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[Juvenile]
c'mon, c'mon, hmmm, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Bitches is pulling out they best suits, gangstas is getting dressed too, Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube, Its a fasho shot, some of these niggas know not, that's why they so hot, always up in the dope spots, I hope my niggas feel what I'm saying, I'm trying to put lil whodi up on his game, And dick suckers ain't playing, and duck nigga look I won't remain, You stuck even if you don't restrain, I'ma be in the cut, Some of you got it, some of you fuckin' up, you better get your life together before you loose that bruh, You got cocaine you better move that bruh, you got a brain you better loose that bruh, you got a half you better loose that bruh, don't even choose that bruh, so move on, I did this album right here for keeping me and you strong, [Juvenile] that's right cousin, I did this album right here for me and my people ya heard me, And we got the lord on our side so can't nothing you do or say to me bother me cousin, I'ma be here until its all over with, I been through a lot the past few years, But I ain't holding no grudges, its all about me and my family, U.T.P, this how we eat cousin, what |
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| 2. |
| 5:13 |
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[Verse 1]
I live it up like these are my last days If time is money, I'm an hour past paid Ughh, gunpowder in my hourglass Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper So love or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we learn from mistakes, that's why they mistake me I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers All hail Weezy, call it bad weather I stick to the script, I memorize the lines Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds And they say never say never, but fuck your nevermind I've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home [Hook 1] Blunt blowin' Polo drawers showin' I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga [Verse 2] Stunna, I got em, I'm back on them bitches All about my riches, my name should be Richard Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors Life is a choice, and death is a decision Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch I still got the vision like a line between two dots Young money's eating, the label getting fatter And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at em I'm a bad motherfucker, cuz the good die young Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb Shoot that hummingbird down, Hummingbird don't hum Big money, big money, deep pockets Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting East side, My Piru Damu, I'mma [Hook 2] Blunt blowin' Polo drawers showin' I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin' You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga [Verse 3] Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher Y'all dead meat, and me im just a butcher I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her You can look into the future, its right behind your eyelids But I don't wanna know, cuz shit I like surprises Why that, why this, why you on that why shit? Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM Beach bum, call me ocean drive slim Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin Young moola, skinnies and some supras Belly of the beast till it pukes Motherfucker [Hook 2] [Outro] I've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong [X3] Hello Weezy, welcome home It's young moola, baby |
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| 3. |
| 3:18 |
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[Verse 1:]
Faded off the kush, I'm gone Only two years old when daddy used to bring dem hookas home Looking like my grandma, my niggas got dat ammo We jackson and then light up a l, Sameul Tunechi in this bitch nigga, ya'll niggas bitch niggas Rats gon rat and snakes gon 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 Yea you kno 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 Whoa nigga, die slow nigga For dear life you holdin on, envogue nigga Unload nigga, reload nigga Tools on deck, Home Depot nigga Well if life is a bitch then mines a gold digger Yea and all my bitches nasty like cold dinner Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off I'm good, I'm 100, like a fast ball Carter IV [Verse 2:] Yeah... ugh... I going back in We get fuck ya'll money, how u want play it That ak sleep on the side of my bed That's one eye closed, one eye open Your cap get peeled like Ibuprofen I'm sick, I'm I'll, I ain't the nigga to fuck with This is a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick Young money man, we got this shit by a landslide Boy I send dem bloods at your ass like a tampon Uptown shit, wet the whole party Weezy gon ball, bald like Steve Harvey The heater, I'm a tuck her, Tucker like Delores That's my word, word like thesaurus I don't see no future in your front and I be stunting hard Rap game depending on me like a bungy chord Fear nobody but God almighty Shoot that moutherfucker till I get arthiritis I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class I'm a diamond in the ruff like a baby in the trash I talk it, I live it, I paint a picture vivid And the pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet I go so hard, go so mean, I'm so New Orleans Told the judge I could'ntbudge, it was him or me Forget the bullshit and remember me |
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| 4. |
| 4:09 |
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Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner you don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher so misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma? two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her life is the bitch, and death is her sister sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture you know father time, we all know mother nature it’s all in the family, but I am of no relation no matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation f-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch I’m going back in okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy but hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self defense swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins n-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end talking to myself because I am my own consultant married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off real n-gga all day and tomorrow but these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights the fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do if these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on but most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya” bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna people say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her you n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate yeah, with a swag you would kill for money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba and I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya I be macking, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter n-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times that I keep these bucks steady on my mind tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love? keep throwing my sign in the middle hit ‘em up, piece on my side, ’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard? Gunna |
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| 4:41 |
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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 imma 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 ain't 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 fucked 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 ain't 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 imma 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 ain't for "Fear" Uhhh |
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| 5:06 |
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I tell her now gon and pop that pussy for a real nigga
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her Niggas jealous but I could care less I'm in hells kitchen with an apron and a hairnet Devil on my shoulders the lord is my witness So on my Libra scale I'm weighing sins and forgiveness What goes around comes around like a hula hoop Karma is a bitch but just make sure that bitch is beautiful Life on the edge I'm dangling my feet I tried to pay attention but attention paid me Haters can't see me nosebleed seats And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap I rock to the beat of my drumset I've been at the top for a while and I aint jumped yet But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit Now jump on that dick and do a full split [Chorus] He just started to pop it for a nigga then looked back and told me baby it's Real And I say I aint doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it Feels I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal She bad so maybe she wont uh but shit then again maybe she will Yeah do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right now she will Yeah do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right now she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now she will Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right now she will. I tell her now gon and pop that pussy for me Haters can't see me but them bitches still looking for me You can take that to the bank and deposit that Put your two cents in and get a dollar back Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack I'm all about "I" give the rest of the vowels back I like my girl thick not just kinda fine Eat her till she cry call it wine and dine Try to check me and ima have em checkin poses They say choose wisely that's why I was chosen Rockin like asphalt it's the cash fault Looked in the face of death and took it's mask off Now I like my house big and my grass soft I like my girl face out and her ass north But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit Jump up on that dick and do a full split [Chorus] He just started to pop it for a nigga then looked back and told me baby it's Real And I say I aint doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it Feels I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal She bad so maybe she wont uh but shit then again maybe she will Yeah do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right now she will Yeah do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right now she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now she will Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right now she will. He just started to pop it for a nigga then looked back and told me baby it's Real And I say I aint doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it Feels I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal She bad so maybe she wont uh but shit then again maybe she will Yeah do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right now she will Yeah do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right now she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now she will Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right now she will. |
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| 4:39 |
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[Verse 1: T-Pain]
She owes me everything and she knows it I've seen all the scenes in this movie, and she blows it at the end She keeps talking to me, cuz she knows that I'm a friend But I can't keep hearing it over and over again I was the one that you came to when you broke up with your boyfriend Man, fuck him Girl I was the one, that told you fuck them other niggas And you still went and fucked them other niggas Most people learn from the bad things I hope that you learn And don't crash and burn in the fast lane But if you read this letter then you caught me This should explain all the ways that you taught me [Hook: T-Pain] How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don't you call me talking bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] And I don't love them hoes But don't fuck up with Wayne cuz when it "Waynes" it pours No really, I'm on my "fuck that bitch" shit You used to be the shit, but now you ain't shit, bitch I had a red bone, but she be tripping though All that bullshit is for the birds, she was pigeon-toed She used to always say, fuck my niggas And when I went to jail, she fucked my niggas Well, I guess I'm single for the night And you can sit right on my middle finger for the night And if I sound mad, then you caught me But this shit explains that you're the one that taught me [Hook: T-Pain] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Coconut Ciroc Forgive and forget, bitch I already forgot I'm over the bitch, and she over the top They say love is the key, somebody changed the lock Well, and I wish I never met ya And I heard you're doing you, and you heard I'm doing better And all I had to do was put two and two together But that just makes four, but not four-ever, damn So much for being the perfect couple I put in overtime, I was working doubles I wish you the best, good luck boo Weezy F, for fuck you [Bridge: T-Pain] No ain't nothing going on Girl I'm moving on, just take your ass home Get away from here, girl I'm so glad you're gone This is the last song I'm writing for you Now I see how you can be I don't want you 'round you me All you do is down me girl How many years I tried to get ya Don't even text my phone when it hit ya, cuz girl ? [Hook: T-Pain] |
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| 2:01 |
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( background music)
What Up Doe? Hahaha. Yeah! This is No Ceilings, man, Welcome. I appreciate you for having this, if you got this, if your listening to this. Thank you. First off, this is for You..You-You-You. As always. Is a big thank you for coming out to all the nights and days on tour. Tours actually. For come and supporting me every single night, Even if you didn't come to the tour, jus-just Thank you. And Uhm... That's that GuddaVille playing in the background, My nigga Gudda Mixtape, go get that shit. And uh... I ain't gonn' talk to much... So... Ima get back to this blunt. And you get back to the Mixtape. No Ceilings! {Echo:} |
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| 4:47 |
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John (If I Die Tonight) Lyrics
[Lil Wayne] 4-4 bulldog my muthaf-ckin pet I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cka fetch I?m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p-ssy mouth and ass call that b-tch 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-ckin the world and n-gga I aint cum yet You f-ck 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 Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a b-tch I got my hand up her dress The money don?t sleep so Weezy can?t rest An AK-47 is my f-cking address, huh [Rick Ross] I?m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, ugh, ugh I got a chopper in the car, ugh, ugh I got a chopper in the car [Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like it?s December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I?m talking all brown linen, huh [Rick Ross] Big black n-gga in an icey watch Shoes on the coupe B-tch 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 b-tch bossIn the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a b-tch n-gga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop (?) Make it come back even harder than beforeL Baby I?m the only one that paid your car note Well connected, I got killers in Chicago [Rick Ross] I?m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, ugh, ugh I got a chopper in the car, ugh, ugh I got a chopper in the car [Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like it?s December 31st Roll up and cock 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 [Lil Wayne] Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, b-tch I?m red fox Big B?s, Red Sox I get money to kill time |
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[Hook]
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 [Bridge] 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 Makaveli 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 dancing 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 [Hook] + [Bridge] [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 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 spares I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared [Bridge] [Verse 3] 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 [Hook] |
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| 3:52 |
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[Intro: John Legend]
So special girl, so special [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, boy shorts, wife beater Now let me see it, I'm a sightseer She was sleeping on me, but she's a light sleeper I make her cum first, then I follow the leader I talk shit, I hope it matters We climax, without the ladder Can't desert the future, no Nevada Her body is a weapon, ratatat her I spent the night in heaven, I slept with an angel And when we finish, I swear that pussy said thank you I said, "You're Very Welcome" I'm so well mannered And I go down south, Louisiana [Hook: John Legend] Baby won't you spend the night Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special girl, so special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl (So special girl, So special) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Then we take a shower together, and wash each others back And if she kick it off, I'mma run it back And then she say my name, like I forgot it She crazy about that dick, Lorena Bobbitt Love be the pilot, but it's kamikaze Yeah, body language, girl let's talk about it Freedom of speech, Weezy a beast Open her up like a book, read it and weep [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah, thinking bout you girl got my mind on E You know them other niggas ain't me Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya Just sit on my grill, that's that tailgate for ya I, put it together, common denominator I tear it up like loose leaf paper I got drinks on chill, my bedroom huge I knock her lights out, I blow her fuse See we don't even fuck no more, we make love And now shes on the tip of my tongue, my taste buds Cause she my honey bee, yeah, buzz buzz And now I'm itching and scratching, that's that love bug [Hook] (Girl I got that 12 play for ya) (So special girl, so special to me) |
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| 4:00 |
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You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love For a second you were here Why you over there? Its hard not to stare, the way you moving your body Like you never had a love Never had a love When you was just a young’un your looks was so precious But now your grown up So fly its like a blessing but you can’t have a man look at you for 5 seconds Without you being insecure You never credit yourself so when you got older It’s seems like you came back 10 times over Now you’re sitting here in this damn corner Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love For a second you were here Why you over there? Its hard not to stare the way you moving your body Like you never had a love Had a love You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions But it wasn’t your fault Wasn’t in your intentions To be the one here talking to me Be the one listening But I admire your poppin bottles and dippin’ Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping Baby, so don’t be mad Nobody else trippin You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook See You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love Oooh, See I just want you to know That you deserve the best You’re beautiful You’re beautiful Yeah And I want you to know, you’re far from the usual Far from the usual You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out How to love How to love See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever Now you in the corner tryna put it together How to love How to love |
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| 4:15 |
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[Hook]
President Carter [Verse 1] Sitting on the world, I got life in my hand So these days I try to think twice when I can Money on my mind as god as my witness Love don't live here and it don't even visit I do this for my uptown politicians Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama missin' Niggas ain't satisfied until they mama miss 'em Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms Tote tools like mechanics, mechanism Uh, detrimental on any instrumental I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentals I'm beneficial, I've been official I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu I like my short cake shorter Ain't no motherfucker harder than (Carter) [Hook] [Verse 2] Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances Your family tree, I will break branches Cause I don't give a fuck, I put the ass in assassin Smoke you like a blunt then it's ashes to ashes The future is born, put the past in the casket If real shit is dead then nigga I'm a bastard Uh, appetite for disaster I want a full plate then another plate after Uh, yesterday just died Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives When shit get deep I'm never afraid to dive Let the money pile up until I'm buried alive Ask who the fuck want it, I bring it to your doorbell Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office I changed the stars on the flag into crosses [Interlude] Amen, so now instead of pledge, we pray, yeah [Hook] [Verse 3] Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga Realitys a bitch and I'mma dance with her 140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground Bitch I'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge I tried to fuck the world and couldn't even get aroused I ain't looking for the beef but I ain't seen it in a while Uh, and we all want world peace Murder show, I give your ass good seats Shit, I'm much more than a good speech [Outro] Gorillas in suits The holy war, the spiritual troops Fighting over the mythical truth Drowning in the political soup They shoot missiles and nukes Taking out such a pivotal group The body count is the physical proof And they thought drugs were killing the youth |
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| 14. |
| 4:02 |
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[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
I'm real as they come, I follow the rules I'm still in the hood but I probably should move Made enough money, I don't fuck around I just felt they needed me so I stuck around Feds got my man, shit is real son Cause my godson just became my real son Think life is a game but all you get is a turn You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill Gasoline, propane Ain't no salary cap in the dope game Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine So in other words nigga, do your thang [Verse 2: Drake] Mind in one place heart in another Please pardon my brother, he's just angry at you niggas Who dont have your heart in your rap shit and got too fuckin comfy Cause we still fuckin hungry, Young Money, got the munchies Faded, fuckin faded, aww yeah I'm fuckin faded They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I musta made it Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole Three visits later, I went and did it major So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out And then November came, they let my nigga out [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Stop playin, I ain't with that bullshit Niggas act like bitches, shanaynay, oh my goodness This is Wayne's world, and y'all are just some tourists Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder Two Glock 40a²s, nigga you got 80 problems Swimmin' in the money, I'mma need some fuckin goggles It's better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em I just came home, shit done got real ho Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steel toe I ain't workin with a full deck but I deal ho I just touched down, kick the motherfucking field goal Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby money Kidnap your bitch, get that a?how much you love your lady' money I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga I'll take you out, that's a date nigga I'm a grown ass blood, stop playin with me Play asshole and get an ass whippin' I think you pussy cat, ha, hello kitty I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin I lay 'em down, tempur-pedic This shits a game of chess, you niggas think it's cleavage Its young money, yeah, tis the season I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot Potato on the barrel, pop pop potato salad |
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| 3:53 |
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[Smoking]
What Up Doe? Hahah. Yes, This Is The End Of No Celings. I hope you enjoyed it. I really do. And like I said it was all for you, Thank you I appreciate you, Everything about you. And again this WAS and IS... No Ceilings. Yeah. This is just a message, your beat ain't safe. Hahahah. Yeah, I just like to have fun. And so, to ask me, Why did I do this? Why do you keep- Why do you give out free music? Why do you do this? Why-Why? Because I'm Weezy, hah. I-I-I-I I'm different, I have plenty of it. So, it's nothing for me to... Share. Hahah. Priceless. That's why it's free. Yeah. No Ceilings! Please don't forget the F. Yeahh. Young Money! |
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| 16. |
| 4:41 |
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[Hook - Lil Wayne]
I stepped on a flower, foot on the petal Girl was a ho so I sat over better I'm on my way to get it, but Giddy got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I'm like "heyyyy, I like the view from here!" I'm so high I can't see you from here Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me Man these b****** just looking for a daddy Pussy getting problems, can't live without em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a b****, but I can't buy tomorrow That's why I go hard, ho [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] God bless the world, and most people in it It's anybody's game, but nobody's winning Mona lisa smile, that b**** barely grinning Take you off the face of the earth like a blemish We went from boyz to menace, menace to society Now we get higher, call that shit karate Blame it on the money, the money is the bad guy Smoke so much good, I don't even have a bad side Yeah, I got a pussy hangover B****** eat me up like my name is Russell Stover Murder the perception, make em get it right If I'm flirting with affection, I'm fu***** her that night I'm a southern delight, louisiana pride The belly of the beast, it ate me alive Tell them b****** they'll never take me alive Ever since the day that I took a walk outside [Hook - Lil Wayne] I stepped on a flower, foot on the petal Girl was a ho so I sat over better I'm on my way to get it, but Giddy got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I'm like "heyyyy, I like the view from here!" I'm so high I can't see you from here. Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me Man these b****** just looking for a daddy Pussy getting problems, can't live without em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a b****, but I can't buy tomorrow That's why I go hard, ho [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] And we all kiss our mommas, Cuz promises are broken but tomorrow is a promise. Think I'm gettin sick; I'm feelin' illegal And not having money is the root of all evil. Life is a midget, so try to live it up. It's Dr. Carter, b****, I got this shit nipped and tucked. If these walls could talk, they probably won't shut up, I need some wallpaper, before they start to fuss. Yeahhhh, Pick up the phone they call your bluff. Human growth hormone, now my pockets all buff. I don't think about the future, it come soon enough. Motha ****** I don't shoot ya, b****, I shoot her up. I ain't like these n***** , I don't like these n*****. I just roll another joint like ??? n****. And I woke up this morning got the cold out my eyes, And then I took a walk outside and.... [Hook - Lil Wayne] I stepped on a flower, foot on the petal Girl was a ho so I sat over better I'm on my way to get it, but Giddy got shot So I guess I gotta work with the little bit I got Now I'm like "hey, I like the view from here!" I'm so high I can't see you from here. Both eyes on the money, it's looking back at me All these b****** just looking for a daddy Pussy getting problems, can't live without em The weed too loud, turn up the volume Richer than a b****, but I can't buy tomorrow That's why I go hard, ho. |
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| 17. |
| 3:48 |
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[Lil Wayne]
With everything happening today You dont know whether you're coming or going But you think that you're on your way Life lined up on the mirror dont blow it Look at me when I'm talkin to you You looking at me but I'm lookin 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 dont see nobody else I see myself I'm looking at the [Bruno Mars] Mirror on the wall, here we are again Through my rise and fall You've been my only friend You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin' to each other again [Lil Wayne] Oh, I see the truth in your lies I see nobody by your side but I'm with you when you re all alone And you correct me when Im lookin wrong I see that guilt beneath the shame I see your soul through your window pain I see the scars that remain I see you Wayne, Im lookin at the... [Bruno Mars] Mirror on the wall, here we are again Through my rise and fall You've been my only friend You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin' to each other again [Lil Wayne] Lookin at me now I can see my past Damn I look just like my fuckin dad Light it up, that's smokin' mirrors I even look good in the broken mirror I see my momma smile thats a blessin I see the change, I see the message and no message could been any clearer So I'm stared with the man in the [Bruno Mars] Mirror on the wall, here we are again Through my rise and fall You've been my only friend You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin' to each other again Uh Mirror on the wall, here we are again Through my rise and fall You've been my only friend You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin' to each other again (So why are we talkin to each other again) Mirror on the wall. |
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| 2:45 |
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[Verse 1]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher It's all there papa, you ain't even got to measure Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous Well what goes around comes around: propellers Money Over Bitches, M.O.B, goodfellas Cut our ears off, ain't shit you could tell us Write your name on the bullet, that's a fuckin love letter If I ain't a trending topic, I'm a fucking trend-setter [Hook] I'm on two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser [Verse 2] If you're scared, go to church, Mason Betha Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing a leopard The pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican I ain't on that bullshit, shorty fine as fuck though Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain't cut-throat Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain Pay me no mind but I don't have change I cock back and aim at your membrane Broad day, no mask, close range [Hook] You can get two shots from wherever You can get two shots from whoever It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together I should probably do better but probably, whatever [Verse 3] Your bullshit is stinking up the place Me no tick (?) Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base I make her cum so many times, call her "nutcase" It's Young Money baby, take your clothes off Give me them three holes: bowling ball Two shots of whatever Keep them bitches cumming and she gon' do whatever [Hook] I'm on two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably's like never I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser [Outro] Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever |
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