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lil wayne - john lyrics

fo’ fo’ bulldog, my my pack
i point it at you and tell it fetch
i’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
i get p-ssy, mouth and -ss, call it triple threat
when i was in jail she let me call her collect
but if she get greedy, i’ma starve her to death
top down, it’s upset ? d-ck in the world and n-gga i aint ? 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 aint talking bout a sketch
i pay these n-ggas 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

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

load up the choppers like it’s december 31st
roll up and c-ck it and hit them where it hurts
cause if i die today, remember me like john lennon
buried in louis, i’m talking all brown linen, huh

big black, and an icey watch
shoes on the coupe, that 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, boss
in the red 911 looking devilish
red beam make a n-gga sit down
thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
drop ?
make it come back even harder than before
baby i’m the only one that paid your car notes
well connected i got killers in chicago

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

load up the choppers like it’s december 31st
roll up and c-ck it and hit them where it hurts
cause if i die today, remember me like john lennon
buried in louis, i’m talking all brown linen, huh

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, big clocks
your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck
empty the clip than roll a window up
swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun
i’m in a red, she said she
200 thou on a chain, i don’t need a piece
that banana clip, let ya ? speak
dark shades, eazy e
five letters, ymcmb
f-ck that n-gga, f-ck that n-gga
i see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
you know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
if i died today it’d be a holiday

i’m not a star, somebody lied i got a chopper in the car
so don’t make it come alive
rip ya 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
aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
pull up in the sleigh, hop out like i’m santa claus
n-ggas gather round, i got gifts for all of y’all
take it home and let it bubble thats 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, m-th-f-ck huddle up

i’m not a star, somebody lied, i got a chopper in the car
yeah

- lil wayne lyrics

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