High - Lil Wayne
Ohhhwe, ten mins classic daddy, what you know about that?
Cash Money, Young Money, haha, Weezy Wee, where ya at wit' it daddy?
Sh_t, please believe it
[Lil Wayne]
We back
Yea, the flow won't leave him
I promise baby, I'm in my song
Wizzle, c'mon, wha
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
One-ninety proof, sub-nine in a shiny coupe
Up-towners inside the booth, shut down anybody who
Come 'round with a lolly gag, leave found in a body bag
Legs stiff, toes green, give him a title tag
Flossy n_gga, but there lies a killer behind the flesh
Bossy n_gga, so presidential thanks to my dad
Gotta add, how I got four states to call a pad
I'm mad as a mothaf_cker, why? I'm rich!
Buy a bag brotha, get a n_gga high, I'm lit
I'm bad, I, hit'chu in ya eye and ya b_tch
I, hit'cha where ya hide, now ya it, ah, now ya sick
Hot Boy baby, yea, hot cars, stock car, rock star
What'cha know about it? It's not four baby's
Unless ya Weezy F Baby
And, please say the Baby when say it, mothaf_cker
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But f_ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But f_ck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Birdman]
Yeah n_gga, yeah, one hundred, one hundred
Yeah
[Verse 2: Birdman]
See we ride for flame n_gga, a G to my name n_gga
I do's my thang n_gga, I'm gettin' this change n_gga
So who's to blame n_gga, about the game n_gga
They said I did it, so f_ck them n_ggas
I gave the plan n_gga, I gave the game n_gga
I'm doin my thang, and still, f_ck them n_ggas
I know the lane n_gga, I know the pain n_gga
I know the fame, and still, f_ck them n_ggas
N_gga, yeah we chillin' with them b_tches on us
Holla n_gga, while we countin' our hood riches
Thinkin' bout all the hood n_ggas
Never got a chance to hit lic's for them six figures
N_gga, and if you doin' it how we done it n_gga
Watch for the law, cause we knew when it was comin' n_gga
And every summer had Hummer's n_gga
Spent a million dollars like it wasn't nothin' n_gga
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But f_ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Uh huh, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But f_ck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yo, check it
And no b_tch can't, and no n_gga won't
F_ck with me, play with me, no
Cause I got me fo' sho'
And I got D's to blow, fo' sho'
Come on, now if ya feel me put'cha guns in the air
Pull 'em out, and let the playa haters know that it's there
Bang that mothaf_cker, and pop that mothaf_cker
Yeah, fall back young man, who?
Weezy Baby, a hundred grand, ya understand?
Yeah, wife beater fittin' me perfect, exactly
Jeans fallin' off my ass, pocket cash showin'
Rock n' roll, we can rock to my pad, yeah
Cold Saki shots, chilled Petrone, half a glass, yeah
Whoa, now she hot, now it's on, now she bent
I let her clothes drop, while she goin' to my bed
And I'm goin to my bed right behind her
Got a couple questions in her p_ssy
I picked the night to find 'em
And, I might define 'em if, I hit from right behind her
And get her how I got her, now she diggin' my persona
She, like a virgin, but, like Madonna
I don't believe her at all, I'm just tryna ride ya
Until the seats fall off, but we good
This is Cash Money, Young Money, get it understood
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
C'mon
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But f_ck them cause I'm high
Yeah, yeah, baby I'm so high
Yeah, again
Ridin' in my wheels, late nite
Left arm on the steerin' wheel
Red light, cops in my rear-view
But f_ck them cause I'm high
That's right, baby I'm so high
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