Lyrics:
$lick
Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably still in my boombox
But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment that selling myself on a fucking
market so don't try to bargain
Drippin', Im frozen I feel like the arctic
Surrounded by green like I chill in the garden
My red and white stripes on my
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
lobster
We don't even eat tilapia
I done got bougie, more confident and cockier
Since I got some money
Hoes suck that dick sloppier
Fuckin' on a bad bitch
mine)
And I got that gas fah sell (Sell)
And I gotta pack by the mail (Mail)
Lil shorty she like how I smell (Smell)
The money treating me well (Well)
all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
I’m
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
know that's why they hating
I'm gonna kill it and they know
And they know
I got people in the graveyard
Imma get it before I go
Before I go
My nigga back
shots in the K (in the K)
Marathon, I really run the A (run the A)
Say you touched me, how Sway? (How Sway?)
Graveyard, that's where the opps stay
a lil' money, got a lot more colder (colder)
My top don't roll up, it fold up (fold up)
My money don't fold up, it build up
You niggas ain't fly, get
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot
my chain boy
Scream Cash Money and this is Lil Wayne boy
If you want talk you die quick in tha dark
We said we was gone ball till
We fall it ain't my
I'm trying to fill my own graveyard the 3rd Ward
I'm a menace to society like I'mma threat
Y'all ain't met the real C yet I'mma rep
Ask Bumby, Wayne
[Lil Wayne]
Got a early call from Kisha
Kisha wanted me to meet her
She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper
Said
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
English, I'm mikey, wayne vanish
I go by weezy f b thass who I be
You don't wanna lose me like new Id
I beat up the track like the new ali
And leaving eye
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
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like tilapia
LAT, Young Money mafia
Try but it ain't no stopping us
Why? We back by popular
Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot they be
[Intro]
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: uhh uhh uhh uhh
Lil Wayne: yea
Juelz Santana: I cant feel my face,
yea, I make the sound so beautiful, u did
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
around the city wit’ my boo thang
By tomorrow might just pull up in a Bruce Wayne
Sorry that I snapped must be my mood swings
I’m just doin’ me don’t care
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