Lyrics:
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
nigga, yeah
That beat by (What? What? What?)
And that first step is to
Get your first name, lil' baby
And the second step is to get your last name
Lil
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
but her numbers in my iPhone
Yea, I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch
I'm
I got one in the cage and I got two on the stage,
I got a waitress on the under tryna' give me some face
They play some Lil Wayne mixed with some
more money in-in-in my fuckin' purse
C-court side, you in the C Section
I'm with them Bloods, you-you with the C Section
In Malibu I'm by the sea
the side I'm the main
High fashion you plain
Gotham's villain I'm Bane
Rich shit Bruce Wayne
That boy ain't my homie
No bitch you don't know me
I ain't happy
real niggas don't wine
Silly hoe, Silly hoe
I'm in the trap making billies' hoe
You in the cut in your feelings hoe
Felling like Wayne got No Ceilings
getting twisted off the indo
Baby, Lil Wayne, B.G., and me committing sins though
Better beware because we bout to spend a bend though
Don't get caught
smoke out the pound
Yea yea
And I'm gone keep on smoking
I gotta Glock on me always
Lil bitch ima always tote it
Yea these niggas wanna copy my swag
(All night long I wait)
Yeah, hey, mama
Kick time at the bed, I'm coming over
Got something to show you
Behold your ass
I's wanna hold you,
the way up
A nigga couldn't fall even if they drug him in cuffs
I'm prayin' for better days than Freddie Gray's
Where Lil Wayne and Birdman can hug
daddy trip
I'm gone, sit back and watch daddy dip (yeah)
Scoot up Lamborghini with lil' shawty, she the baddest
She gon' roll the weed, shoot
die
Put him in the oven, turn it up, and bake him like a pie
Told my dawg to meet me by my whip, I'm parked by Popeyes
If he test me once, I'm not
by this pressure
I be throwing my hands to the heavens
Finding it hard just to stand up
Lil mamma taking a stand
I'm overwhelmed by this pressure
Know I can’t let you fuck up my day lil bitch
Niggas wanna hate they can’t wait for me to quit
Quick as dame
Switchin lanes
And I’m blazin
counting dirty money since 12:30
A.M., weigh them
If they short, take them right back and spray him, amen
Yeah, I just do my Wayne
And every time I do
the status (Uh huh
She only want me cause I’m famous
Lil mama in the VIP
I still wonder why she wanna be by me I said
Lil mama in the VIP
I still wonder why
Lil Nas X
The number one song on the Billboard Hot 100
"Call Me By Your Name," by Lil Nas X
I wanted fame and I wanted riches
Wanted happiness,
Wayne's World 'cause they say that "I'm not worthy!"
My company is fuckin me like Arsenio does Eddie Murphy
Industry kills, I go for the throat
I treat
Bitch not a chump
Got the choppa by the pump
No this ain't a lil pump my niggas shooting from the jump
Bitch I'm shooting from the jump
Bitch I'm
the supplier
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Talk: I got you l o
Uh-oh, like hey lil mama
He can spend money but we can spend a day lil mama
Cause I'm a rider
But I could
done came up
Lil Wayne don't worry about what's in my cup
Pitbull say what you know about that Blanco
Yeah I'm getting chips don't touch they nachos
Bed
and gotta Laker deal
Dead presidents, I got the UderTaker feel
Lil mama wanna see me, but I'm always stayin busy
Gettin spins on da radio, ya boi gettin
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