Lyrics:
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don't love them hoes, f-ck
public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
was glad
Shout out Lil Wayne, yeah, that's my dad (Lil Tunechi)
They call me "Lil Tune" but I go by, "Tunie"
No Netflix and chill, I'm watchin'
ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in
face)
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gone
Fuck with me if I ain't
to the function, bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne
Half of me is level headed and the other's fueled by pain
Half of me is level headed and the other's fueled by pain
the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
checkmate in two moves
I'm a top gun but you fucks are two-twos
Don't make a loose move
I got a name like Johnny Wayne
I'm shooting at stars
Literally
C'pas v'la l'scoop
Depuis l'époque c'est le foot ou le
Rap quand on rate la school belek au karma
T'as p't-être le bras long mais
Un bras ça s'coupe
Ça
Santana Da Kannon isn't the same
Need a nice lil foreign no ceiling like Lil Wayne
Need a bad bitch
It won't go like Megan and Tory Lanez
Uh, waitin for
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
crib, with the flat I's.. (I's)..
CHORUS (2x)
LIL' WAYNE:
Hold up - there go Wayne, everybody be quiet,
Oh my God! He's drivin from the passenger's
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
Its Lil' Wayne (Lil' Wayne) on the wall brain spilla
Grave filla
Who me untamed gorilla
I be thugged out
Dead bodies drugged out
Throw
drive by
Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money
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