lil wayne – megaman lyrics
[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 n-gg-s got that ammo
we jack son then light up that “l”, samuel
tunechi in this b-tch n-gg-, y’all n-gg-s b-tch n-gg-s
rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss n-gg-
baseball rich n-gg-, do this sh-t for all my homies
where them bad b-tches at? come and put that p-ssy on me
tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing sh-t
yeah you know that money talk, i am the ventriloquist
tranquilizer in the trunk, put your -ss to sleep man
birdman jr. got the world in my wingspan
how you n-gg-s want it? have it your way, burger king
i get deep in that p-ssy, dig her out, surgery
f-cking with a real n-gg-, f-cking right, certainly
break in your f-cking home, take your life, burglary
woah n-gg-, die slow n-gg-, for dear life your holding on en vogue n-gg-
unload n-gg-, reload n-gg-, tools on deck, home depot n-gg-
well if life is a b-tch, then mine a gold digger
and all my b-tches nasty like a cold dinner
everyday i go so hard and work my -ss 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 f-ck 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 n-gg- to f-ck with
this a crazy world and life is shorter than bushwick
young money man we got this sh-t by a land slide
boy i send them bloods at your -ss like a tampon
uptown sh-t, 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 n-body but god almighty
shoot that motherf-cker till i get arthritis
i’m a beast, i’m a -ss, i’m ahead of my cl-ss
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 bullsh-t and remember me
[laugh]
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