Mute – Lil Wayne (Testo)
Testo Mute Lil Wayne Ecco il Testo Mute Lil Wayne, la nuova canzone di Lil Wayne. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Turn the music up Uh, uh She say: But why you got so many (many, uh) I say: Ooh, do I smell envy? (Envy) She say: But why you be so friendly? (Friendly) Then she say: Gimme, gimme, gimme Hoe, shut the fuck up, uh I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, yes, lord I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute Hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (uh) Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute But I ain't got time, to go back and forth with no bitch What a tangled web we weave, I got arachnophobia bitch I told her: Stop tripping, she kept tripping Same reason I've left women That's some real shit, bitch don't step in it (message, alright) That's an ass, no questions asked Keep talking, we'll never last Some of these hoes want a wedding band Some hoes cool with leather bag Pop it off, do something for it Open your mind, I got something for it Talk is cheep, talk is cheep And guess what, I can afford it, goddamn And it ain't trickin if you got it, yeah Bae if I got it, then you got it, yeah Bae if I got it, then you got it (sean don, G.O.O.D.) Sellin' all this shit I ain't, you know you got it (I just stopped caring, okay?) You know you got it (look) Bitch, you better cooperate I got no patience, but I'm dr. Paid So you better get the hell out my face Talking loud like I really give a fuck what you got to say You acting high off a line like dr. J Respect me like dr. King Check looking like a doctor bill, I made a mill I'm working on another m now like dr. Dre Attention to the damn dollar, that's add (oh God) I never take away, only a-d-d And I'm making power moves like- umm Back, forward, right punch, kick, a-b-b (hadouken) A couple of my homies weren't too good at school Man, they really couldn't crack that act But they could damn sure crack that adt It ain't safe in your crib, where the safe in your crib? She wine fine but I'm sean don Double og, like sean conn Me and cash money records taking over for the nine-nine If I ain't top ten, stop lying I spit the verse of the year, like nine times And I won't let the fuck up And I'm finna write a novel, called: Shut the fuck up Bitch, quit playing Wayne I got you She say: But why you got so many (that's my own business) I say: Ooh, do I smell envy? (Stop hatin', man) She say: But why you be so friendly? (Bitch, mind yo business) Then she say: Gimme, gimme, gimme Hoe, shut the fuck up, uh I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, yes, lord I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute (fuck wit' em) (And I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would) Hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (huh, money) Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (do the money dance) Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (do the money dance) I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute (money dance, yeah)
Hittas – Lil Wayne (Testo)
Testo Hittas Lil Wayne Ecco il Testo Hittas Lil Wayne, la nuova canzone di Lil Wayne. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Is it true you performed With Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at this Bad ass bitch birthday party recently, she's crazy stupid thick Mack in here Pooh in here Scoob in here with me Tell them h- get they mind right Tell them n- back up Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups? Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up Tell 'em get they iron right before Iron-Man come Tell 'em bring my car around Tell 'em b- lap up I'ma cut this music down Tell 'em put they apps up Tell 'em throw they pride out Roll the windows back up Money in the air, who say white men can't jump? Catch that n- late night on the phone at a gas pump Let me get the phone and the car once it's gassed up AK-47 make a sittin' duck stand up I could let it blast, but I much rather have one Tell 'em bring my car around Tell 'em b- lap up Then them h- get passed down Then them h- get passed up Sittin' on this money to me feel like a cactus I'm stickin' to this sh- You woulda better not hop yo' a- up Tell 'em, I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie) I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie) I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie) I got hittas woadie Yeah, I got plenty woadie And they just wait for the word This sh- like Wheel of Fortune Damn, these snitches nosy Damn, these snitches nosy N-, I'm a ass with that semi Call me semicolon Yeah, I got hittas woadie Yeah, I got plenty woadie They kick the door and kill yo' a- and leave the children snoring I'm sippin' lean out a glass Make me feel important I made some green in the past and now it's good as golden Yeah Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one I got hittas, woadie I got, yeah, I got plenty, woadie (plenty woadie) I got hittas, woadie (hittas woadie) I got, yeah, I got plenty woadie I'm so lifted, I'm so lifted I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (in hieroglyphics) (Weezy, where you been? The people miss you) Crickets I got hittas and they not kidders That's my n- You got n- but they not hittas They got jitters, they get hit up I'm placin' figures on your n- Takin' bidders, yo' bae, yo' n- Don't make a difference I got shooters, on pharmaceuticals They armed and brutal Armed intruders, 'cause we don't doodle We draw conclusions I got sprayers, all type of sprayers We gon' need Google I got paper, on top of paper We gon' need rulers I'm effective, been doin' numbers since Roman numerals Strong as sumo, we armed as usual My hittas hungry, Charleston Chew you Bazookas chew you, just like Bazookas Don't confuse 'em We only hittas, y'all only humans Don't get hit up, woadie 'Cause I got hittas woadie He's a very smart child And I just said he was a genius, you know what I'm sayin'? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one You know, he did He's so smart, I can't teach him nothin' He's done been here before
B.B. King Freestyle – Lil Wayne (Testo)
Testo B.B. King Freestyle Lil Wayne Ecco il Testo B.B. King Freestyle Lil Wayne, la nuova canzone di Lil Wayne. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Ayy, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three Michelin I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin' Know that I need discipline I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin' Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es But we are not equivalent, dawg I been an only child, don't need siblings And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay Man, if you saw what I flew here, you'd be like "He's sickenin'" If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it Classics I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin' Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish The way that it stays doublin' I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments Whatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin' Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin' Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin' When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus'n it So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up I'ma make you bounce out this hoe like Big Freedia Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two liter First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater Before that, I got the bedroom hot with a space heater On top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's real But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her That's the only way I know how to express love My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove All them jokes about Aubrey they got me messed up, for real I come with a lot of complications inside me It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me Mhm, mhm Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin' Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana Tommy gun on the counter I call it Mr. Thomas That'll keep niggas honest I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages Decimal point money, these numbers too steep for commas I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond 'em Got a two-seater problem Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out 'em Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind 'em I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers I keep it too G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose She especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose Perfect, I'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical person Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses All I gotta be is all that I can possibly She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies You fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry 'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your lima bean at your mama feet I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours I'ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda Accords Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth Holla at your boy
Bacpack – Lil Wayne (Testo)
Testo Bacpack Lil Wayne Ecco il Testo Bacpack Lil Wayne, la nuova canzone di Lil Wayne. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. You said, "I come in peace," so I took you home I gave you food and I gave you clothes I taught you how to move your feet when the rhythm's on Still you wanna leave cause you feel alone You don't know what they're like if they know that you're alive They're gonna try to take away the secrets of your planet's life I know you must be upset, you lost your family in a wreck But you gotta listen (listen, listen) Don't try to find your spaceship They might be out there waiting Stay in my backpack forever Stay in my backpack forever You know I gotta find my spaceship My planet's outside there waiting I can't stay in your backpack forever Stay in your backpack, backpack, backpack Before you came around I was in a rut Didn't have a friend, didn't know what it was You taught me how to dream and how to love You're my best friend, please listen to me You don't know what they're like if they know that you're alive They're gonna try to take away the secrets of your planet's life I know you must be upset, you lost your family in a wreck But you gotta listen (listen, listen) Don't try to find your spaceship They might be out there waiting Stay in my backpack forever Stay in my backpack forever You know I gotta find my spaceship My planet's outside there waiting I can't stay in your backpack forever Stay in your backpack, backpack, backpack Uh, greetings, I fell from the sky I'm from a different world, I use Lil Wayne as a disguise And my flying saucer crashed, I'm the only one that survived I've only taken over this planet since I've arrived I'm in the backpack, I'm ducking Men In Black Yeah, I'm an alien, my swag is outta this world Different galaxy, they try to capture me When I die they gon' name this planet after me Wayne's world (Wayne's world, Wayne's world) Don't try to find your spaceship They might be out there waiting Stay in my backpack forever Stay in my backpack forever You know I gotta find my spaceship My planet's outside there waiting I can't stay in your backpack forever Stay in your backpack, backpack, backpack In our planet we don't kill one another We don't take love for granted, it's a gift from the mother land, In your planet you are filled with greed and false belief We came here to bring you peace
Just Chill – Lil Wayne (Testo)
Testo Just Chill Lil Wayne Ecco il Testo Just Chill Lil Wayne, la nuova canzone di Lil Wayne. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. [Lil Wayne] [?] got a haircut Mu in this bitch, Scoob in this bitch with me [Lil Wayne] So much shit on my mind, I just hope I don't smell like it The motherfuckers pointing fingers Be the same ones that have nail bitin' Real niggas, still real niggas, you new niggas, just lil' niggas When ya shit fall, don't be surprised Acting like you didn't hear timber I'm caffeinated, I'm half-sedated I started from the bottom, I gravitated I'm validated, I'm a trigger happy nigga And it's sad to say it, but I had to say it I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once With all of my thank yous added up I still can't thank Birdman enough, I woke up in a new Tyra Banks I've been gettin' money since Shabba Ranks The car I'm in brand spankin' new, it just got spanked Real niggas say rest in peace to DJ Screw Rest in peace to Pimp C too Fuck your bulletproof vest (blat) I still need proof, my nigga I hate you like mustard, I'm disgustin' I'm aiming at your chest, hit your face, I'm just rusty Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy Lookin' for a breath of fresh air, it's hidin' from me, fuck Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief I last longer than an antique, her pussy cummin' like a stampede She cooks, fucks and clean, the type of bitch that every man need The type of bitch that every man leave That ain't cool, and she wearin' sleeves, but chill, just chill [Justin Bieber] Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I'll always keep it real You just need to chill, oh, oh Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Yeah, girl, you gotta chill [Lil Wayne] You could fuck all these bitches, except my bitches Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical Man I swear I'm so armed, I feel like I got tentacles Niggas bumpin' their gums, I feel like Orajel Got 'em scratchin' their head, combin' out broken nails See I give 'em my love, but I'm an indian giver Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper I break the bank with a sledgehammer Cellphone rings like Saturn Bitch let a nigga breathe, breathe like a dragon I hide money everywhere, that's my hidden talent One time for them gangstas, fuck that, two times for them gangstas If you got a problem, I'll fix that like, yeah nigga I'm maintenance Got a bad bitch and she anxious, bitch, you just an acquaintance I'll ask a rat, "Why be a rat?" then kill him while he explainin' Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real niggas left And if any nigga wanna step to me tell 'em hurry up and take bigger steps My bitch deep, I get in depth, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout She dyed her pussy hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out That's real So real [Justin Bieber] Yeah, you know that I'll always keep it real You just need to chill, oh, oh Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill) Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill Girl, you gotta chill [ French Montana & Justin Bieber] Yeah, Tunechi Shawty is you gon' ride 'til it's over? (Ride, 'til it's over) Man we gettin' high, never sober (High, never sober) Still ridin' dirty 'til it's over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)