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Free Weezy Album

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GloryVer letra

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[Verse 1]
Woo, this that shit they didnâ€™t want me on
Iâ€™m â€˜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
He´s Dead
I Feel GoodVer letra

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[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
My Heart Races OnVer letra

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[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
London RoadsVer letra

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(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
I´m That Nigga
PsychoVer letra

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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'
MurdaVer letra

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[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
Thinking Bout YouVer letra

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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]
Without YouVer letra

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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
Post Bail Ballin
Pull UpVer letra

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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
Living RightVer letra

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letra de Living Right
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)
White GirlVer letra

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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
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