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Lil Wayne( リル・ウェイン )
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6'7
作詞:William Attaway, Irving Burgie, Dwayne Carter, Shondrae Crawford, Peter Pankey
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You don't want to start with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher
So misunderstood, but what's the world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when ya twist her Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her
Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture You know father time and we all know mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's
I don't feel I've done enough so I'mma keep on doin' this shit La Tucci or Young Tunafish
Yeah, I'm goin' back in
I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But ho's gon' be ho's so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talk to moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self-defense Swimmin', I be seein' through this niggas like sequins Niggas think they He-man, pow, pow, the end
Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt
Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead bolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half-empty, half-full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy them while they still ripe
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do If these nigga's animals then I'mma have a mink suit Tell them bitches I said put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
And I call it like I see it and my glasses on But most y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasin', tell that paper, 'Look, I'm right behind ya' Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna People say I'm borderline crazy, sort of, kinda Woman of my dreams? I don't sleep so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I blow like Buddha Disturb me and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love? Keep throwing my sign in the middle Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'cause ain't no peace on my side
Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune tells me who I'm shooting when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard? Gunna Gunna, gunna
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