You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in a corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, for a second you were here
Now you over there, it’s hard not to stare the way you moving
Your body, like you never had a love, never had a love
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some pussy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthafucking laker
I don’t love them hoes, fuck that pussy till its aching
Pass a bitch like Troy Aikman
Man, gangsta’s don’t die, gangsta’s go to Vegas
We don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
Muthafucking fools, like the first of fucking April
I aint never been a pussy, have you ever been in pussy
Thats so muthafucking good, feel like a treasure in a pussy
I’m a shovel in a pussy, or devil to them pussy
Spill the champagne on them pussies
Yeah, same shit different rest room
Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound
Ha, you would never guess who in my guest room
Now they saying “just me Tune!”
[Hook]
Tunechi, that what they call me man
Bitch dog muthafucker, you’s a Pomeranian
They say fuck me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthafucking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch
I’m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain’t cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain’t talking bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh
[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
[Verse 1]
Uh, camo shorts and bubble kush
We can talk she rather fuss
This and dat bout such and such
Damn, man where is the fuckin trust
Im tired of tha hootin hollerin
Im bout to take the coupe to collins
Then take a female to the islands
Uh then take her clothes off and do the honors
Yea she hear I’m wit dem otha bitches
I tol her mind her fuckin business
Shit she prolly out chea fuckin niggas
Im fuckin her friends now her friends aint even fuckin wit her
Damn she text me all day and night
So pissed off she aint even spellin shit right
I text her back and tell her it’s life
Now somebody tell dem hoes I’m single for da night
[Drake]
I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin while i’m sippin it
Encourage you to try it
I’m probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it
The club owner supply it
Boy i’m on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don’t want me to be
Guess what i made it
I’m the muthaf-cking man
I just want you to see come take a look
Get a load of this n-gga
Quit frontin on me
Don’t come around and try come gas me up
I like runnin on E
(more…)
[Lil Wayne]
Hey Lil Mama,
I can transform ya,
i can’t dance but I can dance on ya,
Swiss on the beats, Chris move ya feet,
and baby I can transform ya him to a me,
I can change you life, make it so new,
make you never want to go back to the old you,
Ciroc and lime, give it a lil time,
and she can transform like Optimus Prime,
[Chorus]
It may not mean nothing to y’all,
but understand nothing was done for me,
so i don’t plan on stopping at all,
I want this sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man,
I’m shutting sh-t down in the mall,
and telling every girl she the one for me,
and i aint even planning to call,
i want this sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man,
I loved her fancy underwear
I’d sit behind her every year
Waiting for the chance to get
To tell her I’m the one she should be with, oh
I’m Millionaire,
I’m a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,
I’m a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed…
Threw 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 al mighty dollar,
And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers… hahahaha you can’t catch em, you can’t stop em,
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 drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I need a Winn-Dixie
Grocery bag full of money
Right now to the VIP section (wosh, wosh, wosh)
You got Young Mula
In the house tonight baby
Yeah!!
Yeah!
Young!
Young! (wosh)
Young! (wosh)
Young! (wosh)
Young Mula Baby!
Christian Lyrics