Lil Wayne

[fox69]

"Me And My Drank"

"Me And My Drank"


[Short Dawg:]
I'm in the lab no pad no pen just a styrofoam cup so I can pour 4 in

[Lil Wayne:]
Up in the studio me and my drank
Please let me be and let me do my thang
Thinkin about a certain..certain somebody
That perfect somebody sexy purple body
She got service road curves and highway eyes
The road to her soul, just follow the road signs
And holla if you hear me I love it when she near me
I hate when she away 'cause satan will see the day
That hell freeze over before I let her go
And let one of you bitch niggas get her no no no
You dont know how to treat her
You dont know that I need her
Hey...do you know that I need ya
Cuz baby right now
It feels like the whole world is against me
Ever since the death of pimp c
But me I'm up in the studio me and my drank
Me and my drank me and my drank
Im up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
You sit on 24's I sip on 24's
You sit on 24's I sip on 24's
Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce
And call it 24's
Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce
And call it 24's
Im ridin out leaning never nodding out
My girl trippin and damn I gotta hear my momma mouth
My home bois say I should slow down a little
But this shit that I'm on make me slow down a lot
You bottle pop, I buy a bottle pop
Drop some syrup in it, get on my waffle house
I live in wayne's world rappers is out the south
And this is how we do it, do it in the south
One more oounce will make me feel so great
Wait..now I cant feel my face
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Will somebody please please double cup me
And everybody please please don't judge me
Will somebody please please double cup me
And everybody please please don't judge me

[Chorus:]
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank

[Lil Wayne:]
For all of ya who ain't heard of him
Mr. M.O.E. the boss baby
Was a southside living legend of 3rd ward
And it all started a 9-3
Highschool he was a fool he was only 18
With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar
Rollin in foreign cars through the streets of 3rd ward
It was all momma leave em with a trace of Mo E
And promethyzein and he a codeine fiend
And his team was the coldest everyday they rolled big
Niggas and hoes dont dig 'cause thats a screwed up click
Barre Baby, Barre Baby, Barre Baby,
I sip that Big Mo, I drink that Pimp c
Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in peace Pimp C
I sip that Big Mo, I drink that pimp c
Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in peace Pimp C
And fuck what they say
Mr.DJ Screw Imma do this for you

[Chorus:]
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank

[Short Dawg:]
Yea..Uhuh..Yea
I usually don't do this but...
Ahem...
Yea T you gotta feel me
Sippin on some drink the color purple like sili
Really they say I should chill before it kills me
But so will a car crash or a nine milli
And I aint even mention cigarettes or airplanes
So grab a sprite heres a pint we can share Wayne
Yea Mayne...tastes so sweet and I aint gonna have a seat
Cuz I don't wanna fall asleep
So just pour it in my drink and I'ma sip until I lean hard
Drink got me moving slower than a retard
So press record and hear these hot raps
Im in the booth cup on me like a jock-strap
And I will not nap until the bottles empty
Then I pour a little more for past Screw and Pimp C
And I would stop but believe it I cant
So till Short is gone its just me and my drink

[Chorus:]
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank

[Lil Wayne:]
Up in the studio me and my drink, me and my drink, me and my drink
Me and my drink
Up in the studio someone pour another 4
OOo...hoooaaa
Yea...
I told a bitch one more ounce will make me feel so great

Wait..now I can't feel my face
Will somebody please please double cup me
And tell the world please please dont judge me
Will somebody please please double cup me
And everybody please please dont judge me
You sit on 24's..we sip on 24's
You sit on 24's..we we we
Drop a 4 in the 20 ounce and call it 24's
Drop a 4 in the 20 ounce and call it 24's

 

[fox69]

"MegaMan"

"MegaMan"


[Verse 1:]
Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my grandmaw, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son then light up that "L", Samuel
Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas
Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga
Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me
Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit
Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan
How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary
Woah nigga, die slow nigga, for dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga
Unload nigga, reload nigga, tools on deck, Home Depot nigga
Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball
It's Carter 4!
(I'm going back in man)
(Yeah)

[Verse 2:]
We get fuck y'all money, how you want to play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled like I-B-Profen
I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon
Uptown shit, wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball
Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I'm a tuck her
Tuck her like D. Lawrence, that's my word like, word like the-saurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord
Fear nobody but God almighty
Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it. I paint a picture vivid
And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
Forget the bullshit and remember me
[Laugh]

 

[fox69]

"Mercy"
(feat. Nicki Minaj)

"Mercy"
(feat. Nicki Minaj)



[Hook (x4):]
O-O-O-Okay
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I’m in that two seat lambo with your girl
She tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drop it the floor make that dick shake
My home girls slurp it like a milk shake
All you niggas want some Nick cake
If you eat ass I got a thick plate

Weezy, Weezy don’t we do this very easy
I came from Trinidad on a temporary visa
Cause motherfuckers know I put the hex on bitches
I fuck a bitch over like I’m sexing bitches
Tic-tac-toe then I put the X on bitches
Point game I score who’s next you bitches
Cause all you niggas fake
And all you niggas broke
So all you niggas fuck you
All you niggas choke
Cause all you do is boast and argue over hoes
So all you niggas toast
Cause all you deep throat word

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Fuck fuck your Lambo
Fuck fuck your Merce
I got more money
In in my fucking purse

Court side you in the C Section
I’m with them bloods you-you with the C Section
In Malibu I’m bout a sea section
And all these bitches is my sons
Yeah C-Section

I’m a Republican voting for Mitt Romney
You lazy bitches is fucking up the economy
Out in Miami I be chilling with a zombie
Diablo Alejandro de mello Gandhi

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I’m the shit turn your nose up
I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus
I threw some bad bitches on my private jet
If them bitches ain’t fucking give them parachutes
Walked up to a redbone like I’m the shit
Told her give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch
Yeah skate rebel gun at my waist level
Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O
I don’t do pussy niggas, but get the most pussy nigga
I’m popping purps I’m sipping lean
Smoking pot like cooking dinner
My homie T, roll up my blunt
Skinnier than Rex Ryan
I’m counting money I’m smoking plants
Call that shit math and science
Now suck dick, Trukfit
Snapback on your dog ass
These niggas broke like Mr. Glass
They don’t want none, Sister Act
Cause Young Money you bitch you
My weed louder than pimp suits
Your bitch swallow my pimp juice
Her pussy wetter than swim suits

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Swish, Michael
Phelps nigga in your ho
Coupe the color of Yoohoo
Rude boy free Buju
Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas
I been balling since '98
Fuck y’all I’d rather skate
Shoot you up in your database
I fell in love with drop tops
I fell in love with shotguns
Our guns bigger than cop guns
Y’all ain’t spitting, dry tongue
I like wet pussy, she like hard dick
Hard head make her soft fast
Tatted up from head to toe
Guess you can call me a marked man
Wayne soaring
All my whores is whoring
All you rappers is boring
Trukfit hat and some Jordans

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mirror"
(feat. Bruno Mars)

"Mirror"
(feat. Bruno Mars)



[Lil Wayne:]
Uh
With everything happening today
You don't know whether you're coming or going
But you think that you're on your way
Life lined up on the mirror don't blow it, woo.
Look at me when I'm talking to you
You looking at me but I'm looking 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 don't see nobody else
I see myself I'm looking at the...

[Bruno Mars:]
Mirror on the wall ([Wayne:] Ooh), here we are again ([Wayne:] Yeah)
Through my rise and fall ([Wayne:] Uh)
You've been my only friend ([Wayne:] Yeah)
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin' to each other again?

[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I'm with you when you are all alone
And you correct me when I'm looking wrong
I see the guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pane
I see the scars that remain
I see you Wayne, I'm looking at the...

[Bruno Mars:]
Mirror on the wall, here we are again ([Wayne:] Yeah)
Through my rise and fall ([Wayne:] Uh-Huh)
You've been my only friend ([Wayne:] my only friend)
You told me that they can understand the man I am ([Wayne:] they can understand)
So why are we here ([Wayne:] misunderstood) talkin' to each other again?

[Lil Wayne:]
Looking at me now I can see my past
Damn, I look just like my fucking dad
Light it up, that's smoke in mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I see my momma smile – that's a blessing
I see the change, I see the message
And no message could've been any clearer
So I'm startin' with the man in the...

[Bruno Mars:]
Mirror on the wall,

[Lil Wayne:]
MJ taught me that.

[Bruno Mars:]
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend

[Lil Wayne:]
Take 'em to Mars man

[Bruno Mars:]
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we talkin' to each other again?

[Lil Wayne:]
Uh...

[Bruno Mars:]
Mirror on the wall ([Wayne:] Ooh), here we are again ([Wayne:] Yeah)
Through my rise and fall
You've been my only friend ([Wayne:] Any questions?)
You told me that they can ([Wayne:] I come to you) understand the man I am ([Wayne:] You always have the answer)
So why are we here talkin' to each other again?

[Bruno Mars:]
Mirror on the wall.

[Wayne:]
Ay, B.P.
Looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time

[Bruno Mars:]
So why are we talking to each other again?

 

[fox69]

"Mo Fire"

"Mo Fire"


[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya

[Verse 1]
Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot I'm dodgin the city cop
I play em' like pitty pat (shh)I'm kickin back (yeah)I'm gettin stacks, these bitches is really rats
I fuck em and give em back (yeah) I really mack (yeah) how real is that, you love him, you really wack
I hustle and bend my back
My muscle is in tact
My biceps and triceps is AYYYE YESSS

[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya

[Verse 2]
I Come at You (shh), it's somethin new, the color is smurf blue, I'm puffin that purple, believe it if I talk it I walk it like Hershel
I get it like it is on the commercial
Verse 2,
this is Verse 2, it is worse too, I'll mirk you, like I birth you
you niggas small bubbles, I'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you
my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green, I'm like whateva my shit mean and obscene
now I been seen on alotta different scene, that mean I got alotta different creme

[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya

[Verse 3]
I raise mo fire to the man up higher, I lick a shot to let him know that im a rider (yeah) my dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion, represent the
jungle when the others just tryin, I represent my mother like baby stop cryin, I know my papa gone but guarantee to see her shinin (yeah), now you are
lookin at New Orleans finest, now you are being blinded, by European diamond, and you were seein 2 or 3 times and, got your vision all fucked up, now you
can't even find me, and I ain't even hidin naw, I'm right here baby, she wanna walk witcha, I'm like yea baby, party man with the shotty to his head
rock-a-by his ass to sleep, rock it lay him down to bed
I put you in my pocket, right next to the condoms homie, you ain't nuthin but a prop fish..

[Chorus]
Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya.. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya
Mo Fi-ya, Mo Fi-ya Weezy.. Mo Fi- ya, I giver her, ....

 

[fox69]

"Money On My Mind"

"Money On My Mind"


Yeah

[Chorus 2X with variations]
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Steppin out the motherfuckin car they in awe
I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R.
Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich
Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip
And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist
Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp
Lil nigga bout to rape the market
If we talkin bout money baby now we talkin

[Chorus]

[Hook: during chorus]
Fuck bitches [3X]
Get money [3X]
Get money fuck bitches
Fuck bitches get money
Fuck bitches get money

Yeah
Nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know bout that baby its yo time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blowjob
Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin off the boat meetin papi at the docks
He tell me I'm gainin weight I tell him I'm gettin paid
Money over bitches I'm yellin it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Gabana sunshades block the sunrays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if its in the worst way
That cake like it's it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person
Nigga

[Chorus + Hook during chorus]

Twistin up a blunt thinkin bout my next dollar
I'm diggin in the game tryna get some money out her
I'm so vain its a problem
It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein modest
Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it
Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby
I know its crazy but I can't get enough baby
I love it I fuckin love it
I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin to myself cause I don't fuck with nothin
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

[Chorus + Hook during chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Money, Cars, Clothes"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)

"Money, Cars, Clothes"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)



[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha
Young mullah baby, and the monsta on the hook ha ha, swizzy!
Young mullah baby, streeetzz..
[Lil Wayne] Damn I hate a old fake ass nigga
Dats why you only see me wit some bape ass niggas
We gotta eat early like break fast nigga
New Orleans land of where yo gate pass nigga
Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, on 4
Pussy ass niggas wont survive no mo
And the niggas say it is ours
but it aint ours no mo
From the deep part of the water where the divers wont go
Hey sharks, sup piranhas,
dem boys catfish, dem boys flanges
I pop on grove, I roll around ya,
hit ya wit that 2 2 step 10 times like ensenza
Fuckin wit my..
[Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] yea, yea, ha ha
And fuck that fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that nigga pussy ass nigga
Yea, yea young mullah baby, t streets..
T streets - fuck, what the fuck I look like
Fuck my verse, nigga
swizz got the hook right
Asian let me catch em wit the beam an its cooked right
Weezy be the crack in the jar and he shook right
And im the nigga standin over the stove
Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad days, hello good nights
No my coke look like Carmelo?
Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined
2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9
Its my life, my life, my mutha fuckin life
And fuck one time its..
[Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] ha ha. T streets, B A G swalla ha ha
We young mullah baby yea..
I murder that boy, I kill that bitch
Straight burn ya body up like a skillet bitch
I turn beef to me meyou, be my fil-let bitch
And ya stomach aint gotta hurt for you to feel dat shit
So aint no love for no otha so say I fuck dem tricks
Aint no loves flyin now besides birds of dem bricks
Unless you talkin bout eagle dats the street I know
The person now the routes to couldn't see my flow
I clap a nigga 3 times, like the 3 syllables
Word that I know, called (clap) hol - ly - grove
Nigga fuck yo money, clothes, cars, hoes
Kids, friends, and foes, and you and den I get back to the..
[Swizz Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money

 

[fox69]

"Mr. Carter"
(feat. Jay-Z)

"Mr. Carter"
(feat. Jay-Z)



[Intro ‒ Lil Wayne]
I feel big, you know what I mean
Like not, not big in the sense of weight
You know what I mean like gaining weight
Or nothin' like that, like colossal
Know what I mean like, uhhh (sigh)
I heard you were lookin' for me?

[Chorus ‒ Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hello
(Tell me where have you been?) Eheh, you know
('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) I know, eheh
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey, Hello
(Tell me where have you been?) Shit, you know
('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) Hahaha

[Verse 1 ‒ Lil Wayne]
Yeah
To you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Judge!" I'm need a suit
I'm gonna need a Coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer then Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flow, I'm tryna see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof, so I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do? But I'm gonna leave it to
God, not Beaver, neither you
'Cause I'm gonna murder, "Y" kill "O" and even "U"
Man, I got Summer hatin' on me 'cause I'm hotter then the sun
Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than you all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So fuck you all who hatin' for no reason

[Chorus ‒ Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world and I'm back again!
('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) In case you wonderin'! Hah!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) In case you wonderin'! Ha

[Verse 2 ‒ Lil Wayne]
Yeah
I been in and out the bank bitch
While you all asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush 'em, and watch 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear "Wayne Quit!"
'Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call 'em April babies, 'cause they're fools
And when they snooze, we up!
Feet up like a, Parap-liguck
Or, paraplegic? I parallel park
In that red and yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from Colli' Park, but I'm from Holleygrove
Now all my bloods scream "Zoowoo and Dadda-do!"
I know my role, and I play it well
And I weigh it well, on my libra scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there
Long hair, I don't even care

[Chorus ‒ Jay-Z]
Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) In case you wonderin'!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?) Around the world now I'm back again!
('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) In case you wonderin'!

[Verse 3 ‒ Jay-Z]
Shyea
I'm right here, in my chair
With my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share
Mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther
Go further, go harder
Is that not why we came?
And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murciélaga's
Far from being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's been mentioned with the Martyrs
The Biggie's and the Pac's, and the Marley's and the Marcus'
Garvey, got me a Molotov cocktail
Flow, even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The Dopebwoyy just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, where guys just, stare at my wardrobe
I see euros, that's right, plural
I took so much change from this rap game it's your go
Young!

(Hey Mr. Carter)

[Verse 4 ‒ Lil Wayne]
It's my go, yeah
And I'm gonna go so opposite of soft
Off the Richter, heckter
The Macho Man Randy Savage, far from average
Above Satus-Quo
Flow, so, pro
I know, I ride slow and when I pass
They say "What's up killer man?" Stop bringing up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy Baby!

[Chorus ‒ Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
(Tell me where have you been?) Yeah
('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching)
They've been wondering why?) Haha
(Hey Mr. Carter) Amen
(Tell me where have you been?) Hova!
('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Weezy
They've been wondering why?) Baby!
(Choir ‒ Fade to finish)
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hahaha
(Tell me where have you been?) I been hustlin'
('Cause they've been asking, they've been searching) Hustlin' hard
They've been wondering why?) Chyeaa

[Outro ‒ Lil Wayne]
And I swear to everything, when I leave this earth
It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in this dirt
And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze it hurt
Ah, we'll lose two lives, yours and mine
Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve
At the Funeral Parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve...

 

[fox69]

"Mrs. Officer"
(feat. Bobby Valentino)

"Mrs. Officer"
(feat. Bobby Valentino)



Hey...
Hey... Yeah
Hey... Yeah
Hey, Hey, Hey
(Valentino) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah, Yeah)... Yea, Yea, Yeah
(Yeah, Yeah) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah)... Yea, Yea, Yeah
(Yeah) Woo, Woo, Wooo... Yea, Yea, Yeah
(Yeah) Woo, Woo, (Yeah) Wooo... Bobby Valentino

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya (Yeah)
We can hear the angels calling us (Chea)
We can see the sunrise before us (Yeah)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
(She know what I mean) I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Wee),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Wee),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
(Like a cop car)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Hey),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Hahaha)...
I'll make ya say...

[Lil Wayne:]
(Yeah)... Doing a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop
Ha Ha... she got me thinking I can date a cop
Ha Ha... cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in the car, she cut off all the lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I got her hollering sounding like a siren
Talkin' bout...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss
And she know I get high!! a-bove the law
And she know I'm raw, she know it from the street
And all she want me to do is fuck the police
Talkin' about...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yea),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee... (Yea),

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us (Yeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (Umm)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yeah),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
(Like a cop car)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yeah),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Hey)...
I'll make ya say...

[Lil Wayne:]
Ha Ha... And after we got done
I said lady what's ya number she said 911
Haaa... emergency only
Head doctor perform surgery on me
Yeah... and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothing but handcuffs & heels
And I beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby yeah I beat it like a cop
Ha Haaa... beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby said beat it like a cop
But I ain't tryna be violent
But I'll do the time but her love is timeless
... Mrs. Officer...
I know you wish ya name was Mrs. Carter huh?
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee (Yeah),
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee, Like a cop car...

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,

Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee...
I'll make ya say...

[Kid Kid:]
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm kid kid... my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every lady cop all over
That ass so big I catch a battery to hold ya
My hands so big you thought I told ya to pull it over
She pulled me over... pulled me out the rover
Then she pulled me closer... threw me in the back of the car
Put me in handcuffs start ripping my pants off
(all you heard on the dispatcher is...)
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...

[Bobby Valentino:]
Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key,
Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift...
Cause it's on... tonight...
Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast & head,
And I can't wait to get it on...
Wanna do it all night long... Mrs. Officer

[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
...
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee,
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee...
I'll make you say...

 

[fox69]

"My Birthday"
(feat. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine)

"My Birthday"
(feat. Kidd Kidd, Gudda Gudda, T-Streets & Mack Maine)



[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it’s on
Basically..
I got the Streets and the boot with me
Dedication trois

[Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my shit!
Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch
I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I’m making chinese food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
“Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!”
Shawty won’t be on my team, she could cheerlead..
Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T
I make a snow angel
Y’all niggas squares, but aint got no angle
My shit’s so tight you can get strangled
It’s Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that “private plane clothes”
I’m taking off, going to another land
Call home, missus never going to another man
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I’m a lover man
Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue
I talk too much shit
I eat pussy and you suck dick

[Kidd Kidd]
They call me “Lil Nut” but my nuts aren’t the same
No homo, that’s how I came in the game
I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
The shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain
Told Lois Lane I can’t be a Super Mane
My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game
I’m back at the halftime like it’s just an ankle sprain
Ain’t no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors
It’s mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien
What planet is he from
Huh? Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Picture Buzz with the shotgun ?
All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud
We 7:30 livewires
Unplug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a nut-stain
I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes, who the fuck could complain?
Huh?

[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I’m styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo
Gudda, I’m the East gang schizo
It’s no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins
Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin
Let me get back in it, bitch
I just go head first, you be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
(give me shit)
My niggas Streets say “Kill them all!”
Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon
I’m just eating nigga, I’m getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on

[Mack Maine]
Talk reckless, I don’t give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
I come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain’t got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks
I’mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court, the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
It’s Mack Maine, ain’t shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like “bitch, what?”
My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My dick big, that’s why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis
He ain’t got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I’m a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee, I ain’t about discussing prices
Cause I ain’t tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I’m ?
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison
Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing
Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don’t make us start fucking rifling
Nigga really it go to fucking striking
We got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend
You catch me in Minnesota like I’m a Viking
I’m with every video vixen that you liking
I’m the reason your bitch dyking
Nigga dont want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd
He like this
How I get like this?
I pop a nigga, break something like Midas
Im trying to be modest, nigga, I’m honest
Young Money, Young fucking Money
And this is what I did for my birthday BITCH