Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - On My Own

rate me

Yea hit me wit the snares Fresh

Just the snares fresh

I like the snares Fresh

Ima ride the snares all the way throught this thing right here man

Im sexy Weezy baby

Test once again what up

This is what they call me bitch

Eagle Eagle Carter Man

In a 96 Regal contraband

On my way to the east to the laundramat

Gotta wash that money and get on my ass

Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast

I gotta do somethin I done blown my last

Dollar holla at ya boy on the ave

And that cheaper eagle is what im known to have

Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask

And make it halloween and take all ya bags

I say Holly Holly Grove wount you gon on and stash

Fuck it make these mutha fuckas understand

I say look coach ya pitchin at me underhand

But im a designated hitter I adjust so fast

Yall been designin woman im a womans man

Im the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band and

They say they want the drugs to stop

But Ima major set back when my album drop

I got that wet crack flow out ya mammy's pot

I got that jet black 4 at ya mammy's spot

Im tryna get back door I demand it now

Yea panic now you better pan it down

Fore the neighbors sen me over here tearin it down

Here's Weezy F. Baby and his crown,

The Prince

Hook 2X

This is my town my home

This is my crown my throne

This is me on my own

Let's get it on

And the handgun is so included

Dont get it confused I want no confusion

And keep ya hoe I dont want yo contusions

I make my hoe stop and let the dough keep movin

A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance

It Money Over Bitches that im gon keep provin

Yes its Weezy F. I got ya mama groovin

Out of all the Hot Boys she say im the coolest

I bought my bag of oranges this time to juice it

This game is a bitch and im tryna seduce it

I floss a awful lot of haters tryna reduce it

But the laser on the 45 is eyein ya stupid (oh)

One shot to remind ya who is

That fly lil nigga thats behind the trigga (wizzle)

Im off chronic combined wit liqour

But nigga will never see me like mama tigger (oh)

A 80's baby a fightin nigga

I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga

Im somethin ya culpepper like a viking slick

See me over the viking stove and im whitin bricks

Or in the middle of the shootout untightin clips

Pop another one shoot back while lightin this spliff

I do this

You catchin my drift

Representin wit my section on my belly and shit

I am the prince

Hook

So roll the carpet out

Cause you fuckin wit a nigga from the royal south

See ya either in or ya out

And if ya out stay in cause them warriors out

Them vultures the cops and them lawyers out

I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out

Nah nigga I never call ya house

Im probably somewhere takin Toya out

Not answerin my phone man ignorin ya spouse

She leavin messages about me enjoyin her mouth (aye)(stop)

Im ready to knock a boy in the mouth

Give me the name nah better yet point em out (aye)

Me and the streets got a joint account

Im from the streets that ya need to be warned about

New Orleans woadie put the gat in ya mouth

And we tote a lot of iron that'll flatten ya out

Few roaches but never have no rats in his house

Never tell on one another leave that in the house

Always been a small hustler move my packagin out

I ever run into some trouble send them savages out

These niggas talkin sweet I get them cavaties out

I got graveyard flyers man im passin em out (aye)

Bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now

I am the Prince

This is my town my home (yea)

This is my crown my throne (the prince)

This is me on my own (the prince)

Let's get it on (the prince)

This is my town my home (the prince)

This is my crown my throne (weezy)

This is me on my own (by my self so niggas guess what)

Let's get it on

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