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lil wayne - scottie lyrics

[intro]
cool n dre, this is

[refrain]
it’s so simple that it’s complicated (complicated), uh
you think about mistakes, that’s when you made ’em (when you made ’em), yeah
the water’s runnin’, baby, i ain’t chasin’ (i ain’t chasin’)
’cause only in still water we can see our faces (see our faces)
real sh+t, i told my n+gga

[verse 1]
“boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin’
n+gga, them dog+ass hoes be creepin'”
i got a few ms put up for safe keepin’
long hair, don’t care like i was raised in a teepee
n+gga, gun hurt, nina said she ’bout to go streakin’
n+ggas ’bout to go to missin’, n+ggas ’bout to go to deacons
n+ggas ’bout to get high as airmen from tuskegee
n+ggas blind to the fact ’cause they don’t wan’ see me
n+ggas don’t want talk, n+ggas don’t want reason
n+ggas don’t want peace, n+ggas don’t know the meanin’
n+gga said, “you’re a b+tch, n+gga,” b+tch european
n+gga, we herculean, n+gga, skate, surf, or skiin’
n+gga really overseeing, y’all n+ggas sight seein’
tomorrow is what a n+gga ain’t guaranteein’
new orleans had a sheriff by the name of harry lee
and when he died, n+ggas shouted out, “tha+thank you, jesus”
cruising down the street and i ain’t caribbean
ain’t terrified and i ain’t never been
sippin’ h+town, lookin’ like jeremy lin
i’m movin’ slower than a f+ckin’ maryland terrapin
i ain’t got time, patience very thin
i will f+ck a n+gga bride on the day she marry him
i’m a bad samaritan, i’m a black american
got white like a f+ckin’ aryan, and

[chorus]
i don’t need no pot to p+ss in, i just need a pot to whip it
i don’t need no f+ckin’ help, i don’t need no scottie pippen
i don’t need a lot of n+ggas, i just need a chopper, n+gga
graveyard or penitentiary, i keep runnin’ out of n+ggas
i ain’t runnin’ out on n+ggas, no

[verse 2]
now beam me up scotty
you gon’ find your mommy chopped up in a tub
with “stop snitchin'” written on a note by her body
i picked up your ho and she wore something tiny
i wore something simple, she like that about me
my dope from the ’90s, my dope ain’t consignment
my coke ain’t that diet, i hope you a client
these hoes be relying, these n+ggas be lying
these n+ggas who snitchin’ we throw to the lions
ain’t no testifyin’, you know desert’s quiet
so scream until you give your throat laryngitis, we so terrorizin’
you cuddle too much, you choose hoes to confide in
i know where you hide and that ho verified it
i told my homie, “i know where to find him”
he said, “you late, we already got him
and by the way, it was an honor”
that made my day, made me so proud
i bought my b+tch some sh+t from her favorite designer
and a chihuahua
what’s the occasion? don’t worry about it
i don’t f+ck with snakes except kobe, the mamba
might cut off my hair ’cause these hoes is delilah’s
let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals
call me the greatest or call me retired
it’s up in the air like carbon monoxide
b+tch, we in the buildin’, we started from outside
my d+ck is my third eye and she call it c+ckeyed
my bath tub lift up, my walls do a 360
she get so wet, it can be sea sickening
n+ggas expect some sort of leniency
i’m in high def, but why are you screening me?
i’m weezy f you, with a sick d+ck
hop on my skateboard, do a quick trick
playin’ my role, even with a thick script
waitin’ on a revolution, hope i get a big tip
smoking on cee+lo green, lighting up a big gift
every bud get nipped, life is so vibrant and the suns just trip
anything can happen, put the whats with the ifs
but what’s with the ifs?
just pass that weed like flyin’ colors
light green, teal, turquoise, purple
when i’m in a room, if these walls could talk
i’m sure they’d prefer to be non+verbal
papa was a rolling stone, worthless
mama said i wasn’t on purpose
that’s why i got a ice box where
my heart used to be in this cold world
i’m a monster, a cold blooded monster
i’m colder than f+ckin’ moscow, kilos, ounces, grammys, oscars
knock you off your f+ckin’ high horse
like a cold+blooded jouster, fightin’ for my life
praying to the ringside announcer

[refrain]
it’s so simple that it’s complicated (complicated), yeah
you think about mistakes, that’s when you made ’em (when you made ’em), yeah
the water’s runnin’, baby, i ain’t chasin’ (i ain’t chasin’)
’cause only in still water’s when we see our faces (see our faces)
real sh+t, tell ’em

[chorus]
i don’t need no pot to p+ss in, i just need a pot to whip it
i don’t need no f+ckin’ help, i don’t need no scottie pippen
i don’t need a lot of n+ggas, i just need that chopper with me
graveyard or penitentiary, i keep runnin’ out of n+ggas
i ain’t runnin’ out on n+ggas, no
i ain’t runnin’ out on n+ggas, no
i don’t need a lot of n+ggas, i just need a chopper with me
graveyard or penitentiary, i keep runnin’ out of n+ggas
i ain’t runnin’ out on n+ggas, no
now beam me up scotty (now beam me up scotty)

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