iii amam not a human being
uhh pussy for lunch
pop all the balloons and spit in the punch haha
yeah kush in the blunts
i ride through your block see a foot in the trunk
i don’t know why they keep playing they better replan
i’m giving ’em the blues bobby blue bland
together we stand and fall on y’all
balling with my bloods call it bball
these dames ain’t shit young money is
i got mars bars musketeers
come through coupe same color as veneers
and you know i’m riding with the toast cheers
yeah now i’m back on my grizz
and y’all’s a bunch a squares like a mothafuckin’ grid
shit fuck with me and get hid
i fingerfuck the nina make that bitch have kids
just do it my nigga i just did
ain’t a motherfucker deeper than me bitch dig
you dig this here this big biz
and i scream fuck it whoever it is
hook
i am the rhyming oasis
i got a cup of your time i won’t waste it
i got my foot on the line i’m not racing
i thank god that i am not basic
oww ii am not basic
iii amam not a human being
uhh rockstar baby
now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
rich nigga looking at the cops all crazy
that’s that mob shit nigga martin scorsese
heater close range cause people are strange
but i bet that ak47 keep you ordained
you can’t see weezy nor wayne i’m in the far lane
i’m running this shit hundred yard gain
uhh swag on infinity
i’m killing ’em see the white flag from the enemy
shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories
father forgive me for my brash delivery
iii would try you i wouldn’t lie dude
i must be sticky cause them bitches got their eyes glued
young money baby we the shit like fly food
y’all can’t see us like the bride’s shoes
i stand tall like i’m motherfucking 9′
i scream motherfuck you and whoever designed you
and if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to
and we don’t die we multiply and then we come divide you
hook
i am the rhyming oasis
i got a cup of your time i won’t waste it
i got my foot on the line i’m not racing
i thank god that i am not basic
i am not basic
ii am not basic
i thank god that i am not basic
iii amam not a human being
rerererereporting from another world
magazine full of bullets you can be my cover girl
bless got the weed rolling thicker than a southern girl
strongarm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls
rockstar biatch check out how we rock
and if this ain’t hiphop it must be kneehop
i’m higher than a tree top she lick my lollipop
i still get my candy from your girlfriend’s sweet shop
spitting that heat rock i’m smooth not pete rock
and my and my money on et cetera three dots
still get a stomach ache every time i see cops
you better run motherfucker cause we not
you better run ’til your feet stop
you ain’t even a fucking alphabet in my teapot
colder than a ski shop holding on to the top
and even if i let go i still won’t drop
hook
i am the rhyming oasis
i got a cup of your time i won’t waste it
i got my foot on the line i’m not racing
i thank god that i am not basic
iiii i i am not
iii amam not a human being
Artist: Lil Wayne
Year: 2010
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 343