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First things first
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh
Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you think that I could be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down and build me up, believer, believer
Pain!
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
First things first
Can you imagine what's about to happen?
It's Weezy the Dragon, I link with the Dragons
And we gon' get ratchet, no need for imaginin'
This is what's happenin'
Second thing second, I reckon immaculate
Sound about accurate
I know that strength, it don't come, don't come without strategy
I know the sweet, it don't come without cavities
I know the passages come with some traffic
I start with from the basement, end up in the attic
And third thing third
Whoever call me out, they simply can't count
Let's get mathematic, I'm up in this, huh
Is you a believer?
I get a unicorn out of a zebra
I wear my uniform like a tuxedo
This dragon don't hold his breath, don't need no breather
Love you Ms. Cita, the son of a leader
I know the bloomin' don't come without rain
I know the losin' don't come without shame
I know the beauty don't come without hurt
Hol' up, hol' up, last thing last
I know that Tunechi don't come without Wayne
I know that losin' don't come without game
I know that glory don't come without...
Don't come without...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down and build me up, believer, believer
Pain
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Last things last
By the grace of fire and flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh
The blood in my veins, oh-ooh
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited 'til it broke open and rained down
It rained down, like...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down and build me up, believer, believer
Pain
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Bangladesh
Young Money!
You dig?
Mack, I'm going in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-cha-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers, "Ha-ha-ha-ha
You can't catch him, you can't stop him"
I go by them goon rules: if you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em
You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher
Motherfucker, I'm ill
A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrière
Like smoking the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me
Like, "Look at that bastard Weezy!"
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem
Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit: call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick!
Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch, haha
Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask
For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch!
And it ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit
Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick — I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You knew that true that, swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour, haha
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me"
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin'
I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me
Don't you compare me, 'cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me
I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat
I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Mike WiLL Made-It)
I got some down bitches I can call (what's happenin')
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (ball, ball, ball, ball)
Yeah, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater long as my bitches love me (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga long as these bitches love me
Uh, pussy ass nigga stop hating
Lil Tunechi got that fire
And these hoes love me like Satan, man
Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied
And all she eat is dick
She's on a strict diet, that's my baby
With no makeup she a ten
And she the best with that head
Even better than Karrine
She don't want money
She want the time we could spend
She said, "Cause I really need somebody
So tell me you're that somebody"
Girl, I fuck who I want and fuck who I don't
Got that A1 credit and that fillet mignon
She said, "I never wanna make you mad
I just wanna make you proud."
I said, "Baby just make me cum
Then don't make a sound"
I'm on that good kush and alcohol (yeah)
I got some down bitches I can call (what's happenin')
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (ball, ball, ball, ball)
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas long as these bitches love me
Uh, real nigga fuck these haters
These hoes got pussies like craters
Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man
Pussy, money, weed, codeine
She say my dick feel like morphine
I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas
She wake up, eat this dick
Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96
I feel her heartbeat
I chest to chest with this bitch
Now turn around, face down
I'm arrestin' this bitch
Yeah, all my bitches love me
And I love all my bitches
But it's like as soon as I cum
I come to my senses
And I would say these hoes' names
But then I would be snitching
And these haters try to knock me
But they can't knock me off the hinges, man (Tunechi!)
I'm on that good kush and alcohol (yeah)
I got some down bitches I can call (what's happenin'?)
I don't know what I would do without y'all (I don't know what I would do without y'all)
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball)
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout...
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hatin'
I'm getting ass or I'm skating, yeah
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hatin'
I'm getting ass or I'm skating
Bitch
I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Tunechi)
I got some down bitches I can call (what's happenin'?)
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (my bitches love)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas long as these bitches love me
With everything happening today
You dont know whether you're coming or going
But you think that you're on your way
Life lined up on the mirror dont blow it
Look at me when Im talkin to you
You looking at me but I'm lookin through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you're not satisfied
And I dont see nobody else
I see myself I'm looking at the
Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again
Uh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I'm with you when you re all alone
And you correct me when Im lookin wrong
I see that guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pain
I see the scars that remain
I see you Wayne, Im lookin at the.
Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again
Lookin at me now I can see my past
Damn I look just like my f-ckin dad
Light it up, thats smokin' mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I see my momma smile thats a blessin
I see the change, I see the message
And no message could been any clearer
So I'm stared with the man in the...
Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that)
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend (Take em to Mars, man)
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we talkin' to each other again
Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again
Mirror on the wall...
(Hey B.P., looks like I did take em to Mars this time)
So why are we talkin to each other again
Love, love
Love, love, love
Don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
Young Money, yeah
No more
Love
Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her
Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout her
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers
I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour
Married to the game but she broke her vows
That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open Bibles
Uh, I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these niggas know I lay 'em down, make your bed
Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg
Money outweighing problems on a triple beam
I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes
Uh, be good or be good at it
Fucking right I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "fuck what they say"
I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away
Man, I'll come down in a couple of days
Okay, you want me up in a cage, then I'll come out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole
So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found
It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just (don't hurt me)
That's right, it don't (don't hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't want to see you (no more)
Ha, bitch you get no (love)
You showed me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around
(And you don't hurt me)
That's right (you don't hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't want to see you (no more)
Ha, bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no), no love (no), no love (no)
Bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no), no love
And I don't need you (no more)
Get 'em
I'm alive again
More alive than I have been in my whole entire life
I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin
To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most
Shit's finna get thick again
They say the competition is stiff
But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in
I ain't never giving in again
Caution to the wind, complete freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat them
So why the fuck would I join 'em when I beat 'em?
They call me a freak 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat them
Man, get these whack cocksuckers off stage
Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from him, bitch, I'ma let you finish in a minute
Yeah, that rap was tight, but I'm
'Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
So you might wanna go back to the lab tonight and um
Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump
In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd
You can see the sparks from hot metal
Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game
My soul started to rot, fellow
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can still get roasted 'cause Marsh' is not mellow
'Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not gonna stop
I'm standing on my Monopoly board
That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop
'Til my hip don't hop anymore (shit)
When you're so good that you can't say it
'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (shit)
People just get sick 'cause you spit
These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore
And you can never break my stride
You never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow
You'll never take my pride
Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent is getting no
Mercy, mark my words
Ain't letting up, relentless, I smell blood
I don't give a fuck, keep giving them hell
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love
It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just (don't hurt me)
Yeah, that's right (it don't hurt me)
I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you (no more)
Ha, bitch, you get no (love)
You showed me nothin' but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around
(And you don't hurt me)
That's right (you don't hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you (no more)
Bitch you get no love (no), no love (no), no love (no)
Ha, bitch you get no love (no), no love (no), no love
And I don't need you (no more)
Ha, bitch you get no (love)
I'm on that good Kush and alcohol (Mike WiLL Made-It)
I got some down bitches I can call (what's that?)
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball)
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I could give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) (Ear Drummers)
Yeah, I could give a fuck 'bout no nigga
Long as these bitches love me
Uh, pussy ass nigga, stop hating
Lil Tunechi got that fire and these hoes love me like Satan, man
Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied
And all she eat is dick, she's on a strict diet, that's my baby
With no makeup, she a ten
And she the best with that head, even better than Karrine
She don't want money, she want the time we could spend
She say, "Cause I really need somebody, so tell me you're that somebody"
Girl, I fuck who I want, and fuck who I don't
Got that A1 credit, that's that filet mignon
She say, "I never wanna make you mad, I just wanna make you proud"
I say, "Baby, just make me cum, then don't make a sound"
It's Lil Tunechi
I'm on that good Kush and alcohol (yeah)
I got some down bitches I can call (what's that?)
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball)
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me) (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I could give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me) (yeah-yeah)
(My bitches love me) (yeah-yeah) (my bitches love me) (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, I could give a fuck 'bout no nigga
Long as these bitches love me
Uh, real nigga fuck these haters
These hoes got pussies like craters
Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man
Pussy, money, weed, codeine
She say my dick feel like morphine
I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas
She wake up, eat this dick
Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96
I feel her heart beat, I chest to chest with this bitch
Now turn around, face down, I'm arrestin' this bitch
Yeah, all my bitches love me and I love all my bitches
But it's like soon as I cum, I come to my senses
And I would say these hoes names, but then I would be snitching
And these haters try to knock me, but they can't knock me off the hinges
It's Lil Tunechi
I'm on that good Kush and alcohol (yeah)
I got some down bitches I can call (what's that?)
I don't know what I would do without y'all
(I don't know what I would do without y'all)
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball)
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me) (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I could give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me) (yeah-yeah)
(My bitches love me) (yeah-yeah) (my bitches love me) (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, I could give a fuck 'bout
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hating
I'm getting ass or I'm skating
Yeah, I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hating
I'm getting ass or I'm skating
Bitch
I'm on that good Kush and alcohol (Tunechi)
I got some down bitches I can call (what's that now)
I don't know what I would do without y'all
(I don't know what I would do without y'all)
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball)
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me) (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I could give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (my bitches love me) (yeah-yeah)
(My bitches love me) (yeah-yeah) (my bitches love me) (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, I could give a fuck 'bout no nigga
Long as my bitches love me
I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high
I wrote a letter to myself
In the form of a song, I can play when the sun shines
I know better than to trust
Anything that I say to myself when I'm this high
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high
I just did it, interview with my eyes closed (motherfucker)
I just sparked a blunt, it looked like pyro (pyro)
Only comments I see are the bad ones (yeah, yeah)
Only playlists I like are the sad ones
Yeah, I let thе medicine in
I know it don't help in thе end
But I got depression again
I had a meeting at seven, I skipped it and slept in and woke up at 7:00 p. m.
I cut my hair off like Britney
Sprinkled dust like a Pixie
Wiped my nose like it's itchy
I'm tatted up, I don't give a fuck, yeah
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high
When I'm this high, when I'm this high
I just looked in the mirror, who is this guy?
It's a full moon, where the good shrooms?
I'm too fucking high, sound like a good school
Higher than Jehovah, high with the heavens, you know
I'ma get pulled over, I might need a chauffeur
Lean in my soda, so I'ma need a shoulder
Why you got yo' nose up? I smell like Guns N' Roses
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high (Tunechi)
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high
I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high
Young Money
Yeah
Four
Ahem
I tell her, now go 'n' pop that pussy for a real nigga
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous but really I could care less
I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hair net
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness
What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can't see me, nose bleed seats
And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drumset
I've been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split
Uh
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, baby, it's real
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here
Baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't, uh
But shit, then again, maybe she will
Yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will, uh
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will, uh
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Yeah
I tell her, now go on, pop that pussy for me
Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her 'til she cry, call that wine 'n' dine
Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses
They say chose wisely, that's why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, it's the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took its mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split
Uh
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, baby, it's real
And I say, I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here
Baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't, uh
But shit, then again, maybe she will
Yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will, uh
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will, uh
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Ladies and gentleman, Drizzy
Uh
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me baby, it's real
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here
Baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't, uh
But shit than again maybe she will
Yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shimmy-shimmy ya, shimmy yay, c'mon, give it to me
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
Shimmy-shimmy ya, shimmy yay, c'mon, give it to me
You could drink it straight from the tap, lick the kitty-kitty
Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a 50-50
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
She got a thick ass, ass, with fake ass titties
She like a straight ass man and gay ass women
I like a bald head cat, so shave your kitten
She leave my Tommy gun slimin' slime, my Draco drippin'
Fuckin' right, bust it open for a bustdown
Yeah, up-down, up-down, up-down
Cut down on the syrup, now I'm up now
Sike, I could hit it without putting the cup down
I'ma go brazy in there, shoot babies in there
But she ate 'em for dinner, she a baby killer
I'ma make her run laps like track (Run track)
Put my face up in her lap like a MAC, ooh
Yeah, shimmy-shimmy ya, shimmy yay, c'mon, give it to me
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
Shimmy-shimmy ya, shimmy yay, c'mon, give it to me
You could drink it straight from the tap, lick the kitty-kitty
Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a 50-50
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
Ooh, close your eyes 'cause they rollin' back
I'ma close my eyes and imagine you is Doja Cat
Make that ass clap until it do the Nolia Clap
I got on the 24 karat gold Trojan hats
Sit up on my lap, 'til we overlap
You got on the camouflage thong, got a soldier rag
If these walls could talk, I got your pussy walls talkin' back
Made you leave them Bugaboos alone like the Archan Man
Girl, yeah, make you, "Ooh, na-na-nana"
Stop whinin', this ain't Amy Winehouse
I'ma fall in it then climb out
Make you shimmy-shimmy, ya-ya-ya
Yeah, shimmy-shimmy ya, shimmy yay, c'mon, give it to me
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
Shimmy-shimmy ya, shimmy yay, c'mon, give it to me
You could drink it straight from the tap, lick the kitty-kitty
Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a 50-50
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
Make you, "Oh, na-na-nana"
Stop whinin', this ain't Amy Winehouse
I'ma fall in it, I'ma climb out
Make you shimmy-shimmy, ya-ya-ya
Yeah, shimmy-shimmy ya, shimmy yay, c'mon, give it to me
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
If you got a lap, I'ma sit, real pretty
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty (mula baby)
Shimmy-shimmy ya, shimmy yay, c'mon, give it to me
You could drink it straight from the tap, lick the kitty-kitty
Can he catch it if I throw it back? That's a 50-50
I'ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain't no itty bitty
I just broke up with my ex
Now I'm out here single, I don't really know what's next
But I ain't even trippin', I'ma chill and sit back
And I know they will be coming from the right and the left, left, left
I just broke up with my ex
You're the one I'm feeling as I'm laying on your chest
Good conversation got me holding my breath
And I don't normally say this but goddamn, you're the best, best, best
And if it feels right, promise I don't mind
And if it feels right, promise I'll stay here all night
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
As I'm laying on your chest
I'll be out here thinkin' 'bout it, boy, it's just a guess
But something just keeps telling me I'm better than the rest
And I ain't tryna rush you, but goddamn, I'm a mess, mess, mess
And if it feels right, promise I don't mind
And if it feels right, promise I'll stay here all night
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
I say, "Girl, you need a hot boy"
She say, "you need to stop f---ing with them thots, boy"
I say you need a real n---- she said yes Lord
And what you need your ex for? I'm triple X, Lord
Okay, Ariana my lil' mama, goodbye to the good girl
My ex tripping, it's no Biggie, I 2Pac, shook her
I'm laid up with my new thing
She lay her head on my new chain
Then the mood change
My name change from Lil Wayne to Oooh Wayne
Oh Lord, she grindin' on this grandé
Oh Lord, I'm drownin', I'm gonna need that coast guard
And when it comes to that n----, I give her amnesia
She just looking for love
She says she single and I'm her feature, oh my God
(You're no good, but it's time I love you, baby)
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
Tunechi, Mula baby
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
(But it's time I love you, yeah, yeah, ah)
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
She's looking for love
(I'm looking for love)
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
She's looking for love
(You're looking for love baby)
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
She's looking for love
Just let me lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-love you, you
(I'm looking for love babe)
She's just looking for love
She's just looking for love
I'ma give her that love
He gon' gimme that love
She's just looking for love
Boy, I'm looking for love, baby
I'ma give her that love
I'ma give her that...
I'ma give her that...
Yeah
C-Five
Don't cry, don't go
Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, whoa!
While you're staring into the clouds
I'm I rising or they comin' down?
I see death around the corner
And the U-turn sign's lookin' like a smile
What do I do now? Who gon' find me, how?
Nowhere to turn but around and round
Just another nigga that done lost his head
No, a fucking king that forgot his crown
I am not number one, it's true
I'm number 9-27-82
Color blind, even if I may be blue
A lot on my plate, ain't my favorite food
But I'm hungry, so hungry
Need my family tree next to a money tree
With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden
With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me
I sip from the fountain of youth
So if I die young, blame the juice
Bury me in New Orleans
Tombstone reads "Don't cry, stay tuned"
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven's as good as advertised
I want a triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife
Rest in paradise
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry), don't go (Why, oh why?)
Won't lie, I fuckin' love you
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry), don't go (Why, oh why?)
Won't lie (Don't cry, don't cry), I fuckin' love you (Don't cry, don't cry)
Talent is god-given, be grateful
Fame is not a given, be humble
Conceit is self-driven, drive carefully
Stay in your own lane, seat buckled
And sometimes there is no music
We toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bum
That woman carried the future
And Tunechi was born like "dun-dun-dun-dun"
Don't call it a comeback
It was dark, now the sun back
Hit me hard, but I punched back
The wheels fell off, I rode the hubcap
It's suicide or it's do or die?
It's newer days and it's bluer skies
I told myself "It's just you and I"
Then the breeze came and it blew my mind
Lord knows who I'm there for
I give my last breath to effort
Mama tell me to be careful
Voice in my head give me an earful
But I got mind control over my control
I lost control but knew I'd find control
I let God control what I cannot control
Can't control the tears, let them drop and roll
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry), don't go (Why, oh why?)
Won't lie (Don't cry, don't cry), I fuckin' love you (Triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife)
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry), don't go (Why, oh why?)
Won't lie (Don't cry), I fuckin' love you (Don't cry)
Don't cry, stay tuned
And triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife
Rest in paradise
Go, go, go, go
Turn the lights off
Oh lover, don't you dare slow down
Go longer, you can last more rounds
Push harder, you're almost there now
So go lover, make mama proud (turn the lights off)
(And when we're done) I don't wanna feel my legs
(And when we're done) I just wanna feel your hands all over me, baby
But you can't stop there (oh, lover)
The music still playing in the background (oh, lover)
And you're almost there (you can do it, I believe in you, baby)
So close from here
Baby, I'ma be your motivation (uh-huh, yeah)
Go, go, go, go
Motivation (ah)
Go, go, go, go
Uh, g-girl I turn that thing into a rainforest
Rain on my head, call that brainstormin'
Yeah, this is deep, oh, but I go deeper
M-make you lose yourself and finders keepers
It go green light, g-g-go, Weezy, go
I like to taste that sugar, that Sweet and Low
But hold up, wait, new position
I put her on my plate, then I do the dishes
She my motivation, I'm her transportation
'Cause I let her ride, while I drive her crazy
Th-then I just keep goin', goin', like I'm racin'
When I'm done, she hold me like a conversation, Weezy, baby
(And when we're done) I don't wanna feel my legs
(And when we're done) I just wanna feel your hands all over me, baby
But you can't stop there (oh, lover)
The music still (still) playin' (playin') in the background (oh, lover)
And you're almost there (you can do it, I believe in you, baby)
So close from here
Baby, I'ma be your motivation
Oh lover, when you call my name
No other can do that the same, no
I won't let ya get up out that game, no
So go lover, go 'n make me rain
(And when we're done) I don't wanna feel my legs
(And when we're done) I just wanna feel your hands all over me, baby
But you can't stop there (oh, lover)
The music still playin' in the background (oh, lover)
And you're almost there (you can do it, I believe in you, baby)
So close from here
Baby, I'ma be your motivation
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Uh)
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Yes)
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Miss Lopez, uh um)
Hi, I'm Tune, the man on the moon
I live on the beach, get the sand out you're shoes
And all of that changed since I met you
So we can leave that old shit in the restroom
Young Money!
You got me and I could not defend it
I tried, but I had to surrender
Your style got me under the spell, oh
Let me no other choice but to get down
It's too late (it's too late)
It's too late (It's too late)
It's too late (Uh)
It's too late (Tell 'em)
You got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it)
You got it (Uh)
When I look into your eyes, it's over
You got me hooked with your love controller (Yeah)
I'm tripping and I could not get over
I feel lucky, like a four leaf clover
I'm into you (Ayy), I'm into you (Ayy), I'm into you, yeah (Come on)
I'm into you (I'm into you),
I'm into you (I'm into you), I'm into you, yeah (Uh)
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Ayy)
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Yeah)
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Ayy)
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh
Listen, now I'm strong, baby I bring the fire on
Sharp shooter, you can call me "The Zion"
I'm not the one easy to get to
But all that changed, baby, when I met you
It's too late (It's too late)
It's too late (It's too late)
It's too late (It's too late)
It's too late (Come on)
You got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it)
You got it (You got it)
You got it (Yeah)
When I look into your eyes, it's over
You got me hooked with your love controller
I'm tripping and I could not get over
I feel lucky, like a four leaf clover (Why?)
I'm into you (I'm into you),
I'm into you (I'm into you), I'm into you, yeah
I'm into you (I'm into you), I'm into you (Hahaha), I'm into you, yeah
Okay, now I'm into you, like you never knew
I'm falling for you, baby, I need a parachute
Pussy so wet, I need a wetsuit
You're way too fly, I could be your jet fuel
Now tell me what you like, I like what you tell me
And if you understand me, then you can overwhelm me
It's too late, it's too late
Every finish line is the beginning of a new race, haaa
When I look into your eyes, it's over (When I look into your eyes, baby, yeah)
You got me hooked with your love controller (I know)
I'm tripping and I could not get over
I feel lucky, like a four leaf clover (Come on)
I'm into you (I'm into you)
I'm into you (I'm into you), I'm into you, yeah (I'm into you, baby)
I'm into you (I'm into you)
I'm into you (I'm into you), I'm into you, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Yeah)
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Yeah)
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Ayy)
Na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-eh (Yeah)
I'm into you (I'm into you)
I'm into you (I'm into you)
I'm into you, yeaaah (I'm into you, baby)
I'm into you (I'm into you)
I'm into you (I'm into you), I'm into you, yeah
So you know
A lot of people tryna be like me, but, you know
You just can't be like me
Ooh, Lil Pump
(CB on the beat)
Ooh, yeah
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (huh?)
Everybody wanna be like me
Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh)
Everybody wanna be like me
Spent 2k last week on a white tee (ooh)
Everybody wanna be like me
Dropped 10k on my Gucci bedsheets (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh)
Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh)
Everybody wanna be like Pump (ooh)
Everybody got fake dreads and love to take drugs (yeah)
Once you this rich, you do whatever you want (huh?)
Yes, I'm hella ignorant, I don't give a fuck
And everybody wanna be like Ye (Ye)
Everybody wanna go and smash Kim K (ooh, yeah)
You can talk shit about me everyday (day)
But I'm still rich at the end of the day
I take drugs like it's vitamin C
I'm a millionaire, but I don't know how to read (nope)
I'm a role model that these kids wanna be (ooh)
I just smashed a pregnant bitch that's overseas (yeah)
Walk around with my side bitch on a leash (leash)
I was thirteen when I started sippin' lean (ooh)
Ballin' so hard, I feel like I'm KD (yeah)
Wear two bust downs, even when I sleep (sleep)
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (huh?)
Everybody wanna be like me
Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh)
Everybody wanna be like me
Spent 2k last week on a white tee (ooh, yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me
Dropped 10k on my Gucci bedsheets (ooh, yeah, on my Gucci bedsheets)
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (like me)
Everybody wanna be like me (yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (everybody wanna be like me)
Everybody wanna be like me (everybody wanna be like me, ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (everybody wanna be like me)
Everybody wanna be like me (everybody wanna be, ooh)
Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh)
I'm me, I'm me
So who you? You not me, urp
Everybody wanna be like Tune
Grow up to be like Tune, throw up the B like Tune
No one can be like Tune, know why? 'Cause he tycoon
And if the shoe fits, wear it, I can't if these not new
Lil' nigga, please, y'all my mini-mes
But the kid is not my son, shout out Billie Jean
You followin' my lead, my chopper isn't clean
And Lil Pump, he got the pump, I got the M-16
My pockets stuffy, they gon' need some antihistamine
Niggas always bit the stee, the bitches never bit the D
I'm pullin' out the facts, so tell your slime relax
And she a catfish, and he a copycat
What the fuck, though? Well, if you must know
I see these look-a-likes, it's kinda sus though, yerr
Young nigga from them hood with a plan
One foot in the street, one foot in the sand
One foot in the cleats, one foot in the Vans
One foot in your ass, one fourth of a Xan
Follow my footsteps, I give you instructions
Swallow, don't belch, you just drunk quintuplets
On my one-of-one shit, I keep it a hundred
Boy, I talk my shit, then wipe my shit with hundreds
You can't stunt like me, rich as fuck like me
Lil' black ass nappy head nigga
Let me shout out India.Arie, and ain't none like me
Mr. Dwayne Carter, only got one ID, yerr
I know that's right, you don't know that life
Stay in your own lane or make me bowl that strike, yerr
Everybody wanna be like me
But there's only one I in my e-y-e (yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (huh?)
Everybody wanna be like me
Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh)
Everybody wanna be like me
Spent 2k last week on a white tee (ooh, on a white tee)
Everybody wanna be like me
Dropped 10k on my Gucci bedsheets this week (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah, like me)
Everybody wanna be like me (everybody wanna be)
Everybody wanna be like me (ooh)
Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh)