My Weezy Lyrics
by Lil' Wayne
Young Money All Stars on the way!
Put the party in the bag now hand it over.
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
See I ain't know you were gunna do this sht.
Ight, Now you mtherfckers happy huh?
That's what y'all you been wantin' huh?
Go ahead Drama do it.
See I don't wanna be the Mixtape king no more,
More like the Mixtape President,
It was definitely time for change,
I mean the game been dry
So, I figured we going for re-election
So, Me and Wayne gon' keep runnin'
So y'all niggas can fly
Its a Big-E-big
And Imma cook this btch like piggy meat.. yeah hehe..
You can get pork chopped
you money btch let the champhagne cork pop!
I will bat your man
I'll go tell the sharks stop..
Ok btch you do the wop
Well btch I do the guap
Okay man you do the drop
Man I do the yacht
You pull up in parking lots
I pull up at the dock like yeah
macaroni greens and homhocks
I am not on your planet like Dr. Spok
Rock to my own tune
my stomach hurts my sht is dropping real soon
Kill whom and whoever for whatever
That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters
Now you spell it
I say Young Money bitch forever,
And we better than all these mthafckas up in this era
Know'm talkin bout?
I tell my niggas pick the target out,
And then I quickly pick the target off
Like volleyball, I'm a serve em,
And being fake is pussy so nigga, I'm a virgin
Dr. Carter, Tell them bitches I'm a surgeon
Cleaner than some brand new detergent
Ya heard me?
And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie
Tell em get on (Birdman Jr.'s Birdy)
I love the skin that I'm in
Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M.
Got a couple girls crackin'
Let the party begin
I heard you call your self a baller when the cameras on
If it ain't trickin' cuz you got it
What you trippin' on?
See, I'm a spoiled chick
You frontin' niggas hatin' me up with
But my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches
Rockin on the scene
And yeah, I hit my duggy
I D-Town boogy
Now the girls really love me
V.I.C. to Vic
Yeah, They both got silly
Lil Twist, I get silly
I'm the king of the city
Young Money, Young Mullah
Yeah, The kid in this thang
Grown men in this game
Can't compete with me mayne
When I pull up in that candy red
(54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil Wayne)
I'm a beast
I'm a dog
Yeah, Yeah I rap harder
Mic in my hand
I run like Marion Barber
You haters on the sidelines
And I be a starter
Going Bad on you kids like I'm Reginae Carter
That's my little sister if you boys didn't know
That's Weezy's daughter
(So don't mess with her bro!)
Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of cars
Young Money, D-town's All Star
Every milla fish Friday
Like the white guy from Verizon
So its only right you meet the fugitive
I was too nicer
Than them no liscence,
You gets no high-fivin'
Nigga, Roll the damn dices
My word play touchés from the colour great
My kick game so unreal
They say them colours must be fake
Never been made
MTV, I make
Quake your very eyesight
My fame's no mistake
Since the deal
Steak dinner everyday
For the movie
My life is like a Compton Play
You can see it
Nearly breathe it
From a couple feet away
But stay away
Cuz I don't
With them tag-along
Get on a song
I'm off the hook like cordless phones
My identity so right
They think its wrong
G.E.D. Young Money
Finish strong, so I'm a keep goin'
My ligaments covered in green like general symbols on my face
Like my skin was leather made
You ain't never seen
Like a nun booty
None before me
Its only boys
I do it for the hatin' homies
Shout to Hollygrove
Shout to the A-town
Shout to Harlem
(Thanks to gucci for these lyrics)
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