On My Own
Lil Wayne, Reel
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Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, just the snares, Fresh Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares, Fresh Ch-ch-ch-ch Yeah, I'ma ride the snares all the way through This thing right here, man Drum section Weezy Baby Tez, once again What up? Yeah This is what they call me, biatch, haha Eagle, Eagle Carter man (yeah) In a '96 Regal contraband (okay) On my way to the east, to the laundromat (okay) Gotta wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks, it be gone so fast (let's go) I got to do something, I done blown my last Dollar holler at your boy on the ave (uh) And that cheap perico is what I'm known to have (uh) Shit tend to be slow, I put on the mask (uh) And make it Halloween and take all your bags I say Holly-Hollygrove, won't you go on and stand (Hollygrove, yeah) Up and make these motherfuckers understand (yeah) I say, "Look, coach, you pitching at me underhand" But I'm a designated hitter, I adjust so fast (Derek Jeter) Y'all men designing women, I'm a woman's man (yeah) I'm the Cash Money Prince, blow the trumpets band, and They say they want the drugs to stop But I'm a major setback when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot I'm trying to get backdoor, I demand it now Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down 'Fore the neighbors hear me over here tearin' it down Yeah, it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince) This is me on my own Let's get it on (I am the prince) This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince) This is me on my own Let's get it on And the handgun is so included (yep) Don't get it confused, I want no confusion (nope) And keep your ho, I don't want your contusions (nope) I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep movin' (let's go) A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance (let's go) It's money over bitches that I'm gon' keep provin' (let's go) It's Weezy F, I got your mama groovin' Out of all the Hot Boys, she say I'm the coolest I bought my bag of oranges, it's time to juice it This game is a bitch and I'm tryin' seduce it I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it But the laser on the 45 is eyein' you stupid, oh One shot to remind you who is That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle I'm off chronic combined with liquor But niggas'll never see me like Mama Tigger (oh) A 80's-baby a fighting nigga I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga I'm something you call pepper like a Viking slick See me over the Viking stove I'm whitening bricks Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips Pop another one, shoot back while lighting a spliff I do this, you catching my drift? Representing with my section on my belly and shit I am the prince This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince) This is me on my own Let's get it on (I am the prince) This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne (I am the prince) This is me on my own Let's get it on So roll the carpet out (whoa) 'Cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South (whoa, whoa) See you either in or you out and if you out stay in 'cause them warriors out (let's go) Them vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out (let's go) I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out (let's go) No, nigga, I never call your house, I'm probably somewhere takin' Toya out Not answering my phone, man, ignoring your spouse She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth (stop) Hey, I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name, nah, better yet, point him out Hey, me and the streets got a joint account I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about New Orleans, whoadie, put the gat in your mouth And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out Few roaches, but never had no rats in this house Never tell on one another, leave that in the house Always been a small hustler, move my packaging out I ever run into some trouble, send them savages out These niggas talkin' sweet, I get them cavities out I got graveyard fliers, man, I'm passing them out (out) Hey, bitch nigga, get your ass on the ground And bow down to your majesty now, I am the prince This is my town, my home (yeah) This is my crown, my throne (the prince) This is me on my own (the prince) Let's get it on (I am the prince) This is my town, my home (the prince) This is my crown, my throne (Weezy) This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?) Let's get it on
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Written by: Byron O. Thomas, Dwayne Carter, Reel
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