Lyrics:
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
and drank Cris'
(Shine) - My life is the shit
[Lil Wayne]
And the name be fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
found my place
A galaxy of dreams where nothing’s the same
Through the flashing lights and the ceaseless beat
I’ll never look back not for one moment
of customer
That orders the works (as he smirks)
Not the same as any, I run the game of plenty
I buy my nickels from a dime who
Goes by the name of Penny
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
From the bed to the wall
On the floor by the fire place
Make a night to remember
Years from now
We can still replay
Do it once then again
Till that
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
taken back
They taken back, by my skills
Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Made it official New York is my city nigga
Got a trophy from the game ya'll know my name
Baby - Number one stunna, caught showing my thang
Got a house
And the people in the basement didnt have a bruise
Steel columns turned to dust But I don't even trust
The video to be honest, So we'll never know
Whered
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
nigga.
Got a trophy from the game, ya'll know my name,
Baby.. numba' one stunna, caught showing my thang,
Got a house on the lake, I built from cake.
my flashing eye
simultaneously and at any moment we could die
and so with urgency I keep a candle by my side
and watch it disappear and glow
me being rude
Rapid-fire zoom pans of my balls can be seen bulging in my overalls
Zamboni my semen off a Shrek DVD, spin my dick like the hammer
Faked the funk yeah
You can turn my
Lights out
I'll turn to a
Night owl
Nocturnal
Turn to a
Werewolf
Vampires
Won't fight bout
Holy Spirit
Most High
Holy
in a hopeless place
Shine a light through an open door
Love and life I will divide
Turn away 'cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind
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