Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - She Will (Remix)

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Feat. Drake & Rick Ross

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I tell her “now goin pop that pussy for a real nigga

I already know that life is deep but I still dig her

Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less

I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net

Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness

So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness

What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop

Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful

Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet

I tried to pay attention but attention paid me

Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats

And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap

I rock to the beat of my drumset

I’ve been at the top for a while and I aint jump yet

But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit

Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

[Verse 2: Drake]

She just started to pop it for a nigga

And look back and tell me “baby, its real”

And I say I aint doubt you for a second

I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel

I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal

And she bad, so maybe she won’t

Uh, but shit than again maybe she will

Yeah,

[Chorus:]

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now

She will, yeah

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now

She will, she will, she will

Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now

She will, she will, she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now

She will, she will, she will

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me”

Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me

And you could take that to the bank and deposit that

Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back

Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack

I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back

I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine

Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine”

Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses

They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen

Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault

Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off

Now I like my house big and my grass soft

I like my girl face South and her ass North

But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit

Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!

[Chorus: Drake]

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]

Pandemonium, she cause that

Toss it up, and I stuff ‘em where her draws at

That’s on everything like feets that’s on my floor mats

Red bottoms, spikes on ‘em, that’s yo stacks

Speakin’ Spanish while she tannin’, body no fat

Shawty body body got me on my 4th stack

Pink champagne, order more yak

Rollin’ airplanes, where I land at?

I levitate over numbers you niggas never make

The Columbians callin’, I tell ‘em “perate”

Every summer I celebrate with a new estate

Let’s get the f-ck out this club, call it the great escape

She wrap her lips ’round a nigga, just like a chinchilla

Crap table Bellagio, I’m a big tipper

My life a stage I need her just to stand on it

Everyday she look back, I toss a band on it

[Chorus: Drake]

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Thanks to adriana

Thanks to LeAKz for correcting these lyrics

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