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Lil' Wayne - I Am Not A Human Being Lyrics


I am not a human being

Uhh, pussy footing like shit

Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch

Yeah, kush and the blunts

I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk

I don't know why they keep playin

I better replay 'em

Giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland

Together we stand and fall on y'all

Ballin' with my bloods, call it b-ball

These days ain't shit Young Money is

Got mars bars three musketeers

Come through coupe same colour as veneers

And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers!

Now I'm back on my grizz

And y'all's a bunch a squares like a motherfucking grid

Shit fuck with me and get hit

Shhhit I finger fuck the nina make the bitch have kids

Just do it my nigga I just did

Name a motherfucker deeper than me bitch dead

Ya dig, this here is big biz and I scream fuck it

Whoever it is



I am the Rhyming Oasis

I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it

I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’

I thank God that I am not basic

I am not basic

I am not a human being



Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby

Rich nigga lookin at the cops all crazy

Its the mob shit nigga Martin Scorsese

Heater close range, cuz people are strange

But I bet that AK 47 keep you ordaned

You cant see weezy nor wayne

Im in the far lane, im running this shit – hundred yard gain

Uhhh, swag on infinity

Im killing em, see the white flag from the enemy

Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories

Father forgive me for my brash delivery

I will try you, I wouldnt lie you

I must be sticky cuz them bitches got their eyes glued

Young money baby we the shit like fly food

Yall cant see us – like the bride shoes.

I stand tall like a muthafuckin 9’2

I scream motherfuck you and whoever design you

And if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to

And we dont die, we multiply and then we come divide you.



I am the Rhyming Oasis

I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it

I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’

I thank god that I am not basic

I am not basic

I am not a human being



Re-Reporting from another world

Magazine full of bullets you can be my cover girl

Ness go the weed thicker than a southern girl

Strong arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls

Rock star biatch, check out how we rock

And if this aint hip hop it must be me hop

Im higher than a tree top

She lick my lo-llipop

I still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shop

Spitting that he rock im smooth not Pete Rock

And my money on etcetera – 3 dots

Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops

You better run mothafucka, cuz we not

You better run till your feet stop

You aint even on a fucking alphabet in my tea pot

Colder than a ski shop

Holding on to the top, and even if I let go I still wont G-rock



I am the Rhyming Oasis

I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it

I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’

I thank God that I am not basic

I am not basic

I am not a human being
 

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