2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Significant Other Lyrics

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Verse: 2 Chainz
Vicious lifestyle, gotta get my point across
Scary ass trap house, looks just like a haunted house

Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, mm, brr

Shoot that bitch and have ‘em runnin’ out
I got a plug, we ain’t runnin’ out
Runnin’ O’s, checkin’ they bank account
Pretty bitch with the designer cloth
She boostin’ shit and make it somersault
Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar
And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball
Real Atlanta legend, you got me fucked up
I’m a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
Now they lookin’ at me like, “I think I’m stuck up”
And where was you when a nigga had me stuck up?
Where was you?

Now I got my middle finger up, stuck up
I’m like a star in the sky, nigga, stuck up
You runnin’ off of fumes, but I think I’m charged up
They seen me pull up, niggas know I’m bar’d up
Bar’d up

An angel investor for a start up
I’m what you get when you drop coke in the water
Yeah

They gon’ try take me across the border, I’m so dope
Ask me did I wanna sell my soul, I said, “Nope”
No

I ain’t even sold the Porsche I had eleven years ago
I ain’t sold

I been hoardin’ foreign rims, women, chains and clothes
Yeah

When I leave the day party, yeah, I’m changin’ clothes
Change

Ain’t got no time to chase you, I’m just chasin’ O’s
I’m tryna buy a better spot, I bought a case to go
I told her, “I’m nothin’ like you thought, that was a case ago”
Or matter of fact, it was the case before
A trap nigga turned pop, I crossed over and left they ankles sore
I pop my shit, I pop an Addy, I been poppin’, bro
Been popular, pushin’ product at the Stop N Go
A real legend in the streets, you got me fucked up
I’m a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
I can’t let you play me off the streets
I’ma go home with my girl tonight, wake up, say a prayer and eat
Part II

Chorus: Lil Wayne
I want someone who’s there for me
Without a guarantee
How can I be there for me? Hmm

When I need company

Consistency
Mula

Is all I ever needed with you
And you put me through it
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
I need somebody

Verse: Lil Wayne
I need somebody not just anybody, that special somebody
I don’t be stressin’ ‘bout her, showin’ less of her body
Long as they know that’s for somebody, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

No questions, no questions, her body, she don’t be finessin’ her body
She got that FR, FR, yeah, tell me about it
No, matter fact text me about it
One hundred emoji, I need you to keep it a hundred emoji
Need to know nobody comin’ behind me
But when we fuck, I need you cumin’ before me
I need you to love me like I should love me
Sing “How To Love”, show me how to love me
And I mean that from the bottom of me
From the top floor to the lobby, lovely
I need love but I’m tired of searchin’
Clean tub, dirty shower curtains
No cap like bottle service
Need a road map to the hottest person
I’ma toe tap on the hottest surface
And this hard D probably got her thirsty
In the pussy, I don’t show a lot of mercy
I’ma fuck her ‘til she scream, “Lord, have mercy”
No controversy, just contraceptives
Contraband for the conscious effort
Prayer for strangers doin’ stranger things
And baby, I cannot change a spotless leopard
Full time love, part time love, one time love, hard time love
In time love, love is on time love, long time love, all time love, all my love
Chorus: Lil Wayne
I want someone
Yeah
who’s there for me
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, I need somebody, I need somebody, girl

Without a guarantee
Ooh, I need somebody, girl, ooh

How can I be there for me? Hmm
Yeah, ooh, yeah

Consistency
Is all I ever needed with you
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh

And you put me through it
For a part time love, yeah, yeah, I need somebody

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2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys Lyrics

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Woo, shit, I told you, these niggas is crazy (Let’s go, let’s go
Dope seller shootouts in broad day
This kid Tune lost his fuckin’ mind
Tattooed his forehead to his toes, man
Streets say he walkin’ around with a stick in his duffle bag
Ayy, and Slim, or “Toni” as the streets call him
Ridin’ around with a duffle bag full of work
Say, man, you got some of that shit?
Now go and get your money, little duffle bag boy
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2 Chainz, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross – Can’t Believe You Lyrics

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Intro: 2 Chainz
I can’t believe you, mane
For real

Chorus: 2 Chainz
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Not gettin’ pussy ‘til you got money ass niggas)
(You know I can’t) I can’t believe you
I can’t, I can’t believe you
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (You know I can’t, you know I can’t)
Verse 1: 2 Chainz
Uh
Rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear
Multi-task, count cash, drive dodgin’ a deal
The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard
My circumference surrounded in fog, yеllow wrist corn on the cob
I know you was a façade, I know you want me starvе
I know you want me to bleed, I see the feign in your heart
Don’t know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars
Know I’m the same as a king, know I’m the same as a god
Don’t have to say anything, they can still tell us apart
Know I’m not leavin’ my wife if they try to tear us apart
Know I’m not leavin’ this life is they try to make us abort
Kept callin’ 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed
Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross and a sword
Keep eatin’ rappers, so they say I’m a cannibal
Can’t blame me, I’ma hold ‘em accountable

Chorus: 2 Chainz
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Not gettin’ pussy ‘til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can’t) I can’t believe you
I can’t, I can’t believe you
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (You know I can’t, you know I can’t)
Maybach Music
Verse 2: Rick Ross
Convictions will turn your common sense to commissary
Convinced that your co-defendants keep it honorary
Catchin’ the bus is where you had those conversations
Let’s patch our money up and drop a compilation (Huh)
Road to riches, niggas out rentin’ Rolls
Lackin’ mackin’ got these here niggas rentin’ hoes
Hustle backwards, movin’ mom into a rented home
You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong
You think of bitches as opportunities, money make
I look at blessings as lessons, and pray for one a day
Can’t believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake
I’m from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan (M-M-M)
Eyes wide, on your back, breathin’ on the pavement
Shots fired half a block, played for the Lakers
Started as the shorties in the class misbehavin’ (Uh)
Another nigga dead just because he made it (Maybach Music)

Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Not gettin’ pussy ‘til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can’t) I can’t believe you
I can’t, I can’t believe you
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Collegrove, you know I can’t, you know I can’t, I can’t believe you)
Verse 3: Lil Wayne
Un-fuckin’-believable, I don’t fuckin’ believe in you
I’ll get you shot up in front of a cathedral, and in front of the media, that’s from me to you
Heard the feds been meetin’ you, a whole lot of shit that you’ve been agreein’ to
Who you speakin’ to? You foreign to me, nigga, that’s the European you
You should hate bein’ you, one of these choppa bullets’ll make three of you
Pull up in the vehicle, pow, pull off laughin’ lookin’ in the rear view
Ain’t no tellin’ what we’ll do when it’s them or me, him or me, or me or you
Watch how the semi do, it’ll turn the grizzly into Winnie Pooh, believe that
No Corona, I’ma pull up in a fuckin’ ski mask
Niggas rattin’ on us and I’m too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan
He mad, smokin’ the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand, OG strains
Stay in my zone but sometimes known to freelance
Pecan skin tone, but redbone when she mad, and she can
And she can, watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass
I can’t believe you, quarterback to wide receiver
Can’t trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you
Un-fuckin’-believable, they don’t want the presence

Chorus: 2 Chainz
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (Not gettin’ pussy ‘til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can’t) I can’t believe you
I can’t, I can’t believe you
(You know I can’t, you know I can’t) I can’t believe you
No, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe you (I can’t belive you, you know I can’t, you know I can’t, I can’t believe you)

Outro: 2 Chainz
I can’t, I won’t, I don’t, I ain’t gon’ believe you
I can’t, I can’t
I just can’t believe you
I can’t believe you

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How We Roll Remix – Ciara, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown Lyrics

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He say that I blow his mind every time I’m activated
You just tryna catch a vibe, CiCi got you fascinated
Breezy
Jump up in a brand new ride, BM-dub, we ridin’, baby
Yeah
I ain’t gonna tell you lies
That’s just how we roll

That’s how we roll with it
And when she give me my flowers, I stick my nose in it
It just be me and lil’ mama, we don’t need no witness
And I hit it like a model ‘cause I’ma pose in it
We get our roll on, we don’t need no phones
We be in our zone, we call it ozone
Her tongue a rose petal, I can’t feel no thorns
She rode my la-la, I smoked the whole song
She get her mind blown, she get her doors blown
She say my third leg feel like my forearm
Since I’m a pothead, she leave her storeroom
She give me fire head, it keep my stove warm
And if she pop it like CiCi, I’m for sure tippin’
Pussy like a pot of gold, got me gold diggin’
She scream: Goals when we fuck, stop goal tendin’
And if I talk that shit, I’ma roll with it
Tunechi

Top off, summer in the wind
You look at me like that again, we make another kid
You my heart, I’m your rib
If I ever had to for you, I would do a bid
And I can tell that you’re ready
Three, two, one, it’s goin’ down like confetti
Pour the ten-to-one shots again
If we film it on the phone, promise that we’re gonna trend

Ooh, don’t kill the vibes, you know what I like, daddy
Ooh, it’s on tonight, I’m talkin’ on sight

That’s just how we roll
You know what it is, what it is
How we roll
You know what it is, like that, that, that
That’s just how we roll
Ooh, yeah, you know what it is, what it is, yeah
How we roll
You know what it is, like that, that, that, Breezy

It’s been a minute
Yeah since I been in it
Yeah
Swimmin’ in it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
You should be livin’ in it
Yeah
Keep your hands all over me, and never
Never worry
Yeah, keep you cummin’
Yeah
That’s how you love it
Oh, baby
Who cares if we in public?
No
When it comes to you, I’m with whatever
You know I
I, I won’t kill your vibe
No
I know what you like
On your mark, get, set
Get ready

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s on tonight, I’m talkin’ on sight
Alright

That’s just how we roll
You know what it is, how it is, yeah, what it is, that’s how we
How we roll
Roll, you know what it is, just like that, that, that
That’s just how we roll
Roll, yeah, you know what it is, what it is, like that, that, that, that’s how we
How we roll
You know what it is, yeah, baby, like that, that, that

Yeah, yeah
Baby, do that to me like that
That’s how we roll, like that
Know I like it when you do it like that
Like that
And baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that
Like that, that’s just how we roll
Baby, yeah, that’s how we do it like that, that, that
Oh, baby do that to me like that
Come on, that’s how we roll
Know I like it when you do it like that
And baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that
That’s just how we roll
Yeah, I love just how we do it like that, that, that
Baby, do that to me like that
That’s how we roll, sexy
Know I like it when you do it like that
Do it to me, sexy girl
Baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that
That’s just how we roll
Baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that, that, that
Do it, lick it
Do that do me like that
Trippin’, let me kiss it
Know I like it when you do it like that
Eat that pussy in the kitchen
And baby, yeah, that’s how we rollin’ like that
Baby girl, can you feel it?
Yeah, I love it how we do it like that, that, that
You gon’ be gone for a minute
That, that, that, that
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2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Long Story Short Lyrics

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This life gon’ be the death of me
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Wake up, light the blunt up, put out ‘fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I’m sellin’ keys
My dick feel like some therapy, ‘bout that life, I guarantee
You livin’ life vicariously, this life gon’ be the death of me

And she don’t care where I skeet, hit that ho from head to feet
She walk out here, she wearin’ me
I talk my shit, she smellin’ me
And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans
Love my trigger finger so much, I bought her the wedding ring, yeah
Yeah, let’s get married
Cut off his head and the rest get buried
Cross on my head like a presbyterian
Tell ‘em he dead, I’ma say his parents
Tears get shed only if you carin’
Right on his head, see the red beam glarin’
Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol’ up
Ain’t that a bitch, I might bang at your bitch
If I go at her neck, I’ma hand that lil’ bitch
Scope on the TEC and they carry that shit
I can hit you up from any range with that bitch
Got paper, got Dracos, case on the radar
You fuck on me wrong, I’ma bake your potato
I’m too sincere but you like a tornado
Pull out the twos and I’m landin’ on my ego
I buss down aqueno, fuck on a gay ho
Can’t find a straight a ho but I ain’t complainin’
That’s how my day go, I said, “Okay, ho”
I been on my J. O, I’m bendin’, she JLo
She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos
All of this brain, she can get a bagel
All of that said, I can’t really stay though
I hop in the Lamb’ and crank it like Phabo, I’m gone

Wake up, light the blunt up, put out ‘fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I’m sellin’ keys
My dick feel like some therapy, ‘bout that life, I guarantee
You livin’ life vicariously, this life gon’ be the death of me

I make you come, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene
Eight plus off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything
‘Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring
Soon as I start trappin’, man, my phone it wouldn’t even barely ring
I don’t compete but you can’t compete, plain Jane, Patek Phillippe
Out with my lady, we came to eat
My stomach, you think that it changed the beat
We on a date, makin’ rain some ones
They want no chain, but the chains gon’ come
Soon as I say it, it’s said and done
And my screensaver my favorite gun
I’m rockin’, I’m swervin’, I’m poppin’, detergent
Get money, it’s urgent, God bless her surgeon
I rub my hands, Birdman
Double cup lean here
I done been a weed man
It’s a blessing you ain’t dead
I keep it rollin’ like better believe then you better believe it
Ho bitin’ on my like every mosquito
I’m wearin’ shades, think I’m starin’ at people
I did the math and ain’t no way we equal
The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm
The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel

Wake up, light the blunt up, put out ‘fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I’m sellin’ keys
My dick feel like some therapy, ‘bout that life, I guarantee
You livin’ life vicariously, this life gon’ be the death of me

Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
This life gon’ be the death of me
Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
This life gon’ be the death of me

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2 Chainz, Lil Wayne – Presha Lyrics

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Yo, this shit is unbelievable
Bangladesh

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure

This shit pressure
Pressure
Two BBL, you know she extra
Know she extra
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle
Whistle
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol
And a pistol
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin’ now
Cookin’ now
You know this shit pressure, ‘cause they lookin’ now
They lookin’ now
Say look out for me, but they wasn’t lookin’ out
Lookin’ out
Got your shit together suki, suki now
Suki, suki now
More refills on me, you know we lit, lit
Lit, lit
They gon’ run this back just like a pick six
Pick six
I done fell in love with a thick bitch
Thick bitch
I done fell in love with a rich bitch
Go 2
Shawty know she pressure, talkin’ high blood
High blood
Put two girls together like a hybrid
Like a hybrid
You know I been trappin’ since the dial-up
Dial-up
If they gon’ hate, then let ‘em hate, the money pile up
Woo
When your friend call, say, “Hello, pressure speakin'”
Pressure speakin’
Towel under door, but the pressure reakin’
Yeah
I done took a shroom with the 42
Shit
I done start whistlin’ like 42
Shit

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure

Uh, pressure busts pipes, the weapons talk nice
I only bust twice, ‘cause I’m so precise
The foreign run nice, I’m whorin’ all night
I don’t handcuff her, and I read her her rights
I’m on that pressure, she on that bass
I’m on that treble, I’m on her level
She say her brother, he got them birds
We ruffle his feathers
Watch what you tell us, pressure cooker
Extra hard got my section full of
Smokin’ dope, you can smell the boogers
Break your nose like Devin Booker
And all my hoes some second lookers
And I got bros with extra blickers
And I got Nina and I got Maggie
And they both got extra sisters
I be puttin’ pressure on the plug
I get treated special by the plug
The feds puttin’ pressure on me
But I don’t even sweat in hot tubs
I be puttin’ pressure on my lungs
I’ma fill the whole blunt with pressure
Like a stack of a hundred ones
You still will fold under pressure, lil’ bitch

Pressure
Yeah
Pressure
Yeah
Pressure, pressure
Yeah, yeah
Need some pressure
Yeah, yeah
Need some pressure, pressure
Yeah
This shit pressure
Lil’ bitch

This shit pressure
Pressure
Two BBL, you know she extra
Extra
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle
Whistle
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol
Pistol
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin’ now
We cookin’ now
You know this shit pressure, ‘cause they lookin’ now
They lookin’ now
Say look out for me, but they wasn’t lookin’ out
Wasn’t lookin’ out
Got your shit together suki, suki now
Suki, suki now

Pressure, pressure
Suki, suki now
Pressure, pressure
Suki, suki now
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure
Suki, suki now
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Ciara, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown – How We Roll (Remix) Lyrics

Ciara, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown – How We Roll (Remix)
He Say That I Blow His Mind
Every Time I’m Activated
You Just Tryna Catch A Vibe
CiCi Got You Fascinated
Jump Up in a Brand New Ride
BM-Dubb We Ridin Baby
I Aint Gon Tell You Lies

That’s Just How We Roll

That’s How We Roll Wit It
And When She Give Me My Flowers, I Stick My Nose In It
It Just Be Me And Lil Mama, We Don’t Need No Witness
And I Hit It Like A Model, Cuz Imma Pose In It
We Get Our Roll On, We Dont Need No Phones
We Be In Our Zone, We Call It Ozone
Her Tongue A Rose Petal, I Can’t Feel No Thorns
She Roll My La La, I Smoke The Whole Song
She Get Her Mind Blown, She Get Her Doors Blown
She Said My Third Leg, Feel Like My Forearm
Since Imma Pothead, She Leave Her Stove On
She Give Me Fye Head, It Keep My Soul Warm
And If She Pop It Like Cici, I’m For Sure Tippin
Pussy Like A Pot Of Gold, Got Me Golddiggin
She Scream Goals When We Fuck, Stop Goaltendin’
And If I Talk That Shit, Imma Roll Wit It
Tunechi!

Top Off Summer In The Wind
You Look At Me Like That Again
We Make Another Kid
You My Heart, Im Your Rib
If I Ever Had To For You, I Would Do A Bid
And I Can Tell That You Ready
3-2-1 It’s Going Down Like Confetti
Pour The Ten To One Shots Again
If We Film It On Our Phone
Promise That We’re Gonna Trend

Ooh Don’t Kill The Vibe
You Know What I Like, Daddy
Ooh It’s On Tonight
I’m Talking On Sight

That’s Just How We Roll
You Know What It Is What It Is
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
That’s Just How We Roll (Ohh yeah)
You Know What It Is What It Is
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That

It’s Been A Minute
Since I Been In It
Swimming In It
(Ciara)You Should Be Living In It
(Ciara) Keep Your Hands All Over Me, And Never
Never Worry
I’ll Keep You Coming
That’s How You Love It
Who Cares If We In Public
When It Comes To You, I’m With Whatever
You Know I

I Won’t Kill Your Vibe
I Know What You Like
(On Your Mark, Get Set) Get Ready
Ooh Yeah Its On Tonight
I’m Talkin On Sight

That’s Just How We Roll (How we yeah)
You Know What It Is
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
That’s Just How We Roll (roll yeah)
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
How We Roll
You Know What It Is
Like That That That
(Yeah yeah)

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Do It Like That That That

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Do It Like That That That

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That That That

Baby Do That To Me Like That
You Know I Like It When You Do It Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Rollin Like That
Baby Yeah That’s How We Do It Like That That That

That That That That That

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Lil Wayne – Birds Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Birds Lyrics Letra Lil Wayne Lil Wayne – Birds ( Lyrics Letra)
(M-M-M-Murda)

I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd
I got them Percs, so many Percs
So many colors, they look like Nerds
When it come to numbers, bitch, I’m a nerd
I’m doin’ numbers, bitch, I got birds
I got ‘em hummin’, I got ‘em twerkin’
I got ‘em jumpin’, I got a servant
I got a butler, I got a worker
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
I got my gun in it in case you lurkin’
First she ain’t fuck with cocaine, she converted
I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous
I put my thumb in lil’ bitch, she squirting
I put some beads on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
I sent her all the way down with them turkeys

Tiger Woods in the Sunday clothes
I sell whole birds, I don’t do wings, this ain’t Buffalo, bitch
Whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitch
I’m the Eagle Street Russell Crowe

I’m too cold to be a hot boy
And, I got birds flyin’ south, boy
Yeah, I’m too brrrr to be a hot boy
I got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
I’m too cold to be a hot boy
I’m too brrrr to be a hot boy
I make them birds sing like choir boy
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy, yeah

I got them birds, birds, I got them birds, word, I got them birds
I got them birds furs, get ‘em and brrr, I made ‘em prr, prr
All these birds, damn, I’m ‘bout to serve
Yeah, I’m servin’ them birds
Ahead of the curb, yeah, I’m ‘bout to swerve fast
Flag red as a bird
All of these feathers, damn
All these treasures, remember to always measure
Always business, yeah, never pleasure
Remember, always, never
Wings stretchin’, yeah, both directions, yeah, always flexin’
Charge him extra
I got Big Birds, you need Tweety, call Sylvester
Tiger Woods, I got birdies dawg
If it’s a drought, it snap my finger, all the birds gone fall
No discounts, fuck you mean? You talkin’ bird shit, dawg
Number thirty-three, sell the jersey, bitch

I’m too cold to be a hot boy
Got them birds flyin’ south, boy
Yeah, I’m too brrrr to be a hot boy
Got them birds by the flock, boy, yeah
I’m too cold to be a hot boy
I’m too brrrr to be a hot boy
I got more birds than you got clout, boy
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy

I got them birds, so many birds, it is absurd
I got them Percs, so many Percs
So many colors, they look like Nerds
When it come to numbers, bitch, I’m a nerd
I’m doin’ numbers, bitch, I got birds
I got ‘em hummin’, I got ‘em twerkin’
I got ‘em jumpin’, I got a servant
I got a butler, I got a worker
I got a runner, she got a Birkin
I got my gun in it in case you lurkin’
First she ain’t fuck with cocaine, she converted
I gave her too much of the yay, she got nervous
I put my thumb in lil’ bitch, she squirting
I put some beads on her waist and her girdle
I put that ho in the air on commercial
I sent her all the way down with them turkeys

It’s Tiger Woods

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Lil Wayne – Kat Food Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Kat Food ( Lyrics) Letra LilWayneVEVO Lil Wayne – Kat Food ( Lyrics)
I’m day dreaming
I’m codeining
I’m slow walking
I’m floating, Houdini
My ho, she screaming
For more, she fiending
I just turned her daydreams to wet dreams, no bikini
Ooh, no bikini
Ooh, no demeanor
I just put it all up in her face, woah, Noxzema
Bad bitches all up on my case, no subpoena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Woah, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina
Ooh, Purina
It’s wet, Katrina
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, that cheetah
Ooh, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina

My AK-47 got my 40 jealous
Green goblin, she red robbing, we look like watermelon
Last nigga gave me stank eye, I let the coroner smell him
Everybody screaming thank God, I tell them all you’re welcome
We be popping X for breakfast, so say: Good morning, Malcolm
Money need a home and my pockets look like a homeless shelter
She anxious, she obsessive over them Franklins
Undress her and then I spank her
Got devils posing as angels
Got bitches everywhere, insects
Spraying at ‘em like Windex
I eat her like a shark and I still ain’t learn how to swim yet
I still ain’t fuck her friend yet
Once I do, I’m a dipset
Put a red bow on that bitch back and send her back to him gift wrapped
De nada

I’m day dreaming
I’m codeining
I’m slow walking
I’m floating, Houdini
My ho, she screaming
For more, she fiending
I just turned her daydreams to wet dreams, no bikini
Ooh, no bikini
Ooh, no demeanor
I just put it all up in her face, woah, Noxzema
Bad bitches all up on my case, no subpoena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Woah, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina
Ooh, Purina
It’s wet, Katrina
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, that cheetah
Ooh, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina

Uh, I’m walking ‘round my house with jewelry on
Diamonds in my mouth, I eat her out and now her pussy glowing
She say she a eater, I’ma feed her like I cooked it for her
Ass, pussy, boobs, APB, yeah, I’m looking for ‘em
Bitch look good as Autumn, walking ‘round my house with flowers on
Dick up in her mouth, can’t pull it out, it’s like a power cord
She say she a eater and she treat it like a power lunch
La-la-la-la-la, her mouth feel like she got a thousand tongues
The way she bad, uh huh
Got ass, uh huh
Got friends, uh huh
They dance, uh huh
Hands on your knees, bust it down
Let me see that ass jump for me up and down
Jump around, wait
Pop that pussy, shake that ass
I pop a Perc and take a Xan
I cop a Birkin, 80 grand
Like Lord have mercy, praying hands
Gabbana, that’s her favorite brand
Nirvana, that’s her favorite band
Gelato, that’s my favorite strand
I break it down like Legoland, and I’m

I’m day dreaming
I’m codeining
I’m slow walking
I’m floating, Houdini
My ho, she screaming
For more, she fiending
I just turned her daydreams to wet dreams, no bikini
Ooh, no bikini
Ooh, no demeanor
I just put it all up in her face, woah, Noxzema
Bad bitches all up on my case, no subpoena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Ooh, Serena
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, Serena
Woah, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina
Ooh, Purina
It’s wet, Katrina
Cat hanging out that cat suit
Ooh, that cheetah
Ooh, I eat her
Like, hyena
Come here, girl, I got that cat food
Ooh, Purina

She bad, uh huh
Got ass, uh huh
Got friends, uh huh
They dance, uh huh
Hands on your knees, bust it down
Let me see that ass jump for me up and down
Jump around, uh

Hands on your knees, bust it down
H-h-hands on your knees, bust it down
Let me see that ass jump for me up and down
Bust it, bust it down, up and down
H-h-hands on your knees, bust it down
Let me see that ass jump for me, jump around
Let me, let me see that ass jump for me, jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around, jump a-jump-a, jump around
I told her, “Hands on your knees, bust it down”
Let me, let me see that ass jump for me up and down, jump around
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Lyrics Lil Wayne – Mr. Carter ft. JAY-Z

Lyrics Lil Wayne – Mr. Carter ft. JAY-Z

Lil Wayne – Mr. Carter (Visualizer) ft. JAY-Z Lyrics

Music video by Lil Wayne performing Mr. Carter (Visualizer). © 2023 Cash Money Records Inc.

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