Lyrics:
the anesthesia
It'll send her body into a seizure
That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'
Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words
What do you say
In the ghetto infested by shade and drama
And niggas wit' thangs ain't afraid of karma
I'm thinkin' big like Lil Wayne and Tha Carters's that
said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
right by his side
For the last ten summers
Smokin' on Obama and we doin' numbers
I just left the atm
My bank acount got commas
You just jumped on stage
swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be
block, I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My sell is ten a ki
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop
tuh spot an officer in plain clothes.
Starin at you pussy niggas, all I see is rainbows.
Hoppin on a jet tuh every lil wayne show.
Me and lil jazzy
dough from the '90s
Shiny P-90 in the lining
I'm dining, don't time me, motherfucker
Hot Boy Wayne
Since the beginning, I've been in and out of some
(12), always had hate for the 12 (12)
I was out late night tryna get to it, you had to be in before 12 (12)
Biggest nigga ever came out the city, a lil
bunch
I'm going back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart
fault
Say Lil Wayne a nigga wanna
Offer me some real head
Say lil daddy I got to
Have this fuckin real head
Bad enough these white folks want
To change
on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you
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
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his
a player hold the game by the book (yeah)
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them
a player hold the game by the book (yeah)
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his
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
mighty possessive
Lil' Wayne could not have found him a better successor
Every shot you see them take at me? They all contested
Allen Iverson shoe deal,
Stack that paper and stay out the way
How many racks I could fit in the safe?
I'm a stepper, they know I don't play
They respect me like Santa,
Man let me chill I'm to
Cold for this shit cussin'
Yes Sir - this ya boy Weezy Baby man
We doin this wayne here - I see you!
Fe - I see you! Louie Baby
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
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