Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross
Album:Tha Carter IV(Deluxe Edition)
The LRC Maker:冬東咚东
@冬東咚东
{"{"}Verse 1: Lil Wayne}Fo' fo' bulldog, my **********ing pet
I point it at you and tell that ************ fetch
I'm ****ing her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get *****, mouth and ass, call that ***** 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 f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
You **** 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 aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a ***** I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my ****ing 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
{"{"}Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and **** it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
{"{"}Verse 2: Rick Ross}Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, ***** I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high,
swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow *****, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a ***** n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga ****
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
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
{"{"}Lil Wayne}Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and **** it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
{"{"}Verse 3: Lil Wayne}Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, ***** I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your ****ing with a n-gga who don't give a ****
Empty the clip than roll a window up
***** n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
I'm in a red *****, she said she finna cum
200 thousand on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
***** ass n-gga, ***** ass n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday
{"{"}Verse 4: Rick Ross}I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that ***** gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my *****
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a *****, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you ****ing up
It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, ********** huddle up
{"{"}Lil Wayne}I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Johnny