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lil wayne - what's next lyrics

[intro]
yeah
mmm-mh

[verse 1: lil wayne]
i been smokin’ on the gas
hocus pocus on the gas
i been snorklin’ in the cash
going krogers with the bags
i done went blind goin’ hulk hogan on they -ss
tell my shooters “count me out”, and i end up doin’ the math
i been f-ckin’ in the shower so my dreads soaked
i been f-ckin’ on the counter ’cause my bed’s soaked
you know my lean nice and cold like some dead folks
you know my eyes nice and low like i make egg rolls, oh
i got them pills, we call ’em illies
i got the wet, i’m water whippin’
i rob his -ss like robin givens
i get them ms a mile a minute
don’t pay your bill, i’m power trippin’
bet, that’s how i’m livin’
i got three hoes followin’ me
ho, ho, ho; i’m down the chimney
h-llo, i make her throw away her p-ssy toys, yeah
ain’t got a job, i make her look employed, yeah
she do the money count in just her drawers, yeah
i make her count out loud, i listen hard
i been f-ckin’ models, they been walkin’ ’round in towels
they been snortin’ powder, i been in here takin’ downers
they been countin’ for hours, getting kisses by the thousands
money and the power, they be in here watchin’ power
all my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like michael jackson
brrrt! pull up like a taxi
stereo on max, and n-gg- bury your own casket
n-gg- say h-llo to rabbit
my lil homies bang
my lil homies, they deranged
they don’t want the fame
k!ll your -ss and fly to spain
ding-ding, c-ke and ice cream, that sh-t got a nice ring
put my face up in the p-ssy, i’m just sight seein’
yeah, starin’ at the world through an automatic
sweet mother of pearls, sweet jesus of nazareth
quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin’ slow, baby
i could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
look, i cannot sit down without gettin’ down
what’s new in town? let’s do it now
a couple marbles ain’t been found
a couple screws been screwed around
my father ain’t been ’round, my heart ain’t missed a pound
the system up or down, and it’s been up and down
a psycho, all i’m missin’ is the gown
sippin’ up, i p-ss enough to drown
twistin’ up a pound
high as f-ck, a bentley truck on clouds
y’all so underground
i break a whole bunch of f-ckin’ vows
come to hunt you down
all up in your section
ue protection when you f-ck around
possession of deception
imperfection, no affection
no correct your transgression
turn depression to aggression
got an obsession for expression
with no pressure, no discretion
and the f is for the
“flesh of all the fleshless ones, i left ’em, f ’em.”

[verse 2: zoey dollaz]
your b-tch open so we run in it
any club, got my gun in it
i ain’t even got to touch you dudes
i’ll get you k!lled young n-gg-
eat, sleep, talk sh-t, rap
brand new ak, all black
tunechi gave me this gift wrapped
your bars sweet, candy, kit-kat
hope you p-ssy n-gg-s get mad
keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft
off-white, gucci, mix match
all my diamonds drip, sh-t splash
black bmw, your b-tch gave me top at the w
she told me dollaz i’m over you
these b-tches way too emotional, uh
so much perkys, i’m barely sober
diamond choker, crazy, bipolar
keep my n-gg-s with me, i tote ’em
never be committed, i told her
enough with you n-gg-s, i do not f-ck with you n-gg-s
i know i’m stuck with you n-gg-s
grew up with you n-gg-s
we all was swipin’ cards, scammin’ it up with you n-gg-s
miami ballin’, it’s a hobby, call a n-gg- joe robby
haitian food or hibachi, atv’s, walkie-talkies
chris paul, we load the rocket
eight ball, corner pocket
ah man, n-gg- stop it
you know it’s dollaz
when it comes to rap, no problems
haha, hold up, talk to ’em
i’m the hottest out in my city
bad boy too, ask diddy
hundred foot yacht, jet skiin’
b-tches kissin’ b-tches, lesbian
n-gg-s talkin’ beef, let’s see ’em
y’all don’t want beef, y’all vegan
if so, come, no s-m-n
yeah, you get it?
future put me on, he from atlanta
n-gg-s in my city crabs in a barrel
made it out without y’all help
i can say i did it myself
tunechi told me leave this beat blessed
i k!lled this sh-t, no stress
first 48, this stretch
someone tell me what’s next?

- lil wayne lyrics

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