirt on my name, they hurt me inside +What a hell of a tide +I'm feelin' like Koly, my heart cold as a bitch +I was raised in the streets +Lot of nights couldn't sleep, it was deep on my street +I had to prey on the weak +Nigga got loose and a nigga left his head in the street +Now he dead in the street +No shit, we don't go for that ho shit 'round here +Can't be scared on my street +They'll bust your head on the street +If you want beef, dead nigga +All of my niggas are savages, huh +Have you dead by the weekend nigga +I'm tatted up all on my sleeve +Made me risk it then I run to the weed +My cousin found guilty of murder, it's Murder +It's murder, more murder, we raised up in murder +[Chorus] +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas, man all of my niggas +Man all of my niggas are savages +They shoot at you first on that casket shit +All of my niggas are savages +Nigga we don't play that, so I gotta say that +All my niggas are savages + +[Verse 2] +Free my nigga D-Bo +And every real nigga that I left thuggin' on the D-row +Move and Lil Fleek my savages +All of my bulls be savages +I must admit that I run with them goons +We know it's inside, we gon' run in the room +We beefin' in May then we comin' for June +My lil niggas don't mind, they do it all the time (homework nigga) +This for my thugs doin' time +Who ready to rumble again +Who ready to jump for the pen +Shit, we ready for Bronson again +Black S shoot a nigga neck +Shit get real if you really wanna take it there +Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger red +Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger Ruger red +Same nigga ain't talk when we hit a safe +We all get money, bitch we all shine +Somethin' jump off, we gon' all ride +Love my hood bitch, South Side +[Chorus] +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas, man all of my niggas +Man all of my niggas are savages +They shoot at you first on that casket shit +All of my niggas are savages +Nigga we don't play that, so I gotta say that +All my niggas are savages + +[Verse 3] +If you know a nigga locked up, boxed up +Put your hood up, free all my savages +Free all my savages, free all my savages +We don't go for that ho shit 'round here nigga +We'll show shit 'round here nigga +Shit all my niggas got extensions 'round here boy +Rest in peace to my savages +We all gotta die, we savages +Rest in peace to my savages +We all gotta die, we savages +We ride or we die, we savages +Rest in peace to my savages +Tattoos for my savages +Tatted up 'cause my savages +[Chorus] +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas are savages +All of my niggas, man all of my niggas +Man all of my niggas they savages +Hit you up in traffic bitch +All of my niggas get nasty bitch +They pull it up on you in traffic with it +All my niggas are savagesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Better Believe It Remix[Intro: Lil Boosie] +Boosie Badazz g-mix remix +Yeah, if you don't know +Now you know + +[Hook] +You better believe it +You better believe it +You better believe it (my money don't fold I'm gettin' this dough) +You better believe it +You better believe it +You better believe it (always stay true stick to the G code) +You better believe it +(I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real nigga should) +You better believe it +(I'mma still be me be the same OG who puts it down for the hood) +You better believe it +(I'mma rep my block every city, every town, everywhere I go) +You better believe it +(That's if you didn't know) you better believe it + +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Yeah, you saw the video you better believe +That my real fans they been believein' +Knew the plan the whole time this young nigga finna go get Young Jezzy +Show money got me frezzy-frezzy +Young south from like king James of Clevland +Man amongst boys going hard +Best believe I'll fuck your broad +I'll land your yard with a Mac-10 +Got black fans, got white fans, got jew fans, got spanish fans, bunmaklieds, & mexicans +Back to my neck again check me out +Gotta mention my name when you say the south +Spit it from the heart so they fellin' me +Some people say I got 2Pac in me +Police they be tellin' lies +So look like we goin' trial +Fight for my life I swear to God +My music took people who had the heart +Man savage boy, made a classic boy, gangsta music we did the thang so +I name my album SuperBad, cause I keep keep keep gettin' richer mane +Flat screens all up in my kitchen mane +Grind so hard I shine so bright +Everybody up in Boosie bussiness, hey kill the light +From California to New York City niggas on the corner they fucking wit me +Just got a label did, finna be duce L Beezzy B nigga +[Hook] + +[Verse 2: Bun B] +Bun B in this thang is the best back +Crew Trill ENT I'ma rep that +Gotta problem homeboy better step back +Cause the thing taking off like a jetpack +Coming down in the benz on jet black on 24's +Just the roof let back +Say I might get jacked right [?] that +Got something on me that'll make em' get back +You can bet that like a good hand reppin' for my city I'm a good man +Always organized with a good plan Always gotta know where my hoods stand +Where the pimp at P.A.T. somking on the baseball B.A.T +Everybody packed in a G.A.T. ready to let them boys down like B.A.T. better believe it + +[Verse 3: Yo Gotti] +I'm Yo Gotti +Been a long time coming better ask about me +All the hate, all the doubtment, all the niggas tried to hold me down +Stayed on the grind, I took the crown +Man seemed like a dream so caked up if this what it is I don't wanna wake up +From Baton Rouge to north Memphis to A.T.L. they felling us +From the east coast to the west coast anywhere that's hood life +Street niggas gonna lay for this & they probably gonna have these same stripes +Fast cars, 5 stars homeboys behind bars +How you gonna try to take a full blooded street nigga turn em' into a superstar +[?] they run this [?] I run this +You can catch me in that white thang, with that top dropped [?] +[Verse 4: Trae Tha Truth] +I'm Trae Tha Truth you ain't gotta have shit +King of the place where they never had shit +Got up & got it my own, ain't nobody pay attention +Probably ain't never got to hit the bank to cash in +Half of a stack to hundred now I made 'er +Run up & I bet you this choppa gonna be a hater +Seen 'em what they wanted, wanted to get back & I made 'er +Littlest one in here but I twist his paper +Hood nigga but the ghetto bitches say I'ma star +Made it out the ghetto but I'm never gonna force ya +Having nothing made now probably but the problems +Bitches on my dick & probably make a brother stronger +Whether not these haters I'ma stare up in they jaw +All money bitch, I give a fuck about the law +When you see me for [?] sounded like they never wanna stay up in the car + +[Verse 5: Foxx] +Now picture this I'm good & rich only 26 you pussy bitch +Wishing I was broke keep wishin' bitch, everytime I roll by you lookin' bitch +Nigga hate on me but that's motivation, rap money got a nigga souldier hattin' +Dope man went & got a 9 & 5, niggas outchea working with the police station +Where am at now I ain't think I see it, still waking up like I can't believe it +3500 for a bulldog, got full of that weed & I forgot to feed it +Looking at my watch like I don't need it, looking at my house like thank you Jesus +Could've been choosen & not breathin', but I'm here, yeah +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cartoon (feat. Shell & Mouse On Tha Track)Damn why it feel like its saturday mornin in this b****.girl in the corner lookin like dora the explorer.bartender lookin like stewart griffin.security guard lookin like homer simpson..ooo s***.i must be in a cartoon damn..too many triple stacks(throw it back) + +Shell:look,lookin out my mind yeah im on bout two is you thuggin is your rollin i say how bout you?i done mixed the ninja turtle with a lil grey goose now im bout to transform cuz im into cartoons.gotta ??? track of pills and a ounce of that dough and my b**** rolled too in a spongebob shirt,she ain't trippin tho she done bought her friends too i use to knock that p**** out off a half of blues clues.back to my crew yeah my n***** go hard,i done left caught a charge gettin full of dem bars ,i had this episode f***** with this lil broad,she wanted me to hit it hit it by ????,you know im a dawg so i didn't hit it raw,that red transformer got my d*** real hard,she said the pill make her feel like she sittin on mars so i ate her ??? and beat that p**** on the sharks + +Chorus:im in a cartoon im in a cartoon(throw it back)im in a cartoon im in a cartoon(throw it back)doin spongebob on em do the ninja turtle on em goin bart simpson on em ima transform on em..goin bugs bunny on em i mickey mouse on em goin blues clues on em(in a cartoon) +Boosie:cross the track we throw em back from the summer to the winter use to be a ninja turtle now i turned to master splinter i be actin you can't see me i turn to dragon ball z took two to the head dawg an i turned to sonic the hedgehog im clifford red dawg we actin me and my 40 Glock we like scooby doo and shaggy im poppa smurf round this b**** when im on purple round this b**** big bucks like scroge mcduff ain't out of s***(im in a cartoon)feel like im on the moon saw my girl porsha but my eyes saw dora homer simpson in the buildin(ayyy mouse where marge at?)i can't find tootie aww s**** where bart at(throw em back throw em back)???? im always in trouble call me garfield the cat me and my dawgs we gettin stacks you can call us thunder cats look at my neck you see im on like im kin to fred flintstone + +ChrosEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Years Resolution[Intro] +Savage Holidays +Boosie Badazz +Said I'ma just keep gettin' money (Keep gettin' money) +Keep raisin' my boys, keep raisin' my girl, what you gon' do, nigga? +Like damn it +California MD +Look + +[Verse 1] +Is you gon' stop boostin'? (Damn) +Is you gon' stop robbin' and shootin'? +Stealin' shit and lootin'? (Tell me) +What's your New Year's resolution? +Is you gon' stop bangin' (Stop bangin') +Or you gon' turn up a lil' bit more? +And keep your flag hangin'? (Tell me) +What is you sayin'? +Is you gon' slow down buyin' all that 'Sace? ('Sace) +Fendi and Gucci? (Gucci), I'm talkin' Boosie (Yeah) +And other rappers who exclusive +Is you gon' switch your bitch up? For real (Yeah) +'Cause it seem like for these last years, y'all been on the same shit +Arguin' 'bout the same bitch +You gon' let them niggas go who cancers to your clique? +Is you gon' ask them niggas questions and expect them answers from your clique? +Is you gon' slow down your habit? (Yeah) +Like you said on that 'Gram? (On the 'Gram) +You say no more syrup +We gon' see when you get work +[Chorus] +What's your New Year's resolution? +Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up +What's your New Year's resolution? +Keep on grindin' like I'm in the hood, stuck +Since everybody say they switchin' it up +What's your New Year's resolution, nigga? + +[Interlude] +I'ma run it up, nigga +I ain't gon' say I'ma change everything 'cause +If it ain't broke, don't fix it +That's what my uncle used to tell me, you know what I'm sayin' +Some shit gotta change + +[Verse 2] +Like back answer say, don't call me for shit, ho (Fuck you, ho) +You can suck my dick, ho (Yeah) +You ain't even much lit, ho (Lit, ho) +No more fuckin' with these IG hoes who tryna be a rich ho (Straight up) +Say she ain't fuckin' niggas no more, ho, bitch, you lyin' +You gon' get tired of that ho always eatin' your pussy, bein' 'round you all the time +He goin' out to eat, he goin' out to eat +He said no more heroin up in his body +He went to the preach, he went to the preach +He rolled down the window, threw out his chopper +And he threw out his needle +He said it's New Year's (New Year's) +It's another day ('Nother day) +He finna get money, do it the other way +Say he goin' back and get his girl today +[Chorus] +What's your New Year's resolution? +Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up +What's your New Year's resolution? +Keep on grindin' like I'm in the hood, stuck +Since everybody say they switchin' it up +What's your New Year's resolution, nigga?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Goat Talk[Verse] +You could play you don't know, but I'm the motherfuckin' truth +Spittin' real game and I'm clutchin' in the booth +We was both on one, now we fuckin' in the booth +She looked me in my eye, she said, "Nigga, you the truth" +Baton Rouge, body-body, we don't never call the truce +I'm out the app', bitches still got the juice +I put money in the hood, Pittsburgh came through +Lil' nigga turned dealer when the birds came through +I'm the one who motivated, niggas ain't have shit +Made a fat bitch feel like a bad bitch +Sent real game for them niggas in the hood +Nigga catch a charge, take your motherfuckin' lick +Every song that I'm on, it's a hit, bitch, I'm lit +Hustler of the year, so I hustle with a stick +I got five different hustles and I'm workin' on six +Five bitches in my bed and they all on me (Disrespect) + +Swear to god, I done been on full flex +On death row, throwin' fours in my wreck +Money on my mind, smokin' joes in the rec' +Two whole generations that was raised by heck +I ain't have a rich bitch, this was made off scratch +Kinfolks sellin' dope in the living room +Shit, my daddy was a goon, he kept a .357 Magnum +You show your ass, he gon' spit at you +[Chorus] +And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT, nigga +How the fuck you judge a GOAT, nigga? +Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got? +All the people who he saved with no hope, nigga? +Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost +I'm from the land of the lost, nigga +I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, nigga +I shoot bars, watch your mouth, nigga +And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT + +[Verse] +With a brain like Einstein +Beaucoup chain, beaucoup ring, that's my style +How could you ever not mention me in the top five? +I was the first lil' nigga around that showin' big time + +Do your time, know that, yeah, I did mine +This murder by my bitch's side, I'ma keep it silent +I barely talk about the coke I done moved, nigga +But I'm a GOAT sellin' coke, this for my nigga, I +Locked up, when you see me, I ain't never smile +Drinkin' Boosie juice, nigga got a nigga wild +What happened to that last nigga who got out his spot? +That nigga got bust up and I ain't apologize +I'm sleepin' on the hill like a Russian +My music is the realest shit ever +I could make a song 'bout a bitch or a betrayin' ass clique +Or a nigga gettin' chased by the Devil +[Chorus] +And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT, nigga +How the fuck you judge a GOAT, nigga? +Is it the rhyme that he wrote or the money that he got? +All the people who he saved with no hope, nigga? +Put that on my mama, go, go, go, go, ghost +I'm from the land of the lost, nigga +I'm the man, I'm the man in the dirty-dirty soft, nigga +I shoot bars, watch your mouth, nigga +And I'm a motherfuckin' GOAT +(Fuck these niggas up) + +[Outro] +Been a GOAT since a lil' nigga +When my dawg ain't had a home and I gave him a couple hoes +When he ain't have clothes, I gave him Hilfiger +Nigga, I'm the GOAT +I ain't sellin' ten meals, but I'm getting ten million people hope +Nigga, I'm the GOAT +Chain lies with this rap shit, nigga, woo +(Boosie-Boosie you a GOAT)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Models[Verse: Boosie Badazz] +Red bones, black bones, horses, and stallions +Boosie fucked them all, I’m a motherfucking dog +You better tell them how we thugging tonight +And girl, you gon' have to suck it ‘fore you fuck it tonight +I got a model on the left, model on my right +Front my cash, bad ass, get swatted all night +Number 1 0 1 0 6, still I’ll fuck a ratchet bitch +I ain’t had to beat my dick since 1996 +Fucked the grandma, the mama, the cousin, the niece +I’ll make you [?] if you’ll be my little freaks +Straight up, the player haters they gon' hate us +Girls bite us like gators, they give us thirty-one flavors +A straight go-getter, man I’m all about my stacks man +I make it rain and pick it up like Pacman +I’m gutta, you see your girl with me, I done already fucked her +Now I’m working on her friend, come over and join in + +[Hook: Snook da Rockstar & Boosie Badazz] +There's models on the left, models on the right +In the VIP, popping bottles all night +Nigga, I'm fucking something (You know I'm fucking something) +Nigga, we fucking something ( Man, is you fucking something?) +'Cause there's models on the left, models on the right +In the VIP, popping bottles all night +Nigga, I'm fucking something (You know I'm fucking something) +Nigga, we fucking something (Man, is you fucking something?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Track Life Forever[Intro] +Merry Christmas nigga, hah +This for the hood right here, baby +Straight up +Yeah +Free Wild Thing, nigga, yeah +(Ant life forever, ever) +God Pierce Street, nigga, Roosevelt +(Track life forever, ever) +This the project I bang, look + +[Verse 1] +I drive to school with a Taurus-9 (Stop playin'), bitch, I'm out here +They play me, they blind you +Somebody find you, my niggas out here (We out here) +Sell my dope in the back of the projects, nigga, that's Boosie spot +Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house +Where they keep them toolies out +Track life, fear nobody, track life +Get your money, track life +Catch you a body, track life +It's 'bout money, we with it +We can't get it, we steal it +Rob that nigga, cut him down +This for Dunk and D-Picture +[Chorus] +Track life forever, ever (What?) +(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang) +Ant life forever, ever (Ten or four, nigga) +(Untamed, close range, they gon' die on my name) + +[Verse 2] +Strapped with that thirty, that boy was dirty (Dirty) +(What I did?), yeah, that boy was 30 +No, that wasn't curvin' (No) +No, we ain't worried (No) +'Cause we love swingin' on niggas +Track life forever and ever and ever (And ever) +Rest in peace Lil Bleek +Got your face up on my chain, wrote your name in the street +Free the gang, Deebo Billy, and my cousin Lil G +I'll up on one of you bitches like G (Free G) + +[Chorus] +Track life forever, ever (Free Tony Sneed) +(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang) +Ant life forever, ever (I'm out the bottom but I'm finna pull up the trenches, nigga +It's a lil' bloody in here) + +[Outro] +Me and Ruger in the bushes, ho, you push us, it's a bloodbath (Me and Ruger) +Me and Ruger in the bushes, ho, you push us, it's a bloodbath (Me and Ruger) +(Four shit, no ho shit) +That life forever, ever +(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang +Untamed, close range, they gon' die on my name)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +JealousyLil Boosie Badazz +Big Head and Webbie +Trill Entertainment + +Gangsta Grillz, you bastards + + +[Boosie] + +You know why you ain't got what I got +Why you ain’t flashing no knots +‘Cause you ain't paper chasing out here +Like Lil Boosie and Pop + +There's gonna be a lot of niggas dead +Before the foolishness stop +I’ma introduce you pussy niggas +To these Rugers and Glocks + +I turned a rock into a block +Now these niggas want to hate +I'm charging niggas nine pieces +Just to cook up their weight + +You got that iron, I got that iron +They ain't stop making no guns +We got M1's, tommy guns +And them hundred round drums +And I giving a nigga nothing +I don't owe a nigga shit +Every I scored, I paid for +From X pills to brick + +But you wanna set trip and shit, huh +Act like you sick, huh +Saw the hoe and slaughtered the hoe +Now ask that lil bitch + +Bout Boosie, doubt Boosie +And you could get your house shooted +Terrorized nigga like +Some junkies in a south movie + +Halloween I name it +I'll bust your damn brain +Closed case, yeah, duct tape you nigga +That's on everything + +They hated when that fetti came +Now I'm on that money train +This [?] +A nigga with the choppas man + +[Chorus] + +Jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah + +Got these niggas scared +Wanting to bust a nigga head +For no reason, man + +It’s jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah + +Got these niggas scared +Wanting to bust a nigga head +For no reason, man + + +[Big Head] + +Look, look +I’m thuggin' in real life +Nigga ask the slums +I was raised by the addicts +And scrutinized by bums +I got down in the mud +And spilled blood for crumbs +I know how to survive +And accept it how it comes + +I got it the hard way +Don’t know shit about fun +I [?] my cut in the field +And got scorched by the sun + +When the cops hit the block +I was taught to run +When the beef hit the streets +I'ma spark the gun + +I live the wrong way +I came a long way +You jealous of the +Wrong nigga on the wrong day + +Me, Boosie and Webbie'll hit +Your set the strong way +Bitch, watch what you say +Go have some children if you wanna play + +Big Head don't give a fuck about +None of that man +Just thank one of yall’s niggas +If it come ta that man + +Stay in your league +We big dogs, nigga, nationwide +Big Head's the dome doctor, baby +Uptown, southside + + +[Chorus] + +Jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah + +Got these niggas scared +Wanting to bust a nigga head +For no reason, man + +It's jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah + +Got these niggas scared +Wanting to bust a nigga head +For no reason, man + + +[Webbie] + +I'm the littest [?], the Trillest +On a mission for millions +I got bundles of bitches +I ain't worried bout you niggas + +I'ma a soldier for reala +I ain't worried bout your pistols +You wanna stop Webbie riches +Then nigga, handle your business + +Man these lil niggas tripping +Mad at my position +I'm 500 hundred degrees +An bitch BET how I'm living + +Stunted out on you bitches +Flat screens all on the ceiling +XO all in my bottle +And dozier all in my feeling + +You can cross me, lil partner +I'll knock you straight out your misery +Say man, fuck my fame +I'll knock your brains out your fitted + +While you hating, I'm getting it +Super brains from my mistress +Nigga stuck in the gutter +I'm finna blow past fifty + +These niggas jealous of me +I know one thing, you ain't ready +Best call your fellas for me +You know one thing bout Webbie + +Webbie be ready for it +Old pussy ass niggas +I know bitch ass niggas jealous, nigga + + +[Chorus] + +Jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah + +Got these niggas scared +Wanting to bust a nigga head +For no reason, man + +It's jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah +Jealousy yeah + +Got these niggas scared +Wanting to bust a nigga head +For no reason, man + + +[Foxx] + +Since I was small I was hard headed +But I regret it +And never bit my tongue +Bitch, if I said it, then I said it + +And keep that thing loaded +Off of safety so I'm ready +All you jealous ass niggas +I'll make sure you get the message + +My G-Nike's be crisp white +Them boys be pissed like +“Fuck that nigga, Foxx +When I see him, oh we gonna fist fight” + +No, you got me bent +But that choppa make em get right +I'm a small nigga +I ain't got time for all them quick rights + +Pop one to the stomach +And I guarantee he gonna shit white +My condolences to his family +But that was his night + +Niggas want my money, my life +And all my bad hoes +Niggas ain't the only ones jealous +They got some mad hoes + +I just sign my John Hancock +And all my cash grow +Niggas wanna sit at my funeral +But on the last row + +If I let a broke nigga kill me +I'll be a asshole +So I keep at iron real close +Real close, nigga + + +[Outro] + +Jealousy +Shit, they say money's the root of all evil +Jealousy's the root of all evil + +You ain't even gotta have nothing +And they could hate on you +Fucked up + +Then they wanna kill you +They can't get out there and paper chase +And they will hate you + +We knocking niggas asses off since 2005 +You can believe thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Bad[Intro] +Boosie +Mom I'm sorry for being a bad boy + +[Verse 1] +No rappers spittin' lyrics like I can +I take a pussy ass nigga and put his face in the sand +All the sexy ladies love me, man I'm fresh as can be +Bad boy reputation, I keep hitters with me +Head strictly for the top and I'm gettin' them figures +Might not stop for the cops 'cause they killin' us niggas +Got the whole world jumpin', people know all my raps +Bad bitches screamin' my name, niggas givin' me dap +Out of jail, back on the map, almost a hundred a show +I'm like Starbucks coffee nigga, I'm everywhere that you go +I don't care 'bout your favorite rapper, I'm the realest to blow +Steppin' on the fuckin' game like I stepped on that coke + +[Chorus] +And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad) +Bad boy (bad, bad, bad), Boosie +And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad) +Bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b) + +[Verse 2] +I'm like Floyd, I'm so undefeated +Music is my way of life, I need it, I breathe it +Turn up the mic and hear the sounds of a gangster +Five years inside a hole really fucked up my thinkin' +Diamonds shinin', neck is blindin', F-E-D's on my trail +Niggas gettin' my album tatted, Touchdown 2 Cause Hell +Ridin' 'round in that Rolls Royce with the stars in the roof +System labelled me a killer and the magazine too +So what they do? spread they lies then they stick in a needle +Make me out an animal, and you people believe it +Guess I'm a bad bad boy, motherfuckin' bad boy +Gold teeth, gold jewelry nigga, bad boy +Bass stompin' through the speakers and I'm killin' the beat +I ain't met a nigga yet spit this shit like me +They call me Boosie Badazz, to the police, we don't talk nigga +Fuck every clothing line, wear Jewel House nigga +[Chorus] +And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad) +Bad boy (bad, bad, bad), Boosie +And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad) +Bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b) + +[Verse 3] +It's like I rose from the dead 'cause they counted me out +Ever since I been released I been the talk of the talk +My daughter told you I was comin', she went viral for that +Told y'all that the streets was mine, she wasn't lyin' 'bout that +Now everything I touch is gold, I'm the best at this rap +We live like the Italians, we got morals and values +I break a muscle pound man all the way to his feet +Cut that nigga in his head and put his face in the sink +I come to lay it down and conquer, it won't be long +Samsung, man y'all need a Boosie Badazz phone +I got bitches by the dozens, all kind of complexions +In my Jacuzzi poppin' bottles, and all of us naked + +[Chorus] +And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad) +Bad boy (bad, bad, bad), Boosie +And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad) +Bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +DopemanDope man +Dope man +Dope dope dope dope man +Mr dope man +Dope dope dope man +They see boosie (they see boosie) +They be like +Dope man (dope man) +Dope dope dope man +Dope man? (uh-oh, uh-oh) + +Check this out (look)(yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaa) + +3 blocks up in the kitchen finna be on +One phone call they finna be gone +I remember 17 gettin' my grind on +All night on the block i ain't tryna find home +45 up in my pocket with a attitude +Any nigga in my way i put this gat on you +Nine pieces +So i gotta have them iron pieces +Dope man the dope man fuck dime pieces +100 pounds of weed +That purple shit +Barrel full of ecstasy thats what i'm working with +Fresh fit with them dope man nikes on +Walk in the club and they turning the lights on +40 gs on my watch just to tell time +100 rounds in my Glock just to slang iron +Ever since i could remember i been wanna shine +From quarter bird to a one five im on the grind gettin mine +Dope dope dope dope man +Mr dope man +Dope dope dope man +They see boosie (they see boosie) +They be like +Dope man (dope man) +Dope dope dope man +Dope man? + +You know we keep something to bust a nigga chest wide open +However you wanna get it +A lot of niggas be talking about that iron play +But we gon' stop that talking when we get to sparking +5150 +Real nigga dog +2 to your chest and one to your dome +Get it how you liveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +This Christmas[Intro] +This Christmas +I'ma send this out to my niggas locked up +My niggas in Hunts, my niggas in DC, out in Angola +My niggas in the fed joint +(Won't be like the others) +I know you're prayin', nigga, straight up + +[Chorus] +This Christmas won't be like the others (Won't be like the others) +Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs) +But it won't be the same at all (Why?) +'Cause I done let my people down +Prison walls, they closin' in (In) +Try my best to shed no tears (None) +But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas + +[Verse 1] +They just gave lil' Bobby 40 'fore Christmas time (Damn, Bobby) +Brought his baby mama to tears right 'fore Christmas time +And it's niggas on the street, they barely pick up the line +His dawg who ridin' with him for real, he fightin' a dime +This the life and times +Don't get a visit, he ready to fight, G a crash dummy (Real crash) +And he got some niggas gon' listen to him, who'll crash for him +Last year he was ballin', know he the name all them hoes was callin' for +Got his time, now they doggin' woe, he sleep on 'signment so +We both look out the window as the Christmas carol jingle (Man) +Holiday spirits got us freakin', wanna mingle (What up, girl?), and tangle (Tangle) +It's Christmas time, so girl don't be no stranger +God like this was what you get for bein' a gangster (Gangster) +(That's cold, you heard me?) +[Chorus] +This Christmas won't be like the others (Won't be like the others) +Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs) +But it won't be the same at all (Won't be the same at all) +'Cause I done let my people down +Prison walls, they closin' in (In) +Try my best to shed no tears (Man) +But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas + +[Verse 2] +It got some people ain't gon' get much for Christmas, huh +It got some people ain't gon' get nothin' for Christmas, Lord +I miss my kids, I need the weed for Christmas (I need the weed for Christmas) +Two niggas on side me ain't even believe in Christmas (Oh Lord) +So I light me a stick, get on the phone, talk to my bitch +Then I go jump in the shower and play with my dick +Push-ups when I jump out that bitch +After that, go chop it up with the clique +I got the tooly, you know it's gon' hit +Yeah, I got the tooly, you know it's gon' hit +But I'd rather a bitch who taste just like a tuna +Open the mail, it's a letter from Ruger +We both on a body, they say he my shooter +I'm tellin' them how these lil' hoes +They been runnin' and fuckin' with niggas who we wanna shoot up +Come on her hard, no one smoother and cooler +Chains on my neck like I got me a jeweler +Big old respect, talkin' Telly and Boosie +And my thug nigga hauled off and loose it +This shit fucked up +[Chorus] +This Christmas won't be like the others (This for my niggas doin' 20 and 30 years and shit, ain't got no outdate) +Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Free BG, niggas in Angola, C-Murder) +But it won't be the same at all (Niggas in San Quentin) +'Cause I done let my people down (Free Tooly, nigga, niggas in the feds, free Flava) +Prison walls, they closin' in (Kentucky, free Craig, niggas in Texas) +Try my best to shed no tears (Niggas down the road) +But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas (All my niggas down the road, nigga, yeah) + +[Outro] +Hold your head, nigga +Don't get a visit, he ready to crash +Hold your head, nigga +Work on your case if you go to the bed +Savage Holidays (Hold your head, Lil Titan) +You gotta stay strong on them holidays, for realEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Another Christmas Without My Niggas[Intro] +Savage Holidays +Miss them, nigga +You are listening to a Dominic Green production +Another one, fuckin' 'nother one + +[Verse 1] +Who got five on a sack of killer? (Go half, nigga) +Daily, we life of sin +It was Optimos or the Phillies (After that?) +Washin' it down with gin +Never thought you wouldn't be with me Christmas (Lil' nigga) +Remind me of that shit we did +New Year's, we cut up, we shoot them pistols +Over and over and over again +Miss my friend +(Clutchin' on the forty, got it hangin' out the shirt, ain't no hoes over here) +Miss my friend +(Said the same shit every New Year's, him sayin' this is our year) +Miss my friend +Wish I was here with a nigga +In the club throwin' fours like yeah +Miss my G +So I need trees when I'm lookin' at the Christmas tree +What this is? +[Chorus] +Another Christmas without my niggas (Another Christmas) +Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Lord) +Another Christmas without my niggas (My dawg) +Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Another Christmas) +Another Christmas without my niggas (My dawg) +Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Straight up) +Another Christmas without my dawgs (My dawg) +I wan' talk to you now, dawg, I wanna call + +[Verse 2] +I wish you could hang this up on the tree (Man) +Put the star at the top +But I'm left with you lookin' down, watchin' me (I know you watchin') +Watchin' me hit the top +Crawfish, we ate and we celebrated (How we comin') +Boilin' it out the pot +If you ever got mad 'bout a situation (Sorry, nigga) +I'm tellin' you sorry now +Back in my feelings like a motherfucker +Lookin' in the club, when I see a nigga hug +Then I go to thinkin' 'bout my thug +Thinkin' how we used to thug in the same motherfuckin' club +And it get worser on the holidays +I think about how we all had J's for Christmas +Play spades for Christmas (Yeah, nigga) +I hear your song, and I think of you again, nigga +Here we go again (What this is?) +[Chorus] +Another Christmas without my niggas (Another Christmas) +Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Lord) +Another Christmas without my niggas (My dawg) +Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Another Christmas) +Another Christmas without my niggas (My dawg) +Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Straight up) +Another Christmas without my dawgs (My dawg) +I wan' talk to you now, dawg, I wanna call + +[Bridge] +Miss my dawg +Motherfuck the stockings on the wall +Wish my dawg, he could answer my call +Miss my dawg +Shoppin' at the mall, big ball +On them 'ppeals, bitch, we'll blow it all +Don't you miss your dawg? +When you ain't got nobody to call +'Cause you know they gon' tell it all +That's when you miss your dawg (That's when you miss your dawg) +Yeah, miss your dawg + +[Chorus] +Another Christmas without my niggas (Fucked up) +Must admit that I'm in my feelings (I rode, nigga, yeah) +Another Christmas without my niggas (Certified stepper) +Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Yeah, I swung, nigga, yeah) +Another Christmas without my niggas (Still swingin', nigga, yeah) +Must admit that I'm in my feelings (Yeah, nigga, straight up) +Another Christmas without my dawgs (I miss my nigga, yeah) +I wan' talk to you now, dawg, I wanna call (Yeah, blood behind that nigga, any day)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Bitch Who Stole Christmas[Verse 1] +The bitch, she was bad and sexy (Bad and sexy) +Light brown complexion +Even badder neck (Badder neck) +Her sex is a weapon (Woo) +Been a gangsta, dog, since a adolescent +Bait 'em in, wink at ’em, skate 'em in +Fuck him, then she fuck his friend +Find out where they hide the money +Then she call her brother and he call his friend (Woo) +Now they run in that bitch +Cut ya down, take everythang +Ho blame you when she say, "I do" +And any backup split everythang +Now she shinin' with plenty diamonds +She got it, she tryna ride +She slime all the time +This bitch tryna hit everybody + +[Chorus] +She the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +The bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +You the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +The bitch who stole Christmas, you the bitch who stole Christmas + +[Verse 2] +Shoulda never trusted that ho (No) +Shoulda never made her your girl (No) +Shoulda never showed her your stage (No) +Shoulda never showed her your plug +Now sex is a weapon and she started early-early (Early-early) +She know how to work it, work it (Work it, work it) +She fucked you and put you to sleep (Snake) +And then she get dirty-dirty +Like, she go in your pockets, see what’s in your pockets +She get it and fold it back +She always be askin' for shit, shoulda knew she wasn't shit +Always askin' for shit +But she bad as a motherfucker (Bad) +Face match her ass like a motherfucker (Bad) +In Gucci, she swaggin', she always be laughin' +Them dimples'll make you a sucka-sucka (Fast) +This lil' bitch here Halle Berry, huh +She even play games with the credit card +She ride down the street, look at every car +Hopin’ she’ll catch her a double-up +She catch him a boss, she can break you off +Suck on his dick 'cause she got the sauce +She got on his jewelry like she the boss +Then she sent her homeboys in his house +[Chorus] +She the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +The bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +You the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +The bitch who stole Christmas, you the bitch who stole Christmas + +[Outro] +Shoulda never trusted that ho +Never trusted that ho +Shoulda never trusted that ho +Never trusted that ho +Never, mayneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Christmas Lights[Intro: Boosie Badazz] +Savage Holidays, nigga +Look at these Christmas lights +Everybody love me + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights +Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +I got a chain on my neck with the charm +Bible on my neck and the scripture come from psalms +Diamonds in my ears make the women go crazy +Jesus on my neck and somethin' for your old baby (Lights) +Step up on the scene (Lights), me and my whole team (Lights) +Iceman Nick, big shit, bet it’s gon' hit +Rose gold set, I'm kind of cold, man +Yung Bleu up in this bitch lookin’ like a fuckin' snowman + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights +Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights +[Verse 2: Tootie Raww] +I'm a baby Christmas tree named Tootie, I'm Raww +And my diamonds they be drippin', they drippin' just like some water +Name a youngin go harder, I get it from my father +We be turned up for Christmas, ain't nobody goin' harder +And I spend what I wanna spend, get what I wanna get +Might just cop a watch and bust it down and you know it hit +Trel get on Christmas lights, Webbie got on Christmas lights +Everybody ’round us, they got on a bunch of Christmas lights + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights +Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights +Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights + +[Verse 3: Iviona Badazz] +Ivi, ice me out, check my time, I’m Christmas lights down +17, big B, and it bling and it shine, plus it got a crown +All my fans like my smile and they know that I'm worth it +Shout out to pops, he give his all, our Christmas so perfect +Diamonds sick, they hittin’, yeah, bling +Put a lil' sparkle on my car, make sure my horses clean +Look at the lights, tell me how bright, no, this is not no dream +Say this the life, so we ball whenever that we please +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights +Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lights +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Christmas lights, Christmas lights, look at these Christmas lights +Kids love these Christmas lights, girls love these Christmas lights +Every time you see me, I got on a bunch of Christmas lightsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rap Star Heaven[Intro] +I'm about to take y'all to a place I see in my head +Where everybody get along +Everybody get along (Rap star) +This a place where people like me go (Boosie Badazz) +(I'm goin' to rap star heaven) +And enjoy everything that we did (Rap star heaven) +We got some bad motherfuckers in rap star heaven +(I'm goin' to rap star heaven, I'm goin' to rap star heaven +You know who you gotta see in rap star heaven) + +[Verse 1] +2Pac and Biggie, in the same city (Chillin') +Both of 'em on Henny (Both of 'em on Henny) +And they women sexy (Bad bitches) +On the stage, XXXTENTACION (on the stage, XXXTENTACION) +Turned up with Mac Miller (Turned up with Mac Miller) +Pimp C up in the back, he got his own booth +Him and Big Hawk sippin' (Laid back, big sippin') +Mac Dre, he in the building (Got the Bay up in the building) +Eazy E, he run the building (Eazy got it on lock) +Soulja Slim up in the back, pattin' his camel pack +With his threes to the ceiling (Him and Shawty Lo chillin') + +[Chorus] +Rap star heaven +(We got DJ Screw in this club, baby, you know what this is right here) +Rap star heaven +(We got Jam Master Jay on the ones and twos, aw shit) +Rap star heaven +(I'm Boosie Badazz, I'm that nigga, I know this is) +I'm goin' to rap star heaven +A place where everybody get along +[Verse 2] +Rap star heaven (Rap star heaven) +Bankroll Fresh (Bankroll, Bankroll) +Lil' Snupe in the VIP (Look at Snupe) +Hollerin' 'bout, " Who wanna come and freestyle with me?" +Now him and Marley goin' at it (Now him and Marley goin' at it) +Camoflauge say next (Camoflauge say next) +Prodigy and Big L up in this motherfucker +And Chinx posted up fresh (Look at BTY Young'n, man) + +[Chorus] +Rap star heaven +(Big Pun in this motherfucker, Big Nut playin' Lucci) +Rap star heaven +(Left Eye, I see you girl, haha) +Lil Lonnie, Mississippi, rap star heaven +(One thing you can't take from me, I make some good ass music) +I'm goin' to rap star heaven +(Nate Dogg, just roll, my nigga) +The place where everybody get along + +[Outro] +Goin' to that place +(You ain't gotta pack a gat no more, you ain't gotta watch your back no more) +Goin' to that place +(You in rap star heaven, baby, everything free, baby) +Once you in that place +Rap star heaven +(We gon' play some cards, nigga) +Rap star heaven +(We gon' play some dominos, nigga) +Rap star heaven +(Lil Bleek and I, you dig, yeah) +And I know where I'm goin' +Rap star heaven +Can't hate on me no more, no +Rap star heaven +This for every rapper we done lost +If I forgot you, your fans will never forget you, remember that +You in that place now (Rap star heaven)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Nigga (Lil Boosieanna)[Intro] +(Now) If you love your nigga, hug your nigga (hug your nigga) +Look them dead in the eye (dead in the eye) +And tell your nigga +Tell that nigga you love them (you love your nigga) + +[Verse] +We started out smoking weed in the park +Visine in our eyes, trying make it home 'fore dark +Flipping off the clothes line, holes in our jeans +Fucking with these hoes' mind, on the trampoline +Tripping off that purple haze, trying get it off +Gotta find a junkie at the bottom mad dog +All fights was crowd fights, coming up in the streets +And even if you right or wrong, it's on, mane, its beef (off top) +I cut class with this nigga, act a ass wit this nigga +Off that hide-go-get unless them hoes sucking dick +Feeling like the shit on the first week of school +'Til your clothes run out, now you acting a fool +Remember when we first started grinding, they was giving us hell +All the OG's was hating, trying to hog all the sells +But the OG's started chosen, we busted the hood open +And my niggas, they kept a nigga rolling +I love youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Clean Up Man[Intro] +As you know, I'm a playboy +I do what I want when I want +But I'm always there for that special lady who need someone to talk to + +[Chorus] +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (I make you feel good) +I do what I want (Do what I want) +And I ain't tied down to no string +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (I listen, baby) +I do what I want, I screw who I want +And I ain't tied down to no string + +[Verse 1] +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Boosie Badazz) +You can call me any time, I'll be right on time +To clean up things (I got you, baby) +You can cry on my shoulder like a baby (Like a baby) +I'ma wipe your tears, girl, like your lady (Like my baby) +You're goin' bad, I got some money for you, baby (I got you) +Get your hair fixed for you and your nails done (You lookin' nice) +Every time you say thanks, I say you're welcome (Welcome) + +[Chorus] +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, honey) +I'm the clean up man (I make you feel good) +I do what I want (Do what I want) +And I ain't tied down to no string +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I do what I want, I screw who I want +And I ain't tied down to no string +[Verse 2] +Why you cryin' and shit? (He just keep cheatin' on me) +What he did you, baby? (He don't do nothin' for these kids) +I got you, baby (I just need to get away) +I'll take you honey +Take you back to the spot with me +Make the bed come and rock with me (Uh, uh) +Your man don't need to know nothin' 'bout me +And when you're goin' through it baby, make sure you call me + +[Chorus] +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (I got you) +I do what I want (Do what I want, yes sir) +And I ain't tied down to no string (I ain't on no string) +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (Yes I am) +I do what I want (Do what I want), I screw who I want +And I ain't tied down to no string (Hah) + +[Outro] +Baby, I'm the clean up man +You make it messy, I clean it up for you, partner +If you ain't hittin' that pussy right, I put a fine tune on that pussy +I'm the clean up man +If you don't wanna listen to her +I'll give her a few minutes to tell me what's on her mind +Boosie Blues CafeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Where I’m From[Intro] +Where I'm from +Boosie Blues Cafe +That cafe, nigga +Where I'm from + +[Chorus] +'Bout a million miles from Cali (Million miles from Cali) +That's where I'm from (That's where I'm from) +Not too far from Granny (I ain't too far from Granny) +That's where I'm from (Yeah, that's where I'm from) +Baton Rouge, Louisiana (I'm out that mud, nigga) +I'm from the slums (Yeah, I'm from the slums) +No mercy, baby (No mercy, baby) +That's where I'm from (That's where I'm from) +These niggas crazy (Hey), get your gun +Where I'm from'll make you say, mm-hmm-hmm +Spinnin' every day, every day, mm-hmm-hmm (Yah) + +[Verse] +No mercy, baby (No mercy, baby) +Where I'm from (Straight up) +They hit cops where I'm from (Fuck 12, fuck 12) +Another black man dead (Fuck 12, fuck 12) +Shot him down with a gun (Fuck 12, fuck 12, damn) +Right in front his son (Fuck 12, fuck 12, can't you see?) +No mercy, baby (It's no mercy, baby) +Where I'm from (Where I'm from) +Can't even trust your lady (Don't trust your lady) +If she love money (Talk to 'em) +These people racist, it's all on they faces (Where I'm from) +They want us in cages (Want us in cages) +Or dead on the pavement (Huh) +[Chorus] +'Bout a million miles from Cali (Million miles from Cali) +That's where I'm from (That's where I'm from) +Not too far from Granny (I ain't too far from Granny) +That's where I'm from (Yeah, that's where I'm from) +Baton Rouge, Louisiana (I'm out that mud, nigga) +I'm from the slums (Yeah, I'm from the slums) +No mercy, baby (No mercy, baby) +That's where I'm from (That's where I'm from) +These niggas crazy (Hey), get your gun +Where I'm from'll make you say, mm-hmm-hmm +Spinnin' every day, every day, mm-hmm-hmmEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let’s Talk About It[Chorus] +Aw shit, let's talk about it +All we see is raindrops (All we see is crazy, woo) +Let's talk about it (Let me tell you what's goin' on) +Talk to 'em Boosie, let's go + +[Verse 1] +They shootin' at the bus stop (Talk to 'em) +Fillin' up the graveyard (Oh, talk to 'em) +Lyin' at the church house (Oh, I'm 'bout to hurt they feelings now) +Takin' all our money from us (I'm 'bout to tell it like it is) +These lil' girls think they women now (Shit your lil' high ass down) +'Cause they got some ass and titties now (They got some ass and titties now) +If you make it, they gon' talk 'bout you (You make it, they gon' talk 'bout you) +Kanye West, what's wrong with you? (Seem like everybody trippin', man, straight up) + +[Chorus] +Let's talk about it (What's goin' on?) +All we see is raindrops (All we see is raindrops) +Let's talk about it (It's crazy) +All we see is raindrops (It's a crazy world out there, tellin' y'all what's goin on) + +[Verse 2] +They shootin' up the whole school (They shootin' up the whole damn school) +Safer to be homeschooled (I'm tellin' the truth now, I'm finna talk to 'em) +Taxes, man, they sky high, sky high +But we get bag of dog food, what's goin' on? +The feds got Mr. Dogfood (Free Ralo) +Bill Cosby, he on all news (Not the Jello Man) +Education low at all schools (Education low at all schools) +Plus they just sprayed me in the mall, fool (They just sprayed me in the mall, racist shit) +[Chorus] +Let's talk about it (It's 1968 all over again) +All we see is raindrops (All we see is crazy stuff every day) +Let's talk about it (Every day somethin' on the news crazy) +All we see is raindrops (Man, they gotta knew that's gon' happen) +What's goin' on? DamnEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Miss MeJeezy(this for my nigga dat do a lil time im gettin out i gotchu nigga(tell me when you miss me)ain't no missin me yea yea...when you miss me.... +Chorus +Talk bad bout a real nigga while he right here real nigga gon wanna cry n poor beers choose on but im hard till dey get me but when a real nigga gone will dey miss me tell me when you miss me i said when big dog gone nigga tell me when you miss me tell me when you miss me i said when big done gone nigga tell me when you miss me +Lil boosie-i gotta year n im here drinkin beer n my nigga slangin steel replacin all chill talk bad bouta real nigga but u can see me n da street when big dog gone yall gon miss me like meech do my time like a g six babies gon miss me but can't no nigga eva take my position cuz yall gone talk bouta boss while a nigga right chea but chall gon miss me like tiny miss tiff won't trip naw nigga stay focused when i come home yall gon scatta like roaches baby momma drama right now dey tryna diss me but when i get locked watch how deez hoes miss me tellem jeezy +Chorus-jeezyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So softIf You Got Some Work Dats Soft Then I Can Make The Shit Hard... +[Boosie:] +I Started Off With Mustard Greens Gangsta Lean Good White For A Good Price My Whip Game Is Insane So Lil Boosie Live Dat Good Life Uncle Showed Me How To Rock It Up And Talk In Code Like I Need A Mike Vick Or A Baton Rouge Area Code Whoa Them Nine Pieces Dem Tony Parkers Them Whole Thangs They Bob Barkers My Area Code Is Two Two Five That Stand For A Two And A Quarter Listen Up Im A Rider Here I Whip That Thang Ivy Smith And Its Jumping Back To Twenty Nine Fish Scales They Hard To Find Soft Mixed Wit Dem Green Beans Thats For Them Real True Dope Fiends That Lace It Up Like No Legs I Ain't Hatin Nigga Gone Head My Ecstacy Be Triple Stack Ain't No Question You Feelin Like Jeezy Say If Its Still In The Rap Then Partna You Can Bring When Crack Hit The U.S. It Made A Epidemic Everybody Wanna Rock It Up Have You Ever Seen They Eyes Boy They Eyes Buck And They Fiending Wit It High Gone In Five Minutes But Bad Azz Supply Em Wit I Got It I Got ItEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I like datNow I promise you 2 c** home at nite Yea rite +I promise you 2 always treat you rite yea rite +I promise 2 be down 4 you n never cheat but when I'm wit a dime piece +I can see dem tears flying down yo cheek +Y you thug me like dat cuz I'm thug'd +I startin pullin away 4rm girls when we start falling in love +Was go take you on a cruise but I change my mind +I always promise you the movies but I have no time +I'm wit my niggas half the day n she ain't feeling dat +Y she at home cooking n cleaning I'm getting stacks +She love a nigga but I be damn if she trust a nigga +But the s** still a 10 when we fucking nigga. N she like: +Y you thug me like dat? I swear 2 god I don't mean 2 +Sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [Repeat 4X] + +Now I promise not leave ya pussy wet yea rite +I promise you 2 show you sum respect yea rite +I guess I live the life of a super star driving all dez fancy cars +N real talk man I can have any broad. Plus I hate 2 see you crying, I hate 2 tell you lies, that's y deep inside she be like y you thug me like dat. It's just in me, been doing girls wrong since I stepped off in Mckinley. Hate 2 put my hands on ya cuz I feel bad. I wear a rubber when I'm fucking but you don't feel dat. They got a lot of women wrong, got a lot of women strong. But when you got a super star you gotta hold on. Super star go try 2 fuck all dez hoes yea rite, but when they zip down them bauds everything alright. My nigga bleek he like: go home 2 yo ol' lady, she catch yo ass slipping she go bust dat 380 +Y you thug me like dat? +I swear 2 god I don't mean 2, sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [Repeat 4X] + +Look this how I play it +If I ever fuck with ya +Ima fuck another girl see if you go fuck another nigga +Y you thugging like dat +Cuz I'm boosie badass +If she don't suck it I act mad +I can't do nothing but laugh +I made the girls cook 4 me n don't even c** by +Hope this dirty shit don't c** back on Tarlasia n Ivy +I make the girls pussy wet when I look in they eyes +So boosie never surprised when he get in them thighs +I got my heart broke at 14, that was way way back +So all the girls after that, it was straight pay back +I like 2 lay back n take trips n dress you up +But when you start mouthing off you messing up +So shut it up. Would you forgive a real nigga answer that? +Would you still be with him answer that +If he had another baby put you in a situation +Would you forgive him or leave him n hate him +Y you thug me like dat? I swear 2 god I don't mean 2 +Sometimes I feel like I don't need you. [Repeat 4X]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Keep It Gangsta (Lil Boosieanna)[Hook] +Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks +I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top +Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta +I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta +Life stories, real shit, real facts +Real niggas, real bitches, feel that +Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta +I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta + +[Verse] +I spit this shit from the bottom of my stomach +So try some I knock the bottom out ya stomach +It ain't nothing, momma like, "Ooh my baby boy thugging" +In love with guns and he can't stop clubbing, never could tell him nothing +Fuck with real G's with big nuts who flip keys on highways +Player-made niggas, man, who flip hoes off MySpace +Luxury in driveways, let your roof back, nigga +That half of pill ain't doing the job, then throw your two back, nigga +My time to shine, niggas playing, but I'm bout my business +Last to drop, but off the top, the whole world know I'm the sickest +Red Monkey's to Dickies, nigga got every color +From [?] to 28, niggas got many hustles +My brothers, they Trill Fam, love me because I'm loyal +Dude keep his shit strapped, because my watch will get me kidnapped +From my block to yo trap, iggas heads get bust +Feds get dust, my trill niggas out here ready to bust +It's gangsta +[Hook] +Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks +I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top +Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta +I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta +Life stories, real shit, real facts +Real niggas, real bitches, feel that +Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta +I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangstaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Aint Comin Home Tonight[Verse 1:] +I got a call from a friend who I used to love +She told me meet me at da bar at my favorite club +Sat ha on got my drink and my favorite rhyme +Den I felt a cold rush comin from behind +She grabbed my waist and whisperd in my ear +Thug I miss you +We need to talk cuz me and my man, we got sum issues +We started remininesin bad times and da gud times +Like my first line +You cute, will u be mine? +Smellin jus lik how I rememba +She was lookin fine +And I ain't comin home tonite +Dats wuts on my mind +Tell my girl I got studio time +Go snatch umbrella cuz my car draw to much tention +We hit da room +We got to drankin and shyt +And on top I was gon angle my dicc +We hit da embassy suites +Man she turned 2 a beast +She introducd me to her tongue ring and put me to sleep + +[Chorus:] +I ain't comin home tonite +I no it ain't rite +I no it ain't rite +Bt I ain't comin home tonite +I no it ain't rite +I no it ain't rite +Bt I ain't comin home tonite +I no it ain't rite +I no it ain't rite +Bt I ain't comin home tonite +Cuz tonight I'm on flight +Tonight I'm on flight +[Verse 2:] +Jus had a concert +I'm tired and my lungs hurt +Wen she walk n vip wit a high skirt +She had a ass lik buffy +She turnd me on +I even went startd blushin wen I saw ha thong +She grabbd my cheeks and sed ohh u so cute +She had a gurl dat wantd webbie +She was sold 2 +I askd can we cum n see em b4 we tak it in +I hit dey spot +I hit da tub +She start laughn den +Don look lik I'm comin home tonite +Cuz da conversation rite and da vibe is tight +Man she came 2 da bed +Wit a tshirt and ha draws on +As soon as she lay onside boosie +I got a hard on +I put my hand up on ha thighs +Den I rub dat coochie +I hurd her say up unda ha breath " oh boosie" +Dat pussy soakin wet +And we all on da floo +I hit ha from da bacc +And it's a fact dat I ain't comin home +[Chorus:] +I ain't comin home tonite +I no it ain't rite +I no it ain't rite +Bt I ain't comin home tonite +I no it ain't rite +I no it ain't rite +Bt I ain't comin home tonite +I no it ain't rite +I no it ain't rite +Bt I ain't comin home tonite +Cuz tonite I'm on flight +Tonite I'm on flight + +[Verse 3:] +Me n my gurl jus had a fite +I gotta get away +Look lik I ain't comin home 4 a couple days +I hit da plane +Chill +Put on my shades +On da plane can't shhh +Now I'm n a daze +A high kosher +U remember dem lil boosie days +I broke ya virgin at 15 +Now u feel playd +By da way +Y dem bruises on yo fukkn face? +She sed my man still bringin up dat boosie case +Wuts yo destination? +Florida +Dats wur I'm goin 2 +I'm at da same hotel u at +Room 102 +And u can come to my room +Bt she sed no +She sed no u can come 2 mynes +I got a surprise +I walkd up into da room +And smelld was da best +She had on a lil red dress +[Chorus] +[Instrumental]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Choppers n’ Gunz (Album Version)[Intro] +Choppers and guns +[?] for fun +Choppers and guns +[?] +Crazy shit ya +You already know this shit man + +[Verse 1] +Nigga snatched from your house +Clutch you on the couch +Nigga you don't know my people +Went to war with like 14 people +Drink Codeine like it's legal +Manny Fresh in the cut all turned up +Used to tell my homeboy slow down +Laughed at me clutchin' on the four pound +Nigga bumped his head 'fore I came home +Me and Five Gang in the Regal +Goin' to get back at the busters +I told Fat fall back with the jack heads +'Fore I came home, nigga dusted +Now they do it on them buses +Come and get you like buster +All my side women know +Do I still roll with Buster? +I don't lay down, play around with no nigga +Track life boss made, I'm a go getter +Still real, still solid, no ho nigga +You ain't just heard what happened to them ho niggas? +Everybody gettin' shot, niggas gettin' stopped +Mommas really outchea losin' they sons +Might as well keep it real with them young niggas +Might as well tell 'em get guns +[Hook] +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Hope you got choppers and guns + +[Verse 2] +Niggas gettin' smoked at the Exxon +'Fore I leave the house, grab the teflon +I look at my nigga, you outta here +Don't make me say where you was (?) here +Nigga lookin' for you, they don't ride round +Fuck a four boy, I got a five pound +Chief Keef with the sweep, shit get deeper +Track like Chi-Town +Nine shots, ten shots, we can get down +You can stand up bitch but you gon' sit down +You can man up bitch and you get miss 'round +But we and-1 niggas and commit fouls +Niggas out the road cause these niggas rat +Shoulda got him when you seen his name up in black +Yeah I'm real, gun one down for a (?) +Juice wasn't even no act +[Hook] +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Hope you got choppers and guns + +[Verse 3] +My nigga lil Turn in the papers +Heard he own a body in the cape +He looked at me like I'm a G though +This was when he was in three door +To-Lu, he come for his kilos +But he got a bag of them squirters +A bag of money and a big ass heart +It's about to be capital murder +They swing and they whack you on purpose +They walk by your house like they turtles +You see 'em, you run, you jump hurdles +You left it at home now you murdered +How the fuck I'm supposed to tell lil daddy chill out when the nigga 'round tryna kill him +They killed his lil cousin and Slim +These boys play above the rim +[Hook] +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and guns +Choppers and guns, choppers and guns +Hope you got choppers and gunsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boosie 2-intro- +Yuh yuh +Shut up +(shut the fuck up) +(hello?) +What up +(what up bae) +Man sometimes.. +I just can't make my mind up +I love you though +(u know i love you rite?) +Im trapped;im caught up +Caught up,in the middle +(yea in the middle) +Of a 2 way love affiar +Imm trapped;caught up +Caught up +In the middle +(yea)in the middle +Of a 2 way love affair +-verse 1- +I know i fucked up +I hurt you so many times +I know u tierd of cryin +(but,but,but,but) +I apologize +Can you come n take a ride in my 45 +Real talk im missing you +Kissing you and hugging you tight +And makin love on sight +(we fuck wherever) +We together is the best i ever done +But when the love gets to deep +I run +But i love you though +Cuz you on my mind everytime i fuck another hoe +Thats how i really know +Late night countin paper with me +(i remember) +Bubble bath,u use to cater to me +Dont wanna lose you to the streets +Thats why everytime we beef +I call ya like "lets meet" +(fa real) +Shit dun got too deep +You dont want to be my friend +I gotta old lady n she been here +-bridge- +Whats up man(whats up) +Why you trippin man!? +Im made my mind up +What you talkn about? +What?! +(what?!) +Fuck! +-chorus- +Trapped +Im caught up; caught up +In the middle +(yea)the middle +Of a 2 way love affair +(repeat) +-verse 2- +Say girl you know whats happenin +You know what i do +The way she say she love boo +She can't be number 2 +So we beefin; she cheatin +And i dun lost love +Plus my real thang +Man i almost lost her +Wan be wit you somtimes +Wanna be wit her somtimes +If i could have you both +That'll really blow my mind +Sometimes i want to let you both go +But they get me in the bed +N they take me on that rodeo +Why u can't let her go? +Cuz i love her +And she been down wit me from the shine +To the struggle +(u dont understand) +You a bad muhfucka +You say you love me +What got me feenin for you; +What got you feenin for me? +-chorus- +Trapped +Im caught up; caught up +In the middle(yea) +The middle +Of a 2 way love affair +(repeat) +-outro- +This is a old hit +(a classic) +I just brought that bitch back(like a motherfuckin flat top)boosie bad azz stop +(you know) +I know they gotta motherfucka trapped out there tonight +Can't make your mind up +That outside pussy a fool! +Trapped +Caught up! +Boosie bad azz +Turn me upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Ride Home Freestyle (DJ Reddy Rell Remix)[Intro: Lil Boosie] +Man, it’s time to take off these jail clothes +Go get my Boosie fade + +[Intro: DJ Reddy Rell] +Haha, DJ Reddy Rell the Crossover King! +Go Grizz on the track! +Millz! +Hip-Hop TXL Volume Thirty-Six + +[Verse: Lil Boosie] +Man, it’s time to take off these jail clothes +Go get my Boosie fade +Hit through Pleasure Seeker’s +See what’s happenin’ with that new Escalade +Got my weight up with my hate +I’m a hot girl’s dream +Back to doing what I was doing with my money machine +Ching-ching +Label me Scarface, Al Capone and Larry Hoover +You and I know it was damn wrong how they judged Boosie +Lights, camera, action, first time acting and they loved the movie +Finna get my own clothes, I get enough of COOGI +Still with shooters, still be bootin’, but I got my mind right +Now I’m way richer, so what that mean? +I’m way bigger +Shackled down from my feet to my hands +Missing my kids, man a feeling only I can explain +So many people held their nuts, thought I wasn’t gonna come home, huh? +Pay me like I’ll wait, county baby boy home nowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Long Journey[Intro] +I'ma do this for the struggle +All the niggas tryna take us to court +All the niggas tryna slow us down +All the rumors +And they know it ain't true, but they still spread em +All that shit +But we thank God for everything he gave us, believe that + +[Verse 1: Boosie] +I send some kisses up to Heaven for my people who couldn't make it +Hold on, we all gotta go home +Remember that late night in the studio, me, you, and Q? +Remember that van that fit 12 but we put 22? +We recorded in the trailer, raps at night +Gotta make a hit before I set that trap at night +I wanna thank God for everything +Everything he then done for this lil gangsta mane +You ain't know? I'll never change with a million dollars +And we ain't gotta hang nigga but we still partners +Money coming like a freight train, we smoking good +Nigga will go home just to ride big through the hood +We living good +Pussy niggas tryna take us to court +Every time you look around a nigga spending some dough +But I wanna thank him for, the blessing he gave me +The 30 minutes on stage for them 10Gs baby +Damn +[Chorus] +Dear God I thank you for +Everything you gave to us +You kept them Devils away from us +Yea you finally made a way for us + +[Verse 2: Webbie] +I came from the dirt (?) +Some rough streets to be something, you had to be a G +Them niggas 12-13 going on 23 +Counting cheese out the box +Bandana tied, outside with a Glock and rocks +Nigga dropped straight outta school cause we ain't making a dime +Told me I need a education, told them bitches they lying +Told me no way I'll ever make it, to get a straight ass job +Hit the streets no application, I was already hired +Can't deny it, it still be times I wish I could've rewinded +Got with (?) or kicked knowledge, completed assignments +Put my gat by my side and made myself a lil promise +Work, rhyming, or robbing I'm coming out shining +I bucked my share of 9s, dumped my share of 9s +Fucked my share of bitches, fucked over a couple niggas +Say God, you my dawg and I pray you keep fucking with me +(?) I gotta watch over a couple niggas + +[Chorus] +Dear God I thank you for +Everything you gave to us +You kept them Devils away from us +Yea you finally made a way for us +[Verse 3: Boosie] +It was you, that made them niggas miss when they shot +It was you that made me leave right before they hit the block +It was you, that helped me feed my children when they need me +It was you that helped me out with this shit called diabetes +It was you, on stage when I was rocking my shows +You the rubber when I be fucking my hoes, you stay with me +I gotta thank him for my kids, they motivate me +And every hating ass nigga who ever sold you hate me +Keep on, we gon' forever have they head gone +Diamonds all over like I'm kin to Fred Flinstone +Kids see me in the street, they love Boosie +They say what's happening Badazz and throw up they deuces + +[Chorus] +Dear God I thank you for +Everything you gave to us +You kept them Devils away from us +Yea you finally made a way for usEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Meal Talk[Verse 1: Bun B] +Man I done sit back and think about all the moves I done made +The streets was colder than a bitch, that's how the game was played +You either bout it or you not, there ain't no middle ground +This how you was getting down in my little town +Knowing jealousy and niggas tryna lie on me +Smiling in my face, but wanting me to die, homie +Just know I see it from a hundred yards +Ducking frauds, and even though I wanna pull your card, thank the lord +That I can hear it when they hating on me +Catch them coming round the corner when they waiting on me +See Imma get to where I'm going, cause I'm pationt, homie +And when I get there, Imma have nothing but paper on me +So when you see me, [?] in my grill +Be who you really is, nigga keep it trill +Understand that it's levels to this thing +[?] and be about your paper, cause I'm always about mine + +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Meal talk, this that fuckin meal talk +Real talk, this that meal talk +Nigga this that cocky cocky cocky [?] talk +Nigga this that real talk +Nigga this that meal talk + +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +Made that money, now I see all these niggas hate on me +I'm from that gutter gutter gutter, bitch I deserve a b +Quarter million Bentley truck, I could've gave him 3 +Best believe, I still got niggas out here [?] +Tryna get, fuck a couple M's, a nigga need 50 +I deserve the [?] +Cause I seen the roaches [?] +I done seen the [?] in the building [?] +[?] but I'm staying strong with [?] +[?] ghetto boy [?] +[?] you deserve a bullit, [?] your bitch ass [?] +[?] back and forth [?] +I done ran up me some M's, middle finger to them niggas +[?] when they see me +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Meal talk, this that fuckin meal talk +Real talk, this that meal talk +Nigga this that cocky cocky cocky [?] talk +Nigga this that real talk +Nigga this that meal talkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gangsta Party[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Pocket full of money why I ball +I don't want beef, I'd rather pop a bottle +I just wanna dance with a pretty supermodel +Catch a flow, 2 step with my partners +Feeling like yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Money like yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah + +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +Bad bitches like Nicki Nicki Nicki +Bad bitches like Nicki Nicki Nicki +Bad bitches like Rihanna anna anna +Bad bitches like Rihanna, that's my baby mama +Yeah yeah +[?] yeah yeah +[?] +And her homegirl bad as a motherfucker +We all have fun, that's all I gotta say +[?] yeah yeah yeah in this motherfucker +We got all the bread in this motherfucker +[?] in this motherfucker +Know she told me yeah yeah yeah +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Pocket full of money why I ball +I don't want beef, I'd rather pop a bottle +I just wanna dance with a pretty supermodel +Catch a flow, 2 step with my partners +Feeling like yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Money like yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah + +[Verse 2: Dee Rogers] +Bad bitches [?] +[?] +Gutter bitch, she be [?] +[?] pop a bottle +[?] +[?] +I be on the Henny, drunk, almost passed out +Pretty women [?]with they ass out +[?] no cash out +[?] +My dick [?] last longer [?] +[?] bitch ass fat with some perfect titties +Pussy first night when we on the Remy +[Chorus: Boosie Badazz] +Pocket full of money why I ball +I don't want beef, I'd rather pop a bottle +I just wanna dance with a pretty supermodel +Catch a flow, 2 step with my partners +Feeling like yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Money like yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeah +Yeah yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Who’s Houze[Verse 1:] +Strolling through my hood +On my way to Atlantic +Thirty days from the grammys +Twenty five blocks from a grand understand +And I can feel it in the air but a nigga won’t panic +That’s when I got stop by the Head Park Cops +You sign with Boo now is you we rock +When the time comes we gonna take that shot +Put your hands on your head when the mixtape drop +We sended by, couple tapes for the crew +Where’s the dough, from the states we grew +Not the first pick try to touch my crew +Either do what you do +Or let the nigga slide through +At the top I got my interviews +Off the clock, I feel bad for you dude +40 K years and your kids need food +And a nigga like me got a neck full of jewels +So off the street I walk +I think about God and I believe he talks +I don’t wanna show off with the things I bought +It’s the dreams that cost, what you mean your boss +Looked up like yay, I made it to Time Square +The waves rock me here +Got the air with (unable to hear clearly the words in this line) +[Chorus] [x2] +I learn the game at whose house +Whose house +Bitch I’m decked out in jewels house +New songs +Nigga my whole crews out +And you can move now + +[Verse 2:] +Gotta see if the fraternity match +Boss nigga and my salary cap +But leave a drop, a leave the chatter a rat +As a matter of fact +Let’s not talk about the shit, I think it’s better we act +If I shoot 4, 5 niggas better react +Ain’t nobody telling shit +We took a veteran pack +Very scary when I carried the axe +Ain’t a nigga attacks +How the shit going, fucking with that +I speak cool, but i’m heavily strapped +I get high off the deadliest raps +You gotta move when the felony strap +Street shit, but intelligent rap +I’m ahead of the curve, I’ll be ducking the swerve +Let no man take nothing that’s yours +Murder charge another subject or verbs +You gotta do it if you’re out of the words +And I’m out of the words +None of mine for a dozen of your’s +You running blind, then you loving the serve +Won’t grind but you swear you deserve +You eating swine with the men that we serve +I killed the game like boo nigga +I got the fame of a new nigga +I set self for the mascot and tell +Digital cd’s on shelves +Dropping my LP at twelve +Giving them hell +Like Gucci and Savage and Shell, well (laughters) +Bad ass music +Where stars are made +Beware, beware +A star is made +More music more money +More money, more motivation +Like I told you +Only you can stop yourself from being break +And even though it’s a difference +We want finally rich +Bitches will last forever, cause this lifestyle we first proud +And music is everything +Like all them coke use to have on the street, It’s everything +I learnt the game at whose houseEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Clutchin[Intro] +[?] on the track + +[Verse 1: Dee Rogers] +I brought the .40 in this bitch so don't even look at me +A bitch ain't never took from me +And your big dog a bitch to me +Made one call, we clear the scene +I left the booth and sold a P +I used to jack a soldiery +Don't mask up, bitch gon' know it's me +It's my trap, don't bring a ho round me (Fuck your ho round here) + +[Chorus: Dee Rogers] +Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch) +Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch) +Everybody round me clutchin' +Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin' +I'm fucked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt) + +[Verse 2: Dee Rogers] +Hold up, I up that fire on him +Told him I was gon' buy, but I lied to him (I lied) +He didn't see it comin', plus my partner right on side of him +I'm with my young hittas, thеy teenagers, it's like five of thеm +For Dee Rogers, they gon' die for him (They gon' slide for him) +Ho, ain't on no rap shit +I'm prayin' for my brother, he like to clap shit +Don't touch my dawg, you might get slapped bitch (Slap that ho) +On gang +I brought that ratchet with me +Still fuckin' with big O 'cause he was jackin' with me +Pistol-whip them, had to smack 'em with me +And we'll shoot this bitch up (On Blood) +And we'll shoot this bitch up (Ho) +And we'll shoot this bitch up, don't give a fuck +A nigga claimin' that he tough +I brought that pump, it fill him up (Fill that bitch up) +[Chorus: Dee Rogers] +Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch) +Everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch) +Everybody round me clutchin' +Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin' +I'm fucked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt, bitch) +E-everybody round me clutchin' (Bitch) +Everybody round me clutchin' +Everybody round me clutchin' +Convicted felons, everybody round me thuggin' +I'm fucked up, [?] in my cup (Bllt) + +[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] +I got one, he got one, she got one (Bitch) +If they play, they go late, we gon' stomp one (Bitch) +My lil' dawg on parole but he still got his pole +He ain't puttin' that bitch down, that's how we live in the fold (Bitch) +Everybody 'round me bustin' head (Bitch) +Everybody 'round me never scared of bein' dead (Bitch) +Everybody 'round me ready to dirt dog a opp in his head +All of us got .30's, clutchin' bang, big pressure +Know I gotta keep two Glocks, I'm a main nigga +My dawg got two .50 Glocks, he a gravedigger +Bitch, you gon' get blues, and I know which one to use +Drag him from the ripper, 7.62's +Pussy bitch we clutchin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do Tha Ratchet[?], Oh yeah, Boosie Badazz and we all got some ratchet in us +Yeah, everybody got lil ratchet in them, for real +Lego, lego, look +This for my ratchet niggas and my ratchet hoes +Who come out they clothes 'cause lil Boosie gotta go +And I'm a ratchet nigga, but I'm the [?] +You gonna [?] 10 gs and put the taxes wid it +We gotta ratchet city, you got a project full of hoes, [?] saggy titties then you the sickest [?] +My nigga Mandigo, he got the antidote +They call them ratchet in that bottom 'cause he move that coke +Now where Big Poppa at? you know he ratchet too +You know he take them X pills and pop 'em two by two +She in the club [?] but she a classy chick +She on a [?] posted up, you know you ratchet bitch +She got [?], but she be making fetty +But I can't talk 'bout lil mama 'cause I got three already +And yeah I miss my daddy, he was a ratchet thug +Man he showed me the game about these ratchet [?] +This [?] +This for the ratchet niggas stunting in this [?] Lexus +The president, he ratchet, [?] +His ratchet ass ain't have to [?] +[?] +[?] + +[Chorus] +Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah +Now do tha ratchet, come on +Now do tha ratchet, yeah, do tha ratchet, look +He ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, and man we all got some ratchet in us +Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah +Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah +Now do tha ratchet, yeah, do tha ratchet, look +He ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, man we all got some ratchet in us +[Verse: Mr. Mandigo] +Mr. Mandigo, Ratchet King, Ratchet man (uh huh) +Got [?] city jumpin' and doin' the ratchet dance (yeah yeah) +I'm ratchet when I talk, I'm ratchet when I walk +I'm a ratchet ass nigga, that's my [?] +He ratchet boy [?] +[?] +I don't pills, but I get jiggy +I got that antidote, see the grove ratchet city +Big dog, big nuts, I'm a G [?] +Nigga mad I got cash, I'm fresh with mine +I'ma go hard ratchet and [?] making ratchet +My Lava House antsy got these hoes gettin' [?] +[?] ice, I live a ratchet life (come on) +I ain't gotta rap, I started this ratchet hype +My ratchet way got [?] grove +[?] + +[Chorus] +Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah +Now do tha ratchet, come on +Now do tha ratchet, yeah, do tha ratchet, look +He ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, and man we all got some ratchet in us +Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah +Now do tha ratchet, oh yeah +Now do tha ratchet, yeah, do tha ratchet, look +He ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, she ratchet, he ratchet, man we all got some ratchet in us +[Verse ???]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Freestyle 2015Wrist go along with a sick flow girls hitting switches on my thang like a 6'4 swisher sweet full of dro,no need to pull a hoe every hole in her body she turn into a????,fit so high most dudes steal it out a gucci storeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dont cut his dick off dawgI gotta say sum bout this shit bruh +Dwayne Wade you gon too fuckin far dawg +That is a male +A 12 year old +At twelve they don't even know- +They don’t even know- +What they next meal gon be +They don't Ee-they don't have shit figured out chyet +He might meet uh uh woman- anything at 16 and fall in love with her +But his dick be gone how he gon.. +Like bruh iss iss J- you goin too far dawg +Don’t cut his dick off bruh… +Like bruh.. +For real- +If he gon be gay let him be gay +But don't cut his dick off bruh… +Like don't AHkDress him as a women dawgg.. +He 12 years old +He don't +He's not Ss- +He's not up there yet +He he hasn't made his final decisions yet +Don't cut his fuckin dick off Dwayne Wade bruh +You fuckin tripping dawg… +You tripping dawg… +You tripping dawgEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dead Homies[Chorus] JD Daigotti +I count on dead people, think about dead homies + +[Verse] Boosie Badazz +I got dead homies that missin, fed homies in prisonEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I want it allWillie Larue Felder Jr., affectionately known as “EBN Roo” was born September 29, 2001 to Raven Parrot and Willie Felder in Columbus, Ohio. From a very early age, Willie had the brightest smile, a shining light, charismatic charm and all attributes of A STAR. He was a force to be reckoned withEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Beat That Pussy UpBeat that pussy up! +Beat that pussy up! (x221)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +XO TOUR Llif3[Intro] +Are you alright? +I'm alright, I'm quite alright +And my money's right +8… (Yeah) +Countin' them bands +All way to the top 'til they be fallin' over +(Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Countin' them bands +On my way to the top 'til we fallin' over + +[Chorus] +I don't really care if you cry +On the real, you shoulda never lied +Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes +She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die" +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge + +[Verse 1] +Phantom that's all red, inside all white +Like somethin' you ride a sled down, I just want that head +My Brittany got mad, I'm barely her man now +Everybody got the same swag now +Watch the way that I tear it down +Stackin' my bands all the way to the top +All the way 'til my bands fallin' over +Every time that you leave your spot +Your girlfriend call me like, "Come on over!" +I like the way that she treat me +Gon' leave you, won't leave me, I call it that Casanova +She say I'm insane, yeah +I might blow my brain out (Hey) +Xanny, help the pain, yeah +Please, Xanny, make it go away +I'm committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me +All the pain, now I can't feel it +I swear that it's slowin' me, yeah +[Chorus] +I don't really care if you cry +On the real, you shoulda never lied +Saw the way she looked me in my eyes +She said, "I am not afraid to die" (Yeah) +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge (Yeah) +All my friends are dead, yeah, ooh +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead, yeah +All my friends are dead, yeah + +[Verse 2] +That is not your swag, I swear you fake hard +Now these niggas wanna take my cadence +Rain on 'em, thunderstorm, rain on 'em (Ooh, yeah) +Medicine, lil' nigga, take some (Yeh, yeh) +Fast car, NASCAR, race on 'em +In the club, ain't got no ones, then we would beg them +Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes +You is not a G though +Lookin' at you stackin' all your money, it all green though +I was countin' that and these all twenties, that's a G-roll + +[Bridge] +She say, "You're the worst, you're the worst" +I cannot die because this my universe +[Chorus] +I don't really care if you cry +On the real, you shoulda never lied +Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes +She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die" +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge753EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Way Life Goes[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert] +That's true (That's true), that's right (That right, that right) +She's sipping Moët, and yeah, I swear it get her wetter +My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (Yeah, it's red) +No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar ('Bout my bread) +Just talked to your homie she said we should be together (Yeah) +Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (Woah) +If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her +But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her + +[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert] +Hello +I was listening to this song +It go like + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (Yeah) +You'll find another life to live (Yeah) +I swear that you'll get over it +I know you're sad and tired +You've got nothing left to give (Yeah) +You'll find another life to live (Yeah) +I know that you'll get over it (Yeah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Wish I never ever ever told you things +I was only only trying to show you things (Yeah) +Iced out heart on your neck trying to froze your ring +I had to get me a new bitch to hold the pain +We was in Hawaii looking at the rain (Damn, yeah) +She smiling happy but I'm laughing 'cause her new man a lame +(Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy) +Damn, that just goes to show me money don't attract a thing (Real shit) +Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (Yeah) +You'll find another life to live +I swear that you'll get over it +And I know you're sad and tired +You've got nothing left to give (Yeah) +You'll find another life to live (Ayy) +I know that you'll get over it + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +I tied up my Raf, you strapped up your Rick +Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist +Complement my style +She don't want me, I'm running wild +You know I respect her on that level +She don't want me then I'ma let her (Bye) +Go over there with that broke fella (Go over) +Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather, ooh (Yeah) +My new chick I swear that she better, ooh +Want me back, never (Ooh) + +[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert] +That's true (That's true), that's right (That right, that right) +She's sipping Moët, and yeah I swear it get her wetter (Woah) +My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (Yeah, it's red) +No, I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar ('Bout my bread) +Just talked to your homie she said we should be together (Yeah) +Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (Woah) +If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her +But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her +[Chorus: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert] +I know it hurts sometimes but (Woah), you'll get over it (But why?) +You'll find another life to live (You'll find) +I swear that you'll get over it (You'll get over it) +I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (No, no) +You'll find another life to live (You will) +I know that you'll get over it (Oh) + +[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] +That's true, that's right +She's sipping Moët, and yeah, I swear it get her wetter +My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder +No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar +Just talked to your homie she said we should be together +Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header +If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her +But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her166EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +New Patek[Intro] +Hmm +New Patek on my wrist +White diamonds, them shits hit pink +Alright, I'm ready + +[Chorus] +New Patek on my wrist (Yeah) +White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Yeah, yeah) +Got cold, had to go get a mink (Yeah) +New finger rings hit like a sink (Yeah, yeah) +You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?) +Hit the shower, you might stink, hello (Yeah) +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (Uh) +And she said "Lil Uzi so great (Uh, uh) +How you deal with all that hate?" (Uh-uh) +Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine +New Patek on my wrist +White diamonds, them shits hit pink +Got cold, had to go get a mink +New finger rings hit like a sink (Water) +You a bad bitch, then we can link +Hit the shower, you might stink +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (Uh-uh) +And she said "Lil Uzi so great" +[Refrain] +Okay, and your girlfriend like my drip (Drip) +Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch) +Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick) +Triple S got that extra grip (Grip) +So you know I cannot slip (Slip) + +[Verse 1] +That jeweler made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss (Grrah) +My shooter got a 30 on his hip (Bah) +Yeah, I need my fix +Was that a pair of boots from Rick? (Rick) +Had to tell that lil' girl don't trip (Woah) +Cool blood, but my money Crip +Got clap on lights, no flick +Can't take no pic, no flick (No cameras) +Fuck that bitch in my new whip (Skrrt) +Her ass so fat, can't fit +Her ass so fat, it's amazing (Amazing) +Her ass so fat, it's a miracle (Miracle) +Her last man money hysterical +She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio (Let's go) +Yeah, I'm the same nigga bustin' through your stereo +Yeah, my boys on the block selling O's, no Cheerios +I don't wake up in the mornin' for cereal +Flip the brick, make the whole shit do an aerial +Air the shit out and make the ho sing, Ariel (Yah) +Silencers so they really cannot hear me though +Killin' these beats, yeah, Lil Uzi a serial +Clean up the body, prepare for the burial +Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes +I got the swag that probably, um, will finish you +I am a octopus, I cannot breathe without water +So I put diamonds on my tentacles +How is you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us +You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos +Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya +Put money on my head just for your album, bruh +Tell me, lil' boy, if it's beef I can chop this shit up +Like it's prime and treat you like it's Optimus +My chain is white gold your shit look like copper, bruh +MCM, yeah, that shit made out of ostrich, bruh +But I don't wear it, give that to my hoes +Yeah, I swear that lil' nigga my clone +Yeah, I had to do this shit all by my own +Yeah, it's slime shit, lil' baby, put diamonds in my nose (Slatt) +[Chorus] +New Patek on my wrist (Yeah) +White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Yeah, yeah) +Got cold, had to go get a mink (Yeah) +New finger rings hit like a sink (Yeah, yeah) +You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?) +Hit the shower, you might stink, hello (Yeah, yeah) +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (Uh) +And she said "Lil Uzi so great (Uh, uh) +How you deal with all that hate?" (Uh-uh) +Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine + +[Refrain] +And your girlfriend like my drip (Drip) +Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch) +Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick) +Triple S got that extra grip (Grip) +So you know I cannot slip (Slip) +That jeweler made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist +New Rollie made me proud of my wrist +AP make me proud of my wrist +New Richard on my wrist +Got a milli' that's all in my bank (Milli') +[Chorus] +New Patek on my wrist +White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Let's go) +Got cold, had to go get a mink +New finger rings hit like a sink (Let's go) +You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?) +Hit the shower, you might stink +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate +And she said "Lil Uzi so great (Great) +How you deal with all that hate?" (Hate) +Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine (Uh) + +[Verse 2] +Throw up gang signs, Naruto (Uh) +Put metal in my nose like Pain (Uh) +Man, I never saw this bitch before (Uh) +How the fuck she know my name? (Yeah) +She said, "Lil Uzi, hello" +I looked at her, "Oh, hey" (Hello) +You ain't never seen pastry dough +Well lil' bitch, I got cake (Yeah) +Gettin' money, I'm the man +Gettin' money, had to count the advance +Saint Laurent on my shoes, these not Vans +Need a fan case a nigga get hot +'Member she ain't want me back, I was popped +On the block back before I had locks (Yeah) +Red dot for a chicken, he popped +MC told the bitch eat my cock +Motorcycle days, bitch, Yung Joc +That's what I call her, she all on my top +Rap star or do he sell rock? +He got files so he beatin' the trial +Couple racks and them niggas run wild +Super filthy, man, they livin' so foul +I got some real niggas that's locked up +Tryna shade the bar just for the foul +All these hackers, yeah, these niggas is foul +All my bitches want me to take a vow +Live off verbs, and I live off of nouns +He get money, then I had to say, "How?" +New rug, and it's made out of wolf +New rabbit, yeah, I use as a towel +Lil' bitch, yeah, I run through the city +Different spots in it just like a cow +Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a mansion, no house +Yeah, my closet, yeah, that shit got a house +Four years, I ain't even see a mouse +Please stop talkin', bitch, put dick in your mouth +We get money, what the fuck is a drought? +Make it rain 'cause I'm up in the clouds +Had to tell that lil' bitch, get from around +'Cause that little bitch be fuckin' with clowns + +[Verse 3] +Let's go, let's go, had to tell that lil' bitch, yeah, let's go (Let's go, let's go) +That lil' nigga stole my swag and he tried to steal my flow (My flow, my flow) +I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone (My phone, my phone) +I could try one more time, I can give this shit one more go (Let's go, ayy) +I put hundreds in my safe (Ayy) +I throw twenties in her face (Ayy) +I put the M in a J (Ayy) +I got a bae in the Bay (Ayy) +I fucked on that nigga little bitch +That's the reason he tryna say that I'm gay (Ayy) +Way more coochie than Kay Slay (Ayy) +I sell a mil' in a day (Ayy) +All of my bitches they grade A +I did not get in Canada +But when I'm in Toronto they treat me like Drake +This a light jet, this a flight day +Had that lil' bitch, that's on MySpace +I can feel this shit in my veins +Look at my neck, that's an ice tray +Come on tell me, what you sayin'? +(What you sayin'? What you sayin'? What you sayin'?) + +[Refrain] +And your girlfriend like my drip (Drip) +Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch) +Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick) +Triple S got that extra grip (Grip) +(Oh yeah) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist) +New Rollie made me proud of my wrist (Woo, woo) +AP make me proud of my wrist (Woo) +New Richard on my wrist (Woo) +Got a milli' that's all in my bank (Woo, woo) + +[Chorus] +New Patek on my wrist (Yeah) +White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Yeah, yeah) +Got cold, had to go get a mink (Yeah) +New finger rings hit like a sink (Yeah, yeah) +You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?) +Hit the shower, you might stink (Yeah, yeah) +Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (Uh) +And she said "Lil Uzi so great (Uh, uh) +How you deal with all that hate?" (Uh-uh) +Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine + +[Verse 4] +Throw up gang signs, Naruto (Yeah) +Put metal in my nose like Pain (Uh) +Man, I never saw this bitch before (Uh) +How the fuck she know my name? +She said, "Lil Uzi, hello" (Uh) +I looked at her, "Oh, hey" +You ain't never seen pastry dough (Yeah) +Tell lil' bitch, I got cake (Ayy) +Gettin' money, I'm the man +Gettin' money, had to count the advance +Saint Laurent all on my shoes, these not Vans +Need a fan in case a nigga get hot +'Member she ain't want me back, I was popped +On the block back before I had locks +Red dot for a chicken, he popped +MC, told the bitch eat my cock + +[Outro] +Yeah, yeah, that's it161EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Was Right[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, Future & Young Thug] +Hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Bless you) +(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) +Cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Wrecked you) +(Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga) + +[Chorus] +Yeah, alright, alright, alright +You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right) +Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No) +Yeah, I should've just boned (What?) +Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah) +Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy) +Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy) +Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah (What?) + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, looked at my mama just like, we rich (Yeah) +Looked at my bitch like, we rich +Said, we ain't got no minor setbacks (No) +Countin' all that money, told that nigga just to bet that +I, I know that you ain't got it, boy, why you ain't just say that? (Yeah) +They see I got that money, now his bitch like, "I said that" (Yeah) +I don't pay that ho no mind, I've been had that +When I, when I saw my girl, yeah, you know I had to bag that (Yeah) +And before me, four niggas, yeah, they had that +Five niggas includin' me, I had to back back +Try to diss me, I'll take it to your family (Yeah) +I'll fuck your sister, then make sure that she vanish, yeah +[Chorus] +Yeah, alright, alright, alright +You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right) +Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No) +Yeah, I should've just boned (What?) +Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah) +Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy) +Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy) +Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah (What?) +Yeah, alright, alright, alright +You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right) +Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No) +Yeah, I should've just boned (What?) +Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah) +Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy) +Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy) +Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah (What?) + +[Verse 2] +Even though we in the same room (Shh) +You just locked the door, so I gotta text you (Yeah, yeah) +Like, bae, unlock the door, I gotta use the restroom +Like, I don't want a war, I wanna caress you, yeah (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Yeah, alright, alright, alright +You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right) +Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No) +Yeah, I should've just boned (What?) +Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah) +Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy) +Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy) +Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah76EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money Longer[Chorus] +Yeah, it do not matter +Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy +Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder +Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder +Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster +Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy +Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder +Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder +Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster + +[Verse 1] +Money so old, dollars spoiled (Spoiled) +Yeah, my lil' bitch so spoiled (Spoiled) +Yeah, I rub her down in oil +Yeah, I got money, now you know it, yeah +Diamonds on my teeth +Yeah, your shit look like foil +Yeah, Chris Brown said these hoes ain't loyal, yeah +None of these hoes got no morals, yeah +All my niggas G-ed up +Yeah, my glasses be Dita +Never thought it would be days I could kick my feet up (Huh) +Never thought that she would need me that much if I leave her + +[Chorus] +It do not matter +Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy +Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder +Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder +Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster +Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy +Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder +Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder +Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster +Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy +Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder +Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder +Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster +[Verse 2] +All of this was faction +No time for actin', all this money lastin' +Like, go out to eat, get that blackened salmon +When I'm wit' my girl, we Pharrell and Vashtie +Wait, huh? That mean we are not lastin' +In that pussy, you know I like it rough, then I'm just blastin' +Yeah, tell that lil' bitch that I'm really from Mars +Uh, yeah, bitch, do not start +Yeah, pull up, my car automatic +Yeah, uh, done with the start, yeah + +[Chorus] +It do not matter +Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy +Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder +Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder +Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster +Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy +Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder +Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder +Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster122EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Myron[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt Ox] +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +(Supah Mario on the beat, nigga) +Let's go +Let's go, yeah (Pew) + +[Chorus] +Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me) +I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast) +Only blue, no, green don't excite me (Excite me) +I could make a ho out your wifey (Out your wifey) +Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Woah) +Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Let's go) +Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Bling, blaow) +Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Like me) + +[Verse 1] +'Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie (Yeah) +Your girl's a five, but your mom is a dime piece (Ayy) +And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie (Miss Connie) +I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie (Let's go) +These bitches, they think they dandy, but they be just lyin' (Bitches lie) +That lil' bitch, can't throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin' (Tryin') +When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin' (On God) +VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds (Woah) +I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin' (Woo) +Had that boy's bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin' (Yeah, yeah) +Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon (So wet, water) +I stand on my money, then my height, it turn to 9' 10" (Yeah) +Yeah, these niggas be bitin' (Fuck) +Grra-ta, I'm not really with the fightin' (Grra-ta) +Yeah, me and her was vibin' (Yeah, vibin') +Yeah, yeah (Yeah) +Your bitch call me Myron (Call me...) +[Chorus] +Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me) +I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast) +Only blue, no, green don't excite me (Excite me, green) +I could make a ho out your wifey (Out your wifey) +Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Woah) +Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Let's go) +Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockey, bling, blaow) +Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Like me) + +[Verse 2] +Ninety thousand, that's a light band, (Yeah) yeah (Ninety thousand, that's a light) +I can tell you, it's the real spill (I can tell you, it's the real) +Yeah, fucked your bitch just for a light bill (Yeah) +Yeah, banana clip, I won't slip on the peel +I can't slip, slip, slip, no, no, I can't miss +I got icebergs on my neck, I can sink a ship +Outer space swag, not regular, Titanic my whip +In the hood, I'm not regular, I just brung my stick, baby +Oh, you think I give a fuck because I'm rich, baby? (Huh?) +Come on, baby, let's have sex and have a rich baby +She said, "I thought you ain't do that," well, you dismissed, baby (Bye-bye) +Uh, young nigga, no, I ain't changed, Lil Uzi from the 6', baby (Yeah) +Uh, I don't think they like me (Nah) +But when I drop this song, I know they'll get excited (Yeah) +She was homie girl, but now that girl is my bitch (Mine) +I like them girls that do that scammin' and that swipin' +[Bridge] +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine) +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine) +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine) +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Let's go) + +[Refrain] +Got addicted to the road, got addicted to the stress +Got addicted to the foreigns, got addicted to the racks (Racks) +Man, these boys be doin' the most (Most) +And I swear that is a fact (Fact) +Man, this girl wanna give me brain +Yeah, we call that bit' migraine +Yeah, we call that bit' migraine +Yeah, we call that bit' migraine (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah, we call that bit' migraine (Ayy) +Yeah, we call that bit' migraine +Pack all my shit then I might migrate +Anywhere you goin', know some niggas gon' hit +I don't run from shit but the damn police +All blue hunnids to wash my face, yeah + +[Chorus] +Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me) +I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast) +Only blue, no, green don't excite me (Excite me) +I could make a ho out your wifey (Out your wifey) +Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Woah) +Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Let's go) +Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockey, bling, blaow) +Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me77EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +P2[Intro] +Ooh, I'm startin' over +Stackin' in it, it was the top, now are you alright? +I'm quite alright, damn, my money's right +Yeah, ayy, yeah, it's quite alright +I wake up in the morning, then I'm gettin' back to it (Back to it) +Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' back to it +You ain't show me no love, so I turned my back to you +Yeah, yeah, I can't give no racks to you (8…) +[Chorus] +I don't really care 'cause I'm done +On the real, our love is not fun +There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb +You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run (Yeah, Lil Uzi, yeah) +Woah, everything I said +Messin' with your head, messin' with your head +I said, everything I said, messin' with your head +Messin' with your head, woah, messin' with your head, woah + +[Verse 1] +I've been textin' her all night (Night), she know I was doin' wrong (Yeah) +She left me right on read now, I'm walkin' with my head down (I love you) +I gotta keep my head high +I got a whole 'nother check, not talkin' verified (Okay) +Rest in peace my dead guys +I am no hater, yeah, we in the same whip +The only difference is that you do not own it (Skrrt, skrrt) +I can just tell by the way that you drivin' it +I pull up in that car just like it's stolen +Yeah, I came a long way, came from the hallway +I can't stop, keep goin' +Yes, my life just feel like one long day, I just live in the moment +Woah, ooh, comin' out just when the sun down +My boys, they ruthless like coupes and they really run down +I got paper cuts from hundred dollar bills covered in bustdowns +Countin' with my thumb now, money make me numb now +[Chorus] +I don't really care 'cause I'm done +On the real, our love is not fun (Yeah) +There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb +You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run +Yeah, everything I said +Messin' with your head, messin' with your head +I said, everything I said messin' with your head +Messin' with your head, woah, messin' with your head, woah + +[Verse 2] +I just got richer overseas, yeah +Lookin' at my watch and it's a Richard and it's green, yeah +I'm still smokin' on that good, know I'm blowin' out that steam, yeah +You wouldn't even believe the numbers stuffed up in my jeans, yeah +Tell that girl to back-back, gotta stack racks (Ayy) +No, I can't go out sad, can't go out bad, yeah +I told that girl I'm not no duck, this ain't Aflac, yeah +I don't wanna get older, I'm still livin' in my last year +I hope my life just keep goin', don't worry 'bout that +Just tighten up and keep flowin', cowabunga +She gon' ride me like wakeboard (Yeah) +I'm lickin' on her body until she don't make noise, yeah (Noise) + +[Chorus] +I don't really care 'cause I'm done +On the real, our love is not fun +There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb +You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run +Yeah, yeah, everything I said +Messin' with your head, messin' with your head +I said, everything I said, messin' with your head +Messin' with your head, woah, messin' with your head, woah +[Outro] +Woah, I said, messin' with your head, woah +Messin' with your head +Yeah +Thank you +No, really, thank you +You're far too kind +You, and you, and you, an experience of a lifetime +I see all of it (Yeah) +Yeah, I really appreciate you150EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +20 Min[Pre-Chorus] +I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?" +I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?", yeah +She said, "I need a new whip, yeah +'Cause I know that you still ballin'" +She just wanna go back to the future, so I brought that girl a DeLorean +Twenty more minutes until I got' go, so I told that girl I'm gonna slaughter it + +[Chorus] +I met that girl right up at my show, left her man in the crowd on the floor +Out of town never saw her before, told her, "Baby, we don't got that long" +Listen, this not my city show, but, I treat it like my city show +Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on +Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on +Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on (Yeah) +I am not slow, these girls just want me, 'cause I got the dough +Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go +He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +I hit it fast (F-f-f-fast), yeah, I hit it slow (Slow) +But by the mornin', girl, I gotta go (Yeah) +Gotta get ready, tonight is my show +If you okay, you might open my show +Got the big pointers right under my nose +These niggas mad 'cause I got all the dough +These niggas mad 'cause I got all the dough (Yeah) +Changin' my style 'cause I got every flow +Got every girl, ain't no toppin' my hoes (Yeah) +I understand that is your girlfriend, bro +But, you know I gotta keep her close +Open your legs and I keep 'em closed +Livin' life on the edge, on a tightrope +I am so clean, I might start movin' soap (Yeah) +Drive a new 'Rari, I don't need a note (Skrrt) +Drive a Bugatti like it's a Volvo +I got your girl and you already know (Skrrt) +Don't really like her, we friends for the most +Cuban link tri-color, all on my choker (Skrrt) +Don't leave the crumb, got the bread, then you toast +If you start touchin' my gun, got no holst' +I put a coat on top of my coat +Only 20 minutes before the show (Show) +[Chorus] +I met that girl right up at my show, left her man in the crowd on the floor +Out of town, never saw her before, told her, "Baby, we don't got that long" +Listen, this not my city show, but, I treat it like my city show +20 more minutes until I'm on, 20 more minutes until I'm on +20 more minutes until I'm on (Yeah), 20 more minutes until I'm on +20 more minutes until I'm on, 20 more minutes until I'm on (Yeah) +I am not slow, these girls just want me, 'cause I got the dough +Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go (What?) +He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Damn, I just started it (Started), man, I just started it +Oh my God, please, do not bother me +Don't got enough just to order me (Yeah) +I'm on that tree like an ornament +Money so long like accordion (Woo) +You lied to me, wasn't sorry then +On the weekend, you was partyin' +It was just me, you was targetin' (Yeah) +It was just me, you was targetin' (Target) +Jump in the Porsche, I might target it (Skrr) +Jump in the Lamb', I ain't parkin' it (Skrr) +Ice is so cold, I snowboard in it (Blaow) +Go to my show, they applaud me in +She call my phone with emergency (Ayy) +She call my phone with that urgency (Ayy) +[Pre-Chorus] +I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?" (Ayy) +I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?", yeah +She said, "I need a new whip," yeah (Skrr) +"'Cause I know that you still ballin'" (Ball!) +She just wanna go back to the future, so, I brought that girl a DeLorean (Yah) +20 more minutes until I got' go, so, I told that girl that I'm gonna slaughter it (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +I met that girl right up at my show, left her man in the crowd on the floor +Out of town, never saw her before, told her, "Baby, we don't got that long" +Listen, this not my city show, but, I treat it like my city show +Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on +Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on +Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on (Yeah) +I am not slow, these girls just want me, 'cause I got the dough +Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go (What?) +He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (Yeah), yah106EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ps & Qs[Intro] +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +My money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I ain't gon' lie +This song right here slick hatin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +So + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine (Mine) +Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt) +Ride with the 9 (Yeah) +I changed your life +Now you gon' ride (Yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +[Verse 1] +Yeah +She had a nigga that was on the music scene (What? Thought he was me?) +Had a nigga thought he was going straight to the league (Yeah, straight to the D) +Yeah, fuck with my baby, I swear that that nigga gon' bleed (Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du) +Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me (Yeah) +Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah (What?) +Stay on my Qs and my Ps (Yeah) +'Cause that could happen to me, yeah +Bring that girl to the big league, yeah +Diamonds, that's all on my teeth, yeah +Diamonds, that's all on my teeth, yeah (What?) +Put my girl in that new Chanel +And I got her a new weave (Yeah) +Said put my girl in that new Chanel +And I got her a new weave (Yeah) +Like, haha, oh, well, now your girl with me +Like, Austin was holding her up, yeah (Damn) +Um, boy, please +Like bye-bye, Austin, hello to Lil Uzi + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine (Mine) +Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt) +Ride with the 9 (Yeah) +I changed your life +Now you gon' ride (Yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +[Interlude] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bye-bye, yeah) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Verse 2] +(Yeah) +Watch out for my doors (Wait, watch out, woo, woo) +Lambo', that bitch roar (Skrrt, roar) +Tell my girl that the world could be yours (Yeah) +Yeah, number-one rule, don't listen to whores (Shh-shh, listen to me, baby) +Yeah, know you've never lived this life before (Woo, jeez) +Yeah, more money than your last man, of course (Duh, jeez) +Yeah, drivin' in that foreign (Skrrt) +Yeah, where you thought you was goin' in that Ford (Where?) +I took what's yours, yeah (Yeah) +I made her mine (What?) +I made her mine, yeah (Yeah) +I took what's yours (I took her) +I made her mine, yeah (Yeah) +I took what's yours (Yeah) +I made her mine, yeah +I took what's yours + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine +Yeah, I took what yours (My money, yeah, yeah) +So I made her mine (Mine) +Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt) +Ride with the 9 (Yeah) +I changed your life +Now you gon' ride (Yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What? My money, yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What? My money, yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +[Outro] +Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah +Stay on my Qs and my Ps +Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah +Stay on my Qs and my Ps109EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Way Life Goes (Remix)[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj] +That's true (Uzi), that's right (That's right, that's right) +She sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it get her wetter (Her wetter) +My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (They is redder) +No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar ('Bout my cheddar) +Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together (Be together) +Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (My header) +If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her (Gotta dead her) +But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her (Met her) (Hello...?) + +[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] +Now you beggin' this a doozy +But beggars cannot be choosy +Been the queen for eight summers +Just tell them to call me Suzy +This that Nicki, this that Uzi +This Hennessy got me woozy +Broke the Internet in 5411's and some Gucci +The blue ribbons eatin' sushi +It's that real good coochie +This that wet as Chattahoochee +Fuck all y'all like a hoochie +Givin' them bars since a teen +I ain't goin' back to juvie +I am Nicki Yamaguchi +'Cause I skate with the ice +I don't say, "What's the price?" +Lookin' like it's a heist +I been winnin' all my life +On a roll, it's a dice +Since that Itty Bitty Piggy +Rep my city like committees +If you fucked it up with Nicki +You feel pretty fuckin' shitty, uh +Anyway, I'm stoppin' bags like the TSA +Listen up you little bitches, it's a PSA +I'm still shadin' all these niggas, yeah the DITA way +You gotta pay me flat bread, yeah the pita way +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +(Woo, woo, woo, woo) +I know you're sad and tired (Yeah) +You've got nothin' left to give (Yeah) +You'll find another life to live (Yeah) +I know that you'll get over it (Yeah) + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +Wish I never ever ever told you things (Told you things) +I was only, only tryna show you things (Show you things) +Iced out heart on your neck tried to froze your ring (Froze your ring) +I had to get a me a new bitch to hold the pain (Hold the pain) +We was in Hawaii lookin' at the ring (Yeah) +(You'll get over it) +She smilin' happy, but I'm laughin' 'cause her man's a lame +(You'll get over it) +(Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy) +Damn, that just goes to show me money don't attract a thing (You'll get over it) +(Real shit) +Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans +(You'll get over it) +(Yeah) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Oh Wonder] +I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it (Yeah) +You'll find another life to live +I swear that you'll get over it +And I know you're sad and tired +You've got nothin' left to give (Yeah) +You'll find another life to live (Ay) +I know that you'll get over it +[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] +See I tied up my Raf, you strapped up your Rick (Woo) +Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist (Wrist) +Complement my style (Style) +She don't want me, I'm runnin' wild (Runnin' wild) +You know I respect her on that level (On that level) +She don't want me, then I'ma let her (I'ma let her) +Go over there with that broke fella (Broke fella) +Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather (That leather) +My new chick, I swear that she better (Want me back never) +Want me back, never (Ooh) + +[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert] +That's true, that's right (That's right, that's right) +She's sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it get her wetter (We-etter) +My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (Redder) +No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar (Cheddar) +Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together (Together) +Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (Header) +If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her (Dead her) +But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her (Met her) + +[Chorus: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert] +I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it (Woah, what what) +You'll find another life to live (You'll find) +I know that you'll get over it (You'll get over it) +I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it (No, no) +You'll find another life to live (You will) +I know that you'll get over it (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) +[Bridge: Nicki Minaj] +(You'll get over it) +(I know that you'll get over it) +I know it's over +Check out my cold shoulder (Nothin' left to give) +I know it's over +Cry on that hoe shoulder (You'll get over it) +Mm-mm-mm-mm +Mm-mm-mm-mm + +[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Oh Wonder] +We-e used to be-e +Kissin' in the tree-e +'Member it was just you and me-e +(You'll get over it) +Kissin' in the tree-e +'Member it was you was just you and me-e +K-i-s-s-i-n-g +K-i-s-s-i-n-g-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e +(You'll get over it) +Uh +(You'll get over it)53EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Futsal Shuffle 2020[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Tyler, The Creator] +Yo, sing this shit, are y'all fuckin' dumb? +Eternal Atake +Gotta shoot two at her (Yeah) +Gotta shoot two at her (Woah) +Blue cheddar (Yeah) + +[Pre-Chorus] +That girl, she got with my clone (One, two, three) +I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better (Woah) + +[Chorus] +Are you serious? +I swear my money get serious +Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin' it +She suck my dick 'til she get delirious (Wow) +Okay, jump on the jet, so I'm Clearin' it (Woo) +Okay, 'Port, but I'm not talking New' (Let's go) +Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette +If that boy try to make a false move, uh (Damn) + +[Verse 1] +I'm on some whole other shit +I got a whole 'nother rich, I'm on a new level +I was fucking on your bitch +She was ridin' on my dick, she ain't need two pedals +I swear these niggas, they bitches +I swear they all gonna snitch when my niggas go shoot at 'em +Niggas, they mad about this +Niggas, they mad about that, but it's only if you let 'em +She save my name in her phone +Only thing she save me under is probably that "U" letter (Hello?) +No, I don't got provolone +Only thing in my pocket is probably, um, some blue cheddar +She tried to leave me alone +Then she got right with my clone, man, I hope that she do better +I know it's blue cheese on me +But when I got fifties on me, I call that shit loose cheddar (Hah) +Jeremy Scotts all on my feet +I had a cougar with me, so I call that girl Coretta (Coretta) +I am the richest nigga in my city +I can make it rain like no matter what's the weather (Facts) +I know that girl, she got swag +But when it come to puttin' it together, she could do better +I sent that girl a DM +She ain't answer me, so you know that I gotta shoot two at her (Yeah) +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Nardwuar] +Gotta shoot two at her (Yeah) +Ayy, gotta shoot two at her (And you are Lil Uzi? Vert, let's go) +Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar (Woah) +That girl, she got with my clone (One, two, three, let's go) +I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better + +[Chorus] +Are you serious? +I swear my money get serious +Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin' it +She suck my dick 'til she get delirious +Okay, jump on the jet so I'm Clearin' it +Okay, 'Port, but I'm not talking New' (Woo) +Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette +If that boy try to make a false move (Lil Uzi) + +[Verse 2] +They try to cut me down when they say I'm too low, woah, uh (Turn me up) +I said, "Turn me up," I cannot hear my flow, woah, woah +I ain't never been no fool +Do what I want, I'ma bend your rules (Woah) +I'ma take the dub, I'ma win +I ain't ever been no type that lose, yeah +Born like this, I ain't did no study +Everything I got, man, I got it in a hurry +If I love you, better say that you love me +And if I trust you, better say that you trust me +Talk 'bout the bag, the mula, the guap +I'm at the bank, only time that I'm runnin' +I said I'm on the road, no, I cannot stop +I'm runnin' through obstacles, I'm in a hurry +Woah, stop that +Told a fuck nigga just drop that (Yeah) +If you shoot first, we gon' pop back +Margiela on me, lil' nigga, that's not that +What you got on? Prada sweatsuit made of nylon +See my righteous girl, yeah, she say, "Right on" +When I hit that girl right with the light on +When I hit that girl, oh +[Pre-Chorus] +Gotta shoot two at her +Ayy, gotta shoot two at her (Woah) +Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar (Woah) +That girl, she got with my clone (One, two, three, yeah, yeah) +I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better + +[Chorus] +Are you serious? +I swear my money get serious +Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin' it +She suck my dick 'til she get delirious (Woah) +Okay, jump on the jet so I'm Clearin' it +Okay, 'Port, but I'm not talking New' (Mhm) +Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette +If that boy try to make a false move (Woah) + +[Outro: Nardwuar & Lil Uzi Vert] +Lil Uzi Vert, doot-dooda-loot-doo, doot-doo +Thank you, Lil Uzi Vert leaves +You 'posed to be standin' still right now +Ready, set, go87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Erase Your Social[Intro] +Cannon (Cannon) + +[Pre-Chorus] +Know I walk with the racks on me +Bad bitch want back back +And you know she throw that ass on me +I don't want that girl 'cause she want me 'cause the cash on me +Yeah, you know she cappin', homie +Dreadlock, that cap on me + +[Chorus] +Back then, they napped on me +Now they all just act homie +Now I'm hot, they all on me +Pull out the Snapchats on me +I ain't got no Snapchat, homie +I think it's too personal +That's what I got Twitter for +Instagram, I'll bag your ho +Back then, they napped on me (What?) +Now they all just act homie (Chee) +Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?) +Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy) +I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No) +I think it's too personal (What?) +That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah) +Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah) +Back then, they napped on me (What?) +Now they all just act homie (Chee) +Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?) +Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy) +I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No) +I think it's too personal (What?) +That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah) +Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah) +[Verse 1] +Like, flex on you haters (Huh), hi haters (Yeah) +This is my world so it's all in my favor (Yeah) +I like all girls, yeah, all type of flavors +But that don't matter 'cause I just got my baby (Sike) +Pull up right there in Mercedes (Skrrt) +Water, water like the Navy (Uh) +Fuck that girl 'til the sun down +Number one like I'm McGrady (That way) +Boy you said that you made me (Yeah) +Go ahead, make another one +Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none (Yeah) +I'ma love her 'til the love is done (Huh) +Took your girl, she ain't try to run +Hit from the back so her legs get numb (Yeah) +Hit from the back so long (Chee) +That my own legs startin' to get numb +Suckin' me up, give me brain, now she dumb +Tell her it's repercussions (What?) +Play her just like a drum +Make in a night what you make in a month (Huh) + +[Chorus] +Back then, they napped on me (What?) +Now they all just act homie (Chee) +Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?) +Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy) +I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No) +I think it's too personal (What?) +That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah) +Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah) +Back then, they napped on me (What?) +Now they all just act homie (Chee) +Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?) +Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy) +I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No) +I think it's too personal (What?) +That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah) +Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +Boy you said that you made me (Huh) +Go ahead make another one (Yeah) +Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none +I'ma love her 'til the love is done (Yeah) +Took your girl, she ain't try to run +Hit from the back so her legs get numb +Hit from the back so long +That my own legs startin' to get numb (Skrrt) + +[Pre-Chorus] +Know I walk with the racks on me (Yeah) +Bad bitch want back back (Yeah) +And you know she throw that ass on me (Yeah) +I don't want that girl 'cause she want me 'cause the cash on me (Huh?) +Yeah, you know she cappin' homie (What?) +Dreadlock, that cap on me (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Back then they napped on me (What?) +Now they all just act homie (Chee) +Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?) +Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy) +I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No) +I think it's too personal (What?) +That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah) +Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah) +Back then they napped on me (What?) +Now they all just act homie (Chee) +Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?) +Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy) +I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No) +I think it's too personal (What?) +That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah) +Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah) +Back then they napped on me (What?) +Now they all just act homie (Chee) +Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?) +Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy) +I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No) +I think it's too personal (What?) +That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah) +Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah) +[Outro] +I ain't gon' lie +The baddest girls do be on Snapchat +Finna make one, ha59EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bean (Kobe)[Intro: Chief Keef] +(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre) +In my triple cup, that's two times two +Man, this shit darker than a wonton soup, ayy +Yeah, my eyes red, but I'm no Damu +If you don't run it up, that's all on you + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +You know I'm ballin', usual like Kobe (24) +Ooh, worried 'bout a hater that don't know me +He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me +Pull up Bentley truck, extra poles, and we four deep (Bah) +Say my name three times like I'm Tony (Tony, Toni, Toné) +Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie +I ain't never believe nothing that you told me +These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turned me to my old me +Before I had these mils, I was oh-so lonely +Runnin' 'round in Philadelphia only with my 40 +I ain't never been a phony (No way) +You be gettin' bands? Hardly, yeah +I just fucked your bitch, sorry, oh (I'm sorry) +Man, I put that on my shawty, ooh +Fight me, we're not scared, sorry (I'm sorry) +No, I'm not here for no games, Atari (No way) +Diamonds, they hittin' like water, ooh, starbeam, yeah +Rockstar life be callin' (Callin', yeah) +Don't want that girl, she stallin', she stallin' (Oh, oh) +Big ol' foreign whip, ooh, I can't park it (Ooh, no way) +I'm from outer space, ooh, in a starship (Ooh) +Thick ol' foreign bitch, ooh, that's my target (Ooh) +Ten bands, what you say? Ooh (Ooh) +Ten bands for my Chanel carpet (Alright) +Rockstar life like watch this (Okay) +Young nigga slick like margarine (Huh?) +Lost your bitch in Starlet's (Jeez) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Chief Keef] +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +(Bang, bang) +AP, Muller, my Rollie (Woo) +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie (That's two times two) +AP, Muller, my Rollie + +[Verse 2: Chief Keef] +Just pulled up with me (Huh?) +Doin' one-sixty (Skrrt) +The bitch staring at me +Got real big titties (Sos', baby) +What's in my jeans? (Huh?) +Them real big fifties +Flight after flight (Beep) +Hittin' real big cities +From the sandbox, yeah, my brothers is with me (Mhm) +If they give me a bond, I'm comin' to get me (Let's get it) +And in the club (Let's get it) +We snuck the semi (Bang) +Cup, dawg, it ain't Rémy +I can feel the envy +In my triple cup, that's two times two +Man, this shit darker than a wonton soup, ayy +Yeah, my eyes red, but I'm no Damu +If you don't run it up, that's all on you +Disrespect the gang, and we stall on you, hey +Send them Trackhawk shots, don't get called on you (Bang, bang) +Bring my belt, better have that coat on you, ayy (Gang, gang) +Marry that guap, you know I do +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Chief Keef] +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +(Bang, bang) +AP, Muller, my Rollie (Woo) +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie +AP, Muller, my Rollie (That's two times two) +AP, Muller, my Rollie + +[Outro: Chief Keef] +Ah, ah +Ah, ah +Ah, ah +Ooh +Yoom87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sanguine Paradise[Intro] +We be throwin' money in a spiral +Every time your girl hear my song, yeah, turn her right into my ho +She shake her ass (I'm working on dying), do the eye roll +Got a skinny thong like a tightrope +I be blowin' up like some pyro +Coupe 150, call it Kyro + +[Verse 1] +If she left with me, she the right ho +Man, she ridin' me like a BMX +Man, she said the D is for Dyno +I got two horns like a rhino +It's no way you could buy ho +But I bought a mansion with a slide door +Yes, I opened up the slide door +So you can hear her hit the high note + +[Bridge] +I like the way you (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +Money keep comin' in, I can't lose +Money keep comin' in, I can't lose +Foreign girls and they 10s, I can't choose +Foreign car got V10, I can't cruise +[Chorus] +I got different color on my diamonds, I can't even see the time +I don't wanna see her face, I'ma go and get behind +Drop the top on the Wraith, I'ma make it lose its mind +I just made 100K, it was quicker than a Vine +I was swingin' from a vine, tryna pull me down but I climb +I'ma get it, keep tryin', there's no reason for the cryin' +We the ones that be slidin', they the ones that be dyin' +Know my boys, they be ridin' and my doors suicide + +[Verse 2] +Side note, you will never reach my goals (At all) +I be walkin' with a slime nose +And I'm also walkin' with my side ho +Only time I be walkin' when I'm on the moon, so I feel like Michael +I was talkin' to my little slime, that's a lil' lizard, call her Geico +In reality, I'm 5'4" +Stand on my money, now I'm 6'6" +Hit her once, now she dismissed +Can't fuck her sister, make her lick dick +Forty-orty make my hip thick +When I see an opp, make the clip hit +Aimin' at his top, boy you need a mop +Man, I'm goin' out with a vengeance +My pants, Raf Simons +My shoes, Rick-Rick +Your girl dipped my tartar sauce so she ate my dick like a fish stick +Hit it raw, yes, I am a dog, I don't do this shit for no image +All my diamonds, they be hittin' hard +Try to play me boy, that's a scrimmage +[Chorus] +I got different color on my diamonds, I can't even see the time +I don't wanna see her face, I'ma go and get behind +Drop the top on the Wraith, I'ma make it lose its mind +I just made 100K, it was quicker than a Vine +I was swingin' from a vine, tryna pull me down but I climb +I'ma get it, keep tryin', there's no reason for the cryin' +We the ones that be slidin', they the ones that be dyin' +Know my boys, they be riding and my doors suicide + +[Verse 3] +Live it up, you can just go any day now +Mykko Montana, this beat is from K Camp +Got frost on my diamonds, I'm gettin' the cake now +Now stay on your stomach, lil' bitch, when you lay down +Live it up, 'cause you can go any day now +Mykko Montana, this beat is from K Camp +Frost on my diamonds 'cause I got the cake now +When you on your stomach, lil' bitch, better lay down +I'm so up and I can't turn it down +They counted me out, my whole life turned around +Clean up my diamonds, you know I got rinse it +Know my boys comin', you know they mean business +That advance that you waitin' for, already spent it +When I’m on the beat man, you know I'm gon' kill it +[Refrain] +We be throwin' money in a spiral +Every time your girl hear my song, yeah, turn her right into my ho +She shake her ass, do the eye roll +Got a skinny thong like a tightrope +I be blowin' up like some pyro +Coupe 150, call it Kyro + +[Chorus] +I got different color on my diamonds, I can't even see the time +I don't wanna see her face, I'ma go and get behind +Drop the top on the Wraith, I'ma make it lose its mind +I just made 100K, it was quicker than a Vine +I was swingin' from a vine, tryna pull me down but I climb +I'ma get it, keep tryin', there's no reason for the cryin' +We the ones that be slidin', they the ones that be dyin' +Know my boys, they be riding and my doors suicide + +[Outro] +I like the way you (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy) +You do it (Ayy)80EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +7AM[Skit: Lil Uzi Vert & Brittany Byrd] +Now, I don't think this is the drugs talking, but I really think this shit gon' work +What you think? +Um, I don't know, it might +Man, I'm tired as fuck +But anyways, um, did you see that video on Instagram? +Man, what video? +It had me dying, but yeah +Don't think I didn't see your Chanel shoes +Man, what is you talkin' about? +Hey, hey I think it'll work +Did you fall asleep? Uzi +Of course it's gon' work +And what a lovely morning +Uzi, wake your ass up + +[Intro] +Ayy, I told that bitch I count my cake +Bitch, get out my face +.45 on my waist +Boy, get out my way +(DP on the beat) +Goyard on my waist (Waist) +Boy, you ain't got taste +Now I'm gettin' cake (Cake) +Now your bitch gon' let me +[Chorus] +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love (Lil Uzi) +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want (Yeah) +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck? +I got the money, now that's all that I want (All that I want) +She ate me for lunch (Yeah), feel like 2Pac, I'm a thug (Oh yeah) +Know some Crips and Bloods +Xannies, brought them drugs (Oh yeah) +Got a lot of people banking on me (Yeah) +Tell me why these niggas always hating on me (Oh yeah) +Coming home, they be waiting on me +Like, jump off my dick, all that faking homie (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch (Oh yeah) +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want (Oh yeah) +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts (Oh yeah) +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love (Oh yeah) +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch (Woo, Lil Uzi) +[Verse 2] +Like, fuck nigga, like, can you leave me 'lone? (Yeah) +Made a million by myself, yeah, that be my song (Yeah) +Like, yeah, I rock designer when I'm in my zone (Yeah) +Yeah, I fucked your mama, I'm on my VLONE (Ayy) +Said I'm higher than a drone (Drone), boy, you is my clone (Skrt) +Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones (Damn) +Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones (Jones) +281 330 8004 (Lil Uzi, who?) +Catch me lean spilling while I'm lane switching +Drop the top, cocaine ceiling (Uh) +Backwood, propane pilling +Say my name in it, now your chain missing (Who, Lil Uzi) +Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies +Now I'm higher, now they all salty +Tell them niggas get the fuck up off me +Now I'm higher, now they all salty + +[Chorus] +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch, ayy59EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sauce It Up[Intro] +(Sauce it up, ayy, sauce it up, ayy) +(Sauce it up, ayy, goin' numb) +I'm +(Where you from? Ayy, throw it up, ayy) +I'm one of the greatest to ever do it +(Goin' dumb, hey, goin' nuts, hey) +(Sauce it up, hey, sauce it up, hey) +Lil Uzi Vert +(Throw it up, hey, where you from? Hey) +(Throw it up, hey, where you from? Hey) +(Going dumb, hey, going nuts) + +[Chorus] +Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up) +Ooh, do too much (Do too much) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Where you from? (Where you from?) +Throw it up (Throw that shit up) +Goin' nuts (Yeah), goin' dumb +Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up) +Ooh, do too much (Do too much) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Where you from? (Where you from?) +Throw it up (Throw that shit up) +Goin' nuts (Yeah) +Goin' dumb (Slatt, slatt) +[Verse 1] +Everyday I'm ballin', so you know I'm scorin' (Ball) +I feel so important, my pockets enormous (Enormous) +These niggas keep hatin', this is their last warning +Met that girl last night, ooh, fucked her through the morning +I don't know no girl I'm sorry (Ayy), hangup, girl, don't call me (Call) +No, no, you will not have me caught up all up on Maury (Hello) +Cash shower (Cash shower), make it rain, no game, Atari +Ride me like a Harley (Ayy), only boy in the party +I was on the phone, yeah, with Playboi Carti (Woah) +Comme des Garçons, (What?) +Hearts all on my cardi' (Swag) +I was in a Lamb', Carti, he was in a 'Rari (What? Skrrt) +I'ma keep on flexin', you don't like me then I'm sorry (Sorry) + +[Chorus] +Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up) +Ooh, do too much (Do too much) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Where you from? (Where you from?) +Throw it up (Throw that shit up) +Goin' nuts (Yeah) +Goin' dumb +Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up) +Ooh, do too much (Do too much) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Where you from? (Where you from?) +Throw it up (Throw that shit up) +Goin' nuts (Yeah) +Goin' dumb (Slatt, slatt) +[Verse 2] +Okay, big-guap-chasin', big-knot-havin' +My money stackin', this shit extravagant (Woah) +This for all my niggas, the ones that be traffickin' (Woah) +All my diamonds African, I might go and matte the Benz (Hey) +I already had that bitch (Skrrt) +Went and got a badder bitch (Ayy) +Persian rug, Aladdin shit +Nice foreign ho like a Latin bitch +I could serve you (Ayy) +Let me say it one time, ayy +Turn around, baby girl, let me serve you (Woah) +Yeah, I said that you wet like Squirtle (Yeah) +Yeah, walk around pigeon to, got the bird flu (Brrr) +And you think you in love, don't wan' hurt you (Woah) +Man, I think that I'm done, gotta swerve you (Swerve) + +[Chorus] +Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up) +Ooh, do too much (Do too much) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Where you from? (Where you from?) +Throw it up (Throw that shit up) +Goin' nuts (Yeah) +Goin' dumb (Oh) +Ooh, sauce it up (Sauce it up) +Ooh, do too much (Do too much) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Ain't enough (Ain't enough) +Where you from? (Where you from?) +Throw it up (Throw that shit up) +Goin' nuts (Yeah) +Goin' dumb (Slatt, slatt) +[Outro] +I'm so awesome +I'm so awesome +These niggas so bad, it's exhaustin' +I swear I'm a stunner like Steve Austin +I swear I'm a stunner like Steve Austin +Ooh, sauce it up +Ooh, do too much +Ooh, where you from? +Ooh, throw it up +Ooh, going nuts +Ooh, going dumb (Dumb, dumb) +Lil Uzi Vert61EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Buy It[Intro] +Zaytoven + +[Verse 1] +Why that boy just wanna play with me? (Why?) +Like I don't, um, keep that K on me (Yeah) +You was a worm, keep that bait on me (Huh) +Killin' my comp', oh-so fatally (What? Zaytoven) +Yeah, woohoo, ballin' like I'm Bo Jack (Damn) +Sometimes I think too much, wish that I'd think less +When you lie to me, that is not English (I don't understand) +I must admit that you was the best (Yeah, Zaytoven) +Fuck the rest (Fuck 'em) +I don't see nobody, yeah, fuck the rest (Fuck 'em) +I can't stop no, no, I don't fuck with rest (No), yeah +On the real, wish I thought of you less (Yeah, Zaytoven) +On the real, wish I fucked you less (What? Yeah) +Thought you was real 'cause the things you said (Yeah) +Thought you was real 'cause you ain't invade my checks (Yeah) +Thought you was my future but you're my ex + +[Chorus] +Nowadays got a side chick on side chick (Side, yeah) +They keep hackin' my iPhone (Yeah), 'bout to get a Sidekick +I don't like to stand up, told that girl to ride it (What?) +Murakami, buy it, Goyard, buy it +Phillip Lim, buy it, Rick Owens, buy it (Yeah) +Off-White, buy it (Yeah), even though I don't got to buy it (Yeah) +Vlone tatted on me, if you thought I was lyin' (Vlone thug) +Girl you need a back, back, ooh, you need some Trident (Yeah) +Nowadays got a side chick on side chick (Side, yeah) +They keep hackin' my iPhone (Yeah), 'bout to get a sidekick +I don't like to stand up, told that girl to ride it (What?) +Murakami, buy it, Goyard, buy it +Phillip Lim, buy it, Rick Owens, buy it +Off-White, buy it (Yeah), even though I don't got to buy it +Vlone tatted on me, if you thought I was lyin' (Vlone thug) +Girl you need a back, back, ooh, you need some Trident (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +And if it is a problem, my niggas ridin' (What?) +Know my niggas slidin' (Yeah), turn it to a riot (Du-du-du) +I fucked her in a SLS, you fucked her in a Hyatt (What?) +Ain't nothin' wrong with that (Yeah), I'm just a little more high-end (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Nowadays got a side chick on side chick (Side, yeah) +They keep hackin' my iPhone (Yeah), 'bout to get a Sidekick +I don't like to stand up, told that girl to ride it (What?) +Murakami, buy it, Goyard, buy it +Phillip Lim, buy it, Rick Owens, buy it (Yeah) +Off-White, buy it (Yeah), even though I don't got to buy it (Yeah) +Vlone tatted on me, if you thought I was lyin' (Vlone thug) +Girl you need a back, back, ooh, you need some Trident (Yeah) + +[Outro] +How you do it like that, Uzi? (How?) +How you do it like that, Uzi? (How?) +How you do it like that, Uzi? (What?) +How you do it like that, Uzi? (How?) +How you do it like that, Uzi? (How you do it?) +How you do it like that, Uzi? (Lil Uzi) +How you do it like that, Uzi? +How you do it like that, Uzi?51EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That Way[Intro] +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way + +[Pre-Chorus] +But I don't wanna go out bad, wanna go out sad, wanna go out that way (No) +I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (Let's go) +If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (Woah) +Twenty-five hundred on my shirt what the tag say (Let's go) + +[Chorus] +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way, woah +I want it that way + +[Verse 1] +Woah, she from Atlanta, she went to Cascade, ayy (Let's get it) +She ride the D like she's tryna drag race (Woah) +Don't slow me right down, I like it fast-paced, ayy +That is enough about that girl, everyone know it is my world +If he dropped an album, thought it was trash day (Yeah, woah) +I'm on my own, not talkin' masturbate, yeah (Ew) +She gave me dome 'til I graduate, woah +I'ma grab a Bentley, Mean might go and grab a Wraith, yeah +I had to snap back into reality and go grab a fitted (Fitted) +My jeans, yeah, they fitted (Woo) +But Lil Uzi, he is so far from the timid (Let's go) +The reason I'm rich +'Cause I had to go and just fix my percentage (Let's go) +You know that I'm winnin' +My white girl got black card and it got no limit (Woo) +[Pre-Chorus] +I don't wanna go out bad, don't wanna go out sad, not that way (Yeah) +I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (Yes) +If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (Woah) +Twenty-five hundred for my shirt what the tag say (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +And I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way, woah +I want it that way + +[Verse 2] +When I'm in DC, make the hoes go-go (Go) +Yes, I'm slimy like a snail, but I'm no slowpoke (Slow) +Only reason I didn't kick her out 'cause she gon' deepthroat (Yeah) +Hit it no protection, injection, yeah, this shit is lethal (Go) +They laugh at me because I'm emo (Yeah) +I killed my girlfriend, that's why I'm single (Fuck her) +Can't call 911 'cause I'm in Reno (Yeah) +Gave away my thumbs and I stood three toes (Let's go, let's go) +Diamonds hittin', bling, bling (Let's go) +Make the chopper sing, sing (Let's go, let's go, let's go) +He a killer (What?), same thing (Same thing) +Eyes low, Simmons, Ming (Yeah) +[Pre-Chorus] +I don't wanna go out bad, don't wanna go out sad, not that way +I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (Yes) +If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (Why? Woah) +Twenty-five hundred for my shirt what the tag say (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +And I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way, woah +I want it that way + +[Outro] +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way74EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Baby Pluto[Intro] +(Welcome to Eternal Atake, the dark world) +(你准备好了吗?) + +[Chorus] +I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek +I bought her a baby one +Yeah, I bought me a Maybach, it came with two doors +Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (For sure) +I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage +While makin' my lady cum (Yeah) +I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS +That's why I be racin' 'em (BRABUS) +Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war +Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it) +Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it) +Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war + +[Verse 1] +I got static in my city, who fuckin' with me? +Pull up with this 30 and this chopper hold a fifty +Man, I heard that nigga Mickey, that's too risky +Man, we spray his car, spray his window, icky, icky +She keep suckin' on my dick, tryna get a hickey, hickey +Girl, I swear that pussy too wet, sticky, sticky +I kicked her right out of the front door, I'm picky, picky +Yeah, and every time she go to call my phone, I'm busy, busy (Yeah, yeah, hello, hello? Hello?) +I heard it's some niggas that's on my head (Brr) +I heard it's some niggas that want my bread +Oh my God +Y'all niggas better chill before y'all all be dead (Oh my God, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Whole lot of, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of, whole lot of meds +Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of clothes, niggas be stealin' my swag (Hold up) +Whole lot of, whole lot of emeralds, please tuck your baguettes +Yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of red rubies on my neck +Uzi, it came with a TEC +The brick, that came with a vet +I can teach you how to flex (Yes) +The Draco, it came with a vest +The condo, it came with a pit (Yeah) +My new bitch, she came with some neck (Yeah) +Man, these boys ain't believe me +Until I pulled up and my neck was on squeegee (Woah) +Man, these boys ain't believe me +They thought I believed in the devil like ouija +Man, these boys ain't believe me +A real rockstar, Chrome Heart on my beanie (Yeah) +I swear these boys cannot see me +That's why I be livin' my life like I'm Stevie +Wake up, Versace my bitch +I got on that Tisci, I eat fettuccine +[Chorus] +I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek +I bought her a baby one +Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors +Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (Let's go) +I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage +While makin' my lady cum (Stay with the baddest) +I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS +That's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen) +Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Yeah) +I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (Nah, for real) +I had to count my money on the ironing board +I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores + +[Verse 2] +I had to get all my niggas off bond, I had to get 'em off holding (Yeah) +I had to take 12 right on the mile, drive it like my van was stolen (Skrrt, skrrt) +It sing like my birthday, brand new +'Cause I'm only known just to floor it (Brand new) +Yeah, I just know they be watchin' it +Yeah, I just, yeah, I just know they be watchin' it +All these hoes love me +I am such a slimy guy, nigga, do not trust me +Baby, I'ma bust you way before you bust me +You shouldn't have trusted me, girl, you got off lucky (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +If it's beef, don't partake +No, I do not eat steak (Yeah) +All I eat is fish plates +My diamonds so cold, in the freezer, my wrist be +Somewhere in the hills, prolly where my bitch stay +Switchin' my crib and you know I'm gon' switch states (Yeah) +I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape +I made a million, yeah, off a mixtape +[Chorus] +I turned to an addict, I bought me a Patek +I bought her a baby one +Yeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors +Yeah, that's the Mercedes one +I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbage +While makin' my lady cum (I stay with the baddest) +I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUS +That's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen) +Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Yeah) +I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (Woah) +I had to count my money on the ironing board (Yeah) +I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores (Store) + +[Outro] +Fucked behind the stores +You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores (Sure) +You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores +Yeah, count up a half a mil' up behind the store +Yeah, she gone off that molly like she ain't never take a pill before +You act like you tough like your homie ain't ever get killed before +What the... +Yo, what the fuck was that?58EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Neon Guts[Intro: Pharrell Williams] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts +Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts + +[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams] +Admit it, I move like amoeba (Yeah) +I float in the room like I'm reefer (Yeah) +Alien, I’m not your kind of people (Yeah, yeah) +Telepathic, fam watch how I read ya (Skateboard) +You ain't got emeralds greener (Nah) +You ain't got rich up the sleeve (No sir) +And I got a Rolls that’s in the Grove +That I ain't drove, shit, I don't know the reason (305) +Andele, andele, arriba (Hola) +Me and J Balvin on G5 (Cholo) +Success is a drug and man we high +I am OTHER is a beehive (Yeah) +I got love for you haters (Yeah) +Ain't you tired of enslavement? (Huh) +Come with us, make some paper (Ching) +Cause you should own what you labor + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, you never stayed in Kailua (Hawaii) +I put Chanel on my shooter (Yeah) +Flooded my chain and it's Gucci +I don't want that girl, she moody (Facts) +I'm basically saying I'm cooler (Slatt) +Get Dior discounts from my cougar +Back in the sixth grade, I got them bad grades +I was in love with my tutor (Yeah) +See, musically, Lil Uzi trappin’ man +Most of you rappers be actors man +Go M.I.A when I find little Madison +Stay at the Ritz-Carlton, this not the Radisson +Just took a blue one, ’bout to take the red pill +Purple thoughts in my brain, hope it don't spill +Stay with a nerd just like Urkel, Jaleel +Fresh just like Carlton, I kill ’em with Will +Big ass "R" on my Smiths +Big ass "R" on my whips +Slip-on shoes, so you won't trip +Said she kinda fine if she got some hips +Momma said, "Let me see the witch +Boy you know light and dark don't mix +Mix it up, boy, bad luck" +Sick to my stomach with them neon guts +[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert] +Higher than Elon Musk, so high stars eat our dust +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts +Dark energy, we don't touch, our jewelry’s beyond Tut +And it give a nigga colorful aura, like I got neon guts +Higher than Elon Musk, so high stars eat our dust +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts +Dark energies, we don't touch, our jewelry's beyond Tut +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts + +[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams] +Yeah fam, Pharrell on Mars with my fellow star +I'm like lightning striking in a metal rod +I say, "Hello God" in the devil bars +So dammit, Amex, I got a yellow card +C'mon, yellow card, yellow card +Damn, P, I need a yellow car +I am from the root like where the petal start +I had to push like a pedal start +Started way after but ahead of y'all +New crib, got a better yard +Two years, I got hella cars +Since the eighth grade I had hella broads +Hella broads, hella broads +Yellow painting with a yellow brush +Shit came from KAWS, probably marge +Slick my hair back like I'm Chico DeBarge (Ayy) +I got some lights on my chest (Yuh) +Don't confuse it with a heart (Mhm) +Heard things ain't looking too good for you +Had to pull some strings like I play the harp +I get these billions alone +It been that way from the start (Start) +Smoking good kush, my cologne +Got neon guts 'cause I can't see in the dark +[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert] +Higher than Elon Musk, so high stars eat our dust +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts +Dark energy, we don't touch, our jewelry's beyond Tut +And it give a nigga colorful aura like I got neon guts +Higher than Elon Musk, so high stars eat our dust +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts +Dark energies, we don't touch, our jewelry's beyond Tut +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts + +[Outro: Pharrell Williams] +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts +And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts51EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Top[Intro] +Who the fuck are you? Ayy +Who the fuck are you? Ayy +Who the fuck are you? +[Chorus] +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy +Why you walk so cool? Ayy, thousand dollar shoes, ayy +Hunnid on my jewels, ayy, I got all these groupies +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy + +[Verse 1] +Why you walk so cool? Ayy, thousand dollar shoes, ayy +Fuck bitches in twos, ayy, fuck bitches in twos, ayy +Fucked that bitch on Monday, fuck her sister Tuesday +You is not gon' do a thing, with my squad like Wu-Tang, ayy +I'm gonna knuck if I buck +Let a lil' nigga try us +Hit a nigga with a truck +Leave a lil' nigga so stuck +Brittany turned me to a slut +Brittany turned me to a slut +Brittany turned me to a slut +Hit the bitch all on her back, ayy, never put it in her butt, ayy +Put that shit all in her pussy, ayy, leave that shit all in her gut, ayy +[Chorus] +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy +Why you walk so cool? Ayy, thousand dollar shoes, ayy +Hunnid on my jewels, ayy, I got all these groupies +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy + +[Verse 2] +Sometimes Fear of God, ayy +Saint Laurent the boots, ayy +I feel like I'm Dro, ayy, car ain't got no roof, ayy +That bitch kinda cute, ayy, blow me like a flute, ayy +Diamonds drippin', they so wet, I gotta wipe my jewels, ayy +I can't wife no fool, ayy, got no time for mood swings +Spent like 50 on the ring and I brought two rings +Remember that bitch ain't want fuck me +Now that bitch wanna just fuck me +Remember that bitch said I'm dusty +Look at that hoe like you ugly, ayy +Your man ain't got no money, ayy +I just be smokin' the dope, Skeme, he be smokin' the clove +My brother whippin' the stove +Jump in the crowd at my show, fucked the bitch in the front row +[Chorus] +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy +Why you walk so cool? Ayy, thousand dollar shoes, ayy +Hunnid on my jewels, ayy, I got all these groupies +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy +First I drop my top, ayy, then I swerve my Coupe, ayy +Counting all these bands, ayy, who the fuck are you? Ayy + +[Outro] +Cannon, Cannon went crazy +Treez what up Treez +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh +Hotel party for these bad hoes +For these bad hoes, that trip +Ayy, ayy72EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do What I Want[Intro] +Um, I'm on some shit like +Now I do what I want +Now I do what I want +Now I do what I want +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +(T-T-T-That be Maaly Raw) +(Cannon) +Now I do what I want +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want +Now I do what I want (Of course) +Now I do what I want +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want +Now I do what I want + +[Verse 1] +Everybody know I'm better, ayy (Yeah), yeah, I'm better, ayy (Yeah) +It don't matter, ayy (What?), pockets fatter, ayy (Ayy) +Nowadays I'm on, my haters, they got sadder, ayy (What?) +That's money longer, ayy (Yeah), different song, bruh, ayy (Yeah) +Different producer (Yeah) +I can do anything and I won't lose her (Yeah) +She got right with a winner, left that loser (Bye-bye), ayy (Uh) +Talkin' shit, boy, make me get my Ruger, yeah, I said my Ruger (Uh) +All my niggas they shooters (Pow) +Rockin' them grills all the way 'til my tooth hurt (Yeah) +Oh, he cold? Well, I swear that I'm cooler (Brr) +That ain't no Rollie, bitches, it's a Franck Muller, yeah, a Franck Muller (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Boy, I started on the bottom (Huh?) +Made my way to the top (What?) +Boy, I'm gon' keep winnin' (I am) +You know I cannot stop (I can't) +Remember I had a little (I did) +Turned that shit to a lot (I did) +Always been one hunnid (I was) +Put that on my block (Oh yeah) +Used to want that four-door (Huh?) +Now I want that drop (Skrrt-skrrt) +Yeah, now I do what I want (What?) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (What?) + +[Post-Chorus] +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do) +Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do) +Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do) +Now I do what I want (Yeah, I do) +Now I do what I want (Lil Uzi) +[Verse 2] +Girl, you see me gettin' this money, woah, please don't front (Yeah) +Hunt & Fish Club where I'm eatin', woah, what's for lunch? +And them boys back home be talkin' but I won't get touched (I'm not scared) +Stay to myself how I survive, no one who I trust, yeah +No one who I trust (Yeah) +Who them niggas? No, they not with us (No) +All these girls, yeah, they ride with us (Yeah) +I don't pay 'em no mind because I just want the bucks, yeah (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Boy, I started on the bottom (Huh?) +Made my way to the top (What?) +Boy, I'm gon' keep winnin' (I am) +You know I cannot stop (I can't) +Remember I had a little (I did) +Turned that shit to a lot (I did) +Always been one hundred (I was) +Put that on my block (Oh yeah) +Used to want that four-door (Huh?) +Now I want that drop (Skrrt-skrrt) +Yeah, now I do what I want (What?) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (What?)69EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dark Queen[Intro] +Dear mama (Dear mom) +Love you mama (That's on gang) +And grandmama (1600 Block) +Slatt, slatt, slatt +(That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw) + +[Chorus] +Dear mama +I don’t wanna sign off (No way) +Out here gettin' commas (Count up) +Like my dad, I'm a grinder (Oh yeah, grinder, grinder) +She don’t want me locked up (Locked up) +Mama, I'm gon' wash up (Wash up, yeah) +Whip my wrist, it lock up (Yeah, okay) +All my diamonds rocked up (Oh yeah, okay) +I don't wanna sign off (Woah) + +[Verse 1] +Mama love me so I can do no wrong (Wrong, do no wrong) +Mama in the trap so this her favorite song (Song, favorite song) +I'm gon' get them racks, lil' baby, they so long (Long, they so long) +Said I wasn't nothin’ but I came in strong (Strong) +You got the best advice but I won’t call (No way) +I know I'm grown so I do not need y’all (I got it) +And if I get locked up mom change the law (Oh yeah) +You fix everything, so that's what I thought (Thought) +When I was small, mama made me tall (Tall) +Even though I'm daddy's pup she still gon’ wipe my paws (My paws) +Don't care about this money, don't care about them cars (She don't, she don't) +Lose my mama, that's a problem you can't solve (Gang) +[Chorus] +Dear mama +I don't wanna sign off (No way) +Out here gettin' commas (Count up) +Like my dad, I'm a grinder (Oh yeah, grinder, grinder) +She don't want me locked up (Locked up) +Mama, I'm gon' wash up (Wash up, yeah) +Whip my wrist, it lock up (Yeah, okay) +All my diamonds rocked up (Oh yeah, okay) +I don't wanna sign off (Woah) + +[Verse 2] +Now I got the game in a headlock (Headlock, okay) +Never catch me lackin', run a red light (No lackin' shorty, skrrt) +Bitch, we talk in codes, we the real slimes (On foenem) +They tried to break my safe, I had a deadlock (Deadlock, slatt) +Mama used to bag in the day time (Day time, I say, cool) +Mama got that bag by the night time (Night time) +Was on 32nd Street, I was like eight then (I think Cumberland) +Moved to Francisville and met my real friends (Bah) +Mama said, "Stay down there 'fore you get hurt" (1600, hurt, I was) +That was way before I was Lil Uzi Vert (1600, Lil Uzi Vert) +Mama saw me in action, it could've got worse (1600) +I know that my mama, know I'm shootin' first + +[Chorus] +Dear mama (Boo, bah) +I don't wanna sign off (No way) +Out here gettin' commas (Count up) +Like my dad, I'm a grinder (Oh yeah, grinder, grinder) +She don't want me locked up (Locked up) +Mama, I'm gon' wash up (Wash up, yeah) +Whip my wrist, it lock up (Yeah, okay) +All my diamonds rocked up (Oh yeah, okay) +I don't wanna sign off (Woah) +[Outro] +Dear mama (Slatt, 1600 Block) +Love you mama (That's on gang, slatt) +And grandmama (1600 Block)48EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lo Mein[Chorus] +Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein +Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim +Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine +And I stay with the cash like a XO chain +Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range +When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah) +Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe +Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane + +[Verse 1] +Said Rick Owens boot, they be knee-high, mane +Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle +Man, she asked for some racks, gave her three times ten +Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz +And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again +And honestly on to better things, that's her friend +These niggas groupies, they peons, mane +King of my city like Leon, mane +'Head of these niggas by eons, mane +She let me touch for the free-on, mane +So you know that's a must like Elon, mane +They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin' +Man, I'm countin' up green like a pea pod, mane +I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton +Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning +Cartiers got diamonds all in the middle +Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, mane +Just know them shits, they all G.I., mane +Everybody got Rollies, that's two-time frames +I said my side girl tryna be my main +And I said my main girl keep stalkin' my side +I told her, "Shut up and go for a ride" (Skrrt) +In this Rolls-Royce truck +Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (Yeah) +You can get what you want +Out the mall, no need to hold me up (Woo) +Rickity-racks that's all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (Rickity-racks) +I'm turnt to the max, these lil' itty-bitty niggas know it's up +[Chorus] +Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein +Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim +I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine +And I stay with the cash like a XO chain +Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range +When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane +Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe +Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane + +[Post-Chorus] +I said it's up, up, up, uppity (Yeah) +Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah) +When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties +When it come to the drip, not in front of me (Woah) +Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt +And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Woah, I'm too litty +Yeah, bitch look like Chinese Kitty (Yeah) +1942 in my section, no Remy (Let's go) +Took JT out the city (Yeah) +I can make a ho get way too sticky +Yeah, way, way, way too sticky (Woah) +Hold up, don't you got a whole situation? (Damn) +Livin' my life, too risky (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +How you doin', Uzi? I'm doin' great +I pulled up in the foreign, let's race (Skrrt) +Yes, I stay with some money on me (Money) +Only thing in my pocket, big face (What?) +It's amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and a skinny waist +It's amazing to me how I spend all this money and I ain't even go in my safe (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +It's amazing to me how these niggas don't know me but still find a way just to hate (Yeah, yeah) +It's amazing to me how back then she ain't want me but now she wanna go on a date (Yeah) +It's amazing to me how she ask for them racks, told that girl get the fuck out my face (Ha) +It's amazing to me how I'm eatin' so much and I still didn't gain no weight (Woah) +[Chorus] +Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein +Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim +I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine +And I stay with the cash like a XO chain +Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range +When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah) +Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe +Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane + +[Post-Chorus] +I said it's up, up, up, uppity (Yeah) +Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah) +When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties +When it come to the drip, not in front of me +Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt +And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Outro] +What the f— +That shit smoking, what the—88EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s a Rack[Intro] +Yeah (Oogie Mane, he killed it) +We tear it up, tear it up, tear it up +(I'm workin' on dying) +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Let's go) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, rack) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack) +Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (Water) +Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Woah) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Fact, fact) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (A fact) +Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (A fuckin' fact) + +[Verse 1] +Fendi knapsack, while I'm spittin' Fendi facts (Facts) +I don't want you back, you a thot, you a nat (A fuckin' nat) +Just like his bitch ass, that fuck nigga will get clapped (Will get clapped) +Put a pause on that, you still broke, you ain't back (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack +[Verse 2] +I could never change, gotta stick to my routine +I'ma hit it once, then you know I gotta leave +Got addictive personality, I turned into a fiend +Okay, my money sky blue, but my new coupe is slime green +My boys whip work 'til the white turn all tan (Tan) +Saw a minivan followin' my brand new Lamb' (Lamb') +I had a F and an N in my hand (And an N) +All my bitches tens, no, I do not fuck no fans +I was checkin' my DMs, found out she was a man (No, no, no) +I can't DM, never, ever again (No) +Lucien on my vision, that's the only thing that's tran (Yeah) +Okay, okay, nigga, let's get it +Got your bitch on my top just like a fitted (Let's get it) +I don't want it no more, then I gotta clip it +Balmain jeans, on the front got the zipper +My ice game got cold, got sicker +I'm a Leo like lion, I'm Simba +Stand on my money, I'm tall like a center +June and July cold just like December +It's too low, then the car, I lift it +I know baby girl miss my drip, yeah +Girl, your breath stink, need a spearmint, many (Yeah) +You need to go and take a minute +But your ass fat, lemme go for the finish +Overseas, I'm eatin' croissants +Told a fuck nigga, "Don't touch my crumpet" (No) +She a lil' thot, can't wife no bird +Four years, I ain't touch no chick +[Chorus] +Whip back-to-back, back-to-back, back-to-back (Yeah) +Bentley, Hellcat, new Lambo and Maybach (Yeah) +I can't talk on the phone, think my shit is tapped (Hello?) +Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Wrap) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rackie) +Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (Lap) +Fendi knapsack, while I'm spittin' Fendi facts (Facts) + +[Verse 3] +I don't want you back, you a thot, you a nat (Nat, nat) +Yes, that's them racks, that's them racks, that's them racks (Racks, racks) +Your jeans, they too fat, man, them shits, they relaxed +I got on Dior, and my skinnies, they all black +If we serve the sack, then we take that shit right back (Back, back) +650 for a hat, 6666 hundred for a jacket +Tried to hold me tight, but I didn't hug her back (No way) +'Cause she tried to snatch out my pocket with the racks (These racks) + +[Chorus] +Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Let's go) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, rack) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack) +Water on my neck, swim through that, that's a lap (Water) +Fuck from the back, hit her once, that's a wrap (Go) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Rack, rack) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (That's a fact) +No strings attached, that's a rack, that's a rack (Facts)49EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Free Uzi[Intro] +Oh my God, what is this? An L beat? +Free Uzi, yeah +This an L beat + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I remember when that girl didn't need me +I didn’t have no money and I couldn't find out what's the reason (Why?) +Now that ho back on my team ’cause my neck wet like a squeegee (Woah) +We served them packs in the net, we get them racks like Serena, uh (Woo) +Yeah, the sun out so my boys gonna trap today +When you get money? Every day, like Saturday (Woo) +Nigga's lyin', yeah, he stuck with a cappin' face +Niggas rattin', they get hit with the MAC today (Woo) +This my I-don't-even-know-um-what-happened face +Grandma in the kitchen still singin' "Happy Days" (Yeah) +I just popped a G6, I'm in my happy place +She was trippin’, had to ask her, "What Perc’ you take?" (Let's go!) + +[Chorus] +I can make your lil’ bitch just wanna percolate +Sex first then we can have a after-date (Yeah) +Gave me head 'til my shit, um, decapitate +Look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (Woah) +Make it rain in the club like a nasty day +Told 'em that I'm comin’, oh, no ejaculate +Pastry, pocket, boy, you not havin' cake +Fuck that overcoat and I swear your jacket late +Bro just made his money back off a half a plate +Rollie cost me forty thousand, that's half the face +I remember when them niggas all laughed at me +Portfolios, now they all bring they apps to me +Wish before me that my bitch practiced abstinence +Wishes don't come true until you just practice it +Niggas broke? Never, ho, bitch, we havin' it +Yes, we spendin' it, but you know we stackin' it (Let's go) +[Verse 2] +I was steppin' on the beat, took a nap on it +If she shake her ass, you know I'm gon' slap on it +She was suckin' my dick right on her knees +Her mama bust in, she said, "Girl, what is happenin'?" +She said, "Baby, you know your dad a panther?" +She said, "Mama, I'm just doin' the Kaepernick" +Frito-Lay, yeah, you know that I'm stackin' chips +Got a tattooed face so you can't see my blasphemy +It's some niggas that really just wan' blast at me +But you know I got some niggas that blast for me +I'm not tall, but I ball like a athlete +Count my money, yeah, I turn to a mathlete +Had to get my business together (Yup) +I had three million in taxes (I did) +I got it all off on this level (Yup) +They said it's three million that's missin' +I ain't say nothin', I stayed level (Ooh) +Couple dolls on me, say, "Hey, yellow" +This that my-money-gon'-stay level (Ooh) +I don't give a fuck, I'ma stay rebel (Yup) +Backwood on me, bitch, you stay 'rello (What else?) +I got my metal so stay mellow +Got them boulders, my neck won't see a pebble (Uh) + +[Chorus] +I can make your lil' bitch just wanna percolate +Sex first then we can have a after-date +Gave me head 'til my shit, um, decapitate +Look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (Woah) +Make it rain in the club like a nasty day +Told 'em that I'm comin', oh, no ejaculate +Pastry pocket, boy, you not havin' cake +Fuck that overcoat and I swear your jacket late +Bro just made his money back off a half a plate +Rollie cost me forty thousand, that's half the face +I remember when them niggas all laughed at me +Portfolios, now they all bring they apps to me +Wish before me that my bitch practiced abstinence +Wishes don't come true until you just practice it +Niggas broke? Never, ho, bitch, we havin' it +Yes, we spendin' it, but you know we stackin' it +[Verse 3] +Foreign car, make your bitch wanna hop in it (Skrrt) +Don't know my name, but she start givin' top in it +Lil Uzi make these bitches wan' flock in it +Wonton, flood the block with some Wock' in it +They saw us comin' so they all just start hop the fence +Gang Wang, yeah, you know you get shot in it +Alexander Wang, bitch, I came from poverty +Got a plug, bring that shit right from Providence +Kill a opp, now my boys gonna hibernate +Sike, nah, they back on it the next day +The reason he died 'cause that boy gon' hesitate +Nigga, you started this shit, I'm just, "Let's play" +She suck on my dick 'til that bitch gon' regurgitate +She tellin' you that she never even heard of me +I can't trust none of these niggas, might turn on me +I'm still a millionaire, this shit not hurtin' me (Woah) +But it's hurtin' you (Yeah) +And I know the truth +I still watch Big Bang Theory, that's the nerd in me +I remember when your ass was just swervin' me +Please keep that same energy with the urgency +I'm liftin' these big ol' stacks like my name Hercules +Bulletproof on my tank, that's my insurgency +These old niggas wanna rob me like a burglary (Let's go) +[Chorus] +I can make your lil' bitch just wanna percolate +Sex first then we can have a after-date (Free Uzi) +Gave me head 'til my shit, um, decapitate +Look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (Free Uzi) +Make it rain in the club like a nasty day +Told 'em that I'm comin', oh, no ejaculate (Free Uzi) +Pastry, pocket, boy, you not havin' cake +Fuck that overcoat and I swear your jacket late (Yeah) +Bro just made his money back off a half a plate +Rollie cost me forty thousand, that's half the face +I remember when them niggas all laughed at me +Portfolios, now they all bring they apps to me +Wish before me that my bitch practiced abstinence +Wishes don't come true until you just practice it +Niggas broke? Never, ho, bitch, we havin' it +Yes, we spendin' it, but you know we stackin' it + +[Outro] +Free Uzi94EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SideLine Watching (Hold Up)[Intro] +(Zaytoven) + +[Chorus] +Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?) +Let me catch my breath (Yeah) +Let me count these checks (What?) +Flex on my ex (Yeah) +I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) +Break up in a text (What?) +Pull up in a G (Yeah) +T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom) + +[Verse 1] +Pull up, I'm suited (Yeah) +And you know I got my toolie (My what?) +Okay, I might Bentley Coupe it (What?) +Heard you pull up, Mini Cooper (Yeah) +Told that lil' bitch that she stupid +Okay, these niggas can't move me (What?) +Okay, these bitches can't move me (Chee) +Those are not diamonds, they're rubies (Chee, chee) +Wait that's not rubies, that's glass (Damn) +Smack that bitch right on the ass (What?) +I know that she's scared to lose me (What?) +Yeah, my Polo be from Louis (Yeah) +Niggas act like they was rootin' (They was) +But they really be some goofies (They is) +If you don't like me then sue me (What?) +Yeah, my new girl got that booty (Yeah) +That my new girl up at Gucci +Yeah, what? +That my new girl up at Gucci (What?) +Yeah, what? (Chee) +Spend them bands all up at Gucci (Yeah) +Look at your chain who your jeweler? (What?) +You need to come to my jeweler (Come on) +I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah) +I put a stick on my Ruger (Bah) +In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah) +Just met her, act like I knew her (I do) +'Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, yeah) +[Chorus] +Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?) +Let me catch my breath (Yeah) +Let me count these checks (What?) +Flex on my ex (Yeah) +I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) +Break up in a text (What?) +Pull up in a G (Yeah) +T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom) +Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?) +Let me catch my breath (Yeah) +Let me count these checks (What?) +Flex on my ex (Yeah) +I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) +Break up in a text (What?) +Pull up in a G (Yeah) +T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom) + +[Verse 2] +Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you? (Yeah), yeah +Almost didn't make it but I made it through (Yeah, I made it through), yeah +Gettin' to the money, if you snooze, you lose (If you snooze, you lose), woah +You should see the way that they plot on you (Yeah, way that they plot on, what?), yeah +Wait, why they plot on me? (Damn) +'Cause they really know it ain't no stopping me (No stopping me) +Like, first I hit my dance then they flock to me (Flock, they flock, they flock) +Went and did it all night, girl, I gotta leave (Yeah), yeah +Pat your weave down 'fore you see your man +Oh no, now he all mad (Yeah), everything gon' hit the fan (Yeah) +I don't want that, um, again (Yeah), I don't want, want that again (Lil Uzi) +Even though that girl a 10 (What?), think we better off being friends (For real) +Sike, I'ma hit that again (Yeah) +I'ma lick that again (Yeah), I'ma split that again (Yeah) +Now I do what I want (Yeah), can't do what I can (No, Lil Uzi) +Think you're on, not at all (Yeah), 'cause you know I ball (Ayy, Lil Uzi) +Yeah (What?) +Boy, I heard you soft (Yeah) +I'ma cop it for the cost (Huh?) +Smoke the gas on my cloth +[Chorus] +Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?) +Let me catch my breath (Yeah) +Let me count these checks (What?) +Flex on my ex (Yeah) +I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) +Break up in a text (What?) +Pull up in a G (Yeah) +T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom) +Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?) +Let me catch my breath (Yeah) +Let me count these checks (What?) +Flex on my ex (Yeah) +I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) +Break up in a text (What?) +Pull up in a G (Yeah) +T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +444+222[Intro] +Okay, I'm ready + +[Chorus] +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Million on me, JAY-Z (JAY-Z, slime) +Count up, fuck nigga, pay me + +[Bridge] +Pull up, walk in +Everybody yell like, "Watch out" +Got it too lit like, "Pipe down" +No, I can't wait, need it right now +Get guap, I'm the one who she like now +Count it up from the morning to the night now +That's the reason that a nigga wanna fight now? +'Cause my diamonds shine like a lighthouse? +(That-That-That-That-That-That be Maaly Raw) +Pull up, walk in +Everybody yell like, "Watch out" +[Chorus] +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Million on me, JAY-Z (JAY-Z, slime) +Count up, fuck nigga, pay me + +[Verse 1] +Woah, fuck your bitch, I'm bored +Rockstar, that's of course +White girl like Lorde +She don't really get too impressed, Honda Accord +'Long as she get her beauty rest, then I'm aboard (Lil Uzi) +Got that girl wet, she need three towels (Ayy) +Call my phone like every day on speed dial +Hundred thousand, new watch, got like three dials +I don't eat out, hit once, leave out (I don't) +Breathe in, breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Back it up, rack it up, told that bitch, "Back it up" (Back it up) +Thirty nails, hammer tucked (Buh) +So there's no way that you jamming us, ooh (No way) +[Chorus] +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Million on me, JAY-Z (JAY-Z) +Count up, fuck nigga, pay me (Chee) + +[Verse 2] +Pull up, sauce (Skrrt), got the drip (Skrrt, skrrt) +Foreign broads (What?), like 'em mixed (Mixed, slime) +Bulldog (Dog), with a pit (Pit, slime) +Bulldog (Dog), with a grip (Grip) +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Million on me, JAY-Z (JAY-Z, slime) +Count up, fuck nigga, pay me +All these niggas, yeah, hate me (Why?) +Covered in that water, waist-deep (Water, woah) +Pull up in that Lamb', just me (Woah, skrrt, skrrt) +My niggas pullin' up, eight deep (What's up?) + +[Chorus] +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Million on me, JAY-Z +Count up, fuck nigga, pay me +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Breathe in (Woo), breathe in (Woo), breathe out, shake that ass +Speed up, go fast, slow down +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Four, four (Ayy), four (Four, four, four, four), four (Ayy, ayy) +Million on me, JAY-Z +Count up, fuck nigga, pay me +[Outro] +Pull up, walk in (Skrrt) +Everybody yell like, "Watch out" (Let's go) +Got it too lit like, "Pipe down" (Yeah) +No, I can't wait, need it right now (Huh?) +Get guap, I'm the one who she like now (Huh?) +Count it up from the morning to the night now (Yeah) +That's the reason that a nigga wanna fight now? (What? Huh?) +'Cause my diamonds shine like a lighthouse? (Let's go, huh?) +Pull up, walk in (Ayy, what?) +Everybody yell like, "Watch out" (Yeah, yeah) +Got it too lit like, "Pipe down" (Yeah, huh?) +No, I can't wait, need it right now (Ayy) +Get guap, I'm the one who she like now (Yeah, what?) +Count it up from the morning to the night now (Huh?) +That's the reason that a nigga wanna fight now? (Ayy) +'Cause my diamonds shine like a lighthouse?41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Silly Watch[Intro] +Yeah +Woo, woo (Let's go, Mario) +Woo, woo (Let's go) +Woo, woo, woo (Yeah) +Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock +Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock +I'm with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock +Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap +Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch (Woah) +All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop +Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (Hello?) +At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot +Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots +I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock +That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot +Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot +Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop +Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot +Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Blah) + +[Verse 1] +Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot +Yeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butterscotch +Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot +Got my money, then I had to just flood the block (Yeah) +I'm the only one that fucked on that bitch +But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block (Ayy, ayy) +Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block +We got shooters that's gon' pull up and X your block (Blah) +Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah) +Makin' money like a nigga don't need to drop +One eye open, 'Luminati like Fetty Wap +Microwave help me dry out the Redi Rock +Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots +Gettin' guala, they don't know when the fetti stop +Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop? +She look good, but she wear Fashion Nova +Took her shoppin', put her right in some Vetements +Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York +But I took her right down right in LA +Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly +Intersection probably where, um, the felons be +I'm on Rodeo, it ain't shit you could tell to me +And I'm on a boat, it ain't shit you could sell to me +[Chorus] +Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock +Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock +I'm with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock +Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap +Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch +All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop +Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots +At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot +Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots +I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock +That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot +Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot +Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop +Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot +Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot + +[Verse 2] +I was chillin' with the niggas you fear a lot +Highbridge, I was just right there on the block +What do they got in common with Uzi? (Yeah) +We get money and we fucked up just on your thots (Yeah) +Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot +I'm so lit, I could make your whole strip hot +Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan' body rock +Yeah, your bitch, she a thotty, old thotty-thot +Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top +This Chanel, no, I don't wear no Baccarat +Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat +Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock +I'm in Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks +Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot +Seventeen-five for a t-shirt +He got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woah +Gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs +I'm a hare all on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop +Hugh Hefner died, so I can't get bunny top +I can never die unless all my money stops +Fuckin' all on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot +When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot +Countin' up my millions, you know it's up a lot (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock +Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock +I'm with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock +Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap +Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch +All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop +Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots +At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot +Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots +I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock +That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot +Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot +Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop +Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot +Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)55EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +X[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, Young Nudy & Young Thug] +(Yo, yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) +(Metro) +I love you +I don't want you + +[Chorus] +I don't know what's next, yeah +I don't want my ex, no +Break up with a text +I'm not tryna flex (What? What) +Girl, you know the rest (Bye-bye, ho) +Bitch, I write a check +Walkin' with a check (With a check) +Take off in a jet (I don't want my ex) +So I just never stress + +[Verse 1] +I could never stress (Stress) +Yeah, my life's a mess (Pew, pew) +But I'm also blessed (Blessed) +My heart's in the junkyard 'cause it's wrecked +And today's not feeling like it used to +You got stuck up in that life that you was used to +If you got hurt, yeah, I got hurt, yeah, I got bruised too +That's the main reason why I had to choose you +If you got options I got options, baby, who you? +I got one that's on my line that look like new new +She got ass just like a zebra on a zoo too +So basically what I'm saying, I'm not scared to lose you +[Chorus] +I don't want my ex (Ayy) +Break up with a text +I'm not tryna flex (What? What?) +Girl you know the, rest (Bye-bye, ho) +Bitch, I write a check +Walkin' with a check +Take off in a jet +So I just never stress + +[Verse 2] +Leonardo DiCaprio +Watch out, boys, I might bag your ho +Love so strong, that shit had me gone +Didn't care too, I was all alone (Vlone) +Swag on them by mistake +I cannot believe that I made this shit from a mixtape +Bitch, you know I'm flooded, then you know my momma wrist straight +Grandma don't like diamonds, she say "Make sure that my rent's paid," yeah +And I make sure that your rent's paid +Make you live your own life when you hung out with Lindsay +I don't want you never ever running in a frenzy +But that's just some shit that everybody's friends say + +[Chorus] +I don't know what's next, yeah +I don't want my ex, no (I don't want her back) +Break up with a text +I'm not tryna flex (What? What?) +Girl you know the, rest (Bye-bye, ho) +Bitch, I write a check +Walkin' with a check (With a check) +Take off in a jet (I don't want my ex) +So I just never stress +[Outro] +Leonardo DiCaprio +Leonardo DiCaprio +Leonardo DiCaprio +Watch out, boys, I might bag your ho27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +LUV SCARS K.o 1600[Intro] +Damn, DJ Plugg, you just killed it + +[Chorus] +So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin' (Hey) +So many different girls I got a load of 'em (Yeah) +Why you always hatin'? Go and get you some +Girl, why you always trippin' when you know it's love? +Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded (Blaow) +Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (Ooh) +Flooded with them hundreds (Damn) +Flooded with them hundreds +What you thought it was? + +[Verse 1] +And it's 1600 (1600) +Try to take my soul, my young niggas, they coming (Fire) +I remember when they said that I was nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I can't trust my brother, I can't trust my cousin (No) +No, let me take my time (Take your time) +I want every girl like I can't make my mind (No, can't make my mind) +I spent 80,000 just to flood the time (Time, blah) +I don't wear no Hanes, my T-shirt Saint Laurent (Yeah) +I just made a whole bag from like half of a show +I still got some boys sad, moving bags of the dope +Yeah, you know I got that cash, you'll get blast on the low +Just because you knew my dad don't mean that I play you close +[Chorus] +So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin' (Hey) +So many different girls, I got a load of 'em (Yeah) +Why you always hatin'? Go and get you some +Girl, why you always trippin' when you know it's love? +Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded (Blaow) +Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (Ooh) +Flooded with them hundreds (Damn) +Flooded with them hundreds +What you thought it was? + +[Verse 2] +I've been by myself, so I'm not losing health (No way) +I don't need you niggas, look like you can't tell +Can't do nothing around you, 'cause we know you gon' tell +Niggas I grew up with got a five-star room in Hell +Wait, 'cause they not loyal (Bah) +Can't believe we grew up in the soil (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck nigga) +Tell my niggas I got them with lawyers (Yeah) +Man, I wish I would knew, I would have warned you (Would've warned you) +Man, I wish I would knew, I would have warned you (Warned you) +They killed Ninety right there on the corner (Damn) +I miss Chico, I swear that's my brother (Damn, I love you) +Looking down on me right with his mother (Chee) + +[Chorus] +So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin' (Hey) +So many different girls, I got a load of 'em (Yeah) +Why you always hatin'? Go and get you some +Girl, why you always trippin' when you know it's love? +Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded (Blaow) +Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds (Ooh) +Flooded with them hundreds (Damn) +Flooded with them hundreds +What you thought it was?48EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Zoom[Intro] +Wheezy Beats + +[Chorus] +No, I will not answer +Please do not do call my phone +Mr. Do-Not-Answer-Phone +Please don't girl, no, leave me 'lone +Double cup, it's styrofoam +Pull up, my car, it go vroom +This a coupe, no-no legroom +Pull up on your bitch like zoom + +[Post-Chorus] +What, you thought that I wasn't gon' come through? +What you thought, I wasn't gon' get comfortable? +You know I wouldn't do this if it wasn't you + +[Bridge] +Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah-yeah +I know what I can and what I can't do + +[Pre-Chorus] +I know every time that I'ma come through +Yeah, I just turned to the big man +Big shoes, big hands, counting big bands +Big B on the back of my new pants +She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants" +Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry +I got all this money nowadays so I can't worry +Breathe in, breathe out, so a bitch can't ’sturb me +Size 29 my jeans but my clip is a .30 +[Chorus] +No, I will not answer +Please do not do call my phone +Mr. Do-Not-Answer-Phone +Please don't girl, no, leave me 'lone +Double cup, it's styrofoam +Pull up, my car, it go vroom +This a coupe, no-no legroom +Pull up on your bitch like zoom + +[Post-Chorus] +What, you thought that I wasn't gon' come through? +What you thought, I wasn't gon' get comfortable? +You know I wouldn't do this if it wasn't you + +[Bridge 2] +Ooh, I'ma get it, run it up, have no choice +I'ma sing 'til I got no voice +I don't fuck with you boys + +[Pre-Chorus] +I know every time that I'ma come through +Yeah, I just turned to the big man +Big shoes, big hands, counting big bands +Big B on the back of my new pants +She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants" +Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry +I got all this money nowadays so I can't worry +Breathe in, breathe out, so a bitch can't ‘sturb me +Size 29 my jeans but my clip is a 30 +[Chorus] +No, I will not answer +Please do not do call my phone +Mr. Do-Not-Answer-Phone +Please don't girl, no, leave me 'lone +Double cup, it's styrofoam +Pull up, my car, it go vroom +This a coupe, no-no legroom +Pull up on your bitch like zoom + +[Post-Chorus] +What, you thought that I wasn't gon' come through? +What you thought, I wasn't gon' get comfortable? +You know I wouldn't do this if it wasn't you41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Prices[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah +Oh +The best feelin' in the world +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Oh, oh +Yeah, okay, yes +One, two (Alright) +One, two, three, yeah + +[Pre-Chorus] +Uh, you is a lie +Uh, you is not cut from this side, uh +You cannot come to this side, yeah +Gangster, but my jeans too tight (Tight, yeah) +I see my opps through the sight (Sight) +Hit that bitch once and then tell her good night (Bye-bye) +All white on my ice, look like rice (Rice) +Stacked up, then get right out the sight (Sight, uh) + +[Chorus] +I just went up in my price (Price, uh) +I just went up in my price (Price, uh) +I just went up in my price (Price, uh) +I just went up in my price (Price, ayy) +I just went up in my price +Money, my bank account, this shit precise (Uh) +I just went up in my price (Uh) +I just went up in my price (Ayy) +[Verse 1] +I drive my whip like it stolen (Skrrt) +Yellow diamonds look like Homer (What?) +Heard that Rolls-Royce is your homie's (Dang) +So your whip, that is a loaner (Haha) +My money aroused like my boner +I fucked your bitch and did that off aroma (Yeah) +We whip it up, no bakin' soda +I turn a fuck nigga right to organ donor (Uh, damn) +Okay, I feel like I own her (Yeah) +That girl so smart that she walk for diploma (Woo) +Off-White, my G-Fazos, they MoMA +She give me head all the way 'til I'm in coma (Damn) +Ice is so cold, like pneumonia +I might hit that bitch with that Super Soaker (Soak) +I heard that boy gettin' bread +So we gon' heat his ass up with the toaster (Ah, yeah, woo) +Got a model (Model) with vitiligo (Woah) +She got a condo (Condo) out in Cabo +Got a side ho (Yeah) for my side ho (Let's go) +I get high the most, mix my highs with my lows (Yeah) + +[Pre-Chorus] +Uh, you is a lie +Uh, you is not cut from this side, uh +You cannot come to this side, yeah +Gangster, but my jeans too tight (Yeah) +I see my opps through the sight (Uh) +Hit that bitch once and then tell her good night (Yeah, yeah) +All white on my ice, look like rice +Stacked up, then get right out the sight (Yeah) +[Chorus] +I just went up in my price (Price) +I just went up in my price (Price, uh) +I just went up in my price (Ch-ching) +I just went up in my price (Price) +I just went up in my price +Money, my bank account, this shit precise (Uh, yeah) +I just went up in my price (Ayy) +I just went up in my price (Ayy) + +[Verse 2] +I got the Glick with the lock (The Glick) +That lil' bitch still could go and pop (Go pop) +You keep flexin' with that drop (That drop) +Best believe you gon get dropped (Skrrt) +I get my looks from my mom (My mom, uh) +I get my swag from my pop (Drip) +You did not wanna do no time (Uh) +So you start talkin' to the cops (Hello?) +I skipped in that pussy, then hop (Yeah) +I heard that bitch, she was hot +Hickory, dickory, dock (Uh) +VVS all in my clock (My Rollie) +Get money like Anthony Hop +Silence the lamb and your ass'll get chopped (Dropped) +Clean up, his brain on aisle five +Somebody, please can they go get the mop? (The mop) +And I'm with my boys +So you know that the gang shit will not stop +You know that little bitch gon' look around +So if she let me fuck, then the shit is co-op +Yeah, I take more pills and she takin' more shots +Man, watch the way I had to drip on the block +Overseas on the jet, I had to slide +I went all way to Germany, back to Gera (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh) +[Pre-Chorus] +Uh, you is a lie +Uh, you is not cut from this side, uh +You cannot come to this side, yeah +Gangster, but my jeans too tight (Yeah) +I see my opps through the sight (Uh) +Hit that bitch once and then tell her good night (Bye-bye) +All white on my ice, look like rice +Stacked up, then get right out the sight (Uh) + +[Chorus] +I just went up in my price (My price, uh) +I just went up in my price (My price, uh) +I just went up in my price (My price, uh) +I just went up in my price (My price, ayy) +I just went up in my price +Money, my bank account, this shit precise (Uh, ayy) +I just went up in my price (My price, uh) +I just went up in my price (My price, ayy) + +[Outro] +I just went up in my price (Yeah) +I just went up in my price +That's the way that um... +(Tell 'em who you is) +I just went up in my price, in my price +(Yo, it's Wan II) +(Come over here) +(You tell 'em too) +(Yo, it's Wan IV)39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grab the Wheel[Verse 1] +I was broke +I was just at home +Now I'm on the road +Talking to Usher at The Grove (Yeah) +Rocking Balmains, these ain't Joe +When I'm in DC, they call me Moe +Always got the pedal to the floor +I got everything up in the store + +[Chorus] +That's just coke up in her nose, that ain't no boogie (Yeah) +Looking at that girl, I really shouldn't (Huh?) +Looking at that girl just like I wouldn't (Like I wouldn't) +Looking at that girl, and then I took it (Yeah) +Grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab it like I'm Tuddie (Skrr) +Nowadays I'm getting money I don't worry (Yeah) +All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried (Huh?) +All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried (Yeah) + +[Refrain] +Yeah, uh +I won't speak, yeah +Red bottoms my feet, yeah +My bitch on fleek, yeah +Lil Uzi a beast, yeah (Yeah) +No more (No) +I don't want to play no more (No no no) +I don't want no heartbreak no more (Yeah) +I don't want to wait no more (Yeah) +Ayy, rocking shows (Huh?) +I might get a lake house with a boat (Yeah, yeah) +I might rock all white just like the Pope (Like the Pope) +I might rock all white just like the stove (Like the stove) +[Chorus] +That's just coke up in her nose, that ain't no boogie +Looking at that girl, I really shouldn't +Looking at that girl just like I wouldn't +Looking at that girl, and then I took it +Grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab it like I'm Tuddie (Ayy) +Nowadays I'm getting money, I don't worry +All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried +All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried + +[Refrain] +Yeah, uh +I won't speak, yeah +Red bottoms my feet, yeah +My bitch on fleek, yeah +Lil Uzi a beast, yeah +No more (Oh yeah) +I don't want to play no more (Oh yeah) +I don't want no heartbreak no more +I don't want to wait no more (Ooh, ooh) +Ayy, rocking shows (I was) +I might get a lake house with a boat (I was) +I might rock all white just like the Pope (I am) +I might rock all white just like the stove (I was) + +[Verse 2] +I don't know +Look, I'm only twenty-one, I don't know +Yeah, I don't know +You niggas nothing that I know, yeah +I was broke (I was broke) +I was just at home (Just at home) +Now I'm on the road (On the road) +Talking to Usher at The Grove (Yeah) +Rocking Balmains, these ain't Joe (Yeah) +When I'm in DC, they call me Moe (Yeah) +Always got the pedal to the floor (Skrr skrr) +I got everything up in the store (Lil Uzi, yeah) +[Chorus] +That's just coke up in her nose, that ain't no boogie (Yeah) +Yeah, looking at that girl, I know shouldn't (Huh?) +Yeah, looking at that girl, I know I wouldn't (Skrr) +Yeah, looking at that girl, and then I took it (Yeah, my god) +Grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab it like I'm Tuddie (Skrr) +Nowadays I'm getting money I don't worry (Yeah) +All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried (Huh, no way) +All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried (Yeah) + +[Verse 3] +And I swear it is my time (Whoa, sorry) +Make her roll weed all the time, yeah +And I mix that lean, ayy, and that lemon lime (No) +And I swear I wouldn't sweat you that much if you wasn't fine (Today) +Woo, then I made you mine (Shouldn't) +You always think I'm lying (Wouldn't) +Yeah, I ain't got time for the lying (Took it) +Girl, give me some time, yeah +I can change your life, yeah + +[Outro] +I shouldn't +I wouldn't +I took it +Yeah (Yeah) +Grab the wheel, grab the wh—, grab it like I'm Tu— +Nowadays I'm getting money I don't wo— +All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried +All my enemies and my opps, they getting buried, yeah20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Two®[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Kesha Lee] +GOAT (Yeah) +That's true +Yeah +Uzi, Uzi, not again +Uzi, wake your ass up + +[Chorus] +And I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power +I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (Yeah) +I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (Woah) +I ain't gon' lie (Chee) +I ain't gon' lie + +[Bridge] +Lil Uzi Vert (Chee) +Lil Uzi Vert +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah +And I just wanna let you know (Let you know) +I really, really wanna let you know +That I really don't give a fuck what nobody say about me (I don't) +'Cause you know, I'm the one (Yeah) +Yes, I'm the one that really started all this (GOAT, yeah) +And you know, I changed a lot of you niggas +In a matter of months, I raised a lot of you niggas (It's true) +[Verse 1] +They know I'm the one so it's no way they could stop it +Tried to run off with the swag, I put 'em in pocket (Yeah) +Told my main girl to stop it (Stop) +She saw me up in a picture, I thought they cropped it (Oh my God) +Damn, she think I popped it (Oh my God) +I will not give these bitches this dick, let them top it (Oh yeah) +Woah, we're ending that topic +In the industry with Dickies all on my Pac shit (Hey) + +[Chorus] +And I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?) +I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?) +I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?) +I ain't gon' lie (Huh, what you got? Huh, what you got?) +I ain't gon' lie (What you got?) + +[Post-Chorus] +Yeah, the famous life, it'll eat you up alive +It's a game, had to put my feelings to the side +(Put 'em to the side, ayy) +Yeah, the famous life, it'll eat you up alive +It's a game, had to put my feelings to the side + +[Verse 2] +Time's up, I check my watch every hour +All of my diamonds, they blinding +I can't fuck her, she a minor (Ayy) +Time's up, I check my watch every hour +All of my diamonds, they blinding +I can't fuck her, she a minor +Look for your bitch, you can't find her +I was the one right behind her (Yeah, yeah) +Talking that shit, you get tied up +Don't got enough? Get your grind up +The reason I got all these bitches and got all these diamonds +I can't make my mind up (Chee) +Mind up, she gave me head, gave that mind up +[Chorus] +And I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?) +I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?) +I ain't gon' lie, I got money and the power (What you got?) +I ain't gon' lie (What you got?) +Two39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +POP[Intro] +Straight bars +Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah (I'm working on dying) + +[Verse 1] +Got a bitch, yeah, she look so good +But on the real, she in denial +Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river +Look like I'm standing in the Nile +If you really didn't get the last line +Then your level on the brain of a child +Pay attention, better do the right thing +Or your pussy ass still workin' at Sal's + +[Chorus] +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah) +Man, she going dumb, she don't stop +Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock +Hellcat faster than your whip stock +So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got? +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah) +Man, she going dumb, she don't stop +Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock +Hellcat faster than your whip stock +So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got? (Yeah, let's go) +[Verse 2] +Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop +Pop that ass, pop that ass, do the dash +I be runnin' out of gas +Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags +I don't really cop nothin' at the mall +First time at the mall, copped it all +Said, "A hundred thousand," so I dropped it all +And that wasn't my whole bankroll +Body roll, waist roll, waist roll +Make a bitch do what I say so +Waist trained, got a bitch, taste just like ice cream +Read her text, she said, "Girl, I scream" +Shot a nigga with a 17 +Lil Uzi, yeah, I'm from the 16 +Got a million, no Christine +Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam +Lil' nigga but I'm doin' big things +You ain't ever seen a nigga this clean +Pants cost two K, big jeans +And my shoes cost like sixteen +Hunnid, nigga, that's just what I bleed +Turned a dead nigga to a blunt of weed +And that last boy taste like Reggie +'Cause I just lit up Philly +[Chorus] +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop +I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Let's go) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Let's go) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Let's go) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Let's go, let's go) +I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Uh-huh) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Ew) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah) + +[Verse 3] +Multi bitches +Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-grain on my granola bar +Got a multi, multi, bow tie when I rock my Dior +Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-million dollar deals (Let's go) +I'ma keep it real +Armstrong, marathon when I'm on a bike like my name Mill (Let's go, let's go, let's go) +I can make her kneel, beggin' on her knees +Beggin' me please, so she can see the deal +I ain't never lackin', I ain't never love her +Been alone from little boy so I don't need your opinion +I been gettin' money, nigga, I been gettin' plenty +I can fuck your bitch, make her bounce on a Bentley +I was on a Perky 30, she was on the Henny +Wait, she was fuckin' you, who? Your cousin Vinny? +That boy rat, he mouse, she Minnie +Fuckin' that bitch and now she tryna spin me +No, and this is no Iovine, not talkin' 'bout Jimmy +Kill these niggas every day like they Kenny +If you want money, back Crawford like Cindy +And if you want more, then you better get near me +I flex on my haters, pull up, threw a fifty +Yo' bitch on my dick and her breath smellin' minty +I went to the store and got me some Vetements +Some Pradas, Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' +I spend it all on that lil' bitch +Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' +Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' +Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' +I'm movin', I'm drippin', got sauce and I'm swaggin' +'Cause it easy with your bitch on me, no, you can't kiss me +[Chorus] +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah) +I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah) + +[Outro] +Pop, pop +I'm working on dying +Drop, drop +What the fuck? +Abducted34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Canadian Goose[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) +I said yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) +What I say? (Lil Uzi), um, yeah, yeah, yeah +That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw (Yeah, uh, uh) + +[Verse 1] +Woke up in the morning, brush my teeth, smack my bitch ass (Damn) +All I do is think about the cash (What?) +Yeah, what? Getting all this cash (Yeah) +Yeah, what? I'm two hundred on the dash (Ooh) +Yeah, Lil Uzi, ooh, I got hella groupies, ooh (What?) +Smokin' Backwoods, I don't fuck with doobies, ooh (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah, cuff the double plus 'cause I'm rockin' Ksubis, yeah (Ooh, what?) +I fuck with my same hoes, I don't trust these newbies (Yeah) +990, that's the New B's, yeah (Ooh, facts) +Smoked the boy like he is a loosie, yeah (Fah, fah, fah, fah) +On the Xan', hear a noise, I load it up (I load it up) + +[Chorus] +All these diamonds, ain't nobody cold as us (Bling, blaow) +Literally, I'm cold as fuck (Cold as what?) +Ayy, I need Canadian Goose, yeah (Huh?) +I need to get a Moncler, yeah (I do) +Diamonds so cold, need some soup, ayy (What?) +[Verse 2] +Driving around in a what? (Skrrt) +Saint Laurents all on my boots (Yeah, what?) +Saint Laurent all on my boo (Yeah) +Yeah, two thousand dollar a tooth (Ayy) +Lil Uzi, you is the truth (Ayy) +Lil Uzi, you is the truth, yeah (The truth) +If you think they took my chain, hey (Huh?) +Um, boy, you a fool, ayy (You're dumb) +I said, boy, you a fool, ayy +I just caught me a Mewtwo, ayy (Huh?) +Yeah, I just caught me a Mewtwo, ayy (I choose you) +Japanese girl stuck to me just like some glue, ayy (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +All these diamonds, ain't nobody cold as us (Bling, blaow) +Literally, I'm cold as fuck (Cold as what?) +Ayy, I need Canadian Goose, yeah (Huh?) +I need to get a Moncler, yeah (I do) +Diamonds so cold, need some soup, yeah (What?) + +[Verse 3] +Diamonds all on my teeth, so I barely can talk (I barely can talk) +Money all in my pockets, so I barely can walk +Yeah, (Ayy, ayy, ayy) diamonds, they shine in the dark (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +She from LA, but she live in New York (What? Yeah) +But I ain't worried 'bout that (Worried 'bout that), ayy, yeah +Worried 'bout bustin' them traps (Bustin' them traps), yeah, ayy +Lil Uzi, yeah, you know I be smokin' that pack (Yeah), yeah +If she gon' leave, you know that she comin' right back (She comin' right back), yeah +In a Cadillac, do a drive-by with a MAC(Drive-by with a MAC), yeah +When I walk in, none of these hoes can relax, yeah +When I walk in, know that I move with the racks (Ayy, yeah) +When I walk in, know that I move with the racks, yeah +Came right in, put my city on my back (Ayy, yeah) +But I'm still so relaxed on a Xanax, yeah +I don't care what you did, don't love you less, yeah +But it's still Margiela all on my vest, yeah +Uh, water cross on my neck, yeah +I just flew to the A, yeah +I might go to MIA, yeah +I ain't talkin' paper planes, yeah (What?) +On the block with all my chains, yeah (Yeah) +Got the money and the fame (Yeah) +You a lame, that's a shame +[Chorus] +All these diamonds, ain't nobody cold as us (Bling, blaow) +Literally, I'm cold as fuck (Cold as what? Fuck, yeah) +Ayy, I need Canadian Goose, yeah (Huh?) +I need to get a Moncler, yeah (I do) +Diamonds so cold, need some soup (Yeah) + +[Outro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy +Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (That be Maaly Raw) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, who? +Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, what? +Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, what? +Uh, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah56EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sasuke[Chorus] +I can make her left-right when she shake her ass cheeks (Woah) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Oh) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Uh) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah) +(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) +Yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke +This is not no Naruto, but I chop that like Sasuke +She keep tryna clean me up, but I just want that sloppy (It's lit) +Toppy, toppy (Beep), toppy (Beep, yeah), toppy (Beep) +On the opps' block, I'm the main fuckin' topic (Yeah) +Say you fucked my bitch, man, my latest is your top bitch (Check it out, bro) +Thought it was a chopper, but it only was a Glock switch (Bow, bow) +Glock switch, Glock switch (Brrt), Glock switch (Brrt), Glock switch (Brrt) +I just ran from 12 in Audi R8, this ain't stock shit (Skrrt) +I got so much blue, my pocket GS9, I'm on my hot shit (Yeah, woo) +Cancel all my shows so I just started on some stock shit (Money) +Watch this, watch this (Watch) +Watch this (Watch), watch this (Watch) +Baby, you ain't never drink no Wock', so you cannot diss (Wock') +I said I be in the trap, so I don't got to change my outfit (Trappin') +Man, we outchea, do the hit, then go in the house, bitch (Why?) +I can turn a thottie to a motherfuckin' house bitch (Thottie) +Sike, nah, I'm just playin', I just want to get the mouth, bitch (I'm just playin') +Come on now, just tell me, girl, if you're in or out, bitch (I'm just sayin') +You know I don't give no fucks, cut her off 'cause her outfit (Yeah, yeah) +I get my drip from that Chinatown (Woo) +I pulled up baby to chopstick (Chinatown) +You know that I'm good anywhere that I go +Like I pulled up with a compass (I'm good, babe) +I should've never started sippin' that drank again (What?) +That shit got me nauseous (What?) +Poppin' a Perky up right in my mouth +I'm fuckin' that bitch up like moshpits (Yeah) +All blue money, blue money, Benjamin, more +Stackin' my pocket up, hundreds (Stackin' up money) +Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy more +Gaultier on me, too baggy (Givenchy, Givenchy, let's go) +Get the words out the way, I gotta go +Runnin' the game like a track meet (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Go on, lil' nigga, just get all your dough +I gotta keep this shit classy (Uh, classy) +[Chorus] +I can make her left-right when she shake her ass cheeks (Shake her ass) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah) +Yeah, she's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah) +She's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah) +She's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah) +She's so nasty (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +You ain't like me (Like) +Then don't jack me, yeah (Then don't jack me) +Pull up, new coupe (Pull up, new coupe) +Fuck the back seat (Fuck the back seat) +I'm way in the front (The front, front) +You don't pass me (In the back, me) +Man, these niggas fake (Fake, these niggas fake) +Call them Jassie (Call them Jassie) +I don't envy (Envy) +I just get cheese (I just get cheese) +I don't envy (Envy, yeah) +I just get cheese (I just get cheese, money) +Don't do thirties (No thirties) +At least fifties (Don't do thirties, grrah) +I got big cheese (I got big cheese) +Yeah, frog-eye Bentley (Frog-eye Bentley, brr) +(Ayy, Brandon, man why you do that?) +Frog-eye Bentley (Yeah) +Frog-eye Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Frog-eye Bentley (Yeah) +Frog-eye Bentley (Yeah) +Brandon finessed on the beat, but I just did a city (Yeah) +I'm the only one in the army (The only one, yeah) +I had to just get them niggas off me (Get 'em off, yeah) +I ain't touch 'em, nigga, I used all feet (Yeah) +She just wanna suck it 'til her nose bleed (Suck it, suck it), yeah +She sat on my dick like she had no seat, yeah +She gon' suck it up like she got no teeth, yeah (Uh) +I'ma fuck it all like she got no feet (Fuck it all, fuck it all) +Yeah, niggas hatin', but they know that I am OD, yeah +Laughin' at them 'cause I'm richer than your OG (G, woo, yeah) +She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Suck it all, yeah) +She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Yeah, yeah) +She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Yeah) +She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Beep, beep, yeah) +She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Beep, beep, yeah) +She just wanna suck it 'til her nose bleed (Beep, yeah) +She gon' suck it all like she got no teeth (Yeah) +She just wanna suck it 'til her nose bleed (Brrat, yeah) +Yeah, Sasuke, Sasuke +Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke (Woah) +This is not no Naruto, but I chop that like Sasuke +Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke (Let's go, yeah) +[Chorus] +I can make her left-right when she shake her ass cheeks (Shake her ass) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah) +Yeah, she's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah) +She's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah) +She's so nasty (She's so nasty, yeah) +Yeah, she's so nasty (Yeah) +She's so nasty (Yeah)41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hi Roller[Intro] +That be Maaly Raw (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Wake up every day, know that I am blessed, yeah (Yeah) +Countin' up my cake, gettin' all them checks, yeah (What?) +Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just tryna flex, yeah (Skrrt) +Why you wanna hate? (Why?) You do it the best (Yeah) +I'm a high roller (What?), yeah +You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah +You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah +You know I'm a high roller (Huh?), yeah (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Drive it like I stole it (Skrrt, skrrt) +Double park it, bitch, you better not tow it (Don't touch my shit), yeah, yeah +Please show me, um, my opponent (Yeah) +I said please show me, um, my opponent, yeah, uh +I'm so young, I could fuck on your niece (Yeah) +Ooh, walk on your knees (Huh?) +Drive that car and that bitch ain't no lease (Skrrt) +Ooh, I am a beast (Yeah) +Look at my pockets, they so obese (Damn) +Yeah, they so obese (Hey) +I eat up and I just had a feast (Yeah, vroom) +Yeah, Yeezy my feet (Woo) +I put Louis V, Don C my wrists (Woo) +Ferragamo, that's all on my wrist (Woo) +I know that girl can really suck dick (Yeah) +'Cause she talk to me right with a lisp (Yeah) +I pour lean up, right, that's so crisp (Yeah) +Yeah, um, she suck like a tick (Yeah) +I got paper, nigga, and you know it (Huh) +I swear to God, I really can't miss (What) +I make hits, yeah, I really can't miss (What) +Even if I miss, that shit a hit (Yeah) +Stack my money then watch as it flip (Yeah) +Spend my money then do it again (Yeah) +[Refrain] +Yeah, woo, I swear, that girl, she a ten (Huh) +Yeah, keep her around, I swear, that girl, she a gem +Yeah, before I was on, yeah, fucked on the twins (Yeah) +Yeah, before I was on, yeah, fucked on the twins +Yeah, Raf Simons, Rick Owens, little Phillip Lim (Damn) +Yeah, she said she ain't want me so I fucked her friend (Yeah) +Yeah, open up my mouth, white diamonds when I grin (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I am not from this Earth like Invader Zim (What) +Yeah, nowadays, I am on, everybody kin (Yeah) +Yeah, walk around with my Barbie like I am Ken (Yeah) +Yeah, every day adventure time, feelin' like I'm Finn (Where's Jake?) +Yeah, I might just put some diamonds all on my wrist (Wow) +Yeah, every bitch in my face, don't give 'em kiss (What?) +Yeah, boy, you hate 'cause you can't live your life like this (Yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus] +Wake up every day, know that I am blessed, yeah (Yeah) +Countin' up my cake, gettin' all them checks, yeah (What?) +Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just tryna flex, yeah (Skrrt) +Why you wanna hate? (Why?) You do it the best (Yeah) +I'm a high roller (What?), yeah +You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah +You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah +You know I'm a high roller (Huh), yeah (Yeah) +[Refrain] +Yeah, woo, I swear that girl, she a ten (Huh?) +Yeah, keep her around (Ooh), I swear that girl she a gem (Yeah) +Yeah, before I was on, yeah, fucked on the twins (Yeah) +Yeah, before I was on, yeah, fucked on the twins +Yeah, Raf Simons, Rick Owens, little Phillip Lim (Damn) +Yeah, she said she ain't want me so I fucked her friend (Yeah) +Yeah, open up my mouth white diamonds when I grin (Yeah) + +[Verse 3] +Yeah, Goyard bag cost more than your rent (Yeah) +Yeah, Goyard wallet cost more than your Gucci (What?) +Yeah, put my baby girl in Pharrell Moncler, she bougie (Yeah) +Yeah, boy, I'm cool, everybody know you a shoobie (Yeah) +Yeah, nowadays I can't even go to the movies (Yeah) +Yeah, moodswing, moodswing, girl, you gon' lose me (Hi Maaly) +Yeah, moodswing, moodswing, girl, you gon' lose me (Yeah) +Yeah, same thing over and over, girl, you can't fool me (Yeah) +Yeah, same thing over and over, girl, you can't fool me (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Wake up every day, know that I am blessed, yeah (Yeah) +Countin' up my cake, gettin' all them checks, yeah (What?) +Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just tryna flex, yeah (Skrrt) +Why you wanna hate? (Why?) You do it the best (Yeah) +I'm a high roller (What), yeah +You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah +You know I'm a high roller (Yeah), yeah +You know I'm a high roller (Huh), yeah (Yeah)36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Seven Million[Intro: Future] +You see I'm drippin' in baguettes, hey +You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey +You see me drippin' doin' the flex, hey +(T-T-T-T-Trenchwerk) + +[Chorus: Future] +You see me flexin' on your bitch, don't forget about me +You see I'm drippin' on your bitch, you can't forget about me +You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey +You see I'm flexin' on your bitch, hey +You see I'm flexin' VVSs, don't forget about me +You see I'm drippin' VVS, they can't forget about me +You know I'm flexin' on a bitch, hey +You know I'm flexin' on your clique +Say + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Girl, you're cool but you know, I could find a better you +Feelings ain't changed but you might need somethin' new +Yeah, might need a better dude +Louis Vuitton, the Gabbana, Prada, the better shoes + +[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert] +Put my pedal to the floor +Uh, yeah, make it roar +Pull up, skrrt, 'Ventador +Jump out, uh, lift my door +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +And that bitch kinda hard to handle +Chop it, flip it, move it out the bando +Pull up in a Bentley, foreign cars are random +Matter of fact, I probably want the Phantom, yeah + +[Chorus: Future] +You see me flexin' on your bitch, don't forget about me +You see I'm drippin' on your bitch, you can't forget about me +You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey +You see I'm flexin' on your bitch, hey +You see I'm flexin' VVSs, don't forget about me +You see I'm drippin' VVS, they can't forget about me +You know I'm flexin' on a bitch, hey +You know I'm flexin' on your clique +Say + +[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert] +Put my pedal to the floor +Uh, yeah, make it roar +Pull up, skrrt, 'Ventador +Jump out, uh, lift my door + +[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] +Know I'm flexin' on your clique +Blink of a eye, know that I would take your bitch +I cannot lie, I cannot live life like this +'Cause if I lie then I know it is not real, yeah +You can't forget +Baby, please, don't forget about me +Yeah, she saw my Rollie won't forget about me +Addicted to my flexin', now can't live without me +[Chorus: Future] +You see me flexin' on your bitch, don't forget about me +You see I'm drippin' on your bitch, you can't forget about me +You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey +You see I'm flexin' on your bitch, hey +You see I'm flexin' VVSs, don't forget about me +You see I'm drippin' VVS, they can't forget about me +You know I'm flexin' on a bitch, hey +You know I'm flexin' on your clique +Say + +[Outro: Future] +You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey +You see I'm drippin' them baguettes, hey +You see I'm drippin' VVS, hey +You see I'm drippin' them baguettes, hey20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +For Real[Intro] +Damn, DJ Plugg, you just kill— +Bobby Kritical + +[Verse 1] +For real, for real, for real, yeah +Sleep on 'em, that's Tempur-Pedic +Get the green like it's kale, pockets, they fat just like Kenan +Told her I love her, ain't mean it (What?), that's because her head the meanest (What?) +You heard that I am from Mars, I heard that you was from Venus (Okay) +I met that bitch in a meeting (Ooh), I fucked that bitch from the meeting (Ooh) +I been was planning to leave her (Ooh), so I just left it to Jesus +Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, Lil Vert, like Gerald (Damn) +Told that girl to cheer up, fucking that girl 'til she tear up +Heard you fucked her, she embarrassed +Heard your whip Gary Barbara (Eww) +Wait, for real? For real? For real? +Diamonds, they wet like a seal, diamonds wet like Navy Seal +Heard you drink lean, crack the seal, everybody know, it ain't real + +[Chorus] +You know I kept it for real, walk around with it for real +You wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real +All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's +Yeah, that's for real, for real, for real +You know I kept it for real, walk around with it for real +You wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real +All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's +Yeah, that's for real, for real, for real +[Verse 2] +Won't say no names, but my niggas, they pulled up +You niggas talk too much, get your mouth sewed up (Yeah) +Look at my chain, throwing salt 'cause it's snowing +Vivienne West but my fur lookin' polar +My Gosha from Dover, I drive in the Rover +Homie don't know me, don't get in my moment +All that sneak dissing, don't think that I ain't noticed +I lift my door and I forgot to close it +Boy, better keep it sealed (Huh), fuck around, get killed (Yeah) +Fuck around, get drilled, cut your hands if you steal (Damn) +Whip it up like a meal, I just made me a mil' (Yup) +Money jumping out my pocket, tucking bands in my belt +Stop calling my phone, leave me alone +I'm on TV with the VVs so I 3-D'd my stones, yeah +We really don't get along, she anemic, I'm more chill +Had to keep this shit for real, all the way to the beat build, yeah + +[Chorus] +You know I kept it for real, walk around with it for real +You wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real +All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's +Yeah, that's for real, for real, for real +You know I kept it for real, walk around with it for real +You wanna bet if my money for real, for real? For real +All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's +Yeah, that's for real, for real, for real +[Outro] +My diamonds real +For real, for real, for real35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Homecoming[Chorus] +I got one girl from Philly, I think her name Nicki +And I fuck with Nicki 'cause she not too picky +And she not too choosy, but sometimes she bougie +I play with her kitty until it get sticky +I'm movin' the bitch just like an alien +Chop with a fifty, my Uzi Israeli +See, I turned to the boss, can't deal with no middleman +Anthony Davis, don't deal with the Pelicans (What?) +Straight out the mud, we got that work that turn you to the Grudge +Leave you slime like a snail, you get hit with these slugs +I say how I feel and I do what I want +And not just because it is what it was +I'm high like a bird, man, but don't got no Lugz +Know you heard what I said, got this shit out the mud +I'm not in these streets, I'm just close with the plug +I just saw his mother, I gave her a hug + +[Verse 1] +If you talkin' 'bout the work, nigga, just hide that, supply that +Stuff a hundred rounds in the compact, contact +I probably fucked the bitch from your hometown projects +Opened up her mouth, put my dick all inside that +She don't get high, but she geeked off the contact +That's why I'll never, ever, ever keep in contact (Yeah) +Just closed case, so a nigga can't find that, baby, where your mind at? +Come here, girl, sign that, matter fact, oh, never mind then +Front door, find that after the climax +And she screamin' my name every time we behind it +When I heard the door, get up, baby, where my nine at? +Water on my neck, 3D like it's IMAX (Water) +Diamonds turned a bird to a goddamn blind bat +Ass so fat that I got to hit beside that +Heard a nigga put his Lamb' trucks on finance (Finance) +Woah (No, no, no), y'all niggas insane +No, we're not the same, I'm more like a big body (Skrrt), you like a Range +These niggas, they frauds, they repping my gang (Vroom) +Like, what's up with that? (No, for real) +I just pulled up Maybach, yeah, and that shit all matte black, yeah +[Chorus] +I got one girl from Philly, I think her name Nicki +And I fuck with Nicki 'cause she not too picky +And she not too choosy, but sometimes she bougie +I play with her kitty until it get sticky +I'm movin' the bitch just like an alien +Chop with a fifty, my Uzi Israeli +See, I turned to the boss, can't deal with no middleman +Anthony Davis, don't deal with the Pelicans (What?) +Straight out the mud, we got that work that turn you to the Grudge +Leave you slime like a snail, you get hit with these slugs +I say how I feel and I do what I want +And not just because it is what it was +I'm high like a bird, man, but don't got no Lugz +Know you heard what I said, got this shit out the mud +I'm not in these streets, I'm just close with the plug +I just saw his mother, I gave her a hug + +[Interlude] +(Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah (Drip so hard), it's Lil Uzi Vert +Uh, woah (Made it rain in this bitch), it's Lil Uzi Vert +I got on my Chrome Hearts (Yeah, yeah) +One, two, three, let's go (It's Lil Uzi Vert) + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, ever since Clifford, yeah, Uzi been the big dog +Drippin' in this Ragu, you know I got the big sauce +Every outfit, yeah, I gotta get the pic' off +Said I know, I know you gon' return to the big boss +Ran this shit back like a motherfuckin' kickoff +(I just ran this shit back like a motherfuckin' kickoff) +Forty-five-hundred for some Margiela kick-offs +Got the yellow diamond Patek on my wrist, too pissed off +Laughin' to the bank, it's funny (Ha-ha) +Go get you some, go get your own money +Hold on, I got you with some loan money +No, matter fact, you ain't help me when I had no money +Three-hundred thousand, yeah, that's your money +Twenty more million, that's tour money +If you fuck me good, that's your money (Woah) +[Chorus] +I got one girl from Philly, I think her name Nicki +And I fuck with Nicki 'cause she not too picky +And she not too choosy but sometimes she bougie +I play with her kitty until it get sticky +I'm movin' the bitch just like an alien +Chop with a fifty, my Uzi Israeli +See, I turned to the boss, can't deal with no middleman +Anthony Davis, don't deal with the Pelicans +Straight out the mud, we got that work that turn you to the Grudge +Leave you slime like a snail, you get hit with these slugs +I say how I feel and I do what I want +And not just because it is what it was +I'm high like a bird, man, but don't got no Lugz +Know you heard what I said, got this shit out the mud +I'm not in these streets, I'm just close with the plug +I just saw his mother, I gave her a hug + +[Outro] +I just bought the Maybach, yeah +And that shit all matte black, yeah (All matte black) +I just bought the Maybach, yeah +And that shit all matte black, yeah +And that shit all matte black, yeah +Wait, what the fu— +Why am I strapped in? +Wait, I just gotta hit this button, I'm— +I'm out29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Sorry[Intro] +You keep calling me like I really wanna be messin' with, like— (Sorry if my words messed up your��head) +I done told you I was sorry, I don't always mean it, but I said it just to shut you up 'cause you trippin' +Damn (You think that you're better off dead), Lil Uzi Vert, yeah + +[Chorus] +And I'm sorry for everything I ever said, yeah +I'm sorry if you were misled, yeah +And I'm sorry if my words messed with your head, yeah +You think that you're better off dead, yeah (Woah) +She caught me acting all sad, damn +Everything bad, damn +That's why you can't fuck with fans, damn +This not in the plan, damn +I am so high I can't land now +So I'm basically sent by the man now +I'ma just do what I can now +From my existence, this girl is banned now + +[Verse 1] +Told that girl I won't be in no jam now +Ain't no way you can, um, have my baby (Have my baby) +Told that girl that she acting too crazy (What?) +She want me 'cause I'm driving Mercedes (Skrrt) +Well, it's Maybach, so this is too different (Vyoom) +She like the way that my rims be sitting (Yeah) +She like the way my bass, it be hitting (Let's go) +She looked at me, her lips she keep licking +I had to ice out my Rollie (Woah) +I drive my whip like it's stolen (Like it's stolen) +She thought I was gon' say "Get in" +But everything in life is written (Woah) +My Balmain jeans barely fitting +She do anything just to fit in +Oh my gosh, she start to lickin' +I like to play with her kitten +My boys just came home +It is no reason to risk him +I'm the one that get the stick in (Bow) +Say my diamonds too big can't get wrist in (Yeah) +You don't hear me, better listen +Stand on my money, I'm tall as Pippen (Yeah) +I'm sorry I'm tryna pitch in (What?) +I'm so sorry that I'm tryna fix him (What?) +[Chorus] +And I'm sorry for everything I ever said, yeah +I'm sorry if you were misled, yeah +And I'm sorry if my words messed with your head, yeah +You think that you're better off dead, yeah (Woah) +She caught me acting all sad, damn +Everything bad, damn +That's why you can't fuck with fans, damn +This not in the plan, damn +I am so high I can't land now +So I'm basically sent by the man now (Let's go) +I'ma just do what I can now +From my existence, this girl is banned now (Let's go) + +[Verse 2] +You is too bad for my brain, you is too bad for my memory (Bad for my memory) +But I love when you give brain, I swear that's my only memory (My only memory) +Everything that you say I did, but I swear not a sin in me (It's not a sin in me) +Every time that you went out, you always linked up with a frenemy (Wait, what?) +Girl, I saw you with the opps, you is not family, no kin to me (Damn) +I swear that shit, it need to stop, I am too numb, it ain't killing me (No) +Matter of fact, you can do what you want (You want) +Okay, shut up, are you done? (Be quiet) +I'm not falling for that, I'm not dumb (No) +You the one, I'm not the one that's sprung (Yeah) +You the one, I'm not the one that's up (Yeah) +Drowning all my sorrows up in rum (Rum) +I'ma count this money with my thumb (Thumb) +I can make that girl cry 'til she cum (Cum) +I remember she said I was nothing, yeah +Now she's bussing, yeah (Yeah) +My life faulty, yeah +I'm unlucky, yeah +[Chorus] +And I'm sorry for everything I ever said, yeah +I'm sorry if you were misled, yeah +And I'm sorry if my words messed with your head, yeah +You think that you're better off dead, yeah (Woah) +She caught me acting all sad, damn +Everything bad, damn +That's why you can't fuck with fans, damn (Woah) +This not in the plan, damn +I am so high I can't land now +So I'm basically sent by the man now (By the man) +I'ma just do what I can now +From my existence, this girl is banned now + +[Outro] +She is banned, damn +She is banned, damn +She is banned, damn +Don't call my phone at all +No, for real, for real +Don't call me no more, like for real21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Feelings Mutual[Intro] +And I want you to know something very important before I even start this song +Something very important before I even start this song +I can't feel no more (Feel), no +I can't feel no more (Feel) +I told myself that I wasn't gonna pop no pills no more, no +I can't feel no more (Feel) +I can't + +[Chorus] +I can't feel, no +I can't feel, I can't feel (Yeah) +I can't feel, my body's numb +Maybe 'cause I am so hurt (Yeah) +I feel the pain in the rain (Huh?) +Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth) +Not my first merry-go-round +Not my first merry-go-round, yeah (Chee) +Living life just with a curse (Huh?), before I go in a hearse (Chee) +Told you that I love you first +Told you that I love you first, ooh +Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah) +I took you out of those fur boots + +[Verse 1] +Back then I saw no one but you +Gave you my racks and I splurged too +Calling my phone and I curved you (Yeah) +Hope this song really don't hurt you +AP froze (What?), time so slow, yeah, hit reverse (Yeah) +Margiela all on my coat (Coat) +Got buttons, but leaving it open (Open) +So they can all see my shirt (My shirt), Rick Owens all on my shirt (My shirt) +I can't believe I made it out the dirt +That was back then when my pockets was hurtin' +Pockets so stuffed that them shits still be hurtin' +Walk with the Goyard, they say its a purse +Louis scarf, on me it look like a curtain (Yeah) +My main girl a doctor, my side girl a nurse +They keep on talkin' (Why?) +They keep on talkin' (They hatin') +All these girls up in the club, why you lookin' at Vert? (Why?) +I am not worried because when my niggas come, they gonna need a white curtain (Yeah) +Your boyfriend hate my Bad and Boujee verse +She gave me head so I called her a nerd +[Chorus] +I can't feel, no +I can't feel, I can't feel (Yeah) +I can't feel, my body's numb +Maybe 'cause I am so hurt (Yeah) +I feel the pain in the rain (Huh?) +Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth) +Not my first merry-go-round +Not my first merry-go-round, yeah (Chee) +Living life just with a curse (Huh?), before I go in a hearse (Chee) +Told you that I love you first +Told you that I love you first, ooh +Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah) +I took you out of those fur boots + +[Verse 2] +I'm doing fine now (Yeah), I'm doing fine now +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +No, girl, don't make a sound +You don't wan' argue 'bout body count (No) +You don't wan' talk about body count +You don't wan' talk about body count +What is all this fighting all about? +It's still bodies that I'm finding out (Yeah) +It's still bodies I don't know about (Huh?) +So many bodies like a murder trial +Used to say that it's word of mouth +But I love you so you're bondin' out +But I love you so you're bondin' out (Yeah) +Grandma and Mom love you now +I'm so high, I ain't comin' down (Oh, talk to 'em) +I'm so high, I ain't comin' down +I'm so high, I ain't comin' down +Hate me then, but they love me now (Yeah, talk to 'em) +Love me then, but they hate me now +It don't matter, got the paper now +I'm so numb +[Chorus] +I can't feel, no +I can't feel, I can't feel (Yeah) +I can't feel, my body's numb +Maybe 'cause I am so hurt (Yeah) +I feel the pain in the rain (Huh?) +Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth) +Not my first merry-go-round +Not my first merry-go-round, yeah (Chee) +Living life just with a curse (Huh?), before I go in a hearse (Chee) +Told you that I love you first +Told you that I love you first, ooh +Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah) +I took you out of those fur boots + +[Outro] +I'm doing fine now (Yeah), I'm doing fine now +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +I'm doing fine now (Yeah), I'm doing fine now +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +No, I do not need nobody now (No) +I can't feel33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Super Saiyan[Verse 1] +Have you ever made a million dollars with your talent? (Have you?) +Have you ever fucked a bitch, ass so fat, lose your balance? (Have you?) +All these bitches washed up, all they pussy got that mileage (Ew) +I been getting money, on the Lambo, put that mileage (Damn) +My jewelry on gleam, yeah +Your bitch on my team, yeah (Ooh) +Put my dick all in her, yeah (Ooh) +Your bitch gonna cream, yeah (Ooh) +Your girl give me head, yeah +Kinda like oil sheen, yeah +This bitch, she is upset +Said my dick game mean, yeah (What?) + +[Chorus] +Don't try me, yeah +Clip-on limousine, yeah +Drinkin' lean, yeah +Promethazine, yeah +In a dream, yeah +Thinkin' 'bout codeine, yeah (Codeine?) +Chop it like I'm in the matrix +Ayy, Balmain pocket, extra cake in (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Ayy, that bitch, she said that she waitin' (Yeah) +Ayy, Lil Uzi go Super Saiyan +Ayy, that bitch, she told me she taken (Yeah) +Ayy, I still fuck her and she take it (What?) +Ayy, most of these bitches be triflin' (Yeah) +Ayy, none of these bitches I'm wifin' (No) +Ayy, my main bitch, I swear she dykin' (No) +Ayy, most of these bitches, one night 'em (Skrt) +Ayy, hit that bitch like I'm a Viking (Ooh) +Ayy, drinking that purple like Viking (Ooh) +Ayy, one, two, three, four, five, I pint it (Ooh) +Ayy, fuck with that chasers, dirt bike it (Ooh) +Ayy, readin' her mind like I'm psychic (Ooh) +Ayy, I am a Leo like lion (Ooh) +Ayy, better than me then he lyin' (Yeah) +Ayy, money older than Joe Biden (Ooh) +Ayy, swervin' around in a Rover (Damn) +Ayy, that bitch, it came with a chauffeur (Damn) +Ayy, my .45 don't got no holster (Damn) +Ayy, don't got that gun then I poke you (Yeah) +Ayy, my chain so tight like a choker (What?) +Ayy, dick in her throat, now it choke her (Damn) +Ayy, I am so crazy like Joker (What?) +Ayy, my brother whippin' that soda (What?) +Ayy, tell that bitch I got that boat (I do) +Ayy, she say that pussy like motor (Damn) +Ayy, I might give that titty motor (Motorboat) +Ayy, told that bitch "Drink a mimosa" (Yeah) +Ayy, I do not feel like Barbosa (Woo) +Ayy, I ball like I am Barbosa (Swish) +Ayy, I feel like I'm Danny Glover (Yeah) +Ayy, no, I really do not love her (No I don't, no I don't) +Ayy, them niggas over there suckers (Suckers) +Ayy, most of them niggas be busters (They busters) +Ayy, my Glock 10, it'll just bust ya (Yeah) +Ayy, she treat my dick like a sucker (Damn) +Ayy, I might just knuck if you buck ya (Buck) +Ayy, if you survive then you lucky (You lucky) +Ayy, pockets, they gettin' so pudgy +Ayy, everything about the money (Yeah) +Ayy +[Chorus] +Don't try me, yeah +Clip-on limousine, yeah +Drinkin' lean, yeah +Promethazine, yeah +In a dream, yeah +Thinkin' 'bout codeine, yeah +Chop it like I'm in the matrix +Ayy, Balmain pocket, extra cake in +Ayy55EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lotus[Intro: Matt OX] +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +(I'm working on dying) + +[Verse 1] +Bro got the 9, I got the 4 tucked (4 tucked) +Niggas wanna keep talkin', they gotta show us (Gotta show us) +Pull up in a Rolls same color as pour-up (Woah) +Told her bend right over, do the toe-touch (Lean) + +[Pre-Chorus] +Aventador, my doors, I lift 'em like, "Sure 'nough" (Skrrt) +I pull up in a Lam', this not a Lotus (Vroom) +I see my opps again, I gotta load up +I got a demon in my engine, I did a donut (Skrrt) + +[Chorus] +Oh no, no, no, not you again +Baby girl, yeah, you a ten +On the real, yeah, you a ten +But you cannot pay your rent +Got her rubbin' on my skin +Sing to her like Boyz II Men +Tired of her, give her to my friend +Then I proceed to her twin (Okay) +[Verse 2] +This a UZI, not a MAC, I got no pin +I bet you couldn't tell the difference and that girl a gem (A gem) +Gucci pants come out the Gucci store, come with a hem (Hem) +My pants, they so tight, don't know if they for her or him (Him) +Niggas want my style, I got some swag that you can lend (Lend) +Balenciaga with the Prada, still rock Phillip Lim (Uh) +Louis bandana tied around my chin (Damn) +Gosha socks, them bitches pulled up all the way to my shin (Damn) +Yes, I'm off a 30, psych, nah, I just took three 10s +We rock spinners, we rock spinners on my rims (Uh) +You sucker niggas do anything cause y'all wanna win (Uh) +Oh, no, no, I won't fold, I won't bend + +[Pre-Chorus] +Aventador, my doors, I lift 'em like, "Sure 'nough" (Skrrt) +I pull up in a Lam', this not a Lotus (Vroom) +I see my opps again, I gotta load up +I got a demon in my engine, I did a donut (Skrrt) + +[Chorus] +Oh no, no, no, not you again +Baby girl, yeah, you a ten +On the real, yeah, you a ten +But you cannot pay your rent +Got her rubbin' on my skin +Sing to her like Boyz II Men +Tired of her, give her to my friend +Then I proceed to her twin (Lil Uzi) +[Verse 3] +No, I don't drink lean, but pour that four up (Four up) +I get so high that I might throw up (Ayy, ayy) +They keep judging me, but I'm like so what? (What, so?) +Yeah, let's get geeked, girl, let's load up (Ayy) +I bet these niggas never thought I'd blow up (Ayy) +Yeah, so much check but I get more bucks (Woah) +That nigga mad because his bitch still chose us (Chose us) +I got her tweakin' on the six, she goin' nuts (Go dumb, go dumb, go dumb) +Yeah, she goin' nuts (Go dumb, go dumb, go dumb, go dumb, go dumb) +She said "How the diamonds on your neck so polar?" (Ooh, ooh) +Baby, my ice on my neck can't get no colder (Burr) +And I'm from outer space, top of my Wraith so solar (Burr) + +[Pre-Chorus] +Aventador, my doors, I lift 'em like, "Sure 'nough" (What?) +I pull up in a Lam', this not a Lotus +I see my opps again, I gotta load up (Fire) +I got a demon in my engine, I did a donut (Skrrt) + +[Chorus] +Oh no, no, no, not you again +Baby girl, yeah, you a ten +On the real, yeah, you a ten +But you cannot pay your rent (No, no) +Got her rubbin' on my skin +Sing to her like Boyz II Men (Yeah, yeah) +Tired of her, give her to my friend +Then I proceed to her twin26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +UnFazed[Intro: The Weeknd] +Uh, yeah + +[Chorus: The Weeknd, Lil Uzi Vert & NAV] +I'm unfazed (Woah), I'm unfazed (Woah) +I'm unfazed (Woah), I'm unfazed (Woah) +I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed +I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed +I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah) +I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Woah, yeah, woah, yeah) +I'm unfazed (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Woah, yeah) +I'm unfazed (Oh, yeah), I'm unfazed (Oh, woah, yeah) + +[Verse 1: The Weeknd & Lil Uzi Vert] +Turn that girl into a bad bitch +Turn that girl into a savage +And you might think she's outstandin' +Make that girl go through practice +Take three Xannies like a hat trick +Take another pill for that magic +These models 'bout to get ratchet (Ooh yeah) +These models 'bout to get ratchet +Give a fuck about what a source say +Don't attach me to your name +A-all they wanted was more fame +All they wanted was more fame +And you were always a distraction +It was never gonna last, and they will always be the past +And they just tryna get reactions from me (Woah) +[Chorus: The Weeknd, Lil Uzi Vert & NAV] +I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah) +I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Oh, oh) +I'm unfazed (Oh, oh), I'm unfazed +I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah) +I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah) +I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed (Oh, oh) +I'm unfazed (Oh, oh), I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +I make it rain, you can have it (Woah) +I make it disappear like magic (Woah) +I, I met that girl right at Magic +Left with her and a big back-end +She slippery, losin' traction +You keep listenin' to your mad friends +Your last old enough be my dad's friend +So that guy to me he a has-been +I took his girl, yeah that's Bogart (Woah) +I fuck that girl like a pornstar (Woah) +Yeah, it's Starboy and a born star +Pull up every which way in foreign cars (Woah, skrrt, vroom) +Man, these broads so fake (So fake) +Mistakes, time to part ways +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you can keep it (You can keep it) +You say you're real, what's the meanin'? (What's the meanin'?) +Countin' Washingtons, this Gilbert Arenas (That's Arenas) +Hit it twice to let her know I really mean it (I really mean it, woah, woah) +[Chorus: The Weeknd, Lil Uzi Vert & NAV] +I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah) +I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Oh, oh) +I'm unfazed (Oh, oh), I'm unfazed +I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah) +I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed, ooh, yeah (Woah, yeah) +I'm unfazed (Woah, yeah), I'm unfazed (Oh, oh) +I'm unfazed (Oh, oh), I'm unfazed, I'm unfazed (Woo)31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How to Talk[Intro: DreamDoll] +And you didn't come here for me, let's talk about it +'Cause if you would have came here for me, that would've been planned +You would've put me on +You ain't say, "Oh I'm coming this day, I'm coming that" +You sit here and you tell me one thing and you always do another +'Cause, cause let me know, let me... let me tell you why +'Cause you're not a man of your word +That's - that's the reason why. So let's talk about it +Oh, you come here for nothing +No, you came here for what? +Whatever you came here for +So, whatever +You have no type of communication at all +So get up out my comments + +[Chorus] +Talk to me nice (Skrrt) +Talk to me nice (Whatever) +Talk to me nice (Mhm) +Know I'm gon' ball yeah +No way I could fall, yeah (What?) +They predicted next fall yeah (What?) +Look at them, like, "Aw yeah" (No way) +Talk to me (Whoo) +Talk to me nice (Lil Uzi) +Talk to me nice (Uh-huh) +Talk to me nice (Come on) +Or don't talk to me at all, yeah (Nope) +On the way, one call yeah (Yeah) +Count it up and it's all there (Yeah) +Water hittin' look like small tears (Yeah) +[Verse 1] +Told her talk to me nice (Talk to me) +Talk to me nice (Woo) +I say it once (Mm), I won't say it twice (Twice) +Okay might say it twice (Ooh), because I'm kinda high (Ooh) +Even though I'm so evil (Uh), I still look at the sky +And I ask why +Why I treat her like my dog, yeah +We supposed to be all here (Aw, yuh) +She got different color long hair +Pull up coupe, two small chairs (Skrrt) +Took that girl right in the club (Yuh) +Felt the booty and it's all there +So smooth so its all nair +Heard she talk to a ball player (What?), It's cool +Heard she talk to a ball player, but you know I keep it all player +And I heard he ain't a star player +I'm not worried, I'm a heartbreaker +I'm in outer space, on Mars faded +I'm not tryna make it R-rated (Yuh) +But my niggas look like Darth Vader (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy) +Ohh, ohh + +[Chorus] +Talk to me nice (Skrrt) +Talk to me nice (Whatever) +Talk to me nice (Mhm) +Know I'm gon' ball yeah +No way I could fall, yeah (What?) +They predicted next fall yeah (What?) +Look at them, like, "Aw yeah" (No way) +Talk to me (Woo) +Talk to me nice (Lil Uzi) +Talk to me nice (Uh-huh) +Talk to me nice (Come on) +Or don't talk to me at all, yeah (Nope) +On the way, one call yeah (Yeah) +Count it up and it's all there (Yeah) +Water hittin' look like small tears (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +I was in a dream (Whoo) +Yeah I used to dream (Yup) +I was all a dream (Duh) +Now I'm in reality, don't need those +Fantasy, what I see, sleep when I'm woke (Yuh) +Real ones can't die (Lil Uzi), only multiply (Yup) +I know something it ain't right (Ooh), how you put me to the side? (Gee) +When I called your phone, yeah, you said I was lyin' (Lyin'?) +How am I lyin'? (What) I just pulled up to my show (Yuh) +I'm still on the grind +Heard you got a chauffeur (Heard dat, woo) +(Lil' Uzi, Lil' Uzi, Lil' Uzi, Lil' Uzi) +Talk to me nice, (I heard that) talk to me nice (Ya heard) +Heard she a Doll when she mad, why I flood her all in ice (Skrrt) +Ride it like a bike, bust me like a Sprite +Load up the jet for New York tonight + +[Chorus] +Talk to me nice (Skrrt) +Talk to me nice (Whatever) +Talk to me nice (Mhm) +Know I'm gon' ball yeah +No way I could fall, yeah (What?) +They predicted next fall yeah (What?) +Look at them, like, "Aw yeah" (No way) +Talk to me (Whoo) +Talk to me nice (Lil Uzi) +Talk to me nice (Uh-huh) +Talk to me nice (Come on) +Or don't talk to me at all, yeah (Nope) +On the way, one call yeah (Yeah) +Count it up and it's all there (Yeah) +Water hittin' look like small tears (Yeah) +[Outro] +Talk to me18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moon Relate[Intro] +Pain, I done got numb from the pain (Yeah) +All of these girls is the same +Who is the one to blame? +Nowadays it's not the same +I flood my wrist out today +I hit your girl in my Wraith +I hit your girl in my Wraith +In a spaceship, outer— +Pain, I done got numb from the pain (Yeah) +All of these girls is the same +Who is the one to blame? +Nowadays it's not the same +I flood my wrist out today +I hit your girl in my Wraith +I hit your girl in my Wraith +In a spaceship, outer— + +[Verse 1] +Super geeked up, walking on a tightrope (Yeah) +She think she in love, but just want my dough (Huh?) +I'm numb from the pain, all these girls are psycho (Yeah) +Drivin' in the Lam', swervin' 'round the potholes (Huh?) +Know I got my gun everywhere that I go (Yeah) +Tatted up my face, I look like a psycho (Ayy) +She think she in love, but just want my dough (Huh?) +I'm numb from the pain, all these girls are psycho (Cry) +Rockin' my suit like a mobster, rockin' my suit like a model (Yeah) +None of these girls are my problem, none of these girls are my problem (Slatt) +Call that girl, suck, chew, and swallow, call that girl, suck, chew, and swallow (Blatt) +Numb to the pain 'cause I'm honest, only worried 'bout the dollar, yeah +[Chorus] +Pain, I done got numb from the pain (Yeah) +All of these girls is the same +Who is the one to blame? (Huh?) +Nowadays it's not the same +I flood my wrist out today (Blaow) +I hit your girl in my Wraith (Vroom) +I hit your girl in my Wraith (Vroom) +In a spaceship, outer space (Phew) +Geekin' on Mars yesterday +Now I'm on Pluto today (Huh?) +I look the moon in its face (Yeah) +I look the moon in its face (Yeah) +Me and the moon relate +Me and the moon relate (Yeah) +Me and the moon relate (Huh?) +Me and the moon relate + +[Verse 2] +I gotta stack up my cake +Gettin' them chips like it's Lay's (Lay's) +Man, my dough nuts like it's glazed (What?) +Man, my dough nuts like it's glazed (Yeah) +You know she told me you lame +Me and you, boy, not the same (Lame) +Don't give a fuck what you bang +1600 what I claim (Bow) +Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot +Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot +Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot +Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot +Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot +Doot-doot-doot +My niggas, they bring the pain +Nowadays, these niggas do anything just for the fame (What?) +You got a stick, I got a chopper, these bitches don't hit the same (Bow) +Don't hit the same, like, no, they do not hit the same (Bow) +What is you sayin'? Like, turned to a fool with the K (Yeah) +Turned to a fool with the K (Huh?) +Get that girl out of my face (My face) +Drivin' so fast like we race (Skrrt) +[Chorus] +Pain, I done got numb from the pain (Yeah) +All of these girls is the same +Who is the one to blame? (Huh?) +Nowadays it's not the same +I flood my wrist out today (Blaow) +I hit your girl in my Wraith (Vroom) +I hit your girl in my Wraith (Vroom) +In a spaceship, outer space (Phew) +Geekin' on Mars yesterday +Now I'm on Pluto today (Huh?) +I look the moon in its face (Yeah) +I look the moon in its face +Me and the moon relate +Me and the moon relate (Yeah) +Me and the moon relate (Huh?) +Me and the moon relate42EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Of Course[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt OX] +Uh (Yeah, hello, be quiet) +Uh +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +Uh (Big bad bitches, big bad, Lil Uzi) +(I'm working on dying) +Uh (Yeah) +Uh + +[Pre-Chorus] +Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah) +Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah) +Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh) +Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh) + +[Chorus] +I ain't gonna flex no more, gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah) +Coppin' shit you can't afford, hundred K right on my necklace (Yeah) +I be calling your bitch when I'm bored, do that in the past tense (Whoa) +I be drippin' and swaggin' of course (Woo), ayy + +[Verse 1] +I poured a two in that four (Dang) +Whoa (Yeah), I'm right here +I got opps from the 30 and I ain't scared (I ain't scared) +Pulled up in the 30, they some squares (Pulled up) +Got a Glock with a 30 and I ain't scared (No, I'm not) +I'm not flexin' on you, baby, it's right here (It's right here) +Got a Glock and that 30 right under your chair (Under your chair) +Two hundred right up on my dash, my coupe right here (Skrr) +Throw it up, don't be scared (Uh) +I was throwin' up and it was clear (What?) +I took too much molly, I can't hear (What?) +I fucked so many hoes I had to go and just switch states (Uh) +Raf Simons on my jeans but I'm still in my Rick stage (Yeah) +I'm sure your Rollie's gold but it's not no big face (Ayy) +Bitch, you know I know where the brick stay, yeah, I walk like a lick, ayy (Ayy) +Got a big Glock on my hip, ayy, yeah, that's right where my stick stay (Yeah) +[Pre-Chorus] +Uh, uh, uh, uh +(Right where my stick stay) +Uh, uh, uh, uh +(Right where my stick stay) +Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah) +Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh) + +[Chorus] +I ain't gonna flex no more, gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah) +Coppin' shit you can't afford, hundred K right on my necklace (Whoa) +I be calling your bitch when I'm bored, do that in the past tense (Uh) +I be drippin' and swaggin' of course, ayy (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +How many hundred thousand you make this year? On my 32nd +I fucked that bitch on a Perc' for an hour, don't do 30 seconds (No) +I'm from the 1600 so I don't fuck with no 32nd (Whoa) +Francisville baby, you know how we rocking +You know we gon' wreck shit (Wreck shit) +Rest in peace, Chico +For that boy you know that I'm gonna keep flexin' (Let's go far) +Sometimes I still call his phone +Sometimes I still go to text him (Oh my god) +He was lackin' by the opps +I can't believe that they nexted him (Yeah) +I was standing by the opps, I had 30 in my weapon (Frrah) +I was standing by the opps +I was standing by the opps (Yeah) +I was standing by the opps (Huh?) +I was standing by the opps (Yeah) +I do the dash on the cop (Skrrt) +Digital dash on my drop (Huh?) +I turned myself to a boss (Ayy) +Fuck you, nigga, and the law +Babygirl head game strong +She suck my dick so long +Tell me what you want (Want) +I can get you on, wait (No way) +You think he get money, uh +Look at his chain, no pointers (Okay) +Yeah, it's molly world, come join us (Join us, yeah) +So much swag, can't afford it +[Pre-Chorus] +Uh, uh, uh, uh +(So much swag, can't afford it) +Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah) +Uh, uh, uh, uh (Okay) +Uh, uh, uh, uh (Okay) + +[Chorus] +I ain't gonna flex no more, gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah) +Coppin' shit you can't afford, hundred K right on my necklace (Uh) +I be calling your bitch when I'm bored, do that in the past tense (Ayy) +I be drippin' and swaggin' of course (Yeah) + +[Outro] +No, he didn't (Uh) +Yes, I did +No, he didn't (Uh) +Yes, I did +No, he didn't (Uh) +Yes, I did21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Venetia[Intro] +Lil Uzi Vert, to be exact (Oh) +And I'm not from earth, I'm from outer space (Woah, let's go) +And I'm different (Uh), I'm wavy +I'm somewhere I'm not even 'posed to be ('Posed to be), yeah +I remember she ain't even notice me (Notice me), yeah +Why I'm trippin'? She ain't even old as me (Huh) +Her own man not even cold as me (Let's go) +Every time I have a show, gotta sell it out 'fore I go to sleep (Woah) + +[Chorus] +We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah +We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go) +Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah +I fuck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah (Woah) +It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah +And I'ma just play with her pussy, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can) +I'ma just count these racks, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can) +I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (Huh?) + +[Verse 1] +Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van, yeah, yeah +Never sit by the door, my boy got a matte black thang, bang, bang (Brrr) +All orange on me, baby, orange, yeah, look like Tang, yeah, yeah +I done did everything, ain't do no crack cocaine, yeah, yeah +I ain't never do no dope and your bitch wanna choke, yeah, yeah +And she will suck on this dick if she old enough to vote, yeah, yeah +I took that girl M-I-A, now she wanna drive the boat, yeah, yeah (Let's go) +Now she want my money, I said "Not at all, no, no" (No way) +Spanish girl, she always tryna get my pesos (Woo) +You can't get no money, you don't get no dough-dough (Dough) +She want all that verde, but pockets azul (Azul, azul) +Yeah, she likes my wordplay, no way they stoppin' you (Let's go, let's go) +[Chorus] +We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah +We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah +Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah +I fuck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah (Just bring her friend, let's go) +It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah (It's just for my mans, woah) +And I'ma just play with her pussy, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can) +I'ma just count these racks, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can) +I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (Never trust no man) + +[Verse 2] +Now, why the fuck would I give up on my gang if my gang never gave up on me? (Never) +I never, ever tell on my niggas, I don't care if they give me third degree (Fuck 'em) +I'm always gon' be a 1600 nigga with money connecting the streets (Yeah, yeah) +These niggas mad because they is not me, and my niggas, they all gonna eat, come on (Woah) +Wait, I can make a crazy girl go on a date +I can make a gay girl turn to a straight +Take off them jeans and put on her lace (Lace) +Fuck all of that, take your bitch, then I grab on her waist +Talk to the reverend, but I don't know Ma$e +I can not the see the haters, I got maced +Oh my God, oh my God, I'm in a Wraith (Yeah) +She pull up on me, then your bitch gettin' slayed +Louis V everything, I got the taste +She all on my face, so I know she wanna taste +Say I mumble too much, what the fuck is you saying? +Your girl in my bed, and you know she be layin' +She tell me her problems, act like I'm relatin' (One, two, three, let's go) +[Chorus] +We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah +We got some new bands, we got some new bands, yeah, yeah +Treatin' these Diors like it's just old Vans, yeah, yeah +I fuck that lil' bitch, told her just bring her friend, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go) +It's not for me, no, it's just for my mans, yeah, yeah (Just for my mans) +And I'ma just play with her pussy, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can) +I'ma just count these racks, yeah, as fast as I can, yeah, yeah (As fast as I can) +I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (What?)28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Enemies[Intro] +Yeah (Damn), yeah (Damn, damn, grand slam, damn) +Lil Uzi +That be Maaly Raw! + +[Chorus] +Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close +Raf Simons on my feet, that's why I fucked your hoe +Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow +And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most +Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it +Gettin', all this money, off recordin' +Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin' +Know some lil' niggas that'll rock you for some Jordans + +[Verse 1] +Taking double G's in navy blue jeans like a carbon +Oh you wanna try me, walk around you with the carbine +Once again I had your bitch, you don't believe me? +Now you stalking +Now you see that shit, now your heart is so broken +Now she all on me, had me lost in the moment +Drinking Hennessy, don't get drunk, now I'm zonin' +All my bitch grade A, fuck with B's and some C's though +Number 1 that vroom, watch out for the Buick Regal +Number 1 that vroom, watch out for them Grand Marquis +In the hood, with my chains on, with my nina +If you talk shit, they will kill you, that's how I feel +All the old folks, see us run wild, call us heathens +Balling like Kobe, I never get cold +All of this shit yeah I did on my own +Talk to my momma she said me get grown +Mama be quiet, gon' buy you a home +I'm on a diet, that's pussy and dope +I'm on a diet, that's pussy and dope +I'm on a diet, that's pussy and dope +Counting my money, I'm gettin' this dough +[Chorus] +Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close +Raf Simons on my feet, that's why I fucked your hoe +Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow +And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most +Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it +Gettin', all this money off recordin' +Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin' +Know some lil' niggas that'll rock you for some Jordans + +[Verse 2] +I'm rocking Rick Owens, your bitch on my dick and that bitch she be hoeing +Lil Uzi I swear that I just be going +Lil Uzi I swear that I just be flowing (Aye) +Drinkin' that lean when I'm with my nigga Scheme +I swear to God, that I just be pouring +Move like a captain and we never lackin' +I swear to God that we stay up into the mornin' +Niggas like my style, oh yeah I know it +Niggas bite my style, oh yeah I know it +Jump in the 'Rari and I'm gonna floor it +Skitter the engine when that bitch be roarin' +Wiz dropped by, when I was just tourin' +Wiz dropped by, when I was just tourin' +Collect all my calls and, I ball like I'm Jordan +I made a porno and your bitch was the star +You a bitch nigga and you already know +And my brother he be whippin' the stove +All of my niggas be grippin' the poles +Number One rule, do not trip on no ho +You can not get this shit right here in the store +You can not get this shit right here in the store +I'ma ball like I am old Derrick Rose +I be ballin' like I am Amber Rose +[Chorus] +Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close +Raf Simons on my feet, that's why I fucked your hoe +Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow +And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most +Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it +Gettin', all this money off recordin' +Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin' +Know some lil' niggas that'll rock you for some Jordans + +[Verse 3] +I be ballin' like, I took the position +Of the starter, I'm your father like collar +Waiter, what you doing? Why you waiting? +Bitches on my dick now, these niggas hatin' +But they act, like they ain' out, here hatin' +When I be around, they participating +Drive around in that new shit, like I'm racing +I be dishin' all these bars +Throwin' out like I'm Peyton +Why you always on my hoe tho? +When she up in Soho +She look at you, even if she wasn' say she taken +Never had this much money, so a nigga pacin' +Put my dick in her, now the thought leave her shakin' +Okay, good food I'm tastin', bitch you leave in the A.M +Smoke more than a damn Frenchman +Man my girl like Sanaa Lathan +Like I'ma legend in the making +Fuck nigga get Nathan +I'm flexin', finessin' +You rockin' Giuseppe +Your pockets ain' what I be rakin' +[Chorus] +Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close +Raf Simons on my feet, that's why I fucked your hoe +Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow +And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most +Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it +Gettin', all this money off recordin' +Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin' +Know some lil' niggas that'll rock you for some Jordans43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Sleep Leak[Intro] +Floor it, two hundred, I floor it +(Young niggas, young niggas, fuck them old niggas) +I might get a 'Rari, two hundred, I floor it +(Young niggas, young niggas, fuck them old niggas) +I might get a 'Rari, two hundred, I floor it +Y'all get the shit, you get the message +(Young niggas, young niggas, fuck them old niggas) +Two hundred, I floor it + +[Chorus] +Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (Yeah), hit your girl with endurance ('Durance) +She like, "I'm okay (Okay), 'cause I got insurance" (Oh yeah) +Your number, won't store it (Store it), call me, I ignore it (Hello?) +I might get a 'Rari ('Rari), two hundred, I floor it (Floor it) +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, rich by the morning (Morning) +Yeah, rich by the morning (Chee) +New whip, with the big Forgis (Skrrt) +New crib, that's a new fortress (Woah) +You dig? Choppa with the cartridge (You dig?) +My slime move with the cartridge (Slime) +My time now, not the mornin' (Mornin') +My bracelet cost like forty, yeah (Blaow) +That shit forty (Forty) +That boy can't afford this (Afford) +My swag so important ('Portant) +Off-White collab with the Jordans (Jordans) +Me, I don't believe in extortion (Extortion) +Hear a lotta hatin' like I'm Horton (Horton) +Walk in and my neck got the pointers (Pointers) +Fuck your bitch only if she got appointment (Oh yeah) +[Bridge] +Appointment, appointment (Ayy) +Want it, point it (Point it) +Call me, ignore it (Yeah) +The 'Rari is roarin' (Roar) +It's blue, like Corbin (Yeah) +Eat oysters, and swordfish (Yeah) +Was broke last night (What?) +Was rich by the morning (By the morning) + +[Chorus] +Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (Yeah), hit your girl with endurance ('Durance) +She like, "I'm okay (Okay), 'cause I got insurance" (Oh yeah) +Your number, won't store it (Store it), call me, I ignore it (Hello?) +I might get a 'Rari ('Rari), two hundred, I floor it (Floor it) +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') + +[Verse 2] +Nowadays, I think a lot of you +But I really don't wanna bow to you (Bow to you) +I put that dick right inside of you ('Side of you) +Not talkin' Twitter, I follow you +I fuck that girl just like a prostitute (Yeah) +I cannot lie, girl, I'm lovin' you (Lil Uzi) +I wish that it was more than one of you +So I can just, um, make a pile of you +Let me tell you 'bout the struggle +Let me tell you 'bout the pain, yeah (Pain) +Used to watch shit right in doubles +And I still feel the rain, yeah +Ooh, know what? We don't feel the pain, yeah (Don't feel the pain, yeah) +Go to the club, make it rain, yeah (Club) +Rain, rain, go to the club, make it rain +You get wet up like a sink +All of my diamonds, they pink +Jump in the 'Rari, switch lanes +Jump in the 'Rari, switch lanes +Boy, I can do my dash (Woo) +Watch me, I won't crash +[Chorus] +Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (Yeah), hit your girl with endurance ('Durance) +She like, "I'm okay (Okay), 'cause I got insurance" (Oh yeah) +Your number, won't store it (Store it), call me, I ignore it (Hello?) +I might get a 'Rari ('Rari), two hundred, I floor it (Floor it) +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin') +I was broke yesterday (Yeah), I was rich by the mornin' (Mornin')24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nuyork Nights at 21[Intro] +Ayy +She just wanna leave me (Ayy) +She just wanna be free (Uh, no) +She don't wanna be with me (No) +She don't wanna be with me (No) +She just wanna, uh, leave me (Woah) +She don't wanna be with me (Everybody do something for me) +FKi +I just wanna be me + +[Verse 1] +And I know I made mistakes +I will never let you down (I won't) +And you know I can't wait (Wait), tell me what we do now (Now) +What about the times you looked at me like you loved me, gave me the face +It was times putting nothing above you, not even the cake + +[Verse 2] +I need you the most, more important than dough +Never felt this before +Have you felt this before? +I might even hold you close +Like you my antidote +Understand you let me go +But you still at my show +[Bridge] +Said she from L.A., but she stay in uptown +Stay in uptown, stay in uptown +Said she bout to go downtown, party up and down +Party up and down, yeah, party up and down + +[Verse 3] +I say, yeah, she with her friends, yeah +Yeah, she getting wild, yeah, they getting wild +Yeah, she getting wild +Thought of something important baby, it is nothing now +It is nothing now, I said it is nothing now +And I thought they just was hating +No they wasn't hating +I was just on wait and you was contemplating +We was in the same book, but we different pages +We was in the same book, but we different pages +Better yet we like the same, she my other half +I was rocking Rick Owens, you was rocking RAF +Never took it serious, we slept in on Bape clothes +We treat them like Play clothes, all these bitches snake hoes + +[Outro] +Oh, and I and I know and I and I know +Oh, and I know and I and I know +Oh, yeah, I swear I know, yeah, I swear I know +Oh, yeah, I know, yeah, I, yeah, I know +I won't let, I won't let her +I won't let, I won't let her leave +I won't let her go, I won't let her go +I won't let her go, I won't let her go +I won't +Oh oh oh ohhhhh oh +Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh oh +Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh oh +Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dolly[Refrain] +Somebody, please call me a janitor +(Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime) +She came to me and said that, "You cannot really, um, handle her" (What?) +(Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime) +Swag disease, look at my jeans and the Gucci gold buckle up (Ooh) +(Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime) +Sippin' that Tuss got me tussled up, I had to tussle the muscle up +(Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime) + +[Chorus] +Hit the trap like Max (Max) +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max (Hit it) +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +Hit the trap like Max, ayy (Yeah) +Know I'm finessin' the pack, ayy +Know I'm gon' make it right back, yeah +Hundred K right in my bag, ayy +I take a vacay and relax, yeah (Relax) +Hey, Dolly, yeah (Dolly) +Whoa, hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly) +Ayy +[Verse 1] +Hit that trap like Max, uh (Like Max) +Hit that trap like Max, yeah (Like Max) +Hit that trap like Max, ayy (Like Max) +Hit that trap like Max, yeah (Like Max) +Get that check like Max, uh (Count it up) +Rep the set like Max, yeah (Like Max) +Spend it, I make it right back (Right back) +I'm movin', finessin' the pack (The pack) +This shit right here right off the head (The head) +It's Mister All My Friends Are Dead (Okay) +I let your bitch play with my dreads (Okay) +Then she proceed to give me head (Lil Uzi) +You know my windows, yeah, they tinted (What?) +So you cannot see, um, what's in it (Ayy) +But I pull up in a new Bentley (Yeah) +So you wanna see, um, what's in it (What's in it?) +Interior, that shit all red (Red) +You spill the 'Tech, won't see the red (The red) +I got a TEC, one in the head (The head) +Got so much ice, I need a sled (A sled) +My chopper, the stock, it attach (Attach) +I pulled up the Audi, matte black, yeah (Matte black) +You know that I'm sharp as a tack, yeah (Okay) +All of my niggas, they SLATT, yeah +[Chorus] +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +You know that I'm gettin' them racks +I'm movin', finessin' the pack (Pack) +Hundred K right in my bag (Bag) +I take a vacay and relax (Relax) +Hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly) +Whoa, hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly, skrr) +Ayy + +[Verse 2] +Thought you really had my back, uh +You ain't really have my back, ayy (No) +I ain't really with no stress (Yeah) +Cut all strings attached, ayy +And I know Dolly got my back, yeah +And I know Dora got my back, uh +And I know Thug got my back, yeah +Bitch, we up, no rest, yeah +Man, I'm in way back, yeah (Way back) +When I had to shoot Big Racks, yeah +When I had two, three racks, yeah +No, I had ten, twelve racks, ayy (Okay) +Now I got three million stacked (Stacked) +Pull off on a jet, yeah (Lil Uzi) +We want more, not less, yeah (Not less) +Sliming up a mess, yeah (Slime) +[Refrain] +Somebody, please call me a janitor (Cleanup on aisle three) +She came to me and said that, "You cannot really, um, handle her" +(Yeah, oh, oh, okay) +Swag disease, look at my jeans and the Gucci gold buckle up (Yeah) +Sippin' that Tuss got me tussled up, I had to tussle the muscle up + +[Chorus] +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +Hit the trap like Max, yeah +Hit the trap like Max, ayy +You know that I'm gettin' them racks +I'm movin', finessin' the pack (Pack) +Hundred K right in my bag (Bag) +I take a vacay and relax (Relax) +Hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly) +Whoa, hey, Dolly, yeah (Hey, Dolly) + +[Outro] +Slime, I know Dolly got my back, uh +And I know Dora got my back, uh +And I know Thug got my back, yeah +Bitch, we up, no rest, yeah +And I know Dolly got my back, uh +And I know Dora got my back, yeah +And I know Thug got my back, yeah +Bitch, we up, no rest15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Scott and Ramona[Intro] +Yeah, yeah-yeah +Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi) +Yeah +Yeah +Yeah +Yeah + +[Verse 1] +Baby, you are not alone (Yeah) +You call my phone, I pick it up +She p— She pick it up then drop it slow +Ke��� Keep it on the low +From what I hear she got a man at home +I go deep, but got tired of waitin' +Got a situation +Live my double life amazin' + +[Chorus] +I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby +I went to my hood, all my friends think I made it +I talk to my fam, man, my mama think I'm famous +Yeah (Yeah), yeah-yeah my mama think I'm famous + +[Refrain] +Hundred dollar bills in the way (Yeah) +Yeah, it feels good to be great (Yeah) +Now she gonna do what I say (Yeah) +Now she gonna do what I say +I count my dough, I make it stack +I spend on her, I make it back +What you told me, can't take that back +What I told you, can't take that back +[Chorus] +I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby +I went to my hood, all my friends think I made it +I talk to my fam, man, my mama think I'm famous +Yeah (Yeah), yeah-yeah my mama think I'm famous (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Rule number one, gotta get all your paper (Ayy) +I'm in a zone, I can't see none of you lames +When I'm not around, I don't know what she sayin' +Say she single, but she know she really taken +I don't care though (Skrrt) +Rule number one (Yeah, yeah, ayy), never trust no ho (Ayy) +Ride around L.A. in a Range Rove' (Ayy, skrrt, skrrt) +Radio blasting (Ayy, ayy), listening to Dej Loaf, yeah + +[Refrain] +Hundred dollar bills in the way (Yeah) +Yeah, it feels good to be great (Yeah) +Now she gonna do what I say (Yeah) +Now she gonna do what I say +I count my dough, I make it stack +I spend on her, I make it back +What you told me, can't take that back +What I told you, can't take that back +[Outro] +I don't care though +I don't care though +Rule number one, never trust no ho +Ride around L.A. in a Range Rove' +Radio blastin', listenin' to Dej Loaf +Yeah30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Baby Are You Home[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Future] +Baby, are you home? +Baby, are you home? +Baby, are you home? Yeah +Baby, are you home? +Home, home, home, home +Baby, are you home? +Home, home, home, home +If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you +Baby, are you home? + +[Chorus] +Yeah, yeah, she call my phone (What?) +Ask me what I'm on (Yeah) +Baby, is you home? (Huh) +I'm in the area +Like, tell me where he going (What?) +He ain't scaring none +You know why you text my phone, yeah +Tell me if you home +Like, baby, are you home? (Ayy) +Baby, are you home? (Yeah) +Baby, are you home? Yeah +Baby, are you home? (Huh?) +Baby, are you home? (What?) +Baby, are you home? (Yeah) +Baby, are you home? Yeah +Baby, are you home? (Yeah) +[Verse 1] +Like counting all my dough (Yeah), with my eyes closed (Huh) +I don't trust a ho but I trust my ho +Like money in my pants sticking out my thigh, bro (Yeah) +Yeah, it's Lil Uzi, like hit that eye roll (That eye roll) +I don't got no money, that's a lie, oh +Kinda got messy, got rid of my side ho (Yeah) +I don't wanna fuck you if you a dry ho (What?) +Up in Mexico with the plug eating Pico de Gallo (Yeah) +You a rock star, now them pills, try those (Ayy) +Traded in my chocolate, now I got a bright ho (Uh) +Man, I got my head right (Yeah, yeah) +Man, I got my bread right (Yeah, yeah) +Livin' my life just so right (Yeah) +You can see my diamonds at night +Girl, you know I'm higher than a satellite (Satellite) +Can I come over, are you the playin' type? + +[Chorus] +Yeah, she call my phone (What?) +Ask me what I'm on (Yeah) +Baby, is you home? (Huh) +I'm in the area +Like, tell me where he going (What?) +He ain't scaring none +You know why you text my phone, yeah +Tell me if you home +Like, baby, are you home? (Ayy) +Baby, are you home? (Yeah) +Baby, are you home? Yeah +Baby, are you home? (Huh?) +Baby, are you home? (What?) +Baby, are you home? (Yeah) +Baby, are you home? Yeah +Baby, are you home? (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +I swear, boy, you do not know me (Yeah) +Boy, you ain't my homie (Homie) +Ballin' like I'm Kobe (Kobe) +Now I'm ballin' like Ginobili +Like, boy, your style so old (What?) +Balding like Ginobili (What?) +Pull up in that Porsche +Brittany in the Lotus (Skrrt, skrrt) +I get money, yeah (Yeah) +And I put that on my oldest (Huh) +I ain't got no kids, so I put that on my Rollie (Rollie) +They say that he real, so that nigga got to show me +And that nigga homies really ain't his homies (Ayy) +I got red homies, I got blue homies (Yeah) +Yeah, I got the gun, and it shoot homies +Yeah, I got them crash dummies, they my new homies (Yeah) +Girl, I made you famous +Ain't no need to thank me +Like, yeah, I put you first, you're my lady, yeah (Yeah) +I'm skrrtin' the water with my baby, yeah + +[Chorus] +Yeah, she call my phone (What?) +Ask me what I'm on (Yeah) +Baby, is you home? (Huh) +I'm in the area +Like, tell me where he going (What?) +He ain't scaring none +You know why you text my phone, yeah +Tell me if you home +Like, baby, are you home? (Ayy) +Baby, are you home? (Yeah) +Baby, are you home? Yeah +Baby, are you home? (Huh?) +Baby, are you home? (What?) +Baby, are you home? (Yeah) +Baby, are you home? Yeah +Baby, are you home? (Yeah) +[Outro] +Baby, are you home? +Baby, are you home? Yeah +Yeah, she call my phone +Ask me what I'm on +Like, tell me where he going +He ain't scaring none +Baby, are you home? +Baby, are you home?19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bigger Than Life[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt OX] +Let's go, let's go +Lil Uzi Vert +Let's go, let's go (I'm working on dying) +Not playin', oh-oh +(One, two) Let's go (One, two, three) +Alright now (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +I done made so many millions +Ain't nothin' to think about +And she fuck with me because I am the one +That still come back even though I made it out (Yeah) +I thought she was G, when I put in my D +She was screamin', she said, "Come on, take it out" +And loyalty, I swear that's everything +And for me, got niggas that's gon' kill it off (Yeah) +And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand +What the venue probably was just payin' out +And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me +And you know at late night she be stayin' out +I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean +There goes the reason he hatin' now +Got a V12 that's all on my engine +That's prolly the reason that my head be racin' off (Vroom) +[Verse 1] +I'm too evil, too evil, too evil, too evil +It's nobody out here can save me now (Woah) +I remember when I was younger +My girl ain't answer my phone and listen to "Take You Down" (Woah) +My diamonds, they dance like Chris Brown +Look at my wrist, it's lit now (Woah) +My niggas shootin' them rounds (Bah) +Fuck nigga better get down (Lil Uzi, get down, let's go) +I'm not worried 'bout no niggas +These niggas, they fake, these niggas they hate +These niggas they all, um, perpetrate +These niggas ain't really with all the shits +These niggas, they walk around with dirty sticks +When I shoot two, I shoot a nigga his shit (Yeah) +I don't play with niggas, these niggas, they hoes +I just do everything then, I suppose (Let's go) +These niggas, they is really not my bros (No) +These niggas, they my foes (Yeah, yeah) +I ran out of space, put diamonds that's all on my toes +I'm switchin' my hoes, same way I'm switchin' my clothes (Yeah) +Rockstar goals, septum all on my nose (Yeah, goals) + +[Chorus] +I done made so many millions +Ain't nothin' to think about +And she fuck with me because I am the one +That still come back even though I made it out +I thought she was G, when I put in my D +She was screamin', she said, "Come on, take it out" +And loyalty, I swear that's everything +And for me, got niggas that's gon' kill it off +And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand +What the venue probably was just payin' out +And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me +And you know at late night she be stayin' out +I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean +There goes the reason he hatin' now +Got a V12 that's all on my engine +That's prolly the reason that my head be racin' off +[Verse 2] +Walked in and I had to go get a bag +Walked in and had to go get a big bag (Yeah) +Brought the big bag for the brand new bae +Why the fuck would I care what you say? (Amen) +At a fuck nigga head like a toupée (What?) +Okay, they wanna see a new wave (Yah) +Made two hundred racks in two days (Check it out) +My diamonds they cooler than Cool J (Yah) +No, no, your swag don't move me (No) +That's not a new Rollie, that's a new face (What?) +Spent fifty racks in Gucci +Spent eighty racks in Louis (Let's go) +Okay, my life is great (Yeah) +Walk around with a whole lotta uchi (Let's go) +On the sides, got a fade like Boosie +Hand wet, I ain't playin' with her coochie (Oh) +I don't know why these niggas be playin' +I don't know why these niggas be watchin' (I don't know, I don't know) +I don't know why these niggas be clockin' (I don't know) +That's why I got time for you (Who?) +'Cause a nigga like me, I'm not watchin' +'Cause a nigga like me, I'm not cocky (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah, a nigga like me fill my pocket (Fill my pocket) +Yeah, a nigga like me be show-stoppin' (Let's go) (Yeah, yeah) +[Chorus] +I done made so many millions +Ain't nothin' to think about (Yeah, yeah) +And she fuck with me because I am the one +That still come back even though I made it out (Yeah) +I thought she was G, when I put in my D +She was screamin', she said, "Come on, take it out" +And loyalty, I swear that's everything +And for me, got niggas that gon' kill it off (What?) +And when I do a show, it's a hundred thousand +What the venue probably was just payin' out +And she know he a bum, so his girlfriend with me +And you know at late night she be stayin' out +I ain't do it on purpose, oops, my bad, I didn't mean +There goes the reason he hatin' now +Got a V12 that's all on my engine +That's prolly the reason that my head be racin' off20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ronda (Winners)[Intro] +Metro Boomin wants some more, ni— + +[Chorus] +Get knocked down, act like you never lost +Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey +Like you Ronda Rousey +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside, yeah +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside, yeah! + +[Bridge] +This a gang, is you in or you out? +I put diamonds all up in my mouth +I feel like I'm part of Swishahouse, yeah +I was lost, and then, yeah, I was found +Had no money, yeah, um, I was down +We was already down + +[Verse 1] +Nowhere else for us to go +Drive around in a Testarossa +Puerto Rican and she intercostal +Same girl that was on my poster +Damn, now I know +Treat my girl like I am Jay-Z +Treat my girl like she Beyoncé Knowles +Money got longer, my neck got cold +My money get longer, don't need these diamonds +[Chorus] +Yeah, no, don't act like you never lost +Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey +Like you Ronda Rousey +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside, yeah +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting up all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside, yeah! +Yeah, no, don't act like you never lost +Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey +Like you Ronda Rousey +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside, yeah +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting up all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside, yeah! + +[Bridge] +This a gang, is you in or you out? +I put diamonds all up in my mouth +I feel like I'm part of Swishahouse, yeah +I was lost, and then, yeah, I was found +Had no money, um, yeah I was down +[Verse 2] +Know I'm gon' die for my baby +Know I'm gon' ride for my baby +You know that I go suicide for my baby +All in the way, I don't care what they say, yeah +Made a hundred in a day (In a what? Yeah) +Got a Rollie with a face +Diamonds, break the bank +Yeah, boy, you fake +Yeah, really hate +Under those handshakes +House so big, it got a maid +Yeah, Lil Uzi, you got it made + +[Bridge] +This a gang, is you in or you out? +I put diamonds all up in my mouth +I feel like I'm part of Swishahouse, yeah +I was lost, and then, yeah, I was found +And on money, yeah, um, I was down +Turn myself to the man of the town + +[Chorus] +Yeah, no, don't act like you never lost +Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey +Like you Ronda Rousey +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside me, yeah +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside me, yeah! +Get knocked down, act like you never lost +Come back and win like you Ronda Rousey +Like you Ronda Rousey +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside, yeah +My niggas twist like they origami +Got them girls waiting up all in the lobby +But my baby still right here beside, yeah! +[Bridge] +This a gang, is you in or you out? +I put diamonds all up in my mouth +I feel like I'm part of Swishahouse, yeah +I was lost, and then, yeah, I was found +Had no money, yeah, um, I was down15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Of Course We Ghetto Flowers[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah +(That, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah (What?), yeah, yeah (What?) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa, yeah +Um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh? What? +Yeah, neck on froze +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa, yeah +Um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh? What? +Yeah, neck on froze +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, what? Diamonds all on my teeth (Yeah) +Walk around Christian Lou's (What?) +Diamonds all on my sneaks +You a broke boy, got bad luck (Broke boy) +Don't even talk to me (Don't talk) +You know his girlfriend stalk on me (What?) +Drop the mic and don't walk to me +Foreign, foreign whip, yeah, what it's called? +Pull up in that shit lil' bitch, yeah, like a boss +Had a lil' bitch from down south, yeah +Put that shit all in her mouth, ayy +Eatin' on veggies and salmon, ayy +No, I'm not eatin' no trout +Boy, you a bitch, boy, you a snitch +Heard you gon' bring them cops out, yeah +Talkin' that shit, you ain't on shit +Really you ain't gon' pop out, yeah +Gettin' money that's why they hate on me (Yeah) +Still on that paper route (Yeah) +Hit so hard I pulled out (Out) +Ass so fat, called time-out (What?) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa, yeah +Um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh? What? +Yeah, neck on froze +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa, yeah +Um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh? What? +Yeah, neck on froze +[Verse 2: Playboi Carti] +Fly to LA for a week +And I got Rick on my tee +And I got Rick on my feet, chopper on me, saggin' my jeans +And I put that on big Bs +Ayy, shoutout G-Weed +I got your ho on the team runnin' them laps just like a meet +Hundreds bands on the Goyard, ooh +And I got goons in my yard, ooh +We can rock out like guitars, ooh +Ho, I got lean, I got bars, ooh +Ho, I got lean, I got bars, ooh +Ho, I fuck her 'cause I'm hard, ooh +She fuck with me, I go hard, ooh +Ho, I'm on lean, I'm on stars, uh, ayy +Now we on top of my car, uh +Lookin' at stars like I made it far (Ayy, look at that bih), ayy +Look at my chain (Look), glow in the dark (Ayy, look at that bih), what? +Ya thot give brain, she goin' hard + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa, yeah +Um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh? What? +Yeah, neck on froze +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa, yeah +Um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh? What? +Yeah, neck on froze +[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert & Offset] +Chopper, that's full-auto +Kickflip, bitch, Otto +Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack +Cut that bitch off, Zoro (Offset) + +[Verse 3: Offset] +I took your bitch, yeah, you lost (Lost) +Told her come fuck with some bosses (Come on) +Invited that bitch to my loft (Hey) +Hold on bitch, take your shoes off (Hold on) +The sauce I been drippin', the sauce I been drippin' +No, I'm not trustin' these bitches (Uh-uh) +No, I don't fuck with these snitches, no (Uh-uh) +Uzi got choppers, extensions +How come I'm all in her mentions? Ayy +And my Rollie three-dimensional (Rollie) +Bitches dangerous like Mystikal (Danger) +These niggas clone you, get your chemicals (Clone) +Twin choppers, they identical +My hands in everything, got tentacles (Tentacles) +Poppin' Perkies like the minerals (Perky) +Fuck you my hand on my genitals +When on the stage I got adrenaline (Hey) +'Bout to flex up on my enemies (Flex) +I don't need negative energy (Uh-uh) +These niggas not who they pretend to be (Uh) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa, yeah +Um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh? What? +Yeah, neck on froze +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa +Whoa, whoa, yeah +Um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh? What? +Yeah, neck on froze43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Strawberry Peels[Intro: Young Thug] +Spider (Hey) +Hey (SEX, Spider, SEX) + +[Verse 1: Young Thug] +Yeah, I'm on that drank, I'm 'bout to keel (Woah) +I got the drop, I got the kill (Woah) +Takin' a bitch, I got the seal (Yeah) +I got this peppermint patty, it's teal +She off the boat and she came from Israel +Fuck from the back until I'm smacked +Smoke on that thrax, I'm on strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels +Cop what I want and my wrist and my style is on crunk and it's real +Half of my niggas get high off a seal +Brand new Percs and they all teal +I put my dick in her bladder, yeah, yeah +And I'm fuckin' her friends and they all here + +[Chorus: Young Thug] +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels +[Verse 2: Gunna] +Flooded the wrist +Let my bro hit her, I'm good with assist (Good) +Know it's expensive, can tell by the stitch (Why?) +Crept in the club with thirty in the stick (Thirty) +VLONE, Chrome Heart, it's still stuck on the rich +She can't talk right now 'cause she suckin' this dick +YSL slatt life, we slimy and slick (Slatt) +Got a young bull that pull up, let it spit (Bull) +He hit and don't miss +Hop out a jet, hop in a Rolls +Icy Patek straight off of shows (Straight off of shows) +I want the platinum, I'm cool on the gold +She suckin' it 'til the snot come out her nose (Wow) +I bought an old Cutlass, I set it on fours (Set it on fours) +I pop me a pill, I feel geeked up for sure +You front me a pack, I'ma go get it sold +Young Wunna, young Wunna, I can't break the code (Young Wunna) + +[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] +I bend her over, I make her kneel +Stand on my money like my name Shaquille +Construction man, runnin' right through these drills +I cannot breathe 'cause there's ice on my gills +She give me brain, that's that Urkel and chill +She mixed with white, told her my name Jaleel +Uzi too rich, man, how does it feel? +Tryna be humble, man, I ain't tryna kill +They walk on my heels, my heels made of steel +That's no oil my spill, I burnt off the wheel +She ate up the deal +My baby so spoiled just like some old milk +The paint on my whip, it's already peeled +Put my dick in her gut, it's just for the guilt +Fuckin' this bitch, did that right on film +I need the beat, that's just for the stems (Yeah) +[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert] +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) +Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pretty Mami[Intro] +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go +Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know +Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show +Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I gotta go + +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... Yeah! +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... +[Verse 1] +80k a show, 100k a show (Alright) +Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden? +Walking with my .40, and my money showing +Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain't foldin +Boy, I am not slow, you hate on the low +You was still at home, I was on the road +Know that I'm a dog, I'm bad to the bone +Dior my cologne, smoking gas it's strong +Leave me alone, stop calling my phone +Already know what you're thinking lil baby, girl, oh what up though? +She said "Uzi baby, they ain't got no dough" +Why you're so dope? Yeah, you oughtta know + +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... + +[Verse 2] +Boy you took that L and we can see that +Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Daredevil could see that +Pockets giant just like Andre, addicted, let me do three stacks +I get money, fuck your bitch, stay real, ooh, that's three facts +Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that +Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don't relapse +She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing's tapped +Diamonds all up on my pinky, think this thing's tap +I do not fuck with these niggas, man I mean that +Woah, money envelope +I was just so broke, I didn't have hope +Now I'll let you know +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Cost +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... Yeah! + +[Outro] +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go +Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know +Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show +Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I'm rockin' gold33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Come This Way[Intro] +Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy +Ayy, Baby Pluto (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +(Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus] +Yeah, what? +Took your girl, now you can't find her +Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What?) +Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah) +She will not play me every time I try to holler +Come this way, come this way, yeah +Come this way, come this way, yeah +Come this way, come this way, yeah +Come this way, come this way, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Boy, I get so fly that I could've been a stylist (Yeah) +Undercover tee and Goyard all on my wallet (What?) +What I spent on Wang, could've sent my bitch to college (Ayy) +Alexander McQueen, Number (N)ine my jeans +Yeah, I'm lookin' oh so clean, oh, uh, yeah, I get it now +These girls like the way I dress, so these niggas wanna steal my style +Never really cared, but these niggas tryna kill my style (Woah) +I'm not talkin' 'bout them niggas, there's too many girls around (Shh) +There's too many girls around (Girls around) +She don't want me, then the world go 'round (Yeah) +Take a bath in the money, bitch, roll around +For you she's going up, for me she's going down (Down) +Yeah, going down, slow it down (Hey) +Know she cook like Benihana so she throwin' down (Throwin' down) +I'm the shit and she know it now (Know it now) +Told her come this way and she turned around (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Yeah, what? +Took your girl, now you can't find her +Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What? What? What?) +Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah) +She will not play me every time I try to holler +Come this way, come this way, yeah +Come this way, come this way, yeah +Come this way, come this way, yeah +Come this way, come this way, yeah + +[Verse 2] +Smokin' on some high dream +Got my eyes red, I might need some Visine (Yeah) +Yeah, swervin' in a Lambo', not a i8 (Not a motherfuckin' i8) +Yeah, I keep stuffin' money in my safe, it will not close, yeah (Woah) +Move like a soldier +I throw my bows, yeah, like the Magnolia, yeah (Magnolia) +You can not hold her, yeah (Why?) +Diamonds got colder like it's pneumonia (Water) +Move around with a badder chick (Yeah) +She a shooter, yeah, you know she got a felony (Jeez) +I ain't with that tellin' shit, swear it ain't shit you could tell on me (Ayy) +He be hatin' 'cause where I am he will never be (Come on, girl) + +[Chorus] +What? +Took your girl, now you can't find her +Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What? What? What?) +Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah) +She will not play me every time I try to holler +Come this way, come this way, yeah +Come this way, come this way, yeah +Come this way, come this way, yeah +Come this way, come this way, yeah +[Outro] +Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy +Yeah, Baby Pluto, yeah, woah33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Can Drive[Intro] +I heard that's a lie, yeah +Took his bitch, then I read her mind, yeah +Took her bitch 'cause that bitch was bi, yeah +DP on the beat +What a wrist, it'll make you blind, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Gettin' money, I'ma spazz out +Drive the 'Rari with the ass out (Skrrt) +Drive the 'Rari with no tags now (Yeah) +Diamond bracelets, ho, you mad now +Look just like me, I'm your dad now (Yeah) +Big guns, I won't back down (Yeah) +Gettin' money, I'ma spazz out +Drive the 'Rari with the ass out (Skrrt) +Drive the 'Rari with no tags now +Diamond bracelets, ho, you mad now +Look just like me, I'm your dad now (Yeah) +Big guns, I won't back down (Yeah) +Gettin' money like a cash cow (Yeah) +Rocking Thrasher, so I'm rad now (Yeah) +Yeah, now they on me 'cause I'm hot now (What?) +Yeah, you was wrong (You were, what?) +Yeah, I was right now, yeah (I was right) +Now I'm so up, bet I'm her type now, woah (Yeah) +And I'm so high everything upside down +And I'm so high everything upside down (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Yeah, I can drive, yeah (What?), drive it fast now (Skrrt, what?) +Do the dash, yeah, digi-dash now (Skrrt, huh?) +And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (Yeah) +And I'm balling, yeah (Yeah), like it's last down (Lil Uzi) +Yeah, I can drive, yeah (Skrrt), drive it fast now (Yeah, what?) +Do the dash, yeah (What?), digi-dash now (Huh?) +And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (Yeah) +And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I can drive, yeah, drive it fast now, yeah +Do the dash, what? Digi-dash now, yeah +Now you know, yeah (What?), watch your stack now (Yeah) +Take a nap, yeah, in some Raf now +M-Money stuffed all in my jeans (What?) +So you know I cannot lack now +Got the chopper with the beam (Yeah) +So you know I will not back down +He got more money than me? (No way) +Know that he talkin' that cap now +Say that he movin' a piece? (Huh) +That boy really do not trap now (What?) +I heard that's a lie (Yeah) +Took his bitch, then I read her mind (What?, yeah) +Took her bitch, 'cause that bitch was bi (Yeah) +What a wrist, it'll make you blind +[Chorus] +Yeah, I can drive, yeah (What?), drive it fast now (Skrrt, what?) +Do the dash, yeah, digi-dash now (Huh?) +And I'm balling, yeah (Ball), like it's last down +And I'm balling, yeah (Ball), like it's last down +Yeah, I can drive, yeah, drive it fast now (Yeah, what?) +Do the dash, yeah, digi-dash now (Huh?) +And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (Yeah) +And I'm balling, yeah, like it's last down (What?)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Leaders[Chorus: NAV] +Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows +Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (Yeah) +Drippin', I be puttin' shit on +Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (Woah) +Blow a girl a kiss, hit the gas then I'm gone +Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (Oh-oh) +Treat a record deal like a loan +Makin' these hits gon' keep me on (Come on) + +[Post-Chorus: NAV] +Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G +Pull her weave out, makin' her moan (Like a G) +Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound +I don't know where the other one gone (It's gone) +Every time I'm drivin' down the strip +Got people throwin' thumbs up at my whip (Skrrt) +In the club sparklers comin' +They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (Bling) + +[Verse 1: NAV] +Since 2017 I been gettin' paid (Gettin' paid) +Monograms on my waist, watches in the LV roller case (Let's go) +I gotta play it safe, shooter mask on, can't trace no face +Got a good lawyer, now I ain't got no case +This shit I'm around, I don't think it's a waste (Yeah) +They said that I was ugly, now everything in my life is beautiful (Beautiful) +Back in the day, every time I went to Walmart, God knows that I stole (Yes, I did) +Hit it with the cut then we breakin' it down, we ain't tryna sell it whole (No) +Straight from the hood, fuck the politics, cut the check, I'll do the Super Bowl (No cap) +Well-spoken, I'm talkin' to girls, I'm makin' 'em wanna fornicate (Let's go) +I was broke three years ago but it still feel like it was yesterday (Yesterday) +Runnin' out of space, I got a lot of drip I already gave away +Twinklin' toes, my diamonds keep dancing like they doin' ballet +[Chorus: NAV] +Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows +Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (Yeah) +Drippin', I be puttin' shit on +Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (Woah) +Blow a girl a kiss, hit the gas then I'm gone +Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (Oh-oh) +Treat a record deal like a loan +Makin' these hits gon' keep me on (Come on) + +[Post-Chorus: NAV] +Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G +Pull her weave out, makin' her moan (Like a G) +Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound +I don't know where the other one gone (It's gone) +Every time I'm drivin' down the strip +Got people throwin' thumbs up at my whip (Skrrt) +In the club sparklers comin' +They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (Bling) + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +No I'm not, um, Marshall Applewhite, but I'm tryna phone home (Home, woah) +I feel like it's someone watchin' me, I had to get a clone +Drinkin' that Kool-Aid, just out a white cup +This ain't nothin' but a four (Four) +I'm not tryna take your life +I'm tryna take you out of space, movin' slow (Slow, woah) +She give me head like a comb +I break her heart like Comme des Garçons (Damn) +I know she bad to the bone +She think when I'm mad the reason why it storms, yeah +I just got a bad freak-freak +Never saw her feet, make her walk on her knees (Yeah) +Hit it from the back, yeah, that girl got a peach +She think I'm God, made the girl say, "Capiche," yeah +Her ass like a Jeep, yeah +Make her back it up, beep-beep, yeah (Beep, beep, beep) +Won't touch, I won't reach, yeah +Because, that girl, she is not cheap, yeah (No) +Necklace full of stone +Smokin' on Runtz, bitch, I'm too stoned +Y'all thought I was gon' fold +No, y'all put me right in my zone +[Chorus: NAV] +Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows +Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (Yeah) +Drippin', I be puttin' shit on +Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (Woah) +Blow a girl a kiss, hit the gas then I'm gone +Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (Oh-oh) +Treat a record deal like a loan +Makin' these hits gon' keep me on (Come on) + +[Post-Chorus: NAV] +Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G +Pull her weave out, makin' her moan (Like a G) +Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound +I don't know where the other one gone (It's gone) +Every time I'm drivin' down the strip +Got people throwin' thumbs up at my whip (Skrrt) +In the club sparklers comin' +They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (Bling)10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Right Now[Intro] +Sonny Digital +I'm the shit 'til I die +Aw, yes, Luv Is Rage +Aw, yeah, Luv Is Rage +I'm the shit 'til I die +Aw, yeah, Luv Is Rage + +[Chorus] +Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now +Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now +I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now +You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now +Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now +Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now +I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now +You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now + +[Verse 1] +First off, I just be high, I be smoking the dope +Got a little bitch that be sniffing the coke +Living my life like I cannot go broke +I stay living my life like I cannot go broke +Don't jump in a 'Rari, I jump in a Ghost +Ain't fucking your sister I ain't fucking your hoes +I went to jeweler, put my mouth on froze +I'm stacking my mula, I'm gettin' this dough +Remember I rocked that Givenchy sweater +On the front of that bitch it had a Cujo +I'm stacking my money, I'm counting blue notes (Yeah) +You look at my pockets, fat just like glucose +If you wanna rumble, I jab at yo' nose +If she wanna tumble, get passed to my bros +Rock Mr. Completey and 424 clothes +Me and my brothers got four super hoes +[Bridge] +Oh, yeah (I'm the shit 'til I die) +Oh, yeah +Oh, oh (I'm the shit 'til I die) +Oh, oh + +[Chorus] +Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now +Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now +I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now +You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now +Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now +Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now +I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now +You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I just be high off the Xans (Xans) +Super geeked up off the Xans (Xans) +School bus that's right in my hand +School bus that's right in my hand, yeah +I rock hard like I'm in a band, yeah +Your little bitch, she is a fan, yeah +Lil' nigga getting big money, yeah +Go to the beach, get a tan, yeah +Jump in the crowd with my fans, yeah +Jump in the crowd with my fans, yeah +Water, water on my wrist, yeah +Water, water on my hands, yeah +Three wheels like a Can-Am +Throwing stacks like a band man +Break your arm like I'm Van Damme +Count it up, I'm the band man (Yeah) +Baby girl, take my number (Number) +Baby girl better call (Call) +Getting money every day (Day) +Every day, I'ma ball (Ball) +Baby girl, do not stall (Stall) +Grab the handle, flip the doors (Doors) +Either you gon' drop yo' drawers (Drawers) +Or I'ma kick it with my dogs +[Bridge] +You, you gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now + +[Chorus] +Sorry, baby girl, I gotta go right now +Even though I want you, I can't take you home right now +I'ma let you take the number to my phone right now +You gon' force me just to get up in my zone right now + +[Outro] +Yeah, you know that Luv Is Rage33EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Left Right[Refrain: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert] +So much ice around my neck 'cause I'm a rockstar (Huh?) +Foreign car, foreign broad, oh my God (What?) +VVS diamonds shinin' on my arm (Yeah) +Crashed the Bentley coupe rollin' off them bars (Ayy, ayy) +So much ice around my neck, bitch, I'm a rockstar (Huh?) +Foreign car, foreign broad, oh my God +VVS diamonds shinin' on my arm (On my arm) +Crashed the Bentley coupe rollin' off them bars (Yeah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Um, yeah, I was just in Miami, yeah (Chee) +Guess who I fucked on the beach, yeah (What?) +Guess who I fucked on the beach, yeah (Who did you fuck?) +Guess who I fucked on the beach, yeah (Who did you fuck?) +Diamonds, that's all in my teeth, yeah (What?) +VVS all in my ring (Yeah, yeah) +Chanel, that's all in my feet (Yeah) +Yeah, um, that's double C, yeah +Walkin' with that pocket rocket, yeah (Fire, fire) +Singin' to your bitch like I'm Carl Thomas, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Lookin' at your chain, boy, they false diamonds, yeah (What?) +Lookin' at my chain, boy, that's all diamonds, yeah +I just went to three-'peat, spent like five thousand, yeah +Cartier on my face, don't need no eye doctor, yeah (Carti, Carti) +Hit that bitch from the side, yeah, I side-pipe her, yeah (Yeah) +Dabbin' in the name of love like the Pied Piper, yeah (Yeah) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Like that's right, bitch, better make that cash +Like that's right, bitch, better shake that ass +Like that's right, bitch (That's right) +That's right, bitch +Like that's right, bitch (That's right) +That's right, bitch +Like left, right, bitch (Left, right) +Left, right, bitch +Like left, right, bitch (Left, right) +Left, right, bitch +Like that's right, bitch, better shake that ass (Yeah) +That's right, bitch, better make that cash (Yeah, ayy) + +[Refrain: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert] +So much ice around my neck 'cause I'm a rockstar (Yeah, rockstar) +Foreign car, foreign broad, oh my God (Chee, chee) +VVS diamonds shinin' on my arm (Chee) +Crashed the Bentley coupe rollin' off them bars (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +So much ice around my neck, bitch, I'm a rockstar (Rockstar) +Foreign car, foreign broad, oh my God (Oh my God) +VVS diamonds shinin' on my arm (Shinin' on my arm) +Crashed the Bentley coupe rollin' off them bars (Yeah) + +[Verse 2: Playboi Carti] +Left, right, bitch +Left, right, bitch +If a ho can't get right she get left right, bitch +Left, right, bitch +Left, right, bitch +I got cars, I got cars, yeah, left, right whip +I got hoes, I got hoes, yeah, left, right bitch +I got thots, I got thots, yeah, left, right tricks +Switchin' broads, switchin' broads, yeah, damn, I'm on some shit +Put my dick up on her, now she callin' me, ain't talkin' 'bout no shit +Ho, I'm off the bean moonwalkin' on my Michael Jackson shit +Okay, cool, okay, cool, diamonds dancin' on my wrist +Okay, bool, okay, bool but my nigga Dee a crip +Diamonds dancin' like Beyonce, got Ashanti on my wrist +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Like that's right, bitch, better make that cash +Like that's right, bitch, better shake that ass +Like that's right, bitch (That's right) +That's right, bitch +Like that's right, bitch (That's right) +That's right, bitch +Like left, right, bitch (Left, right) +Left, right, bitch +Like left, right, bitch (Left, right) +Left, right, bitch +Like that's right, bitch, better shake that ass (Yeah) +That's right, bitch, better make that cash (Yeah, ayy) + +[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] +(That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)93EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Loaded[Intro] +You know my pockets loaded +You know my pockets swollen +All of my diamonds frozen +You know my pockets loaded +(8) +You know my pockets swollen +All of my diamonds frozen +You know my pockets loaded +You know my +(8) + +[Chorus] +My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh) +Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah) +Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin') +Ooh, and they showin' (Woah) +Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it) +Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it) +Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?) +That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +Loaded, loaded (Ayy) +Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Woah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Woah) +Loaded (What?), loaded (Yeah) +Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Yeah) +[Verse 1] +Chain white like it's snowin' +Drive my car like it's stolen (Woah) +Wipe my nose, I'ma blow it +Watch cost eighty-one thousand like Terrell Owens (Yeah) +Countin' up all these checks (Ayy) +I'ma flex, on my ex (Ayy) +Smoking gas, lost my breath (Ayy) +'Long as I'm loaded, I'ma flex (Woah) +Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded +You live with your mother, ayy, so I call you junior (Ayy) +Balmain pockets, loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded + +[Chorus] +My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh) +Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah) +Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin') +Ooh, and they showin' (Woah) +Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it) +Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it) +Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?) +That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +Loaded, loaded (Ayy) +Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Woah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Woah) +Loaded, loaded (Yeah) +Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Loaded) +[Verse 2] +Not a Land, Range my Rover +I don't gotta drive (Gotta drive, skrrt, skrrt), pull up with a chauffeur (Woah) +Bitch, I get so fly when I shop at Dover +They all in disguise, just know that I'm loaded +(Pocket got dead guys, just know that I'm loaded) +Guys, just know that I'm loaded +(Pocket got dead guys, just know that I'm loaded) +Pocket got dead guys, just know that I'm loaded +Loaded, loaded, loaded (Ayy, woah) +Went to the bank today, they said, "You're loaded" +Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded +Saw you flexin' but you don't own it (Ayy) +I just went platinum +Count my bonus (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +My diamonds, they frozen (Beep) +Ooh, pockets loaded (Ayy) +Diamond chain, they glowin' (Woah) +Ooh, and they showin' (Huh?) +Money, I'ma throw it +Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it) +Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Yeah, bored, huh?) +That you can't afford (Ayy, woah) +[Post-Chorus] +Loaded, loaded (Ayy) +Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Ayy, yeah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded (Yeah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Ayy) + +[Outro] +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Chrome Heart Tags[Intro] +Yeah, this Lil Uzi Vert +(T-T-T-T-Turbo) +I'm ready +(T-T-T-T-Turbo on the track) +Let's go + +[Verse 1] +I don't ever want to talk about it +I don't ever want to see you (No) +Everybody, they been changing now +Now you see what the cheese do (Yeah) +I understand, charge it to the game +Everybody wanna feast too (Yes) +I put gold all up on my neck +I put gold on my teeth too (Woah) +I ain't never stayed from the jump +How you say that I leave you? (Huh?) +How you say that I left you? +First year was the best you (Yeah) +After all the dumb shit that you did +Can't believe that I really kept you (Damn) +We used to sit in the same room +And I still probably would text you (No) + +[Chorus] +She ain't never gon' talk back +Gettin' big money, that's a tall bag (Yeah) +Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag +Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags (Woah) +Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (Let's go) +Pulled up in the Lam', it was manual, I had to stall that +I just made ten M's today, bitch, that's all facts +Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (Hello?) +Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (Woah) +Yeah, I pick the bitch up +But I made her walk back (Yup) +[Verse 2] +All my niggas got the tools +So you need a hard hat +They ain't even know it's me +'Cause I had a skull cap (Bitch, no) +Slime snake my disease (Slatt) +If you bite, I bite back (Woah) +Had this bitch on her knees +Asked her where her jaw at (Ooh) +Hello? (Hello?), hold on +Baby, gotta call back +'Cause I ran into a lick (Give me that) +And I need all that (Yeah) +Murakami on my walls (Ooh) +Nigga, where your KAWS at? (Wow) +I just beat a nigga up +Now I need my paws back (Yup) +Got a Glock with a dick +Yeah, I had to pause that (Pause) +When I'm shopping, know I'm safe +So I'm in the mall strapped +Diamonds all up in her face (Bling, baow, baow, bling) +Make a bitch percolate +Put her on ElimiDate +Been fucked, boy, you late (Woah) +[Chorus] +She ain't never gon' talk back +Gettin' big money, that's a tall bag (Yeah) +Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag +Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags (Yeah) +Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (Off it) +Pulled up in the Lam', it was manual, I had to stall that (Let's go) +I just made ten M's today, bitch, that's all facts +Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (Woah) +Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (Sauce it) +Yeah, I pick the bitch up +But I made her walk back (Walk) + +[Verse 3] +Yeah, chain gang +Diamonds in my chain hang +Diamonds in my chain swing (Woah) +I'm just tryna maintain (Vroom) +Now I'm talking 'bout the fame (Yeah) +Fucking with my fucking brain (Let's go) +I can go in any lane (Woah) +Tear that bitch up out the frame (Yeah) +Hotbox a Mulsanne (Woah) +I just gotta ventilate (Woah) +I just got a new Range (Woah) +Yeah, it came with different plates +One, two, three, four +Skip the six, skip the eight +Then I skip the shit to ten +Run from 12, and I'm straight +You ain't never reach your day +You can't go where I go, you can't stay where I stay (Stay) +Her nigga in the way +Picked her up in my Rolls (Woah) +She don't know where I stay, fucked that girl on vacay, yeah +[Chorus] +No, she ain't never gon' talk back +Gettin' big money, that's a tall bag +Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag +Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags +Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (Let's go) +Pulled up in the Lam', it was manual, I had to stall that +I just made ten M's today, bitch, that's all facts +Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (Hello? Okay) +Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (Let's go) +Yeah, I pick the bitch up +But I made her walk back (Walk) + +[Outro] +Yeah, I picked the bitch up +And I made her walk back21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Team Rocket[Intro] +Yeah (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +Like, when it come to hundreds, that's money my way +Remember she ain't want me, now she all in my face +Like, uh, girl, you too late, yeah, you ain't got no taste, yeah (No) +Driving to the bank, yeah, I can't close my safe, yeah +Brittany be my bae, yeah (Brittany be my bae, yeah, yeah) +Money in the way, yeah +Um, I couldn't wait, yeah (I couldn't wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy) + +[Verse 1] +Getting these hundreds, I count it (I count it) +What you want? Watch me just count it (Yeah) +All of my diamonds outstanding +Don't want to sit on the dick, then just stand bitch (Stand) +Nowadays I'm getting money +Paid a hundred fifty just for a sandwich (What?) +Walk around with the big guns, so lil' nigga, know you cannot jump me +Like, oh no, ho, you can't have my cake (No) +Stepping in Margiela, you can't walk my way +Like, get out my face (Bye) +Diamonds on my teeth, don't talk my way +What do you want with me? (What?) +What do you want with me? (Tell me, tell me) +Kicking her out, see you later (Bye) +Cancel her like Ricki Lake (Cancel) +I was just playing 2K (Damn) +Losing my money, 2K (Damn) +But I got all of this cake (Yeah) +It do not matter to me (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Like, when it come to hundreds, that's money my way (Yeah) +Remember she ain't want me, now she all in my face (What?) +Like, uh, girl you too late, yeah, you ain't got no taste, yeah (No) +Driving to the bank, yeah, I can't close my safe, yeah +Brittany be my bae, yeah (Brittany be my bae, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Money in the way, yeah +Um, I couldn't wait, yeah (I couldn't wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy) + +[Verse 2] +Uh, what is that all on your waist? (What?) +Goyard that's all on my waist (All on my) +Cartier all on my face (Yeah) +I got the dreads with the fade (I got the dreads with the) +Talking that shit catch a fade (Ayy) +Walking around with the bank (Yeah) +Walking around with the bank, yeah +Walking around with the bank (Bank) +Yeah, I'm alright (Yeah) +Nowadays I feel like I'm alive (Oh) +Yeah, I could've died (I could've, ayy) +I'm the shit, nigga, I got ten wives (Ahahaha) +Yeah, I'm just playing, I got one +What you want? (Like what you want?) +Walk around in Prada jeans with like twenty something (Like twenty something) +I brought two pair of Balmain jeans that's twenty hundreds (Twenty hundreds), yeah (Ayy), yeah +[Chorus] +Like, when it come to hundreds, that's money my way (Yeah) +Remember she ain't want me, now she all in my face (What?) +Like, uh, girl you too late, yeah, you ain't got no taste, yeah (No) +Driving to the bank, yeah, I can't close my safe, yeah +Brittany be my bae, yeah (Brittany be my bae, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Money in the way, yeah +Um, I couldn't wait, yeah (I couldn't wait, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy) + +[Outro] +Money any way, yeah36EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Celebration Station[Intro] +And I can't do my dance 'cause my pants, they from +They from France +I can't slow this +(I'm working on dying) +Yeah, no, I can't slow it +Fast-paced all the time (Yeah, one, two, three, yeah) + +[Chorus] +Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten +She ignore that man, fuckin' with me, handstand +I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad +I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let's go, yeah) +Yeah, what is mine? That is yours +You can't hold my Lam', yes, I own my land +Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up +I can't be broke again +Talkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it up +Headshot soak his mans + +[Verse 1] +My choppa get hot just like a pan +Knock your headlights just like a ram +I got ten toes and I count up, ten fingers +So I do not need an, um, helping hand +Monopoly crib, I'm movin' again +Got your bitch on me, she groovin' again (Let's go) +Lamborghini just give them a reason to hate +So my niggas shootin' again +My coupe, my roof, drop that shit again +She sucked my dick then she mopped up my friend +No, we do not wanna feel tooth again +When she let me go, I'm on the loose again +She on the molly, she tryna boot again +She ain't even mine, this girl is a lend +I prayed every time when I thought you sinned +I write in my mind, I don't use a pen (Yeah, yeah) +She givin' me time, my watch cost a Lam' +Just give me more time, other watch cost a Benz (Yeah, yeah) +Look at Lil Uzi, he poppin' again +Them niggas, they switchin', they hoppin' again (Yeah) +Look at them niggas, they oppin' again +She give me that top and she sloppin' again (Woah) +Look at his album, it's floppin' again +Not takin' a break, I'm not stoppin' again (Yeah, woah, yeah) +[Chorus] +Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten (Let's go) +She ignore that man, fuckin' with me, handstand (Let's go, let's go) +I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad (Woah, woah) +I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let's go, yeah) +Yeah, what is mine? That is yours +You can't hold my Lam', yes, I own my land +Stackin' this paper, you know that I get it up +I can't be broke again +Talkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it up +Headshot soak his mans + +[Verse 2] +Woah, spent a hundred thousand on a brand new pointer choker (Woah) +Automatic gun's got a motor +I can feel that shit in my shoulder (Woah) +Brand new watch cost a quarter +And you know it's flooded in water +You know every day I'm gettin' older +But I'm young enough for your daughter (Let's go) +And you know my neck is flooded in boulders (Boulders) +Gettin' money, yeah, that's my quota (Quota) +Even though Lil Uzi gettin' older (Older) +Know I'm young enough for your daughter (Yeah) +Every time I'm in my mind, I focus (Woah) +She give me head, hypnosis (Yeah) +Talkin' 'bout the love can't hold me (Woah) +Talkin' 'bout the guap can't fold me +Uh, uh, talkin' 'bout "You're mine," no, you don't own me +Yeah, just take your time, and gotta be colder +Yeah, it's on my mind and they just know me (Know me) +Yeah, fast-paced all the time and I can't slow it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Chorus] +Too much guap, bands, bands, bad lil' foreign, ten, ten +She ignore that man, fuckin' with me, handstand +I can't lie, she got that good, but that girl bad, bad +I stay with a bag, bag, make that girl dance, dance (Let's go, yeah) +Yeah, what is mine? That is yours +You can't hold my Lam', yes, I own my land +Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up +I can't be broke again +Talkin' that shit, then that Glocky gon' hit it up +Headshot soak his mans (Lil Uzi) + +[Outro] +Hello? Hello? Where am I? +I ain't never seen nothing like this, the fuck is all this? +Hello? Yo?19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Better Move[Intro] +What's happening? +Remember I used to play that pinball game? +Let's go +Lil Uzi Vert +Ooh, you better move (That was before I had Internet) + +[Chorus] +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +You better move, you better move +You better move, you better move +Louis my shoes +Pull out my whip on twenty-twos +I saw your girl, I had to scoop +Just like a bird, she gonna swoop +Neck is achoo, might catch the flu +Banana clip straight from the zoo + +[Verse 1] +I'm like Mother Goose, if I say shoot, they gonna shoot +No, I'm not sweet, I just got flavor +Don't need no to water to mix up this juice +They say "Why your chain it look like a choker?" +That's for the slaves that had to wear the noose +Uh, no, you can't cuff me, baby, let me loose +The way that I live, baby, that's a roof +Matchin' closet, it came with a pool +Bro moving 8 balls, not no pool +If you ask me his name then I don't have a clue (Woah) +Make 'em hit the folks every time that I shoot +Too much money, I'm evil from the root +Yeah, my shows they bust right through the roof +Saw your crowd at your concert on snooze +I'm a dog, bitch, I howl at the moon +I remember when I didn't have cable +That was back when I used to watch Zoom +[Chorus] +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +You better move, you better move +You better move, you better move +Louis my shoes +Pull out my whip on twenty-twos +I saw your girl, I had to scoop +Just like a bird, she gonna swoop +Neck is achoo, might catch the flu +Banana clip straight from the zoo + +[Verse 2] +I live my life like a cartoon +Reality is not my move +I don't know why that girl so rude +Oh, that's 'cause her jeans, they from Rhude +You better have you a real good excuse +He want the smoke, but I don't got a Juul +I'm like Mother Goose, if I say shoot, they gonna shoot +Yu-Gi-Oh, Yu-Gi-Oh, you wanna duel? +Blue-Eyes White Dragon, no, I will not lose +When I hit my dance, got unlimited moves +Countin' twelve thousand and that was by noon +Yeah, step on competition, changin' my shoes +Green shirt, bitch, I'm Steve, where is Blue? +Every chain on I pity a fool +I'm an iPod, man, you more like a Zune +Made her eat on my dick with a spoon, ew +Versace drawers, bitch, you Fruit of the Loom +Yeah, yeah, Fruit of the Loom +[Chorus] +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +You better move, you better move +You better move, you better move +Louis my shoes +Pull out my whip on twenty-twos +I saw your girl, I had to scoop +Just like a bird, she gonna swoop +Neck is achoo, might catch the flu +Banana clip straight from the zoo + +[Outro] +Woah +Yeah, yeah, yeah19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +YSL[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, Ike Beatz & Don Cannon] +(DP on the beat) +We gettin' money, man, fuck all that hatin' shit +This nigga trippin' +(Bitch, bitch) +Ayy +Ayy, yo +Why y'all niggas mad? +Bro, Ike, I'm 'bout to go, give me my weed, bro +He gon' start jumpin' +That nigga smokin' gas, that nigga losing his mind +He gon' start jumpin' +He thought I was gonna beat his ass +You know, tell 'em where you from, shorty +I'm from 56, ah +Tell 'em where you from, shorty, over here +5600, nigga, Lansdowne, nigga +I'm talking West Philly, nigga +(That's on West Philly, nigga, you already know it, uh-huh) +You know I'm a—I'm a North Philly nigga +You already know that, man +Rest in peace, my nigga Chico +Rest in peace, my nigga Nine, man +Rest in peace, my nigga Wee +Rest in peace, my nigga Doodot, yeah +And we ain't gon' give these niggas fame but +My nigga Ike had that nigga bitch out in LA +Fuck that bitch +Nigga, I had that nigga bitch in LA, that other nigga bitch +Stop lyin', nigga, you had nobody bitch +On my mama, nigga +[Verse 1] +Just talked to Future, he in Dubai +We not there yet but I got my whole damn crew high +Put Spiky and Ike in Dior, yeah, that suit tie +Ike smilin' like, "No more, I don't gotta move dimes" +Boy, you better have a lot of patience, yeah +'Cause you can't move time +I was just with my grandma sleeping on futons +Give her what she want 'cause deep down scared to lose her +She asked for five racks and I give her that two times +Yeah, I give her that two times +Doin' good for yourself, they wanna shoot ya +Stop tryna finesse me out my mula (Yeah) +I don't go nowhere without my ruler +(DP on the beat) + +[Chorus] +Ruler (Yeah, yeah) +Ruler (Whoa) +Ruler (Huh?) +Ruler (Bah) +Ruler (Ooh, yeah) +Ruler (What?) +Ruler +Ruler +Ruler (Bah-bah) +Ruler (Bah) +Ruler (Yeah) +Ruler (What?) +Ruler (Hey, hey) +Ruler (Hey) +That's why I don't go nowhere without my ruler +[Verse 2] +In Vegas I stay at Venetian with a cougar +She talk to me when she right on her knees +Said, "I can't believe I blew ya" +That girl, she like to come kick it with me +'Cause her boyfriend is a loser +Making sound effects, I hit from the back +Yeah, she got me just like, "Ooh, yeah" (Woo) +I started gettin' this money, I guess you can call it new racks (Yeah) +Countin' them blue stacks +Yeah, that's them blue racks +Yeah, that's them blue racks +Yeah, that's them blue racks +Yeah, feels so good when you can do that +That's my old whip, come to my new shop (Skrrt) +Got a red drop (Yeah) +Got a blue drop (What?) +Got a red dot +Got a blue dot +I can't be the shooter right now 'cause I'm smoking moon rock + +[Chorus] +Ruler (Yeah, yeah) +Ruler (Whoa) +Ruler (Huh?) +Ruler (Bah) +Ruler (Ooh, yeah) +Ruler (What?) +Ruler +Ruler +(DP on the beat) +Ruler (Bah, bah) +Ruler (Bah) +Ruler (Yeah) +Ruler (What?) +Ruler (Hey, hey) +Ruler (Hey) +That's why I don't go nowhere without my ruler27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dip (Remix)[Intro] +Hit that ho like 10K, uh + +[Chorus] +You not my homie, no, no, no (No, no, no) +You not my homie, you do not know me +Got a bitch on me, she is Cambodian (Wah, huh) +I get the guap, nigga you know it (Woah) +I got a Glock, it got a stick (Woah) +It got a mop, like a custodian (Woah) +I got the sauce, you could just soak in it (Woah, woah) +I got the sweet aromatic with dope in it (Woah) +My paint is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it (Woah, woah) +I went in Gucci, and I'm closing it (Woah) +I went in Louis, and I'm closing it +You went in Prada, and you stole from it (Yeah) +Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it +Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah) +Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it +Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (Grra-kada-boom) + +[Refrain] +Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Charmander +I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta (I got you) +Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (Woah) +Gucci my seam and my pocket got four 'nanas +B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Santana +Only thing Burberry probably my bandana +Audemar P., so I cannot damn stand it +How I feel 'bout them Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich +Fuck them girls together, make 'em just can-can it +Them girls was nasty, enjoyed every damn minute +Ball on a portable court with the sand in it +Everything clear in the port when I land in it +[Interlude] +She said "I want you, you, you, you and you" +She said "I want Rock, Mean and Stizzy too" +Pulled up to the block, I got the same Gucci as you +Slime disease, I snot, achoo (Ooh) + +[Refrain] +Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Charmander +I'll make you lean, but you ain't drinkin' no Fanta (I got you) +Walk off the scene with a sawed off with no handle (Woah) +Gucci my seam and my pocket got four 'nanas +B.B. on me so I felt like I'm Santana +Only thing Burberry probably my bandana +Audemar P., so I cannot damn stand it +How I feel 'bout them Xans same way I feel 'bout a ham sandwich +Fuck them girls together, make 'em just can-can it +Them girls was nasty, enjoyed every damn minute +Ball on a portable court with the sand in it +Everything clear in the port when I land in it + +[Verse] +I heard in your hood that you not the man in it +Try come around and your ass will get jammed in it +Bentley seats look like the strawberry jam in it (What?) +I got the one with the cam in it +Balmain my jeans, pull the zipper and her hand in it +Move your hand over cause I got my fan in it +You might hit the trigger, shit'll go blam in it +Chanel on my neck, the one with the clam in it +Got a old Hellcat but engine got Lamb in it +Rubber band man, but your ass do not got no bands in it +Never been pussy, any problem handle it +Light your ass up and we probably get your candle lit +Double CC and that shit on my sandal, bitch +Pull up, big B and this shit some outlandish shit +New little bitch, I don't think she can handle it +She give me head like my motherfucking dandruff itch +I got the vision (Woo), all the shit I saw I swear I need counseling +Keep talking shit then my niggas gon' cancel +Sip on that Faygo, I had to give the Fanta up +Yuh, that shit was hard (How hard?) +Like a 12 year old just tryna give Santa up +Black and white diamonds, boy, gotta get that panda up +I'm rocking bear, so you better give that salmon up +[Chorus] +You not my homie, no, no, no (No, no, no) +You not my homie, you do not know me +Got a bitch on me, she is Cambodian (Wah, huh) +I get the guap, nigga you know it (Woah) +I got a Glock, it got a stiff (Woah) +It got a mop, like a custodian (Woah) +I got the sauce, you could just soak in it (Woah, woah) +I got the sweet aromatic with dope in it (Woah) +My Patek is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it (Woah, woah) +I went in Gucci, and I'm closing it (Woah) +I went in Louis, and I'm closing it +You went in Prada, and you stole from it (Yeah) +Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it +Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah) +Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it +Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (Grra-kada-boom) +You not my homie, no, no, no (No, no, no) +You not my homie, you do not know me +Got a bitch on me, she is Cambodian (Wah, huh) +I get the guap, nigga you know it (Woah) +I got a Glock, it got a stiff (Woah) +It got a mop, like a custodian (Woah) +I got the sauce, you could just soak in it (Woah, woah) +I got the sweet aromatic with dope in it (Woah) +My paint is so wet, it's so clean, put some soap in it (Woah, woah) +I went in Gucci, and I'm closing it (Woah) +I went in Louis, and I'm closing it +You went in Prada, and you stole from it (Yeah) +Okay, she give me the pussy, I float in it +Okay, she do not like root beer, got Coke in it (woah) +Okay, her skin is so smooth 'cause she lotion it +Grra-kada-boom, lil' bitch, I'm totin' it (Grra-kada-boom) +[Outro] +Lil Uzi!52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Early 20 Rager[Intro] +(Uh) +Why you hatin'? (Yeah) Ayy +Boy, you hatin' (Yeah), ayy +Boy, you fakin' (Yeah), ayy +Boy, you fakin' (Yeah), ayy +Yeah! (Huh?) +Ayy, tell me, ayy, why you hatin' +(That be Maaly Raw) + +[Chorus] +Wait, wait, wait, wait (Yeah) +Wait, wait, wait (Huh?) +Chop it up off the plate (What?) +How long do it take? +Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah) +Half-baked, want the face (Huh?) +Do no date (What?) +Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake (Uh, yeah) +Wait, wait, wait, wait +Wait, wait, wait (What?) +Chop it up off the plate (Ayy) +How long do it take? +Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah) +Half-baked, want the face (Huh?) +Do no date +Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake +[Verse 1] +Nowadays I get like 80K a show (Ayy) +Now at 50 shows straight from my tour +Run it up, run it up +Fuck your bitch, made her play double-dutch +Hit from the back, fuck her stomach up +Cheerios, lick on my honey nuts +Nowadays I get like 80K a show (Ayy) +Now at 50 shows straight from my tour +Run it up (Yeah), run it up +Fuck your bitch, made her play double-dutch +Hit from the back, fuck her stomach up +Cheerios, lick on my honey nuts (Yeah) +Fuck your girl on cam (Yeah) +GoPro (Yeah) +That's 'cause she a ho +Lil Uzi, I hope you prepared for the ride +Fuck your girl on cam, GoPro +That's 'cause she a ho +Diamonds all on my fingers, diamonds all on her toes +Fucking R&B singers, I got R&B hoes + +[Chorus] +Wait, wait, wait, wait (Yeah) +Wait, wait, wait (Huh?) +Chop it up off the plate (What?) +How long do it take? +Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah) +Half-baked, want the face (Huh?) +Do no date (What?) +Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake (Uh, yeah) +Wait, wait, wait, wait +Wait, wait, wait (What?) +Chop it up off the plate (Ayy) +How long do it take? +Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah) +Half-baked, want the face (Huh?) +Do no date +Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake +[Verse 2] +Feel like Triple-Six Mafia, all I see is demons +That bitch ain't on a boat, all she see is semen +400 dollars for a brand-new Gucci beanie +Whippin' up the pasta, eat it up like it's linguini (Yeah) +Oops, I flexed, I'm sorry, I ain't even mean it (Ayy) +Oops, I flexed, I'm sorry, I ain't even mean it (Nah) +See it then I get it, if I want it, already have it (Woo) +Diamonds on my Rollie, AP flooded like a Patek +I knew that I (Yeah) +I wouldn't make up +Time is racin' (Ayy) +I had patience (Uh) +I wear, yeah, Cartier, these ain't Ray-Bans (Ayy) +Why you fakin'? (Ayy) +Why you hatin'? + +[Chorus] +Wait, wait, wait, wait (Yeah) +Wait, wait, wait (Huh?) +Chop it up off the plate (What?) +How long do it take? +Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah) +Half-baked, want the face (Huh?) +Do no date (What?) +Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake (Uh, yeah) +Wait, wait, wait, wait +Wait, wait, wait (What?) +Chop it up off the plate (Ayy) +How long do it take? +Bake a cake, smoke a face (Yeah) +Half-baked, want the face (Huh?) +Do no date +Diamond water like an ocean, like a lake +[Outro] +Ayy, tell me, ayy, why you hatin' +Fuck your girl on cam (Ayy) +GoPro (Ayy) +That's 'cause she a ho (Ayy) +Diamonds all on my fingers (Ayy) +Diamonds all on her toes (Ayy) +Fucking R&B singers (Ayy) +I got R&B singers (Hoes) +I got R&B singers (Hoes, yeah) +I got R&B singers (Hoes, yeah) +I got R&B singers (Hoes) +I got R&B singers (Hoes, ayy) +I got R&B singers (Hoes, ayy) +I got R&B singers (Hoes) +I got R&B singers (Hoes, yeah) +I got R&B singers (Hoes) +I got R&B singers (Hoes) +I got R&B hoes27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You’re Lost[Intro] +Know I had to tell my girl +This ain't that +Woah, I don't want you back (Lil Uzi) +Yeah, I'm just counting racks +Yeah, the money won't bring her back (It won't) +Yeah, and I just want her back +Want her back (I want her back) + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, say you made your money backflip you lyin' +Skrrt-skrrt, big Lambo' now I'm drivin' +Give her the D, yeah, she fight it +Yeah, she turn around and she like it +Woah slide on it, ride on it +Turn around girl, bite on it +Diamond chain, you can shine a light on it +I hit your girl, yeah, it's tight homie +I'm so fly you fly a kite on me +Stand on my money, got some height on me +Yeah, no that is not my homie +I said no that is not my homie + +[Chorus] +I was in Miami with my old homies +Fucked on your girl when she got lonely +[Verse 2] +Skrrt-skrrt +Yeah, my car, it go skrrt-skrrt +Might fuck around and buy a new one +Cowboy status, walk with two guns, yeah +Wait, hold up (Hold up) +Diamonds all on my teeth, it look sunny (Yeah) +I'ma walk through the game 'til I run it (Til I run it) +I just left out the bank with a hundred, yeah (Wait, wait, wait, a hundred thousand? Yeah) +I know she was with you some time ago (What?) +She left you 'cause, um, boy, so broke +Boy, you a joke (Yeah, yeah) +Boy, you a hoax +She got with a boss 'cause, boy, you a ho (Um, yeah, um, yeah) +Yeah, he ain't got no money +I swear that that boy be doin' that most +He say he gon' get me touched (He lying) +Tryna put on a show +Talkin' that he gotta go +Thirty K that for the low +Everybody be quiet, yeah (Shhh) +Gotta keep the blinds closed (Why?) +Who that knockin' at my door (What?) +Runnin' out the back door +Saint Laurent cost a Yeezy (Yeah) +Remember life wasn't easy (It wasn't) +Remember girls didn't need me (What?) +Now they beggin' just to meet me (Bye) +Bad girl from Waikiki (Yeah) +And she wetter than a squeegee (Yeah) +Long legs just like Dee Dee (Yuh) +Lil' nigga just like Dexter (Yuh) +But she know that I'ma flex her (Huh?) +And you know I'ma finesse her +Young nigga gettin' money +Girl are you up? (Yeah) +[Chorus] +I was in Miami with my old homies +Fucked on your girl when she got lonely18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trap This Way (This Way)[Verse 1] +Can't no nigga get me out my zone (Yeah) +Better watch your girl, better keep her close (Lil Uzi) +'Cause when she with me, never say no (Okay) +When I hit the stage, I'm an animal (Yeah) +Yeah, ayy +When I hit the stage, I'm an animal (Yeah) +No I cannot stop, man, I'm in my mode (No) +I'ma stack it up, I'ma get this dough (Yeah) +I'ma clap it up, she gon' drop it low (Low) +I'ma throw these ones, I'ma throw some more (More) +I'ma throw these ones, I'ma throw some more (More) +Hit it on the rug, hit it on the floor +But that girl not mine so I'm still alone (Lone) +But that girl not mine so I'm still alone (Lone) +Said she's DTF for tickets to the show (Yeah) +Yeah, I have it my way when I'm on the road (Woah) + +[Chorus] +She know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy) +We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah) +We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?) +Bitch, diamonds on my arm, yeah, my wrist straight +You know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy) +We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah) +We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?) +We got all the guns, don't come this way (What?) +[Verse 2] +Come on, drop it real low for a real nigga (Real nigga) +Drop it real low for a real nigga (Real nigga) +Come on, baby, I'ma spend these mils with you (Mils with you) +Know you fuck with him, but still fuck with you (Woah) +You got that water, so I'm still stuck with you (Splash) +Make it vibrate seven-hundred thirty minutes (Yeah) +Make it vibrate seven-hundred thirty minutes (Huh) +Make it vibrate seven-hundred thirty minutes (Huh) +She gon' keep on goin', oh, no that girl, she ain't finished (Yeah) +(Man, she threw her coochie on me, then I'm right up in it) +Gucci on me, head-to-toe, I swear this shit is linen +Never mind them haters, you know I'ma keep on spendin' + +[Chorus] +She know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy) +We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah) +We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?) +Bitch, diamonds on my arm, yeah, my wrist straight +You know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy) +We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah) +We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?) +We got all the guns, don't come this way (What?) + +[Verse 3] +Uh, throw it up, make it rain, yeah +In the club, plug from Medellin, yeah +I heard that they icy, I got better bling, yeah (Better bling) +I put VVSs in my brand new ring (Yeah, yeah) +Okay, plus one, flawless, flawless in my brand-new chain (Yeah) +Baby, drop it low just for this little change (Okay) +To you, that change, it is something, to me, not a thing +I might pull up, double cup, but I'm not sippin' lean (Hey) +I put molly in my cup and it's still Easter pink +Man, she got me in a daze, takin' all my cheese +She keep goin' in my zippers of my Balmain jeans (True) +I can't hit 'em by the ones, do it by the threes (Yeah), yeah +[Chorus] +She know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy) +We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah) +We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?) +Bitch, diamonds on my arm, yeah, my wrist straight +You know that I get the guap, so she gonna come this way (Ayy) +We got all the funds, drop it this way (Yeah) +We got all the ones, shake it this way (What?) +We got all the guns, don't come this way (What?)25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ready Set Go (VLone)[Intro] +(Vlone) +Boy, you too slow +(Vlone) +Yeah, yeah, ayy +(Vlone Thug) +Boy, you too slow, yeah, what? Ayy +(Vlone) +Boy, you too slow +(Vlone, Vlone thug) +Ready, set, go, hey, hey, hey, ayy, yeah +(Vlone, Vlone, Vlone thug) +Yeah, yeah +(Vlone) +Ready, set, go +(Vlone, Vlone thug) + +[Verse 1] +Ready, set, go, um, yeah (Ready, set, go) +Gotta give credit to God but I did this on my own, um, yeah +Playboi Carti, what's your religion? He said it's Vlone (Vlone, Vlone) +I swear I'm vlone +When I get older I swear I die alone (Die alone, die alone) +And on the real, don't nobody really wanna die alone (No) +And they really hatin' on me to get me out my zone +But they can not get me out my zone (No), hey +Work her brain like it's mind control (Yeah) +We gon' make it rain, tell 'em bring some more (Bring some more) +Lambo in the rain, yeah, I lost control (Yeah, yeah) +Hit the front light and I smashed the door (Yeah, yeah) +And I looked down, still got my dough (What? What?) +Whew, neck on freeze, AP wrist on froze +Yeah, swag OD and your lil' bitch know it +Oh Vet' my Ts, Raf Ricky from Dover (Yeah, what?) +Got a centerpiece hanging on the chopper with the shoulder +Diamonds on my teeth +[Chorus] +Ready, set, go, um, yeah (Yeah, yeah) +Gotta give credit to God but I did it on my own, um, yeah +Got a bad chick on my side and you know she gon' roll (Hey) +Know I gotta stay on my toes +Ready, set, go, only thing that I know +Ready, set, go, hey, hey +Ready, set, go, wait +Ready, set, go, ayy, ayy +Ready, set, go, wait +Ready, set, go, yeah, hey +Ready, set, go, wait +Ready, set, go, hey, yeah +Ready, set, go, hey (What?) +Ready, set, go, ayy + +[Verse 2] +That's your new girl? Yeah, had her last week +Felt like yesterday, what a fast week +Don't want to treat Brittany like Ashley (No) +Yeah, treated her cool if you ask me (What?) +Yeah, but that's only if you ex me +Found out she was cheating, what a bad dream +Bad dream, fighting through a bad dream +(That girl ain't want me, now she wanna let me, ayy) +Wanna caress me, now she wanna sex me +Tell that girl that I'm sorry, I'm already married +Yeah, straight to the money (Yeah) +Make her tear up like onions, yeah +She take D just like Sunny, yeah +Swing from trees like a monkey, yeah +Want that tail like a pony +Want that tail like a horse +Pull that phone with my Rick Owens +Tell that girl, "One call, I'm on it" +Gotta watch the snake like a boa +Getting money, you know it +Make it rain and you know it +So much I need a mop +[Chorus] +Ready, set, go, um, yeah (Yeah, yeah) +Gotta give credit to God but I did it on my own, um, yeah +Got a bad chick on my side and you know she gon' roll (Hey) +Know I gotta stay on my toes +Ready, set, go, only thing that I know +Ready, set, go, hey, hey +Ready, set, go, wait +Ready, set, go, ayy, ayy +Ready, set, go, wait +Ready, set, go, yeah, hey +Ready, set, go, wait +Ready, set, go, hey, yeah +Ready, set, go, hey (What?) +Ready, set, go, ayy + +[Outro] +Vlone, boy is you slow +Vlone, boy is you slow +Vlone, Vlone Thug +Ready, set, go +Vlone, Vlone Thug +Vlone, Vlone Thug39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All My Chains[Intro] +Monster's gon' tear it up + +[Chorus] +On her face Neutrogena, ayy +Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy +Got my nina, damn +Got my other nina, damn +On the block with all my chains on (Chains on) +On the block with all my rings on (All my rings on) +On her face Neutrogena, ayy +Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy +Got my nina, damn +Got my other nina, damn +On the block with all my chains on (Chains on) +On the block with all my rings on (All my rings on) +On her face Neutrogena, damn +Bad bitch look like Tina, damn +I got nina, damn +Got my other nina, damn +On the block with all my chains on +On the block with all my rings on + +[Verse 1] +This a fly trap nigga theme song, ayy, ayy +This a fly trap nigga theme song, ayy, ayy +Damn, I got the A.P.C. jeans +Damn, rockin' the Givenchy jeans +Damn, got your bitch all on my dick +Damn, no I do not rock no wings +Damn, Alexander to the Wang +Damn, Alexander to McQueen +Yeah, you rockin' New 7 Jeans +No, we rockin' NM Joe Jeans +No, I'm rockin' them Balmain jeans +Ayy, got your bitch all on my team +Damn, cause Lil Uzi he is so clean +Damn, and I'm still off of that lean +Damn, I am so RSVP +Damn, when I'm in RSVP +Damn, what the fuck do you got on? +Damn, you cannot walk with me +Damn, if the belt is not Goyard +You cannot um talk to me (Yuh) +All these models stalking me (Yuh) +Takin' bars and Double G's (Yuh) +[Chorus] +On her face Neutrogena, ayy +Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy +Got my nina, damn +Got my other nina, damn +On the block with all my chains on +On the block with all my rings on +On her face Neutrogena, ay +Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy +Got my nina, damn +Got my other nina, damn +On the block with all my chains on +On the block with all my rings on + +[Verse 2] +Lookin' at my Rollie bitch +I ain't got the time, uh +Smoking on big ganja +Oh you like my style, huh? +All these damn diamonds +Kicking like they Ronda +Climb up bitch inside her +Ayy, Jewish bitch eating the Latka +Ayy, I rock the Bape with the Tommy +Ayy, I fuck that bitch with no condom +Ayy, pill blue like Lilo and Stich +Ayy, run to the money like Sonic +Lil Uzi, when you resigning +Play basketball in Margiela +Must admit I am the shit like colonics +Winter time find some chinchilla +I am all white gold, I'm diamond grillin' +Damn, I was all on that bitch mental +Damn, that bitch gave me all that dental +Lil Uzi sharp like a pencil +Damn, I stack my money and triple +Damn, nut on her mouth and her nipple +Damn, bitch you be lucky I grip you +Damn, bitch you be lucky I hit you +[Chorus] +On her face Neutrogena, ayy +Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy +Got my nina, damn +Got my other nina, damn +On the block with all my chains on (Chains on) +On the block with all my rings on (All my rings on) +On her face Neutrogena, ayy +Bad bitch look like Tina, ayy +Got my nina, damn +Got my other nina, damn +On the block with all my chains on (Chains on) +On the block with all my rings on (All my rings on)74EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money Mitch[Intro] +(Zaytoven) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what? +Yeah, what? Yeah, yeah +Yeah, what? Yeah + +[Verse 1] +All your jewelry look funny +All your bitches look funny +All your money look funny +No big-face hundreds (Hey) +Yeah, Lil Uzi, huh, 1600 (Huh, huh) +Yeah, crib look like the Playboy mansion, got sixteen bunnies (Ayy) +Yeah, I'm the lover +Yeah, do what I wanna +Yeah, don't cop from that nigga right there 'cause he is a undie (12) +Yeah, 'member they ain't love me +Now these girls wanna hug me +Only said that 'cause their boyfriends listenin' but these girls wanna fuck me +Yeah, got the 'Rari +Saw the Wraith, run it (Skrrt) +Run it, run it (Yeah) +Run it (Yeah), run it, yeah +Now I'm on top of the game, I remember I was nothing (What?) +If I talk to you, girl, man, I swear you lucky +Ooh, swim in it +Ooh, let me touch it +Turn around, girl, let me bust it (Woo) +Running back, running back, rush it +Yeah, in Atlanta (In Atlanta) +Like I'm TJ Duckett (What?) +Dior suit +Take the arm and I cuff it (Ayy) +Trust no one for nothing (No) +Run up and they bust it (Bow) +Take Xans 'til I stumble (Woo) +Full bars, now I punt 'em +Look, she brung her friends, they wanna tumble (Yeah) +Talk to mines in the huddle +All my niggas, they some savages (Yeah) +You could leave 'em in the jungle (Jungle) +You could leave 'em in the desert (Yeah) +They some dogs, need a muzzle +Baby girl, turn around +I do not wanna cuddle (No) +Damn, you wet like a puddle, yeah +Said, you wet like a puddle, yeah +And I'm feelin' myself, what? +On a molly and an edible +Now your life is ahead of you (Yeah) +No one is ahead of you (No) +Mike Tyson, I'm impeccable (Yeah) +Man, I swear that's what this bread'll do (What?) +Yeah (Huh?) +Man, I swear that's what this bread'll do (Money, money) +She took me in the backroom, said, "See what this head'll do" (Huh) +[Chorus] +Run it, run it (Run it) +Bitch, run it +Hundred thousand in jewelry, yeah +Told my jeweler run it, ayy +Why you keep talking 'bout money? (What?) +Boy, you ain't got no money (No) +Why you keep on sneak-dissing? (Yeah) +Boy, I am not no dummy (No) + +[Verse 2] +Got a white bitch, her name Connie (Yeah) +Slide in the Lam' like a Johnny (Skrrt) +In LA TMZ run up on me, kicking the cam like karate +Yeah, in a Porsche +She in a Masi (Vroom) +She got pictures of me when I was sleep +Said she want fifteen thousand +Run it, run it (Bitch) +Run it, run it (Stupid bitch) +Once I pay that money, ayy +Lil' bitch you is a done-ya, ayy +Big gun like I'm huntin', yeah +My cousin was choppin' them onions, yeah +Move that shit straight out the oven (Yeah) +Went on the block, made a hundred (Lil Uzi) +Yeah, went on the block, made a hundred (Yeah) +Hundred thousand (Whoa) +All of my niggas, they wildin' (Yeah) +I'm a Vlone thug, that's why I'm stylish (Yeah) +My main girl, I swear that she in college +She give me brain, that's how I get knowledge (Huh) +In that studio rocking that Alyx (Yeah) +Yeah, smokin' gas got me high like a pilot (Huh) +Met a girl and she worked at that Follies +Met a girl that work at Magic City (City) +Yeah, the girl at Follies, she got the titties +The girl at Magic, she got the body +On the real neither one of them fit me (Uh) +Yeah, neither one of these girls get me, yeah +They only with me 'cause I got these hundreds and these fifties, yeah (What?) +Lil Uzi don't move with no twenties (No way) +Yeah, funny thing is that you really don't move with money (Yeah) +You still move with them tens and them fives (Yeah) +You still move with those nickels and dimes (What?) +You took that girl to, um, meet your mom (What?) +But I fucked that girl right on the come +Put them girls all in a line +Boy, I'm not lyin' +Please do not get out of line +I am a Leo like lion (Huh) +[Chorus] +Run it, run it (Run it) +Bitch, run it (Yeah) +Hundred thousand in jewelry +Told my jeweler run it +Why you keep talking 'bout money? +Boy, you ain't got no money +Why you keep on sneak dissing? +Boy, I am not no dummy (No) +Yeah, got the 'Rari +Saw the Wraith, run it +Run it, run it +Run it, run it6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Malfunction[Chorus] +No one wants to die alone (No) +They don't wanna miss the show (No, no) +It’s funny time missed us both +We all got time when we will go (Go) +Seems to be over +Now it seems to be over (Damn) +Yeah, it seems to be over (Out of time) +Now it seems to be over + +[Verse 1] +They know she's mine 'cause I rule her (Yeah) +She says he does fine but I’m cooler (I'm so cool) +I got way more diamonds than your jeweler (Bling blaow) +All my girls dress like they work at Hooters (Yeah) +First I get my racks and then I backpack (Lil Uzi) +No, I don't subtract, I might just add that (Sheesh) +Did it on my own, no, you can't tax that (Slime) +This that under the table, you can't track that (Pay no mind) + +[Refrain] +Put money your head and I move with the bread +But I do not need a toaster +Diamond, water, I'm the boatster (Yeah) +Pull up right there in the roadster +She ain't want me, I was so hurt (What?) +I was broke just like Joe Dirt (Huh?) +Where you from, throw it up, nigga +I'm from the lowest part of Earth (Yeah) +[Chorus] +No one wants to die alone (No) +They don’t wanna miss the show (No, no) +It’s funny time missed us both +We all got time when we will go (Go) +Seems to be over +Now it seems to be over (Damn) +Yeah, it seems to be over (Out of time) +Now it seems to be over + +[Verse 2] +Over you, yeah (Yeah) +I got two so you know that I can't lose, yeah (I can’t lose) +Move with my savages, you know my boys gon' shoot, yeah (They gon' shoot) +Came to the club on my solo tryna groove, yeah (Yeah) +Just keep on walking, it is nothing just to prove, yeah (Prove) +Who, him? His diamonds fake, and he can't fool us (I see it) +You know it’s Christian Dior all up on my shoes, yeah (Yeah) +White stripes on the arm of my Thom Browne suit (Woah) +You know I pull up and I got my tool tucked (Bah) +You know that I don't go nowhere without my ruler (.30) +You know everything that I said was for the mula (Yeah) +I swear that me and your love's dead, called the movers (Bye-bye) + +[Chorus] +No one wants to die alone (No) +They don't wanna miss the show (No, no) +It's funny time missed us both +We all got time when we will go (Go) +Seems to be over +Now it seems to be over (Damn) +Yeah, it seems to be over (Out of time) +Now it seems to be over +[Refrain] +Put money your head and I move with the bread +But I do not need a toaster +Diamond, water, I'm the boatster +Pull up right there in the roadster +She ain't want me, I was so hurt +I was broke just like Joe Dirt +Where you from, throw it up, nigga +I'm from the lowest part of Earth + +[Outro] +I told that girl I pull up her skirt +I am so hot that I don't wear no shirt +Talk about me, you fuck around, get murked +Reject your bitch with my dick when she jerk +I hit it first, Lil Uzi Vert +Know I stay on alert +Know I stay on alert +Know I stay on alert19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Boring Shit[Intro] +I can be anything +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book (Uh) +I can be anything +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book (Uh) + +[Verse 1] +Nowadays these niggas got tellin' ways +She liked me when I was broke, now I am hella paid +Gettin' more money than that nigga that's sellin' weight +I can not hear y'all, loud radio, heavy bass +I get dough, pastries like I'm sellin' cake +Smoke gas 'til I levitate +You ain't never smoke that Jet Fuel (Yeah) +I got that from Uncle Snoop, yeah +I kept that shit 175, yeah, like seven quarters (What?) +I fuck so much that I probably got like seven daughters +Boy, you move too quick just like a rabbit +Run the game like tortoise +Fuck her to the morning +I think I'm immortal +I think I'm an alien that got sent straight down from a portal (Yeah) +Touch it from the back +And I swear that I won't record you (Yeah, yeah) +Baby, I'm not normal +Baby, I'm not normal (No way) +They don't like us because we not normal (No way) +We can do anything and I won't bore you +It don't matter to you but you know I can afford you +You rub on that amethyst, you know I can't ignore you +Watchin' Steven Universe, that's one hell of a story +You got guts, no glory, yeah (Oh) +You got guts, no glory +You got guts, no glory +[Bridge] +Whoa +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book +Take a look, it's in a book + +[Verse 2] +I could build your confidence as you build mine +You like me, I will love you always until the end of time +It seems like that I'm always on that thin line (What?) +Like 808s & Heartbreak, Kanye with a little hentai +Samurai Jack on a journey, on my lonely, always rockin' Vetements +They asked me can I rap, man, can I? +But I chose to be a sharp shooter like Chris Benoit +Drivin' in that Lamb', I remember when my mom took me to PennDOT +Fucked a girl from Sweden then I sent her ass to Denmark +Fucked a girl from LA and I left her ass right there +Of course you rock with me 'cause I just came out this year (Yeah) +But I'ma see if you really fuck with me if you listening next year (Yeah) +Countin' all my bands up +Go ahead, throw your hands up +Throw your— (Yeah), yeah +Go ahead throw your hands up +Mad because their— +Mad because their only chance up +[Outro] +Oh yeah, it's in a book, yeah +(Yeah, your only chance up) +Yeah +(And I really did it) +Know I really did it +(Yeah, I really did it) +Take a look here, it's in a book +The B-I-B-L-E25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bust Me[Chorus] +I remember she said fuck me, now that girl wanna fuck me (Yeah) +Lambo' truck, I remember I used to be dusty (Woah) +Every month, I go to the jeweler, tell Elliot to flood me +Factory on my watch, make your aftermarket say, "Please tuck me" +Old nigga had that watch since 2001, that bitch got rusty +She took SEPTA to my block, she said, "Uzi, can you bus me?" (Yeah) +I was off a Perc', took so long, she started rush me (Yeah) +And when you got this type of money, you are never ugly (At all) + +[Interlude] +Woah, okay (Wait, where am I?) +(Bugz on the beat) + +[Verse 1] +No, I do not trust 'em, no, I do not trust 'em (No) +She say that she love me, also say she love him (Woah) +Yeah, she must be geeked up, illegal substance +She is not a keeper, got her from my cousin +She was on my phone line (Yeah), steady bustin' +Now she wanna slow grind, she said I was nothin' +Hurt me with them closed eyes (Woah), know she salty (Let's go) +And I wear my clothes tight like I'm David Ruffin +Handcuffed, that's a no-no, you can't cuff me (Yeah) +I can't do no one-on-one, I'm not with no stuck shit (No, no, no) +[Refrain] +I won't lose, you can't win +I want you, but who's your friend? Ayy (Ayy) +Three hundred for a two-door Benz (Skrrt) +Three hundred for a two-door Benz, yeah +Three hundred for a two-door Benz (Skrrt) +Three hundred for a two-door Benz (Vroom) +Three hundred for a two-door Benz +I want you, but who's your friend? Ayy + +[Verse 2] +They know that I'm the shit, let me sit, please don't flush me +These niggas want me to slip, want me to trip, they wanna hurt me +But I'm ridin' 'round with some shit, it got a stick, it got a front piece +I was with my Irish bitch, she said, "Uzi, you so lucky," yeah + +[Refrain] +I won't lose, you can't win (Yeah) +I want you, but who's your friend? Ayy +Three hundred for a two-door Benz (Yeah) +Three hundred for a two-door Benz, yeah + +[Bridge] +One, two, three, four of your friends +She said, "Uzi, can you pay my rent?" +Save your money, bitch, that's money well spent +Cartiers, I can't see you through the tint +[Chorus] +I remember she said fuck me, now that girl wanna fuck me (Yeah) +Lambo' truck, I remember I used to be dusty (Woah) +Every month, I go to the jeweler, tell Elliot to flood me +Factory on my watch, make your aftermarket say, "Please tuck me" +Old nigga had that watch since 2001, that bitch got rusty +She took SEPTA to my block, she said, "Uzi, can you bus me?" (Yeah) +I was off a Perc', took so long, she started rush me (Yeah) +And when you got this type of money, you are never ugly (At all) + +[Outro] +What the fuck? Wait, what? +Wait, what? +Yo? Yo? +Where are they going? Wait +Wait, so +You gotta hit that button right there +(You are now leaving EA, the dark world)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Grow Up[Chorus] +She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!) +Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up +Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh) +Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil') +I got my dough up (yeah, yeah) +Say I took your style +Nigga just grow up (oh well) +She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!) +Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up +Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh) +Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil') +I got my dough up (yeah, yeah) +Say I took your style +Nigga just grow up (oh well) +She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!) +Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up +Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh) +Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil') +I got my dough up (yeah, yeah) +Say I took your style +Nigga just grow up (oh well) + +[Verse 1] +(Lil Uzi!) +Yeah, no cake +In your pockets, no cake +In your pockets, no bank +No big bank, you ain't +Got no wallet, no bank +In your what? +I got bank in my pocket, no hoes +On your roster, you niggas, y'all is imposters +Yeah, kicked it one time with your girl +And I swear we play soccer +Damn, I do not keep her +Hey, 'cause that girl, she is a bopper +Yeah, pass her right to my friend Zay +Yeah, I turn that girl to a hopper +Hey, she jump on top in the back +Hey, I told that girl she a topper +Hey, Alexander and McQueen +Yeah, pants so clean they look like some Dockers +Ride it four stroke and I crank the Dorado +This shit so sturdy I wheelie through potholes +Somewhere in the Philippines +Yeah my new girl, she look just like a model +Don't know if she feelin' me +Oh she really, I'm just chasin' it +[Chorus] +She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!) +Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up +Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh) +Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil') +I got my dough up (yeah, yeah) +Say I took your style +Nigga just grow up (oh well) +She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!) +Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up +Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh) +Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil') +I got my dough up (yeah, yeah) +Say I took your style +Nigga just grow up(oh well) + +[Verse 2] +Why do these boys hate? +Oooh, yeah, but they don't know me +Yeah, ballin' like Kobe (I'm ballin') +Yeah, flooded my Rollie, yeah +Diamonds on solar +Diamonds got colder +Other words: diamonds got polar +Chopper on shoulder +Got range like Rover (woah) +If she don't wanna stay I won't hold her (I won't) +But first better give me brain 'til your throat hurt (yeah) +I'm young enough for your daughter +Young enough for your daughter +Yeah, diamonds look like water +The water in Bora Bora (hey) +Got money all on the floor +My baby galore, she look like Laura +Yeah, had to cut her off, feelin' like Zoro +I'm just playin', I'll see her tomorrow (I'll see her) +Yeah my diamonds hittin' like stars +Yeah my diamonds hittin' like stars +24 karat, see in the dark +Yeah, last night it was dark (hey) +Had your girl in my car +Didn't make it to my crib, that thing, it was parked +Yeah, I hit that thing in the park (ooh) +Yeah, heard her last man was a narc +Yeah, he really don't got no heart +Yeah, sabre my tooth like a shark +[Chorus] +She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!) +Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up +Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh) +Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil') +I got my dough up (yeah, yeah) +Say I took your style +Nigga just grow up (oh well) +She ride my dick 'til I slow up (yeah!) +Drink Hennessy 'til she throw up +Yeah, she 'bout to go up (ugh) +Hey, she really tore up (damn, mil') +I got my dough up (yeah, yeah) +Say I took your style +Nigga just grow up (oh well)15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Original Uzi (4 of Us)[Chorus] +Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?) +That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (What?) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah) +Four of us, four of us (That be Maaly Raw) +Four of us, four of us + +[Verse 1] +Cuban wrist, now I'm colder, ayy (Yeah) +Diamonds on me, now I'm colder, ayy (What?) +Gettin' money so I'm older, ayy +Gettin' paper, now I'm bolder, ayy (Wait) +Jump in a GTR, yeah (Skrr) +Drive it, drive it like you stole it, what? (Yeah) +Fuck that bitch, hit record, yeah (Wait) +Flash on so she know it (Yeah) +She know it, she know it +She know it +Di–diamonds so big in the Rollie (What?) +Jump in my whip, do a donut +Cop behind me, I won't slow up (Skrr) +Takin' Xanax 'til I throw up (Ugh) +Where you from, nigga? Um, throw it up (Where?) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah), four of us (Yeah) +Four of us (Yeah), four of us (Yeah) +Four of us (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Nigga, I tucked the burner (Bow) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her +That be that bye bye birdie (Huh) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (Yeah) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (What?) + +[Verse 2] +Drinkin' that clean like dirty (Yeah) +Yeah, huh, wait... +Skrr! +Pull up that whip with curtain (Yeah) +Pull up that whip with curtains (Yeah) +When it rain, you know that umbrella right in the door (Yeah) +Fuck with your girl, she like water (Yeah) +No, I do not wanna keep her, ayy (Yeah) +That be the end of the story (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Nig–nigga, I tucked the burner (What?) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (Yeah) +That be that bye bye birdie (What?) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (Yeah) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (What?) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?) +That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (What?) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Four of us (Four of us), yeah +[Verse 3] +My pockets, they stick out like a brick (What?) +Your pockets, yeah, they light like a feather (Pff) +Yeah, I don't cheat (What?) +Me and my girl fuck bitches together (Yeah) +I wear jackets no matter the weather (Yeah) +Rockin' red Balmain leather (Huh) +I be thinkin' life is a set up (Yeah) +'Bout to go out with Beretta +Huh, yeah +Got a pole out and it's metal (Ayy) +You'll get popped just like kettle (Ayy) +But I want World Peace like Metta (Yeah) +Wait, countin' cheese, that's that feta (Yeah) +She a light-skin when I'm redder (yeah) +Wait, that's your bitch? Nigga, better get her +'Cause my picture all on her header (Huh) +On Twitter (On Twitter), on Twitter (On Twitter) +On Twitter (Yeah), on Twitter +Better get your bitch, nigga, I'll rip her (I rip her) +Had her up on my bed then I flipped her (Yeah) +Yeah, wet like flipper (Uh) +Yeah, wet like dippers (Uh) +What? In my slippers (Yeah) +Yeah, did I mention? (What?) +Yeah, now she wet (Wet) +What? +She get attached then I clip it (Huh) +Rick Owen boots with the zippers (Yeah) +Okay, you hip but I'm hipper (I'm hipper, I'm hip) +Shoot with that missile, won't miss you (Doo-doo-doo-doo) +She suck my dick then go kiss you (Yeah) +On the real, that is the issue (What?), yeah +[Chorus] +Nigga, I tucked the burner (What?) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (Yeah) +That be that bye bye birdie (What?) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (Yeah) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (What?) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?) +That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (What?) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Secure the Bag[Intro] +Oh (Bugz on the beat) +Oh, what can I do? +Oh (Let's get it) + +[Chorus] +I was on the road, yeah +Securing that bag, uh +Gettin' that cake, yeah +They missin' the wave, yeah +She used to play, yeah +Now she in my face, yeah +You in or you out? (Out) +This is a gang (This is a) +This is a game (Ayy, this a game) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a game (This is a game) +Boy, what you claim? (Boy, what you claim?) +Throw up your gang (Throw up your gang) +Switchin' four lanes (Switchin' four lanes) +And our whip not the same (Ayy) + +[Verse 1] +Low down dirty (Low down dirty) +Put you to shame (Put you to shame) +What is her name? (What is her name?) +She got a red Range (Got a red Range, skrrt) +It's movin' insane (It's movin' insane) +And I fuck with Kodie (I fuck with Kodie) +Flooded my neck (Flooded my neck) +With ice in my Rollie (With ice in my Rollie, ice, ice) +I was messed up (I was messed up) +They didn't notice (They didn't notice) +They didn't notice (They didn't notice) +They didn't notice (They didn't notice, come on) +You ain't got guap (You ain't got guap) +But they be all on me (Woo) +Uh, now they all on me (Now they all what?) +Uh, now they all on me (Lil Uzi) +These niggas, they be so fake (Fake) +Uh, they not your homies (No) +But they try to get you baloney (Yeah) +These niggas full of baloney (Baloney, uh) +She see I'm runnin' a race (Race) +Save my name under Tay-K (Tay-K) +She say, "Why you out here so late?" (Huh?) +"I worry 'bout you every day" +[Chorus] +I was on the road, yeah +Securing that bag, uh (Yeah) +Gettin' that cake, yeah +They missin' the wave, yeah (Woah) +She used to play, yeah +Now she in my face, yeah +You in or you out? (Out) +This is a gang (This is a) +This is a game (Ayy, this a game) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a game (This is a game) +Boy, what you claim? (Boy, what you claim?) +Throw up your gang (Throw up your gang) +Switchin' four lanes (Switchin' four lanes) +And our whip not the same (Ayy) + +[Verse 2] +Pull up, lil' bitch (Bitch, vroom), choppa need range (Range) +They flashin' them pics 'cause it's VLONE on my jeans (All on my jeans) +Look at my kicks, kickin' that shit like my name was Liu Kang +I took your lil' bitch and fed her the pain +Me and you, boy, I swear we're not the same (Yeah, woo) +He say he better than me, that's all lies +Says she never did these drugs all night (Oh, yeah) +We eatin' good, they cannot judge, this our life +Keep somebody that I love close by (For sure) +'Cause they want me to die when we're close-eyed +We gon' put 'em in the trunk if he OT +He tried to cross his own guys, they almost smoked him (Bah) +Now he forced to live a lie, I must show him +[Chorus] +I was on the road, yeah +Securing that bag, uh (Yeah) +Gettin' that cake, yeah +They missin' the wave, yeah (Woah) +She used to play, yeah +Now she in my face, yeah +You in or you out? (Out) +This is a gang (This is a) +This is a game (Ayy, this a game) +This is a gang (Come on) +This is a gang (Yeah, gang) +This is a game (This is a game) +Boy, what you claim? (Boy, what you claim?) +Throw up your gang (Throw up your gang) +Switchin' four lanes (Switchin' four lanes) +And our whip not the same (Ayy, vroom) + +[Outro] +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi +Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it +Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it +Count all my guap I'm gettin' +Oh, I'm gettin' a lil' headache +Wait, where's my phone? +Hello? Bro, I just saw a three, I never saw nothin' like this +I never saw anything in my whole entire life like this +I don't know what they were, bro, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no +I was right here lookin' through the glass +I don't know, bro, I'm trying to figure it out, nothing's making sense +Bro, I gotta drop this album, all this bro17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Run It Up[Intro] +That's what I said lil' bitch +That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah) +That's what I said lil' bitch (Lil Uzi) +That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah) +That's what I said lil' bitch (Get it) +That's what I said lil' bitch (Get it, yeah) +That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah) Do what I said lil' bitch (What?) +That's what I said lil' bitch +That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah) +That's what I said lil' bitch (Lil Uzi) +That's what I said lil' bitch (Yeah) +Le—let's, let's keep that going +I guess at that part +That what I said lil' bitch +That what I said lil' bitch +Bugz on the beat +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Yeah, huh) +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Yah, yah, yah) +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Ayy, ayy, ayy) +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Woo, what?) +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Chee, chee, chee) +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi (Chee, chee, chee, chee) + +[Chorus] +Get them bands, now run it up +Get them bands, now run it up +Stack my bands, now run it up +All blue bands like, "Nothing else" (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm good, I'm a hunnid now +Don't move less than a hunnid 'round +She ain't want me, she in love now +All my cups, they drugged-out +When she chill with me, she say that's a touchdown +She can't believe she gon' touch now +Smoking that herb and get bust down +I cannot get stuck now (Yeah) +Diamonds all in my bust down (Bah) +Big boy guap, it get left out +Don't want to talk about the check now +[Verse 1] +Off-White on my Nike check now +Tell Nike I need a check now +I don’t want more, I want less now +I'm the one keep them impressed now +Look at my phone, get the text now +The type of text you should check now +But you know I cannot stress now +Put my new one in a hex now +I'm the boss, I'm a T-Rex now +Basically, boy better step down +I'm the one paying for direct now +Hit that boy once, that's direct down +Silencer with no direct sound +She just wanna hear the TEC sound +You know I like play the cut now +I don’t have to do too much now +Go to my hood, in a rush now +Stand in the middle, we shut down +I’m the one with all the luck now +Stand in my hood and I’m bust down +Do you know the meanin' of bust down? +Even with luck, gotta tuck now +I got these chains, it from Elliot, a hunnid K on it, no cut-down +Avianne ring, yellow Yao Ming, Ben Baller chain still cost two-hunnid +With the cut-down, fuck all that, man, I still want it (Yeah) +That's how you know I get money (Money) +Balmains over a hunnid, no, I can't own, it fifty +Gotta watch, niggas tricky, these niggas can't trick me +Leave a boy even-steven, no, them boys leave you missin' (Mmm) +I was known for the drippin' (Yeah) +I was known for the business, yeah +I was known for "If a nigga got a problem, we can get to hittin'", yeah (Huh?) +I'm not talking 'bout with my fist got the Glocky, not unless it's a Smith &, yeah, yeah +Yes, I'm in my own world, I am the president +If you wanna get to me, you gotta register +All blue cheese on me, not the type in the register +I don't really think it register +Nowadays, I'm not regular +I get all my drugs over the counter, pass the register +I fucked with her brain, so you know I can't have sex with her +Diamonds in my ring, so you know I gotta check with her +[Chorus] +Get them bands, now run it up (Run it up) +Get them bands, now run it up (Run it up) +Stack my bands, now run it up (Run it up) +All blue bands like, "Nothing else" +Bitch, I'm good, I'm a hunnid now +Don't move less than a hunnid 'round +She on me, she in love now +All my cups, they drugged-out +When she chill with me, she say that's a touchdown +She can't believe she gon' touch now +Smoking that herb and get bust down +I cannot get stuck now (Yeah) +Diamonds all in my bust down (Blau) +Big boy guap, it get left out +Hate on me, get checked out + +[Verse 2] +Heard that boy really got guap, and he went and just left town +Came back with the big ol' Lex now +Big old heart, feel like the best now +I can make that boy go back to his ho, and then blow it up, that is a letdown +Fucked them, but I can't just rest now +Think I'm worried 'bout being blessed now? +I ain't tryna be a letdown +12 undercover in dress-downs +Talked to my momma, can rest now +You want the drama, get pressed now +Met the real Drama, a letdown +They look at me like a check now +Used my head, I'm the best hands down +I'm the one fuck up they plans now +Boy, I swear I get you ran down +Me and my street always in Lansdowne +Free my boys that's in the can now +They freed 'em all, now they all hands down +She look at me from a glance +She look at me from a glance now +I had this girl in a trance now +Before she know, it in her pants now +Too much bank, got a new account +Big boy knots, that's a big amount +Bend her right over, put it in her mount +Don't wanna fuck, put it in her mouth +Diamonds on my neck hit like blue mound +X her right out, she had to sniff the white mount +Bitch, I'm on the gang, turned ya' right now +Ecstasy with a 'shroom right now +Put the Perc in me, level right out +Don't wanna fuck, let her right out +I didn't wanna fuck anyway, just wanted her to see my new house +Want to see what her sweet tooth 'bout +Proceed to give me that mouth +Percy Miller, bitch, I swear I'm 'bout it, 'bout it +Three years ago, Goyard wallet +Big Backwood full with Gelato +Light it up with a Goyard lighter +Lyrical dope ho, jaw ice +These niggas steal my flow, man, they liars +These niggas my clones, and they biting +Nigga like me, oh, I can't allow it +Bitch, I'm off a bean, bustin' off a molly +I can feel this shit in my body (Yeah) +Keep it a bean, you ain't really ridin' +Keep it a bean, you ain't really slimin' +Everywhere I go, a camera on me, so I ain't really hidin’ +Plus one turn a two into a minus +Bitch, I feel like I'm the one +Bitch, I feel like I'm the prophet +No, everything led to mine, I feel like old Hov +I feel like new Kanye, I feel like new Jay +When I count new profit, I count that old money +Just to get new guns (Yeah), that's for the blue ones +That's for the red fifties, I get them dead digits +I get them dead digits, he talk to the feds with it (Woo) +He talk to the feds with it +I heard that he dead snitchin' (I heard) +I heard that he dead snitchin' (I heard) +You know that I stay with it (Stay with it) +You know that I stay with it (Stay with it) +I wanted the head with it +I'm wantin' the head with it (Come on) +My diamonds, they wet like a boat +Snow, and they sled in it (Yeah) +Diamonds like wedding ring, ooh (Yeah) +Bitch, ain't no lead in it (Lead in it) +[Bridge] +That's what I said, lil' bitch +That's what I said, lil' bitch (Yeah) +That's what I said, lil' bitch (Lil Uzi) +That's what I said, lil' bitch (Yeah) +That's what I said, lil' bitch (Get it) +That's what I said, lil' bitch (Get it, yeah) +That's what I said, lil' bitch (Yeah) +That's what I said, lil' bitch (Wha, yeah) + +[Chorus] +Get them bands, now run it up (Run it up) +Get them bands, now run it up (Run it up) +Stack my bands, now run it up (Run it up) +All blue bands like, "Nothing else" +Bitch, I'm good, I'm a hunnid now (Yup) +Don't move less than a hunnid 'round +She on me, she in love now +All my cups, they drugged-out +When she chill with me, she say that's a touchdown +She can't believe she gon' touch now +Smoking that herb and get bust down +I cannot get stuck now (Yeah) +Diamonds all in my bust down (Blau) +Big boy guap, it get left out +Hate on me, get checked out28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Paradise[Chorus] +Yeah, paradise, yeah (Yeah) +It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh) +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up) +Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah) +Yeah, paradise, yeah (Yeah) +It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh) +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up) +Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah, yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Baby, you like me, like the way you stay clean +Alexander the Wang, Alexander McQueen +You doing your little thing, you rocking Balmain +I'm rocking Mr. Completely, the 424 jeans +I started touring (I started touring) +My life is the opposite of "My life is oh-so boring" +Yeah, you know so turnt up (Woo) + +[Chorus] +Paradise, yeah (Yeah) +It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh) +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up) +Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah) + +[Verse 2] +My phone ignore it (My phone ignore it) +When you be calling (When you be calling) +I started balling (I started balling) +You stopped your stalling (You stopped your stalling) +That Range, I park it, I drove a Rover +I skrrt, I skrrt it, yeah, I swerve and drive it just like I stole it +[Bridge] +And she right on my side 'cause she's the boldest +Our style's the coldest, style's the coldest +We liplock until our lips are swollen +Live in the moment, good times is golden +I'm not gonna lie, you got me open, yeah +Yeah, but that's only in the moment, yeah (That's only in the moment) + +[Chorus] +Yeah, paradise, yeah (Yeah) +It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh) +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up) +Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah) + +[Outro] +Yeah, paradise, yeah +It's somewhere that I never been before +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up +Yeah, like you better with no makeup28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rich Forever[Intro] +(What?) +Make it rain and I leave it there +I don't ever clean the mess up +Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there +So dark, can't see in there +Still took a bitch to eat in there +She said, "How you pull off in your whip if there ain't no key in there?" (Skrrt) +New coupe can fit three in there +Woo, woo +Woo, woo +Woo, woo +Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever +Woo, woo +Woo, woo +(This is a Dolan Beats production) +Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah + +[Verse] +I pull up in Bentley, no Bimmer +Balenciaga, these not no Arenas +I got a chopper, could clear whole arenas +I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina +I let that lil' bitch just hold on my Nina +You know I stay, don't have to get my cheese up +I remember that bitch wasn't a speaker +Now I'm the only thing come out her speakers +These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers +I get the cake like I work for Denise's +Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man +These soft-ass niggas can't fuck with the demon +You know Lil Uzi got the bitches fiendin' +I got the Glock and my laser is beamin' +These niggas borin', tell me when they're leavin' +Rainbow my diamonds but I am not readin' +These niggas old, yeah, their hairlines recedin' +Go get the money, blue checks I'm receivin' +Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix +I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus +She on her knees and she beg for the semen +Rick Owens my bed, I drip when I'm dreamin' +Bitch, out my way, at the top, you can't glo me +Did everything so it's nothin' you can show me +I'm the type nigga that wave out in front on you +I'ma just pass you just right to my homie (Woo) +I'm the type nigga that wave out in front on you +Take the safety off, and blast my opponent (Yeah) +These rappers pitiful, also my children too +I don't know why they're always actin' bogus +One of my youngest children just went platinum +Startin' to think he better than my oldest +Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up (Froze) +Made three million off my shoulders (Shoulders) +Drippin', drownin' in the water (Yeah) +Got more money than your father (Yeah) +So that means you're my daughter (Daughter) +Choppers on me, I got 40 (40) +Jack boys rip the floor up (Floor up) +Sawed-off getting taught (Bow) +Stomach shot, get your core (Core) +Went 2Pac, watch the door (Door) +2Pac, that's Shakur ('Kur) +Nigga better watch his whore (Yeah) +I'ma send him to the Lord (Lord) +He was on life support ('Port) +But the doctor pulled the cord (Cord) +That's what happen when we warrin' (Woo) +1600 leave you snorin' (Woo) +Catch a carbon, that's a Corbin (Woo) +Blue tips in the FN +It's GED like I'm testin' (GED) +Get every dollar with no dressin' (Yeah) +They won't play this on your FM (Ayy) +You a rat, call the PC +That's the pest control, not protection +Tell my bitch, "You her best friend?" +Oh no, bitch, you gon' text her (What?) +Let him ease in my section (Section) +We gon' hit him with a message (message) +We got shooters out in Essex (Essex) +We got shooters out in Texas (Texas) +All my niggas know, it's wreck shit (Wreck shit) +Throw your set, throw your set, bitch (Set, bitch) +You keep showin' me your new bitch +Boy, you're fuckin' on my ex-bitch +She with you for a check, bitch +Gave her racks, diamond necklace (Necklace) +You can keep it, I got extra (Extra) +No, they can't out-check us (Check us) +Spend a hundred, put the rest up (Yeah) +Niggas tryna be the best us (What?) +Make it rain and I leave it there +I don't ever clean the mess up (Yeah) +Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there +So dark, can't see in there +Still took a bitch to eat in there +She said, "How you pull off in your whip if there ain't no key in there?" (Skrrt) +New coupe can fit three in there +Smoke a blunt, 4 Gs in there +Goyard wallet with the cheese in there +Margiela, put my feet in there (Yeah) +VVSs, put my teeth in there (Yeah) +High 20s, you get Cs in there +Francisville, I ain't leavin' there +1600, yeah, I be in there +Come around, you get whacked here (Whacked here) +Come around, you get wet here (Wet) +Come around, you get checked here (Checked here)24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Heavy Metal[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss +You light like a feather, heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib (Uh) +(She keep talking 'bout lime green, no) +(Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah) +Let's go +(Lil' slime Vert, bitch bendin' over) +Lil Uzi Vert +(Yeah, I got shoot 250, yeah) +Let's go +(She keep talking 'bout lime green, no) +Uzi Vert +(Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah) +Yeah +(Lil' slime Vert bitch, bendin' over, yeah) +Yeah +(Yeah, I got shoot 250, yeah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +I woke up richer than yesterday +I had to go get a check today +All by myself, no masturbate +Hoodbaby, come by, gave Tec away (Let's go) +That boy, he was talking yesterday +He probably get laid to rest today +I can put this shit together in a faster way +What, you want me to go and kill you straight? (Yeah, yeah) +Told that bitch listen, no, no you can't kiss me +I hit that thing once and then drip for the finish (Yeah) +Told that bitch, "Turn around, lick on this dicky" (Huh?) +I got these girls and they fightin' all up and like +And they screamin' out like, "Pick me," like, "Pick me" +"Pick me," like, "Pick me," like, "Pick me," like, "Pick me" +Bitch, I'm a demon, I ride in a demon +Spin through your block, lil' bitch, this not a hemi (Skrrt) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +You ain't never seen a Rollie full of that piss +Two yellow chains and it look like Chris +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib +Uh, make the bitch ride dick, 10 speed, yeah +Which one leave home with me? Uh-uh-uh + +[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert] +Drop about 8-350, yeah +She keep talking 'bout lime green, no +Lil' bitch this is slime green, yeah +Lil' slime Vert, bitch bendin' over +Yeah, I got shoot 250, uh +No 100 round, bitch, 250, yeah +Two minutes, I made 250, yeah +Lil Uzi, I'm straight from the 16, yeah +On my neck spent 250, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Keed] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't hear never heavy metal like this +You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss +You light like a feather, heavy like brick (What?) +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist (Uh-uh) +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this (Uh-uh) +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib (Uh-huh) +[Verse 2: Lil Keed] +(Keed talk to 'em) +New Chi when shortkey and you know we ball out (Keed talk to 'em) +Fear of God on the kid, no Ferragamo, nah, none (Fear of God, Fear of God) +Y'all niggas be hoes, y'all the ones causin' 12 to come out (What?) +Yeah, I know y'all be the one telling them to come out (What?) +Bad ho climbing all on a nigga, I ain't talking treehouse (Let's go) +Y'all niggas rat, nigga +Heard y'all bitch niggas tellin' all (Rat, swear) +Yeah, we in the trap house, where we get the tray comin' in and out (What?) +And you know I'm at your bitch house, like a knife gettin' in her mouth (Let's go) +And you know I kept sticks on me, handgun was in the couch (Gun, swear) +And you know the ho goin' right up when the slime come through (Turn up, slimeball, turn up) +Y'all niggas be some old niggas, I don't know what y'all niggas 'bout (What?) +Racks in the Goyard bag, yeah +Hood baby to the moon, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss +You light like a feather, heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib +[Verse 3: Lil Gotit] +(Hood Baby) +I'm the king +Diamond real water, told a nigga Aquafina (Let's go) +We beat the bitch down, told her to put on her jeans +Panamera coupe on the top got the rings (Skrrt-skrrt) +Clutch on the Glock, on the bottom got a beam (Brrt) +Eyes wide open, got me focused on the bean +Real class smoke got me high of the green (Let's go) +Know you can't cap to a hood baby, yeah (Oh no) +Talkin' real crazy, got them babies everywhere +Slatt Gotit gon' drip-drip, yeah this rare +You know you cannot clone me, oh, no, no, dear (Oh no) +She suck me real loose, diamonds hitting from the rear (Suck it up) +I done ran up the racks so they gave me all the medals (Run it up) +I'm Lil Gotit so no you do not owe me (Lil Gotit) +I'm the chosen, don't compare me to nobody (They know) +Put your code in and watch your body open (He frozen) +Big bloods on the low, yeah, slime they got it like oh yeah (Slime) +I rock with a torchy, yeah, I call that bitch that loco (That torchy) +No touchy-touchy, yeah, I told that bitch I model + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +You light like a feather, I'm heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +You ain't ever seen a Rollie full of that piss +You light like a feather, heavy like brick +I'm a rockstar, I got slits on my wrist +You ain't never hear heavy metal like this +Got two yellow bitches gon' chill in my crib15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wit My Crew X 1987[Part 1: Wit My Crew] + +[Intro: Dolemite] +By the way, who're you waitin' for anyway? +I'm waitin' for Dolemite +For who? +Dolemite, motherfucker, you heard her +Sowoot, FKi + +[Chorus] +Ayy, I just got rid of my boo (Got rid of my) +I might just swerve in a coupe (I might swerve in a, what?) +I fucked you girl in my coupe (I fucked you girl in my) +Popping these pills, they be blue (Pop, pop, pop) +My chain so tight like a noose (Tight, tight, tight, tight) +Watch, I be flexin' on you (Watch, I flex, pop a) +Riding around, we go vroom (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) + +[Refrain] +Riding around with my crew (Skrrt) +Riding around with my crew (With my crew) +Riding around with my crew (Crew) +I'm riding around with my crew (My crew) +Riding around with my crew (Riding around) +I'm riding around with my crew (With my crew) +Riding around, we go vroom +Watch how we flexin' on you (Flexin' on you) +[Verse 1] +Ayy, bitch, I ain't checking on you (Ain't checkin' on you) +Ayy, lil' bitch, I pity the fool (Yeah) +Ayy, counting these bills, they be blue (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose + +[Chorus] +Ayy, I just got rid of my boo (Got rid of my) +I might just swerve in a coupe (I might swerve in a, what?) +I fucked you girl in my coupe (I fucked you girl in my) +Popping these pills, they be blue (Pop, pop, pop) +My chain so tight like a noose (Tight, tight, tight, tight) +Watch, I be flexin' on you (Watch, I flex, pop a) +Riding around, we go vroom (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) + +[Post-Chorus] +Ayy (Skrrt), get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Riding around with my crew +Riding around with my crew + +[Verse 2] +Oh, I am so sick like the flu (Flu) +Oh, getting money like a Jew +Spend a hundred on my jewels (Spend a hundred on my) +Feel like Santana with my Jewels (Woo, woo) +Thick white girl right on my side (Yeah) +She kinda look like, um, YesJulz (Woo) +No, you can't come to my room (To my room) +With them clothes on that's my rule (That's my rule) +I leave you wetter than a pool (Yeah) +I fuck you right there in your shoes +I fuck you right there girl don't move (Do not move) +I leave you right there girl don't move +I flew around and I groove (Yeah) +I stick it right there 'cause I'm cool ('Cause I'm cool) +[Bridge] +Yeah, I just need to find +I, I just need to find love +I, I just need to find love (I just need to find love) +I, I just need to find love + +[Chorus] +Ayy, I just got rid of my boo (Got rid of my) +I might just swerve in a coupe (I might swerve in a, what?) +I fucked you girl in my coupe (I fucked you girl in my) +Popping these pills, they be blue (Pop, pop, pop) +My chain so tight like a noose (Tight, tight, tight, tight) +Watch, I be flexin' on you (Watch, I flex, pop a) +Riding around, we go vroom (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) + +[Post-Chorus] +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Ayy, get the money, snooze you loose (Countin' these hundreds, these hundreds) +Riding around with my crew +Riding around with my crew + +[Outro] +(Riding around with my crew) +(Riding around with my crew) +(Riding around with my crew) +(Ri-Riding around with my crew) +[Part 2: 1987] + +[Intro] +I might (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Love shit that I do... +Love shit that I... + +[Chorus] +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +My life is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +My life is not normal + +[Verse] +I might get high off of codeine +Regular bitches is boring (Boring) +I might hit up Tuddie +I whip her like she my foreign +My life stopped being so regular +Now a nigga is important ('Portant) +Getting money no et cetera +Baby just come and just join me (Join) +I might pull up in a 'Rari +I swear that shit is not normal (Normal) +My bitch yeah she super bad now +I swear that shit is not normal (Not normal) +That is because I can a— +I can afford to (Afford to) +Look at my money, my nigga +I swear to God, I tried to warn you (Warn you) + +[Chorus] +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +It is not normal +My life is not normal + +[Outro] +1987 +1987, 1987 +1987, 1987 +1987, 198815EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +1600[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +(Yeah, drip, drop, drop) +Yeah (Drop, drop, drop, uh) +Ayy (Drip, drop, huh) +(Drip, drop, huh) +Yeah (Drop), yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +Know I'm still 1600 (Lil Uzi) +Know I'm still 1600 (Huh?) +Still the 150 nigga from the gutter (Yeah) +All blue cheese, no other (What?) +All big racks and I want it (What?) +All big racks and I'm the only one +All blue cheese, we want it +All blue cheese and I'm the only one +Show me my opponent +Fuck on your bitch 'cause I want it (Yeah) +I be so high 'til the morning (What?) +I be on drugs, I'm a stoner (Yeah) +All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi) +Walk around, they my clones (Who that?) +That mean that your girl? (Huh?) +Want me to take her home? (Yeah) +[Verse 1] +I was on molly rock (Damn) +I was on minerals (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm fresh to death (Come on) +Want no fentanyl (Hey) +I like perkys, baby (Yeah) +I'm on medicine (Ayy) +I been lost my mind (What?) +I came from the slums (Chee) +YSL, slatt, slatt (Chee) +Yeah, I twist my thumbs (Slatt, slatt) +When I'm in the 'Raq (Yeah), it's no limit to these guns (Uh) +When I'm in the A them hoes know I got the funds (Yeah) +They all in my face 'cause they know I'm throwing ones (That's no cap) +Yeah, know the real, put that on my son (That's on Cap) +And I ain't even got a son (Yeah) +We got big old choppers that's gon' make 'em run (Frra) +Yeah, we hit 'em boys out in Paris, London (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Know I'm still 1600 (Lil Uzi) +Know I'm still 1600 (Huh?) +Still the 150 nigga from the gutter (Yeah) +All blue cheese, no other (What?) +All big racks and I want it (What?) +All big racks and I'm the only one +All blue cheese, we want it +All blue cheese and I'm the only one +Show me my opponent +Fuck on your bitch 'cause I want it (Yeah) +I be so high 'til the morning (What?) +I be on drugs, I'm a stoner (Yeah) +All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi) +Walk around, they my clones (Who that?) +That mean that your girl? (Huh?) +Want me to take her home? (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +She was gon' eat it up +'Cause she on Xanny dust (Yeah) +I was on minerals +Got that check then ran it up (Ran it) +Drop top on the boat (Skrr) +I can make the center go (Skrrt-skrrt) +Mink on me, no antelope +Talk shit bust your cantaloupe (Bah) +How many drugs this week? (What?) +I can't tell, bitch, I'm geeked (Yeah) +I can feel the molly in my teeth +So much molly rock I can't speak (I can't) +Undercover all on me (Uh) +Undercover all on me (Some swag) +Rick Owens all on my feet (Some swag) +Vlone all on my jeans (Yeah) +Balenciaga with the B (With the B) +Chanel belt with the C (With the C) +Bitch, you felt like Swizz Beatz (Yeah) +On the block, move Alicia Keys (Ooh) +No, I don't know know you (Ooh) +No, you don't know know me (Ooh) +Gettin' money, that's easy to me (What) +Just like do-re-mi (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Know I'm still 1600 (Lil Uzi) +Know I'm still 1600 (Huh?) +Still the 150 nigga from the gutter (Yeah) +All blue cheese, no other (What?) +All big racks and I want it (What?) +All big racks and I'm the only one +All blue cheese, we want it +All blue cheese and I'm the only one +Show me my opponent +Fuck on your bitch 'cause I want it (Yeah) +I be so high 'til the morning (What?) +I be on drugs, I'm a stoner (Yeah) +All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi) +Walk around, they my clones (Who that?) +That mean that your girl? (Huh?) +Want me to take her home? (Yeah) + +[Verse 3] +My niggas whippin' them birdies (Whippin') +I'm still poppin' them 30s (Yeah) +Spike with me, we swervin' (Swervin') +But I cannot get nervous (No) +Mushroom, cap the stock, yeah (Huh?) +Nice lil' bitch in the lot, yeah (Huh) +Put that bitch right in my car (Yeah) +Drove that bitch right to my loft (Skrr) +Yeah, what it be called? +This a Oogie Mane of course (Yeah) +No, this not a Maaly Raw (No way) +So many diamonds to the wall (Yeah) +Bitch, I can build a wall (Money) +You don't wanna start war (No) +We got choppers and cuffs (Frra) +We got mops and stuff (Fire) +Turn you to lobster sauce (Pew-pew) +I got lots of swag (Pew) +I got lots of sauce (Yeah) +Fucknigga got no heart (What?) +My shirt is Chrome Hearts (What?) +New car automatic park (Dang) +Diamonds still hittin' in the dark (Skrrt-skrrt) + +[Chorus] +Know I'm still 1600 (Lil Uzi) +Know I'm still 1600 (Huh?) +Still the 150 nigga from the gutter (Yeah) +All blue cheese, no other (What?) +All big racks and I want it (What?) +All big racks and I'm the only one +All blue cheese, we want it +All blue cheese and I'm the only one +Show me my opponent +Fuck on your bitch 'cause I want it (Yeah) +I be so high 'til the morning (What?) +I be on drugs, I'm a stoner (Yeah) +All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi) +Walk around, they my clones (Who that?) +That mean that your girl? (Huh?) +Want me to take her home? (Yeah) + +[Outro] +The Perky, the Perky, the Perky, the Perky be callin' +Be callin' (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah, I'm so turnt up that I be fallin' (Fallin') +I take Perkies, let her know I ain't stallin' (Stallin') +(Slatt, slatt, yeah)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Urgency[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Syd] +Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah +Tell my redbone call my red phone, go +Yeah +I treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah +Tell my redbone call my red phone, yeah +Yeah, yeah +Yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah +Tell my redbone call my red phone +It's emergency +I hit you up just with that urgency +Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me +And I know I was dead wrong, yeah +I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +I focus just to make it stack tall, yeah +Got drip, got sauce, can dress her ass off, hey +We get so geeked, we call that blastoff, ayy +I'ma pull up on that girl, mask off, ayy +No stallin', say that I'm playing, girl, I'ma do this regardless (Yeah) +You fog my brain, them chemicals made me heartless +I'm the one that's normal, don't understand, are you Martian? +I can see her in the rough, she be shining like a diamond (Woo) +All these boys, they can't find it (Yeah), and that lil' boy, he be lyin' (Yeah) +Keep on tryna take my persona (Huh?) +Bite me up like a piranha (Bite) +Buy the real deal, I swear you is a kinda +But over you, I'll still pull up the comma +I put that shit right there right on my mama +Woah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, woah +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Syd] +Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah +Tell my redbone call my red phone +For emergency +I hit you up just with that urgency +Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me +And I know I was dead wrong, yeah +I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah + +[Verse 2: Syd] +My exes, I think they were bad luck, yeah +I promise you gon' be the last one, yeah +Vacation just so you can have fun, yeah +Got 'em wishin' they were you, ain't that somethin', somethin'? +I'm outside in the black truck, jump in +So much better than my last one, that's when I met him +Wondering how he got me wrapped up (Up, up) +You make the rules, babe +I drink on Tuesdays, I stay out too late +But if you do, just let me know who you with +Tell me the truth, tell the judge I ain't do shit +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Syd] +Yeah +Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah +Tell my redbone call my red phone, yeah +Emergency +I hit you up just with that urgency +Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me +And I know I was dead wrong, yeah +I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money Spread[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Jamie Foxx] +(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) +Oh my God +Yeah +Y'all niggas be workin' so hard +I don't do nothin' +I don't do shit (Lil Uzi) +Y'all want this shit so bad (Lil Uzi, I swear) +Y'all want it? Come on, you can have it +Huh-huh-huh, huh, hurry up, hurry up, take this shit (Huh-huh-huh) +Take it 'fore I take it back (Hurry up) +Let's go + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Open up a loaf of bread, then spread it out +I remember I almost ain't make it out (Yeah) +You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out +She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?" +I said, "No, I cannot, I could beat it out" +Put it in her, she screamin' like, "Take it out" (Ouch) +There's no feelings with no, um, relations now +I had got money, then took the paper route (Yeah) +My deposit, it look just look like my saving now +Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now +But don't worry, 'cause we gonna break him out (We got him) +Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Whip it) +Okay, my, my, my, my, that's my baby now +Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now +I just made me a hundred and eighty now +That's how much the promoter be payin' now +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +What you gon' do? Yeah, huh +When they come for you? Yeah, huh +What you gon' do? Yeah, huh +When they come for you? Yeah, huh +I don't wear boots, yeah, huh +But I'm off the boot, yeah, huh +I don't ever lose, I don't ever snooze +'Cause I just popped me two blues, yeah +No, I don't follow no rules +Fuck your bitch right out the sole of her shoes, yeah +That Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean, yeah +These niggas stealin' my moves, yeah +Five-seveN, Five-seveN, Five-seveN, Five, FN bust your top, yeah +Put it right in her neck just like a tie +I go to her crib just with my fire +I got a thot live on my opp's block +She always give up the drop (Drop) +We always gon' be on top +Whether you like it or not (Not, not) +My chain too cold, but I'm hot, made it colder +Hit from the back, she made me say, "Woah, there" (Let's go) +I hit that girl, made her pull her rotor (Okay) +I hit that, then I had break my shoulder (Yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Open up a loaf of bread, then spread it out (Out) +I remember I almost ain't make it out (Out) +You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out (Oh) +She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?" (Yeah) +I said, "No, I cannot, I could beat it out" (Ew) +Put it in her, she screamin' like, "Take it out" (Ouch) +There's no feelings with no, um, relations now (Yeah) +I had got money, then took the paper route (Let's go) +My deposit, it look just look like my saving now (Yeah) +Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now (Woo) +But don't worry, 'cause we gonna break him out +Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Master chef) +Okay, my, my, my, my, that's my baby now (My, my, my) +Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (Yeah) +I just made me a hundred and eighty now +That's how much the promoter be payin' now (Lil Uzi) +[Verse 2: Young Nudy] +Hahaha, I got your bitch over here promotin' my nuts (I got your bitch) +Yeah, your ho is a slut, hit her from the back, nigga, in her guts (Give me that) +Yeah, slap it on her butt, whole lotta white stuff on her butt (Yeah) +I know that ho freaky, she's a nut (Yeah) +She just sucked me up, young nigga goin' nuts (Uh-huh) +Uh, Glock 17 holdin' the nuts, y'all niggas really frontin' for what? +Get a pussy nigga bust for nothin' (Fah-fah) +All that talkin', need to hush it, bluffin' +Kill a nigga for the money, frontin' +In the hood, hoes stuntin', money (Stuntin') +In the booty club throwin' money (Money) +Just like a diamond, nigga, know I'm shinin' +And I do this shit Monday through Sunday +Y'all broke as fuck, can't get no money (Huh?) +I'm laughin', these niggas, they ain't doin' nothin' (Nah) +Yeah, I smoke big blunts, I smoke big blunts, bitch, I big stunt +Everybody know that Slime got a big gun +Niggas be playin', when I point my finger, they gon' shoot somethin' (Fah-fah) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Open up a loaf of bread, then spread it out +I remember I almost ain't make it out +You too old, you just keep tryna burn it out +She said, "Lil Uzi, please, can you eat me out?" +I said, "No, I cannot, I could beat it out" (No) +Put it in her, she screamin' like, "Take it out" +There's no feelings with no, um, relations now +I had got money, then took the paper route +My deposit, it look just look like my saving now +Get hit with a charge, my boy gon' take it now (Yeah) +But don't worry, 'cause we gonna break him out +Cook the crack like a chef, so I base it out (Let's go) +Okay, my, my, my, my, that's my baby now +Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now (Let's go) +I just made me a hundred and eighty now +That's how much the promoter be payin' now (Yeah) +[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah +Man, you know this your player partner Lil Uzi Vert, and +If I would've came out with this a couple years back +I would've been in the video, like, Fendi belt, Trues on +Shit like that, yeah18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wassup[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +What's, what's, what's up? +Play that trumpet for the real niggas (What's up?) +What's up? +Play that trumpet for the real niggas +Yeah, let's do it (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre) +Yeah, let's, let's do it + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +What's up? (Yeah) +What's up? (Woo) +What's up? +What's up? +What's up? +What's up? +What's up? +What's up? + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me +'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah) +I'ma make sure that they feelin' me +So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah) +Everybody know I am from outer space (Yeah) +So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Woah) +Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account +If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +No, statistically, I can't win every time +But you know the score prolly like ten to three +And them three times that I had to take an L +I remember them boys tried to finish me +Said we roll a 'Wood, I roll like fifty L's +They say, "How you keep all of that energy?" +'Cause I can't go back to the hood where them niggas could send at me +I remember livin' right next to my enemy (Woah) +Now I got too much money, I could blow up your whole vicinity (Yeah, yeah) +Gettin' too much money, I can build me a new facility (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, yeah) +I fuck her three times, so I call that girl, um, a trinity (Woah, woah) +Uh, and no time, I would never ever let 'em sentence me (Woah, at all) +And in no time, gotta duck off 'cause these niggas would love killin' me (Yeah) +What's up? (What's up?) +Don't deal with the lies and the frauds (No) +That's why I don't get involved + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +What's up? (Woo) +What's up? (Yeah) +What's up? +What's up? (Yeah) +What's up? +What's up? (Ayy) +What's up? +What's up? +[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me +'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah) +I'ma make sure that they feelin' me +So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah) +Everybody know I am from outer space +So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Yeah) +Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account +If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me + +[Verse 2: Future] +Everybody know I come from outer space +I got racks on me, you do not wanna race +I got enemies so niggas gonna hate +Keep that semi on me, get you out my way +Hit a new mistress every day +Got the new bitch, get on the cake +Got that lemon squeeze for the trigger play +Got some red toes, she on the way +I got Koreans, F&Ns +Rose gold diamonds same color Hen' +Cops tryna arrest me, I'm gone in the wind +You cannot catch me or none of my friends +You know that Richard Mille cost me a Benz +You know we get it poppin' on my end +You see these blue face Benjamins +See the way these diamonds sittin' off the lens +You know we comin' in number one +You know we gon' kill the whole summer too +You know I'm blowin' up like an atomic bomb +You know it ain't nothin' to do +And I'm steppin', I'm steppin' in one-of-ones +Margielas got me walkin' on the moon +All this money got me like I'm on shrooms +Drankin' yellow, feelin' like a tycoon +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +What's up? +What's up? (Woo) +What's up? (Ayy) +What's up? +What's up? (Yeah) +What's up? (Yeah) +What's up? +What's up? + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me +'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah) +I'ma make sure that they feelin' me +So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah) +Everybody know I am from outer space +So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Yeah) +Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account +If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Everything Lit[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Yeah-yeah +Yeah +LUV is rage +Lil Uzi +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi +Yeah + +[Verse] +Boy, you disgust me +Why is yo bitches so ugly? +My bitch so perfect, she kinda look Asian (Yeah) +Come all the way from Toronto +All she do is sucky-sucky +My stomach problem from all of this muddy +No money problems ‘cause I’m gettin’ money (Money) +This shit is crazy, it just started for me +I was just home, broke, doin’ the dougie +Pinky ring, water-flooded +Wrist got cold yellow diamond runnin’ +Grab a tissue if it is an issue (Damn) +Used to grab a pistol +No, I didn’t for them itty-bitty niggas +I’m from the city with real killers +Nigga Gilly said, “Ya’ gon’ win now” +Uzi countin’ all these major figures +Getting money, got a major hitter +But I ain’t talkin’ Barry Bonds (Yeah) +When I was younger, wanted Keri Hilson +Nigga like Dennis the Menace +Now my money old like Mr. Wilson (Yeah) +Sneak dissing, who you? The records be missing +I fuck with Hit-Boy, I’m tryna be a hitman +Takin’ yo ass straight out of existence +Where is yo hitman? The other man got him +Shout out Jodye Flacko, fuck wit’ your album +Moving them pigeons, them birds, they be flockin’ +White bitch on my dick, she ride like a ‘Rari +When I get rough, she crank that like a cock-shift +She shake her ass on my dick like a cocktail +I could’ve fucked your bitch right in L.A +SLS, she play with my Cartier case +I had put some money right in the safe +Didn’t do nothin’, was high, it was late +But we still talk on the phone everyday +About, goin' on that perfect date +She hear my name, pussy on percolate +Only date is my dick all in her face (Woo) +Wait, .45, that’s all on my waist (That bitch is all on my waist) +Wait, why these niggas in the way? +Why do these niggas be frontin’ +They just be there with no office +Most of their parents be owning they office +That both of my parents pray more than less often (Yeah) +My old bitch always be gaggin’ and coughin’ +My new bitch, she swallow me up so jawless +I want the money, the fame, and the Barbie +You know, the white bitch that look like iCarly +She ride my dick like that bitch is a Harley (Skrrt, skrrt) +I just got Energy jewels that was counterfeit (Counterfeit) +Clock rounds like my VVS diamond wrist +Everything real, so keep on watchin' it (Watchin' it) +If you watchin' me, then you watchin' it (You watchin' it) +My new bitch I swear is a prophetess +Gettin' money really ain't no option, bitch (No option) +Went to Maury and the lie detector said (Oh) +Boy, I swear you did not write the script (Oh) +Never really was a fan, though +Four-door coupe, open just like a sandal +We used to pray for them Lambos +I take my girl to a private resort +Heard we walk 'round wearin' sandals +My bitch so bad, she a handful +That's why she treat me so good +Wake up the pussy and eggs, they be scrambled +Everything lit +Everything, everything, everything lit +Everything lit like a candle +Ohh, she gave me head like some dandruff +Everything, it is so random +Love and rage, it is so random +Love and rage, it is so random16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Auto[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +(DY Krazy) +(KidWond3r, you made this beat?) +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? (Oh, you pussy?) +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? + +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Ayy, DY, this like a Wayne beat +Gotta watch that side block, hit up that main street +You can't beef while we into it, lil' nigga, you can't eat +They killed your mans, now you be claimin' that you can't sleep +That trigger finger fast like Floyd, but punch like AB +He use tune and dyed his dreads, that pussy ain't me, yeah +That Glock go bang, but it ain't Keef +He got shot and made a statement, man, he ain't street +You ain't never shot shit, put that gun down +You ain't wake up out your sleep to no gun sounds +Your OG entertain your gossip, look at your son now, yeah +Too many pills give me chills, yeah +Just 'cause you family, ain't no deals, yeah +She used to punch in flights to come to the A and give me head +I told her bring the pounds before she come, she say she scared +Ain't tell her 'bout no county, she get caught, she goin' fed + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? (Woah, yeah) +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +He end up dead, huh? 'Cause he a rookie +We make bread, yeah, off the bookies +Did a drive-by in a Range Jeep +Pull up on an opp's block in the same week +Boy, you broke and you fuckin' on the same freak +They saw me go from broke to rich, that's why they angry +I be runnin' this rap shit in the same cleats +I'll knock a nigga down like I'm the same size as Dave East +Oh, oh, you lit, huh? Oh, you turnt, huh? +That thotiana you fuck with, she got you burnt, huh? (Ew) +I'm off a Perc', huh, drinkin' lean, gotta burp, huh (Woah) +Oh, you geeked up? That's your turnt now +Nine times out of ten, she tryna set you up +Cut the sprinklers on before them boys try wet you up +My homie only twenty-four, he got a Bentley truck + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? +(Can you move those ones over a little bit?) +(Like, they kinda sound fast, nigga) +Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Diamonds All on My Wrist[Pre-Chorus] +Livin' life like a dream but I don't get no rest +I just got a new girl but I'm thinkin' who next +Started off in first class, now I'm jumpin' off a jet +I put diamonds all on your bitch (ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy) + +[Chorus] +I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (ayy) + +[Verse 1] +Neck on flood, wrist on flood +Fist on flood, got it out the mud +What up blood, what up, cuh' +Don't want her, she a bug +All my jewels they on flood (Yeah) +You want war, then let's tug +Tell me, bitch, what you want? (What you want?) +Man, it is what it was +I don't fuss, you get buss +Got red bottoms, these ain't Chucks +I want her, I want her +I want sister, I want cuz' +I'm the type nigga that's slimier than a slug +Roll up on you a two, two three, bitch, that's the slug +Bitch, you done, I'm gon' duh +Your face look like a pug +Made an album in a month +I did that shit off the drugs +I got paid for a walk through, but ain't come to the club +Living room cost ten thousand, and that's just for my rug +[Pre-Chorus] +Livin' life like a dream +But I don't get no rest +I just got a new girl +But I'm thinkin' ooh, next +Started off in first class +Now I'm jumpin' off a jet +I put diamonds all on your bitch (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) + +[Verse 2] +Patty cake, patty cake, patty cake +Tell me how much do a nigga make +If I had a hun'ed dollar for a million times +That's how much that a nigga gon' hate +Might fuck your bitch in the center stage +Yeah, I put shrimp on my dinner plate +I put gold flakes on my dinner plate +I fucked a snowflake 'cause they into me +Her ass so fat got sit it down +Turn around girl, let me get it now +Nice foreign car, ain't rentin' now +I get the band I won't spend it now +You don't know me +I go overseas and I might get it like 10 a pound +Not my homie +If you wanna buy watch the weight I just prefer you now +She wanna fuck all the homie now +Tell that lil' bitch just to simmer down +Automatic on no semi now +Do a back flip like a simmie now +Count it up +Now that fuck nigga can't stand me now +All your clothes they look like hand me downs +Got the glockie you can't jam me now (Yeah) +[Pre-Chorus] +Livin' life like a dream +But I don't get no rest +I just got a new girl +But I'm thinkin' ooh, next +Started off in first class +Now I'm jumpin' off a jet +I put diamonds all on your bitch (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy) +I put diamonds all on my wrist (Ayy)19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Safe House[Intro] +T-T-T-That be Maaly Raw! + +[Verse 1] +Oh, no one's safe nowadays (No) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +Get money out the safe house (Yeah) +Put the choppers in the safe house (Chopper) +In the kitchen, I'll whip it, yeah (Yeah) +Pockets got extra cake now (Now) +SLS up in L.A. (Yeah), up in playhouse, Meek Wraith now (Meek Mill) +Matter fact, it was Maybach, just a new one (Yeah) +Bad bitch gon' lay back (Yeah) +Watch all the damn paper stack (Yeah) +Beefing with niggas I don't even know +Say you gon' kill me, I'ma wait for that (I'ma wait for it) +She shake her ass I smack that +Man, show it off, I'll pay for that (Ten thou') +I'm a boss, bitch, what it cost, bitch? +Got workers, I ain't weighing jack (Oh) +Margiela with the RAF shit +Got all this, I'm laying that (Oh) +I ain't got no real problems, if I do, AK in that +That cocaine, she love it +My bad bitch, she tasting that +Steph Curry with the ball status +Swerving, swerving 'round in all traffic (Swish) +Got a white bitch with a brawl status +I wrestle her like Trish Stratus (Trish) +Nigga, I just didn't know Lil Uzi Uzi had been had it +Nigga, you don't know my business +Better watch out 'cause I've been trapping +I remember my grandma was nickled up (Ooh) +Now I'm rolling, rolling with the bezel diamonds (Damn) +Shine jeweler like Rick the Ruler +Now a nigga always there shining (Shining) +Fucked on that stripper bitch +Hit that bitch without a condom (Condom) +We'll ride up to CVS with the Plan B that was sixty dollars (Sixty) +[Chorus] +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +No one's safe in the safe house (No) +Put the money in the safe house (Yeah) +Put the guns in the safe house (Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta) +You ain't safe in the safe house (Yeah) +No one's safe in the safe house (Yeah) +Put the guns in the safe house (Oh) +Put the money in the safe house (Oh) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +No one's safe in the safe house (No) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +You ain't safe in the safe house (Oh) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) + +[Bridge] +Bitch, I live in the safe house (Live in it) +Bitch, I trap out the safe house (Trap out it) +Everything in the safe house (Everything) +Whip it up in the safe house (Whippin' it up) +Take it out in the safe house (Takin' it out) +I just been in the safe house (I just live, oh) +Safe, safe, safe, safe house (Safe, safe, safe) +Safe, safe, safe, safe house (Oh) +[Verse 2] +Spanish bitch like, "¿Hola, como estas?" +"Muy bien, todo gracias" (Sí) +Speaking Spanish, I'm surprising y'all (Yeah) +Baby girl, I need you (Yeah) +Spanish mama, I need you (Oh) +She said "Boy, let me teach you" (Oh) +I said "Girl, mamabicho" +Told that girl just to lick it clean +I am a Off-White fiend +Yeah, I fuck with VLONE +Take a Xan', I'm a Xanny fiend +Yeah, I do this shit for my team +With my nigga Skeme drinking lean +They got me addicted to the lean (To the lean) +I'm so addicted to the lean (Yeah) +I'm so addicted to the ink +Tattoo, nigga, I'ma bleed +Carti, Carti, Cart-Cartier a buck fifty, nigga, I'ma see +Hender Scheme, all on my feet +Smoking KK, can barely see +Two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve thousand for my teeth (VVS, VVS, VVS) + +[Chorus] +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +No one's safe in the safe house (No) +Put the money in the safe house (No) +Put the guns in the safe house (Oh) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +No one's safe in the safe house (No) +Put the guns in the safe house (Woah) +Put the money in the safe house (Ta-ta-ta) +You ain't safe in the safe house (Yeah) +No one's safe in the safe house (Yeah, yeah) +You ain't safe in the safe house (Yeah) +You ain't safe in the safe house (Oh) +You ain't safe in the safe house (Oh) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +You ain't safe in the safe house (No) +You ain't safe in the safe house (Lil Uzi) +[Outro] +That be Maaly Raw!47EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Moist[Intro] +Hi FKi + +[Chorus] +I'm gonna ball 'til I fall, I met that bitch at the mall +Said that she left me no choice +Said that she come from New York +Count that money keep going +Count them hundreds keep going +Count them hundreds keep going +Count them hundreds keep going +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (What?) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She said you left me no choice (Ayy) +She said you left me no choice (Ayy) + +[Verse 1] +Money coming in every which way +Got ten bitches in every state +Count money when I meditate, count money make me levitate +White Rollie with the bezel face, got better cars so I wanna race +So much money I'ma break the safe +So much money I'ma break the bank (Woo) +Like, fuck nigga what do you really think (Oh) +Don't wanna smoke it if it ain't no dank (Oh), don't wanna fuck her the pussy ain't pink (Oh) +Sing to your bitch, ooh, I feel like I'm Drake (Feel like I'm Drake) +Ayy, ayy, I just be switching my flow +These niggas stealing my flow (Ayy) +These niggas stealing my clothes (Stealing my clothes), these niggas stealing my look +They tryna steal all my gold (Yeah), switching it up I keep going (Yeah) +I'ma switch it and keep going (I'm gonna get it), I'ma keep switching keep going (Yeah) +I'ma- I'ma keep switching keep going +Money coming in getting richer, know she looking all at my pictures (Yeah) +No I'm looking all at her pictures (I am), I'm getting money I'ma get it +I don't know if I really like her or if it's I don't really like her nigga (That's what it is) +It don't even matter 'cause it's here, nigga fresh really got a scissor +[Chorus] +I'm gonna ball 'til I fall, I met that bitch at the mall +Said that she left me no choice +Said that she come from New York +Count that money keep going +Count them hundreds keep going +Count them hundreds keep going +Count them hundreds keep going +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (What?) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She said you left me no choice (Ayy) +She said you left me no choice (Ayy) + +[Verse 2] +Money coming from the bundle +Got the bitch all on me, put the dick in stomach (Yeah) +Making all the money, comma, comma, commas +Style come from London, I been getting bitches +Bitches wanna fuck me, all these bitches wanna suck me +They be all upon me (Skrrt), I just got a tommy for they boyfriends 'cause them niggas hating on me (Yeah) +I been getting it, I been flipping bricks +Got your bitch all on me she be licking dick (Woo) +I just jump up in a Rarri then I swerve +Got your bitch all on me yeah that bitch a bird +Jumping to some money yeah that is a vert (What?) +Jumping new hundreds, nigga, what you worth? (Yeah) +Niggas talk a lot, what is you worth? (Yeah) +What is your worth? Two times your worth (Yeah) +I been getting bitches nigga you a perv +And it's coming ASAP like a nigga Ferg (Ayy) +And she giving dome like she is a nerd, putting my fingers all the way up her skirt +Tell me about the money, tell me what it's worth +Tell me do it hurt, tell me do you got it +You ain't really got it, looking at his pocket +Got them empty pockets, I got swollen pockets +[Bridge] +Ayy, woo, yeah +Ayy, ayy, woah +Ayy, ayy, woah +Ayy, money keep coming, the money keep coming + +[Chorus] +I'm gonna ball 'til I fall, I met that bitch at the mall +Said that she left me no choice +Said that she come from New York +Count that money keep going +Count them hundreds keep going +Count them hundreds keep going +Count them hundreds keep going +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (What?) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She say my voice make her moist (Ayy) +She said you left me no choice (Ayy) +She said you left me no choice (Ayy) + +[Outro] +Woah, woah, yeah +Woah, woah, yeah +Lil Uzi3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Call Me Right Back (Freestyle)[Intro] +Tell me not to call you then you call me right back +Say you trust me but peep when you're fallin' back +Tell me not to call you then you call me right back +Call me right back +You tell me not to call you then you call me right back +Say you trust me but peep when you're fallin' back +If we ever fell out of love we fall back +Even though in this world I never saw that + +[Verse 1] +All the things I do for her +All the things she do for trust +Then again she do for us +Started off with just some lust +Then again it was a must +Even though we fight and fuss +Buy diamonds then we hug +Face down that's how I fuck +Like I ain't new to this +Been around the world +All types, all types of girls +I love you, drivin' in that Porsche +Like oh yeah +Brittany like slow down +When I hit it from the back +Brittany like slow down +She put on a show now +[Bridge] +Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah +Fuck her on the counter, yeah +I'ma give her diamonds, oh yeah +I'ma go Rambo, oh yeah +Fuck her on camera, oh yeah + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up +Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck +Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom +Aye, stole my whole style then I switched it +Told 'em slow down in the kitchen +Cause he whip it like it's Bisquick +Like lookin' at my Rollie get you right on my hit list +The way your bitch lookin' at me get her right on my hit list +Yeah, you can't do nothin' with me +No, you can't do nothin' with me +Yeah, you can't do nothin' with me +I'm just bein' honest, aye +I'm just bein' honest, aye +Count that check, that comma, aye +I might Saint Laurent it +Balmain, Saint Laurent it +Got your bitch all on me, aye +I don't wanna harm her, aye +Got my old bitch on me, aye +Drive around I own it, aye +Drive around, skrt, like I stole it, aye +All my clothes designer, aye +I don't ever fold 'em, aye +I remember cold days +Now my diamonds colder, aye +Changed on ya, that's on my neck +Hunch my back like Notre Dame +[Outro] +Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up +Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck +Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom +Don't get what she want she throw a tantrum +Get her what she want cause my bands up +You couldn't get her what she want cause you random +You be hatin' on the low, no you a fan, yeah +Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up +Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck +Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Harden[Intro] +Wheezy Beats + +[Chorus] +Damn, no key just to start it +Now I'm gettin money, I 'member I just was starvin' (Okay, okay) +Walkin' in this water like the sea, watch how I part it (Okay, okay) +I got somethin' for you, please don't run up on me (Yeah, yeah) +Got my pocket rocket, I feel like I'm Harden +I'm so used to ballin', you need to award this +Your lil' bitch keep callin', Lil Uzi keep stallin' (Yeah, yeah) +That lil' bitch so garbage, that is not a target + +[Verse 1] +New Balenciagas, then I do my step (Do my, what?) +Brush them haters off, then I gotta flex (Ayy, ayy, yeah, uh) +All my diamonds set, drive Lamb' like a 'Vette (Okay, skrrt) +Talkin' outside of your neck, if it ain't 'bout a check (Zoom) +And if you ain't givin' no neck, then I gotta hit next (Get out) +You ain't gon' never hear my voice I talk through text (Huh) +Think you know everything, you talk too much, wish you'd talk less (Huh) +Diamonds in my Carti, not a stalkin' man (What? Ooh) +Pull up in my whip, I'm not a walkin' man (Vroom) +Yeah, them bitches, they played him +Tell them that I'm comin', but I leave all 'em hoes waitin' (Yeah) +On her knees, that Voorhees, treat her like I'm Jason +[Chorus] +Damn, no key just to start it +Now I'm gettin money, I 'member I just was starvin' (Okay, okay) +Walkin' in this water like the sea, watch how I part it (Okay, okay) +I got somethin' for you, please don't run up on me (Yeah, yeah) +Got my pocket rocket, I feel like I'm Harden +I'm so used to ballin', you need to award this +Your lil' bitch keep callin', Lil Uzi keep stallin' (Yeah, yeah) +That lil' bitch so garbage, that is not a target + +[Verse 2] +17, 5 whip it too much (Yeah) +Bitch I got high right off 2 cups (Damn) +Put a .30 shot in my Ruger (Bah) +No, I do not need a shooter (No) +Nowadays I am my own shooter (Ayy) +Look at that, woah, yeah, wrist froze (Huh) +Bad bitch, ass fat, pigeon toe (Ayy) +Love VLone, love Garçon, switchin' clothes (Okay) +Young nigga flexin', poppin', Christmas cold (Drippin') +Nowhere left to put these diamonds but my toes +But I'm not gon' do that, give it to my bros (Ooh) +I ain't forget, bitch, you was hatin' on the low (Sorry) + +[Chorus] +Damn, no key just to start it +Now I'm gettin money, I 'member I just was starvin' (Okay, okay) +Walkin' in this water like the sea, watch how I part it (Okay, okay) +I got somethin' for you, please don't run up on me (Yeah, yeah) +Got my pocket rocket, I feel like I'm Harden +I'm so used to ballin', you need to award this +Your lil' bitch keep callin', Lil Uzi keep stallin' (Yeah, yeah) +That lil' bitch so garbage, that is not a target9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Finessin Hearts[Intro] +PJ Beats +DP on the beat + +[Chorus] +Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react +Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back +Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track +Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact +She left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No) +Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back +Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track +Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact +Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react +Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back +Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track +Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact + +[Verse 1] +Promethazine got me in a dream +Smokin' gas, lungs collapse +Xanny bars, take 'em by the threes +Man, you need to relax +All these drugs, feel like a junkie +It won't bring her back +And if I thought anybody really had my back +It'd be you, know you still my boo thing +Pull up in V, in that Mulsanne (Sportscar) +Kick game so retarded, it's a Liu Kang (Fire, fire) +Do anything for you 'cause I'm a fool, mane (Fool) +Ayy +[Refrain] +Pacing myself and I'm running the game just like Usain (Woo) +Yeah, no matter what, feel that shit in my gut, you're my boo thing (Woo, woo, Lil Uzi) +I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes (Yeah) +She said you is too lame, LUV Is Rage too flames, ayy + +[Chorus] +Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react +Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back +Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track +Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact +She left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No) +Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back +Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track +Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact +Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react +Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back +Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track +Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact + +[Refrain] +Pacing myself and I'm running the game just like Usain (Woo) +Yeah, no matter what, feel that shit in my gut, you're my boo thing (Woo, woo, Lil Uzi) +I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes (Yeah) +She said you is too lame, LUV Is Rage too flames, ayy +Pacing myself and I'm running the game just like Usain (Woo) +Yeah, no matter what, feel that shit in my gut, you're my boo thing (Woo, woo, Lil Uzi) +I might just pull up in Porsche and I drive like a boss swervin' two lanes (Yeah) +She said you is too lame, LUV Is Rage too flames, ayy +[Verse 2] +Gettin' that money, spent a lot of money my new chain, yeah +She left her hubby to get right with me, that's a food chain +Young nigga quick, stay on his shit and I won't turn into food, mane +Put on my necklace, look at them diamonds, water water jewels, mane +Gettin' this money, go to Bora Bora right with my crew, mane +Treatin' these girls like they is animals in a zoo, mane +Seventeen hundred a young nigga stuntin', I spend that on shoes, mane (One pair) +Burberry +Ghetto bitch got Burberry +(Ghetto bitch got Burberry) + +[Chorus] +Ayy, she left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No) +Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back +Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track +Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact +She left me lone, I ain't even know how to react (No) +Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back +Tear it up from the back, pullin' out every track +Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact + +[Outro] +DP on the beat +PJ Beats11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stole Your Luv[Intro] +I know you tired of heart break +Baby, I am not them +And it’s not my fault I +Live the way that I am + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I remember when they said I would be nothin', yeah +Now I'm on a mission to the money +Now excuse me while I count all these hundreds +I don't even count that shit by a hundred no more +Count that shit just by a thou, wow, yeah +These lil girls chase me like I'm Lil' Bow Wow, yeah +Smokin' that gas, like I got the loud out, yeah +Guns all in my crib like that shit a hideout, yeah +They say that she ball, not in my house, yeah +I swear that I'm ballin' with no timeouts, yeah +I give her that D, I wait ‘till I foul out, yeah + +[Hook] +Oh, my bad, yeah +I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah +Get her what she want and that bag, yeah +Rock Vetements, yeah, from last year +Rock Off-White with no price tags +Girl I love you, I can't fight that +If it's wet, I'm gon' bite that +If I was locked up, would you write back? +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll +Now she wanna go cause I'm on a roll, cause I'm on a roll +Now she wanna go cause I'm on a roll, cause I'm on a roll +Like girl, where was you before? +Nevermind that cause she's a gnat, and she's gonna go +Yeah, I'm just stackin' my racks, ooh +Then I'm spending my racks, yeah +But I make it right back, yeah +Uzi walk with a Mac, yeah +Oh, aye, you want her back, yeah? +Look at your face boy, I know you're sad, yeah +You want her back, huh? +You want her back, yeah +Can't get her back, yeah +Cause I got the cash, yeah +I got the cash, yeah +I got the cash, yeah +200 all on my dash yeah +She done with you like a fad, yeah + +[Hook] +Oh, my bad, yeah +I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah +Get her what she want and that bag, yeah +Rock Vetements, yeah, from last year +Rock Off-White with no price tags +Girl I love you, I can't fight that +If it's wet, I'm gon' bite that +If I was locked up, would you write back? +[Verse 3] +You're a tall glass of wine with your fine ass +And you know I got you back, girl, and that's a fact +Woah, smash that Rollie when I was riding KX +Yeah, your girl been my girl, if you ain't know, my bad +Like when she throw that water, water spend my K +Remember back, when she was just with him +I couldn't post nothing, no pictures +Me and my girl got two beginnings +Trillectro I knew I would get her +Then she poured us some more, and she threw Jeff’s ass out +Whatever he is, I'm ten times that +Times two, plus five, I'm ten times that +Oh, your music so dope, how come I can't find that? (Where that shit at?) +Oh, you Casper the ghost-writer and you ain't signed yet? +I'ma try to get you some shows, so you can get your mind back +Took what's yours, made it mine, now you just wishing you could get time back +Lil Uzi selling out shows, like, where your lines at? +Rockin' Alyx Studios, but, never mind that, skrrt! + +[Hook] +Oh, my bad, yeah +I stole your love? Oh my bad, yeah +Get her what she want and that bag, yeah +Rock Vetements, yeah, from last year +Rock Off-White with no price tags +Girl I love you, I can't fight that +If it's wet, I'm gon' bite that +If I was locked up, would you write back?11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Alone Time[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +(That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw) +Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die +Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die + +[Chorus] +All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this +Money in my pocket why I walk like this +All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this +I be Rick Owens steppin', better guard your bitch +I already bought your bitch +We did everything, I already bought your bitch +Like, this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (Raindrops) +Ayy, rockstar shit +Ayy, rockstar shit, ayy + +[Verse 1] +Sharing all these bitches with my bros +All these bitches out here, they be hoes +In the kitchen and they whippin' stoves +With my bitches and they toting poles +I just fucked me like 10 hoes +Stay down with my ten toes +Sharing all my money with my kinfolk +I am so done with the Kenzo jump in Benzo (uh yeah) +Um, rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz +Got your bitch all on my arm +Like, Lil Uzi he just be wildin' +He got like all of these options, yeah +My new bitch she is a vegan +I just be counting this broccoli +Yah, we got them choppers on choppers +Ain't nobody gonna stop us +I just be lightin the gas, yah +Sometimes I’m lit with the booth, yah +That bitch like oh where the tool, yah +She just be gone off the boot, yah +Like Rick Owens all on my shoes, yah +Feel like MJ with the moves, yah +Fucking your bitch with my goons, yah +Leave her wet like the pool, yah +[Chorus] +All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this +Money in my pocket why I walk like this +All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this +I be Rick Owens steppin', better guard your bitch +I already bought your bitch +We did everything, I already bought your bitch +Like, this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (Raindrops) +Ayy, rockstar shit +Ayy, rockstar shit + +[Verse 2] +All these diamonds in my mouth is why I talk like this +Hundred fifty thousand why I walk like this +Yeah kick my little shit with a rockstar bitch +Yeah turn her right around and give her rockstar dick +That is not your bitch +We be going hard to ignite your bitch +Pass her right to the squad and they bite your bitch +Make her slob on my knob like a ho, like the whole Three 6 +On the real, I don't even like your bitch +Ask squad, one night your bitch +Long dick and I'mma pipe your bitch +Long dick and I'mma pipe your bitch +Same money don't even excite that bitch +Friend zone, I don't even like that bitch +10 hoes, on the real life's so lit +Number one rule, should've never wife'd that bitch +[Chorus] +All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this +Money in my pocket why I walk like this +All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this +I be Rick Owens steppin', better guard your bitch +I already bought your bitch +We did everything, I already bought your bitch +Like, this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (Raindrops) +Ayy, rockstar shit +Ayy, rockstar shit30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Can Show You[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt Ox] +Uh (I'm working on dying) +Yeah, let me know +Yeah, let it go (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +I might move like a cobra +But I'm far from a snake (Snake) +Said I live in the moment (Moment) +Got an expensive taste +She tried to lie for the money, uh +Know that girl want my cake, ooh (Yeah) +My chain straight from the ocean, uh +Your chain straight from the lake, yeah +Slam on her, O'Neal (Yeah) +I do not care how you feel (Woo) +And all my diamonds, they teal +White gold, but your chain steel (Woo) +Boy, you so broke, that's real (Yeah) +Armstrong on the money like Neil +Red stripes when I lift my shoe (Woo) +Red bottom on the bottom of her heel (Heel) + +[Verse] +Um, yeah, we take the top off the foreigns +Take the top off, now she snorin' (Skrrt) +Um, yeah, took my redbone on vacay' +Now she woke up and she orange (Vroom) +Um, yeah, I can tell them niggas fake +But I don't know what he on (Ayy, ayy) +Um, yeah, he known to just make it rain +But I'm known to just make it storm (Woah, woah) +Um, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy +None of these bitches I chase, uh +Bitch, I'm addicted to Chase, ayy (Woah) +Money stack up in my safe, ayy +Racks bustin' out so it ain't safe, ayy (Woah) +She wanna hit my weed but I told this girl, "This a face" (Ayy) +I swear y'all niggas, y'all late +Y'all turnin' that Human Made right into BAPE, ayy +Uh, your pockets are weight +You try to keep up and them shits, they deflate, yeah +Okay, I got me a 'Gatti, uh +Just in case you try to race (Ayy) +Okay, I know 'bout some bodies +But I put my hand on my face (Shh) +[Chorus] +I might move like a cobra +But I'm far from a snake (Snake) +Said I live in the moment (Moment) +Got an expensive taste +She tried to lie for the money, uh +Know that girl want my cake, ooh (Yeah) +My chain straight from the ocean, uh +Your chain straight from the lake, yeah +Slam on her, O'Neal (Yeah) +I do not care how you feel (Woo) +And all my diamonds, they teal +White gold, but your chain steel (Woo) +Boy, you so broke, that's real (Yeah) +Armstrong on the money like Neil +Red stripes when I lift my shoe (Woo) +Red bottom on the bottom of her heel (Heel) +Uh14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ballin[Intro] +Ayy, I just was telling Keisha +Like, I'ma have dolphins and shit in my crib + +[Verse 1] +Waking up livin' life with no outcome (With no outcome) +Fucked that bitch outside gave her out cum (Gave her out cum) +By any means just like Malcolm (Just like malcolm) +Live by any means just like Malcolm (Just like malcolm, yeah) +I be outside all the way from the mornin' to dark (Mornin' to dark) +All these diamonds in my teeth, yeah I barely can talk (Barely can talk) +I be ballin' like I am Derrick Rose (Skrrt) +Killin' my competition like I'm Rogue +LUV is rage, I'm in the crowd at my shows + +[Chorus] +I just want all of my niggas to ball +I just want all of my niggas to see +All the shit that I might not get to see +I just want all of my niggas to eat +I might just pull out that lean, that's a four +I might just jump in a 'Rari with two doors +I might just pull up and fuck on two hoes (Yeah) +I might just pull up and stunt like a boss (Boss, ayy, ayy) +I spent seven thousand right on the coat (Coat) +On the real I don't know how to spell broke +If she talk too much I put dick in her throat (Yeah, yeah) +I be ballin' like I am Derrick Rose +Killin' my competition like I'm Rogue +LUV is rage, I'm in the crowd at my shows +[Verse 2] +Counting money 'til I'm blue in the face (Blue in the face) +Yeah, count money and they blue in the face +Yeah, I fucked that bitch 'til she blue in the face +Wearin' Balmain, extra skinny, skinny +Skinny all the way 'til I'm blue in the waist +Yeah, mixin' lean, everywhere soda +Ayy, unlike my heart, my cup way colder (Way colder) +Yeah, Xanny bars got me way bolder (Way bolder, yeah) +Ayy, I just be countin' the bank (Whoa) +I ball like I am Durant +Ayy, your bitch I swear she a fan +Ayy, I put that money on you +Yeah, lil' nigga you'll get fanned +Yeah, livin' life like I'm a rock star +I do this shit for my fans (For my fans) +My brother, he is a block star +He amazing with the pans + +[Chorus] +I just want all of my niggas to ball +I just want all of my niggas to see +All the shit that I might not get to see +I just want all of my niggas to eat +I might just pull out that lean, that's a four (Haha) +I might just jump in a 'Rari (Skrrt-skrrt) with two doors +I might just pull up and fuck on two hoes (Yeah) +I might just pull up and stunt like a boss (Boss, ayy, ayy) +I spent seven thousand right on the coat (Coat) +On the real I don't know how to spell broke +If she talk too much I put dick in her throat (Yeah, skrrt) +I be ballin' like I am Derrick Rose (Skrrt) +Killin' my competition like I'm Rogue +LUV is rage, I'm in the crowd at my shows +[Verse 3] +Paid a lot of money for this ice (For this ice) +On the real I think I found my wife (Found my wife, Brittany) +Always in my hair just like some lice, when I miss a call you know I hit her twice +Put it on my life, higher than a kite +Living life like I can't die, they live for me and that's the reason why + +[Chorus] +I just want all of my niggas to ball +I just want all of my niggas to see +All the shit that I might not get to see +I just want all of my niggas to eat +I might just pull out that lean, that's a four +I might just jump in a 'Rari with two doors +I might just pull up and fuck on two hoes +I might just pull up and stunt like a boss +I spent seven thousand right on the coat +On the real I don't know how to spell broke +If she talk too much I put dick in her throat +I be ballin' like I am Derrick Rose +Killin' my competition like I'm Rogue +LUV is rage, I'm in the crowd at my shows4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Miss Cleo[Intro] +I got my nina, don't need her +Rest in peace Miss Cleo +'Cause she know I'm just gon' read her +Rest in peace to Cleo +I got my nina, don't need her +Rest in peace Miss Cleo +'Cause she know I'm just gon' read her +Rest in peace to Cleo +That-that-that-that-that, that be Maaly Raw! + +[Hook] +Yea I'm walkin' with them racks +Yea I'm walkin' with them stacks +Watch I make it right back +And my uzi all black +Walk around with the MAC +It was really nice to know ya +But I see right through ya +Now my crib got a pool +Now a nigga livin' cool +Water, water on my jewels +Phillip Lim on my shoes +Yeah, I'm a winner not a loser +It was really nice to know ya +I can see right through ya +[Verse 1] +Yeah, mix it up in a double cup +Cuz gettin' so screwed up +Life gettin' so screwed up +Diamonds hittin', they look blue ya +You got rhinestones, you can't fool us +Brought my side bitch, I'ma put up +Mix my young bitches with cougars +Fool us, no you can not fool us +Yeah, talk to my shooter +They say they need some more ruler +She better follow my rule +Diamonds so cool like a cooler +Yeah, thumb through the money, right through it +All of my money is blue ya +What's her name don't know she new +Yea don't have a DJ Clue +Counting money help my mood +Yea you know +Mister diamond wet like boat +Y'all always copy my flow +Adam Sandler with my clique like remote +Put 'em on pause +Diamonds they wet like a boat +Diamonds they wet like a boat +Diamonds they wet like a boat +Countin' this money keep goin' +Watch me, I’m hittin' my shoulder +Watch me, I’m hittin' my shoulder +Watch me, I’m hittin' my shoulder +[Hook] +Yea I'm walkin' with them racks +Yea I'm walkin' with them stacks +Watch I make it right back +And my uzi all black +Walk around with the MAC +It was really nice to know ya +But I see right through ya +Now my crib got a pool +Now a nigga livin' cool +Water, water on my jewels +Phillip Lim on my shoes +Yeah, I'm a winner not a loser +It was really nice to know ya +I can see right through ya + +[Verse 2] +Spending that money at Dovers +This is a Range not a Land Rover +I keep it clean +Inside peanut butter outside mint green +I never been overseas +But got some girls from overseas +Yea you know what I mean +Fly 'em first class so I can uhm just see 'em +One night with me she just want to leave him +I told her that she really should keep him +Cause he hold her down and he good people +She said her love for me is not equal +We are the same but I'm just a little higher like Bugatti and Beetle +Know I told you I would never leave you +Ok hit that thing right in that fetal +Me and my boys walk across the street with them suits on feel like The Beatles +I heard you chain was a rental +I love my ring like I'm Smeagol +Yea I stay sharp like a needle +Yea I'm so high like an eagle +I pulled up in that two seater +Put my cousin in a Bimmer +I got money I don't need her +Rest in peace Miss Cleo +'Cause she know I'm just gon' read her +Rest in peace to Cleo +Used to set it off in Neiman's +Whip it up now they fiendin' +Nowadays I fight my demons +Drink soda like Kel got dreads like Kenan +[Hook] +Yea I'm walkin' with them racks +Yea I'm walkin' with them stacks +Watch I make it right back +And my uzi all black +Walk around with the MAC +It was really nice to know ya +But I see right through ya +Now my crib got a pool +Now a nigga livin' cool +Water, water on my jewels +Phillip Lim on my shoes +Yeah, I'm a winner not a loser +It was really nice to know ya +I can see right through ya15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Got the Guap[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap +I swear, Mister Lil Uzi got the guap +You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap +I swear, Mister Lil Uzi got the guap +You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap (Slime) +I swear, Mister Lil Uzi got the guap (Slatt) +You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap (Woah) +I swear, Mister Lil Uzi got the guap, uh (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Money come in, won't stop +You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap +You know any time I'm gon' drop +You know none of them songs gon' flop +You know all of them songs gon' pop +I went platinum again, my God +I went two-tone on my drop +Bugatti, that's one-point-six off stock +Don't need no brakes, don't plan on stop +I told that girl, "I only want all the top" +Because punani always fall on my lap (Yeah) +They know that I got the game all in a lock +He talkin' 'bout bird, we get that by the flock +A Benjamin Franklin always in my knot +I got way too much love right there, right for my block +And as long as my heart beating, it will not stop +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +I don't know nothin', who done got shot? +All I know I'm just boolin' with my slime (Yeah) +And if they come get you and you got whopped +Then lil' slime, you gotta do your time +Like never mind that lil' shit 'cause we rich +'Cause right now we livin' and we doin' fine +And I understand why you livin' that life +We from the same hood, that's a nickel and dime +That's all we know +God gave me the opportunity to open doors +I'm up in Starlet's, seen YellowDol take all my dough (Woah) +She not even on the pole (No) +I got that girl from my bro (Facts) +Yeah, yeah, you know how this life goes, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) +I'm coming out Starlet's like four (Four) +DQ watchin' the door +He blast at the opps for sure, yeah, yeah (Rrah, rrah) +They ain't even know me and Bubba was close (Let's go) +Niggas, they plot on the low (Let's go) +But they all get smoked, sheets and toe, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Young Thug] +Money come in, won't stop +You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap +You know any time I'm gon' drop +You know none of them songs gon' flop +You know all of them songs gon' pop +I went platinum again, my God +I went two-tone on my drop +Bugatti, that's one-point-six off stock (Skrrt) +Don't need no brakes, don't plan on stop +I told that girl, "I only want all the top" +Because punani always fall on my lap (Yeah) +They know that I got the game all in a lock (Game, game) +He talkin' 'bout bird, we get that by the flock (Woah) +A Benjamin Franklin always in my knot (Let's go) +I got way too much love right there, right for my block (Woah) +And as long as my heart beating, it will not stop +(Slime, slatt, slatt, hold up, baby) +[Verse 2: Young Thug] +Take the top off the coupe, wear the covers (Skrrt) +If you love me, then come eat my nuts (Slatt) +Hundred million up now, ain't no trust (No trust) +Comme Des Garçons down when we lust +Get the pack in and I ride like the bus (My God) +I had rent you them bands out in custody (Yeah) +Told a cougar to try not to love on me +Push the bitch to the ground, she was nuttin' on me +She was crying and write me a summary (Woo) +Yellow and black the Lam', the bumblebee (Woo) +Just like a dog, she come to me (Yeah) +I put a fish on the wrist (I put a fish on the) +Parkay, it come with a dish (Dish) +My Lambo' is washed, I don't rock Jordans, but today I got some, yeah +Yeah, Chanel is one of the reasons all them notice me +Yeah, it's been a long way to the victory and the nominees +Paris Fashion Week, shit ain't enough for me +I took the drip to Jupiter, never come back to the States + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Young Thug] +Money come in, won't stop +You know Mister Lil Uzi got the guap +You know any time I'm gon' drop +You know none of them songs gon' flop +You know all of them songs gon' pop +I went platinum again, my God +I went two-tone on my drop +Bugatti, that's one-point-six off stock +Don't need no brakes, don't plan on stop +I told that girl, "I only want all the top" +Because punani always fall on my lap (Yeah) +They know that I got the game all in a lock +He talkin' 'bout bird, we get that by the flock +A Benjamin Franklin always in my knot +I got way too much love right there, right for my block +And as long as my heart beating, it will not stop (Skrrt)9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +$UB ZERO[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Lil Uzi, huh, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, um +(That be Maaly Raw) + +[Chorus] +Break it down (Chop it up) +To a half, to a whole, yeah, what? +Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy +Look at my bank, doin' zeros +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros +(Count that money, count that money, count it) +Break it down (Chop it up) +To a half, to a whole, yeah, what? +Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy +Look at my bank, doin' zeros +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros + +[Refrain] +Yeah, what? +Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy +Look at my bank, doin' zeros (Chee) +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros, yeah, uh (Ayy) +(Count that money, count that money, count it) +Count my dinero (Ayy) +Yeah, in the mob, yeah +Like I'm Robert De Niro (De Niro) +Yeah, pull out that Porsche and that 'Rari (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) +Please do not pull out Camaro (What?) +Yeah, look at your girl lookin' at me like a hero, yeah (Oh my god) +[Verse 1] +She play my dick like that shit Guitar Hero, yeah (Oh my god) +Rockstar lifestyle all the way to the bonemarrow, yeah, yeah (Yeah) +I believe I can fly +You know I ain't scared to die, huh? Yeah (No way, no way, no way) + +[Refrain] +Yeah, what? +Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy +Look at my bank, doin' zeros +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros, yeah, yeah (Ayy) +(Count that money, count that money, count it) +Count my dinero (Ayy) +Yeah, in the mob, yeah +Like I'm Robert De Niro (De Niro) +Yeah, pull out that Porsche and that 'Rari +Please do not pull out Camaro (What?) +Yeah, look at your girl, lookin' at me like a hero (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, yeah, pull up right there in that Hummer, ayy, yeah +Diamonds, they shine like the summer, ayy (What? What?) +Gettin' money +Eatin' my eggs little runny (Ayy, yeah), what? +Little girl, you cannot cuff me (No), yeah, what? +Now I be countin' my money (Lil Uzi) +All of my haters, I love 'em (Yeah) +All of my haters, I love 'em (Yeah) +All of my haters, I love 'em (Yeah) +All of my haters, I love 'em (I love 'em) +What you know 'bout it, that country? (Yeah) +Gettin' that work out the country (Ayy) +Movin' that work in the dungeon (Move with it, move with it) +Fuck that bitch once, she a Done-Ya (Yeah) +Hit from the front and she love it (Yeah) +Hit from the back and stop comin' (What?) +And I just laugh at the money (Yeah) +I really turned into something (Yeah) +Countin' up paper, I'm thumbin', yeah +Countin' blue notes and I'm thumbin', yeah +Huh? What? You broke, boy (What?) +[Chorus] +Break it down (Chop it up) +To a half, to a whole, yeah, what? +Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy +Look at my bank, doin' zeros +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money) +Break it down (Chop it up) +To a half, to a whole, yeah, what? +Chain on, sub-zero, yeah, ayy +Look at my bank, doin' zeros (Beep) +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money) + +[Outro] +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money) +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money) +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money) +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money) +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money) +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money) +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money) +Behind that one (What?) +That two, that three zero-zero-zero-zeros (Count that money)26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yamborghini Dream[Intro: Young Thug] +Thugger +This shit don't stop +I, I recognize that +Nigga, this shit gon' keep goin', you know +With or without it +Ya dig? +808 Mafia + +[Chorus: Young Thug] +I'm with the 808 Mafia +You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya +I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy +I'm havin' rings like a motherfuckin' lord +No, I ain't hesitating on no nigga +Ain't comin' featherweight for no nigga +I'ma accelerate on the nigga +Pussy ass niggas, I don't need no nigga +I just joined a mob +I'm the boss, I'm that boy +I want millions with Floyd +I shine bright in the dark +I'm a beast, where my feast? +Honey me, I'm a bee +I'ma trap with a Trojan +Bite these red Applebees +[Verse 1: Young Thug] +I pour fours in a cream soda +My ice wet just like Daytona +My dope white like South Dakota +And my diamonds are black like Folger's +Somebody tell 'em they ain't stoppin' me, no +I call her tart, she gon' come pop for me, yeah +If I get her started, she gone start with me +Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus: Young Thug] +I'm with the 808 Mafia +You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya +I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy +I'm havin' rings like a motherfuckin' lord +No, I ain't hesitating on no nigga +Ain't comin' featherweight for no nigga +I'ma accelerate on the nigga +Pussy ass niggas, I don't need no nigga +I just joined a mob +I'm the boss, I'm that boy +I want millions with Floyd +I shine bright in the dark +I'm a beast, where my feast? +Honey me, I'm a bee +I'ma trap with a Trojan +Bite these red Applebees +[Post-Chorus: Young Thug] +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo +Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +I fuck with the Bentley +You the type nigga that fuck with the Fiat +Andalé, andalé, I'm over here +Yeah, hit it from the back +I mix the lean with the Xan +Rest in peace to A$AP Yams +You know that movie Blow? +Yeah, they based that right off me +I pay my killer 20 a piece but +Yo' ass will get whacked for free +Hatin' on me, uh, it made me sick +When I sneeze around her hair +Bitch will let you kiss on that bitch lips, uh +Now she 'round here licking dick +Boy, now she realized I'm the shit, wha'? +Steak and lobster and the shrimp, ayy +Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko +My gun can't fit on my hip, ayy +If I can catch you my nigga, ayy +I take it out on your crew, ayy +If I can't find no more niggas, ayy +I take it out your bitch +[Chorus: Young Thug] +I'm with the 808 Mafia +You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya +I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy +I'm havin' rings like a motherfuckin' lord +No, I ain't hesitating on no nigga +Ain't comin' featherweight for no nigga +I'ma accelerate on the nigga +Pussy ass niggas, I don't need no nigga +I just joined a mob +I'm the boss, I'm that boy +I want millions with Floyd +I shine bright in the dark +I'm a beast, where my feast? +Honey me, I'm a bee +I'ma trap with a Trojan +Bite these red Applebees + +[Post-Chorus: Young Thug] +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo +Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mission to the Loot[Intro] +Get that money, yeah, no matter what +I'ma get that money, yeah, no matter what +I'ma get that money, yeah, no matter what + +[Chorus] +Spent like fifteen hundred for my shoes (Fifteen hundred, fifteen hundred) +Then I brought ten pairs for my whole crew (1600, 1600) +Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my what?) +I was on a mission to the loot (Hey) +I was on a mission to the loot +I was on a mission to the loot (Mission to the loot) +Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my mood) +I was on a mission to the loot + +[Verse 1] +My new crib, that bitch got a pool (Water) +Diamonds, they so white, them shits look blue +Christian Dior all up on my suit (Damn) +She called me slime so covered her in goo (What?) +Realer, don't get realer, yeah +Hang with killers and the villains, yeah (Ayy) +I'm a million, I'm a millionaire +Smoke a Backwood, put a pill in there +Fuck that girl off the Perc', I can't feel in there +This my trap-trap, bust some pills in there (Trap, trap) +Cut the lights off, can't no bills come there +Diamonds so cool, caught a chill in here +Diamonds Buffalo, ain't no Bills in here +Pull up, Lambo' coupe, only come with two chairs +But it's two of you, better squeeze in there +Hit it from the back, pull your Brazilian hair +[Chorus] +Spent like fifteen hundred for my shoes (Fifteen hundred, fifteen hundred) +Then I brought ten pairs for my whole crew (1600, 1600) +Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my what?) +I was on a mission to the loot (Hey) +I was on a mission to the loot +I was on a mission to the loot (Mission to the loot) +Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my mood) +I was on a mission to the loot + +[Verse 2] +First, I kept it real, then the racks came (Racks) +Always on the block like I'm trapping (Trap, trap) +Pull up in that coupe like I'm Batman (Skrr) +It ain't got no roof, that's my matte thing (Yeah) +Who the fuck are you? (You) +Now she wanna choose (Choose) +Fuck 'em by the twos (Huh?) +Diamonds on my tooth +Speakin' of a mop, she suck my dick, don't use a tooth (Huh?) +Walkin' with my jewels 'cause I got my tool (Fire) +I can't trust these girls 'cause none of them are new +I was on the Xan', ended up on the moon +Make her bring her friend 'cause I fuck 'em by the two +Diamonds on my hands, I got diamonds on my shoes +Yeah, you know that I can't lose, yeah +Always up in the bag, yeah +You know that I can't lose, yeah +I was in your girl's DMs at 1:45 +Got her number by 2, yeah +I was in your girl's DMs at 1:45 +Got her number by 2, yeah +[Chorus] +Spent like fifteen hundred for my shoes (Fifteen hundred, fifteen hundred) +Then I brought ten pairs for my whole crew (1600, 1600) +Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my what?) +I was on a mission to the loot (Hey) +I was on a mission to the loot +I was on a mission to the loot (Mission to the loot) +Gettin' money really changed my mood (Changed my mood) +I was on a mission to the loot30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Belly[Intro] +I'm from the beast of the Belly +I'm from the beast of the Belly + +[Chorus] +I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly) +Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah) +Really ain't shit you can tell me (No) +Bitch be like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna) +Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow) +Pull out my dick and she swallow + +[Post-Chorus] +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name Kionna (Kionna) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +Pull out my dick and she swallow +Hanging with the killers and robbers + +[Verse 1] +I fuck your bitch with no condom +Now you take care of my family +Mixing the lean with yo drama +That shit tastes like Cotton Candy +Keisha put dick in her belly +Kionna never wear no panties +I beat it, I feel like I'm Danny +I'm skrrting out in the White Rovers +You driving Toyota Corollas +The Bentley, it's system, no solar +My bitch's skin look like it's mocha +I pull out my dick and I poke her +My gun, I swear, ain't got no holster +I hit yo ass right with the toaster +We bout it, 'bout it like Magnolia +If you walk fast, my gun will slow ya +I tear a hole in you like donuts +I'm whippin' that white like the Jonas' +I'm fuckin' yo bitch for the bonus +Um, please show me, um, my opponent +I'm likin' the way that I'm flowin' +You look at my chain, now it's snowin' +Snakes all in the grass, get to mowin' +Extendo on gun and then I get to blowin' +[Chorus] +I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly) +Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah) +Really ain't shit you can tell me (No) +My bitch like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna) +Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow) +Pull out my dick and she swallow + +[Post-Chorus] +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +Pull out my dick and she swallow +Hang with killers and robbers + +[Verse 2] +Ayy +Chain colder, cold-hearted, ayy +Diamond flawless, I'm important, ayy +I rock Visvim, this ain't Jordan, babe +Hundreds all on them hoes, ayy +Spending money with my bros, ayy +Throwing shots at my foes, ayy +Drinking lean, this ain't rosé +Bandana tied, feel like I'm 2Pac, ayy +I'm grilled up like an ox, ayy +Me and my bitch in the house, ayy +She tried to argue me out, ayy +What is this I'm all about +She said "Who the fuck is Kionna?", ayy +I said "It's only you, Keisha", ayy +Then it's my dick what I feed her +Keisha my main +Got Kionna on the side, Like Chicken Caesar +I swerve in the Range +All my whips, I got work and I use an egg beater +Dress up like I'm homeless +I'm gon' walk up to your whip and watch you lose your brain +Been in this game +I might go to Africa, money insane +[Chorus] +I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly) +Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah) +Really ain't shit you can tell me (No) +My bitch like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna) +Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow) +Pull out my dick and she swallow + +[Post-Chorus] +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +Pull out my dick and she swallow +Hang with the killers and robbers12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Skir Skirr[Intro] +Lil Uzi +Made a (Uh) made a - made a blunt (Yeah, huh) +Move like a bih (Ooh) make it twerk, brr +Hello? + +[Chorus] +Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skirr +Uh, hit my, uh, phone, yeah +Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Uh) +Two P's, hundred perc-percs +I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh) +Which way, which way, work work (Uh) +Where the pot, where the pot, skirr skir (Ayy) +Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skir (Uh) +Hit my (Uh), phone (Yeah) +Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Hello) +Two P's, hundred perc-percs +I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh) +Which way, which way, work work (Uh) +Where the pot, where the pot +Skirr skir + +[Verse 1] +Chopper, brand new chopper disperse (Uh) +Bad bitch wet, starburst (Uh) +You know what made it worse? (Uh) +That's your girlfriend, then I had it first (Uh) +Foreign whip, bitch I forget to swerve (Uh) +See a opp, then a nigga on alert (Ayy) +I'm the type nigga that make her work (Yeah) +With the Gucci on this linen shirt (Ayy) +In the hood, I was just living there (Ayy) +Everyday, I had to shed a tear (Yeah) +Had no shoes we had to share a pair (Ayy) +Now my neck shine like a chandelier (Yah) +Told her that I met my coupe, sit right there (Yeah) +Go to the crib, I'ma hit right there (Ayy) +They throwing shots, but they missing there (Ayy) +Wrist it be cool like a Frigidaire (Ayy) +Cold, ooh, so cold +Ooh, heavy coke on the stove (Yuh, ooh) +I'm a fool with the pole (Yuh) +So slimy, wipe my nose (Check it) +Water diamond need a boat (Yeah) +Water diamond need a row (Yeah) +Mix the yellow with white gold (Huh, uh) +Hit it fast then hit slow (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skirr +Uh, hit my, uh, phone, yeah +Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Uh) +Two P's, hundred perc-percs +I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh) +Which way, which way, work work (Uh) +Where the pot, where the pot, skirr skir (Ayy) +Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skir (Uh) +Hit my (Uh), phone (Yeah) +Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Hello) +Two P's, hundred perc-percs +I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh) +Which way, which way, work work (Uh) +Where the pot, where the pot +Skirr skir + +[Verse 2] +Stop it +Tryna help me, no I got it (Stop it) +I just made a whole deposit (Ching) +Told the bitch I'ma profit (Yeah) +Lil' nigga, but I'm stocky (Ooh) +Same city yea as Rocky (Ayy) +Count up carrots and the broccoli (Uh) +Wish a nigga try to stop me (Uh) +I smoke gas out the dry leaf (Uh) +Ain't no seed, ain't no poppy (Uh) +Margiela, bitch I'm stylin' (Uh) +Different color, like a rock (Uh) +Bitch, I'm shoppin', Milan (Ayy) +Got my ring like a Hobbit (Ooh) +Pull up with the shottie (Ooh) +Old school Teddy Riley (Ooh) +Oh I, oh I think they (Yeah) +Oh I, oh I think they like me (Uh, think they like) +Maybe 'cause my wrist is biting (Uh) +Maybe 'cause my chain get hyphy (Huh) +Put my dick in your wifey (Yuh) +Said that shit first verse (Lil Uz-) +Put a nigga in a hearse (Uh) +Better yet, in the dirt (Yuh) +Shoot a 3 like I'm Dirk +[Chorus] +Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skirr +Uh, hit my, uh, phone, yeah +Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Uh) +Two P's, hundred perc-percs +I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh) +Which way, which way, work work (Uh) +Where the pot, where the pot, skirr skir (Ayy) +Yeah, skirr (Uh), skirr skir (Uh), skir (Uh) +Hit my (Uh), phone (Yeah) +Chirp chirp, chirp chirp (Hello) +Two P's, hundred perc-percs +I can make that block twerk twerk (Uh) +Which way, which way, work work (Uh) +Where the pot, where the pot +Skirr skir11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Big Watch[Intro] +Wheezy Beats + +[Verse] +Thank you, come again (Yeah) +You should bring your friend (Huh?) +You should bring your sister (What?) +I heard she's your twin (Yeah) +Diamonds when I grin (What?) +Diamonds on my rims +Flooded out my Cartier, I got diamonds on my lens +You know I'm a hitter (Yeah) +Shawty get around so I can't lick her (Lil Uzi) +I know what she do right off the liquor +Killin' all my opps, they wish that it'd stop +Yeah, I rock out like I'm part of Slipknot (What's up?) +Time is money so I brought a big watch +Stack it vertical, ooh +Count it sideways, ooh +Ain't 'bout my cake, ooh +Get out my face, ooh +Hatin' on my swag, type to give me a migraine (Migraine) +Pull up on my main bitch with my side thing +I was in a Hellcat, made her gyrate (Skrrt) +Bunch of blue old men up in my safe +Yeah, my wrist so heavy, had to fix my watch +Gettin' money, I just went up in my stock (Yeah) +Up in traffic, never lackin' in a drop (Yeah) +I will never put my trust up in a thot (Yeah, thot) +I put special rubber bands around my knots (Yeah) +'Cause if I use regulars, you know they pop (They pop) +If you wanna fight, I'll whip 'em like a pot (Oh, woah) +Everybody out, they brought them cameras out (Cameras out) +Aim it at your nose, aim it at your mouth (Yeah) +Aim it at your bitch, aim it at your house (Yeah) +[Outro] +Again (Yeah) +Friend (Huh?) +Sister (What?) +Twin (Yeah) +Grin (Blaow) +Rims (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ooh)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Banned from TV[Intro] +Oh yeah +G-G-G-Good work, Charlie + +[Chorus] +I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit) +You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick) +We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah) +My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah) + +[Verse 1] +And you know I got that chopper like Osama, yeah (Woo, woo) +And that presidential Rollie like Obama, yeah (Like Obama) +Told that bitch I like her face and her persona, yeah (Oh, persona) +Getting money, grandma, we don't need Obamacare (Oh yeah) +I tat my face, I dye my hair and let it lock up, yeah (Oh yeah) +I wanna last with Brittany like Keith and Otanya, yeah (Oh yeah) +But nothing last forever, thousand dollar sweater (Oh yeah) +12 come around and I turn 'to Helen Keller (Oh yeah) + +[Chorus] +I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit, oh yeah) +You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick, oh yeah) +We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah) +My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah) +I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit, oh yeah) +You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick, oh yeah) +We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah) +My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah) +[Verse 2] +I came from the gutter, ayy +Riding with my brothers, ayy (Oh yeah) +Bitches, we just fuck them, ayy (Ayy, damn) +We will never love 'em, ayy (Ayy, damn, oh yeah) +Driving in a Hummer, ayy (Skrrt) +Balling every summer, ayy (Oh yeah) +Balling every winter, ayy (Yeah) +You a tough rat, Master Splinter, ayy (Oh yeah) +I just made a hundred K (Hundred) +Spent me like six, uh, thousand a day (Oh yeah) +Remember I couldn't get that bitch (No, no, no) +Now I fuck like six hoes a day (Ayy, oh yeah) +VVS diamonds gon' cover my face (Ayy) +Walk with the money in Balmain jeans (Ayy, oh yeah) +They know my name in Barneys, baby (Yeah) +That's because Lil Uzi ballin', baby (Oh yeah) + +[Chorus] +I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit, oh yeah) +You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick, oh yeah) +We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah) +My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah) +I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (Run with my shit, oh yeah) +You kiss your bitch, through work, I make her swallow my child (She sucking my dick, oh yeah) +We moving, shaking, working, now that money gon' pile (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah) +My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (Oh yeah)14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lullaby[Chorus] +I got off-topic, I start +Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah, DY Krazy) +Talkin’ about the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah) +See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah +So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I’m 'posed to fear? Yeah +I talk to bitches even when you right here +I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other +I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed +'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah + +[Interlude] +Yeah +And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game +Uh-huh + +[Verse 1] +Five, four, three, two, one +I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done +Said I changed when the money start comin' +How the fuck you think I wasn’t gon’ catch on to all that game you was runnin'? +See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider +That’s why you ain't want me to wear no condom +Now tell me what's that about? +Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot? +She lucky I ain’t kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot +See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out +See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (Skrrt) +Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out +Man, you see I don't care about love +[Chorus] +I got off-topic, I start +Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah) +Talkin' about the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah) +See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah +So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah +I talk to bitches even when you right here +I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other +I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed +'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah + +[Verse 2] +I done fucked all her friends, all her enemies too +I think her mama even feelin' me too +You got a million excuse +When you broke, I just brought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah +Summertime, top off +But my seats, they all made of goose +I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth +I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah) +Ever since she fucked that nigga that's older than Snoop +But I can't blame her because +Baby girl had to get her bills paid +They was up and I got my meals late +Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great +I still feel weight +Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you still don't feel me +Damn +[Interlude] +It's just a lullaby, yeah +Sometimes you just gotta say bye +(I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah +(Put me on my side) + +[Verse 3] +Picture me, broke as shit (What?) +Not gettin' money, shit, I'd probably be hittin' licks (Yeah) +Probably be flippin' bricks (Yeah) +Probably be pimpin' chicks (Yeah) +I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or somethin' +We kill niggas for like fifty G's (Flex) +I got that nigga hit for a ten-piece (Yeah) +They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in +See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in +Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone +Shit, man, we kill for fun +Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one +That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs +'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (Yeah) +Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (So?) +If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day +See, my bitch, she think I'm havin' fun, I'm just cheatin' +But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meetin', uh +I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug +Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family +I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies +Now I got bitches from overseas takin' off they panties +See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy +I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (Fresh) +They'll pull the white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy +I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landin', I'm gone, yeah +[Outro] +And it's just crazy how +The whole time niggas be plottin' on you (Goodbye, world) +These bitches be plottin' on you (I'm going to Pluto) +All you got is you at the end of the day +You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way +Yeah +It's just a lullaby4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Doin’ the Most[Intro] +Alright +Alright +(Wheezy Beats) + +[Chorus] +Lil' bitch, I ain't checkin' on you, I get the guap, I flex on you, ooh +She suck my dick with no tooth, not in her house, right in the coupe, ooh +Diamonds they black, they ain't blue, with the white in it like Pepé Le Pew, ooh +I took that bitch in her room, I can't just hit one I gotta hit two, uh +You know I'm doing the most (Most) +You know she call me the GOAT (GOAT) +I put my dick in her throat (Yeah) +Then I gotta say "Buenas Noches" (Ayy) + +[Verse 1] +I flood my chain it's a choker (Chain) +Dick in her throat, it's gon' choke her (Woo) +Yeah, her last boyfriend so broke (Yeah) +Lil Uzi, rich like stockbroker, uh (Ayy) +My new bitch straight off the poster, uh (Ayy) +Skin the same color as mocha, uh (Ayy) +On your block, watch how I post up +Stayed a real nigga just like I'm 'posed to, uh +About my bread, I might toast ya, uh +My new gun came with a holster, uh (Yuh) +This is a Lamb not a Lotus, uh (Skrr) +I put a 12 in a Roadster, uh (Skrr) +'Member I couldn't get a token, yah +Pocket so fat that they pokin', yah +I had to go count up a check today (Ayy) +Rollie got diamonds, I flex today (Ayy) +No, she did not give the sex away +But I heard she gave the neck away (Huh) +Found out that boy was extra fake +On his lil' head, put that extra cake (Ahh) +24 hours, get extra baked (Ahh) +Now I gotta give my Tec away (Ahh) +Gucci my jeans and these Prada my waist +Now that bitch tryna molest my face (Yuh) +Fucked your lil' bitch so I rest my case +.357 he rest the case (Ayy) +Pull up with sticks, hit 'em, extra case (Yuh) +I got the sauce, I got extra taste (Lil Uzi) +[Bridge] +Now I'm movin' smart, I can't lose (I can't lose) +I just want 'em all, I can't choose (I can't choose) +I put plus ones in my jewels (In my jewels) +Went to the stars, mars, then the moon (And the moon) + +[Verse 2] +Get the work in from my homies (Work) +Get the work right in the morning (Yah) +She eat it up 'til I'm snoring (Uh) +I beat it up 'til it's boring (Yah) +Diamonds look like when you open your eyes in the mornin' (Uh) +The crack of dawnin' (Ayy) +I turned to a star, man (Star, man) +My new crib it got a doorman (Uh) +I know some niggas that's warrin' (Ahh) +Poppin' it out for like 4 bands (Ahh) +These bitches they be recordin' +My money stretch out like accordion (Yah) +See, accordin' to my plans +Couple more months, I will be the man (Be the man) + +[Chorus] +Lil' bitch, I ain't checkin' on you, I get the guap, I flex on you, ooh +She suck my dick with no tooth, not in her house, right in the coupe, ooh +Diamonds they black, they ain't blue, with the white in it like Pepé Le Pew, ooh +I took that bitch in her room, I can't just hit one I gotta hit two, uh +You know I'm doing the most (Most) +You know she call me the GOAT (GOAT) +I put my dick in her throat (Yeah) +Then I gotta say "Buenas Noches" (Ayy) +[Outro] +I had to go count up a check today26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Intro[Intro] +Uh, uh, uh +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank + +[Chorus] +Didn't trust broad from beginning +Don't fuck with none of these women +I done fucked all of these women +If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin' +Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin' +Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin' +Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' + +[Verse 1] +Stackin' my money, I'm countin' this paper (Woo) +You fuck with me, .223 bullet in chamber (Yeah, yeah) +I promise you, leave your girl 'round me, I'll take her (I'll take her) +She didn't wanna lick up Lil Uzi, now had taste it +Faded I put down my dough, I don't really be chasin' (Uh) +LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers (Woo) +Baby, that ass fit we wanna really see you shake it (Yeah, yeah) +Swerve in the coupe and I'm countin' that money, no choice +She said, "Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist" +She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion +I'm drivin' up in the Rolls Royce (I do) +I'm countin' money when I'm bored (I'm countin', I'm countin') +Stop countin' money 'cause that's what I do when I'm bored +If you ain't really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point? +I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, in that bedroom feel like I'm Floyd +Uh, uh, uh +[Interlude] +Uh + +[Chorus] +Didn't trust broad from beginning +Don't fuck with none of these women +I done fucked all of these women +If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin' +Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin' +Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin' +Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' + +[Bridge] +Oh, oh, oh +Oh, oh, oh +Yeah, oh, yeah + +[Verse 2] +I'm off the Xan, she off Roc' +Trunk in the front of my car +I met the slut at the bar +I fucked the slut at the bar +Strummin' that pussy, guitar +Smashin' that bih' like guitar +Shots on your bitch like JR +Belt and my wallet, Goyard +Raf Simons steppin' on ya +Margielas steppin' on ya +Rick Owens steppin' on ya +All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark (See in the dark) +I am not regular, baby girl, you're with a star (You're with a star) +I am ballin' like I am Derrick Rose +I be ballin' like I’m miss Amber Rose +LUV is rage, jump in the crowd at my shows +[Chorus] +Didn't trust broad from beginning +Don't fuck with none of these women +I done fucked all of these women +If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin' +Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin' +Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin' +Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That’s My Rule[Intro] +Yeah, [?] +Brrt +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Don't be rude +Like my bitches to come in twos +That's my rule +You's a fool +If you think that your boo +Wasn't stuck to me like glue +Don't rock Jays +Okay, I might rock ones +Okay, don't rock twos +Who's those dudes? +Okay, that's my goons +When I say they shoot (Shoot) +Don't be rude +Like my bitches to come in twos +That's my rule +You's a fool +If you think that your boo +Wasn't stuck to me like glue +Don't rock Jays +Okay, I might rock ones +Okay, don't rock twos +Who's those dudes? +Okay, that's my goons +When I say they shoot (Shoot) +[Verse] +A lot of money, that's all in my pocket (Chee) +Uh, Goyard, that’s all on my wallet (Yeah) +Uh, money can't fit in my pocket (Chee) +Damn, she suckin' me off, I got knowledge +Boy, you will go blind (Blind) +If you look straight at my diamonds (Chee) +Yeah, I been fly (Yeah) +Bitch, this is that perfect timing (Woo) +I get so high +I get so high +I get so high +I don't know why +I don't know why +I don't know why +I get so high +I don't know, yeah + +[Chorus] +Don't be rude +Like my bitches to come in twos +That's my rule +You's a fool +If you think that your boo +Wasn't stuck to me like glue +Don't rock Jays +Okay, I might rock ones +Okay, don't rock twos +Who's those dudes? +Okay, that's my goons +When I say they shoot (Shoot)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Numb*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Woah, let’s go +Turn up, let's go + +[Chorus] +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) + +[Verse 1] +Pour me numb (Oh yeah) +I get so geeked up until I'm dumb (I'm out) +Fuck your girl one time and now she sprung (She stuck) +Know she didn’t mean to fall in love (Fall in love) +Ridin’ on this dirt bike, yeah I got her drunk (Woah) +Baby, I got something for your tongue (For your tongue) +Rockstar lifestyle but I swear I am no punk +Ayy, so much swag, I should be model (Yeah) +No, this not no Ferragamo (Let's go) +Balenciaga on my collar (Huh?) +Just watch the way the money pile up +You know everyone know I am your father +I told that girl her boyfriend childish +Look like Angelica, walk with the toddlers +She gave me head, graduated from Howard +Smoke 41, graduated from sour (Yeah) +My crib so big, compare it to a tower +Don't care if you stink, you can't, um, use my shower (No) +No, no, no, you cannot sit on my couch +You need to get some Dove and need to get some Dial (Facts) +You say you a dog, Courage like you coward +Red spikes on my Louboutins like my name Bowser +[Chorus] +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb, let's go +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb +What's a chopper if it ain't got a drum? + +[Verse 2] +I was the man before I could even tell, shh +I ain't even know it, shh +I caught pneumonia all on my neck, shh +All my chains still snowin' (Snowin') +You cannot take it, boy, you better show it (Show it) +You know you can't hold it (Huh?) +If you better hold it then you better blow it (Blow it) +No, don't reload it +And I just empty that clip on that fuck nigga +Yeah, that boy just really want war (War) +We playin' the backyard +We use that entrance like it is the front door (Woah) +I'm sippin' my Hi' +You know that this shit right here, it got me slumped up +Woah, I put that girl right on your tuck, yo +I put that shit in her gut, yeah +Slime, yeah, baby +You know that that lil' nigga, he is so cutthroat (Slatt) +You know I'm pescatarian +Them chickens, the feathers get plucked, yo +Woah, hit that bitch, she wanna buck, yo +I make that bitch wanna knuck, yo +Yeah, she said she do it for fun +She said that shit make her numb (Uzi) +Pour me numb (Woah, woah, woah, woah, skrrt-skrrt, yeah, she said) +Pour me numb (Why?) +[Chorus] +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb), yeah +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (What that do?), yeah +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb, yeah, ayy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Count Dem Rolls[Intro] +(Count dem rolls, whoo, count dem rolls) +When a bitch suck my dick, I be like "wooh!" +If I'm counting more than a thousand dollars I be like "wooh!" +Count them rollz! Damn! + +[Verse] +The Audi on wrist and the Audi my whip +And the R8 ain't come with a ceiling (skrt) +Tec-9 what I grip, and it got cooling kit and the clip, that bitch got a extension (brr) +The laser on it, a fuck nigga better be quick cause I swear to god I'm not missin' +I probably won't miss, I put a bullet in your head +And change your whole image (I'll kill you) +I just talked to Wiz, I told Addie "call me" +Ain't talk to my guy in a minute (waddup addy) +I went to the party, the bitches all on me +I'm pullin' Brazilian and Remy (suck my dick) +If it bout the Benjis, don't play my Benjis +Bustin' at you with the semi +I 'member when we was fuckin' a shawty in the basement +Her name *beep* +My style doin' damage, diamonds they dancin' +Hair on her neck it be standin' +My pistols be twins, they clip be five-ten +It kinda remind me of Shannon +But I can not worry 'bout Shannon +My niggas eatin', you look famished +I'm drinkin' that lean and I'm xannin' +Lil Uzi gon' be just richer than them +That's word to my nigga Don Cannon +Talkin' that shit then I blam 'em +Wait, that nigga be runnin' +I mean the plural, that nigga rannin' +I got a bitch all on me, yes she be chewin' my dick up +I be just killin' this shit +When she eatin' the nut, it be givin' her hiccups +You should have worked out, shoot you in your stomach +Muthafucka should've did sit-ups +I don't give a fuck muthafucka, now you talkin', nigga, get up +I been gettin' money, how bout you? +Your bitch all on me, how bout you? +How that's your bitch, she suckin' my dick once again +Now she talkin' 'bout you +I told that bitch eat me, I'm killin' it +I told that nigga I be fillin' it +Man Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi that nigga on top of Philly like literally +I don't give a fuck lil' nigga, I swear to god I hope that you die +They say "why you dye your hair pink?" +Nigga, I don't know, them xans got me too high +I told that bitch I just be doin' it +Ain't understand me, don't give a fuck +Hit a nigga with a twenty shot +Twenty shot right to his chin like a uppercut +Lil Uzi he just be stupid, told your bitch that I am ruthless +She suckin' my dick and she suckin' my dick +And it feel like that bitch she is toothless +Wooh! +[Bridge] +(take a break count this god damn money, shitt) +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls + +[Verse 2] +Just talked to my plug, yeah +He got that Actavis just for him like by check +And you the type nigga that be on the block +Still tryna sip on that Hi-Tech +I don't give a fuck nigga, what the fuck +I might just hit your right up +I told that bitch "suck me up, suck me up, suck me up" +No, no, no, I don't want to fuck +Lil Uzi crazy, Lil Uzi crazy, I did this shit in a day day +I'm gettin' Nachos, movin' that work +I ain't talkin' bout the libre +I'm not with that he say, she say +Not with the he say, she say +I take his main and his side-bitch +And we proceed right to the three-way, damn! + +[Outro] +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Count them rolls +Like count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls +Like count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Uppin Downers (SoundCloud Rappers Only)[Intro] +I don't wanna go if it's not no pills there (no) +I'm from 1600, know some niggas still there (yeah) +Tweak… +Damn, DJ Plugg, you just killed it +Yeah, get it, please, please, yeah + +[Chorus] +I take Addy just to keep me up +I take Xanny just to bring me down +I take Molly just to keep me up +Took a 30 just to bring me down +After your bitch done booting up +Then she turn her frown upside down +Went to the store like, "Add me up" +Told that fuck nigga, "Go wipe me down" +I was on Addy to keep me up +I was on Xanny to bring me down +I was on Molly to keep me up +I was on 30's to bring me down +I was on Addy to keep me up +I was on Xanny to bring me down +I was on Molly to keep me up +I was on 30's to bring me down +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Verse 1] +I don't wanna go if it's not no pills there (no) +I'm from 1600, know some niggas still there (yeah) +Tweakin' and geekin' off Molly and Xanny and Perky and Addy (whoo) +Gettin' this money, my hundreds so crispy, I'm gettin' this cabbage +Still the same nigga, eat my salmon blackened +Told that nigga I fucked on his bitch gladly +That lil' bitch mad 'cause she really can't have me +She sucked my dick with a piece of candy +Looked in my eyes, said she can't stand me +Talk to my foreign, it talkin' right back +10 double G's and I'm takin' 'em things +Jump in the 'Rari, everything went black + +[Chorus] +I take Addy just to keep me up +I take Xanny just to bring me down +I take Molly just to keep me up +Took a 30 just to bring me down +After your bitch done booting up +Then she turn her frown upside down +Went to the store like, "Add me up" +Told that fuck nigga, "Go wipe me down" +I was on Addy to keep me up +I was on Xanny to bring me down +I was on Molly to keep me up +I was on 30's to bring me down +I was on Addy to keep me up +I was on Xanny to bring me down +I was on Molly to keep me up +I was on 30's to bring me down +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2] +All of my diamonds, they start wit' V +Swerve in the 'Rari, it ain't got no key +All of you rappers are hot to me +Because y'all all remind me of me +I was just normal, I went through a portal +Now my life changed like I'm Mr. Deeds +Fuck that bih once, then I dip +Fuck that bih once, then I dip +Fuck that bih once, then I dip +Fuck that bih once, then I dip +Fuck the bitch once, then I hit delete +She so wet, might have to repeat +She drink the pints of the lean +She drink the pints of the lean +I smoke the pounds of the green +She was on Oxy by 3 +She was on Oxy by 3 +She was on Roxi and E +She put her body on me +She throw her body on me +I am first 'cause I'm A1 and you Z +Takin' Addys 'til I really can't see40EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +R.I.P. Chico[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +What's up with your homie? (What's up?) +I can't fuck with him (Yeah, no way) +Them lil' bitches know me (Huh?) +Oh‚ not you again (Whoa) +I can't pull up four deep (What?) +Need room for your friends (Ayy) + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I got all types of guns +My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums +I got all types of guns +My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +(Skrr) +Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico? +I just talked to Stizzy‚ he said they finito (Yeah, yeah) +Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh) +Swervo said he rockin' with me‚ he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit) +Ooh, I put that on dude (Ooh) +One more time for Chico for my bros (One more) +I'ma throw this money and tonight I'm fucking three hoes +They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +What's up with your homie? (What's up?) +I can't fuck with him (Yeah, what?) +Them lil' bitches know me (Huh?) +Oh, not you again (Whoa) +I can't pull up four deep (What?) +Need room for your friends (Ayy) +Uh, what you saying? Uh +Tell me what you saying, uh (What you saying?) +Serving sand, uh +In front of the cam', uh (Serving sand) +Counting bands, huh +On top of the Lamb', huh (On the Lamb') +You's a fan, yeah +We been should've you to put you down, yeah (Damn) +Took a stand, yeah +That boy, he's a cancer (Bitch) +20 bands, yeah +20 get you canceled (Bye-bye) +Swerve that Range, yeah +This is not a Land Rover +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +(Skrr) +Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico? +I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito (Yeah, yeah) +Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh) +Swervo said he rockin' with me, he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit) +Ooh, I put that on dude (Ooh) +One more time for Chico for my bros (One more) +I'ma throw this money and tonight I'm fucking three hoes +They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat +(Skrr) +Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico? +I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito (Yeah, yeah) +Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh) +Swervo said he rockin' with me, he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit) + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +Ooh (Ooh) +Ooh (Chico) +Ooh (Ayy, three hoes, ayy, yeah) +Ooh (Oh) +Uh, understand (Understand, woo) +You don't understand, understand (Understand) +What I had to do as a man (As a man) +Just to make it all the way from the land (From the land) +And still able to go to the land (To the land) +I'm still stunned that he really took the stand +But that's okay, we cut his ass off like a branch (Like a branch), ooh +I got all the sauce, don't need no ranch (Don't need no ranch) +MAC-11 got your outfit damped (That's the MAC, yeah) +And my necklace shining like a lamp (Like a lamp) +These niggas don't want it with my team (No, they don't) +Yeah, I texted his girl at 4:03 (1600) +Yeah, I found out he was an O-P-P, ooh (1600, yeah) +Shawty walked past, act like he ain't know me (Ooh) +'Cause he know I had that 30 on my belt (On my belt, 30) +Got them hollow tips so you can't scream for help (No, you can't) +Now you laying all on the floor +You did that for 304 +That we don't even own (Ooh) +She fuck with a nigga from way back (Ooh) +That gave her her own (Ooh) +Thousand dollar cologne (Ooh) +Ring, ring, which phone? (Ooh) +I'm so high, I don't know +I'ma show you broke niggas what getting money about ('Bout) +My mansions so big inside, damn near I put a house (House) +Diamonds on my wrist, these shits is wetter than her mouth (How?) +Cause a murder scene, pick up the bullets, now we out (We out) +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I got all types of guns +My block like Pakistan, we got choppers with the drums + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo] +(Skrr) +Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico? +I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito (Yeah, yeah) +Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh) +Swervo said he rockin' with me, he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit) +Ooh, I put that on dude (Ooh) +One more time for Chico for my bros (One more) +I'ma throw this money and tonight I'm fucking three hoes +They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Uh-huh, yeah) + +[Verse 3: G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert] +Remember I walked out my house to a shootout, it was veto (Woo) +This was way before I was toting my pole +But he did the stain, he ain't need me though (Ayy) +2010, ran two, three poles +Me and Lil Marley, them know what we on (What?) +And now I go out field, two, three rolls (Two, three rolls, ayy) +Run up a 50 on two or three shows (Uh-huh) +And my boy Uzi get 80 a show (80 a show, ayy) +So we got all the hoes +Told my jeweler, "Man, I don't wanna see no gold" (Pointers) +I want all of those (Ayy) +And we can't wait for a new opponent +Free smoke, we want all of those (Bah) +50 round drum stay up on us (Us) +Draco, flippin' them car right over (Grra) +I go nuts for my fallen soldiers +First like the Rover, I'm not mobile (Ayy) +Long live [?], ooh, [?] (What?) +Just talked to [?] about Slim the other day +He said, "Wish I was home" +Can't let no fuck nigga see me cry, only when I'm alone (When I'm alone, RIP my nigga) +Smoke dope when I'm alone +Pray the Lord'll let me go blazin' when he call me home +I ain't seen them Ms, let me go brazy 'fore you call me home +I made a hundred Ms, I been touched the Ms +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +(Skrr) +Man, I miss lil' Danny, why it had to be Chico? +I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito (Yeah, yeah) +Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat (Coat, ooh) +Swervo said he rockin' with me, he put that on Vito (2, that's real shit) +Ooh, I put that on dude (Ooh) +One more time for Chico for my bros (One more) +I'ma throw this money and tonight I'm fucking three hoes +They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fake From the Jump[Intro] +No, no, no, no, no + +[Chorus] +I knew you were fake from the jump (The jump) +You know I can spot it from the cut (Cut, cut, cut) +'Cause you know Lil Uzi in the cut (In the cut, cut, cut) +All we want is money and the drugs (Yeah) +Man, I had your girlfriend all in love +Told her that she fucking with a thug +Swept some money right under my rug +Not 'bout money, please don't say, "What's up?" + +[Verse 1] +Girl, you think you low, girl, you wanna go (Uh-huh) +That mean you a ho (Let's go) +All that talk that you don't cheat, that shit right there for show +Cause he had you at 3:30 I had you at 4:00 +Anyway, I might pull up Bentley truck +Girl, this is not a rental +Fox coat, extra mink, when I get cold, won't shiver +But without me, girl, you know that it's gon' be a cold winter (Brr) +You went with a loser and you left yourself a winner (Lil Uzi) +Can't believe you started this when I'm the one to finish +You was just pretendin', everything I said, I meant it (Ooh) +My new crib got ten bedrooms and all don't got a tenant (No way) +My new car, this shit too nice, fishbowl, I can't tint it (Vroom) +[Chorus] +I knew you were fake from the jump (The jump) +You know I can spot it from the cut (Cut, cut, cut) +'Cause you know Lil Uzi in the cut (In the cut, cut, cut) +All we want is money and the drugs (Yeah) +Man, I had your girlfriend all in love +Told her that she fucking with a thug +Swept some money right under my rug +Not bout money, please don't say, "What's up?" + +[Verse 2] +I'm so used to pain, it's part of my day +It's part of my rage, I can't see your face +I can't see it, I can't see it, I can't see it +From what you did, everybody told me, "Leave that" +I can see that, matter fact, I might keep that +Tell me how you love if you lost your soul +She saw everything when I left my phone +You can't find no better, they are all my clones +Same niggas standin', did it on my own + +[Chorus] +I knew you were fake from the jump (The jump) +You know I can spot it from the cut (Cut, cut, cut) +'Cause you know Lil Uzi in the cut (In the cut, cut, cut) +All we want is money and the drugs (Yeah) +Man, I had your girlfriend all in love +Told her that she fucking with a thug +Swept some money right under my rug +Not bout money, please don't say, "What's up?"6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +A Lot[Chorus] +Slide around with the mop (yeah) +All we know is up the opps (yeah) +Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah) +Lambo your parkin' lot (yeah, skrrt) +Shoot at his leg, he hop +Shoot at his leg, he hop +Shoot at his leg, he hop +Where would the game be? + +[Verse 1] +I'm mixin' them words like a synonym +She tryna swallow like cinnamon (damn) +Rockin' Vements (uh, yeah) +Rockin' that shit like its Vetements +Little nigga I got hella bands (ayy) +Stand on my money, I'm 7'10" (damn) +Fuck on your bitch 'cause she heaven sent +Smell on that girl and she heaven scent +Ooh, that booty heaven sent (yeah) +Smokin' that gas, that's my medicine (yeah) +Little nigga think he better than (what?) +Lil Uzi really a veteran (ooh) +This still my first not my second win (ayy) +Lil Uzi Vert with that tether skin (yeah) +Gettin' this money, what's happenin'? (Yeah) +Gettin' these girls is what's happenin' +Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha +Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah) +My new coupe peel out the Radisson (hey) +Movin' that work, traffic (ayy) +Move through the dirt, blacky sand (yeah) +Chopper gon' twerk, Pakistan (ayy) +Nowadays I just be havin' fans +Go in the club and I'm throwin' bands +Oh you a stripper? Give me a dance +Walk around with all my hundred bands (yeah) +I got all types of girls +Just know I'm always with something tan +Diamonds so clear, that's spick and span +These niggas hatin', treat 'em like spam (yeah) +I'ma stay real as I can (pull up) +In a Range, it's not a Lamb' (yeah) +[Chorus] +Slide around with the mop (yeah) +All we know is up the opps (yeah) +Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah) +Lambo your parkin' lot (yeah, skrrt) +Shoot at his leg, he hop (skrrt) +Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha +Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah) +My new coupe peel out the Radisson +Diamond fist, a lot (damn) +Diamond wrist, a lot (ayy) +Pull up with the drop (yeah) +Givin' what I got (got) +That's your bitch or not? (What?) +I don't kiss a lot (What?) +I'm gon' shoot my shot (Yeah) +I don't miss a lot + +[Verse 2] +Damn, 200 bands (what?) +Look at you, gonna go shop again +They gettin' money, no stoppin' them (what?) +Fuck what they say when we flockin' in +My whip, she hoppin' in (skrrt) +Helicopter that I chopper in (ayy) +This girl on my side so bad (yeah) +But too bad the scale only stop at 10 +So that's why you're always mad (yeah) +'Cause I'm always poppin' tags (woah) +And I always come in first +And you always gotta settle for less +Got the Lambo, I ain't want a Jag +Hit the pedal and settle the gas (yeah) +Dolce Gabbana my bag (yeah) +Nike that Air when I smash (what?) +Drive my car like NAS (yeah) +I get fly like NASA (yeah) +Had her in my path +She tried to wave and I drove right past (skrrt) +Yeah you know it's digital +I don't know my dash (yeah) +Get high off that hash (ayy) +Eyes red like a rash (damn) +Grab it from the back, yeah +Grab her waist real tight +When I'm in, it make her bite me back +All different girls, like where your type be at? +If I got locked up would you write me back +Or just chase another bag? Yeah +[Chorus] +Slide around with the mop (yeah) +All we know is up the opps (yeah) +Ben Baller, cost a lot (yeah) +Lambo your parkin' lot (yeah, skrrt) +Shoot at his leg, he hop (skrrt) +Used to have Ashley, used to have Keisha +Then I put dick all in Madison (yeah) +My new coupe peel out the Radisson +Diamond fist, a lot (damn) +Diamond wrist, a lot (ayy) +Pull up with the drop (yeah) +Givin' what I got (got) +That's your bitch or not? (What?) +I don't kiss a lot (What?) +I'm gon' shoot my shot (Yeah) +I don't miss a lot5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Woke Up Thankful (Calm Skate Vids)[Intro] +(DP on the beat) +Yeah, and you know +I'ma just keep doin' what I'm doin', yeah +It's a reason this shit workin' +I woke up with a bank full, with a bank full +With a bank full, with a bank +I woke up with a bank full, with a bank full +With a bank full, thank God, I'm so grateful +Yeah, all my cake blue +Hey, what your bank do? +Yeah, what your bank do? +Shawty, what your bank do? (Yeah) +Yeah, all my cake blue +Hey, what your bank do? +Yeah, what your bank do? +Shawty, what your bank do? + +[Chorus] +I woke up with a bank full, yeah, with a bank full +I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful +Yeah, all my cake blue +Hey, what your bank do? (What your bank?) +Yeah, what your bank do? (Yeah) +Shawty, what your bank do? +I woke up with a bank full, yeah, with a bank full +I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful (Yeah) +All my cake blue +Yeah, what your bank do? (What your bank do?) +Yeah, what your bank do? +Shawty, what your bank do? +[Verse 1] +Pull up, skrrt, what is that? (Skrrt), yeah +Louis shirt, who? Louis hat, yeah +Bad girl, yeah, and she bougie, booty fat +Say he know me, huh, ain't my homie, who is that? Yeah (Who?) +Now I be slammin' them doors +Now I be countin' them rolls (Yeah) +Articles all up in Vogue (What?) +Shop at the store when it's closed (Ayy) +They don't like me on the low (Yeah) +But I stayed all in my mode (Hey) +Now you already know (Yeah) +Took over my city for sure (Lil Uzi) +Know that I sold out my show (Show) +These diamonds, my neck, they for show (Show) +Double-V S plus one +Double-B cup in my throat (Yeah) +I took your girl to one date, yeah +I made your girl go both ways, yeah + +[Chorus] +I woke up with a bank full, yeah, with a bank full +I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful +Yeah, all my cake blue +Hey, what your bank do? (What your bank?) +Yeah, what your bank do? (Yeah) +Shawty, what your bank do? +I woke up with a bank full, yeah, with a bank full +I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful (Yeah) +All my cake blue +Yeah, what your bank do? (What your bank do?) +Yeah, what your bank do? +Shawty, what your bank do? +[Verse 2] +I jump on the plane 'cause I, uh, like to travel +She ride me so good that that girl need a saddle +In my fraternity, hit with the paddle +My baby a gangster, she move with the ladder (Yeah) +She beat the case, yeah, so she not hearin' the gavel +She playin' Russian Roulette, yeah, what? +One in the barrel +Money so long +I gotta put that shit right in a folder (Yeah) +Diamonds, they rock like a boulder +I buy her gifts and I really don't know her +I do shit like, "Look under your seat" +Yeah, what? Feel like Oprah +All these chains on our neck and they still can't hold us +Mixin' lime right with the coca (Hey) +You know ain't shit changed +It's Lil Uzi, Mister Live In the Moment (Yeah), huh +I'm never foldin' + +[Chorus] +(Bank full) +Yeah, with a bank full +I'm so thankful +Thank God, I'm so grateful, yeah +All my cake blue, hey +What your bank do? Yeah (What your bank?) +What your bank do? (Yeah) +Shawty, what your bank do? +I woke up with a bank full +Yeah, with a bank full +I'm so thankful, thank God, I'm so grateful (Yeah) +All my cake blue, yeah +What your bank do? Yeah (What your bank do?) +What your bank do? +Shawty, what your bank do? Yeah +[Outro] +All my cake blue, hey +What your bank do? Yeah +What your bank do? +Shawty, what your bank do? Yeah (Yeah) +All my cake blue, hey +What your bank do? Yeah +What your bank do? +Shawty, what your bank do?20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sticky[Intro] +That sound like um +My-my-my-my-my UFO when it lands yeah +Lil Uzi, huh, yeah, huh +Lil Uzi, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right + +[Verse 1] +My diamonds don't need no light (No light) +Them bitches shinin' at night (Oh yeah) +Pull up lambo more 4 pipes (Skrr) +My young nigga totin' them pipes (Boom) +She gave me that head like it lice (Yeah) +But that girl I swear she so sheisty (Sheisty) +Like everything she said a lie (Oh yeah) +So everything really not nice + +[Chorus] +Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky) +'Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me) +Popped a Cosmo and a Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky) +Lookin' in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy) +Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah) +Hunnids crispy, I can't fuck her, she ain't sticky (She ain't sticky) +Doin' well, got a proud family, bitch I'm sticky (Bitch I'm sticky) +I'm the captain, so I'm never sayin' "Pick me" (No way) +[Verse 2] +Suck all on my dick, better keep that shit clean (Better keep it clean) +I play with her clit, I made that bitch cream (Made her cream) +After we were done, she told me she had big dreams (What?) +Asked me for some hundreds, she said she need 16 +I told her talk with her eyes (Talk with your eyes) +I told her walk with her tongue, I can't walk with my feet (I can't) +'Cause I paid 3k just right for my sneaks +Drive Bentley truck but no Jeep (Damn) +My Bentley don't come with keys +Your Jeep, it came with the keys (Yeah) +You know that I had to leave, you know I'm only a tease (Bye, bye) +Yeah, get the cake, switchin’ states (What?) +Bitch I'm baked (Bitch I'm baked), in a Wraith (In a Wraith) +Don't eat steak (Don't eat steak), shrimp my plate (Shrimp my plate) +My bitch from space, getting that crème brulée +Stack it, put it in a safe +Diamonds in my watch, the reason why I'm late +Basically what I'm sayin' "I flood the face" +Get paid to be late, I got expensive taste + +[Chorus] +Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky) +'Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me) +Popped a Cosmo and a Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky) +Lookin' in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy) +Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah) +Hunnids crispy, I can't fuck her, she ain't sticky (She ain't sticky) +Doin' well, got a proud family, bitch I'm sticky (Bitch I'm sticky) +I'm the captain, so I'm never sayin' "Pick me" (No way) +Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky) +'Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me) +Popped a Cosmo and a Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky) +Lookin' in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy) +Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah) +Hunnids crispy, I can't fuck her, she ain't sticky (She ain't sticky) +Doin' well, got a proud family, bitch I'm sticky (Bitch I'm sticky) +I'm the captain, so I'm never sayin' "Pick me" (No way) +[Verse 3] +Black diamonds on my neck, they got pigment +Kiss me, kiss me, made girl ride my dick like a 10 speed +If she leave, I know she comin back that girl a frisbee +Look, you can't make me mad, you can't make me sad +This a rollie, can't tick me (Bow, bow) +This is V12, you can't get me (You can't catch me) +These nigga mad, well hit me +All of the hate shit, yeah miss me (Yeah, yeah) +Which one? Which one? Which one? +I don't know lil' bitch, let's see (Yeah, yeah) +Might pull out that Lambo', the Hellcat, the Viper +Now back to the Bentley (Yeah, skrr) + +[Chorus] +Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky) +'Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me) +Popped a Cosmo and a Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky) +Lookin' in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy) +Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah) +Hunnids crispy, I can't fuck her, she ain't sticky (She ain't sticky) +Doin' well, got a proud family, bitch I'm sticky (Bitch I'm sticky) +I'm the captain, so I'm never sayin' "Pick me" (No way)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cutting My Wrists[Intro] +(Southside) +(DJ on the beat so it's a banger) +Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (What?) +Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) +Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) +Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) +Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside) +Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Let's go, let's go, let's go) +Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) +Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch (Yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus] +Diamonds cuttin' my wrists (My wrists) +Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go, brick) +I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go, bitch) +I had to go up in my list (My list, okay) +No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics) +No, I can't stay for a lick (No) +I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (I flex) +I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Uh) +Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) +A goldfish, she live on my fist (Fish, fish) +I gotta get bitch that is rich (Uh) +'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (Lil Uzi) +Yeah, if you gon' shoot (Shoot) +Uh, fuck nigga, you better shoot (Bah) +Uh, my new whip is bulletproof (Proof) +I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth) +[Verse 1] +I got diamonds on my hand (My hand) +I got diamonds on my rims (Rims) +I got diamonds on my friends (Friends) +Let the story just begin (Begin) +Uh, Dior my suit +Uh, I just wanna get all the loot, uh (The loot) +Fuckin' your bitch, I recruit, uh (Recruit) +I make her do what it do, uh (It do) +Told her get loose like it's Loubs (Yeah) +When it get loose like a noose (Yeah) +Treat that girl like Uncle Luke (Luke) +Get on my lap but that pussy for crew (Let's get it) +Elephants all in the room, uh +Horton gon', um, hear a "hoof," uh (What?) +I put my dick in your boo, uh (Your boo) +She is no longer your boo, uh (Lil Uzi) +22 hundred my shoes, uh (Lil Uzi) +Nike sign, that shit say swoosh, uh +Fuck on that bitch then I move, uh (I move) +You not my bae, you get Roof'd, uh +Wait, where is the blue? +Pop that lil' pill and I start seein' clues (Uh) +Pop your ass just for some shoes, uh (Yeah) +My nigga makin' the news (Let's go) +Base him on that block, say zoot it (Let's go) +Um, yeah, I had to recoup, uh (Recoup) +I had to rake up the loot (The loot) +350 thousand on my jewels (My jewels) +That's the shit I got on now +Back then, they ain't let me fuck, well, how 'bout now? (How 'bout now) +If I'm a dog, lil' bitch, you is a hound +We buyin' verbs in the 'vert, not no noun (Let's go) +I'm the freshest nigga out +Pull up so fresh that they put you in lost and found +Lil' bitches will never get found +'Cause these niggas always, they stealin' my style (Uh) +[Chorus] +Diamonds cuttin' my wrists (My wrists) +Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Your bitch) +I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Your bitch) +I had to go up in my list (My list) +No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics) +No, I can't stay for a lick (No way) +I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist) +I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (They sick) +Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) +A goldfish, she live on my fist (My fist) +I gotta get bitch that is rich (Rich) +'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (Attire) +Yeah, if you gon' shoot(Shoot) +Uh, fucknigga, you better shoot (Bah, bah) +Uh, my new whip is bulletproof (Proof) +I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) + +[Verse 2] +First crib, it was apartment (Uh) +I used to chill in the 'ment (The 'ment) +Everything happened is meant (What else?) +Bitch your breath stink, need a mint (Let's go) +Yeah, I know them shooters you sent (Okay) +I just had to paid they lil' rent (Where they from?) +Reversin' the backend, lil' bitch (You bitch) +That what happen when a nigga get rich (Fire) +No, I do not smoke no hemp (No hemp) +Uh, yeah, I just walk with a limp (A limp) +Uh, I'm the closest thing to pimp +C on my glasses so I see the 'lent, uh (Let's go) +Dip, slide in the Bent' +Get, top, I got the tint (Skrrt) +Uh, don't want that bitch, she not a ten +I cannot fuck if she didn't bring a friend (Uh) +She getting mad, I put dick in her friend +Not talkin' no haircut but I get the trim +She a redbone and she fixin' the brim (Okay) +Every time we in her Ack its intense +She a lil' crazy but she is a gem +I put it in her stomach, feel it in her intestines +My niggas Swervo put me on that bitch +I met that girl when I was out on Essex +You know I get fly like I'm on The Jetsons +So you know I got to keep the protection +I put the section inside of my section +No, no, no, I cannot fuck on pedestrians (No) +Going too hard, no, I am not resting +Do not follow the light, that is the exit +Two of your checks look just like my bag +Hit from the back and no, no, I can't back it (Let's go) +All of my niggas, they monkeys, gorillas +All of my niggas, they move with bananas (Whoa) +I got a hundreds round right in the Phantom +My boy just put up four up in a Fanta +No, I do not drink the lean, that's the answer +Poppin' the Perky, wake up and what happened? (Yeah, what happened?) +Fuckin' this bitch in the ass, I'ma smack it +Hit her so hard that that shit still was clappin' +Top of the morning, first thing I said to that lame nigga shit was that he was so corny +But I'm not worried about that cause that bitch look so good that that shit still gon' make me horny +No, not no school but your bitch, she be boarding +Ride on a plane 'cause Lil Uzi be tourin' +She told me she wanna go Bora Bora +But I would not do that 'cause she gave me oral +Keepin' the cauldron, my new name is Squidward +'Cause Lil Uzi, he underwater like coral +That fucknigga, yeah, he gon' move like a girl +My niggas still movin' them choppas and squirrels +No oyster my plate and no clam on my plate +But Chanel on my neck and it made out of pearl (Ayy) +I got my girl a lil' ice cream +And she like mixed chocolate-vanilla and made that shit swirl (Swirl) +Okay, your girl, she better than his +But I swear your girl's not better than swirl (Swirl) +She got blue eyes with Sandy brown hair +And that lil' bitch ass is big as the world (World) +Lil Vert, Lil Vert, Lil Vert like Eddy +Come on, lil' baby, I know that you ready +Chop that boy up, treat him just like spaghetti +It's a surprise so that shit with confetti +Got a girl, last name Voorhees and she gonna move with machete +Smoking three grams but them shits not no Teddy +Big body of water, my neck with a levee (Let's go, let's go) +Keep my brand new foreign steady +Please don't drive my shit like a Chevy +Pull up Clearport with a all black Jetty (Skrrt) +Pull up the car on a all black heli +If I get booked they don't have no celly +That's 'cause I made ten Ms off the deli +She only made three racks off of jelly (Uh) +No, you can't talk like that, you not a member (No) +I get my nuggets, no Denver (No Denver) +Fur on my neck, no chinchilla (Pew-tch-tch-tch-tch) +No, I can't sit in the middle (Brr) +'Cause I'm not, um, sentimental +Getting money, flexin' real hard +But that car you got is a rental +Is you a spy? Nigga, tell me who sent you +Got a old bitch that love doing the dishes +Got a old bitch that like giving the pinches (Let's go) +Got a old bitch, they be sucking my dick +And everytime she do it, she take out her dentures (Haha) +Diamonds my mouth so it's diamonds my sentence +I got this floss and that's right from my dentist +I stayed at the Ritz and you stayed at the Hilton +I'm dunkin' your bitch so I had to Shawn Kemp it (Let's go) +The .40, the Glock, got the Smith and the Wesson my hip +I know I told you I don't drink the lean but I might sip it +This shit was destined, uh, this shit was written (Yeah) +These niggas not with the hittin' (Yeah) +She wanna fuck, she can get it, uh +First, you gotta do an audition, uh +And you gotta bring an addition, uh +He try to swing on me, I slip it, uh +Knock that boy out, he a chicken (Bitch) +You really not real and you talk 'bout your own people so you better stay your distance (Get away) +I’m ballin' on you like the Pistons (Mm-hmm) +Uh, blow that bitch out like a piston (Uh) +Uh, I'm the only chef in my kitchen (Uh) +Uh, so I guess I better get that whippin', yeah +Random hoes don't pick it, uh +That's how I do my stickin', yeah +Don't know where she been, can't lick it +Only hit it once, don't miss it (Let's go) +Make her pop her top like I'm mystic (Uh) +Raf on my jeans, shoes Rick-Rick (Yeah) +These niggas out here, they really be trippin' +And I'm off the 'shrooms, I be doin' the same +[Chorus] +Diamonds cuttin' my wrists (Uh) +Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go) +I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go) +I had to go up in my list (I did) +No, no, I don't take no pics (I don't) +No, I can't stay for a lick (I'm sorry) +I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist) +I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Let's go) +Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) +A goldfish, she live on my fist (Okay) +I gotta get bitch that is rich (Let's go) +'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (He lit) +Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Let's go) +Fucknigga, you better shoot, uh (Shoot) +My new whip is bulletproof (Proof) +I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth) + +[Outro] +I got diamonds on my tooth +I got diamonds on my tooth +Diamonds on my Gucci boots (Yeah) +Diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) +I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) +Yeah, Lil Uzi, let's go4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thot Back*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro: Ballout] +My bitch wanna fuck bro +I'm so icy and I'm cutthroat (Gang) +Runnin' bands up, I get 'em pronto (Beep) +In the Hellcat, blue hunchos (Skrr) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I ain't worried 'bout this bitch, I got racks (Yeah, ooh) +If they shoot at us, we gon' pop back (Frrah, yeah) +You keep acting tough, need to stop that (Yeah) +I'm already done, can have your thot back +Yeah, thot back +Ayy, thot back +Yeah, thot back +Woah, thot back (Yeah, ayy) +Look at you in love, you got your thot back (Woah) +She think I'ma cuff, baby, this not that (No) + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Hit it once, uh, kick that bitch to the curb +Get back to the curb, ooh, kick that bitch to the curb +I don't know if it was good, hit her off the Perc' +She heard this song, ooh, said that boy right there a jerk +Give me brain, turn me right to a nerd +Thirty boppers, got them choppers like the purge +Brand-new foreign…5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Countin’[Intro: 2 Chainz] +It's that moon rock shit +You gotta mix this with some regular OG +Cause this shit be burnin' crazy + +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Countin' the money +Countin' the guap 'til I'm getting blisters +I say what I want, don't hold my tongue when I'm off the liquor +Don't care what she did, still go out and get her +Cause I'm on a mission +They say she did this, say she did that +But I'm still gonna kiss her +No no no, I don't care who just had her +Cause I'm gonna get her +No no no, I am not worried 'bout that +Cause I wanna get her +I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her +No no no, I am not worried 'bout that +Cause I'm gonna get her + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Charge her to the game, I am no beginner +Put her on my gram, yea I'm posting pictures +Girl I'm just saying I'll post up with ya' +Girl I'm just saying let me post up with ya' +I don't know if you sip drank, let me pour up with ya' +And we both do the same thing, let me tour with ya' +Girl you match my fly, that’s the perfect image +And I ain't gon' lie, no, I'm gonna get ya' +I ain't worried 'bout who got you right now +Cause I'm getting to the guap, like right now +Cartier on a yacht, private island +Chanel, show the top, shawty stylin' +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Countin' the money +Countin' the guap 'til I'm getting blisters +I say what I want, don't hold my tongue when I'm off the liquor +Don't care if she dance, still go out and get her +Cause I'm on a mission +They say she did this, say she did that +But I'm still gonna kiss her +No no no, I don't care who just had her +Cause I'm gonna get her +No no no, I am not worried 'bout that +Cause I wanna get her +I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her +No no no, I am not worried 'bout that +Cause I'm gonna get her + +[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] +Cum in a bitch and I go crazy +Spend all these racks and I go crazy +Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 +This how the lord made me +Drop the top and start sun bathing +Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked +Got all my side hoes frustrated +This the life I waited on +Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone +I don't know what you been waiting on +All that I know is that I waited long +I ain't waiting to get no lone +Provolone on top of provolone +Mobile phone on top of mobile phone +I don't know what you niggas smokin' on +Pull my closet got a upstairs +Mobile home on top of mobile home +I go to sleep with a rollie on +I start my car with remote control +Get so much pussy +I go to sleep with a condom on +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Countin' the money +Countin' the guap 'til I'm getting blisters +I say what I want, don't hold my tongue when I'm off the liquor +Don't care if she dance, still go out and get her +Cause I'm on a mission +They say she did this, say she did that +But I'm still gonna kiss her +No no no, I don't care who just had her +Cause I'm gonna get her +No no no, I am not worried 'bout that +Cause I wanna get her +I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her +No no no, I am not worried 'bout that +Cause I'm gonna get her + +[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] +Fuck I'm the king of the city +I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me +I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me +You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me +My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty +Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece +My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece +I’m pourin' that gin in a simply +You niggas so fake need assembly +I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty +Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and just little old me +Fuck I'ma do wit this money +But walk in the club and start stuntin' +Push all my old bitches buttons +Came up from nothin' to something +Tell her take the stick, don't run from me +There's some for you, there's some for me +So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me +All that bullshit is up under me +Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed +All of this cash that's another thing +Black and yellow like a bumblebee5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dirty Diana*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough +Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough (Bugz on the beat) +Yeah they know, pockets stuffed, pockets stuffed +Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough + +[Chorus] +Now they mad 'cause a young nigga up +Pocket stuffed, pocked stuffed, ain't enough +I might pull up in that new Bentley truck +I'm so up, you so stuck, got bad luck (Ayy) +Yeah, brought my mom a Masi' truck +Thots start with T so brought that girl a Tesla truck (Yeah) +Whoa, pull up in a Bentley truck (Truck) +Boy you need a whip 'cause you be renting shit too much + +[Verse 1] +Medusa head, Versace like Gianni +Looking for a dime piece on the phone with Lil Yachty... + +...Getting head when I'm with Kianna... + +...I'm rich like King Midas, they should build me a palace... +...[?], uh +I give, uh, all of my bitches allowance +Dirty Diana, uh, yeah, put the dirty in the fanta, uh +Diamonds they dancin', uh, yeah +Super wet just like a Phantom, uh +Asked that girl, uh, what it do just like a mountain +So much, I just lost my count, so much, I had to stop countin' +So much, I got an accountant (Damn) +They all on my back and they want me to lose (Yeah, what) +I cannot, um, lose my balance... + +[Chorus] +Now they mad 'cause a young nigga up +Pocket stuffed, pocked stuffed, ain't enough +I might pull up in that new Bentley truck +I'm so up, you so stuck, got bad luck (Ayy) +Yeah, brought my mom a Masi' truck +Thots start with T so brought that girl a Tesla truck (Yeah) +Whoa, pull up in a Bentley truck (Truck) +Boy you need a whip 'cause you be renting shit too much + +[Verse 2] +...You know she a baddie, got a fatty, grip you up +Chillin' with my other girl right now, I can't hit you up (No) +Only got a two seater, so I can't pick you up (Skrt) +Yeah, girl you are in luck +'Cause you is a baddie so you in a Tesla truck +Check, whoa, I got a check, ayy +I got a check today, I got a check today +I'm gonna flex today, throw the money like [?] +Throw the money like a [?], [?] +Yeah, I'm gonna [?] +[?] what's that, [?] +Nigga you [?] so old, you better [?] +You gotta [?], [?] +[Chorus] +Now they mad 'cause a young nigga up (I'm up) +Pocket stuffed, pocked stuffed, ain't enough (I'm up) +I might pull up in that new Bentley truck (Bentley Truck) +I'm so up, you so stuck, got bad luck (Got bad luck) +Yeah, brought my mom a Masi' truck (Masi' truck) +Thots start with T so brought that girl a Tesla truck (Yeah) +Whoa, pull up in a Bentley truck (Vroom) +Boy you need a whip 'cause you be renting shit too much + +[Outro] +Yeah +[?] +Yeah, like [?] +Yeah, yeah...7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Movie*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Chorus] +... +I told the truth, put that on moms (Yeah, ayy) +I'm in this shit for life (Yeah, ayy) +Remember my life, that shit was trife (Yeah, ayy, what?) +Now my neck, my wrist got ice (Yeah, ayy) +It was sometimes I wanted to die (Yeah, ayy) +It was sometimes I wanted to cry (Yeah, ayy) +It was sometimes I cut myself, I really thought I was Michael Myers (Myers) +I told the truth, put that on moms (Yeah, ayy) + +[Verse] +I got a whole amount (Amount), I'm in the cut like a motherfuckin' bandage (Ayy, ayy) +I got a whole amount (Amount), I'm in the cut like a motherfuckin' bandage (Oh, ayy) +I know thеy hear me now (They hеar me) +I know these niggas they can't really stand me (Yeah) +They tryna steal the sound (Sound, they tryna steal it) +They tryna steal the bounds (What? What?) +I say, "Hey, ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy (Uh, uh, yeah), how you doin'?" +I am not no regular, my life is like a movie (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah) +Yes, I must admit, I'm gothic, she still wanna do me (Yeah) +I will never change, 'cause I'm always remember two things (Two things, yeah) + +[Chorus] +I'm in this shit for life (Yeah, ayy) +Remember my life, that shit was trife (Yeah, ayy, what?) +Now my neck, my wrist got ice (Yeah, ayy) +It was sometimes I wanted to die (Yeah, ayy) +It was sometimes I wanted to cry (Yeah, ayy)...13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Back[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Funny, you can't turn me down +I already know nobody don't got my back +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Back, back, back, back +Stack, racks, racks, racks +Black Mac, stay strapped +Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh +Back, back, back, back +Stack, racks, racks, racks +Black Mac, stay strapped +Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Boy, you cap, boy, you cap +Ooh, you ain't put nothing on the map, choppa on my lap +Ooh, she like when I pop them tags, yeah, don't trip 'bout my tag, yeah +Get my swag from my dad, yeah, hunnid bands in my bag +30 rounds in my mag, fuck niggas bit my swag, ayy +I was just tryna walk past, yeah, put your lil' bitch on a jet +Then sucked my dick, we jet lagged, yeah, smile in the whip, drive fast +Goin' way faster than the Dash, wanna race, boy, get dragged +Talking too slick, get clapped, fucking your bitch, no fag +So fuck nigga better relax 'cause everything I say facts +Had to skate on a bitch like Vans, been wearing these shits since The Pack +Ridin' 'round all black Mac, know I gotta watch my back +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Back, back, back, back +Stack, racks, racks, racks +Black Mac, stay strapped +Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh +Back, back, back, back +Stack, racks, racks, racks +Black Mac, stay strapped +Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh + +[Verse 2: Young Thug] +Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh, yeah +Fuck around, hunt you, kick shit, Kung Fu +All my foreigns new, pour my Mountain Dew +Diamonds from Cancun, twenty bitches at the Fontainebleau +Saw you a mouse, too, your diamonds got clouds, too +Money taller than the latitude, can't wait to embarrass you +Talk dirty like a bastard too, I was fuckin’ out the midnight blue +Three-hunnid for the Bentley Coupe, uh, yeah +Wrist on froze like "Ouch,” got a car in the house like a couch +Been rich, your bitch can vouch, yeah, now bring your scout, yeah +I put my dick in her mouth, yeah, we was on your couch, yeah +I put my nut on her comb, now you got nut in your hair +Chanel on her manicure, my floor meets eleven +I got me a wife, but I still live like a bachelor +I told her we married, but I'm never gon' marry her +I married the money and karats, I'm not tryna embarrass you +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Back, back, back, back +Stack, racks, racks, racks +Black Mac, stay strapped +Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh +Back, back, back, back +Stack, racks, racks, racks +Black Mac, stay strapped +Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yea Hoe[Intro] +Thugger, Uzi, brrt + +[Hook: Young Thug] +My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe +My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no +Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go +If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe +I be the richest, I be the richest +I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs +I want to kiss it, I want to lick it +I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Okay I might pull out in a 'Rarri yea (skrrrt) +I got to get my dough, I stack my money yea +Looking at my chain white gold, I'mma just call some names +Now my old bitch salty yea, she keep calling me +Swerve around that bitch, while she walking, aye +Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray yea +Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way yeah +Now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days yea +Told your bitch suck on the head and I nut in your mother's face +Yeah, Me and Thugger do so well on Earth +Cause we from outer space +Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money +We got the cake +Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money +We got the cake +[Hook: Young Thug] +My lil' nigga poppin' at your brain like yea hoe +My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no +Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go +If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe +I be the richest, I be the richest +I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs +I want to kiss it, I want to lick it +I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +You told me that bitch was cool, that bitch was loose +Pull up in my Yeezy Boosts +Ya I don't follow no rules +Ya my car it don't got no roof +Ya hit her so hard she gon' sue +Ya that lil' bitch she not new +Ya Rick Owens all on my shoes +Ya your bitch stuck to me like glue +Counting the money, counting the money, now I'm the man in my city +Fuck with some C's, fuck with big B's, driving around in a Bentley +Went to the hood, got a lil' bitch, bet you Lil' Uzi gon' hit her +Lil' Uzi leave that bitch dripping +She mad at me pull out Remy +Smoking this gas, popping these Xans +Ya you know I'm a lean sipper +Ain't about money why is you talkin'? +I smack you right with my hand +Lil' Uzi cool like a fan ya +My new bitch she got a man ya +All these hoes they my fans ya +Walking around with all these bands ya +[Hook: Young Thug] +My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe +My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no +Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go +If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe +I be the richest, I be the richest +I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs +I want to kiss it, I want to lick it +I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it64EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +XXL Freshman Freestyle: Lil Uzi Vert[Verse] +I met some homies make a night what I signed for +But that's okay, I stack my money, make it times four +Look at my shoes, yeah, you know them things be Tom Ford +Lil Uzi, July 31st, born in '94 +All these boys hatin' on me, that's why I got this nine for +But you know I run the game just like I'm an athlete +Better yet, not an athlete, runnin' just like a track of me +Told that girl that she can't see me or can't meet me +Told that boy he can dress like me, but he can't be me +Told that boy I don't see no competition like I'm Stevie +And yeah, I don't believe in the devil, but I play with them Ouijas +Alright, hotter than wasabi, everybody know that +Huh, same class as my nigga 21 and Kodak +Huh, told that girl I got them diamonds on my teeth, that's Kodak +Better smile for me, huh, yeah, you better get wild for me +Yeah, look at that Rolly, girl, better tell the dial for me +Cause that thing don't tick, baby +Huh, you probably get hit, baby +Yeah, if that boy talkin' shit, then I turn that boy into a lick, baby +Forty shots for Lil Uzi, boy, I don't believe that +Huh, come into your hood, boy, yeah that's where we at +Yeah, where the weed at +Yeah, where the lick at +Yeah, boy stop all that talkin', I said where the bricks at +Yeah, you'll get hit back, break your neck like a Kit-Kat +Yeah, better get back, because this AK got that kick-back5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All This Money[Intro] +All this money, all this money +All this money +(DP on the beat) +All this money, all this money, all + +[Chorus] +I said "Hold up, back back" +Told that girl "Get off me" (off me) +I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin') +All this money fallin' (fallin') +Told my mom "Don't worry" +All this money on me (on me) +Now your bitch all on me +Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry) +I said "Hold up, back back" +Told that girl "Get off me" (off me) +I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin') +All this money fallin' (fallin') +Told my mom "Don't worry" +All this money on me (on me) +Now your bitch all on me (on me) +Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry) + +[Verse 1] +I just fucked your bitch and now you lookin' sad, damn +Hit it from the back and now the blonde be clappin' +Countin' all this money that I still was trappin' (yeah) +Water on my jewels, my diamonds get to dancin' +Like hold up, roll up, I just got my dough up +I just talked to Mane Mane, listenin' to Sosa +Doin' shows with Rocky, share my ho with Carti +Braid my hair like Muddy, dread my hair like Thugger +Used to argue with my mother +Pray to the lord to watch over my brother +We gon' be rich by next summer +All my shooters, yeah, they my lovers +[Chorus] +I said "Hold up, back back" +Told that girl "Get off me" (off me) +I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin') +All this money fallin' (fallin') +Told my mom "Don't worry" +All this money on me (on me) +Now your bitch all on me +Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry) +I said "Hold up, back back" +Told that girl "Get off me" (off me) +I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin') +All this money fallin' (fallin') +Told my mom "Don't worry" +All this money on me (on me) +Now your bitch all on me (on me) +Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry) + +[Verse 2] +Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (woo) +I said lil' bitch, I'm sorry (I'm so sorry) +And I know I'm young but don't card me (no) +And I dream chase with my Barbie (yeah) +Getting all these racks off these shows +Don't fuck with rats, now you know (now you know) +Boy, I swear your style is so old (so old) +Boy, I swear your style growing mold (growing mold) +[Bridge] +"Ho, get off" +Ho, get off me +Ho, get off (off me) +Ho, get off me +Ho, get off (get off me, yeah) +Ho, get off me +Ho, get off +Ho, get off (yeah) + +[Chorus] +I said "Hold up, back back" +Told that girl "Get off me" (off me) +I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin') +All this money fallin' (fallin') +Told my mom "Don't worry" +All this money on me (on me) +Now your bitch all on me +Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry) +I said "Hold up, back back" +Told that girl "Get off me" (off me) +I swear that I'm ballin' (ballin') +All this money fallin' (fallin') (DP on the beat) +Told my mom "Don't worry" +All this money on me (on me) +Now your bitch all on me (on me) +Lil' nigga, I'm sorry (sorry)14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So Hit[Hook] +Boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit +Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips +Um, yeah, boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit +Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips +Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in +Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick +Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in +Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick + +[Verse 1] +Um, yeah, look at my Rollie, I don't got the time +Look at these niggas, they all stealing my lines, yeah +Yeah, and I'm like "why is she sniffing 'em lines up", yeah +I still be gettin' that work, met the plug right in the diner +Yeah, talkin' that shit little bitch, you get a shiner +Yeah, whippin' it like it's my wrist, burning my tires + +[Hook] +Boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit +Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips +Um, yeah, boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit +Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips +Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in +Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick +Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in +Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick + +[Verse 2] +Um, yeah, she holdin' that work, movin' that work +Move through the dirt, sip on that dirt, what is your name? +Bitch I'm umm Lil Uzi Vert +Boy you so sad, boy you so mad you can't get a verse +Uh, yeah, umm, actually I fucked your bitch it was like um yeah +It was her and her friend they said "Uzi come in", I was like "oh, yeah!" + +[Hook] +Boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit +Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips +Um, yeah, boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit +Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips +Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in +Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick +Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in +Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick + + +[Verse 3] +Ksubi jeans that with the K, banana clip in the K +Most of these niggas they hate, I do not walk in no J's +I just be changing these hoes, same way I'm changing my lanes +Um, yeah bitch it's Cartier, this ain't no Ray-Ban +Um, band in my hand, she callin' me the band man +She like the way that I dance, she say "Uzi hit that dance" +Damn, umm, she on snooze, yeah, that little bitch on a xan +Damn, bitch, I can't lose, yeah, paid a thousand for my pants +Damn, I got rich quick, yeah, got a rich bitch, like "you so hit" +"You so hit", damn, I got rich quick, yeah, got a rich bitch like +"You so hit", aye, you so hit +Damn, I got rich quick, yeah, got a rich bitch, like "you so hit" +"You so hit", damn, I got rich quick, yeah, got a rich bitch like "You so hit", aye, you so hit +[Hook] +Boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit +Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips +Um, yeah, boy you so hit, um, yeah, bitch you so hit +Um, yeah, fuck with them Bloods, um, yeah, fuck with them Crips +Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in +Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick +Um, yeah, Uzi goes in, um, yeah, Uzi goes in +Um, yeah, she suck on my dick, um, yeah, like she a tick16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Smoke My Dope (Demo)[Intro] +Damn DJ Plugg, you just killed it! + +[Pre-Hook] +Yeah, huh, what +Cut that bitch off like I'm Zorro, yeah +She say I see you tomorrow, aye +Lil' bitch won't see me tomorrow, yeah +Heel toeing right in my visvims +I do not rock on no Jordans +Lil Uzi he got the vision, aye +All the rings on like I'm Horry, aye + +[Hook] +Aye, smoke my dope +Damn, white bitch sniff that coke, yeah +Um, smoke my dope, aye +White bitch sniff that coke, yeah +My cousin ran out of work, aye +He started choppin' that soap, yeah +Aye, smoke my dope +Damn, white bitch sniff that coke, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, um, what you about? +Yeah, punch that nigga in his mouth, yeah +Um, run in his house, yeah +Get the money now we out, yeah +Swervin' that bitch she annoying, aye +Told that lil' bitch gotta earn it, aye +Both of my choppers be brothers +Callin' em Lil Bert and Lil Ernie +Goyard belt it cost a Hermes +Ksubi jeans tight, kinda hurtin' +Pockets so big like excursion, yeah +And my main bitch be a dyke +Um, wait, told that lil' bitch +You got a fat ass, but you not my type +Aye, wait, huh, what? +Bitch you thought you spendin' the night +Aye, that bitch she jump on my dick +Aye, ride my shit like it is a bike +No I do not feel no way, but I'm higher than a kite +Yeah, run through them hoes like Ray Rice +Drinkin' that lean with no Sprite (sheesh) +All of my bitches they bi, aye +Takin' them Xans on them flights +[Pre-Hook] +Yeah, huh, what +Cut that bitch off like I'm Zorro, yeah +She say I see you tomorrow, aye +Lil' bitch won't see me tomorrow, yeah +Heel toeing right in my Visvims +I do not rock on no Jordans +Lil Uzi he got the vision, aye +All the rings on like I'm Horry, aye + +[Hook] +Aye, smoke my dope +Damn, white bitch sniff that coke, yeah +Um, smoke my dope, aye +White bitch sniff that coke, yeah +My cousin ran out of work, aye +He started choppin' that soap, yeah +Aye, smoke my dope +Damn, white bitch sniff that coke + +[Bridge] +Aye, smoke my dope +White bitch sniff that coke +My cousin ran out of work, aye +He started choppin' that soap, yeah +[Verse 2] +Yeah, um, told that bitch +Is you with it? Is you ready? +Yeah, um, told that bitch +Is you with it? Is you ready?, yeah +Um, whopper on me, chopper on me, it's so heavy, aye +Pull out that Rolly, it got the bezel +All of my jewelry is real metal +Yeah, nigga want beef +I might just fuck on his niece +Aye, paid a thousand for my sneaks +That be Chanel on my sneaks +Paid a lot right for my teeth, aye +Diamond, white gold on my teeth +Yeah, takin' Xans, catch my z's +Yeah, and my bitch booty on fleek, aye + +[Pre-Hook] +Yeah, huh, what +Cut that bitch off like I'm Zorro, yeah +She say I see you tomorrow, aye +Lil' bitch won't see me tomorrow, yeah +Heel toeing right in my visvims +I do not rock on no Jordans +Lil Uzi he got the vision, aye +All the rings on like I'm Horry, aye +[Hook] +Aye, smoke my dope +Damn, white bitch sniff that coke, yeah +Um, smoke my dope, aye +White bitch sniff that coke, yeah +My cousin ran out of work, aye +He started choppin' that soap, yeah +Aye, smoke my dope +Damn, white bitch sniff that coke28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She Wasn’t Lasting[Verse 1] +Lil Uzi Vert, um, yeah I'm gon' rage +Yeah, Fuckin' yo bitch on the stage (yeah) +Fuckin' your bitch in the face (yeah) +I leave you gone with no trace (yeah) +Cartier all on my face, (yeah) +Ray ban's not on my face (yeah) +Duckin' and dodgin' on 12 (Aye) +Duckin' away from the snitches +Duckin' away from the bitches +I just be stackin' my riches, (Um Yeah) +If you see me with that bitch best believe I'm gon hit it +I don't buy none of my clothes from Lennox +Yeah my chopper that bitch big as a midget +Walk around in Balmain jeans +So much money a nigga just be limpin' +Aw yeah, I don't want that hoe +Keep my hammer close, I don't trust a soul +Countin' up them blue hundreds +But my money old +Jumpin' in my whip ain't no handles on the door +Like What + +[Chorus] +Yeah, you is not a bad chick (no) +Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average +On the real girl, you a slick trash bitch +I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting +(like what) Yeah You is not a bad chick (no) +Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average +On the real girl, you a slick trash bitch +I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting +[Open Verse] + +[Chorus] +Yeah, you is not a bad chick (no) +Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average +On the real girl you a slick trash bitch +I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't Lasting +(like what) Yeah You is not a bad chick (no) +Lookin' at you hoe, you was kinda average +On the real girl you a slick trash bitch +I kicked her out the door she knew it wasn't lasting12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fast as You CanLyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +... [?] +Yeah + +[Pre-Chorus] +I don't wanna throw these bands (No) +Know that she will drop it low, when she do her dance +Turn around, girl, yeah, on a handstand (Yeah) +I don't really wanna but I'm 'bout to throw these bands (Guap) +I don't really wanna but I'm 'bout to throw these bands +You took your girl out to eat, she wanna get a tan +So I swooped in first, I see you took her to the sand +I don't really wanna but I'm 'bout to throw these bands (Lil Uzi) + +[Chorus] +Yeah, um, jump in a Lamb +Move that car fast, yeah, fast as I can (Yeah) +Come here, girl, and drop it rather fast as you can (Huh) +Fast as you can, fast as you can +Come here, girl, drop it low, fast as you can +Fast as you can, fast as you can4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Made It[Intro] +Can't believe I made it (Made it, Can’t believe) +Can't believe I made it (Made it) +Them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +You're the ones that hated (Ooh) + +[Chorus] +Yeah, can’t believe I made it +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Okay, uh) +Yeah, can't believe I made it +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Lil Uzi) + +[Verse 1] +You know I'm the one, everything I do first place it (Yeah) +Pull up in a spaceship, man you know I'm gonna race it (Vroom) +Brand new Hermes bracelet complement the Cuban bracelet (Huh?) +Your girl say you rap good but say my voice amazing (Oh) +Hit it once, can't chase it, I don't know that girl erase it +I can’t save it-save it-save it, man I swear that girl so basic (Okay) +She so tasteless, I might pull up and I Wraith it +So much money, gotta rake it +All this paper, got her naked +Tell that girl, she better shake it (Shake it, shake it, shake it) +Or I will not pay, can’t pay anyway (Oh) +'Cause there’s no layaway +If I didn't have it all would you fade away? (Ayy) +[Chorus] +Yeah, can't believe I made it (Bih) +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated (What) +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Okay, uh) +Yeah, can’t believe I made it (Bih) +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated (What) +Now the same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Yeah) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Okay, uh) + +[Verse 2] +Can't you tell, can't you smell, diamonds sick, they pale (Yeah) +Yeah they wet like a whale, I'm slimy like snail (Slime) +I come from the bottom, where it's kill or be killed (Yeah) +I count it to a thousand, then I made my first mil' (Oh, god) +We won't talk, we won't squeal, get off on a pill (Pill) +Yeah we saw your paperwork, got off on a deal (Deal) +Big guns, banana get you pealed (Yeah) +Pick one, these niggas ain't in the field (Yeah) +You know Draco (Uh), AK (Uh), AR (Uh) +Uzi (Uh) Tec (Uh), Kriss (Uh), Vector (Uh, yeah) +Not (Uh) stressing (Uh), money (Uh), protecting (Uh) +Rubber band stretching (Uh) +Fuck your bitch, she on a stretcher (Uh) +[Chorus] +Yeah, can't believe I made it +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Baby) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Uh) +Yeah, can't believe I made it +All them niggas had me confused +Yeah, the ones that hated +Now them same niggas' bitches begging me to have their baby (Baby) +Diamonds on my neck, racks on my chest, wet like the Navy (Uh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Mad (Make It Back)[Intro] +That's more like it +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy +You can't trap here, you can't mat here +Yeah + +[Chorus] +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact + +[Verse 1] +Pull up on my dolo, 'cause I got my strap +All I see is snakes, Don C on my hat +I was off the xanny baby, she was off the flat +She ain't have no panties baby, hit it from the back +I know I'm a better fella, no hater, I won't tell her +Donald Duck my Gucci sweater, no I won't pluck a feather +I probably got salmonella, Saint Laurent on all my leather +Diamond dancing with baguette, chopper on me Armageddon +Damn my jewelry it got heavy, damn my new bitch she so heavy +Yeah my new whip is so heavy +Hit the button, now it's ready +Ready, better hope you're ready +Now she wanna sex me, used to didn't want to text me +[Chorus] +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact + +[Verse 2] +Stop, stop, stop, stop +Stop, stop, bitch I went up in my thoughts +200 my whip and it stuck +I do not talk to the cops +Stop, you're popped +You do not get any guap +Ayy, get a bag run it up +Diamond dance, they shiny, it ain't sunny up +Who at the door, put the money upstairs +Better stay down there, can't get money up here +Clothes so rare, you can't find that there +Ayy, car go faster, you can't pass there +You can't text here, you can't mack here +You can't trap here, you can't stack here, got the mac here +[Chorus] +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a back +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Watch This*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse 1] +We got one or two flats and a ceiling screen +Let me guess, it cost you like a hundred thousand +No, no, no, bitch, you come fuck with me +I'm doin' what you do in your dreams +I fucked your bitch pussy, Vaseline +These bitches always will capture me +Hatin' ass nigga turn into me +Fucked on yo' bitches like ten to me +On the real it was just me and Mean +We don't know how tall your girlfriend is +When we saw her she was on her knees +I cannot get tired of money, but this money it will turn people 90 degrees +I know you sick of my money, 'cause everytime he call you, he try to get it from me + +[Chorus] +Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it +I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin' +I stay with a whole lotta +Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it +I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin' +I stay with a whole lotta +[Verse 2] +Bustas, Lil Uzi stay on some mob shit, stop it +All these drugs keep fucking with my conscience +How you from my hood, but you still on some opp shit? +Time gon' tell, fuck niggas get popped quick +Fleas ran over Xanny and mouses +That's not my boys, gonna pull up to they house, shit +I fucked that bih from the opp block, but I only did that on like multiple couches +Fuck that lil' bitch, 'cause I know where her house is +I don't know where she stay, but I know where her mouth is +These niggas they talk, always on some clout shit +I got a gun it'll put you on a cloud +Fucking with Lil Uzi and that's some news on me, let's go +I keep checking my poles, dependin' on my mood, yeah +I keep checking my hoes, sometimes check my shows, yeah +I keep checking my poles, like I check my shows +Niggas they blown outside like a hall, 'cause they not following rules +No matter where I go, I gotta take my jewels + +[Chorus] +Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it +I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin' +I stay with a whole lotta +Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it +I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin' +I stay with a whole lotta +[Verse 3] +Dead men on me, yeah +Dead men on me, yeah +She bad, fell on me, 'cause I walked in with her rent on me +That bitch got the cent' on me, yeah +Put the fan on me, yeah +I'm not worried 'bout that, 'cause I got two big FN's on me, gang +She drop dead all the way to the morning +When you pop that stout, homie +Don't want it like that, don't own it +That's your little bitch, please, don't control me +I'm gonna keep throwing this money, beep +I'm gonna keep throwing this money down, bust down just like freeze +I'm gonna keep throwing this money down, 4000 a piece, yeah +I took your bitch back to the future, 5000, that's slatt +I took your bitch back to solar, uh, got more pills we geeked +My diamonds they too much, they all blur, I can't even see + +[Chorus] +Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it +I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin' +I stay with a whole lotta +Benjamins sittin' in my left, right pocket, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +These niggas broke boys +Watch this, watch this +I can make the whole crowd mosh pit, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it, watch this +I can make your bitch one stop it +I ain't even drop no songs, still poppin' +I stay with a whole lotta +[Outro] +Dead men on me +Dead men on me +Dead men on me3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Queso[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +My bitch Spanish, told her twerk, then she hit the salsa +You need twenty, thirty, forty, that's how much it cost ya +Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Money, carat, diamond necklace +Thousand dollar checklist +Bitch, I'm flexin', we start sexin' +Now that bitch so restless +Panamera Rari, forgi, bitch, I'm young and reckless +My chain got on praying hands +'Cause my life a blessin' +We start smokin' in the dams +Now I smoke a section +You is not allowed in the real nigga section +Hundred dollar salad, fifty dollar dressin' +Money, pussy, sober, they can't smell stressin' +Daylight, hoes is whippin' lotus +They so poker, built like joker +Glock no holster (Pistol burning) +Pockets on Al Roker +Lean or soda, what you holdin'? +My bitch golden, her ass swollen +Gucci Jones and why you foldin'? +Your bitch hatin' on my homies +[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert] +Queso, that be that queso (Yeah) +That queso (Yeah), that queso (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +Hey, hey, ayy, yeah, hey, yeah, yeah, woo + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +My bitch Spanish, told her twerk, then she hit the salsa +You need twenty, thirty, forty, that's how much it cost ya +Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso + +[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] +Fuck your man, bitches wanna fuck with Young Khalifa +'Cause I got that sauce, I be bunkin' through your speakers +Married to the money, fuck her once, then I don't need her +Big booty Latina, twerkin', while she roll my weed up +All my niggas on, Lil' Uzi hit me for a feature +Never trust a broad, ya'll some unstable creatures +Chevy get the call, I'm in Cali', we should link up +Back when I was young, servin' strong in-front the teachers +Now I'm much older, prices way cheaper +Came a long way from that Motorola beeper +Movin' state to state with just an iPhone and a Sidekick +Upgrade the room and get a flight for my lil' side bitch +[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa & Lil Uzi Vert] +Know I gotta get a flight for my lil' side bitch, mane +Man she talkin' 'bout she don't smoke +Young Khalifa hand her a pound, that'll have her ass get high in that thing (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +My bitch Spanish, told her twerk, then she hit the salsa +You need twenty, thirty, forty, that's how much it cost ya +Mixin' up that perico, spread it on the table +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso +My plug good, he mix the yayo, queso, queso, queso10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On My Line[Hook : Lil Uzi Vert] +Bust-bustin' traps on my phone +These junkies won’t leave me 'lone +Had-had your bitch all on my phone +Then she gave me dome +Tra-tra-trappin' on my phone +These junkies won’t leave me 'lone +Your bitch on my phone +That bitch give me dome + +[Verse 1 : Lil Uzi Vert] +Gave me dome, gave me dome +Off the shits, I don’t know +What the fuck you sayin'? +Jumpin’ in the Rolls, sippin’ on this Rose +2-2-3 and balls, all my diamonds close +Chains look like snow and them bitches go +All my bitches hoes, they be sniffin’ coke +I don’t sniff no coke +Trippers have ahead, Glizzy with the sticks +Forty five with balls, you ain’t really know, I was with the shits +Now you really know +Speakin’ two different languages +And made it out of joke, xanny, eyes closed +Ballin’ like I’m Sammy, chillin’ in Miami +I just need a Grammy +Chillin’ on the ocean, pussy to be flowin’ +She ain’t got no panties +You’ll be on the floor, I am not an human +All this be just splattin’ +Boy you still let me +My own niggas trappin’ +[Hook : Lil Uzi Vert] +Bustin' traps on my phone +These junkies won’t leave me 'lone +Ha-had, your bitch all on my phone +Then she gave me dome +Tra-tra-trappin' on my phone +These junkies won’t leave me 'lone +Your bitch on my phone +That bitch give me dome + +[Verse 2 : G Herbo] +All of my bitches they fine and they right +Still suck my dick the first night +Sippin Rosé cause I’m not gettin’ high +Mix the codeine with the sprite +Hoes on my dick, try to fuck and I'm wasted +I think I'm Future, No Basic +Can’t fuck that bitch if she basic +Like have a brick from my bracelet +Pull up tryna stunt in a wraith +Pull up try to race on my stripe +Yo bitch let me fuckin’ it straight +Disrespect her and bustin’ in face +Money thats one thing thats gonna stay on my mind +I give her all of my time +Touch that bitch til I’m all on my way but I lie +She don’t distribute a dime +And you drop but you never stop hittin’ my line +I got you go strippin’ on line +They don’t got me, just sit on and last +Thirty shot clips on that +Try to run and get hit in the splat +If you jug you get hit and get splash +It gets me up in the hood, post it up with my ice and my gun with my nigga +[Hook : Lil Uzi Vert] +Bustin' traps on my phone +These junkies won’t leave me 'lone +Had your bitch all on my phone +Then she gave me dome +Tra-tra-trappin' on my phone +These junkies won’t leave me 'lone +Your bitch on my phone +That bitch give me dome7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Flex’n[Intro] +Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro + +[Hook] +Never knew getting money was cool +Bitches think that I'm cool, threw a hundred right up in the pool +Your bitch was naked up in the pool +Hit from the back when I'm in the pool +Swear that I'm flexing right next to you +Me and Metro flexing next to you + +[Producer Tag : Future] +Metro Boomin' want some more nigga + +[Verse 1] +Counting blue faces nothing else to do +Bitches and bottles my section too +I met that bitch on the avenue, I fucked that bitch on the avenue +Money long just like the avenue, clip be long just like the avenue +Got more whips than the damn avenue, flipping that shit on the avenue +Pull out my weapon, pussy nigga I be blasting too +.223 bullet it make you vomit, I swear that you ain't gone last it through +120 that's up on your dash, 200 on mine I'm maxing too +And you really swear that you got my bitch, but I told her to keep cashing you +Rollie, Rollie it be presidential, spent a lot of money on a platinum VVS dentures(skrt, VVS dentures) +Whipping out the Fisker, Imma show you how to work your wrist(skrt, whipping out the fisker) +Now you get the picture, I am a lean sipper +Actavis Actavis Actavis, I don't like red +Yellow diamond dripper, Cartier worth a couple tickets +[Hook] +Never knew getting money was cool +Bitches think that I'm cool, threw a hundred right up in the pool +Your bitch was naked up in the pool +Hit from the back when I'm in the pool +Swear that I'm flexing right next to you +Me and Metro flexing next to you + +[Producer Tag : Future] +Metro Boomin' want some more nigga + +[Outro] +Counting blue faces nothing else to do +Bitches and bottles my section too +I met that bitch on the avenue, I fucked that bitch on the avenue +Money long just like the avenue, clip be long just like the avenue +Got more whips than the damn avenue, flipping that shit on the avenue +Pull out my weapon, pussy nigga I be blasting too +.223 bullet it make you vomit, I swear that you ain't gone last it through +120 that's up on your dash, 200 on mine I'm maxing too +And you really swear that you got my bitch, but I told her to keep cashing you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Horse[Pre-Hook] +Mr. Balmain with Air Force +That bitch say that she really like my voice +I do not like her like we is divorced +Shut up bitch, don't like your voice +I might just jump in a 'Rari +I might just jump in a Porsche +What them two things got in common? +Them bitches both got the horse (giddy up!) + +[Hook] +Hit that bitch straight from the back +That bitch just look like a horse +That bitch she gon' scream my name +Until her throat getting hoarse +Told that bitch suck on my dick +I leave her pussy so moist +You cannot afford this umbrella +You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce + +[Verse 1] +Automobiles they so foreign +You worrying about a Ford +Nigga tell me how you whipping +I swear I'm using a fork +Boy I swear your money little +Like you related to Stuart +That bitch she lick on the tip +Ain't my baby somebody call the stork +Maxing the Mac-11 with the tripper service +Swear that you don't want war +Shotgun turn you to a smoothie, hit you with the uzi +Swear you don't want war +You a tough pit like a bar +Tell that bitch I got everything in the store +I remember back I was almost poor +Now that bitch pussy pinker than a sore +Tough ass raps they bethey be snitching in court +Gang members they be talking in code like its morse +I'm the type of nigga to handle shit like a dog +You the type of nigga to fall in love with a whore +Back then that bitch said I was a nerd +Now that bitch sucking on the dick of a god +All that got damn money laying on the floor +Pick it up put it away treat it like a chore +[Pre-Hook] +Mr. Balmain with Air Force +That bitch say that she really like my voice +I do not like her like we is divorced +Shut up bitch, don't like your voice +I might just jump in a 'Rari +I might just jump in a Porsche +What them two things got in common? +Them bitches both got the horse (giddy up!) + +[Hook] +Hit that bitch straight from the back +That bitch just look like a horse +That bitch she gon' scream my name +Until her throat getting hoarse +Told that bitch suck on my dick +I leave her pussy so moist +You cannot afford this umbrella +You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce + +[Verse 2] +Margiela made out of cow +Them bitchesmake you feel like a goat +On my neck got fifty thou +Diamond wet just like a boat +Money is sitting in pile +You is upset because you in a hole +I'm spending the most +I swear that thick bitch is doing the most +Rolling with my brother like the master +Choking on her neck anaconda +Roll around with tina on my hip +Who the fuck is that? oh that's just the llama +Fuck on that bitch on her pajamas +Fuck 12 skirt off Panamera +Choke on her tail ruin her mascara +Looking at a millionaire in the mirror +Running the game like a track +Swear you my son, not your dad +VVS on my right wrist +VVS on my left wrist +I just fucked on my right bitch +Then I fuck on my left bitch +That pussy pop like a rari +That pussy yeah it got grip +[Hook] +Hit that bitch straight from the back +That bitch just look like a horse +That bitch she gon' scream my name +Until her throat getting hoarse +Told that bitch suck on my dick +I leave her pussy so moist +You cannot afford this umbrella +You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pluto to Mars*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Chorus] +I done came out with a hundred grand large, yeah (I done came up with the Vert) +I got a ten car garage, yeah (I got a ten car garage, woo) +They thought I wouldn't make it far, yeah (Woo-woo) +Mama, I did it, a star, yeah (Mama, I did it, woo-woo) +Yellow diamond look like Marge, yeah (Look like a Simpson, woo-woo) +Backyard so big like a park, yeah (Woo-woo) +Made it from Pluto to Mars (It's Lil Uzi Vert, yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +If the lights go off, baby, would you ever change? (Change) +I was never on my high horse from the fame (Fame) +I could never gеt mistaken for a lame (Lame) +You know I lovе it every time she calls my name (Yeah) +If the lights go off, baby, would you ever change? (Change) +I was never on my high horse from the fame (Fame) +I could never get mistaken for a lame (Lame) +You know I love it every time she calls my name (Ayy) + +[Verse 1] +I could break down the flow on the beat now (Yes) +I could break down your ho into threes now (Woah) +Said my paper so old it got senile (Huh?) +I done pulled up with a forty, ayy (Yeah) +I get that forty, my woadie, ayy +I gotta go do some shows (Shows) +I met some different girls all on the road (Ayy) +Yeah, you know how this life goes (Yeah, ayy) +I could tell that these niggas, they all frauds (Ayy) +All of these niggas, they tryna sabotage (Ayy) +[Chorus] +I done came out with a hundred grand large, yeah +I got a ten car garage, yeah (Yeah) +They thought I wouldn't make it far, yeah (Huh?) +Mama, I did it, a star, yeah (Yeah, I'm a star) +Yellow diamond look like Marge, yeah (Yeah) +Backyard so big like a park, yeah (Park, yeah) +Made it from Pluto to Mars (It's Lil Uzi Vert, yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +If the lights go off, baby, would you ever change? (Change) +I was never on my high horse from the fame (Fame) +I could never get mistaken for a lame (Lame) +You know I love it every time she calls my name (Yeah) +If the lights go off, baby, would you ever change? (Change) +I was never on my high horse from the fame (Fame) +I could never get mistaken for a lame (Lame) +You know I love it every time she calls my name (Ayy)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Up the Ops*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +I'm super gone, I'm super gone +I'm super gone, I'm super gone, yeah +I'm super gone, I'm super gone +Stop hittin' me up, gettin' me up (yeah) +Hittin' me up, gettin' me up +Yeah, stop calling my phone, stop calling my phone, yeah +I'm all in my zone, I'm almost gone, yeah + +[Chorus] +Pull up on your block, and we 10 deep (yeah) +Yeah, We gon' up the 'ops till it's empty, Yeah +I'ma take your thot, hit it gently (aye), Yeah +She gon' ride on top like a ten speed (yeah) +Counting all big knots all blue benjis +You can believe it or not like its Ripley's +These niggas so mad, and they envy +You should keep on hating cause it miss me, Yeah + +[Verse 1] +Treat all these girls the same +My first girl the one to blame +Disappeared like David Blaine +I don't even know her name +Look at my Rollie +Look at the bezel, that bitch is so golden +I got the Saint Laurent I never foldie +These niggas talking but I never phony (yeah) +I never listen +So I don't care what they told me +If its beef, then I prefer that it’s cold +Walk around pockets just loaded +You got a couple on totting +You is not tough and it's showin' +Your pockets so small like a Lotus +My pockets so big like a Rolls +Wait, to the race +Yeah, to the race +She said that she like my chains +She said that it make her blind +I played with her like a toy +Beat it up, beatin' up night +Don't talk to me know my name +I'ma Leo it's like lion +[Chorus] +Pull up on your block, and we 10 deep (yeah) +Yeah, We gon' up the 'ops till it's empty, Yeah +I'ma take your thot, hit it gently (aye), Yeah +She gon ride on top like a ten speed (yeah) +Counting all big knots all blue benjis +You can believe it or not like its Ripley's +These niggas so mad, and they envy +You should keep on hating cause it miss me, Yeah + +[Verse 2] +Copped everything in the store, I'm affording to +They only had one, so you know I had to order two +My niggas don't take me out cause they say I'm important too +Nigga you keep tryna act out you better stop fronting niggas extorting you +Diamonds dance like water +MJ dance on wall +Deep in the sea like some coral +You call my number ignore you +Girl you my number one story +That be friend call when I'm bored too +Put my pedal to the floor too +I might just stay on the island +Got Gucci Goggles when I snorkel +Rage in her pussy like Raichu +Hit her so much give me [?] +Break that lil bitch I won't buy it +I'm so weird, nigga confined me +My tints so dark that’s its blinding +Jump in the foreign like ha +[Chorus] +Pull up on your block, and we 10 deep (yeah) +Yeah, We gon' up the 'ops till it's empty, Yeah +I'ma take your thot, hit it gently (aye), Yeah +She gon ride on top like a ten speed (yeah) +Counting all big knots all blue benjis +You can believe it or not like its Ripley's +These niggas so mad, and they envy +You should keep on hating cause it miss me, Yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hold Up (Dough Up) [Demo][Hook] +Like hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up +Hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up + +[Verse 1] +Like 10 toes deep, I'm all in +Yeah, 10 toes deep, I'm all in +Yeah, everyday I be ballin' +Yeah, everyday I be ballin, yeah +Split that lil bitch and she act like she know me +I be ballin' like Ginobili, (Skrt) +Whippin' it all the way till' my wrist numb +I can feel it in my shoulder +Somebody grab me a Polaroid, Polaroid, cuz my diamonds they so polar, aye +Talking that shit, pull up right on your block, got that drum +And that choppa' on shoulder +Fuck nigga you can not fight, yeah +Bitch come in two just like dice, yeah +I need it wet just like splash, yeah +Gettin' my money? Yeah, right +Yeah, fucking yo bitch cuz she right, yeah +Riding my dick like a bike, yeah +She is not spending the night, yeah +She is not spending the night +[Pre-Hook] +Yeah, I was in love with that girl +She was in love with a girl +I was in love with that dyke +I do not fuck with her brother +I was in love with a dyke +Nowadays I got a wife +I do not think about her + +[Hook] +Like hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up +Hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up + +[Verse 2] +Umm, Yeah +Uh no I'm not Jordan but I am the GOAT just like Kobe +My car's so fast, 200 on dash, won't test it (skrrr) +Gettin' money, that's a blessin' +Pray to the Lord that every day I be flexin', ya +Some of my niggas they restin', ya +I am still here, that's a blessin', ya +Swear I don't do the textin', ya +Lil bitch you is a peasant, ya +My chain might be tight but it's heavy, ya +Don't do no credit or debit, ya +All this money in my pocket, that shit get so heavy, ya +[Bridge] +Now I got me a new level +Now I went up in my level +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah +Yeah + +[Hook] +Like hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up +Hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nigo Hilfiger[Intro] +Skurrt, skurrt, skurrt, skurrt, boo +Aye, someone call the boat man, aye, Lil Uzi +Aye, aye, oh that Plugg, skurrt! + +[Hook] +If it ain't really bout money (On me) +I don't know why the fuck you talkin' (Save it) +I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye (No) +I fuck her sister no condom, aye (Yeah) +I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye +I fuck her sister no condom, aye +Boxers be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye +Told you be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +All of my boxers be Tommy, aye +That shit be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye +Left my old bitch kinda salty, aye +Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye + +[Verse 1] +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye +Hit a nigga with a Tommy, aye +All of my boxers be Tommy, aye +Some of my boxers they Bathing Ape +Most of my boxers be Tommy, aye +Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye +Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye +Smokin' that gas till I'm fallin', aye +Gettin' these hunnids I'm ballin', aye +Why you lil' bitch keep on callin', aye +Over my way and she stalkin', aye +Why these niggas they be hatin', aye +Swervin' that whip and they walkin', aye +Lil Uzi go super saiyan +That nigga just be evolving +[Bridge] +If it ain't really bout money (On me) +I don't know what the fuck you talkin' +I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye +I fuck her sister no condom, aye +I'll beat your ass like I'm Ronda +Asian bitch with ass like bumble +Bathing Ape be my pajamas +Chopper on me like Rambo + +[Hook] +If it ain't really bout money (On me) +I don't know what the fuck you talkin' +I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye +I fuck her sister no condom, aye +I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye +I fuck her sister no condom, aye +Boxers be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye +Told you be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +All of my boxers be Tommy, aye +That shit be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye +Left my old bitch kinda salty, aye +Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye +[Verse 2] +Lil' bitch do not cause a scene, aye +I swear to god It's not Maury, aye +Fuckin' all up on your bitch, aye +When I'm in New York with Bari, aye +She play with my dick like Atari, skurrt +Twenty one, not tryna call me, skurrt +Look at my phone, got all these bitches, I feel like Mike Lowrey (damn!) +Brittney that still be my barbie, aye +Rockstar like stop throwin' party, aye +Sometimes I feel like she Lita, aye +Sometimes I feel like Jeff Hardy, aye +Don't be a hater cause all of my skaters say "Lil Uzi you gnarly", aye +I mix the Visvims with Bape, aye +You still rockin' old Ed Hardy, aye +I mix the lobster with steak, aye +Look at my plate and you starving, aye +I feel like I'm DMX +When I'm in the pussy slippin and fallin', aye +Ask that lil' bitch if she an artist, aye +Cause that lil' bitch keep on drawlin', aye +I get that bitch on a boot, aye +She said "I don't do this often" + +[Hook] +If it ain't really bout money (On me) +I don't know what the fuck you talkin' +I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye +I fuck her sister no condom, aye +I fuck that bitch with a condom, aye +I fuck her sister no condom, aye +Boxers be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye +Told you be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +Uzi Gang that be the army, aye +All of my boxers be Tommy, aye +That shit be Bathing Ape, Tommy, aye +Left my old bitch kinda salty, aye +Told that lil' bitch do not call me, aye7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bustdown[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Bust down bust down +Look at my wrist like what now +Got that chain on flood now +God that young nigga up now +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Everything I got on bust down +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Everything I got on bust down +Ring on, Bust down +Look at my wrist like what now +Got that chain on flood now +God that young nigga up now +Bust down, Bust down, Bust down +Everything I got on bust down +Bust down, Bust down, Bust down +Everything I got on bust down + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Ya'll so clear you see through it +Gettin' money off stream music +So much Bape in my closet +She suck a real off G Unit +Hat on the head with a D on it +O with N with a C on it +If you talk drugs nigga we on it +Look at my ring put a key on it (trap) +Look at my car and a key on it +Look at my broad ain't no weave on it +You the type nigga that be on it +Can't even afford to breath on it +Yeah, I'm gettin' all this paper like whats up now +My chopper, chopper bigger than a damn truck now +Like uh, ring on check, chain on check +Ring on check, just three wings +Tell your bitch, I'm makin' money +I'm gettin' these checks, she givin' me sex +She givin' me neck, yeah she next and then she next +Look at the chain up on my neck it got all of those baguettes +Ha! Woo! +Diamonds, all [?] +Diamonds [?] +Diamonds you can not relate +Bitch if you not suckin' my dick, I cancel you like Ricki Lake +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Run off, Run down +Look at my wrist like what now +Got that chain on flood now +God that young nigga up now +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Everything I got on bust down +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Everything I got on bust down +Ring on, Bust down +Look at my wrist like what now +Got that chain on flood now +God that young nigga up now +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Everything I got on bust down +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Everything I got on bust down + +[Verse 2: Rich The Kid] +Rollie on my wrist that's a bust down +Diamonds on my wrist like I'm Chris Brown +Bitch, I don't even want to talk to you +Lil Uzi going to put you in the hospital +I was ten hittin' jewels on gold +Money so tall can't fold +Come to your house, kick in the door +Walking around with a bank roll +I done made a mil' in the trap house +Bad bitch but she got a good mouth +I do not kiss and we fuck on the couch +You cuffing I'm kicking em out +Bust down, Bust down, Bust down +Pinky ring, pinky ring, bust down, I'm sipping on Actavis now +Smoking OG by the pound, On a PJ for the Rico +My hoe is too foreign she closing the borders, illegal +Don't fuck with you people, it's QC the label +Bitch take a look at these chains +For the fame I'm still the same +In the kitchen I'm whipping that same thang +That Audemars 50k plain jane +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Run off, Run down +Look at my wrist like what now +Got that chain on flood now +God that young nigga up now +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Everything I got on bust down +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Everything I got on bust down +Ring on, Bust down +Look at my wrist like what now +Got that chain on flood now +God that young nigga up now +Bust down, bust down, bust down +Everything I got on bust down +Bust down, bust down, Bust down +Everything I got on bust down8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +For Fun*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +(Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff) + +[Chorus] +I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun (Beep, beep) +For every mil' I pop a pill, I do that shit 'til I'm dumb (Dumb) +I got your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one (One) +Smokin' a pack, full of that gas, almost lost my lung (My lung) +I just want cash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk +1600, got a couple opps in this city and they all gon' run (Frrah) +FN 57 all on my waist, no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk) +You keep tryna make me one cup but you can't throw my love (My love) + +[Verse 1] +You should enjoy your whole day 'cause I am good, my love (I'm good, my love) +I knew you need your many friends but you needed my thugs +Both of my pockets got stuffed +Bank account tryna keep up +I can never go bankrupt +I fucked your bitch in the tub (Yeah) +I don't believe in good luck (Yeah) +[?] if you like it or not +She never slept in my house +Hit it ten times my own Bentley truck, yeah +[?], yeah +Smoke [?] top of my lungs, yeah +I get my money so crazy (Yeah) +I get my motives from Bloods, yeah +What you know 'bout having luck? +[?] from my other side +[?] from my mothers side +Don't got no [?] from my brothers side +I will give you almost everything +You know that bitch is like some of mine (No) +Rockin' VETEMENTS from the summer line +And you know it is the Wintertime (Wintertime) +[Chorus] +I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun (Fun) +For every mil' I pop a pill, I do that shit 'til I'm dumb (Dumb, dumb) +I got your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one (One, one) +Smokin' the back, full of that gas, almost lost my lung (My lungs) +I just want cash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk (Skunk, skunk) +1600, got a couple opps in this city and they all gon' run (Frrah) +FN 57 all on my waist, no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk) +You keep tryna make me one cup but you can't throw my love (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +You keep tryna make me one cup but you can't throw my love +You keep tryna make me come but you can't buy my love +Girl need cake, my [?], [?] my queen (My queen) +She wanna fuck my team, hit my main bitch just for the link +I said fuck your team, we pulled up [?] +Nigga don't want no beef, I've never ever give you a [?] +As far as I go for my bean, she sniff coke, [?] catch a feelin' +Yeah she not got money, [?] (Ayy) +Girl, you [?] too funny, she can carry me [?] (Ayy) +All of my stocks on trees, there's no way I'll Muhammad Ali +All of my [?] are blessed, [?] your bitch [?] overseas +Chanel [?] paint my McLaren, [?] look like B’s (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun (Fun) +For every mil' I pop a pill, I do that shit 'til I'm dumb (Dumb) +I got your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one (One, one) +Smokin' the back, full of that gas, almost lost my lung (My lungs) +I just want cash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk (Smell like skunk) +1600, got a couple opps in this city and they all gon' run (Frrah) +FN 57 all on my waist, no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk) +You keep tryna make me one cup but you can't throw my love (Love)14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Got the Work[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Huh? What? Yeah +Huh? What? Yeah +Huh? What? Yeah +Yeah +What? +Brr (Huh?) + +[Verse 1] +Look for your bitch, you can't find her, ayy +I fucked your bitch and her momma, ayy +She sucked my dick, I might sign her, ayy +That's the reason that I got her, ayy +Rings on my finger like Sonic, ayy +Them bitches flooded with diamonds, ayy +I hide the Glock in my bombers, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy + +[Chorus] +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy (Ayy) +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +[Verse 2] +Brand new gun, nobody shot it (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop), ayy +Yeah, you know I gotta cop it, ayy +Get me like two or three bodies, ayy +'Cause you know I just be droppin' shit, ayy (Yeah) +Diamonds, they shine on my Rollie, ayy (Lil Uzi) +'Cause you know this perfect timing, baby +That little bitch like a spider, woah +The way that she gonna climb the dick, ayy +Suck on the tip, better shine today (Yeah) +Yeah, you moanin' too loud, know what time it is, ayy +She deep throat that shit, I can't find my dick +She like my shirt but don't know what, um, line it is, ayy +Whoa, I got designer dick, ayy +6666, that demonic dick, ayy + +[Chorus] +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy (Oh, I got it, ayy) +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy + +[Verse 3] +Nowadays, I'm the hot topic, ayy +DRG shirt from Hot Topic, ayy +Stealing my style need to stop it, yeah +See that shit once and I cop it, yeah +Don't want no beef, better drop it, ayy +Pull up on you with a mop stick, ayy +.223, it ain't no prop stick +Japanese girl eat me up with some chopsticks, ayy +That lil' bitch right there, she a ho (Ha) +She sucked my dick for a bean, ayy +That little bitch is a fiend, ayy (A what?) +I heard that bitch was your queen, ayy (What?) +Fuck that nigga and his team, ayy +Pull up on him with the beam, ayy (Bop) +Blow his ass to smithereens, yeah17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shrooms[Chorus] +I'm too high, high like bat +Play with her pussy, tiger, no cat +Mushrooms hittin', I'm off a cap +I got the vision, baby, I'm back +Cars keep comin' out, I gotta get it +That's the reason I can't stack +If rap don't work, I smoke too much +So that would force me to sell crack (Yeah) + +[Interlude] +Yeah (Let's go) +Let’s go (Let's get it) +Let’s go (Let's get it) +Lil Uzi (I'm working on dying) +Lil Uzi +Lil Uzi (I only want pretty shit) +Let’s go (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?), yeah + +[Verse 1] +They keep lookin' at me, they said that my life a blessing +I don't pray, don't need no reverend +Yeah, my lifestyle, this shit reckless +I been gettin' money, buildin' all my blocks up like they Tetris +Bro be sellin' all the pigeons, yeah, he burnin' no pedestrians +Adidas on me, but I'm still Nike checkin' +Diamonds on me, if you want some ice lessons +Money on me, I could buy you a present (Let's go) +Rollie on me, I could buy you a Presi' (Yeah) +Balmain my jean, I buy these by the seven (Yeah) +I looked at your jeans and you still rockin' sevens +And all of them chicks in your section +Okay, ten of them bitches your section (Yeah) +I fucked all ten in my studio session (Yeah) +Don't want a Benz, I want a Bentley (No) +I get the money, all the blue Benji's (The noney) +Gave her away 'cause she only worth pennies +Takin' the molly, this shit is intensin' ('Tensin') +I got no appetite, my stomach empty +Rockin' Marc Jacobs, I said, "Phillip Lim me" +Uh, I used to sleep on the couch +I brought a big ass house +With a big bed, but I still sleep on the couch +Freak bitch, just wanna put it in her mouth +Fuck nigga just wanna take my style (What?) +Switch it all up, got a nigga like, "How?" +Your girlfriend came over my crib, late, with nothing under her gown (Woah) +You know that my sauce too wavy +Got a fuck nigga regrettin' his baby +Spongebob holes in a square ass nigga, we pull up with .380s +[Refrain] +FN-N-N-N-N-N +I take 30s, 15, 10s +I was been fuckin' the twins +Two Glocks on me, they fourth gen (Bah) +Outer space invader zim +FN-N-N-N-N-N +No laser, aim at your chin + +[Verse 2] +Automatic, automatic hand guns +I know niggas that share that pin +I know niggas, they really rats +I know niggas that use that pen +I know niggas that's out to get me +Smile in my face like they my friends (Let's go) +But you know Lil Uzi ain't scary +Pulled up, every FN, no bap +I ain't never never never need no strap +I ain't never never never like to chat +Had your bitch all on my lap +Looked in my eyes, said a Fendi fact +She would rather be with the snakes than rats +I replied to the bitch like, "Slatt" + +[Chorus] +I'm too high, high like bat +Play with her pussy, tiger, no cat +Mushrooms hittin', I'm off a cap +I got the vision, baby, I’m back +Cars keep comin' out, I gotta get it +That's the reason I can't stack +If rap don’t work, I smoke too much +So that would force me to sell crack (Yeah) +[Verse 3] +You know I got plenty racks +That's the reason that your bitch call me dad +Fucked on your bitch now your bitch so sad +'Cause she gotta go home to your broke ass +Fucked on your bitch now your bitch so sad +'Cause she gotta go home to your broke ass +Gucci and Louis on my toes +I cop the shit like the shit broke [?] +FN-N-N-N-N-N +With new beam, aim at your chin +Everyday you know I gotta sin +I think Lil Uzi need to get a cleanse +You so broke, boy, you need to get a wrench +Talk about me, you ain't even got an M +I think somebody listenin' to my conversations +Take off the SIM +Goodbye (And then after…) + +[Refrain] +FN-N-N-N-N-N +I take 30s, 15, 10s +I was been fuckin' the twins +Two Glocks on me, they fourth gen (Bah) +FN-N-N-N-N-N +I take 30s, 15, 10s +I was been fuckin' the twins +Two Glocks on me, they fourth gen (Bah) +[Chorus] +I'm too high, high like bat +Play with her pussy, tiger, no cat +Mushrooms hittin', I'm off a cap +I got the vision, baby, I’m back +Cars keep comin' out, I gotta get it +That's the reason I can't stack +If rap don't work, I smoke too much +So that would force me to sell crack (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +White Shit[Intro: DJ Drama] +Ayo, what up? +It's the one and only DJ Drama +And I'm rocking with Vert a.k.a. Lil Uzi +Purple Thoughtz EP, let's get it + +[Verse 1] +Everybody know Lil Uzi, yeah, that nigga in the sun +Throw them devil horns up, let you know I'm in the something +Got a ho, she bag it up, still a nigga never trust her +Just talked to society, asked 'em why I'm seeing red cousin +When I go to sleep all I see is my dead cousin (I do) +Better watch what you say, faggot niggas, they be air hustlin' (Yeah) +Oxygen would help the coke (Yeah), so you know I'm air hustlin' (Yeah) +My bitch look like Aaliyah so you know she dead cousin (Yeah) +And I'm still off all that lean, drink that shit 'til my stomach burst +I'ma die with no regrets, I'ma die with twenty sluts (I will) +These niggas smile in my face +But it's middle fingers behind closed doors +Blood, sweat and tears in my pores +Talk shit, nigga, it's a war +And I still look highly of this bitch +Even though I know that she a whore +I'ma go deep in that shit, heard her pussy wetter than the shore (Yeah) +Little do my mom know, got shotties all up in her floor +Put them bullet holes through a motherfucker door +It ain't have to go on key +Got your bitch all on me +Like them titties all on key +I'ma bust all on these +I been killin' it, feelin' it +Rollin' off of that shit +Yeah, I'm sipping all on the pint +Got your bitch all on my dick +Yeah that's word to D (Yeah) +Speaking of D, he'll punch right in your teeth +Got your bitch all on my meat +I can probably kill it every way that I wannaa +And my bars, they be hotter than a fuckin' sauna +I'm the hottest in this shit +The wildest in this shit +Got your bitch all on my shit she too legit to quit +'Cause she got them hams on +Rell that bitch it's MC Hammer +And I just go in, yeah +My bitch like Kelsey Grammer, bitch +[Chorus] +Yeah +White shit, white shit +White shit, white shit +White shit, white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit +White shit, white shit +White shit, white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit + +[Verse 2] +White shit, nigga this that white shit +I fucked your bitch, nigga, she sucked my dick +I whip that shit, nigga, that's a white brick +Saw a white, nigga, so I hit a white lick +I ain't no killer, nigga, so don't push me +Talk shit, but you know I'm not a rookie +Ain't no killer but don't push me and my man +Brought you that shit, you owe my man some pussy +(Thot, thot) +You's a bitch, and you's a slut +I heard them niggas down, they was fuckin' you in the butt +I don't give a mother fuck, honest shit +Got ya' ho walley, I water whip +Young Uzi, ya' bitch be my groupie +Yeah I'm drivin' in a 'Rari, yeah it's two-seat +And I be fuckin' with my nigga's, all day +And I be fuckin' with my nigga's, long way +[Chorus] +Yeah +White shit, white shit +White shit, white shit +White shit, white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit +White shit, white shit +White shit, white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit +White shit, nigga this that white shit9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Go Get It (In It)Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Yeaa, woah +Yeah + +[Hook] +Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finish +And I knew it wasn't it from the beginning +Don't worry 'bout me now cause you hear that +I'm on the road yeah I'm on the shows yeah +Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finished +And I knew that it was ending from the beginning (The beginning) +I'm denying, man they lying, and I get it (And I) +Man I get, man I get it, yeah I get it (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Hhaa (Yeah) +I start yawning in the morning woke up in it, hhaa (Woke up) +Pour some in it, smoke some in it, smoke some in it (Yuh yuh) +Goyard bag with them bands throw some in it (Throw some in it) +Throw some in it, yeah go get it, yeah I go get it (Yuh yuh) +I'm not kidding, off my brain, it's not uh written (Lil Uzi) +So my percentage just a hundred mind your business +What Thugger say? "I eat ice cream with my chicken" +Pescatarian, extra shrimp with extra lemon, yeah +Don't come to my crib if you don't got extra women (Bye) +I put 10k on my pinky just so I could check my pimpin' (Yeah, what) +I don't got no feelings now, ballin' on my pivot now +[Hook] +Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finish +And I knew it wasn't it from the beginning +Don't worry 'bout me now cause you hear that +I'm on the road yeah I'm on the shows yeah +Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finished +And I knew that it was ending from the beginning (The beginning) +I'm denying, man they lying, and I get it (And I) +Man I get, man I get it, yeah I get it (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +New ? I got plenty, what's up in it +New Avanti is your car, won't jump in it +Pull up in it with no ceiling, with no ceiling +Can't see what's in it, not no rented, not no rented +Yeah +? +Woah +Boy you so mad I got plenty +Tatted my face like a ? +Yeah tatted my face like +Clothes ? + +These shows +Hanging up money on tour +Getting my money on tour +[Hook] +Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finish +And I knew it wasn't it from the beginning +Don't worry 'bout me now cause you hear that +I'm on the road yeah I'm on the shows yeah +Girl I really wish you started 'fore it finished +And I knew that it was ending from the beginning (The beginning) +I'm denying, man they lying, and I get it (And I) +Man I get, man I get it, yeah I get it (Yeah)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +150K[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +150, 150 +150, my new chain costs one-fifty (Ooh) +Pull up to the club, I ain't got none wit' me (Skrrt, ooh) +Except my pockets swole, look like something bit me (Ooh) + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +That boy say he don't like me, come and get me (Uh) +Pull up, extra poles, and I got a 50 (Uh) +Got my Rollie on, this is not a ticky (Uh) +My car ain't got no license plate, can't get no ticket (Huh) +I'll be saucing, I'll be swaggin', I'll be drippin' (Uh) +Magic hit the toll like a rockin' dicky (Uh) +Told the Nicky, I'm a sticky, I'ma hit it (Huh) +Know I do not know why all these girls be trippin' (Uh) +Diamonds they water, look like the water, that be Pacific (Uh) +Move the four, it got the beam, so I am not missing (Uh) +Everytime that they score, on the real boy, yeah it feels like it's Christmas (Ooh) +Boy, what you know about killin'? +What you know about drug dealin'? (Drug dealin') +What you know about them millions? +Boy, better mind yo business +Stack it all the way to the ceiling +She can't get in my feelings (Feelings) +Sometimes life gets tricky (What?) +Boy, now I keep 150 +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo] +150, 150 +150, my new chain costs one-fifty (Ooh) +Pull up to the club, I ain't got none wit' me (Skrrt, ooh) +Except my pockets swole, look like something bit me (Gang) + +[Verse 2: G Herbo] +You ain't ever been to them trenches +Never had a Glock in your britches +Heard you been rockin' with snitches +You lil' niggas is bitches (Bitch) +You are witnessin' killers (Yeah) +Vert, yeah that's my nigga (My nigga) +We just be getting to the millions (Huh) +Beating up reckless civilians +I did all this shit independent, I don't even know what a deal is +Hating on me, you a lil' nigga, I do it real big +Ain't no such thing as a "used to be", for a nigga, it still is +Take 150 and go spend it with my real friends +Swervo, you too turned up (Let me chill then) +Nigga, play with me, get burned up (Gotta go chill again) +Raw mistake, and I'll be right there in that field again +Tryna go drill again +My mob's motivation 'cause they stealin' pens +If your brain a notebook, they can't steal the pen +From sunny knife, I'm born to lose, but I'm built to win +Wish I could look in Cap's eyes and see what killed them in +Know you see me whipping Benz, getting it in +Getting twenty million, streams a week, on chief, I'm checking again +Disrespecting them bands, they ain't ever got no advance +Spend a stack on my pants +And my t shirt Philip Lan, I don't rock regular brands +Twenty pointer baguettes, all on my neck, can see 'em, yeah damn +Prolly gonna put a Patek on my hands, yeah damn (Lamb, lamb) +I never eat swine again but I'm going ham (Ham) +I don't know how to drive but I still wanna roll in the lamb (Lamb, lamb, skrrt) +Know a lot of niggas want me to die, but I don't give a damn (Damn, damn) +Keep a 40 on me every night, I'ma go to the fam (Boy)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Off White[Intro] +Mic check (Mic check, mic check) +Yea +Ohh, ohh +Ohh + +[Verse 1] +Got too many niggas just to buy a lamb +I need a whip, they got like seven doors +I need a crib, they got like seven floors +Gettin' dick sucked from like seven whores +At one time, that ain't my bitch +But that gun's mine, Riccardo Tisci +How I taught forces, I'm hearing voices +Bitch it's lunch time +She eat my dick out the Philip Lims +Bitch I'm [?] from like ten to ten +It was all for her to swallow my dick +Like my shit made a sentiment +Come in my hood all hooded up +Treat your ass like I'm Tsimmerman +Mortality like sub zero +My main hoe screamin' finish him +So I finish him +Half finished dope, Got it for the low +Bitch I'm smoother than the pennyloaf +I got the antidote +But the activis got me trappin' slow +Rick Owens straight off the runway +Rock Off White on a Monday +Let the [?] work, just talked to Virgil pots and pans work +Loosen up the Rollie with the hand work +[Interlude] +Ohh, Ohh, ohh +Yea +It's all [?] +[?] all [?] +Lil Uzi +Ahh + +[Verse 2] +Got too many niggas just to buy a lamb +I need a whip, they got like seven doors +I need a crib, they got like seven floors +Gettin' dick sucked from like seven whores +At one time, that ain't my bitch +But that gun's mine, Re [?] +How I taught forces, I'm hearing voices +Bitch it's lunch time +She eat my dick out the Philip Lims +Bitch I'm [?] from like ten to ten +It was all for her to swallow my dick +Like my shit made a sentiment +Come in my hood all hooded up +Treat your ass like I'm Tsimmerman +Mortality like sub zero +My main hoe screamin' finish him +So I finish him +Half finished dope, Got it for the low +Bitch I'm smoother than the pennyloaf +I got the antidote +But the activis got me trappin' slow +Rick Owens straight off the runway +Rock Off White on a Monday +Let the [?] work, just talked to Virgil pots and pans work +Loosen up the Rollie with the hand work +With the hand work, hand work, handwork +[Verse 3] +Five AM, nigga writing verses +Dressed like Remie off higher learning +Talkin' shit I leave your face burnin' +New suit in the Sunday service +First class in the [?] hearse +So I was put here just for a purpose +Lil' fuck your bitch in the [?] +These [?] six is a not at Eargle +We got heavy shit, that's thirty-six +And that's like a seven +That's a perfect brick +If you cop six +Nigga you splurgin' +If you cop six +Nigga you splurgin' +Yea, yea, yeaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Run Up[Intro] +So yeaa +Woah yea +Let me catch myself +Yeah yeah yeah +I'm high as hell +I'm high as fuck +Lil uzi lil uzi +Woo + +[Hook] +Lil Uzi be stacking his money +Til that money cannot stack +I get that money that money yeah +Count up then run up a rack +Run up boy run up these racks +.223 right through these rats +Ballin' in New York in Joan Shepp +And you still shoppin' at Saks (why) +Me and your bitch we had sex, then I turned her over +Me and your bitch we relax, just chill yeah +Lil Uzi off a flat, (Lil Uzi) yuh +Beatin' you out like I'm Jax + +[Verse 1] +Yuh, servin', all of these motherfuckin' zombies +They all on the line +Makin' the money nigga I'm the man +Chain and the diamonds, the different colors +It lookin' like that beak on Toucan Sam +Okay I'm chillin, the bitches on me and I feel like a villain +I'm poppin a xan, xanny, I'm zany I got your bitch on me +She don't wear no panties +She just wanna fuck me just wanna suck it +She just sit on the dick I'm so uncomfortable +I been gettin' all this money its ugly +I get the paper, these niggas be hatin' they bitches on me +And she might start percolatin' +Let me check your credentials +The Rollie presidential +Look at the watch and that bitch be a fake +I'm smokin' on strong and you smokin' on shake +I am a star like the top of my wrist +I am a big fan of the um machine because +I like the Rick Owens they hold the case +Rocking a Bape mask I won't get ebola +Mixing in Actavis with the cream soda +Pushing the Raf throw it off like a floater +Walking in with suit Goyard briefcase +[Hook] +Lil Uzi be stacking his money +Til that money cannot stack +I get that money that money yeah +Count up then run up a rack +Run up boy run up these racks +.223 right through these rats +Ballin' in New York in Joan Shepp +And you still shoppin' at Saks (why) +Me and your bitch we had sex, then I turned her over +Me and your bitch we relax, just chill +Lil Uzi off a flat, (Lil Uzi) +Beatin' you up like I'm Jax + +[Verse 2] +Nine millimeter, put a whole in ya +Size of a pepperoni on a medium pizza +I am a creature +Chop up and sell all the product to you +You think I is a boss +I been just gettin' all that money, niggas be talkin' +How much do that new um shit cost +I said these niggas be shoppin' they really not shoppin' +They gettin' they clothes right from Ross +All of these diamonds are blessings +My teeth VVS's, I swear to god I only talk +Some of my niggas they blood and they crippin' +Feel like I'm Mr Cool its not my fault +Put on my necklace my bracelet +I swear I'm not basic I shine in the dark +Niggas know that my time comin' +I swear that I'm bubblin' like when snail hit the salt +Me and my old bitch we fell a part +Found a new bitch made her play her part +Racin' this Rari like Mario Kart +My diamonds yellow it lookin' like Voss +Straight to the ceiling I swear that I'm pimpin' +Whippin' Bentley, puttin' them scrimps in +[Hook] +Lil Uzi be stacking his money, til that money cannot stack +I get that money that money yeah +Count up then run up a rack +Run up boy run up these racks +.223 right through these rats +Ballin' in New York in Joan Shepp +And you still shoppin' at Saks (why) +Me and your bitch we had sex, then I turned her over +Me and your bitch we relax, just chill +Lil Uzi off a flat, (Lil Uzi) +Beatin' you up like I'm Jax13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +3 Pills[Chorus] +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Bitch don't call my phone, you hit my email, yeah +Flexin' so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah +Word on the street I got 3 mil, (yeah yeah) +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Put 100K in my safe, yeah (yeah yeah yeah) +Put 200K in my safe, yeah (um yeah yeah) +Put 300K in my safe, yeah (um yeah) +Now I can't close my safe (Close my safe) +Nowadays no one's safe, (No, no, yeah) +Nowadays I fuck 6 hoes a day, yeah +But that's only when I'm in LA, uh yeah +Go to New York, french kiss my babe, yeah +All I gotta say, gotta say +Ain't no nigga in our way (no, no, no, no) +Ain't no bitch up in our way (no, no, no, no) +Only money up in the way +Cartier all on my face +Lil' bitch, now pop a pill +[Chorus] +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause on 3 pills, yeah +Bitch don't call my phone, you hit my email, yeah +Flexin' so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah +Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah + +[Verse 2] +Getting all this dough and I spend it my way +I got all these hoes, they don't get in my way +Get out, get out my face +Most of these niggas they tellin' +All of these niggas they tellin' +Most of these niggas they rats +Turning my niggas to felons +I might pull out the big choppa +That shit sound like a propeller +Backwood, backwood, I don't want no cigarella +I used to smoke on a Swisha +Damn, I can't believe you just kissed her +I put my dick where you kissed her +Pussy so open, I fist her +These are not Jordans, these Visvims +She gave me that pussy, she friendly +I'm pulling right off in a Bentley (Skrtt) +[Chorus] +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause on 3 pills, yeah +Bitch don't call my phone, you hit my email, yeah +Flexin' so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah +Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Geekin' off this bitch 'cause I'm on 3 pills, yeah +Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Neck on Froze*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +I know something that you don't know, go straight to the money, oh oh +I don't want that trash bitch stack that big faced hundred, oh oh +That bitch that you wifin', I knew that she fucking for money, oh oh +I know I was nothing, I turned into something +Lil' nigga, I know, I know + +[Verse 1] +That girl out to get me sleep, with one eye closed (I know) +Saint Laurent on my clothes, don't you see my toes (Woah) +Ooh, neck on froze (Huh huh) +South Pole (Aye) +Got a girl in the North Pole (Pole) +I know, cash froze (Phew) +Made that girl drop it on the floor, in the business with my cash flow (flow) +Cause I never reached my goal (goal) +One thing that I know (I know what you really like) +I know you like that (Ah, ah) + +[Hook] +I know, I know (I know what you really like) +I know, I know +I know, I know (I know what you really like) +I know, what you want, I know +Well not for long, I know +Girl this your song, I know +Turn up all night long, I know +I know, I know +Ain't shit changed, I know +That money ain't a thang, I know +I know, I be switching through lanes, I know +Them disses in the past, I know +Not blind for fame, I know +Go straight through the hate, I know +Go straight to the cake, I know +[Verse 2] +Said it everyday should have worn my chain (Yeah) +Knew I was the one, yeah I was the one +Yeah I was the one, yeah +I am not one to wait +So you gotta say when you ready +You know disloyalty, so tell me when we go steady +I know a thing wait +Run along +Better get her tool back +Oh I know that boy, he ain't got his shootas +Ice game on Mike Tyson, uh +All my diamonds blue, black +I know what you really like +I know that you're not a dyke +I told that girl spend the night +I told that girl feel your pride +I know that you in disguise because the clothes, they not tight +I know what you really like +I know what you really like +Hey! + +[Hook] +I know, I know (I know what you really like) +I know, I know +I know, I know (I know what you really like) +I know what you want +I know, well not for long +I know, girl this your song +I know, turn up all night long +I know, I know ooh +Ain't shit changed +I know, that money ain't a thang +I know, I be switching through lanes +I know, them disses in the past +I know, not blind for fame +I know, go straight through hate +I know, go straight to the cake +I know4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Motorola[Intro] +Let me count up the rolls (Woo) +(This beat is so, so Metro) +(Uh) +Yeah +Metro, Metro! +What up, Metro? +Count that, count that, count that +(Metro Boomin, want some more, nigga) +My trap game so serious, my trap game so serious +My trap game so serious, my trap game so serious +My trap game so serious, my trap game so serious (Trap, trap) +Countin' all the money +Lookin' down at me, nigga ridin' in a 'Mera + +[Chorus] +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious (Woo, damn) +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious (Trap, trap) +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious (Trap, trap) +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious (Yeah, yeah) +Motorola, it be goin' *beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* (What?) +Motorola, it be goin' *beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* (Work, work) +Motorola, it be goin' *beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* +[Verse] +My grandma was sleepin' +I was in the kitchen tryna whip up that *beep* (Chee, chee) +I ain't with the nose candy +But my bitch Jeepin', sniffin' the seat (The seat, the seat) +Stackin' that to the O to the K, straight poppin' E +I am a user and I am a seller, bitch, I am a beast +Just prepared for the whole town +My block gonna eat (My block, my block) +You pull up, car pimpin' now? +Buy my straight cash, bitch, you got a lease (Yeah) +Every blue hundred I've been on since I made Uzi +Was actually four hundred (Four hundred) +My pockets is big just like a Hummer H3 +I mean an H1 +Fuck is you broke, your cake down? (Cake) +Hundred thousand, what you say, son +My money older than Raekwon +Might light up the block like Akon +My bitch old, she grew up on Sega +If I'm in New York, I'm trappin', I'm trappin' +I'm trappin' straight out the bodega +Talkin' shit, I might just fade ya (Fade ya) +I am blacker than a raider (Raider) +Movin' that work in Toledo +She got the work in her anus (Anus) +No comprende, she speakin' Spanish +(Bow-bow, gang, gang, yeah) +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +She love a nigga cause I'm famous (Woo, yeah) +[Chorus] +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious (Yeah, yeah) +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious +My trap game so serious +Motorola, it be goin' *beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep* +Motorola, it be goin' *beep-beep* + +[Skit] +What up, bro? +I need to cop the whole thing with it +Get out of here, shit +Huh? Who that? +Who that? Who them niggas? +Wait, what the fuck? +Oh shit! +[Outro] +Damn, a nigga tryna murk me for the work (For the work) +But I'm still here, fucknigga, ain't even work (Ain't even work) +Damn, a nigga tryna murk me for the work (For the work) +But I'm still here, fucknigga, it ain't even work (It ain't even work) +Now my goon-ass hitters gonna lurk (Gonna lurk) +FN, MAC-10 put you in the dirt (Yeah, yeah) +You in the dirt (You in the dirt) +Blat! Gra-ta-pa-ta-pa! +Bang-bang-boom-blat-ha-boom! +Brrat-blat! +Pow-boom-blat-bang! +Bang-bang-boom-pow! +Yeah +(Uh, uh) +(Uh, uh)26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stay[Intro] +Ayy, ayy, ayy +Ayy, ayy, ayy +Got me in this bitch, yeah, ayy +Tell Lil Uzi, I look like I'm fetti in this motherfucker +Ayy, That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw +Ayy, yeah + +[Pre-Chorus] +Tell her I love but she don't believe me (Ayy, damn, ayy) +And know I'm gon' cuff her but she don't believe me (Yeah, woah) +And I got caught with her cousin, but she still not leave me (Damn, yeah) +If I get caught with the work, I know she there to catch me (Ayy, yeah) + +[Chorus] +No matter what, I know she gonna stay +She gonna stay +Really ain't nothin' bout that you can say +Like what you gon' say (Oh) +Niggas just doin' the most (Ayy) +Baby just doin' the most (Ayy) +Niggas is doin' the most (Ayy) +Treating her like she my woe (My woes) + +[Verse] +I had that girl for a long time (Yeah) +But I treat her like my new thing (Yeah) +That's because you was my boo thang (Yeah) +What would you do for that putang +What would you do for them new shoes? +What would you do with that new ring? +What would you do for that blue ring? +Ain't have to do nothin' but I'm just sayin' +Your bitch all on my dick 'cause she a fan +I am so high 'cause i just popped a Xan' +That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw +You know I'm high and I really can't land (Woo) +You know I'm high and the king of the land +Told that bitch get on my pocket, got dollars +I will never ever talk to your honor (Yeah) +Told that bitch bite on my dick like piranha (Yeah) +Told your bitch "Eat me up like Benihanas" +Eating steak and lobster, no more McDonald's +Don't want that bitch, she a duck just like Donald +All under me, like Lil Uzi her father +That bitch got crystal, that water, that agua (Agua) +That bitch on me and she don't got no mileage +That's why I love her, she don't got no mileage (Mileage) +Nobody never can say nothin' about her +It is 600 but I don't care about her (Ayy) +[Outro] +That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Michael Jordan[Intro] +Cake-cake-cake +Huh, huh, yeah +Can't rap, Lil Uzi, think I suck +I sing in the trap + +[Hook] +I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) +I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) +I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) +Michael Jordan (what I can't do?) +I'm Jordan (Yeah) +I'm Jordan +I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) +Michael Jordan (I'm the GOAT) + +[Verse] +Yeah I'm gettin' money +Yeah I'm gettin' money fuck nigga how could you tell +I get' my drugs in the mail +I make it rain, grab a pail +I got more bills than the mail +Opposite of a female +On the table got three pills +Baow-baow-baow, I'm the three shells +My bread is older, it's stale +Nigga hate on me, oh well +Leave they ass salty like snails +Vegan bitch only eat kale +The carnivore in the tale +I'm runnin' the game and you should deffo do the same +I am ahead of the trail +Yes I do fuck with Young Thugger +I smell good, this YSL +Slatt, slatt, slatt like YSL +Blat-blat-blat like YSL +I got bars not seen in jail +Xanny bars keep me so still +Whats crackin' to my cousin Sia? +My nigga leggin' K styles they oh so for real +I'm not set trippin' I just keep it trill +I'ma keep countin' this money, money, um, till I count up to a mil +Eatin' pussy, that's the meal +You play with yourself until your arm strong just like Neil +I'm the greatest +[Hook] +I'm Jordan +I'm Jordan (Michael fuckin' Jordan) +I'm Jordan +Michael Jordan (what I can't do?) +I'm Jordan (Yeah) +I'm Jordan (Michael Jordan) +I'm Jordan +Michael Jordan (I'm the GOAT) +Yeah + +[Outro] +[Instrumental]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Outta Nowhere[Chorus] +Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me +Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me +Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me +Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me +Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me +Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me +Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me +Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me + +[Verse 1] +Passin' that bitch, I recycle that bitch and I fuck her again +Yah, stackin' my money, payback on my money, I go for the win +Yah, gettin' my money, got blue face for the hundred +Put dick in her tummy, that bitch all up on me +Put dick in her throat, make that bitch wanna vomit +Doin' the most, seven thousand my coat +That drum on my gun and that bitch not a Tommy +I might catch a homi right over this hottie +She got that whoadie, I fuck that bitch on my bed +She leave my sheets on the side, she know I'm black +But she look me in my eye, and that lil' bitch call me papi +You left the store, but they would not just admit it, the only nigga wanna top me +Told that lil' bitch that I stopped goin' to the gym cause my pockets so stocky +Thumbin' and fuckin', thumbin' and thumbin' and fuckin' +Yeah you know that be my hobby +Put dick in that girl, she got that turkey, I beat up the stuffing +Hold up, shh, change the subject, if you know it ain't really bout the money +[Chorus] +Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me +Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me +Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me +Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me +Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me +Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me +Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me +Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me + +[Open Verse] + +[Chorus] +Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me +Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me +Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me +Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me +Yeah, came outta nowhere, they ain't notice me +Yah, got my bandz up, yah, now they notice me +Yah, diamonds on my neck, yah, you ain't cold as me +Yah, granddad money, yah, money old as me7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Huh Boy[Intro] +Fukk 12 +DP on the beat + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +What? Yeah (Huh?) +I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it) +You got that money, you broke (No) +My handgun don't got a holster (Bah) +All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah) +Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh) +Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?) +Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off), ayy + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +In the back, car got the motor, ayy +My girl never drops her focus (Yeah), ayy +I get that bitch in my Lotus, ayy +She fuck with me in a mobile, ayy +Get this money by myself, yeah +Counting hundreds by myself, yeah +Counting all these commas, spending all these commas +Rich nigga wealth, yeah +Little bitch, I'm your dad, yeah (Huh?) +Spending all this fucking cash, yeah +Rob a nigga with no mask, yeah +Run away and then I dab, yeah +I understand that shit is Margiela +But I had that shit last year (Yeah) +Young nigga on some Raf shit (Huh?) +Rock Supreme with the Thrasher (Yeah) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +What? Yeah (Huh?) +I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it) +You got that money, you broke (No) +My handgun don't got a holster (Bah) +All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah) +Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh) +Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?) +Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off) +What? Yeah (Huh?) +I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it) +You got that money, you broke (No) +My handgun don't got a holster (Bah) +All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah) +Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh) +Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?) +Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off) + +[Verse 2: Ali] +I do not really have friends +Strapped the fool Quez, that's my kin +Driver pull up in that Benz +She pulling up with her friends +Twenty bitches coming over +Twenty thousand in a coaster +Make it clap like a nola +Make it shake like a motor +Say she in love with a nigga +Say she in love with the life +I ain't been home in a minute +And yes, she be getting me right +Say she really want a sentence +My young niggas got plenty +Hundred thousand in the skinnies +Fishtailing out of Denny's +We gonna book you a day +I get the money, escape +You know the windbreaker is Bape +You know I Louis the drapes +Hustle brand new, ain't got plates +Call up Michelle for a plate +Make me the strip, wanna stay +You know that I got the cake +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +What? Yeah (Huh?) +I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it) +You got that money, you broke (No) +My handgun don't got a holster (Bah) +All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah) +Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh) +Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?) +Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off) +What? Yeah (Huh?) +I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it) +You got that money, you broke (No) +My handgun don't got a holster (Bah) +All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah) +Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh) +Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?) +Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off) + +[Verse 3: Black Boe] +Gun on my boat like I'm Mystikal (Whoa) +Bitches be broke, then you pitiful (Get out) +My watch is Sonny like Digital (Woo) +Bitches be broke, we ain't hearing you +I got that bank and I show it (Show it) +Walk in the bank and they know me (They know me) +Might cop a tank with a Rollie (Whoa) +Might cop a tank with a Rollie, yeah +What? (What?), yeah (Yeah) +Nigga, do not run up on me (No) +I got that llama up on me (Woo) +Then we gon' come for your homies +That nigga talked to the police (What he say?) +Telling a nigga description (Damn) +Said that a nigga was fly as a bitch +And they was taking his picture (Woo) +And the jewelry all gold, yeah (Gold) +And he pull up with his woes, yeah (Woes) +V.I.P. full of hoes, yeah +Baby playing with her nose, yeah +I'm the type to put a bitch to work +You the type to go up in her purse +Me and Uzi Vert in the vert +Me and Uzi Vert in the vert +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +What? Yeah (Huh?) +I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it) +You got that money, you broke (No) +My handgun don't got a holster (Bah) +All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah) +Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh) +Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?) +Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off) +What? Yeah (Huh?) +I got that money, I'm ballin' (I got it) +You got that money, you broke (No) +My handgun don't got a holster (Bah) +All of my niggas, they soldiers (Yeah) +Throwing elbows like Magnolia (Uh) +Know that my belt be that Goyard (Huh?) +Uh, no you can't hold this (Get off) + +[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Ayy +Fukk 12 +DP on the beat13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Real Rap*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +Ballin' 'til I'm bald, wipe that Nair off +You ain't know I could put words together, tried to spare y'all +We ain't scared, young niggas in area +My cousin, he ready and he cannot wipe a tear off +If you ain't with it then why you here, though? +Shakin' like you scared though +All that courage stuff so cowardly just like a scared dog +Fuck, you gon' swing or we just gon' have a stare off? +My new girl allergic to fur leather in the winter +My new girl allergic to fur, cat ain't got no hair though +Yeah, and that's something that I had to share though +But I know you do not care though +And my Raf is an oldie so I'm living super rare though +My Vlone from 2013, this shit might tear though, yeah +They say, "Uzi, why you turned up?" +This that, "Let me sit the chair" though2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hours Minutes Seconds[Intro] +Brrt, hello +And I called your phone a hundred times before I even came to this conclusion +And you think I don't understand, but +I'm on a whole 'nother level, you the one that really don't understand +Nothing that I got going on + +[Verse 1] +I don't have time for none of these games +Don't understand why you wanna keep playing +I got lots of war wounds and a lot of stains +And in my three years, a whole lot done changed +And in these three years, a whole of pain +I looked at my shirt, had a whole lot of stains +They tried to jack me, don't know where it came +Dracula niggas tryna usе they fangs +In my three years, met a wholе lotta lames +I met some good people, forgot all they names +And my girl like a Backwood that come with the veins +I don't really want it but I can't explain +I go to the back of this girl and I can't lose my pace +Vibration always be breaking the vase +She unbuckle my BB like I'm Lil Wayne +Her bandana tied just to keep her hair laid +And my bandana tied 'cause you know what I bang +Bandana santana, I can't feel my face +I close my eyes, close my hands, pardon my face +But you know Uzi not talking T. D. Jakes +I told the jeweler don't flood out the face (At all) +Factory time when I look at the date +Okay, you gotta go, gotta get out my place +No, I don't save, I don't save, got no cape +[Chorus] +And I was never finished, I just need a second +I was never finished, I just need a second (One second) +Yes, I called your phone, I even left a message (Hello) +Girl, let's work it out (Yeah), call it calisthenics +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Oh, you don't know what it means to me, no, no (What it means) +She keep trying to leave me, no, no (Don't go) +Had to get up on my feet, let's go (Let's go) +Oh (Yeah) +She don't know what she mean, she don't know what she mean (At all) +She don't know she a queen, she don't know she a queen (Wow) +I love when you stay, I hate when you leave +That girl, she lied just straight to my face +In twenty-two hours I finished the case +No, don't switch up, better stay in your lane +She took a sword right through my heart, penetrate +I'm the one that deserve a new upgrade +If I don't get it, I'm all on my own +I took her to dinner, want shrimp with no steak +I couldn't find it, they call them shits prawns +Only vane vines I knew you too long +Now what is the problem? Girl, what is you on? +Made her fall in love with the scent on my cologne +On the flights, you keep calling, it's different time-zones +Yes, my buzz got ginormous and this girl I know +I do not know what's right, don't know what's wrong +And I got her wet, I need to get a boat +That's with my voice when I'm laying these songs +And I came too strong (Too strong, strong) +And I came too strong (Strong, strong, I did) +And I came too strong (Next time I know), yeah +And I came too strong (Let's go) +[Chorus] +I was never finished, I just need a second (Woo) +I was never finished (Ayy), I just need a second (Yeah) +Yes, I called your phone, I even left a message (Hello) +Girl, let's work it out (Yeah), call it calisthenics +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds +Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Walking Around with a Bank[Intro] +(Cardo got wings) + +[Pre-Chorus] +Talkin' that shit, catch a fade (Fade) +Takin' these Xans, I'ma fade (Fade) +I got the drip with the fade (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, that bitch fake (Yeah) +Talkin' that shit, catch a fade (Yeah) +Takin' these Xans, I'ma fade (Yeah) +I got the drip with the fade (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, that bitch fake (Shit) + +[Chorus] +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank + +[Verse] +Cartier all on my face (Yeah) +Jump in a 'Rari, let's race (Skrrt) +Told that bitch, "Get out my face" (Yeah) +She put her bag right at my waist (Uh) +Now I know what the bitch think (Yeah) +Kill a nigga, leave the scene (Kill him) +I'm in her mouth, Listerine +Yeah my new whip it be cream +And the inside tangerine +Orange, just like Mandarin +Talking shit I'm spraying him +Probably with that F and N +You wearing them Girbaud jeans +I'm wearing Balmain jeans +I'm doing Balmain things +Got you some Balmain jeans +Boy them shits fake, calling them Falmain jeans +The money callin me +The money stalkin me +The money talk to me +The money walk with me +I'm doing ballin things +I'm doing ballin things +[Pre-Chorus] +Talkin' that shit, catch a fade (Fade) +Takin' these Xans, I'ma fade (Fade) +I got the drip with the fade (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, that bitch face (Yeah) +Talkin' that shit, catch a fade (Yeah) +Takin' these Xans, I'ma fade (Yeah) +I got the drips with the fade (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, that bitch fake (Shit) + +[Chorus] +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Sorry (The Real Uzi)[Intro] +Yeah +Count that money + +[Chorus] +I bet you are my lover +Had to cut her off I'm sorry +And you know I couldnn't trust her +Tell that bitch don't call me +Hunnit bands on me I'm sorry +And I'm off that lean I'm sorry +And I'm bout to get that 'Rari +So tell that bitch I'm sorry + +[Verse 1] +Now I'm gettin' money +Sure that bitch gone call me +But back when I was fucked up +I said that bitch yeah she ain't call me +So I ain't worry bout a hoe +Ever since I got my bands up +And if you talking bout my bands bruh +I swear that you would get blamed up +Yea we just goin' crazy +And my niggas yea they soldiers +A nigga thought he told ya +FN57 wit no holster +I would pop a nigga and show ya +I been gettin' money thought I rolled up +Yeah I need the 'Rari it's so new bruh +And I don't know the name +Nigga I don't know the name +But a nigga livin' life... +[Chorus] +I bet you are my lover +Bout' to cut her off I'm sorry +And you know I couldn't trust her +Tell that bitch don't call me +Hunnit bands on me I'm sorry +And I'm off that lean I'm sorry +And I'm bout to get that 'Rari +So tell that bitch I'm sorry + +[Verse 2] +Sorry girl, I'm so sorry +I'm counting bands yea I told you I'm so sorry +I got that money, for that I'm sorry +Now what you got broke boy I'm sorry +We got everything, that you want +We fucked them bitches up yeah and I can't front +Yea we got it all in nigga +I'm flexin', I'm flexin', Finessin'! +I said that I'm so sorry for everything that you couldn't do but I put in for +I am so sorry, that ya bitch done left and she fuckin' with a rich boy + +[Interlude] +I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry +Said I'm so sorry, yeah I'm so sorry +I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry +Said I'm so sorry, yeah I'm so sorry +[Chorus] +I bet you are my lover +Bout' to cut her off I'm sorry +And you know I couldn't trust her +Tell that bitch don't call me +Hunnit bands on me I'm sorry +And I'm off that lean I'm sorry +And I'm bout to get that 'Rari +So tell that bitch I'm sorry + +[Outro] +I'm definitely not sorry!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nonsense[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Lil Uzi Vert] +Got a new bitch and she my new favorite lightskin, yeah +Let's go, Lil Uzi Vert, yeah +Got a new bitch and she my new favorite lightskin, yeah +Whoa +Yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Ayy, your bitch, she all up on my body +That's because she 'posed to (Let's go) +My ear, my wrist, neck froze too +These bitches changing, not the old you (Uh) +Never ever will I owe you +I'm stackin' back-ends from the floor, roof (Floor) +Lamborghini, it got no roof (Skrrt) +She suck it up, she got no tooth +My boys pull up, they got more tools +Got the Glocky with the flow flutes (Bah) +Opposition screaming "Don't shoot" +I'm so icy, I need snow boots +Said my chain hang like a rosary +And my seats made of ostrich +I'ma pull up in some hot shit +When you say, "New York" think of High Bridge, uh +My BMW a hybrid +You know that I'm never falling off so a young nigga gon' die lit +And we got them Patek, Rollies, everything timeless (Yeah) +Got a new plain Jane, costs way more than your diamonds, uh +[Bridge: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Lil Uzi Vert] +I got a new big face, I can't even tell the timing +Got a new bitch, that's my new favorite lightskin, yeah +I'm in my bag, I been like this since I was 5, 6, yeah +Uzi 5' 4", I got the 9 on me, nigga, talk nonsense, yeah (Whoa) +Uzi 5' 4", I got the 9 on me, nigga, talk nonsense now +I seen your lil' comments on Instagram +Nigga go and talk shit now (Whoa) +I seen you up in person, seen you gettin' nervous +Got a lil' nauseous +Seen you up in person, got a lil' nervous +Got a lil' nauseous, yeah + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +Took her to the top of my penthouse at the Ritz Carlton +Pulled up in a double R, all my haters had to walk in (Uh) +Speaking of a double R, rockin' Rick and Raf, bitch, I'm saucin' (Yeah) +And I do it often, be this way 'til the coffin +New Lamb', two-door (Skrrt) +Make a bitch wanna crawl in (Uh, yeah) +I just got it, I'm still ballin' +At the light, I'ma stall it (Yeah) +Now they all wanna notice me +At the night time, man, I'm dark skin (Yeah) +I swear the money keep on callin' (Hello?) +She only with me if we all in, yeah (Yeah) +She only with me if we all in (Woo) +We want Maybachs not a small Benz +I'm in her pussy, I'm exhausted (Uh) +Talkin' Walter White (White) +Know my niggas gonna off him +My whip too big, I can't park it +I'ma be this way to the coffin, yeah +[Outro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] +And I'ma be this way until it hit you +I tried to spin the block but I missed you +Yeah, it took a while for me to get you +But you always knew I had trust issues +Girl, you know we got issues +Baby, put the shoe on if it fit you +I got nothin' against you +And if you see me pull up in a Phantom it was never a rental +Oh, you pussy niggas need tampons, I'll bloody your tissue +Don't you put that FN to his head, nah, nigga, shoot through the pillow +And the bullets inside of this handgun, shit, it look like a missileEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +100 Bands in My Pocket*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +Hundred bands in my pocket, aye +Hundred bands in my pocket, aye +Gucci snake my collar, sike +Too many niggas got 'em, aye +Hundred bands in my pocket, aye +Hundred bands on my collar, aye +She only want me cause that dollar, aye +Make her chew and swallow, aye +Hit em with it, Hit em with it Hallow, aye +Knock his head off, sleepy hollow, aye +Yeah, watch you kiss that girl she ain't giving up neck, aye +No you can't hit my blunt, cause I heard you got that strep, aye +Pull up, bring that Lam, told them Ion want no 'Vets, yeah +Dribble it, drive that row Gucci link on my neck, yeah + +[Bridge] +Ooh, I just made me 50 bands yeah +Ooh well I had 50 bands ooh +Count it up, bitch that's a hundred bands yeah +Counting it up, ooh that's a hundred bands yeah + +[Chorus] +Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh +Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh +Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh +Can't fit in my wallet, ooh +Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh +Hundred bands all in my pocket, ooh +I'm tired of counting +Hundred bands all in my pocket, yeah +Yeah, hundred bands all in my pocket, aye +Hundred bands in my pocket, ayeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dej Loaf[Produced by Hydro Beatz] + +[Intro] +I-I ain't never been there +I think I'ma take a trip to Detroit + +[Hook] +Ran through two bottles, Belaire +I ain't got no time to just toast +Might hit your girl from the rear +Matter fact I want that throat +Everything I got on rare +It come my way off the boat +No I do not know that girl +But I'm in love with Dej Loaf +Somebody bring me Dej Loaf +Somebody bring me Dej Loaf +I gotta find me Dej Loaf +I am in love with um, Dej Loaf +Somebody bring me Dej Loaf +Somebody bring me Dej Loaf +I gotta find me Dej Loaf +I am in love with Dej Loaf + +[Verse 1] +I never been to Detroit +Think I might go to Detroit +Everywhere Lil Uzi go +You know I'm making the noise +Bitch I don't know bout your girl +But Imma get straight to the point +I wanna be in her world, Lil Uzi collecting coins +I am the Balmain bandit +You is the fur fanatic +Girl I will let you Try Me +But you might take some damage +I am the Balmain bandit +You is the fur fanatic +Girl I might let you Try Me +But you might take some damage +Lil Uzi he be chillin +Countin money in a hammock +Told ya girl that I just killed it +Yeah she feel me cause I'm handsome +Young nigga going like Rampage +Young nigga going like Rambo +Young nigga early, you flat out +Chill like a motherfucking ? +I want your girl outta my way +I told her get out my way +I gotta find me Dej Loaf +Figure out right where she stay +Cause when I get me Dej Loaf +She gonna stay where I stay +And when I count them digits +Me, you and Hennessy +[Hook] +Running through bottles, Belaire +I ain't got no time to just toast +Might hit your girl from the rear +Matter fact I want that throat +Everything I got on rare +It come away off the boat +No I do not know that girl +But I'm in love with Dej Loaf +Somebody find me Dej Loaf +Somebody find me Dej Loaf +I gotta find me Dej Loaf +I am in love with Dej Loaf +Somebody find me Dej Loaf +Somebody find me Dej Loaf +I gotta find me Dej Loaf +I am in love with Dej Loaf + +[Verse 2] +All the confetti, I'm partyin' +I need the dough and some Cartier +I've been getting all this money here +Told your bitch that it'll be my year +Lil Uzi he be whippin it +Lil Uzi he be sippin it +Lil Uzi he be geekin-geekin +Pop a Xan-Xan now I'm trippin bitch +I've been driving around a Rari n'em +I might drive around in Lambo +Told a bitch that I might kill this shit +Told a bitch that I be feelin shit +Told a bitch smoke out a Trippy Stick +Told a bitch smoke out this trippy dick +I been just whippin and whippin it +I just been flippin and flippin it +And girl tell me is you ? +Is you ? +Yeah I got aim with the silencer +Yeah I'm not missing, no misses +Hit a nigga with a silencer +Tell that nigga I'm the challenger +Tell that nigga I'mma kill shit +Don yeah, fucking king, bitch +Money coming and go +Nigga ran in the snow +Getting these diamonds, that fro +Young bitch ? that fro +She on the dick and I know (Ay) +That bitch just said she a ho (Ay) +That bitch she get it where she go (Ay) +Hop on my dick like Polo +[Hook] +Running through bottles, Belaire +I ain't got no time to just toast +Might hit your girl from the rear +Matter fact I want that throat +Everything I got on rare +It come away off the boat +No I do not know that girl +But I'm in love with Dej Loaf +Somebody find me Dej Loaf +Somebody find me Dej Loaf +I gotta find me Dej Loaf +I am in love with Dej Loaf +Somebody find me Dej Loaf +Somebody find me Dej Loaf +I gotta find me Dej Loaf +I am in love with Dej Loaf5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Scarecrow*Lyrics from Snippet + +She know that I've been playin' and gettin' guap (Guap) +The one I want, that redbone, red toe (Toe) +But I must confess it one time and go (Go) +They're all birds to me and I'm that scarecrow7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +It’s Going Down*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +I was at the bottom of the barrel and now I'm at the top (Let's go) +I cannot stop (Can't stop) +I saw my opps (My opps) +Grab the mob (The mob) +Meet me at the trap (Yeah) +But I am no Yung Joc but it's going down +It's going down +It's going down +It's going down +I was on the drugs all night +I was on the drugs all night +I was on caution zones +Now my pockets goin alright + +[Verse 1] +I had to go get the guap +I had to go get the bands +I had to go get the money +Ran as fast as I can +Spent 200 on an Audi +Spent 200 on a Lamb +Peanut butter all on my seats +Got a Glock so I can’t get jammed +SRT on your Jeep +You need to get it fast +I pulled up in a URUS +Your bitch couldn’t give a damn +She said “Uzi I’m yours”2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dope[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Oh, dope +Oh, dope +Oh, dope +(That be Maaly Raw) +Hey, Maaly, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus: Young Thug] +Smokin' on that good til I can't breathe +I just filled my mouth up with gold like some D's +I whipped it out, she suck on me and Uzi +Yeah, she my whoadie til I leave +I put my dope inside a backwood, yeah a leaf +I put that hole right in her crack and she a G +Yeah, he the one who put them diamonds in his teeth +Like, aye, bawawa + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, gettin' all this money I can't die +Yeah, gettin' all this money I can't die +Yeah, I know why that money multiply +Yeah, tell that bitch look at my face +Yeah, Fendi'd down all on my face +Yeah, hold up baby got cake +Aye, ask her how much does she weigh +Yeah, hold up, this send away +Yeah, only money in the way +Yeah, I do not care +Yeah, put that bleach all in my hair +Yeah, my girl she don't got no hair +Yeah, cause she only use that Nair +Yeah, feel like Ric Flair, when I walk in with the roll +Told that bitch open her mouth, yea, I put my dick in her throat +When I see me, better pay me for a show, yeah +Never put trust in a ho, yeah +Number one, we're stacking dough, yeah +[Chorus: Young Thug] +Smokin' on that good til I can't breathe +I just filled my mouth up with gold like some teeth +I whipped it out, she suck on me and Uzi +Yeah, she my whoadie til I leave +I put my dope inside a backwood, yeah a leaf +I put that hole right in her crack and she a G +Yeah, he the one that put them diamonds in his teeth +Like, aye, bawawa + +[Open Verse] + +[Chorus: Young Thug] +Smokin' on that good til I can't breathe +I just filled my mouth up with gold like some D's +I whipped it out, she suck on me and Uzi +Yeah, she my whoadie til I leave +I put my dope inside a backwood, yeah a leaf +I put that hole right in her crack and she a G +Yeah, he the one who put them diamonds in his teeth +Like, aye, bawawa52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +White Lie[Chorus] +I can't really give you no advice +But don't follow that white lie +Yeah, don't follow that white lie +Yeah, don't follow that white lie +Yeah, don't follow that white lie +Yeah, don't follow that white lie +Yeah, I can't really give you no advice +But don't follow that white lie + +[Verse] +'Member high school, I liked Ashley +But I really was in love with Tara Jean +Nowadays, I'm in love with Brittany, ay +She's a rock-star, ay +So she understands ay +She say I'm her man +My chemical romance, my +My chemical romance, my +My chemical romance, my +My chemical romance, my +Yeah, stick it right inside +Hit it from the side +Doors on suicide +Call her cellular +Nothin' regular +Gettin' what she wants +Not a settler +[Chorus] +I can't really give you no advice +But don't follow that white lie +Yeah, don't follow that white lie +Yeah, don't follow that white lie +Yeah, don't follow that white lie +Yeah, don't follow that white lie +Yeah, I can't really give you no advice +But don't follow that white lieEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Blade[Intro] +Bling blaow, bling blaow (Bling blaow) +Bling blaow, bling blaow (Bling blaow) +Bling blaow, bling blaow (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) + +[Verse] +"How come all your jewelry always shinin'?" +That’s because these is real diamonds +Say you gettin' guap, boy, you be lyin' +I’m a Leo, I'm a lion +I put water on my chain so I'm glidin' +If it's not designer, we won't buy it +If I stand on my money, I'm like 9'6" +I just copped the ’Rari, I can’t drive it (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) +I just copped the 'Rari, I can’t drive it +Paid four hundred just to sit inside it +I just took a thirty on the night-shift +I got shooters lurkin' on the night-shift +Okay, uh, get that check, uh, yeah +All blue backs, uh, yeah +Spend them racks, uh, yeah +Get it back, uh, yeah +Count that check, uh, yeah +Can't relax, uh, yeah +Big Maybach, yeah, drop the debt, yeah +Buy one more, uh, yeah +Stomach hurt, uh, yeah +Why you itchin'? Uh, yeah +Glock extended, uh, yeah +This a business, uh, yeah +Mind your business, uh, yeah +Like, this a Birkin, uh, yeah +Not no Benny, uh +Bentley, not no Benny, rest in peace to Benny +Rest in peace to Chico, see me, other man on the front, another Benji +I can make hundred million, in a hundred minutes +I can show you how to dress, Chrome Hearts, yeah, way I’m drippin' +Way I'm drippin', bitch, I'm ballin' like the Pistons (Like the Pistons) +In your crib, fuck your misses, with my pistol +Hit that bitch so hard that I blow out her pistons +Man, I ain't trippin', this is real shit, not that written +Okay, long board, move with my weapon +Everything I do lethal +Whip it up in that kitchen, baby, like a chef, no bishop +Heat it up, eat it up, baby +On the table, do the deep-throat +We got cutlets in our chain, babe, Pharrell, Nigo +I wanna see her chest, I might wear your T-shirt +Babe, I had to do my research, I had you at senior +And you heard that I'm a baller, you know I don't bend her +You know we drive in big foreigns, we don't want no Bimmers +You know that I don't want that watch, if it don't got no face +AP fully loaded, with that glass, look like a vase, uh (Skrr) +Got the Promethazine on a vessel, it look like a grape, wait +I don't even want that girl, then she come to me, no waste +I was overseas eatin' croissants and the crepes +Diamonds all up in my face +"Lil Uzi, what you spend today?" (Yeah) +I'm rocking Off-White and I'll fuck your bae +Yeah, my shoelace say "Shoelace" (Okay) +We put the Molly in the lemonade +So we turn that to Minute Maid +I could never take no bands +I work too hard for my cake +I go too hard 'cause I'm real +You keep tryna impress the fake +Try to 'press me, you gon' 'press the fade +Load up my chopper, get hit with the blade +None of these bitches, no, I cannot save +These niggas corny so they in the maize +Listen, I was the one with no cake +Nowadays, hundred-K right out the safe +'Member your girl she was creepin' out late +I fucked your girl in the face, oh, I took your girl on a date +She said I make her feel great +When we talk about you, we don't hate +If you don't like me that's late, uh +If you don't like me that's hate, uh +Diamonds on my neck like a lake, yeah +Diamonds so big like a glacier +Don't got my number out the pages +My new closet, it look so big, it look like a vacant +Had to fill it up with Balmains and you name it +I got extra swag, I got extra famous +This shit happened extra fast, I'm the one that made it +From the projects to a gated +Makin' movies with your girl, and all of them X-rated +[Outro] +To a motherfuckin'- +X-rated2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Untitled Intro*[Intro] +Haters mad bitch +This That +Take your bitch right on a trip +Let her suck right on my dick +Then I bust right on her tits + +[Hook] +This That +Take your bitch right on a trip +Let her suck right on my dick +Then I bust right on her tits +30 that's all on my clip +45th right on my hip +Diamonds my hand look like piss +Drinking that xan like its crisp + +[Bridge] +Driving the lamb and its tinted +Inside all white like the winter +I was in north in a bentley +I was on xanny and the benny +That's all that I can remember +That's all that I can remember +I was on xanny and the benny +That's all that I can remember +[Verse] +Gave her that wool like a sweater +You a rat like Master Splinter (rat) +You took that bitch out the bender (what) +I play that bitch like Nintendo +My niggas talk to no [?] +Shoot a drive by out the window +My new bitch won't even hit me +But she give me lots of [?] +Pop a nigga like a pimple +Everyday got a new issue +I remember when my life was so simple +Your whole album not better than my damn intro +Choppa my scope can't miss +Moving some shit, got extended clip too +Got that bitch she got a 50 +Whatever you pay I pay triple +Me and you got some of the same friends so your own friends probably gon' hit you +Supply my young niggas with missiles +[?] +I ball and I could play for Timber +I fuck your bitch in my Uptempos +I pull out that's all in your dimples +I fuck that bitch right till she crippled + +Tits, huh +Tits bitch +[Hook] +This That +Take your bitch right on a trip +Let her suck right on my dick +Then I bust right on her titsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Brokeboy[Intro] +(I'm working on dying) +Broke boy +Hello? Hello? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +I get big guap (Hello?) +That by no choice (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Niggas hatin’ (Yeah) +Man, it's so annoyin' (What?) +I get big guap (Guap) +That’s by no choice +I got big choppers +That make no noise +We get fast guap +Y'all them slow boys +You's a broke boy +I'm a cold boy (Boy) +White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah) +They look like coke, boy +Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +You'll get soaked, boy +This a Molly, baby +This ain't Altoid +[Verse 1] +This is not a Porsche, this a Rolls-Royce +Pull up in that new Lamb', cost four Fords (Yeah) +Yeah, big shit that you can’t afford, yeah +Pull up skrrtin’ then I slam my doors +I know that they watchin' me +I know that they watchin’ me +I know that they watchin' me, ooh +I can't make a move +I can't make a move +I can’t make a move +I know that they watchin' me +I know that they watchin' me +I know that they watchin' me, ooh (Yeah) +I can't make a move (Yeah) +I can't make a move (Yeah) +I can't make a move (Yeah, ayy) + +[Chorus] +Niggas hatin' (Yeah) +Man, it's so annoyin' (What?) +I get big guap (Guap) +That's by no choice +I got big choppers +That make no noise +We get fast guap +Y'all them slow boys (Hey) +You's a broke boy (Boy) +I'm a cold boy (Boy) +White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah) +They look like coke, boy +Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +You'll get soaked, boy (What?) +This a Molly, baby +This ain't Altoid (Fuck it) +[Verse 2] +Girl, you stuck on up +Yeah, you talk too much (Too much) +Never shuttin' up (What?) +She gon' let me fuck +So I butter her up +I don't want the love +So I hit it rough, yeah +Took a hundred shrooms, I was straight to the moon +Pull up in a Doom, yeah, my pockets, it go zoom +Hundred smack-a-roos, I spent that with my goons (Okay, okay) +Four pair of Balmains cost a hundred pack of Trues (Okay) +Diamonds in my molars, I ain't tryna lose a tooth (No) +See me in the bando, know I always got my tool +Know the number one rule that it's really not no rules (Okay) +If she choosin' me I know that lil' bitch choosin' you (Okay) +I was in the Diamond District, bitch, I spent a deuce (Okay) +Went back to the 1600 with all of my jewels (Yeah) +All these cameras on me, would've thought I made the news (Okay) +All this paper on me, would've thought I made the news (Yeah) +Matchin' head to toe, you would've thought I made these shoes (Okay) +These Balenciagas, they ain't comin' out 'til June (Ayy) +I ain't tryna creep, I ain't tryna find no clues (Lil Uzi) +Rather be on stage than to be walkin' in Blues (Lil Uzi) +Bitch in Baton Rouge, she so rude +I can't lose, I'm that dude +Gucci suit, Gucci boots +Gucci coupe, off the goop +Gotta recoupe, need a juice +Shoot the hoop, she so loose +If I hit one gotta hit two +That's my rule, ooh (1600) +[Chorus] +Niggas hatin' (Yeah) +Man, it's so annoyin' (What?) +I get big guap (Guap) +That's by no choice (Choice) +I got big choppers (Yeah) +That make no noise +We get fast guap +Y'all them slow boys +You's a broke boy +I'm a cold boy (Boy) +White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah) +They look like coke, boy +Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +You'll get soaked, boy (What?) +This a Molly, baby +This ain't Altoid (Fuck it) + +[Outro] +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shinin’*Lyrics from Snippet + +I don't walk, I don't talk +Pull up, whip auto-park +Diamond shinin' in the dark +Bitch, I'm sharp like a sharkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +He Did It[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +These mothafuckas just be hating and shit +Thought these mothafuckas was my dawg +These niggas just be hating on me +But you be waiting, on me +Slip up +I got that money! +I got that money! + +[Chorus] +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +Drop top foreign +He did it +Fucking foreigns +He did it +Bitch leave in the morning +He did it +I did it +Yeah, I did it +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I did it, like I don't need you +Yeah, I did it, all my money is blue +Yeah, I did it, like I don't know you +Heard I got a ticket, well let me show you +I did it, yeah, I spent it +Yeah, I got a choppa, like a midget +Thought you had to go +Thought that was your ho +Now she at my shows +That's the way it goes +Yeah, that bitch done chose +Taking Xans 'til I'm slow +Yeah + +[Chorus] +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +Drop top foreign +He did it +Fucking foreigns +He did it +Bitch leave in the morning +He did it +I did it +Yeah, I did it +[Verse 2] +Yeah, fucked her in the shower +Fucking on yo bitch, I fucked her for a hour +Taking all these drugs, I feel suicidal +Jumping in my car, doors be suicidal (Yeah, yeah) +Leave that nigga dead, yeah that's on arrival (Yeah, yeah) +Your bitch on my dick, yeah that's on arrival (Oh my God) +I shoot hollow tips right at my rivals (Yeah, yeah) +Spike just told me he's in love with kaijus +Who is that? Don't worry 'bout that, ayy +Better get back, 'fore my gun blam, ayy +I did that +Get my money, taxing you like Uncle Sam +How much money is that right there? + +[Chorus] +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +He did it +Drop top foreign +He did it +Fucking foreigns +He did it +Bitch leave in the morning +He did it +I did it +Yeah, I did it19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All My Sins[Pre-Hook] +All these diamonds on me, could bought a Benz +I just fucked your girlfriend and fucked her friends +Gettin' money all the way to the end +Cartier, yeah that's all up on my lens +Went up to the church to wash all my sins +Went up to the preacher, wash all my sins +I pray to my soul to wash all my sins +Just to go wash all my sins + +[Hook] +Ayy, just to go wash all my sins +Ayy, my girlfriend, she is a ten +Ayy, her girlfriend, she is a ten +Ayy, let the fuckin' just begin + +[Verse] +Woo, I put diamonds on my tooth +Ayy, I got your girl in my coupe +Ayy, she wanna fuck on the crew +Ayy, I let her fuck on the crew +Ayy, baby I'm not cuffin' you +Ayy, baby, I'm just fuckin' you +Ayy, drinkin' the lean, I'm on snooze +Ayy, I am a winner, won't lose +Yeah, I got the paper with you +Cut, you ain't got nothin', you lose +Damn, I mix the VLONE with Balmain +Little bitch I swear you is not my main +Stuck to my dick just like glue +Oh, little bitch, I swear that I be duckin' you +Oh, your clothes so big, that's why she fuckin' Uz +Say that my trousers are too tight +Pussy nigga can't pronounce all my shoes +I've been gettin' bitches since I was ten +I've been gettin' money since I was ten +I've been gettin' fly since I was ten +We own this shit and you still payin' rent +[Pre-Hook] +All these diamonds on me, could bought a Benz +I just fucked your girlfriend and fucked her friends +Gettin' money all the way to the end +Cartier, yeah that's all up on my lens +Went up to the church to wash all my sins +Went up to the preacher, wash all my sins +I pray to my soul to wash all my sins +Just to go wash all my sins + +[Hook] +Ayy, just to go wash all my sins +Ayy, my girlfriend, she is a ten +Ayy, her girlfriend, she is a ten +Ayy, let the fuckin' just begin3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +200 My Dash[Intro] +(Damn DJ Plugg, DJ killed it) +(Oh, GT) + +[Refrain] +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +The Plug + +[Chorus] +200 my dash (skrr) +I hope I don't crash (woah) +I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down) +I know why you mad +Cause I got the cash +I'm flexin' my bag + +[Refrain] +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah + +[Verse 1] +Hold up (what) +My new gun yeah that shit fold up (uh) +Got the chopper with no holster (bah) +That shit might knock on my shoulder (gun sounds) +I start the fan in the colder +Drive in the Lamb not the lotus +Twelve pull up told me to slow up (skrr) +Spin around in with a donut (vroom) +I had your girl I won't hold up (lil uzi) +I found out she no deep throatier (ha) +She suck my dick like a stick (yah) +I told that girl I'm reloaded (damn) +.30 rounds all in my clip (yah) +And my bullets hit like boulders (damn) +Money so thick I can't fold it (can't fold it) +Can't fit in my pockets, so I envelop it (gun sounds) +Double cup I with the potion +Diamonds they hit like the ocean (yah) +Can't read my shirt cause it's Gosha (huh) +Scope got the aim with the ruler (fire) +Swervin' the range that's the Rover (That's fire) +I hit the shot with the floater +I flooded AP, like Rollie (woah) +I got that bread in the toaster (woah) +I got that bread in the toaster (woah) +[Refrain] +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah + +[Chorus] +Yeah, huh +200 my dash (skrr) +I hope I don't crash (woah) +I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down) +I know why you mad +Cause I got that cash +I'm flexin' my bag + +[Verse 2] +Don't want no sex you bitch (damn) +She want the neck, you bitch (huh) +You tryna act like you like me (huh) +Just wanna check, you bitch (huh) +Just wanna check, you bitch (huh) +Can't get the check, you bitch (bye) +Pull out a hundred can't give my girl 99 of it I blessed my chick (yeah) +You got your first piece of Rafs (huh), you tryna flex and shit (yeah) +I got so much money boy they be watchin' that I had to rest my drip (yeah) +I had to rest my drip (yeah) +I had to rest my drip (yeah) (hey) +I do not go to the club +My crib where my section is (yeah) +Told her don't call my phone (yeah) +Not with the texting, bitch (hello) +Don't want no messages (yeah) +Feelings ain't catching it (yeah) +Told her you talk too much (yeah) +Baby girl rest your lips (yeah) +Baby girl rest your lips (yeah) +[Refrain] +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah woah + +[Chorus] +Yeah, 200 my dash (skrr) +I hope I don't crash (woah) +I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down) +I know why you mad +Cause I got that cash +I'm flexin' my bag (Flex)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Keep Being Me[Intro] +Bugz on the Beat +Extra dough + +[Chorus] +Extra dough (Extra dough), hundreds all over the place (Place) +Extra dough (Extra dough), they keep bustin' out the safe (Safe) +Want it now, I was never one to wait (No) +I was never one to hate (Oh yeah) +Spend it all with the gang, ayy +I'ma keep being me (Uh), know I always keep it G (G) +I ain't never want a Jeep (Yeah, yeah) +Pull up Bentley with the B +Pull up Bentley with the B +Bentley truck got no keys +Same goals as me (Yeah, yeah) +Louis V's on the feet + +[Verse 1] +I receive all the work, get it cleaned by the first (G, g) +I retreive off the Perc, got the scope, on the lurk (Pew, pew) +Know some boys 730 (Uh), know some boys, say, "It's dirty" (Yeah) +Foreign girl gave rarest +Water on her like a mermaid (Water), I'ma swim in the water (Water) +Rollie bezel, put on quarters (Flash) +Man this shit cost a quarter (Uh) +She gon do what I want (Want), she gon do what I please (Please) +Talk to me on your knees (Knees) +Work my nerves, smoke a p (Oh God) +Tell me girl, what's the fee? (Fee) Cause I want you to leave (Leave) +Tell me girl, what's the fee? (Yeah) Cause I want you to leave (Yeah) +I get off with the beat (Beat), minerals on my teeth (Yeah) +I could never have a seize (Seize), Molly bustin' on her knees (Uh) +Molly bustin' through the squad (Squad) 'cause I gave her to the team +Got addicted to the beans (Yeah), I keep stepping on my jeans +But my jeans feel so clean, McQueen socks on my feet (Yeah) +Don't accept no defeat, kick her out if she teased +[Bridge] +I can only be, as real as I can be (Yeah) +I can feel it in my heart (Heart), I can feel it in my teeth (teeth) +Got addicted to the B, double O to the team (Double O, yeah) +You could die from the greed (Mula), they keep tryna count my cheese +All blue and it's clean, all blue and it's clean (Hey) +Pull up foreign and it's mean +Way back in the Maybach (Way back), inside and it's cream (Yeah) +Japanese roll different, go and put em in the freezer (Freezer) +Bitch I'm talkin' bout my G's, money bustin' out the seams +Life ain't great as it seems (Yeah), triple-triple wit the beam +Bugz on the Beat + +[Chorus] +Extra dough (Extra dough), hundreds all over the place (Place) +Extra dough (Extra dough), they keep bustin' out the safe (Safe) +Want it now, I was never one to wait (No) +I was never one to hate (Oh yeah) +Spend it all with the gang, ayy +I'ma keep being me (Uh), know I always keep it G (G) +I ain't never want a Jeep (Yeah, yeah) +Pull up Bentley with the B +Pull up Bentley with the B +Bentley truck got no keys +Same goals as me (Yeah, yeah) +Louis V's on the feet +[Verse 2] +Black diamonds, Ben Wallace (Ayy), blue diamonds like a pistol (Ayy) +Get the money on a mission (Ayy), big chopper, Roy Hibbert (Ayy) +And it came wit' extension (Ayy), like the hair on my bitch (Ayy) +'33 on my Glock (Ayy), yeah I'm walking wit' a pimp and (Yeah) +Yellow diamond like a Simpson (Yeah) +Post a picture on my timeline, and my bro caught her mentions (Uh) + +[Outro] +I forgot to mention (Uh) +Didn't have a penny, now my Gucci all in it (Uh-uh) +She cannot see from the Henny, these niggas faker than Henny +You made it this far, you fake from beginning (Favorite beginner) +Vivid, being rich, responsibility, yeah I feel like Zimmer (Like Zimmer) +My jewelry getting cold, hit like late December (Late December, cold) +My white gold, 925,000 just on silver (Thousand on silver)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What You Mean*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Woo + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Chief Keef] +Tell me what you mean, whoa +Tell me what you mean (Bang-bang-bang) +I can't understand, I was too focused on the green +Shawty, you a dub and I'm too focused on the beans +I remember when she used to play me in my teens +That was way back then when she ain't lookin' for my team +You so out of luck, you better cuff me in your dreams +I'm too focused on the money bustin' out my jeans + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +That's your girl, nigga? I can't tell +...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Clout[Intro] +Yea, yea, yea (Skee) +Yea, yea (Lil Uzi) +Yea, yea, yea (Lil Uzi) + +[Hook] +Bitch ass nigga got no clout (got no clout) +Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house) +I got this Uzi in my couch (in my couch) +Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out) +Now fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(now what you 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(what you really 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(tell me what you 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(yea) + +[Verse 1] +You talking shit, this uzi shoot you in your mouth (in your mouth) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout (yea, what you 'bout) +Oh, that's your bitch, she loving me cause I got clout +(I got that clout) +You kiss her lips, where I bust right in her mouth +(All in her mouth) +I'm that nigga, Lil Uzi I'm that nigga (yea, yea) +I'm from the north, but they say I sound from the south +(They do, they do) +Well I got money, what the fuck you talking 'bout +(now what you talkin') +I pay you off, I pay a hit man, take you out (yea, brr) +Bitching, they never stressin' and these bitches be flexin' +And these bitches be stressin' (stressin') +I'm on the beat, I'm jugging that shit +I'm flexing, nigga finessin' +I got your bitch, I might fuck up, But I have to use protection +I shoot you, that be protection +15 and hunnid, nigga you cannot stop us (stop) +Gettin money on your dummies (dummy) +Put my dick right in her tummy (tummy) +I'm whippin' the whip in some onions (onion) +I feel like the shit, I feel like Lil Flipp +I got clover nigga, I'm lucky (I'm lucky, I'm lucky) +(yea, yea) +[Hook] +Bitch ass nigga got no clout (got no clout) +Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house) +I got this Uzi in my couch (All in my couch) +Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out) +Now, fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(What you 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(What you really 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(What you 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(Fuckboy, Lil Uzi hold up) + +[Verse 2] +Got you bitch, on my line +Nigga, I ain't got the time (don't got the time) +And I will bust in your mom +And your bitch suck my dick, so a nigga read her mind +(read her mind) +Gave me brain, I'm so crazy +I Superman in your bitch like Lois Lane (Lois Lane) +She fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me) +I'm too throwed +I said on Prometh- it got me slow +Yeah, a nigga finesse (finesse) +Your bitch eat my salad dressin' (whoo) +Yeah, nigga test me (nigga testin' me) +Hundred thousand dollars in my checklist (I got money) +Hundred thousand dollar on my necklace (Bitch I'm shinin') +Young nigga, I stay flexin' (I stay flexin') +Hundred thousand in my checklist (I got money) +I said Hundred thousand on my necklace (Yea, yea, yea) +[Hook] +Bitch ass nigga got no clout (I got no clout) +Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house) +I got this Uzi in my couch (Brr) +Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out) +Now, fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(what you 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(what you really 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(what you 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Uzi[Intro] +A nino, there ain't no Uzi, 'cause Uzi doing his thing +I don't know what happened +They tryna kill me, talkin' 'bout I got a hunnid bands +Talk about a hunnid bands, tryna kill me +(G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahahaha) + +[Chorus] +Look what the fuck you be startin' +Hunnid bands now Lil Uzi be the target +They ask me am I'm scared: hardly +'Cause my Uzi hold a 100 round cartridge +Look what the fuck you have started +Hunnid bands now Lil Uzi be the target +They ask me am I'm scared: hardly +'Cause my Uzi hold a 100 round cartridge + +[Verse 1] +Why ya niggas hatin' on me? +I got Glock, I got a drum on the Tommy +And my boxers be from Tommy +Got your bitch on me, she wanna guard me +She love a nigga 'cause I'm flexin' +Yeah, I flex, yeah I'm flexin', I'm finessin' +I got cash out the honcho +Got your bitch on my dick, plug a honcho +Got that money from Ricardo +I'm plugged up in Columbia with Ricardo +And I met his brother Pablo +I got so much cash, cocaine cargo +You's a hater, your bitch love me +You be hatin' on Lil Uzi, she wanna fuck me +She suck my dick and eat my nut up +Talkin' shit, you catch a hunnid fists of uppercuts +[Chorus] +Look what the fuck you be startin' +Hunnid bands now Lil Uzi be the target +They ask me am I'm scared: hardly +'Cause my uzi hold a 100 round cartridge +Look what the fuck you have started +Hunnid bands now Lil Uzi be the target +They ask me am I'm scared: hardly +'Cause my uzi hold a 100 round cartridge + +[Verse 2] +Countin' bands with my eyes closed +I got so much money, count it with my eyes closed +That's ya bitch, but that be my hoe +I make it rain, thunderstorm, grab a poncho +Versace and only Cartier +Got your bitch on my dick you know the problem ya +I'm grilled up like I'm from Texas +Now every bitch you fuck was probably my ex +She love Uzi 'cause he crazy +Spit the Uzi, spit the Uzi, hold 380 +90s but like Eddy baby +I fucked so much I got like 80 babies +I whip that shit, yeah I go crazy +I whip the magic in the kitchen with the gravy +In New York, they say I'm wavy +I fucked your bitch, I'm sleepin' now, I'm lazy8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All Night[Intro] +Yeah +Fucknigga +Bitch nigga +Snitch nigga +(Cardo got wings) +Cardo, Cardo, what up, Cardo? +Ha, rich nigga + +[Chorus] +This that bruised up in a bar fight (Yeah) +Fuckin' all on a prostitute like all night (Yeah, all night) +That nigga got shot in the head so all white (Yeah) +I spent thirty-five thousand on Off-White (Virgil) +Look at your bitch on my dick, ooh (All on my dick) +You like my car, right? (Big bank) +I got the sauce, right? (Woo) +She all on my wood like that bitch is a termite (Termite) +Told her nigga that the tables turn, baby (Yeah) +Is it alright? +Does it turn right? (Turn right?) +Oh, if it turns right +Motherfucker eat the curb right (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Bullet eat through you it burn right? +Nigga went left he ain't earn right +He better than me that's absurd right? +He not a Jr. he the third right? +I really did trap you ain't earn stripes +Don't fuck with rats so I curve mice +Water my necklace I earn ice +Water my digits I put you commission +I got the money yeah that is the mission +I just be whippin' the white in the kitchen +All of these niggas not with it they bitchin' +Most of these niggas out here to be snitchin' +Look at my necklace then look at my wrist +Now look at my ring Lil Uzi the richest +I'm not on the Yankees I'm not on the Cardinals +I'm not on the White Sox +But I just be pitchin' +I'm smokin' the gas now I'm gon' off the Buddha +These niggas shoot at me I swear they be missin' +I'm beating the pot then I'm beating the pussy +I'm beating the nigga up like I am Sonny Liston +I flex on my exes no I'm not from Texas +But I just be saucin' and drippin' and drippin' +Saucin' and drippin' and saucin' and drippin' +And saucin' and drippin' and drippin' and drippin' (saucin'!) +[Chorus] +This that bruised up in a bar fight (Yeah) +Fuckin' all on a prostitute like all night (Yeah, all night) +That nigga got shot in the head so all white (Yeah) +I spent thirty-five thousand on Off-White (Virgil) +Look at your bitch on my dick, ooh (All on my dick) +You like my car, right? (Big bank) +I got the sauce, right? (Woo) +She all on my wood like that bitch is a termite (Termite) +Told her nigga that the tables turn, baby (Yeah) +Is it alright? +Does it turn right? (Turn right?) +Oh, if it turns right +Motherfucker eat the curb right (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Used to drink more Fiji water than water +Now I drink more water than Fiji +People like Beanie +Free my lil brother Lil Leafy +Talkin' that shit bake you just like some ziti +I got a cousin named [?], Raheem, Diamond, Khalil, Beanie and Fifty +Back in the days on Leland +Used to smoke on that reggie watch pornos on CD's +All my OG's had TV's in the headrest +You know in the brand new Lexus +I'm on my soap opera shit +I am so young and the restless +Sometimes I feel like I'm Drama +I am so young and I'm reckless +My dad had that motorcycle +Fuckin' up the intersection +He was getting that street money +Getting that shit by the Hefty +Moving that work - it was heavy (moving that work) +He is still here that is a blessing (yeah!) +I am Raf Simons dressing +I am Rick Owens stepping +Bad bitch on Instagram and I hit that direct message +[Chorus] +This that bruised up in a bar fight (Yeah) +Fuckin' all on a prostitute like all night (Yeah, all night) +That nigga got shot in the head so all white (Yeah) +I spent thirty-five thousand on Off-White (Virgil) +Look at your bitch on my dick, ooh (All on my dick) +You like my car, right? (Big bank) +I got the sauce, right? (Woo) +She all on my wood like that bitch is a termite (Termite) +Told her nigga that the tables turn, baby (Yeah) +Is it alright? +Does it turn right? (Turn right?) +Oh, if it turns right +Motherfucker eat the curb right (Yeah)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shot a Movie*[Intro] +Woo +I'm ready +Lil Uzi +Ayy +(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) + +[Chorus] +Whoa +I just shot a movie, whoa +With a groupie, yeah +Xzibit braids, woah +Faded like Boosie, uh +Perc' got me woozy, whoa +Can't talk to [?], no (No) +She never knew me, no +But she scared to lose me, yeah +I'm Lil Uzi (Yeah) +I'm super choosy, whoa +My life a movie, yeah +My socks Gucci, yeah +Hit my Balmain like they're Trues, yeah +Kick that bitch out like I'm Bruce Lee +All of my niggas got sumis, yeah +They'll still aim that shit at your goofy, whoa +[Verse] +Had to say stop, pull up before I finish +But I got some shooters, yeah +No Glock, keep them rulers, yeah +No rulers, then use my hands +Bitch-ass nigga tried to run from the gang +Then he get two in his brain +That FN went right through the door +Then it went right through the chair +...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Backspace*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Verse] +Diamonds on my back, no jewelry on back way +That same time you was flexin' them ones on backpage +And if you already know the answer, then boy don't ask me +Talkin' 'bout you had my girl, nothin' don't pass me, yeah +I was the one that had your girlfriend kickin' it backstage, yeah +I should not have done that, yeah that was a backspace, yeah + +[Chorus] +But you know sometimes I'm in a bad space +10 steps ahead, please tell me what's last place? +Hey you ain't sayin-4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fly Hoe[Intro] +Yeah +Yeah +Yeah +Yeah Lil Uzi +Free Gucci + +[Verse 1] +In a coupe with a fuckin' 10 +Chopper with a motherfuckin' grent +All my young niggas, they hittin' licks +All our handguns come me with them sticks +Diamond Rollie, diamond fist +Don't try boy or you a die boy +Chopper with the clip +I just fucked Keyana told her do not give me lip (no) +Keyana she a bomb bitch, suck my dick and use her lips +I got some fuckin' riders that'll get you fuckin' chipped +Tatted like my idol, livin' by my title +I dress like a punk rock +But tattoos come from the bible (yea) +Cars on suicidal +My bitch tall like a vinyvl, woo +What you sayin' bro, lets fight hoe +In Mexico with the plug eatin' pico de gallo +I got all this money, you ain't fly hoe (no no) +I say I'm so I'm fly hoe +This dick you buy hoe, she pay 500 +Ride that dick like bike hoe (yeah) +She say if I pay my money ride like motorcycles +I just pulled up in my Wraith, stuntin' by mistake +Had to go and get that money no I couldn't wait +[Outro] +What you sayin' bro, lets fight hoe +In Mexico with the plug eatin' pico de gallo +I got all this money, you ain't fly hoe (no no) +I say I'm so I'm fly hoe +This dick you buy hoe, she pay 500 +Ride that dick like bike hoe (yeah) +Ever since I got my money ride like motorcycles +I just pulled up in my rari stuntin' by mistake +Had to go and get the money no I couldn't wait15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pet[Chorus] +He want that bitch (Uh, uh) +I don't want that +Bitch on my dick +'Cause I got racks (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +I count the sack +Walking in Raf +Bitch I'm a dog +But I'm no pet +I need a Vette + +[Verse 1] +Swerving that Vette +No Instagram, got a blue check +Don't want to relax +"Did I have sex?" +They on my back +Feel like Mad Max +I fuck that bitch +You want that bitch +I rock the Rick +I got that drip +Copy my style +Copy my fits +Thirty my clip +Thirty my bitch +[Chorus] +He want that bitch (Uh, uh) +I don't want that +Bitch on my dick +'Cause I got racks (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +I count the sack +Walking in Raf +Bitch I'm a dog +But I'm no pet +He want that bitch +I don't want that +Bitch on my dick +'Cause I got racks +I count the sack +Walking in Raf +Bitch I'm a dog +But I'm no pet +I need a Vette + +[Verse 2] +Pull up in my whip, my doors are suiciding +I told that girl give me head now I'm a psychic +Everything I say the truth so I can't write it +She keep telling me she through, but no, she like it +Oh no, no she like it in her face +Stone cold, I'ma stun her then walk 'way +V's diamonds in my teeth, they Colgate +Niggas talking, yeah I know that they hate +.357 that shit hold the case +Had your bitch in my crib feeding me grapes +I can't stop, no, soon no-no, can't stop, no, soon, no-no +Got a iced out AP, got a Rollie dipped in gold +Chain got different color VS diamonds in my stones +I might fuck your mother, but I'm sticking to the code +[Chorus] +He want that bitch (Uh, uh) +I don't want that +Bitch on my dick +'Cause I got racks (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +I count the sack +Walking in Raf +Bitch I'm a dog +But I'm no pet +He want that bitch +I don't want that +Bitch on my dick +'Cause I got racks +I count the sack +Walking in Raf +Bitch I'm a dog +But I'm no pet3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pressure[Chorus: Lil Durk] +My niggas young and they reckless +How they gon' serve and protect us? +Don't count me in and neglect us +That's why I can turn up off pressure +Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +The government lying and people keep dying +A nigga the fuckin' man +I look out my window, I look at the TV +This shit look like a bad dream +I see heroes turnin' enemies +Hero dying in the six +Pull up car next to me +They don't shoot, that's a blessing +But you bet I came with my weapon +But you bet I came with my weapon +They be black on black crimes +But white on black crimes ain't be catchin' +Actually that shit been happening +They be hanging us for centuries +That shit happened from beginning +Hang us straight from the ceiling +That what you call lynching +Keep the 40 with extension +They try to make my race extinct +We ain't goin' without a fight +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +My niggas young and they reckless +How they gon' serve and protect us? +Don't count me in and neglect us +That's why I can turn up off pressure +Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +I'm at all my homies funerals and my relatives die of old age +The jack boys is after me, 12 is after me, [?] nowhere is safe +Cops be shootin' up innocents souls +So we ain't got no time to waste +They depended on me, all eyes on me, like I'm finna' win the game +I don't trust none of you niggas, only the family be the gang +All of my niggas got pistols but bullets ain't got no name +If they get you they kill you so we gon' do the same +But they won't get life in prison, only leave without pay +They control population, population away +2-2-3 bullet pistol, obligation okay +Turnin' up for Baltimore +Rest in peace, Freddie Gray + +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +My niggas young and they reckless +How they gon' serve and protect us? +Don't count me in and neglect us +That's why I can turn up off pressure +Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +3D Wrist*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +DP on the beat + +[Verse 1] +Gettin' all these hundreds so I count up (Yeah) +Throwin' all this money, yeah, I ran it up (Ran) +Got my confidence 'cause I stacked up (Stacked up) +Yeah I'm talkin' money and it's stacked tall (Ayy) +I'm talkin' Shaq tall +You are not a goon, you're a actor +All these girls around you tryna snap up (Woah) +You're really a clown, that's why I'm laughin' (Haha, hahaha) +I'm the only one that's rappin' (Yeah, yeah) +All my niggas, yeah they really trappin' (Trappin', yeah) +She said that she pregnant, tryna trap me (Tryna trap me, hey) +Try again muhfucka, Michael Blackston (Yeah, yeah) +I was just where my pockets was lackin' (They was lackin') +Now I’m rich and famous, how this happen? (How this happen?) +My mama said, "You can do shit, you did back then" (Huh? What?) +Come on now, lil' boy, now pay your taxes + +[Chorus] +I got rich, then I dipped, these niggas switched (Yeah) +3-D my wrist (Yeah), CD my wrist (Yeah, yeah) +Bing, blaow, fah, fah, VV my wrist +Mr. Delete Your Bitch, hey +I just got my TEC straight +Got a cooling kit, hey, shoutout to my jefe (Yeah) +[Post-Chorus] +She mowin' all this money, yeah, ran it up (Ran) +Got my confidence 'cause I stacked up (Stacked up) +Yeah I'm talkin' money and it's stacked tall (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Know you always on my mind (Yeah) +Gotta keep on workin', ain't got time (Ain't got time) +I'm not there at night so you gon' keep on cryin' (Not my problem) +I'm not there at night so you gon' keep on lyin' (Yeah, keep on what? Yeah) +Yeah, and if that's the case (Yeah) +You know I got money, yeah, that way (That way) +Girl, I walk like a pimp with a fish tank +Cannot drive in my whip 'cause it's big bank + +[Chorus] +I got rich, then I dipped (Ayy), these niggas switched (Woo) +3D my wrist (Yeah), CD my wrist (Yeah) +Bing, blaow, fah, fah, VV my wrist (Yeah) +Mr. Delete Your Bitch, hey +I just got my TEC straight +Got a cooling kit, hey, ​shoutout to my jefe (Yeah) + +[Bridge] +She model for Dior (Yeah), she say, "What your tat say?" +Girl, I say, "VLONE," she say, "What your hat say?" +Girl, it's that cutoff, Virgil keep me that straight +[Chorus] +I got rich, then I dipped, these niggas switched (Yeah) +3D my wrist (Yeah), CD my wrist (Yeah, yeah) +Bing, blaow, fah, fah, VV my wrist (Yeah) +Mr. Delete Your Bitch, hey +I just got my TEC straight +Got a cooling kit, hey, ​shoutout to my jefe (Yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +She mowin' all this money, yeah, ran it up (Ran) +Got my confidence 'cause I stacked up (Stacked up) +Yeah I'm talkin' money and it's stacked tall (Yeah) + +[Outro] +DP on the beat6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nothing[Verse 1] +Gotta live like your last, could die today +Called your girl on my phone, came right away +She like boys, she like girls, there's no right of way +Paparazzi always tryna pop at me +So I spent three million for a hideaway +It got moats, it got boats, it got alligators +For some reason, I still run into all my haters + +[Pre-Chorus] +Dropping my top to the spine today +'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today +And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch +Factory all on my time today +She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay +She got a man, I do not mind, okay +Arguments, don't got the time today +You wan' get on a bus or wan' ride in the Wraith? + +[Chorus] +Uh, she said I'm nothing +Uh, without my money +Shе goes on and on and on and on and on and on, yeah + +[Verse 2] +I cannot judge you from your past (I cannot judgе you from your past) +'Cause this life we live is way too fast ('Cause this life we live is way too fast) +But we livin' good, that's why you mad (But we livin' good, that's why you mad) +Say we livin' good, that's why you mad +I been on my grind but I don't got pegs +I could walk on the track if I didn't have legs +Dick appointment daily for your bitch, so in her phone saved me under "Dad" +Jumped in a Audi, I'm movin' too fast (Skrt) +I spent a hundred bands on some Hermès (Vroom) +I guess that I am nothing without money +I am repeatin' just what that girl said +[Chorus] +Uh, she said I'm nothing (Nothin') +Uh, without my money (Money) +(Without my money) She goes on and on and on and on and on and on, yeah + +[Pre-Chorus] +Dropping my top to the spine today +'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today +And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch +Factory all on my time today +She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay +She got a man, I do not mind, okay +Arguments, don't got the time today +You won't get on a bus, so I'll ride in a Wraith + +[Chorus] +Uh, she said I'm nothing +Uh, without my money +She goes on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeah + +[Bridge] +On and on, and on, and on (She say I'm nothing) +And on, and on, and on, and on (Without my money) +And on, and on, and on, and on (She say I'm nothing) +And on, and on, and on, and on, yeah (Without my money) +[Verse 3] +Yeah, she said, "Daddy, when you gonna go buy a new Wraith?" (Wraith) +I'ma add wings on the side of the door, so you can just go and just fly away (Fly away) +She got a twin and her twin got a friend, on the real, I really can't decide today +Not with debating and I'm not with the waiting, I get to that thing, and that's right away + +[Chorus] +Uh, she said I'm nothing +Uh, without my money +She goes on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeah + +[Pre-Chorus] +Dropping my top to the spine today +'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today +And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch +Factory all on my time today +She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay +She got a man, I do not mind, okay +Arguments, don't got the time today +You won't get on a bus, so I'll ride in a Wraith + +[Chorus] +Uh, she said I'm nothing +Uh, without my money +She goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lonesome[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +There's some times when I get lonely, I get lonely +There's some times that I get lonely, I get lonely +When I take my time, know I always end it with the motions +When she calls my line, you know I am on it, I am on it + +[Hook 1: Mikky Ekko] +See the light, hide and seek +See the light in ivory +Over [?] carry nights and pain inside in silently +Unable to speak on the way in which she required me +Choking on the smoke, it was the pain inside is firing +See thе light, hide and seek +See the light in ivory +Over [?] carry nights and pain insidе in silently +Unable to speak on the way in which she required me +Choking on the smoke, it was the pain inside is firing + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Silence it, baby I am tired of your requirements (Shh) +Choking off a lot of smoke because I got a lot of stress +She gave me that dome and she need some time to find her neck +Money on retirement remind you of your father's check +Now come on baby, follow directions, I call that Simon says +So X-rated we always hit the floor, can never find the bed +Let’s go baby, let’s do it some more ‘til I’m out of breath +Yes I hate it you’re not here at all, and you don’t exist +I be gone by the midnight +I be gone when it’s midnight +In the Audi R8 running red lights +You don’t really have to say what you really like +You don’t really have to talk you don’t have to lie +All your negativity messing up my vibe +And she know that I’m a beast got that appetite +I don’t want your girl gotta deal with mine +But I’m known to put her on the side +Prophecy they know that that’s a lie +20 years that’s 20 times 20 eyes +Watching me these boys want me to die +I just brung an FN on a G5 +Making hits and I'm busting off the meter +That'll show you that I really don't need her +[Hook 2: Mikky Ekko] +I see the light, now I see, what she is requiring +Waiting for a leader so I show her the entire me +Running through the wild we arrive at home entirely +Running from exactly what we are, the empire me +I know you need me baby, I know you need me baby +I promise I'll be right back right after this message baby +You and I could tell them all together in a letter, oh +Better we can just tell them the truth, it's that I know I can't stop + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +Now you see, when she calling me, yeah she fine as me, why I'm fine as hell +Where you finding her where honestly somewhere overseas, thats international +That's your bro you know his cash is low I seen the inside green, outside pistachio +If they can match the flow and they can match the dough, it's something like a myth because the chance is low +Me in one big room, I'm known to act a hoe, and I can't talk to her she shop at fashion nova +I said she keep yelling and she keep tripping I don't understand because the ass is oval +She call me a snake I'm known to pack a cobra we go through it then we laugh it off +Yes I'm smooth like a casanova, imma be this way till my tax is over +If you stay aligned I can give advice that'll keep you going, that'll get you right +And I got the cheese don't see many mice, she keep tryna leave don't see many nights +All I do is think you just keep on writing, diamonds out the sink this is not a brightener +Keep a Patek clean cause I'm bout my values this is Balmain I don't have a stylist +That is chump change that's sad silence +That's a mustang what are you, in college +Meet the upgrade to a new ferrari come on baby put you right in parking +And I must say I was wylin' wylin', and I must say change with perfect timing +And I must say that's a lot of shining for a pretty woman call her Julia Roberts +[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert] +There's some times that I get lonely I get lonely +There's some times that I get lonely, I get lonely +When I take my time, know I always end it with the motions +When she calls my line, you know I am on it, I am on it +There's some times that I get lonely, I get lonely +There's some times that I get lonely, I get lonely +When I take my time, know I always end it with the motions +When she calls my line, you know I am on it, I am on it + +[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] +I be gone by the midnight +I be gone when it’s midnight +In the Audi R8 running red lights +I be gone by the midnight +I be gone when it’s midnight +In the Audi R8 running red lights3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +53[Into: Lil Uzi Vert] +Ha, yeah +Fuck boy, bitch +Ain't never had to do shit (Oh lord!) +But live luxury your whole life +Fuck nigga + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +What the fuck you done did (fuck you done did) +I got your main bitch all up in my bed (Goddamn) +Fuck nigga +Oh yeah, she up in my bed +You want her back? Well, after 5 +Cause that bitch be giving me head, fuck boy +Lil' Boosie ass fade, you ain't got no wave ass boy +Still in the Yu-Gi-Oh trade ass boy (Weirdo!) +You would probably catch them all, say it, ass boy (You would) +You got what? A switch blade ass boy? (Faggot) +We got choppers, we got big gun ass boy (Big gun, gun) +Forest, Forest, Forest, don't run ass boy (Don't run!) +You ain't even from the slum ass boy +(I ain't never seen you in my hood) +We got money, I'm dancing +Counting a million and one ass boy +Niggas talk like I ain't from north Philly +Wanna go to war with me +You and yo bitches and y'all both drop and give a nigga 50 (Pause, wait get it? I gave him 50 to the back) +Well, it don't even matter +Yeah I'm in the trap ho (Trap! Trap!) +Eatin' on the chink platter (damn) +I'm tripping, but I ain't falling (No fall) +Where yo money? Pull out some cash, fuck +Nigga stop stalling (Stop stalling!) +We out here ho, swear to god that we balling +But I ain't talking Spalding +(Well, I know you heard that line too many times) +Yeah, I'm on, dumbass boy (Dumbass boy) +I won, ass boy (Winning! Winning!) +Oh you want some, ass boy? +Look at him, look at him tryna be like me, he my son ass boy +I go stupid ass boy, got your girl in love with me +Call me Cupid ass boy (love me) +I'm ruthless ass boy (I'm crazy as shit) +Your girl she love suckin' me, like she toothless ass boy +And I ain't even done (I'm sexy as shit!) +Nope, what up Bud, what up Donald, what up Cannon +Nigga from the north +But, sound like, young nigga from the south (Trap! Trap!) +Won't play my songs, then OG +Keep my name out your mouth (Real shit) +You can't duck and dodge a hip-hop conversation without +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, swear to god industry be the groupie +They ain't groupies, a lot of niggas be haters +Sleep on me now, but don't try and win with me later (Winning!) +Cause I take yo girl, take yo fans +Shoot yo club up, and I kill yo mans +I'm different with it, and I do sip lean +I don't smoke no weed, I don't smoke no green +I'm always off that promethazine (Water) +I love codeine, I rap in a dream +They say how you flow like that? +Jock off my steez +I got a Tec muthafucker, shit hold about 53 +That's a awkward number, got a awkward stance +Countin' money, that's the money dance, but +If I let go of this 53, damn, that's a awkward man +[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] +And for you dumb mutherfuckers +When I said when I let go of this 53 I said it was 53 bullets in the Tec and that shit is a awkward ass number and I put 53 in him now he awkward cause I shot a-- +Man, you get that shit +Y'all dumbass motherfuckers, Lil Uzi, let's get it14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +THUGGER VOICE[Intro] +Ah-skrr-skrr +Uh, alright +Charlie +Good work, Charlie +Alright, go, Charlie +Yeah + +[Chorus] +I turn five to a ten +I turn twenty to a fifty +Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty +Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi +I turn five to a ten +I turn twenty to a fifty +Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty +Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi +What you want? Tell me what you want (What do you want?) +Like, what you want? Like, what do you want? (What do you want?) +What you want? Let a nigga know +Let a nigga know, yeah + +[Verse 1] +You get hit, Forty'll hurt you +I got your bitch on me and your mama on me and she birthed you +Lil Uzi, and he's off the shits +Got your bitch on me, she all-all on the dick +I get so turnt up, counting these bands, these bands +I don't give a motherfuck, I am the man +Stay down with me bae, your girl my baby +I'm fucking on her, I am too lazy +Uzi might hit now, said Uzi might hit +I got your girl now and she be all on my dick +Hotel room, in a hotel +It don't matter, I do whatever +I just got her, I'm off the shits now +I got your bitch now, she on my dick now +Chopping a brick now, give me the lick now +Don't give a shit now, I don't give a shit now +That money walk back to me, a diamond walk back to me +And the buzz be back at me, I got the whole industry +That camera walk back at me, I just get money +I'm fucking with Reese Mane, (LaFlare!) +I think this shit funny +I got that tune in, I got that tune in color +I got the bitches, I still got everything on me +They say, "What you saying?" +I say, "It's what I said" +If you can't understand, nigga, get the fuck up out my face +[Chorus] +I turn five to a ten +I turn twenty to a fifty +Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty +Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi +I turn five to a ten +I turn twenty to a fifty +Forty-Forty hit your woadie, shorty +Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi +What you want? Tell me what you want (What do you want?) +Like, what you want? Like, what do you want? (What do you want?) +What you want? Let a nigga know +Let a nigga know, let a nigga know + +[Verse 2] +Okay hit it like Hussein, then she taking care of him +And she call me baby, that shit be crazy +I'm whipping and whipping, that talk ain't no baby +I beat that pussy 'til it's Forrest Whittaker, I'm not lazy +I don't care though, I'm just crazy +She sucking dick now, stay out the bando +I got these two guns, I feel like I'm Rambo +She playing my dick like she was on saxophone +Call on the telephone, I hang up the telephone +That's shit might be tapped, don't fuck with no telephone +Meet me in person, I'm moving that P +I'm jugging the white, man +I'm serving that white, man +I know +I don't, I don't know +Ayy, hahahaha25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Haha*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha + +[Verse] +This is not Siberia, these is Saudi sweats, yeah, yeah +Twenty-seven gang, bitch, I hope I'm blessed, yeah, yeah +Pull up on a stain, I made like twenty checks, ayy, ayy +Niggas ain't the same, ain't no goin' back, ayy, ayy +She made me a deep dicker 'cause that girl got like twenty necks (Yeah, yeah) +My niggas, they made it from the struggle, yes, struggle, yes (Yeah, yeah) +My niggas was in the jail same day they layin' on the jet (Yeah) +My niggas go where I go, that's a fact (That's a fact) +My niggas, they throwin' water, they wish they start throwin' TECs (Yeah, yeah) +My niggas was servin' water in their fit (In their fit) +I got niggas in Atlanta that was locked up in the cell (Yeah, yeah) +Octopus, Ursula diamonds on my neck, all that shit +Every time I pull up on your bitch, I gotta live my way +I got too much guap, now watch me make mine back, make mine back (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Linen on my pants, and I still got that scene up on my pack (Yeah, yeah) +I could make you dance, RIP bustin' right out my strap +I got hella bands, I put crack cocaine all in her crack (Yeah, yeah) +…2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +All My Sauce*Lyrics from Snippet + +They want my sauce (Aw) +I stay flexing just like I'm a boss (Aw) +You can't take this shit it just cause of cost (Aw) +They taking pics like they work for the blog (Aw) +They want my drip, yeah, and they want all my sauce (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Money Stay*Lyrics from Snippet + +I can't put my life away (Ooh) +Say that you alone is not the case (No, no, no) +Everybody leave, my money stay (Money stay) +I take too much drugs in front of your face4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Repercussions[Intro] +FKi + +[Chorus] +Yeah +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' +The .45 ain't for show, nigga get to bussin' +Talk about me and the repercussions +On the real nigga I swear they comin' +Repercussions, repercussions +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' +Repercussions, repercussions +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' + +[Verse] +Ayy, show me the breezy, no VVS +We-we gon' get the sucker (We gon' get the sucker) +That nigga said that we related but that is my sister cousin (That is my sister cuz') +The red beam the green beam the blue beam, ain't missing nothin' (We ain't missing nothin') +Found out that my girl loves it hard, these bitches dusty (I swear to God these bitches is dusty) +'Til Death on they chest and I knew they might lack +Like damn, I'm lucky (Goddamn I'm lucky) +She beggin' to get back with me, 'cause now she see the money (Turn up, turn up) +Now she caught her confession, she burning God down like she feel like Usher (Feel like she Usher, oh Lord) +It's Friday, I'm stuck in the Rush Hour +Money Talk, feel like Chris Tucker (I feel like Chris Tucker) +[Chorus] +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' +The fourth for every show, need to get to bustin' +Talk about me and the repercussions +On the real nigga I swear they comin' +Repercussions, repercussions +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin' +Repercussions, repercussions +Took four Xanny bars I ain't remember nothin'4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Thailand[Intro] +Oh, yeah +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +Oh, yeah +Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah +Oh, yeah +(Bugz on the beat) + +[Chorus] +Um, yeah, big ol' cake +Um, yeah, expensive taste +Um, yeah, Gucci lace +Um, yeah, I fucked your bae +Um, yeah, in the face +Um, yeah, this a Wraith +Um, yeah, this a AP +Um, yeah, flood the face + +[Verse 1] +Um, yeah, yeah, I know it +Um, yeah, this my moment +Um, yeah, big faced Rollie +Um, yeah, your bitch be hoein' +Um, yeah, get that cake +All the way 'til my pockets swollen +Um, yeah, I'm a soldier +Um, yeah, chopper on my shoulder +Was on a Perc', she on half of a Xan' +Half on Molly and half in Atlanta +Like how he brought that girl to the hood +I really think that her name was just Holly +Overseas, she flew right in from Bali +I am so high, I'm up there with the pilot +I fuck that girl and I do with the mileage +She only want me 'cause Lil Uzi poppin' +[Chorus] +Um, yeah, big ol' cake +Um, yeah, expensive taste +Um, yeah, Gucci lace +Um, yeah, I fucked your bae +Um, yeah, in the face +Um, yeah, this a Wraith +Um, yeah, this a AP +Um, yeah, flood the face + +[Verse 2] +Uh, yeah, what's for brunch? +Uh, yeah, what's for lunch? +Uh, yeah, I'm pullin' up +Uh, yeah, a monster truck (Oh yeah) +Uh, yeah, suck it up +Uh, yeah, smack her butt +Uh, yeah, I erupt +Uh, yeah, no bankrupt +Uh, yeah, a big big truck +Uh, yeah, a big Brinks truck +Uh, yeah, that's a Brinks truck +Your diamonds fake, they all mixed up +Um, yeah, that's a pink rug +Um, yeah, that's a mink rug +Got a Cuban with a iced out rope +With a Hermés chain, I'm all linked up +Water on my neck and it's water on my wrist +And it's water on my fist so I'm all sinked up +Met her in the summer, made her eat the cucumber +No, you can't get my number, no, we can't link up +Remember I was down, I was always down +Nowadays a lil' nigga all the way up +Well respected and I'm well protected +Don't make my boys come all run up +You know I stay clean like fuzz +This is fox, lil' bitch, ain't fuzz +I met that little bitch in the club +That girl poured out all my mud +Spend all my money on jewels and the drugs, yeah +You know I hang with tricks and the thugs, ayy +[Chorus] +Um, yeah, big ol' cake +Um, yeah, expensive taste +Um, yeah, Gucci lace +Um, yeah, I fucked your bae +Um, yeah, in the face +Um, yeah, this a Wraith +Um, yeah, this a AP +Um, yeah, flood the face +Um, yeah, big ol' cake +Um, yeah, expensive taste +Um, yeah, Gucci lace +Um, yeah, I fucked your bae +Um, yeah, in the face +Um, yeah, this a Wraith +Um, yeah, this a AP +Um, yeah, flood the face + +[Outro] +Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Yeah, yeah (Oh yeah) +Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Yeah, yeah ([?])EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Made a Million[Intro] +All by myself + +[Hook] +Flexin', finessin' different deals +I came from the hood, now I'm here +Zonin', zonin' when I'm off them pills (Zonin' when I'm off the xannies) +I'ma keep singin' 'til the deal (I'ma keep singin' to them bills) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) + +[Verse 1] +I count a million by myself (I count a million by myself) +Young rich nigga wealth (Young rich nigga wealth) +I paid a thousand for my belt (Paid a thousand for my belt) +And that's rich nigga welps (I'ma beat your fuckin' ass) +I done did it on my own, trappin' out the phone +I been takin' Xannies, they got me so gone +I say she ain't got no panties, look like Nia Long +Thinkin' we should go Miami, when I made this song +I swear that I do the randomness, I must be in love +I swear I'm smokin' on cannabis, it's all in my lungs +Fuck with me, you feel these hollow tips, that was in my gun +Made a million, I was by myself, diamonds like the sun +[Hook] +Flexin', finessin' different deals +I came from the hood, now I'm here +Zonin' when I'm off them pills (Zonin' when I'm off the xannies) +I'ma keep singin' 'til the deal (I'ma keep singin' to them bills) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) + +[Bridge] +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my money up ('Cause my money up) +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my money up ('Cause my money up) +They ain't gon' do shit, so I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) +They ain't gon' do shit, so I don't give a fuck (No I don't) +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my money up (Gaaawd) +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my money up (Stooop) +They ain't gon' do shit, so I don't give a fuck (sneaking and geeking) +They ain't gon' do shit, so I don't give a fuck (What?!) + +[Verse 2] +I'm on a roll +Countin' these dollars and countin' these rolls +And she workin', she ridin' the pole +Look at my chain, that bitch is on snow +Look at my phone, you might find your hoe +I swear to God, I do not trust a hoe +I do not never keep up with hoes +I just change them like I change my clothes +[Hook] +Flexin', finessin' different deals +I came from the hood, now I'm here +Zonin' when I'm off them pills (Zonin' when I'm off the xannies) +I'ma keep singin' 'til the deal (I'ma keep singin' to them bills) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself) +I made a million by myself (Made a million by myself)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +She’s a Wild Thing[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Let's go + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +She’s a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She got that grip that make a cow sing (Ayy, ayy) +She’s a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, that girl, she look so good, she make my eyes strain +Telekinesis, yeah, this girl, she playin’ mind games +Her daddy’s home, so we talk to each other, sign language +Collect data, not from this earth, guess we is strangers + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +T-That's a rented, your car, it don’t got no tint (Yeah) +I have a Maybach, lil' different from your mans Benz (Yeah) +Carbon fibre on my bumper, carbon on my rim (Yeah) +She pulled up in all black Lambo Urus, and that's excellence (Come on) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She grab me too hard, that’s technical fouling (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +I came way harder this time, execution on my mind +That type girl is hard to find, she's not yours and she's not mine +Can't play with that girl all night, you can have her, I don't wanna fight +Take your girlfriend, not just my, she wanna sit in my new ride + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +T-That's a rented, your car, it don't got no tint (Yeah) +I have a Maybach, lil' different from your mans Benz (Yeah) +Carbon fibre on my bumper, carbon on my rim (Yeah) +She pulled up in all black Lambo Urus, and that's excellence (Come on) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She grab me too hard, that's technical fouling (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She got that grip that make a cow sing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +She's a wild thing (Ayy, ayy) +[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] +Ayy, ayy, ayy +Wild thing, I ain't never get used to the wild thing (Huh) +Kneel to the Lord, you niggas better get used to the bow thing (Yeah, huh) +I put the purple all up in the blunt, I got a loud strain (That's right) +I got a treasure chest full of glow, I got a proud chain +My life is so cinematic with a Patek, but this is the now thing +Ice and shit, I'm the baddest, I just get it tatted like a now thing +Don't want a ring, wait for a king, castle my housing +Haters gon' hate, suckin' my thing, givin' me wild brain2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On It[Hook] +Bitch I'm rasta living +Inside I'm a menace +Met that bitch at lenox +Fucked that bitch at lenox +Got all types of women +Gave me mouth like dentists +Foreign drop top Benz's +Forgiatos spinning +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It + +[Verse 1] +I be ducking twelve +Each and every corner +Making all this money +Smoke til I'm in coma +Got a bad bitch on me +I be countin' commas +I might fuck your mama +Get dick sucked from mama +Damn, why my gun so big? +Damn, why her ass her so big? +Damn, why my wrist so big? +Damn, got a semi bitch +Been had money +You niggas is semi rich +Countin money, deadface citizens +Shoot my gun +Red laser ain't missin shit (pew) +Bitch I ball +Push the rock I dribble it (yuh yuh) +[Hook] +Bitch I'm rockstar living +Inside I'm a menace +Met that bitch at lenox +Fucked that bitch at lenox +Got all types of women +Gave me mouth like dentists +Foreign drop top Benz's +Forgiatos spinning +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It + +[Verse 2] +Half my boxers 'sace +Half my boxers tommy +Drive around in Porsche +Feel like big face Dunny +Your favorite want some me +Drive by in the ? +I'm high as wasabi +Your bitch call me daddy (woo) +White bitch her name connie +Yeah I whip that connie +My jewelry be shinin' +My necklace will blind you (Blaw) +And we keep on grinding +This shit perfect timing +My diamonds is ? +Yeah they white like ryan +Feel like Master P +Walking masterpiece +Lil uzi a beast +I make a blind man see +I ain't have a whip +My new whip no keys +I ain't have no bitch +My new bitch suck dick no teeth +[Hook] +Bitch I'm rockstar living +Inside I'm a menace +Met that bitch at lenox +Fucked that bitch at lenox +Got all types of women +Gave me mouth like dentists +Foreign drop top Benz's +Forgiatos spinning +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It +On It, On It, On It2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Freestyle (2018)[Verse] +Don't play with my like or get [?] +They called, the trip will be this [?] +Too much drip, would you want to dip? +Hm, tell your bitch, I got too much this +New .40 Glock, and I got dough, Smith & Wesson my hip +Yeah, what you slip, what you sip? +That crazy drip +How you do that? uh +Yeah, all of my diamonds is knock out +Them bitches blue black, hm +I dont want that lil' bih back +I fuck that bih from the back +I eat at— Ocean Front +You— eat at Outback +Hol' up, you ain't got swag +Kangaroo, jump on that pussy +Kangaroo, jump in that hoe +Why they tryna jump in my glo? +Why they tryna jump on my, hm? +Why they tryna jump in the snow? +I did too +Got pneumonia from my diamonds +All of my diamonds they shinin' +And my pants, they is Raf Simons +How do you that? You got swag +I can't get that from my mother +I can't get that from my dad +I got that from just getting the bag +Hm, cash +And I got 300 rocks +All of my watches get tock +Sike, this cannot tock +Diamonds, they Rick +Yeah, your diamonds, they rip +My diamonds, they Rick, mhm +Black, white, stacked +All of your money tryna be like me +I fuck your bitch and your main wifey +Hm, how you do that? +Slurpee my chain, cuz', this shit icy +Told that bitch that she cannot see me +Sip out the strap like it's so icy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cartier[Intro] +21, 21 hundred +Yeah, hundo, Slow motion + +[Chorus] +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +12 hundred Cartier +21 hundred Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +21 thousand Cartier +22 thousand Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier + +[Verse] +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Shopping Goyard it hurts my hips +Only nigga that ain't but no money +You ain't gettin' money, what ya purpose is? +Cartier with the rectangle +Cartier with the circle lens +Different flavor in the Cartier +You got one pair but you changing lens +Buy my new bitch a lil Benjamins +My new Cartiers got five percent +I got these bitches, they all on me +Yeah, these bitches want me to pay the rent +I just got me, um, some Cartiers +All different flavor Cartiers +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Bitch, I swear this is the Cartier +[Chorus] +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +12 hundred Cartier (Yeah) +21 hundred Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier +Cartier, Cartier, Cartier7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pull Up in My Coupe[Intro] +Diamonds the locks, pullin' (Go, go, go) +(Bugz on the beat) +Diamond my lock, can’t pull off (Go) +(Lil Uzi Vert) +(Okay, okay) + +[Chorus] +Diamond my lock, can't pull off +'Rari is hot, like pull off (Skrrt) +I just bought mama a mansion (Yeah) +I just bought myself a new lock (What?) +And one more time, shout to my jeweler (Yeah) +On the real, he keep me cooler (Slatt) +I met that girl in Kailua (Yeah) +I fucked that bitch from the luau (Aloha) +Okay, diamonds my neck and I got the baguettes +And I walk around, 75 pointers (Sheesh) +No, I do not want that bitch if she not thick +And if she don’t look like her photos (Skrrt) +Nothin' to do, pull up in my coupe (Yeah) +So I'ma keep hittin' them corners (Skrrt) +Took off the ES, that is the traction +Then I speed into a donut (Yeah) +Diamond my lock, can't pull off +'Rari is hot, like pull off (Skrrt) +I just bought mama a mansion (Yeah) +I just bought myself a new lock (What?) +And one more time, shout to my jeweler (Yeah) +On the real, he keep me cooler (Slatt) +I met that girl in Kailua (Yeah) +I fucked that bitch from the luau (Aloha) +Okay, diamonds my neck and I got the baguettes +And I walk around, 75 pointers (Sheesh) +No, I do not want that bitch if she not thick +And if she don't look like her photos (Skrrt) +Nothin' to do, pull up in my coupe (Yeah) +So I’ma keep hittin’ them corners (Skrrt) +Took off the ES, that is the traction +Then I speed into a donut (Yeah) +[Verse 1] +Okay, please do wait a minute +Tell me what you heard, is she a nerd? +Give me that head like a comb (Yeah) +Don't trust no one, I’m a loner +I went and spent fifty racks right at Dover (What?) +Told her, "Deep throat it, matter of fact, slowly" (What?) +Early in the morning she want all my muscle +None of my pistols, they come with a holster (They don't) +No, you cannot read my shirt 'cause it Gosha (Yeah) +Like a poster +I do not cuff you, bitch, no, I can't hold ’em +I'ma treat the SUV like a roadster +A little nauseated from Perc and the motion +That girl on my skin, remind me of lotion (Huh?) +Yellow diamonds, bitch, they beam like some torches (Yeah) +She suck on my dick and I told her, "Don't hold it" +Snappin' my fingers and I super soak it +How you ain't know that? (Huh?) +Man, your bitch, I been hit that (Hit that) +My bitch and your bitch headin' out (Yeah) +So I brought them a wrist to match, ooh (Yeah) +'Cause them hoes, they earned that (Earned it) +Them hoes fuck with the lights on (Lights on) +Shit, I might hit it with my ice on (Ice on) +Two in one, bitch, ain't no ice on (Yeah) +Said my money goin' tall like the Eiffel (Yeah) +I was with Abel at the Eiffel (Yeah) +Made a movie with your bitch on my iPhone (Yeah) +Use all flash, no lights on (Lights on) +Ain't no such thing as a good girl, ooh (Curse) +I done fell in love with a dyke ho (Slatt) +I'm the type nigga cook the rice slow (Chanel) +Cut the broccoli and shrimp with a knife, ho, ooh (Yeah) +Monkey runnin' 'round in my crib +Makin' them hits like I'm Michael, ooh (Jackson) +Makin' them hits like a safety, ooh (Yeah) +We gonna score on they goalie (Score on him) +Knockin' them hoes down like pins, ooh +I got addicted to bowling (Yeah) +She got addicted to dick (Ferragamo, Lil Uzi) +She gonna rescue my boner (Huh?) +I got addicted to Rick (Designer) +Raf Simons all on my mint (Yeah) +And take the nebula soul on my drip +Nigga talk shit then I dirty my stick, uh, yeah +Why that boy, he keep on hatin'? (Huh?) +I count that shit in a vacant (Count it up) +She move like she is Jamaican +I run from 12 in my Maisons (Woo) +I run from 12 in Margiela +Listen, number one, I am the winner, uh +I been prepared for the winter, uh +I break a sweat in chinchilla, uh +She on my wood, got a splinter (Splinter) +These niggas, they are pretenders (Yeah) +Treat the bartenders like strippers (Chee) +Shake that ass, baby, I'll tip ya (Chee) +[Chorus] +Diamond my lock, can't pull off +'Rari is hot, like pull off (Skrrt) +I just bought mama a mansion (Yeah) +I just bought myself a new lock (What?) +And one more time, shout to my jeweler (Yeah) +On the real, he keep me cooler (Slatt) +I met that girl in Kailua (Yeah) +I fucked that bitch from the luau (Aloha) +Okay, diamonds my neck and I got the baguettes +And I walk around, 75 pointers (Sheesh) +No, I do not want that bitch if she not thick +And if she don't look like her photos (Skrrt) +Nothin' to do, pull up in my coupe (Yeah) +So I'ma keep hittin' them corners (Skrrt) +Took off the ES, that is the traction +Then I speed into a donut (Yeah) +Diamond my lock, can't pull off +'Rari is hot, like pull off (Skrrt) +I just bought mama a mansion (Yeah) +I just bought myself a new lock (What?) +And one more time, shout to my jeweler (Yeah) +On the real, he keep me cooler (Slatt) +I met that girl in Kailua (Yeah) +I fucked that bitch from the luau (Aloha) +Okay, diamonds my neck and I got the baguettes +And I walk around, 75 pointers (Sheesh) +No, I do not want that bitch if she not thick +And if she don't look like her photos (Skrrt) +Nothin' to do, pull up in my coupe (Yeah) +So I'ma keep hittin' them corners (Skrrt) +Took off the ES, that is the traction +Then I speed into a donut (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +All blue Benjis (Ooh, damn) +Coupe, who in it? (Yeah, girl) +I'm a menace (Ooh, damn) +They don't get it (Ooh, yeah) +Act like they with me (Uh-huh) +They against me (Uh-huh) +Try to get close but you cannot pinch me (Uh-huh) +No, you cannot slime me, I'm not with it (Uh-huh, slatt) +These niggas tryna see if I'm authentic, uh-huh (For real) +I go for the finish, automatic, no semi +She give dome for the minutes (Uh-huh) +Pull up whippin' a Bentley +Pull up whippin' a Bentley +Pull up whippin' a Bentley +Pull up whippin' a Bentley +Mini coupe is amazin' (Woo) +You would thought that I rented (No-no-no) +First I did me three shows, get that guap and I spend it +Told her, "This no kickback, better pop that pussy, no relax" +Hang around me, might relapse, no, on the real, I mean that (Ooh) +No, on the real, I mean that (Ooh) +No, on the real, I mean that (Ooh) +If you want war, we can get you that (Yeah) +If you want war, then we can send you that (Uh) +I be where the Ps and the bells at (Yeah) +And some slime, and I love that (Slime) +I be with the snails and slugs (Woo) +Yeah, that mean I be with the mud at (Yeah) +I fuck that bitch in a sunhat (Yeah) +Now I got beef with her brother (Yeah) +I fuck that bitch in the main room +Now I got beef with her mother +I used to fuck with her mother, man +Shit, that's a long story (Ha) +My crib, it came with ten stories (Woo) +You can bungee jump, uh (Uh) +Tell that bitch "Eat up," uh (Uh) +I'm a young phenom, uh (Uh) +Kickin' my feet up, uh +Kick it like FIFA, uh (FIFA) +Friends like Elisa, every day Gucci, I stay double G'd up (Woo-woo) +Brought her some kneepads, she stay fuckin' her knees up (Yeah) +Told her that she could keep 'em but she not a keeper (No way) + +[Outro] +Lil Uzi VertEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Believe Me*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +Told that bitch eat it up +Double C it up +Double G it all +Bentley B it all +[?] +Don't ya believe me? +This is my world just believe me +I got another girl right on the side if that girl ever just try to leave me (bye bye) +I got the swag and the sauce when it come to these clothes I’m ahead of the season (bye bye) +No I do not got a Glock, spent some in New York and now I'm on Venus +Woah +Now I'm so high I could float-2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rari[Hook] +All I ever wanted was the bitches and the fame (nat nats) +But instead I got a hundred thousand and a range +Bitch ass nigga talking +Fah fah fah you say my name +Bitch ass nigga talking +Fah fah fah, aim at your brain (fah, fah, fah) +Bitch this rari go two hundred +Stay up in yo' lane +Hold on som' wrong with 'de rari +Som' wrong with 'de rari skrt +Som' wrong with dis rari skrt skrt +Som' wrong with dis rari skrt skrt +Som' wrong with dis rari skkrtt +Som' wrong with dis rari skrt + +[Verse 1] +All I ever wanted was a mil' (mil') +Steak and lobster meals (meal) +Counting out a mil' (mil') +Actavis, crack the seal (yeah, yeah, yeah, wooh) +All my diamonds teal (yeah, yeah, yeah, wooh) +All my diamonds real (yeah, yeah, yeah, wooh) +My bitch eyes they be teal, white bitch, white bitch white bitch +Two choppas feeling little (twin on twin on choppas) +Told that hoe my name was David (why you do that) +I'ma Copperfield +None of my choppas is regular +All of your choppas is regular +None of my choppas is registered +All of your choppas is federal +You is a snitch +[Hook] +All I ever wanted was the bitches and the fame +But instead I got a hundred thousand and a range +Bitch ass nigga talking +Fah fah fah, you say my name +Bitch ass nigga talking +Fah fah fah aim at your brain (fah, fah, fah) +Bitch this rari go two hundred +Stay up in yo' lane +Hold on som' wrong with 'de rari +Som' wrong with 'dis rari skrt +Som' wrong with dis rari skrt skrt +Som' wrong with dis rari skrt skrt +Som' wrong with dis rari skkrtt +Som' wrong with dis rari + +[Verse 2] +Som' wrong with 'dis rari +It's too fast, I'm sorry +Sellin' them drugs, no bargain +Think they tap my phone, don't call me +Twelve gon' pull me over +Sandwich bags in the glove compartment +They say why you got all this +I said I'm 'bout to have a party +They found thirty thousand +I said bitch I'm an artist +Soon as he went to give me a ticket +Boom, pulled out the forty +Bitch we shooting at twelve +Bitch we shooting at twelve +Bitch we shooting at twelve +Bitch we shooting at twelve +Choppa a give you hell +Its big as Nerlens Noel +I 'member when I was eleven +My bro was trapping at twelve +That's back when we had a curfew +Had to come in the house at twelve +Get them drugs through FedEx +No send back address on the mail +[Hook] +All I ever wanted was the bitches and the fame +But instead I got a hundred thousand and a range +Bitch ass nigga talking +Fah fah fah, you say my name +Bitch ass nigga talking +Fah fah fah), aim at your brain (fah, fah, fah) +Bitch this rari go two hundred +Stay up in yo' lane +Hold on som' wrong with 'de rari +Som' wrong with 'dis rari +Som' wrong with 'dis rari +Som' wrong with 'dis rari +Som' wrong with 'dis rari +Som' wrong with 'dis rari7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get It[Intro] +(Bugz on the beat) +Lil Uzi Vert + +[Chorus] +I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh +Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh +Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen +Young nigga, you know I ain't scared to spend it +I might pull up in a foreign +Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine +I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh +Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh +Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen +Young nigga, you know I could spend it +I might pull up in a foreign + +[Verse 1] +This is an automatic start +My car from the future +This an automatic start +And my whip so big +I could fuck your bitch in it +Yes, I got my own hoes +But I want your bitch instead +Yeah, I want your bitch instead +Fuck her on the beach instead +She just wanna talk about her day +Just give me head +She don't wanna let gang fuck +Bitch, that's dead +Bitch, that's dead, yeah +Bitch, that's dead +You gotta fuck the whole gang +For my niggas that's all dead +Fucked her so much, I got cardiac +I had a heart attack with my meds, yeah +With my meds, yeah +With my meds +Pop the perky, perky, perky like a bitch in Paris +See that boy right there? +We call him Zombieman +Why you call him that? +'Cause the check all on his head +We saw Zombieman so we popped his head +Don't aim at his legs +He can come back from the dead +[Chorus] +I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh +Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh +Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen +Young nigga, you know I ain't scared to spend it +I might pull up in a foreign +Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine +I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh +Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh +Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen +Young nigga, you know I could spend it +I might pull up in a foreign +Bentley truck, you know I got the engine + +[Verse 2] +All my opps, they dead +I smoke all my opps, they dead +My face got ice in it +I might ice your bitch +You know my wrist, it match my fist +It's wet like a fish +I'm the same nigga, kept it 100 though +Nothing changed, nigga, I kept it real +Walk around in the finest of fabrics +You don't know how this shit feel +I can fuck your bitch, disappear like magic +Pull out my wand like abracadabra +She turn around and she calling me daddy +I'm [?] Ramona, she is a baddie +I'm [?] Ramona, she is a baddie +Bitch, I'm so high, UFO, I ain't landin' +I have that bitch, she on me, she fiendin' +When she stand next to me she said she tannin' +I got the yacht, don't want the boat +She want the egg but don't want the yolk +I made it high but hang with the low +I fuck your bitch and you ain't even know +[Chorus] +I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh +Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh +Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen +Young nigga, you know I ain't scared to spend it +I might pull up in a foreign +Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine +I'ma tell the bitch let's get it, uh +Told the lil' bitch let's get it, uh +Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh +I'ma do it in my Gucci linen +Young nigga, you know I could spend it +I might pull up in a foreign +Bentley truck, you know I got the engine1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stevie Wonder*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +(Honorable C.N.O.T.E) + +[Verse] +Stevie Wonder with the bitch, yeah +'Cause you know I cannot see her, yeah +Only money in my readers, uh +All of my girls, yeah, they eaters, yeah +All of my whips, they two seaters (Skrrt) +But if she got friends I can't leave her (Come on) +Blue Citizens, my pockets seniors (Yeah) +My bands, they old just like Jeter +Put my side bitch in a Beamer +Don't give a damn like a beaver, ayy +Back in my phone when I reach her +No I can't talk 'bout no features, uh +It's not nothing that you could teach us, yeah +Don't hit her up, I like to tease her, yeah +You know that my swag off the meter, ayy +Get the guap, fuck is a Visa? Huh +Bake the work like it's a nitro +I'll be cappin' if I need her +Diamonds they blue like I'm meeting them +Diamonds all over my fingers, yeah +Bankroll on me I'm a beaner, uh +I 'member I was a leaner, yeah +Hit from the back she a screamer +Kick her right out like she best friends with Gina, uh +Ayy, I am from Mars +I had to... +... +Get it up +I had to turn my city up +She was skinny, blew her titties up +Blue hundreds, put them fifties up +Bought my bitch a uh, tummy tuck +Fuck nigga not with funny stuff +Did I tell you that my pockets stuffed? +They stuffed like a encyclopedia +... +Young nigga flex, ooh +Watch how a young nigga flex, ayy +That little bitch gave me neck, uh +Do anything for a check, uh +'Member my life was a mess, ayy +I had...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Friend Artist[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it +Yeah, I got it +Yeah, I got it +Yeah, okay +Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh + +[Chorus] +Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness +Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly" +She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie +I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley +Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy +She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP +That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch +But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey + +[Verse] +My boys movin' babies, my whip got a car seat +Niggas, they bitches, I can't hear your heartbeat +My car from the future, it don't got no start key +My wrist look like Huncho, my neck look like Starchy +Treat my girls like piano, only play the dark keys +I love you, you love me, our thing sound like Barney +Uh, forty thousand spent at Barneys +Uh, no Armani on my garments +Yo, what's your name? (Sorry) +Have you met my friend Artist? (No) +Have you met my friend Artist? (No) +Have you met my friend Artist? (Yeah) +He be drippin', I be saucin', uh +Not 'bout money, why you talkin'? Yeah +Why this lil' bitch keep fraudin'? Yes +And she from the city, she from Boston +[Chorus] +Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness +Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly" +She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie +I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley +Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy +She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP +That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch +But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey +Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness +Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly" +She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie +I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley +Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy +She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP +That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch +But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bando[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Matt Ox] +Listen, bro, listen +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +In the bando, the ban-ban-bando +(The Loosie Man) +(I'm working on dying) +Listen +Ban-ban, uh, ban-ban, uh +I'm in the [?], uh +Told that bitch I was the one [?], uh +She geekin' for free, she want this shit, uh +Okay + +[Chorus] +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh) +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh) +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh) +Money bustin' out my jeans, can barely hold my pants (Damn) +Remember I tried to talk to you, girl (Uh) +Money bustin' out my jeans, can barely hold my pants +Yeah, check how I'm drippin', uh +Kapital denim, yeah +Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my) +All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah +All my clothes tight, uh, yeah +Rockstar livin', uh, yeah (Rockstar livin') +Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah (Hendrix) +Yeah, check how I'm drippin', uh +Kapital denim, yeah +Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my) +All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah +All my clothes tight, uh, yeah +Rockstar livin', uh, yeah (Rockstar livin') +Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah +[Verse 1] +Bright diamonds all on my chain look like Henny +Bright diamonds, yeah, they cost me pretty penny +She looked at me sour, must be suckin' a lemon +You know that I'm movin' so evil, uh +Sometime I feel like I'm Venom, uh +Heard you pull up in a rental, uh +I'm a dog, don't need a kennel +Man, these girls, they are so mental +Tattoo on 'em what I write with a pencil +Don't talk to no workers at all +I jump right to the boss +Have a meetin' while we play golf (Yeah) +Hold on, I got a par (Okay) +I got a new bitch of course (Yeah) +She is a freak of course (Yeah) +Rap on a beat, that me sport (Come on) +She brought my album for support (Yeah) +Stack it all the way from the floor (Stack it up) +Titties, they lick to the floor +Once again I was so bored I spent four hundred thousand just right on my car (Skrrt) +Once again I was so bored that I hit the button and it automatic start (Vroom) +Once again I was so bored took my hands off the wheel and it automatic park (Okay) +It blue on my neck and it blue on my wrist +She said I look like a shark (Uh) +I tell them to me it's no feelin' it +I am the alien from out the stars (Hi) +Pay with cash, no card (Uh) +That's why my car, it charged (Charged) +But my car blacker than my broad (Broad) +And my card blacker than my car, vroom (Car) +[Chorus] +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh) +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh) +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand +Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh) +Money bustin' out my jeans, can barely hold my pants (Damn) +Remember I tried to talk to you, girl (Uh) +Money bustin' out my jeans, can barely hold my pants +Yeah, check how I'm drippin', uh +Kapital denim, yeah +Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my) +All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah +All my clothes tight, uh, yeah +Rockstar livin', uh, yeah (Rockstar livin') +Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah (Do this for Jimi, Hendrix) +Yeah, check how I'm drippin', uh +Kapital denim, yeah (Damn) +Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my) +All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah +All my clothes tight, uh, yeah +Rockstar livin', uh, yeah (Rockstar livin') +Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah + +[Verse 2] +Shootin' the MAC like it's nothin' +I might go link with the buddies (Uh) +I might go sign a petition (Come on) +Need to get rid of them twenties (Get rid of it) +These niggas scared and they bitchin' (I know) +'Cause they know that I play with the money (You scared) +You know I better not convince you (Yeah) +We get to thumpin' and bustin' (Nope) +Don't care about no justice (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) +Everything I rock is Simon (Nope) +Supreme on my balls +I put my dick in your lover +Gucci my boots (Yeah) +No, these not no hunnas (Whoa) +I tell the truth (Yeah) +Too cold, need a goose +You too small, need a boost (Goose) +I'm smoking gas, uh (Goose) +You smoke by the loose, uh (I'm smoking gas) +Yeah, that's how they know that I'm older than you (Loose, yeah) +That's how they know that I'm bolder than you +Diamonds on me and they colder than you (Yeah) +I don't need you, I ain't holdin' you (Colder than you) +You dissin' bullshit, no exposin' you +I'ma be this way all the way 'til the pill come +I'ma pop that pill thirty min-minutes and then you, then you feel it comin' (Ooh) +If you don't understand what I said that's because my tongue is numb (Damn) +Man, we murder Backwoods (You know) +And we drink red rum +Okay, she chewed on my dick like it was Winterfresh, no fruit punch gum (Yeah) +Damn, speed-bump, speed-bump, speed-bump, speed-bump +Fuckin' up my rims +Smokin' big Backwoods (Ooh) +Me don't need no lungs +That ain't happen to us (No) +Ain't happenin' to us (Yeah) +[Outro] +Fuck +Fuck +Fuck +Fuck2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Monee Del Rey[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts] +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +I'm gonna ball 'til I fall +Lil Uzi never gon' fall +Ayy, my money stacked eight feet tall +Ayy, told your bitch to drop them drawers +I swear to god, it was nothin' +Turn that shit right into somethin' +All of my bitches, they bustin', ayy +All of my bitches they bustin', ayy +Aim at your head like concussion, ayy +Nigga that be repercussion, ayy +All of my niggas they bustin', ayy +All of my niggas they bustin', ayy +Most of these niggas be busters, ayy +All of my niggas they hustlers, ayy +Lil Uzi ball like a rucker, ayy +Don't want your bitch, want your mother, ayy +In the trap, nigga, I'm whippin', ayy +Nigga, I'm whippin' that supper, ayy +If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy +If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy +[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts] +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +Ayy, sippin' that lean, I'm monster +My bitch, she look like Teyana +Chopper big like Iman Shumpert +Rockin' that Wang, Alexander +Sometimes I feel like I’m Shabba +Kanye told me he was happy +Four of my hoes got family +Now I be gettin' them dollars +Diddy be given' me knowledge +Xan in the lean give me power +Tear up the pussy, got molly +I be whippin' the chowder +My bitch, she be in college +What the fuck you talk about me +Little Uzi got the dollars, ayy +2050 in the hunnid +Nigga, I'm stuntin' +I'm gettin' money +You don't get nothin' +I'm countin' the comma +Lil Uzi gettin' the dollars +I be designer +I ain't worried 'bout your homie +[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts] +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours +I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes +I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SauceLyrics from Snippet + +[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +And niggas don't know I've been wearing this Rick shit (On God) +Y'all just gettin' to it (On God) +And that's on everything +Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi) +(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard +Sauce real hard (Beep), sauce real hard +Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my god +Sauce real hard, sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah) +Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +All hundreds on a nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Countin' all this money, my fingers got blisters, yeah +I got bitches that's on top of bitches, yeah +I got bottom bitches, I got top bitches, yeah +Make her suck my dick way before I finish, yeah +Man, my fingers itchin' then my palms itchin', yeah +Presidential Rollie my wrist, huh? +Look at my watch when it bang ho +They say, "Uzi, why you the same for?" +There's Margiela on me, no plain clothes +I stay in this shit like I can't go +Mortal Kombat my chain just like Kano +I don't wan' talk about bankroll +I say hi to my haters like Maino (Haters) +I cannot be 'round the fake, no +You know I got to stay in my game, oh +Man, your girl, she gon' do it so good +Make me lift my leg up like I'm Fabo +Undercover, fuck the tag +Louis V print on my bag (Yeah, yeah) +I just pulled up with a pack (Yeah, yeah) +No, I cannot do no average, yeah (Yeah, no) +Know I pull up a G-Wagen (G-Wagen) +Me and her friends fucked, you know it's a balance (Yeah) +I saw your girl walkin', she had a fatty (Ayy) +You pulled up the baddest, I bag it, what happened? (Ayy) +Everything I touch a classic (Ayy) +I'm in my mode, you can't touch me, I'm passive (Ayy) +I kept it straight ever since I fucked Ashley (Yeah) +That was your baby, that girl called me Daddy +I can't give you full details, I'm not too chatty +First car was a Lambo', drove it like it's Caddy +That boy, he was hot like a peppermint patty +My boy pull up, rob the bank like my name Shaggy +Japanese clothes on me but never been in Japan, damn +I barely made it to France, yeah +Rocks in my socks like Stance, yeah +Stick to the code and my stance (Code) +I spent a hundred in Dover Street Market, yes +Why you think I am a target? Yeah +Smokin' on gas, got no [?], uh +Turned to a man (Yeah, yeah) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti] +Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah) +Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah) +Oh my god (Yeah) +Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah) +Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah) + +[Verse 2: Playboi Carti] +If Uzi say that it's up, then it's up (Yeah, okay) +You know we don't give no fuck (Okay, okay) +You know we keepin' the cut (Okay, okay) +You know we keepin' it up (Okay, okay, okay) +No, I'm not lockin' it tight (Okay) +No, I can't fuck with these guys (Okay) +Get in my coupe and I ride, yeah (Drive it) +Get in that bitch and I'm drivin' it, yeah +None of my jewelry be light, yeah +All of this jewelry, it's ice, yeah +I can tell that these niggas been bitin' +They gon' take all my shit and hide it +Said I'm gon' roll with that bitch like the [?] +I'm gon' fuck on that bitch like I'm [?] +Feel so confident, bitch, I'm not lyin' +Put that cash on your head, wipe your mind (Yeah) +I can't go nowhere without my nine (Yeah, know what I'm sayin) +Off a pill and I feel like I'm flyin' (Yeah) (Yeah, know what I'm sayin) +I'm so high, bitch, I feel like I'm dying +I got high and I fucked on a dyke (Yeah) +Fucked that thot and I did me a crime (Yeah, know what I'm sayin) +Free my partners that's doin' the time (Okay, okay) +I bet they can't come at me lyin' (Come at me lyin') +I can't see these niggas, I'm blind (Ah yeah) +I'm on 350, yeah, slidin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Slurpin' that shit, it ain't bad for me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I [?] chrome, lil' bitch +Could've bought me a home, lil' bitch (Okay, yeah) +You know I'm bringin' the steel (Okay) +I got my pints out the mail (I got my pints out the mail) +Plus I got guns like a shield (Plus I got guns like a shield, okay) +Everything, yeah, Moncler (Yeah, yeah) +I'm too rich to be frail (Okay) +I ain't ever tuck my tail (Yeah) +Bitch, I'm givin' them hell (Givin' them hell) +Bitch, we givin' them hell (Givin' them hell) +Never play fair (Nah) +I done ran through some paper (Yeah) (Okay) +Different coupe, yeah, I don't know the flavor (Okay) +I got shit down, save it for later (What?) (Yeah) +I'ma stunt on all these bitches +Lame niggas, they always switching +My hoe, she swag, she dip +These hoes, they know I'm different +These mans can't stand where I sit +Cuban chains, no diamonds, yes +Don't touch my palms, they itch +I took the Rolls-Royce outside, bitch +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert, Playboi Carti & Both] +(Yeah) +Sauce real hard (Okay), sauce real hard (Yeah) +Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Okay) +Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my god (Yeah) +Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah) +(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) +Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Yea[Intro] +Feeling me +Little bitch swear I'm not feeling you (no I'm not feeling you) + +[Refrain] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Verse 1] +Feeling me +Little bitch swear I'm not feeling you (no I'm not feeling you) +Sipping water, water, water +With no minerals (water, water) +Raf Simons, Margiela +Swagger be killing you (yeah, yeah) +Xannie, xannie, xannie, xannie +Swear this what a pilli do +Everything be foreign this what a milli do (yeah) +She look me in my eyes, say ain't nobody real as you (no) +Said bitch shut the fuck up +Suck this dick, silly you (talk too much) +She turn around, bitch and start drilling you + +[Hook] +404 what a milli do +Dat what a milli do (mill) +404 what a milli do (milli do) +Dat what a milli do (yeah) +Overseas, Raf Simon shoes +That's what a milli do (yeah) +Pulling up in that new rari +You know that no ceiling coupe +[Verse 2] +Got so much sauce I be dripping too +Feel like Sauce Walka I hit the ooh +Pah, pah, pah, pah, I ain't missing you +Turn yo' self in +Man you tripping boo +Her pussy wet +Man its sticky too +Her pussy tight +It be gripping too +Coming for me, and I'm hitting you +FN-57, gripping too + +[Refrain] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Hook] +404 what a milli do +Dat what a milli do +Overseas Raf Simon shoes +That's what a milli do +404 what a milli do +Dat what a milli do +Pulling up in that new rari +You know that no ceiling coupe +[Outro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No Wait[Intro] +[?] +Yeah +Moving this work, nigga, I'm gonna shake it +(Southside) +Moving this work, moving this work +Moving this work +(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Moving this work, nigga, I'm gonna shake it (Yeah) +The kitchen I bake in +My plug, he Jamaican (Skrrt) +My diamonds, they racist +I got tired of waiting (Got tired of waiting, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I swear I'm impatient (I'm impatient) +I got to the weight (Uh) +I got tired of waiting +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got to the weight (Woo) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got to the weight (Uh) +[Verse 1] +I'm countin' this guap (Guap) +I'm countin' this cake (Cake) +I just flew in from L.A. then I jumped right in the Wraith (Jumped right in the Wraith) +Lil Uzi been gettin' this money +I swear that I'm breakin' the bank (Breakin' the bank) +Lil Uzi been gettin' this money +That's why I always be crackin' the safe (Crackin' the safe) +I'm countin' these hundreds +These hundreds, these hundreds +I'm breakin' the bank (Countin' these hundreds) +I'm countin' these hundreds, these hundreds +Lil Uzi be crackin' the safe (No), yeah +I'm on my way (Way) +Sippin' that purple and pink +Pints and the pints of the lean +Pints and the pints of the lean (Pints of that) +My M16 got a beam (Pow) +If I let that trigger squeeze (Squeeze) +It'll put you in a dream (Yeah) +You know a forever dream (Dream) +I got the forever cream (Cream) +I get the forever guap (Yeah, guap) +Pockets got forever knots (Woo) +Cruisin' on forever yachts (Lil Uzi) +[Chorus] +Moving this work, nigga, I'm gonna shake it (Yeah) +The kitchen I bake in +My plug, he Jamaican (Skrrt) +My diamonds, they racist +I got tired of waiting (Got tired of waiting, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I swear I'm impatient (I'm impatient) +I got to the weight (Uh) +I got tired of waiting +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got to the weight (No wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got to the weight (Uh) + +[Verse 2] +Smokin' strongest ganja, bitch, I wasn't waiting (Uh) +Got these flawless diamonds, bitch, I wasn't waiting (Diamonds, diamonds) +I rock all this designer, bitch, I wasn't waiting (Fuckin' Raf) +Fuck your bitch and your momma, nigga, wasn't waiting (Skrrt), uh +Pull off like a nigga racin' (Skrrt) +Cut that bitch off like I'm Jason +You is behind me so you forever chasin' +And my pocket, that's the cake (Cake) +Yeah, I be smokin' that KK (KK) +Got them shock bullets in AKs +Swear I go nuts like a payday (Woo) +Countin' these hundreds +These hundreds, these hundreds +These hundreds, I'm countin' the numbers (Numbers) +Look at these diamonds (Numbers) +Look, look at these diamonds +Takin' these rap niggas' bitches to private islands (Private islands) +Flying first class, building my sky mileage (Sky mileage) +[Chorus] +Moving this work, nigga, I'm gonna shake it (Yeah) +The kitchen I bake in +My plug, he Jamaican (Skrrt) +My diamonds, they racist +I got tired of waiting (Got tired of waiting, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I swear I'm impatient (I'm impatient) +I got to the weight (Uh) +I got tired of waiting +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got to the weight (No wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got tired of waiting (No wait, no wait) +I got to the weight (Uh)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Jet Blown[Intro] +(Waves) +Yeah +(My nigga Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin'?) + +[Refrain] +Nothing but bad hoes all up in my section, yeah +In my new crib, treat the restroom like a sex room, uh +She gon' suck it up, on the PJ, I get jet blown, uh +Diamonds flawless on the necklace, these the best stones, ooh + +[Verse 1] +Yes, I'm from Fidel, uh, not no Castro, uh +She said she want anal, uh, bitch, I'm not no asshole, uh +Bitch, I’m a chick magnet, uh, these niggas, they maggots, uh +Margiela, long jacket, uh, like Inspector Gadget, uh +Hit that nigga wit the chopper, uh +Make that nigga do a break dance, uh +Make a nigga-nigga do a backspin, uh +Lambo' spin off the traction, uh +I'll bag a bitch off a hashtag +You send her money off of CashApp +Smoke so much, where the gas at? +Hit the blunt, now my voice raspy +Been past finish line, can't pass me +No, no, please don't sass me +Got the gun right there on the backseat +Chillin' with my dawg like Lassie +Two right feet, never left me +Count up the salad with the dressing +[Bridge] +I make a hundred million so you know I ain't never rusty +I make fifty million so you know I ain't never rusty +I make twenty million so you know I ain't never rusty +I make ten million so you know I ain't never rusty +Bitch, I made five million, now I'm tryna run that check up + +[Chorus] +Bitch, I made five million +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I could go to sleep, but you know I'm better up +Put the AP, Muller and the Prezi up +Young nigga, better get your bezel up +Young nigga, better get your fetty up +Gettin' money from the shows and the radio +Whippin' out the bowl like Betty, ho +There's many niggas in my circle, fit Cheerio +That's nothin', these niggas is a joke +(Waves) +Check 'em out, we got smoke +No, you do not rock no Gucci +Bitch, you is a ghost, ooh +Pull up in a Ghost, ooh +We scream success, then toast, ooh +[Refrain] +Nothing but bad hoes all up in my section, yeah +In my new crib, treat the restroom like a sex room, uh +She gon' suck it up, on the PJ, I get jet blown, uh +Diamonds flawless on the necklace, these the best stones, ooh + +[Chorus] +Bitch, I made five million +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up +Yeah, I'm tryna run that check up5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Billy (After You)[Intro] +Bye-bye, lil' bitch +Lil Uzi Vert, bitch +Slimes in this bitch +Said there's slimes in this bitch +Said there's slimes in this bitch +Slimes in this bitch +Said there's slimes in this bitch +Said there's slimes in this bitch + +[Verse] +Forty degrees, grab the Moncler (Moncler) +I can fuck your bitch 'cause you not there (Not there) +Yes, I had the sauce since the highchair (Highchair) +I chased all my dreams, called it nightmare (Yeah, yeah), uh +Cartier bracelet worth sixty thousand +Different colors in my chain like a talking [?] +I was on six different drugs, please don't tell nobody (Shh, shh) +Hermes belt same color as that circle molly (Yeah, yeah) +VVs same price as the Gucci Louis +She super moody, but she top me in the super two-seat +1600, uh, make me do it, I'ma prove it (Yeah) +Silencer on my K, but not talkin' Ksubi +Basically, I got them choppas just like Call of Duty (Lil Uzi, crazy) +Basically, I'm rocking Balmains like they fuckin' Nudies +Whoop a nigga ass, beat a nigga ass, 21 sue me +Yeah, I got addicted to winnin' not losin' +I can't fuck with no 12 we movin' +Its 11, well by 12, we movin' +I don't go nowhere with no toolie +Passed the bitch just 'round and 'round like a hula hoop +Passed her off like this to my homie +You with the talkin', boy, that's what the noodles do +We got the choppas so that's what the shooters do +We got the beams and the ones that's gon' shoot at you +.40 got kick, better tell me to move at you +That's the same .40 that go through your cuticles +That's the same .40 that boom with that sonic boom +Girl, you so mad, girl, you so sad +I give her dick and I knock out her attitude +I get the guap, "Uzi, they used to laugh at you (Guap) +Uzi, you condom, she won't put the trap on you +Uzi, I swear these niggas, they not half of you +All of these demons and angels, they after you" +I am the only one that exists, so all of these and angels and demons, they after you +Countin' this guap, so these niggas, they after you +You is my son so I can't be after you +Rollie baguette' stones +AP that touch toes +But they cost more than your whip, and your home (Yeah) +Pockets fat like Sherman, my shit on swole +These niggas rat like vermon, he already told +Move around like a ferret, no backbone +My new whip white like dairy, it's all orange +It's all orange like a tangerine (Tangerine) +It's just one thing just like hermes ring (hermes ring) +I was in Bergdorfs spent a hundred beans (Hundred beans) +I just bought some Gucci and some Louboutins (Louboutins) +Bitch, I'm livin' wild and my lifestyle mean (Lifestyle mean) +I just fucked two bitches in my living room (Yeah, yeah) +Living room so big can live in my living room (Ayy, ayy) +Living room so big, ain't make it to my bedroom +So much swag in my closet like a fitting room +Chanel on my sheets, this a king room (LV) +This that "I can drip and don't say a word" +They play me overseas like I am [?] (That's funny, that's funny, that's funny) +Toss a brick at D, I could move them birds +Got it on the thirty-first, moved it by the first +Said I don't give a fuck, this a Chanel purse (Yeah) +It cost more than hers, it costs more than hers (More than hers) +I spent eighty-thousand, that was just on hers +Spent two-hundred thousand, that was just on jackets +Rockin' that mink, rockin' chinchilla, rockin' that brown jackrabbit (Ayy) +But only, 'cause if I ruin that bitch once, and then, nigga, you can just have it +Okay, this molly is all in my punch +Just like eat lobster and shrimp for lunch +Marilyn Manson so I can eat brunch +Diamonds all water, it look like I dunked +Right in the tank, man, I just did it +I got them Perkies, they all in my stomach (What?) +I got the gas, it's all in my lungs (Huh?) +We put them hollow-tips right in the drum (Lil Uzi) +Hope you don't think I'm dumb (Hope you don't think I'm dumb) +Hope you don't think I'm soft (Hope you don't think I'm soft) +Hope you don't think you can play with my heart (You don't think that) +If you do, got some shit that'll tear you apart (Grah-grah) +I bought my beam in tomorrowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Senor Guapo[Intro] +Tell her got bankroll +I tell her got bankroll +I tell her got bankroll +I tell her got bankroll + +[Chorus] +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up + +[Verse 1] +I'm getting money, not a stressor +If ya bitch on me, I'ma F her +Put her on my squad, they gone stretch her +Nigga ain't stupid, If he try test us +Cuz we got them uzi's, or them techs uh +We got extendos, bruh you get wet up +We got them things now that'll stretch ya +We don't do body, aim at yo neck up +Count money photos, that's a no no +Cause if you owe bro you catch this 4-4 +Count money photos, that's a no no +Cause if you owe bro you catch this 4-4 +[Chorus] +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up + +[Verse 2] +Paper don't fold now, got bankroll now +Rock yellow gold now, that shit old now +Platinum my Rollie, need like four now +Making me millions, that's my goal now +Say you ain't know me, why you jaw me +Running through hit hoes, that don't owe me +Say you ain't know me, why you jaw me +Running through hit hoes, that don't owe me + +[Chorus] +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gas HimLyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +Please don't gas him, gas him, gas him, gas him +Baby girl, he broke and that's a fact so please don't gas him +Heard you was in Aspen +Drinking coo-coo, skiing, tubing, sledding +I'm cold in a cabin +If I would've took you, would've had you in a mansion +The one with the fountain, the one with the Phantom +That's just so example +I rock my Vlone hoodie 'cause it is V for Vestion + +[Verse] +No, you cannot pass me +Hold on, ho, can't pass me +Tryna take over my style, make it tacky +Dinner on my-1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Racist[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, let's go (Let's go, Mario) +Yeah, alright (Lil Uzi Vert) +Let's go, let's go (A Boogie) +Alright (Woah), let's go (Woah) +Alright + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Stackin' the money all the way from the floor, I swear that this shit is amazing (Yeah) +I don't understand how I keep gettin' richer 'cause this money, I am not savin', no (No) +Don't understand why your girl keep on callin' me, no I'm not the one that savin', no +V-12 that's all on my whip, that's the reason why a nigga be racin' (Skrr) +Uh, V-12 that's all on my whip, that's the reason why a nigga be racin', yeah +We knock off the competition, go for the kill, no, we not gonna graze him, uh +Yeah, gotta have patience, yeah, I fuck your bitch 'til she shakin', yeah (Let's go) +New York vibe with me, she Haitian, yeah +Swaggin' so hard, it's a flagrant, yeah +Swaggin' so hard, it's a flagrant, uh +You fell in love with a basic +Diamonds all white, I'ma base it +I swear this shit is evasive, uh +These niggas, they turned to rats, woah +I saw your name on the paper, uh +Ten million for my new crib, woah +I saw Lil Vert on the paper, uh +I swear my house is too big (Big) +I don't even know my neighbours (Who that?) +They got G-Wagons and shit, yeah (Woah) +I think my neighbours, they Asian (Get money) +Man, I wish I just had money +Sometimes I wish that I wasn't even famous (No) +I don't even think it sometimes, I just live in the moment, my new whip is brainless (Woah) +Life is the worst pain, so all the pain that y'all bring me is painless +I just pulled up with a lil' nice bitch and try say she a dime, that ain't even my main chick (No) +Tell 'em get out my way, yeah, I need space, yeah +Tell 'em get out my way, uh, I swear I need space, uh +Tell her get out my way, uh, tell her get out my face, yeah +I'm not worried 'bout them (At all), 40 that's on my waist, yeah +I blend in, camo, I mix my bev, yeah (Bev, yeah) +I know that's his girl but that's my bae (Let's go) +[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] +You know I'm addicted to money, if I cannot get it, I swear I'ma take it +And bitches be all on my dick, but they only on me 'cause they know that I'm famous +If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist +If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist +If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist +If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist +If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist +If you look inside of my whip, that shit black on black, you would've thought I was racist9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Alive[Intro] +Stay back, yeah you +Ah, ah, ah, ah, starting the fights +You get it, yeah +Yeah + +[Chorus] +I know that girl makes me feel so alive +I don't know what this feeling is inside +Ever since that girl got up in my ride +Keep it one hundred, you know she gon' ride +She sit on top and you know she gon' ride +Spin right around, keep that gun right inside +This whole thing started from a couple lies +On the real I hope that that girl won't lie + +[Verse] +To me, um yeah, boy, yeah, you ain't me +Boy, you ain't fleek, like boy, you a flea +Knowing that you call, yeah (Knowing that you call, yeah) +No credit card, yeah, bankroll on me (Bankroll on me, yeah) +Go, bankroll on me, yeah +Go, bankroll on me, yeah +Bankroll on me, yeah + +[Chorus] +I know that girl makes me feel so alive +I don't know what this feeling is inside +Ever since that girl got up in my ride +Keep it one hundred, you know she gon' ride +She sit on top and you know she gon' ride +Spin right around, keep that gun right inside +This whole thing started from a couple lies +On the real I hope that that girl won't lie +[Open Verse]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Puff[Intro] +Tell a nigga something, ho, Tell a nigga something ho! +(Good work, Charlie!) + +[Verse 1] +Okay, lots of the money, bet it though +Bet you can’t take nothing from me +Back in 10th grade when I had the Gumby +Now I'm 19 and I still got the gun, b +Got the 9 millimeter and pack in the undies +If you my son how the fuck you got son me +Bitch said she love me but hoe I don’t love you +If you for real thot, I do not love you, I just wanna fuck you +Got me a piece of the puzzle +You can bring your friend I don’t wanna cuddle +If she from motor ball then her friend scoop it up then its right back to the huddle +So many hoes it look like an army, they march to my dick like hut two +And rifle with knife on the end of it so when I run out of bullets I cut you +She ask me my name and I said they call me Vert +Double Cup full of mud mouth full of dirt +If it ain't xanny them I'm on the purp +Sippin' the syrup now I'm slurring words +Look in the mirror, now I see a curse +When I saw cara she looked good at first +Now I see models that bitch be the worst +Now I see models that bitch be the worst +[Chorus] +Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe +If I ain’t eating why I’m living so comfortable +And if I ain't skeetin' I never claimed I fucked a hoe +All these bitches at my concert I’m bout to fuck the show +Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe +If I ain't eating why I'm living so comfortable +And if I ain't skeetin' I never claimed I fucked a hoe +All these bitches at my concert I’m bout to fuck the show + +[Verse 2] +Okay shoutout to Dre shoutout to Tina +They getting married in Jamaica next season +I’m gonna be there with 26 women +Once I touch down yeah I probably ain't leaving +Lot of these rappers yeah they got some secrets +I ain't with [?] cause a nigga be feasting +Got bitches butt naked going out to eat and +Niggas they change on you just like seasons +Lil Uzi Vert yeah that nigga a demon +Fuckin' yo bitch and she eatin' my semen +Niggas be hatin' because they get eaten +She ain't got asthma but I leave her wheezin' +Sweating me heavily bitch keep on breathin' +Vicki and Ebony they keep on screamin' +I keep on skeetin' +Calling on jesus, in the two seater +Lean by the liter +I can not fuck with a bitch +If she ain’t fuckin' the clique, if she ain't sucking a dick +After I'm done Vert be ducking her quick +Working the back with the fifth +Ain’t got the cash, I ain't fronting you shit +Drinking on lean I ain't puffing a spliff +Watch getting loose cause I'm flexing the wrist +And you on the phone while I’m texting the bitch +And I be blessing a bitch when she licking the tip +And you be kissing that bitch like, Uzi ain’t nut on her lips +I be a dog, every bitch know I'm a pimp +Minus the ring and the cane and the limp +Benihana eating lobster and shrimp +What I paid for these is probably your rent +[Chorus] +Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe +If I ain't eatin' why I'm living so comfortable +And if I ain't skeetin I never claimed I fucked a hoe +All these bitches at my concert I'm bout to fuck the show +Tell a nigga, tell a nigga something hoe +If I ain't eatin' why I’m living so comfortable +And if I ain't skeetin' I never claimed I fucked a hoe +All these bitches at my concert I’m bout to fuck the show3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Underworld[Chorus] +(Damn) +Starboy +Stars all on my wraith (My wraith) +Millionaire bitches +(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) +Stars all in my face +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +I can't blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession (No no) +She try say I'm funny cause she the one got rejected (Yeah yeah) +He try say I'm fruity cause he starin' at my necklace (Pussy) +And everybody that kept it real always get elected (Come on) +Always wanna talk, always leave a message (Yeah) +I don't wanna talk, I don't read no message (No) +Haters gon' lie (Lie) +But that shit don't apply +Made a stilt to eleven +That's thirteen plus one (One) +Fourteen plus two (Yeah) +16 to the reverend (16) +I ain't ever talk to them (16) +Till my family gave all my blessings + +[Verse] +Mandatory to the guap +Bitch I'm married to the cheese +Got big hunnids in my nuts (Nuts) +Got blue faces in my jeans (Yeah) +She love when I hit that spot +But girl now you gotta leave (Leave) +Cause I know that you a thot +Yeah, I know know (Yeah) +Yeah, I get so alone (Alone) +I get so high (High) +I be so zoned (Zoned) +Yeah, couldn't believe that I made it here (Oh my god) +Yeah, this my year (This my year) +Well then again, every year my year (Yeah) +Dark skin girl with me with long hair (Hair) +She whip that shit around like she don't care +She mixed with Hong Kong (Yeah) +I'ma live in the moment until the sun's gone (Damn) +Jump in the crowd with all my items, now my phone's gone +We got acres on our crib, now the loans gone (Mansions) +We can't even see our neighbors, man they far gone (Facts) +I'm far out alien rockstar (Damn) +I'm a t-rex that wish for long arms (Yeah) +I got an invitation that's for all whores (Come on) +I got one key, open all doors (The master) +Man I been had that swag, don't want that no more (3 years ago) +Don't shop at them stores, man, it's all yours (Go ahead) +Them girls see me once now they all aboard (Let's go) +My mom used to want carpet but we got heated hard floors (Damn) +[Chorus] +Starboy +Stars all on my wraith (My wraith) +Millionaire bitches +Stars all in my face (My face) +I can't blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession (No no) +She try say I'm funny cause she the one got rejected (Yeah yeah) +He try say I'm fruity cause he starin' at my necklace (Pussy) +And everybody that kept it real always get elected (Come on) +Always wanna talk, always leave a message (Yeah) +I don't wanna talk, I don't read no message (No) +Haters gon' lie but that shit don't apply +Made a stilt to eleven +That's thirteen plus one (One) +Fourteen plus two (Yeah) +Sixteen to the reverend (Sixteen) +I ain't ever talk to them (No) +Till my family gave all my blessings (Damn) + +[Chorus] +Starboy +Stars all on my wraith (My wraith) +Millionaire bitches +Stars all in my face (My face) +I can't blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession (No no) +She try say I'm funny cause she the one got rejected (Yeah yeah) +He try say I'm fruity cause he starin' at my necklace (Pussy) +And everybody that kept it real always get elected (Come on) +Always wanna talk, always leave a message (Yeah) +I don't wanna talk, I don't read no message (No) +Haters gon' lie but that shit don't apply +Made a stilt to eleven +That's thirteen plus one (One) +Fourteen plus two +Sixteen to the reverend (Sixteen) +I ain't ever talk to them (No) +Till my family gave all my blessings +(1600/all my blessings x3)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +You Over There*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Chorus] +Hey, hey, yeah, you, huh +You over there, yeah (You over there) +You with that rear, uh (Rear) +Girl, come here, uh (Girl, come here) +Made me stop and stare, uh +No, it's not fair, uh +Ass so fat, uh (Ass so fat) +She can't sit in the chair, uh + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I done walked up in that bitch with the guap +No, it's not one time I talked to the the opps +Been fucked your bitch, that girl my favorite thot (Yeah) +Pull up that Glock with the dot +Nigga talk shit, you get popped in the mouth +Ran in his spot, he got popped in his house +No bank account, hide my knots in the couch (Woo) +I'm in the streets, I'm out and about +Can't wait to meet, bitch, my chopper go off +Got your bitch with me, I think that she lost +Her pussy tight, put it in she said "ouch" +Ooh, smokin' on gas in my ride +Eliantte, this not Avi +I got the drip like an IV +My bitch beside me +I am 5' 5", she's like five feet +I seen these niggas tryna copy +These niggas can't tie my sneaks, uh +These niggas, I swear they phony +These niggas, I swear that they full of baloney +I swear that these niggas, they tried to just clone me +I swear, but they not me +[Chorus] +Hey, hey, huh, you, huh (What?) +You over there, yeah (You over there) +You with that rear, uh (You with that rear) +Girl, come here, uh (Girl, come here) +Made me stop and stare, uh (Made me stop and stare) +No, it's not fair, uh (No, it's not fair) +Ass so fat, uh (Ass so what?) +She can't sit in the chair, uh +Hey, hey, huh, you, huh (What?) +You over there, yeah (You over there) +You with that rear, uh (You with that rear) +Girl, come here, uh (Girl, come here) +Made me stop and stare, uh (Made me stop and stare) +No, it's not fair, uh (No, it's not fair) +Ass so fat, uh (Ass so what?) +She can't sit in the chair, uh + +[Verse 2] +Oops, excuse my French, uh +I'd rather save these emeralds (Yeah) +I understand Kylie Jenner tooken, so I might go for Kendall (Uh) +These niggas lame as shit +I'm like a iPad, that boy like a Kindle (Huh) +I was so high, man, I drove to McDonald's +Only thing I could get, was a McGriddle (Griddle) +Okay, I'm back, walk with the thigh pack +Two hoes, I'm Malcolm in the Middle, yeah +I was smokin' on some Do-Si-Dos +And I had to roll up some Zkittlez +…4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Did It on My Own[Verse 1] +I buy a rollie, my dog he buy a Audemars +Cop off, cop off, we havin' a copoff +You the type off nigga to tip a cop off +Miami nights and I'm riding with the top off +Two bitches on my dick they havin a top off +Have 'em screamin' in the ghost, phantom of the Opera +Please excuse all these diamonds in my Tic-Toca +All this gold on me lookin' like a fuckin' Oscar +You claim you Thug but you friends with the judge +And that tellin' shit yeah its probably your honor +And I'm finna put a slug up in a pretender cause these haters'll be the one that'll be the main jocker +And I'm colder than winter but +I'ma winter shop at Lenox ATL balling with my whole damn blocka +Don't owe a nigga or a bitch shit +All my old hoes actin' like they miss me +But they need to stop it +Now they found out I got a few dollars +Now they wanna holler +But I still make a bitch chew and swallow +Sippin' champagne out the motherfuckin' bottle +Swear to god I almost fell in love with a model +Til' I found out she fucked the whole 2 Live Crew, wait +She fucked the 2 live crew? +I ain't even know they still had a deal +Shoutout to Uncle Luke I wanna be just like you +Rest in peace to my cousin Kurt +I swear to god I wanna get those niggas +The same way they got you +[Chorus] +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +Cars crib and the money +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +You can hate I think its funny +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +Cars crib and the money +You can hate I think its funny +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +Cars crib and the money +You can hate I think its funny +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +Cars crib and the money +You can hate I think its funny +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +Cars crib and the money +You can hate I think its funny +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +[Verse 2] +Told my momma the rap shit was a joke +Til I came in the crib with that Givenchy coat +My grandma been with it from the jump +Fuck the slice she can have the whole loaf +Member when my cousin grind all night +Ran out of work, so he started choppin up soap +Wish I was there the night he got shot, R.I.P to weat +Now me Sia and gonna fuckin' toast for all the niggas didn't make it out the fuckin, makin sure its all good +I need to put a lot money on my Uncles books +So I keep making tracks by the fuckin' flood +Now I get a lil fame now all the bitches lovin' us +Man I swear thats how it never was +Philidelphia niggas we all animals +They tell me to slow down I start sippin' mud +And the shit I never was into +Stage divin', 50 thousand in the fuckin' venue +Niggas talkin bout they know the real you +Listen to you're track, say you're trash, but they feel you +Listen to you everyday but try to grill you +Write the worst verses on your instrumental +I make the speaker bleed like a fuckin' menstrual +Same crackers paying me a beatle wasn't in to + +[Chorus] +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +Cars cribs and the money +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +You can hate I think its funny +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +Cars crib and the money +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +Cars cribs and the money +You can hate I think its funny +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +Cars cribs and the money +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +You can hate I think its funny +Cars crib and the money +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own +You can hate I think its funny +Yeah I did it on my own +Yeah I did it on my own8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Weirdo[Intro] +She said she don't need me or nobody +She keep lying talking 'bout she ain't got bodies (Ain't got bodies) +She keep lying to me saying she ain't got bodies ([?]) +She keep lying to me saying she ain't got bodies (Oh my god) +Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that? + +[Verse] +Turn up, baby, with no Molly (Ooh) +Minerals, they running through my body (Runnin' through my body) +She said "Uzi, could you put it all inside me?" (All inside me) +Tweaking and geeking, we throwing the bands at the Follies +Bitches, they proud of me 'cause I made it out, no doubt (No doubt) +I fuck your bitch and I put my dick all in her mouth (All in her mouth, mouth) +My crib so big, put a house in a house +My girl tried to leave me, no, my house not a home +My diamonds look like ice cream with no cone +Funny boys been getting them money so they my clones +Yeah, your girl all in my hair so I probably need to get a comb +80 racks, 85 racks, like 80 racks for my show +Sweater on my body and it's Comme des Garçons +Yeah, 'cause it's cold +Your new bitch, yeah, she old +New money, don't fold +Encyclopedia with the guap (Guap) +Fuck the media aside (Yeah) +Diamonds all in my locks +Diamonds all in my rocks +Mixing dimes in my shoes +Diamonds all in my socks +Bake a nigga like he ziti +Whip it up in the pot +Fucking bitches off the TV +Pussy wet like a squeegee +Water water with no Figi +Standing up with my feet where her knees be +Begging please when she eat me +That girl said she need me +My coat from Dover +I ain't cop this from Neiman's (Whoa) +In the pussy and I'm dreaming +He trying to say I'm the demon +(Ayy, Brandon, why you do that?) +'Cause his bitch ate the semen +'Cause his bitch ate the seal +'Cause his bitch ate the pill +I heard he a snitch +I heard he took a deal +Man, that's [?] (Ayy) +This a test, just a drill +Nigga talking 'bout them clips +30s and them 50 rails +Yeah, my crib so big +I got thirty, fifty rails +I got ten doors +With eight doorbells +I got a couple whips +I got a couple dips +Know I got a couple chips +So I can take a couple trips +I can fuck on your va +Make her my situation (Yeah) +Fuck her on vacation +In her jaw like a spacer (Yeah) +Overseas, looking for my new ho +Man, I feel like it's taken +Come on, baby, let me make it +No eye doctor, they can't check it +I like when you're naked +Your old man was so broke +So that means you was tasteless (Yeah) +Masked up like I'm Jason (Ayy) +Frostbite in the Rollie (Whoa) +Big diamonds in the jacket (Lil Uzi) +Fuck your bitch, she can't take it (Yeah) +Maybach on my Wraith (Yeah, ayy) +[Outro] +She tried to act like she taken (Yeah) +Fuck a bitch with my greatness +Gettin' strong from the pot (Yeah) +Treat the brick like a weightlift +Turn off at night (Yeah) +'Cause you know I got the day shift +What'd you say?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ridiculous*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Lil Uzi Vert, haha +This slaps so hard, man (Yeah) +This shit so (Yeah) +It go hard, man (Yeah) +Watch (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Made that bitch suck it up right in the chair (Yeah) +I don't know that bitch but I told her, "Come here" (Yeah) +I got the guap, my name is Symere (Ayy) +It's nice to meet you, now, who is that there? (Ayy) +That is your friend? Oh, do you share? (Uh, uh) +Won't tell nobody, baby, I swear (Shh) +That is two baddies, the grand finale +I got a check, look like Italian (Yeah) +Stay with the bands just like Italian (Phew) +Um, my clan don't matter the climate +Um, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (What?) +Yeah, that's the reason I keep climbin' +Had to go run back thе swag like a housewife +Wеnt to the dinner, step-boy like I'm Rodman +Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly +First car a Lambo' like, "Fuck Maserati" (Skrrt) +[Chorus] +I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah) +My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah) +No, it's no way, ballin' like this +I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish) +Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh) +These niggas funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah) +My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah) +No, it's no way, ballin' like this +I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish) +Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh) +These niggas funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Trap on the block, I'm missin' the zip (Woo, woo) +Ride through my block, your whip'll get flipped (Woo, woo) +If he owe me money then I'm chippin' his bitch (Yeah, yeah) +These niggas pussy, they missin' a slit (Yeah) +What's the location? Got sticks in this bitch (Yeah) +I paid a lot so no missin' the hit (Uh-uh) +I took his thot, got him missin' his bitch (Frrp) +Countin' the guap while I'm dickin' your chick (Okay) +Trap out the UBER, do hit out the Lyft +Don't shop at Saks, I can't do that on Fifth +These niggas don't even know I exist +I fuck his bitch and that shit like a myth +Uh, Marni on Marni, need more +She clean it up like the dick was a chore +Money on top but it start from the floor +We done bought everything up in the store +[Chorus] +I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah) +My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah) +No, it's no way, ballin' like this +I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish) +Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh) +These niggas funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah) +I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah) +My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah) +No, it's no way, ballin' like this +I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish) +Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh) +These niggas funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Platinum[Intro] +(Wheezy Beats) +Do what I want +Now I do what I want, now I do what I want, yeah +Now I do what I want, now I do what I want +Now I do what I want + +[Verse] +I was one duckin' from the haters +I was one duckin' from the clones +First one rockin' Skolott +First one rockin' Vlone +Mix that, that's Skolone +My new watch two-tone +No, I don't take down tone +Murakami all on the phone +Call Murakami on the phone +Put some flowers on the bone +Call Pharrell on the phone +Skateboard P ice cream, no cone +Bought everything at the mall so I don't shop at the mall +Buy Louboutins over the phone +Got a triple with my girls with the bone +Big ass diamonds like a stone +No, I can't read your palm +But I might eat at the Palm +All my clothes from Milan +But I got this in America and I don't wait in line +I'm live and green like slime +I turned to Frankenstein, yeah +[Chorus] +She keep calling my phone, now she all in love +Love, it is a drug, her last man was a scrub +He only had a dub, walk around with five dubs +Real one in my blood, minerals keep me up +Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up +Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up +Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up + +[Outro] +She keep calling my phone, now she all in love +Love, it is a drug, her last man was a scrub +He only had a dub, walk around with five dubs +Real one in my blood, minerals keep me up +Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up +Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up +Minerals keep me up, minerals keep me up +I was one when I was in the cut +I was one and did it on my own3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The 1[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +(Yeah, okay +Yeah, yeah) +And this Lil Uzi Vert and, um (Okay) +The wave (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah (Okay, woah) +Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here, woah, okay) + +[Chorus] +I knew you were the one (Woah, yeah) +I ain't finished, never done (Okay) +Neck be shining like the Sun (Yeah) +Smokin', feel it in my lungs, yeah, ayy +Hit it once, never sprung (Woah, listen, ayy) +We ain't ever known to run (Woo) +Not even for a check (Let's go) +I be smokin' out my lungs (Yeah) +I can't even hold my breath (Woah) +Got a 30 in my gun, hope you got enough levels in your vest (Yeah) +Make her suck me 'til I'm numb, I just hope her mouth stop the stress (Let's go, let's go) + +[Verse 1] +Foreign girl with me, that's just for the week +I stay with some foreign shit on my feet +Stay with a foreign whip, this not a lease +I got bitches from the west to the east +Lil Uzi Vert turn that girl straight to a freak +If she a good girl, that bitch gonna eat +I make her tired, she walk on her knees (Let's go) +Woah, yeah, Toyo my tires, that's all on my feet +28 inches, that's all on my Jeep +I just started my life, but I'm in it too deep +Don't get on live 'cause they plottin' on me +These niggas lyin', they no friend of me +Back of they mind, they still my enemy +Only way they stop me, probably need ten of me +Never gonna happen hundred million years +I probably done been a hundred million clear +Ports, yeah, that's a jet, Leer +Tesla truck, automatic steer +Shave it all off, don't need no Nair +Leave that girl wetter than a tear (Yeah, yeah, let's go) +[Chorus] +I knew you were the one (Woah, yeah) +I ain't finished, never done (Let's go) +Neck be shining like the Sun (Bloaw) +Smokin', feel it in my lungs, yeah, ayy +Hit it once, never sprung (Woah, listen, ayy) +We ain't ever known to run (At all) +Not even for a check (Let's go) +I be smokin' out my lungs (Yeah) +I can't even hold my breath (Woah) +Got a 30 in my gun, hope you got enough levels in your vest (Yeah) +Make her suck me 'til I'm numb, I just hope her mouth stop the stress (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +I just hope her mouth stop the stress (Stress) +Hope her mouth stop me thinking (Let's go) +Cartier on my eyes, VVS, I ain't blinkin' (Uh) +Yeah, the feelings I get, I swear it is not the same +Tell me what you want, do you want love or you want fame? (Woah) +Better hurry up and make your mind up +No location on me, so you can't find us +All my bust downs got the wrong time 'cause you don't know when time's up (Let's go) +For the time being, stay with a model that look like Tyra +Uh, what is those all on your feet? Yeah +Wrist, uh, Patek Philipe, elite +I am the best, they can't beat, uh +Staying up, don't get no z's (Let's go), yeah +No ranch, I stay with the strips, yeah +Pockets, they full of blue cheese (Ah-choo), ayy +Swag, I swear that's my disease, yeah +That girl that you want, that's the one that I need +[Chorus] +I knew you were the one (Woah, woah, yeah) +I ain't finished, never done (Done) +Neck be shining like the Sun (Woah) +Smokin', feel it in my lungs, yeah, ayy +Hit it once, never sprung (Woah, listen, ayy) +We ain't ever known to run (No) +Not even for a check (Let's go) +I be smokin' out my lungs (Yeah) +I can't even hold my breath (Woah) +Got a 30 in my gun, hope you got enough levels in your vest (Yeah) +Make her suck me 'til I'm numb, I just hope her mouth stop the stress (Yeah) + +[Outro] +Let's go, I just hope her mouth stop the stress +Yeah, I just hope her mouth stop the stress +Yeah, [?] +Me and Wheezy, that's a wave +Tell the girl I want sex +Let's go, I just hope her mouth stop the stress +Yeah, I just hope her mouth stop the stress +Yeah, [?] +Me and Wheezy, that's a wave +Tell the girl I want sex4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Uzi Intro[Verse 1] +These bitches can't leave me alone +I swear I had to get me a new number, I copped me like 2 or 3 phones +And when I drop Dumber, I swear it's my summer +I'm rockin' Off White or Vlone +I jump in the Hummer, skirt off with your mama +That bitch was all in my home +She suckin' the clique, fuck every for commas +Don't let me get into my zone +And if you do that, I swear you in trouble +I feel like I am alone, cause you not my brother then I cannot trust you +These bitches be choosin' the most +You don't got no money then I don't even want you +My bands got up overnight, I'm fuckin' bitches, get money, I'm that muthafucka + +[Verse 2] +We winnin', we winnin', we winnin', whoever doubt that, well we winnin' +4K on my Chanel pretendin', you kissin her lip, well my dick what she kissin' +Said hunnids, no limit, no limit, got Master P money, bitch don't got a limit +Said hunnids, no limit, no limit, got Master P money, bitch don't got a limit +I need that table and 37, AK with that MAC-11 +Fuckboy bad then count his blessin', kill 'em all and leave you on a stretcher +Pencil this shit and learn your lesson, my gun hold like 47 plus 3, so you know my big gun we will knock down Mt. Everest24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rockstar (Party With the Demons)*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +Party with the demons +Yes, her body left, but her soul stayed (No) +Psycho anywhere, she has road rage (Woah) +She is so self-conscious 'cause her old age (Yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +How you doin' out there? +I said "How you doin' out there?"...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Live It Up (Countin’ Money)[Intro] +FKI +Skirr! + +[Hook] +Gettin' money, countin' mad dough, Young nigga gonna live it up +Audi R8, hella ice, you just got none, spit it up +Imma bring my team with me, made sure that I split it up +Japanese mixed with Brazilian, all my hoes be mixed up +Countin' money, I'm countin' money, Countin' money, I don't get enough +Countin' money all day and night, Countin' money, I don't get enough +Twenty, fifty, and a hunded, hunded, hunded, hundeds swear I don't get enough +Countin' money, countin' money, Lil Uzi don't get enough + +[Verse 1] +I ain't really interested in her, if she ain't tryna let me fuck +Swerving in a new Bentley, ridin' 'round with a million bucks +I know haters I got plenty, but I don't give a million fucks +Walk around I could see, dozing off of a million drugs +Hit, your ass just with the snow +Hang with the drug dealers and the thugs +Okay I swear that I'm in the mud +Okay I swear that I'm sipping mud +My bitch so dirty I need a bag +My bitch so spoiled, she need a bag +Celine, the Hermes, the Birkin bag +Spent ten thousand for my bitch, yeah +[Hook] +Gettin' money, countin' mad dough, Young nigga gonna live it up +Audi R8, hella ice, you just got none, spit it up +Imma bring my team with me, made sure that I split it up +Japanese mixed with Brazilian, all my hoes be mixed up +Countin' money, I'm countin' money, Countin' money, I don't get enough +Countin' money all day and night, Countin' money, I don't get enough +Twenty, fifty, and a hunded, hunded, hunded, hundeds swear I don't get enough +Countin' money, countin' money, Lil Uzi don't get enough + +[Bridge] +Gas, gas lean lean lean [?] xannie [?] +Gas lean lean lean gas, lean lean xan [?] +Gas lean lean lean gas lean lean lean xan[?] +[?] + +[Verse 2] +I am important (portant) +You know the regular flexin finessin, I swear that I'm ballin (ballin) +Most of these niggas can't do what I do so they stallin (stallin) +You still tryna argue with me hold on, "hello?" +Your baby mama be callin + +[Hook] +Gettin' money, countin' mad dough, Young nigga gonna live it up +Audi R8, hella ice, you just got none, spit it up +Imma bring my team with me, made sure that I split it up +Japanese mixed with Brazilian, all my hoes be mixed up +Countin' money, I'm countin' money, Countin' money, I don't get enough +Countin' money all day and night, Countin' money, I don't get enough +Twenty, fifty, and a hunded, hunded, hunded, hundeds swear I don't get enough +Countin' money, countin' money, Lil Uzi don't get enough4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Got Bandz[Intro] +Please, enter your password +First, get this message +Vert, I don't know what the fuck you're doing right now +But you better not be fucking no hoes to that dirty ass beat +Sorry +Vert, I need some dick right now +And my man ain't home, so come over +Nigga, and you better call me back +End of message, delete + +[Verse 1] +I got all types of hoes, some of them love 'em +Most of them don't, some of them suck dick +Some of them won't +Some of them humble and some of them flaunt +And some of them skinny, but most of them thick +Got college bitch and she major in dick +Got me a bitch used to be a Crip and she still got the 40 on her hip +Got me a bitch that love to suck dick and it's kinda funny, she got a lisp +And I got me a bitch that love designer bitch +Love that Givenchy and love that Saks 5th +Got me a bitch, she with the shit +Mushrooms and acid she stay off a trip +Man, enough about these bitches +[Verse 2] +Jewish bitch feed to me Latkes +After that spin her ass like a dreidel +I'm kickin' that shit just like soccer +And I'm plugged in like illegal cable +And if you is my main topper, then you all up on my table +My bitch look like Katara and she ride my dick like Opera +Fizzy murder, he a shotta and I wanna be like Silkk Da Shocker +And I made a lot of different of profits +Went from the noodles to the steak and the salads +And I'm so fly, I should be a stylist and I'm higher than a pilot +Now honest, Lil' Uzi, he the hottest +Nigga + +[Chorus] +I'm a man, what you sayin', you's a fan +Caught you dead on a frame, you's a lame +I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz +40K on a frame, you's a lame +I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz +What you sayin', what you sayin'? +I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz + +[Verse 3] +I got bands, I got bands +Taking trips 'cause I can +To motherland, to Japan +Miami, my hoe she getting too tan +Well damn, platinum in mouth and hand +Whippin' that shit out the pan +Fillet Mignon, eating on lamb +Damn, this shit wasn't in the plan +Chain on my neck weigh kilogram +MCM scarf, the color of sand +Pink bathing apes, feel like Killer Cam +You flexin' on cam', you probably get jammed, damn +[Chorus] +I'm a man, what you sayin'? +You's a fan +Caught you dead on a frame, you's a lame +I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz +40K on a frame, you's a lame +I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz, I got bandz +What you sayin', what you sayin'?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +GG (Intro)[Spoken Word: GG Allin] +Where other people stop, I accelerate +People say they're gonna do shit and they don't do it +I'm going all the way with it +The ultimate rock and roll sacrifice is death +When I die I don't die, my soul goes on +It's another invention +A bottle of death is exciting +Why do I wanna get old and be nothing? +Why do I want to be a poor human being? +I wanna do what I wanna do +And get everything done as quick as I gotta do it +And get the fuck out of there, go on +And then I can accelerate into the next life +And still leave my blood here +To be the blood of rock and roll and still be here +I'll never go away +But when I'm dead I will become stronger on Earth +And I'll become more powerful in the next life +There is no death +If I kill myself that doesn't solve the mission at all +The mission goes on and on and on +And people are so fucking stupid they don't understand that +They don't understand +They think "Yo, okay, you're gonna kill yourself, well that's stupid" Well you're fucking wrong +You're stupid for getting fucking old and boring and ignorant +Just like people on the jury that convicted me +I don't wanna be like you +I don't wanna be part of your fucking boring world +I wanna do what I wanna do +When I wanna end my life I'm gonna fucking end it +And I'm gonna be more powerful for it +And, and, all you people who say what I'm doing is wrong +You're just so fucking insecure +That you don't have the fucking balls to do it +You wanna say you're bad +But you don't really wanna fucking be bad +You just wanna pretend you are +Well I'm really gonna fucking do it +And that's what separates the real rock and roll underground +From the people who wanna just be pretend +You know bands +They come along and follow what I do and imitate what I do +I'm not just—2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +As!an Chicks[Intro] +G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahaha + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Okay this purple got my eyes tight, got my eyes tight +Sip that shit til' my mind right til my mind right +You sold your soul for the limelight, for the limelight +Just bought some shit that you can't afford for some blonde dikes + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Count something bitch, ho just count some money +I just sold a zone, spent half the profit on Givenchy +I got plenty shit, out your rim my nigga you can't find it +Oh you came wit' her +If I pull out my dick she top it +And my bitch be rollin', and rollin' off xanny pill +I look at that bitch like she crazy cuz +Purple shit just be the concoction +And my body filled up with toxins +My niggas wild out every day moshin' +Got dark skin, got light skin, got Puerto Rican bitch I got options +I'm eatin' good, nigga, that's kosher +Chopper real big fuck a holster +And if that bitch all on me I give her D except Felecia +And Lil Uzi just gettin' older, and Lil Uzi just gettin' wiser +And Lil Uzi just gettin' money, shit my pockets gettin' wider +Pray everyday cause you never know when its your time to go +Rest in peace my nigga Chico +Strong pockets but not stocky though +This bitch all on my dick stop it hoe +Know everybody u fuckin' hoe, Know everybody u toppin' hoe +So don't act different 'round me, just know you gotta go +Yes I coulda hit it but I turned it down you gotta go +Your shit so wide like hockey puck and a hockey goal +Or like spottin' my ass probably up in Montreal +Pussy wider than a god damn three day obstacle +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Okay this purple got my eyes tight, got my eyes tight +Sip that shit til' my mind right til my mind right +You sold your soul for the limelight, for the limelight +Just bought some shit that you can't afford for some blonde dikes +Okay this purple got my eyes tight, got my eyes tight +Sip that shit til' my mind right til my mind right +You sold your soul for the limelight, for the limelight +Just bought some shit you can't afford for some blonde dikes + +[Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid] +Ok it's going down {?} +Got white got black got Puerto Rican got Asian nigga +Got a lot of whores +I be ballin' heavy, nigga talking final four +I'm riding clean, 2014 +Why you riding that dinosaur +Promethazine connoisseur +All I smoke is that good shit +I'm the king in my city sitting good bitch +I'm a young black nigga and I'm hood rich10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lean[Verse 1] +Shorty spot my dick, looking just like she my hammer +Told that bitch keep the hammer on the dick +Told that bitch I am the man +Hit a nigga with the forty get fanned +Tell a nigga he get blammed +Why this nigga looking at me like he is a fan +Shorty, get the fuck outta here +Cause your bitch be geeked up, fam +Told that bitch suck on my team +Told that bitch I get the green +Drinkin' the lean +Codeine, codeine, codeine, with a little promethazine +I got the clip on that bitch and the stick hang out that bitch like that bitch is a limousine +Told that bitch I'm living can't be beat +In Los Veg, in the crib eatin', lean a cuisine +Got your hoe all up on me, I rock all the tommy +You ain't got no job, I call that nigga Tommy +Hit a nigga with the, hit a nigga with Tommy +Put a drum on the bitch, dick always in her stomach +Dick in her throat til that bitch wanna vomit +Told a nigga I'm high in the sky like a Comet +I'm gettin' money I'm countin' comma comma +I might fuck yo' momma, hit yo ass just right with the llama +I don't care about no shit, hit a bitch, feel like MC Hammer +I'm up on the shit, never going broke +Countin' ten fifteen hundred, too legit to fuckin' quit +I been giving bitches dick going in til that bitch suck my balls +If she got a cold, then I feed that bitch some how +I might move my bricks where the motherfuckin' U-Haul +I just talked to all my niggas +I got a plug from Coloradol, oops I mean Colorado +Told a bitch I go hard, play the Guitar +White bitch she live in Utah +I got all the clout, I got all the bitches +Yo wife be my hoe, Lil Uzi gonna glow +My ice bright like the snow +Told that bitch just to go, told that bitch I'm on go +[Verse 2] +Hit a nigga with the forty, AK-47 +Darko, darko, .223 in it +Hit a nigga up pop his body in +Tried to move move knocked his ass off his pivot +Told my bitches to jump on my dick +Just like a frog so she have to Ribbet ribbet +I might even hit that nigga with chirp +Told that nigga just give me what its worth +Told that bitch suck my dick and make it work +I got the money nigga smokin' purp, sippin' the lean +Told your bitch I'm gettin' money +I fuck with Blue Benjis no green +That be all hundreds, I just go crazy +I told your bitch she will not be my lady +Ew you make that bitch have your baby that bitch ate my baby + +[Outro] +What I say? I got all the clothes +I got everything +Countin' blue benji's, me don't fuck with green +I usually keep it green, bullets in yo' team +Chico world, nigga3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Stop[Chorus] +Don't stop +Don't stop +Don't stop +Don't stop +Bitch, don't stop +Don't stop (My nigga) +Don't stop (My nigga, my nigga) +Don't stop (My nigga) +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, bitch (My nigga, my nigga) +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi +Suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick, ho + +[Verse 1] +Sip rosé with my nigga Will 'cause my life is amazin' (Uh-huh) +And even if I touch 60 mil', paper, what I'm still chasin' +Ain't nothin' like the higher power, third eye but first placin' (Uh-huh) +And I talk about havin' thoughts (Uh-huh) about livin' threesomes with mixed asians (Uh-huh) +I feel like Uncle Luke bitch (Uh-huh), don't stop (Uh-huh) +And if she throw it at me, I won't stop I'll just hit it (Uh-huh) +It's a lot of shit I miss, but being broke, don't miss it +And if it look like a duck and it quack like a duck, nigga don't kiss it +Money what you love, nigga? Then go get it +Codeine what I love, boy, I slow sip it +Try and get out your contract (Uh-huh), gettin' 40/60 +And it's funny 'cause the sluts want my money so they all say they all miss me, damn +Real shit, real shit +And it's funny 'cause the sluts want the money so they all say they all miss me, damn +Fuck a bitch, fuck a thot +And it's funny 'cause the sluts want the—and they all say they— +You get it +[Chorus] +Don't stop +Don't stop, pop that pussy +Don't stop +Don't stop (Lil Uzi) +Bitch, don't stop (Vert) +Don't stop (Get it) +Don't stop (Young nigga) +Don't stop (Ion want it) +Yeah, on God +Lil Vert +Lil Uzi, bitch +Suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick ho (Pew pew pew pew pew pew, pew pew)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Shoulda Never[Verse 1] +Okay, we know you gon' snitch if they gon' sentence you +So we put trackers on our bullets, no time for the missing you +And even if they catch the flu, 'round flu season, not sick as you +And I hang around young killers that don't know where residuals is +Okay, I make songs, that's gonna make my pockets big +Okay, I make songs that get recited by your kids +They don't wanna handle love but broads got pictures of me on their cribs +And this is what it is, Got a big uzi on my ribs +Ya, uh, your life is ruined, that boy he doomed, I was in my room +And when I'm all done, better play this at my tomb +That's no time soon, I got too many moons +I got too many Rollies, cеrtificates my evidencе +Now I'm too turnt up, when the molly settle in +Laughin' to the bank, count blue money, heckling +Yes, they know my name, you don't know who's better then me + +[Chorus] +Lose my mind, you never know (Yeah) +I just might (Yeah) Might just blow (Oh) +Off anything, I say you know it go +Make her drop it all way to the floor +I shoulda never let that go +I shoulda never let that go +She drop that thing all way to the floor +I shoulda never let that go +[Verse 2] +Everything I say come out my head +And I run on the beat like that shit was a tread' +Inside the car, blue, outside red +I don't know where she live, met the hoe at Liv +I got chanel, like the shit proquete +Gotta fight, nigga and cut the bow-liter bed +And she wanna suck it up right in the 'coupe +But I got uncomfortable from the head +Everything I say come out my head +Even though I am a real hard head +She say "hit it slow", I hit it fast +Now tell me girl what would you do with the cash +You'd probably go buy a bag, and a ass +We goin' back to back, maybach +I might just drop the top on the rack +To show you I really don't throw on them racks +Okay, I walk with the sack, this my big boy swag +They said "You spendin' all of that?" Don't worry I'ma get it back +See you lookin' for a job, let me fill out my app' +I got spots around my crib, no you can't find my stash +I got lights all in my driveway just to find my path +Yes, I'm certified and nominated, front my plaques +I got diamonds on my neck, and Ronan baguettes +Every time I drop a girl, I look like "Who's next?" +[Bridge] +She so fine, Ivory +I went blind, I can't see +Baby girl, please don't leave +Cause I went blind, I can't see +Now I went bad, when I ran out of cash +Went to get a bag, and I'm speakin' all facts +I said now I went bad, when I ran out of cash +Went to get a bag, and I'm speakin' all facts, uh + +[Verse 3] +New Rari, race that +Pink slip, if I win take that +Don't wanna race me on the street? +We can go to human-made racetrack +Take that, take that, take that +Told her that after she taste that +We got different flavors, what's your swag? +Told the girl this is not a taste test +Yeah, this is not a taste test +Don't wanna lend a note, I hate that +Get money, nigga, hate less +What's the fee? Girl, you know I gotta check +Drop ten off ya, nigga, upset? +Nowadays walk around with a vest +Buy less chains gotta invest in a Bugatti, this not a 'Vette, yeah +Okay, talkin' 'bout that, uh, I can buy you that +Let me tie you up but you can't tie me back +Talkin' 'bout you love me want me, baby, I need that +I got different flavors, where the ice cream at? +Pull up with a new OffWhite, yeah, I'm the ice cream man +You keep talkin' 'bout OffWhite, you need to check your tan +Pull up with a new OffWhite, yeah, I'm the ice cream man +You keep talkin' 'bout OffWhite, you need to check your tan +[Chorus] +Lose my mind, you never know (Yeah) +I just might (Yeah) Might just blow +Off anything, I say you know, it go +Make her drop it all way to the floor +I shoulda never let that go +I shoulda never let that go +She drop that thing all way to the floor +I shoulda never let that go1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Can’t Move Me[Intro] +My car, it got two seats +Red lines on the blue seats +My car, it got two seats +Red lines on the blue— + +[Chorus] +Yeah, these haters can't move me (Yeah) +These niggas can't move me (No) +Say I'm fallin' off, um, please have two seats +My pockets got blue cheese, my whip smell like blue cheese +My car, it got two seats +Red lines on the blue seats +Your girlfriend wan' chose me, my new girl in movies +I heard you were smashing that, when she called you Uzi +You know she my groupie, super scared to lose me +These haters can't move me (What?) +These niggas can't move me (Lil Uzi) + +[Verse] +You think you're important, that I understand +You think you're important, that I understand (Yeah) +Drivin' in that foreign, you don't understand (No), yeah +Yeah, I be smokin' that gas, move 'round with contraband (Yeah) +Yeah, drivin' that whip so fast, girl on my side be tanned (Yeah) +Yeah, you know it's Mr. Hit-That, don't care if you got a man +Cooler than a fan, Mr. Pop-A-Rubber-Band +Hundreds in his hand (Yeah) +That's what she be sayin' when she talkin' to her friends +But I'm just assumin' she speak French 'cause she in France (What?) +Diamond on my left hand could pay four months of your rent +Diamond on my right hand look like left hand so they twins +Diamond on my right hand could pay four months of your Benz +Yeah, cousin in the kitchen whippin' chickens and them hens +Yeah, I stay with bad bitches, trade them sixes for them tens +I don't fuck with niggas 'cause these niggas ain't your friends +[Chorus] +Yeah, these haters can't move me (Yeah) +These niggas can't move me (No) +Say I'm fallin' off, um, please have two seats +My pockets got blue cheese, my whip smell like blue cheese +My car, it got two seats +Red lines on the blue seats +Your bitch she wan' chose me, my new girl like Loub' V's +I heard you were smashing that, when she called you Uzi +You know she my groupie, super scared to lose me +These haters can't move me (What?) +These niggas can't move me (Lil Uzi) + +[Outro] +My car, it got two seats +Red lines on the blue seats +My car, it got two seats +Red lines on the blue seats2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Show Me*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +(Uh-huh) +Yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah) +Woah (Uh-huh) +It's Lil Uzi Vert + +[Chorus] +Say you tough now, you gotta show me (Uh-huh) +My aim at his tire, put hole in 'em like slowly (Yeah yeah, uh-huh) +Plus these niggas tired and they so weak (Weak, uh-huh) +That nigga keep lying, keep on actin' like he know me (Me, oh, uh-huh) +I ain't gon' lie, these niggas, I swear they so phony ('Ny, ayy, uh-huh) +That nigga, he at my show, he somewhere in the nosebleeds (Bleeds, uh-huh) +Nowadays it's hard to tell who really is my homies (Ayy, uh-huh) + +[Verse] +Hold on, back up boy, you not a girl, so please don't joke me (Me, uh-huh) +Way bеfore they called mе, turned into the old me (Me) +Now she on me, on me, on me, on me 'cause I'm rich (Ayy, 'cause I'm rich) +Now she on me, on me, on me, on me 'cause I'm rich (Ayy, 'cause I'm rich) +I can't lie, no, I cannot resist (Ayy, ayy, never, yeah) +I can't lie, no, I cannot resist (Uh-uh, uh-huh) +If you fuck with me then I can't get your ass a kid (Yeah, uh-huh) +Diamonds on your neck, your ears, your ankles and your wrist (Wrist, uh-huh) +I'm so fly, twenty thousand on the fit (Fit, yeah, uh-huh) +I turn slime every time I'm rockin' Rick (Rick, yeah, uh-huh) +Okay, holy moly, Kodak Rollie, five, that Mille six (Uh, uh, uh-huh) +Any time I want, you know that I can make a hit (Oh yeah, uh-huh) +I'm from the trap and it is what it is (Yeah, uh-huh) +I don't do well with no compliments (Ayy, uh-uh, uh-huh) +Wait a minute, wait a minute, what's the move? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh) +Keep on goin', y'all know I can never lose (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh) +Not a second I ain't thinkin' about you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh) +This my world so you know I got the juice (Yeah) +And all these girls the same, I feel like Juice +And every time I see you, why you rude? +So tell me why you got this bad attitude? (Ayy, why?) +You say, "You love me," but I do not think that's true (Uh-uh) +I can tell that you mad, though (Mad) +And before you start yellin', I'ma blast off (Ayy, ayy) +[Break] +Yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy) +Yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy) +It's Lil Uzi Vert (Ayy, ayy) +Uh-huh +Uh-huh (Yeah) +Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah) +Uh-huh (Ayy, it's Lil Uzi Vert) + +[Chorus] +Say you tough now, you gotta show me (Uh-huh) +My aim at his tire, put hole in 'em like slowly (Uh-huh, yeah) +Plus these niggas tired and they so weak (Uh-huh) +That nigga keep lying, keep on actin' like he know me (Uh-huh) +I ain't gon' lie, these niggas, I swear they so phony (Uh-huh) +That nigga, he at my show, he somewhere in the nosebleeds (Uh-huh) +Nowadays it's hard to tell who really is my homies4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cake[Intro] +Sowoot, FKi +Hi FKi + +[Hook] +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls + +[Verse 1] +'Member never trust these hoes +'Member never trust these hoes +'Member never trust these hoes, number one get you dough +Every day check my clothes, I've got all these different clothes +All the lean got me slow, yeah that lean got me slow +Yeah them xans got me slow, yeah them xans got me slow +Smokin' gas, can't see, Headband OG +Ten bandz on me, no friends 'round me +Only Family +All the style on me +Yeah my chopper from the store, in the range driving slow +Them niggas tried to kill my bro +Now for him, I'ma blow +Now it's just me and my bro, middle fingers to the foes +We're just focused on the dough, I've been gettin' all this dough +[Hook] +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls + +[Verse 2] +I've been stayin' up late, I've been tryin' to break the bank +I was tryna crack the safe, put the diamonds in the face +Put the diamonds in the face, put the diamonds in her face +Go 200 while I race, go 200 while I race +I'm a star, I'm a star, stars on top of my wrist +Get the fuck out my face, you can't talk about no cake +Cause I've been gettin' cake +Ballin' like I'm Dr. J, ballin' like I am MJ +If she don't give the face, cancel her, Ricki Lake +Eatin' shrimp with the steak, eatin' lobster with the steak +And that's on Versace plates +I'm still tryna fuck on Shay, I'm still tryna fuck on Shay +And do not talk to me, whether ain't about the cake +[Hook] +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +I've been countin' all this cake +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls +Hundred thousand in my rolls5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Juiceman[Intro] +Someone find the boot man +Skurrt! Yeah, skurrt! + +[Hook] +Somebody find the boat man +Had your bitch all in my coupe, man +You got that gun, but you ain't shootin' +Quarter brick, half a brick like Juiceman +Aye (aye!), aye (aye! aye!), aye +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (aye!) +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (aye!) +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (okay!) +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (aye! aye!) + +[Verse 1] +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ, aye (okay!) +First club when I'm in LA, aye +Smokin' that gas where I lay, yeah +You can stay right in the house, aye +But you still is not safe, aye +Crackin' your head with the vase, aye +Money come every which way, aye +She spin on the dick like Beyblade, aye +My dreads they used to be braids, aye +Shootin' rappers like A Zae, aye +I am a warrior like Klay, aye +I am a shooter like Klay, aye +Take out my belt, Pootie Tang, aye +Tippy tow, tippy tay, aye +Movin', choppin' all the flakes, woo! +Yeah, I just be saucin' and dabbin' +Told your bitch to get on my dick +I been takin' these xannies, skurrt skurrt, and I'm crashin' +Yeah, somebody find a molly in the Pac-Man +My chopper turnin' you to ghosts like Pac-Man +[Hook] +Somebody find the boot man +Had your bitch all in my coupe, man +You got that gun, but you ain't shootin' +Quarter brick, half a brick like Juiceman +Aye (aye!), aye (aye! aye!), aye +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (aye!) +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (aye!) +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (okay!) +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (aye! aye!) + +[Verse 2] +She on my dick like a toad, aye +I might forget her tomorrow, aye +Covered in all black like I'm Zorro, aye +Aye! Rockin' the Polo like Marco, aye +Hit a nigga with a Darko, aye +Whippin' that white with my dark hoe, aye +Quarter brick, half a brick, thirty six hundred +All of these numbers like that is a barcode, (okay!) +Why that bitch lookin' at me like "Lil Uzi can you go save me?" +Put the dick right in that bitch +And I'd out with her with her hours [?] lazy +I'm getting money so every little bitch want me and they baby +I'm in the kitchen, I'm whippin', I swear I'm Bobby Flayin' +Sometimes I feel like I'm Gloin' cause Lil Uzi Super Saiyan +I am a real nigga, you is a bitch nigga, we not related +I boot up, I boot up, I boot up, I boot up now I just be shakin' +Yeah, yeah, make your bitch ass hit the pavement +[Hook] +Somebody find the boat man +Had your bitch all in my coupe, man +You got that gun, but you ain't shootin' +Quarter brick, half a brick like Juiceman +Aye (aye!), aye (aye! aye!), aye +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (aye!) +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (aye!) +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (okay!) +Quarter brick, half a brick, aye, aye +I feel like I am OJ (aye! aye!)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Group Chat*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Pack Runner Sav] +Hello? +Ayy, ayy, we was just watching Naruto +This bitch Sakura was kissin' on Sasuke +Oh, oh no, Pack Runner Sav comin' back, Pack Runner Sav comin' back, Pack Runner Sav comin' back, watchin' that DBZ +Goin' Super Saiyan like I'm Goku, what you mean? +Sav, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? +I just talked to Adam, he got bitches in the pool (Shoutout Perma) +Yeah, he got bitches in the pool +I just talked to Adam, he got bitches in the pool (It's Lil Uzi Vert) +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Backpack on me, I got big racks (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah) +Broke boys, no noise, no, they do not get that (Ayy) +Any watch that's on my wrist, I give my bitch that (Yeah) +Technically, this girl not mine, I've got to give this bitch back +I told that ho she can leave but better give my shit back +I be rocking skinny jeans like where you put your stick at? (Oh) +Goyard bag still on my body, that's where my clip at (Yeah) +I wear so much designer I gotta wear it mismatched + +[Verse 1] +One of my bitches go with my friend and I'ma risk that +I stopped taking every drug, but Percocet, can't kick that (Ayy) +This bitch want me for my heart, I swear I need my lick back +I be on my pack runner shit, I just hit my group chat (Runner) +I feel like I'm Fletcher while you do that (Yeah) +Dirty Dan, I pull up with two straps (Dirty Dan) +Yes, I'm number one like I'm with [?] (Yeah) +Man, shoutout to my boy, Brad (What up, Brad?) +I'm so high, where I put my coupe at? (Skrrt, Skrrt) +I done dropped a four in this Fanta (Why you do that?) +Niggas tryna figure me out just like I'm Anna (Ayy) +Bitch, I am a Rickstar, Rick on my bandana (Ayy) +[Chorus] +Backpack on me, I got big racks (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah) +Broke boys, no noise, no, they do not get that (Ayy) +Any watch that's on my wrist, I give my bitch that (Yeah) +Technically, this girl not mine, I've got to give this bitch back +I told that ho she can leave but better give my shit back +I be rocking skinny jeans like where you put your stick at? +Goyard bag still on my body, that's where my clip at (Yeah) +I wear so much designer I gotta wear it mismatched + +[Verse 2] +Yeah +No, you cannot party here (Oh, nah) +I just talked to Nick, he got a brand new Cartier (Nick) +I just talked to Jordan, yeah, he tryna ball this year (Aye) +Man, shoutout to Jaden, just like his avi, we got the same friends +(Yeah) +Man, shoutout to Josh, he brang the drink right in this bitch with a fan (Bah) +Yeah, I'm the same nigga that can't hold it steady (Yeah) +I got your bitch on my dick and she wetty +I run the world like my name was just Wesley, yeah +Diamonds in my chain, bitch, I shine like I'm [?] (Chris) +Abe in this bitch with a whole lot of loot +Hiem hit me up, a.k.a Mira Woo +Shoutout to my young nigga David, too +Whole lot of Benjis, gettin' Benjis and they blue +[Chorus] +Backpack on me, I got big racks (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah) +Broke boys, no noise, no, they do not get that (Ayy) +Any watch that's on my wrist, I give my bitch that (Yeah) +Technically, this girl not mine, I've got to give this bitch back +(Come on) +I told that ho she can leave but better give my shit back +I be rocking skinny jeans like where you put your stick at? +Goyard bag still on my body, that's where my clip at +I wear so much designer I gotta wear it mismatched (Yeah) + +[Outro] +Shoutout Abe, yeah +Shoutout Yousef, yeah +Shoutout Bibby, yeah +Shoutout Bryce, yeah +Shoutout J.R., yeah +What's good, Mike? Yeah +Big Pack Runner Sav, yeah +Shoutout Bobby, yeah11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Goose ChaseLyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Yeah, I went to sleep (What) with a bag (With a bag, yeah) +Then I woke up with a bigger bag (A bigger bag, yeah) +She ain't have no father figure so she call me dad (So she call me dad, yeah) +I went Lambo' for my first car, I ain't want a Jag (Skrrt, yeah) +Yeah, I ain't want a Benz (Want a Benz) +You hating' on me 'cause you don't wanna win (Damn) +Saw that SLS now I just want a Benz + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, AMG kick +Know she slob on my knob like it's three-six (Damn) +When I was younger, no, it wasn't cool to eat it +Now I swim in that ocean 'til I'm seasick (I do) +Stay real 'til I die and I mean it, yeah (Yeah) +Fake niggas got money too, I seen it, yeah (Yeah) +Diamonds all up on my wrist, I need three wrists, yeah (Yeah) +Damn these boys takin' my style, that's that free drip, yeah (Huh?) +That's that free drip (Yeah), don't believe her (No) +Pull up like, "Skrrt, skrrt," that two-seater (Skrrt) +From my fans, chase me like Justin Bieber (What? Damn, what?) +Everybody makes mistakes, why I ain't leave her? (Yeah) +Everybody in my face but I can't see ya (Stevie Wonder) +All these thots, they call my phone, like, "You don't need her" (Bye-bye, yeah) +This bitch is gnat, gnats, no, I don't feed 'em (Gnat, gnats) +Pescatarian, ain't no chicken in my caesar (Fish) +[Interlude] +DP on the beat + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I went to sleep (What) with a bag (With a bag, yeah) +Then I woke up with a bigger bag (A bigger bag, yeah) +She ain't have no father figure so she call me dad (So she call me dad, yeah) +I went Lambo' for my first car, I ain't want a Jag (Skrrt, yeah) +Yeah, I ain't want a Benz (Want a Benz) +You hating' on me 'cause you don't wanna win (Damn) +Saw that SLS, now I just want a Benz + +[Verse 2] +Where's the love, yeah, hunnids, want no dubs, yeah (Ayy) +Want no scrubs, yeah, boy, I made it out the mud, yeah (What?) +Smoke that good dope, shit that leave you stuck, yeah (Ayy) +She got good throat, shit that leave you stuck, yeah (Yeah) +I'm so high up, yeah, that's that liftoff (Wait) +You a big dog, tell what my wrist cost (Yeah) +She got that dry nose (Ayy), like a sick dog (Ayy) +I'm so high, put my clothes on like I'm Criss-Cross (Wait) +Your breath stink, you need some Lister' (Hey) +You can't smoke my blunt, I see your blister (Yeah) +I can't believe that nigga kissed her (Yeah) +Glad I missed her, glad I fucked her sister (What?) +[Interlude] +DP on the beat + +[Outro] +Yeah, I went to sleep (Yuh) with a bag (Then I fucked her sister) +Then I woke up with a bigger bag +She ain't have no father figure, so she call me dad +I went Lambo' for my first car, I ain't want a Jag +Yeah, I ain't want a Benz +You hating' on me 'cause you don't wanna win2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We On It[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, yeah +Lil Uzi +Lemme see dat +What up Charlie? + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Twenty bitches dick riding a nigga +Twenty niggas standing beside of nigga +Is it good fortune important choices +Now they all wanna ride with a nigga +Where was you when I was off in the beginning +Ain't take three stripes for a nigga +Took me out but now a nigga winnin' +Took me out but now a nigga winnin' +Y'all just be hatin' on a youngin' +Want collab from a youngin' +But a couple months ago +Wasn't thinkin' bout a youngin' (No) +What you know about trappin' +On a God damn Monday +Half an hour got rid of a onion +I'm finessin' and I'm stuntin' (Ah!) +You niggas fakin' and your bitches bad +And I don't like you, like your bitch's dad +I'm from the city where everybody wanna be from the north +Cause they think that's just where the winners at +And I swear I wanna be where the women at +Overseas with my team sippin' gin and jack +And most these rappers ain't feelin' that +Then again most these rappers be really wack +And you talk about juugin', but you really trap +Got nicks and dimes money barely stacked +And a bitch I fucked over nigga barely tapped +And I thought you had bars where the coffin at +'Cause you a dead motherfucker, dressed all in black +I'm still a lean head and I'm off the act +Well not right now I ain't off the act +Cause this too crazy to be off the act +And most these niggas they be soft as crap +And you get em steamed up now they hard as crack +Pull up in a Beamer oh you parkin' that +Wait I thought that was yours why you walkin' back +And I'm 'bout to grab the Porsche nigga, horse in back +Swear to god I'm bout to bring flossin' back +And my bitch ass is so soft and fat +Yeah my bitch ass is so soft and fat +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +We on it +If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it (We is) +Money piled up I can't see my opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +If it's 'bout the money then you know that we on it +Money piled up I can't see my opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it + +[Verse 2: Lee Mazin] +I got 20 bitches ridin' with me +20 more we all slide-in for free +Ain't tell you I was 43 deep +22 niggas mobbin' with me +They be mobbin' for free +Oh shit, Giuseppe's strapped so don't trip +This mac invadin' my lip +The pretty girl sip +The selfie those flicks +Damn, 20 cameras all on me +Lil chick like diamond weeks +Fresh do let it bop with a weave +Love a lil' nigga who will bop on his knees +And I got a boy who will pay for it all +Anything I want, lemme get stingy +I can take trips, I can call whips +Last name Frank, first name Benji +If it's 'bout money den I'm on it +Go 'head, show me my opponent +If she really want it, tell her she can have it right now +Never met a queen who was scared to back down +Who woulda thought that they knew me +'Cause they run me down like Boosie +Nigga havin' dreams he could do me +Now I'm on a track with Lil Uzi +So they don't like the way I do it, and they hate that I'm on top +Wishin' they could fix my brakes, they like damn, she won't stop +Now that money talk +I do anything that I want +Oh, you mad? +I done made my fuckin' way to the front, bitch +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +We on it +If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it +Money piled up I can't see my opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +If it's 'bout the money then you know that we on it +Money piled up I can't see my opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +If its 'bout the money then you know that we on it +Money piled up I can't see no opponent +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it +Look at these oppositions swear to god that they want it13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +GrandmotherLyrics from Snippets + +[Verse] +Jumping in my Benz, Benz (Skrr, skrr) +I just fucked on twins, twins (Twin, twin) +All my bitches 10s, 10s (Flah, flah, flah) +You still got spinning rims, man +I just took a Xanny (Oh my God) +In front of my granmammy (Close your eyes) +She said "What is that, man?" (Oh my god) +I said "Grandma, it is candy" (Close call) +My bitch is + +[Chorus] +I feel like Justin Bieber (Justin Bieber) +I got money like I'm Justin Bieber (Justin Bieber) +My bullets are like heat seekers (Catching you) +Bitch I will just treat herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Myron (Original)Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +(Supah Mario on the beat, nigga) +Yeah, yeah +Ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh, pew + +[Chorus] +Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me) +I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast) +Only blue, no green don't excite me (Green) +I could make a ho out your wifey (Beep) +Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Yeah) +Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Yeah, yeah) +Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockey, bling, blaow) +Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Oh well) + +[Verse] +'Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie (Yeah) +Your girl's a five but your mom is a dime piece (Ayy) +And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie (Miss Connie) +I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie (Bonnie) +These bitches, they think they dandy but they be just lyin' (Bitches lyin') +Got a lil' bitch, can't throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin' (Try) +When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin' (On God) +VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds (Woah) +I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin' (Woo) +Had that boy's bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin' +Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon (So wet) +I stand on my money then my height, it turn to 9' 10" (Yeah), yeah +These niggas be bitin' (Fuck, yeah) +Grra-ta, I'm not really with the fightin' (Grrah-brrah-brrah), yeah +Me and her was vibin' (Yeah) +Yeah (Yeah) +Your bitch call me Myron (Okay) +Ninety thousand, that's a light day (Yeah), yeah (That's a light) +I can tell you, it's the real spill (Yeah, I can tell you, it's the real), yeah +Fucked your bitch just for a light bill (Yeah), yeah +Banana clip, I ain't gon' slip on the peel (Yeah) +Hot grease, bitch, we poppin' (Poppin'), yeah +Ballin' on that nigga like I'm Thompson (Thompson), yeah +Chopper got splendid, was like the Johnson (Johnson) +Johnson Johnson, vacation right to Dubai (Dubai) +Kicking shit so hard, I stopped doin' ju-tai (Mwah) +Twenty thousand Christian Dior my suit tie (Yeah) +Got a black girl and she got blue eyes (Eyes) +Came up, on the real, got 'em shoes tied +Starin' at lil' homie +Stop starin' at lil' homie +You ain't fairin' nothin' on me +We ain't hearin' that lil' homie +Pull up 'CLaren on new homie +Skrr-skrr, pull up on my lonely +I just fucked all her friends +She start cheerin' on her homies +[Bridge] +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine) +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine) +...7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Way Back*Lyrics from Snippet + +My diamonds go retarded +Keep droolin', got my wrist wet (This way) +Told a bad girl, "Get your lips wet" (This way) +Told a bad girl, "Get your lips wet" (This way) +Told a bad girl, "Let's just sex" +Told a bad girl, "Let me hit that" (Ayy) +You can lay your head on my six pack (Six pack) +'Cause you know we go way back +Way, way, way, way backEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pocket Stuffed*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +Woah +Is your pocket stuffed or what? +Is your pocket stuffed or what? +Is your pocket stuffed or what? +Is your pocket stuffed or what? +Is your pocket stuffed or what? +Is your pocket stuffed or what? +Is your pocket stuffed or what?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In da Field (Freestyle)[Intro] +Lil Uzi, Yeah yeah +You know I'm savage + +"Aye Bully Drop That Shit" + +[Verse] +.40 Glock posted on the block +And my shorty pop when that forty stop +You a cold rat informing cops +And all we do is hit the opps +Got a forty shot in your fitted cap +Bitch sucking dick and she been a thot +Riding four Gs with them tie-on locks +She sipping lean, get high a lot +We busting shells and we throwing shots +From Philadel' where they die a lot +You ain't putting in work, you ain't high a lot +Only thing you do is lie a lot +I know some niggas that sock the cops +I know some niggas that shot a cop +I'm 'bout my cream, Promethazine +And I whip the til' my til' my hand lock +She sucking dick, nut in her eyes +Fucked her so hard she feel paralyzed +Lil Uzi vert he a monster +That AK gon' terrorize +I ain't scared nigga I take a life +I ain't got the gun I'll shake the knife +Ain't got that put your shit on ice +She sucking dick she ain't been a dyke +Important (Important) +Yeah my jewels been imported (Imported) +Oh that bitch ain't white I swear she imported (She not) +Flawless, ass so fat it look like a target +I love the farmers +Regular bitch proceed 'em with caution (No, no) +Bargains, I get that lean by the bargains +Flossin' they askin' me how much that shit costin' +Sorry, I can't tell you hoe get off me (Thot) +Sorry, I can't tell you hoe get off me (Thot, thot) +Get off me, I'm winnin' +Lil Uzi be sinnin' (Lil Uzi) +Got a bitch on me +Got hundred racks and I be spending (My nigga) +Platinum plus the grill, can't fuck with no gold (No, no) +Yeah I got a bitch 36 years old (Yeah) +Yeah I got a brick, thirty six O's +Yeah I killed that, feel like I'm the bro +Okay she might be the hoeski, pass her to the broski +Gettin' all this money whip that shit like cannolis +I just did it, spent it spend it +Talkin' on my pivot +Yeah nigga I'm piff (Yeah) +Yeah I'm still on my pivot (Yeah) +I feel like I'm Scottie Pippen +I feel like I'm Jordan (Jordan) +Most of my bitches be whorin' (Be whorin') +I prolly can get that shit +Water whip that brick +Yeah I just got a bitch ice tea like its Brisk +I just killed it +Damn, damn, Lil Uzi (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +Lil Uzi lil uzi thats what the groupies say +Lil uzi, lil uzi, let the toolie spray +Lil uzi, lil uzi the life before the fame (yeah yeah) +You know I'm bout to be on top +You know I just got the old rocks +You know got the hood rocks +Still up in my +I just just get it +I just said just flip it +I turn around and all up out +And know I'm wit' it +Is you with it +You with it, I'm with it +Prometh', Prometh' you know I'ma sip it +[Outro] +Hold up +Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn +Lil Uzi4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cartel[Chorus] +Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel +Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel +I swear I love my cartel +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move it through mail +I swear I love my cartel +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move it through mail + +[Verse 1] +My money is looking real well +And I would not sell my soul (No) +But I just worked like hell +And I been just sippin' a pint +And I’m been into a law, never holding me back +An op Never holding me down +These goofy ass niggas be clown +Until they get hit with the pound +They life flash before their eyes both +They fall to they face they mouth hit the ground +All my niggas be dogs, don't make me call up the hound +They will put you right down +They spitting them infamous rounds +We on top and you way under +Don't see a hater like I'm Stevie Wonder +Sixty racks top a brick thats a quick returner +Straight from the 99 Number One Stunna (Ya heard me) +Hit her deep, thats my number one gunner +All year around we travel everyday is summer (In Miami) +Countin' big face hundreds, pockets big like 80 hummers +No child abuse when I whip the baby up +[Chorus] +Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel +Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel +I swear I love my cartel +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move it through mail +I swear I love my cartel +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move through mail +They traffic it move through mail + +[Verse 2] +Whip it, diamonds like ATL benji +Blowing the cash all at Lennox +Whipping the white off the pigeon +Yeah the clip always extension +Codeine and Sprite got me dippin' +They throwin' your time now you snitchin' +Its crazy how bitches be bitchin' +The trap on the block got me richer +And she bounce the dick like she switches +Niggas talking they dissin' +My trigger finger just be itchin' +Yeah I got weight but ain't lifting +I switch positions they missing +Got bitch work at Onyx she stripping +Want me buy her shit but she trippin', she trippin' +On top of me jocking me sucking me properly actually sucking me sloppily +50 in hundreds my wrists'll be bopping +Got so much damn money I start speakin' Guapense +Lettucce and broccoli bread with a lot of cheese +Honestly none of you niggas is hot as me honestly +None of you niggas is hot as me, bitches on my dick +And they just be jockin' me +Codeine and promethazine thats the dietary +Its lot of 'diene is always inside of me +Honestly when I die have a riot please +She keep on saying no but she keep eyeing me +I got so much guap and that bitch rely on me +I never cut a check and no I'm not lying B +No I'm not lying B, no I'm not lying B +[Chorus] +Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel +Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel Cartel +I swear I love my cartel +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move it through mail +I swear I love my cartel +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move it through mail +They traffic it move through mail +They traffic it move through mail4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Freestyle[Intro] +Damn, damn, damn + +[Verse 1] +Yeah ,yeah +Rollin' backwoods to the face +I just fucked your bitch all in her face, ayy +.40 Smithon Wesson all on my waist, ayy, ayy +Reach my pistol now you first 48, ayy +Now you missing without a trace, ayy +You is not on no First 48 +Oh, I will leave you dead ay, hollows in your head, ayy +I got shooters, I got shooters, ayy +I got shooters, I got shooters, ayy +I got shooters +Fuck your bitch all in her coochie yeah +This Uzi will mute you, yeah (Shut up boy) +My dirty lil' niggas will do ya +My DC niggas dirty doing +What are you pursuing, ayy, ayy, ayy +Lil Uzi be 'Rari coupin', ayy +Yeah, I fuck all these bitches with no condoms, ayy +I might end up fucking your mama, ayy +Everything I got is designer, yeah +I'm tryna fuck on your mama, yeah +Please let me fuck on your mama, yeah +Blowing up the scene like I'm Osama, yeah +I got that chopper yeah, boy you is an opper, yeah +You talking to 12, aye, boy this chopper give you hell, ayy +Diplomats you smoke with hellrats, ayy +Boy this chopper give you hell, ayy +Boy you better chill, ayy +Diamond grill its on chill +Taking Xanny on my pill, ayy +Boy, you got a pill, ayy +AK banana clip with active peel yeah +My girl black hair brazilian +My crib bigger than a building +All you lil' boys is my children +Oh my God, what is this feeling? +Never had this much money (Oh my God) +So I'm counting all this money (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Her pussy is sweet like honey, boy, you is so bummy +She sniff that coke til her nose runny +Can't no fuck nigga run me +All these bitches now they love me +Yeah don't put nothing above me +Don't put nothing above meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Count ItLyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +...A-ha-ha-ha +Count it, count up the money +Count it, count up the stacks +Count it, count up the bands +Count it, count up the racks (A-ha-ha-ha) +Count it, count up the money +Count it, count up the stacks +Count it, count up the bands +Count it, count up the racks (A-ha-ha-ha) +Count it, count up the money +Count it, count up the stacks +Count it, count up the bands +Count it, count up the racks +Count it... (A-ha-ha-ha)... + +[Verse] +...[?] boy, you know how to act boy +[?], trench boy, [?] +Like that bitch was fan, boy +Don't ask boy, rockstar swag with the bling, boy +I'm little Uzi but I stay with that MAC, boy (That MAC, boy)... +...Boy don't call me 'less you want some action +You see [?], I'm gettin' so accurate +Every time I do a handstand, make that... +...We got silencers without no attachments +I believe that I can fly every time I make that pack lift +Plain Patek Philipe on my wrist, man this shit look like a Atlas1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mood (Marshmello Remix)[Hook] +Yeah +Fuck these niggas 'cause they always bein’ extra (what, yeah, yeah) +All these diamonds on me, I don't feel no pressure (no) +Money comin' in like I am an investor (yeah) +She tried to take a break but I already left her (bye-bye) +Woah (what?), when I’m in my car, yeah +Woah, look up at the stars, just like, "woah" (oh, woah) +No feelings involved, yeah +No feelings involved (no way) +Put that on my dawg + +[Verse 1] +I said no feelings involved (yeah) +Put that on my dawgs (put that on my dawgs) +Put that on my dawgs +I said no feelings involved (no, no) +Okay, okay, I don't need it +I don't need it, I don't want it +I won't keep it, matter fact I might delete it +Then repeat it, yeah +Why you keep on going back? (yeah) +I got my reasons like (yeah) +I got my reasons like (yeah) +Car so fast, yeah, it's moving like a beam of light (zoom, skrrt) +Best rockstar all time hope that I don't die +'Cause I’m immortal +Too bad you a mortal (too bad, too bad) +No wonder you normal +Your girl saw me once, yeah +She said I’m adorable +My diamonds so sick (what?) +This shit is not curable (damn) +[Hook] +Yeah +Fuck these niggas 'cause they always bein’ extra (what, yeah, yeah) +All these diamonds on me, I don't feel no pressure (no) +Money comin' in like I am an investor (yeah) +She tried to take a break but I already left her (bye-bye) +Woah (what?), when I'm in my car, yeah +Woah, look up at the stars, just like, "woah" (oh, woah) +No feelings involved, yeah +No feelings involved (no way) +Put that on my dawg + +[Bridge] +Like ooh (woah) +Why you wanna mess up my mood? (yeah) +Wish that you were me ’cause you're not cool (you're not cool, yeah) +Lookin' like a fool (like a fool) +Like a dog barkin' at the moon (why?) + +[Verse 2] +Like ooh (woah) +Why you wanna mess up my mood? (yeah) +Wish that you were me 'cause you're not cool (you're not cool, yeah) +Lookin' like a fool (like a fool ) +Like a dog barkin' at the moon (why?) +'Cause I'm shinin' (yeah) +Like, look at these diamonds (look at these diamonds) +Like, look at these diamonds +Tired of these niggas, I swear they be lyin' +I never keep it, you know I will not +Doin' these drugs, yeah, I'm outta my body, yeah +Outta my body +Real niggas, yeah, they right here right beside me, ooh +Stay on track, roller coaster, yeah +Fuck her once, keep her closer, yeah (yeah) +My car fast, but I drive slower (why?) +Drop the top, make it hold up (yeah) +[Hook] +Yeah +Fuck these niggas 'cause they always bein' extra +All these diamonds on me, I don't feel no pressure (no) +Money comin' in like I am an investor (yeah) +She tried to take a break but I already left her (bye-bye) +Woah, when I'm in my car, yeah +Woah, look up at the stars, just like, "woah" (oh, woah) +No feelings involved, yeah +No feelings involved (no way) +Put that on my dawgEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Uzi Manson[Intro] +Yeah +Yeah +Yeah + +[Hook] +I work hard for every lil thing that I got +I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot +I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not +All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I got that a lot +I work hard for every lil thing that I got +I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot +I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not +All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I get that a lot +I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot +All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot +Yeah I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot +All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot + +[Verse 1] +Yea money on fold, after that been a lot +Boy your trap don't go, like you said you had the flock +I put bag for ya hoe and my dick in your bitch mouth +After she swallow, make her get up out my house +Rolling down the window, throwing all this money out +Diamonds all up in my grill, bitch I feel like Swishahouse +I could show you how it feel, what this gettin' money about +I turn 5 to a 10, 20 to a 50 now +Grab a Big Body Benz, that just from the whipping now +Actavis, High-Tech, man my niggas sipping now +Sipping sipping sipping now, oh shit, I'm dipping now +If you ain't sucking dick then bitch you ain't allowed +[Hook] +I work hard for every lil thing that I got +I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot +I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not +All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I got that a lot +I work hard for every lil thing that I got +I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot +I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not +All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I get that a lot +I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot +All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot +Yeah I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot +All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot (a lot) +I get that a lot (a lot), sipping sipping +Sipping sipping sipping now, oh shit, I'm dipping now + +[Verse 2] +Yea, Lil Uzi got run the town, I am the guy of my town +Nigga, I am getting getting getting getting all of these money around +Put my dick right in that bitch, now my dick it gonna drown +Know that bitch she get that water, white on white like the water +Lil nigga I'm your father, yeah I'm on block and I'm serving +If I might give a bitch serve, then that your nigga just be swerving +Told your girl I got the papers, Lil Uzi he got the haters +Rolling in black elevators, rolling down like escalators +[Hook] +I work hard for every lil thing that I got +I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot +I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not +All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I got that a lot +I work hard for every lil thing that I got +I could fuck every lil dumb bitch on the spot +I'm a thug, girl yeah, I'm a thug and you not +All these hunnids, hoe yeah, I get that a lot +I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot +All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot +Yeah I get that a lot, yeah I get that a lot +All these hunnids, girl yeah, I get that a lot9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Feelings Mutual (Demo)Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse 1] +Back then I saw no one but you +Gave you my racks and I splurged too +Calling my phone and I curved you +Hope this song really don't hurt you +AP froze (What), time so slow, yeah, hit reverse +Margiela all on my coat (Coat) +Got buttons, but leaving it open (Open) +So they can all see my shirt (My shirt), Rick Owens all on my shirt (My shirt) +I can't believe I made it out the dirt +That was back then when my pockets was hurt +Pockets so stuffed that them shits still be hurtin’ +Walk with the Goyard, they say its a purse +Louis scarf on me it look like a curtain +My main girl a doctor, my side girl a nurse +They keep on talkin' (Woah) +They keep on talkin' (They hatin') +All these girls up in the club, why you lookin' at Vert? (Why?) +I am not worried because when my niggas come +They gonna need a white curtain +Your boyfriend hate my "Bad And Boujee" verse +She gave me head so I called her a nerd + +[Chorus] +I can't feel, no +I can't feel, I can't feel, yeah +I can't feel +My body's numb +Baby because I am so hurt, yeah +I feel the pain in the rain +Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth) +Not my first merry-go-round +Not my first merry-go-round yeah +Living life just with a curse +Before I go in a hearse +Told you that I love you first +Told you that I love you first, oo +Nowadays I gotta swerve you +I took you out of the fur boots +[Verse 2] +I'm doing fine now (Yo), I'm doing fine now +No, I do not need nobody now +No, I do not need nobody now +No girl don't make a sound +You don't wanna argue about body count (No) +You don't wanna talk about body count +You don't wanna talk about body count +What is all this fighting all about +It's the bodies that I'm finding out (Yah) +It's the bodies I don't know about (Aha) +So many bodies like a murder trial +You used to say that it's word of mouth +But I love you so you're bondin' out +But I love you so you're bondin' out (Yo) +Grandma and Mom love you now +I'm so high I ain't comin' down +I'm so high I ain't comin' down +I'm so high I ain't comin' down +Hate me then, but they love me now (Yeah, talk to 'em) +Love me then, but they hate me now +It don't matter, got the paper now +I'm so numb + +[Chorus] +I can't feel, no +I can't feel, I can't feel (Yo) +I can't feel, my body's numb +Baby because I am so hurt (Yeah) +I feel the pain in the rain +Tell me, what's my time and worth? (Worth) +Not my first merry-go-round +Not my first merry-go-round, yeah +Living life just with a curse +Before I go in a hearse +Told you that I love you first +Told you that I love you first, o +Nowadays I gotta swerve you (Yeah) +I took you out of the fur boots +[Outro]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Aye*Gettin' that money, know I'm gon' spend it +Countin' that money, gettin' them digits aye +Gettin' that money aye +THEY Gon' hate +Took your bitch right on a date +On my dick she ? +In a rari or a Wraith +I wanna flex in a Wraith +Put money in a safeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On My Bank[Hook] +Pull up hundred miles an hour had to pump my brake +Stackin' all my guala have to count my cake +Watch these hundreds pile up put that on my bank +You can trust nobody cause they all be fake +Watch these hundreds pile up put that on my bank +Watch these hundreds pile up put that on my bank +Watch these hundreds pile up put that on my bank + +[Verse 1] +Knockin' on her door... +All these haters watchin' [?] haters with me +Heard you crack them cards that be that tricky business +Put my dick in that broad that be that sticky businesss +When you look at my ice it just be drippin' drippin' +When you look at my ring it just be bling blow +Took a hipster bitch to shop at V Files +I got bread on bread I'm the cash cow +Bitch give me some head while I'm layin' down +I'm in Chinatown whippin...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Dumber[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Diamonds in my chain make it dumber +Diamonds in these rings make it dumber +Money in my Balmain jeans make it dumber +Bitch I'm swerving in that Range bitch my steering Dumber +Diamonds in my chain make it dumber +Diamonds in my rings make it dumber +Money in these Balmain jeans make it dumber +Nigga swerving in that Range, Dumber + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Girl gave me brain now that bitch dumber +I will never save her I won't call her number +And I'm in MIA for the fuckin' summer +Lookin' at these pics tryna get with Summer +Money coming fast yeah I make it double +I'm the Birdman like my name was Stunna +Mrs. Officer always tryna cuff us +She gone need life alert when a nigga fuckin +Got like 4 chains and like 4 rings +Forgiato rims in that new Range (Skrt skrt) +Got like 4 chains with like 4 rings +Forgiato rims in that new Range +Money like a nigga all of a sudden now +Tell'em body shootin he go bluffin' now +Yeah they all on me yeah they on me now +Oh back then they was frontin' now +That's when a nigga was down +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Diamonds in my chain make it dumber +Diamonds in these rings make it dumber +Money in my bombin' jeans make it dumber +Bitch I'm swerving in that range bitch my steering Dumber +Diamonds in my chain make it dumber +Diamonds in my rings make it dumber +Money in these Balmain jeans make it dumber +Nigga swerving in that range my ceiling​​ Dumber + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +She can call me everything but a cheapskate +Yeah I need that new Audi R8 +Put that bitch on Forgis thats them new skates +Lobster and that Steak on a nigga plate (I'm eatin' now) +They said Uzi how you livin' man I'm living great (I get it) +I ain't got time to fuckin' hate (I don't I don't) +Man that Uzi how you living nigga (I'm livin') +Man I swear that I'm living great (Yeah) +I be counting bands out the bands thou (Money money money) +I be putting work in the bando (Trap spot trap spot) +Yeah I need a whole new Lambo (Skrt, skrt) +I be coppin' choppers like I'm Rambo, bouta go Rambo +Nigga you ain't bout it, nigga you ain't bout it +In my city, I swear a nigga heavy (I'm heavy)​​ +Like a pair of Foamposites +Fuck nigga stop it +[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Diamonds in my chain make it dumber +Diamonds in these rings make it dumber +Money in my Balmain jeans make it dumber +Bitch I'm swerving in that range bitch my steering Dumber +Diamods in my chain make it dumber +Diamonds in my ring make it dumber +Money in these Balmain jeans make it dumber +Bitch I'm swerving in that Range my steering Dumber +Lil uzi Lil Uzi6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +SHE ON ME[Chorus] +Tell your bitch to stop, she want me +I just tell your hoe get off me +Fuckin' with me like get off me +Now She see bands now she on me +See bands now she on me +She see bands now she on me +Tell that hoe bitch get off me +And tell that old bitch to get off me +See my bands now she on me +She see my bands now she on me +She see my bands now she on me +I tell that hoe to get off me +Tell that hoe to get off me +I tell that hoe to get off me +She see my bands now she on me +I tell that hoe to get off me + +[Verse 1] +I got the purp, I got the purple +I got the haters +I bought the crib +I bought a mansion and shit +Shit got an escalator +I be so paid, I be so paid +Why these bitches on me, 'cause they know I got the lays +Got bitches today, got bitches in New York +Got bitches in Las Vegas +They outta' my city +Seventeen but rich nigga I'm from Philly +Got your bitch with me and she wanna film it +Yeah she wan' fuck wit me +Yeah she know I'm playin' +Yeah I got a buck fifty +I might buck fifty you if I ain't got the clout +I got your bitch with me and I swear she's giving me top +I'm tryna be like real niggas in the A who slam the 'Rari +And I ain't playin' games, and I ain't talkin' no Atari +And yeah yo bitch all on me, yeah that bitch all on me +That bitch all on me +Yeah she wanna' fuck with me +'Cause she know I get that money +Anyone I fuck with, she wanna fuck with a nigga +She always on my dick +She wanna fuck me, always on me +She say Uzi talking dirty +Bitch find the door +I ain't even touch her yet +But she can't leave me alone +And she keep calling my phone +Why this bitch keep drawlin? +This bitch all on my dick +Three shots to the dome +I ain't never gave a fuck, gave a fuck about shit +Why are these hoes +Why are these hoes all on my dick +I said my team, my team go so strong +And now these hoes all on me, like I can't do no wrong +I said, I ain't never get touched, I ain't never get touched +I got some niggas, talk shit you might get touched +I got all of these guns, yeah I got some guns +Like LA Capone yeah, shootin' shit fun +[Chorus] +Tell your bitch to stop, she want me +And I just tell that hoe get off me +Fuckin' with me like get off me +Now she see my bands now she on me +She see my bands now she on me +She see my bands now she on me +Tell that hoe to get off me +Tell that hoe to get off me +And tell that hoe to get off me15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Hoe[Verse 1] +Got a big dick that'll flip a hoe +And my main bitch she be pigeon toed, pigeon toed +And I get like twelve zips a show, zips a show +Back off the stage and I dick a hoe +You know when that pussy dick a hoe +The whiff on that bitch prolly rip a hoe +She kiss on the dick with no mistletoe +She lick on the tip make it drip a little +In a [?] breathin' +Diamonds they anemic +Cartier I'm seeing +Balling for no reason +I don't trust these niggas +They changing just like seasons +I'm a steak and lobster eating +Balling for no reason + +[Hook] +You can't fuck my hoe, (eh) +You can't fuck my hoe, (eh) +You can't fuck my hoe, (eh) +You can't fuck my hoe, (eh) +I barely fuck my hoe, (I'm bad) +I barely fuck my hoe, (eh) +I barely fuck my hoe, (eh) +I barely fuck my hoe, (eh) +[Verse 2] +Money for my hoe, (eh) +Money for my hoe, (eh) +Money for my hoe, (yeah) +Money for my hoe, (money) +Getting this paper it going, (hey) +Bitch on my dick and she going, (eh) +Look at my chain and its snowing, (eh) +Look at my wrist and its glowing, (eh) +She suck my dick now she blowing, (dang) +I get the money you saying, (ey) +You saying aye because of me +Bitches on me easy a, b, c +I got the bitch now 1, 2, 3, (uh) +She want to fuck up all on me, (yeah) +Put on a condom cause I don't want a disease + +[Hook] +You can't fuck my hoe, (no) +You can't fuck my hoe, (no) +You can't fuck my hoe, (yeah) +You can't fuck my hoe, (eh) +I barely fuck my hoe, (eh) +I barely fuck my hoe, (eh) +I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah) +I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah) +[Verse 3] +Your dollars up, (up) +All my commas up, (up) +Don't give a fuck, (don't) +No love in a monster truck, (skrt) +Ya,ya nigga you really suck (suck) +Ya,haha your bitch really suck (she do) +Now you missing her (why?) [eww] +Now you kissing her (eww) +Lil Uzi be dissing her, (fuck her) +Lil Uzi be pimping her, (my nigga you fucked her) + +[Hook] +You can't fuck my hoe, (eh) +You can't fuck my hoe, (eh) +You can't fuck my hoe, (eh) +You can't fuck my hoe, (you can't) +I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah) +I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah) +I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah) +I barely fuck my hoe, (yeah,yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +DC[Chorus] +Yeah, they said I wouldn't make it +Said I couldn't do it +Can't believe I made it +Can't believe I made it +Like, can't believe they hated, yeah +When they are all up in my face, yeah +I ain't got the time, ayy, I'ma break the bank +Countin' up my bands +Yeah, I'm the man +Glasses lit up tint, this is no Ray-Ban +Owe you 36, I'll super soak your ma'am +Damn, money in my hand, ridin' in the Lamb + +[Verse] +Ayy, yeah +Ayy, yeah +Knew I wanted it when I was like 17 +Turning it right to my reality, yeah + +[Open Verse] + +[Bridge] +Yeah (Yeah) +Yeah +[Chorus] +Yeah, they said I wouldn't make it +Said I couldn't do it +Can't believe I made it +Can't believe I made it +Like, can't believe they hated, yeah +When they are all up in my face, yeah +I ain't got the time, ayy, I'ma break the bank +Countin' up my bands +Yeah, I'm the man +Glasses lit up tint, this is no Ray-Ban +Owe you 36, I'll super soak your ma'am +Damn, money in my hand, ridin' in the Lamb3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tropics[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +I met a bitch in the tropics +And she be gone off the molly +She suck my dick super sloppy +I had to tell me somebody +I met a bitch in the tropics +And she be gone off the molly +She suck my dick super sloppy +I had to tell me somebody + +[Verse 1] +I met a bitch in the tropics +She super thick in the body +I had to call up my hombre +I had to tell me somebody +I swear that bitch must be crazy +If she might think she my lady +I swear that bitch ain't my baby +I will not buy her Mercedes +They see Uzi got the money +The bitches scream come save me + +[Chorus] +I met a bitch in the tropics +And she be gone off the molly +She suck my dick super sloppy +I had to tell me somebody +I met a bitch in the tropics +And she be gone off the molly +She suck my dick super sloppy +I had to tell me somebody +[Verse 2] +Boy my pockets hella swole +Cause I got the bankroll +Balmain pockets hella swole +Cause I got the bankroll +Your bank account on zero +Your bitch look at me like a hero +Tropic foreign bitches +Tropic foreign bitches +And I'm getting money +Tropic foreign digits +I tell the truth +I tell the truth +All I got is tropics + +[Chorus] +I met a bitch in the tropics +And she be gone off the molly +She suck my dick super sloppy +I had to tell me somebody +I met a bitch in the tropics +And she be gone off the molly +She suck my dick super sloppy +I had to tell me somebody1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pull Up (Demo)[Intro] +A hit, good one Richard +DP on the beat +There ya go, Richie +That was it, Richie +Shotgun Ricky + +[Chorus] +When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane +Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane +Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane +Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane +When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane +Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane +Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane +Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane + +[Verse] +Yeah, yeah +Like ain't nobody sayin', ayy +Choppa got hunnid rounds, make it do running man +Pull off in a race, ayy +Caliber hunnid bands for you to startle, man +Now what you gotta say, ayy +This shit is nothin', man, this shit is nothin', man +Picked it up, flipped it, I turned it to something, man +Dropped all my money, I picked it up, stop my pants, yeah +[Chorus] +When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane +Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane +Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane +Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane + +[Pre-Chorus] +She wan' smoke my dope, ayy +Let her smoke my dope, ayy +Fuck her in her ghost, yeah +Pull off in a Ghost, yeah +I don't know 'bout you, yeah +One thing that I know, ayy +That I got the dough, yeah +That I got the dough, ayy + +[Chorus] +When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane +Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane +Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane +Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane +When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane +Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane +Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane +Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane +[Instrumental Break] + +[Pre-Chorus] +She wan' smoke my dope, ayy +Let her smoke my dope, ayy +Fuck her in her ghost, yeah +Pull off in a Ghost, yeah +I don't know 'bout you, yeah +One thing that I know, ayy +That I got the dough, yeah +That I got the dough, ayy + +[Chorus] +When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane +Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane +Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane +Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane +When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane +Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane +Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane +Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane + +[Pre-Chorus] +She wan' smoke my dope, ayy +Let her smoke my dope, ayy +Fuck her in her ghost, yeah +Pull off in a Ghost, yeah +I don't know 'bout you, yeah +One thing that I know, ayy +That I got the dough, yeah +That I got the dough, ayy +[Chorus] +When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane +Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane +Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane +Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane +When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane +Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane +Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane +Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, maneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Heartbreak*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, Yeah +Yeah +Heartbreak +Yah, Yah +Yah, Yah +Heartbreak, Heartbreak, Heartbreak + +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Wake up with the stars +Bad bitches in my room +Only time I got the chance +That's why I told you the truth +Hold up, wait yeah I'm on a roll +Post up with they hoes +Gotta go Just to get them go +Cause I'm on my own + +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] +Heartbreak, Heartbreak, Heartbreak +Car fast do the dash I'm on my way +Came up from the bottom all the way +Now they looking at me cause I'm not the same +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah +I took off on niggas that hate and made my escape +Not from this state cause I'm from outer space +That bitch she with me get dropped like a snake +All this cash on me I need me a rake +That's why all these bitches be all in my face +But they can not get nothing from me no way +Just trynna get over this heartbreak +Car too fast I hit the brakes +Car too fast I hit the brakes +Too much cash might break the safe +Too much cash might break the bank +I do what I want anything to change +Just trynna keep me from going insane +Wake up everyday as I live through the bape +They plottin on me got me all in the aim +(Me all in the aim) They better not miss +Cause I come with a bangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Luv Is Not Rented[Intro] +Oh yeah +Oh yeah +Alright, okay, you win, let's play +Alright (Alright), okay (Okay), you win (Win) today +Let's go + +[Verse 1] +I am a winner +I been that way ever since I was little +I'm not a loser, I don't play defender +I fix all the puzzles and solve all the riddles +I stand on my money, I'm tall as a center +I created a puddle that turned a river +Got a crack in my iPhone, I'm fixin' the picture +Every time I go shoppin', mixin' the gender +Pull up with the sauce and the swag and I'm drippin' +They keep twisting the face that they suckin' n' lickin' +They want my baby girl 'causе she built like a gymnast +Turn me to a good guy, I just was a mеnace, yeah +We goin' back and forth not playing Tennis +I jump in the 'Vette, start venting my feelings (Skrrt) +Walkin' with my head down I gotta lift it +Just letting you know that my love is not rented + +[Chorus] +Alright, okay (Just letting you know that my love is not rented) +You win, let's play (Just letting you know that my love is not rented) +Alright, okay (Just letting you know that my love is not rented) +You win today (Just letting you know that my love is not rented), uh +[Verse 2] +I got too much on my paper plate, I swear that I still want fold +Combination to the world and every day gotta change the code +And the objective to the game, you never know +Say life's a gamble so you gotta keep it going +I knew one day, I'ma be something +I didn't stop smokin' 'til three somethin' +When I'm on the track, I'ma keep runnin' (Yeah) +I'ma venus flytrap, gotta eat somethin' +I just ran a watch, cost three hundred thousand +Clear face can't see nothin' +Making wonders and I can't see nothin' +I remember when they said I wouldn't be nothin' + +[Chorus] +Just letting you know that my love is not rented (Oh) +Just letting you know that my love is not rented (Oh) +Just letting you know that my love is not rented (Oh) +Just letting you know that my love is not rented, let's goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Homicide[Intro] +Hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber) +My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide) +That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt) +That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide) +That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide) +She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side) +That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah) +This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide) + +[Chorus] +Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber) +My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide) +That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt) +That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide) +That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide) +She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side) +That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah) +This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide) +Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber) +My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide) +That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt) +That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide) +That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide) +She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side) +That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide) +This Off-White be homicide (That Off-White) +[Verse] +I'ma fly for eighty summers +Women keep callin' my number (No, uh) +Diamond go stupid, they dumber +You got that banana clip? (Blatt-blatt) +Where I be? Hundred-round drummer +Don't give a fuck 'bout your money (I don't, don't) +But you know I got that money +All of them blue-face hundreds +That nigga ask me what my shirt +Four-hundred-dollar Givenchy (Givenchy, Givenchy) +Bana-bana-bana +You know my racks are bananas (Racks are bananas) +If she don't wanna suck dick +Then you know she gettin' canceled (She gettin' canceled, yeah) +Perfect tings in the LA +Ain't no trap I cannot handle (I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin') +Posin' on cam with somebody +Give the lil' nigga a handle (On God) +I'm from Philadelphia +But my bitch straight from Milano (Yeah, yeah) +Got a bitch, she from Columbia +Yeah, she brought me down here (Yeah, she brought me down here) +Her ass so big, you might run from her +Yeah, you could not handle (You could not handle) +[Chorus] +Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber) +My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide) +That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt) +That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide) +That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide) +She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side) +That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah) +This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide) +Yeah, hundred-round caliber (Hundred-round caliber) +My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide) +That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrrt-skrrt) +That dope be your suicide (That dope be your suicide) +That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide) +She right by lil' mama side (She right by lil' mama side) +That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide) +This Off-White be homicide (That Off-White)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +TDA(Intro) +Yeah +And I really wanna take the time out to let all y'all niggas know I really know what's goin' on +Yeah +Lets go, uh + +(Verse 1) +I got enemies +Got a lot of enemies +Can't believe this niggas out here really wanna finish me +Ain't now way around it buddy +Niggas know I've been the G +My confidence way higher when I got that .40 with the beam +Yeah, when I got that .40 with the beam +That .40 got like 30 shots, that mean it got a centipede +I ain't worrying bout them diffеrent boys, they keep worrying about me +I hеard I'm their favorite rapper, he keep actin' like he ain't heard about me, woah +And this bitch sucked my dick to the third degree, woah (let's go) +Everybody know that 'cause she at my shows for free, woah (no lie) +Everybody know it's no one holding me, woah +She don't know no better she not old as me, oh +And imma groom that baby imma bring her real close, then cut her off +See if she can fly +I done took too many percs and on some real shit I can't die +Everything I do is effortless lil baby I can't try +'Ceratops, reptar when I'm rollin' em +Man I took your girl with me we was rollin' em +Turned her to a wet star then I throw her out +You can get that far if you showin' out (oh) +Oh you showin' out (showin' out) +You can't get that far if you holdin' out (no) +I remember back when I wasn't closin' out (I remember) +Now all them broads wanna blow me now (I remember) +That's because my bag bitch I blow it now +When I'm in the mall gotta close it down +Gucci, Louis Fendi Prada +I don't really rock Fendi but I'm rockin' on Balenci' +Uh, Ferris tats on me that's that [?] +Cartier frames clear as agua +Niggas they be lame talkin' ra ra +My life not the same nigga why lie? (Why lie?) +Magic changed my life nigga why lie? (Why lie?) +Playing with the kitty just like dagua +When I make her moan man she boutta cry +When she suck it up give me side eye, yeah +Mixin' up the work like its pop rocks, yeah +Bugatti fast I don't know how to stop (skrrt), yeah +Undercover fiends they keep tryna cop, yeah +You think I'm a dummy I know you a cop, ooh +I could tell you a opp +Make the Makaveli scream like it's 2Pac +Had them niggas shocked, pulled up with two Glocks +My LV sneaks kinda big I need two socks, but they Gucci though (Double G) +I don't want that bitch ain't givin' up coochie though (no) +I don't want that girl 'cause she too moody bro +She ain't really that cute she's got that booty though +And I can't lie, got that supersoaker I moonwalk like the J5 +I don't own none of these girls so you can take mine +I don't really wanna know what you thinking but I take mines +You better love yours nigga I don't hate mines, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Finessin Hearts 2*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Yeah +You know what I'm sayin', because I love ya +Like I care +Somebody more than most of 'em +Yeah, ayy, ayy +Ayy (Um, yeah) +Yeah, woah, it's Lil Uzi Vert (Um, yeah) +It's Lil Uzi Vert (Woah, um, yeah) + +[Chorus] +Ayy, she left me' 'lone, I ain't even know how to react (Yeah) +On my own but I'm still gonna count up my stacks (Stacks) +You was wrong, yeah, you left me when I was on my back (On my, ayy) +LV, everything Supreme (Supreme), Carharrt on my hat (Hat) + +[Verse 1] +She gave me head just like some ocean ('Cеan, 'cean, yeah) +Jimmy Neutron likе a Sheen (Sheen, Sheen, yeah) +All of my bitches, they mean (Mean, mean, yeah) +Nigga, like, what do you mean? (Ayy, huh?) +Oh, she like me 'cause I'm clean (Clean, ayy) +All of this money in my jeans (Jeans, ayy) +I can make her wanna sing (Sing, yuh) +Hit from the back and she scream +[Refrain] +No matter what, I feel it in my gut, you my boo thang (Yeah, yeah) +And it's like no one I trust and I'm switchin' my flows like a mood ring (Ring, yeah) +And when I stand on my money you know that I'm taller in 2 Chainz (Chainz, yeah) +You know these boys too lame (Ayy), LUV is too flame (Yeah) +No matter what, I feel it in my gut, you my boo thang (Ayy) +And it's like no one I trust and I'm switchin' my flows like a mood ring (Ring) +And when I stand on my money you know that I'm taller than 2 Chainz (Chainz, yeah) +You know these boys too lame (Ayy), LUV is too flame + +[Verse 2] +They was countin' down my days, they thought I wasn't gonna last (Last) +They ain't feel my last album, I sat back and I just laughed (I just laughed) +I was lookin' through my comments, they said, "Man, this shit is trash" (Trash) +I went right back in the booth and then I start spittin' that gas (Gas) +She said she like that I'm brown, ooh, like I'm NAV (I'm NAV) +I said, "Girl, I like your style," ooh (Like, where you get that at?) +She said, "This is not new style, ooh" (This what you call swag) +She had on a Craig Green hat, ooh, with a Goyard back to match (Match, ayy) + +[Refrain] +No matter what, I feel it in my gut (Ayy), you my boo thang (Thang, ayy) +And it's like no one I trust and I'm switchin' my flows like a mood ring (Ayy, ring, ayy) +And when I stand on my money you know that I'm taller in 2 Chainz (Ayy, Chainz, ayy) +You know these boys too lame (Ayy, lame), LUV is too flame (Yeah) +No matter what, I feel it in my gut (Ayy), you my boo thang (Thang) +And it's like no one I trust and I'm switchin' my flows like a mood ring (Yeah) +And when I stand on my money you know that I'm taller than 2 Chainz (Chainz) +You know these boys too lame (Lame), LUV is too flame +[Chorus] +Ayy, she left me' 'lone, I ain't even know how to react (Yeah) +On my own but I'm still gonna count up these stacks (Stacks) +You was wrong, yeah, you left me when I was on my back (Back) +LV, everything Supreme, Carharrt on my hat (Carharrt on my, ayy) +She left me lone (Ayy), I ain't even know how to react (Ayy, yeah) +Text my phone every day but I won't hit her back +Tear it up from the back (Ayy), pullin' out every track (Ayy) +Style mean (Yeah), put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact + +[Outro] +Um, yeah +Yeah, that's a fact, um, yeah +Yeah, that's a fact, um, yeah +Yeah, that's a fact +Style mean, put me on Craig Green, yeah, that's a fact +Ayy, ayy, ayy +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +It's Lil Uzi VertEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get the MoneyLyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +Yeah, get the money +I'ma go get the money +I'ma go get the money +I'ma go get the money +I'ma go get the money +I'ma go get the money +I'ma go get the money +I'ma go get the money + +[Verse 1] +Look at my wrist, 100 +And my new bitch, she 100 +I gotta get the money +Hopin' I live til 100 +I told her she get the sauce +I remember it was nothin' +Look at my wrist, 100 +My lil bitch she 100 +Get the money +I'ma go get the money +I'ma go get the money +I'ma go get the money +Go to the dealer, I want it +Try check my credit bitch, run it +Yeah, my new watch cost a 100 +And my ring cost 50 somethin' +Wrist cost 50 somethin' +Sing to your bitch, [?] +[?] +Stick get to bustin' +Look at my wrist, it be bustin' +[?] +Don't understand how I spit somethin' +They don't understand how I spit somethin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sad Raps / Love*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah +And I could tell you really was never in it for me (Oh yeah) +(It's Lil Uzi Vert) + +[Chorus] +And I just want you to know that I love you +I love the way I fuck you (How I fuck you) +I love it when you touch me (Me), call me ugly ('Ly, ayy) +Rose gold on her neck, her chain ain't rusty ('Sty, yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +I can't lie, I feel strong (Strong) +Can't tell right, yeah, from wrong (Wrong) +She was lying, I was gone (Gone) +Hearin' her cry on my phone (Brrt, ayy) + +[Verse] +But everything's alright every time she give mе dome (Yeah) +About last night (Night), I was on (Ayy) +One long flight (Huh?), trip to Romе (Ayy) +I'm so gone (Yeah), no timezones (Ayy) +[Verse] +Yeah, bring her in my bedroom +Yeah, bring her in my bedroom +Yeah, I got me a new residence +Yeah, I feel like the President +Yeah, man, my life... + +[Chorus] +And I just want you to know that I love you +I love the way I fuck you (How I fuck you) +I love it when you touch me (Me), call my ugly ('Ly, ayy) +Rose gold on her neck, her chain ain't rusty ('Sty, yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Uh, I might run it back, she got that wet-wet (Wet-wet, ayy) +Uh, I might run it back, she got that wet-wet (Wet-wet, ayy) +Uh, fucking up a week, it cost five stacks (Yeah, five stacks) +How you 36 with a Snapchat? (Yeah, Snapchat) +Ooh, you dirty bitch, got a Cashapp? (Yeah, Cashapp) +I just caught a thottie with a backstabber (Ayy, yeah) +Only reason I stay because that fat ass (Yeah, yeah) +When I put it in, I make her back-back +Girl, it's sticking out like a backpack +Put it in your mouth to this sad rap3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trappin Work[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Trappin' work, bando +Money callin', bank roll +Always ballin', I flex ho +I got all this damn dough (Yeah!) +I got all this damn dough +I got all this damn dough +I got all this damn dough +I got all this damn dough + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Margiela, nigga +That be the hyped up +He said that nigga +Take her from my block (No way!) +That be a lie +I pull out the strap +With infrared beam +And turn that bitch nigga to cyclops +Jesus piece +With the praying hands, they cost a grip +Gotcha main bitch all on Lil Uzi dick +I whip and I whip +I sip and I sip +Coordinating some bitches on that pack +Now they all up in my mitt +I'ma ride up in the semi +I just talked to Kur and he riding out with me +Kickin' your door if you owe me all the Benji's +Clip big as hell, so that old ho like a 50 piece +Bitch nigga tendencies +You not a friend of me +You are not one of me +You are my enemy +Gettin' that chopper got bitch on me +That bitch go "blaww" +I'm kickin' the shit with my squad like we playing soccer +I'm getting that money, to a fifty and hundred +I'm trappin' and trappin' +These niggas look at me like I am their father +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert + Kur] +Trappin' work, bando +Money callin', bank roll +Always ballin', I flex ho +I got all this damn dough (Yeah!) +I got all this damn dough +I got all this damn dough (Uh, uh, uh!) +I got all this damn dough (Uh!) +I got all this damn dough + +[Verse 2: Kur] +Shout-out to Molly, shout-out to me +Wait! Shout-out to Phil with the lean +Before I was rappin' had low self esteem +Now I got bad bitches all on they knees +Now I fuck bitches that wear Maybelline +Can't make this up, this shit's not make believe +Dre in the bushes, he plottin' on niggas +Oh my God he got a chop' with a beam! +[?] +And suckin' dick, what the fuck do you mean? +Kur is so dirty, Kur is so broke +Stupid lil' bitch I got knots in my jeans! +Same old bitch that was callin' me ugly! +Look at her now, That bitch mouthing me clean +I know my niggas ain't coppin' no pleas +None of y'all niggas can't stop for my team! +Uh! Get what we want +Stuntin' on bitches that front +Bitch can I fuck? "No, you must wait a month" +Come on lil' ho are you dumb? +I do it big like I'm Pun +All of these rappers my sons, uh +'Case you ain't know, that bitch you love +Me and her we've ran a train, uh +Made her our ho +Boys know I got 'em, it was all love from the start +Never show love in the dark, always show love in the light +We mix the lean with the Sprite +Yo' bitch ain't spendin' the night +Yo' bitch not even my type +Fucked her so you could get mad! +I fucked her now you wanna fight, hah! +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Trappin' work, bando +Money callin', bank roll +Always ballin', I flex ho +I got all this damn dough (Yeah!) +I got all this damn dough +I got all this damn dough +I got all this damn dough +I got all this damn dough3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Add It Up*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +... I'm like, "Sure," yeah +I'm a millionaire, she like, "Go, boy," yeah + +[Chorus] +Add it up, add it up +Add it up, add it up (Ayy) +Add it up, add it up (Ayy, ayy) +Add it up, add it up (Ayy, let's go) +Add it up, add it up (Ayy, yeah) +Add it up, add it up (Ayy, yeah) +Add it up, add it up (Ayy) +Add it up, add it up (Ayy) +Add it up, add it up (Ayy) +Add it up, add it up (Ayy) + +[Verse] +I couldn't wait 'til I got my ha-a-ands, on the ba-a-a-ands, in her pa-a-a-ants (Woo) +Yes I ca-a-a-an (Yeah), I'm the ma-a-a-an (What?) +If you run at me, you gotta get fit (What?) +If I'm not on my ceilin' you better get jammed (What?) +That's why I gotta keep all of my FNs (Yeah, uh-huh, yeah) +That's why I gotta keep all of my hunnids, no tens (Yeah, uh-huh) +That's why I walk around, on my wrist, prolly a Benz (Beep, uh-huh, yeah) +Every time that the opps die, I feel like it's a cleanse (Beep, uh-huh) +Just for everyday, you gotta load up your stick (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh) +I know the boys, yeah, I know the boys the do hit (Woo uh-huh, yeah, yeah) +I know the boys, yeah, I know the boys chop the bricks (Woo, uh-huh, whoa) +They servin' the bands, they servin' the bands, they can't miss (Ayy, ayy, uh-huh) +Get it through the mail, corona ain't stoppin' shit (Uh-huh) +Would've thought I was Asian, that's...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Super Saiyan 2*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Monsta's gon' tear it up +Have you? +Have you? + +[Chorus] +Have you ever made ten million dollars with your talent? (Have you?) +Have you ever told a bitch you loved her, then you vanished? (Ayy, have you?) +Have you ever got so high you thought you wasn't landin'? (Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah) +Stuff the money in my pockets 'til my pockets standin' (Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah) +Don't try me, yeah, clips still limousine, yeah +Fucked her team, yeah, said my dick game mean, yeah +What you mean? Yeah, pulled up in a dream, yeah +Bitch, I'm the shit, let's just face it (Ayy) +Niggas they mad 'cause I made it (Ayy) (Yeah) + +[Verse] +I go Super Saiyan Two (Two, ayy) +Fuck on your bitch, she ain't new (New, ayy) +Fucked on your bitch before you (You, ayy) +Fuck on your bitch in the stu' (Stu', ayy) +Fuck on your bitch in the coupe (Coupe, ayy) +No, that bitch, she not my boo (Boo, ayy) +I am a winner, can't lose (Can't lose, ayy) +Gave that bitch right back to you (You, ayy) +I told this bitch that we through (Ayy) +Why your bitch keep sending nudes? (Ayy) +No, I do not need a shooter (Ayy) +I got a beam on the Ruger (Ayy, yeah) +I got a bitch in Kahlua (Ayy) +But I'm not, um, scared to lose her (Ayy) +I got the ice like Akuma (Ayy) +Got more jewelry than your jewler (Ayy) +My TEC, it came with the cooler (Ayy, yeah) +My 'Rarri red, Ferris Bueller (Ayy, yeah) +Suck it so good, I might sue ya (Ayy, yeah) +Bitch, he a rat out the sewer (Ayy) +My bitch, she blessed, hallelujah (Ayy) +Pussy nigga, see right through ya (Ayy) +I hit my muhfuckin' finisher, ayy +I made that bitch say Hadouken (Ayy) +Bring your boxes in my crib (Ayy)...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Go*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +That's when my lifestyle took off, go, go, go +Where did you go? Go, go, go +Luv Is Rage (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +I think I could see in the dark (Ayy) +These niggas, they ain't got heart (Ayy) +Everything blow up in sparks (Ayy) +These niggas talk to the narcs (Ayy) +I ain't say that the shoe fit, yeah (Ayy) +But the description fit the part (Ayy) +I just be geekin' on Mars (Ayy) +Somethin' like two in the mornin' (Let's go) + +[Post-Chorus] +Now she gon' notice me +I fucked your girl this mornin' +So why was she over me? (Me) +My main girl still mad at me +Because I went overseas (Seas) +And every time that I come back to the states +She know that it's no one as cold as me (Go, cold) +That's when my lifestyle took off +Go, go (Yeah), go (What?) +Yes, it took off (Yeah) +Go (Ayy), go (Ayy), go (Ayy) +[Verse] +I'm gonna keep it a G (G) +It is prolly not one nigga out here in the world that's as froze as me +And they might look ready, got on my diamonds +But that shit he got on look too cheap +I can tell that your girl don't wanna go +But she know she just gotta leave +Double R, big body, my Rolls +Rolls, Rolls, Rolls, no one slam doors +Ain't no way I lose control +And I was on the road +Now I got a two-tone (It's Lil Uzi Vert) +I might pour up a four, slow +She a ho, she on go, touch her toes +Butterfly tattoo on your asscheek, make it go +Pull right up in a spaceship, I got butterfly doors + +[Chorus] +I think I could see in the dark (Ayy) +These niggas, they ain't got heart (Ayy) +Everything blow up in sparks (Ayy) +These niggas talk to the narcs (Ayy) +I ain't say that the shoe fit, yeah (Ayy) +But the description fit the part (Ayy) +I just be geekin' on Mars (Ayy) +Somethin' like two in the mornin' (Let's go) +[Post-Chorus] +Now she gon' notice me +I fucked your girl this mornin' +So why was she over me? (Me) +My main girl still mad at me +Because I went overseas (Seas) +And every time that I come back to the space +She know that it's no one as cold as me (Go, cold) +That's when my lifestyle took off +Go, go (Yeah), go (What?) +Yes, it took off (Yeah) +Go (Ayy), go (Ayy), go (Ayy)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Understand[Chorus] +I understand, I understand, I understand +I understand, I understand, I understand +I understand, I understand, I understand +That hunnid racks, that cuban links, the kilograms +I understand, I understand, I understand +I understand, I understand, I understand +I understand, I understand, I understand +I understand, I understand, I understand +That hunnid racks, that cuban links, the kilograms + +[Verse] +I understand that lil uzi might crack a deal +I understand how that shit right here 'bout to feel +They askin' me on the streets am I gettin' meals +I said I don't care, as long as I survive for my next meal +And I be gettin' all this paper, I'm doin' well +I understand that next year, I'll be XXL +I understand that I be juggin' on the block (I'm juugin' my nigga) +But lil uzi gotta watch out for the 12 +And I don't fuck with no fuck niggas, they be snitchin' +I give you Glock if you got problems, don't start bitchin' +I hit you up like in your shit, nigga not with it +And this Glock tend to knock you off your pelvis +Young nigga but I'm heavy like a OG +Ya your bitch wan' suck my dick, but she ain't even know me +Talkin' shit I put a hole in you like slowly +Hit you with 8 or 24 if you think you Kobe +[Chorus] +I understand, I understand, I understand +I understand, I understand, I understand +I understand, I understand, I understand +That hunnid racks, that cuban links, the kilograms2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Unreleased Songs [Discography List]Updated: 17 July, 2020.There are currently ? known unreleased songs by Lil Uzi Vert.Alphabetical Order:A"Again"↗B"Bussdown / Freebandz"↗C"Cake"↗D"Dolly"↗E"Easter"↗F"Froze Up"↗G"Got The Work"↗H"Heater Talk"↗I"Into You"↗J"Justin Bieber*"↗K"Keep Balling*"↗L"Lambo"↗M"Mission To The Loot"↗N"No Heart"↗O"On My Grind*"↗P"Proud of U*"↗QThere are currently no songs in this categoryR"Raf Way"↗S"Shrooms*"↗T"Thot Back"↗U"Underworld"↗VThere are currently no songs in this categoryW"Woah*"↗X"Xanny"↗Y"You Mad (Make It Back)"↗Z"Zoom"↗#"100 Bands in My Pocket*"↗ +"150K"↗ +"1600"↗ +"3 Pills"↗1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ima Keep Balling*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +I just want your bitch (Yeah) +But I do not need her +Yes I must insist, that you should just keep her +Walking with them bands (Bands) +I don't need no visa +Hundreds in my hand (Hand) +You know I stay G'd up (Yuh) +I was on Xanny and I was on Percy, I took that shit like it was Tylenol (Ay) +I looked at the mirror, I tatted my face and I said I created a monster yeah (Woah) +And now you gon' tell me you got all the guap +Watch how the way that they cappin' yuh (Yeah) +I'ma keep ballin', no I cannot stop +No I said bitch to just let it go + +[Verse 1] +Uh uh, huh uh, yeah (Yeah) +Me and her swag the same (The same) +Drive fast foreign switch lanes (Switch lanes) +Her last man was a lame (Lame) +Fly first class in the plane (In the plane) +Rock lifestyle just the same yeah + +[Chorus] +I just want your bitch (Yeah) +But I do not need her +Yes I must insist ('Sist) +That you should just keep her +Walking with the bands (Bands) +I don't need no visa +Hundreds in my hand (Hand) +You know I stay G'd up +I was on Xanny and I was on Percy, I took that shit like it was Tylenol (Yeah) +I looked at the mirror, I tatted my face and realized I created a monster yeah (Ay) +Boy you gon' tell me you got all the guap +Watch how the way that they cappin' yuh (Yeah) +I'ma keep ballin', I got to stay on top +I'ma keep ballin', 'cause I cannot stop (Pah) +[Hook] +I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin) +I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin) +I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin) +I'ma keep, I'ma keep, I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin) +I'ma keep ballin' (Yuh, hey) +I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin) +I'ma keep ballin' (Ballin, ballin) + +[Verse 2] +Swerving that Ford (Skrr) +Swerving that foreign +Got 2 exhausts (Huh) +Drive till I'm nauseous (Vroom) +Nowadays I'm so heartless +Crocodile just like [?] +See you later baby alligator, I been rocking all of that Lacoste shit +I'm a rockstar, baby yeah I'm a rockstar2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m That Nigga[Intro] +Yeah + +[Chorus] +Flex on niggas, flex on bitches, do my thing (Do my thing) +I'm a hitter, money flipper, yous a lame +Diamond fisker, diamond wrist on, water chain +Suicide, doors on fisker, whip insane +I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed +I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed +I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed +Flex on nigga, flex on bitches, do my thing + +[Verse 1] +I'mma dick her, I won't kiss her, ain't shit changed +Diamond wrist on, diamond fisker, uh bling bling +Love my pistol, it's an issue, aim at your brain (dont know how to act) +Yeah my brother in the kitchen whip cocaine +Pour up a 4, sippin' lean, got slow brain +Got your bitch in my crib givin' brain +Stay with steel, get your ass, now you stained +My bitch be totin', she a shooter, GI Jane (oh my god) +Want the money, all the money, fuck the fame (oh my god) +Who am I? ask your slut, she know my name (yea, she do) +My bitch live in Augusta, that be Maine (not a lame) +I done flexed up boy, you should do the same +[Chorus] +Flex on niggas, flex on bitches, do my thing +I'm a hitter, money flipper, yous a lame (you a lame) +Diamond fisker, diamond wrist on, water chain (water water) +Suicide, doors on fisker, whip insane (fucked your daugther) +I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed +I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed +I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed +Flex on nigga, flex on bitches, do my thing + +[Verse 2] +Where the pistol? point the pistol, show the safe (show the safe) +Fuck the cops, fuck the Twitter's, fuck the jakes (fuck the jakes) +Versace rolls, sippin' Moet, sippin' Ace +Pull up Lambo, hard to handle, well let's race (skrt skrt, race) +You ain't suckin' dick, hoe get out my face +I fuck any bitch no matter the race (any bitch) +I fuck all the strippers, I feel like I'm Drake (with my woes) +I like revolvers better cause the hold the case +And yes indeed Lil Uzi beat the case (oh my god) +Feel her titty, feel like titty with freebase (feel like 2 Chainz) +Don't eat booty, eat her pussy, like the taste (i like the taste) +Shark hoodie, feel like Nigo all these apes + +[Chorus] +Flex on niggas, flex on bitches, do my thing +I'm a hitter, money flipper, yous a lame +Diamond fisker, diamond wrist on, water chain +Suicide, doors on fisker, whip insane +I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed +I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed +I'm that nigga, same old nigga, ain't shit changed +Flex on nigga, flex on bitches, do my thing3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pump Up the Jam[Intro] +I got it +Trust me +I ain't listening, coach +When you go for the, for the alley-oop, I got you (Pew, pew) + +[Chorus] +Pump up the jam, alley-oop, catch the slam, yeah +Do it for my fans, all I see is flashin' cam (Yeah) +Doing what I want, you only doin' what you can (Huh?) +I'm in outer space, I don't even think that I'm gon' land, yeah (Whoa) + +[Verse] +Pump up the jam, got the world in my hand (Yeah) +Pump up the jam (Yeah), that was all in the plan (Yup) +Pump up the jam, shoot the J on your man, uh (Swish) +Finger roll jelly like jam, ayy +How I end up in Space Jam? Ayy (Oh) +My Jordan's, they be Space Jams, ayy (Mike Jordan's) +This a spaceship, not a Lamb', ayy +I just crossed over your mans, ayy +Did it in front of her friends, ayy (Yo) +Why they keep playing my right side +Whеn the ball in my left hand? Yeah +Why thеy keep playing my right side +When the ball in my left hand? Yeah +[Chorus] +Pump up the jam, alley-oop, catch the slam, yeah +Do it for my fans, all I see is flashin' cam (Yeah) +Doing what I want, you only doin' what you can (Huh?) +I'm in outer space, I don't even think that I'm gon' land, yeah (Whoa) +Pump up the jam, alley-oop, that's a slam, yeah (Bow) +Dunk like LeBron but I shoot like Durant, yeah (Bow) +Only ten seconds, I'm gon' shoot, they think I can't, huh? (Oh) +What? I'm gon' shoot, they think I can't (What?) + +[Interlude] +Ten seconds left and triggers in, James, two seconds, one second for the win +Oh, LeBron James delivers +That's a winner + +[Chorus] +Pump up the jam, alley-oop, that's a slam, yeah +Dunk like Lebron but I shoot like Durant, yeah +Pump up the jam, alley-oop, that's a slam, yeah +Pump up the jam, p-pump-pump up the jam + +[Outro] +Blocked by James!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sasuke 2*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +Lil Uzi +If I take one more pill, lose my mind like Sasuke +Ooh, let me show these niggas how to swag +This ain't Baby Pluto, this Sasuke +Ooh, look (Fuck nigga) + +[Verse] +Rat-ass nigga, you not my kind +Ho give me head, gon' pick my mind +Can't smoke with me, bitch, you sniff lines +I got flows like I'm Popcaan +I ain't gon' lie, I hope all the opps die +Whipping up the wet then we serving out the dry +Bust down the watch like, nigga, what's time? +Can't go out sad, go out bad this time (Yeah) +You ain't one of mine, you can miss your mom +I'll drop a mil' way faster than a vine (Whoa) +I'll drop a bag way faster than I signed +I be on my block and it's hotter than an iron +No, I ain't lacking, in the trenches with a nine +I be on point like a damn porcupine (Skrrt) +She got a Goyard belt right there by her spine +1600, nigga, fuck the other side (Bop) +Drop a opp, that's a wrap +In my hood, I'm the grandson, King Von +Got a...6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Trunk Got Birdies[Intro] +Good work Charlie, hahaha + +[Chorus] +Started chopping twenty M down to a thirty +I need at least like 3 mill', that's for certain +I'm just working off the lean now I'm swervin' +12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies +My trunk got birdies (My trunk got what?) +Trunk got birdies, (Goddamn, goddamn) +That trunk got birdies (Yes, it do) +Shit my trunk got birdies +Shit my trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +My trunk got birdies (I got birdies) +My trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +Damn, my trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +Trunk got birdies (Trunk got birdies) +Trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies (What the fuck) +My trunk got birdies (Goddamn) +Trunk got birdies (Damn) +12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies + +[Verse 1] +20 shot forty round +Said, 20 shot for your mans +Hundred grand hundred grand +You ain't got money flex for the gram +I need ten million fast, I saw how niggas just grab it fast +Last year Monique was in my wallet, this year a nigga be rapping bands +Sipping Ack, a nigga traffickin' +My bitch white but booty African +Where my niggas that be trapping syrup? +Where my niggas that be trapping Xans? (I need it) +If you see me better say that plural +'Cause of my ways with partner and them +Sipping lean catching Z like I'm Zoro +If you talk shit you ain't cop from them +On the beach sipping lean (In Tosias?) +I said what you mean this is Sangria +And if you got wet better get that key up +Cause that Mac 11 shoot like a seizure +And yes I'm finessing just with my feet up +And my bitch bad look like Sacagawea +And I love the pussy but I don't need her +And I love the pussy but I don't need her +[Chorus] +Started chopping twenty M down to a thirty +I need at least like 3 mill', that's for certain +I'm just working off the lean now I'm swervin' +12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies (My trunk got what?) +My trunk got birdies (Trunk got birdies) +Trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +That trunk got birdies (Trunk got birdies) +Shit my trunk got birdies (They do, they do) +Shit my trunk got birdies (Goddamn, goddamn) +My trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +My trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +Damn, my trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +Trunk got birdies (Trunk got birdies) +Trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies (Goddamn, goddamn) +My trunk got birdies (My nigga, my nigga) +Trunk got birdies (Ain't this some shit) +12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies + +[Verse 2] +They whipping that work (They whipping that work) +Them niggas was serving (They serve, they serve) +You talking that shit (You talkin' that what?) +Them niggas will hurt you +And [?] I let it be [?] +And when I sip that, my word they be slurring +And Lil Uzi, bitch +I'm fucking yo bitch +She all in my crib, she sucking my dick +The fucked up thing, you kissing her lips +I’m looking at you, you nasty as shit +My trunk got birdies, my trunk got birdies +I'm fuckin' yo bitch, Versace shades like I’m J Swerve +Yeah I'm killing it, yeah I'm killing it +Yeah I'm finessing, 'cause I'm feeling it +(Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +[Chorus] +Started chopping twenty M down to a thirty +I need at least like 3 mill', that's for certain (I do, I do) +I'm just working off the lean now I'm swervin' +12 pull a nigga over, trunk got birdies (My trunk got what?) +My trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +Trunk got birdies (Goddamn, goddamn) +That trunk got birdies (My trunk got birdies) +Shit my trunk got birdies (It do, it do) +Shit my trunk got birdies (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +My trunk got birdies (I do, I do) +My trunk got birdies (My trunk got what?)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gwap[Hook] +Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin' +I hear these snakes nigga they be hissin' +Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin' +I hear the snakes they be hissin' +I can't fuck with no bitch niggas +And I don't do well with sneak dissin' +Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin' +I hear these snakes nigga they be hissin' +Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin' +I hear the snakes they be hissin' +I can't fuck with no bitch niggas +And I don't do well with sneak dissin' + +[Verse 1] +Woke up this morning went straight to the kitchen +I'm whippin' and whippin', that act got me sippin' +That perc got me itchin', Xanax got me trippin' +I'm bustin' the Smith and these niggas start drippin' +Better hope that I'm missin', I take your existence +My dick what she grippin', my pockets they drippin' +That bitch think I'm trippin' +Tilapia Fish with strippers they dinners and lobster and lemon +Armani, Givenchy, Versace white linens +Finessin' I'm flexin' I feel like a gymnast +My bank sure like O Dog cuz I am the menace +Slugs on my teeth and a nigga keep grinnin' +Margiela, Rick Owens, that hat be Raf Simons +Its funny my pockets they be money centered +Its funny my pockets they got money in it +I drill in her mouth just like I'm a dentist +Niggas be hatin' bitches be fakin' +Money I'm makin, your bitch I'm takin' +Put work in my [?] +Never your hoe, but the cake what I'm chasin' +They say I'm a mason, put me next to Satan +But none of this true I'm just gettin' this paper +They say I'm a mason, put me next to Satan +But none against you I'm just gettin' this paper +[Hook] +Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin' +I hear these snakes nigga they be hissin' +Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin' +I hear the snakes they be hissin' +I can't fuck with no bitch niggas +And I don't do well with sneak dissin' +Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin' +I hear these snakes nigga they be hissin' +Guap nigga, thats what I'm gettin' +I hear the snakes they be hissin' +I can't fuck with no bitch niggas +And I don't do well with sneak dissin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cannot Feel My Body*[Intro] +My life like a movie, there's no way they can stop it, yeah +[?] on me, I be swagging and saucin, yeah +My life like a movie, there's no way they can stop it, yeah +[?] on me, I be swagging and saucin, yeah + +[Hook] +Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah +I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah +I’m feeling awesome +Be this way to the coffin, yeah +Call me lil' frosting +Cause I'm always on top of ya +Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah +I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah +I’m feeling awesome +Be this way to the coffin, yeah +Call me lil' frosting +Cause I'm always on top of ya + +[Verse 1] +I’m a rockstar for life I can’t help it +Every time that you rage, yeah you felt it +Put the game on my back and I held it +Get the back ends them back ends from Belgium +Put the pack in the mail and we sell it +And I know it’s some niggas was tellin +Ain’t no snitch so I can’t even tell it +I’m a rockstar for life I can’t help it +Yeah (Aye) +Every time that you rage, yeah you felt it +Put the game on my back and I held it +Get the back ends them back ends from Belgium +Put the pack in the mail and we sell it +And I know it’s some niggas was tellin +Ain’t no snitch so I can’t even tell it +[?] +My bitch so bad yeah this shit got me jealous +My bitch so bad yeah my bitch she a felon +Slide on the beat but I drip a lil wetter +My neck is so cold bitch I’m missing the sweater +Just talked to two hoes I might hit em together +I could hit one for two [?] +My mom on my phone, gotta get it together +[Hook] +Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah +I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah +I’m feeling awesome +Be this way to the coffin, yeah +Call me lil' frosting +Cause I'm always on top of ya +Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah +I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah +I’m feeling awesome +Be this way to the coffin, yeah +Call me lil' frosting +Cause I'm always on top of ya + +[Verse 2] +[?] bought her baby Birkin +My pockets they swole, I ‘member I was hurting +Every time I flex, I'm sorry, not on purpose +Don’t like what you see, you better close your curtains +[?] bought her baby Birkin +My pockets they swole, I ‘member I was hurting +Every time I flex, I'm sorry, not on purpose +Don’t like what you see, you better close your curtains (It's Lil Uzi Vert!) + +[Hook] +Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah +I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah +I’m feeling awesome +Be this way to the coffin, yeah +Call me lil' frosting +Cause I'm always on top of ya +Mama I'm sorry, I cannot feel my body, yeah +I’m in a party, i’m off 2 shots and molly, yeah +I’m feeling awesome +Be this way to the coffin, yeah +Call me lil' frosting +Cause I'm always on top of ya1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Audi*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +Gotta know + +[Chorus] +(Audi, audi, audi, audi) +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah) +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Audi2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +We Workin[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Lil Uzi, huh? +I just tell these niggas and these bitches all the same thing +(What you tell 'em?) +‘Cause they all mortals and I'm immortal +They can't stop me, only thing they can do is watch me +And all I say is... (Tell 'em) + +[Chorus] +We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin' +We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin' +And they watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin' +They watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin' +And we workin', we workin', we workin', we workin' +We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin' +And they watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin' +They watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin' + +[Verse 1] +And we workin', we workin', and these haters, they hatin' +And I'm swervin', and I'm drinkin' on that purple, words slurrin' +And I'm killin' it, and I'm feelin' it +When I'm gone off of that trippy stick +"But I thought, Vert, you ain't smoke" +Bitch, get off my dick again +‘Cause I'm making all this money, and this shit ain't nothin' +If you keep talking shit then you gon' have to deal with these repercussions +And I be just doing anything that I want ‘cause I go loco +Got yo' bitch all on my dick, bust it open for a Four Loko +I said that bitch go crazy, I said that bitch go crazy +I said that bitch be your lady, yeah, that bitch go crazy +Had to say it one more time, ‘cause I be feeling that shit +And I ain't 'bout to set trip, but I know some Blood and some Crip +Got a bitch all on my dick, rolling off the acid trip +Yeah, she sucking all on my balls, and she licking all on that tip +I'm a ratchet motherfucker, and I got a ratchet bitch +Well, she just kinda raunchy, that ass kinda chunky +And I don't fuck with the golds, bitch, I'm platinum plus +And I got yo' bitch all on me, she know that I'm a thug +And you do what you can, but a nigga do what he want +And it's that Lil Uzi Vert, but I got a pump +And I'm driving real fast, and I just got my license +And I can fuck yo' bitch, everybody know she dykin' +She sucking on the clit, she sucking everybody +And I don't give a fuck, get more head than she got bodies +[Chorus] +We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin' +We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin' +And they watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin' +They watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin' +And we workin', we workin', we workin', we workin' +We workin', we workin', we workin', we workin' +And they watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin' +They watchin', they watchin', they watchin', they watchin' + +[Verse 2] +Eyes blurry, but focused, got that kush, pussy bitch +Yeah that shit so potent, wet just like the ocean +They say Lil Uzi Vert jet ski and I'm floatin' +Yeah, they call me, "Broski," yeah, they know I'm floatin' +When I'm in some fly shit or when I'm with a foreign bitch +Making all this money, riding in a foreign whip +Rocking all these foreign clothes, it's foreign this and foreign that +When I'm overseas, you know I'm busting all these foreign traps +Yeah, that be the plug, nigga, what you want? +I finesse and I just flex, finessin' the jugg +I could kill anything that I get on +And I could fuck any bitch when I get on +Lil niggas tote guns but don't know right from wrong +I hope I taught you something by the end of this song7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Swap That*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +I'll swap that, I'll swap that (Woo) +I'll swap that (Yeah), I'll swap that (Bee, bee, ayy) +I'll swap that (Bee, bee, ayy), I'll swap that (Ayy) +I'll swap that (It's Lil Uzi Vert, yeah) + +[Verse 1] +I smoke dope (Dope), that opp pack (Ooh, ooh) +Brand new gun (Gun), I'll swap that (Swap) +I don't want my old bitch, I'll swap that (Yeah, yeah) +I don't want your love (Ayy, ayy), I don't want you back (Um, yeah) +No, I don't need your love (Nuh-uh), I just need to get my racks (My racks) +I just need to fill my backpack (Ayy) up with the all-blue stacks (Ayy) +And I know this is a fact (Fact), niggas ain't got my back (Got my back) +I can't blame that ho (Yeah), 'cause she's on that 'Net (That 'Net) +Okay, switchin' on my girls, it's a blessin' +I can't swap out none of these cars, my collection (No) +Outer space coupe like the Jetsons +I swapped out my life and then I turned it to the best one (Woah, oh, yeah) + +[Chorus] +I'll swap that (Let's go, hеy), I'll swap that (Woo, yeah) +I'll swap that (Woo, woo, bee), I'll swap that (Woo, yeah) +I'll swap that (Ayy), I'll swap that (Bee, bee, yeah) +I'll swap that (Swap, swap), I'll swap that (Bee, bee) +[Verse 2] +Swappin' out all of my frеaks (Freaks) +Swappin' 'em out every week (Every week) +She let me hit like the beat (The beat) +I can make her Mona Li' (Ayy) +I know she countin' me out (Out) +But my fans countin' on me (On me) +I had to switch the bitch out (Yeah) +Treat that hoe just like a lease (I guess) +She tryna bark me like a dog +I got a Goyard leash (Yeah) +And I can tell they all frauds +'Cause they know 'bout me +Yeah, and it's still VLONE on my jeans +Yeah, and I'm still feelin' oh-so-clean +Yeah, and I still feel like I'm in my teens +Yeah, and on the real, life ain't what it seems +Yeah, double C and my shirt Celine +Yeah, triple bean and I'm on some lean, yeah + +[Chorus] +I'll swap that (Hey), I'll swap that (Yeah) +I'll swap that (What?), I'll swap that (Huh?) +I'll swap that (Yeah), I'll swap that (Woah) +I'll swap that (Ayy) +I'll swap that, I'll swap that +I'll swap that, I'll swap that +I'll swap that, I'll swap that +I'll swap that +[Outro] +Um, yeah, hahahaha +Ah +Swap her +Yeah +Um, yeah, dippin' her in the water +Yeah, look at my wrist and it cost a quarter +Yeah, I don't even want your daughter +Yeah, look at him, I feel like father +Yeah, niggas mad 'cause I'm the one +Yeah, shoot my shot and I don't need a gun1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Old Ways*[Intro] +(Yeah, ayy) +(Woah, yeah) +It's Lil Uzi (It's Lil Uzi Vert?) +(Back to my old ways) +(Back to my old ways) +(Back to my old ways) +(Back to my old ways) + +[Chorus] +I miss the old days +I miss my old bae +Neck like a snow day +Driving, got road rage +I'm on the road race +Hit it fast, not a slow pace +Cross the street, gotta look both ways +My new bitch, she go both ways + +[Verse 1] +My new bitch, she go both ways +Everybody, they know I'm paid +I ain't having no slow days +I dont even know this bitch name +Why the fuck is she in my face +Need to put on my Louis V shades +Ain't no hate even going my way +Gotta leave no-no I can't stay +I spent like 20 a day +Water my neck like a drain +She don't even know where I stay +Yeah, my chopper got a bеam +I fell in love with the cakе +Back to my old ways (Aye) +But I been through a little more pain (Um Yeah) +[Chorus] +I miss the old days +I miss my old bae +Neck like a snow day +Driving, got road rage +I'm on the road race +Hit it fast, not a slow pace +Cross the street, gotta look both ways +My new bitch, she go both ways + +[Verse 2] +Woah, I do not play when it come to my bro +Woah, I do not play when it comes to my hoe +Matter of fact you could have her +I don't care cause vision my got clear, and I am still here +I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, same nigga that's at the top tier +I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, I got a Miami crib, came with a pier +I am not here at the motherfucking bottom, cause me and you nigga, no we are not peers +Every time I smack that girl fucking bottoms It look like an apple, don't look like a pear +That's why this bitch don't got no no apple bottoms +Got a Rick Owens pants cost a racky a pair +Trappin' in here, need this backend in here +They ain't living them stories, just rapping in fear +You moving like that, then you moving in fear +Don't need nobody, I stack in the mirror +Panorama on the camera, [?] mirror (Panorama on the camera) +I do not do no interviews cause these niggas cops +And I will never talk let 'em hear +My haters in a huddle, I walk through a puddle +Cause I got the water that splash in here +Going so fast, ain't no track in here +TracPhone, TracPhone, trap in here +Care about money, and cars, and fashion in here +My girl don't understand me, I'm too weird +My money so long it might just grow a beard +So much money that gotta be cleared +[Chorus] +I miss the old days, I miss my old bae +Neck like a snow day, driving got road rage +I'm on the road race, hit it fast not a slow pace +Cross the street got look both ways, my lil bitch she go both waysEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Decapitator[Intro] +*Steps back* +Let's get it, Lil Uzi +Let's get it, yeah + +[Chorus] +Okay, I'm not with the funny shit +I need my money quick, if you don't got it, catch fold (Fold) +And if they come after me, turn to catastrophe +Hundred round drum, no reload (Reload) +And If I die 'fore I wake, I pray to lord for my soul to take, that's how it goes (Goes) +It's fucked up we not in the same position +You sell your soul just for some gold (Gold) +I'm not with the funny shit +I need my money quick, if you don't got it, catch fold (Fold) +And if they come after me, turn to catastrophe +Hundred round drum, no reload (Reload) +And If I die 'fore I wake, I pray to lord for my soul to take, that's how it goes (Goes) +It's fucked up we not in the same position +You sell your soul just for some gold (Straight up) + +[Verse] +My body keep shakin', my head it keep turning, I been sittin' out in the fold +It's fucked niggas get a lil' money, they turning so cold (Cold) +The cops was just after me +Jack boy was after me, shit, I don't know where to go +That's why I got these gats on me, hundred round don't reload +Yeah, yeah, yeah, Lil Uzi +I don't even smoke (You know it) +Just roll me something +I don't even smoke (I don't) +About to roll me something, I am +I don't even smoke (Yeah), I don't even smoke (Yeah) +This money keep comin' +These threats do not phase me +I will get you touched for the low (The low) +I'm whippin' up baby, this shit is amazing, what I do on grandmamas stove (Stove) +I'm countin' big faces, these niggas be hatin' +My killers be totin' these poles (Poles) +And if you take picture of that lil' money +You will be the lick for the show (Show) +And when it rains nigga it pours (Pours) +And when it sleet nigga it snows (Snows) +This summer I'm stuntin', I'm hot as the oven +The sun hit my chain now it glows (Glows) +And when it rains nigga it pours (Pours) +And when it sleet nigga it snows (Snow) +This summer I'm stuntin', I'm hot as a oven +The sun hit my chain now it glows (Glow) +[Chorus] +Okay, I'm not with the funny shit +I need my money quick, if you don't got it, catch fold (Yeah) +And if they come after me, turn to catastrophe +Hundred round drum, no reload (Yeah) +And If I die 'fore I wake, I pray to lord for my soul to take, that's how it goes (Yeah) +It's fucked up we not in the same position (Yeah) +You sell your soul just for some gold (Yeah) +Okay, not with the funny shit, I need my money quick... + +[Outro] +I don't even smoke +Just roll me something +I don't even smoke (Pew) +About to roll me something (Pew) +I don't even smoke (Pew), I don't even smoke (Pew)30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Porsche*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Oh yeah +Woah +It's Lil Uzi Vert +It's Lil Uzi Vert, ayy +Yeah, let's go + +[Chorus] +Of course, what you pull up in? a Porsche (In a Porsche) +All of my whips, they got horse (Got horse) +All of my cars, they got torque (Skrrt) +All of my bitches make noise (Noise) +She screaming' loud 'til she hoarse (Hoarse) +She clean it up like a chore (A chore) +No, my bitch don't got a choice (Choice) +Of course, what you pull up in? a Porsche (In a Porsche) +All of my whips, they got horse (Got horse) +All of my cars, they got torque (Skrrt, skrrt) +All of my bitches make noise (Noise) +Shе screaming' loud 'til she hoarse (Hoarsе) +She clean it up like a chore (A chore) +No, my bitch don't got a choice (Choice) + +[Verse] +Who that knocking on my door? (My door) +That is my boy, of course (Of course) +Smokin' on chronic of course (Of course) +Know they got reefer, got on here, of course (Oh) +Come in your hood, I get honored, of course +Pull out my car, it's so fast, need a course +Some of niggas, they been through the war +I fucked you bitch right on top of the water (Water) +Give her some dick and she like a thesaurus +You know she love me regardless +Got back home with five million just from touring' (Yeah) +Let me tell y'all niggas, time's important +I can't do that shit, I swear that I'm sure +Don't get mad at me 'cause you'll just be harmin' +FN got two tone on deck like it's carbon +Just like a bird, through the city, I'm soarin' (Yeah) +I got a bad bitch that got endurance (Yeah) +I got a big body, came with insurance +I got a big bag, put it on a forklift +Niggas be hatin', like, who? I'm Horton (Yeah, yeah) +Whippin' up white just like walkin' on Forces +Twelve get behind me, I turn to big artist +Ask me in my coupe, see I'm good, they annoyin' +I lost my mind and I'm still hearin' voices +Niggas gon' be mad, that's all day (That's all day) +Yeah, that's all day (That's all day) +Bitches makin' noise in the hallways (In the hallway) +We don't all play (We don't all play) +I'm a big boy, no small games +Bitch, we all paid +Lil' nigga, I'm in tall gangs +Bitch, I'm self made (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Of course, what you pull up in? a Porsche (In a Porsche) +All of my whips, they got horse (Got horse) +All of my cars, they got torque (Skrrt, skrrt) +All of my bitches make noise (Noise) +She screaming' loud 'til she hoarse (Hoarse) +She clean it up like a chore (A chore) +No, my bitch don't got a choice (Choice)...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So High / See The Lord*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +(Yeah) +I be so high, sometimes I can see the Lord (The Lord, huh?) +Yeah, that's you? Yeah (uh) +Stack it so high, I can't even see the floor +(10Fifty, I love you) +Yes, woah, yeah + +[Chorus] +Niggas hate, that's of course (Of course) +Yeah, I feel like Stevie, can't even see no more +Yeah, pull up in a 'Rari, pedal to the floor (Skrrt) +Yeah, and I drive this 'Rari like it's on a course (Yoom) +Yeah, fucking on this bitch, damn, she lost her voice (Woah)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Heaven[Chorus] +You know life isn't fair and I have a couple questions (Questions) +I was only six, you didn't see me turn seven +I've been on my own, I'm just living off a blessin' +And when I do wrong, will I still make it to heaven? +Hold on, woah, (Nah) hold on, woah-oh +Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh +Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh +Hold on, woah, (Hold on) hold on, woah-oh +Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh (Yeah) +Hold on, woah, (Yeah), hold on, woah-oh (Ayy) +Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh (Ayy) +Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh (Ayy) + +[Verse] +I said I walked in with a whole different plate (Ayy) +She walked in with a whole different man (Ayy, yeah) +It's okay 'cause I walked in with some whole different bands +(Ayy, ayy) +I'ma do what I want, you gon' do what you can +I said even when I'm sad, I'ma get off the jet, yeah (Yeah) +And when I get old, and I die, turn into a plant, yeah (Oh) +But I can't get old, I'ma stay how I am (Yeah) +Don't want my old bitches that's why I am not with them (Ayy) +Okay, if you call my phone and I don't answer, then I'm ballin' +Maybe I ain't answer 'cause, baby, you used to stall me +Maybe I ain't answer 'cause I'm depressed and I'm lonely +My cousin in heaven, I wonder if he can call me +I, I, I know you can hear it all up in my voice +I know that I sound like I am kinda hoarse +Shootin' at the opps, I think they want some more (Brr, brr) +Bitch, we got the shells like we at the shore (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah) +Yes, I make a rapper hanging out the door +But I ride for my gang, nigga, that's of course +And if they gon' declare, then we bringin' war +(Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah) +Gotta see it, only way I'll believe it +And I'm doing a handshake like I'm really from Bleveland +And you know that it's murder, believe it +If we killing forever what's the reason? (Yeah) +[Chorus] +You know life isn't fair and I have a couple questions +I was only six, you didn't see me turn seven +I've been on my own, I'm just living off a blessin' +And when I do wrong, will I still make it to heaven? +Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh (Yeah) +Hold on, woah, Hold on, woah-oh (Woah) +Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh +Hold on, woah, hold on, woah-oh + +[Outro] +Do they really like me? +I don't know, I don't care +If she really fucked me, I don't know, like to share +Do them by the two's, Uzi ooh, in a pair +I stayed in my mood, I'm so cool, I'm too rare +Yeah, (Yeah) she's too scared +[?] then that girl ain't got no fairs +My vision was blurry, nowadays it's way too clear +My house is too big like a town and I'm the mayor +Yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Friends (16 Zone)[Intro] +Ike (Ike) + +It's not Vlone it's die lone, Get my bitch some Dover +I fuck your bitch then I take her back home, But she gotta give me dome +I told your bitch leave me alone, Feel like i'm in 16 zone, I flood my wrist on top of my yacht, Eliantte on my jaws + +I came a long way, my enemies close +If you don't look at your toes +I came a long way, Yeah I never told +Drop half a million 20 toes +And my shit bang, pull up on a boat +Spend a couple bands right for a coat +See I would never never never catch a cold +I would never never never trust a hoe +I would never never never catch me smiling +But you know I ain't feel this good in a while +Uzi get money in the back of the trap + +Just turned the racks and that boy get the mileage +Fucked your bitch made her get my accountant +She suck with her throat eat it up like a lion +She ain't in no Bentley you know that girl- + +She said it look like a silencer, Don't make a sound, I paint her face make her look like a clown. Shoutout to fifty I just talked to Beanie +I'm talking to Beanie when no one's around +Bitch like a silencer, Don't make a sound, I paint her face make her look like a clown. Shoutout to fifty I just talked to Beanie +I'm talking to Beanie when no one's around + +It's not Vlone it's die lone, Get my bitch some Dover +I fuck your bitch then I take her back home, But she gotta give me dome +I told your bitch leave me alone, Feel like i'm in 16 zone, I flood my wrist on top of my yacht, Eliantte on my jaws + +I came a long way, My diamonds they froze +If you don't look at your toes +I came a long way, Yeah I never told +Drop half a million 20 toes +And my shit bang, pull up on a boat +Spend a couple bands right for a coat +See I would never never never catch a cold +I would never never never trust a hoe +I would never never never catch me smiling +But you know I ain't feel this good in a while +Uzi get money in the back of the trap + +Just turned the racks and that boy get the mileage +Fucked your bitch made her get my accountant +She suck with her throat eat it up like a lion +She ain't in no Bentley you know that girl- + +She said it look like a silencer, Don't make a sound, I paint her face make her look like a clown. Shoutout to fifty I just talked to Beanie +I'm talking to Beanie when no one's around +Bitch like a silencer, Don't make a sound, I paint her face make her look like a clown. Shoutout to fifty I just talked to Beanie +I'm talking to Beanie when no one's around + +It's not Vlone it's die lone, Get my bitch some Dover +I fuck your bitch then I take her back home, But she gotta give me dome +I told your bitch leave me alone, Feel like i'm in 16 zone, I flood my wrist on top of my yacht, Eliantte on my jaws + +I came a long way, My diamonds they froze +If you don't look at your toes +I came a long way, Yeah I never told +Drop half a million 20 toes +And my shit bang, pull up on a boat +Spend a couple bands right for a coat +See I would never never never catch a cold +I would never never never trust a hoe3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +L.A.[Intro] +God damn its your motherfuckin' boy Lil Uzi +The mob, the God damn OG gas, the God damn Cartier shawty +God damn grilled up shawty +God damn Balmain shawty +Hey you know I have a feelin' +But I fuck with some niggas from LA too + +[Verse] +Woke up this mornin' with your motherfuckin' bitch +Smacked her on the ass while she cooked me eggs and grits +After I'm done with her, send her back to your crib +You gon' kiss her lips like she ain't suck my dick +Run it, run it, run it, get a check and run it up +She gon' eat the team, swallow mine, come straight for lunch +Went to LA, 305 picked me up +We just flex on bustas, keep that number nine tucked +Call up IAmSu! nigga, what the fuck is up? +Call up IAmSu! for the Cartier plug +Me and IAmSu! talkin' bout bitches that we want +Smokin' OG gas, purple shit in my lungs + +[Hook] +Went to LA nigga what the fuck is up? +Went to the Bay nigga what the fuck is up? +Went to PA nigga what the fuck is up? +What the fuck is up? What the fuck is up? +Went to LA nigga what the fuck is up? +Went to the Bay nigga what the fuck is up? +Went to PA nigga what the fuck is up? +What the fuck is up? What the fuck is up? +Went to LA nigga what the fuck is up? +Went to the Bay nigga what the fuck is up? +Went to PA nigga what the fuck is up? +What the fuck is up? What the fuck is up? +Went to LA nigga what the fuck is up? +Went to the Bay nigga what the fuck is up? +Went to PA nigga what the fuck is up? +What the fuck is up? What the fuck is up? +[Outro] +Went to the NO nigga what the fuck is up? +Went to Chi-raq nigga what the fuck is up? +Went straight through Brooklyn nigga what the fuck is up? +Know some Harlem niggas like what the fuck is up? +Niggas in the Bronx like what the fuck is up? +Niggas in the City like what the fuck is up? +My niggas out in Texas like what the fuck is up? +My niggas North Carolina like what the fuck is up? +My niggas South Carolina like what the fuck is up? +My Detroit niggas like what the fuck is up? +My ATL niggas like what the fuck is up? +I ran out of beat, rest of y'all what is up?3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +In This Bitch*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) +Okay, It's Lil Uzi Vert +Slow down (Skrrt) +Woah, hey, what? +Huh (Crazy, yeah) +Yeah, yeah, It's Lil Uzi Vert + +[Chorus] +I go dumb in this bitch +Fuck from the back, put my thumb in this bitch +He sound just like me, like my son in this bitch +Smoking on gas need a lung in this bitch +I'm not T-Pain, but I'm swung in this bitch +She open her mouth, use her tongue in this bitch +I am so fly, I could run in this bitch +Aye, bitch, I be running this shit +Aye, so fly, I get turnt in this bitch + +[Post-Chorus] +You know I'm rich as a bitch +Count up a mil' (Bitch) +Stay with a real bitch +You is a real bitch +I know the real bitch +You prolly snitched like a bitch +Suck on this dick, you lil' bitch +[Verse 1] +Bust on this dick, you lil' bitch +I just cut off my lil' bitch +I just topped off my lil bitch +I got that Pamela (Bitch) +I can not sneak diss a bitch +I'ma just mistreat a bitch +Pull up a two-seater (Bitch) +And I got two heaters (Bitch) +Diamonds like water (Bitch) +You look like your father (Bitch) +I'm smoking on Howard (Bitch) +Not smoking on sour (Bitch) +I got Courage the Dog (Bitch) +I'm not a coward (Bitch) +Girl from Miami (Bitch) +But her attitude from Broward (Bitch) +I might just swerve on that bitch +I cannot worry 'bout no bitch +I cannot worry 'bout no bitch +I cannot worry 'bout no bitch +I came in first in this bitch +Cannot get hurt for this bitch +Cannot get tricked by no bitch +Only get licked by a bitch +[Chorus] +I go dumb in this bitch +Fuck from the back, put my thumb in this bitch +He sound just like me, like my son in this bitch +Smoking on gas need a lung in this bitch +I'm not T-Pain, but I'm swung in this bitch +She open her mouth, use her tongue in this bitch +I am so fly, I could run in this bitch +Aye, bitch, I be running this shit +Aye, so fly, I get turnt in this bitch + +[Verse 2] +I'm so disrespectful, but I could get intellectual +Bad bitch with me, and you know she bisexual +I done already snapped, let me see you flex and roll +I just bought a whole pint, from your local Texaco +Cops pull me over, I act like I'm from Mexico +I'm not Wreck-It Ralph, but I'm known to prolly wreck your hoe +Niggas tryna take my temperature, you need to check your hoe (Woah) +We got them sticks like bitch (Yes) +Won't call my opps like a bitch (Ay) +I cannot miss a bitch +I put my bricks on a bitch +I put my wrist in that bitch +Diamonds got piss in this bitch +I cannot kiss that lil' bitch +Asked that lil bitch for a bitch +I am not sensitive (Bitch) +My bitch, she say "periodt" (Bitch) +But where the sentence is? (Bitch) +I look at the whole one (Bitch) +My eyes look chameleon +I'm so rich, I'm reptilian (Bitch) +I'm not lying, bitch, I'm serious (Bitch) +I'm not George, but I'm curious (Bitch) +Fuck that bitch in the tub, man, I'm no Harriet +[Chorus] +I go dumb in this bitch +Fuck from the back, put my thumb in this bitch +He sound just like me, like my son in this bitch +Smoking on gas need a lung in this bitch +I'm not T-Pain, but I'm swung in this bitch +She open her mouth, use her tongue in this bitch +I am so fly, I could run in this bitch +Aye, bitch, I be running this shit +Aye, so fly, I get turnt in this bitch5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m Leaving[Intro] +Yeah +Yeah +Lil Uzi + +[Hook Lil Uzi Vert] +She only want a lil niggah cause I'm eatin' +Man I swear, it looks deceiving +And your bitch all on my dick just for no reason +Man I swear, it looks deceiving + +[Hook Phat Geez] +She only want a lil niggah cuz I'm eatin' +Oh, I looks deceiving +If she ain't tryna fuck me bitch you leaving +Oh, bitch you leaving + +[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert] +Bitches all up on my dick +And I bought some of these lips +And I be getting the money, got fifties and hundreds like I just hit me a lick +Choppin' a brick, my bitch just be choppin' and choppin' a brick +Winter time fox on the list +Summer time's here so it's droppin' the top on the whip +Extended clip right on the Uzi +My bitch got extended clip right on the fifth +Rollie matching on the wrist +And She love sucking my dick, and you love taking her out +[Verse: Phat Geez] +You like taking her out +And I'm dickin' her down, get the fuck out my house +We got limited work +(what the fuck is a drought?) what the fuck is a drought? +We moving it in and pitching it out +Might give her the dick, don't be running your mouth +Don't be running your mouth, we snatching em all don't ask for the price +Won't make it upstairs, you get fucked on the couch +Fucked on the couch let me slow it down +When I'm in the building smelling like a pound +Your bitch on my dick tell her wipe it down (wipe it down) +Yeah Uzi tell her wipe it down + +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert ] +She only want a lil niggah cause I'm eatin' +Man I swear, it looks deceiving +And your bitch all on my dick just for no reason +Man I swear, it looks deceiving + +[Hook Phat Geez] +She only want a lil niggah cuz I'm eatin' +Oh, I looks deceiving +If she ain't tryna fuck me bitch you leaving +Oh, bitch you leaving +[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert] +She said Lil Uzi, can't keep my name out her mouth +Yeah I was all in your bed, nigga I fuck with your house +Nobody don't know who you is, where the fuck is your clout +I open the trunk, nigga what you want +This .50 Cal have you running a route +Nigga I am on the rise, in the kitchen with my guys +Mixing the pot this shit is a bakery, just the way Uzi be flipping them pies (whip) +If I ain't gripping the tec, then I be grippin' the nine +If I ain't grippin her hips, then I be grippin' her thighs1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Don’t Know Nuffin[Intro] +Oh, oh +I'm skrt +They looking at me like I got answers (Uh-uh) +I don't know nuffin' + +[Pre-Chorus] +Nigga got hit in the head 12 came round +Fuck you looking at, fuck 12 nigga, pigs +Nigga I don't know nuffin' +Why the fuck a fuck nigga talkin to me, like I'm dead like +I don't know nuffin' like we don't know nuffin' +Now I'm gettin' money nigga look at me like I owe them something + +[Chorus] +But I don't know nuffin', like I don't know nuffin' +Yeah I'm gone off the lean, drink promethazine nigga I don't know nuffin' (Like I don't know nuffin') +Say I don't know nuffin', say I don't know nuffin' +Big long magazine, hit a nigga fifteen but I don't know nuffin' + +[Verse 1] +[?], with it on ya' +Better get dumbfounded on shit like I don't know nuffin' (Like we don't know nuffin') +I don't understand how a nigga be rattin' on they own damn cousin (On their own damn kinfolk) +They did that shit in my hood now a new nigga +Don't know nuffin' (God damn, god damn) +I don't fuck with a rat nigga don't fuck with a bitch nigga never +Hit a nigga up with a motherfuckin' Glock ten +Right through the leather (God damn, god damn) +Yeah I'm driving around in that new new +Yeah I got money like what (Let's get it let's get it) +And my bitch look like new new +But buff in the body, in the butt +Nigga what's up +Like I don't no nuffin' +Bout that money I know something +Ain't bout that money I don't know nuffin' +All the bitches over there, all the bitches over there +I don't understand how a niggas cuffin' +Talkin' bout your shootin' at my squad +Nigga swear to god that a bitch nigga be bluffin' (Whatever) +Yeah the bitch nigga bluffin' (Yeah, yeah) +But I don't no nuffin' +I ain't gon go on twitter tell a nigga I'm gon' kill em +'Cause I don't know nuffin' (Cop shit) +'Cause swear to god you know that the god damn cops be watchin' +So you know the god damn feds be comin' +I don't fuck with 12, I don't fuck with jake +I don't fuck with the pig, I don't fuck with the narc +Hit a nigga in his head now a nigga dead shit +Like I don't know nothin' +[Bridge] +Bitch nigga, swear to god I don't know nuffin' (That's true) +You got work well who the fuck you frontin' +Cause if you start frontin' my squad +We ain't takin' that like its nothin' (Take that shit amir) +I don't know nuffin' + +[Chorus] +But I don't know nuffin', I don't know nuffin +Yeah I'm gone off the lean, drink promethazine I don't know nuffin' +Like I don't know nuffin' +Say I don't know nuffin', say I don't know nuffin' +Big long magazine, hit a nigga fifteen +But I don't know nuffin' +Yeah + +[Verse 2] +Nigga talk fake I finish it +Yeah I hid the semi quick +Yeah I gotta fuckin' kill a nigga +Yeah I'm gettin' money +Started off with one, started off with two +Now watch a nigga go to trippin' +Yeah I'm gettin' money motherfucker +Got chains got rings +Yeah all these diamonds, these penny rich +Like literally, like literally (Longway) +Got your bitch on me yeah she fuckin' with a lil' nigga +Lil Uzi Vert pull the trigger +Tell a bitch I be makin' money I be gettin' fifties, hundreds +Nigga I was just a feenin' (God damn) +I get a lot of mothafuckin' thangs +[?] +If you do weight +Dumb motherfuckin' pussy nigga +Ten niggas fuck with it (Fuck with me, fuck with me) +I'm a real nigga seveteen when I first started gettin' money +Like I'm Will (Gettin' money like I'm Will) +Yeah I will [?] when ya nigga won't wit em +I shoot a nigga up yeah I got a semi tucked +No old people or children +And I got the semi tucked +Nigga just be peepin', no old people or children +Money just come and go (Come and go) +Young nigga got bankroll (Got bankroll) +Come up on me, suicidal +Come up on me, suicidal +[Pre-Chorus] +Nigga got hit in the head 12 round +I don't know nuffin' +Fuck you looking at, fuck 12 nigga, pigs +Nigga I don't know nuffin' +Why the fuck a fuck nigga talk to me, I'm dead like +I don't know, I don't know +Now I'm gettin' money nigga look at me like I owe them something + +[Chorus] +But I don't know nuffin', I don't know nuffin' +Yeah I'm gone off the lean drink promethazine I don't know nuffin' +Like I don't know nuffin' +I don't know nuffin', say I don't know nuffin' +Big long magazine, hit a nigga fifteen but I don't know nuffin' +(I don't know nuffin') + +[Outro] +We don't tolerate the rat shit +Yeah +Lil Uzi6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Forgi Tires*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +Yeah +Pull up skrrt, Forgi Tires +Xanax got me tired +All this Raf Simons, Michael Myers +Late night eat her like a diner +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Rock Margiela for the whole year, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Rock VLONE for the whole year +Rock Off-White for the whole year + +[Verse] +Saint-Laurent and some Phillip Lim +Pull up with my bro, yeah +Lambo, twins +Oh my god, just sold my Lambo, pull up in a Benz +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Rock Vetement, for the whole yeah +Roll that gas up, know I smoke that ganja +Girl you so fine, and I really can't find ya +What? Shake that ass, let me sign ya +Yeah, oh he cool but I’m flier +[...]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Introvert[Intro] +Uhh, uh +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank + +[Chorus] +Didn't trust broad from beginning +Don't fuck with none of these women +I done fucked all of these women +If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin' +Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin' +Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin' +Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' + +[Verse 1] +Stackin' my money, I'm countin' this paper (woo) +You fuck with me, .223 bullet in chamber (yeah, yeah) +I promise you, leave your girl 'round me, I'll take her (I'll take her!) +She didn't wanna lick her Lil Uzi, now had taste it +Faded I put down my dough, I don't really be chasin' (uhh) +LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers (woo) +Baby, that ass fit we wanna really see you shake it (yeah, yeah) +Swerve in the coupe and I'm countin' that money, no charts +She said, "Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist" +She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion +I'm drivin' up in the Rolls Royce (I do!) +I'm countin' money when I'm bored (I'm countin', I'm countin') +Stop countin' money 'cause that's what I do when I'm bored +If you ain't really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point? +I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, in that bedroom feel like I'm Floyd +Uh, uhh, uhh +Uh, uhh, uhh + +[Chorus] +Didn't trust broad from beginning +Don't fuck with none of these women +I done fucked all of these women +If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin' +Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin' +Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin' +Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' + +Ohh, ohh, ohh +Ohh, ohh, ohh +Yeah, ohh, yeah + +[Verse 2] +I'm off the Xan', she off Roc' +Trunk in the front of my car +I met the slut at the bar +I fucked the slut at the bar +Strummin' that pussy guitar +Smashin' that bih' like a tar +Shots on your bitch like JR +But in my wallet, Goyard +Raf Simmons steppin' on ya +Margielas steppin' on ya +Rick Owens steppin' on ya +All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark (see in dark) +I am not regular, baby girl, you're with a star (you're with a star) +I am ballin' like I am Derrick Rose +I be ballin' like I miss Amber Rose +Luv is Rage, jump in a crowd at my shows +[Chorus] +Didn't trust broad from beginning +Don't fuck with none of these women +I done fucked all of these women +If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin' +Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin' +Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin' +Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Came in With a 30*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh +I'm the one who get all the dough +No I do not want that hoe, ayy +Kick that bitch right out the door, ayy +I got the motherfuckin' domes, [?] +I get the motherfuckin' money +I fuck your bitch, I'm rockin' that Tommy +Sike, this is Givenchy, ayy +No, I do not want no Gucci, yeah +Yeah, I know she want to do me, ayy +She wanna kick it with Uzi, uh +I got forty different rounds in my Uzis, ayy +And my car ain't very choosy, uh + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Ayy, I just came in with a 30, uh +I just came in with a 30, uh +I just came in with a 30, uh +I just came in with a 30, uh +I signed it for forty, uh +Spit like ten or thirty, uh +One girl, yeah, she forty, uh +Lied, uh, said she thirty, woah +Yeah, used to be dirty, woah +Now, I rock Hermes, uh, yeah +Got a new Maybach, uh, yeah +The one with the curtains, uh ,yeah +Your bitch keep workin', uh +...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Know Me / Gucci Sneaks*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +She want brand-new Gucci sneaks +Only know her for a week +I get brain like a geek (Ayy) +Man, she always on her knees (Yeah) +Cause she know I got the cheese (Yeah) +Pull up whip no keys (Yeah) +Young nigga stay clean (It's Lil Uzi Vert) +Everybody know me +Everybody know me (Ayy) +Swagging like I'm in my teens (Ayy) +Hair purple like some lean (Ayy) +I put braces on my teeth (Ayy) +She keep layin' in my sheets (Ayy) +I got girls overseas (Ayy) +Yeah, she hate when I leave (Ayy) + +[Verse] +Why you so mad at me? (Yeah) +Anytime you could leavе (Ayy) +I don't know why you sneak (Ayy) +Make you look like a creep (Ayy) +And yеs, I'm known to take the lead (Ayy) +I could take care of your needs (Ayy) +Put you in car with no keys (Ayy) +Put you in car with no keys (Yeah) +You know I'm gon' come when you call (Ayy) +Put you in clothes that's straight off the runway, no yes, not straight out the mall (Yeah) +Ride me like a motorcycle, man, I hope this girl do not stall (Yeah) +Ride me like a motorcycle, man, I hope this girl do not fall +I just looked up, turned into the one, now I'm gon' ball (Yeah) +[Chorus] +She want brand-new Gucci sneaks (Yeah) +Only know her for a week (Yeah) +I get brain like a geek (Ayy) +Man, she always on her knees (Ayy) +Cause she know I got the cheese (Ayy) +Pull up, whip no keys (Ayy) +Young nigga stay clean (Ayy) +Everybody know me (Ayy) +Everybody know me (Ayy) +Swagging like I'm in my teens (Ayy) +Hair purple like some lean (Ayy) +I put braces on my teeth (Ayy) +She keep laying in my sheets (Ayy) +I got girls overseas (Ayy) +Yeah, she hate when I leave (Um, yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Noisey & Friends FreestyleYou so mad you can't hold on my bitch +Need that money I get it like this +Told that bitch that my diamonds like bliss +Told that bitch that she can't give me kiss +I might go down right in on my bitch +Told that bitch that I am and I did it +I feel like Wanda, yeah, I'm gon' wish +All that money I get it like this +[?] +Bad bitch and she all on my side +Uh, fuck that bitch right in my ride +Uh, yuh [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Proud of You (Original)*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +Yeah, woah, slatt +(Bugz on the beat) +And you know, um +I was just talking to, um, Slime, you know (Slime) +I was talkin' to Thug, he said + +[Chorus] +"Uzi, I am proud of you" +I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Let's go) +He said, "That's a Rollie kit" +I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Diamond) +I am a Smithstoneyan ('Stoneyan) +Look how big this Rollie is (What?) +"Uzi, I am proud of you" +I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Slatt) +"Uzi, I am proud of you" +I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (I am) +He said, "That's a Rollie kit" +I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Okay) +I am a Smithstoneyan +Look how big this Rollie is (Let's go) +"Uzi, I am proud of you" (I'm proud of you) +[Verse 1] +Rockstar, yellow bitch like corn (Like corn) +Went to MIA, turned orange (Turned orange) +Pull up new Lam', no insurance (Skrrt) +Baby foreign (Foreign) +Overseas money when a nigga tourin' (I'm tourin') +She suck it up and hеr eyes start pourin' (Suck it up) +Let mе strap my leg up like George +Woah, let's go (Let's go, let's go) +It's no way that I'm fightin' you (No way) +She move like a prostitute (Bitch) +She ain't got a lot to lose (No, no) +No, no, at all +Yes, my Rollie face is green +Slime, his Rollie face is red +Gunna Rollie face is blue (No cap) +Let's go, for sure, for sure +I could never make that girl my ho +'Cause she play with her nose (Ew) +Put diamonds on my wrist, my hands (Bblaow) +My neck, my nose (My nose, my nose) +I ran out of space, put it on my ankle +Put it on my toes +Oh yeah +Put it on your bitch, put it on my bros +[Chorus] +"Uzi, I am proud of you" +I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Let's go) +He said, "That's a Rollie kit" +I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Diamond) +I am a Smithstoneyan ('Stoneyan) +Look how big this Rollie is (What?) +"Uzi, I am proud of you" +I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Slatt) +"Uzi, I am proud of you" +I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (I am) +He said, "That's a Rollie kit" +I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Okay) +I am a Smithstoneyan +Look how big this Rollie is (Let's go) + +[Verse 2] +I'm in outer space geeked up +Uh, 6-3 drugs, no one out here who I trust +Uh, I can erupt +I know I’m from outer space +I know they sick of us +Bentley got them laser beams, they wanna beam me up +These niggas they wanna beat me up, that’s my gun my tuck +These niggas they wanna be me much...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +FLEX ON ME[Hook] +I sip lean nigga, what you mean +You ain't with the shits +You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip +Extended clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip +Oh thats your bitch +Well shorty all up on my dick +I sip lean nigga, what you mean +You ain't with the shits +You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip +Thats the clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip +Oh thats your bitch +Well shorty all up on my dick + +[Bridge] +Like +God damn, bitch tried to flex on me, bitch tried to flex on me +God damn, bitch tried to flex on me, bitch tried to flex on me +And she might be hotter than Lil Uzi for a moment then STD + +[Verse 1] +Like, why you obsessed with a lil nigga +Cocaine habits and a whole lotta drugs dumb bitch +Why you talking through a sneak diss +Eat a dick shoutout to Tatianna dumb bitch +Sweatpant pussy on sweet +You would need three dicks just for my one +And came to your friends and we went upstairs +Just let you eat the condom +I ain't have no protection on me +I ain't want no infection on me +Thank god I ain't touch you +Probably got a couple niggas stressin' homie +Next time come harder bitch (dumb bitch) +Don't be hand steppin' homie (no no) +And shoutout to the squad just another lesson for me +But like back to the money, fuck free problems +Lil Uzi Vert he straight grindin' +White gold on the pink straight shinin' +And I'mma be on top, shit take time +And all the sneak talk yeah I heard you lyin' +Lil Uzi sick like the stomach virus +Yeah that nigga sick like the stomach virus +When I spit make a bitch throw up a stomach line +[Hook] +I sip lean nigga, what you mean +You ain't with the shits +You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip +Extended clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip +Oh thats your bitch +Well shorty all up on my dick +I sip lean nigga, what you mean +You ain't with the shits +You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip +Thats the clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip +Oh thats your bitch +Well shorty all up on my dick + +[Bridge] +Like God damn +Plug try to flex on me +Plug try to flex on me (what the fuck?) +Plug try to flex on me +Plug try to flex on me + +[Verse 2] +I just copped like thirty six +And I couldn't move the shit in less than a week +Yes I'm a lean head drop the soda +With the Jolly Rancher drink it like its water +And I just got a forty hold a quarter +Stopped fuckin' with the plug ran to his daughter +And I upped the beans lean a nigga over +Whippin' up the pot more baking soda +Bout to touch R8 money, all hundreds +Be the fuckin' loaded +Bitch on my dick, she know I'm the shit +Look at my wrist when a nigga water whip +Look at my wrist when a nigga water whip +[Hook] +I sip lean nigga, what you mean +You ain't with the shits +You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip +Extended clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip +Oh thats your bitch +Well shorty all up on my dick +I sip lean nigga, what you mean +You ain't with the shits +You try me, yes I got the .40 all up on my hip +Thats the clip yes I put the forty all up in yo' whip +Oh thats your bitch +Well shorty all up on my dick18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Like 50[Intro] +Dig a hole, dig a hole +Yeah dig a hole, dig a hole + +[Chorus] +Dig a hole like 50 boy +New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys) +They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (They hate to see me) +I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy +Dig a hole like 50 boy +New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys) +They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (Yeah) +I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy (Demi moore) + +[Verse 1] +I got so much money boy (Money Boy) +Please tell me where the money boy +Swear that you a bummy boy (Bummy boy) +And these hoes, they do not like bummy boys (No they don't) +I stack my money super high, my money high than a dinosaur +And when it come to all this shit +I am a rich nigga connoisseur +I'm just gettin' what I get +Got your bitch all on my fuckin' dick +(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick) +I never double tap on a old hoe +AP and Rollie boy (That rollie boy) +We got paper, no time for you boy +Lambo that's the boy, I need me a Aventador +Skrrt +[Chorus] +Dig a hole like 50 boy +New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys) +They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (They hate to see me) +I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy +Dig a hole like 50 boy +New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys) +They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (Yeah) +I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy (Demi moore) + +[Verse 2] +Whippin' in a vacant boy (Whip, whip) +Whippin' in the pot I'm bakin' boy +Extended tech it will leave you stankin' boy +In the streets like what you rankin' boy +I'm off the lean like thats what I'm drinkin' boy +The girl suck my dick you a faithful boy +She give me brain I know what she thinkin' boy +You be talkin' you ain't really makin' noise +Lil uzi extended clip I got the toys +You got that money got that work +I'm on my music tryna' win a award +She lookin' at me I think that girl like me +Pirhana mouth told that bitch to bite me +All this money excite me +Excite me, excite me +[Chorus] +Dig a hole like 50 boy +New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys) +They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (They hate to see me) +I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy +Dig a hole like 50 boy +New handgun yeah you know we semi boys (Semi boys) +They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (Yeah) +I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy (Demi moore) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Lil Uzi3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sanctuary[Intro] +(Casok) +Yeah +(Casok) + +[Verse 1] +Okay I heard he cool, but I swear that I'm better, mm +Diamonds they cold need a sweater, mm +Thousand dollar for the sweater, mm +Diamonds like snow, I'm a sleder, mm +That bitch a dog, I can't pet her, mm +Suck me up, and I'm a let her, mm +Lick me up like I'm a letter, mm + +[Chorus] +I was on soda, I was on potion, I was living in the moment, mm +No I can't hit it, No I can't stick it but I told her to deepthroat it +Oh you sippin' lean, you got supreme? +Tell that lil bitch just to fuck, off +Diamonds they wet, just like a boat, so you know I had to row it +Row that shit right with the pedal, mm +Lambo got shifts like the patal, mm +Margiela print at the cap ouu +Got the python boot with the rattle, mm + +[Verse 2] +Diamonds they dancing, ouu +Diamonds they dancing wanna battle, ouu +I'm the type, make him don't matter +Got a Glock on me with a lateral, mm +I ain't really with the chatter, mm +Reason why my pockets fatter, yeah +Whipping mixing up the batter, yeah +You a fraud, you a capper, yeah +Whole movie, you an actor, mm +I don't punch you, I'm a slap ya, yeah +Stacking my cheese, get like me, stack it up right to my knees +Westwood T's, pull up truck, got the big old B, yeah +Get the guap, 100%, put that on my niece, yeah +Big ol' diamonds in my necklace, boogers in my teeth, yeah +Boy don't try, please don't reach, Glock, keep that on me, mm +[Chorus] +I was on soda, I was on potion, I was living in the moment, mm +You know I get heady, you know I get sticky, I told her right to deepthroat it, ouu +Oh you sippin' lean, you got supreme? +Tell that lil bitch to go fuck, off +Diamonds they wet, just like a boat, so you know I had to row it +Row that shit right with the pedal, mm +Lambo got shifts like the patal, mm +Margiela print at the cap ouu +Got the python boot with the rattle, mm + +[Open Verse] + +[Chorus] +I was on soda, I was on potion, I was living in the moment, mm +You know I get heady, you know I get sticky, I told her right to deepthroat it, ouu +Oh you sippin' lean, you got supreme? +Tell that lil bitch to go fuck, off +Diamonds they wet, just like a boat, so you know I had to row it +Row that shit right with the pedal, mm +Lambo got shifts like the patal, mm +Margiela print at the cap ouu +Got the python boot with the rattle, mmEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +FEENIN FREESTYLE[Intro] +Yeah, Ya'll think cause Lil Uzi on the radio now +That nigga don't be outchea juggin', catchin' jits +Yeah yeah yeah +(steaktown, steaktown, steaktown) + +[Hook] +I'm feenin', yeah (x7) +I'm feenin' +I drink that purple, now +I'm leanin', yeah (x6) +I'm leanin' + +[Verse 1] +What I sip, that shit be purple +Talkin' to keys, he got a zip +I just fucked on your bitch +The thottie, the cat, be suckin' dick +That Uzi, he stupid, your bitch, she love me +I'm poppin a roofie, I feel like a cupid +I go in, I go dumb, I do my own thing +I got all this money +Yeah nigga, I'm juugin' +I get what I want, I get what I want +Finesse who I want, I flex on who +Anybody I want, your bitch up on me +I'm makin' this money, I feel like I am Tony +Your bitch all up on me +I feel like I'm Tony +[Hook] +I'm feenin', yeah (x7) +I'm feenin' +I drink that purple, now +I'm leanin', yeah (x6) +I'm leanin' + +[Verse 2] +My grandma told me +Stop drinkin' that shit +Before I be up on that hospital bed +But I told her that I can't leave it 'lone +It's all on me, Prometh make a nigga strong +I drank it, I feel like I am the king +All I drink is purple, fuck easter pink +I don't like it, I like it darker +I like my bitches skin darker +I like my whip I drive darker +These niggas look like me, I'm they father +Leanin', leanin', leanin', leanin' +I made this song right here, I'm leanin' + +[Outro] +I'm feenin' +Feenin', Feenin', Feenin' +I'm feenin' +Feenin' +Damn, they all feenin' +I'm feenin' +Feenin' Feenin' Feenin' Feenin' Feenin' +I'm off the shits, I'm off the shits +Feenin' Feenin' Feenin' +Leanin', Leanin' , Leanin' +I swear I'm leanin' +Leanin' Leanin' +I'm leanin' I'm leanin' I'm leanin' +Yeah, Lil Uzi bitch2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Don’t Know*Diamonds in my nose +Please Don't Call My Phone +I don´t know +Please Don’t Call My Phone +I don´t knowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +It’s Over*[Intro] +Rockstar, yeah (Radical) +And I might sound a little funny on this one +Because I was just crying +And the reason I was crying cus I'm so happy that I’m so rich + +[Pre-Chorus] +Now it's going bad (Yeah) +This the life you really could've had +Pack your clothes up bitch and grab your bag (Bye) +Now you’re tryna look at me all sad (Why) + +[Chorus] +Just because you know that it is over +Yeah you know its over +Now you know you can't cry on my shoulder (Whoa) +Now you looking bad +Girl you went out sad +Imma get the bag (Get the bag) +Only thing I'm focused on is racks (The racks) +I'm not looking back +Now you know our love is so over (Ayy) + +[Post-Chorus] +Yeah you know its over (Huh) +Now I'm by myself I'm never sober (Huh) +Yeah I really showed her (Yeah, ayy) +[Verse 1] +And I, I don't want you back (Um, I don't want you back) +Evеrything you ever said was wack (All that shit is wack) +Everything I’m saying is a fact +I ain’t еver looking at my back + +[Pre-Chorus] +This the life you really could've had +Pack your clothes up bitch and grab your bag +Now you’re tryna look at me all sad + +[Chorus] +Just because you know that it is over +Yeah you know its over +Now you know you can't cry on my shoulder +Now you looking bad +Girl you went out sad +Imma get the bag +Only thing I'm focused on is racks +I'm not looking back +Now you know our love is so over + +[Post-Chorus] +Yeah you know its over +Now I’m by myself I'm never sober +Yeah I really showed her +[Verse 2] +Bitch, I put you on my back (Bitch, I put you on my back) +You ain't ever had to ask (You ain't ever had to ask) +I'm the one that bought that ass (I bought that ass) +If you ask me love's a trap (Love's a trap) +I would rather pass (I would rather pass) +I just got addicted to the math (Addicted to the racks) +Countin' up this money, now I laugh +Wait, how I make this much? (Aye) + +[Pre-Chorus] +Now it's going bad (Yeah) +This the life you really could've had +Pack your clothes up bitch and grab your bag (Bye) +Now you're tryna look at me all sad (Why) + +[Chorus] +Just because you know that it is over +Yeah you know its over +Now you know you can't cry on my shoulder +Now you looking bad +Girl you went out sad +Imma get the bag +Only thing I'm focused on is racks +I'm not looking back +[Outro] +Now you know our love is so over +Yeah you know its over +Now I'm by myself I'm never sober (Bye bye, Yeah!) +Yeah I really showed herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Still Servin[Intro] +Zaytoven + +[Chorus] +I was certain, flex on them on purpose (Huh), what +Right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (How you do that, baby?), yeah +That's for certain, I'm so rich, I'm nervous (What, yeah) +You're a burden, broke boy, I'm allergic (Yeah) +I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah +I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah +I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah (Hello?) +She's a Barbie (Hello?), fuck her like a virgin (Yeah, like a—) + +[Verse 1] +Ayy, ayy, ayy, (Ayy), wait, ayy +Thumb through the fifties and thumb through the hundreds +I swear to God that I got too much cake +My neck is on freeze and my wrist is degrees +If you wanted to, I swear that you could ice skate +I'm off the hook like the worm is the bait +Woah, your girl love givin' me face +Walk around, AP, the diamond the face, woah +That's the reason why I'm late +Kept it real from the jump (Yup) +That's the reason why I'm paid (A millionaire) +Diamond hickey like a lump (Swag) +All my jewelry custom-made (Huh?) +Walk around with a pump (What?), put that shit by my leg (Lil Uzi) +Put a hundred on his head, Mr. Push-Me-To-The-Edge +'Cause all my friends are dead +All of my commas are blue (Woah) +But my new bitch, yeah, she red +None of these girls, yeah, they new, uh +But she gon' do what I say, ayy +Money gon' do a lot +[Chorus] +I was certain, flex on them on purpose (Huh), what +Right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (How you do that, baby?), yeah +That's for certain, I'm so rich, I'm nervous (What, yeah) +You're a burden, broke boy, I'm allergic (Yeah) +I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah +I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah +I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah (Hello?) +She's a Barbie (Hello?), fuck her like a virgin (Yeah, like a—) + +[Verse 2] +Pull up on that fuck nigga just for talkin' shit (Skrrt) +Do a drive-by, we ain't walkin' it (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) +Got them big chops, my niggas keep sparkin' shit +You got them .30s but we got them longer clips +Fuck that bitch once then I'm ending the party +Look at that girl, like, "I'm sorry" +Dyin' my hair so I feel like Jeff Hardy +These niggas keepin' up, um, hardly +Hardly, hardly, hardly, pew (Lil' bitch) +She jump on the top and she ridin' my dick like that shit was a Harley, pew (Lil' bitch) +Two guns on me I name the one "Joker," the other, "Quinn Harley" (Swag) +Huh, diamonds they shinin', got a son on me (Huh) +Yeah, you my homie, don't run on me +Matter of fact, smoke, lil' bitch, 'cause I got my gun on me +Wait, that lil' bitch came over (Woah), then she put tongue on me (Yeah) +"Uzi, can you cum on me?" (Ayy), "Can you put you son on me?" +[Chorus] +I was certain, flex on them on purpose (Huh), what +Right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (How you do that, baby?), yeah +That's for certain, I'm so rich, I'm nervous (What, yeah) +You're a burden, broke boy, I'm allergic (Yeah) +I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah +I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah +I'm still servin', yeah, I'm still servin', yeah (Hello?) +She's a Barbie (Hello?), fuck her like a virgin (Yeah, like a—)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Check UpDon't call my phone, don't leave no message +That girl was swerving me, diamonds [?] better than [?] on level +Up all night don't buss on my chick, spent 200 for the ? +Y'all niggas fuck that check up, y'all niggas fuck that check up (aye)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Meek Mill[Hook] +I would never be a sucker, kept it real +I could never trust a hoe, thats how I feel +And if they ain't talkin' money fuck a deal +I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill +Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill +I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill +Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill +Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill +I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill + +[Verse 1] +Bout to be on top my city like Meek mill +And that chain I got on cost 50 like Meek Mill +And I might drive in my city inm a Aston, fuck that +Might cop that all gold Bentley like I'm Meek Mill (skrt skrt) +Don't give a fuck about a hater fuck how you feel +I'm up off this lean bout to pop me a pill (I am I am) +And I'm the only Philly nigga with a platinum grill +And I'm the only Philly nigga makin' these hits +(I'm makin' these hits) +I tell me a fuck nigga different level to with these shits +(different level to what) And that boy +And a O to a 36 different level to these bricks +He ain't got no money +Oh you want to fuck with them, different level to these chicks +I need my dick sucked right now different level to the lip +[Hook] +I would never be a sucker, kept it real +I could never trust a hoe, thats how I feel +And if they ain't talkin' money fuck a deal +I need at least 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill +Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill +I need like at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill +Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill +Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill (lets get it, lets get it) +I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill + +[Verse 2] +Tell that nigga don't get it +Fuck that bitch I probably want her sister +I admit, I don't give a shit +Whippin' and whip it and whip +We about to go and get a brick +Don't give a fuck that 20 grand law +I got your bitch all in my car +She fuck with me I feel like I am a motherfuckin' star +This Lil uzi my nigga, I got me a uzi my nigga +Hit you with the toolie my nigga +Winter time be the Coogi my nigga +Summertime Off White, fuck your bitch all night +I am the man nigga, I'm star bright (Got money) +I got the chains I got the rings and I got the watch and +I got the block +I got your bitch she all on my dick and she will not stop +(She will not stop) +I swear to god that bitch won't stop +She won't she won't +Nah she won't stop +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi +[Hook] +I would never be a sucker, kept it real +I could never trust a hoe, thats how I feel +And if they ain't talkin' money fuck a deal +I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill +Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill +I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill +Like I'm Meek Mill, like I'm Meek Mill +I need at least like 2 M's like I'm Meek Mill9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Plugged In[Intro] +Plugged in +Lil Uzi Plugged in +[?] +Lets get it +Lets get it + +[Chorus] +I got plugs nigga, like what you need? +Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes +Yeah I got plugs nigga, like what you need? +I throw my elbow like I'm Master P +Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes +Yeah I got cuts nigga, like what you need? +I throw my elbow like I'm Master P +Said I got plugs nigga, like what you need? +(Tell her, tell her) +(Tell her, tell her) +(Tell her, tell her) + +[Verse 1] +I got anything you need to call my phone +Got 40 licks and 20 bricks thats at the most +I'm sipping lean, I love codeine, she giving throat +About my bread now get this work right off the boat +Plugged in never worry bout them sucka niggas +And I'm the type that probably fucked your mother nigga +And you the type that probably shoot your brother nigga +I swear to God thats why I cannot trust a nigga +[Bridge] +What? What? I'm the number one stunner +Tell her hater eat a dick this my summer +I was waiting on pretending gotta love em +Got every single bitch, yeah I'm John Tucker + +[Verse 2] +I see the problem, you should never wife a ho (No) +The sneakers I got on not even a stores +I like designer and my bitch she like the couture +I grabbed the chopper, wait, who at my front door? +And [?] put my money in a drawer +I kick that ho out cause I swear I'm getting bored +I'm off the lean I'm about to pour me up some more +I'm off the lean I'm about to pour me up some more + +[Chorus] +I got plugs nigga, like what you need? +Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes +Yeah I got plugs nigga, like what you need? +I throw my elbow like I'm Master P +Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes +Yeah I got [?] nigga, like what you need? +I throw my elbow like I'm Master P +Said I got plugs nigga, like what you need? +(Tell her, tell her) +(Tell her, tell her) +(Tell her, tell her) +[Verse 3] +Forgiato rims bitch I'm the man +I got bitches on me from Atlanta, cool like a fan +Fuck a nigga up, nigga like quicksand +You be talking shit quick [?] +I got bands, I got bands, bitch you know that I got bands +Yeah I got all this money like what the fuck you saying? +I might whip it, whip it in the kitchen +Bitch watch it whip a pigeon +On a [?] leave you flippin' +Yeah 40 extensions + +[Chorus 2] +I got plugs nigga, like what you need? +Yeah I got plugs nigga with the recipes +Yeah I got plugs nigga, like what you need? +I throw my elbow like I'm Master P +I said I got plugs nigga like what you need +Yeah I got plugs nigga, what you need? +I want that work nigga, the recipe +I throw my shoulder like a nigga Master P +I got anything you need just call my phone +Got 40 licks and 20 bricks thats sell the most +I'm sipping lean, I love codeine, she giving throat +I'm bout my bread nigga you deal off the boat2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What You Off[Intro] +Yeah, lemme know + +[Chorus] +What you off? Many drugs got a young nigga lost +Hoes sniffin' white, while I'm sippin' dark +I will neva miss tomorrow +I'm trying to get these three hoes home +I'm too fucked up, Lil mama put the keys in your own car +What you off? Like What you off? What you off, lil' nigga +(I'm off the shits!) +What you off? What you off? What you off? +What you off, lil' bitch, what you off? + +[Verse 1] +I got hella bitches always jaded +Hella niggas know you faded +Yell my patna who’s been me on juggin' +My pockets used to be on zero +Now I wake up countin’ my dinero +Everybody know that you a zero +I'm a villain, got this beat from Hero +White bitches ots in my section +Why yo bitch at my throat with no bezel? +Take you a second and get a handle +I got a hollow right in the bezel +Ecstasy, white and crystal, one hundo +When I sip purple got me on zero +Yo bitch eat my dick like it's a Terro +Yo bitch eat my dick like it's a Terro +Yo bitch eat my dick like it's a Terro +[Chorus] +What you off? Many drugs got a young Nigga lost +Hoes sniffin' white Rock, while I'm sippin' dark +I will neva miss tomorrow +I'm trying to get these three hoes home +I’m too fucked up, lil' mama put the keys in your wrong car +What you off? Like What you off? What you off, lil' nigga +(I'm off the shits!) +What you off? What you off? What you off? +What you off, lil' bitch, what you off? +Damn! + +[Verse 2] +Kill em then bring em to me +Lil Uzi when you releasing, I be the hottest its easy +You cannot defeat it, Lil nigga I be winning +Lil' nigga, I be teasing, Counting money +Countin' hundreds, yo bitch on me for a reason +I done fucked your bitch 10 time +I done Fucked your bitch like ten times +Making the money I'm the man, I feel like Optimus Prime +Diamonds all up in my chain, Diamonds all up in my rang +Got yo bitch all on me, nigga I'm doing my thang + +[Chorus] +What you off? Many drugs +Got a young Nigga lost lights out +Hoes sniffin' white Rock, while I'm sippin' dark +I won't remember this tomorrow +I'm trying to get these three hoes home +I'm too fucked up, Lil mama put the keys in your own car +What you off? Like What you off? What you off, lil' nigga +(I'm off the shits) +What you off? What you off? What you off? +What you off, lil' bitch, what you off? +[Outro] +Skrrt11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Right With Me*Lyrics from Latest Snippet (August 2020) + +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She get high with me, yeah +Even I know +You decide your own way +Keep my eyes on 'em +Uzi died on my way + +Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands +Water all up on me like the dam +I was on that hoe and then I bailed +He try run up on me he get fam + +Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands +Water all up on me like the dam +I was on that hoe and then I bailed +He try run up on me he get fam + +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She get high with me, yeah +Even I know +You decide your own way +Keep my eyes on 'em +Uzi died on my way +[Chorus] +I just do your girl, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She get high with me, yeah +She's gon die with me, yeah +Suicide with me, yeah +She's alright +She's alright with me +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me +She's alright with me, yeah +Smokin' high with me, yeah +She gon die with me, yeah +Suicide with me, yeah +She's alright (v2 Ball as high as me) + +[Verse 2] +Billy drum got that dough +Billy drum got that dough +Listen up,oh man,all I really want +Oh man,all I really want +Count that dough, Billy drum +Count that dough, listen up +Oh man,all I really want +Oh man,all I really want +Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands +Water all up on me like the dam +I was on that hoe and then I bailed +He try run up on me he get fam + +Diamonds on my neck, my fist, my hands +Water all up on me like the dam +I was on that hoe and then I bailed +He try run up on me he get fam + +[Chorus] +I just do your girl, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me, yeah +She get high with me, yeah +She's gon die with me, yeah +Suicide with me, yeah +She's alright +She's alright with me +She's alright with me, yeah +She's alright with me +She's alright with me, yeah +Smokin' high with me, yeah +She gon die with me, yeah +Suicide with me, yeah +She's alright (v2 Ball as high as me)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Good in the Hood*[Intro] +It's Lil Uzi Vert! (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +You cannot buy my swag right out the store +Yeah, I've been rich, remember I was poor +Yeah, She cleaning it up like a chore +Yeah, I'm fucking this bitch through the door +Yeah, some stuff and this shit on the floor +Yeah, you can not go in the war +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Yeah, I'm good in the hood, that's of course +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Yeah I'm good in the hood, that's of course +Good in thе hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of coursе, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah + +[Verse 1] +If I pull up, I put it in sport (Skrrr) +I'm pulling off in the Porsche, yeah +I'm pulling off in the Porsche, yeah +I'm pulling off in the Porsche, yeah +I might just pull up a 'Rari, my rims they Vlone +All of my cars they got horse, yeah +All of my cars they got horse, yeah +All of my cars they got horse, yeah +Smokin' on gas and I'm all in my zone +Zaza make me wanna cough, yeah +Zaza make me wanna cough, yeah +Zaza make me wanna cough, yeah +Please do not play with me 'cause my gun right on my side +Smoke that boy [?] +Put that boy right in a coffin, only time he was fresher than Carlton +Yeah, I been this way ever since I was born +These niggas thought I was corny and worn +Ain't [?] but I'll still buy some [?] (Ayy) +I made like ten million dollars off tourin' (Ayy) +Can’t say no names but made more than some rappers +I put the work and supplied all the trappers +That's why I'm good in the hood, that's of course +[Chorus] +You cannot buy my swag right out the store +Yeah, I've been rich, remember I was poor +Yeah, She cleaning it up like a chore +Yeah, I'm fucking this bitch through the door +Yeah, some stuff and this shit on the floor +Yeah, you can not go in the war +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Yeah, I'm good in the hood, that's of course +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Yeah I'm good in the hood, that's of course +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Trap Off No iPhone*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +DP on the beat + +[Verse 1] +(Lil uzi) +Yeah! I woke up, remained a G just like I'm post tuh +I got post up look at my neck diamond choker +Girl you got scared of me movin, and she a little bit older +Count my bands then I’m hitting my shoulder +Drivin' a lamb, not a lotus (huh, what?) +This not a rental, I own it +I cannot hit it you know it, cause you is a fan and you know it +But just in case wanna know it, if I hit it you get to moaning +Hit it from night from the morning [?] +I’m still right in my moment + +[Chorus] +Now my bands up +I won't be no random +Don’t trap off no iPhone +They can’t tap my Samsung (Oh, yeah) +Now my bands up, I'm collecting ransom +Go to the club make it rain, cause that girl she is a dancer1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cry for Me[Intro] +Ohhh +Would you die for me, would you ride for me (yeah) +Ohhh +Would you die for me, would you ride for me (yeah) +Ohhh +Would you die for me, would you ride for me (yeah) + +[Verse 1] +I ask you all these questions cause I mean +Baby I be trippin’ sometimes when I’m off on the pill +But you don’t never see +They say that I’m a demon, you don’t believe em' +You ain’t meet me out here in these streets +I just saw some niggas die today I can’t talk about that +Let’s get back up on this love (aye) I can’t talk about that +You can’t see the pain in my eyes because I hide it +But I can see the pain in your eyes every time you ride it +I treat you like you brand new even though you got mileage +Girl you done came a long way was on the side just like a salad +I know you want me, say I play too many games +But little do you know I got some questions on my brain + +[Chorus] +Would you cry for me even before I die +Would you lie for me (yeah) even before I lie +Would you ride for me if I had a second wife +Making history just as long as I’m a alive +[Verse 2] +They then changed they eyes on a nigga +Automatic chopper (yeah) I can’t do no semi +You know i got plenty, racks stuffed in my skinnies +Plus some on my body +And this chile got me trippin’ I can’t trust nobody +Your life is my hobby, [?] look like [?] +I fucked to many hoes, I got to many bodies +I can’t mark no tally, I can’t cross those lines +Yes I like them 40s yeah, but I’m good with nines + +[Chorus] +Would you cry for me even before I die +Would you lie for me (yeah) even before I lie +Would you ride for me if I had a second wife +Making history just as long as I’m a alive...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I’m So Cool*[Intro] +I don't need you, I don't really need you +How you did that? + +[Pre-Chorus] +I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) +This is revenge, I swear I never resent (Ayy) +You said that you loved me, but tried to fuck one of my friends (Yeah) +Like I am the leader, no I cannot follow the trends + +[Chorus] +I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) +Yes I've been this way since school (Yeah) +I am not your average dude (Yeah) +And I know that love for fools (Yeah) +I buy you cars, buy you shoes (Ayy) +And I thought I could never lose (Ayy) +But now I'm living without you, ooh +Ayy, now this the life I'm gonna choose + +[Verse] +Gotta back-back homie, don't be living my way +I don't wanna talk about it, get out my face +All these niggas talk about me, yeah, they so fake +They don't got no money so they cannot relate +Back-back on me, looks like I won't switch that +You're the one that stayed, no-no-no, you can't leave me +I went up, then went up more, now you need me +I know you was doing wrong, these girls are sneaky +[Bridge] +I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah, I'm so cool, cool) +I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah, I'm so cool, I'm so-) +I don't even need you + +[Pre-Chorus] +I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) +This is revenge, I swear I never resent (Swear I didn't need you) +You said that you loved me, but tried to fuck one of my friends (Yeah) +Like I am the leader, no, I cannot follow the trends (I don't even need you) + +[Chorus] +I'm so cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) +Yes I've been this way since school (Yeah) +I am not your average dude (Yeah) +And I know that love is for fools (Yeah) +Buy you cars, buy you shoes (Ayy) +And I thought I could never lose +But now I'm living without you, ooh +Ayy, now this the life I'm gonna choose1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Over With*Lyrics from Snippets + +Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy) +These niggas do not like me, I don't care because I'm next up +Have nothing to say to a nigga but, um, just bless up +This bitch tryna give me top, I told that ho to bless us (Yah) +I don't want no pussy, told that girl give me the neck much +Stacking up my money like a nigga playing Tetris (Huh?) +Shot him in the back now that boy gotta pick his chest up (Huh?) +I'm not even sad even though I know I messed up (Uh) +Everybody know I'ma flex up +I don't want that girl, no, no, I cannot arrest her +Only for one night, yeah, I'm gon' sex her +I can't leave no evidence so I don't ever text her (Hello) +Nowadays I can tell all of my haters they're over sick (Yeah) +Some of y'all counting me out, y'all said I was over with (Ayy) +Come on lil' baby now fuck with me watch how I froze the wrist (Ayy, yeah) +Everybody know that Lil Uzi, yeah, he is over rich (Yeah) +..... +Have nothing to say to a nigga but, um, just bless up +This bitch tryna give me top, I told that hoe to bless upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Semi Automatic[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert & Ethan Sacii] +The Rollie the diamond the bezel +It's like I've been settled +And yeah I came straight from the ghetto +Punk rock heavy metal +The backwood the paper the rillo +Get you on that level +I swear I be poppin' like kettle +I'm frontin' these devils +Really got the semi so I rap about it, aye +Really got the choppers so I rap about it, aye +Really spending racks so I rap about it, aye aye +So I rap about it + +[Verse 1: LAMB$] +Diamonds shining hard just like lighting +I be sipping purple like the Vikings +Knock a nigga out like Mike Tyson +Had to switch my Rollie to the Breitling +Got bezels on bezels +She rocking Margielas +I fight with the devil +Jewelry so cold like metal +My bitches bad and they seven +Eating these Xans just like Edibles +I'm fronting these devils +Stacking my crackers like animals +Eating your bitch just like Hannibal +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert & Ethan Sacii] +The Rollie the diamond the bezel +It's like I've been settled +And yeah I came straight from the ghetto +Punk rock heavy metal middle +The backwood the paper the rillo +Get you on that level +I swear I be poppin' like kettle +I'm frontin' these devils +Really got the semi so I rap about it, aye +Really got the choppers so I rap about it, aye +Really spending racks so I rap about it, aye aye +So I rap about it + +[Verse 2: Ethan Sacii] + +[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert & Ethan Sacii] +The Rollie the diamond the bezel +It's like I've been settled +And yeah I came straight from the ghetto +Punk rock heavy metal +The backwood the paper the rillo +Get you on that level +I swear I be poppin' like kettle +I'm frontin' these devils +Really got the semi so I rap about it, aye +Really got the choppers so I rap about it, aye +Really spending racks so I rap about it, aye aye +So I rap about it4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Jesus*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Uh, yeah +Yeah, yeah + +[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert] +You can't afford it, you hurting +Twenty-eight thousand a Birkin +I get this money, I'm working (I'm working) +I pop a Perc', bitch, I'm perking (I'm perking) +I told that bitch to keep working (Keep working) +She sucking dick and she jerking (She jerking) +I get that money, I know it (Yeah) +Rub on her skin just like Jergens (Yeah) +I'm rocking all that Givenchy (Yeah) +That shit from 2012 (Uh) +Fucking that bitch 'cause she want me (Woah) +'Cause a young nigga do well (Well) +Water that's all on my neck (My neck) +I told that guy I'm a whale (Yeah) +Bitches they all on my dick (Lil Uzi) +I'm never tucking my tail (Uh) +I pull up right in a 'cat (Yeah) +I pull up right in a dеmon (What?) +I fuck your bitch on a boat (Yeah) +I make her еat up the semen (Let's go) +I get the motherfuckin' money (Ooh) +Niggas they small like Wee Man (Ooh) +Bitch it feel like I'm a demon (Uh) +I keep on beefing with JesusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +OK Cool*[Intro] +Ayy, Yung but he got that talent +Samy chasing racks +Woah, Yeah +Woah, and I got the racks +Yeah, I'ma get it back +Know I keep a bag (That's for sure, ayy) + +[Chorus] +Oh I think she love me, okay cool, okay cool (Ayy, cool) +I been getting bitches ever since I was in school (In school) +I can't fall in love, 'cause I know that you false (Yeah, she false) +I can't let no broke nigga fuck up my mood +Oh I think she love me, okay cool, okay cool +I was on the block, in the trenches with the goons +I got diamond rocks in my each one of my jewels +Ever spend five thousand for some brand new shoes? + +[Verse] +Fuck 'round for nigga got more bodiеs than your goons (Than your goon) +Bitch, I'm cooler than the shit that sitting in the spoon (In thе spoon) +I been getting high, higher than a damn balloon (Damn balloon) +I just bought an AP, and I bought a Patek too +I'm so fuckin' fly, I make your bitch get mad at you +Bitch, I had a Lamborghini way before you had a coupe +She walk around in bikinis, bought her ass an attitude +Fucked your bitch one time then let her run right back to you +Bankroll on me, thumbin' through these blues +Water all up on me, baby, wetter than a pool +And I was on the block, and it was hotter than June +Whip it in the pot, same one on me brought a spoon +Whip ain't got no key so how you get it started? (Yeah) +My bitch ass so fat, that's where the extra-large is (Yeah) +Outtatown my buddy, cause' I'm smokin' Marley (Yeah, yeah) +Movin' military, I feel like the Seargent (Let's go) +I've been pulling strings, I don't play guitar +Blue and yellow diamonds it look just like Marge +Yeah, I been the same nigga from the fucking start +All these damn backends, don't know where to start +[Chorus] +Oh I think she love me, okay cool, okay cool (Ayy, cool) +I been getting bitches ever since I was in school (In school) +I can't fall in love, 'cause I know you gon' fold +I can't let no broke nigga fuck up my mood +Oh I think she love me, okay cool, okay cool +I was on the block, in the trenches with the goons +I got diamond rocks in my each one of my jewels +Ever spend five thousand for some brand new shoes?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Free Smooth (Freestyle)[Verse 1: 10k.Caash] +Work, lean, dip, lean, swag through the rear +Ooh hold on, man, pass me a beer +The beer I cheer, pass me that cup +And then I'm in Texas so that means it's doubled up +I said I'm- + +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +Listen, in the jet I go clear +I don't want no bear head, lights saw a deer +Okay, that girl she is cheap just like a pear +Wait-wait-wait, she got a special need chair +How you do that swag, dip, lean, walk? +I can fuck your bitch, um, murder it with chalk +I can get the whole [?] I won't talk +How you do that? Beat it blue, black + +[Outro: 10k.Caash] +Dip, lean, swag1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Danny Glover (Freestyle)[Intro] +Skrt skrt skrt +Skrt + +[Verse] +Ok cool nigga you a dummy +Finesse yo woadie out his fuckin' money +She suck me and my partner you thought I was gonna cuff her +Well Lil Uzi don't save these hoes like Danny Glover +4500 hundred for four or five licks +Lil Uzi Mr. pull the trigger don't miss +Pop a Cristal and pop at Chris chicks +Sneak dissin' bout me boy I don't miss shit +Got 36 straps you got 36 hats +I got 36 O's, you got 36 niggas +You with 36 rats, 36 in his mat +Better pray to god that nigga don’t miss +Drummer man drummer man +Hundred band hundred band +Got bitch on me cause she know I'm the man +She wanna fuck with me cause I'm the man +Yeah I'm gettin' money, its just lookin' funny +No tens and the twenties, got fifties and hundreds +I chill with my niggas, I chill with my niggas +Pop xan with my niggas +I'm drinkin' the lean, Promethazine, I'm all in codeine +Ya eyes they wet +That Maison Margiela yeah nigga I'm feelin' so clean +Like oh, like oh, like oh, like oh +Lil Uzi yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Been Up*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Yeah, ooh +I like this one right here (Let's go) +Like, on god (For real) +This like, so perfect for me (It's Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, yeah) +Let's go, Mario + +[Chorus] +I cannot fuck this up (Yeah) +Knock his ass out, get up (Yeah, yeah) +Niggas, they hoes, pin-up (Yeah) +Work this bitch out, chin-up (Yeah) +Hit from the front, sit-ups (Ayy) +You just got rich, lil' nigga, I've been up (Ayy) +Play my position, a winner (Ayy) +Stand on my money, a center (Ayy, what?) + +[Verse 1] +Bitch, I'm grilled up like I'm Nelly +Side bitch look like Kelly, now I'm in dilemma (Ayy, yeah) +Shout out my members, but most importantly, shout out pretenders +Shout out to Skrilla +Shout out my killas +Shout out that bitch that I fucked in November +My jewels filled with Nuggets, my neck shout out to Denver +Wet like the ocean, your shit like the river, yeah (Let's go, yeah) +Wet like the ocean, your shit like the river, yeah (Like the river, yeah) +Wet like the ocean, your shit like the river (Yeah, what?) +First she ain't want me, but bet I can get her, yeah (Fuck with that, bet I can get her) +Ayy, got purple my hair, not your average nigga (Ayy) +[Chorus] +I cannot fuck this up (Yeah) +Knock his ass out, get up (Yeah) +Niggas, they hoes, pin-up (Yeah) +Work this bitch out, chin-up (Yeah) +Hit from the front, sit-ups (Ayy) +You just got rich, lil' nigga, I've been up (Ayy) +Play my position, a winner (Ayy) +Stand on my money, a center (What?) + +[Verse 2] +I never, ever follow the law +I fucked his bitch, she was in awe +She ain't even know that I was a dog +Hit from the back, I use my claws +That bitch too wet, I call her Jaws +I done knocked down her ceilings and walls +Asked me, "Do I want your bitch?," I'm like, "Nah" +All my sons good like I'm LaVar Ball +My closet look just like a loft (Ayy) +Move birds, don't play for the Hawks (Brrr) +Go, whipping and dishing it all (Ayy) +He said the heart sound like the soul (Ayy) +Too many bitches my phone +So I am never lonely +Deep down, I'm still alone +But I can sure tell you that I'm never horny +That nigga, he is so corny (Ayy) +Said I dress well, bitch, it's Marni (Ayy) +Bitch, you get popped like an ollie, I'm geeked off the molly and now it's a zombie (Ayy) +Popping these pills like they Smarties (Ayy) +She give me brain, smarty (Ayy) +I look at a cat like a Archie +Pull up with demons so I'm never tardy (Ayy, skrrr) +Yeah, pull up with demons so I'm never tardy (Ayy, uh) +I swear she too bad, the bitch made me hardy, yeah (Ayy, what?) +She ate up the baby, no need for no mop (Ayy, what?) +Automatic my whip, so I don't need no car key (Ayy) +[Chorus] +I cannot fuck this up (Yeah) +Knock his ass out, get up (Yeah, yeah) +Niggas, they hoes, pin-up (Yeah) +Work this bitch out, chin-up (Yeah) +Hit from from the front, sit-ups (Ayy) +Uzi got rich, lil' nigga, I've been up (Ayy) +Play my position, a winner (Ayy) +Stand on my money, a center (What?)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +How I Roll[Chorus] +I won't love her, I won't kiss her +Pass her to my niggas, give and go +Gettin' money, that's just how I roll (How I roll) +Countin' money, gettin' all my notes +Drivin' 'Raris, that's just how I roll +Pockets chunky, bitches got the [?] +Count my money, nigga [?] + +[Verse 1] +I was grippin' on your thighs, ho +Lookin' at you in your eyes, ho +Yeah, I hit it from the back, know you like that +Hit it like a Tahoe +When I first met you, on the real, you was just a little shy ho +On the real, I was gonna wife you +Then you changed to a side ho +I be chasing all these different hoes +Change bitches like I change my clothes +Five bottles, don't even drink Rosé +Don't stop even if she say "No" +Rap game kickin' down the door +White people hang with blacks at my shows + +[Instrumental Break] +[Verse 2] +Put the pedal to the floor +I don't drive too slow +I be rollin' through the hood +I ain't stopping for y'all (Skrr) +Lookin' at my wrist, Rollie on the bitch +I ain't got time for y'all +Now your girl see I ball +Now she know somethin' wrong +Yeah, she notice somethin' wrong (Yeah) +I don't shop at the mall +If you see me in the mall +Then I'm probably with my dog +She be sniffing Tony, yeah, I feel like Tony +Yeah, you know the world is yours +Made the situation way worse, you didn't even take the charge + +[Outro] +'Fore you call me a bitch, you know I'll take the charge +'Fore you call me a bitch, I'll die for my dogs +'Fore you call me a bitch, lately I was just starved +'Fore you call me a bitch, man I swear [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Of Course We Ghetto Flowers (Demo)[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah +(That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw) +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah (What?), yeah, yeah (What?) + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah) +Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah) +Yeah, um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh, what? +Yeah, neck on froze +Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah) +Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah) +Yeah, um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh, what? +Yeah, neck on froze (Yeah) + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack +Cut that bitch off, Zorro (What?) +Yeah, I gave that bitch a Xan but she wanted the coke (What? woah) +Yeah, sleep on the money, Nyquil (Yeah) +Walk on the money, I will (Yeah) +Talk to the money, I kneel (Yeah) +Prayin' so much, I get chills (Ooh, yeah) +'Member my life was just real (Lil Uzi, it was, it was) +Gotta move like you a SEAL (A Navy, yeah) +'Cause nowadays you could kill or be killed (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo) +Ayy, Lil Uzi you got a deal? Yeah, ayy (Duh) +Lil Uzi, you got a mil'? Yeah, yeah, ayy +Diamonds all under my lip (What?) +Yeah, go to L.A., got a bitch that live in the hills (Yeah) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah) +Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah) +Yeah, um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh, what? +Yeah, neck on froze +Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah) +Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah) +Yeah, um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow (Doo) +Huh, what? (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo) +Yeah, neck on froze + +[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert] +(Doo) +Chopper, that's full-auto (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo) +Kickflip, bitch, Otto (Yeah) +Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack +Cut that bitch off, Zoro + +[Verse 2: Offset] +(Offset!) +I took your bitch, yeah, you lost (Lost) +Told her "Come fuck with some bosses" (Come on) +Invited that bitch to my loft (Hey) +Hold on bitch, take your shoes off (Hold on) +The sauce I been drippin', the sauce I been drippin' (Hey) +No, I'm not trustin' these bitches (Uh-uh) +No, I don't fuck with these snitches, no (Uh-uh) +Uzi got choppers, extensions (Grra) +How come I'm all in her mentions? Ayy +And my Rollie three dimensional (Rollie) +Bitches dangerous like Mystikal (Danger) +These niggas clone you, get your chemicals (Clones) +Twin choppers, they identical (Bow) +My hands in everything, got tentacles +Poppin' Perkies like the minerals (Perkies) +Fuck you, my hand on my genitals (Fuck) +When on the stage I got adrenaline (Hey) +'Bout' to flex up on my enemies (Flex) +I don't need negative energy (Uh-uh) +These niggas not who they pretend to be (Uh) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah) +Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah) +Yeah, um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh, what? +Yeah, neck on froze +Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah) +Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah) +Yeah, um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh, what? +Yeah, neck on froze + +[Open Verse] + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah) +Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah) +Yeah, um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh, what? +Yeah, neck on froze +Whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah) +Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Whoa), whoa (Yeah) +Yeah, um, she shake it fast +Yeah, she drop it slow +Huh, what? +Yeah, neck on frozeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Head Room*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Chorus] +Fucked her in the car +Treat my backseats like a bedroom +Did her right in a Ferrari, so we barely had no leg room +Counted a hundred grand large, man, I thought a broke nigga said some' +And I pulled up in a coupe +I got two bitches, so I need some headroom + +[Post-Chorus] +I used to trap out the school +But nowadays, I don't do that 'cause the feds come +I'm in that pussy, I beat it like murder +She need to sip on some red rum +I'm in the party, I'm rocking this Marni +And everything I got is sampled +I'm in Dubai, got Birkin my slides +And I'm taking a picture, I stand tall + +[Chorus] +Fucked hеr in the car +Treat my backseats likе a bedroom +Did her right in a Ferrari, so we barely had no leg room +Counted a hundred grand large, man, I thought a broke nigga said some +And I pulled up in a coupe +I got two bitches so I need some headroom +[Post-Chorus] +I used to trap out the school +But nowadays, I don't do that 'cause the feds come +I'm in that pussy, I beat it like murder +And she need to sip on some red rum +I'm in the party, I'm rocking this Marni +And everything I got is sampled +I'm in Dubai, got Birkin my slides +And I'm taking a picture, I stand tall + +[Bridge] +Oh (Woah) +It's Lil Uzi Vert +Huh? +Yeah, what? +Woah + +[Verse] +My life just was simple, now I'm poppin' like a pimple +I bought me a 'Ventador, I had no one to vent to +You cannot erase your past, it's permanent, no pencil +I am not, um, from this Earth, they keep asking, "Who sent you?" +She still see the good in me, like you know I'm so simple +And you know you love me, but it's messing with your mental +And I know you got a man, but I got a stick, they think I'm Rambo +Man, we serving fiends that look just like Rush Limbaugh +Bulletproof, that's on my truck, and on my limo +What they in for? This just what my .10 for +What's they info? Okay cool that's 10:04 +What's that glint for? Shit, it's for my big bro +[Chorus] +Fucked her in the car +Treat my backseats like a bedroom +Did her right in a Ferrari, so we barely had no leg room +Counted a hundred grand large, man I thought a broke nigga said some' +And I pulled up in a coupe +I got two bitches so I need some headroom + +[Post-Chorus] +I used to trap out the school +But nowadays, I don't do that 'cause the feds come +I'm in that pussy, I beat it like murder +She need to sip some red rum +I'm in the party, I'm rocking this Marni +And everything I got is sampled +I'm in Dubai, got Birkin my slides +And I'm taking a picture, I stand tallEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Do You Love Me*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +We was goin' crazy forever +You know what I'm sayin'? +Bobby Kritical + +[Chorus] +Do you love me? (Oh) +Do you really love me? (Oh) +Do you really love me? (Oh) +Do you really love me? (Oh) +Yeah, do you love me? +Do you care about me? (Do you care about me?) +Do you fear a life without me? (Fear life without me) + +[Verse] +I won't doubt you, would you doubt me? (Oh) +I know I lie but do you lie too? Yeah (Oh) +I know I'm mad but that's your type boo (Oh) +All the arguin', make up and then we fight too (Ayy) +You know I'm toxic, I'm inside you (Ayy) +I'm won't leap out far but I got height, boo (Ayy) +Lovin' you on top and you gon' ride too (You know) +And I'ma beat that, beat that up like it's my rival +I can't lie, you got that good and girl, you fly too (I can't lie) +All I can say is, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Oh) +All I can say is, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Oh) +Come on, baby, tell me, do you love me? (Oh) +Come on, baby, tell me, do you trust me? (Oh) +If I fuck up, baby, don't ever say fuck me (No) +And you know sometimes times get ugly (Ay) +All these hatin' bitches hatin' 'cause they want me (Yeah) +Yeah, young nigga rich and I'm stunting (Yeah) +Yeah, I'm not on the surf, no, I'm not haunting (No) +But sometimes I get scared of cuffing (Yeah) +So, now, look me in my eyes, say that you love me (Uh) +We both think it's not real so it's nothing (It's fake) +Yeah (Woah) +So, if love isn't real, why we fuss about it? (Why?) +And if your touch isn't real I feel good at night +You love every time I kept your vibe (Yeah) +And if I say slide," she gon' slide (Woah) +Yeah, I love it when you ride (Let's go) +Yeah, better look me in my eyes +Yeah, do you trust me? +I got one question for you, baby girl, do you love me?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Solo[Intro] +Let's go + +[Verse 1] +I told them boys, um, let's get it +I rap this shit off my head like this shit was a written (Yeah) +I can't believe that the ones, the ones I trust tried to go take all of my percentage +No I did not cry a river, I wash my wounds +And for now, gon' keep this strictly business (Yeah) +These boys, they all want revenge +Every shot I take I swear that a nigga can't miss it (Woo) + +[Chorus] +And I'm still fuckin' your hoe (Yeah) +I can't say her name, that's on the low-low (Low) +Her new bag, it say Coco (Chanel) +I get the Chanеl by the boat load (Yeah) +Know I got the gamе in a choke hold (Yeah, choke) +I remain the same, this ain't nothin' new +Know I did it all on my solo (Solo) +Know I did it all on my + +[Verse 2] +Solo gang, you know I take my time on it (Yeah) +Make your girl give me head and she lose her mind on it (Yeah) +Oh my God, my dome, that girl can slide on it (Slide) +Harley Davidson, she turned around and ride on it (Ride) +Cameras out, no you cannot go and get shy on it +I just lit a backwood up if you wanna get high on it (High) +You can have your love back, I'm losing time on it +You can have your girl back, no she not mine homie +I finessed on your love like a con artist +This that OG baby, you can smell that pine on it +Open up your throat, uh, baby that's on my notice +If you wanna keep your clothes on, baby, grind on it +And her ass so fat, you know I want to sign on it +And she yellow like Corona, squeeze a lime on it +I'ma act a monkey, told her put a vine on it +I told that nigga anything he on, you know I'm on it (Yeah) +I told that boy anything he think, you know I've done it +I'm makin' noise, and this sound right here come from my stomach +I got no choice, take care of my siblings and my cousins +I did not need nobody when I started my stuntin' (Woo) +So many diamonds on me, gold flakes all in my vomit +Trackhawk with the spinner rims, I feel like my name Nate Johnson (Swerve) +These boys get some W's, but they stay stopping +On the beach with your girl, but I know my bae watchin' +Solo, on and on and on and on (Solo, solo, solo) +Beating up my line on my phone (Hello? Solo, solo, solo) +Confusion, it's on my phone (Solo, solo, solo) +Change locations where I home (Solo, solo, solo) +Change locations in my thoughts (Solo, solo, solo) +Reason why my heart so dark (Solo, solo, solo) +She don't wanna be apart (Solo, solo, solo) +I'm not even leaving far (Far) +I'm in the club yeah too loose +I make it rain like Cancún (Yeah) +We got them sticks talking bamboo +Got a redbone with her ass out like a baboon (Woo) +Yes, I'm on edge, I will relax soon +My buggy jumped a hating mountain like a sand dune +If she do not cooperate, she get canceled +All my haters, they goin' to turn to fans soon +[Chorus] +And I'm still fuckin' your hoe (Let's Go, Yeah) +I can't say her name, that's on the low-low (Low, Low-low) +Her new bag, it say Coco (Chanel, Coco) +I get the Chanel by the boat load (For real, boat load) +Know I got the game in a choke hold (Yeah, choke) +I remain the same, this ain't nothin' new (No) +Know I did it all on my solo (Solo) +Know I did it all on my + +[Outro] +Solo, solo, solo, solo +Solo, solo, solo, solo +Solo, solo, solo, solo +Solo, solo, solo, solo (Lo)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tell Me What You Want*[?] tell me what you want +What you want? +Like don king kongEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Super Gas*Lyrics from snippets: + +[Intro] +I remember when I was mad broke +‘Member I was broke, the trap was mad slow, yeah +Yeah, the trap was mad slow, I remember when- +Remember I was broke, the trap was mad slow +[?] I get mad dough +I don’t know, know, know backdoor +When I had a girl, was a hassle +Now I’m in a Rari, I’m gone crash +Got diamonds all over the dash +Diamonds shining up like you AP + +[Verse 1] +- +- +- +- +- +- +- +- +It’s a fake they keep changing crews +Diamonds they so cold, you could probably take a cruise +Yeah, on my neck +Only 5 minutes, I could probably get you wet +Turn around girl, let me hit it from the back +No she cannot take it, she keep pulling on my dreads +[Hook] +She gone make me do that +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +She gone make me do that +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +She gone make me do that +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by + +[Chorus] +Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes +Smoking on that gas with that moonrock +Diamond hitting, they like who dat +Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah +We don’t trip all on these shoes, yeah +I always tell the truth, we can’t do that yet +She gone make me do right +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes +Smoking on that gas with that moonrock +Diamond hitting, they like who dat +Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah +I know that I’m a ruler +I know I’m the only one that can show you + +[Verse 2] +Everything I said to you is factual +My diamonds like the ocean, like your backstroke +Hit it from the side, I did it that slow +Look in my eye, tell me that I got the best stroke +Best stroke, yeah, yeah, yeah +All this hating, I’m supposed to say ‘chu, ‘chu, ‘chu +Everyone knows they want to be just like you do +Yeah, my diamonds they be teal, but we can say light blue +We drop acid on they tongue, so they can see like you +Don’t know about him, but know that we right +Told that girl one talk and we'd go green light +[Hook] +She gone make me do that (Yeah) +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by (Yeah) +She gone make me do that (Yeah) +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +She gone make me do that +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by + +[Chorus] +Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes +Smoking on that gas with that moonrock +Diamond hitting, they like who dat +Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah +We don’t trip all on these shoes, yeah +I always tell the truth, we can’t do that yet +She gone make me do right +Yeah that girl, she gone make me pull by +Yeah we is so high but I’m a bulleyes +Smoking on that gas with that moonrock +Diamond hitting, they like who dat +Hey girlie, they cry for me, they who dat, yeah +I know that I’m a ruler +I know I’m the only one that can show you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bigger Than Austin (Crystal Gem)*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Chorus] +I told Brittany I was gonna be bigger than Austin (I told Brittany I was gonna be bigger than Austin) +Ate my veggies, then I worked on my offense (Ate my veggies, then I worked on my offense) +How you do that, cause she liked them boys that was ballin' (How you do that, cause she liked them boys that was ballin') +(Let's Go!) + +[Verse 1] +I got a Rolly Polie Rollie (Woah) +Look at my wrist, yeah, that bitch is so stoney +... +Know they wanna drop me off +I know that these niggas wanna topple me dawg +Yeah these boys they want to knock me off +But they can't, because I've got that money (Because I've got that money, yeah) +And I can get it started (yeah) +Got Uzis, Tecs, and Carbons (yeah) +Will turn you to a target (yeah) +Please don't get me started (yeah) +1600 don't run no army (yeah) +If it ain't about money then don't call me +All my stones colder than Austin + +[Chorus] +I told Brittany I was gonna be bigger than Austin +Ate my veggies, then I worked on my offense +How you do that, cause she liked them boys that was ballin' +[Verse 2] +Na na na (woah), na na na, I want all the smoke (bitch) +Na na na, these boys they too broke5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rob My Plug*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +Time hoe +I've been on my grind hoe +Count my money blindfold +My main bitch think that she left me but she just my side hoe +I'm too concerned bout Brittany, I ain't got no time hoe +I got signed hoe +I just robbed my plug +I got diamonds +My jeweler named Joe +You rock rhinestones +I just brought some dope +Robbed my plug for dope +Robbed my plug for dope1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let It Spray[Verse 1] +Get that K, let it spray +Fuck your bitch like every day +Ran through Ki, ran through shake +I got two 8s and they don't play +One be black, and one be chrome +I call them bitches Kid N' Play +And I do not, see a hater, only money in my way (Lil Uzi) +Bullet holes up in your face +Try to breath but lose your pace +Run up in your spot, [?] your mom +Tell that bitch open up that safe +Torch your son, and your brother +Throw the bodies in the lake +.44 long hold the case, chop it up and move them flakes +Need a brick to feed my clique +Fuck you gon do with an eighth? +Don't fuck with opps, don't fuck with 12 +Put a bullet in a jake +And this that shit that get you down +I sip that Christmas, I sip that eighth +And I just got, a new pound, that'll turn your insides into steak +And I ain't gon lie, I go nuts, but I ain't talking about no glaze +And all my strippers, you get taxed +And half of yours what I'm gon take +Promethazine, that Codeine, I just love that purple taste +I'm on that lean, shoutout my team +Them my niggas shoot from the gate +[Chorus] +Fuck with me, you gon' pay... +R.I.P. let it spray +Fuck with me, you gon' pay... +R.I.P. let it spray +Fuck with me, you gon' pay... +R.I.P. let it spray +Fuck with me, you gon' pay... +R.I.P. let it spray + +[Verse 2] +How would you feel if I hopped on this beat and killed the track +I had so many dreams about this shit it's time to get back +Fuck them niggas did me dirty now I gotta get em back +Murder scene, yellow tape, 187 after the track +Fuck them hatin' folks I had enough of that +How would you feel if your son could never get his dad back? +Look you don't know my story +If I tell ya, I'd have to kill ya +You frontin' in your raps, but nobody feel you +But you gon' feel this one like a bullet through your chest +This shit gon' hit you hard even if you hadva vest +This heat gon' hit you hard and put your ass to rest +Rest in piece, six feet underground, what a mess +No I didn't wanna do it, but them bitches put me to it +Now I gotta fuckin' do it, so bitch you gotta move it +Your service today, I watch you lay +[Chorus] +Fuck with me, you'll a pay +R.I.P. now let us pray +Fuck with me, you'll a pay +R.I.P. now let us pray +Fuck with me, you'll a pay +R.I.P. now let us pray +Fuck with me, you'll a pay +R.I.P. now let us pray +Fuck with me, you'll a pay +R.I.P. now let us pray1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +XannyLyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +Jumping in my Benz (benz) I Just fucked those twins (twins) +You still got [?] + +[Verse] +I just took a xanny (oh my god) In front of my Grand Mammy (Close your eyes) She said "What is that Man?" I said grandma it is candy (Close Call) + +[Hook] +I Feel like Justin Bieber, Got money like im Justin Bieber, My [?] like the Seekers, Bitch i wear Three [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Sunday*[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I get money on Saturday, yeah +I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (Woah, slatt) +I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (What?) +I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?) +I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?) +I get money on Saturday, yeah +I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (Woah) +I don't even know when it's Saturday, yeah (What?) +I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?) +I get money on a Monday, yeah (What?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +I Take No Breaks*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Woah, what the fuck? +Woah, wait (Woah) +Hello? Where am I? +Hello? No, seriously (Hello) + +[Chorus] +I take no breaks (Breaks) +I take no breaks (Breaks) +I take no breaks (No I don't) +I take no brakes (No I can't) +She got no waist, I got road rage (Skkr) +Ain't no slow days, went my own way (Yeah) + +[Bridge] +Yeah (Yeah) +Yeah (Woah) +Yeah (Ayy) +Yeah, it's Lil Uzi Vert + +[Chorus] +I take no breaks +I take no breaks +I take no breaks (No, I don't) +I take no brakes (No, I can't) +She got no waist, I got road rage (Skrr) +Ain't no slow days, went my own way (Yeah) +I take no breaks +I takе no breaks +I take no breaks (No I don't) +I takе no breaks (No I can't) +[Verse 1] +Why they always in my face, make yo' girl do what I say +You know I don't even play, made ten million last May (Yeah) +Pulled right off like, "See ya", no, I wouldn't want to be ya +Now she begging me to feed her, she hate when I tease her +And on the real, I don't need her, when I fuck the bitch, she's a heater +Foreign girl like Mia, I smoke more then Khalifa +Can't get high off three plus, I just pulled up in a G-Truck +I'm in the cut like a Caesar, too much space, like Venus +I'm so hot, hit the trap like Seymour +Backed up [?], she need us +Pink diamonds, they rain on my neck +Got flavored ice like Rita's + +[Chorus] +I take no breaks +I take no breaks +I take no breaks (No, I don't) +I take no breaks (No, I can't) +She got no waist, I got road rage +Ain't no slow days, went my own way (Yeah) +I take no breaks +I take no breaks (No, I don't) +I take no breaks (No, I can't) +I take no breaksEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +ZE$TY BOYZ[Intro] +G-G-G-Good work, Charlie, hahahaha + +[Verse] +Eight hundred gods, yes I be with like eight hundred guys +In the kitchen whip eight hundred pies +Disrespectful, you a son of mine +I will hit you with this gun of mine +Wet you like you just got baptized +Bitch, I stay right in that trap house +Whippin' bricks and off that Act high +You the type nigga that act high +Talkin' shit, nigga, no rap back +I'ma have to make them bullets fly +Lil Uzi lit up ten guys +Fuck your bitch then make her pussy cry +Then I might have to take you out +Like four-five have your ass penalized +Honestly, you not a friend of mine +Whippin' up, whippin' that thirty-six +Everything, use these them dirty bricks +Tryna rob me, boy you dumb as shit +Extended clip right on that forty-fifth +And we don't say thot, we say "cat", nigga +So tell that cat just to come eat the dick +Turn around clappin' then do a split +Put 24k on a nigga wrist +Pay eighty for platinum in nigga mouth +You owe me some money, run in your house +And that be your bitch, but she gave me mouth +I aimed for her face, skeeted on her blouse +And that be your side-relation child +And Lil Uzi Vert, yeah he OD wild +And I sip that lean, purple in my mouth +I feel like Rick James steppin' on your couch +[Outro] +Let's get it! +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi +Fuck it all, Lil Uzi +Lil Uzi, young nigga2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stick to the Code / Money Reload*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Verse] +... +[?] toast, go +Whoa! +All of my money reload +I swear my money don't fold +I swear these niggas too old (Yeah) +I swear these niggas too bold +I got my choppa, it's loaded +You know I stick to the code +I paid four racks for this coat (Yeah) +I had to go get the dough +I'm the one give them boys hope +Hahahahaha, yeah +Woke up with hundreds, right with your bitch +I got baguettes all on my wrist +I got [?] +...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Froze Up[Hook] +Like hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up +Hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up + +[Verse 1] +Like 10 toes deep, I'm all in +Yeah, 10 toes deep, I'm all in +Yeah, everyday I be ballin' +Yeah, everyday I be ballin, yeah +Split that lil bitch and she act like she know me +I be ballin' like Ginobili, (Skrt) +Whippin' it all the way till' my wrist numb +I can feel it in my shoulder +Somebody grab me a Polaroid, Polaroid, cuz my diamonds they so polar, aye +Talking that shit, pull up right on your block, got that drum +And that choppa' on shoulder +Fuck nigga you can not fight, yeah +Bitch come in two just like dice, yeah +I need it wet just like splash, yeah +Gettin' my money? Yeah, right +Yeah, fucking yo bitch cuz she right, yeah +Riding my dick like a bike, yeah +She is not spending the night, yeah +She is not spending the night +[Pre-Hook] +Yeah, I was in love with that girl +She was in love with a girl +I was in love with that dyke +I do not fuck with her brother +I was in love with a dyke +Nowadays I got a wife +I do not think about her + +[Hook] +Like hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up +Hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up + +[Verse 2] +Umm, Yeah +Uh no I'm not Jordan but I am the GOAT just like Kobe +My car's so fast, 200 on dash, won't test it (skrrr) +Gettin' money, that's a blessin' +Pray to the Lord that every day I be flexin', ya +Some of my niggas they restin', ya +I am still here, that's a blessin', ya +Swear I don't do the textin', ya +Lil bitch you is a peasant, ya +My chain might be tight but it's heavy, ya +Don't do no credit or debit, ya +All this money in my pocket, that shit get so heavy, ya +[Bridge] +Now I got me a new level +Now I went up in my level +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah +Yeah + +[Hook] +Like hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured up +Hold up, hold up +Why you so broke, get ya dough up +Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up +Yeah, when I'm in the A I stay poured upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Heavy*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro] +AXL +Ready +Been there, ready +Lil Uzi, bow +Lil Uzi +Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that? +Bow bow +Been there, been there, been there, been there, bow +Been there, been there +Skrrt (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +I don't think they ready (Yeah) +And I know she know me, I push foreigns like they Chevys (Chevys) +She fuck with my opps, she do that shit to be petty (To be petty) +I still get the top, in the club bitch I'm too getty +This Moncler, I got on heavy (Got on heavy) +Heavy, hеavy, heavy +Call in that Rolls-Royce truck (She call mе in that Rolls-Royce truck) +Heavy, heavy, heavy + +[Bridge] +Ain't nobody fly as us (Fly as us, yeah) +Heavy, heavy (Fly as us), heavy (Fly as us) +And you know I got a tool +Heavy (Grrah, bow), heavy (Harry Tubman), glocky (Bow) +[Verse 1] +"Look in the skies, it's a bird or a planes," nah, I'm on a jet +Why would I ever respond to a lame? (A lame) +Yeah, hit or check +Pussy ass nigga better stay in his lane (Lane) +Yeah, before he get whacked (Yeah) +I fuck around with all my chains, and I still got space all around my neck +Four carat emeralds can't do baguettes, I done put on my vest (Yeah) +Trust him, put a .30 my Tec +I can make thirty more Ms with that +More money, more problems on my desk +I'm a young nigga, sometimes I stress +Get a nigga dropped then I stress less +They on my head, man they on my dick (Yeah) +AXL + +[Chorus] +I don't think they ready (Ready) +And I know she know me, I push foreigns like they Chevys (What?) +She fuck with my opps, she do that shit to be petty (Petty) +I still get the top, in the club bitch I'm too getty +This Moncler, I got on heavy (Got on heavy) +Heavy, heavy, heavy +Call in that Rolls-Royce truck (In that Rolls-Royce truck) +Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy +[Verse 2] +I got one eye open steady (Steady) +Counting up the fetty (Yeah) +Whipping up that Crocker and we serving out that Betty (Yeah) +Man, this .30 way too heavy (Woah) +Glocky hold it steady (Steady) +Pull up in two Lambos I'm with Bubba like they Chevys +I don't think that bitch was ready (Wha- what?) +Spent five hundred thousand at starlets, my heart got heavy (Yeah) +Then I thought about it, that money was just so petty (Oh) +I don't want no pussy baby, just give me the headie (Yeah) +I done found my opp location just right off Reddit...3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Make It Worse*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +She super bad and she Persian (Ayy) +Hatin' on my swag +I'ma make it worse (What?) +I'ma pop them tags (Beep) +I'ma make it worse (Beep) +Watch me do the dash (Skrr) +I'ma make it worseEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Backwoods[Intro] +Look at me +Look at me, yeah +Look at me +Look at me, yeah + +[Chorus] +I can't break, I can't break (Break) +I can't break (No, no) +I got bones of steel (Steel) +And with them, I can't be real +For me them same niggas you know that they gon' kill +Sometimes I get scared just from the fake, I get chills +So much water on my neck I had to grow gills + +[Verse 1] +Pound for pound, I ain't feeling no gain +Every day I wake up I'm just feeling more pain (More Pain) +They say I'm living good and I'm just feeding my face +I do this for my family and I'm going insane +Yeah, I'm going insane (Going insane) +Only one that's running and I'm losing the race +I smoked too many backwoods so I'm losing my pace +Matter fact I'm tired of trying, I do not want no cake +Same nigga rollie got a big face +Same nigga really but I feel like I'm so late +Same nigga, go straight to the bank +Deposit 100,000 at a time in the safe +[Chorus] +I can't break, I can't break (Break) +I can't break (No, no) +I got bones of steel (Steel) +And with them, I can't be real +For me them same niggas you know that they gon' kill +Sometimes I get scared just from the fake, I get chills +So much water on my neck I had to grow gills + +[Verse 2] +I'ma put more diamonds in my wristwatch (Watch) +I'm the same old nigga just got big knots (Knots) +Pull up in the Coupe, that's a big drop (Skrtt) +Now she want me cause I'm a big shot (Shot) +Your mama keep lying she on the block +She keep calling Chris for the big rock +I be mixin' that Rafy with that Vetements +No you cannot cover [?] +This way, why you treat me this way? +First, you wanna diss me, now you wanna kiss me +Hit that girl right from the back, put her in her restrain +Yeah, I call her Ms. Thing, I don't know this bitch name + +[Chorus] +I can't break, I can't break (Break) +I can't break (No, no) +I got bones of steel (Steel) +And with them, I can't be real +For me them same niggas you know that they gon' kill +Sometimes I get scared just from the fake, I get chills +So much water on my neck I had to grow gillsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Not FriendlyLyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +Smokin' on this gas, little bitch can't smell it, yeah +Ten steps ahead so I cannot fell down +Yeah, huh, diamonds water like a well, yeah +Speakin' of this water, yeah, my pockets swelled up +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy) +What is the problem? +My homie pull up right there with the llama +Spanish bitch on me, como se llama? +I like my jewelry when it be shinin' +All my rings on my finger like Sonic +All my rings on my finger like Sonic +Turn the record just up, let me sign it, ayy +Duck down when I find it +Know I gotta keep my pole, yeah, my Glock-1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Regular*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Chorus] +Nowadays, no I'm not regular +I don't know these niggas 'cause these niggas, they too regular +Yeah, she got a man, I've got a girl and she's a better her +No, I do not own her, I don't check-in, I do check on her +I mean it all and I would risk that +I can make her feel it in her stomach like a six-pack +Woah, don't forget that +I was on the road, and I must've made like ten stacks +I know what she wants +I do this shit for fun +Sat back and thought about it, now I'm done +I smoke so much gas, you gotta buy my lungs +I got paper cuts they all up on my thumbs + +[Verse] +What I make in a day you make in a month +In the front of my car, where they put the trunk +Started up, and in a second, boy you done +I don't go nowhere without my gun +Plus my gun I swear it came right with a drum +Trigger finger hurtin', shoot it with my thumb +I'm a rockstar but I came straight from the slums +Yes I made it in the hood, they think I won +[Chorus] +Nowadays, no I'm not regular +I don't know these niggas 'cause these niggas, they too regular +Yeah, she got a man1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Zani Bars[Intro] +([?] productions) + +[Chorus] +(Woo) +Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw) +Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi) +Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi) +In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa) +The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt) +Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?) +You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off) +I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo) +Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw) +Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi) +Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi) +In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa) +The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt) +Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?) +You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off) +I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo) + +[Verse] +Eatin' lobster, steak and gettin' all the salad (Eatin') +Why you over there lookin' so famished? (Yeah) +Got more bitches than I could ever manage (Yeah) +Got more money than I could ever manage (Yeah) +Takin' all these pills, I be gone off Xannies (Gone off Xannies) +I be so high I ain't never landin' ([?]) +I'm takin' all these Xannies just like cabbage +I've been mixin' up the strawberry Fanta (Yeah, yeah) +Diggin' in that bitch then I pop a cherry (Woo) +Wrist cold like February (February) +That nigga say he a dog, then that mean I'm a veterinarian (He say he a dog) +That bitch that you callin' your wife, yeah, she my secretary (Yeah) +Gettin' that white chick from Boston, movin' them birds just like Larry (Yeah) +My dentist be my real jeweler, my dentist be my real jeweler (Yeah) +TEC-9, I got me an Uzi, both of them bitches got rulers (Oh) +My car, it move like a cougar, my bitch just wish she a cougar (Skrrt) +She suck me too, I am not movin', that bitch gave me her medulla +[Chorus] +(Woo) +Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw) +Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi) +Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi) +In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa) +The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt) +Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?) +You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off) +I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo) +Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw) +Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi) +Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi) +In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa) +The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt) +Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?) +You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off) +I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo) + +[Open Verse] + +[Chorus] +(Woo) +Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw) +Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi) +Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi) +In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa) +The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt) +Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?) +You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off) +I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo) +Throwin' money, all these dollars fall (Throw) +Throwin' money, all these bitches fall (Yeah, Lil Uzi) +Throwin' money, all these bitches crawl (Woo, Lil Uzi) +In my new whip, forgot what this cost (Whoa) +The reason is that I keep switchin' cars (Skrrt) +Ho call me right back, I keep switchin' calls (Hello?) +You all on my dick, like, you trippin', dog (Get off) +I'm dickin' your bitch off these Xanny bars (Woo, Xanny, woo)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Old Niggas Hatin*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Who y'all niggas hate + +[Chorus] +Woke up to some hold niggas hating +Yeah I ain't keep that girl cause she was brazy +Yeah we fucked her so good1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Look at This*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Intro] +Yeah +Pour it like, yeah +From the 215, yeah +([?]) +215, yeah +Lil Uzi Vert, yeah + +[Verse] +I hit my bitch, you can't copy moves +I'm on the top, but I got the loot +She made a mess, that's a sloppy move +Aim at your bitch, boy, I'm tryin' hit you +Lil Uzi, ain't no one hot as you +Been rest for some time, but [?] +You think I'm so fake, I'm tired too +I'm rockin' that Prada, ain't proud of you +I look at the world, yeah, I'm ready for change +I get so angry that things not the same +All white diamonds like they're cocaine +Every time I go up, I throw X on my chain +I don't talk, only speak about cheese +I can tell these niggas don't like me +Don't make sense 'cause they look like me +Plus I make your bitch wanna have my seat +Don't make sense if you don't make rent +Crotch on your bitch, yeah, that boy, he a simp +Sweep this Swisher, think she tryna throw me a hint +Foreign pound weed leave more than a dent +I [?] get your ass spent +Every day and night, know a nigga gettin' rich +And instead a nigga beefin' with the whole damn city +He don't even know who motherfuckin' sent him +Yeah +He don't even know who motherfuckin' sent him +He don't give a fuck, kill a opp good riddance +I trap [?] yeah, man, that's a henchman +Drum on the cannon, feel like Nicholas, yeah +So much work, I'm cookin' it, yeah +On that jet, I'm bookin' it, yeah (Count up) +[Chorus] +Main man told her, "Look at this" +Yeah, yeah +My new Lamb', look at this +This my jam, look at this +Chopper with a fan, look at this +All my fans, look at this +Count them bands, look at this +Got her on cam, look at this +I'ma do it all again, look at this +Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap) +Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap) +Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap) +Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap) +Look at this (Guap), look at this (Guap) +Look at this (Yeah), look at this (Yeah) +Look at this (Yeah), look at this (Yeah) +Bae gettin' wet, look at this +I'ma book a check, look at this +Can't drive no Corvette, look at this (Vroom) +Money my pack, look at this +Now I'm the best, yeah +Come on, let's bet, yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Opps From Me[Intro] +Last night +Yeah, yeah +Lil Uzi +I don't want shit, I just ask one thing +I ask y'all just to keep these opps from around me (808 Mafia) +Keep 'em 'round from me + +[Pre-Chorus] +Niggas switchin' sides like suicide doors (Like suicide doors) +Stay real, gettin' money, that's all know (That's all know) +Last night, I got a call from my woe (From my woe) +He said my old cousin plottin' on the low (On the low) + +[Chorus] +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me) +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (These opps from 'round me) +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep thеse opps from 'round me (I don't want no opps around me) +Keep thеse opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me) + +[Verse 1] +Keep these opps from 'round me, these niggas be hatin' (They be hatin') +Getting money and ain't nothin' ever late, yeah (They never late, yeah) +Told that bitch to suck my dick, don't want relations (Don't want relations) +And when I'm whippin' in the kitchen, it's amazing (Amazing Grace) +I'm in Cali and I'm talkin' to the plug (Get out my face) +Keep these opps from 'round me, nigga, what you want? (Ayy, what you want?) +Lil Uzi, that young nigga is a thug (He a what?) +Hit a nigga with a motherfuckin' slug (Goddamn, goddamn) +[Pre-Chorus] +Niggas switchin' sides like suicide doors (Like suicide doors) +Stay real, gettin' money, that's all know (That's all know) +Last night, I got a call from my woe (From my woe) +He said my old cousin plottin' on the low (On the low) + +[Chorus] +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me) +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (These opps from 'round me) +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (I don't want no opps around me) +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me) + +[Verse 2] +Keep these opps from 'round me, my diamonds be shinin' (My diamonds be shinin') +Go see Shanon, I swear that's my lil' mama (That's my lil' mama) +Tell lil' nigga that he not with the drama (He not, he not) +His bitch stuck up on my dick, lip gloss poppin', Little Mama (Oh my God) +I don't give a fuck, I might kill me a opper (Oh my God) +I don't give a fuck, I might shoot me a copper (I'm outside) +My chain, it be white gold, yours be copper (You go blind) +Not Jamaican, but original Don Dada (My [?]) + +[Pre-Chorus] +Niggas switchin' sides like suicide doors (Like suicide doors) +Stay real, gettin' money, that's all know (That's all know) +Last night, I got a call from my woe (From my woe) +He said my old cousin plottin' on the low (On the low) +[Chorus] +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me) +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (These opps from 'round me) +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (I don't want no opps around me) +Keep these opps from 'round me, keep these opps from 'round me (Keep these opps from 'round me)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cold Life*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +She said, "Yeah" +You feel, [?] +When I'm [?] +When I'm at the car +Why are you so dope? +(Ooh, why are you so dope?) +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah-yeah + +[Chorus] +Got no heart, I got a cold life, Ayy +Lil Uzi, he live a cold life, yeah (Woo, woo) +Pockets big, I got a swole life, yeah +Had to get rid of my old wife, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Need You*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Intro] +Woah (Yeah, yeah) +Woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +You know that I, yeah +I'm back on my shit +You know that I + +[Chorus] +You know that I need you +You know that I need you +You know that I breathe you +You know I can't leave you +The cuffs aren't that strong +When the time's gone +You know I'm high, zoned +Must admit I'm wrong +Yeah +You know that I need you +You know that I need you +You know what I want +You know I won't leave you +The cuffs aren't that strong +When the time's gone +When the time's gone +[Verse] +I can't believe you +I can't believe you +I can't believe you +I can't believe you +Now it's so wrong +I can't call home +Now I'm all alone +I am a mess, I learned my lesson +I cannot see you +I cannot see you +I cannot see you +I cannot see you +I am a demon +So I know a demon +You in the deep end +Not even breathing +Tryna expose me +Tryna expose me +I am the old me +I turned to the old me +You know what? I'm sorry +Had to leave, what a bother +I was a starter +All my bitches impose me +Yeah, they said I was OG +Yeah, they said I was OG +Now they won't even know me +Now they won't even love me +They were there for the commas +[?] +[Chorus] +You know that I need you +You know that I breathe you +You know I can't leave you +The cuffs aren't that strong +When the time's gone +You know I'm high, zoned +Must admit I'm wrong +Yeah +You know that I need you +You know that I need you +You know what I want +You know I won't leave you +The cuffs aren't that strong +When the time's gone +When the time's goneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +No HeartLyrics from Snippet + +[Hook] +[?] In the dark ain't got no heart, They can fuck me i can tell they smart, Yeah, But i also can tell that they got no HeartEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hold Me Back*[Intro] +Ayy, yeah, ayy, lets go, yeah +These niggas tryna hold me back (Try to what? Tryna hold me back) +These niggas tryna hold me back, These niggas tryna hold me back (It's Lil Uzi Vert) (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +These niggas tryna hold me back +Couple niggas out here stole my racks +Couple niggas out here stole my swag +Gave his bitch [?] owe me sex +Slam doors, pedal, plus my new bitch get way wetter +Watch that pussy change the weather + +[Verse] +First off, me and you not the same +I can tell that that boy is a lame +I done put some pointers all on my chain +Make your bitch wanna point at my chain +Niggas out here tryna use up my name +Fuck you tryna go up just in yo fame +Boy, you out of style, I call you Lil Xan +African shooter with me Luol Deng +Okay you 'bout it +I'm 'bout it +I'm 'bout it +I'm 'bout it +I'm 'bout it turn you to erotic +I got your bitch on my dick and she know I could spin this shit even before I could potty +I done went Bentley on Lambo' on Rover on Rover on 'Rari on 'Rari on 'Rari +My glasses they Carti' +I'm rocking Armani +My shoes they be Molly +My diamonds retarded, my watch make me tardy +I swag on the party, more VLONE than Bari +My car automatic, it don't need no car key +My dick in her stomach, I fucked up her heart +I'm pullin' her hair and I fucked up her part +Ain't nothing changed, bitch, I'm geeked up in Mars +I know that she miss me +That bitch tried to diss me, now she want to kiss me +I told her don't touch me, I'm rocking Givenchy +You know Lil Uzi ain't simpin' for hoes +Don't want your bitch, why you missing your ho? +I brought that pussy to death with the low +That's why she cleanin' me up like a chore +Young nigga living too lavish +I done put pink diamonds top of a Patek, ayy +Bitch, I'm geeked up, not an addict, ayy +Don't want that bitch you can have it, ayy +I remember I was down like the basement, now I'm on top like the attic, ayy +All of my bitches the baddest +All of my bitches they, um, charismatic, ayy +Lil Uzi Vert, you that nigga, huh +Back on my shit, it been a minute, huh +This better than everything I dropped, no lie +This song right here got me right back in my prime +This song right here make this bitch wan' spend some time +This make her believe me when she know I'm lyin' +[Chorus] +These niggas tryna...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +This That Shit[Verse 1] +This that shit that make you want to get some money +I can fuck your bitch put my dick up in her stomach +And I been off the shits ever since I was a youngin' +I fantasize about the bitches working at Onyx +Now them same bitches on my dick, tryna get my commas +But I remain with the same clique nothing above them +I could take this turn that into something +I'm tryna get rich and famous shit it is nothing +We know you cuff her we fuck her cause she be bustin' +I know you love her you tongue her you, but she be suckin' +We are no niggas so please dont get to frontin' +And you're a nasty nigga end of discussion +That beat go so hard my god give me concussion +My hood got drums like a band no percussion +The ones in the field, keep it real, thats who I fuck with +The ones thats not around keep it solid I ain't trustin' +Fuck it + +[Hook] +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +[Verse 2] +Fuck it pull up, so this (?) +Three clips on one gun that shit like a tripod +And if you got problems then all my niggas hop out +Type not to cop out +All my niggas drop out +All my shows be moshed out +Get you stomped out +She stiffin we sniffin' some shit that will open your nostrils +I'm fuckin' this slut I swear we blowin' the couch out +She blowin my dick meanwhile I'm blowin' her back out +Force in the lights made me say pledge of allegiance +NWO now they say I need Jesus +Who say the preacher wasn't with em +Who say the people wasn't with em +If throw me six million, then I'm with em +Sour got me thinkin', smoke purple, see my demons +We millionaires tomorrow +But tomorrow we be feastin' +Ring on my finger different color like the diseases +Ring on my finger different color like the diseases +Medusa look so good got a nigga froze +When she ride that dick got me hard as stone +Addicted to Versace, bitches call me big papi +Head game so sloppy +Nigga how you gon' stop me?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Elon Musk (Neuralink)*[Intro] +Too wavy +Radical +All that stuff, bih' +Yeah +Whoa + +[Verse] +I bought a car for your bitch (Bitch) +I put a car on my wrist (Wrist) +I'ma turn up in this bitch (Ayy) +I'ma just get this bitch lit (Yeah) +I'm known to ball on that bitch (Huh?) +These niggas, they ain't on shit, Yeah (What?) +Had to put one in the head (Ayy) +There is no stalling my whip (Ayy) +Ok, I walk with it tucked (Huh?) +Pour up that lean in the Crush (Ayy) +Yeah, that bitch turned to my crush (Ayy) +That bitch was just on the bus (Ayy) +Sometimes I feel like I'm Elon (Yeah) +Everything I do a must (Yeah) +All of my bitches they felines, yeah (What?) +So they know I am that pup (Yeah) +No, I do not, uh, get drunk (Uh) +I'd rather take the drugs (Uh) +Told that bitch, "gimme a hug," (Yeah) +You don't hate me and you love it (Ayy) +Niggas, they talkin' too much, yeah (Ayy) +I bеt that boy he won't tuck it2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Credit / Thank Her*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +And I should really thank her +What type of diamonds on your bitch? You know I pinked her +Got a Cuban link on me, I ain't McRangsta +But I'm not talkin' 'bout Cuban links so don't talk gangster +I don't wife none of these hoes, no, I can't save her +Put your number in my phone but I won't save you +Oh, you think that I'm a player +He ain't gettin' money, he a hater + +[Interlude] +Y'all niggas ain't ever have to struggle before +Now y'all have to warm me up, like +I see pain in your eyes every time you fuck me, yeah +And I know you lie when you said you trust mе, yeah +It's Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah), I can feel it (I can feel it) +Why you still hеre if I'm fuckin' up your image? (Up your image) +'Cause you okay but I know I can do it better, yeah (Uh, better) + +[Chorus] +I can buy a better bitch just off of credit (Yeah), uh +I just bought a Lamborghini off of debit (Yeah), uh +I just found my opp location off of Reddit (Cash), uh +I just bought some Chrome Heart jeans just like they selvage (Uh) +I been gettin' my dick sucked since I was seven, yeah (Uh) +[Verse] +Crosses on my jeans and my crosses leather, yeah (Ayy) +Bitch, I'm known to ball, I'm not playin' tether, yeah (Uh-huh) +I like lots of, cheese, swiss, and mozzarella, yeah +I like provolone but cheddar's way better, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) +Now tell me, do gangsters really go to Heaven? Yeah (Yeah) +If we really do, need to cut a check to my reverend, yeah (Let's go) +I wanted me a Rollie since I was eleven, yeah (Go) +If you wanna talk about Rollies? Then I got eleven, yeah (Ayy) +Niggas in my city startin' all the rumors (All the rumors) +I ain't movin', bitch I hang with the movers (Look, with the movers) +And I'm gon' shot my shot 'cause I hang with the shooters, yeah (With the shooters) +Ain't nobody shot but someone top your medulla, yeah (Your medulla) +Bitch better gimme that top, I can't promise I'm gon' do ya...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Poppin*Lyrics from Snippet + +Yeah, I can run a 4 +Abs all on my core +My neck wet just like the shore +(Why you mad) Yeah (stop it) +You just mad cause I'm poppinEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pink Ferrari[Lyrics from Snippet] +Real bad barbie, pushing a pink Ferrari +When we was in Panama +Rode my dick like a Harley + +Took that girl to Africa, got left like safari +Yeah I got the best bitch in America +Just ask Erica +Yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fruity Diamond Colored Pebbles*Hiiiigher, (Woah, What) +Um fruity diamond colored pebbels look just like a cereal +Oh my god, yeah hatin' niggas here we go +Boy...[?]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mom Said*Lyrics from snippet + +[Chorus] +Remember what my mom said +She said you'll be fine, babe +I'm not hard to find, I'm at spots that you can find me +I gotta pay attention 'cause these niggas, they might blind me +My bitch is so bad, that's why they always gon' con me +Hov' got Beyoncé I can't settle for Ashanti +Ashanti's a dime piece, but it's all about the timing +I was on my own nigga, and I kept it solid +It's a big comeback, 'cause I am a Prophet + +[Verse] +Underdog the comeback, no way you could top this +I was out my mind quick, I was out my conscious +I felt like a convict, but I am a dime bitch +That means if I block her, I'm still gon' be shining +I'm still on my block, bitch, I be on that hot shit +Run up, you get popped quick +Think it's sweet that's not this +It go on and on and the opps will keep dropping +Before it all, just as long as you know we 'bout it (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Remember what my mom said +She said you'll be fine, babe +I'm not hard to find, I'm at spots that you can find me +I gotta pay attention 'cause these niggas, they might blind me +My bitch is so bad, that's why always gon' con me +Hov' got Beyoncé, I can't settle for Ashanti +Ashanti's a dime piece, but it's all about the timing +I was on my own nigga, and I kept it solid +It's [?] comeback, ‘cause I am a Prophet5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lambo*Pull up PJ, five hunnid thousand that’s for a whip +I got a Gallardo, I got a Murcielago damn +Pull up in a red Diablo damn, pull up in a Urus with the slide doors yeah! +Pull up in a lamb, damn, fast, skrrt! Faster than your hellcat (uh) + +I got a muhfuckin’ lambo! +I got a muhfuckin’ lambo! +I got a muhfuckin’ lambo! +Doors go up on the lambo! +Make your bitch take off her two piece bikini... + +Pull up a lambo [?] +Pull up a lambo, yeah +Pull up a lambo +Pull up a lamboEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Unnecessary*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +(Beep, brrt) +Yeah (Burp, skrr) +Hello? (It's cool, what's up, baby?) +So unnecessary +She can't leave me 'lone, man, this shit unnecessary (No) +I got too much money, yeah, I'm so necessary + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I got too many clothes, yeah, my swag so necessary +Yeah, I got too many hoes, yeah, I'm so necessary (This shit necessary) +Yeah, I don't even talk no more, yeah, go talk to my secretary (Secretary) +Yeah, I met that bitch on the road, my old bitch unnecessary + +[Verse 1] +Smoking on oh-la-la, man that shit so nеcessary +Got my new bitch high, now she acting unnеcessary +I just spent a check, man, that shit was unnecessary +Niggas been hating on me, I saw that back in February +Pink diamond on the middle my head, niggas said, "That's unnecessary" +Twenty-four million for one diamond, shit, might rob my damn self +Yeah, I spent so much money, I can't trust my damn self +She gon' give me head, on her face, put dandruff +Kick that bitch out, now that hoe get canceled +Yeah, we got too much red, we ain't giving out no samples +Yeah, open up that drop head, on my whip like a sandal +Yeah, this car way too fast, I can't even handle +[Chorus] +I got too many clothes, man my swag so necessary +I got too many hoes, yeah, I'm so necessary +I don't even talk no more, yeah, go talk to my secretary +Yeah, I met that bitch on the road, my old bitch unnecessary (1600) + +[Verse 2] +I don't need you no more, uh-uh you unnecessary +Yeah, Rick Owens on my mask, man, that shit get so scary +I got too many bros, man, that shit unnecessary +If...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Crazy Girl*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +Yeah +Woah +Cannon (Cannon) + +[Chorus] +Drink it all day long (Long), take it all day long (Long) +Shake it, [?] Girl this your favorite song +Man, it feels so right (Right), I don't know how it's wrong (Wrong) +She can do it so long, yeah, she bounce 'til the morn' (Woah, woah, woah, woah) +I'ma hit her 'til tomorrow (Tomorrow), I'ma beat it up the right way (Right) +Treat her like she ain't gone (Gone), short hair, need it long (No) +Her panties keep goin' (Woah), matter fact, it's a thong +I ain't know what you got, I ain't never hit it wrong (Yeah) + +[Verse] +I ain't ever hit it off (Never), I ain't ever hit it off (Never, never) +[?], take my heart and run (Run) +I could feel it in my blood (Blood), make her [?] +No, we can't touch down, yeah, goin' all the way to...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fell in Love*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Chorus] +Can't fall in love with a bitch (Bitch) +This ho can fuck my mans (My mans) +I fell in love with the bands (The bands) +I fell in love with the bands (Yeah) +I fell in love with the pan (Ayy) +Whipping it up, I did that with my hand (What?) +She fell in love with the Xan' (What?) +I fell in love with kickstand (Yeah) +She fell in love with the bands (What?) +I fell in love with the Lamb' (Oh) +She fell in love with the tint +I fell in love with the rims (Oh yeah) +My bitch, she keep getting work done +My bitch look like Lil Kim (Oh yeah) +I fell in love with hеr tan +She fell in love with Chanеl, I declare + +[Bridge] +Yeah, real quick, what you thinking 'bout +I said what you thinking 'bout? +I said what you thinking 'bout? +It's Lil Uzi Vert +What you thinking 'bout? +What you thinking 'bout, baby? Clout? +I got ten million in my house (In my house) +You thought I fell off, I'ma slouch +Damn, I done fucked your bitch on my couch, ayy, ayy +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I done fucked your bitch in the mouth (Ayy, what? Yeah) +And your lil' bitch don't need to know my house +And she put some coke in her snout, ayy +Yeah, told that lil' bitch you got to get out, hey +Yeah, chop it on the opps 'til they pout (Uh what yeah) +Yeah, chop it on the opps, they switched they route +You raised by a rat, then you a mouse, ayy +I was on my back and then I sprouted +Look, money in my pockets sticking out, ayy +Yeah, my bitch ass so fat, it's sticking out, ayy (Huh? What?) +Yeah, niggas do not talk when I'm not around (Not around) +Yeah, 'cause when I'm around, you catch these rounds (Ayy, ayy) +Yeah, silence of the opps, don't hear a sound (Shh) +I done pulled off with a fifty round (Ayy) +Hundred thousand on his head, put sixty there (Ayy, ayy) +All these different beats like I know Missy now (Yeah, yeah) +Canary yellow, my diamonds pissy now (Ayy, ayy, ayy) +Diamonds on my wrist, they chocolate shitty now (Ayy) +And I know your bitch, she probably miss me now (Yeah) +'Cause when I used to fuck with her, that's sixty rounds (Ayy) + +[Chorus] +Can't fall in love with a bitch (Bitch) +This ho can fuck my mans (My mans) +I fell in love with the bands (The bands) +I fell in love with the bands (Yeah) +I fell in love with the pan (Ayy) +Whipping it up, I did that with my hand (What?) +She fell in love with the Xan' +I fell in love with kickstand (Let's go) +She fell in love with the bands (What?) +I fell in love with the Lamb' (Oh) +She fell in love with the tint +I fell in love with the rims (Oh yeah) +My bitch, she keep getting work done +My bitch look like Lil Kim (Oh yeah) +I fell in love with her tan +She fell in love with Chanel, I declareEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +C4[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Lil uzi bitch +Lets get it + +[Verse 1] +Ain't have shit, nigga thats a lie +Even had shit when I was in the ville +I 'member that- fuck the whats his name? +Had his face lookin' like Emmett Till +That was a young nigga +Keep goin' hard for the +Talkin' to the law, took a rat deal +Me and my boys act dumb +We ain't sayin' shit +We ain't +In the kitchen +Eatin' crabs +One nigga I give my life for +My own sacrifice for +Man i love you nigga, you that right boul +That's a real nigga +If it don't replay +Real nigga +When I whip the pot like stir fry +I'm doin' deals in the ally way +Man in the chevy with extended folk +I'm sippin' lean and they smokin' dope +[Hook] +And I ain't done, mothafucka +Steppin' in my hood, you a dumb mothafucka +And I ain't let it blow cause my lil niggas want you +Yeah, my lil niggas want you +And I ain't done, mothafucka +Steppin' in my hood, you a dumb mothafucka +And I ain't let it blow cause my lil niggas want you +Yeah, my lil niggas want you +My niggas +My pop used to have a strap +As a young boy, I wanted that +We about that +Got C4, where your house at? + +[Hook] +And I ain't done, mothafucka +Steppin' in my hood, you a dumb mothafucka +And I ain't let it blow cause my lil niggas want you +Yeah, my lil niggas want you +And I ain't done, mothafucka +Steppin' in my hood, you a dumb mothafucka +And I ain't let it blow cause my lil niggas want you +Yeah, my lil niggas want you1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Even Steven*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Intro] +Brr, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah +Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn +Yeah + +[Chorus] +This is not going platinum, this some street shit +It's crazy how she kiss her baby right after she eat dick (Woah) +It's crazy how my nigga made a million off of three licks +Break it down the middle and we made it even-steven (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Everybody tryna say that I believe in demons (Huh?) +You believe in demons if you think I am a demon (Yeah) +I got so much money that the extra you can keep it (Yeah) +I stoppеd fucking average ho's 'cause thеy can't keep a secret (Shh) +I be calm in every situation 'cause I'm leanin' +That boy, he a jackass 'cause his money weiner (Slow) +My bitch got a fat ass, biggest ever seen (Woah) +If I didn't love her I would let my whole damn team hit +Okay, I hit with the semen (Semen), drippin' on her cleavage +Fuckin' is too easy (Woah) +Doggystyle, I'm sleepin' (Grr) +No, they can't believe this +These niggas, they heated +I can kill this fucking beat, no I don't need to remix +Yeah, holy moly +Bitch, I crushed the Rollie +Yeah, I crushed the Rollie +Ayy, I bust the Rollie +Yeah, she suck the Rollie +Make her fuck the Rollie +Man, fuck this Rollie +Bitch, I don't need no ice (I don't need no ice) +Bitch, put lean on ice (Put lean on ice) +I don't wan' sip no Sprite (I don't want no Sprite) +Sippin' on the cream all night (On cream all night) +Bitch, I'm feelin' just right (Just right, just right) +Told my bitch, "Keep it tight" (Keep it tight, shh) +Man, I'm creamin' at night (At night) +I don't see a opp in sight (Baow) +[Chorus] +This is not going platinum, this some street shit +It's crazy how she kiss her baby right after she eat dick (Woah) +It's crazy how my nigga made a million off of three licks +Break it down the middle, then we made it even-steven + +[Verse 2] +I might change my name to Keef 'cause every minute I be chiefin' +My team scored a touchdown, they're not good at defense (Score) +She gon' lick my nuts now, my luck 'cause she eatin' (Yeah) +Yes, I am conceited, I must say got a reason (Yeah) +I call her my baby 'cause she act like she teethin' (Huh) +Rubbin' Molly on her gums 'til her gums hurt (Hurt) +Put my finger in her butt until my thumb hurt (Hurt) +Come on baby, get with sense, I make a star burstEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Kanye West*Lyrics to this song have not yet been released. Please check back once this song is released3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rich Nigga[Intro] +Nigga you ass, nigga +Fuck outta here, nigga +It's Sealab Vertical in this bitch, You can suck a dick +Don't give a fuck what yo' name is, bitch +You can't rap nigga, fuck outta here +This nigga is broke nigga +The fu-, goddamn dawg what the fuck nigga +It smell like turtle ass nigga, ray fat as shit + +[Verse] +I get that money and bitches Sealab on my mind like 24/7 +These niggas talk shit, get hit, MAC-11 +And One of these days see you in heaven (boy) +Fuck that see you in hell +Diamonds on soda like Kenan and Kel +I stay winning, I will not fail +I stay trending, time to XL +And I fuck on these bitches that stay on my cock +Niggas kick rocks +Speaking of rocks +Got them white rocks +And they tucked in, comin' from my lil' socks +Ducking the cops +Cream of the crop +Murder the flock +Wings on my sneaks Jeremy Scotts +And she giving me top in the droptop +Just like my dad in the back of the trunk +Got that good weed, yeah, I bring the funk +That shit smell like it got sprayed by a skunk +Yeah your bitch, yeah she got a donk +Now she's my bitch so my bitch got a donk +Take you on bridge, nigga better jump +Boy, this AK will eat you for lunch +All my fly bitches whats happenin' +All my fly niggas whats crackin' +If you rocking that Nike and that True Religion that shit tacky +If you wanna talk [?] all you gotta do is ask me +I [?] on the real though +I'm tired of all you swag daddies +Tryna fix that, tryna fix that, tryna fix that +Cause nowadays that shit's wack +Tryna fix that, tryna fix that, tryna fix that +Cause nowadays that shit's wack +So you know it's kinda long +? +Gold grill 'cause I'm texas chill +Camo bandana I'm still on +That LSD up on my tongue so you know I might not live for long +Givenchy tee with the gold plates +Rollie, bitch, with the gold face +Some of y'all gon' congratulate +But the rest of y'all just gon' hate +My sick shit, finna get licks +Got a hick bitch that suck dick +Her pussy hot off that drip stick +Blue bape chucks, no crip shit +Red lumberjack, no picnic +Lamborghini nigga, no stick shift +I'm broke as fuck but I talk rich +And my Grandma gon' help me live it +And when I make it, she gon' live it +Chinchilla coats, with the fox mist +Her champagne gonna be chocolate +Philly nigga, but I got a bitch that's from LA +Leather jacket nigga, Pelle Pelle +.45 nigga and I don't play +Sicker than yout, sicker than your, sicker than your, your average +Sicker than your, sicker than your, sicker than your, your average +Sicker than your, sicker than your, sicker than your, your average +? +Money up my shit stupid +Yeah my crease, its all ruthless +Yeah yo hoe, she suck my dick +And it felt like that bitch was toothless +That Mac is long, talking bout' that clip +I smoke it all, talking bout' that zip +She take it all, sucking on my balls +Make her take it long, make her suck my dick +I make a hoe wanna scream, put that dick in her asshole +That bitch got a monkey, talking bout' can't last low +Got my name on her tattoo, to be pussy and ass too +I might just rip it and then I axe you +I might just rip it and then I axe you +I got racks atop of them racks, in LSDEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +What’s Real*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse 1] +... +Life too risky, fucking that bitch, too sticky +Everything match like a pikey +And my shirt green like Vicky +And my pockets fat like Missi +My pockets got, um, 160 +All blue hundreds, ain't creepy +I know that she gon' miss me +It's all of my niggas, they rolling +Drive that whip like it's stolen +I pop a perc, keep going +Got this lil bitch moaning +Put that dick in the colon +Nowadays, life's not boring +All my bitches, they foreign +All my bitches, they foreign + +[Chorus] +Tell me, do you love me? +I don't know what's real +I don't know how to feel +Say your name, get chills +For you, I will kill all of my emotions +I ain't killing no nigga over no bitch, these hoes be hoeing +I was the flyest nigga in facility, walk in this bitch in Givеnchy (Yeah) +Contradicting yourself in this situation, man, your ass just be lying (Three!) +[Verse 2] +Imma just mind my businеss +Imma just mind my business +... +Yeah, none of these niggas, they better than me, yeah +Ay (None of these niggas, they better than me) + +[Chorus] +Tell me, do you love me? +I don't know what's real (Yeah) +I don't know how to feel +Say your name, get chills...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Naw*Lyrics from Snippet +[Chorus] +I got the swag, that you can't get, up at the mall +Fucked your bitch, she forgot I wasn't tall +She said do I love you, bitch, I'm like "Naw" (Ay) +She a shark, in the water, I won't drown (Yeah, it's Lil Uzi Vert) + +[Verse] +I'm on the top like motherfuckin' boss +Go for the win, no I don't take a loss (No) +Lambo I got tints, and it came with exhaust +Got an AK, and it came with a hawk (Hawk) +Getting the green like Incredible Hulk (Ay) +Straight to the dentist, I'm high, cannot talk +I am too real, I could never be false +And my lil' bitch, yeah, she came with the walk (Woo) +I know that girl she was dry, so I put water on you like a faucet +I gave that girl all the D, no I am not really that good at no offense +She know that I got all the drip, so my closet that shit as big as an office +Every time I cut em' off you know that my old bitches always be stalking (Uh) +I got on braces but gonna still gonna floss +Talking that shit, you get hit in your jaw (Ay) +I don't wear Hublot, but bitch I'm the boss (Ay) +I want her friend, I want em all (Ay) + +[Chorus] +I got the swag, that you can't get, up at the mall +Fucked your bitch, she forgot I wasn't tall +She said do I love you, bitch, I'm like "Naw" (Ay) +She a shark, in the water, I won't drowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Xo tour life 13Are you alright? +I'm alright, I'm quite alright +And my money's right +8… (Yeah) +Countin' them bands +All way to the top 'til they be fallen' over +(Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Countin' them bands +On my way to the top 'til we fallin' over + +[Chorus] +I don't really care if you cry +On the real, you shoulda never lied +Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes +She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die" +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge + +[Verse 1] +Phantom that's all red, inside all white +Like somethin' you ride a sled down, I just want that head +My Brittany got mad, I'm barely her man now +Everybody got the same swag now +Watch the way that I tear it down +Stackin' my bands all the way to the top +All the way 'til my bands fallin' over +Every time that you leave your spot +Your girlfriend call me like, "Come on over!" +I like the way that she treat me +Gon' leave you, won't leave me, I call it that Casanova +She say I'm insane, yeah +I might blow my brain out (Hey) +Xanny, help the pain, yeah +Please, Xanny, make it go away +I'm committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me +All the pain, now I can't feel it +I swear that it's slowin' me, yeah +[Chorus] +I don't really care if you cry +On the real, you shoulda never lied +Saw the way she looked me in my eyes +She said, "I am not afraid to die" (Yeah) +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge (Yeah) +All my friends are dead, yeah, ooh +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead, yeah +All my friends are dead, yeah + +[Verse 2] +That is not your swag, I swear you fake hard +Now these niggas wanna take my cadence +Rain on 'em, thunderstorm, rain on 'em (Ooh, yeah) +Medicine, lil' nigga, take some (Yeh, yeh) +Fast car, NASCAR, race on 'em +In the club, ain't got no ones, then we would beg them +Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes +You is not a G though +Lookin' at you stackin' all your money, it all green though +I was countin' that and these all twenties, that's a G-roll + +[Bridge] +She say, "You're the worst, you're the worst" +I cannot die because this my universe +[Chorus] +I don't really care if you cry +On the real, you shoulda never lied +Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes +She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die" +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge +All my friends are dead +Push me to the edge1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +7 am (VLONE Lifestyle)[Intro] +Ayy, I told that bitch I count my cake +Bitch, get out my face +45 on my waist +Boy, get out my way +(DP on the beat) +Goyard on my waist +Boy, you ain't got taste +Now I'm gettin' cake +Now your bitch gon' let me + +[Chorus] +Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love +11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love +11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch + +[Verse 1] +Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love +11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like I lost a lot of friends but who give a fuck? +I got the money now, that's all that I want +She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac, I'm a thug (Oh yeah) +Know some Crips and Bloods +Xannies, brought them drugs (Oh yeah) +Got a lot of people bankin' on me (Yeah) +Tell me why these niggas always hatin' on me (Oh yeah) +Comin' home, they be waitin' on me +Like, jump off my dick, all that fakin', homie +[Chorus] +Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love +11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love +11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch + +[Verse 2] +Like, fuck nigga, like, can you leave me alone? +Made a million by myself, yeah, that be my song +Like, yeah, I rock designer when I'm in my zone +Yeah, I fucked your mama, I'm on my VLONE +Said I'm higher than a drone, boy, you is my clone +Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones +Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones +281-330-8004 +Catch me lean spillin' while I'm lane switchin' +Drop the top, cocaine ceilin' +Backwood, propane pillin' +Say my name in it, now your chain missing (Lil Uzi) +Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies +Now I'm higher, now they all salty +Tell them niggas, "Get the fuck up off me" +Now I'm higher, now they all salty +[Chorus] +Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love +11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like 7 AM, I was fuckin' your love +11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Nothing (Demo)[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Gotta live like your last, could die today +Called your girl on my phone, came right away +She like boys, she like girls, there's no right of way +Paparazzi always tryna pop at me +So I spent three million for a hideaway +It got moats, it got boats, it got alligators +For some reason, I still run into all my haters + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Dropping my top to the spine today +'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today +And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch +Factory all on my time today +She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay +She got a man, I do not mind, okay +Arguments, don't got the time today +You want to get on a bus or you wanna ride in the Wraith + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Oh, she said I'm nothing +Oh, without my money +She goes on and on and on and on and on and on, yeah + +[Verse 2: Charlie Puth] +Telling myself I'm not insecure +I don't like the bin, oh no +But you are so bad and it was so good +I short circuited, oh no +When I fuck would only last 30 minutes +Turn up to be much more and I'm still in it +Just like a spider web the more I trust it +You left, I get wrapped up, my head is spinnin' +I met my match (Met your match) +I just got elbowed with no elbow pads (Elbow pads) +Right in the heart is where you hit me at (Hit you at) +You didn't want me so I couldn't go back (Can't go back) +Yeah, duh-duh, duh-duh +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Dropping my top to the spine today +'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today +And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch +Factory all on my time today +She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay +She got a man, I do not mind, okay +Arguments, don't got the time today +You want to get on a bus or you wanna ride in the Wraith + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Oh, she said I'm nothing +Oh, without my money +She goes on and on and on and on and on and on, yeah + +[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +On and on and on and on (She say I'm nothing) +And on, and on, and on, and on (Without my money) +And on, and on, and on, and on (She say I'm nothing) +And on, and on, and on, and on, yeah (Without my money) + +[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, she said, "Daddy, when you gonna go buy a new Wraith?" (Wraith) +I'ma add wings on the side of the door so you can just go and just fly away (Fly away) +She got a twin and her twin got a friend +On the real, I really can't decide today +Not with debating and I'm not with the waiting +I get to that thing and that's right away +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Oh, she said I'm nothing +Oh, without my money +She goes on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeah + +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Dropping my top to the spine today +'Cause my coupe felt like losing his mind today +And your favorite jeweler did not touch my watch +Factory all on my time today +She look at me, she lookin' fine, okay +She got a man, I do not mind, okay +Arguments, don't got the time today +You won't get on a bus so I'll ride in a Wraith + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +Oh, she said I'm nothing +Oh, without my money +She goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tik Tok*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +I be wearing pink, yellow and white diamonds, that's abstract +I ain't got no TikTok, baby, I ain't got no Snapchat +Rollie do not tick-tock, baby, I ain't got a glass back +I can see... + +... +Lab rat +Niggas they be mad-mad +Lambo, I can't crash that +[?], bad-bad +Can I have my swag back? +[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wheelchair*[Pre-Chorus] +[?] yeah yeah +Imma be this way all way till I’m in a wheelchair +Talking to my friends, can’t believe that we still here + +[Chorus] +Woah...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Untitled (Dog Sex)Rari rollie wrist +I almost [?], Yeah +Fuck niggas already [?] +I get guap and [?], Yeah +Diamond on my wrist +I get guap and [?], Yeah +[?] +I spend on myEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Rage Music / Yeah!*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Intro] +Yeah! +Lil Uzi, yo +Shh, uh, Lil Uzi +BNYX + +[Chorus] +Yeah, yeah, (Woah) yeah, yeah (Woah) +Yeah, yeah (Huh), yeah, yeah (Woah) +My neck is filled with the water (Ayy, ayy) +I might just fuck around and take your daughter (Yeah) +Yeah, (Lil Uzi) yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah) +Yeah, yeah, (Ayy) yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi...Woah) +Sometimes I feel like the target, yeah (Ayy, I feel like the target) +But fuck it, this time I'll go harder, ayy (Harder) + +[Verse 1] +Ayy, fuck on that bitch for free (Ayy) +This shit feel like victory (Ayy) +Money ain't shit to me (Ayy) +Money gon' stick to me (Ayy) +Lil Uzi Vеrt on a roll (Ayy) +I put those diamonds my teeth (Ayy) +Might put those diamonds my nose (Ayy) +Ayy, I put thosе diamonds my teeth (Ayy) +Might put those diamonds my nose (Ayy) +Ayy, we killed an opp we got low (Ayy) +Don't got no bullets in his pole +He called my phone, he need more (Hello?) +My bitch don't want me no more (Ayy) +Now I look at her like; "hoe" (Ayy) +[Chorus] +Yeah, yeah, (Woah) yeah, yeah (Ayy) +Yeah, yeah (Ayy), yeah, yeah (Ayy) +My neck is filled with the water (Ayy, ayy) +I might just fuck around, and take your daughter (Yeah) +Yeah, (Lil Uzi) yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah) +Yeah, yeah, (Ayy) yeah, yeah (Woah) +Sometimes I feel like the target (Ayy, I feel like the target) +But fuck it, this time I'll go harder (Ayy, I'ma go harder) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah + +[Verse 2] +I am in love with the bands...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +So Many Girls*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Intro] +Hello +(Neilaworld) +Yeah +Uh + +[Chorus] +So many girls on my line (Ayy) +So many girls on my line (Ayy) +Every one of my girls, they dimes (Ayy) +I can't even make my mind (Yeah) +First, I gotta thank my dad (What?) +Then I gotta thank my mom (Ayy) +'Cause your baby boy came out fine (Ayy) +It ain't over, yeah, it's still my time (Lil Uzi Vert) +So many girls on my line (What?) +So many girls on my line +Every one of my girls, they dimes (Ayy) +I can't even make my mind (Ayy) +First, I gotta thank my dad (Ayy) +Then I gotta thank my mom (What? Huh) +'Cause your baby boy came out fine (Ayy) +It ain't over, yeah, it's still my time (Yeah) +[Verse] +I got some butter pecan, I got a dark skin too +I got a bad bitch, yеah, she light, and she just look like hеr eyes blue +I got some [?] money on me, and my pockets all on blue +Everything that you said to me, already heard, no, it's not new +Yeah, that girl that you love, already called her my boo +I can get who I want, yeah, I can get who I choose (Yeah, choose) +Oh, you want you a Birkin bag what you want? Come choose, yeah +She tell you to work for that, I'm a winner, can't lose, no +Lil' nigga, I am a winner (Ayy) +I told that girl I'm a sinner (Ayy) +These niggas, they are beginners (Ayy) +Lil Uzi, I am a trender (Ayy) +I had your girl with me, she said that you are a real pretender (Yeah) +I don't like when girls sneak diss so I made her go to my member +No, I'm not finished (Ayy) +My Glock, mind my business +Keep talkin', I pop his head up (Yeah) +And all my niggas, they winnin' +Not a priest 'cause my niggas stay sinnin' +Nigga got broke then nigga got sent up, ooh (Yeah) +[?] no chillin' +Yeah, she got the booty so you know I'm gon' feel it + +[Chorus] +So many girls on my line (Ayy) +So many girls on my line (Ayy) +Every one of my girls, they dimes (Ayy) +I can't even make my mind (Yeah) +First, I gotta thank my dad (Ayy) +Then I gotta thank my mom (Ayy) +'Cause your baby boy came out fine (Ayy) +It ain't over, yeah, it's still my time (Yeah) +So many girls on my line (Ayy) +So many girls on my line (Ayy) +Every one of my girls, they dimes (Ayy) +I can't even make my mind +First, I gotta thank my dad (Ayy) +Then I gotta thank my mom (What? Huh) +'Cause your baby boy came out fine (Ayy) +It ain't over, yeah, it's still my time (Yeah) +[Outro] +Still my time +Still my timeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stripes*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Yeah, let's go +It's Lil Uzi Vert + +[Verse] +Stretch on that boy, that's a slide, that's a 6 +Back on that boy, I got 60 on his head, yeah +Stripes on that boy, I got stripes like K Swiss +Stripes on your hood, I got stripes like K Swiss (Let's go) +Stripes on my boy, he can't go back to the pen, yeah +I just got a choppa, automatic, shit European +Niggas know that I can write these songs without a pen +Niggas go to jail they start singing like Boyz II Men +(Boyz II Men, Boyz II Men) +(Lets go) +Damn +Look at my lil' closet this shit like a condominium (Yeah) +Every time you breathe, you know I prolly spent a M +Working out this bitch, you know I'm screaming "Fuck the gym" (Fuck 'em) +Every time I'm on a song, you know I carry like I'm Jim +I done put some VVS on every god damn limb +Your bitch said I look too good so I'll feel like I'm him (Let's go)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Guap*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Chorus] +What's up with the top, baby? (Top) +Is it up or it’s not, baby? (Is it up?) +And I heard you're a thot, baby (Thot) +Plus, I walk with the guap, baby (Guap) + +[Verse] +Got a lotta bands in my pants +I can't dance ’cause I came to the club with my FN +I got fans up in France, I make it your advance +Boy, don't say nothin' +They don't say nothin' +I'm a man, what you sayin'? +She the beast of the clan +Pop that boy like a Xan' +Got a rollie, my left hand +I’m so hot, I can’t stand +I don't worry, they can’t stay +I ain't ever [?] in my Lamb' +I slide under them like jam +All white diamonds like we clean +Told my brother, damn, this hit +Asian bitch I used to have +I think her name Lois Chan +In my crib, back up +It's a beach, it got sand +I bought my bitch a Tesla so she can suck dick with no hands +(Let’s go) +Oh boy, I said, "Oh, boy" (No hands) +Yeah, oh boy, chopper pull up with no noisе +Like [?] +[?] phone, boy +I just spent three hundrеd on a brand new bag +[?] +[Chorus] +What's up with the top, baby? (What's up?) +Is it up or it's not, baby? (Yeah) +And I heard you're a thot, baby (Oh) +Plus, I walk with the guap, baby (Yeah) + +[Outro] +You can make it, or not, baby +Ask your friend, she [?] chase me (It's true)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That Body*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Ooh, yeah, she just wanna fuck somebody (Somebody) +Ooh, yeah, she just wanna suck somebody (Somebody, oh my God) +Ooh, yeah, she don't go with nobody (Nobody, uh-uh) +Ooh, yeah, and she got that body, that body (Yeah, yeah) +That body, that body, that body (Ayy, that woah) +I'm hottie, she need to be beside me (Ayy, me, beside, ayy) +But instead she stole my heart like a robbery (Ayy, like a what? Ayy) +But at least she gave me brain 'til I mind read (Read, yeah) + +[Chorus] +Yeah, she just wanna fuck somebody (Somebody) +Ooh, yeah, she just wanna suck somebody (Ayy, ayy, somebody, oh my God) +Ooh, yeah, she don't go with nobody (Nobody, uh-uh) +Ooh, yeah, and she got that body, that body (Yeah, yeah, ayy) +That body, that body, that body (Ayy, that woah, ayy) +I'm hottie, she need to be beside me (Ayy, me, beside, ayy) +But instead she stole my heart like a robbery (Ayy) +But at least she gave me brain 'til I mind read (Read)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Like Woo*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi +Yeah, yeah + +[Chorus] +I just be counting like Woo (Yuh) +I just be counting like Woo (Yuh) +I just be counting like Woo (Yeah) +I just be counting like Woo (Huh?) +I just be counting like Woo (Huh?) +I just be counting like Woo (Huh?) +I just be counting like Woo (Yeah, let's go) +I just be counting like Woo (Woo) +I just be counting like Woo (Aye) + +[Verse] +You heard that I am a wolf +Lil Uzi Vert, I can't lose (Aye) +You know it's double my jewels +Fuck on them thotties, I'm rude +You know that I got the juice (Aye) +I got the wet like a pool (Aye) +My bitch thе President, counting the Prеsident's, I got unlimited loot +She tryna fuck on a dude +I got that bitch on her new +Popping that pill, now I'm zooted (Aye) +My Perkys still feel where the [?] at +Smoking the opps, make 'em choose +Got money on me like a Jew +Carats on me, I can see in the dark +These niggas, they ain't really got no heart +Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't even gotta park +But I just do that shit anyway +I gotta count money, can't anyone hear me +But I don't even play with these niggas there, all of these niggas ain't topping my look, let's go +Yeah, I've been getting money for 6 years +Broke as shit, do you think I care? +Yeah, I just bought a brand-new piercing +Yeah, pink diamonds look like a pear +Yeah, new diamonds, they too pure +Yeah, diamonds too wet like a pier +Yeah, your diamonds can't compare (Uh-uh) +I like your bitch, let's share (Let's go) +Yeah, deep down, I know you really care +Yeah, diamonds got you stuck like a deer +Yeah, she sit on the dick like a chair +I done pulled up in a Cullinan, this shit like a chariot +I done put a red diamond on my neck, this shit look like a period +This a comma, bitch, no period +Y'all niggas too broke, that social distance, can't get near to us +That shit that you call diamonds on your neck, don't look clear to us +I'm high as a satellite, this beam is too serious (Woah) +She tryna buck some, she tryna fuck some (Let's go) +She tryna suck some, I ain't no wearing no rubber, oh +Hit her once...4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Slide on Me*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Verse] +Yeah, I told her slide on me (Yeah), you know she coming right back (Aye) +Driving around in a Cullinan (Skrrt), follow just bought a Maybach (Yeah) +Driving around in a Cullinan (Aye), follow just bought a Maybach (Aye) +I can tell most of these niggas (Uh), they ain't even got my back (Uh) +I can tell most of these bitches (Uh), they just want my racks (Uh) +Can't trust a lot to these niggas (Aye), I cannot tell them my facts (Aye) +'Cause if I do that shit (Aye), I know these niggas gon' rat (Uh) +Everything I wanna do (Uh) about the rickity-racks (Uh) +Everything I'm gonna do (Uh) about the stackity-stacks (Uh) +I might just fuck on your bitch (Bitch) but I won't give her right back (Aye) +I might just fuck on your bitch (Aye) but I won't give her right back (Lets go) +I ain't need your bitch (Aye), I ain't got no strings attached (Yeah) +I don't even need no space (Aye), 'cause my lil' bitch got a Brabus (Aye) +I got too much money on me (Money), counting that motherfuckin' cabbage (Uh) +I got too much money on me (Yeah), I swear that you can just have it (Uh) +Niggas say I talk about money too much (Uh), what can I say? Got them blue bucks (Woah) +...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Won’t Fall*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Chorus] +I know one day I'ma have to go and face my fears +I may be older, but my grandma still gon' wipe my tears +They say, "What's wrong?" I must admit that I am kind of scared +But I won't fall, I won't fall, no, I won't fall, no +You know I was born to ball +You got trust your dogs +Try to trap my [?], try to trap my [?] +You know that your grandson is smart and deadly +(Smart and deadly) + +[Verse] +You know I got heart every day, I've standin' in the world +So I stand in the ones [?] +We got too much cash, we ain't goin' back there, fuck no +We got too much cash, [?] got a two-tone (Two-tone) +Louis on my ass make them bitches all go cuckoo +Money in my pants, this shit in her boo-boo +Chrome Heart pants, I feel like I'm Goku (Like I'm Goku) +Niggas, they be [?], actin' like they new +Okay, I don't see thesе niggas [?] +That bitch that you're fuckin' with, I swear she gon' losе +Don't get that lil' bitch, no, for real, ooh +Yeah, that bitch out here lookin' like a prostitute +Yeah, I got too much motherfuckin' guap to lose +Yeah, think we really playin' with you stupid fools +Yeah, all my choppers don't go, "Bang," they, "Doot-doot-doot" +I got mozzarella, why you smokin'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Can’t Stop*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Woah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert) +Yeah, yeah +Woah, yeah (Let's go) +Yeah (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +I should be going, no, I cannot stop at that +I'm in that whip right now, I'm about to park it +Fresh like I'm Carlton, no, fresh like I'm Mark +Get it in by the night, get it off by the morning +Teeth, they be flood with ice, VVS overbite +All my diamonds, they white, struggle got molly, tight +Bitch, I be high, bitch, I'm high like a fucking kite +I be high to the sky, Louis V ultralight (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +My swag is awesome, right +I made her love it, right +I gave her [?] +I do not tie my shoes, bitch, no, we can't have ties +[...] 'cause the doors suicide (Ayy) +Ain't no fishbowl on this whip, you can see inside (Ayy) +Oh, really thought it wasn't just me inside? +Fit like ten guns in that big-body three inside +Bought my side bitch a Benz AMG inside (Skrrt) +[?] yeah, that make me go right inside +I can pull up on turbo in that side by side +I shoot that bitch like I'm Dirk, I'm a maverick +Don't care if I'm famous, hand you my status (Yeah, yeah) +She like that I'm rich, I'm covered, I'm tatted (Yeah, yeah) +Came from the trenches, I could've been savage (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I got that sack and I'm now living lavish (Money, huh) +Statistically, I was not supposed to have it, yeah (No) +But I still fuck on the average, yeah (Yeah) +Nowadays, I can't help count it, yeah, yeah +[Chorus] +I should be going, no, I cannot stop at that +I'm in that whip right now, I'm about to park it +Fresh like I'm Carlton, no, fresh like I'm Mark +Get it in by the night, get it off by the morning +Teeth, they be flood with ice, VVS overbite +All my diamonds, they white, struggle got molly, tight +Bitch, I be high, bitch, I'm high like a fucking kite +I be high to the sky, shine like the moonlight + +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I just be too bright +Yeah, she got that ooh right +Yeah, put her on two flights +Yeah, this not first class, put that bitch right on a jet +Balenciaga, new shoes every step +I done put pink diamonds in the Patek +That's the reason why my wrist is so wet (Let's go)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Never Fall Off*Lyrics from Snippets + +[Intro] +It's Lil Uzi Vert +Damn +Yeah (aye, what?) + +[Chorus] +I could never fall off +They be praying for my pink diamond to fall off +I can never talk to him 'cause he a small dog (What?) +These niggas, they get to me then you get chopped off (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Yeah, I can feel it +Yeah, I can feel it +Yeah, I can feel it +Yeah, I can feel it (Uh) +I be saucing for a while, my bitch she just dripping +Man, she caught me with her friend and she wasn't trippin' (Woah) +Yeah, get it (Yeah), yeah, get it (Aye) +Yeah, get it (Yeah), yeah, get it (Uh) +My diamonds, they like the ocean, my shit hit pacific (Aye) +Counting up this holy moly... + +[Chorus] +... +Fall off +I can never talk to him 'cause he a small dog (What?) +These niggas, they get to me then you get chopped off (Yeah) +[Verse 2] +My boy on the block like Rudy with the [?] (Aye) +None of my bitches they cheat, I swear they all whores (Aye) +I just bought a mansion, 'member had a small home (Aye) +Feel like Stevie Wonder, nigga never saw y'all +Look, y'all niggas +Y'all snitches, y'all just need a talk show (Yeah) +Now I'm rich, wanna suck my dick +Told that bitch; "uh uh" +My money gon' stick +I laugh to the bank +That shit like "haha" (Aye) +I got that Glock on my hip +We just turning on your shirts tiedye (Yeah) +Yeah, I can feel it +Woah, I can feel it (Yeah) +What I made in one week +Probably what you made in years +I got money problems, so I really do not care +I got 99 problems but these bitches we can share (Yeah, what?) + +[Chorus] +I could never fall off +They be praying for my pink diamond to fall off +I could never talk to him 'cause he a small dog (What?) +These niggas, they get to me then you get chopped off (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lean in the Fanta*Lyrics from snippet + +[Intro] +[?] + +[Chorus] +First time I poured lean in the fanta +Got me feeling love with a dancer +So many racks on me, I can't pull my pants up +So many racks on me, I can't even manage +Last thing I give her, real love and she was flattered +Last thing I give her, real love, I hit like [?] +[?] +[?] + +[Verse] +[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Left Right (Version 1)*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +On the real, I stay silent, bitch, I never told, ayy (Yeah) +Why your bitch on my dick? Well, I never know, ayy +Is it because I'm countin' money? Yeah, I'm countin' notes, ayy, yeah +Bitch, I'm countin' money, yeah, I'm countin' notes, ayy (Count up, count up) +I just went to 3peat, spent like five thousand, yeah +Cartier on my face, don't need no eye doctor, yeah +Dabbin' in the name of love, feel like Pied Piper, yeah +Hit that bitch from the back then I side pipe her, yeah +Treat that …1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Belly (Original)[Intro] +I'm from the beast of the Belly +I'm from the beast of the Belly + +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly) +Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah) +Really ain't shit you can tell me (No) +Bitch be like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna) +Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow) +Pull out my dick and she swallow +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name Kionna (Kionna) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +Pull out my dick and she swallow +Hanging with the killers and robbers + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +I fuck your bitch with no condom +Now you take care of my family +Mixing the lean with your drama +That shit tastes like Cotton Candy +Keisha put dick in her belly +Kionna never wear no panties +I beat it, I feel like I'm Danny +I'm skrrting out in the White Rovers +You driving Toyota Corollas +The Bentley, it's system, no solar +My bitch's skin look like it's mocha +I pull out my dick and I poke her +My gun, I swear, ain't got no holster +I hit your ass right with the toaster +We bout it, 'bout it like Magnolia +If you walk fast, my gun will slow ya +I tear a hole in you like donuts +I'm whippin' that white like the Jonas' +I'm fuckin' your bitch for the bonus +Um, please show me, um, my opponent +I'm likin' the way that I'm flowin' +You look at my chain, now it's snowin' +Snakes all in the grass, get to mowin' +Extendo on gun and then I get to blowin' +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly) +Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah) +Really ain't shit you can tell me (No) +My bitch like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna) +Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow) +Pull out my dick and she swallow +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +Pull out my dick and she swallow +Hang with the killers and robbers (Fire, fire, fire) + +[Verse 2: Ca$h Out] +Copped the foreign and I'm choppin' now (Copped the foreign, skrrt) +[?] (Goddamn, they are) +Water, water on my neck (Hey, water, water) +They callin' me [?] (They callin' me [?]) +Is this a class for them gangsters? +You gotta accept me (Gotta accept me) +Boy, I'm dumpin' off top (Dumpin' off top, buh-buh-buh-buh) +I can't let you with me (Woo) +I swim in that pussy (I swim in that pussy) +I shoot at that pussy (Shoot at that, buh-buh-buh) +Diamond-VVS ear (Hey) +I know that you lookin' (I know that you lookin') +Boy, I know I got racks +I tell them to book me (Haha) +A lion when I'm in this jungle (Lion) +I came for your cookies (Woo) +A lion here, you can [?] (A lion) +You know it's Gambino (You know it's Gambino) +Don't fuck around with them snitches (Don't fuck around, fuck around) +You wanna be Nino (You wanna be Nino) +Wanna get the murder down? (Ah) +Go get the Uzi (Brrt) +Boy, you know I'm all in Philly (Hey) +Coolin' with Uzi (Brrt) +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] +I'm from the beast of the Belly (Belly) +Got all this bread like the deli (Yeah) +Really ain't shit you can tell me (No) +My bitch like Tommy of "Belly" (Damn) +My main bitch, her name is Keisha (Keisha) +My side bitch, her name is Kianna (Kionna) +Hanging with killers and robbers (Bow) +Pull out my dick and she swallow +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +My main bitch, her name is Keisha +My side bitch, her name Kionna +Pull out my dick and she swallow +Hang with the killers and robbers (Fire, fire, fire)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Fuck My Money*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +...a molly +Nigga called me a slut, nigga said "fuck my money" +I said "Um, what else" (Uh huh) +Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I said "was that in 2012" +Uh, I got lettuce, cabbage, ay, spinach, and that kale (Uh huh) +I'm really a big chick magnet, your girl on my trail (Uh huh) +I swear I been swaging, I don't shop wholesale (Lets go) +I just bagged a bad bitch, off my iPhone 12 (Uh huh) +And she got a fatty, she won't skip no meals (Yeah) +I went up my status, ay, Roc Nation get mills (Yeah) +Brr, y'all don't want no Rick +I just talked to Des, it was bout' a check (Okay) +Forty on her nails, yes I treat that bitchEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Solar*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro] +Yeah +Yeah +It's Lil Uzi Vert +Yeah + +[Verse 1] +Young nigga still tryna take shit over +Ay, I could put the game right on my shoulder +Ay, niggas snakes but I'm cool with the cobras +Ay, I could take your bitch just like I own her +Umm, yeah, [?] on my neck, it stay on polar +Ay, fuck that lil bitch once, no, I don't know her +Yeah, keep a straight face just like it's poker + +[Chorus] +Ay, I'm in outer space, I'm too solar +Yeah, I'm in outer space, I'm too solar +Yeah, I'm in outer space, I'm too solar +Yeah, diamonds on my neck like a boater +Ay, I just got me a new chauffeur...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Pack That*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, Matt Ox] +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +Yeah, yeah + +[Verse] +Up in the Porsche, make the 40 bang +All my niggas, they shooters, no Percocets +I’m on top of my girl ‘cause your girl is wet +They lookin’ at me cause she gave me the funny face +I got Owens inside of my Cartier +No, no, I don’t go where the 20 went +No way that my homies on Molly, yeah +I remember the days she ain’t looking at me +She eat that dick, she got funny face +I told my bitches they under me +I wear Malone like everywhere +I’m with my new girl, she shiesty +Now that girl, she keep up, tryna fight with me +Diamonds, keep them too yellow, yeah aight +Keep rolling low like I’m Johnny +We and yo bitch… +... +...sell half of the stacks at (Yeah) +I walk with that 40 I pack that +That Instagram, I can't snap that +No, not today, I can't lack, lack +I came out my hood with a Mac, MacEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Average Dude / Stizzy*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +I'm meaning to see what Lil' Stizzy gon' do (Yeah) +Lil Uzi never with Stizzy, uh (Stizzy) +No need for that, he get busy, uh +Stizzy walk 'round with a fifty +You wanted me Stizzy? Then come on, get with me +(Get with me, ayy) +Stizzy got teardrop in face, yeah (Uh) +But he do not got a 'Tec (Huh?) +We gonna leave it as that +If I say some more then I'm considered a rat (Ayy) + +[Bridge] +Talkin' shit, man? +Too much talkin' but that shit lame +I hear somebody be talkin' too much, some shit goin' down +(He plottin') +Niggas know it's goin' down, for real (1600, he plottin') +Y'all niggas be talkin' too much +Lil Uzi (Yeah) + +[Verse] +2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20 million just for one diamond +Put that shit middle of my head just to make surе that a young nigga always be shinin' +Meditate right off my mеds +Young nigga feel like his real name is probably just [?] +Fucked on the floor, need no bed +I don't want your pussy, bitch, give me the head +I don't want your pussy, bitch, give me the head +I'd rather count up the deads on the stairs +Screamin', "Free Trill!" he tried to beat the case +But you can't beat the stakes, so he ain't beat the feds +Sippin' on Wock' and I'm sippin' on red (Wocky slush) +Got that bitch high, that's medicinal head +I know these niggas, they heard what I said +Yeah, it's ice on my neck, you can go grab a sled (Brr) +Brr, I say "Brr" like I'm Pooh Shiesty +I feel like So, I'm in my glo +Look at your bitch, call me almighty (Uh) +I never know when I gotta go so I keep a pole right on me, tight, no cap (Yeah) +Some say that I'm crazy but I keep it real, I'm way far from dumb +I'm up, shining, the opps, they gone +That nigga should've been done (No cap) +Blunt the same size of my thumb +Don't give a fuck, they my sons (Ayy) +I'm a lil' nigga like, uh (Uh) +Fuck on your bitch, that's for lunch (Lunch) +She said a young nigga hung, uh (Ayy) +When she gone moan like "uh" (Yeah) +When she gone I'ma make a sandwich (Yeah) +This bitch look at me like king, uh (King) +I put pink diamonds my ring, uh +[?] my [?] got more [?], ayy +I'm just like, yadda-da mean? Ayy +I got a whole lot of cream, ayy (What?) +My bitch, she know I'm not neat, ayy +My bitch, she think that I cheat, ayy (Woo) +Yeah (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh) +Chopper orchestrated, yeah +Think they shoot, they two's (Brr) +This my seventh link +Think I love her too (What?) +Bitch, I love the haters (Let's go) +Don't fuck if he [?] me +We gon' leave him blue (Yeah) +My bitch, she all gravy (What?) +Watch me break the rules (Yeah) +I came in her house (Let's go) +I can't wear no shoes, uh +I came in her mouth, uh (Ew) +And she married too, uh +I'm just a average dudeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Lames*Lyrics from Snippet + +That's because the lames [?] +Opp shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Oppers*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Verse] +Bought a patek off a mixtape +Put my dick in yo lil bitch face +My wrist so happy, got rinsey +Diamonds on my watch the reason why i'm late +Pull up a Bently no this not a I8 +... +Stack up some hotcakes +Back in my mansion, I got my own [?] +I just spent four thousand on some more Kanyes +I just spent...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Street Music*[Intro] +Street music (Yeah) +Street music +Hahaha +Street music (Yeah) +Hahaha +Street music + +[Verse 1] +I don't care if you don't like me, only fans do +If rap don't work, start bringing in selling the tans nigga (Are you ok?) +I'm O.T. with the CoCo (O.T.) +And if you know, then you know bro (Yeah) +I’m oh so far (Yeah) +That I could shape the whole game up just like a snowblower +Yeah, yeah, lil nigga you down for sure for sure (Yeah) +Ain’t no rules to the game but one thing that I know (Ah-ha) +Can’t play both sides that’s a no no, aye +Yeah, you know that I finish with facts +Ten bars in my head and retire and come finish with rap +If you ain’t finished with rat, it’s like Pookie finished with crack, aye +Nigga, I’ma keep coming back, nigga, I feel like a fiend +I don’t respect that Glock, if it don’t come with a beamer +And I don’t respect that block, if you don’t put on your team +You ain’t give 'em a chain, ain’t even buy 'em Supreme, aye (Damn) +Then you wonder why you ain’t good in the hood like me, aye +I be really in the trenches, every chain on look icy, I know (Fact) +Know I got two guns and they right beside me (Aye) +They the same kind, same color, both got 30s, bitch, they SiameseEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Calvin Klein Freestyle[Verse] +Ayy, jumpin' out the Benz, ayy +Two-seater, probably fit the twins, yeah +Lookin' through my lens, yeah +I feel like I'm him, yeah +They actin' like they him, that is me, I'm not them, they not my friends +Yeah, everything on me so strong, no cologne, yeah, I'm shinin', uh +Every time I can't chill with you 'cause you know these boys out here, they be linin' +And they be lyin' +Walk around too fresh, Calvin Kleinin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +That Ain’t Gucci*Lyrics from snippet + +[Verse] +-Hermes +Get that guap, I earned that, yeah +Hit it once, she be where the curve at, yeah +Sent her back to you, asked her where she learned that-EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Holy Water[Chorus] +Yeah, I'm a drop it like a [?] (Skrt) +Stick on me like a goalie (Bow) +Mask on me like the goalie (Yeah) +Water cross, I'm so holy (Water walk) +Tech nine, leave you holy (Oh) +[?] like a [?] (Oh) +Oh, Cuban neclace coast like 40 (Yeah) +Spent like 40 for the rollie +Fucked your bitch in rollie (Rollie) +Put the brick in a rollie (Rollie) +Hit a lick in a rollie (Yeah) +I"m the shit with the rollie (Rollie) +Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie) +Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie) +Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Yeah) +I'm the shit with the rollie, yeah yeah! +Yeah, I'm a drop it like a [?] (Skrt) +Stick on me like a goalie (Bow) +Mask on me like the goalie (Yeah) +Water cross, I'm so holy (Water walk) +Tech nine, leave you holy (Oh) +[?] like a [?] (Oh) +Oh, Cuban neclace coast like 40 (Yeah) +Spent like 40 for the rollie +Fucked your bitch in rollie (Rollie) +Put the brick in a rollie (Rollie) +Hit a lick in a rollie (Yeah) +I"m the shit with the rollie (Rollie) +Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie) +Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie) +Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Yeah) +I'm the shit with the rollie, yeah yeah! +[Verse] +AK-47 (Blah) with a lot of kick [?] +Mac-11, got extended clips +I just dropped a fou' (Lean) +In a two liter (Lean) +Count dead people, I got white like Justin Bieber +Ayy, pounds in the [?] pounds in the mail, rah +I [?] leave em wrapped, I don't need a scale +Money on the floor, pistol on the shelf +I money on the floor, chopper on the shelf + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I'm a drop it like a [?] (Skrt) +Stick on me like a goalie (Bow) +Mask on me like the goalie (Yeah) +Water cross, I'm so holy (Water walk) +Tech nine, leave you holy (Oh) +[?] like a [?] (Oh) +Oh, Cuban neclace coast like 40 (Yeah) +Spent like 40 for the rollie +Fucked your bitch in rollie (Rollie) +Put the brick in a rollie (Rollie) +Hit a lick in a rollie (Yeah) +I"m the shit with the rollie (Rollie) +Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie) +Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Rollie) +Rollie rollie rollie rollie (Yeah) +I'm the shit with the rollie, yeah yeah!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Mr. Trending TopicLyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Lil Uzi +Aye, aye +Yeah, huh? +Better back back, homie, better get out my way (Way) +Worry 'bout your problems while they all on my case (Yeah) +I don't give a fuck because you know that I'm paid (Aye, aye, aye) +Only thing I care about is racks and my bae (Aye, aye, aye, Lil Uzi) + +[Hook] +Mr. Trending Topic +.... + +[Verse] +Aye +I made the rackies so fast in this muhfucka, looked like the racks for free, yeah +Can't get the swag for free, yeah, can't get the swag for free, yeah...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Can’t Kick It*[Intro] +Yeah +Woo +Ay, Brandon, man, why you do that? + +[Hook] +Niggas, they saying, I'm doing too much +Shit, I ain't doing enough (What?) +That Lambo truck cost me way too much (Huh?) +Lambo and Bentley truck (Let's go) +I get your bitch to keep [?] +She suck my lightsaber like my name Darth Vader +[?] can't save her, yeah +I'm just that nigga that made it + +[Verse] +All of these girls, they be switchin' (Uh) +Don't give a fuck, I got bitches +My bitch [?] delicious +Hit from the back, it get sticky +[?] I get kinky +Don't wanna fuck? We can't kick it +Don't wanna fuck? We can't kick it +Lil' baby came for no business +I'm just your period, sentence +If you ain't know, now you know +You know I stay on my flow +Money so long, my pockets, yeah, they show +Yeah, I make 500 a show +Ever since then, I ain't playin [?] +Uh, I make 500 a show +Ever since then, I ain't playin [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +100 Racks In The Duffle{Lil Uzi Vert} +(Courus) +Can't come around don't trust you +Ran through the streets with the muffle +None of my niggas gonna tussle +If you want smoke we'll bust you +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle + +Can't come around don't trust you +Ran through the streets with the muffle +None of my niggas gonna tussle +If you want smoke we'll bust you +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle + +{Lil Baby} +(Versе 1) +Got my pistol on me ain't no time to scruffle +300 racks and all of it's insidе the duffle +Came from the block we didn't have much so all we know is hustle +Red bottom down had to scuff em +We gonna catch an opp down back bust em +Same bitches didn't wanna fuck with me +Now them bitches all wanna fuck with + +We catch a private jet to LA, We land in two hours +I make a 100 racks every week i need some new problems +Me and my bitches definitely going crazy we got a shoe problem + +Money on my line keep on calling +Fresher then i stepped inside the coffin +Run up on the plug and now we all rich +Every night a different city balling +They just wanna see me do bad +But i got a lot of new carats +Everywhere i go a goon ran +And i got a lot of blue carats + +{Lil Uzi Vert} +(Courus) +Can't come around don't trust you +Ran through the streets with the muffle +None of my niggas gonna tussle +If you want smoke we'll bust you +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +Can't come around don't trust you +Ran through the streets with the muffle +None of my niggas gonna tussle +If you want smoke we'll bust you +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle + +LouGotCash +(Verse 2) +Fuck wit my hoodies i don't need another +Fuck up a junkie and make me another +I hit the streets like a pandemonium +Go to remote nobody controlling me +I get sick and old when it come to these bitches +No wonder they can't get a hold on me +Niggas looking like hang time +Got my change up all this gold on me +Lord knows i came up, 100 racks in my sock drawer +But thats not enough cause i want more +So much money on me you would think it growing on trees in my backyard +I had to get it out of the concrete i feel the need to go that hard +They call me drip lord, leave sauce on the seat when i hop out the nascar +Bitch got a pitch for it she bad as hell tell your hoe keep her mask on +Im getting green like a golf course hit a hole an one with my chains on +Im getting green like a golf course hit a hole an one with my chains on +{Lil Uzi Vert} +(Courus) +Can't come around don't trust you +Ran through the streets with the muffle +None of my niggas gonna tussle +If you want smoke we'll bust you +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle + +Can't come around don't trust you +Ran through the streets with the muffle +None of my niggas gonna tussle +If you want smoke we'll bust you +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffle +100 racks stashed in the duffleEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +The Strap[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah +(Wheezy Beats) +(D Racks) +Yeah + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Damn, Lil Uzi turned to the man (I did) +Pull up, no Range, this a Lamb' (Skrr) +Pull up on me, you get faint (Fire) +She drop to her knees, use no hands (What?) +Run through the money, toe jam (Usain) +Saw what you got in your savings (Damn) +Got more than that in my stash (Uh) +Thumb through the money and laugh (Hah) +Grab your lil' bitch and slow dance (What?) +Thousand dollar for my pants (Uh-huh, sheesh) +Twenty thousand my left pocket (Sheesh, damn) +Ten thousand in my right pocket (Yuh, what?) +Dolly come through with the MAC, aye (Bow) +Uzi come through, digi' dash, aye (Aye) +Chichi come through with the strap, aye (Fafafafafa) +Dora come through, aye + +[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] +24 karat, red gold +We don't fuck with you niggas, you really some hoes +Chain on my neck, it make my heart cold +I'm a slime ass nigga, I'll wipe a nigga nose +Kickin' shit like I got steel toes +I tripped [?] and it still sold +Don't play with that fuck shit, that what we got trips for +I need a Dolly-Dolly, I got a truck load +Rappers remind me of CB4 +Hit the plug for the stash, Gusto (all of that) +They kidnap for ransom, they cut throat (gimme that) +[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] +Saw what you got in your savings (Damn) +Got more than that in my stash (Uh) +Thumb through the money and laugh (Hah) +Grab your lil' bitch and slow dance (What?) +Thousand dollar for my pants (Uh-huh, sheesh) +Twenty thousand my left pocket (Sheesh, damn) +Ten thousand in my right pocket (Yuh, what?) +Dolly come through with the MAC, aye (Bow) +Uzi come through, digi' dash, aye (Aye) +Chichi come through with the strap, aye (Fafafafafa) +Dora come through, aye + +[Verse 4: Lil Chi Chi] +Chichi came straight from the back +Uzi came through with the bag +We gonna sit back and laugh +YSL, yeah, we the fam +Poppin' these percocet, been through the [?] +Add it up, count it up then I just dab +We was havin' money way before rap +All theses niggas do is flex and they cap +Millions to billions, lil bitch, yeah we spend +I flex on these niggas, then we cop a Benz +Small circle nigga, don't need no new friends +All of my niggas surround me, some kins +We fuck up the clubs you niggas is in +They know that we having C Cartier lens +FEM watches and diamonds they kiss +YSL, yeah you know that we lit, (YSL, ha)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Heater Talk*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Chorus] +Look, she in my DM, double C kicks and they 3M +The [?] don't put your feet in ’em +I told that girl I'ma eat it up, I told that girl I'ma beat it up +Nina, yeah, that’s the heater talk, I'm getting money ,my feet is up +These niggas mad they ain't beating us...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +ZombieI’m a cannibal I eat childrenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Original Uzi (4 of Us) [Demo]Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse] +My pockets, they stick out like a brick (What?) +Your pockets, yeah, they light like a feather (Pff) +Yeah, I don't cheat (What?) +Me and my girl fuck bitches together (Yeah) +I wear jackets no matter the weather (Yeah) +Rockin' red Balmain leather +I be thinkin' life is a set up (Yeah) +'Bout to go out with Berreta +Huh, yeah +Gotta pull out in this metal (Ayy) +You a get Pac just like Kelly (Ayy) +But I want World Peace like Metta (Yeah) +Wait, countin' cheese, that’s that feta (Yeah) +She a light-skin when I'm redder +Wait, that's your bitch? Nigga better get her +'Cause my picture all on her header (Huh) +On Twitter (On Twitter), on Twitter (On Twitter) +On Twitter (Yeah), on Twitter +Better get your bitch, nigga, I'll rip her (I rip her) +Had her up on my bed then I flipped her (Yeah) +Yeah, wet like flipper, huh (What) +Yeah, wet like dippers (Huh) +What? In my slippers (Yeah) +Yeah, did I mention? (What?) +Yeah, now she wet (Wet) +What? +She get attached then I clip it (Huh) +Rick Owen boots with the zippers (Yeah) +Okay, you hip but I'm hipper (I'm hipper, I'm hip) +Shoot with that...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Bad Barbie[Lyrics from Snippet] +Real bad barbie, pushing a pink Ferrari +When we was in Panama +Rode my dick like a Harley + +Took that girl to Africa, got left like safari +Yeah I got the best bitch in America +Just ask Erica +Yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hallelujah / Take My Time*[Intro] +Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy +Hallelujah! +Ayy +Lil Uzi! +Ayy, Ayy, Yeah, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy +Yeah! + +[Chorus] +Yeah, I'm just me (Uh) +Bitch, I'm just taking my time (Yeah) +Bitches, they all wait in line (Ayy) +I cannot open my mind (Ayy) (Yeah) +I think that I lost my mind (Ayy) +Trade in my wifey in just for a dime, Yeah! +No I do not do no coke (Uh) (Yeah) +But I got all types of line (Ayy) +Nigga's they caps just like mine +Stupid nigga, swear she don't got no spine (Yeah) +All on my dick it sound like I'm dyin' (Ayy) +Twist on my whip and it feels like I'm flyin' (Ayy) +She sticks up on the dick, that's unlimited mind (Ayy) +Oh my god I might pass on by, I need some bye (Oh My God) +I tell my boys, I get em' my vines +I cannot deal em', can't get em' pines, Yeah! +Yeah, I'm just me (Uh) +Bitch, I'm just taking my time (Yeah) +Bitches, they all wait in line (Ayy) +I cannot open my mind (Ayy) (Yeah) +I think that I lost my mind (Ayy) +Trade in my wifey in just for a dime, Yeah! +No I do not do no coke (Uh) (Yeah) +But I got all types of line (Ayy) +Nigga's they caps just like mine +Stupid nigga, swear she don't got no spine (Yeah) +All on my dick it sound like I'm dyin' (Ayy) +Twist on my whip and it feels like I'm flyin' (Ayy) +She sticks up on the dick, that's unlimited mind (Ayy) +Oh my god I might pass on by, I need some bye (Oh My God) +I tell my boys, I get em' my vines +I cannot deal em', can't get em' pines (NAH) +[Verse] +Only tail lip on me polly his lip +Only wear Balmains with my Timbs +Bitch I wear Balmains like it's there (Yeah) +Looking at small change like a dimp (Ayy) +Diamond on my brain like a stim (Ayy) +Paper on me you bet it won't bit (Ayy) +Shit, I be ballin' like I'm on the Rim (Ayy) (Yeah) +I remember my pocket was just slimp (I Remember) +Can't drive the whip then got dent (Nah) +From outer space be the stemp +I treat my bitch like lil' champ (On God) +Yeah +Notorious feel like I'm Biggie (Yeah) +My chain cold I need a viggie (Yeah) +[?] he not there with me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Diamonds[Intro] +2026 +It's outer space shit, man +Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah +Lil Uzi Vert, uh + +[Chorus] +Please do not call (Please do not call) +Don't wanna stall (Don't wanna stall) +Ball 'til I fall (Ball 'til I fall) +I'm a slimeball (I'm a slimeball, slatt) +Don't shop at the mall (Don't shop at the mall) +What's in the mall? (What's in the mall?) +I was so small (I was so small) +Stand on my money, I'm tall (Yeah, yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Bitch, I'm a boss (Bitch, I'm a boss) +Sucking her? Nah (Sucking her? Nah) +Fucking her? Nah (Fucking her? Nah) +Cuffin' her? Nah (Cuffin' her? Nah) +I was on Molly (I was on Molly) +She was on raw (She was on raw) +Had a mirage (Had a mirage) +Had a ménage (Had a ménage) +Nicki Minaj (Nicki Minaj) +Nicki Minaj (Nicki Minaj) +Nicki Minaj (Oh Nicki, oh Nicki) +Nicki Minaj (Nicki Minaj) +I said "Goodbye" (I said "Goodbye") +Perky so high (Perky so high) +I'm in Dubai +Bugatti cost 1.5 (Cost 1.5) +[Pre-Chorus] +Please do not bring that to my doorstep +You're not ready for war +Diamonds so wet +My diamonds so wet that they lookin' like a shore +I got the big gills, all up on my neck +That I'm lookin' like a shark +Yo', tell me for real, when I hit it from the back, can I hit record? (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Please do not call (Please do not call) +Don't wanna stall (Don't wanna stall) +Ball 'til I fall (Ball 'til I fall) +I'm a slimeball (I'm a slimeball, slatt) +Don't shop at the mall (Don't shop at the mall) +What's in the mall? (What's in the mall?) +I was so small (I was so small) +Stand on my money, I'm tall (I'm tall, yeah) + +[Verse 2] +I'm in the cut (I'm in the cut) +Just like some gauze (Just like some gauze) +Rest in peace, Fredo (Rest in peace, Fredo) +Answered every time he called (Hello?) +Rest in peace, Chico (Rest in peace, Chico) +I swear that I miss my dog (1600, 1600) +Rockin' G-Fazos (Rockin' G-Fazos) +Please do not step on my 1's (Do not step on my 1's) +Blue tip my gun, FN 57, shoot him, he done +Pop him in his arm, and collapse his lung +Yeah, whatever bitch, this 1600 +Told that little bitch "Run it" +Yeah, she fuckin' for the hundreds (For the hundreds) +I just wanna make money (Money, money, money) +Trappin' early, eat McMuffins (Yeah) +[Pre-Chorus] +Please do not bring that to my doorstep +You're not ready for war +Diamonds so wet +My diamonds so wet that they lookin' like a shore +I got the big gills, all up on my neck +That I'm lookin' like a shark +Yo', tell me for real, when I hit it from the back, can I hit record? (Yeah) + +[Chorus] +Please do not call (Please do not call) +Don't wanna stall (Don't wanna stall) +Ball 'til I fall (Ball 'til I fall) +I'm a slimeball (I'm a slimeball, slatt) +Don't shop at the mall (Don't shop at the mall) +What's in the mall? (What's in the mall?) +I was so small (I was so small) +Stand on my money, I'm tall (I'm tall, yeah) + +[Interlude] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pew +Yeah, yeah, pew, yeah, yeah + +[Outro] +Bitch, I'm a boss (Bitch, I'm a boss) +Sucking her? Nah (Sucking her? Nah) +Fucking her? Nah (Fucking her? Nah) +Cuffin' her? Nah (Cuffin' her? Nah) +I was on Molly (I was on Molly) +She was on raw (She was on raw) +Had a mirage (Had a mirage) +Had a ménage (Had a ménage)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Freestyle (2014)[Verse] +Before I had money what the fuck was I supposed to do? +I'ma rob him, yeah, I'ma rob you +And I fuck with all of y'all on the real besides him, you stand behind him you can catch fire too +I-I'm only 5' 5'' and my bitch 5' 2'' +TEC-9 flying with my crew, slide through (Slide through) +And never tell the truth nigga, I am not you but on some real shit, nigga you is not you (No) +And everybody nowadays, say "Nothing my friend" but honestly, just wanna be in my shoes +And honestly just wanna be in my suit, (Yeah), and honestly just wanna hear what I do (Yeah) +And I'm about to crack a deal, and they know that shit so +They just wanna be right there on my couch (Skrrt) +And I'm about to crack a deal and they know that shit +So they just wanna be right there on my couch +And I ain't really like none of y'all, I'm up n' shit (Shit) +Champagne, was willy really smiling at y'all? +I told that bitch too get off my dick and I couldn't get her off, cause she was gripping on my balls +And she's looking at my chain, "How much it cost?" +And I'm sipping Belaire like a nigga Ross +And she threw the pussy at me, then got caught +But as fast a car, It can get tossed + +[Outro] +Let's get it +Let's get it +And she threw the pussy at me, then got caught +But as fast a car, It can get tossedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Freebandz[Chorus] +Get at it, whipped at it, tell me wit a brick at it +Which girl I’m gon' get back +I can’t really pick that +I don't know I’ma get guap and stack it like it’s nothing +I’ma get money yeah your bitch love +I kept it real, I stayed 100 +Don’t fuck with 12 so I ain’t bluffin +My stack blue cheese, blue cheese +Flex on me with a new wing +Money out the bank it’s so clean +Count it new while I'm on morphine +Sometimes I feel like I'm Future +... + +[Verse 1] +... +Then I’m wit a check her mans +Ooh, what that boy he gonna do +My niggas, they gonna shoot +Leave that boy dead for like 2 +We stare, his face it's all blue +Count all my money it’s blue +Bottom of my shoe would be red +$500 a shoe +...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My Way*She do what I say (yuh) +I have it my way, ayy, yuh +I have it my way +....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cocaine Movin’[Intro] +Plug + +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +Now I been looking just like cocaine +Forgiato, switchin' four lanes +Fakin' rappers don't got no name +You got the Glock but don't got no aim +That FN .57 blow brain +That .223 rip out your soul, mane +That platinum don't fuck with no gold, mane +Don't bitch up now try and get your soul changed +I'm whippin' that work and that cocaine movin' out +I'm servin' up brick and that talk on the chirp +No fish on the scale, but a nigga movin' trout +I don't got enough, so I just make it work +And I have Kiara, and I have Cierra +And had a threesome, and I'm bussin' 'em up +My block, it be jumpin', sold millions of onions +I swear to god I never was on the drop + +[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] +Uh, huh +Loaded up, loaded up, chopsticks toted up +Rulers make 'em open up +Coupe color just like a coconut (huh) +Tell her anything just to bust a nut +Fuck around, fuck around with them fuck arounds +Pull up, got 100 rounds for a whole camp +Three rings on, like a World Series champ +Actin' hard on the internet, get you shut down +Nigga neck lit like a lamp +Better do the right thing, Spike Lee +Nigga walked in 'bout a hunnid deep +Feelin' like Mike T, swingin' at a nigga teeth +I only pop out every once a while +Niggas love hatin' every once a while +Fuck a nigga, stabbed him and his child +All 'cause of y'all nigga backround +[Verse 3: Lil Pump] +Walked in ready, bitch I walked in ready +Hundred round drum gon' get you in the belly +My wrist cost more than your mom new Chevy +Sippin' on Wok' made my head feel heavy +Wrist so cold, wrist so cold +My neck so froze, feel like the North Pole +Trap still jumpin', caught me on the Metro (Xanax) +Niggas mad at me cause I smashed they hoe (Xanax, Xanax, Xanax) + +[Verse 4: JBanz2Turnt] +Walked in ready +Chop stick, chop stick, Benihana chefin' +20 on my wrist, where Audemar baguette be +Your diamonds look cloudy, I'm shinin', I'm flexin' +Bitch, lil' bitch, I got all these bands in my wrist +I'm poppin', I think I'm the shit +Me and my gang still post up on the Six (Lil Pump) + +[Outro: Lil Yachty] +I've walked in ready +Walked in ready, I've walked in ready +Walked in ready, I've walked in ready +Walked in ready, I've walked in ready +Niggas want beef, want smoke, then I'm ready +Two pistols, two beams, Armageddon +Walked in ready +Walked in ready, I've walked in ready +Walked in ready, I've walked in ready +Walked in ready, I've walked in ready1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Easter*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Intro: Young Thug, Lil Uzi Vert ] +Let's go, woo, yeah + +[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert] +Okay, I just talked to [?] and that girl named Keisha (Okay) +I don't really need her, but I smacked her on her keister (Let's go) +Brand-new Gucci pieces, I stay fresh just like it's Easter (Alright)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Love Me[Intro] + +Huh, What? +Gimme your love +Huh, What? +Gimme your love +Wait +Wait +Wait +I don't want hugsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Butter*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Verse] +Got the Glock on my side (Ayy), it stick to me like butter (Ayy) +Gun on my right and...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Old Days/Ways(Intro) +(Yeah, ay) +(Woah, Yeah) +Its Lil Uzi +(Back on my old ways) +(Back on my old ways) +(Back on my old ways) + +(Chorus) +I miss the old days +I miss my old bae +Neck like a snow day +Driving got road rage +Im on the road race +Hit it fast not a slow pace +Cross the street got look both ways + +(Verse) +My lil bitch go both ways +My lil bitch go both ways +Everybody they know i'm paid +It ain’t having no slow days +I dont even know this bitch name +Why the fuck is she in my face +(?) on my louie V shades +Ain't no hate even going my wayy +Gotta leave no no I can't stay +I spent like 20 a day +Water a neck like a drain +She dont even know where is stay +Yeah my choppa got a beam +I fell in love with a K +Back to my old waaayys +But i’vе been through a little more pain +(Chorus) +I miss the old days +I miss my old baе +Neck like a snow day +Driving got road rage +Im on the road race +Hit it fast not a slow pace +Cross the street got look both ways +My lil bitch she go both ways + +(2nd Verse) +Woooooaaahh i do not play when (?) +Woooooaaahh i do not play when it come to my old +Matter fact you can have her i dont care +Cuz my voice it clear and im still here +I am not here at the motherfucking buttom +Same n**** (?) top tier +I am not here at the motherfucking buttom +I got a Miami crib came with a pier +I am not here at the motherfucking buttom +Cuz me and you n**** no we are not (?) +Evertime i spell that girl fucking buttoms +It looks like a apple dont look like a pear +Plus my bitch dont got on no apple buttoms +Bought a rick owens (?) cost a rackie a pair +Cappin in here n****** backing in here +They ain't (?) +You moving like that then you moving in fear +Dont need nobody i stack in the mirror + +(?) +I walk through a puddle cuz i got the +Water that splash in here +Going so fast need no track in here +Track phone, track phone trap in here +Care bout money and cars and fashion in here +My girl dont undertand me im too weird +My money so old they might just grow a beard +So much money that gotta be cleared + +(Chorus) +I miss the old days +I miss my old bae +Neck like a snow day +Driving got road rage +Im on the road race +Hit it fast not a slow pace +Cross the street got look both ways +My lil bitch she go both ways1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Remember[Intro] +This that, Take your bitch right on a trip +Let her slide right on my dick +Then I bust right on her tits + +[Chorus] +This that, Take your bitch right on a trip +Let her slide right on my dick +Then I bust right on her tits +30 that's all in my clip, 45th right on my hip +Diamond my hand, I'm like bliss +Drinkin' that sand like its crisp + +[Bridge] +Drivin' a lamb and its tinted (Skrrrt) +It's a all white like the winter +I was in no fender bender, huh +I was on xan and the benny +That's all that I could remember +That's all that I could remember (Remember) +I was on xan and the benny +That's all that I could remember (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Gave her that wood like a splinter +You a rat, like Master Splinter +You took that bitch out to dinner +I pimp that bitch right on Tinder +My niggas talk to no [?] +Do the drive-by out the window +My new bitch believe in Hindu +But she give me lots of dental +Pop a nigga like a pimple (Yeah) +Everyday got a new issue +I remember when my life was so simple (Yeah) +[?] +Choppa my scope can't miss +[?] +Whatever you pay, I pay triple +Me and you got some of the same friends +So your home boys probably don't hit you +[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +BussdownHook[?]: +[?] bustdown + +Verse 1 [?]: +[?], yeah fuck with my gang and you dumb +[?] dumb, they opp patrolling for fun, yeah +Hittin' your [?] try to run, yeah +Send your ass up to the sun +I'm the type...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Go There*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Intro] +... +I'm sorry +It's Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah) +Oh, don't go there (Don't go there) (Uzi) +Let me say +Oh, don't go there (Oh, don't go there) + +[Verse] +Smoked so much, I need some new lungs +Test that work until your nose run +Let's test that work until your nose numb +Make you do that 'cause you know somethin' (Yeah) +Make $500 for the show run +Suck that dick, just what your friend tell em' +You know I got me a lot of racks, in designer bags +You know I got me a lot of racks, in designer bags +You know I'm fresh like a laundromat +Like a laundromat +I got that Louis, I'm on the Gram' +Yeah, I'm on the Gram' +Brand nеw teeth baby...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Patek Swag*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Verse ?: Lil Uzi Vert and Jamie Foxx] +...my wrist, yes, yes +Everything wet on my neck +I got blue diamonds, baguettes +(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) +I got that Patek swag +On the top, got baguettes (Yuh) +I got that...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +IDK / No HeartSnippet 1: +Diamonds in my [?] +No no no +Please don't call my phone, I don't know +Please don't call my phone, I don't know +I don't- + +Snippet 2: +- hoes all in the dark can't tell apart +Huh? +Yeah, they gon' fuck me I can tell they smart +Yeah, but I also can tell that they got no heart, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Come Up / Cancer*...question but no no no I do not know know the answer +I was just talking to Ski and my boy he got sad because his family dying from cancer +I had to get all the guap tell lil nigga I had to just get all the guap and the manage +Remember back when I couldn't pay for a sandwich but nowadays I had to get the advantage +They said im spending too much my account...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Get HighBitch I get high, get high, get high, get high like the satellite +Bitch I keep going, going, going, going just like I’m in paradise +I pull up, my boys, we doin’ it for sure, cuz they be the scary type +That boy he a pussy, that boy got a [?] and we put him in [?] +I’m so high I can’t breathe +[?] black beam +On my block they sell cheese +Savage back she off trees +I’m so high I can’t breathe +Lotta space up a street +I get earth in the E +Off this perc watch me [?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Hate On Me*..... +Yeah that's what she don't stay on top for (What) +No different than you, but know a lot more +Niggas hate on me that's what this Glock for +......EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Outer Space*[Intro] +It's Lil Uzi Vert +Yeah, yeah, woah, woah +Yeah, yeah, woah + +[Chorus] +Hey, uhm (What, hello?) +I am from, um, outer space, yeah (Woah) +I met a bitch in Kuwait, yeah...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Tiffany DiamondsLyrics from Snippet + +...Only if you know +Might get it for the high, might get it for the low +Iced out my wrist, and I iced out my neck +And I iced out my ankle and I iced out my hoe +Tiffany diamonds come in a blue bag +Yeah I got a blue bag, could get you a coat +Got these racks, I could buy you a...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Out The Roof*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Verse] +[?] +Swear I'm heading out the roof (Bugz Ronin gon' turn it up) +Out the roof, out the roof +Out the roof, out the roof +I can't trust these bitches...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +StaminaLyrics + +Hook: +Yeah +Fuckin yo bitch wit the stamina’ +Flexin on purpose for camera’ +Me and my niggas some animals +She eat the cup like sum Danimals’ +Fuckin that bitch like professional +I swear that I’m not a amateur +I swear the dick jus be jammin’ her +I swear the dick gonna damage her’ +Fuckin dat bitch wit da stamina +I swear that I got the stamina +Fuckin that bitch wit da stamina +I jus be going off stamina’ +Swear I jus fuck ya on stamina’ +That bitch, I swear she got stamina +Stamina, Stamina, Stamina +Fuckin that bitch off the stamina + +Verse 1: +I swear that bitch got dat gush +Put my dick right in dat puss +She suck the tip of my dick, like she tryna smoke sum kush +Countin up all of these Georgie’s’ +But I’m not talkin no Bush’ +And you be smokin that reggie’ +Run through them hoes jus like Bush’ +All theses bitches on my line +Lookin like fish on a hook +Put my dick all in dat pussy +Now that bitch face lookin shook +I done fucked so many bitches, Lil Uzi he probably can write a book +Black girl, black girl, in the kitchen whippin’ white girl, I swear she gon cook’ +Cook +Brought that bitch a new Maserati’ +Brought her new bag and a new body +She ride the dick like a Ducati’ +Gettin that money, one Bugatti +Me and her had a private party +She brung her friend to private party + +Hook: +Yeah +Fuckin yo bitch wit the stamina’ +Flexin on purpose for camera’ +Me and my niggas some animals +She eat the cup like sum Danimals’ +Fuckin that bitch like professional +I swear that I’m not a amateur +I swear the dick jus be jammin’ her +I swear the dick gonna damage her’ +Fuckin dat bitch wit da stamina +I swear that I got the stamina +Fuckin that bitch wit da stamina +I jus be going off stamina’ +Swear I jus fuck ya on stamina’ +That bitch, I swear she got stamina +Stamina, Stamina, Stamina +Fuckin that bitch off the stamina +Verse 2 : +She suck my dick like her lights out +She suck my dick cuz her lights out’ +Countin these Jackson’s like Michael, stabbin like Myers cuz I am a psycho +She do a wheelie on that dick I swear she jus ride that shit like it’s a bike tho’ +And you really like her, nigga I swear you a typo +Boxers be Bape or Supreme +Pussy drippin’ through her jeans +Eat the pussy wit sum lean +Beat the pussy till she cream’ +No personals for me +Pass the bitch to the team +I am a xanny fiend +Uzi gang, that’s the team +We butt naked and I’m photo takin’ +Got her sister wit her, she participating +Mask on my dick like a nigga Jason +The big booty big so tha bitch be cakin +Look at my pocket a nigga cakin’ +Young nigga ballin like Walter Payton +Cancel that bitch, yeah I’ll rick ya later +Told that bitch “I’m bouta see ya later” + +Hook: +Yeah +Fuckin yo bitch wit the stamina’ +Flexin on purpose for camera’ +Me and my niggas some animals +She eat the cup like sum Danimals’ +Fuckin that bitch like professional +I swear that I’m not a amateur +I swear the dick jus be jammin’ her +I swear the dick gonna damage her’ +Fuckin dat bitch wit da stamina +I swear that I got the stamina +Fuckin that bitch wit da stamina +I jus be going off stamina’ +Swear I jus fuck ya on stamina’ +That bitch, I swear she got stamina +Stamina, Stamina, Stamina +Fuckin that bitch off the staminaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Goyard[Lyrics] +Yea you can have that +Yea, If you turn around pat pat +Cuz' the ass too fat fat +Yea everytime I fuck from the back back +Make that shit clap clap (uh) all that +Check is like 6 deposits +Gotta Goyard Bitch witta' Goyard Collie +Bitch I gotta Goyard belt +Even tho my money dont fit Goyard walletEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let’s Go*Lyrics from Snippet + +[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert] +I can go with her, but I won't hit her +She respect my game, so my neck a river +I am a rockstar, drip to the... +Let's go +I just fucked that girl, let me cum and she charged me +Ballin' so hard I just caught me a Charlie +I'm in the city with that girl, no Barbie (Woah, Yes) +I am the one, I'm the starter +Look at my neck, yeah that shit out the water +Uh, straight from the ocean, no water +These Balmain jeans I got on is way harderEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Promethazine / LeanLyrics: + +First Verse: +Shorty spot my tip, looking just like she my hammer +Told that bitch “here, go hammer on the dick” +Told that bitch “I am the man” +Hit a nigga wit tha 40, get fanned +Tell a nigga he get “blammed” +Why this nigga looking at me like he is the fan +Shorty, get the fuck outta here cuz yo bitch, she be the main fan' +Told that bitch “suck on my team” +Told that bitch “I get the green” +Drinking the lean +Codeine, Codeine, Codeine, Codiene, wit a little promethazine +I-I got the clip on that bitch and the stick hang out bitch like that bitch is a limousine +Told that bitch “I’m living clean, I be eating lobster”, you in the crib eating lean a cuisine' +Got yo hoe all up on me +I rock all the Tommy +You ain't got no job +I call that nigga Tommy +Hit a nigga wit the... +Hit a nigga wit Tommy +Put the drum on the bitch +Dick always in her stomach +Dick in her throat until that bitch wanna vomit, told that nigga “I’m high in the sky like a comet” +I'm getting money, I'm countin comma comma' +I might fuck yo mama +Hit yo ass shit' right wit da llama +I don't care about no shit +Hit a bitch, feel like MC Hammer +I'm up on the shit +Never goin' broke, countin ten, twenty, fifty, hunned, too legit to fuckin quit +I be getting bitches, dick going in mouth throat’ +That bitch suck my balls +If she gotta cold then I feed that bitch sum Hauls +I might even move my bricks, where the muthafuckin U-Haul +I jus talked to all my niggas +I gotta plug Colaloralo, oop I mean Colorado +Told a bitch “I go hard” +Play the guitar +White bitch, she live in Utah +I got everything +I got all the clothes +I got all the bitches +Yo wife be my hoe +Lil Uzi gonna glo’ +My ice white like the snow +Told that bitch just to “go” +Told that bitch “I'm on go” +Verse 2: +Hit a nigga wit tha 40, AK-47, Darko, Darko, 223. in it +Hit a nigga up up’ in his body, tried to move move' knock his ass off his pivot +Told a bitch just to “jump on my dick” +Jus like a frog, so she hop from nigga, ribbet ribbet' +I might even hit that nigga wit chirp' +Told that nigga “just give me what it’s worth” +Told that bitch “suck my my dick and make it work” +I got the money, nigga smokin purp' +Sippin da lean' +Told ya bitch “I'm getting money” I fuck wit blue benji's, no green +That be all hunneds +I jus go crazy +Told ya bitch that she will not be my “main lady” +Cuz she yo main lady' +Ewwww you made that bitch have yo baby, that bitch ate my baby + +Last Verse: +What I say? +I got all the clothes +I got everythang +Countin blue benji's' +Me no fuck wit no green' +Usually I keep the green' +Bullets in yo team' +Chico world nigga'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +On My Grind*Gettin’ money got me paranoid +She keep tryna call my phone +I told her to wait in line +Smokin gas I’m facing’ mine +Dread head like [?] +Lemon lime on my grindEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Don’t Wanna Talk*[Intro] +Niggas, they mad, cause they wanna talk to me, but on the real, I don't wan' talk about nothin' (Shh) +Yeah +Niggas, they mad, cause they wanna talk to me, but on the real, I don't wan' talk about nothin' + +[Chorus] +Niggas, they mad, cause they wanna talk to me, but on the real, I don't wan' talk about nothin'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Heaven Hurts*Lyrics from Snippet + +...Yeah, they tryna' say I'm evil (Yeah) +I know Heaven hurts (Yeah) +I know I'm the worst (Huh), it don't register (Aye) +I got money on me (Money), with no register (Yeah) +I bought one top (Top), cost me seven shirts (Yeah) +They tryna' say I'm evil...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Gettin That Money*That be Maaly Raw! + +Gettin' that money +Ayy +Know I'm gon' spend it +Ayy +Countin' that money +Ayy +Gettin' them digits +Ayy +Gettin' that money- + +- Nigga wan' hate +Yeah +Took his bitch right on a date +Yeah +On my dick she gon' relate +Yeah +In a rari [?] race +I wanna flex in a Wraith +Put all money in a safeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Iced Out My WristLyrics from Snippet + +[Intro] +Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah) +Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) +Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah) +Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, Lil Uzi) + +[Post-Chorus] +Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow +These not [?], Ice on my wrist, I don't need a sweater +I don't gotta sweat her, I'm too rich +Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah) +Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) +Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow +These not [?], Ice on my wrist, I don't need a sweater +I don't gotta sweat her, I'm too rich +Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah) +Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) + +[Verse] +Iced out my wrist, solitary, Halle Berry +All my stones blue diamonds +When they on lookin' like a vicious ho +Trap spot, [?], y'all gon get the vicious guns +Diamonds bussin', your shit, it is hittin soft +Diamonds in her tongue ring, so I told her lick it off (Ayy, ayy, ayy) +My bitch keep [?] but she think she getting home (Ayy, ayy, ayy) +I can score a touchdown, all they did was kick it off (Yeah) +Diamond in her forehead, I can't even pick it up (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah, ayy (I love diamonds, I love diamonds) +[Chorus] +Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow (I love diamonds, I love diamonds) +These not [?], Iced out my wrist, I don't need a sweater (I love diamonds, I love diamonds) +I don't gotta sweat her, I'm too rich (I love diamonds, I love diamonds) +Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah) +Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) +Iced out my wrist, diamonds hit, diamonds yellow (I love diamonds, I love diamonds) +These not [?], Iced out my wrist, I don't need a sweater (I love diamonds, I love diamonds) +I don't gotta sweat her, I'm too rich (I love diamonds, I love diamonds) +Iced out my wrist (Woah-woah-woah-woah, yeah) +Iced out my wrist (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +..EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Stay In My Lane*Lyrics From Snippet + +Stay in my lane, I can't change, I'm the same (Yeah) +Yeah, fucked yo main, she been came, I'm just sayin'(Aye) +Yeah, keep your heart, you're too smart, I want brain (Aye, aye, yeah) +Yeah, we're apart in the dark from the pain (Yeah) +WoahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Wrist WorthWait, diamonds dancin’ first tell me what your wrist worth +Make your wrist worth, know you’ll make your wrist worthEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Let You Know (EP Version)[Intro] +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag (Gangsta-Gangsta-Gangsta Grillz, The Cannon) +Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go (Cannon) +Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know +Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show +Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I gotta go + +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... + +[Interlude] +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go +Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know (Gangsta Grillz) +Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show +Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I gotta go +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know (The Cannon) +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... Yeah! +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... + +[Interlude] +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Can't nobody touch my swag +Baby your time's up, yeah, I gotta go +Wanna hang with my gang? Yeah, I gotta know +Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show (Gangsta Grillz) +Yeah, these diamonds on my rock, nigga, yeah, I gotta go +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat (The Cannon) +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... Yeah! +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa (The Cannon) +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know (Cannon) +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... + +[Verse 1] +80k a show, 100k a show (Alright) +Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden? +Walking with my .40, and my money showing +Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain't foldin +Boy, I am not slow, you hate on the low +You was still at home, I was on the road +Know that I'm a dog, I'm bad to the bone +Dior my cologne, smoking gas it's strong +Leave me alone, stop calling my phone +Already know what you're thinking lil baby, girl, oh what up though? +She said "Uzi baby, they ain't got no dough" +Why you're so dope? Yeah, you oughtta know +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I... + +[Verse 2] +Boy you took that L and we can see that +Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Daredevil could see that +Pockets giant just like Andre, addicted, let me do three stacks +I get money, fuck your bitch, stay real, ooh, that's three facts +Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that +Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don't relapse +She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing's tapped (Cannon) +Diamonds all up on my pinky, think this thing's tap +I do not fuck with these niggas, man I mean that +Woah, money envelope +I was just so broke, I didn't have hope +Now I'll let you know + +[Chorus] +Let you know, I'ma let you know +You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze +Water like a boat, Spanish girl named Rosa +And she from the Costa, she know I'm a soldier +Girl, I'll let you know, I'ma let you know +Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat +Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Costa +Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm 'posed to +Get that thot just like I...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Street ShitLyrics not available at the moment sorry!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Ass Grabber / African*Lyrics From Snippet + +... +And I said I made her ass fatter +Hit it from the back and that shit turned me to an ass grabber +Popped this Percocet so I don't ever blast at her +Pussy got me higher as a [?] +Dick almost killed a bitch, had to toe-tag her +Yeah, that lil' nigga, he got his but he got no swagger +Look, I know voodoo, I been practicing +I got more yellow lambs than an african +Driving cabs in New York, really trafficking +Bitch, I'm a shark in the water when I grab the fin +Fucked on my bitch then I gave her back +Fucked on my bitch one more time then I send her back +I donе pulled up with motherfuckin' mini MAC +I done fuckеd on your bitch and my bitch, same time, that's a [?] +Hit the smallest nigga in the room, [?] +I can put this girl right here in front of you, you still can't get her back +Nigga, I be spittin' facts +I ain't ever got a riddle back +Fucked her in the air, I need a ceiling...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Got a New One[Intro] +Sealab, Sealab +Sealab, Sealab +Sealab, Sealab + +[Verse: Sealab Vertical] +I'm smoking good, my weed dank +Rolling sticky, that pussy stank +Cuz Im hella on, black with the chrome +I bust her ass, she give me dome +Im [?] +Im a Leo bitch she a Capricorn +Like my hair [?] its fat and longEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Cheerio (Original)[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Woo, yeah +Woah (Yeah), yeah +I get the guap, that's the truth (The truth), yeah +I get to God, that's the truth (The truth), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert) + +[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert] +Okay, I came in with a whole nother plan (A plan), damn +Okay, I came in with some whole different bands (Some whole different bands), damn +Yeah, I feel like I'm the man, ooh (The man) +Ooh, I feel like I'm the one, ooh (Ooh) +I fuck your bitch and my diamonds they VVS so that shit shine like the sun, yeah +Thesе niggas mad at me, okay +It's cool, I don't even fuck with thеse boys (Okay) +Silencer on my gun, yeah +I don't even fuck with no noise, yeah +Tell me what you gonna do about it 'cause I had to go get all the money (Yeah) +That girl ain't want me before, I think that shit funny (I think it's funny) +Stack up the bands to the top, I'm the man (Yeah) +I got guap, these niggas all be fans (Slatt), yeah +I had to go out +I had to put my dick right in her mouth +I had to go out +I had to show these boys what it's about +This is not the hokey-pokey, my Glock it got pokeys on it +That's a knife, got an AK-47 +Came with the MAC-10 and the MAC-11 +SRT, it do not got no traction +Sauce, sauce, sauce, I'm a boss, boss, boss +I will knock you off way before you get off +I keep it two Virgil's, whip that white until it's off (I keep it two Virgil's) +I keep it two Virgil's, whip that white until it's off (Oh, uh) +Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah) +Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah) +Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah) +Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah) +Blicky'd up, blicky'd up, blicky'd up, yeah (Blicky'd up) +That be the Glock, I could clip it up, yeah (Yeah) +Fuck the dirt, bury my heart in the sand +'Cause I'm on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah +I'm on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah +And I could tell that she got a man (Okay) +Woo, yeah +Woah (Yeah), yeah +I get the guap, that's the truth (The truth), yeah +I get to God, that's the truth (The truth), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert) + +[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert] +Okay, I came in with a whole nother plan (A plan), damn +Okay, I came in with some whole different bands (Some whole different bands), damn +Yeah, I feel like I'm the man, ooh (The man) +Ooh, I feel like I'm the one, ooh (Ooh) +I fuck your bitch and my diamonds they VVS so that shit shine like the sun, yeah +These niggas mad at me, okay +It's cool, I don't even fuck with these boys (Okay) +Silencer on my gun, yeah +I don't even fuck with no noise, yeah +Tell me what you gonna do about it 'cause I had to go get all the money (Yeah) +That girl ain't want me before, I think that shit funny (I think it's funny) +Stack up the bands to the top, I'm the man (Yeah) +I got guap, these niggas all be fans (Slatt), yeah +I had to go out +I had to put my dick right in her mouth +I had to go out +I had to show these boys what it's about +This is not the hokey-pokey, my Glock it got pokeys on it +That's a knife, got an AK-47 +Came with the MAC-10 and the MAC-11 +SRT, it do not got no traction +Sauce, sauce, sauce, I'm a boss, boss, boss +I will knock you off way before you get off +I keep it two Virgil's, whip that white until it's off (I keep it two Virgil's) +I keep it two Virgil's, whip that white until it's off (Oh, uh) +Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah) +Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah) +Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, uh (Yeah) +Balmain zipper, yeah, I zip it up, uh (Yeah) +Blicky'd up, blicky'd up, blicky'd up, yeah (Blicky'd up) +That be the Glock, I could clip it up, yeah (Yeah) +Fuck the dirt, bury my heart in the sand +'Cause I'm on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah +I'm on the beach and I got a plan (Okay), yeah +And I could tell that she got a man (Okay)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Denim Tears*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Hook] +[?], it's too sunny (Yeah, uh) +I'm your dad, boy, you my sonny (Uh, yeah, you my son) +Slime that bitch out, ooh, I run it (Slatt) (Yeah) +Slime that bitch out, nose still runny (Slatt) (Yeah) +Fuck from the back, that bitch still cumming (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Average Dude*Please Help Transcribe Lyrics from Snippet +What lil stissy gonna do... +If i say more im considered a rat....... +Help w lyrics https://soundcloud.com/snpts/avgdudeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Forever Young*[Intro] +Forever young, I want to be forever young +Do you really wanna live forever? +And ever? And ever? +Forever young, I want to be forever young +Do you really wanna live forever? +And ever? And ever?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Clout V2 (What U Bout/In My Couch)[Intro] +Yea, yea, yea (Skee) +Yea, yea (Lil Uzi) +Yea, yea, yea (Lil Uzi) + +[Hook] +Bitch ass nigga got no clout (got no clout) +Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house) +I got this Uzi in my couch (in my couch) +Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out) +Now fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(now what you 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(what you really 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(tell me what you 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(yea) + +[Verse] +You talking shit, this uzi shoot you in your mouth (in your mouth) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout (yea, what you 'bout) +Oh, that's your bitch, she loving me cause I got clout +(I got that clout) +You kiss her lips, where I bust right in her mouth +(All in her mouth) +I'm that nigga, Lil Uzi I'm that nigga (yea, yea) +I'm from the north, but they say I sound from the south +(They do, they do) +Well I got money, what the fuck you talking 'bout +(now what you talkin') +I pay you off, I pay a hit man, take you out (yea, brr) +Bitching, they never stressin' and these bitches be flexin' +And these bitches be stressin' (stressin') +I'm on the beat, I'm jugging that shit +I'm flexing, nigga finessin' +I got your bitch, I might fuck up, But I have to use protection +I shoot you, that be protection +15 and hunnid, nigga you cannot stop us (stop) +Gettin money on your dummies (dummy) +Put my dick right in her tummy (tummy) +I'm whippin' the whip in some onions (onion) +I feel like the shit, I feel like Lil Flipp +I got clover nigga, I'm lucky (I'm lucky, I'm lucky) +(yea, yea) +[Hook] +Bitch ass nigga got no clout (got no clout) +Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house) +I got this Uzi in my couch (All in my couch) +Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out) +Now, fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(What you 'bout) +Fuck nigga tell me what you really 'bout +(What you really 'bout)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Monday*Lyrics to b added at a future dateEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Myron [OG][Intro] +(Oogie Mane, he killed it) +(Supah Mario on the beat, nigga) +Yeah, yeah +Ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh, pew + +[Chorus] +Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me) +I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast) +Only blue, no green don't excite me (Green) +I could make a ho out your wifey (Beep) +Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Yeah) +Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Yеah, yeah) +Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockеy, bling, blaow) +Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Oh well) + +[Verse] +'Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie (Yeah) +Your girl's a five but your mom is a dime piece (Ayy) +And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie (Miss Connie) +I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie (Bonnie) +These bitches, they think they dandy but they be just lyin' (Bitches lyin') +Got a lil' bitch, can't throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin' (Try) +When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin' (On God) +VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds (Woah) +I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin' (Woo) +Had that boy's bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin' +Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon (So wet) +I stand on my money then my height, it turn to 9' 10" (Yeah), yeah +These niggas be bitin' (Fuck, yeah) +Grra-ta, I'm not really with the fightin' (Grrah-brrah-brrah), yeah +Me and her was vibin' (Yeah) +Yeah (Yeah) +Your bitch call me Myron (Okay) +Ninety thousand, that's a light day (Yeah), yeah (That's a light) +I can tell you, it's the real spill (Yeah, I can tell you, it's the real), yeah +Fucked your bitch just for a light bill (Yeah), yeah +Banana clip, I ain't gon' slip on the peel (Yeah) +Hot grease, bitch, we poppin' (Poppin'), yeah +Ballin' on that nigga like I'm Thompson (Thompson), yeah +Chopper got splendid, was like the Johnson (Johnson) +Johnson Johnson, vacation right to Dubai (Dubai) +Kicking shit so hard, I stopped doin' ju-tai (Mwah) +Twenty thousand Christian Dior my suit tie (Yeah) +Got a black girl and she got blue eyes (Eyes) +Came up, on the real, got 'em shoes tied +Starin' at lil' homie +Stop starin' at lil' homie +You ain't fairin' nothin' on me +We ain't hearin' that lil' homie +Pull up 'CLaren on new homie +Skrr-skrr, pull up on my lonely +I just fucked all her friends +She start cheerin' on her homies +[Bridge] +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine) +She give me head, that bit' migraine (Migraine)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Flex[Intro] +Yuh, (Yuh) yeah, (Yeah) yeah, (Yeah) yeah (Yeah) +([?]) +Nope, hey Sama +I'ma (I'ma, I'ma, I'ma) +I'm (I'm, I'm I'm) +I'm (I'm, I'm I'm) +Yeah (Yeah, yeah) + +[Chorus] +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip + +[Verse] +I'ma flip [?] this summer +That means my pockets get dumber +Nigga, I got commas comin' +Yeah, I might fuck on your mama +I am not with that bitch drama +I will hit you with this llama +Dressed up in Balenciaga, I'm rockin' all of that designer +Eatin', no strippin' the lobster +Like a lil' nigga, a mobster (Like a lil' nigga, a mobster) +[Chorus] +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip + +[Verse] +I'ma flip [?] this summer +That means my pockets get dumber (Yeah) +Nigga, I got commas comin' (Yeah) +Yeah, I might fuck on your mama (Zoom) +I am not with that bitch drama +I will hit you with this llama +Dressed up in Balenciaga, (Skee) I'm rockin' all of that designer (Zoom) +Eatin', no strippin' the lobster +Like a lil' nigga, a mobster (Yeah, like a lil' nigga, a mobster) + +[Chorus] +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flip +I'ma flip-flip, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'ma flip-flipEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Favourite Artist*Lyrics from Snippet + +Umm yeah +Yes I know, I'm your favourite artistEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +StellaAEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Woke Up*Lyrics from snippet + +[Verse] +Woke up like this (Yeah) +I woke up like this, yeah +Thought about then I had to flood my wrist (Aye) +She left you 'cause broke boy, you a snake (Yeah) +...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Reject*Lyrics From Snippet + +[Hook] +Yeah, I can feel my body leaving Earth (I can feel my body leaving Earth) +Nowadays, I'm scared to pop a perc (Nowadays I'm scared to pop a perc) +Nowadays, they try to call me a jerk (Nowadays, they try to call me a jerk) +That's because they treat me like a rejectEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +EverybodyLil Uzi Vert +We Just Be Looking At Everybody +We Just Be (i do not know) +Feel Like Us Cause Its Everybody +? + +Meek Mill's Verse +Stacking And Trapping All Day +Flipping Thru Money All Day +Counting Money All Day +Screaming (Yurrrr) +Heerrrr + +Meeks Mill's Verse +Money All Day +This Is The Money All Day +Screaming Out (Herrrr Or Yerrrr) +Im Gonna Go Harder Than Everybody +Im Gonna Go Harder Than Everybody +Stacking And Trapping All DayEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Audi (Drive Away)[Verse] +Gotta know + +[Chorus] +(Audi, audi, audi, audi) +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah) +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Audi[Verse] +Gotta know + +[Chorus] +(Audi, audi, audi, audi) +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah) +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Audi[Verse] +Gotta know + +[Chorus] +(Audi, audi, audi, audi) +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah) +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Audi[Verse] +Gotta know +[Chorus] +(Audi, audi, audi, audi) +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi +Audi, audi, audi, audi (Woah) +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +AudiEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +6 Min Freestyle[Intro} +Southside +Southside, Southside +DJ on the beat so it's a banger +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (What) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Let's go, let's go, let's go) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) +Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Gang) + +{Chorus] +Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (My wrist) +Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go) +I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go) +I had to go up in my list (My list) +No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics) +No, I can't stick for a lick (No) +I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (I flex) +I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Ugh) +Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) +A goldfish, she lives in my fist +I gotta get bitch that is rich (Ugh) +'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (Lil Uzi) +Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Shoot) +Fuck nigga, you bettеr shoot, uh (Bah) +My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof) +I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth) +[Verse 1] +I got diamonds on my hand (My hand) +I got diamonds on my rims (Rims) +I got diamonds on my friends (Friеnds) +Look, the storm, it just began (Began) +Uh, Dior my suit, uh +I just wan' get all the loot, uh (The loot) +Fuckin' your bitches, recruit, uh (Recruit) +I'm make it do what it do, uh +Told her get loose to get Loubs (Yeah) +When they get loose like a noose (Yeah) +Treat that girl like Uncle Luke (Luke) +Get on my lap, but that pussy for crew (Let's get it) +Elephants all in a room, uh +Horton gon', um, Hear Who, uh (What) +I put my dick in your boo, uh +She is no longer your boo, uh +22 hundred my shoes, uh (Lil Uzi) +Nike sign, that just say swoosh, uh +Fuck on that bitch then I move, uh (I move) +You not my baby, get Ruth'd, uh +Wait, where is the blue? +Pop that lil' pill and I start seein' clues (Uh) +Pop your ass just for some shoes, uh +My nigga makin' the news (Yeah) +Base him on that block, say zoot it (Uh) +Um, yeah, I had to recoup, uh (Recoup) +I had to rake up the loot +350,000 on my jewels (My jewels) +That's the shit I got on now +Back then, they ain't let me fuck, well, how 'bout now? (How 'bout now) +If I'm a dog, lil' bitch, you is a hound +We buyin' Verbs in the 'vert, no, not now (Let's go) +I'm the freshest nigga out +Pull up so fresh that they puttin' in lost and found, uh, bitches wanna link and found 'em +'Cause these niggas always, they stealin' my style (Uh) +[Chorus] +Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (Bad bitch) +Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Ya bih) +I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Your bitch) +I had to go up in my list (In my list) +No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics) +No, I can't stick for a lick (No way) +I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist) +I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (They sick) +Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) +A goldfish, she lives in my fist +I gotta get bitch that is rich (Rich) +'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (I try 'em) +Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Shoot) +Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah, bah) +My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof) +I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) + +[Verse 2] +First crib, it was apartment (Uh) +I used to chill in the 'ment (The 'ment) +Everything happened was meant (Was meant) +Bitches breath stink, need a mint (Let's get it) +Yeah, I know them shooters you sent (Okay) +I just have paid they lil' rent +Reversin' the backend, lil' bitch +That would happen when a nigga get rich (What) +No, I do not smoke no hemp, uh (No hemp) +Yeah, I just walk with a limp, uh (A limp) +I'm the GOAT sitting, the pimp +C on my glasses so I see the 'lent, uh (Let's go) +Dip, slide in the Bent' +Get, top, I got the tint (Skrrt) +Don't want that bitch, she not a ten +I cannot fuck if she didn't bring a friend (Hoe) +She getting mad, put dick in her friend +Not talkin' no haircut, but I get the trim +She a redbone and she fixin' the brims (Okay) +Everytime we in there, it gets intense +She a lil' crazy but she is a gem +I put it in her stomach, feel it in her intestines +My niggas run up with me on that bitch +I met that girl when I was out on Essex +You know I get fly like I'm on The Jetsons (Phew, phew, phew) +So you know I gotta keep the protection +I put the section inside of my section +No, no, no, I cannot fuck on pedestrians (No) +Going too hard, no, I am not resting +Do not follow that like that is the exit +Two of your checks look just like my backend +Hit from the back, but no, no, I can't back it +All of my niggas, they monkeys, gorillas +All of my niggas, they move with bananas (Woah) +I got a hunnid round right in a fan +My boy just put up four up in a Phantom +No, I do not drink the lean, that's the answer +Poppin' the Perky, wake up, and what happened (What happened) +Fuckin' this bitch in the ass, I'ma smack it +Hit her so hard that that shit still was clappin' +[Verse 3] +Top of the morning, first thing I said to that lame nigga shit was that he was so corny +But I'm not worried about that cause that bitch look so good that that shit still gon' make me horny +No, not no school but your bitch, she be boring +Ride on a plane 'cause Lil Uzi be tourin' +She told me she wanna go Bora Bora, but I would not do that 'cause she gave me oral (Hahaha) +Keepin' the cordial, my new name is Squidward 'cause Lil Uzi, he underwater like coral +That fuck nigga, yeah, he gon' move like a girl, my niggas still movin' them choppas and squirrels +No oyster my plate and no clam on my plate, but Chanel on my neck and it made out of pearl (Ayy) +I got my girl a lil' ice cream and she like mixed chocolate-vanilla and made that shit swirl (Swirl) +Okay, your girl, she better than his but I swear your girl's not better than swirl (Swirl) +She got blue eyes with Sandy brown hair and that lil' bitch ass is big as the world (World) +Lil Vert, Lil Vert, Lil Vert like Addy +Come on, lil' baby, I know that you ready +Chop that boy up, treat him like spaghetti +It's a surprise so that shit with confetti +Got a girl, last name Voorhees, and she gonna move with machete +Smoking 3 grams but them shit not no Teddy +Big body of water, my neck with a levee (Let's go, let's go) +Keep my, brand new, foreign steady +Please don't drive my shit like a Chevy +Pull up Claireport with a all black Jetty (Skrrt) +Pull up the car on a all black heli' +If I get booked, they don't have no celly +That's 'cause I made 10 M's off the deli +She only made 3 racks off of jelly (Uh) + +[Verse 4] +No, you can't talk like that, you not a member (No) +I get my nuggets, no Denver (No Denver) +Fur on my neck, no chinchilla (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) +No, I can't sit in the middle (Brr) +'Cause I'm not, um, sentimental +Getting money, flexin' real hard but that car you got is a rental +Is you a spy, nigga, tell me who sent you +Got a old bitch that love doing the dishes +Got a old bitch, I like giving the pinches (Let's go) +Got a old bitch, they be sucking my dick and everytime she do it, she take out her dentures (Haha) +Diamonds my mouth so it's diamonds my sentence +I got this floss and that's right from my dentist +I stayed at the Ritz and you stayed at the Hilton +I'm dunkin' your bitch so I had to Shawn Kemp it (Let's go) +The .40, the Glock, got the Smith and the Wesson my hip +I know I told you I don't drink the lean but I might sip it +This shit was destined, this shit was written (Yeah) +These niggas not with the hittin' (Yeah) +She wanna fuck, she can get it, uh +First, you gotta do an audition, uh +And you gotta bring an addition, uh +He try to swing on me, I slip it, uh +Knock that boy out he a chicken (Bitch) +You really not real and you talk 'bout your own people so you better stay your distance (What) +I'm ballin' on you like the Pistons (Mhm) +Uh, blow that bitch out like a piston (Uh) +Uh, I'm the only chef in my kitchen (Uh) +Uh, so I guess I better get that whippin', yeah +Yeah, random hoes don't pick it, uh +That's how I do my stickin', yeah +Don't know where she been, can't lick it +Only hit it once, don't miss it (Uh) +Make her pop her top like a mystic (Uh) +Raf on my jeans, shoes Rick-Rick (Yeah) +These niggas out here, they really be trippin' +And I'm off the 'shrooms, I be doin' the same + +[Chorus] +Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (My wrist) +Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go) +I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go) +I had to go up in my list (My list) +No, no, I don't take no pics (I don't) +No, I can't stick for a lick (I'm sorry) +I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist) +I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Let's go) +Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) +A goldfish, she lives in my fist +I gotta get bitch that is rich (Let's go) +'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (He lit) +Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Let's go) +Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Shoot) +My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof) +I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth) + +[Outro] +I got diamonds on my tooth +I got diamonds on my tooth +Diamonds on my Gucci boots (Yeah) +Diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) +I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) +Yeah, Lil Uzi +Let's goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My CrewOn my toes (Yeah) +Ooh got it all on my 2s +Baggin up with my crew (Yeah) +I put it all on my shoes (Ooh) +On my toes (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Freestyle ig live 12.20.20Picture me touring +I dont even need you +You dont even want me +I dont even see you +Just got´ believe you +Then you can leave it +Change it or leave it +Dont wanna met her +Dont wanna see this +She is a eater, in the two-seater +Drivin my -- my -- +What is you sayin? +My and you nigga +We not related +Not at all, you not like me +Niggas mad cause they not like me +Ohh, they can't stop me +I be runnning steps just like im rocky +All of these boys thеy just wanna copy me +Yeah, no they can't еver stop me +Imma pimp in this --- +Im the best --- +But they can't cause my trunk is bullet proof +And when she suck this dick she better not use a tooth +I drop that top on my bougatti its a coupe +And that bih 1.5 and that ain't even new +And that bitch that you with, i swear she ain't new +Back in the days 2016, she was with my crew +And our money back then, yeah it still was blue +We got trap money but its new +Everything right of the top +Can't wait till i drop +Can't wait till other niggas drop +Can't wait till they flop +--- +Nigga im on top, i feel like pop +Snap crack and pop --- +Bad bitch she with me, she rocking ricky +Like icky vicky no timmy turner +Im riding aroung with my burner +What you sayin´? niggas lyin +I be crying water --- +And thats a --- a diffrent story +--- +Rings on my finger +Rings on my bitches +Can't wife no bitches but i still wife them bitches +Can't drop no hits what is this? +Niggas think i fell off what yall think im sick?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Loaded (EP Version)[Intro] +You know my pockets loaded +You know my +(8) + +[Chorus] +My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh) +Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah) +Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin') +Ooh, and they showin' (Woah) +Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it) +Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it) +Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?) +That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah) + +[Interlude] +All of my diamonds frozen +You know my pockets loaded +(8) +You know my pockets swollen +All of my diamonds frozen +You know my pockets loaded +You know my +(8) + +[Chorus] +My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh) +Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah) +Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin') +Ooh, and they showin' (Woah) +Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it) +Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it) +Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?) +That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah) +[Post-Chorus] +Loaded, loaded (Ayy) +Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Woah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Woah) +Loaded (What?), loaded (Yeah) +Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Yeah) + +[Verse 1] +Chain white like it's snowin' +Drive my car like it's stolen (Woah) +Wipe my nose, I'ma blow it +Watch cost eighty-one thousand like Terrell- + +[Interlude] +All of my diamonds frozen +(8) +You know my pockets loaded +You know my pockets swollen +All of my diamonds frozen +You know my pockets loaded (The Cannon) +You know my +(8) +[Chorus] +My diamonds, they frozen (Ooh) +Ooh, pockets loaded (Yeah) +Diamond chain, they glowin' (Glowin') +Ooh, and they showin' (Woah) +Money, I'ma throw it (Throw it, throw it) +Ooh, watch me blow it (Blow it) +Cop shit when I'm bored, ooh (Bored, huh?, Cannon) +That you can't afford (Ayy, yeah) + +[Post-Chorus] +Loaded, loaded (Ayy) +Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Woah) +Loaded, loaded (Gangsta Grillz) +Loaded (What? What? Yeah), loaded (Yeah) +Loaded, loaded +Loaded (Yeah), loaded (Woah) +Loaded (What?), loaded (Yeah) +Loaded (Ayy), loaded (Yeah) + +[Verse 2] +Chain white like it's snowin' +Drive my car like it's stolen (Woah) +Wipe my nose, I'ma blow it +Watch cost eighty-one thousand like Terrell Owens (Yeah) +Countin' up all these checks (Ayy) +I'ma flex, on my ex (Ayy) +Smoking gas, lost my breath (Ayy) +'Long as I'm loaded, I'ma flex (Woah) +Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded +You live with your mother, ayy, so I call you junior (Ayy) +Balmain pockets, loaded, loaded +Loaded, loaded, loaded, loadedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +My SlimesCro a goat fr 💯EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + + +Young bullNew album lil uzi vertEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + \ No newline at end of file