Álbum: Free Weezy Album

Listado de Canciones

1. Glory

   Letra

   [Verse 1] Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong The garbage man puttin' on cologne around my room I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa AK-47 my business partner, business is swell French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle' I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory [Verse 2] I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther I'm not accuser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on My weed louder than underarms and car alarms Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board But all this fuckin' art destroyed, this the art of war These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh? [Verse 3] Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin' Lord, oh, Lord [Verse 4] Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy' Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory [Verse 5] Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
2. He´s Dead
3. I Feel Good

   Letra

   [Intro] Tunechi, baby [Verse 1] Lord I think I'm ballin' too hard And my girlfriend think she too much, all she do is get pretty I get shit faced, don't we make a cute couple? To a broke heart we look like 2 bucks I gotta posse full of hittas and a pocket full of In God We Trust It's been so long since I said "It cost too much" I'm so addicted to the fast money lifestyle and withdrawal sucks And dead presidents act immortal, but I know you see money's not a problem Bald like a butch bitch Let's go on a shopping spree, take that shit to Goodwill Money in the shoebox, what's up with all these shoeboxes? Baby I'm my own boss, "Dwayne you gon' get you fired" [Chorus] But I feel Good, I knew that I would, yeah, I feel Good I'm smoking that good, I feel good my girl got that good, yeah Girl your pussy so good And these hoes is no good But I got you, yeah Girl your pussy so good And these hoes is no good But I got you, yeah [Verse 2] (Tunechi, baby, yeah) They say "Boy put some money aside," "Don't tell me what to do with mine" All my kids already rich and they kids, and they kids They think money grow on trees and as tall as they grew I climbed Knock knock "Who's There?" Ha I told the bitch it's just money the road can get a lil bumpy So on the low I got that blow and ya know it's gon' feel like a trumpet I'm going home to my lil mama, she call me Big Poppa, she get hard dick and McDonalds Cause she so tired of them Whoppers I fucked her good so proper, she say my name in opera I turn into a piranha and eat it like tilapia She know I'm going through a lot so she say my name in Gospel No weapon formed against Weezy shall prosper and [Chorus] And I feel good, yeah I knew that I would, yeah and I'm still hood yeah Shoutout to my hood, I was sick of stunnin' but I feel cured Leave yo ass in the woods, yeah and these hoes is no good, no good but I got a few, yeah These hoes is no good, these hoes is no good but fuck it I got you, fuck 'em I got you [Outro] And I feel good Tunechi, baby, I feel good Like diamonds on wood, yeah, I feel good my girl got that good girl, yeah Girl yo pussy so good and these hoes is no good, but I got you yeah
4. My Heart Races On

   Letra

   [Jake Troth:] When this world comes crashing And time flies right past us Love only lasts if my heart races on So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster ‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on I'm racing on it, on I'm racing on, if my heart races on [Lil Wayne:] Uh, I'm priceless, remember me like they remember the Titans Reality bit me and continue to bite me Got no degree but where I'm from, that’s the original climate Where you can’t tell a fiend a crack rock isn’t a diamond Hold on, Lord if my Bugatti come to a dead end I've already been everywhere except heaven And tomorrow’s not promised, when I'm gone but not forgotten I hope my homies calming down my momma, Lord I guess I'll see you on that other side Where the flowers never die, the angels never lie Yeah, the revolution will be televised I just hope my contribution will be memorized Oh, momma hate I got my daddy’s eyes Never looked into my daddy’s eyes, he ain't have the time Fuck him, the revolution will be televised I just hope my contribution will be memorized [Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):] When this world comes crashing And time flies right past us (Hold on) Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on) So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on) ‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on (I'm gone) I'm racing on, if (I'm gone), my heart races on [Lil Wayne:] Uh, Tunechi you an angel Must be here for a reason, and that might be the main one Fuck it, I'm making money before making changes I sold my soul to the devil, he bought it then exchanged it Fuck it, I'm working bitch, I know you see me working Searching for better days, before a better person I'm perfect, just ask my bitch and she’ll say that’s so urgent I purchased, my children gifts and I just keep the curses Yeah, my heart right and my head ain't, cause I'm never in my right mind But I'm Einstein when I do think, and I grew wings If you catch a feather just keep it, and I’ll be racing on No short cuts, no cheating [Jake Troth (Lil Wayne):] When this world comes crashing And time flies right past us (Hold on) Love only lasts if my heart races on (Hold on) So I step on the gas, burning faster and faster (Hold on) ‘Cause love only lasts if my heart races on (My heart right and my head ain't) I'm racing on if (I'm gone), on, (I'm gone) I'm racing on, if (I'm gone) My (There’s nothing left but to fly, if you catch a feather just keep it) heart races on [Lil Wayne:] This morning I woke up on my good side Life is just a race against time so have a good time Heart racing, thoughts racing, competition, goodbye I turn around, run backwards to see what second place look like Oh Lord, what are we running from? The police cause they already killed enough of us Stay out them streets cause they don’t fuck with us, they hunting us We in a race against racists, that’s a color run I keep my feet above the ground, we gon' run the town Heart racing on, beat, beat, beating, knock and pound Love marathon, getting deeper by the mile I see no finish line, on your mark, set, pow
5. London Roads

   Letra

   (Weed and syrup, yeah) All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes I like mouth in my lap, and pussy on my nose And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine And I swear everyday I'm on my Ariana grind Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan Lord I'm a free man like I come from Amistad Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in heaven I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant So when my niggas creep they catch 'em when they least expect 'em Momma told me if you run these streets, run these streets correctly Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it's warm Church shoes to play ball We spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes Boy that vest won't save you, neither will heroes Lord he better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold their soul Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors I was runnin' outta patience, 'til I heard "All aboard" They mad cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k I be spendin' 25k every 5 days I sent my girl on a spa day cause Hood just came with them chickens I don't want you in the house bae Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap house in abundance We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me Hol' up, had to switch the flow up, had to pour up, roll some more up Watch me go up, my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up? Pick my bro up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow up, yeah you know us Then we toast cups and we post up, don't approach us, we got toasters That's my slime like we ghost bust and we both bust, give no fucks Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca I know a ho who'll rock the boat, but I row her, I'm Noah Lord I remember when I was no one Lord When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres oh Lord I remember dyin' on her room floor And wakin' up in some police's arms He died recent, so I hope heaven made more room for him And I hope he see me, cause if he didn't save that lil boy there would be no Weezy oh Lord
6. I´m That Nigga
7. Psycho

   Letra

   Psycho, you got me psycho Baby come at me I'm not backing down I never knew the girl would have me out here trippin' I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' I thought I was whippin' till that pussy whipped me I fell asleep in it like Whitney I go hard for my baby, psycho ward for my baby Swipe that card for my baby, body guard for my baby Bobby Brown for my baby, lock it down for my baby I knock that pussy out then I growl for my baby Even psycho's need love too, I save all her text messages I smell her panties while she in the bathroom And taste whatever she left in them I take pictures of her when she not lookin' Study 'em microscopically Marry me and then bury me and then bury her on top of me I'm psycho, you got me psycho Baby come at me I'm not backing down Girl I'm so crazy for you, I left my old lady for ya Now she done went crazy, you know she be hatin' on ya Say she gon' be waitin' for me, but she gon' be waitin' 'Cause she know I'm crazy 'bout you You got me all psychotic, girl I'm your patient I'm just tryna kick it with ya, but I don't even know karate But I know crazy Crazy bout her attitude, crazy bout her shampoo Jealous of her shadow dude, I'm crazy Crazy bout her vaginal and every other avenue Jump without a parachute, I'm crazy Shoulda said I never do, if she says pleasure boo Then it's my pleasure boo, you ain't gotta never move Lookin' all edible, and I'm ready when you're ready to You already knew Girl you already know I ain't never lettin' go I ain't never lettin' go Addicted to your love a motherfucker need a Betty Ford Your gon' have to cut me off with a sword And if you ever leave me I ain't leavin' nothin' but a note While I'm hangin' from the second floor And when you don't come home then its vroom vroom vroom Nigga ridin' round checkin' doors, oh lord Psycho, you got me psycho Baby come at me I'm not backing down I never knew a girl would have me out here trippin' I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin' Psycho, you got me psycho Baby come at me I'm not backing down I thought I was different, I thought I was pimpin'
8. Murda

   Letra

   [Junior Reid:] First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner [Lil Wayne:] Real niggas say soo woo and such and such kill such and such The street talking, bullshit walks on crutches but it's strut to strut Niggas panic button pressing the end is coming Count your blessings We living in the day and time where the ten commandments are now suggestions How depressing, how invested click clack, pow intestines Bad bitches in flower dresses with tight pussies I found the crevice AK bullets move mountains Break them bitches down to pebbles That tough talk is like music to my ears so keep it a capella Based on a true story we not worry you too worried I faced my fears and told them motherfuckers y'all too gorgeous Dread head from New Orleans Where the youth dem got two choices Shoot or get shot or a nigga choose for you We murdered them [Junior Reid:] First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner [Cory Gunz:] Yo, Tune point and I'm dusting niggas I ain't talking lacing no marijuana Soon as I hatch I reign like a quail And I don't give 2 fucks I ain't a koala My uncle gangsta but I make him nervous All he see in my face is murda Waste a burna is my waste a furnace I'm pacing turners your face the thermos First birthday wish was getting picked up Shoot a nigga wake up on the wake up Lay down and a model bitch ache up Then I put pearls in a bitch like Jacob Play tough taped off of this day pub Race off like some motherfucking make up Take off looking for something to take up Want the paper? Or you want in the paper? Not horoscopes but in the horror scope Pray to God you see tomorrow, nope They gave my nigga 30 for a jar of dope But do a nigga dirty with a bar of soap Blowing so much you sneezing dick Believe in me I don't believe in shit Y'all pinching pennies? I'm squeezing drip It's Young Money till I'm in the freezer stiff Bitch [Junior Reid:] First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner [Capo:] It's all about the money nigga fuck the fame Where we come from shots ring nigga broad day Lil woadie said he had the chance he do the shit again Pop the pills for the pain but still won't feel a thing It's deeper than this rapper man the back soaking gang Cartier frames got them looking at me strange Why pre mostly heard in the rally same? Lowkey can still get a brick off my name Now I'mma tell you this here for my youngin and them The same ones I help the corners with do numbers with If there ever was a problem watch them pull up quick Caught an L sticking to the script you know I switched We now switch [Junior Reid:] First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner First degree murda Beg dem nuh push it further This a nuh beef weh make burga The youths dem strapped with dem burner
9. Thinking Bout You

   Letra

   Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec Thinking bout you girl I was, working my jugg girl But I was still thinking bout you Uhh, bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya Can't trust these dog ass hoes today I say bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya Can't trust these dog ass hoes today But I got one I really fuck with She make my heart skip a beat She dropped her drum stick Sometimes we fuck forever, sometimes I cum quick I eat that pussy cause it's sweet as sweet as one six Sixteen bullets in a clip I'm loading one clip Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced I got strawberry cocaine it's sweet as fun dip You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch I love my young bitch Cause she don't get me drama you don't want no drama My goons wait for you to snap like some photo bombers Yeah we leave a nigga flat we leave 'em horizontal And then my lawyer tell you I don't own that morning hours Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec Thinking bout you girl I was, working my jugg girl But I was still thinking bout you [x2] It go U N L V It go, it go U N L V It go U N L V, U N LV Uptown nigga living violent do I smell beef I was chilling on a corner bout to get fucked up My nigga T got a 40 and he brought two cups That nigga Mack was chilling po was home talking on a phone Lord it's been such a good year we need some Armor All That nigga Hood he on a set he got his hoodie on Euro's the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms Wayne Chong chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long Lord I know I do my thing can’t let my thing do me Lord I know I ain’t a saint still rep that fleur-de-lis Lord just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me Fuck your degree this murder in the first degree I got that tech under my arm like right guard, sure, degree Lord sometimes I just be so gone I be like earth to me I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I serve a fiend while I was Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec I was thinking bout you girl I was, working my jugg girl But I was still thinking bout you girl [x2]
10. Without You

    Letra

    Tell 'em [Bibi Bourelly:] I done spend so many of my days without you I done lost all my love and found no way without you I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you Without you Uh How you doing? Me, I'm a mess I feel powerless, hands around this bottleneck Oh you got a new one, I'm not impressed And if he trying to flex you can give him my address yeah I be trying to rest but lord the devil busy And when I do I dream of you and then the Devil pinch me Do you ever miss me? Do you ever wish we get it right and the rest is history? I wish I could go back in time and fix my lack of time Because back then I had to grind but see you thought I’d rather grind You thought I had the time, thought I was lying half the time And now I fantasize and agonize to pass the time lord [Bibi Bourelly:] I done spend so many of my days without you I done lost all my love and found no way without you I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you Without you Uh How you doing? I can tell You look like yourself and I look like I'm by myself, fuck But I'm getting through it, I might as well Cause I know will time tell but it be moving like a snail yeah You got a new one, I wish you well Then I bite my nails, I'm scared I might hear wedding bells I guess I blew it, it never fails you was tired of waiting to exhale I wish I could go back in time and fix my frame of mind Back when everything was fine and we would never think of dying And I was yours and you was mine and we combine and intertwine And now we in decline finish line end of time lord [Bibi Bourelly:] I done spend so many of my days without you I done lost all my love and found no way without you I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you Without you Now you've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong I'm left to live life alone, I'mma need more styrofoams If you find your way home you know that porch light is on I lay in bed wishing your side was warm We wish we could go back in time and push it in reverse Cause this shit ain't for us baby, this shit for the birds But I know what I'll do, I'll move on I got to And this is to you, for you, about you, without you girl I done spend so many, way too many Of my days without you I'm lost on my love Love [Bibi Bourelly:] I done gave up my soul and gave up my pride And taped up my heart and wiped off my eyes without you Without you How you doing I can tell Yeah How you doing I can tell You look like yourself I'm by myself
11. Post Bail Ballin
12. Pull Up

    Letra

    That's how I raised em' lord, them niggas crazy [Lil Wayne:] D-boy D-boy D-boy My pockets look Keloid My dead presidents reborn When I'm naked I got three arms Got a big house with a green lawn Got a cigar full of neon Like my ho cold and my tea warm Close this casket he look deformed I got bitches on my dick [Euro:] I got J's at my door I got shooters on my team I got feds down my throat Counting money dirty and clean Smokin nothing but Irene Got a bitch with good hygiene I'm sick with it no vaccine [Lil Wayne:] I got coke under my nails I got niggas takin them L's Nigga, we don't need no scale I'm sick with it no get well Trigga man, trigga man, trigga man please don't shoot Bout it, bout it, bout it like T-R-U Young nigga ridin in a V-1-2 Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu Like jiu-jitsu split a brick in two [Euro:] You do you I'ma do what it do Niggas dropping dimes in a 2-6-2 Bout it, bout it, bout it like hoody hoo Started from the bottom, and I grew into Everything I'm driving is new improved When she fucking with me it's a new experience Fucking with you it's a new excuse [Lil Wayne:] Nigga who is you I looked in the mirror said, "Ooh it's you" All my goons be too enthused So don't open your mouth like you're chewing glue Light blue Michael Jordan's My shoe get checks like swoosh Hear you niggas talking about what you going do Or might do, I invite you I entice you, but I advise you Not to god bless you like achoo Police find you in the bayou with your friends by you With your shit knocked loose Nigga that's what you'll get like Ken and Ryu I been piru I'm in my mood So you know what you can do [Lil Wayne:] Fuck nigga pull up, I'll be waiting, yeah Fuck nigga good luck, yeah, I'll be waiting, yeah Fuck nigga pull up [Lil Wayne:] Fuck nigga pull up, fuck nigga pull up I'll be waiting with my muhfuckin foot up I ain't even stood up, fuck nigga good luck Fuck nigga put up or muhfuckin shush up Fuck nigga pull up, my young niggas stood up Like fuck nigga what up, fuck nigga shook up I been out here since P had the hook up So if you wanna meat, nigga I'm a butcher If you want beef, nigga I'm a butcher My niggas wanna eat, nigga I'm a cook ya If you with your bitch and your bitch want me Nigga I'ma pull up like a trigger and she's the bullet We the illest, we the coolest We the illest, we the coolest The sickest and the smoothest, the gifted and the goofiest Read a scripture out your movie, get a picture I'ma zoomin I'ma hit em, I'ma lose em, I'ma kill em, I'ma bruise em I'm a sinner, I'm a suitor, not to mention I'm a mover I come at you when I'm moving, the bitch I'm with bad I'ma pinch her in her booty and bitch it's Lil Tunechi Aw yeah aw yeah fuckin right [Euro & Lil Wayne:] Always had my gun in fights Always had the upper hand You the always call your brother type Hard head all my fuckin life Whole world in my fuckin hand Damn my girl just pulled up Will pull out to my bubble plan But fuck it man like what you sayin Look, I'm not sayin but I'm just saying [Lil Wayne:] Fuck nigga pull up, I'll be waiting Lord knows I'll be waiting for you Me and my young niggas That's how I raised em [Lil Wayne:] Fuck nigga pull up My young niggas stood up Like fuck nigga what up Blookah, blookah, blookah I say, fuck nigga pull up I'll be waiting with my foot up Fuck nigga good luck Blrrt, blrrt, blrrt [Lil Wayne & Euro:] I say fuck nigga pull up Fuck around and never pull off They see the guns we pull out Say never mind and pull off They see the guns we pull out Say never mind and keep going I put the gun in his mouth I say be quiet and breath soft Shifty eyes I see four Flip them pies like DDOS These bitches tired they sleepwalk Brilliant mind I'm street smart And deep thought, and we are What she want, and she want And he don't, but keep on and we gone see Fuck nigga pull up [x2] I'll be waiting While you waiting nigga Fuck nigga pull up [x3] I'll be waiting for you Me and my young niggas That's how I raised em lord Them lil niggas crazy They just waiting for me to tell them to go crazy boy What am I waiting for
13. Living Right

    Letra

    Niggas that's me in that nice ass house Butt-naked bitch with a nice ass Walking around saying "you got a nice ass house" My phone keep ringing though, my bad I think my girl got me on Spycam, now My homies call cocaine white trash Charge you double just to take my trash out I can not fuck with you bitch, cause you gon' get a nigga busted Worrying 'bout the wrong things while I'm hustling Put the dick up in your mouth while it's running bitch don't ask no questions Soon as I heard they said "young nigga killed it" Cause I go too hard I eat beats, mmm scrumptious delicious You chewing your kidneys I hope you see blood in when you pissing And we run up in your house on Christmas, and don't ask no questions Just shoot whoever's present, why they open their presents up Please Lord forgive me, I just talked to my reverend Asked him if I'm the devil he said "that's these bitches" See I'm from New Orleans, that bitch is infested Shoot out like the Westerns, kill you and your bestie Pay niggas to do it correctly, two ninas they lesbians I gotta shoot you with both or else one would get jealous I make money not exceptions, take pills like breath mints She just get dick and refreshments, free all my dogs in corrections We all we got don’t need extras, we don’t expect shit We don’t get mad over pussy, I’m probably lying in some pussy While fools out here dying over pussy, and that’s what I don’t understand Cause a young nigga living right Young nigga living right (Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right A young nigga living right Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right But now a young nigga living right Bitches see me and start getting right Because they know a nigga living right (You see) [Wiz Khalifa:] Standing on the top I got a Lot of observations Young nigga lot of options You, you Running through a check Buying all the champagne, been blowing up the net And setting all the trends, showing niggas what’s next I was drinking coffee, smoking weed on the jet Probably with your wifey, getting her back for pillow talk, but we ain’t talking Getting top, I’m laying on top, swear to God I had a chopper Now the gun biz are the friends hopping out of helicopters I be rolling out the doctor’s wishes Counting up the money, kicking out the bitches Cause they all up on you but be gone when it get real Bitches ain’t shit but a brick to your windshield Shows in the evening, business meetings in the morning (Hooo) Goons on deck, don’t make a nigga sic ‘em on ya (Go, go, go) Niggas talking shit gon’ make a nigga get pneumonia Wrist so cold, think it’s sick and got Ebola Crib so big got a bitch in every corner Joint smoke good ‘cause I showed her how to roll it In the mornings I got meetings with my lawyer Arguments I’ll never be a part of Love pussy and some good conversation And that money, we don’t ever see a shortage Nigga run up on me, he gonna be a goner Bruce Wayne whip, I got a new favorite bitch I got a joint I just rolled, I got a Liu Kang kick I gotta do it big, it’s just how I do things (Uh) Cause a young nigga living right Young nigga living right (Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right A young nigga living right Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right But now a young nigga living right Bitches see me and start getting right Because they know a nigga living right (You see) My homie got the pistol and he might spazz out Light span, mothafuckin’ light span That shit all depend on how tonight pan out Oh, I said these hoes ain’t right man I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now Red bandana in my right pocket So if I pull the trigger I can wipe that down I just put my gun up in her Coach bag I won’t hesitate to pull it right back out Life Coach, I don’t need no life coach To coach me through my motherfuckin’ ups and downs Tell a bitch don’t ask no questions, my money so old I tell my new money, respect your elders I’m starting to get jealous of my own reflection The young nigga sexy, a young nigga healthy A young nigga flexing, I’m counting my blessings Achoo, God bless me, thank you, you’re welcome I talk to my reverend, asked him if there’s a heaven A heaven for a G, because me and my gangstas Done done it all but never tell, he say “we already in hell” I said “ain’t that a bitch” ‘cause I work too hard But still thankful as if this shit came as a gift I just pray for my niggas that’s out there still slangin’ that shit Keep my distance, I can’t take that risk, I hope they understand Cause a young nigga living right Young nigga living right (Nigga) Yeah a young nigga living right A young nigga living right Don’t get me wrong, I had to get it right But now a young nigga living right Bitches see me and start getting right Because they know a nigga living right (You see)
14. White Girl

    Letra

    Please have my money on time, please have my money on time Cuz my niggas is runnin' salons, just to shoot up baby moms Trap house jump out the gym, trap house jump like LeBron It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange Call a 16 Montana, 8 a Steve Young, and 4 a Brett Favre My plug name is Hector but back in his country they call him Hectòr She strip everyday but Sunday cuz she still make time for the lord Got a red dot on top your head, like I got your ass on record Don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes By the gavel or the gun nigga I be creepin' like the shadow and the sun nigga Be more careful how you pick and choose your words boy Cuz I'll have you playin' scrabble with your tongue nigga I'm Mick Jagger as a young nigga Pourin' pink panther in a punch nigga Think faster than these dumb niggas We serial killers, you can get your captain crunch nigga Hey, its Lil Wayne nigga I been this shit since Lil Zane nigga Tell the cops I ain't no name giver Icicles on my finger from cocaine blizzards Hey, its Lil Wayne nigga I'm in the buildin' bout to hang pictures I'm a ruler its a game of interest tryna make a mil and make a meal in the same kitchen Please have my money on time, please have my money on time Cuz all my niggas ex cons, and we'll go right back like the spine Please have my money on time, please have my money on time It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange Please back it up one more time, girl You act shady and I'll put this dick where the sun don't shine Girl, girl, I got that white, girl Girl, girl, I got that white, girl I got that white, that blonde haired blue eyes I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy Hurry up and buy [Jeezy:] Cocaine Mulsanne Blow em back, do it 'fore I switch lanes Four clips, two things Pardon me I'm bout to switch chains Bag full of rocks, I'mma rockstar By my first block I'mma blockstar I loaned everything on the road nigga Only thing I ain't drove is a cop car Mr. All Black is back And you know the floor hard, nigga cook crack You mean the floor hard like cooked crack? Damn right cuz I used to cook crack Aye, 46 for the 28, 14 for the 18 See them hitters in that black van Gold chains and a chopper like the A-Team Nowadays everybody got a plug nigga You know hoes say Julio Only birds that your flippin' nigga Is the ones in the studio Designated driver nigga Damn right boy them units got a chauffeur I can't sleep without it nigga Damn right gotta chopper by the sofa Look at me whippin', I'm confident and cocky If this was a category I would be rocky Say you lookin' for that comeback look no further Shit comin' back tan, that's that coco butter Them 10's, them 20's, them 50's, them 100's Lost a bag on the road I was sick to my stomach That Britney, that Iggy Azalea I'll tell ya Intercepted the package so I'll never mail ya, I'm gone Please have my money on time, please have my money on time Cuz all my niggas ex cons, and we'll go right back like the spine Please have my money on time, please have my money on time It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange Please back it up one more time, girl You act shady and I put this dick where the sun don't shine Girl, girl, I got that white, girl Girl, girl, I got that white, girl I got that white, that blonde haired blue eyes I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy Hurry up and buy
15. Street Chains