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Sonntag, 11. September 2011

Lil Wayne - We Gon' Get Paid Lyrics N Video



Lil Wayne - We Gon' Get Paid Lyrics and Video

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
I’m fly as a bird
high as the herb
I am under, I can conquer
what I prefer, like that reefer
pour that liquor, shawty tell me Weezy baby
your that n-gga, I say I know
what I say, it go
and that there she know
she get her ego, oh no she go
on commercial flights, with the purest white
skip the beauty patch, as long as her booty fat
as long as she do me that, favor, and do my dad
I’m weezy baby, me and paper are newly weds
Jessica Simpson money, yeah, goofy cash
I smoke blue dro, and she smoke yellow dro
together we make green, she go go get mo’
see i’m from hollygrove, nothing like hollywood
behind that money honey, we act like animals


[Chorus]
we don’t get paid if ya’ll don’t get paid, we still gon’ get our bread
if we don’t get paid and ya’ll do get paid, than somebody’s losing their head, hey
we don’t get paid if ya’ll don’t get paid, we still gon’ get our bread
if we don’t get paid and ya’ll do get paid, than somebody’s losing their head, hey


Donnerstag, 1. September 2011

Lil Wayne Feat. Ludacris - Eat You Alive Lyrics N Video



Lil Wayne - Eat You Alive Lyrics and Video

[Lil Wayne - Intro]
C3
Be Ready
Cuz I know you can’t be
So be afraid
Very Afraid

Yeah, haha

[Chorus]
I done warned you boys of the monster boy
I’m the monster boys
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
Now I’m gonna eat
And now I’m gonna eat

I’m gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive
Eat you alive, alive, alive, alive
I’m gonna eat you alive, alive, alive
I’m gonna eat
I’m gonna eat you alive, alive, alive, alive
Eat you alive, alive, alive, alive
I’m gonna eat you alive
Now I’m gonna eat
Eat you alive
And now ima gonna eat
I’m gonna eat

[Lil Wayne]
Welcome to the carter, little shop of horror
Bloddy like a period after d r a
Doctor imma dog, imma dog, imma dog ya
Not Georgetown but imma uptown hoya
Brothers like Warner, someone should’ve warned ya
R E L A X like f-ckin California
Or get cornered, then get tortured, then get slaughtered
In that order

[Chorus]

[Ha]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Massacre music, lose it, loosens loosen a noose round my neck, I’m turnin blue b-tch
Bout to go stupid, that Hollygrove zoo sh-t
Keep a set of grip plies for ear pair loose slips
I done said I was too sick, I said I’m too too sick
Four sick, Five sick, Six sense
Dead people
Just put ahead people
Instant, Instinct
I don’t care what color you is, I burn ya turn ya skin pink
And if you can’t stand me then knock me down
But I don’t wanna hear that sh-t like shit Foxy Brown
Its Weezy F. People
And I don’t talk sh-t like deaf people
New Orleans refugee like Wyclef people
My street eagle
And n-gga watch yo ego
Cuz if you think ya too fly then I shoot down that eagle
And then the monster see you
And the monster need food
And that monsters me too
So the monster eat you


[Juliana]
I done warned you boy of the monster boy
He’s a monster (Yeah)
Feed him rappers, or feed him beats
And now he’s gunna eat
And now he’s gunna eat

[Ludacris]
I’m tired of playin wit y’all boys
Wayne you ready
Luda, yeah

Thats right I’ll eat you alive, Luda I’ll eat ya, eat ya
till there ain’t nuttin left,
til the cops can’t identify none of your facial features
letting out my rage, unleash the beast
unlock your guest of honor
let me out the cage I’ll eat these beats
I’m hip hops Jeffrey Dahmer
Can’t get to be defeated my spot is still reserved
till you sell diamond n-gga don’t say a f-cking word
my flows are animalistic
just say I’m a seasoned Vet
I received my masters in rapping you just a teachers pet
and I’m this seasons threat
yeah I’m f-cking mother nature
flows so hard if you get up on the track I’ll make your own mother hate ya
act like she don’t even know ya, act like she don’t even care
Ludacris turns rappers to ashes
roll em up and put em in the air
it’s rap orientation and yes I’m glad to meet ya
I’ll bring the pain, ay Lil Wayne go get the anesthesia
for these none contenders for these rhyme offenders
their time is not on my agenda b-tch n-gga

[Chorus - Ludacris]
cus I done warned ya boys I’m a monster boy
Ima a monster boy (thats right)
feed me rappers or feed me beasts (feed me beats)
Ima gonna eat, Ludacris Im gonna eat (say what)
im gonna eat ya alive
eat ya alive
Ludacris I eat ya alive (I eat em alive)
I’ve always ate em alive (I ate em alive)


Donnerstag, 18. August 2011

Lil Wayne - That's What Niggas Do Lyrics and Mp3



Lil Wayne - That's What Niggas Do Lyrics and Video

[Tupac]
Imma buy a Benz cos thats what niggas do
Imma smoke weed cos thats what niggas do
Imma pack a gat cos thats what n-ggas do
Imma get drunk cos thats what niggas do
you understand Im not gonna change cos muthaf-ckers got money

[Tupac - Chorus]
Imma buy a Benz (imma buy a benz) cos thats what niggas do
Imma smoke weed (imma smoke weed) cos thats what niggas do
Imma pack a gat (imma pack a gat) cos thats what n-ggas do
you understand me you yo yo you understand me
[repeat]


[Lil Wayne]
Uhhh, they wanna lock me up and throw away the key
I wanna pop em up and throw away the heat
I dont play and when I do I play for keeps
Im from the jungle where the lion eat the sheep
yeah bubba just came home from the penitentiary
when I see him Imma put him in a Bentley
Young Carter what it is, what it isn’t
D Porter my sign say gone fishing
Imma wizard, pooof! my top missing
let the sky in and tell the b-tch kiss it
sip pink Mo, I drink pimp C
never put the cup down (never put the cup down)
b-tch Im from uptown
I say uptown
my lifes a nasty b-tch ask bus down
ask what now
and an ass never differs
Lil Weezy is … dat nigga

[Tupac - Chorus]
Imma buy a Benz (imma buy a benz) cos thats what niggas do
Imma smoke weed (imma smoke weed) cos thats what niggas do
Imma pack a gat (imma pack a gat) cos thats what n-ggas do
you understand me you yo yo you understand me
[repeat]


Dienstag, 16. August 2011

Lil Wayne and T-Pain - Damn Damn Lyrics and Mp3 (The Flower)



Lil Wayne - Damn Damn Lyrics and Video

[Lil Wayne]
Tha Bizness, tha bizness, tha bizness
tha bizness, tha bizness
and Imma give shawty the bizness
Tha Bizness, tha bizness
yeah Imma give mama the bizness
tha bizness

[Chorus]
Like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa oh ohhh
she was like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn
and we was like….
yeah we was like….

Uh like hey lil mama
what chu say lil mama
can you stay lil mama
I dont play lil mama
(?)
but I shall look deep in ya
and I will do whatever
I got a thing for ya ya ya ya…

Thats what you say I do do do do
what I do do do do you you oh oh

[Chorus]
Like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa oh ohhh
she was like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn
and we was like….
yeah we was like….


[Lil Wayne]
Now wait lil mama
can I take you on a date lil mama
if i had my way
we’d be dating everyday lil mama
now wait lil mama
we can go to my estate lil mama
you know I ate lil mama
like a straight piranha
uh uh, her face look flower
and I taste her flower
and I take that flower
and never give it back to
you, you, you, you, you, you

and it was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoaa
and I was like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoaa
she was like damn damn damn damn damn damn damn
and we was like damn damn damn
yeah we was like damn damn damn

[T-Pain]
Like hey there shawty
look what I bought ya
its a brand new ferrari
equipped with no top on
and Ima get something for that
yeah you already know that
put it on my hope list
and baby Imma give it to youuuuu, you you you you you
now what we gon do do do do do oh oh oh oh oh oh

he was like WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA
she was like WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOAAAA WHOA WHOA WHOA
she was like DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN
cos I hit her with the WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM
BRING IT ON down, down now that I bring it on down
bring it on down down down down

Dont you know my name its Lil Pain, T-Wayne
what we gon do do do what we gon do do do do


Mittwoch, 13. Juli 2011

Lil Wayne - Sorry 4 The Wait Lyrics


Lil Wayne - Sorry 4 The Wait Lyrics


ain't nobody fucking with me
first degree murder, you can get your degree
motherfucker
and you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman
tune gonna ball, money tall, paul bunyan
real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon' hate
pound of the kush call that bitch pound cake
i hit it from the back
and make that bitch about face
and then i gotta split
i'm sorry baby, sour grapes
she wine, baby don't leave
i duck that bullshit, bob and weave
everybody tripping, but i ain't never tripping
leave your ass flatter than my new television
i'm talking about money and the power
power and the money
this shit is magic stan van gundy
i'ma run this shit till i'm the last man runnin'
mack light that shit, then pass that to me
young money motherfucker yeah
we the shit, yeah weezy go hard like cialis
don't love that bitch, i fucked that ho
she pop x i smoke o's tic-tac-toe
and i stink cause i got a lot of shit on my mind
they say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9?
i stand in front of the clock
cause i'm ahead of the time
knock your pussy ass off
and send your head to your mom
i ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me
and they can't blindfold what my third eye see
yeah i was locked up, but like a bird i'm free
and the coupe transform, no tyrese
hello goodbye, where are you wayne?
i'm somewhere in-between joy and pain
and i reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds
got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground
now ain't that about a bitch?
it ain't never about a bitch
i'll take your bitch and make her everybody b*tch
backed up by a bunch of g ass niggas
and i just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga
eagle street where the real niggas hung
i'ma rep that shit till kingdom come
yeah sharp bring the drank, i bring the punch
fucking with me it's blood, brains or guts
fuck y'all for real though
sleep with the hammer under the pillow
get into the room, bend her over lock her elbows
soon as i'm done peel off like velcrow, gone
baby i'm stoned, smoking on the strong
got a huge ass bong, swag off the hoodie
can't use that phone
stopped at the light and put the roof back on
one time for the g's, the niggas got the lock
the niggas with the keys, the niggas on the block
the niggas with the p's and q's
put your bitch ass on the evening news
jumping in the game better read the rules
high as a bitch yeah that's me on the moon
f*ck with me that soon, not late
and i'm sorry for the motherfucking wait
tunechi.


Lil Wayne - Hands Up Lyrics


Lil Wayne - Hands Up Lyrics


let's get fucked up
on the road to riches
you're just a speed bump
funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
weezy smoke a tree down til it's just a
tree stump. that eastside nigga
bang on you bitches. i'm going at your neck
strangle you bitches. got a long-ass
list full of bad-ass bitches and i stay
burned out like a bad transmission
i'm on, like the lights i light up
the kush, knock out, mike tyson fight
i'm talking about ass and titties
sex and the city
weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it"
you loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
? she give me einstein
young money motherfucker, yeah we
picked a fine time
i was 17, nigga. bitch, i don't mind a dime
i just ended up on every bitch's sex list
genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin deathwish
? in this bitch, he say fuck y'all niggas
breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
red beam, gimme the light, no sean paul nigga
let nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga
yeah i keep a brian pumper, no homo
the shit i'm on got the world moving in slow-mo
man, i told mack i was gonna do it
above the law, but under the influence
man, i was on the skateboard
kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
got behind her like a shadow
i had her ass up in the air
i swear i got the largest clip in the world
right here in my gat
and i wish a nigga play
i'mma bust a nigga's ass
hate young money? then fuck you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gonna ball
til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
gonna ball til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
we straight, sorry for the wait

Lil Wayne - Marvin's Room Lyrics


Lil Wayne - Marvin's Room Lyrics


dana texted me and said she wants
to see me. and send a picture of her
and a mirror. no clothes on, of course
and she want that dope dick. hello, world
i'm the dope dealer. i love it when
she talk crazy. that dick make her walk crazy
that last time was awesome. all the lines
we crossed them. i ain't a killer but
don't push me. i oj simpsoned that pussy
that's the shit, pussy taste so good
make you smack your lips. i don't know
about you, but i'm a beast with mine
she said she wait for the carter 69
i told her "sorry 4 the wait"
i value her time like an audemars-piguet
and we gonna stay current like the water
in the lake. yeah, we gonna walk around
like we fucking in a circle
pardon the slur, that's the purple
feel so real like it's virtual
any kind of position, she's first to
and she take it every way except personal
yeah that's my bitch, pussy better than
a wishing well. i wish i was in it right now
instead of making this song. hut one, hut two
i run it in the endzone. don't trip when i say
i can't see you. and she say she working on
her career. smoke got her eyes looking like
she from korea. we floating
but i'mma rock the boat like aaliyah
rip, shorty got me. shorty knows i fuck her
with her hard body. shorty fine by me
spend some time by me
it's a jungle out there, come and climb my tree
i know it's on your mind, fine, we can do
whatever that is. she tell me that it's fine
i said fine. shit, i was taught to live
and let live. so live it up baby
giddiup baby, it's your world, ain't trying
to interrupt, but maybe we moving too fast
but fuck it, let's crash. one day
we gonna have to leave our love in the past
but for now i feel lovely, i feel great
slide in you: safe
yeah, all that good shit
no i ain't a player, i just play by the bush
and i know what i'm doing, she loves
how i do it. she throw that ass back and
she never over-do it. she call me "baby" and
i call her "b" - sorry for the wait
carter 4 on the way! august 29th..

Lil Wayne - Rollin Freestyle Lyrics


Lil Wayne - Rollin Freestyle Lyrics


g5 sitting on the runway
big ass chopper: call that bitch beyonce
this for my dawgs locked down all day
money, power, respect: 3 the hard way
i put some real niggas on their feet, boy
so they'll kill anyone for me, boy
yeah, ymcmb boy
young tunechi fresh to deah
rest in peace, boy
my gat bang, your hat hang
i ride of with mack maine
i drink patron straight
you niggas keep that champagne
my pa is the birdman
i'm rich as a white man
i come to your show and kill you
and your hypeman. we roll in
let's roll out, my bitches
don't hold out. they got marley g
i gotta burn my lil bro out
let my dreads grow out
my bitch got a blow out
mi casa, su casa. my house is
a ho house. only fuck with
real niggas. polo, fuck that hilfiger
yeah i'm on a pill nigga
feed you to my little niggas
shout out to my big homies
fifi and t-streets
scope on that nk make me take a sneak peek
t, roll another one
razor blade on the tongue
you ain't ever seen this watch
nigga, this a one in one
you niggas is honey-buns
your girlfriend's a ton of fun
chopper with a drum, muthafucker
get a drummer son
cut that like my blunt is done
suck a nigga's dick or something
put that pussy for me then wile out
and give my nigga's some
i'mma do my thing, i put that
on nicki minaj, i need a bad redbone
to come give my dick a massage
i'm talking big money
i'm talking heavyweight
i cut down on the syrup
now i'm in better shape
i'm from new orleans nigga
where you ain't ever safe
fuck with me, i drop you off
in front of heaven's gates!

ok, jump off a building,
jump out a window,
smoke like a donkey
and fuck like a nymph o!
drink like a goldfish
that's right, you know this
hold up: click-clack
ok, i'm reloaded.

fuck with lil tunechi
i'm good on gucci
wild as ryu
i hit you with that hadouken
my money too long, nigga
my weed too strong, nigga
fuck everybody, i"m in my
own zone nigga. and every time
you see me i'm wet and i'm rolling
tunechi rest in peace, fresh to death
and i'm rolling. about to fuck a bitch
i just met cause she rolling
nigga we rolling, nigga i'm rolling
gotta keep a title, i'mma set cause
i'm rolling. pouring out a bitch
nigga's neck, cause i'm rolling
damn ma! i ain't come yet!
cause i'm rolling. bitch, i'm rolling
young mula, baby. sorry for the wait

Montag, 13. Juni 2011

Lil Wayne - Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics


Lil Wayne - Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics

sleepin’ at the top, nightmares of the bottom
everybody wanna be fly til you swat ‘em
but who am i to talk? i ain’t shittin’ roses
we in in the same picture but we all got different poses
i’m looking in my rear view, i see the world in it
i try to slow down, and i get rear ended
pause! like a red light, i’m dead right!
highway to heaven, god do you see my headlights?
they say “you don’t know what you’re doing till you stop doing it”
well call me clueless cause i do this
attention all shooters, i’m a shooting star
life is a course and i’mma shoot for par
i’m searching for today instead i found tomorrow
and i put that shit right back like i’ll see what i find tomorrow
young money cmr, i’m blood like a scar
i’m weezy f baby and the f aint for “flaw”

it’s like i have it all
but i don’t have to worry
married to the money, a true love story
only god can judge me, i don’t need a jury
nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
back to my journey, that bullshit don’t concern me
i knew i was going to jail i would have f-cked my attorney
if you sleeping on me, than i hope you toss and turning
i’m so cold i’m hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it
yeah,
now what we doing with it
you keep opening ya grill, i’m barbecuing with it
i know my shit already tight so i aint screwing with it
some say this shit is a joke well i hope they get it
ok, i’m walking on needles, sticking to the point
yeah the streets is talking, i’m familiar with the voice
i’m a gangsta by choice i hope my son’s choose wiser
and don’t call me sir, call me survivor
yeah

and i aint doing nothin’ but getting my share
breathin’ this air
if miss rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers
so i’m feeling alright i’m tryna stay aware
and if you wanna trip than i’mma meet ya there
to my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
i’m tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
weezy f baby and the f aint for fear
uhhh

Dienstag, 12. April 2011

Lil Wayne - You Da Shit Lyrics


Lil Wayne - You Da Shit Lyrics

[hook]
show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, believe that
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

i know you hustle baby, i ain't gotta tell ya
you can give it everything but they take it if you let em
but bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
damn the way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
how the fuck you else you going where the shoe ain't fitted?
say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later

[hook]
now show em what you got girl
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, you know
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

then pick up all this money, i know you don’t mind
go on take it to the back and count every single dime

go on show em what you got girl
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give

with your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
so when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
you in it for the commission
every muthafuckin dollar

the way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
you ain't never been a bitch to execute without the plan
i ain't never seen a market supply without demand
fuck credit baby tell em broke niggas stop playing

gun snooze off, just take them shoes off
let me get that all, how that body so soft
cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
and know it ain't a life if we don’t live it

[hook]
baby go on show em what you got girl
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, yaa diiig!
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

and pick up all this money, i know you on your grind
go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
go on show em what you got girl
show em you the shit
yeah throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give, ya dig!

you the shit, you the shit
yeah mami
you the shit, you the shit
uh huh
you the shit, you the shit
yeah mami
you the shit

[hook]
show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig!
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

and pick up all this money, i know you on your grind
go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
go on show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give

[hook]
show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig!
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

and pick up all this money, i know you on your grind
go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
go on show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give
hear that


Mittwoch, 6. April 2011

"That's What They Call Me" Lyrics - Lil Wayne Ft. Gudda Gudda


"That's What They Call Me" Lyrics - Lil Wayne Ft. Gudda Gudda

[lil wayne - verse 1]
man, i aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
i keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
i don’t love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy 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
muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking april
i aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy
thats so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy
i’m a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy
spill the champagne on them p-ssies
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 muthaf-cker, you’s a pomeranian
they say f-ck me, then karma came
and since my case, i got my guns in my momma name

and since my case, i got my guns in my momma name
in my momma name…guns in my momma name
and since my case, i got my guns in my momma name

[lil wayne - verse 2]
i’m smoked out, i’m by myself
bithc, i’m a king no matter how the cards are dealt
it’s young money or it’s take money
long hair don’t care, call me jake sully
pay me or pay for me
i tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
momma pray for me
goons spray for me
i have em bring me your head on a tray for me
cut the brain raw, p-ssy ass n-gga i’m at your chest like a training bra
tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar
pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservour
real n-gga repertoire
add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
reportin’ live from the top of the food chain
we eatin man, now what my name?
tunchi, yep! that what they call me man

[hook]

[gudda gudda]
gudda gudda, double g, it’s all the same
the game aint never been the same since the carter came
and i stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane
you captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
duck tap eon the handle of my pistol n-gga
and i don’t spit no more i drool like a retarded man
shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
dont you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, i’m sorry man
young n-gga with old school, game like an atari man
thats your ho callin’ man
i’m gudda gudda bitch, thats what they call me man

[hook]


Samstag, 19. März 2011

"I Am Still Music Tour Concert Freestyle" Lyrics - Lil Wayne


"I Am Still Music Tour Concert Freestyle" Lyrics - Lil Wayne

everybody wanna be fly til you swat ‘em
but who am i to talk? i aint shittin’ roses
we in in the same picture but we all got different poses
i’m looking in my rearview, i see the world in it
i try to slow down, but i get rear ended
pause! like a red light, i’m dead right!
highway to heaven, god do you see my headlights?
they say you don’t know what you’re doing till you stop doing it
well call me clueless cause i do this
attention all shooters, i’m a shooting star
life is a course and i’mma shoot for par
i’m searching for today instead i found tomorrow
and i put that shit right back like i’ll see when i find tomorrow
young money cmr, blood like a scar
weezy f baby and i do it all for y’all


Samstag, 5. März 2011

"I Hate Love" Lyrics - Lil Wayne Ft. Detail


"I Hate Love" Lyrics - Lil Wayne Ft. Detail

she was the sweetest ever
whatever happened to forever
she never say never, she rather say whatever
i’d rather stay together and she’d rather chase the devil
now i’m left to race the rebel
bartender make it several
turn up the bass and treble
how ’bout i make it metal
i’m such a fatal fellow
and shes the reason why
because without the muthaf-cker i’d die
i’d die, i’d die
so bury me today or tomorrow
cause i’ve buried myself away
in the sorrow in may
i die before i wake
i pray i’m resurrected for her nightmares sake

but you love me
at least thats what she said
that whole weekend in my bed
but there was a speaker in my head
saying “seek and you’ll be led”
but instead, instead i loved you
i was weak and mislead
i was deeper than dead
i was sinking in dread now i’m thinking in shreds
so i inked this in red

but she loves me
she loves me not

i hate love
yeah i hate love
oh my god
i hate love

i used to tell myself i wouldn’t do this to myself
until i proved it to myself
and now i’m losing myself
i used to have my shit together but now
you see now, i with whatever
and now, you see, now, you with whoever, forever and ever
and everybody know i aint acting like i’m supposed
i’m attacking my own soul
i’m back in a lone mode
i’m back on that long road
and that road goes forever and ever

i don’t wanna love no more, spare me
you can have my heart its only dead beat
i’m sick of the love songs and the bullshit
when reality bites like a wolf bitch
she’s on top, she wanna kiss
she wont stop, she don’t wanna quit
then i woke up and i wish i could sleep forever and ever

she loves me
she loves me not
i hate love
yeah i hate love
oh my god
i hate love

and i don’t want love, i don’t want love
i don’t wanna love no more
so if you see her you can have her
she’ll be outside my door
so tell a preacher, tell a doctor
i curse the very day you were born
tell my lawyer to tell a judge that i’m guilty

Freitag, 4. Februar 2011

"Green and Yellow" Lyrics - Lil Wayne


"Green and Yellow" Lyrics - Lil Wayne

What up? I got Nosk in here with me
This ain’t a diss song, but uhmm…

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
I’m a cheesehead, y’all n-ggas Cheez Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin’
That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin’

Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow, Green and yellow
Green and yellow, Green and yellow
I put it down, representin’ for my team
I’m in green and yellow, Green and yellow
Green and yellow, Green and yellow

Money green, yellow broad
Aaron Rodgers, MVP award
This is Green Bay, bitch we go hard
This is Packer Country, where ya green card?
Terrible towels, that shit’s borin’
We got the ball, you know we scorin’
Yeah, and thats how we rockin’ heavy metal
I’m up in this bitch wit’ more Bloods than a blood vessel
Pitt goin’ down, say hello to the devil
Just beat the Bears, now we got the Steelers on the schedule
Yeah, no love for ‘em boy, break ya hearts
We gon’ toast these n-ggas, pop tarts

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
I’m a cheesehead, y’all n-ggas Cheez Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin’
That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin’

Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow, Green and yellow
Green and yellow, Green and yellow

I put it down, representin’ for my team
I’m in green and yellow, Green and yellow
Green and yellow, Green and yellow

Got a call from my homie, this just in
The Packers in the Super Bowl and they better win
They call him Big Ben, but he weak though
We in Dallas, but we Lambeau Leap hoe
Long hair, don’t care, Clay Matthews
We shittin’ on these fools, no bathroom
Yeah, got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up, touchdown on Ike Taylor

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
I’m a cheesehead, y’all n-ggas Cheez Whiz
Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin’
That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin’

Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow, Green and yellow
Green and yellow, Green and yellow

I put it down, representin’ for my team
I’m in green and yellow
Green and yellow
Green and yellow
Green and yellow

Uhh, big Gs on the helmet
Steel Curtain? What is that, velvet?
And if we win, I’mma throw a Super Bowl party
And blow a cigar like Vince Lombardi
I’m in Wisconsin, smoking Amsterdam
Yeah I’m from New Orleans, but I been a Packers fan
We knocked the Eagles and the Falcons and the Bears off
Now we ’bout to cut Troy Polamalu hair off

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
I’m a cheesehead, y’all n-ggas Cheez Whiz (Go Pack Go)
Pittsburgh Steelers, thats nothin’
That Super Bowl ring, thats stuntin’

Pull up in your town, when you see me you know everything
Green and yellow, Green and yellow
Green and yellow, Green and yellow

I put it down, representin’ for my team
I’m in green and yellow, Green and yellow
Green and yellow, Green and yellow

[Outro]
Uh, go Pack go
Uh, go Pack go
Uh, we yellin’ go Pack go
Yeah, like I said, this ain’t a diss song
I just love my team, that’s the team with them big Gs on the helmet
You know what it is, Oh yeah, Young Mula baby


Montag, 27. Dezember 2010

Lil Wayne - RappaPomPom Lyrics and Video

Lil Wayne - RappaPomPom Lyrics

[Junior Reid:]
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me
A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3
Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom

[Lil Wayne:]
Welcome to hell I let em burn
Momma told me don't play with them choppas I never learn
I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm
Killas hold court in the street court is ajerned
These n-ggas sleepin hope they keep it in they napsack
Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack
Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack
We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back
Hand gun they don't want no hand gun
Tote a shotty with a bass drum
Say somethin I'm from where them n-ggas can't come
We die rich & young
We die handsome and
Me I never ran from another man son
I take alot a shots xxxxx n-gga and one
So throw away them glocks
I hope they prayin for ya
You hear that chop now you sayin somethin

[Junior Reid:]
That's that rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom

[Lil Wayne:]
Murda she wrote n-gga we loke
You can get smoked like brand new dope
Brand new scopes on old xxx guns from brand new beef
If he play you cold you give him heat
Play that roll get in them streets
You pay that toll life ain't cheap
The streets is watchin
The streets can see what you can't see
You ain't safe you ain't free
You jus a target with teeth
Ya'll n-ggas don't hear me
Shoot him in the eye make the n-gga see clearly
Now he only got one eye like the pyramid
b-tch I'm in the game like the beer man, hear me
They on my crash shootin down like a deer man
Down down baby goin down like airtran
Yeah & you don't wanna take it there man
Because I'm already there man
I'm sayin


[Junior Reid:]
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me
A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3
Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom

[Lil Wayne:]
Survival of the fittest it is well known there's no water like my city's
Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers
n-ggas got choppas n-ggas got trimmers
n-ggas got problems n-ggas got business
n-ggas got children n-ggas got b-tches
b-tches got b-tches
I know xxxxxxx realer then you
n-gga I done seen keys bigger then you
Yeah n-gga you ain't on sh-t
Cut off a n-gga head make him xxxx his own d-ck
No he don't want that & he don't want this
I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss
You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the b-tch
Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script
Addicted to the chips commited to my clique
Cash money mother f-cker get the pistol to your lips

[Junior Reid:]
That's that rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom
You only got a few days more
To get the guns you want at the gun store
On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me
A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3
Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom

Dienstag, 26. Oktober 2010

Lil Wayne - 30 Minutes To New Orleans Lyrics and Video


Lil Wayne - 30 Minutes To New Orleans Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
30 minutes to New Orleans
T, you gotta feel me
shout out, see b-tch man, holla at me

Okay, gucci backpack, fresh black adidas
rollin on a pill, rollin up some reefers
declining all the Kesha’s, replying to the Kims
still knockin’ boots like hammers on Tims
I’ma muthaf-cka baby, Weezy f baby
yeah I get it wet and I keep it wet baby
I can make a dyke say she leavin’ that lady
I can make a lady say she leavin that
p-ssy ass n-gga that gave her that baby
now she with Weezy f, Weezy f, Weezy f, Weezy f baby
hahahaha Weezy f baby hahahahaha
now watcha gone watcha gone watcha gone do
when Nina Ross come and put that p-ssy on you
now you probly still a virgin and imma bust your cherry
and I’ma come through in something so cherry
and I’m sittin on Pirelli’s, pumpin Makiavelli
showed your girlfriend my house, she think I live in Italy
just bought a jet I’m bout to take that bitch to LA
bitch I never met ‘em ’bout to meet that bitch in LA

oooh I’m feelin myself
I’m so fly, shawty think I really fly stealth
I’m so paid shawty I could really buy a stealth
and I’m feeling my belt and I’m feelin my sneaks
cuz I dont see them on anybody
got the semi by me, for anybody
yeaaa I’m from up town
yeaaa I’m from up town
yeaaa I’m from up town
eastside
I’m lightin’ up to blunts at one time
and I thank God I can say f-ck one time
I’m sippin on two cups at one time
and I thank god I can say f-ck one time
f-ck one time
f-ck one time
f-ck one time
Thank god

Louie V bag All black leather
Louie V shoes With the Louie Bandanna
Louie phone case, Louie sidekick case
might put LV on the side of my bitch face
man I’m a dog, I go so hard
man I’m a dog bout to come in your yard
bout to, bout to, come on your lady
Weezy F, Weezy F, Weezy F baby
hahahaha
Weezy F, Weezy F, Weezy F baby
hahahaha
and Young mula baby
can’t forget

I beat that track til that bitch blue black
it’s Weezy F the monster even if you momma
even ex your momma, leave ya next to momma
you are so p-ssy gonorrhea’s your aroma
blind gynaecolagist can see that your vagina
me, me, me turn beef to Bologna
aint go around me like a Honda
better yet she ride it like Travis Pastrana
f-ck the X-games, it’s ecstasy game
show me a mirror cause I’m so glad to meet Wayne

oooh I’m feelin myself
I’m so fly, shawty think I really fly stealth
I’m so paid shawty I could really buy a stealth
and I’m feeling my belt and I’m feelin my sneaks
cuz I dont see them on anybody
got the semi by me, for anybody
yeaaa I’m from up town
yeaaa I’m from up town
yeaaa I’m from up town
Eastside

Donnerstag, 14. Oktober 2010

Mystikal, Lil Wayne - Papercuts Lyrics and Video


Mystikal Ft Lil Wayne - Papercuts Lyrics

[Chorus - Fiend]
I got papercuts
papercuts, papercuts, papercuts
gettin this (money)
spending this (money)
counting this (money)
gettin this
(repeated)

[Lil Wayne]
Young Money Weezy, B-gang bi-otch
Abstract artist, call me Basquiat
Bad Ass Carter, f-ck ya b-tch harder
Wild n-gga, make her give me brains like Harvard
I don’t play at all, ball like a small foward
Keep a buncha b-tches like Ray J Norwood
Flow so sick, I hear the beat and get nauseous
Then I just kill it, turn this b-tch into a carcass
Live in Miami, I aint never see a dolphin
You come to New Orleans, f-ck around and see a coffin
N-gga got power like a f-ckin’ Mighty Morphin
Get money more than often, my loft in-
Atlanta, and I got a cabana
And I got a banana-clip up in the cannon
Big dog s-ittin’ on all you cocker-spaniels
I just keep shootin’ like I’m flippin’ thru the channels
Tunechi

[Chorus]

[Fiend]
I’m a residue rapper, potato chip crack daddy
you cockroach rhyming
I spit that (?)
and while I’m after more like give me
fitted all red like I came down a chimney
and how I murder rappers I know God won’t forgive me (forgive me)
flow automatic not semi
and you getting by with yours like 1 kidney
I gets busy, voice like (?)
counting money in the tele like (?)
I’ma need a meaner and I do it double
send it up to Lucas, start it on the hustle
yeah I hustle (?)
I got a few dollars even bailed out the ride
(?)

[Chorus]

[Mystikal]

Mittwoch, 29. September 2010

Lil Wayne - Hold Up Lyrics and Video



Lil Wayne - Hold Up Lyrics

[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
B-tch im me, American gangsta
weezy F baby, born in a manger
trouble is my friend, i aint far in the danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo
…New orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego
all about my bread like bagels, they know
Im raw like ?, ball like gay hoes
weed so strong its like i twist tornadoes
spit like 9′s, 4 5th’s, and 3 8 oh’s
niggas want problems, well i am problematic
Its back to pickin cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
ima east side damu, deep water shamoo
shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, p-ssy in the bedroom
pass that b-tch down like an heirloom,
Tunechi

Hold up [x4]

[Chorus]
Huslte till night fall
Party till Sunrise
Guns in the boxs?
dont make this a gun fight
f-ck them other niggas
f-ck then niggas b-tches
Been with real s-it (?)
Trigga Finger itches
[x2]

[T-Streets Verse 2]
B-tch im streets, I rep that east
Gimmie the beef, I’ll Put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, B-tch in the sheets
I f-cked that b-tch mission complete
Real nigga talk, Gangsta conversation
Im a real nigga dont f-ck wit immitations
Young Money nigga aint no limatations
I dont play games niggas simulations
Which one of yall niggas say ya bout it?
Its a f-cked up world T streets take ya out it
Thats word to the glock.. Glock in my sock
???? better stop at the dot

[Lil Wayne Verse 3]
Uhh Married to the money, welcome to the reception
She came with problems, f-ck it thats my step sons
Sleepin in the Maybach, Wake me when the jet come
And i keep the toast turn yo ass to bread crumbs
Uhh based on a true story, i got a million flows they aint even 2 storys
Sleepin on the edge, I hope i dont toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird thats how i get the worm
Real nigga university.. Alumni
Just check my watch and the b-tch says sometimes
She say when im in her feels like im soul searchin
And they say money talks, well its my spoke person
Uhh grab a star from the sun roof
I f-ck her in her dreams and make her come true
Young Money is the power Send my B’s at you like a motherf-ckin flower

[Chorus]

Huslte till night fall
Party till Sunrise
Gun in the boxs?
dont make this a gun fight
f-ck them other niggas
f-ck then niggas b-tches
Been with real s-it (?)
Trigga Finger itches
[x2]


Lil Wayne - Popular Lyrics and Video


Lil Wayne - Popular Lyrics

[Lil Wayne Chorus]
She got that good good she michael jackson bad im attracted to her for her atractive a-s
She got that good good she michael jackson bad im attracted to her

[Lil Wayne]
She a monster, I’m her sponsor
she run through my head, Chris Johnson
I’ma tackle her, get in back of her
buss it open suck that p-ssy like the dracula
what your man doing? tell him fall back
throw that p-ssy at me, baseball bat
i kiss her where she point
I make her lose her voice,
I see her when I want, call that viewers choice
number 1 lover, she want none other
dont need another one when we got one another
i take her out and then i take her down
i beat it up twelve round

[Lil Wayne Chorus]
She she got that good good
she got that got that good
she got she got that got that
she she got that good good, she michael jackson bad im attracted to her for her atractive a-s

[Lil Twist]

Ok I’m watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
that i can do baby on top of the world
when i`m on top of you baby
spend the night with me and get popular baby , po-popular baby (x2)

[Lil Wayne]
Uh
She a monster,but im a beast tho
Take her clothes down,with my teeth tho
I beat slow or i can hit it fast
I do it how she ask, and i cum last
I bust her a-s,we tare it down
The i gotta slit like James Brown
Its all love,i come back around
And if she back it up , then then i back it down
Tell me something is u ready for me baby
Take this beast of out my pants and let u pad it for me baby
My dick on professor Klump jump on this Eddy for me baby
And when u f-ck with me they give u credit for it baby yeah

[Lil Wayne Chorus]
She she got that good good
she got that got that good
she got she got that got that
she she got that good good, she michael jackson bad im attracted to her for her atractive a-s

[Lil Twist]

Ok I’m watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
that i can do baby on top of the world
when i`m on top of you baby
spend the night with me and get popular baby , po-popular baby (x2)

[Lil Wayne ]
She got that good good she michael jackson bad
im attracted to her for her atractive a-s
So pack your bags , i fly you in
Soon as she land , we get it in
She love to put her legs around my neck
I promise if i f-ck her hard then she gon choke me to death . ha
And is always with dont know if she the best i ever had
but shes the best i had yet

[Lil Twist]

Ok I’m watching you baby and thinking about all of the things
that i can do baby on top of the world
when i`m on top of you baby
spend the night with me and get popular baby , po-popular baby

hey and u get popular baby
and like a cradle i`ll be rockin u baby
i feel good when i`m on top of you baby
so imma stay on top of u baby . hey

[Lil Wayne ]

u`ll be popular baby
i`ll be rockin u baby
i`m on top of u baby
and imma stay on top of u baby hahaha

YOUNG MUUUULLLLAAA BABYYYY

Dienstag, 28. September 2010

Lil Wayne - YM Banger Lyrics and Video

Lil Wayne - YM Banger Lyrics

[Gudda Gudda]
Ok I’m leaning to the left
flag in my right pockets
star track fly, unidentified flying objects
extraterrestrial I’m all about my decimels
retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow
sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts
the simple mathematics.
you cut the check and I rake in the green like I’m raking the grass in
pretty b-tches damn near feint when they passing
call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
tata head n-ggas get mashed when I’m spazzin’
think you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
you n-ggas is ducks howards, cowards
kill the competition and hsower n-ggas with flowers
this rap sh-t is ours
pop b-tch

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, uptown back in it
Hollygrove black menace
black clothes, black tennis
black semi,
I’ve never sat in hemi
that would offend me
try Maybach on Maybach
b-tch I got stacks yeah
paychecks on paychecks
and I still want payback
and I still don’t play that
I kill on asap
and you don’t do sh-t but get money all day
p-ssy shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM young mula young money all day
where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
which one of y’all say you want drama I’m honoured
I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman
stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma’s
still wear red like an old 49ner
f-ck sh-ttin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

[Jae Millz]
Mama aint make me to make homies
she make me to make history
so doing that’s my extra-curicular activity
bulldozer boy and the target is the industry
Two things I love in the World, good head and victory
you aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me
your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T
This is Misery, lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com no Cathy Bates
come at me sideways my money slap ya straight
yeah I’m a big joker so you know I slap you ace
leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face
love is a gamble but it’s my casino
pretend that your the loser I hope that she (?)
I hope the game got life insurance
cause I’m kill it
and all you wack ass rap n-ggas dying with it
I’m so harlem eating but so starving
pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine
Millz

[Tyga]
put the flow in the pot
crank up the ntoch
burn the song from a stove top
it’s finger licking hot
his pitch flip cause the n-gga flop
my sh-t hit like the p-tch was soft
n-ggas cotton balled
she dropped drawers cause she poppin off
her p-ssy cross guard but I don’t stop at all
I smash in the car, like f-ck the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it done
the rocky sh-t that we up on
shttin on em like hittin the barn
hey wait they say money talks
man you don’t speak at all
you shop at mini malls
my style two thumbs up like using analogues
I wreck sh-t for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say evision
I bore you n-ggas flame flicker
I melt pictures
tyga skin aint drippin’


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