lil wayne - if i die today lyrics
[– feat. rick ross:]
[lil wayne:]
fo’ fo’ bulldog, my motherf-cking pet-
i point it at you and tell that motherf-cker fetch
am f-cking the girl she gat her legs on my neck
i get p-ssy, mouth and -ss, call that b-tch triple threat
when i was in jail she let me call her collect
but if she get greedy, i’m a starve her to death
top down, it’s upset been f-cking the world and n-gg- and i ain’t c-m yet!
you f-ck with me wrong, i knock your head off your neck
the flight too long, i got a bed on the jet
the guns are drawn and i ain’t talking bout a sketch
i pay these n-gg-s with a reality check
prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
this game is a b-tch i got my hand up her dress
the money don’t sleep so weezy can’t rest
an ak47 is my f-cking address, huh
[rick ross:]
i’m not a star, somebody lied i got a chopper in the car
i got a chopper in the car
i got a chopper in the car
[lil wayne:]
load up the choppers like it’s december 31st
roll up and c-ck it and hit them n-gg-s where it hurts
if i die today, remember me like john lennon
buried in louis, i’m talking all brown linen, huh
[rick ross:]
big black n-gg-, and an icey watch
shoes on the coupe, b-tch i got a nike shop
counts the profits you could bring ’em in a nike box
grinding in my jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
i’m swimming in the yellow b-tch, boss
in the red 911 looking devilish
red beam make a b-tch n-gg- sit down
thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
drop palmolive in a n-gg- dope
make it come back even harder than before
baby i’m the only one that paid your car notes
well connected, got killers off in chicago
[rick ross:]
i’m not a star, somebody lied i got a chopper in the car
i got a chopper in the car
i got a chopper in the car
[lil wayne:]
load up the choppers like it’s december 31st
roll up and c-ck it and hit them n-gg-s where it hurts
if i die today, remember me like john lennon
buried in louis, i’m talking all brown linen, huh
[lil wayne:]
talk stupid get ya head popped
i got that esther, b-tch i’m red fox
big bee’s, red sox
i get money to kill time, dead clocks
your f-cking with a n-gg- who don’t give a f-ck
empty the clip than roll a window up
p-ssy n-gg-s sweet, you n-gg-s cinnabon
i’m in a red b-tch, she said she finna c-m
200 thou on a chain, i don’t need a piece
that banana clip, let chiquita speak
dark shades, eazy e
five letters, ymcmb
b-tch -ss n-gg-, p-ssy -ss n-gg-
i see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gg-
you know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
if i died today it’d be a holiday
[rick ross:]
i’m not a star, somebody lied i got a chopper in the car
so don’t make it come alive
rip yo -ss apart than i put myself together
ymcmb, double m, we rich forever
the bigger the bullet the more that b-tch gon bang
red on the wall, basquiat when i paint
red lamborghini till i gave it to my b-tch
my first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
son of a b-tch, than i made a great escape
ain’t it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
pull up in the sleigh, hop out like i’m santa claus
n-gg-s gather round, got gifts for all of y’all
take it home and let it bubble that’s the double up
if you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up
it’s a cold world i need a bird to cuddle up
i call the plays, motherf-ck huddle up
[lil wayne:]
i’m not a star, somebody lied, i got a chopper in the car
yeah
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