Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Green Ranger

rate me

Featuring J Cole

When this shit drop, I was like 16

Tryna get some head from a mixed thing

Big dreams, say goodbye to ripped jeans,

Nigga got a job, have my little wad

Worst fear is getting robbed for my last 50 dollars that I had left over

5 dollars in they pocket, nigga in his left shoulder

Minimum wage 5.15. 13′s on the whip

Kept my shit clean

Actually that was my momma shit

But I'm driving round town on my Obama shit

Middle class my ass, just to get a tank of gas

Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit

But, yeah I'm headed for a scholarship

Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip

Thats why them niggas don't like me and always wanna fight me

A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth most likely

I know the game I'm an expert

Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?

Nigga I'm gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone

And I aint fuck yet cause her momma always home

God damn, Lor-Lord have Mercy

Please God don't let this little broad have herpes

My nigga says she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Gold medals if we gave hoes?

No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos

Spiderman sheets got us singing falsetto

Tall white tee's, can't believe we used to wear those

White folks looking at us like we're weirdos

But we was only kiddo's

Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittles

Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle

Tryna get the Diddy, cause I murder instrumentals

It's that good old fashioned Mark Jackson

Fucked then I'll pass, y'all Utah Jazz

And ya'll borin', I don't play nigga I'm Mark Madsen

Thats why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian

I'm not asking my nigga I don't need favours

I'm in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger

My team major, we party like teenagers

I'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the green ranger

(I fucking ran out of breath)

Team major, we party like teenagers

I'm in the green Range, nigga I'm the green ranger


[Lil Wayne]

I don't even like this beat, but fuck it

I'm only gon spit a few bars cause I don't like this beat

Bitch I'm not old news, I'm more like gold shoes

She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods

They say I'm old school, but I dropped out

Drop ya body off at a cops house

They throwing up them bricks, you better box out

My niggas got enough white to build Barack house

I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein

44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans

I've been faded, stone wash jeans

New pussy new money, New Orleans

50 up in that uzi, g-g-g-unit

I murk you with that bitch scratch the serial number, re-use it

I'm from the N-O, stretch you niggas out like limo's

Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, thats pimples

I'm bout to go banana puddin'

Haha, you a dyke cause your man a pussy

Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock

Never bite the hand that feeds you, always watch the hand that's cooking

Tunechi, D4 Hoe

Shout out Cole

You already know what it is, Cole World

Wayne's World

We in this bitch hoe

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