[Lil Wayne] Uh, ayo it’s Weezy motherfucking, easy with the hating Bitch I’m in the building, you just decorating I’m just detonating, then I get blatant More dangerous than internet dating Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off I put your sister on, I knock your bro off Weezy spit snowballs catch it in your face bitch Good game Wayne Maine, I deserve a Naismith Cook game gain flow, dope in the vein flow I’ll only be smoking the purple out the rainbow Stronger than Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay with them then y’all in the same boat Deep water Carter, fishing for a dollar You can join the salad, I’m splitting your tomato Ball cause I gotta, you’ll love me in the morning I told her I’mma king, them other niggas Prince Charming She love to rock my mic she say that’s nothing like performing Man I’m in love with her grill George Foreman Forewarning, Young Money’s on And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn Yeah, take that to the bank with ya I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures Smoke weed talk shit like Lane Kiffin Whole country in recession but Wayne different Huh, and I’m a Maybach rider Haven’t drove it one time, I got a cool black driver Can’t walk around with guns, I got a dude that got them Don’t worry if I’m shooting as long as you get shot And I’mma beast, I’mma pit-bull I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled I-I’mma beast, I’mma big bull I got my money right, I got my clip full Haha yeah, it’s like 7 in the morning nigga I’m up for whoever the opponent nigga Stop the track, let me relish in a moment nigga Now bring that motherfucker back cause I’m zoning nigga I go hard like Rafael Nadal And if the bitches were having it, then I bet we have them all And man I’m so high it’s like an ever-lasting fall And I’m charging these hoes like women basketball Uh, I bet that chopper get his mind right Leave a hole in his chest like a line bite Super hero call like a crime fight I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice Uh, T-Streets still roll with me Still sticking to the script like Nicole Kidman Need the man hit? We are those hit men He stopped running, the bullet holes didn’t Uh, basically I’m still a monster Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera Y’all too plane, I’mma helicopter My words keep going like a teleprompter I’m an asshole, wipe me down bitch I get big checks, Nike Town bitch Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit And the flag red like clown lips Uh, T I can’t stop going Dropped my best shit like the Cowboys dropped Owens I’m the best to ever do it motherfucker I know it No Ceilings God Damn it now the fucking sky’s showing uhhh HahahaahahahaaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
