Текст песни Lil Wayne - On My Own (feat. Reel)

Tha Carter
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Lil Wayne
Альбом: Tha Carter
Длительность: 04:28
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This is what they call me [Verse 1] Eagle, Eagle Carter man In a '96 Regal contraband On my way to the east to the laundromat Got to wash that money and get on my ass Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast I got to do something I done blown my last Dollar holler at your boy on the ave In that Jeep pidico is what I'm known to have Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask And make it Halloween and take all your bags I say Holly-holly grove won't you go and stand up And make these motherfuckers understand I say: "Look coach they pitching at me under hand" But I'm a designated hitter I adjust so fast Ya'll men designing women, I'm a woman's man I'm the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and They say they want the drugs to stop But I'm a major set back when my album drop I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot I'm trying to get back door I demand it now Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down 'Fore the neighbors they overhear me tear it down Yeah it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince [Hook - Reel] This is my town, my home This is my crown, my throne This is me on my own Let's get it on [Verse 2] And the hand gun is so included Don't get it confused I want no confusion And keep ya ho I don't want your contusions I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance It's money over bitches that I am going to keep proving It's Weezy F, I got ya momma groovin' Out of all the Hot Boyz she say I'm the coolest I bought my bag of oranges its time to juice it This game is a bitch and I'm trying to seduce it I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid One shot to remind you who is That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle I'm off chronic combined with liquor But niggas'll never see me like Momma Tigger A 80's-baby a fighting nigga I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga I'm something you call pepper like a Viking slick See me over the viking stove I'm whitening bricks Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff I do this you catching my drift Representing with my section on my belly and shit I am the prince [Hook] [Verse 3] So roll the carpet out cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South See you either in or you out and if you out stay in cause them warriors out Those vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out No nigga I never call your house I'm probably somewhere taking Toya out Not answering my phone, man, ignoring ya spouse She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth Hey I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth Give me the name naw better yet point him out Hey, me and the streets got a joint account I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about New Orleans whoa they put the gat in your mouth And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out Few roaches but never had no rats in this house Never tell on one another leave that in the house Always been a small hustler moving my packaging out I ever run into some trouble send them savages out These niggas talking sweet I get them cavities out I got graveyard fliers man I'm passing them out Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince
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