Lyrics:
lonely
By my lonely
Why they wanna fuck with me?
Why they wanna take me out my spot?
I came up luckily
Why they think they better?
Can't compare I say that
a billi I cannot relax
Courtside at the game I cannot see you in the back
Money getting too long, how can I do wrong
Took a bitch out and I swiped for
out, I'm Lil Wayne
I got all these shiny chains and swag
Nigga you ain't gonna get no pussy
With that basic swag you need
To buy all this ice, this bling
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
[Repeat x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one
pillan
rompe
(rompe me el bumper)
julio voltio remix!
(rompe me el bumper)
rompe, pitbull asta bajo
(rompe me el bumper)
revelucion remix
(rompe me el
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with
tup (come on)
Remix
Uh
Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
Took me to to the crib, man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama told
when niggas try and hit me I'm just handin' 'em out
'Cause I ain't tryna see my mom cryin' (cryin')
And my sis mournin' (mournin')
So I'ma let this
don't fuck with lil josh
He a goofy he a bitch
I don't respect no nigga
Cryin in the whip
Especially if you cryin and lyin in the whip
Lil bro don't call
streets taught me
I am not who I once used to be
Thank god for the people who stood by me
I went to hell and back with my team
And I wouldn’t change a damn
a million on his head
Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds
Give a fuck about 'he say, she say' I don't wanna hear about what they
than Wayne '05
No, they don't want no smoke
Get you and bro both high
Aroma when I walk by
Like "this shit potent"
Many men they tried to sell me mid
of tummy guns
With a hundred round fuckin' drum
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Shit, I'm talking about riding out tonight
Only way I die first, got
ready for death
Protect Lil B all I rep (Fuck 'em)
Yeah I protect Lil B
Might come in with that extra on me
Niggas playing with us that's the
Shit I
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
ain't a lot to give a nigga stitches
It ain't a lot to take her out her britches
Hellcat jump like it got hiccups
Nigga was cryin' over a lil freaky ho
I
was in the feds with West and I'm solid without a question
Back then, two of the woes hit a lick for that lil' bread
Ain't get them bricks out of that
get peeled like no onion
And have ya moma cryin
Niggas told me they gon ride
Cant leave da house wit out my 9
Niggas snitchin to cut time
Bodies droppin
a bag in the safe
Gig on tour, ensurin' my bass
Wavin' my lil' ones and bathing apes
Niggas cryin' for less out here
Do what I gotta do bruh, do bruh
Discuss these cryin out for me remix by lil wayne Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In