lil wayne
bitch put my dick on yo face put my gun in yo purse
put my work in yo pussy bitch dont cum on the work
pass the weed to your slime these niggas greener than lime
so many knots in my pockets them bitches need a massage
i was born in the drought i hope i die in yo mouth
if you’re a rat you shouldve died as a mouse
the weed louder than the opera house til the fat lady sings
drop codeine in my punch im bout to take a swing
if niggas thinkin im soft ill knock yo thinkin cap off
i get blood out these pussies im a stinking tampon
this for my niggas back home im so new orleans regardless
got bitches fallin like august could sell bullshit to a taurus
my bitch is badder than me call that adam eve
i do tricks on my skateboard not up my sleeve
i kiss yo bitch on the neck shoot your man in the head
get his mama address then send his parents his head
i play with pussy not these niggas
crucify these niggas
kidnap em call they boss and ask ’em who gone buy these niggas
got lil wayne on her ass lil tunechi on her titties
to kill me you gotta die wit me wit me wit me wit me
wit me wit me wit me wit me
hook ti
we aint playin got 00 racks wit me wit me wit me wit me
in the van got 00 gat wit me wit me wit me wit me
streets wit me wit me wit me wit me
she’s wit me wit me wit me wit me
hes wit me wit me wit me wit me
im wit you
we aint playin got 00 racks wit me wit me wit me wit me
in the van got 00 gat wit me wit me wit me wit me
strong wit me wit me wit me wit me
gas wit me wit me wit me wit me
drank wit me wit me wit me wit me
ti
i aint never been dumb my nigga
or a sucka neither go ahead play around wit it
cash on deck they be layin round wit it
got a k fuck with us ill be sprayin’ rounds with it
im cold don’t believe me just ask yo bitch i swear she know her legs up high
she spread eagle and then took in my big ego
im stupid ask tunechi and them
let me tell you a little something bout me
i talk shit bread like muhammad ali
then whoop a nigga ass like muhammad ali
im throwed no catchin me
these niggas in the game so sad to me
im sure no one would care if we
just put them out their misery
but no sympathy and no green uh uh
leave home with no heat uh uh
can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public
and they never do nothing
you violator demonstrations imma
put niggas up under wherever we want
i got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas
got more in my bag a couple more hundreds
give that to my gunner they spraying whatever
so dont reach for that when you seein’ me nigga
whoever fuck with me be smoked in the city
you ready for war you bout that life really
you catch me in cali you catch me in philly
see me in miami them choppers is wit me
dont keep no niggas who be gossippin with me
lookin for yo bitch but she probably wit me wit me wit me wit me
hook ti
we aint playin got 00 racks wit me wit me wit me wit me
in the van got 00 gat wit me wit me wit me wit me
streets wit me wit me wit me wit me
she’s wit me wit me wit me wit me
hes wit me wit me wit me wit me
im wit you
we aint playin got 00 racks wit me wit me wit me wit me
in the van got 00 gat wit me wit me wit me wit me
strong wit me wit me wit me wit me
gas wit me wit me wit me wit me
drank wit me wit me wit me wit me
lil wayne
uh pussy money weed with me
before you judge me i plead guilty
i wish a nigga would i wont get a splinter
just bought a chicken bout to break it down into chicken tenders
this block booming im not human
my drop zoomin’ my eyes boom and
one giant leap for mankind
im high as moon men how have you been
gun ain’t on my waist
but it aint that far away
im sparkling like some chardonnay
here today gone today
i play with pussy not these niggas
crucify these niggas
kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas
got lil wayne on her ass lil tunechi on her titties
to kill me you gotta die wit me wit me wit me wit me
4 ti
hey wayne wait man these niggas aint true
hold they own on the yard these niggas cant do
these niggas aint king these niggas aint tune
got the game locked up covered every angle
got the outside inside middle lane too
all sold up nigga hold up nigga
pimps on the loop put yo hoes up nigga
handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga
well hit that bitch run pole up in her
head and shoulders of another ho up in her
with the legs hangin’ out
is she dead just about
then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house
we leave out the house counting 00s and 50s
and go do a show for 50
we sell out arenas un hundreds of cities
these niggas want trouble im bringing it with me
hook ti
we aint playin got 00 racks wit me wit me wit me wit me
in the van got 00 gat wit me wit me wit me wit me
streets wit me wit me wit me wit me
she’s wit me wit me wit me wit me
hes wit me wit me wit me wit me
im wit you
we aint playin got 00 racks wit me wit me wit me wit me
in the van got 00 gat wit me wit me wit me wit me
strong wit me wit me wit me wit me
gas wit me wit me wit me wit me
drank wit me wit me wit me wit me
lil wayne
they aint fuckin wit me wit me wit me wit me
no they aint fuckin wit me wit me wit me wit me
yo ti
they aint fuckin with us pimp
ahhh
my bad i didn’t mean to scream
sorry
Artist: T I Featuring Lil Wayne
Year: 2013
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 666