[Lil Wayne] Y’all don’t want no problems up in here These niggas wearin’ dresses and y’all call me weird nigga? Go in niggas pockets while we here What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga Y’all don’t want no problems up in here Boy I’m from New Orleans were the dope fiends kill niggas Brains came out his fucking ear I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here Now I’mma keep a pill and a blunt I might pass the motherfucker, but most likely I’mma flunk Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own She say: “you gon’ miss me nigga”, I say: “bitch the thrill is gone” I ain’t drove, it look better in the driveway Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games Tattooed tears for my homies, it’s a cryin’ shame You could get a Dom P bottle to your face Niggas just construction workers tryna build a case Males shouldn’t be jealous that’s a female trait Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate Motherfucker I’m like: “y’all don’t want no problems up in here” I fuck her till she cry, make that hoe drink her fuckin’ tears Lord, I hope she swallow more than tears Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed Run up in the kitchen, get your stash out the oven You wonder how we know? Stop talking while you cuddlin’ Ain’t nothing like some pussy when you going through something Just called a bad bitch, I said: “I’m going through something” Bugatti sitting still, look like it’s going 200 Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions Motherfucker I’m like: “y’all don’t want no problems up in here” Rather be judged by my jewellery, not a jury of my peers And I got some Kush to hide in her brassiere Yeah, and we only selling what the boat bring here nigga Y’all don’t want no problems up in here Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer And I’m probably with the model of the year I’m about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous Young Money motherfuckin’ Entertainment And y’all know Marley got the chopper up in here Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers Smoke like I fucking disappeared Uh, I check your pussy ass and wait for it to clear nigga Tunechi, everybody know your name like cheers nigga Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga Tunechi
[Outro - Lil Wayne] Yeah, D5 What up five? I’mma worry ’bout me, give a fuck about you And just as a reminder to myself Bust every single nut in her motherfuckin’ mouth I’m like: “Lord, I hope she swallow more than tears” TunechiTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
