I Am Not A Human Being II de Lil Wayne

Listado de Canciones

1. Ianahb5:38

   Letra

   I'm in the crib butt naked bitch She said my dick could be the next black president Americans hate the I'm American Medicine, I treat it like peppermints Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy Shoot you in ya fuckin' mouth and make you talk to me Sometimes I need someone to talk to Cause I Am Not A Human Being... Part Two Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs Lettin' all these hoes ride my dick, car pools My bars passed the bar exam, no law school Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds Uh, whatcha man doing? I pop his muthafuckin' top like a canned good And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed And last night I took a transformer And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons Money talks man and mine talk lecture long P-U-S-S-Y... my second home I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe She say "Tunechi you the shit, you need your ass wiped" I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price" Then I make her take this dick like advice She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids Jose Canseco, make no mistake Like a white boy wearing black paint You're a fake ass nigga Break pads nigga... wait You ain't in my weight class nigga Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror Runnin' this shit like a faucet... Farrah Barra... cuda, who the fuck you are? I can make ya bitch root for me like I grew her Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure 90 billions bitches on my dick like a skewer That's swag, I'm a True Blood, bitch no fangs Been went pro, now I'm going propane Tell the bitch get off me, bitch get off me I got her over here blowing me like coffee Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated And I get head while it's decapitated Think it's a game nigga come play I'm with my killer bees, fuck bug spray Yeah, Young Money so gangsta, I personally know strangers It's so strange but this girl named Dana, like to go anal Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm I rather ring ya fuckin' neck before I ring the alarm I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone Wit 'em, I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair Fuck with me, ya ass is grass... get a lawn chair I was fucking before my dick started growin' hair Bitches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air Man, nuts and bananas You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners? If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble No rubber... I just fucked this piano Nigga
2. Curtains4:31

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   I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous, no no And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doin' I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my serpent Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't workin' Just want some mouth and lip service And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid For them dead presidents we will start digging graves I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work They say the best things in life are free That's why it cost for you to get get murked And my pants saggin like fuck it, I'm still on my business Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous I said I swear to God I ain't nervous I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous And that pussy don't get purchased, ho Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't working I like em long haired and curvy And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys She say she love me, that's the molly talking She about to blow me, like a signing bonus She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch I'm an original gangster, he the remix Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma? I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor And her birthday suit is her pajamas She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him I get Adam like Yolonda Young Money Cash Money's Obama Its fuck the world, no condom If he twisted, I'll unwind him And this pistol came with a silence But I swear to God he heard it! Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervous Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby On that Patron, I'm swerving Game tight like virgins I gotta bad bitch, she Persian Call her AK when she's squirting You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies Ain't got no worries like Tunechi All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch movies I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it Ain't no talking, lets get to it Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't nervous No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains Ya
3. Days And Days3:13

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   You leave your home for days and days Yeah Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeno I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat I go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin' So big headed my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin' My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes Lil Tunechi Yeah, 2 Chainz I might book me for a show Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures I like math, all I did was add bitches Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours It's not doggy style, I call it froggystyle You dog her out, I tell her, hop in 2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols Last name Fuck, first name I Don't Give A Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver So when I start dippin' you know the procedure You leave your home for days and days All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss I'ma need some more S's Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick 'Cause I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples I pop a nigga like a 'sicle, drop a nigga like a missile Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fit you Tunechi You leave your home for days and days
4. Gunwalk4:31

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   I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga I walk around with this shotgun And this bitch bigger than me nigga Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga I smell summer's eve nigga We shoot first, it's better To give than receive nigga I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk Keep that ho shit over there And we don't shoot in the air I can't fuck with these niggas Man these niggas gummy bears Hair trigger on the gun I pull that muthafucka hair It's like man you can't trust nobody I don't even have a trust fund Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga Don't duck, nigga, cause I duck hunt Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me That chopper with me, obviously I'mma empty this muthafucka That's fifty shots, approximately Now fuck with me, get fucked over Emergency room, rushed over Hollow tips, in the clip My gun loaded, yours sober I pull yo cord like a lawn mower Fall back or I'm goin' forward I see you got yo gun drawn I send you back to the drawin' board See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk (no talk back) That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk (when I cock back) Walkin' round this muhfukka limpin' 'Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness Uh, Real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups Lame rappers that talk much get a broke jaw, star struck I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer I'm still that same nigga, East side I rep that Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk Gudda! I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk And its no talkin' back when it go off (You speechless) I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk (When I cock back!) See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
5. No Worries3:41

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   [Hook: Detail] You can look me in my face (I ain’t got no worries) [x3] See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain’t got no worries) [x3] You see money right there, yeah that’s Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that’s Mack Maine right there, and we ain’t got no worries You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there See them sh-roomies right there we ain’t got no worries [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Tunechi in this bitch, e’rybody should be worried Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek All these bitches think they’re the shit, I sent them up shits creek You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas It’s ok if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured She said sorry I didn’t shave so that pussy is a little furry I put that pussy in my face I ain’t got no worries Tunechi [Hook: Detail] [Verse 2: Lil Wanye] We ain’t got no worries She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry She say why you asking questions I say bitch you trynna be funny Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that donkey kong I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bars That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries I would talk about my dick, but man that shit would be a long story [Hook: Detail]
6. Back To You5:29

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   [Chorus] Now I know the only compass that I need Oh is the one, that leads back to you Now I know the only compass that I need Is the one, that leads back to you She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi But that's neither here nor there She been contemplating short hair She said she tryna be different But she just like the rest of these bitches But that's neither here nor there And my dick is her chair It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software Got so many hoes, I'm ho'in, but she the only one worth knowin' And yeah I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in I ain't trippin', but she be trippin' They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffin' Look girl, just gimmie that brain, and I'll return the favor Them hoes say I'mma dog, but how come I don't chase 'em I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up I just wanted some time, she say "okay I'm ya honor" But she been wantin' to break up, since dolce and gabbana All that ass I just be like come sit yo groceries on my counter I drink tea, she drink wine, call it tijuana I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9 The weed in funky, but I'm smelling fine Tunechi. [Chorus] I got that shit in my system Somebody gon' be my victim Eh, so where you at wit it 'Cause I can't do it by myself, I need an assistant I got that good good, that get right That early morning, that midnight I beat it up, like a fist fight One, two, three, four, five, six nights That dick all in yo' windpipe Some of her friends I dislike Some of yo friends, they alright Sometimes I think y'all all dykes But fuck all that, I'm on one Don't wanna be with the wrong one That cold head, that warm tongue My third leg run marathons I feel you like I'm blind girl Can't you see, it's meant to be So come to me, then come for me My game cold, one degree I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cuz misery loves company One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps No redlights, no stop lights, just get to Lil' Tunechi [Chorus] Should I call somebody else? 'Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself Girl you know it need some help, it'll make a nigga's day If you said you on your way, yeah Should I call somebody else? 'Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day I just hope you know the way And she said [Chorus]
7. Trigger Finger Itchin4:32
8. Beat The Shit4:28

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   [Hook] Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga [Verse 1: Gunplay] I'm a knuckle-throwin' knucklehead What that motherfucker said? Bring that ruckus up in here Throwin' bottles, chuckin' chairs Got the pretty models duckin', breakin' heels and chippin' nails Turn around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo Comin' up with Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new Smelling Gin and jungle juice, and I got that lumber too And I brought a fuckin' zoo, tear this shit up and chuck a deuce This triple C, they Triple L, lames love to lose A hundred million in my horoscope, 'bout to show you a horror show Boot you fuckin' head off your collar bone Them niggas [?] bums flinchin' at the sight of arms Pussy niggas ain't eatin', but we fry the farm Beat a nigga down 'til he left without a vital sign [Hook] Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I run off in your fuckin' shit, damn, now I got shit stains All these fuckin' tattoos, and I ain't got one bitch name Got a pocket full of ass-whoopings, I'm givin' 'em out like nicknames What's up with your fist game? You'll catch a hook - fish hang Watch me cock the Nina, call that rough sex Knock your head off, you just a rough neck And if I'm shootin' at ya, nigga, all net Ain't no world peace, just Ron Artest Dick-in-the-booty-ass nigga Die-quicker-than-move-your-ass nigga Extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie-ass nigga Get beat like a drum, music class, nigga Life is a gamble, dyin' is your best bet Got a scope on the pistol, give your ass fresh breath Give my fist a kiss, nigga [Hook] Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] What's really good, nigga? I'm feelin' good, nigga Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes A pussy-ass nigga always kill a good nigga I'm high as Heaven, I'll pop the reverend and stop the wedding Got more money than memories in the bank, don't forget it Clean 'em up my team is up, I'm high as Scotty, beam me up They say we all gotta pay the price Fuck it, man - ring me up Fuckin' right I skate, ho - pussy is my scapegoat And all these pussy-ass niggas that's hatin', kiss my ass, besos I'm a genius, take notes - I'll split your egg to the egg yolk I'll be dead before I be dead broke Still burn money, my bread toast Fuck it, if you got it, spend it, nigga But just keep your two pennies, nigga Start shit and I'll end it, nigga Don't open your mouth, I'm a dentist, nigga Lil' Tunechi... give my fist a kiss, nigga... [Outro] So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone I'll bring it to your chest, make you king me like Kong, my nigga What you drink in this bitch? I'll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, nigga
9. Rich As Fuck3:43

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   [Verse 1 — Lil Wayne:] AK on my night stand, right next to that bible But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0 Pockets getting too fat, no weight watchers no lipo Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tight rope And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold Nigga you get beat the crap out but that's just how the dice roll These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe She get on that dick and stay on, all night like porch lights Lets do it, fuck talking, we out here we balling And I'm spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD40 We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but fucks Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's fucked up But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever These bitches think they're too fly well tell em hoes I pluck feathers I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit fuck Gucci She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches And that's 2 Chainz. [Hook] Look at you Now look at us All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck Look at you Now look at us All my niggas look rich as fuck (bitch) All my niggas look rich as fuck (ho ass) All my niggas look rich as fuck [Verse 2 — Lil Wayne:] Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig Latin I turn the penny to a motherfucking Janet Jackson Tell the bitches that be hating I ain't got no worries I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurances Ho, whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter Yeah, Murder 187 I be killing them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven And I got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codeine Call me Mr Sandman, I'm selling all these hoes dreams Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass TV screen I keep a bad bitch call me the BB King You know I got that mouth out her And put that bitch out like a house fire I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers I eat that cat just like a lion And I can't trust none of these niggas Can't trust none of these hoes I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy Nigga try me, that a dead ass pussy Since yall motherfuckers so blind to the fact To tell you the truth, I don't care who's looking All I know is I love my bitch That pussy feel just like heaven on earth Six feet deep, dick shovel in dirt R.I.P.: rest in pussy Light that shit then pass that shit We gon' get so smoked out And then I went got locked up Every night I dreamt I broke out One Time for them pussy niggas That's that shit I don't like We eating over here nigga Fuck around and have food fight And that's 2 Chainz. [Hook] Look at you Now look at us All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck Look at you Now look at us All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck [Ending] Ain't yo nigga a ho?
10. Trippy4:23

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    [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wine Don't fuck up my high nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga She get dick, weed and ignored, that's a D.W.I nigga My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing/coffin [?] like I'm getting buried I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on I graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown on Don't knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice I'm high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my points I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded I woke up and got high again, OK, I'm reloaded [Hook: Juicy J (x4)] Weed, pills and that drank That's my trippy kit That's my trippy kit That's my trippy kit [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can I'm high nigga don't blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it I don't know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes My tongue's numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm diverse Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussy Tunechi [Hook: Juicy J (x4)] Weed, pills and that drank That's my trippy kit That's my trippy kit That's my trippy kit [Verse 3: Juicy J] Musty herb in a zip lock Twisted up top notch Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke This that Cali kush, I motivate not gloat All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke Tryna get some becky in the backseat of the ghost Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag Wake up every morning and I take a drag Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh In your baby mama ear and I'm gonna smash They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes nigga [Hook: Juicy J (x4)] Weed, pills and that drank That's my trippy kit That's my trippy kit That's my trippy kit
11. Love Me4:13
12. Romance4:20

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    [Hook] I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance We fuck and crash that's romance, that's romance, that's romance OK [Verse 1] Fuck my hand, suck my thumb Be a lady and buy me lunch Send me cards, make me read But don't send me no flowers unless it's weed Cause I'm that nigga, she said I'm that nigga She ain't got a man but act like I'm that nigga She check my phone, what's that about? Any other ho I would've cursed her ass out But that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance She kiss my ankle when I twist my ankle She even did anal when she don't do anal My bitch, I'm thankful, let's hold hands (Can we?) Let's slow dance (Shall we?) And we gon' be like 1, 2... 1, 2 She said I'm the one, girl you the one too I stand up in that pussy like a sunroof Yeah [Hook] I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut [Verse 2] OK, now give me coochie at my mama's crib On Thanksgiving everybody's listening All your home girl's bad and they're our guest Let 'em all in and I'll play chef That's romance cause we so real She said she can not take the pain, if it ain't a pill She said fuck these hoes, they just mad We fuck a ho together, that's romance If you got cups then I got drinks I take my rubber off and put that money in the bank I ain't your friend, fuck that shit Tryna find another me, girl good luck with that shit Cause [Hook] I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance I fucked you on the table, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance that's romance I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance That's romance
13. God Bless Amerika5:03

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    Uh, my mind’s filled with mine fields The ashes fall, the wine spills The world stops, drops and rolls It’s Judgment Day or a fire drill Yea, I pour out my heart, have a drink They say the drunk never lie, they ain’t never lyin yea My country tis of thee, Sweet land of kill 'em all and let em die God bless Amerika This so godless Amerika Heard tomorrow ain’t promised today The end of time is like a hour away Damn, military minded, lost and can’t find it The stars on the flag are never shining Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today Will I die or go to jail today? 'Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword Heard police was looking for me, I’mma hide by abroad Shootin stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket I’m wired off a socket, but still shockin Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead If there’s food for thought then I’m guilty of greed Mama said take what you want, I took heed yea My little breed, yea Back to life, back to reality Been eating my girl and she’s so sweet, got cavities Granted we do it for vanity not humanity But what’s appealing to me is under banana trees, love I go so hard, I tried to pay homage but I was overcharged Ain’t that a bitch? I’m just a nut tryna bust a nut in the nut shell Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail Same shit, different air freshner I don’t play boy, I ain’t Hugh Hefner Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind I be in the cloud, cloud number 9 And I just fucked the clock and let it come to time It’s a cold world, I put on a mink There’s a chain of commands, I’m the missing link God bless Amerika This so godless Amerika I heard tomorrow ain’t promised today And I’m smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet Here we live by the sword and die by the sword The police is looking for me, I’mma hide by abroad Shootin' stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket I’m wired off a socket, but still shockin' Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead I saw a butterfly in hell today Will I die or go to jail today?
14. Wowzerz3:45
15. Hello4:03

    Letra

    Cut the fuckin’ music up (YMCMB) (GTWYC) Yeah (It’s about that time) (I thought you knew?) Uh, yeah (Gold mouth gumbo) Uh (Brain stretched out) Yeah Bitch (Shake junt) Bitch (Shake junt) Bitch (Shake junt) Yeah, chicken bone Nowison Nowison Death wish, bitch California house in the hills Big windows no blinds Can't sleep past 9 We pass weed like time over here Money over fear Her lipstick smeared Her pussy lip pierced Daddy gotta go After daddy get his See ya later alligator Crying crocodile tears Don't worry I'll be back If her pussy like crack She got a nice rack And that apple bottom, bite that Apple like Mac That's that computer love I kill that pussy But I don't go to the funeral 'Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn Boning her back when I'm in the air Phone in her back pocket made her booty call I said hello, hello She said oh shit I ain't mean to call you Anyway, what you doing I said nothing She said I know what you should be doing And could be doing Open up your legs Walk me through it Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please I fell on my head And she fell on her knees What you know about that I fell on my head And she fell on her knees What you know about that? Skate, smoke, fuck, yeah California house in the hills Big windows no blinds Can't sleep past 9 We pass weed like time over here Money over fear Her lipstick smeared Her pussy lip pierced Daddy gotta go After daddy get his See ya later alligator Crying crocodile tears Don't worry I'll be back If her pussy like crack She got a nice rack And that apple bottom, bite that Apple like Mac That's that computer love I kill that pussy But I don't go to the funeral Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn She put her lips around the motherfuckin' hookah bong Phone in her back pocket made her booty call I said hello She said oh shit I ain't mean to call you But anyway, what you doing I said nothing She said I know what you should be doing And could be doing Open up your legs Walk me through it Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please I fell on my head And she fell on her knees What you know about that? What you know about that? I be on my head And she be on her knees What you know about that? Bitch, bitch, uh Skate (Shake junt) Smoke (Shake junt) Fuck (Shake junt) Yeah hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello Gum mouth gumbo's here to save ya "S" on my chest, like a Super-Man vest Shake junt! Oh say it again Shake junt! Get buck my friends! Wondering, dreaming, constantly thinking Tik-tok, skello, tik-tok skello! Time's wasting Had a chance, now look at the mess Evil thoughts they run in my head Get there, while you can I say get there while you can No you can't, yes I can Pushin' fast at 50 milli got me screamin' faster! Green and yellow do it again Let it go, back it up Boom! Boom! Bring it up, titties & milk! Squirt, squirt Till it don't, miss miss Don't forget, miss miss, don't forget miss miss Don't forget Chicken bone Nowison Chicken bone Nowison Chicken bone Nowison Is anybody out there!?