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Ok, Gucci backpack, fresh black Adidas
I'm rolling on a pill, rolling up some reefers Declining all the Keishas, replying to the Kims Still knocking boots like hammers on timbs I'm a motherfucker baby, Weezy F. Baby Yeah I get it wet and I keep it wet baby I can make a dyke say she leaving that lady I can make a lady say she leaving that pussy ass nigga That gave her that baby, now she with Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby Hahaha, Weezy F. Baby, hahaha, yeah, Whatcha gon', whatcha gon', whatcha gon' do? When Nina Ross come and put that pussy on you You probably still a virgin, I'mma bust your cherry And I'mma come through in something so cherry And I'm sittin' on Pirellis, pumpin Machiavelli Showed you girlfriend my house she think I live in a telly Just bought a jet I'm 'bout to take that bitch to L.A. Bitch I never met I'm 'bout to meet that bitch in L.A. Ooh, I'm feeling myself, I'm so fly shawty think I really fly stealths I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths And I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks 'Cause I don't see them on anybody Got the Semi by me for anybody Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown Eastside, I'm lighting up two blunts at one time And I thank God I can say fuck one time I'm sippin' out of two cups at one time And I thank God I can say fuck one time Fuck one time, fuck one time, fuck one time, thank God Loui V. bag, all black hammer Loui V. shoes with the Loui bandana The Loui phone case with the sidekick case Might put L.V. on the side of my bitch face Man I'm a dog, I go so hard Man I'm a dog, 'bout to come in your yard 'Bout to, 'bout to cum in your lady Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby, hahaha And Young Mula Baby, can't forget that How would you do that? I beat that track 'til that bitch be black It's Weezy F. the monster, even F your mama Even ex your mama, leave you next to mama You are so pussy gonorrhea's your aroma Blind gynecologist could see that your vagina Me, me, me turn beef to bologna And you go around me like a Honda Better yet she ride me like Travis Pastrana Fuck the X Games, it's ecstasy games Show me a mirror 'cause I'm so glad to meet Wayne And I'm feeling myself, So fly shawty think I really fly stealths But I'm so paid shawty I could really buy stealths But I'm feeling my belt, I'm feeling my sneaks 'cause I ain't never seen them on anybody Got the Semi by me for anybody Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown Eastside! |
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| 3. |
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You know what it is
Its your boy back in the building This right here is one of them, one of them You know what im talkin bout [Chorus] Down Here we got a different kind of hustle Grind like a mothafucker, get it from the muscle Rain sleet and snow aint but 2 things can touch us Penitentiary and bein dead a mothafucka Down Here we got a different kind of hustle Grind like a mothafucker, get it from the muscle Rain sleet and snow aint but 2 things can touch us Penitentiary and bein dead a mothafucka [Petey Pablo] Carolina ??? I straddle the border I look hard up at my son and the south at my daughter Sink into my lemonade is my tar river water And a half a bag of sugar i aint even got ta stir it I parked the car away from curb cause i dont deserve it You aint kickin me nowhere youngin im now in my 30s Hold your pant dirty dog i can hadle that for ya Just a big just a bad thats a ??? Got so much shit on my mind boy its best to keep walkin Especially if you have a fuck nigger mentality problem I got a problem solver right here, look like a revolver Once it start revolving dog there aint too much there to stop it Shot at weezy alcwheezy know the path that im on When they see walkin I was by myself in New Orleans How many miles you think it is for cacilac to New Orleans So you know this fuckin boy here got some miles on hm dont he [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Young Money Look Im from New Orleans where a nigger is a target 9 is expensive and a murder is a bargain You aint from the city nigga stay within the margin Right now Im in the Royce got quad at home chargin Large and in charge yeah I be that beat And yeah Bush still wrong like 3 left feet And yeah the kush still strong and the hoes still work The toilets stopped up but the stove still work 30-30 lookin like a pole in my shirt You fuckin with my cake ima turn you to dessert You give that boy a shovel and you put him to the dirt Now you are just a baby in the sternum of the earth Yeah I told Pete it's nothin send a track Heard it one time, killed it sent it back Wake up and smell the crack If you've been through New Orleans, youve been through hell and back. Boy [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Started at the corner store, then i wanted more I went and bought a 44, look im ready to roll I aint with the nonsense ridin with them convicts Tryin to get my mom rich see daddy never done shit Down Here, we eat steaks on the first of the month We flip work convertible and purposeful blunts Whip it the the kitchen, call it the hell hole Im on the cell phone, look another ho 12 gone Pushin the mercedes benz, its a necessity Embezzle me, I know the secrets to the recipe I feed the block, i satisfy their taste buds Champagne body case all you niggas Down Here we got a different kind of hustle Grind like a mothafucka slipin im a touch ya Ima tell you once bitch, your fuckin with the boss Show love to my nigga Petey Pete and Rick Ross [Chorus] |
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| 0:47 |
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[Lil Wayne]
Um, she say "what's happening?" I say "wassup wassup" She ask "whats up with me" I say "whats up with us" I say "what's really good?" I say "what's really good?" I put my love down She say "it's really good" She sya "it's feeling good" I say "I'm feeling better" I make her say my name in CAPITAL LETTERS I'm a nasty guy Dont ask me why Just ask me how and I'll show you proud Her head is gone, she's in the clouds And when she rains, man she pours down And I be the fella without an umbrella Ma, you finer than a wine cellar |
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[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
See me, I'm focused man But my girl don gon' snappy Stuntin' like her daddy Vroom on the Yamaha She ride me like a Kawasaki I call her lil buddy Sometimes I call her shawty She only wears dresses She sleep in Ed Hardy Ya digg hah It's Young Weezy the 80's baby And we can get together, make 80 babies Now the house brand new The car brand new But your still the same old you [Chorus - RL] I want a girl like her That'll stay down for me Everything that I need That'll put me first Here for better or worse I wanna a girl like her Somebody that'll look like her Somebody that can cook like her Sex is off the hook like her On everything I need a girl like her [Verse 2 - RL] I need somebody that'll always send my bag Somebody that'll keep me on track When I feel the weight of the world on me I need somebody like this She gotta handle her business Know how to hold my interest Be there in an instant I'm looking for you [Chorus - RL] I want a girl like her That'll stay down for me Everything that I need That'll put me first Here for better or worse I wanna a girl like her Somebody that'll look like her Somebody that can cook like her Sex is off the hook like her On everything I need a girl like her [Verse 3 - RL] She's gotta have her head on straight My escape from the every day Things to deal with Someone to chill with I can build with Something real with Not that everyday in the club Need more than the average one Something special Extra exceptional Freaky sexual [Chorus - RL] I want a girl like her That'll stay down for me Everything that I need That'll put me first Here for better or worse I wanna a girl like her Somebody that'll look like her Somebody that can cook like her Sex is off the hook like her On everything I need a girl like her [Bridge - RL] If you get your own money If you got your own crib If you got good credit And you handle your biz Sing along with this Talking to you Uh [Chorus - RL] I want a girl like her That'll stay down for me Everything that I need That'll put me first Here for better or worse I wanna a girl like her Somebody that'll look like her Somebody that can cook like her Sex is off the hook like her On everything I need a girl like her [Outro - RL] Talking to you I'm looking for somebody like her Could you be her? Could you be her? Yeah |
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| 4:05 |
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| 8. |
| 1:17 |
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Hey, yo i don't give a fuck who with em
I want em all dead Let the mack eleven conversate with his forhead I wanna see your thoughs splattas Bitch i put this uzi in ya mouth And squeeze the trigga like a fat ass Shoot em in the fucking face Chainsaw em down Streets tell em what it is "execution style" Layin chest down, Broke his arms Get his dome too Guess i'll see ya next life time like "buy-do" I decorate your fucking outfit with red dots No photographers in here But we specilize in Head shots Jae won't miss ya Mister i'm like adolf hitler Nigga i'll shindler's list ya Goodnight i'll let the AK long kiss ya Muder all ya loved ones but no one will miss ya 'course i got mudder money Like we're sellin blanco Lay a nigga down pronto, execution style I aint grow em soft, I grow loud Neva gave a fuck, and i don't give a fuck now Bitch nigga play me wrong And ima shoot em down Kill his whole motha fucking family Execution style I aint grow em soft, I grow it loud Neva gave a fuck, and i don't give a fuck now Bitch nigga play me wrong And ima shoot em down Kill his whole motha fucking family Execution style 2 clickers pointed at cha 6 pack Click, clack Turn this motha fucka to a rib shack Exit wounds to the back of ya head Put the pillow on the barrel Catch you nappin in bed Execution is no resolution 21 gun salute, revolution I could getcha brains for the low Like i got it from a booster You pussy in the gun, gonna douche ya Catch you waking up while you yawning The nine with the beam Rise and shine, goodmornin Spaghetti on ya garments Pasta your posture Cook em like a foreman Crack em like a lobster Pop star, mop em Stand on top of em Point blank range till ya not Then i pop em Rock em, drop em Two hallow tips to ya noggin Kill em execution style Nigga no problem I aint grow em soft, I grow loud Neva gave a fuck, and i don't give a fuck now Bitch nigga play me wrong And ima shoot em down Kill his whole motha fucking family Execution style I aint grow em soft, I grow it loud Neva gave a fuck, and i don't give a fuck now Bitch nigga play me wrong And ima shoot em down Kill his whole motha fucking family Execution style Somebody, Nobody, Yo Buddy Nail your head with nobody Oh I didn't wanna step to me I'm from the home of the steppers And no one take time out, I'm like new orleans like weather Every so devious, mean and mischievous We all gotta eat, And im the mothafuckin' greediest Check my previous, im the hardest, They the easiest They wanna know what Weezy is And what kinda disease he is I cant be cured, ya cant cure Gotta scope and a red beam for when i aint sure Peek-a-boo muthafuka i see ya You a pussy, And i would love to be gonneria Straight run up in your casa tie up mama-mia Let her getchu on the phone, Gun will hurt of the ear I ain't playing right now, No not right now I'll shot you in your muthafukin smile Hahaha I aint grow em soft, I grow loud Neva gave a fuck, and i don't give a fuck now Bitch nigga play me wrong And ima shoot em down Kill his whole motha fucking family Execution style I aint grow em soft, I grow it loud Neva gave a fuck, and i don't give a fuck now Bitch nigga play me wrong And ima shoot em down Kill his whole motha fucking family Execution style |
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| 4:06 |
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I got papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, papercuts Gettin this (money) Spending this (money) Counting this (money) Gettin this (repeated) [Lil Wayne] Young Money Weezy, B-gang bi-otch Abstract artist, call me Basquiat Bad Ass Carter, f-ck ya bitch harder Wild n-gga, make her give me brains like Harvard I don't play at all, ball like a small foward Keep a buncha bitches like Ray J Norwood Flow so sick, I hear the beat and get nauseous Then I just kill it, turn this bitch into a carcass Live in Miami, I aint never see a dolphin You come to New Orleans, fuck around and see a coffin N-gga got power like a f-ckin' Mighty Morphin Get money more than often, my loft in- Atlanta, and I got a cabana And I got a banana-clip up in the cannon Big dog shittin' on all you cocker-spaniels I just keep shootin' like I'm flippin' thru the channels Tunechi [Chorus] [Fiend] I'm a residue rapper, potato chip crack daddy You cockroach rhyming I spit that (?) And while I'm after more like give me Fitted all red like I came down a chimney And how I murder rappers I know God won't forgive me (forgive me) Flow automatic not semi And you getting by with yours like 1 kidney I gets busy, voice like (?) Counting money in the tele like (?) I'ma need a meaner and I do it double Send it up to Lucas, start it on the hustle Yeah I hustle (?) I got a few dollars even bailed out the ride (?) [Chorus] [Mystikal] [End] I know, I know. This isn't exactly complete. I started the Fiend verse then realised I don't even understand him or Mystikal so feel free to drop there verse's in comments and I will update. But I know you only came to this page to read the Weezy lyrics so don't complain! lol. |
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| 6:24 |
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| 13. |
| 3:45 |
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[Verse One - Lil Wayne]
Okay, Boston Red Sox cap, I get baseball money Used to do it big, but now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black chucks Hollywood shotgun, watch me make you act up Saints cap, new car, paint that if it ain't black Red light, press a button, make the top think back That was tough, so are us, no such thing as sober up You close minded, I shoot you in the head I bet you open up High yellow women with her hair to her ass Bring her home, fuck her like a belt then I crash, And when it comes to head, I get that head of the class I got them green backs like I laid on the grass Lucci be my nigga, the east is up the building Young Mula bait, the blanks already filled in Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull Weezy baby nigga I ain't just good muthafucka I'm... [Chorus: Lucci Lou] I'm Goooooood I'm Goooooood I'm Goooooood I'm Goooooood I'm Goooooood [Verse Two - Lucci Lou] Yea, Still no job bitch, but I ain't hurtin' Phone still ringin' so I'm still workin' Got coke for a starters drink if you still slurpin' Even got a couple pills if your back hurtin' Uhh, they call me Mister Pharmaceutical I'm getting money every time I'm in the studio, I'm getting money bitch even when I do a show I get the money even if I have to sue a hoe That's how the game go, eastside play it cold We love the new coupes, we love our necks froze You could'nt beat me if you could Weezy baby, Lucci Lou and we good... [Chorus] |
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