Lyrics:
zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns
[Lil' Wayne
of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove
God got me, illum-i-not-me written in bold
Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy
Buy 150
And, thank God I'm famous
'Cause a lot of these ballers would be 'round here chainless
But I made bling bling
Yeah, ching, ching
Any sorry ass rap
Yup.. money, money, money
I woke up, boy it's time to get it
Walking to the window, saw the city
Thank God I woke up - feelin' like
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil
He say, what's a man to do
When I'm in the neighborhood
Where colors matter
Thank God for the culture, amen, yo
Wayne lil Wayne lil Wayne
I rap like I'm insane cuz I'm a lil flame
Running fast like usain usain usain
I ain't worried bout no thing yeah watch me be
the Rover (what?)
Thank God I was by Benz (skrrt)
Told my mama to pray I stay in touch with all my friends (Pray for me)
Hundred dollar bills on me now up
and how it sit on the rims
Or I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask a atheist
And if I ain't
drive by
Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money
mad I'm fly as lil wayne
Running to the bag my name ain't james
If it's bout a bag ima claim it no shame
N*ggas just hate me they couldn't explain
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm
Its Lil' Wayne (Lil' Wayne) on the wall brain spilla
Grave filla
Who me untamed gorilla
I be thugged out
Dead bodies drugged out
Throw
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
chill with a nigga, ayy
Soaking bitches with the champagne (champagne)
I'm the new lightskin Lil Wayne (Lil Wayne)
I gotta touch it if them titties
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
word, they'd a ran up on Ya, Thank God
Thank God, Thank God
Thank God we ain't broke still
Thank God
Thank Heaven we remember how waking up Broke feel
you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"
All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So
to be my fiancé
'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye
Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé
to be my fiancé
'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye
Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé
sneeze
Excuse me, God bless me, thank you
Socks on the coupe cover the ankles
I'm drivin' so fast, I might sprain 'em
They be tryna' bite the style,
and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Fine wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh
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