Lyrics:
can't explain
So misunderstood, yea feel like I'm lil Wayne
Woah so misunderstood, yea feel like I'm lil Wayne
My parade they like to rain, I really can't
guys
Know she fit for me she was my size
Roll the window down she gon let it fly
Put her on the stand she gon tell a lie
Graduated my lil baby educated
she just give me head, nah
She gonna roll my blunt, uh
Pour me up a 8, then I dip my blunt in it, ay
I'ma keep it pimpin', sneakers by Givenchy
Medicine
old news
On a winning streak and I can't lose
Learned the game watchin Krush Groove
80's Baby so they gotta pay me
Cash Money yeah Wayne and Baby
Dash got so much wood I could build me a fort
Ain't too many things I ain't done yet
I'm the king of this shit
Ground by the toilet
I'm just barley
he better than Eminem
Fifty Cent, Lil Wayne, and
Drizzy Ain't this
Nigga a singing Man He, Really Tryna get busy
With the best that
I call, the Worst
smelling that stank (That’s a lot on me)
Got one hand on the wheel other hand on my drank
Fucking a bitch I forgot her whole name
(What is her name)
I just
in my system this that live shit
Nothing better than a certified high bitch
Got a gangsta vibe and I like it
If the boys pass by let me hide it
Took
to snatch the shorty out of his hands
But he's grabbing on my Armani forcing my hand
I let this gun go. He's trying to put me under the sand
And if I kill
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
Like he a graduated cylinder
Caps off
I mean the rest off walking
A lil wayne up in the six
Like baby kept on talking
Career?
Shorten it
D Postman
Push
achieve enough to pay my toll
Will say the n-word when Benoit goes in the hall of fame
White house walls built by black hands
Usa ; understand secrecy’s
so my bitch is rare
If you cross me hit you with the bat, man I feel like Bruce Wayne
Heart was broken, learned about fast cash then I was not the same
running this shit
You should try tackling,
Lil Wayne in one word immaculate,
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the Tupac in him,
The Kurt Cobain,
the drugs and she wanna try some extascy
They ran out of drank we got the recipe
Fuck 12, they always harassing and arresting me
Yeah and ain't no way a nigga
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M
ride drop top
Wit a new chain
Bossed up sauced up
Wit a new dame
Shorty feel me like I'm loose change
My Kanye, Wanye, Sean John, Lupe a Make yo Bruce
nah
Young Bruce Wayne out the bat cave
Facts
City on my back like my last name, facts
Since a lil' soldier I been going in
Way before Only Fans,
seen birds in the burbs, owl tell; but who?
Walk out slowly, you ain't know me or the crew
I will give my two quarters, y'all gon' need many men
John
a rainbow
Never show tell me somethin that I don't know
They can't believe its not butter on my bank roll
Money froze but I'm sure I need moe
the bank, okay
I'm in New York with a shank, okay
I put my wrist in the sink, okay
I turned the drink to drank, okay
I turned the drink to drank
Ew, ew,
ain't no need to wear a vest
I be flexing in some Prada drip, I caught you up in Guess
Only on my phone to get that money, lil' bitch I don't wanna text
have it hurting and thumping
They be like he small girl he workin with something
Lil' Wayne on fire I'll smash on your boo before a hot girl bang
have it hurting and thumping
They be like he small girl he workin with something
Lil' Wayne on fire I'll smash on your boo before a hot girl bang
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