Lil' Wayne - New Orleans Magic lyrics

rate me

This is the archetypal rock sound

Okay this really ain't no rock shit but um, hmh ahh let go

Hollygrove monsta, New Orleans maniac, shoot a nigga up until his whole body ain't attached

Hi, my name is best rapper alive

And your mouth is the best crapper alive

Cause you talk shit I get hit and walk it off like fuck dat

Then I just spit like barkin' dogs call it buzz back

Attitude like fuck 'em all

And I'm greasy and your boyfriend is a butterball

Was geezy, I mean what's good bitch is you blind

Check my watch bet it be money all the time

Sunny on the side where I stay at

Where M.I.A. at, I get pussy everytime I say dat

In the game room I don't play dat

Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at

AK at ya front door, Young Zoe,

You can ask Brisco shoot 'til my wrist sore

Coupe with a bitch low

Who but you slick po'

I'm tired of the south so ya mouth where the dick go

O.k., they like when I say dat huh?

And your boyfriend's a tampon

And I don't own land baby I own a land mine

So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anne Klein

Weezy F. ans the F is for franchise

You lookin' at me is like you lookin' through ant eyes

Young money can't die, bitch we like Hancock

Yeah I'm a martian what you sayin' Spock?

I turn yo beef into a hamhock

Then I put it in a pan pie

Shoot 'til my hand hot

I can't hear you sayin stop

I hear Nina sayin' pop

I hear Choppa' sayin' chop

I hear niggas screamin' and shit like I say holla at ya boy bitch,

But holla at ya boy bitch,

I'm the boy bitch,

Not ya boy bitch,

Cause ya boy a bitch

Yeah,

Young Moolah crazy!