Lil Wayne lyrics

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Lil Wayne You Lyrics

[CHORUS]
All my n—– if you with me
Where you at? Oh!
All my soldiers if you with me
Where you at? Oh!
All my hustlaz if you with me
Where you at? Oh!
Where you at? Oh!
Where you at? Say Oh!
n—– if you with me
Let me hear you say Oh!
Soldiers if you with me
Let me hear you say Oh!
Hustlaz if you with me
Let me hear you say Oh!
Say, say OH!
Say, say OH!

Aye Oh!
I come and do my thang and hold down my side
Single Street man throw my set up high
Weezy Wee gang call them boys that squad
That Squad…Squad up! You know
And we get a lot of dough on the strength of me
Get a lot of ‘dro for the strength of fee
Get a lot of blow
But keep that on the D
D what?…DL! You know
And OH you don’t wanna f— with a nigga
‘Cuz a n—- might f— with the trigger
Leave a n—- on the Flo’
Truly I don’t buck with you nigga
Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga
Bitch man is an itch to a rich man Whoa!
’20s on the six with the kicks sitting low
Sticky in my swish man gasoline flo’
Fire spit man Weezy is about to blow
Yo know!

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Aye Oh!
Pass the pine to the pimp old juice killer
Catch your eye in one glimpse old school with the
A– up high the front dip drip Bam!
Mami like Damn Lil’ Wayne stop playin
Baby I’m a baller I hustle with my father
It’s the Birdman and Birdman J.R.
Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter
Yeah! Tity baby put it in the air
I’m jumping out this atmosphere
And I’m jumping in your b—- if she at a player
Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs
You see the arm when I pass nigga bling-a-ling
You now I’m armed we can mash man it aint-a-thing
You know I’m calm but I’m a gorilla aint-a-game
I got a banana clip for all you orang-a-tangs
Lets bang!

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Aye (Oh!)
It’s young Weezy can’t nothing see me dog
I get you done easy with one easy phone call
And the sawed off make your arms fall off
Like a short sleeved polo…wont bother me no more
Ice like strobe light…look like I’m moving slo mo’
Probaly look nice on low pro Yokahomas
With ‘20 inch chromes poking out ‘em
Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja
Redbone in the shower
Hello! Pochahontas give a long stroke poke for hours
Floating vagina oh I’ma holla
So coke and the nanies I’m honest man
Nothing big maybe ounces, grams
But I know how to double…and sometimes it’s scams
But I know to hustle…and some glocks’ll jam
But I know how to bust’em…and some drops’ll slam
All alloy buttons that’s all stunting
That boy’s something yeah!

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Lil Wayne Apologize video

Apologize Lil Wayne lyrics

I’m holdin’ on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I’m hearin’ what your sayin’
But I just can’t make a soundd
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me downn
But waaiitt;
You tell me that you’re sorry
Didn’t think I’d turn around
And sayyy

Okay, I’m talkin’ about a
Good girl, gone bad
Crooked world, wrong path
Right Mom, wrong Dad
I sing this song mad, but not mad enough to shoot you
But it just eats me up, like some bbq from Luther’s
In the mornin’ with the roosters
On the corner with the boosters
And she’s the freshcut and they’re on her like sutures
And I wanna talk to her
But her Mama has to school her
I wanna see her better
She’s the weather of my future
I don’t wanna see another hurricane
Baby you can kill the pain
If you just let me explain
Trust me I know what I’m sayin’
You will end up on the track of an oncoming train
Stuck in the passenger seat
Travlin’ through the fast lane

Well once upon a time, there was a Mom and a Dad
Who on the outside had everything people wished they had
A beautiful daughter, two story house, two car garage
And a white picket fence wrapped around the front yard
See Daddy was a doctor
And Mommy was a banker
Mommy’s job got outsourced
So now Mommy’s dranker
Daddy had a malpractice suit
Now he’s a snorter
And all this shit’s takin’ place
Right in front of their daughter
She says, “Daddy what’s wrong?”
But he’s just too high
“Mommy what we gon’ do?”
She just get drunk and cry
Caught in the middle of two wrongs, tryin’ to do right
Lookin’ for answers alone in the darkness of night
They say…

I’m holdin’ on your rope
Got me ten feet off the groundd
And I’m hearin’ what your sayin
But I just can’t make a soundd
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me downnn,
But waaiitt
You tell me that you’re sorry
Didn’t think I’d turn arooound
And sayyy

That it’s too latee to apologizee
It’s too lateee
I said it’s too latee to apologizee
It’s too lateee

Lil Wayne Millie video

Lil Wayne Millie Lyrics

A millionaire I’m a Young money millionaire tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isn’t fair,
I’m a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed…
Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cause I don’t write s— ’cause I ain’t got time,
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar,
And the all mighty power of dat cha cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha f— a copper,
Got da Maserati dancin on the bridge p—- 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,

A millie in here a millie in there
Sicilian b—- with long hair with coke in the derriere
Like smoke in the thinest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, the m——– problem
Ok your a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin?
Nothin, nothin you ain’t scarin nothin
On some f—– bullshit call em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want b—- call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it’s private damn I hate a shy B—-
Don’t u hate a shy b—-? yea I f—– a shy b—-
And she ain’t shy nomoe she changed her name to My b—-
Yea n—- that’s my b—
So when she ask for the money when you through don’t be suprised b—
And It ain’t trickin’ if u got it
But u like a b— with no ass u ain’t got a hole to s—-
M——– I’m ill not sick
And I’m ok, but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my glock sick
And my knot thick
I’m it

M——– I’m Ill…

Ya see….
They say I’m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac Andre 3 Thousand where is Erykah Badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon’ beat Lil Wayne
My name ain’t bic, but I keep that flame maine
Who dat one
Dat do dat boy
Ya’ll knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shit
Now you got loose bowels

I don’t “O-U” you like two vowels
But I’d like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I’d rather be pushing flowers,
Than to be in the pen sharing showers
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 b—es like I’m Michael Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me
M——– I say life ain’t s—- without me
Chrome lips pokin out the coop like it’s poutin
I do what I do and u do what u can do about it
b— I can turn a crack rock into a mountian
Dare me?
Don’t u compare me cause there ain’t noody near me
They don’t see me but they hear me
They don’t feel me but they fear me
I’m Illie