Lil Wayne

[fox69]

"A Milli"

"A Milli"



Young Money
Ya Dig

A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career this 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 all mighty dollar
And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa
Got the 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 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 the derriere
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 motherfucking problem
OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing
On some faggot bullshit call him Denise 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
hahahaha, yeah, nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't go shit
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick
IM It!
Motherfucker I'm Ill!

Yeah
See..
They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that?
Who that say they're gonna beat Lil' Wayne
My name ain't BIC, but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy?
You all 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
Ha ha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
Ha, Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch
I could 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 illie
C3
3P
Hahahaha

 

[fox69]

"Abortion"

"Abortion"


[Chorus (x2):]
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker

[Hook:]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion

[Verse 1:]
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award
You can save your bullshit on your memory card
If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed
Jumped on the celly, called Machiavelli
He says he was gravy, I say I was jelly
Looked in the mirror, said "You's an ill nigga"
Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga
Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars
In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers
I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked
I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets
Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude
The haters music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes
Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to
But I just built a house on "I don't give a fuck" Avenue

[Chorus:]
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker

[Hook:]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion

[Verse 2:]
Down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed
Life is a gamble better check the point spread
And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head
I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds
Smoking on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Help me focus on the future and not the previous
Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason
Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon
Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees
Underground shit, I see myself as a seed
Living in the glass, and everybody's looking
But how can you get the picture, if you don't know who took it?
This current affairs, but who the hell cares?
Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs
On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few stairs
I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared

[Hook:]
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion

[Bridge:]
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Life is a roller coaster, but still unfair
A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes
But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there

[Chorus:]
And I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker

I know your name...

 

[fox69]

"About All That"
(feat. Fat Joe)

"About All That"
(feat. Fat Joe)



[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Young desperado straight out the grotto
I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How the fuck would I know?
Nigga I been gettin' my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets... check my bio
I started high wit' two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts... cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away... like later dudes!
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped... I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog... no Asian food
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit
My nigga... 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't'cha forget.. I know ya you ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that... fall back

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it it's nothin' to Crack
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got yo' back whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga... them muhfuckas is broke like them levies
And we done sold so much dope ain't shit you tell me
Nigga... how you want it ?? coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you runnin' naked like an old school
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin'
And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get your shirt picture ironed on it
This shit is funny to me
All these niggaz frontin' war but they runnin' from me... Crack!

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3 - Birdman]
I had 'em as lil' niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz
Poppin' bottles fuckin' wit' them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young nigga
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin' gettin' money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools
Nigga got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed still doin' the thang
Still gettin' money still spendin' change
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
Nigga... yeah we ridin' woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down Uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

 

[fox69]

"Act A Ass"
(feat. B.G.)

"Act A Ass"
(feat. B.G.)



[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You know them hoes love Weezy
Sticky, pimp small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all
Don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick
Let me get on some livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be fuckin' the squad
I ain't got no loves for broads
I ducks and dodge
I grab 'em, on they butts and all
She fucks my dog
Slut sucks nuts and all
And nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes to get salami, cuz they brush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws
Never have no picks and chooses
Cuz I hits and lose 'em
And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl ta duck wit me
I'm so gangsta pussy chick don't wanna fuck wit me

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]

[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

[B.G.]
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, start all over again
And work your jumpin'

[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta bend ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

[Verse 2: B.G.]
That's right, act a fool bitch
Do what you do hoe
After I finish don't get up gotta let Weezy go
You get your props your pussy fire, girl you a pro
So when I'm speakin' I'm creepin' and come get some mo'
You better recognize, you better realize
This is the nigga Geezy, I ain't nothin' nice
Love when you reach out grab, stuff it straight your mouth
Start suck it 'til that middle come out
Ride me (ride me), put that dick inside you (inside you)
After that wiggle your ass and make that juice move
I'ma donkey (donkey), better yet a veteran (veteran)
At the same time I can fuck you and your best friend
The Number 1 Stunna, Baby you wit me
Bump in my head never let a bitch play me
Always get the tec nigga fuck 'em all
Wrap a chain 'round ya neck and walk it like a dog

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]

[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

[B.G.]
A c'mon, Tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, and show me somethin'
Put that dick down bitch, start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'

[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
See now when Lil Wayne put that dick down
Biznites can't even walk or even sit down
Wipe your mouth off and let me hit now
That Rum got me feelin' real good
The dick hard like real wood
I put it in slow and work it real good
This Lil nigga have a lot a sex
So do me slow, get out the Prada dress
Come when you wanted to like private jets
I'm on blast ma', why you take it slower than its fast time
Flip ya back over, make that ass right
Weezy make ya suck it then taste
That's how the pimp play
Make her friend eat me in this bitch up like shrimp plates
Bounce it in and put a rollin' on A.I. fish black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that
Fuck it let's go, when we pop out Lil Moe
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bare wit it
Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit
Make'em act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & B.G.]

[Lil Wayne]
Titty bop, drop it like it's hot
Make it fall slow
Now walk wit me, shake a leg, catch the wall hoe
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit
Ya Gotta back ya ass wit, act a ass wit

[B.G.]
A c'mon, tear it down, catch the wall
Get naked, show me some
Tear that dick down bitch, then start fuckin'
And do your jumpin'

[Both]
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it
Ya gotta back ya ass wit it, act a ass wit it

[Repeat 'til end]

 

[fox69]

"Action"

"Action"


Go!
I'm in love with a beauty
She is a cutie
Somebody say they saw us kissin' in da movies
We had a drink or two
We saw Rush Hour Two
Then we went home and we made our own movie

[Chorus:]
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

[verse 1]
Like OoOoOo it's goin' down in dis bitch
Like a boxer in the first round in dis bitch
1-800 I would dicky down in dis bitch
Uptown in dis bitch don't make a sound in dis shhhhh
Now let me whisper in ya ear every single word your little ear wanna hear
Flip ya body over have no fear
Can I put my tongue here until you tear?
Cry baby cry baby suck ya momma titty
You know I like dem old I might have yo momma with me
I like your girlfriend and your girlfriendses
Honor my pole like a flag on da end bitch

[Chorus: x2]
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
Lights Camera Action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

[verse 2]
i say ohh girl i love you so
oh ohh girl i love you so sike
but i don give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
but i dont give a fuck about a dog ass hoe
pop these pills take take this glass
pop pop that pussy shake shake that ass
and if ur pussy stank girl u kno u better dush it
ur nast girl now wash dat stanky funky funky pussy bitchhhh
stop talkin that shit and suck a nigga dick for an outfit ha
and "I wear my pants below my waist and
i never dance when im this place cuz you and your man
be planning to hate im so hooddd"
and she likes it and when we fuck im keepin on my nikes
ill tear dat pussy up ill tear dat pussy up
ima good looking rapper i aint tryna front
ohhh she pussy poppin on a handstand [x3]
and im the camera man

[Chorus]

[verse 3]
cut, check the gates
wait, why wait?
when i can, just bend you over and do what i told ya
do what i wanna, do what i wanna
ya heard me, i gotta lie like ?? and now every once in a while her knees jerk
she forgets how to walk i better teach her
i got her walkin funny just tell em that your feet hurt
you'll prolly see her on one of my t-shirts
i super soak a hoe skeet skeet skeet squirt
but dont worry cause if yall are like swingers
hey im high over features
haha new single, oh so now you single
you crazy, say da baby

 

[fox69]

"Admit It"
(feat. SNL)

"Admit It"
(feat. SNL)



[Hook - SNL:]
I'm a thick motherfucker, I sit this on his lap
With my hand on his shooter, I lay them niggas back
Got somethin' for them niggas that react
I'm a bad motherfucker, I got this nigga's back

She said I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
I saw some pictures of you boo'd up
It looks like you're starting to like 'em skinny
I said girl, you're a trip
She said "I might be a trip but I ain't trippin'"
She said, "watch these hoes cause they leeches like robbin'"
I say no, Robin Givens
She was sittin' on my lap and you know a nigga strapped
I know she feel it
It's crazy outchea, I'm just protecting myself
You know I'm winnin'
She say, "I get it and if anything was to happen to you I be livid"
You ain't gotta be worried 'bout that
I kill a pussy nigga, put his head on exhibit
Come up missing think they caught a big fish
Till his body come up drippin'
I treat her legs like like a grand opening
Smilin' while I cut the ribbon
I took a pill, she took a pill
We was chillin' 20 minutes now we feel it
She said "I know you probably hear this shit a lot but you the shit in my opinion"
I said it never gets old, thought I'd never say never but I did it
She said "Who you kiddin' boy"
You like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, big booty, big titties, I admit it

[Hook]

[Interlude:]
I like my girls BBW
The type that wanna suck you dry then eat some lunch with you
She bout that foolishness, bout that trouble too
Booty on bubble, titties so fuckable

[SNL:]
Okay, I know you ain't had yourself a good thick bitch in a minute
Saw a flick of ya boo'd up, boy you never liked them skinny
You tell me I'm a trip, well I might be a trip but I ain't trippin'
I'm just sayin' oooh ahhh
Boy this here will keep you warm at night
Feed you good before you catch a flight
Stop actin' like you ain't got no type
Who you kiddin'?

I admit it, I admit it
But I got these guns on me right now
I got these drugs on me right now
I got the feds on me right now
I got two buyers, want it right now
She took her clothes off and I stopped
Looked at my watch like "fuck it why not?"
Guess I could fuck her once then I'm out
Fucked so many times a nigga lost count, Lord
She said "I know you thought that you was about to get a quick fix, hit and quit it
But you know you ain't been with a good thick bitch in a minute"
I said you ain’t never lying thought I’d never say never but I did it
She said speakin' of a line, are you finished?
All we need is a witness
Girl you trippin', young nigga still livin'
She said "Who you kiddin' boy, you like a thick bitch, big booty, big titties"
I admit it, I like a thick bitch - big booty, big titties, I admit it

[Hook]

[Interlude]

 

[fox69]

"Ain't I"
(feat. Jae Millz)

"Ain't I"
(feat. Jae Millz)



[Jae Millz]
I am the real, I am the authentic,
The fact and the truth, it's Jae Millz,
Brown skin but I'm black in the booth.
And for the green or that white, you'll see red.
Mushroom bullets hit your body then they spread.
Then your ass dead. No need for a hospital room or a bed.
Just tell his momma to get him some nice threads.
So at least he will be a bitch ass nigaa dyin in style.
He didn't want to look up to me now he gotta look down.
Somebody better tell him on these beats I'm a beast.
Half man half animal like king on tekken. Now I'm a wreck him.
Hell ya young money is what I'm reppin'.
Respect em or I'll put you on that highway to heaven.
Matter of fact pussy you'll get your own lane.
With no speed limits so you'll get there in a minute.
It's Dedication 3. It's no replacing we.
That is like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be.
Straight Gran n Patrone flow there is no chasin me.
And that amnesia is what my medication be.
That's that Amsterdam grade A I'm smokin in neverland.
So high I'll probably never land.

[Lil Wayne]
Muthafuggin psychopath, young money cave men, muthafugg a geico add.
Fo' Fo' bulldog, fuck around and bite yo ass, shittin on you bitches now lemme flush the toilet and wipe my ass.
Bitch I'm all into like my cash, no I'm not I love my dough. got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes.
But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy when he wouldn't...
Holla at ya guala, yeah bitch itz me, kickin muthafuggas out the kitchen heat.
I'll put you where the fishes sleep and when they wake, you'll be the fishies feast...
Imma shark you see my fin hoe, bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple.
Straight from the N.O. it's no problemo to put a niggaz brians on the muthafuggin window..
Uggggh, damn right I'm nasty, how I come thru in that white eyed Aston.
The leather guts and might I add in it's black on chrome like Darren McFadden. yeah.
And don't be comparin my swag wit these wack-ass niggas thats o-so-swagless. yeah.
And call me mr. swag-more, gotcha girlfriend open like some fuggin pores, or open like some fuggin doors.
Nigga its fugg you and I'm fuggin yours.
From the bedroom to the floors...whores

 

[fox69]

"Ain't That A Bitch"

"Ain't That A Bitch"


Hey Hey Hey!

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!

And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack
This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

[Verse One]
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless
Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here
Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
Gonna speak in every single street this year
My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior
I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand
And in the streets I'm a money man
And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
A hundred proof in my other hand
If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin

[Chorus]
Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch
The cops is watchin streets are talkin
Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch

[Verse Two]
Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip
But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss
They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss
But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga
Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
How many more do ya love nigga
cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God
Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we
got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
Wanna be me and don't even understand me
Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me
I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
And advance a little due to the pine
My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
And I let you do the time I do the crime
When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!

[Chorus - 2X]

Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti...

 

[fox69]

"Ain't Worried"
(performed by Euro, Mack Maine & Jae Millz)

"Ain't Worried"
(performed by Euro, Mack Maine & Jae Millz)



Yeah,
Euro Nigga

[Verse 1: Euro]
I'm that Dominican nigga, yo bitch be talking bout'
I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now
I got a whole collection, of my ho collection
Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection
I said fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas
Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon respect my niggas
Either that or get a wack or get a bat to back of the neck my nigga
Yeah that shorty with y'all, with y'all cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas
Got a big dream, from a small town
Got a small circle, you'll never get around
Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now
Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put em all down
Hoes been broke, who's rich now?
I ain't never had change, why switch now?
Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit
Til y'all heard me spit, [?]
Gotta mojo, with a flow-flow
Gotta whole load, don't know if it's a promo
Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no
Cooling in the cut with a [?] sipping romo
No love for the po-po's, gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole
Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle
Cause I sell flows and he sell dope
Nigga work

God Euro
What up this Mack The fortune teller
The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus
Negrodamus my nigga
Predicting futures
You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Put a nigga in that hearse,Long ass K no nino
Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots
Like Pam make a nigga say "Damn Gina"
Millzy! money don't mean nothing, my youngin'
Will kill you for some sneakers (blah)
This Dedication 5, no vacations slime
We in the endzone and they in bleachers
Cheerleaders, we ain't worried bout nothin, nothin
Nigga act dumb, push the buttonm, fuck em
Get'em out of here like the sixth foul in the NBA, little nigga no discussion
Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane
All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane
Big guns that go over the should dog
My team strapped, no overalls.
So please don't make me do it
Got soldiers and shooters
These bullets will swallow
Like shots of khalua
When we light up the weed
We fly like a rumor
Then hop on the plane
And fly over you losers
Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer
I'm not from this era that beef on computers
Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you
Especially if I'm smashin your sister like [?]
Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger
Hittin your girl then I'm passing her
Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin
Young Money ain't worried bout nothin
D5!

We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing)
Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin
D5

 

[fox69]

"Ain't Worried Bout Shit"

"Ain't Worried Bout Shit"


[Lil' Wayne]
Ha.. I'm.. so cool

[Baby]
Yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga

[LW]
Bird.. man


I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga

[LW]
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know


You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga

[Lil' Wayne]
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy fuck it
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that's him

[Chorus 2x: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggaz with money shouldn't act like this

[Baby]
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a nigga understand
when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan nigga
I'm tryin' to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin'
I bring ya back '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' nigga
Cuz we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg

[Chorus]

[Lil' Wayne]
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night

[Baby]
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Nigga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown nigga
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
and go and get some more dough, nigga

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over nigga
Think I'ma let one of you bitch niggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?
Fuck ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
Birdman, made man nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue, feel me?
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