LIL’ WAYNE feat. Nicki Minaj – Mercy

[Hook (x4)]
O-O-O-Okay
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat lambo with your girl
She tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drop it the floor make that dick shake
My home girls slurp it like a milkshake
All you niggas want some Nick cake
If you eat ass I got a thick plate

Weezy, Weezy don’t we do this very easy
I came from Trinidad on a temporary visa
Cause muthafuckers know I put the hex on bitches
I fuck a bitch over like I’m sexing bitches
Tic-tac-toe then I put the X on bitches
Point game I score who’s next you bitches
Cause all you niggas fake
And all you niggas broke
So all you niggas fuck you
All you niggas choke
Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes
So all you niggas toast
Cause all you deep throat word

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Fuck fuck your Lambo
Fuck fuck your Merce
I got more money
In in my fucking purse

Court side you in the C Section
I’m with them bloods you-you with the C Section
In Malibu I’m bout a sea section
And all these bitches is my sons
Yeah C-Section

I’m a Republican voting for Mitt Romney
You lazy bitches is fucking up the economy
Out in Miami I be chilling with a zombie
Diablo alejandro de mello gandhi

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I’m the shit turn your nose up
I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus
I threw some bad bitches on my private jet
If them bitches ain’t fucking give them parachutes
Walked up to a redbone like I’m the shit
Told her give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch
Yeah skate rebel gun at my waist level
Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O
I don’t do pussy niggas, but get the most pussy nigga
I’m popping purps I’m sipping lean
Smoking pot like cooking dinner
My homie T, roll up my blunt
Skinnier than Rex Ryan
I’m counting money I’m smoking plants
Call that shit math and science
Now suck dick, Trukfit
Snapback on your dog ass
These niggas broke like Mr. Glass
They don’t want none, Sister Act
Cause Young Money you bitch you
My weed louder than pimp suits
Your bitch swallow my pimp juice
Her pussy wetter than swim suits

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Swish, Michael
Phelps nigga in your ho
Coupe the color of Yoohoo
Rude boy free Buju
Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas
I been balling since 98
Fuck y’all I’d rather skate
Shoot you up in your database
I fell in love with drop tops
I fell in love with shotguns
Our guns bigger than cop guns
Y’all ain’t spitting, dry tongue
I like wet pussy, she like hard dick
Hard head make her soft fast
Tatted up from head to toe
Guess you can call me a marked man
Wayne soaring
All my whores is whoring
All you rappers is boring
Trukfit hat and some Jordans

[Hook]

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Rick Ross – John (If I Die Today)

From an Alien source are approaching from the sky, radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established, instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy

[Lil Wayne:]
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I’m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain’t cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain’t talking bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh

[Rick Ross:]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne:]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louie, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross:]
Big black niggas, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might be hot, swish!!
I’m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red 9-11 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof ’til he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross:]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne:]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne:]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox
Big bee’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don’t give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at nigga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Rick Ross:]
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
So don’t make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gonna bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini ’til I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, papi gave me 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape
Ain’t it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m Santa Claus
Niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble that’s the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
It’s a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up

[Lil Wayne:]
I’m not a star, somebody lied,
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Wyclef Jean – Operate On Me

Prada jeans… 300 dollars
Gucci slippers… 500 dollars
Spendin all your money to make these white folks rich… priceless

[Wyclef:]
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh… uhhh
Oh oh ohhh
Yahh…uhhh
Ohh… they said opposites attract… so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket… hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract… so here she is
With the master and a bachelor… she just became a doctor
Ohh… operate on me… i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin… i can’t make it thru the nite
Girl… operate on me i need that open heart surgery…
Cuz the way my heart is feelin… i can’t make it thru the nite

[Weezy:]
Pocket full of money and some dark shades… flow so current he can start waves
Game like butter he parkay… love me some head like chardays
Dropping quarters like the arcade… get high with my animals in our cage
And you can see us if you star gaze… creole boy baby i sautees
On your mark… ready… start place
Thats just you… makin my heart race
And i may be the opposite… but im’a let you operate

[Wyclef:]
Ohh… they said opposites attract… so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket… hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract… so here she is
With the master and a bachelor… she just became a doctor
Ohh… operate on me… i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin… i can’t make it thru the nite
Girl… operate on me i need that open heart surgery…
Cuz the way my heart is feelin… i can’t make it thru the nite

[Weezy:]
Yah… yah
And i know she want a d boy… so im’a pop up on her like (?)
I got that magic… like bruce leeroy
And if this isn’t it… then love has a decoy
Her body sicker than a retard… and i bet i got the medicine she need for it
And i bet i got the medicine to keep goin…
She shoots me with happiness… and i bleed joy
No ban aid for me boy… a loss of blood yah the girl got me weak boy
Yah i see you… and i see you… when i see you
Girl your the one… can i be two
And if your love is clear… then i see thru
Then they yell clear… and i pull thru
You saved my life… baby i would too
And they say…

[Wyclef:]
Ohh… they said opposites attract… so here i am
With my pistol in my pocket… hidden right under my jacket
Yah they said opposites attract… so here she is
With the master and a bachelor… she just became a doctor
Ohh… operate on me… i need that open heart surgery
Cuz the way my heart is feelin… i can’t make it thru the nite
Girl… operate on me i need that open heart surgery…
Cuz the way my heart is feelin… i can’t make it thru the nite
Oh… ohhhhhh

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Lil Mouse – Get Smoked

[Lil Mouse]
09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Wayne]
uh.
I’m rollin, all my niggas rollin,
Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan
I’m cuttin up like scissors
Comin down hard like blizzards
I’m getting head while giving head that’s a head on collision
I’m on a pain pill
I keep this shit trill
These niggas ain’t forreal, Like a fire drill
Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel
that bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills
I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone
Them niggas callin my phone, leave me alone
I’m lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro
Numbers don’t lie, except 5-0
Different color Trukfit shirts
You niggas pull down your skirts
If I die of these purp, put a bad bitch in my hearse
My hoes lift up they shirts, I’m high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of work, we Rob like Burke.
ugh

[Hook (x2)]
09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Mouse]
Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
My niggas rollin for for features; that bitch going, she a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit squad [?], yea nigga
.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
Glock 40 I’m tuckin it; I’m rolling with my hitters
I’ll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance
Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self
Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help
I’m a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self
Pistol hit his melon; it ain’t gone be nothing left

[Hook (x2)]
09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Wayne]
Runnin around with my gangstas, Runnin up in these yellow hoes
Everybody wanna fuck my bitch, her pussy lips like heaven doors
It’s pussy, money, and kush,
Skateboards and shrooms
These niggas think they the shit,
these niggas perfume
Hollygrove, so Hollygrove, all I know is Hollygrove
I’m sick with it, I’ve been diagnosed
We don’t cut the coke, that’s diet coke
These niggas broke, I’m paid in full
Blood gang, Red Bull
My tounge is like a surf board, and her pussy is like a wave pool
Tunechi!

[Hook (x2)]

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine – My Birthday

Yeah, it’s on
Basically..
I got the Streets and the boot with me
Dedication trois

[Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my shit!
Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch
I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I’m making chinese food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
“Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!”
Shawty won’t be on my team, she could cheerlead..
Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T
I make a snow angel
Y’all niggas squares, but aint got no angle
My shit’s so tight you can get strangled
It’s Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that “private plane clothes”
I’m taking off, going to another land
Call home, missus never going to another man
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I’m a lover man
Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue
I talk too much shit
I eat pussy and you suck dick

[Kidd Kidd]
They call me “Lil Nut” but my nuts aren’t the same
No homo, that’s how I came in the game
I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
The shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain
Told Lois Lane I can’t be a Super Mane
My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game
I’m back at the halftime like it’s just an ankle sprain
Ain’t no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors
It’s mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien
What planet is he from
Huh? Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Picture Buzz with the shotgun ?
All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud
We 7:30 livewires
Unplug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a nut-stain
I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes, who the fuck could complain?
Huh?

[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I’m styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo
Gudda, I’m the East gang schizo
It’s no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins
Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin
Let me get back in it, bitch
I just go head first, you be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
(give me shit)
My niggas Streets say “Kill them all!”
Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon
I’m just eating nigga, I’m getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on

[Mack Maine]
Talk reckless, I don’t give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
I come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain’t got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks
I’mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court, the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
It’s Mack Maine, ain’t shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like “bitch, what?”
My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My dick big, that’s why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis
He ain’t got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I’m a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee, I ain’t about discussing prices
Cause I ain’t tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I’m ?
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison
Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing
Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don’t make us start fucking rifling
Nigga really it go to fucking striking
We got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend
You catch me in Minnesota like I’m a Viking
I’m with every video vixen that you liking
I’m the reason your bitch dyking
Nigga dont want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd
He like this
How I get like this?
I pop a nigga, break something like Midas
Im trying to be modest, nigga, I’m honest
Young Money, Young fucking Money
And this is what I did for my birthday BITCH

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Little Brother – Breakin’ My Heart

Hey baby look here, I got this new song I wrote, it’s got that nice slow groove that everybody dancin’ to, and when I play it, it kinda remind me of me and you. I mean, there’s one more thing I want to talk about. It’s time for you to come home, everybody got their problems I’m dealing with mine. I done gave up them narcotics, I’m a changed man.

[Bridge:]
She loves me, she loves me not.

[Verse 1: Little Brother]
How many ways can I say I’m done fishin’.
You wanted the role, smash the audition.
Havin’ a partner for a man in my position eliminates the cooks in the kitchen.
Still I got a taste for that fast food, foreign cars, many women.
And some say it’s the life I was given.
I say it don’t matter if I work at Mc-E-D’s.
I still got a fix for what you got between ya knees.
On a new broad, you still one to one.
Every once in again I like havin’ some fun.
No disrespect intended but what’s done is done.
Women steppin’ out for love, men do what to come.
Not a playa like Pun, but when shorties get the grabbin’ on me.
The last thought I get is Koobie run.
To them girls wishin’ on a star that’s will stun.
But I gotta tell it like it is hun, one.

[Chorus x2: Lil Brother First, Lil Wayne Second]
She say she love me, won’t leave me, won’t ever let me go.
But if you’re thinkin’ of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin’ don’t go breakin’ my heart.

[Verse 2: Lil Brother]
We was high school sweethearts, talkin’ since we was teens.
Every morning, and every evening.
Ten years later she eatin’ that mean cuisine.
I’m on the field, straight gone of that creatine.
In the NFL which mean Not For Long.
City to city, all the groupies they hop along.
Word get back to wifey, she like “Stop the song,”
I’m takin’ the kids to my mommas, I’m out, I’m gone.
Momma was like Baby now I hate to see your tears.
But I’ve been with your daddy for ’bout 35 years.
And in my day I had to turn a blind eye to cheating.
But I ain’t never had to wear no black eye from beatings.
As long as he doing right, by you and your kids.
How you gon’ expect that man not to be who he is.
I ain’t sayin’ that it’s right but we often pay the price.
Cause a womens life is love, a mans love is life.
And he gon’ live it to the fullest, and I ain’t tryna pull you down or sound like a broken record.
But you should know by now that all niggas is dogs.
Better to have a rich pit then a broke german shepard.

[Chorus: x2]
She say she love me, won’t leave me, won’t ever let me go.
But if you’re thinkin’ of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin’ don’t go breakin’ my heart.

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I say I don’t have nothin’ if I don’t have you.
Like Shadai, we got the sweetest taboo.
And my game is skin deep, like your first tattoo.
I gets all in ya head just like shampoo.
I just wanna fuck with you like rude polices.
I don’t want a broken heart because I lose the pieces.
Hey, girl don’t play with my gangsta.
And have the boy blue like a Texas Ranger.
And I know cheaters never get crowned.
So I play “fair” like roller coasters and clowns.
You gotta hold ya soldier down.
Even when the war is lookin’ it is right around the corner.
And you don’t want to leave me, believe me.
Cause I could turn you on like a personal TV.
It’s young weezy, I know what ya thought.
But I’m just here to play my part, so don’t go breakin’ my heart.

[Chorus x2: Lil Wayne First, Lil Brother Second]
She say she love me, won’t leave me, won’t ever let me go.
But if you’re thinkin’ of leaving you need to let me know.
We better together then further apart, so darlin’ don’t go breakin’ my heart

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine – My Birthday

Yeah, it’s on
Basically..
I got the Streets and the boot with me
Dedication trois

[Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my shit!
Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch
I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I’m making chinese food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
“Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!”
Shawty won’t be on my team, she could cheerlead..
Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T
I make a snow angel
Y’all niggas squares, but aint got no angle
My shit’s so tight you can get strangled
It’s Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that “private plane clothes”
I’m taking off, going to another land
Call home, missus never going to another man
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I’m a lover man
Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue
I talk too much shit
I eat pussy and you suck dick

[Kidd Kidd]
They call me “Lil Nut” but my nuts aren’t the same
No homo, that’s how I came in the game
I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
The shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain
Told Lois Lane I can’t be a Super Mane
My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game
I’m back at the halftime like it’s just an ankle sprain
Ain’t no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors
It’s mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien
What planet is he from
Huh? Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Picture Buzz with the shotgun ?
All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud
We 7:30 livewires
Unplug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a nut-stain
I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes, who the fuck could complain?
Huh?

[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I’m styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo
Gudda, I’m the East gang schizo
It’s no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins
Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin
Let me get back in it, bitch
I just go head first, you be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
(give me shit)
My niggas Streets say “Kill them all!”
Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon
I’m just eating nigga, I’m getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on

[Mack Maine]
Talk reckless, I don’t give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
I come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain’t got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks
I’mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court, the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
It’s Mack Maine, ain’t shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like “bitch, what?”
My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My dick big, that’s why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis
He ain’t got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I’m a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee, I ain’t about discussing prices
Cause I ain’t tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I’m ?
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison
Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing
Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don’t make us start fucking rifling
Nigga really it go to fucking striking
We got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend
You catch me in Minnesota like I’m a Viking
I’m with every video vixen that you liking
I’m the reason your bitch dyking
Nigga dont want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd
He like this
How I get like this?
I pop a nigga, break something like Midas
Im trying to be modest, nigga, I’m honest
Young Money, Young fucking Money
And this is what I did for my birthday BITCH

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Gudda Gudda – It’s Young Money

[Gudda Gudda]
I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play
I could pay a visit to your block broad day
Fuck what ya’ll say I spit raw hard yay
Millz twisting up the sticky not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac truck
Sluts with us, fake tits and they asses fat
Gudda ain’t ya average cat, I’m something like a savage gat
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat
I’m sick of niggas garbage raps
I ain’t bout to battle rap
Grab the gat, hit em in his chest make a cabbage patch
I’m after that chedder cheese nigga
Where the cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda muthafucker there’ll be nothin’ after that
I’m bout to go HAM on this muthafucking track
In fact I’m better than a lot of niggas better get yo raps intact
See me on that big screen and think shits sweet
Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak
Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak
Or slide down a razor blade up shits creek, nigga

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it’s Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit sleep
It’s Young Money

(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne]
I’m talking big money bitch
Hammer stay cocked like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like a pimp make money like a mint?
Gettin money is the only time life make sense
People like me, but people like spiders
And spiders eat flies and you know what flies eat
And kids are the only ones that really blush
I’m real as fuck
I pull that thing and hit em up
That bullet travel hit a gut
Then hit ya fitted up
Hit ya whole city up
Hit ya while ya laying down
Shots leave ya sittin up
Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get a titty fuck
Right after I buss a nut I buss the gun get rid of her
Ya bunch of pussy’s having a pity party
My guns look like they in kindergarten
I’m the dirtiest seed in any garden
Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sergeant
The paralysed feel me, the blind see me
And the deaf can hear me
And the smart fear me
Wh-which side you on?
Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you home
Uhh

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it’s Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit sleep
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne]
Eagle street where them twenty’s go for 25
Bitch I’m a boss I got ya hoe in my assembly line
Here’s Weezy F and the F is for Finish line
I saved us from hip hop genocide
Medication in my cup because my flow sick
Got a syringe in my draws, call it dope dick
And my girls say you niggas can’t fuck with me
Check my footsteps look like there was couple me’s
We ain’t promised tomorrow but I feel immortal
Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto
I’m the real Zorro, Rest in peace Torro
And when I die, bury me in all Polo
Kanyeezy’s on my feet with two pony tails
Bitch I’m hotter than going to hell
Oh well and the money is my only mail
And I’m the God sippin’ syrup out the Holy Grail
Oh well
And you ain’t on shit, nigga you ain’t on shit
Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song bitch
I’m in that cherry tone six
I’m with a cherry tone bitch
And she got very strong lips
She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on bitch
And when you in my home bitch
You are coming out of your house of Dereon shit
Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list
I’m spittin like a long kiss
Live from the throne bitch

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda]
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB
Money Over Bullshit
Don’t Bullshit me

[Lil Wayne]
Hello World it’s Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can’t let the bullshit sleep
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We take money
It’s Young Money
(It’s Young Money)

It’s Young Money
We make money
Biatch

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Gudda Gudda – That’s What They Call

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some pussy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthafucking laker
I don’t love them hoes, fuck that pussy till its aching
Pass a bitch like Troy Aikman
Man, gangsta’s don’t die, gangsta’s go to Vegas
We don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
Muthafucking fools, like the first of fucking April
I aint never been a pussy, have you ever been in pussy
Thats so muthafucking good, feel like a treasure in a pussy
I’m a shovel in a pussy, or devil to them pussy
Spill the champagne on them pussies
Yeah, same shit different rest room
Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound
Ha, you would never guess who in my guest room
Now they saying “just me Tune!”

[Hook]
Tunechi, that what they call me man
Bitch dog muthafucker, you’s a Pomeranian
They say fuck me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name

And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
in my momma name…guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I’m smoked out, I’m by myself
Bitch, I’m a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It’s Young Money or it’s take money
Long hair don’t care, call me jake sully
Pay me or pay for me
I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
Momma pray for me
Goons spray for me
I have em bring me your head on a tray for me
Cut the brain raw, pussy ass nigga I’m at your chest like a training bra
Tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar
Pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservour
Real nigga repertoire
Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
Reportin’ live from the top of the food chain
We eatin man, now what my name?
Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man

[Hook]

[Gudda Gudda]
Gudda Gudda, double G, it’s all the same
The game aint never been the same since the Carter came
And I stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
Duck tap eon the handle of my pistol nigga
And I don’t spit no more I drool like a retarded man
Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
Dont you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, I’m sorry man
Young nigga with old school, game like an Atari man
Thats your ho callin’ man
I’m Gudda Gudda bitch, thats what they call me man

[Hook]

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Kidd Kidd & Mack Maine – She Bad

[Lil Wayne]
Met shawty up in Urban Outfitters
She killin’ these hoes now I’m murking out with her
Shit, I’m just tryna work it out with her
Got a gym at the crib now I’m working out with her
She heard about me, she heard of my niggas
She heard about you and she heard we out did ya
Yeah, you know what I’m talking bout nigga
If pussy is a house I’m a house nigga
She bad

[Kidd Kidd]
Yeah K-I double D
Got the baddest bitch like Trina with me
Yeah, my shawty bad, got them other hoes mad
She tell em get glad handle zip lock bags
Bad girl I’mma leather whip your ass
Have a seat in my detention class
Slam like Michael, jam like Michael
Man, shawty bad like Michael

[Mack Maine]
Met at the mall, walked in the store
Told her, hi, buy it all
Your boyfriend creep but baby I crawl
You got some pretty feet (well maybe I’ll call)
Hello, how you doing, she said she doing fine
Where ya baby daddy, she said he doing time
I said “that’s cool”, she said “that’s not”
She said “I’m cold”, I said “that’s hot”

Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)
Cause she bad (yeah)

Cause she bad (yeah)

[Lil Wayne]
Cause she bad to to marrow
Gone til tomorrow
I get to the point keep ya eye on the arrow
Ya boyfriend is zero, I Rob his Deniro
I ride rims wide and my tyres very narrow
My, I’m so fly like an eagle
Ask yo bitch, she reply like an echo
Yeaaah, and I’mma have to rehab
If I keep fucking with baby girl
Cause she bad
Cause she bad [repeated]

[Kidd Kidd]
I told ya she the baddest
Look at her ass standing out it’s outstanding
And she nasty to say she married him
Mother ain’t Marge but she sucking like Maggie
And I’m hood, I want you on top of the hood
You one bad ass lumberjack handling that wood
You too bad, tell me whats good
Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good

[Lil Wayne]
Because she’s too bad
She too bad
And she probably got a nigga in love with her
That’s too bad, I don’t care
Cause she bad, cause she bad
Cause she bad, cause she bad
cause she bad, cause she bad

[Mack Maine]
For President electioning, represent
Shawty can’t be heaven sent
Cause she bad, but we had a good time at ?
Now she sad cause I’m gone getting back to the cash
But its back, she’s bad, cause she bad like we bad
Now she glad cause we back and you mad cause she glad
Like yeeeah
I’ma have to rehab
If I keep fucking with baby girl
Like yeah and I’ma have to rehab
If I keep fucking with baby girl
Like yeah and I’ma have to rehab
If I keep fucking with baby girl

[Hook]

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Flow -Magic

[Verse 1: Flow]
Ah.. Pop another percocet, my flow is retarded
I think I got a birth defect
Highway to heaven Bow!
Where the fuck your chauffeur at?
These niggas softer than the pillows on my sofa set
I’m fighting myself cause
I don’t see no competition, I don’t write
I join that pistol make your face a composition
So please walk away before we stomp your ass
Everyday is halloween and
You can get your pumpkin smashed
The ones you think your friends is really
Your haters so just do me
A favor and don’t do me no favor
All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple
I put this together
I could’ve been a construction worker
Niggas looking funny but I’m just getting
Blunted and everybody’s wondering If
I’m really with Young Money
Well is a Pig Pussy Pork?
Do bears be shitting in the woods and wipe they ass with
A rabbit when they finish?
Turn my swagger super mean but my bitches bad too
And my flag bright red but my lower tab blue
Isn’t it Ironic I tell tunechi pass the chronic
Purple syrup yellow fanta you can call it Magic Johnson

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Gone off the shrooms, I’m stoned like tomb
Bitch, I do what I do like the groom
Looking death in the eyes, kissing fear on the lips
I’m so faded my nigga I’m bout to disappear in this bitch
Like poof, there go my roof
Pow, there go my hammer
Come around here stuntin’, get Jack like O’Lantern
Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches
If the best things in life are free then why the fuck we pay attention?
Uh, pockets on Neimans, I go dumb on dental dust
Two many pills, too many blunts
Two bitches named Such & Such
It’s Young Money we out chea, we turnt up
Bout that life, my pockets fat like Jack Black
If I go broke I’mma jack white
My bitch bad as fuck nigga, my goons bout that trigger play
Murk one of these soft niggas, now I’m in court for a pillow case
This is the magic show but Tune ain’t no trick ho
Fuck niggas no crystals, it’s me, flow, D4
Fishtailing out the parking lot like salmon
She swallowed all my kids, bitch we could of had a family
The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish
Smoke fire, spit fire
Puff the magic dragon
Tunechi!

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Gucci Mane – We Be Steady Mobbin’

[Lil Wayne:]
Man fuck these niggas
I’ma spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas
Take the knife off this AK and cut these niggas
Yeaah, and fuck these bitches, I swear I care about everything but these bitches, I don’t care, I “so what” these bitches and I put young mula baby way above these bitches,
If it ain’t broke don’t break it and if he ain’t shook, I’m gon shake em, I hope I don’t look weak cause when a wolf cry wolf, you still see that wolf teeth muthafuckaa.

Futuristic handgun, if you act foul you get 2 shots and one, I’m at your face like lancome, hehe, you niggas softer than Rosanne son.
Hey, you cannot reach me on my samsung, I’m busy fucking the World and giving the Universe my damn tongue, crazy muthafucker I am one, but the crazy thing is, I began one, all white bricks, I’m straight like it’s jumpin back to 36 nicka! big house, long hallways, got 10 bathrooms I can shit all day nigga

[Chorus:]
And we don’t want no problems, ok your a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin, yeah, n Kane on the beat, I fuck around and leave a niggas brains on the street, (ooooh) now pop dat pussy, I bring her to my bedroom to pop dat pussy, uh huh and we be steady mobbin, oh kimosabi, big ballin is my hobby.

[Gucci Mane:]
What the fuck is up, it’s gucci mane the G, dats titty boy no pity boy big scarcity no city boy, So icey So No nike boy but just gucci, louis, prada, excuse me gucci mane keep shittin on me why that boy keep buyin jewelry East Atlanta cockin hammas bandanas on car antenas no we do not talk to strangers, just cut off these niggaz fanguz Gucci’s armed and dangerous cocaine, codeine, and angel dust, This AK-47 will hit chu errwhere from the ankle up Clips same size as Nia Long, Clips long as a pringles can 4.5. Desert Eagle on me You would think I’m a eagles fan Toni Braxton sniper rifle make you never breath again Fuck that nigga Kill that nigga bring him back kill him again

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeahh. The, the money is da motive, fuck with da money it get ugly as coyote, ok I’m reloaded, better pull it if you tote it, I buy a pound, break it down and put it in a stogie. Swagga so bright I don’t even need light, I’m with a model broad she don’t even eat rice, but would you believe it she dikes and she asked me for a pitcher so I gave her 3 strikes.

I’m da man around this muthafucker, I’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this muthafucker, this rap game I got my hand around this muthafucker, yeah I said game, but I ain’t playing around this muthafucker.
yeah I’m da best to ever do it bitch, and you the best at never doing shit, if you da shit then, I am sewer rich, try me I’ll have your people reading Eulogies I swear you can’t fuck with me, but I can fuck your girl and make her nutt for me then slut for me then kill for me, than steal for me and of course it’ll be your cash, then I’ll murda dat bitch and send her body back to your ass.

[Chorus]

Ahh, man suck my clip, swallow my bullets and don’t you spit oooooooo, I am da hip hop socialist, life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips, do you want a dose of this I will make da most of this, F is for ferocious, murder your associates, the top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong, keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on, weezy.

[Chorus]

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Birdman – So Dedicated

Uh, She so sophisticated
She’ll catch a nigga nut and then refrigerate it
I wear a rubber and we fuck till we get hydrated,
I pull it out, bust on her face and call her cry baby
I kiss her neck, I kiss her stomach and then I kiss that pussy,
And then I eat it from the back, but I don’t do crack
And then I get this monster hard and ask her where to put it?
She tell me Tunechi hit it raw, I tell that bitch you crazy
Don’t want no HIV, don’t need that honey, move to vegas?
It’s YMCMB, the fuckin’ alpha and omega
The presidential Double R, call it Ronald Reagan
I fuck yo bitch we cum together, call that congregating
I be balling on these Niggas, Sports Illustrated
Tough in the streets, but you in a court with a statement.
Ain’t that a bitch? Man, kill everybody but the babies
Give that bitch nigga the blues till he fuckin navy
Uh…

Man I be riding around with that yoppa,
I pop a nigga like..
All you hoes get topless
Suck this dick till its spotless
Too many hoes I got options
I ain’t never trippin’, you can ask bitch.
I’ma send em back with her pussy lips looking just camel lips
You fuckin with some real niggas, blow your fuckin head off
They say life is a bitch, I hope that bitch a red bone.
All I know is get money, bitch aint gettin shit from me.
Fuck a six pack, six bullets give you six stomachs
Tell her how that pussy taste
She’s been eating pineapples
Throw it back like a Quaterback
Hit that ass like a Linebacker
Put that pussy on me
We caught up in the moment
AK with a hair trigger
Nigga don’t make me comb it
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas
Some of my homeboys job is to kill niggas
Yea, cause I’m still on probation
Write yo name on the bullet thats a dedication
4…

LIL’ WAYNE feat. Detail – No Worries

[Hook: Detail]
You can look me in my face (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]
You see money right there, yeah that’s Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that’s Mack Maine right there, and we ain’t got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this bitch, e’rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I sent them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It’s ok if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured
She sorry I didn’t shave so that pussy is a little furry
I put that pussy in my face I ain’t got no worries
Tunechi

[Hook: Detail]

[Verse 2: Lil Wanye]
We ain’t got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry
She say why you asking questions I say bitch you trynna be funny
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see your donkey kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bars
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit would be a long story

[Hook: Detail]

LIL’ WAYNE – Talk 2 Me

Now shorty let’s get down to business
If you want it, you can get it
All you gotta do is hit me and it’s on
I know it’s been a minute, and you ain’t got time for gimmicks
But I’m comin’ to my senses, I was wrong (I was wrong)
But when you roll like me, on your own like me
You gonna wake up all alone and you will see, see, see
I’m at an all time low, we don’t talk no more
‘Cause I want you back, I need you girl, that’s all I know

Now talk to me, talk to me, talk
Walk with me, walk with me, walk
I know these things that we said
How can we stop and leave all?

How can we ruin something so perfect, so fluent?
We was young, we was dumb, we ain’t know what was doing
But now that we older, older
Lets take these things slower, slower
Reset the button, button
And start it all over, over
I cannot stop what I feel, you ain’t a notch in my belt
I ain’t gonna lie to you girl, I want you all to myself
And forgive for being stingy though
Take you all the places that you swear you never been before
Why is this so difficult? This should be the easy part
Believe me if you need me, ain’t no way we finna keep apart

No matter where I go, no matter who I’m with
I always think of you, ’cause baby you the shhh
I love your body, girl, there’s no denying that
I will not rest, I will not sleep, like an insomniac
I keep you up all night, you know I get it right
I give it to you fast or slow, or any way you like
So give it one more chance
Now how you want it,
If we pick up where we parted
We can finish what we started, girl…

LIL’ WAYNE – Wasted

Rock star lifestyle might not make it,
President got him in the White House naked,
Looked at the clock and it said right now,
Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial,
Pelle tele dutche, wine in my tall glass,
Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass,
Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back,
Bugatti matte black, where they do that at?
South beach Miami hoe, I’m probably with tammy toe,
My life is a video and the women want they cameo,
I just want them panties hoe & I’m higher than geranimo,
And I got them tools, tell em boys to get mechanical,
Now pop that pussy like a four four,
I turn her round and bend her over like a low blow,
It’s Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest,
We don put the other niggas on a hiatus,
Beat ya bitch with a pump if she deny data,
Cause I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter,
I’ll make my girl cum first then I’ll arrive later,
I shake your pussy’s up, I’m her vibrator, haha,
Keep getting money like hell yeah,
This shits so good it don’t even smell bad,
And you can tell dad, that I’m muthafucker,
You niggas bet not slip, ice road truckers,
Like Paul Barrow, choppa stupid long,
New Orleans nigga, I get super Dome,
Loyal to the game, the game been good to me
Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me,
We on nigga, let let them hoes know,
Young Money lay em down like old folks,
You coming with it, we coming for it,
Plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit,
Real shit people, now just absorb it,
I try to pay attention but ya’ll mad boring,
And I got so much swag I need an ad for it,
And I don’t like to brag so my bitches brag for me,
Oh she a good girl, I got her transforming,
She give me hot head, I call it global warming,
If we don’t do it dog, let’s do it now,
I am more animal then the zoo allow,
Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while,
You n-ggas little league, call em Curaco*,
Energizer money, it keep going,
I’m laid up, I’m free throwing,
Who rebounding, who gives a shit,
Fuck dat, I got 27 years of this,
Hit or miss, I hit your misses,
You are local news, I’m 60 minutes,
I hit the target, I hit the witness,
I work out in my office, guess I’m fit for business,
Too many visions, completed missions,
Still icin out crosses, keep it christian
We consistent, the streets commend it,
Weezy F baby, the F is for Forensics,
From start to finish, Usain Wayne,
Ok ya doing your thing,
The things change, you plain Jane,
I’m diverse, I say the World second,
And I get high first,
I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet,
Bitch I bring the noise, where the lions sleep,
Your flow never wet, like grandma pussy,
I’m always good, like grandma cookies,
Yeah call me the screen or the swine fixer,
It’s going down like the Catalina wine mixer,
She going down like the hands on my time ticker,
I’m always strapped, Vietnam nigga,
We are fine nigga, like Amber Rose,
We ball nigga, like Jalen Rose,
Better tell them hoes,
I got a million flows,
Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes,
Young Money baby,
And the building grows as we look up,
Where did the ceilings go?

LIL’ WAYNE – We Come And See About It

Came in the game as a youngin, signed wit cash money,
Pocket full of money, niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin,
See ya ass in public it’s a whole notha subject,
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it,
And i’m on the streets with it, i’m on the streets with it,
See from where i come from you gotta be about it,
And if u want it want it we come and see about it

[verse 1:]
Uhh it’s weezy baby like the last shit
A big car and a bad bitch, uhhhh soo fly i need an ass kick
These niggas ballin by accident uhh, keep talkin nigga fuck up ya body
Send ya home and tell ya mom it was an acciden,
Uhh i’m a g till the casket drop on my glasses, fast money i’m the fastest,
I got that hustlers pasion ya knoww, dem boys back at the ass end
I’m at the bank tryna cash in aye

[chorus:]
Came in the game as a youngin signed wit cash money pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin
See ya ass in public it’s a whole notha subject
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it
And i’m on the streets with it, i’m on the streets with it,
See from where i come from you gotta be about it,
And if u want it want it we come and see about it

[verse 2:]
It’s been murda bitch i make a killin,
Insurance papers in the safe money in tha ceiling,
I got pillow case full of pistols
Come throught a nigga house and aim at the pillows,
Uhh wake up wake up fuckin with them boys u can wake up taped up,
Ya dig now gon’ an drink that lake up
Stick em in the trunk let em feel that bass pump
Deez niggas is nuts man that m14 leave you physically fucked
Deez niggas is ducks well you can call me scrooge because i’m swimmin in bucks
Bitch

[chorus:]
Came in the game as a youngin signed wit cash money pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin,
See ya ass in public and it’s a whole notha subject
Man they just talkin bout it they just talkin bout it,
And i’m on the streets with it i’m on the streets with it
See from where i come from you gotta be about it,
And if u want it want it we come and see about it okay

[verse 3:]
Yea yea to hot to cold, red hot blue cold, yea i knock ya melon out ya fruiit bowl
All my guns black i got true soul yeah and i call my coupe the black panther
Blat… blat… blat thats the gat anthem, and if a nigga play with family for that matter
Imma smoke so many niggas imma catch cancer, and if i step up out this benzo
U know i’m commin with a gun like a nintendo
They soft them niggas fallin when the wind blow and i’m rollin up my window
Fuck em

[chorus:]
Came in the game as a youngin signed wit cash money pocket full of money
Niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin
See ya ass in public and it’s a whole notha subject
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it,
And i’m on the streets with it, i’m on the streets with it
See from where i come from you gotta be about it
And if u want it want it we come and see about it

LIL’ WAYNE – Wish You Would

[Verse 1]
I’m looking up at heaven, hoping my niggas made it
While I’m tryna get them demons, out of my demonstration
I’m like fucking right I’m flexing on these pancake ass niggas
These niggas must be nuts, I castrate these niggas, pause
Then she stuck out her tongue
Well since you act like a dog I’mma fuck you like one
I got this Tec in my draws, and I murder for fun
Man all these niggas the same, it’s like we watching re-runs
And I am salt in the wound, I am soap in ya eye
These bitches thinkin’ they fly, I tell em’ roaches can fly
Even at my low bitch I’m high, I’m tryna stay focused I’m fine
But if I crack one of these niggas like a glow stick he shine
But it’s TrukFit: skate or die, them bitches wasting my time
And when they ask me where I’m from I say the Great State of Mind
OK that loud got me stanky, that lean got me cranky
They tell me think it over over and I end up over-thinking, yeaagh!

[Bridge]
Cause I don’t know how fake feel nigga
Cause all my life I’ve been a real nigga
Yeah all my life I’ve been a real nigga
Kidnap yo wife, fuck her and still kill her
Yeah and I don’t wanna take pills nigga
But it’s either that or take chances nigga
Run up on you, click-clack: pay yo taxes nigga
We bout that action, these niggas action figures

[Verse 2]
Uhh, Young Money on another level
I like her pussy tighter than my fucking schedule
Man I love hitting yo bitch, like a Lucky Seven
I’m running this shit, you niggas running errands
Money ain’t shit to me
I smoke all these niggas, call it Niggatine
Yellowbone pussy, uh lemon squeeze
I ain’t too proud to beg, so nigga please
Fake ass, bitch ass
You faker than yo bitch ass
We good, bitch bad
Fat mouth, slim chance
I see you niggas hatin’, with ya hatin’ ass
I’m just lightin’ up, like laser tag
Chopper clips is too long, send you back to where you came from
Yeah, pussy niggas get banged up, I wish you would give a name up
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
They find yo motherfucking body in the woods nigga
We on that good nigga, we ain’t no G.O.O.D niggas
You niggas stand under me, understood nigga?
D4

LIL’ WAYNE – Same Damn Tune

Tunechi, Drama, same time
Can only be Dedication
Turn the music up in my headphones

[Verse]
Uh, I’m wildin’ out on my skateboard, she ridin’ dick like race cars
My blunt longer than Spaceballs, I’m gettin’ higher than quasars
I beg your pardon, I egg your noggin, got Nin up in my glove compartment
I’m so short, yellow bus retarded, my flow hard and these niggas coughin’
I’m Tunechi, I do me, smoke doobies, tote uzis
I make that bitch cum ’til she come to a conclusion
I’m illest, an illusion, I got B’s like a student
Bitch I am not a human and this dick is therapeutic
She say, “Tunechi give that dick to me, smoother than a symphony”
Two bad bitches at the same time, symmetry
Murder you no sympathy, got metal like olympians
Tee put the weed in the blunt like a parentheses
Fuck y’all niggas I’m gettin’ me, is you kiddin’ me?
That big booty, them pretty feet
Them swishas’ sweets with that purp
Church — with the preach
That red-boned get licked to sleep, she’ll wake up and get dicked to sleep
Pickled meat, freaky deak, I test these niggas with a cheat-sheet
Her clit look like a jelly bean, I’m on that promethazine
Blow your ass to smithereens, kush strong like Mr. Clean
I’m a king I have a dream, money flippin’ trampoline
Money flippin’ balance beam, fresher than the prince, the king, and the queen
That’s your bitch if my celly ring and I kiss her belly ring
Put that dick up in her spleen, I shine like afro sheen
And I eat pussy, she suck dick at the same damn time
That’s a 69, then pass it to my slime
I’m skatin’ and rappin’ at the same damn time
I said I might retire, but y’all know I be high
I did that time, I paid that fine
Fuck around and go to jail for the same damn crime
For the same damn crime? Na, murder this time
Potato on the end of the barrel, french fries
I’m rich bitch, Trukfit in Macy’s!
And you pussy niggas hatin’ like a racist
Totally dude, I’m white boy wasted
She can’t wait to take her drawers off like braces
Yeah, Scooby got another one, smokin’ on that bubble gum
Two dutch bitches, double dutch, I’m the shit, bubble guts
Nigga get your duffles up, don’t know whether it’s love or lust
Tell that ho to suck it up, she got lips like rubber ducks
That pussy whack, I’m one and done, trouble some I’m troublesome
Got two bitches off twitter, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum
Single ladies, double cuffs, I’m tighter than a cummerbund
Smokin’ on that strong, my blunt a fucking muscle punk
Tunechi

[Outro]
And I’m gone
Hahaha, yeah, Dedication 4 hoe
Future fuck with me!

LIL’ WAYNE – Sasaraf

[Verse 1]
Bitch better have my money
Don’t test me muthafucker I study
And wifey keep tellin’ me the pills gon kill me
Fucking up my sperm count and she want children
Back on my bullshit, I’m back on my bullshit
I’m a dead man walking, follow my footprints
Scared, go to Church, I shoot at the pulpit
My girl pussy sweeter than a whatdyamacallit
I don’t worry ’bout ‘em, I say hi hater
I throw you off the top of a skyscraper
5 borough, we go bozo
And I’d rather be poor before a popo
Don’t come down here, if you ain’t from down here
Fuck around and get stuck like gum down here
And that vest won’t help cause I’m aiming at your scalp
And all my underwear say Ralph

[Chorus]
And all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck
Skate and smoke and rap
And all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck
Skate and smoke and rap
Now let me see you kick flip, kick flip, kick flip kick flip, kick flip, kick flip
I got your bitch dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped

[Verse 2]
I got a call and nigga it’s my sweetie
5 bones in her mouth spell Weezy
Bitch, monkey on that dick
And I ain’t no magician so I never let her trick
Man light up that swisha
Punch ‘em in the kisser
Kidnap his mom and fuck her like Stifler’s
Tatted everywhere man these hoes love a nigga
Glock with a magazine, do you want the cover nigga
I’m, I’m in that Truckfit
I’m in that pussy and I beat that like a drumstick
Top stupid and I put you on a milk carton
Or I just shoot you in the back, handicapped parking
Yeah, my gun pow like a saw
If you don’t want beef, milk the cow cowboy
And tell them snitches I’m rat poison
Pussy muthafucka

[Chorus]
All I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck
Skate and smoke and rap
Man all I do is skate and smoke and rap and fuck
Skate and smoke and rap
Now let me see you kick flip, kick flip, kick flip kick flip, kick flip, kick flip
I got your bitch dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped dick whipped, dick whipped, dick whipped