lil wayne feat betty wright - playing with fire lyrics
so you’ve got so many diamonds
you wear all the finest clothes
and your grill is shining
as you’re drivin‘ down the streets of gold
but you can’t blame me if i set this stage on fire
momma always told me i was crazy
and my hoes say i’m amazing but i don’t listen to a lady
but the b-tch say i’m hot, and i say no b-tch i’m blazin’
like, what the f-ck you expect i’m a motherf-ckin’ cajun
and i feel caged in my mind, it’s like my flow doin’ time
i goes crazy inside but when it comes out it’s fine
like wine, wait, watch
see i get better with time like a watch
osh b’gosh, posh spice husband
couldn’t kick it like i kick it, b-tch
i kix it, no cereal like a landing and i sticks it
wherever she asks me after she licks it
that’s too explicit but why you listenin’
i smell smoke and somethin’ sizzlin’
that’s her p-ssy, so hey p-ssy
play with p-ssy or play p-ssy
but you can’t blame me if i set this stage on fire
they say you’re n-body ’til somebody kills you
but where i’m from you’re n-body till you kill somebody
and you know what they say
when you’re great it’s not murder, it’s -ss-ssinate
so -ss-ssinate me b-tch
’cause i’m doing the same sh-t martin luther king did
checkin’ in the same hotel, in the same suite b-tch
same balcony, like -ss-ssinate me b-tch
swim to him, cheay
i don’t rap, i film movies with my rap
you can call me mr. directors chair
yeah and that’s a wrap
cut on to the next
not the next scene, b-tch the next check
some say the x, makes the s-x ‘spect’s
so play wit’ the p-ssy or play p-ssy
so you got so many diamonds
you wear all the finest clothes
and your grill is shining
as you’re drivin’ down the streets of gold
but you can’t blame me if i set this stage on fire
get ‘em, straight off the corner of apple and eagle
braveheart b-tch like the times i’m medieval
married to the game, divorced the cathedral
standin’ on the corner selling porcelain to people
forced into evil, it’s all in your head
it’s all so cerebral, call me knievel
you follow when i lead you, straight to the needle
the bottles, the battle, the beetles’ll eat you
momma named cita, i love you cita
member when your p-ssy second husband tried to beat you?
remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleaver
he ain’t give a f-ck, i ain’t give a f-ck neither
he could see the devil, see the devil in my features
you could smell the ether, you can see cita
you can see the cita, see the cita in my features
and she don’t play neither
but you can’t blame me if i set this stage on fire
c3, 3peat
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