Текст песни Lil Wayne - Night

Blood On Everything
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Lil Wayne
Альбом: Blood On Everything
Длительность: 02:10
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O-o-ok, I got this chrome on this Bugatti I'm strong in this Bugatti Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti Bitch I'm bad, I'm worse I pass the purp', Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk, I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse OK I spazz, I curse You last, I'm first I'm on yo' ass, like dirt Behind that cash, get murked I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga What's the matter? Check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga Shoot the witness, nigga Whole court in the streets And convict this nigga Old dickless nigga Man im runnin' with the blucka Young Money muthafucka You think we won't do our thang.. Well ain't it sunny in the summer? And we coming for the commas And whoever among us And you know Imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous I said T.I hold ya head And Mack hold ya head Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds Until my bloods, cold red Man you know how we play it And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay it I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense Stunt hard on these bitches I ain't promised tomorrow Not when they kicking it with me like no mo' garciaparra Flute rollin' killer plants, like the tool shop of horror And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack yours And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors Walk around like im thirty feet tall Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls In the Porche 911 like emergency calls Man i just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws My flow is like rubbin' two logs Young Moula we the new shit and new draws Now get off my dick, I ain't fucking witcha Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston Red bone do me good, then her friend or sista I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or sister I leave that pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista Young toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe Bullet in your boy memory, now you act like you don't know Eastside who i do it fo', Eagle Street right by the store Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit Holly Grove Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago But Heaven or Hell, I'm hopin' that they be where Imma go Take a nigga gale and make her come give me a private show Still long hair, don't care, like a Navajo I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and search I smash this verse, so I swag and surf No Ceilings Ahah
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