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Lil Wayne( リル・ウェイン )
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Right Above It
作詞:Dwayne Carter, D.a. Johnson
Who else is really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley G, bro Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh My real friends never hearing from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path but got on different shoes Live in the same building but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls are down the road I hit the strip club and all them bitches find the pole Plus I be sipping so this shit is moving kinda slow Just tell my girl that tell a friend that it's time to go
Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back because I shoot first
Meet me on the fresh train, yes, I'm in the building You just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games Guns turn you boys into pussy, sex change And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James Women are possessive and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane Skinny pants and some Vans もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Call me Triple A, get my Advance in Advance, Amen
As the world spinning, dancing in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand Uh, wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can't see me but never overlook me I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me Yea, and I ain't a killer but don't push me
Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back because I shoot first
How do you say what's never said Beautiful black women, I bet that bitch look better red Limping off tour cause I made more on my second leg Bir-Bir-Birdman JR, 11th Grade
Ball on automatic start I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, now come on be my blood donor Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn, where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at
Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that Bitch nigga, ain't nothing sharper than that President Carter, Young Money Democrat
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