Álbum I Am Not A Human Being II de Lil Wayne - Canciones
I Am Not A Human Being II
2013 | 
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- IanahbVer letra 5:38
Composición: Bryan Williams (2), Eric Lewis, Jermaine Preyan[X]I'm in the crib butt naked bitchletra de Ianahb
She said my dick could be the next black president
Americans hate the I'm American
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints
Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy
Shoot you in ya fuckin' mouth and make you talk to me
Sometimes I need someone to talk to
Cause I Am Not A Human Being... Part Two
Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs
Lettin' all these hoes ride my dick, car pools
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school
Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds
Uh, whatcha man doing?
I pop his muthafuckin' top like a canned good
And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed
And last night I took a transformer
And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron
But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons
Money talks man and mine talk lecture long
P-U-S-S-Y... my second home
I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe
She say "Tunechi you the shit, you need your ass wiped"
I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price"
Then I make her take this dick like advice
She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it
I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint
You're a fake ass nigga
Break pads nigga... wait
You ain't in my weight class nigga
Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror
Runnin' this shit like a faucet... Farrah
Barra... cuda, who the fuck you are?
I can make ya bitch root for me like I grew her
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure
90 billions bitches on my dick like a skewer
That's swag, I'm a True Blood, bitch no fangs
Been went pro, now I'm going propane
Tell the bitch get off me, bitch get off me
I got her over here blowing me like coffee
Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated
And I get head while it's decapitated
Think it's a game nigga come play
I'm with my killer bees, fuck bug spray
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta, I personally know strangers
It's so strange but this girl named Dana, like to go anal
Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer
Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm
I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm
I rather ring ya fuckin' neck before I ring the alarm
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone
Wit 'em, I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair
Fuck with me, ya ass is grass... get a lawn chair
I was fucking before my dick started growin' hair
Bitches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air
Man, nuts and bananas
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble
No rubber... I just fucked this piano
Nigga - CurtainsVer letra 4:31
Composición: Bryan Williams (2), Jermaine Preyan, Noel , Rasool Diaz, Sabrian SledgeFeaturing: Boo (2)Músicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant])[X]I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous, no noletra de Curtains
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't workin'
Just want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion
Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free
That's why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like fuck it, I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green
Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys
She say she love me, that's the molly talking
She about to blow me, like a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch
I'm an original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
And this pistol came with a silence
But I swear to God he heard it!
Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervous
Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous
Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby
On that Patron, I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirting
You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking, lets get to it
Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ya - Days And DaysVer letra 3:13
Composición: Andre Lyon, Bryan Williams (2), Jermaine Preyan, Marcello Valenzano, Tauheed EppsFeaturing: 2 ChainzMúsicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant]), Colin Fichman (Recorded By [Recording Assistant])[X]You leave your home for days and daysletra de Days And Days
Yeah
Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers
Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers
Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeno
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket
Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip
You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter
I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble
And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat
I go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho
Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow
I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big headed my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's lookin'
My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains
Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy Canes
Lil Tunechi
Yeah, 2 Chainz
I might book me for a show
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough
That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures
I like math, all I did was add bitches
Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours
It's not doggy style, I call it froggystyle
You dog her out, I tell her, hop in
2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN
And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again
Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me
Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols
Last name Fuck, first name I Don't Give A
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver
So when I start dippin' you know the procedure
You leave your home for days and days
All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks
I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink
I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat
And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat
I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious
I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss I'ma need some more S's
Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch
That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch
I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch
Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick
'Cause I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered
These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples
I pop a nigga like a 'sicle, drop a nigga like a missile
Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fit you
Tunechi
You leave your home for days and days - GunwalkVer letra 4:31
Composición: Bryan Williams (2), Carl Lilly, Jermaine Preyan, Jordan Houston, Mike Foster (2)Featuring: Gudda GuddaMúsicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant])[X]I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun lawletra de Gunwalk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga
Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga
Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga
Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga
I walk around with this shotgun
And this bitch bigger than me nigga
Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth
Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga
Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga
I smell summer's eve nigga
We shoot first, it's better
To give than receive nigga
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk
Keep that ho shit over there
And we don't shoot in the air
I can't fuck with these niggas
Man these niggas gummy bears
Hair trigger on the gun
I pull that muthafucka hair
It's like man you can't trust nobody
I don't even have a trust fund
Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga
Don't duck, nigga, cause I duck hunt
Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me
That chopper with me, obviously
I'mma empty this muthafucka
That's fifty shots, approximately
Now fuck with me, get fucked over
Emergency room, rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded, yours sober
I pull yo cord like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn
I send you back to the drawin' board
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk (no talk back)
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk (when I cock back)
Walkin' round this muhfukka limpin'
'Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's
On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes
Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness
Uh, Real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups
Lame rappers that talk much get a broke jaw, star struck
I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga
Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer
I'm still that same nigga, East side I rep that
Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk
Gudda!
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And its no talkin' back when it go off (You speechless)
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
(When I cock back!)
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk - No WorriesVer letra 3:41
Composición: Bryan Williams (2), Jermaine Preyan, Noel , Rasool DiazFeaturing: Detail (2)Músicos invitados: Alexander Dilliplane (Mixed By [Mix Assistant]), Fareed Salamah (Recorded By), Sean Buchanan (Recorded By [Recording Assistant])[X][Hook: Detail]letra de No Worries
You can look me in my face (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain’t got no worries) [x3]
You see money right there, yeah that’s Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that’s Mack Maine right there, and we ain’t got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain’t got no worries
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this bitch, e’rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I sent them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It’s ok if you turn up just don’t turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I’m smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don’t get dissed, you get disfigured
She said sorry I didn’t shave so that pussy is a little furry
I put that pussy in my face I ain’t got no worries
Tunechi
[Hook: Detail]
[Verse 2: Lil Wanye]
We ain’t got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain’t got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry
She say why you asking questions I say bitch you trynna be funny
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that donkey kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bars
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m out here, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit would be a long story
[Hook: Detail] - Back To YouVer letra 5:29
Composición: Christian , Fabian MarasciulloMúsicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant])[X][Chorus]letra de Back To You
Now I know the only compass that I need
Oh is the one, that leads back to you
Now I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi
But that's neither here nor there
She been contemplating short hair
She said she tryna be different
But she just like the rest of these bitches
But that's neither here nor there
And my dick is her chair
It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software
Got so many hoes, I'm ho'in, but she the only one worth knowin'
And yeah I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in
I ain't trippin', but she be trippin'
They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffin'
Look girl, just gimmie that brain, and I'll return the favor
Them hoes say I'mma dog, but how come I don't chase 'em
I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up
I just wanted some time, she say "okay I'm ya honor"
But she been wantin' to break up, since dolce and gabbana
All that ass I just be like come sit yo groceries on my counter
I drink tea, she drink wine, call it tijuana
I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma
Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9
The weed in funky, but I'm smelling fine
Tunechi.
[Chorus]
I got that shit in my system
Somebody gon' be my victim
Eh, so where you at wit it
'Cause I can't do it by myself, I need an assistant
I got that good good, that get right
That early morning, that midnight
I beat it up, like a fist fight
One, two, three, four, five, six nights
That dick all in yo' windpipe
Some of her friends I dislike
Some of yo friends, they alright
Sometimes I think y'all all dykes
But fuck all that, I'm on one
Don't wanna be with the wrong one
That cold head, that warm tongue
My third leg run marathons
I feel you like I'm blind girl
Can't you see, it's meant to be
So come to me, then come for me
My game cold, one degree
I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cuz misery loves company
One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee
I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps
No redlights, no stop lights, just get to Lil' Tunechi
[Chorus]
Should I call somebody else?
'Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself
Girl you know it need some help, it'll make a nigga's day
If you said you on your way, yeah
Should I call somebody else?
'Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself
Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day
I just hope you know the way
And she said
[Chorus] - Trigger Finger Itchin 4:32
Composición: Bryan Williams (2), DeAndre Way, Jermaine Preyan, Jordan Houston, Mike Foster (2)Featuring: Soulja BoyMúsicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant]) - Beat The ShitVer letra 4:28
Composición: Bigram Zayes, Matthew Del Giorno, Richard MoralesFeaturing: GunplayMúsicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant])[X][Hook]letra de Beat The Shit
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga
Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
[Verse 1: Gunplay]
I'm a knuckle-throwin' knucklehead
What that motherfucker said?
Bring that ruckus up in here
Throwin' bottles, chuckin' chairs
Got the pretty models duckin', breakin' heels and chippin' nails
Turn around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo
Comin' up with Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new
Smelling Gin and jungle juice, and I got that lumber too
And I brought a fuckin' zoo, tear this shit up and chuck a deuce
This triple C, they Triple L, lames love to lose
A hundred million in my horoscope, 'bout to show you a horror show
Boot you fuckin' head off your collar bone
Them niggas [?] bums flinchin' at the sight of arms
Pussy niggas ain't eatin', but we fry the farm
Beat a nigga down 'til he left without a vital sign
[Hook]
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga
Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I run off in your fuckin' shit, damn, now I got shit stains
All these fuckin' tattoos, and I ain't got one bitch name
Got a pocket full of ass-whoopings, I'm givin' 'em out like nicknames
What's up with your fist game?
You'll catch a hook - fish hang
Watch me cock the Nina, call that rough sex
Knock your head off, you just a rough neck
And if I'm shootin' at ya, nigga, all net
Ain't no world peace, just Ron Artest
Dick-in-the-booty-ass nigga
Die-quicker-than-move-your-ass nigga
Extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie-ass nigga
Get beat like a drum, music class, nigga
Life is a gamble, dyin' is your best bet
Got a scope on the pistol, give your ass fresh breath
Give my fist a kiss, nigga
[Hook]
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga
Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas talkin' shit
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
What's really good, nigga? I'm feelin' good, nigga
Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes
A pussy-ass nigga always kill a good nigga
I'm high as Heaven, I'll pop the reverend and stop the wedding
Got more money than memories in the bank, don't forget it
Clean 'em up my team is up, I'm high as Scotty, beam me up
They say we all gotta pay the price
Fuck it, man - ring me up
Fuckin' right I skate, ho - pussy is my scapegoat
And all these pussy-ass niggas that's hatin', kiss my ass, besos
I'm a genius, take notes - I'll split your egg to the egg yolk
I'll be dead before I be dead broke
Still burn money, my bread toast
Fuck it, if you got it, spend it, nigga
But just keep your two pennies, nigga
Start shit and I'll end it, nigga
Don't open your mouth, I'm a dentist, nigga
Lil' Tunechi... give my fist a kiss, nigga...
[Outro]
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
I'll bring it to your chest, make you king me like Kong, my nigga
What you drink in this bitch?
I'll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, nigga - Rich As FuckVer letra 3:43
Composición: Nikhil Seetharam, Tauheed Epps, Tyler WilliamsFeaturing: 2 ChainzMúsicos invitados: Stephen M. McDowell (Mixed By [Mix Assistant])[X][Verse 1 — Lil Wayne:]letra de Rich As Fuck
AK on my night stand, right next to that bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets getting too fat, no weight watchers no lipo
Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tight rope
And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold
Nigga you get beat the crap out but that's just how the dice roll
These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that dick and stay on, all night like porch lights
Lets do it, fuck talking, we out here we balling
And I'm spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD40
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but fucks
Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's fucked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever
These bitches think they're too fly well tell em hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit fuck Gucci
She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz.
[Hook]
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck (bitch)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (ho ass)
All my niggas look rich as fuck
[Verse 2 — Lil Wayne:]
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig Latin
I turn the penny to a motherfucking Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches that be hating I ain't got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurances
Ho, whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah, Murder 187
I be killing them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codeine
Call me Mr Sandman, I'm selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass TV screen
I keep a bad bitch call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her
And put that bitch out like a house fire
I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can't trust none of these niggas
Can't trust none of these hoes
I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd
Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy
Nigga try me, that a dead ass pussy
Since yall motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don't care who's looking
All I know is I love my bitch
That pussy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovel in dirt
R.I.P.: rest in pussy
Light that shit then pass that shit
We gon' get so smoked out
And then I went got locked up
Every night I dreamt I broke out
One Time for them pussy niggas
That's that shit I don't like
We eating over here nigga
Fuck around and have food fight
And that's 2 Chainz.
[Hook]
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
[Ending]
Ain't yo nigga a ho? - TrippyVer letra 4:23
Composición: Bryan Williams (2), Jermaine Preyan, Jordan Houston, Mike Foster (2)Featuring: Juicy JMúsicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant])[X][Verse 1: Lil Wayne]letra de Trippy
Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wine
Don't fuck up my high nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, weed and ignored, that's a D.W.I nigga
My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing/coffin [?] like I'm getting buried
I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards
I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on
I graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown on
Don't knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice
I'm high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my points
I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
I woke up and got high again, OK, I'm reloaded
[Hook: Juicy J (x4)]
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm high nigga don't blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
I don't know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits
Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My tongue's numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm diverse
Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails
Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussy
Tunechi
[Hook: Juicy J (x4)]
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Musty herb in a zip lock
Twisted up top notch
Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat
Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke
This that Cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna get some becky in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I take a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm gonna smash
They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga
Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes nigga
[Hook: Juicy J (x4)]
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit - Love Me 4:13
Composición: Aubrey Graham, Michael Williams (28), Nayvadius CashFeaturing: Drake, Future (4)Músicos invitados: Stephen M. McDowell (Mixed By [Mix Assistant]), Noah Shebib (Recorded By), Noel Cadastre (Recorded By [Recording Assistant]) - RomanceVer letra 4:20
Composición: Bryan Williams (2), Jermaine Preyan, Noel Músicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant])[X][Hook]letra de Romance
I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah
They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut
And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
We fuck and crash that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
OK
[Verse 1]
Fuck my hand, suck my thumb
Be a lady and buy me lunch
Send me cards, make me read
But don't send me no flowers unless it's weed
Cause I'm that nigga, she said I'm that nigga
She ain't got a man but act like I'm that nigga
She check my phone, what's that about?
Any other ho I would've cursed her ass out
But that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
She kiss my ankle when I twist my ankle
She even did anal when she don't do anal
My bitch, I'm thankful, let's hold hands (Can we?)
Let's slow dance (Shall we?)
And we gon' be like 1, 2... 1, 2
She said I'm the one, girl you the one too
I stand up in that pussy like a sunroof
Yeah
[Hook]
I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah
They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut
[Verse 2]
OK, now give me coochie at my mama's crib
On Thanksgiving everybody's listening
All your home girl's bad and they're our guest
Let 'em all in and I'll play chef
That's romance cause we so real
She said she can not take the pain, if it ain't a pill
She said fuck these hoes, they just mad
We fuck a ho together, that's romance
If you got cups then I got drinks
I take my rubber off and put that money in the bank
I ain't your friend, fuck that shit
Tryna find another me, girl good luck with that shit
Cause
[Hook]
I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on the table, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah
They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut
I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance that's romance
I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
And I don't give a fuck but baby I got to, I got to yeah yeah
They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut
And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
That's romance - God Bless AmerikaVer letra 5:03
Composición: Andre Lyon, Bryan Williams (2), Jermaine Preyan, Marcello ValenzanoMúsicos invitados: Dave Cabrera (2) (Guitar), Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant]), Daniel Arrondo (Recorded By [Recording Assistant]), Patrick Joint (Recorded By [Recording Assistant])[X]Uh, my mind’s filled with mine fieldsletra de God Bless Amerika
The ashes fall, the wine spills
The world stops, drops and rolls
It’s Judgment Day or a fire drill
Yea, I pour out my heart, have a drink
They say the drunk never lie, they ain’t never lyin yea
My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of kill 'em all and let em die
God bless Amerika
This so godless Amerika
Heard tomorrow ain’t promised today
The end of time is like a hour away
Damn, military minded, lost and can’t find it
The stars on the flag are never shining
Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
'Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword
Heard police was looking for me, I’mma hide by abroad
Shootin stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I’m wired off a socket, but still shockin
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
If there’s food for thought then I’m guilty of greed
Mama said take what you want, I took heed yea
My little breed, yea
Back to life, back to reality
Been eating my girl and she’s so sweet, got cavities
Granted we do it for vanity not humanity
But what’s appealing to me is under banana trees, love
I go so hard, I tried to pay homage but I was overcharged
Ain’t that a bitch?
I’m just a nut tryna bust a nut in the nut shell
Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail
Same shit, different air freshner
I don’t play boy, I ain’t Hugh Hefner
Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind
Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind
I be in the cloud, cloud number 9
And I just fucked the clock and let it come to time
It’s a cold world, I put on a mink
There’s a chain of commands, I’m the missing link
God bless Amerika
This so godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain’t promised today
And I’m smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet
Here we live by the sword and die by the sword
The police is looking for me, I’mma hide by abroad
Shootin' stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I’m wired off a socket, but still shockin'
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today? - Wowzerz 3:45
Composición: DeAndre Way, Katrina TaylorFeaturing: TrinaMúsicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant]) - HelloVer letra 4:03
Composición: Michael Cadahia, Shane HeylFeaturing: Shane HeylMúsicos invitados: Sam Bohl (Mixed By [Mix Assistant])[X]Cut the fuckin’ music upletra de Hello
(YMCMB) (GTWYC)
Yeah (It’s about that time)
(I thought you knew?)
Uh, yeah (Gold mouth gumbo)
Uh (Brain stretched out)
Yeah
Bitch (Shake junt)
Bitch (Shake junt)
Bitch (Shake junt)
Yeah, chicken bone Nowison
Nowison
Death wish, bitch
California house in the hills
Big windows no blinds
Can't sleep past 9
We pass weed like time over here
Money over fear
Her lipstick smeared
Her pussy lip pierced
Daddy gotta go
After daddy get his
See ya later alligator
Crying crocodile tears
Don't worry I'll be back
If her pussy like crack
She got a nice rack
And that apple bottom, bite that Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that pussy
But I don't go to the funeral
'Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn
Boning her back when I'm in the air
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call
I said hello, hello
She said oh shit
I ain't mean to call you
Anyway, what you doing
I said nothing
She said I know what you should be doing
And could be doing
Open up your legs
Walk me through it
Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please
I fell on my head
And she fell on her knees
What you know about that
I fell on my head
And she fell on her knees
What you know about that?
Skate, smoke, fuck, yeah
California house in the hills
Big windows no blinds
Can't sleep past 9
We pass weed like time over here
Money over fear
Her lipstick smeared
Her pussy lip pierced
Daddy gotta go
After daddy get his
See ya later alligator
Crying crocodile tears
Don't worry I'll be back
If her pussy like crack
She got a nice rack
And that apple bottom, bite that Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that pussy
But I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse, pony, unicorn
She put her lips around the motherfuckin' hookah bong
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call
I said hello
She said oh shit
I ain't mean to call you
But anyway, what you doing
I said nothing
She said I know what you should be doing
And could be doing
Open up your legs
Walk me through it
Ain't too proud to beg, psh nigga please
I fell on my head
And she fell on her knees
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
I be on my head
And she be on her knees
What you know about that?
Bitch, bitch, uh
Skate (Shake junt)
Smoke (Shake junt)
Fuck (Shake junt)
Yeah
hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
Gum mouth gumbo's here to save ya
"S" on my chest, like a Super-Man vest
Shake junt! Oh say it again
Shake junt! Get buck my friends!
Wondering, dreaming, constantly thinking
Tik-tok, skello, tik-tok skello! Time's wasting
Had a chance, now look at the mess
Evil thoughts they run in my head
Get there, while you can
I say get there while you can
No you can't, yes I can
Pushin' fast at 50 milli got me screamin' faster!
Green and yellow do it again
Let it go, back it up
Boom! Boom! Bring it up, titties & milk!
Squirt, squirt
Till it don't, miss miss
Don't forget, miss miss, don't forget miss miss
Don't forget
Chicken bone Nowison
Chicken bone Nowison
Chicken bone Nowison
Is anybody out there!?
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