Lil' Wayne - I'm A Beast lyrics

rate me

Rappin is my hobby

My house has a lobby

My bitches act snobby, because i feed em thousands

i know that didnt rhyme but im only bein honest

You can't pay me in cash, now i'm only seein commas

I swear i got on SAKS fith boxers rite now

I'm trynna milk the game, as if the game wus a cow

I had a Eddie Bauer Expedition seven years ago

My grandmom used to tell me that she wear i been here before

I used to wear braids like Jason's Lyric wore

Spent a bundle on the cars cuz im spiritual

And i could neva pass a physical, i stay high

High as the voice of Akon

And make mine a straight wit no chase

Hold the ice, i got enough on any way

And when they see the boy, they hyperventilate

I got em runnin afta me like i'm about to win a race

(chorus)

Cuz I'm a beast, I'm a dog

Bitch I'm beast, Ho I'm a dog

Yea u know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a beast, Ho I'm a dog

Look, neva entertain these suckas wit the hatin business

I'm on the yacht playin table tennis

Expensive linen

Women sinnin

Adultary

Compulsively

I'm a arsonist on the beat

Blaze fire

Door closed in the booth

I feel like a caged lyin

Yea let me loose

Now let me get him

Cuz I aint goin back and forth like badmittin

No I will never drop the ball like badmittin

And I ain't bein conceited, I'm just admittin (bitch)

I flow cocky (bitch)

Got hand rythem (bitch)

I got this bitch on lock like San Quentin

I'm tough daddy (yezzir)

Whas poppin gangsta (huh?)

I'm trynna keep my pockets like opera singas

So sharp, if you touch me, I chop ya fingas

I'm on top of the game like helicopter angles

I see you niggas

I hope ya havin fun

I hope ya have a gun

This shit is crazy

This little baby

I'm here to take it

And it's lookin vacant

(chorus x2)

Ok, now i'ma go off on them

At first I was goin soft on them

But now it's time to go hard

Bust n bang and bogard

Take a shit on yo yar

Take a piss on yo frog

Make a list of ya boys

And go n murda them all

Life is short

Yea a midget told me that

And I always thought i was fly

Like i had a pigeon on my back

But I got decisions on my back

Vision on my back

Try to run up on me I got precison with that gat

I don't rat-tat-tat-tat-tat

All I gotta do is tat

Then I hit my target

Like a fucking dart mat

My address is cloud nine

Seek and you shall find

Wheezy on the grind

I'm bout my frankinsteins

You know me yea, from my Lincolns to my Franklins

See I made that money stretch and connect like a anklet

Keep them bitches runnin in and out my house like a banquet

And I dont even speak their language

And if the bitch boyfriend get angry

Then my nigga turn around and tell his whole clique FUCK THAT NIGGA, PUSSY ASS NIGGA, FUCK THAT NIGGA

Yea

(chorus x2)

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Thanks to Nisha