Lil' Wayne - Banned From TV lyrics

rate me

Ayo, it's Weezy muthaf-cking, easy with the hating

B-tch I'm in the building you just decorating

I'm just detonating

Then I get blatant

More things worse than internet dating

Scoob got the cameras on so I got to show off

I put your sister on, I knock your bro off

We just spit snowballs catch it in your face b-tch

Good game Wayne mayne I deserve a naysmith,

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 em then y'all in the same boat

Deep water Carter fishin for a dollar

You can join the sail and I'm splitting your tomato

Ball cause I gotta

You'll love me in the mornin

I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming

She love to rock the mic she say that's nothing like performin

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 sh-t 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 do that got em

Don't worry if I'm shootin as long as you get shot

I'm a beast, I'm a pitbull

I get my ass kissed, I get my d-ck pulled

I'm a beast

I'm a big wolf

I got my money right, I got my clip full

Haha, it's like 7 in the mornin n-gga

I'm up for whoever the opponent n-gga

Stop the track, let me relish in a moment n-gga

Now bring that mutha f-cker back cause I'm zonin n-gga

I go hard like Rafael Nadal

And if the b-tches were havin it, I bet we have them all

And man I'm so high it's like an ever-lasting fall

And I'm chargin 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 n-ggas blind mice

T-Streets still roll with me

Still stickin to the script like Nicole Kidman

Need the man hit? We are those hitmen

He stopped runnin, the bullet holes didn't

Uh, Basically, I'm still a monster

Till the fat lady sings I come to kill the Opera

Ya'll too plane, I'm a helicopter

My words keep goin like a teleprompter

I'm a asshole, wipe me down b-tch

I get big checks, Nike Town b-tch

Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown sh-t

And the flag red like clown lips,

Uh, TI can't stop goin

Dropped my best sh-t like the Cowboys dropped Owens

I'm the best to ever do it mutha f-cker I know it

No Ceilings Got Dammit now the f-ckin Sky's showin uhh!