Artist : BIRDMAN
Album : Bigga Than Life
YMCMB
I’m so twisted
Mack!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
[Verse 1: Mack Maine]
Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I’m ‘bout it
These niggas sweet, bunch of fuckin’ brownies
Fuck you talking ‘bout, bitch I’m a G like a thousand
I’m on my one-two, and bitch I’m still counting
You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns so black, make me bring the nigga out them
You don’t want that, homie [?]
Finger fuck Nina, she horny
You won’t see tomorrow morning
Nigga, we so fucking cold
Young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose
Nigga, I’m so Hollygrove, fuck-fuck them other niggas
And if the guns drawn, I paint a fucking picture
Nigga, you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong
Nigga, you know where I’m going, bitch I’m going, going, gone!
Nigga, holla at your boy, I-I don’t give a fuck
Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you niggas up
Mack!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Just a third world gangsta, been filthy, tie ranker
Hustler, shot caller, kill ‘em all, keep banking
Big mansions on the island
Popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause we’re winning
Five star, money, power!
Hunting while we stunning bitch, trigger man, hood rich
Built on some silenced shit, bad bitch, born rich
Chandelier shit, marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine, hit you sittin’, paint that bitch
Out-out-out the Bentley with ‘em doves, stashes for the plug
Green and red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
Bouncing on the shine, we the niggas running shit
Blood the blood line, pearl-white black tents
Head light, red light, spent them at the green light
Flash light, fast life, hit ‘em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice
Point blank aim nigga, give a fuck about the price
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I’m from New Orleans
Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove
That bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded
The grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow I ain’t with arguing, hah
Leave a nigga leaking
If you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’
Got a buncha bitches tweaking
To tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy
I’m on her walls like graffiti
You’s dead pita bread, you’re a fed ass nigga
I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
Fucking with Lil Tunechi get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash nigga
And it’s... party time excellent Wayne’s world
Party time excellent Wayne’s world
Tonight I’m probably fucking another nigga’s girl
Party time excellent Wayne’s world
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
(Yeah)
Album : Bigga Than Life
YMCMB
I’m so twisted
Mack!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
[Verse 1: Mack Maine]
Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I’m ‘bout it
These niggas sweet, bunch of fuckin’ brownies
Fuck you talking ‘bout, bitch I’m a G like a thousand
I’m on my one-two, and bitch I’m still counting
You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns so black, make me bring the nigga out them
You don’t want that, homie [?]
Finger fuck Nina, she horny
You won’t see tomorrow morning
Nigga, we so fucking cold
Young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose
Nigga, I’m so Hollygrove, fuck-fuck them other niggas
And if the guns drawn, I paint a fucking picture
Nigga, you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong
Nigga, you know where I’m going, bitch I’m going, going, gone!
Nigga, holla at your boy, I-I don’t give a fuck
Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you niggas up
Mack!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Just a third world gangsta, been filthy, tie ranker
Hustler, shot caller, kill ‘em all, keep banking
Big mansions on the island
Popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause we’re winning
Five star, money, power!
Hunting while we stunning bitch, trigger man, hood rich
Built on some silenced shit, bad bitch, born rich
Chandelier shit, marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine, hit you sittin’, paint that bitch
Out-out-out the Bentley with ‘em doves, stashes for the plug
Green and red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
Bouncing on the shine, we the niggas running shit
Blood the blood line, pearl-white black tents
Head light, red light, spent them at the green light
Flash light, fast life, hit ‘em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice
Point blank aim nigga, give a fuck about the price
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I’m from New Orleans
Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove
That bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded
The grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow I ain’t with arguing, hah
Leave a nigga leaking
If you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’
Got a buncha bitches tweaking
To tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy
I’m on her walls like graffiti
You’s dead pita bread, you’re a fed ass nigga
I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
Fucking with Lil Tunechi get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash nigga
And it’s... party time excellent Wayne’s world
Party time excellent Wayne’s world
Tonight I’m probably fucking another nigga’s girl
Party time excellent Wayne’s world
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
That bitch go “pu”, that bitch go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go “pu”
Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
(Yeah)
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