Álbum Tha Carter V de Lil Wayne - Canciones

Tha Carter V

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Believe MeVer letra 5:37

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letra de Believe Me
[Hook - Drake:]

I'm the only one that get the job done

I don't know a nigga that can cover for me

Yeah, got some game from my day

So she might say she love me

She don't love me like she say she love me

Believe me, believe me

I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets

I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat

I'm the one they come to see because they all

Believe me

[Verse 1 - Drake:]

Yea, rip, rip, rip

It's been me and Young Tune off the rip

That's the man that put me in this shit

If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick

Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique

I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip

God damn, do y'all really know who you fuckin' with?

Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin'

Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer

On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss

Yeah, Stunna and Mack know

When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back

And I was snappin' off on every single track though

Collect call from the boss like where we at though

I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga"

He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga

And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX

And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga

Yeah

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]

Lord knows I'll murder one of these niggas, yeah

Uh, His and hers Ferraris, nigga

One for me, one for my daughter, nigga

Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga

I told her 2-23, two Michael Jordans, nigga

Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga

Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga

Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the nigga

All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga

Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga

Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga

We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later

Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated

They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated

Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin'

Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with

Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin'

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 3 - Drake:]

Had to get it poppin' off the rip

Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick

Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick

If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip

I had to get it poppin' off the rip

I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6

Come into the city and ya niggas get to trippin'?

We'll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff

Well damn... just be happy for the man

Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands

Ink from the money got it all over my hands

Goin' out to Houston spendin' all of my advance

V Live just took me for a cheque

"Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt"

Yes right now you are lookin' at the best

Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that!

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]

Mothafuck the rest

When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps

I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect

It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat

One finger... slidin' 'cross my neck

Niggas know what that mean like they deaf

Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day

On the job and the bitch overslept

Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king

Need a horn and a drumroll

They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga

I don't step on one rose

I'm the only one that get the job done

I don't know a nigga that can cover for me

Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach

She look like she got a bun in the oven from me

Preheat... believe me

All you gotta do is pay me every week

I had these bitches havin' babies every week

I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets

Gone

(Believe me) [x3]

[Drake:] Rip, rip, nigga
D'usse 4:14
KrazyVer letra 4:25

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letra de Krazy
Tell me somethin' I don't know

I'm flexin' on 'em like torsos

These niggas slippin' like bar soap

These niggas listenin', use Morse code

Boy a nigga sippin' like parched throat

Excuse me

These niggas talkin' that beef shit

We'll check into it like the room cheap

And all we sell is the greatest feelin' on Earth

They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork

Ain't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court

Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord

My nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicks

Ridin' with these guns that's carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in

Miss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that hoe shit

Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with

Kill everybody you close with, Just don't stick your nose in

My bullshit cause I close it like a clothespin

The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in

If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him

Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder

And my eyesight a lil' blurry but It's stayin' on my quarter

And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over

Nigga you make that bed you lay in that bed

Or get that bitch made over

Tunechi

[Hook:]

You so cray, Tunechi

You so cray, bitch

I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know, I know

They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi

You so cray, bitch

Tell me something I don't know, I'll tell you something I do know

Like money drugs bitches guns, niggas call me mucho

Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in Juco

We'll find out your business hours and pop up like new toast

Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don't get too close

To that new nigga with my old hoes-kudos

For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno

Getting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno

I'm in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points

A.K to your face, knock half off like coupons

Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys

Tell the cops we don't name drop that's like dropping newborns

Nigga you crazy

You so cray, Tunechi

These hoes made

Nigga tell me somethin' I don't know

Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven't seen

And give me what help Martin sleep, on the same night he had a dream

And take me to where I've never been, but not to where I'll never be

And I ain't never scared but I'm scared of me, me versus me I need a referee

Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy

Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit clean

To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine

These niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine

[Hook]

Tell me something I don't know, like what happened to hard coke

You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo

I'm music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note

My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes

You can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a height advantage

She want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manage

I'm just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrots

I just like a challenge, psychopathic, so psychopathic

Nigga give me credit on my balance

Lil Tunechi

(And I bump my head when I stand up)
Grindin' 5:07
GottiVer letra 4:42

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letra de Gotti
C5, D-Block, LOX

[The LOX:]

Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this

Nah two thirds of the world's most loyalest

I'mma shoot em

I'mma pay the bail I'm sure of this

I'mma kill em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this

We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is

Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist in

Tell the pastor tell the family we was just warning them

38's 45's, all type of Taurus'

About to hit the bong pour the holy water in

Celebrating for participating and the slaughtering

Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in

Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in

Columbia with the connect putting the order in

Nigga act we gonna clap like we the audience

Make sure you ain't down to strap, get rid of all the prints

Do your homework on whoever you go to war against

I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends

And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy

And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby

And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting

And yeah we all went through our phases

We all went through our savings

Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving

And sometimes we had to be vegetables

That mean we had to stay patient cause they say you are what you eat

I took the star out of starvation, bitch

I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade

Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade

Dropped out a nigga was getting paid

This when Birdman had a fade

This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made

This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks

You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get and get a new cup

But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up

And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this

Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this

Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"

And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up

And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck

We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch

This when niggas called Diddy Puff

Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body

I can show you a dead body

Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters

Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins

Pops had Kilos I needed one key I would've made cops

Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners

I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers

Got my self a brand new triple-beam, just the weigh options

I stumbled upon a gold mine I thank God that it ain't copper

Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy look how they've blossomed

Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire

I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes

And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances

Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy

And get through customs cause last time we just took em

I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin'

And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this

Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout"

I know real niggas gon' fuck with this

Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout

And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got

C5
Off DayVer letra 5:00

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letra de Off Day
[Lil Wayne:]

She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae

Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face

Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday

I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late

I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake

And she go each way, she need a teammate

I got a bad bitch at home makin' me plates

She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe

I got a big booty bitch with a petite waist

I get my back scratched up she get her knees scraped

Then she ride that dick, oh freeway

And now them titties sittin' nice yeah I wanna bite that

I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah

That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand

Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans

I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back

Hold up, now we suckin' and fuckin'

And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'

I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'

She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her

Like wobble, we tonguin', we fuckin'

We tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin'

[Flow:]

I got a bitch named Vanessa, she like how I finesse her

I comfortable about her I put my pistol on her dresser

Had a threesome with her sister

They thought I was in to ask them

Bust a nut then hit the bathroom

Grab a towel and clean my mess up

I be swaggin' on these hoes, I ain't laughin' with these hoes

I would crack your fuckin' skull before I crack a fuckin' joke

Got some OG straight from Cali

And some backwoods from the store

Got a message from the Tune

And he sent pictures of your home

And we got groupies in the hallway

Set that dick all on her body

Bet theres roaches in my ash tray

Bitches buggin' get the off spray

Girl I fuck with you the long way

Give me blow jobs on your off day

Give me blow jobs on your off day

Give me blow jobs on your off day

[Lil Wayne:]

Oh I, don't give a fuck about all of these hoes in my face

My bitch in the club going up, on a weekday

I see the bitch you came with, I made a stink face

She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate

I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight

She ate the dick like a mini mouse eat a cheese cake

She don't call me Tunechi no more she call me bae

I said, oh you got the touch, still I take precaution

I told her I ain't know none of the stuff she been involved with

I fuck her till shes exhausted, pussy tastin' like frosting

Then she get on her knees like b-b-beggin' my pardon

That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand

Pop that pussy like a price tag till' I white flag

[Flow:]

I like smokin' with my bitches so I pass the blunt to Brittney

Bitches think that I'm a hot boy, I got dope dick bitch I'm B.G

Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD

Got a bitch up in the bed make it squirt then touch the TV

Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your bitch

She ain't wanna suck my dick, she say she gave it off a lip

Thats why I fuck with her the long way

Ate that pussy on the first date, give me BJ's on your off day

Give me blow jobs on your off day

[Lil Wayne:]

And now we suckin' and fuckin'

And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'

I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'

Oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love it, I fuck her

We tonguin' and fuckin' and

Oh I, don't give a fuck about these niggas all in my face

Cause I'm in this bitch goin' up, on a weekday

I got an off day tomorrow I'ma sleep late

I brought a bad bitch too she got a beef cake

And she go each way, she need a teammate

I got a bad bitch at home that never debate

Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate

I got a big booty bitch that keep in peak shape

I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped

And then she surf that dick like a heatwave

And now them titties sittin' right yeah, I wanna bite yeah

I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah

That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand

And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans

I'ma fuck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass

And now we suckin' and fuckin'

And suckin' and fuckin', and suckin' and fuckin'

I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin'

Oh, she got that hoppta, hoppita, I love her, like wobble

We tonguin' we fuckin', we tonguin' we fuckin', I'm comin'

[Wayne and Flow:]

Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD

Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt

Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day
Start a FireVer letra 3:55

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letra de Start a Fire
[Christina Milian (Lil Wayne):]

(Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it)

(They just don't get it)

(Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly)

(And then she tell me)

Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter

Baby I'll be your gasoline

(And they just don't get it)

Lets start a fire, watch the entire

World as it opens up in flames

(And they just don't get it)

Lets start a fire

(Yeah, Mickey & Valerie)

(Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde)

(Thelma & Lil Weezy)

[Lil Wayne:]

I'm like goodness gracious great wall of China

All we do is fuck all day, all mañana

It's a cold world, I stay warm inside her

Make her perspire sweat blood and crying

Goodness gracious, great God almighty

She fuck me like a king, Stephen, Martin, Rodney

We break all of monotony, baby we high commodity

They just don't get it

[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]

Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter

Baby I'll be your gasoline

And they just don't get it

Lets start a fire, watch the entire

World as it opens up in flames

And they just don't get it

Lets start a fire

Mama I'm in love with a hot girl, and they just don't get it

They just don't get it

Temperature's risin', her body yearnin' yeah we on that R. Kelly

And then she tell me

Lets start a fire

[Lil Wayne:]

Like goodness gracious, great balls of fire

She ridin' me like a street car named desire

Stop, drop, roll and shake what her mama gave her

Clap that ass like the choir

Oh, I run into my old thing

I say bitch you broke my heart, but thats just growin' pains

Trust me, she ain't nothin' but an old flame

I threw water on that old flame, no more flames

I'm so glad I'm out the dope game

Cause now I got more time to burn in that pussy like some propane

Now that pussy is my domain

I know they just don't get it

[Christina Milian & Lil Wayne:]

Lets start a fire, you'll be my lighter

Baby I'll be your gasoline

Lets start a fire, watch the entire

World as it opens up in flames

And they just don't get it

Lets start a fire

They just don't get it

See we already, we already did it

And now we on fire, we on fire

Its me and you

Just don't get it, we already, we already did it

And now we on fire, we on fire, yeah

Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl, and they just don't get it

They just don't get it

Baby I'll be your gasoline

Fuck it, cause Mama I'm in love with a a hot girl

And they just don't get it

Fuck em', cause Mama I'm in love with a hot girl

And they just don't get it

Young Mula baby
The Life of Mr. Carter
Mona LisaVer letra

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letra de Mona Lisa
[Kendrick Lamar:]

I got a story to tell

You know that I cherish thee

Hope it ain't too many feelings involved

[Lil Wayne:]

I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', poppin' bottles

Gettin' drunk with these bitches

Then when they leave they get followed

Fall asleep with that bitch and really don't know much about her

Then she let us in, we take all of your shit

And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it

I be with bitches that be with bitches

That be with niggas with riches

I tell her, "Get 'em," she say, "I got you"

I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"

And they so pretty, and their hair lengthy

He hit it and sleep on her titties

Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs

It's a stick-up, she scream like a victim

Now you feelin' so silly

I smoke color purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (Ooh)

Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say?

Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh)

You can get snaked, you can get faked

Out by the bitch that you feelin'

'Cause you thought that she was an angel

That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee

And you tellin' your business, she tell me your business

You tell that bitch what you feelin'

All of the beans you be spillin'

To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin's

She know where you hide to tell me where it's hidden

She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit

We break in your home and take the specifics

And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him

So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains

We find out addresses, and we don't leave messes

You'll only know that it's gone when you check it

Then your first thought is to start second guessin'

She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothin', keep restin'"

She say, "What's missin'? ", "How you know somethin' missin'?"

He scratch his head, she say, "Get back in bed"

And she gave him some head

Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say-ooh

I see niggas in this bitch stuntin', poppin' bottles

Gettin' drunk with these bitches

Then when they leave they get followed

I be with bitches that know the bitches

That's with the niggas we followin'

Get them on the line, stay two cars behind

And tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious!"

Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care

She handle the business and don't ever tell

She bite the bullet and cough up the shells

She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place!"

And if he say yeah, then we meet him there

She feed him lies with his silverware

She don't want love, she just want her share

I know a bitch named Liz

This nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is

So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears

And then she tell me and I be all ears

And then I go and tell my people and they already know him

And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over

I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told ya"

She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier"

We're waitin' outside, watch him pull up

Walk up to the door and right before he knock

She open the door naked, she left it unlocked

They started French kissin' so he didn't see moi

And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch

Music up loud with his head in the clouds

Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him

Piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown

Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around

I ain't here to fuck around, caught you with' your pants down

You know what it is, put your fuckin' hands up

Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down

And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her

She a good actress and you a dead actor

You'll be dead after we get what we're after

If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh

I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga

But think for me, nigga

Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga

I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga

She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga

She slip somethin' in it, now think for me, nigga

Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture

Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas

Pussy got you out of character, nigga

You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga

Take everything that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion

We have your attention

And now you're lookin' down a barrel though, nigga

Now she lookin' for her pantyhose, nigga

We just lookin' for the casserole, nigga

But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga

Mona

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup

And a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall

Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter

Four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball

Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh

Probably on a Internet blog

In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother

Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow

Mona Lisa

Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls

And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it

Make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God

Poetry in a pear tree

Sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him

Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi

Never gave two fuck, jumped in the backseat

Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby

Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie

I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing

I'ma call up again like I did last week

Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy

Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley

Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy

Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me

Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me

'Bout a motherfuckin' double standard, acting

Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone

But you sucked this dick, that's just nasty

Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No!)

You fuckin' with Wayne's? (No!)

Bitch, gimme your phone! (No!)

Let me, let me take this call real quick

(... lick me like a lollipop) He on your fuckin' ringtone?

Is that the shit that you do?

Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos

Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews

I don't know what the fuck lately got into you

Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder

Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter?

The pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma

Daycare after school and she never did charge her

You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up

You know what, I give up, let me go get my gun

I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin'

Goddammit, you know that the damage is done

Bitch I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress

I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess

So in conclusion, since you like rappers that's killin' that pussy

I'm killin' myself

[Lil Wayne & Kendrick Lamar:]

She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah
Just Chill
Mute
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