LIL’ WAYNE – My Homies Still

[Lil Wayne]
Man fuck ya’ll with a sick dick
Semi automatic no click click, we don’t feel you
Like an elephant, getting fucked with a tick dick
Little nigga with a thick bitch, and before I fuck this bitch
I gotta put that patch over my third eye, slick rick
Trukfit, t-shirt, talk second, skeet first
Boy your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first
She give me brain, research, and I prefer reefer
But if you want some coke, that’s cool, cause my homies still

(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)

Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

[Big Sean]
OK, my girl’s and cars both skirt off
I like the pussy so wet that I can surf off
In the hot spot cause a nigga never chilling
I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches
Boy, I overgrind, overshine, ain’t another nigga over Sean
I’m getting paid, it’s over time, I’m rolling pine
I’m so divine, I’m west side, west side, dark glasses on
Like I’m going blind, looking like Eazy E, it’s just me
And lil weezy wee, get off my dick

Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

[Lil Wayne]
I’m east side, them haters nodding gone west,
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckas going deaf
Weezy F, I’m eastside at them haters nodding gone west, my niggas pumpin so much bass (pump that bass)
Tunechi, tunechi, tunechi I don’t love em hoes
Got so much coke, you gon need another nose man
I just played my hand, but I am not the dealer
You see I got them teardrops, I cry your ass a river
Got that Trukfit t-shirt, listening to Rebirth
I skate until my feet hurt, Hot Boy, free Turk
Pussy for desert, put your ass beneath earth
And I don’t sell drugs, but if you need work, my homies still

Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

[Big Sean]
Wow, ok, boy this is what I do do
Got your sister dancing not the kind that’s in a tutu
Got me in control, no strings attached, that’s that vodoo
She say can’t nobody do it better, I tell her true true, yeah bitch true true
My my my bro bro bro say, these bitches ain’t shit
I got the girl you came with, and the girl she came with
She leaking and dripping, woah there
I might just come slipping and have your misses wanna go missing
And she addicted to my what dick did, boy I get it

(Lil bitch!)
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
(lil nigga make my)
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

[Lil Wayne]
I’m east side, them haters nodding gone west,
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckas going deaf
Weezy F, I’m eastside, my nigga Sean from the west,
My niggas pumping so much bass,

Yea
Uhhh
Young Mula
Truk your girl

LIL’ WAYNE – Need Some Quiet

[Chorus]
Mama you wine fine
Mama you… mama you..
Mama… mama you wine fine
We need some quiet time [x3]
Mama you wine fine
Mama you wine fine
And on the hush hush, we need some quiet time

[Lil Wayne]
I get, I get
I, I, I get so deep in that pussy, I touch the back of your soul
You gotta man, I bet I can make you pack up and roll
Yea, let’s ride like we attached to the road
And if we on the same track, I hope we crash and explode
Yea, where do the passionate go
I beat it up forever, girl I’ll take a national oath
Nobody know what goes on the latch on the door
And if you throw it to me baby, I will catch it and score
Yea, yea
I beat that, I be right when she call me, she got that shit I just can’t avoid
She so addictive and she know that I do anything that she tell me
I am her personal sex toy
And then, I pop the bottle of that cris
I had a glass, she had a glass, I had a glass, she had a glass, again
Ya know, then she was ready got to it
One time, two times, hit me up and I take that ass again
And I told her

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
I see ya walkin like the cameras on ya, I love ya backshots
I’m like a crackhead, and you got your crack out
See, we got chemistry baby, we like cat and mouse
You blow my brains out, I blow ya back out
Now what is that about
You got me sweatin you so hard, I’m bout to pass out
And we could do it on the beach, in the grass house
Say, we could do it on the beach, in my glass house
Uh huh
I know what I’m doin, I’m on it until the mornin
Hop on it until it’s foamin, I bone it better than homie
I want it better than homie, come get on this pony
I put my name on it, I own it
That’s right
Pin ya to the wall, give ya couple of back bites
Give ya couple of thigh bites, then here comes the highlight
I could make ya act rrright
Take a ten minute break, then get back right
And then I told her

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Yea, I told her
Ya mama gotta be a model, or somethin
And if you was a wine bottle, I’m drunk
She dance on me like it’s just us girl
You could make a nigga pay ya rent for 6 months
Shhhi, I ain’t lyin girl
I could make ya little pussy start cryin girl
You won’t fire girl
You know the fireman could put out the fire girl
Are those applebottom jeans ya wearin?
She said these is Donna Karen
So tight, she can’t even let air in
Man I swear I saw a blind man starin
No lie, and I hope she take her clothes off
So we can do it, ’til we doze off
We fall asleep with our clothes off
When we wake up, we pick up where we left off
And then I tell her

[Chorus]

LIL’ WAYNE – No Lie

Hey turn the music up
It sound like I’m loud as fuck and the music’s not
I don’t like that

[Verse 1]
I am sippin’ on that lean, don’t bring me no bottles hoe
I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove
Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama
Bad bitch at home sleepin, I go home and sleep behind her, uh
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
I’m sittin’ on these muthafuckin’ millions like a beanbag
Fuck you, don’t judge me, drug me then love me
Eat me some pussy when I got the munchies
I’m trippin’, tell Pippen, to beam me up Scottie
Got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet
That’s no lie, I’m so high, you pussy ass niggas Massengill
I got them yellow xanax, I slipped on a banana peel
Trukfit t-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup
Pass that weed around like some fuckin’ hors d’oeuvres
Man I’m shit faced and your bitch facin’
She high too, fuckin’ right
My number one F-A-N, you know what that mean, Fuck All Night, ugh

Yeah, I’ma let that breathe
Let that breathe

[Verse 2]
Uh, nigga I fucked that bitch that’s with ya
And she send me naked pictures
If I was you I wouldn’t kiss her, you know why?
You know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word
You ain’t never jocked no nigga, you ain’t never sweat no nigga
Yeah, you don’t want none of these niggas
Bitch, I ain’t one of these niggas, ho
I be doin’ my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring
We get home and she go straight for that head, gun range
Fuck your feelings I’m feelin’ me, you want real? That’s real as me
Mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say “Dick for free”
All my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die
I look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that muthafucka dry

Yes Lord
Yeah and she say “Yes Lord”
Yeah, Dedication 4, hoe
Scoob in this bitch with me?

LIL’ WAYNE – How To Love

Cut the music up, little louder

yeah

You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t ever figure out
How to love
How to love

You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you’re in a corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

For a second you were here
Now you over there
It’s hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love
Never had a love

When you was just a youngin’ your looks were so precious
But now your grown up
So fly it’s like a blessing but you can’t have a man look at you for five seconds
Without you being insecure
You never credit yourself, so when you got older
It’s seems like you came back ten times over
Now you’re sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulders

See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t ever figure out
How to love
How to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you’re in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

For a second you were here
Now you over there
It’s hard not to stare the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love
Had a love

Oh, you had a lot of dreams that transformed to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn’t your fault
Wasn’t in your intentions
To be the one here talking to me
Be the one listenin’
But I admire your popping bottles and dippin’
Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping
Baby, so don’t be mad
Nobody else tripping
You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook

See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t ever figure out
How to love
How to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

Oh,
See I just want you to know
That you deserve the best
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
Yeah

And I want you to know, you’re far from the usual
Far from the usual

You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t ever figure out
How to love
How to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t ever figure out
How to love
How to love

Yeah, see you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love, mmmm.

LIL’ WAYNE – I Hate Love

Sweet street pusha
Gimme that gusha
Nasty stuff (look up)
I took her

[verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I like a red bone, pretty feet,slim waist, cute face
Girl if thats you then put yo info in my two way.
Girl you a star me and you can make a movie
She said them diamonds on my chain look like kool-aid
And when im gone she be missing me like school days.

[verse 2:]
Alright, i like a bitch
That like a bitch
Fucking right im rich
And i aint gettin hitched
Im gettin paid in full
Just call me money mitch
Ballin like tony gwen

[verse 3:]
Im never lonely in that penthouse
And all the time a nigga thinks shes at her friends house
Ok i put the phantom up and bought the bent’ out
Its weezy baby bitch im hot like all the vents out…
Haha

[chorus x4]

It go hollygrove, seventeen, cambelton, eagle street
Runnin with my hood til my feet gets sore
Run up on them boys and you aint runnin no more
I am from the jungle, the mighty jungle
And the guns go [drum beat]… haha

Why ya boyfriend acting like secret service
Ima get you by yourself and get my secret service
Im on the purple urple and now the earth is bouncin
Ive climbed the highest mountain
And baby girl the coupe is fountain blue
You see them green and yellow diamonds call it mountain dew
I got the crib in the sky with city view
And i take a skinny bitch if her titties new
Hahaha
Now what it do

[chorus x4]

Gucci shoes, gucci buckle, gucci belt, gucci bucket
Sharper than the yellow number 2, i doesnt what i do
And if you didnt know, now you knew
I am the fireman
Red truck yellow suit…
And i treat money like glue
You know i gotta stick to the paper…
You know im like a staple
Thats why i got the cashmoney right above my navel
Young money is the label
Money, bitches and cable
We multiplyin money, sittin at the time table… haha

So holla at a nigga when you see me on the grind
And bust that pussy open like we runnin out of time
And dont say a word
Just act like a mime
The girl may be yours but the pussy is mine
Okay

[chorus x4]

LIL’ WAYNE – My Homies Still RMX

“Get a lil’ stupid and” “Get a lil’ stupid”
“Get a lil’ stupid and” “Get a lil’ stupid”
“Get a lil’ stupid and” “Get a lil’ stupid”
“Get a lil’” “Get a lil’” “Get a lil’ stupid”
“Get a lil’ stupid and” “Get a lil’ stupid”
“PUMP THAT BASS!”

[Jae Millz]
Don’t make my snub go stupid, go stupid
Hehehe, Millzy!
That AK like Aretha, it’s gon’ sing and you gon’ respect me
You niggaz just good at playin gangster roles, Joe Pesci
That’s yo’ girl, but it’s my world, cause she ridin me like a cruise ship
My flight land, I check in my suite, she bust it open like a new gift
We ain’t from the water fightin but you will get supersoaked
My goons’ll catch you in that ghost, and turn yo’ ass into a ghost
My flow, super stupid, Forrest Gump, that’s retarded dumb
It’s from my lungs and my clique bang, keep the change, rich gang
Millzy!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
(“Pump that bass!”)
Yeah, my homies still – (“Pump that bass!”)
Ha, my homies still – (“Pump that bass!”)
Yeah my homies still – (“Pump that bass!”)
(“PUMP THAT BASS!”) Don’t make my goons
go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, yeah
Don’t make my goons
go stupid, go stupid (go dumb), go stupid, yeah

[Gudda Gudda]
Okay my bass pump and my face pump, one bump leave ya face numb
Let my white girl hit, watch that bitch go straight dumb
All my Yola 8-1, been that way since day one
Plus I speak that cocaine, watch me bake this cake up
Wake up; y’all sleepin on me, bass song in my speakers homey
And I ain’t talkin 808, changin places like I’m Aretha homey
Tony Hawk got grind, holla at my slimes
We don’t drop no dimes and you still fuck one time cause we

[Chorus]

[Young Jeezy]
I’m ’bout to get stupid on this motherfucker
Tunechi I got you nigga!
Yeah you know (It Takes Two), yeah nigga (Rob Base)
What’chu watch, when you cookin yo’ blow, “Scarface”
Got-got a big gold chain around my neck, neck brace
You should go there nigga on them old cold case
Yeah all I serve is raw, straight sushi yeah no goo
Hell naw nigga can’t serve you I don’t know you
Nigga talkin beef shit? Boy-boys likes Oprah
DJ Magic Mike got that bass, I done told you

[Chorus w/ Jeezy ad libs]

LIL’ WAYNE – Don’t Like

Girls that don’t do girls, that’s that shit I don’t like
Lickin’ them out, bitch eatin’ her out, that’s that shit my girl like
I’m layin’ back with my feet up, bad bitch: D cups
All I had was one mile and she took half: prenup
I just licked my thumb and thumbed through that pussy like a catalog
All my niggas wanna fuck, and she gon let us like a salad bar
Yeah that’s right, real shit
Murderer I kill kill
Cash Money, cash cow that never cry over spilled milk
I’m way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight
My machine gun go “brrrrr” like I got that bitch on vibrate
Niggas think they hot, I cut off the hand they fan with
Call me DMX, cause I keep me a bad bitch
T called some of them hoes up, Marley G roll up
I’m gettin’ bread like cold cuts, she suck dick till her nose run, yeah

A rich nigga that that shit they don’t like
All you niggas pussies, naw none of yo pussy’s tight
Gettin’ head while I drive make me run lights
These hoes wanna ride my dick you gotta hitchhike
No lie, I’m fuckin’ bitches and gettin’ paid
She suck my dick for 60 seconds and swallow all my Minute Maid
No lie, I’m gettin’ paid and fuckin’ bitches
The Feds on me, gotta switch plates:
In the streets we call that washin’ dishes
Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on the nine-milly
T-roll my blunt long as a lifespan then I kill it
Eatin’ pussy, tongue kissin’ and all that
She ridin’ a nigga so fast, my dick feel like it’s been carjacked
Two guns drawn, art class, what that is thats y’all ass
Mo money, mo money, we gettin’ mo like tall grass

We are not one and the same
Blood is the game, you run in my veins
I bagged your bitch then fuck her
Now come get your bitch from baggage claim, nigga!
Dr. Carter, fuck her harder
All my homies bald, nigga
And guess what? I’m the barber
I’m too high if I come down my fat pockets my shock absorber
Like Hang Gathers I’m a diaballer, you flamin’ faggots put him out with water
Ugh! See that’s that shit I don’t like
Knock off your whole left side, now you all right
Yeah white diamonds, Vanilla Ice
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice
Dedication 4, ho
(My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice)
CB fuck with me!

LIL’ WAYNE – Goulish (Pusha T Diss)

Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love ‘em
His head up his ass, I’ma have to headbutt him
Gut ‘em, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach
It’s me LT like when you heat butter
Ol’ pussy in the pan, red is the flag
Fuck wit’ me wrong, I put your head in your hands
There’ll be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere
I’ma alien, I hope you ain’t the Prince of Bel-air
That’s real nigga talk, these niggas speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions
Niggas can’t see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid
You can find me on Collin’s like Bootsy
I ain’t on no fuck shit, I be on that Trukfit
Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than 1 6
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank I don’t bank with Chase
You fuckin’ with some niggas that’ll murk y’all
Nigga you softer than a muthafuckin’ nerf ball
Birdcall, brrrr, what happened to that boy?
He was talkin’ shit and we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!

LIL’ WAYNE – Green Ranger

When this shit drop, I was like 16
Tryna get some head from a mixed thing
Big dreams, say goodbye to ripped jeans,
Nigga got a job, have my little wad
Worst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars that I had left over
5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder
Minimum wage 5.15. 13′s on the whip
Kept my shit clean
Actually that was my momma shit
But I’m driving round town on my Obama shit
Middle class my ass, just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit
But, yeah I’m headed for a scholarship
Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip
Thats why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me
A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely
I know the game I’m an expert
Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
Nigga I’m gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone
And I aint fuck yet cause her momma always home
God damn, Lor-Lord have Mercy
Please God don’t let this little broad have herpes
My nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Gold medals if we gave hoes medals
No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
Spiderman sheets got us singing falsetto
Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos
But we was only kiddo’s
Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles
Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
Tryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals
It’s that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz
And ya’ll borin’, I don’t play nigga I’m Mark Madsen
Thats why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian
I’m not asking my nigga I don’t need favours
I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger
My team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger
(I fucking ran out of breath)
Team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the green ranger
Cole

[Lil Wayne]
I don’t even like this beat, but fuck it
I’m only gon spit a few bars cause I don’t like this beat

Bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes
She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
They say I’m old school, but I dropped out
Drop ya body off at a cops house
They throwing up them bricks, you better box out
My niggas got enough white to build Barack house
I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans
New pussy new money, New Orleans
50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unit
I murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use it
I’m from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo’s
Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimples
I’m bout to go banana puddin’
Haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussy
Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock
Never bite the hand that feeds you, always wash the hand that’s cooking
Tunechi, D4 Hoe
Shout out Cole
You already know what it is, Cole World
Wayne’s World
We in this bitch hoe
Special delivery at your front door

LIL’ WAYNE – Celebrate

Young Mula
Happy Music
Happy People
Happy People
Everythings alright
Everything is alright

[Chorus]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a hit and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for war, work hard today for a better tomorrow

I said who’s that peeking in my window
Is that sunshine, is that one time
Let that sunshine through my living room
Hospitality is what I’m giving you
Harsh reality is what I’ve been through
But I’m not alone, ask her and him too
And they shall tell ya, ain’t nothin’ better
Than the smell of a new day
And I know the ocean runs dry and the sky get dark
And ya don’t see what He’s trying to show ya
And I know the wall will seem tall but if we help eachother I guarantee we get over
And once I’m over, I’ll reach back for my brother and pull him over aswell
Keep our heads high and our noses wide open
Hoping for that new day smell
Love live life

[Chorus x2]
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oooh I take a hit and just elevate
Cause today will be a good day
I got my mind right, money right
Ready for war, working hard today for a better tomorrow

Young Mula Baby

LIL’ WAYNE – Dear Anne

[Chorus:]
Out of sight, out of mind,
Out of time, to decide.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life. [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Dear Anne
My number 1 fan
I write with the light from the lamp on my nightstand
With my pen in my right hand
And that’s also my mic hand
Codeine in the sprite can
Ink on the white pad
And I’m thinking of life, Anne
And wrong and right, Anne
And sometimes I’m right
And sometimes I might
Ca-can I find the light?
Still my rhymes are bright
So I continue my plan
And I’m sure (shore) like white sand
That they’ll be price payin’
Before my flight land
But still, I want to see more than my sight can
Adore, so I can’t ignore
What I want anymore
So I just go, you can call me the Gore
And oh yeah
I got a girl, she act like I owe her
And um, sometimes it seems like I just don’t know her
And yeah, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore
But I really hope I’m not starting to bore
Page 1.

[Chorus:]
Out of sight, out of mind,
Out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life. [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Dear Anne
My number 1 fan
I write you this letter
I hope everything’s grand
I hope everyone’s good
I hope everybody’s praying
I hope — hold up baby, let me switch hands
See, lately I’ve been dealing with a lot of shit Anne
It’s burning me and I can’t get out of this pan
And every time I look there’s a problem with this man
But I ain’t tryna expose, I’m just tryna expand
But your support held me up like kickstands
And I’m also being more careful in how I pick friends
And I’m tryna stay up out them chick’s pants
[Laughs] but, I just can’t
But, on another note, this ain’t just another note
This is more than a rap
This is more of an oath
And I know you’re wondering what this letter is for
And I’m just hoping that you read this far
Page 2

[Chorus:]
Out of sight, out of mind,
Out of time, to decide.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life. [x2]

[Verse 3:]
Dear Anne
My number 1 fan
By now you probably think I’m portraying who I’m saying
And sometimes I wish I wasn’t him, but I am
And it’s people like you that make me proud of what I am
Hey, you are the shit
Damn, pardon the gram (grammar)
But it’s like you make me feel like I’m a part of the fam
And shit, when my life be like some sort of exam
It’s a jungle out there- lions, horses and rams
Shit, as I sit and wait for the war to began
I-I just think of you, then I’m rewarded again
Anne, with you, is where my artistry can
Anne, so with you is where a part of me stands
Anne, I hope I see you in the stands
Anne, because you know I understand
Anne, and I’m sorry about Stan
So I wrote this to say I’m your number 1 fan.

[Chorus:]
Out of sight, out of mind,
Out of time, to decide.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life. [x2]

LIL’ WAYNE – Do What We Do

I don’t know bout you
But umm…

[Chorus: X2]
My girlfriend, got a girlfriend
My girlfriend, got a girl and we do [X8]
What we do [X8]
What we do

[Verse 1:]
You know me, young F hoe
I gets all in her mouth like strep throat
I gets all in her belly like pepto
Straight stompin’ in dat pussy like a stepshow
Ghetto bitches keep me wit em like lip glow
College bitches keep me wit em like cliffnotes
Cold bitches keep me wit em like thick coats
Two foreign bitches, now thats a mink show
Pull your skirt up, and let ya hips show
She fell in love with a stripper at the strip show
And now.. theres
Two bitches and me [X3]

[Chorus: X2]

[Verse 2:]
I like long hair, I hate make up
Fuck my pillows up, fuck is really up
I like slim chicks, I love big broads
All the bitches love me, I need a dick guard
And if she dont give head, shes a nimrod
Bitch I would never put your number on my sim card
I look at M J G and 8 ball as mentors
And shit… all they ever told me was pimp hard
Pimp harder, I get head and tail like a quarter
Yup, yup, in dat order
Two bitches and me [X2]

[Chorus: X2]

[Verse 3:]
Two bitches and me [X4]
And..
They kissin and huggin [X4]

Hello
I could play wit it, I could beat it up
Yup, beat it up, get ya pussy lip bust
Wait
She said she wanna know how pussy taste
She wanna suck dick while she get her pussy ate
Ha
Movies , massage, menage, bedroom, bathroom, garage, goodbye
Just leave me be, and it was just us three, two bitches and me

[Chorus: X2]

LIL’ WAYNE – Burn

Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I’m sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed flexin’
I say bitch I ain’t impressed you must of got the wrong impression
I ain’t with the BS, I’m flyer than PF
Man we living in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money real bitches with fake asses
If she don’t wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I’m on that syrup tell that hoe leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is that choppa, I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don’t fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don’t know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks
Pussy nigga I’ll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I’ll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I’ll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic zirconia’s
Run up in your house smell the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot Krispy Kream donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch what they gonna say?
Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

[Hook]
And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I’m in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire

[Verse 2]
Money on my mind I ain’t thinking bout no bitch
I’m talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch
Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch something
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school
And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil’ Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel Siamese
I like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like Kalis
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech
Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We’ll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums oatmeal
I’m stuntin getting new money
Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em
I get better like fine wine I’m fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP I’ll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM

Lil’ bitch
Niggas gonna talk they ain’t talking bout shit
Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick
Fuckin’ fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit

[Hook]
And let that kush burn let that kush
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I’m in here getting higher
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer

LIL’ WAYNE – Cashed Out

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas
My blunt bigger than these lil niggas
Keep stuntin with your bitch ass
You’ll get Jacked and Jilled, nigga
Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?
I’m smoking that Bill Bixby nigga
I’m spendin money, spendin money
Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!
Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy
She say “Wayne on me, Wayne on me” cause yo ass need drizzlin’
That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I’m dribblin
That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin
There’s only one me, ain’t no equivalent
She give me brain, brain like trivia
I got a black bitch and a red bitch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I be killing young hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard
I ain’t working with a full deck
But I pull out that Ace card
She grab that dick with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it
Clips hanging, no curfew
Fuck you and who birthed you
I’m shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr.: y’all birdfood
I’m bout it.. I said I’m about to cum
She opened her mouth: water fountain
When I’m on the scene I’m on that lean
Bitch, I’m drowsy
Man, I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughing about
I got bars, nigga
And it’s happy hour!

[Verse 2]
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Riding around with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly — ha!
Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate
Man these niggas can’t see me like a diary
Smoke that weed, let’s get irie
Nina shut up, that bitch got a silencer
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it!
Trukfit my bitch up, Tunechi lee big nuts
I’m getting my dick sucked
I blow weed like it’s dust!
Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I’m a made nigga: Machiavelli
That Mack-11 necessary
I’m a hard head: I pop the cherry
No pussy, no rats, no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies?
Well, my friends are imaginary
I’m the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my bitch hot
I’m tired as hell but my dick not
I don’t gas no bitch, no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
Y’all niggas act like lady cops
My niggas smoke like coffee shops
That’s syrup gang, wafflehouse
Gunfight, I’ll knock you out
My bitch titties is poppin out
We poppin up and we get it poppin
Mask on, gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out
Like Nicki’s ass
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I’m big and bad
Small feet, but I kick your ass
I’m the trigger man, that shooting star
Eat that pussy like caviar
She treat that dick just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft?
Now wipe it off..
I do Liv on Sundays: church!
Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs
Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J?
I got the ball, playing keepaway
Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!
It’s Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow’s fluffed
Hit a nigga with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed, we pass around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It’s Young Money, Cash Money
Til the motherfuckin day I’m Cashin Out!

Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your bitch wanna come round her where the grass is greener
And if you passing that weed I’m the wide reciever
Ad lib Tunechi follow the leader bitch

Lil Wayne – Mirror ft. Bruno Mars

[Lil Wayne]
With everything happening today
You dont know whether you’re coming or going
But you think that you’re on your way
Life lined up on the mirror dont blow it
Look at me when Im talkin to you
You looking at me but I’m lookin through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain here in your pride
I see you’re not satisfied
And I dont see nobody else
I see myself I’m looking at the

[Bruno Mars]
Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only fan
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

[Lil Wayne]
Oh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
but I’m with you when you re all alone
And you correct me when Im lookin wrong
I see that guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pain
I see the scars that remain
I see you Wayne, Im lookin at the..

[Bruno Mars]
Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only fan
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

[Lil Wayne]
Lookin at me now I can see my past
Damn I look just like my f-ckin dad
Light it up, thats smoke at mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I see my momma smile thats a blessin
I see the change, I see the message
and no message could been any clearer
So I’m stared with the man in the…

[Bruno Mars]
Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only fan
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

uh…

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only fan
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

(so why are we talkin to each other again)

Mirror on the wall

Lil Wayne feat. 2 Chainz – Rich As Fuck

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Never talk to the cops, I don’t speak pig latin
I turn the penny to a motherfucking Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches that be hatin I ain’t got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain’t got insurances
Ho whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah Murder 187
I be killing them bitches I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codeine
Call me Mr Sandman, I’m selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass TV screen
I keep a bad bitch call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her
And put that bitch out like a house fire
I’m killing these hoes like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can’t trust none of these niggas
Can’t trust none of these hoes
I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo’d
Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy
Nigga try me, that a dead ass pussy
Cuz yall motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don’t care who’s looking
All I know is I love my bitch
That pussy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovel in dirt
R.I.P.-Rest in pussy
Light that shit then pass that shit
We gon get so smoked out
And then I went got locked up
Every night I dreamt I broke out
One Time for them pussy niggas
That’s that shit I don’t like
We eating over here nigga
Fuck around and have food fight
And that’s 2 Chainz..

[Hook]
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck

Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
AK on my night stand, right next to the bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I’ll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin too fat, no weight watchers no lipo
Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tight rope
And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold
Nigga you get beat the crap out but that’s just how the dice roll
These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that dick and stay on, all night like porch lights
Lets do it, fuck talking, we out here we ballin
And I’m spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD40
We fucked up, we Truk’d up, no if ands or but fucks
Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that’s fucked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever
These bitches think they’re too fly well tell em hoes I pluck feathers
I’m Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit fuck Gucci
She’s blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches
And that’s 2 Chainz…

[Hook]
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck

Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck

LIL’ WAYNE – A Dedication

[Andre Benjamin]
It’s just my interpretation, of the situation

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, and this is my dedication
What’s poppin? (Dedication 4) hoe
And this is dedicated, first off
To my city (a dedication)
The lost city of New Orleans
But um, I wanna speak to my city
And I wanna let them know that
We can’t be lost for long
And we damn sure can’t be lost forever
So it’s time to find ourselves
within all that water
Within all that dirt, within all that blood
Within all that pain, within all them cries
It’s time to find ourselves
New Orleans, because
Memories are everything
When I say memories are everything, I mean
It’s important what you are remembered by
And trust me
I, you, we don’t wanna be remembered as the lost city
Rather be remembered as the city that found glory after all that tragedy
Strength, yeah!
Also I built a skate park down there to get them kids off the streets
You’re welcome!! But ummmmm
We gotta get up mayne…
Fuck it! Rise above it, yeah
So, lotta people ask me, what’chu gon’ do for yo’ city
I be like – motherfucker? Ye’ ain’t hear what you just said?
What’chu gon’ do for yo’ city motherfucker?
That’s my city! Therefore I still got family members, in that city mayne!
What the fuck I’ma do for THEM, y’knahmean?
And I do my best, trust me
And that’s what the fuck I do for my city, yeah
I do this behalf of my city man
That’s what the fuck I do for my city, I do me, for my city
So therefore, I am remembered by… my city
Ya dig?
And this is also dedicated to
Them bitch niggaz
You hoe niggaz
You pussy niggaz
You broke niggaz, yeah
Fuck you with a sick dick – pause
I cain’t stand you pussy-asses
And this also dedicated
to them rat bitches
First off… them chocolate women
I know talk about them yellow bitches and red bitches all the time
But umm, this dedicated to them chocolate women
Ya dig? I ain’t say bitches or hoes I gotta chill down, hehehe
Yeah, and this is dedicated to the yellow bitches and the red bitches
Uhh, y’knahmtalkinbout? Uhh
This also dedicated to my niggaz, my homies
They still pump that bass, hehehe
Fo’-nick’ with a dick nigga (yeah)
What’chu gon’ do about that? (god, damn)
This dedicated to all my muh’fuckin niggaz that fucks with me, pause
Been down with me since day one
Niggaz that been down with me since day two
Niggaz that been down with me since today
It’s love nigga
And uh, this also dedicated to the motherfuckers that helped out this mixtape
My nigga Mike Banga, that nigga Young Jeezy
Jae Millz, J. Cole, J Gudda, Lil Flo, Lil Mouse
The beautiful Nicki Minaj
DJ Drama, that nigga Taz Bo, Mack Maine
You know what it is, Stunna Man
All Young Money Cash Money niggaz
This also dedicated to my skatin niggaz
Trukfit truk the world, 5-0
E.G.K., you know what it is
Supra, all that shit
Shout out to the whole skatin world
I appreciate y’all for acceptin a real nigga
Bustin my ass and shit but umm, pause
I get it
We that shit nigga, fuck wrong wit’chu?
And this also dedicated to you
Whoever you are, wherever you are, however you are
I hope I’m remembered
[OutKast continues to the right before the end]
(D4) hoe, rest in peace Chris Lighty

Lil Wayne – 6 Foot 7 Foot

Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You don’t want start Weezy ’cause the F is for finisher
So misunderstood but what’s a world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin’ family picture You know father time, we all know Mother Nature It’s all in the family but I am of no relation No matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner ups I don’t feel I done enough so I’ma keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
I’m going back in Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But hoes gon’ be hoes so I couldn’t blame Tammy
Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self-defense Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins Niggas think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that’s adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do If these niggas animals then I’ma have a mink soon Tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
And I call it like I see it and my glasses on But most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on Satisfied with nothing You don’t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money Paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya” Bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean Don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that’s tryin’ to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha Disturb me and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya I be macking ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep throwing my sign in the middle Hit ‘em up, piece on my side, ‘Cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch
I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna

Lil Wayne – Bitches Love Me (Good Kush & Alcohol)

[Hook: Future Drake]
I’m on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
Imma ball ’til the day I fall (ball, ball, ball, ball)

Yeah, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck ’bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck ’bout no nigga
Long as these bitches love me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, pussy ass nigga stop hating
Lil Tunechi got that fire
And these hoes love me like Satan, man!
Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied
And all she eat is dick
She’s on a strict diet, that’s my baby
With no makeup she a ten
And she the best with that head
Even better than Karrine
She don’t want money
She want the time we could spend
She said, “Cause I really need somebody
So tell me you’re that somebody”
Girl, I fuck who I want and fuck who I don’t
Got that A1 credit and that fillet mignon
She said “I never wanna make you mad
I just wanna make you proud”
I said “Baby just make me cum
Then don’t make a sound”

[Hook: Future Drake]
I’m on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah)
I got some down bitches I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
Imma ball ’til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck ’bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck ’bout no niggas
Long as these bitches love me

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, real nigga fuck these haters
These hoes got pussies like craters
Can’t treat these hoes like ladies, man!
Pussy, money, weed, codeine
She say my dick feel like morphine
I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas
She wake up, eat this dick
Call that breakfast in bed
69, 96
I feel her heartbeat
I chest to chest with this bitch
Now turn around, face down
I’m arrestin’ this bitch
Yeah, all my bitches love me
And I love all my bitches
But it’s like as soon as I cum
I come to my senses
And I would say these hoes’ names
But then I would be snitching
And these haters try to knock me
But they can’t knock me off the hinges, man!
(Tunechi!)

[Hook: Future Drake]
I’m on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
Imma ball ’til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck ’bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck ’bout…

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hate
I’m getting high so I’m skating
Yeah
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hating
I’m getting high so I’m skating
Bitch

[Hook: Future Drake]
I’m on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
Imma ball ’til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck ’bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck ’bout no niggas
Long as these bitches love me

Lil Wayne – Hot Revolver

[Lil Wayne:]
Young mullah, baby
Umm, young mullah, baby

She says, do you have the time
To listen to me whine
She askin’ who’s on the other line?
You diss me every time

I tell ‘em, baby I’m a star
Shit, I’m above a star
And now I done got so high
I did forgotten who you are
(Are, are)

Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah

I’m in love with you
But I can’t be with you
Tomorrow I’ll be back
Up on the first flight
Right up out of town

Young mullah, baby

Hop back in my spaceship
Girl, I gotta drop your ass off
(Oh oh eh eh)

Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
You love it, girl, I gotta take off
(Oh oh eh eh)
‘Cause Imma be here next week
So call your company and take off
Oh oh oh, yeah oh oh eh

‘Cause she say, “Wayne, Wayne”
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
While I say aloud

[Chorus:]
Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain’t foolin’ no one
But yourself

You’re like a hot revolver
(Hot revolver)
But you ain’t killin’ no one
But yourself

[Lil Wayne:]
And so she’s gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone

I told her, I can be with her
But I can’t be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much
That’s the problem

Oh my God, then Shorty be whillin’
And when I say I got to leave
You wouldn’t believe
All of the things that she’ll do
And all of the things
That she’ll say to make me stay
And I be like, ‘Damn’

I’ll be back someday
But she wanna go with me
To outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way
And then I send her on her way

[Chorus:]
Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain’t foolin’ no one
But yourself

You’re like a hot revolver
But you ain’t killin’ no one
But yourself

And so she’s gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone