Álbum Tha Carter IV de Lil Wayne - Canciones

Tha Carter IV

2011 |

Sello | Universal Republic Records

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IntroVer letra 2:52

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letra de Intro
Lil' Wayne

Ha ha

Uhh, man fuck them bitches and them hoes

And them niggas pussies, camel toes

I got some money on me and the weed nice

My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light

Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder’s all she wrote

Now it’s fuck everybody like a Scorpio

Still running shit, I’m on my cardio

Boy I’m going in, like my water broke

Suicide note, suicide doors

I put in overtime, like a tied score

Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours

And the weed loud, like a lion’s roar

Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever

Hear no evil, see no evil, Helen Keller

No music on, rock it a-capella

And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never

Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit

A nigga countin’ money, you niggas counterfeit

Real nigga, nigga, proud of what I am

Young money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam

Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune

I left the bullshit, in the waiting room

Straight to the money, no short cuts

Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus

We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups and bitch I be so high, I get starstruck

Millz in this bitch he said fuck them hoes

And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes

And I keep some bud like Rudy Huxtable

I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga, Dusty Rhodes

I’m from Eagle street, I go Hercules

I get on the beat, murder 1st degree

YMCMB, we don’t give a fuck

You faker than some titties, you get tittie fucked

This the best-worst feeling and nigga if I die I die a death worth living

This that textbook G shit

I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been seasick

(Yeah)

Knock me I knock ya face off, life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones

Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone

Ha

C4, Mr. Carter’s home!
Composición: Jermaine Preyan, William Hodge
Blunt BlowinVer letra 5:13

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letra de Blunt Blowin
Yeah
Put my shades on
Uh, I live it up in these like my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ugh, 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, well 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 never mind
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong, haha
Hello Weezy, welcome home
Yeah and Imma
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you're goin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga Imma
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I-I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, don't matter I got more and
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
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, 'cause 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 yeah
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
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws 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 Imma
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I-I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
Light that Ashton Kusher, I'm a limit pusher
See y'all dead meat, and me I'm 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, 'cause shit I like surprises
Why that, why this, why you on that why shit?
Motherfucker ask me why, I say Y-M
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 puke us
Motherfucker
Blunt blowin'
Polo strings 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
Blunt blowin'
Polo strings showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Yeah I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Said I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong haha
Hello Weezy, welcome home (welcome home)
It's young mula, baby
Young mula, baby (young mula baby)
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home yeah
Composición: Bigram Zayes, Dwayne Carter, Matthew Del Giorno
MegamanVer letra 3:18

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letra de Megaman
[Verse 1:]

Faded off the kush I'm gone

Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home

Looking like my grandmaw, my niggas got that ammo

We jack son then light up that "L", Samuel

Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas

Rats gone rat and snakes gone 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

Yeah you know 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

Woah nigga, die slow nigga, for dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga

Unload nigga, reload nigga, tools on deck, Home Depot nigga

Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger

And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner

Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off

I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball

It's Carter 4!

(I'm going back in man)

(Yeah)

[Verse 2:]

We get fuck y'all money, how you want to play it?

That AK sleep on the side of my bed

That's one eye closed, one eye open

Your cap get peeled like I-B-Profen

I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with

This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick

Young Money man we got this shit by a land slide

Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon

Uptown shit, wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball

Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I'm a tuck her

Tuck her like D. Lawrence, that's my word like, word like the-saurus

I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard

Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord

Fear nobody but God almighty

Shoot that motherfucker till I get arthritis

I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class

I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash

I don't talk it, I live it. I paint a picture vivid

And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet

I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans

Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me

Forget the bullshit and remember me

[Laugh]
Composición: Dwayne Carter, Orville McWhinney
6 Foot 7 FootVer letra 4:09

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letra de 6 Foot 7 Foot
[Chorus]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Ahem 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 fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, we're a fuckin' 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, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
[Chorus]

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 niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, 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 fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these mu'fuckers 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 niggas 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 niggas 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, guess I'm 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 niggas that's tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas 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 bold 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
Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, gonna need a little luck
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 B.X. nigga, ya heard?
Gunna
Composición: Dwayne Carter, Irving Burgie, Peter Pankey Jr., Shondrae Crawford, William AttawayFeaturing: Cory Gunz
Nightmares Of The BottomVer letra 4:41

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letra de Nightmares Of The Bottom
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 the same picture but we all got different poses

Now 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'm a shoot for Par

I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow

And I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrow

Young Money CMR, blood like a scar

Weezy F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"

(Uh)

(Uh)

(Yup, yup, yup, yup)

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

If I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney

If you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turning

I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it, yeah,

Now what we doing with it

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 game 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,

(Uh)

(Yeah)

(Uh)

(And they go yup, yup, yup, yup)

(Uh)

Call me killer 'cause I make a killing

I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon

That's them twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings

And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribbling

I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails

These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell,

But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell.

I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that stinger feel.

Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail

And I fuck up any track; train derail

Know how to roll, never need training wheels

And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills

Uh, all or nothing, or nothing else

I bleed reality, I should cut myself

Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth

And the "F" is for fuck yourself

(Uh)

(Yeah)

And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share

Breathin' this air

And Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her prayers

So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware

And if you wanna trip than I'm a 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

(Uh)
Composición: Ben Vaughn (2), Dwayne Carter, Jermaine Preyan, Maurice Jordan
She WillVer letra 5:06

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letra de She Will
Young Money

[Lil Wayne:]

I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga."

I already know that life is deep but I still dig her

Niggas is jealous but really I could care less

I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet

Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as 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? Well 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, nose-bleed 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 ain't jump yet

But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit

Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

[Drake:]

Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga

And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."

And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second."

I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel

I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal

'cause she bad, so maybe she won't

Uh, but shit then again maybe she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now

She will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now

She will, she will, she will

Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now

She will, she will, she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now

She will, she will, she will

[Lil Wayne:]

Yeah, I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for me."

Haters can't see me, but them bitches still looking for me

And you could 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 'til she cry, call that "wine and dine"

Try to check me and I'mma have 'em checkin' pulses

They say, "Choose wisely," that's why I was chosen

Rocking like asphalt, it's the cash fault

Looked in the face of death and took its mask off

Now I like my house big and my grass soft

I like my girl face South and her ass North

But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit

Now hop up on that dick and do a full split!

[Drake:]

Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga

And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."

And I say I ain't doubt you for a second

I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel

I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal

'cause she bad, so maybe she won't

Uh, but shit then again maybe she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now

She will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now

She will, she will, she will

Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now

She will, she will, she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now

She will, she will, she will

(Ladies and gentlemen, Drizzy…)

[Drake:]

Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga

And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."

And I say I ain't doubt you for a second

I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I'm get to it)

I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal

(Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising)

'cause she bad, so maybe she won't

Uh, but shit then again maybe she will

Carter 4 Tunechi

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now

She will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now

She will, she will, she will

Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now

She will, she will, she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now

She will, she will, she will

I think I love her
Composición: Aubrey Graham, Dwayne Carter, Tyler WilliamsFeaturing: Drake
How To HateVer letra 4:39

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letra de How To Hate
She owes me everything and she knows it
I've seen all of the scenes in this movie,
And she blows it at the end
She keeps talking to me,
'Cause 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 with fuck 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
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
And I don't love them hoes
Don't fuck up with Wayne 'cause when it "Wayne's" 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
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
Coke in the 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
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 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,
'Cause girl you done taught me
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
Composición: Dwayne Carter, Faheem Najm, Tramaine WinfreyFeaturing: T-Pain
InterludeVer letra 2:01

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letra de Interlude
[Tech N9ne:]

Heart’s what it is

Watch what the kid drops, I’ma get the prop if you’re not wit’ the biz

Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib

So hatin’ motherfuckers, you better stop with the jibs

All for the dibs, but I’m boss

It’s don’t matter what the cost when I live right across from the Wiz

Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mids

Doin’ nothin’ but mothers stackin’ pussy coffin again

What is happenin’ is a merger, different levels of murder

Lil Weezy cook it and I’ma serve her

Further, guess what I’ma go do wit’ this women when we’re eatin’ Gerber?

Mama said to kill ‘em all, and I heard her

Thank you, baby, for what became Lil Wayne

It’s good that all the people know when Strange in the game

I been really able to hang in the fame

But when he shot at my nig was when it changed in my lane

I’m accustomed, fucking lovin’ nothin’ but to get your brain

And I be stuck in lust and quick to bust a nut and take a nigga’s dame wit’ no shame

When they be bussin’ ‘nough, they thinkin’ they thuggin’ tough

But never do knuckle up, you in the game, you bang

You druggin’, touchin’ everything, you lame?

Sucka, you cannot sustain the rain

Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this

Balla nigga, Strange Music, coupe through swishas

I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is

Well, you listenin’ to Tecca Nina, soo woo bidness

[Andre 3000:]

Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black

I tell a nigga all those flows are borrowed, it’s the phar-oh, Three Stacks

I woke up in Cai-ro, lookin’ at stars so bright in the sky I thought they were marbles

No car doors, whatcha call those? A whole carload of raw hoes

In a Jeep Defender, please remember, don’t feed the Simba

Three’s a symbol like nobody, he’s a symbol of what’s safari

Pulled her ponytail to my body, she’s the only girl that was smart enough to call me Mr. Benjamin in the middle of a wild party

Skin was cinnamon, I pound it harder, how come the only girls that are thought of

Are the light ones? Well, tonight, then, we gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones

It’s important that you are more than welcome to the Carter IV and

Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head, and I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead

Out
Composición: Aaron D. Yates, Dwayne Carter, Jermaine Preyan, William HodgeFeaturing: Tech N9ne
John 4:47
Composición: Dwayne Carter, Erik Ortiz, Jamal Jones, Kevin Crowe, Rob Holladay, William Roberts (2)Featuring: Rick Ross
AbortionVer letra 3:44

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letra de Abortion
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
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
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
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 Machiavelli
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 dancin' 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
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
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
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
But 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, go on and use a few stairs
I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared yeah
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion damn
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
And 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
I know your name
Composición: Dwayne Carter, Jermaine Preyan, Stephen HackerMúsicos invitados: Steve Lee (21) (Choir), Hal Ritson (Choir), Hal Ritson (Keyboards), Richard Adlam (Choir), Richard Adlam (Keyboards), Guthrie Govan (Guitar), Guthrie Govan (Bass Guitar)
So SpecialVer letra 3:52

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letra de So Special
[Intro (John Legend):]

(So special girl, So special)

(So special girl, So special)

(So special girl, So special)

(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 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)

(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)

(So special girl, So special)

Uh

[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 (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)

(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)

(So special girl, So special)

Uh

[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 she's 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 (John Legend):]

Baby won't you spend the night

Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side

Yeah, Yeah

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 y'all, So special)

(Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya)

(So special girl, So special to Me)
Composición: Andre Lyon, Dwayne Carter, Eddie Montilla, Marcello ValenzanoFeaturing: John LegendMúsicos invitados: Eddie Montilla (Strings), Eddie Montilla (Piano)
How To LoveVer letra 4:00

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letra de How To Love
Turn the music up
A lil' louder, yeah
You had a lot of crooks try'na steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love (how to love)
How to love (how to love)
Mm you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner try'na put it together
How to love (how to love)
How to love (how to love)
Mm for a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love (had a love)
Never had love (had a love)
When you was just a youngin', your looks were so precious
But now your grown up, so fly it's like a blessing
But you, can't have a man look at you for five seconds
Without you being insecure
You never credit yourself so when you got older
It's seems like you came back ten 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 try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love (how to love, how to love)
How to love (how to love, how to love)
Mm see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner try'na put it together
How to love (how to love)
How to love (how to love)
Mm for a second you were here, now you over there
It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love (had a love)
How to love (how to love)
Ooh, 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 strippin'
Baby, so don't be mad, nobody else trippin'
You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook
You see you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love (how to love)
How to love (how to love)
Mm see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner try'na put it together
How to love (how to love)
How to love (how to love)
Ooh, see I just want you to know (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 try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love (how to love)
How to love (how to love)
Mm see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner try'na put it together
How to love (how to love)
How to love (how to love)
Mm, see you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love (how to love)
How to love (how to love)
Yeah, see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner try'na put it together
How to love (how to love)
How to love, mm
Composición: Dwayne Carter, Jermaine Preyan, LaMar Quintin Seymour, LaNelle Quintez Seymour, Marcus Boyd, Noel
President CarterVer letra 4:16

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letra de President Carter
God Bless America

Carter are you prepared to take the constitutional oath?

I am

Would you place your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me?

I

[Hook:]

President Carter, pres-President Carter, President Carter, pres-President Carter.

President Carter, pres-President Carter, President Carter, pres-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 their mama missin'

Niggas ain't satisfied until their mama miss 'em

Uh, I'm a monster, exorcisms

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

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

Haha, I like my short cake shorter

Ain't no mother fucker harder than

[Hook:]

I

President Carter, pres-President Carter, President Carter, pres-President Carter.

President Carter, pres-President Carter, President Carter, pres-President Carter. (uh)

President Carter, pres-President Carter, (uh) President Carter, pres-President Carter. (uh uh uh)

President Carter, pres-President Carter, President Carter, pres-President Carter. (UH)

[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 and tell 'em 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:]

I

President Carter, pres-President Carter, President Carter, pres-President Carter.

President Carter, pres-President Carter, President Carter, pres-President Carter.

President Carter, pres-President Carter, President Carter [Clears throat], pres-President Carter.

President Carter, pres-President Carter, President Carter (yeah), pres-President Carter. (uh)

[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'm a 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

(Eh-Ehm)

[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 (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Thank you, Thank you all

I am president Carter
Composición: Angel Aponte, Dwayne Carter, Marco Rodriguez Diaz
It´s Good 4:02
Composición: Alan Parsons, Andre Lyon, Aubrey Graham, B. Pickens, Dwayne Carter, Eric Woolfson, Jason Phillips, Marcello ValenzanoFeaturing: Drake, Jadakiss
OutroVer letra 3:53

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letra de Outro
Me me i'ts all 'bout me

Play with me and its mad I'll be.

Please not me she said "oh yes me"!

I will kill you, and bury your body.
Composición: Bernard J. Freeman, Jermaine Preyan, Moshe Levi Ben-David, Nasir Jones, Trevor Smith (4), William HodgeFeaturing: Bun B, Busta Rhymes, Nas, Shyne