Lil Wayne Ft Rick Ross - John lyrics

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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Fo¡¯ fo¡¯ bulldog, my motherfucken pet

I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch

I¡¯m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck

I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy, I¡¯ma starve her to death

Top down, it¡¯s upset been fucking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!

You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch

I pay these n-ggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress

The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest

An AK47 is my f-cking hand-dress, huh

[Rick Ross]

I¡¯m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]

Yeah

Load up the choppers like it¡¯s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I¡¯m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Big black n-gga, and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nikey shop

Counts the profits you could bring ¡®em in a Nikey box

Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!

I¡¯m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I¡¯m the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]

I¡¯m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]

Load up the choppers like it¡¯s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I¡¯m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Talk stupid get ya head popped

I got that Esther, bitch I¡¯m red fox

Big bee¡¯s, Red Sox

I get money to kill time, dead clocks

Your f-cking with a n-gga who don¡¯t give a f-ck

Empty the clip than roll a window up

Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas center bun

I¡¯m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum

200 thou on a chain, I don¡¯t need a piece

That banana clip, let Chiquita speak

Dark shades, Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

Bitch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga

I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga

You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving

If I died today it¡¯d be a holiday

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]

I¡¯m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

So don¡¯t make it come alive

Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a bitch, didnt I made a great escape

Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I¡¯m santa claus

N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y¡¯all

Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up

It¡¯s a cold World I need a burt to call a wood,i call the place mutherfucker hooliwood

[Lil Wayne]

I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

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