Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Megaman

rate me

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Faded off the kush I'm gone

Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home

Looking like my grandmaw, my niggas got that ammo

We jack son then light up that "L", Samuel

Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas

Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga

Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies

Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me

Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit

Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist

Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man

Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan

How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King

I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery

Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly

Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary

Woah nigga, die slow nigga, for dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga

Unload nigga, reload nigga, tools on deck, Home Depot nigga

Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger

And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner

Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off

I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball

It's Carter 4!

(I'm going back in man)

(Yeah)

[Verse 2]

We get fuck y'all money, how you want to play it?

That AK sleep on the side of my bed

That's one eye closed, one eye open

Your cap get peeled like I-B-Profen

I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with

This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick

Young Money man we got this shit by a land slide

Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon

Uptown shit, wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball

Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I'm a tuck her

Tuck her like D. Lawrence, that's my word like, word like the-saurus

I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard

Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord

Fear nobody but God almighty

Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis

I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class

I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash

I don't talk it, I live it. I paint a picture vivid

And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet

I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans

Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me

Forget the bullshit and remember me

(Laugh)

[Outro]

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Thanks to Adrina

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