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lil wayne - fly away lyrics

[intro: dj drama]
ahem
i’d like for you to take this time
and remember where you was
the first time you heard dedication
if i asked you how many times you’ve listened to d2
could you tell me?
dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard
when we had a black president
d4 and 5, we got back to business
y’all done copied the rhymes
y’all done stole the artwork
tried to emulate my sh-t-talkin’
weezy and dram’ — we are the mixtape blueprint
hahaha! you welcome
a dedication

[verse 1: wayne]
i got doja, narcotics, and actavis; that’s dna
got a dyk- ho, nympho, and your b-tch layin’ next to me and bae
eazy like nwa, they make me feel a-ok
feeling like tony, grrreat, feeling all on me, tsa
she got dollars, nut, and alcohol all over her t&a
she snort all this kkk, and this broad need aaa
let’s enjoy some nba, y’all lil boys ncaa
yeah, we got a-m-m-o but you get beat like mma
i got dracos, ninos, automatics; that my dna
you get beat like sugar ray, tko, o-h-h
i smoke o’s, i sip ace, i pop hoes, xanies straight
i got p’s, i got weight, i got kis, i got gates
i got moon rock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it’s laced
i smoke doobies, don’t smoke j’s
don’t watch movies, don’t go to plays
i watch cuties, p-rn and play, i got uzis on the way
i don’t be choosey, i don’t be safe
i don’t get woozy, i get the waist
my b-tch ballin’ like zhané, erykah badu with the fade
capital-wnba, i just teach her how to save
i been sleepin’ with my ak with my finger around her waist
i been dreamin’, i caught a body –
that’s some sweet dreams, who want a taste?
give the american dream to a b-tch that ain’t even from the usa
that’s the land of the free, it’s the home of aj
got a whole brick of some yay, i put one line on the plate
she’s gon’ take it to the face like “thin line between love and hate”
i got dealers ‘n’ -ssociates, call that my dna
all these diamonds, all this gold and sh-t, call that pb&j
i got bloods in la, i got bloods down in the a
i got bloods everywhere you lay, but ain’t no blood in my filet
hit the court, shoot the da, treat beef like usda
omw to your trap (-blap-) now i’ll be on my way
i got plugs i ain’t got to pay, i got sh-t i ain’t got to say
i got cribs way out of state, i ain’t got no more pocket sp-ce
sippin’ slo-mo at my pace, lean like i wear a brace
queens want to be embraced, kings want to be an ace
i remember ace of spades, i remember the goose is grey
now it’s b-mbu by the case, n-gg-, f-ck you, fly away
sick sh-t, blrrrp

[break: dj drama & (lil wayne)]
dedicated
to the culture that tunechi birthed
to the sons and daughters of weezy
y’all n-gg-s still watching a master at work
(i already got…)
d6

[verse 2: lil wayne]
i already got the ganja
i already got the fanta
all black like uganda
hair back like e. honda, wait
hardhat like a condom
your skull crack, then we crowned you
shark-bite to a flounder
bar-fight to a bouncer, wait
all franks like sinatra
face been painted, they ain’t never clowned him
everybody rakin’ cash like it’s autumn
y’all boys sweeter than whatchamacallit
all y’all take a seat on this toilet
y’all ain’t sh-t, but y’all p-ss-poor, and
sittin’ in the foreign like i’m on a harley
keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic
alone in a mansion, i’m macaulay culkin
thought about your coffin and started barfin’
thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin’
thought about this artful sh-t, how i’m so thoughtful
walkin’ on the marble, feelin’ like ricardo
walkin’ ’round like the campus of harvard
shoutout my n-gg- swizz, n-gg-s gettin’ smarter
try to hit the books, and n-gg- hit the target
sittin’ on the charter, talkin’ ’bout the targets
waitin’ on departure, waiting on a sculpture
make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge
make sure my barbies keep an extra barbie
my d-ck is her electric chair, feel the voltage
and her p-ssy better smell like a orchid
wetter than a wishin’ well, need a quarter
d-mn, i wish i was a lil bit taller
d-mn, i wish i drank a lil more water
d-mn, my weed stank a lil more harder
d-mn, i pull up with a redbone, scarlet
with a yellowbone car; that smoke green, that’s marley
purple and the orange, you seen, that’s horror
no eve in my garden, f-r-uh, f-r-uh
all the gs in my corner, them boys so warriors
believe we deserve every leaf in the forest
kis and quarters layin’ around my headquarters
borderline h–rder, you a mortal, i report ’em
world on my shoulders but it’s lighter than a clover
i’m your b-tch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
system so solar, got white like crayola
nut like granola all in your b-tch rollers
you never been to jail, ain’t never been in a corolla
then i roll a blunt ’bout as thick as a samoan
this is that sick sh-t, the sickness is showin’
the sickness is spreadin’, the disease is growin’
the b-tches is hoein’, the witnesses knowin’
the dollars are torn, they fishing for coins
i continue goin’, i get to the boar
and i rip off his horns, six in the mornin’
then i just yawn and forget to mourn
and give to the star, it’s 6, the reward

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